Do you have a 'nobody would EVER believe me' story? No matter the subject or how daft, unreal it seems, please share :)

Totally non-woo, a bit "cousin's sister's auntie's brother"

My DH's predecessor, who I dumped for DH was once married to the daughter of a very, very, very well known film director who died in 1999. I couldn't live up to that! We stayed good friends.

When DD1 was less than a year old he came to visit, got horrifically drunk and confessed that he still loved me, and if DH hadn't come along he would have asked me to marry him.

Oh for fuvks sake I spent an hour writing a long story and it's gone :(

V cross :(

This wil out me if anyone i've told this story to is on MN but never mind. Most people tend to think i'm making this up when i first tell them.

When i was in hospital giving birth to DD1, I was in the final stages, the midwife was sat at the end of the bed with her head between my legs (as is normal i presume). I'd just pushed and she said to me "great job Tea, I can see baby's head now."

She then promptly fainted

I didn't know what had happened at first. One minute she was there and talking to me. Next she was just gone!

For about 30 seconds no-one even moved. DH was just stood there likethis->
Then I flt the next urge to push and screamed at him "For Gods sake FUCKING DO SOMETHING!!!

He ran out to get help, but it turned out the department was extremely busy and many other women had inconveniently chosen that time to give birth as well so they couldn't spare me another midwife. I was assisted in the final bit of delivery and after birth by the v.v. senior consultant in the department, whilst a student dr and the receptionist attempted to help the poor unconscious midwife (who they literally had to drag out of the way so the Dr could get to me)

Midwife was ok thankfully (and even came to see me on the ward the next day to apologise bless her!) but we never did find out why she passed out. When my mum came to see us she was teasing DH saying "Did you faint then?" He said "No but the nurse did!" It took about half an hour to convince her we were being serious.

it was bloody terrifying at the time but we can laugh about it now. I did insisiton on a c-section for my next 2 births though...

Two more (very outing ones)...

I have slept through two hurricanes, both times blowing windows open and trees over outside.

My dad was in the attic and fell through the ceiling, landing in my cot. Luckily i wasnt in it!

LadyFlumpalot your tale reminds me of a similar episode I had when I was about 18. I too was living in the arse end of no-where with my Bull Terrier. There was four houses there but the other three were occupied by weekenders only so I was alone in a little hollow 90% of the time. It was a cold crisp moonlit night and I was walking the dog back to the house when I noticed a man ( I assume from the shape) standing in the field on the opposite side of the road to my house. I could have hit him with a stone if I had wanted to he was that close but still a bit distant. I stood still to see if my eyes were deceiving me and trying to think if there was a tree stump or something there that I could mistake for a man. He was standing on the cultivated earth of the field though and in that instant I saw his breath come away from him. I started shouting to two dogs I did not have, 'Rocky, Apollo', in the hope that he would think I had more back up than I had.
I went into the house and snuck up the stairs to look between the curtains in my unlit bedroom to get a better look at him but he was not there.
I was tempted to have a look in daylight for footprints but decided either way it was going to freak me out and chose not to know. It put the wind up me good and proper as I was used to walking miles round the lanes there and never seeing another soul. I didn't venture out for a fortnight and took the dog to work with me and walked her in my lunch hour instead.

I'm not woo at all, coincidental dreams a lot though. I've dreamt twice about planes. Night before 911, i dreamt we were at war, hiding under a dining table from a plane that was heading for the house. On holiday this year i dreamt a plane crashed into the resort. The next day the Malaysian Air flight went missing.
I'm actually not scared of flying, though you'd think i was!

500smiles, what did your sister think about you kissing the head of an imaginary baby on your lap?

Weevil, Flump and Barbara ... I do believe you should take notice of intensely bad feeling about a person, however irrational it seems. I'm not remotely woo, but have a healthy respect for our ability to pick up subliminal clues in the real world.

I've had some 'woo' issues around my cat. I never liked cats and never wanted one, our cat just decided on us and that was it really. She'd barge in when I opened the door and go straight to the kitchen like 'Finally, I'm starving!' I resisted, but she would sit on the doorstep all night yowling and nobody else was claiming her so I eventually gave in, and she set about training me up as her owner. I don't think I ever won one battle of wills! She lived with us for seven years and I ended up totally besotted with her. Then she suddenly became very ill. I found out on a Monday and she was put to sleep in our home on the Thursday. I was devastated. I've lost friends and family before but nothing hit me as hard as this, I really struggled to cope. Something I remembered later was that she had begun to refuse to go near the sofa months before she died. That was where I held her when she was euthanized.

At some point in the weeks after her death a big dark moth flew in through my window, which would normally make me panic and tear the house apart until I found it, but I was so upset I just watched it settle on my son's old moses basket and then forgot about it. Months later I carried the basket downstairs to store it in the under-stairs cupboard. The moth flew up and sat on the ceiling above my head. Bothered by it now I switched off every light but the one in the cupboard. It flew in and I shut the door. The next morning I felt like I should set it free, so in my head I told the moth I would let it out but it had to leave through the window. I opened the door, the moth immediately flew towards the window and made its way under the net curtain. I opened the window and it flew away. Maybe there was some connection there, though I know it's unlikely!

I actually only stopped thinking about her all the time after I had a vivid dream that she was angry I wouldn't leave her alone. She was in the garden and I was indoors scratching at the window trying to get to her. Her face transformed so she looked like a lioness and she snarled at me.

And I would say that's it, except that I have a 6 month old kitten now who occasionally looks like she's playing with someone, especially when she's messing around with the living room curtains which is something our old cat loved to do. Also she will sometimes sprint over to me to hide under my legs, looking at me like she has been chastised. Maybe she's just a little bit eccentric...

Lurleene
Oh my goodness! I don't think we were abducted! Would I know?!
I've gone all goosepimply now!
Thanks for replying, I'll have a Google :)

Long after I left my home town, my housemate confided a traumatic family story. Which culminated in her mother giving up her half sister for adoption. I realised as she told it that I knew the family who had adopted the baby 25 years earlier and then moved to our town. I never told her. I didn't think it was my story to share.

About 5 years ago , dh and I went into Manchester for a night out. The date was 9/11.

We had booked a hotel room prior to the night out, and checked in on arrival to the city to drop our stuff off. Our room number was 911.

The morning after, we opened the curtains after getting ready to see..
a plane flying towards the hotel. And our room was quite high up, with the hotel being high rise, as it were. Scary wasn't the word.

Obviously, the plane was circling to land at Manchester Airport, but with the onus being on 911 here, our minds at the time were somewhere else, many years before, in 2001.

Also, many years ago:

A colleague of mine was killed while crossing a busy road that we used to get to and from work. She was crossing the road with friends and stopped to tie her shoelace. Then she ran to catch up with her friends, not seeing a vehicle heading towards her.

A few months later in the morning, I was about to cross the same road, when a voice said to me 'don't cross, there's a car coming'. The road was deserted, no moving traffic.

I looked around to see who said it, and there was nobody there. I checked again for traffic, none there, so stepped out again, 1 foot on the road, and suddenly a car came speeding up the road from nowhere. I stepped back quickly, and noticed when I looked down, that my shoelace was undone...

Another one.

About 6 or so years ago, I had a very vivid dream which involved lots of the usual weirdness, but the bit I remembered when I woke up was that a woman clearly told me to go to an address in New York City. It was East 27th and 3rd Avenue, I'll never forget it.

When I next went to NYC, I made DP go there with me, expecting some profound thing to be there, but there was nothing, just a normal apartment block.

I was convinced for a long time I would die at 39 and went to sleep the night before my 40th convinced I wouldn't wake up. For many years I was fine with dying at a relatively young age as my life had been one long battle and a fight to stay alive. Then I had children... I still think I won't make old bones though.

500smiles - when I was first pregnant I wanted a girl as I had just finished nannying for one and adored her. Later I started wanting a boy and when ever I imagined him he was laid in his cot wearing jeans and a checked shirt.

I did have a boy. He did have jeans and a checked shirt but he was bigger than when I "saw" him in his cot .

I had that "I'm going to die before I hit 40" feeling. I had it ever since my teens, although it didn't actively bother me a lot of the time; but it was still always there. I didn't, because I'm still here - but my Mum died 2 weeks before my 40th birthday. She herself had always thought that she would die when she was 27 - she didn't of course, but she did die in 2007.

Bit far fetched, I suppose, but still a bit "oo, that's a bit weird".

I seriously think most of my life has been a "nobody would ever believe me" story.

When I was in my teens I had an overwhelming feeling that I would die in my early thirties. Everyone I told said that I was being silly etc.

A few years ago, everything was going really well for us, we had a lovely young family, great jobs, no worries at all and we had just moved into our dream house. I had an overwhelming feeling that something was going to burst our bubble. I just knew it. Again anyone I told said that I was being silly.

When I was 32 my liver failed due to an auto immune disease. I was in hospital and although I didn't die and I'm now very healthy, my consultant said that I would have died within two years if I hadn't received treatment.

I somehow just knew.

Weevil I've had that too. I live in the arse end of nowhere with just a few other houses and farms scattered around. my road joins another road half way down in a Y shape with one fork of the. Y being higher as it goes uphill with trees and bushes on the slope between the forks.

One day I was walking with DS in his pushchair back towards home (towards the fork in the road) when I saw a man walking down the higher fork towards me. I don't know why but I shivered and sped up. I got to the fork before him and took the lower one towards my house. As I passed him, I looked through the trees and he was just staring at me. I have never felt a cold dread like it. I honestly wanted to vomit and scream. As soon as he was past me and I was round a slight corner I started running and didn't stop til I was home. It was horrible.

kits - v spooky!

I knew when I first walked into my previous house that I'd buy it (I know that's quite common) - i actually removed an offer we'd put on another house to offer on 'my' one. I spent 3 months dreaming and planning the house - extension, repainting, new bathroom; and it was a huge shock to move in and find the work hadn't been done yet!

BUT - the old lady who'd sold up had lived there with her husband and family for 41 years (as long as I had been alive) and her husband had been killed in a horrific RTA - on my birthdate. I swear he lived in the lighting circuit - the lights would flicker, wouldn't turn off sometimes, or would take ages to actually turn on or off. I got the place rewired, and he moved to the gas pipes - knocking and clicking, where there hadn't been knocking before. When I replaced the boiler (50years old!) the plumber left the flue lying on the floor; when the boiler came on it could have suffocated us (carbon monoxide) Luckily I spotted it and turned it all off...I think he eventually left then. I do remember saying out lout 'she's gone to M C on M* Road and maybe he went to find her!

I'm not woo at all.

I was on a really tight deadline trying to get my bedroom up together after having a new carpet fitted and before something else was about to be done. I started hoovering and it quickly became clear that the Dyson wasn't working and the filter needed to be changed.

The spare dyson filter is kept in the tool room window which is downstairs, down Into the basement, through the doors into the garage and then into the tool room. It always lives here, is changed every 3 months or so and put back in the window. The stairs down to the basement are very narrow so nothing is ever put on these stairs to take up or down later, that would just be a massive tripping hazard. They are also used daily.

So as the hoover stopped working properly I did a scream of exasperation as I really didn't have time for this and started off toward she tool room. As I opened the door to the basement there was the filter, on one of the steps, half way down the stairs. Utterly out of place and these are stairs that are used daily so it hadn't been placed there anytime before.

A few months later I was going out with my woo friend to see a medium show (the first time I'd ever seen one) and her woo husband said to her "do you think Lou's gran will come through, the one who left the Hoover bit out for her. She was just trying to help her". My friend says "gran" is not a word they use, it's "nan" in their family, but my gran who died about 5 years previously was always a Gran. My friend had also not mentioned the incident to her husband before.

Wowzers Scottish! maybe you should tell it you're leaving to live in a different house but new people are coming so the house won't be empty?

This has just happened to me during the night. We're all packed up and ready to move house today, so the dc are excited it was their last night in this house. I woke up and could hear sobbing, proper break your heart sobbing and got up to see what was wrong with my youngest, whose room is closest to mine. Both kids were fast asleep. back to bed, an hour later I woke up with the same sound, which seemed to be right outside my bedroom door. Thought the youngest was lying on the carpet crying, I got up but again, no one there, kids are fine, and it had stopped a few seconds after I woke up. Back to sleep again but this time I woke up with running footsteps in the hall, little light ones so, assuming the dc are up and playing, I got up to tell them to go back to bed but they're sound asleep already. I can only assume that there's something here that's upset we're leaving today.

Mind you, when I was young a psychic told me I would marry at 24. Which considering I was 25 at the time came as a surprise. So hopefully the 48 thing will not come true either. :)

I have others, but have already shared in this thread, but here goes.

I also knew the moment we DTD when DS was conceived. My mother knew too when she conceived me. A few days before he was born I had a dream that I saw a little boy standing by the window with all this mass of black hair. When in labour the midwife was doing a rummage and she said 'Oh I feel lots of hair' I just commented matter of factly - 'yes, I know'.

More creepily, I have been sure for as long as I can remember that I am going to die when I am 48. I am 41 now, and really hope I don't, but it is something I have had in my thoughts for decades.

Stroke sorry. :)