To ask for your woo tales?

@Catsmere that made me laugh. Poor psychologist.

@katebushh I am sorry for your loss. Thank you for showing the photo of your fox. I'd like to think he or she knew that you needed comfort.

This isn't woo, but related and it gave me a huge laugh. About ten years ago I was seeing a psychologist (about unrelated issues). I mentioned that my darling cat had visited me after she died. A few minutes later the psychologist had to leave the room to get some paperwork for me. While he was out a cat, a definite flesh and blood kitty who lived in the block of flats upstairs, wandered in, and of course I petted it. So when psychologist came back, there was I with an unknown cat sitting on my lap - and he nearly jumped out of his skin. Glorious moment.

When I was 45, I had a vivid dream about my best friend from university. I dreamt he had died and that I was in a big building, trying and failing to get to his funeral in time.
We hadn't been in touch for a year or so and I made a mental note to catch up with him soon.
Then, a fewweeks later (sadly having failed to get in touch as life was busy), I received a message from his brother to say he had died of an aggressive cancer just a few weeks after diagnosis.
I wonder if my dream was at the moment he passed. Very unsettling.

You've just reminded me of one. I was 21, working in Africa and had gone out to watch the sunset in the desert with some friends. Suddenly I heard my dad say my name quietly and gently but urgently, several times. When we got back to the city there were two letters from him which I accidentally opened in the wrong order. One said that my mum had cancer and I was to come home as it was nearly at her lymph nodes. The second said all was well, she'd had an operation and they caught it all in time. I'd heard him calling on the day he wrote to ask me to come home.

Here he is

Placemarking for later! Love these threads

I've never shared this before but here goes.

About a week after my son was stillborn a fox came to the bedroom French window doors ( we lived in a higgledy piggledy apartment which would have been accessible by any nimble animal via fire escape stairs and roofs) and proceeded to tap tap tap at the door. He was there for almost 2 hours.

I honestly couldn't think straight at the time and never really speak about losing my baby boy and my partner was with me in bed half asleep at the time and he's never been able to talk about it either.

I wonder what that fox wanted and why he wouldn't go. He or she just wouldn't go away, he stared at us and tapped for hours.

I had pictures of the fox. I might see if I still them.

A few weeks ago I was walking into town when I greeted a man I've known slightly for years, who lived in a nearby street. We used to work at charity events together, and he's related to neighbours of mine. Large family, and well-known locally. Brief wave and mutual acknowledgement, type of thing.

Thought nothing of it until three days later when I read in the weekly paper that he'd been dead a fortnight by the time I 'saw' him.

I’ve had so many experiences, the most notable being when my dad died. He passed as 2.02 am. Later that day I was helping my now late mum make the arrangements.
At exactly 2.02 pm there was a loud noise coming from the bedroom overhead, I ran upstairs and the hands on the clock of my parent’s old teasmaid machine was flying around and the kettle started rattling and heating up to make tea… the alarm was set for 8am!
My dad was a tea addict and I’m sure this was his final little joke. It happened again the next day but stopped after his funeral.

Noooo! You should try again!

I once dreamt the lottery numbers, woke up and wrote down what I remembered, which was 4 numbers.
They were all right! When I saw the other numbers I remembered that they were also the number I dreamed of.
Sadly it was a big winning lottery and I won £27.
I often wonder if that was meant to be my big moment but I screwed it up 😂😂

*before not Bavarian

My ds when he was around 2 used to say he picked me to be his mummy as he could tell I was sad , I'd lost 10 Bavarian before I had him , he obviously didn't know this . Also walking along rose st in Edinburgh we passed a pub and he said that where he'd died when he was here before . My eldest son said a man's head would come through his bedroom wall his name was Christopher and he had drowned when he was 47! He refused to sleep in that room as Christopher would annoy him . We moved him into another bedroom and he slept really well. My youngest son in now in his own room. I cleansed it with sage and fingers crossed it's fine now. Also years before my sons were born my brother had stayed in that room and when he got up he had deep scratch marks down his back.
My house was built in 1988 so not an old house , it was previously a petrol station and before that I'm not sure but I live in a very old village the house behind me was built roughly 1700's and has a well in it, I can't find anything about a drowning in the area

I was going to say the same 😂

Great uncle's brother was killed when the roof fell in on him in the mines. Great Uncle was about 14 at the time and took his dead brother's job. On his first day down the mine his dad took him down and told him to wait somewhere while he went to speak to the boss. Great Uncle then heard his dead brother calling him and went to look where the voice was coming from. Came back and the roof had fallen in where he was stood.

Oooh, love a good wooo story

Bloody hope so. Or I'm gone at 52.

You were. It’s called the ideomotor effect.

Did an ouija board by myself when I was about 13. It told me when and how I'd die. Hope to fuck I was moving it in some way.

About ten years ago I had an experience.
I couldn't sleep one night as I had severe chest pains. I thought it's probably acid indigestion or something. But it did feel like it was on my left side and painful.
The following week I got news an old friend had died of a heart attack.
The time of his death was exact same time and day I had chest pain.

😮🤯

As a child of about 8 I had a recurring nighttime experience of a dark figure appearing in my bedroom that whispered to me in a threatening way. It had a sort of blue light bathing it but it was completely a shadow - no features visible. I took to hiding under the bedclothes and as I grew older I concluded it was a repeat nightmare.
When I was about 18 my mum had a frightening 'supernatural' experience in our house. When my parents told me about it, she said 'Other things have happened over the years, when you were 7 or 8 your Dad got up in the night to go to the loo and saw a blue light under your bedroom door and could hear whispering from in the room. When he opened the door, the light faded away and your were asleep right under your bedclothes.'

I had a similar experience. Went to a group (as in, large audience) session of a supposedly famous psychic from England (never heard of this person). Most of the stuff they said made me think "Yeah, cold reading, nothing to see here" until they suddenly described, very accurately, a man standing next to me twining a lock of my hair round his finger. There was only one person it could be, he was long dead, and there was no way this random person could have been tipped off.

Sorry - nothing to update really. The original chains are still missing.

The clock is ticking away happily and all is quiet here at present thank goodness!

However I did see something inexplicable at Nunney castle a few months ago. It's supposed to be very haunted, so we and some friends, planned to be there at dusk. We'd had a meal in the village pub ( highly recommended) and walked back to the car via the castle.

For those who don't know it, it's the shell of a fortified manor house with turrets on all four sides and a moat around it. The only access is over a footbridge and the path around on the inside is blocked off.

I'd left my walking stick at the pub so had to go back for it whilst everyone else went on ahead. I followed a couple of minutes later. They were waiting for me on the far side of the footbridge. We all went in and watched this black cloaked figure walk past the window openings. There is no way he could have got there without going past either my friends or me. Then he just vanished.