To ask what’s the creepiest thing that’s ever happened to you?

My DH passed away 15 years ago. The night after the funeral I was trying to settle our DS, then aged 3 into bed. He kept saying “Night Night Daddy” and I repeated it. Then he looked at the wall and said “Daddy here”. I said “no darling Daddy isn’t here”. He said “yes he is” and pointed to the wall. I said “where is Daddy then?” Totally freaking out at this point. He pointed to the wall and said “Daddy gone wall. Bye bye Daddy”. I was utterly petrified. Ive never told DS (now 18) of this and as far as I am aware he has had no more bedtime visitations.

When my cat, Oscar, was getting old, we bought a golden retriever puppy. Millie, the puppy, tried to make friends with Oscar, but each time she got close, Oscar would smack her face hard, so after a while, Millie got the message and they completely ignored each other. Eventually, Oscar got very old and thin and was obviously not well. I phoned the vet and he agreed to come to our house the following day to put Oscar to sleep. The next morning, my husband got up at his usual time and went into the kitchen. Millie was in her basket with her front paws wrapped around a sleeping Oscar....

I was working at a studio and had to lock up with my friend. Before we had finished tidying up, we went out into the hallway and all of the chairs were pulled out in the middle of the room and they had been lined up in a perfectly symmetrical line. We were the only ones in the building and just quickly moved them back under the tables and got ready to leave. We were used to strange things happening there, so just shrugged it off.

We had to leave through a side entrance to get out, which only had light switches down the stairs, so it was always pitch black when we locked up. When we were just about to lock the door, something pulled it open again with extreme force. I've never ran so much in my life and just have no explanation for how it all happened and what it actually was. Whatever pulled the door out of my friends hand was extremely strong because it was an old heavy door and it banged really loudly against the wall.

Still freaks me out when I think about it. Thankfully I don't go there any more.
Can't deal with things like that. What's worse is that my partner just said the chairs and door probably all moved because of a draft eye roll

Did a home visit to a new client when I was working as a support worker. When they let us in to flat I had a rush of adrenaline / hair standing on arms / sense of something very bad going on and I made my excuses saying I would come back another time. Saw him on the news a couple of days later - he had murdered someone in the flat I had visited that day. Has made me always trust my gut!

Not creepy but comforting!
The day after my mum died i took the kids to school which was right next to our house. As we opened the door there was a trail of feathers at the back door , down the drive and all the way up the school drive. It was so comforting as I’d told the children the night before that she would always be with you and you’ll see and feel her everywhere !

Slightly more creepy but when I was a teenager I was in bed and heard a noise by the door. I called out thinking it was mum to tell her I was home and safe but then saw a white shimmer by the door. The next minute it felt as if 2 hands were pressing down on my pillow and I felt my head fall back. I was terrified but also didn’t feel that it would hurt me . There was a definite feeling of a presence in the room. I told mum the next day and she hadn’t checked on me that night!

When I was little we lived in a 300 year old rented farmhouse. One day, the local vicar turned up unannounced and told my Mum that my older brother had visited him at his vicarage and asked him to exorcise the farmhouse. Apparently my brother kept seeing a very old man in his bedroom and on the landing and it was terrifying him.

My poor Mum was stunned, she'd had no idea. What made it much worse was that the vicar admitted that the previous tenants of the farmhouse had also mentioned the ghost of the old man! They had asked him to drive out the ghost but the vicar said it wasn't something the CofE did really, and that it could easily 'go wrong'.

My brother moved in with our GPs until my parents could find another house to move into.

Living in a small town in asia where most people had never seen a foreigner in person before, and were fascinated by how I looked. Moved into a house which was very old and was falling asleep on my first night there when I felt a hand on top of my head very gently tip my head back. I was not scared at all, I had a strong feeling of gentle curiousity. I could eel each finger.

I had an urge to go and see my gran who was in a home, about an hour after we left she had a massive stroke and died a few days later. I also told my husband my daughter was pregnant before she told us, at this stage she was only about 6 weeks and she was having no symptoms.

I was pregnant with our first and we switched banks and got new cards. Mine was late for some reason so we were both using DH’s. I kept forgetting the PIN and he kept having to remind me: 1611. The hundredth time I asked why I could remember the smallest details but not this. I replied I only remember very important things like our wedding date, the day we met etc. when DC was born a few days, while they were stitching me up post labor, the nurse shouted “time of birth?” And the doctor replied “0411!”. We both just stared at each other open mouthed.

I saw a girl come into my bedroom trying to wake my little girl who was sleeping on the floor next to my bed (we had guests) but no other child in the house.
Next night I felt my little girl hit the dog on the bed, I leaned over to tell her offdor being so rough and she was fast asleep.
We had the priest round to bless the house and this child hasn't been back since, I used to do readings at a spiritualist church and I think the child attached herself to me

Are u sure you're not fibbing? I heard this story told on a TV programme years ago 🤔

Nah they confessed. It's a badly written story.

I was enjoying reading these. Then I realised it's getting dark and DH is away. I'll stop now

Not long after dad died in 2015 I was doing a it of a tidy at home and took some stuff to the tip

Pre Covid our tip was always filled with helpers there, they would help you unload stuff from your car and carry it to the dumping bit

Anyway, I pull up and a female tip worker comes over to assist, but she had the same face of my dad and a very similar demeanour. Then she was asking me all about Blackpool (where I used to live growing up with mum and dad), like what was the weather doing and had I been recently!

I totally shit myself and ran away 😕

Why did she look like my dad and why was she randomly talking about our home town? Out of the blue? I hadn’t mentioned home at all, she just came out with it.

Weird AF. I’m a total non believer in all spooky things but this did my head in 😭

Reading these stories is giving me goosebumps. Had many strange encounters but my scariest was when I was a child. I always had reoccurring nightmares of wolves chasing me around my primary school. One night in my nightmare I was caught by a wolf and it scratched my back, woke up screaming and crying. No word of a lie there were claw marks down my back where I had been caught by the wolf and I saw a black wolf sat on top of my wardrobe. My screaming woke my mum who came running into the room asked what was wrong. I managed to tell her that there was a wolf in the room but as she turned around to look where I was pointing it vanished into thin air. I still have the dreams now but I running with the wolf pack rather than being hunted. My nightmares only changed to being part of the pack after I married my husband and took his surname which means strong wolf.

Stayed in a hotel and woke up during the night hearing people move about, presumed it was other guests. I rolled over to see an old woman standing on the opposite side of the bed. I sat up but she vanished. I’m sure it was I dream, or at least hope so.

I was 5 and sitting on kitchen work top, heard my name called so jumped down to investigate, my mum heard it too but no one had called.
Aged 11 and had just gone to bed and heard my name called, went downstairs but no one had called.
Years later my three young children tucked up asleep and my now XH at work late I went to bed. I heard footsteps come up the stairs and then my name called, again I went downstairs thinking it was him, house was dark and doors still locked and no one there, but TV had been turned on, I was creeped out each time.

When I was ten I was running home from my Gran's . She lived at the top of the hill and we lived at the bottom. Halfway down, I could feel myself falling, I already had scraped knees and said to nobody in particular 'please don't let me fall' . The next thing I knew I was standing outside my house.

Bit of a long one - bare with me.

So I grew up mostly with my grandparents.
Loved their home - it was home to me too.
During my teens; my nan decided it was time to redecorate the hall. Everything came down off the walls, an old wooden cross included. Never really thought much about it; they weren't religious, it was just always there.
Anyhow - so a few months go by, hall all light and airy after being decorated. I started to feel very uncomfortable. Would not get up in the night to pee, hated going upstairs in the dark. Just felt like I was being watched.
One evening, I was sitting at the kitchen table. There was a random window that just looked out onto the hall and the loo door that was opposite. I saw my grandad walk past it and go into the loo. Half hour passed and I realised he hadn't come out. He was blind so I got up to check on him. Knocked; no answer. Started to panic that he had injured himself so I said I'm opening up. It was empty. I was confused. Walked down the hall and peered into the living room. He was sat listening to the telly. Asked him if he just went for a wee - he said no.
Next morning I told my nan. Her face went pale and she said; "crap! I didn't put the cross back up!"
Confused I asked what she meant. She told me when they moved in; she was alone and saw someone walk past the window and go into the loo. It frightened her soo much that she had a family friend who was a nun, bless a cross and hang it on the wall. She never saw anything after that. My dad rehung the cross and I never felt uncomfortable in the hall again.

I was in a bus years ago going down the Strand past all theatres not thinking of much when I saw Rik Mayall striding along, hair bouncing and quite smiley. He looked happy. I watched him for a moment then looked away as the bus, held up in traffic, moved on. Later I remembered he had died the week before.

This really gave me the willies as a child and there's probably an innocent explanation (but it still scared me for ages). When I was around 8 my mum told me off one morning for going in her room the night before. They'd been downstairs and heard me walking around in their room (above the living room). I hadn't gone in their room and there was nobody else in the house (no pets either). Now I'm old I assume they either heard the neighbours in their own room, or I'd sleep walked... but I was convinced as a child it was something spookier.
Not spooky but comforting - shortly after my mum died, I fell pregnant. Not long after finding out, I had a very vivid dream of mum putting her hand on my tummy, telling me that 'she' would be fine. I did have a girl and she is!
The same daughter, when she was 3 asked me if I had a baby in my tummy. I laughed and said definitely not. She was right though!

I thought it meant creepy like sleazy.
I went on a date with someone and when he drove off with me in the car, he said don’t worry I am not going to rape you

I was home from uni in the holidays. My younger sister was in a bad place as a friend of hers had recently committed suicide following the brutal murder of a close friend of his (too outing to go into details but huge national news at the time and still today to some extent). Dsis and I were talking everything through late one night in bed (we shared a room) when she got up to pop to the loo. I lay there with my eyes closed feeling so sad for her and so sad for the young man that had been killed and the young man who'd taken his own life.
Then slowly from nowhere I felt a gentle breeze blow across my face, starting on one side and moving across my face to the other side, then stopping as soon as it started. It was weird and creepy but left me really calm, as though something was telling me it would all be okay.

The other time was similar. I went into labour with my second child very quickly, from no contractions to full on contractions a couple of minutes apart. I think I was in shock, it all happened so fast. By the time we reached the hospital I was 5cm dilated and not coping. I asked for an epidural but was told by the time the anaesthetist was free the baby would be born so I was offered entonox but refused it, saying I'd not been able to use it with my first baby as it had made me feel sick. The midwife left the room, as did DH, to quickly ring family and let them know what was happening. Almost the second I was alone I felt my dad was in the room with me. He'd died two months earlier. I felt immediately calm and reassured, despite the contractions. I was convinced he was with me, helping me. When the midwife returned I asked if I could try the entonox, and this time I didn't feel sick at all. An hour and a half later I held my baby for the first time.
I look back on both those times and think it was probably all in my imagination due to being in acute stress. But there's a part of me that will always think I was being watched over.