To ask what's the spookiest thing that's ever happened to you

It was a hot summer night and my bedroom was roasting so I decided to sleep downstairs on the sofa where it was cooler.

I woke up suddenly in the night and reached down to the floor to get my phone to check the time. I couldn’t find it so looked under the sofa. A man was hiding underneath the sofa grinning up at me. I can still picture him clearly, about 50 and skinny with a shaved head. It was so real and vivid. It was like nothing else I’ve ever experienced.

I screamed and turned the light on and the man disappeared. Spent the rest of the night shaking with all the lights on!

I'm a hearing aid wearer - that's brilliant! Your poor nana

Sitting outside a pub next to Basing House ruins (destroyed by Roundheads in Civil war) It was midweek and the road was completely deserted. A guy suddenly appeared, walking down the middle of the road dressed in full cavalier costume. He stopped on the road, took off his hat and did an exaggerated bow in my direction and walked on.
I knew that Basing sometimes held Civil War re-enactments and when my OH appeared with our drinks I mentioned it to him. He went back in to the pub to be told no re enactments for many months and that I had probably seen a local ghost who appeared in the area.

Hi - see my comment about this too? The best way I could describe it is like one of those magic eye pictures. Where suddenly you can see the real picture amongst the patterns. My eyes could suddenly see them and I could hear them ( in my head - telepathically) and they could hear me. Then they defocussed and were gone. They almost looked like they were draped in cloth like the sand people in Star Wars dressed and were grey with no facial features they I could see.

I often look at my sleeping husband's face at night to see of he's asleep yet & I should off the tv only his face isn't his face. I put it down to maybe also having fallen asleep & am looking at him half awake but I am always awake enough to have that rational thought & it still looks different

At my school friends funeral, we had balloons to release just outside from where the servuce was. Her auntie had a butterfly one (she loved them) all our balloons went up but the butterfly one drifted over to where she was laying.

The first house I ever bought was an old terrace house, I remember getting up to go to the bathroom one night and as I came back I saw a figure dressed in a hat and coat leave the room, quietly woke up my hubby said that I thought we had a burglar, he had a look around found nothing. I had two ornaments that I faced a certain way, every morning they would face a different way. One night my hubby was working late, I had gone to bed, felt him get into bed, thinking nothing of it, when I woke up in the morning, no one was in bed with me, hubby had worked all night. Another time we had been away on holiday and came home to a pair of slippers in the middle of the hallway, they were not there before we left! Things like this was a regular occurance, generally it happened more to me, nothing nasty just little things. But hubby did keep finding things of his moved, tools that he had just used etc. it wasn't scary if that makes any sense, After 5 years or more I did split from that husband and left the house and went back to my mums. When I went back to the house to collect the rest of my belongings, I was on my own packing away my things, when I heard the front door open, thinking it was ex hubby who wasn't suppose to be there by court order, I was scared, but went to hallway and no one was there, thinking nothing more, then I had imagined it, I went back to my packing as I only had a certain window of time, as I packed the things into a van, exhubby turned up outside the house demanding to know why I locked him out of his house, told him I hadn't but the time did coincide with the time I had heard a noise in hallway, exhubby insisted I had locked him out but I hadn't, I wondered if it was the ghost protecting me, knowing that I was unsafe

Years ago when I was a child and then teenager, my mother (a widow) was always consulting mediums and palmists and so on. One evening when I was about 15 (and an obnoxious teenager) I came home to find she had some friends over and they had been using a ouija board. They had stopped the session for tea and biscuits, but the glass and the board were still laid out on the table. I saw this and scoffed 'you don't believe in this rubbish too?' And the glass rose up from the table and broke in mid-air. I've never told anyone this before.

When I drove to the funeral directors to make arrangements for my mum, Spotify chose for me Copacabana (my mum loved Barry Manilow and we went to a concert together many moons ago) on the way there and Please Mr Postman (my dad loved The Carpenters and was a postman) on the way back. Not spooky but nice, really and made me smile.

Ooo love a spooky incident

i used to work in a pub and when we’re closing up one night we were in the office which was upstairs cashing up etc and someone/thing knocked on the office door. There was no else in the pub and doors were locked Very strange, you used to be able to hear voices upstairs too coming from the store room next to the office again no one in there when checked.

my dh is a skeptic and doesn’t believe me but that pub was definitely haunted.

Oh wow, your experience sounds pretty scary.

Mine were like shadows you'd see on the ground in the sunshine, but upright, slightly transparent and more amorphous - like blobby outlines of people, but they moved like people walking slowly. It didn't feel threatening, almost that I knew them. Anyway I put it down to my vivid imagination, tiredness and love of ghost stories!

I’ve seen two shadow people ( great way to describe them). They appeared as if sitting in a gallery in a theatre and were watching the comedian I was watching ( it was a large function room not a theatre ). The comedian made a joke about the upcoming World Cup - 2014 they hadn’t even kicked off the first game at that point. And one leant over to the other and said ‘of course they don’t know Germany win yet’. I wasn’t drunk - I was working. They were sort of grey outlines . And I THOUGHT ‘ what the actual f…??’ and they HEARD me and said ‘ s…. She’s seen us’ and disappeared. I obviously didn’t tell anyone at my table what I’d seen they’d have thought me mad. But I did tell everyone Germany would win and they did.

When I was a teen I went on holiday to Austria with a friend and her family. At the same time, my parents were in the USA.
One day we went white water rafting. It was after some horrendous weather and was almost cancelled due to the danger but went ahead in the end. Unfortunately the boat capsized and we ended up stuck in the rapids. I remember as I was drowning just thinking, “this is it”. I felt surprisingly calm. I’d hit my head on a rock and was pretty out of it. Luckily for me, somebody pulled me out but I was so calm. I knew I was dying and I wasn’t scared. I was very battered, covered in bruises, huge bruise on my chin.
Over in the states, my dad woke up that morning and woke my mum telling her he had dreamed I was drowning and that I was stuck and dying. My mum said she had never seen him so freaked out and reassured him that it was all ok and that somebody would contact them if there was an issue. He kept repeating that I had bashed my head.

He picked me up from the airport a few days later. He went white as a sheet when he saw my battered face. We worked out he dreamed my drowning at the point that I was. Really spooky.

Wow, I'd never heard of that before! Thanks for sharing. That experience remains one of the most bizarre of my life; I can't explain it, but I remember so vividly that feeling of just knowing where she was. I was so sure and unwavering that I almost felt embarrassed by the strength of the feeling, if that makes sense?

That reminds me of the 'Dingo Baby', Azaria Chamberlin.

Her mother always insisted she had a matinée coat on when she was taken from the tent, but it wasn't with her other clothes when they were found, that was in 1980.

A British man, David Brett thought he knew where it was, he made the trip to Australia in 1986 and fell to his death from Uluru, the matinée coat was found near by.

Small thing perhaps but when i was about 9 i bought some rubbery 'witch' fingers for a halloween costume. They slid on over each fingertip and there were 10 individual ones in the packet. I opened the packet and put all 10 of them on. When i was done later, i took them off and put them in a pot on my mantlepiece. Months later i took them out of the pot and there were 11. Somehow they'd bred in there 🤣

My mum saw a man, several times, dressed in Victorian clothing at the top of the stairs in our London family home. She didnt tell my Sisters and I in case we were scared until we were late teens.

One day we were getting a black cab home and as we pulled up the driver said that his relative/friend (cant remember which) use to live there and see a man at the top of the stairs.

This is sleep paralysis. I had this for a few years. I read it's linked to stress. At the time, I wouldn't have described myself as stressed, but looking back, I was going through divorce and trying to sell a house that wasn't shifting. Once that was all resolved, the sleep paralysis stopped.

Mine was very recent. I was watching a video of a Medium (Thomas John) and he said if you want to connect with a loved one who has passed, tell them out loud what you want them to show you. So i said to my Mum, show me a butterfly. A few weeks passed. On Mother's day, the gift from my daughter didn't arrive, and neither did my son's - it was the first Mother's day where I had nothing (rectified days later), anyway my DH bought me a card from the dogs, and it was just a plain green card with a butterfly pin badge attached to it. It felt like a message from her, especially as it said "Happy Mother's Day".

I told my sister this, and she told her 11 year old daughter, and they put out a message for Nanna - the Moon. Later that day, they went out for Mother's Day dinner, and the lady who greeted them at the restaurant was wearing a T-shirt with a moon on it, moon earrings and a moon necklace. They sat down and my sister asked what her DD would think of for her other (deceased) Nanna, she she said the Sun. Their server had a giant tattoo of the sun on her arm.

A few days later, I decided to put another "thing" into the universe for Mum - bumble bee. A few days later, there's a post on facebook by a lady who had the same name as my Mum, with a photo of what she makes....... knitted bumble bees! And to top it off, the name of her company is my Mum's favourite flower - Bluebell creations - we used to pick them in the local woods for years.

Could all be coincidence, but what are the chances?

Years ago my Mum saw a medium, and she was told that she would come to own a guitar under strange circumstances, and that she would win the lottery. About a year later, parents were sat in the garden after a BBQ, and it was about midnight. A guitar came flying over the fence, and landed on their lawn. A few weeks later they won the lottery (£20k). How can this not be spooky? This medium also gave my Mum a message for me - using my name, which is VERY unusual. The message was completely accurate for me at that time, and there's NO way she could have known any of it.

I have one that happened to me just the other day. It's not the spookiest thing that's happened but it is weird. A long time ago when I was late teens I had casual drinking friend, I'll call him Mike who was 10 years older. He was a musician and singer in a band but a bit strange and had issues. I wasn't really aware of his issues at the time. Ended up losing touch and never heard from him again.
Years later I googled him to find out he'd sadly died of alcoholism a few years previous. He's now been dead over a decade but I found his YouTube channel with just one video on it. It was him singing a song he'd written, quite an indie/ rock song. The song has been online for 15 years but only had about 150 views. About 3 years ago I searched for his song again and couldn't find it. Never gave it another thought and hadn't thought of him for ages.
Then a couple of days ago I was listening to some nostalgic music, eg Steps, Sclub7 while I was doing my housework and it popped up in YouTube algorithms as a recommended video. I can't think of any explanation of why that would happen. The way I see it is that he was giving me a nudge and wanted me to think of him.

My Nana moved into sheltered accommodation and from the moment she moved into her new flat she said she could hear voices and singing. Lots of prayers, readings from the bible and hymns being sung. None of us could hear anything and it could be quite spooky because she’d start humming along and then ask if we could hear it. She told us that lots of what she could hear was about the dear departed and that made it worse.

Fast forward a few weeks to Dad changing her hearing aid battery and noticing that the switch was in the T position….she was picking up the hearing loop from the Church across the road!

@GETTINGLIKEMYMOTHER , that’s very interesting. I believe we can access a level of conciseness that most aren’t aware of. I have many stories in relation to my mum and I which are difficult to explain otherwise. I love your name by the way, me too!

When I was a child,I was brought up by my grandad

We had a very close bond and adored each other

He was very proud of his 'silver,not grey hair',he always suffered with his feet,was blind in his left eye (he had white cornea) and on the forefinger of his right hand was a lump instead of a fingernail

I didn't have any photos as my narcissistic mother made sure she locked away any pictures of him to spite me when he died when I was 14

Anyway,I went on to have dd (aged 19) and when she was about 8,we moved house and schools

She was in bed,asleep and I'd gone up about half hour before and was just dozing off

Suddenly she woke up and started screaming that 'a blind Mr with a lumpy finger,a white eye and he had no feet' had been in stood in the doorway of her room

I was in that daze of having just fallen asleep and been dragged out of it so didn't really connect with my grandad in that second

I calmed her down and through her snotty tears told me 'his hair was silver mum,not grey,it was silver'

Grandad had come to see her as she had been going through a bad time with some bitchy girls from school

She took great comfort from this (she knew of grandad but I hadn't had a picture to show her) and a few days later,I forced my mother to dig out the photo albums and as soon as she saw him,she pointed and told me that this is who she'd seen

Sitting in my holiday apartment, the stack of CDs about 8 feet away just flew across the room to me one by one.

That was fun. Terrified the living shit out of me.

They all centre around my mom’s house and my mom.

she lived in a very very remote place in my great great grandparents cottage with an old drovers path running past it. The cottage is at the end of a long farm track, there are no street lights., its real dark skies countryside. I would not go out at night, the dark was oppressive and on more than one occasion I heard the sound of horses and voices/whistling for dogs There is no way any riders/farmers would be out.

Each time I used the loo the light would flicker. It started as a gentle, barely imperceptible flicker and progressed to a full on flashing. I used to say out loud that it was my mums house and I had every right to be there which would calm the flashing down. Every time I visited it got worse and eventually I had to leave the door open because the flickering escalated to the door jamming so I couldn’t get out. This only happened to me.

One time, my xH and I were visiting. We were going through a bad patch and did spilt up a few months later. In bed that night, there was a loud bang directly above our bed and the bedroom door flew open so hard it hit the wall and left a dent. The loft was checked the next day and nothing was out of place.

at the time my mom died I had a panic attack at work. I didn’t know she was dead, it was incredibly sudden. But the panic attack coincided with her time of death. Several years later her partner died (I was no contact with him). I can only describe this as me knowing because my mum told me. I dreamt about her, I could feel her panic and distress and knew something was wrong. Next day, a family member let me know what had happened. When he was buried, the same again. I felt her distress and panic. It was like she needed me to know.

when her younger brother died, similar happened. I dreamt of her and felt her mixed emotions. Luckily that was a few years ago and I’ve not experienced anything again.