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

Thanks garlic

I'm only part way through this thread but had to share my stories before I go any further...
Both of mine involve my dad - who is the most straight forward, least woo bloke ever... Ex services, ex police, you get the picture.

He has seen a big cat roaming the countryside, we live quite near Dartmoor which has several reported sightings but he always scoffed at the stories - until he came home one day a bit shook up and confessed that he ran back to his car as the 'beast' turned to look at him.

And the morning that Princess Diana died, I was up later than normal after being out clubbing the night before. He was just getting up and making my mom a cup of tea for 'in bed' and I registered what was going on, on the TV. I told him, and he went to wake my mom up so we could all watch the news together. As he gently shook her awake, she opened her eyes and said 'they've got her at last'. They hadn't seen the news yet...

2 spring to mind, one that I can now logically explain (but for years was convinced was a premonition)

First though, my Granddad died 3 years before my DD was born. It was my first experience of loss and along with the rest of the family, I was understandably devastated. He was a funny man who taught Biggles to fly and Nat King Cole to sing allegedly

So, DD was born, I was an ELCS and it was Christmas. My mum (birthing partner) had asked that I wear Granddad's wedding ring to theatre, so that he could be part of it. Naturally I agreed.

During the operation the staff had a Christmas CD playing (not at my request) and as DD was born I noticed the song that was playing. The Christmas Song by.....Nat King Cole.

We took it as a sign that he was with us

My other story/premonition. I once had a dream that I was stood on an American style veranda, watching planes take off from Stansted airport. I was looking out across farmer's fields.

As I watched, a 747 jumbo jet took off. It lifted in the air before plummeting to the ground. I can still feel the panic and hopelessness, utter terror, I was hysterical. A voice behind me said "don't worry it's just a cargo plane" (in my dream I took that to mean it could have been worse, casualty wise)

The dream was so vivid that I phoned my mum and relayed it to her .

A few weeks later, as I walked across a petrol forecourt I saw the newspaper headlines - a cargo plane had crashed just after take off from Stansted. I froze to the spot!

For years I've retold this story and people have had that look that says "I'm pretending to believe you but we both know it's bullshit"

More recently, with an older and wiser head I've realised that:

I worked in the aviation industry, flew all over the world regularly. Therefore I would subconsciously be thinking about the possibility of a plane crash.

Although I hadn't been to Stansted, I worked out of Gatwick and my colleague had worked at Stansted for years and was always regaling me with stories of her time there.

I'd previously been based at Cambridge, on a business park next to the airport. For those not local, the airport is very small and when a plane takes off the main road running alongside is closed (kind of like a level crossing).

A lady I worked with was always telling me how amazing it was this one time a 747 had landed there. In order to get it back in the air the engineers had to strip alsorts of nonessential equipment out, to lighten it so that it could take off on the short runway.

So put all that together and you've got a dream that picked various conversations and memories out of my vaults, coincidentally follows an actual plane crash.

I'm not psychic after all

You hadn't made it happen, Classic. Your body knew what was happening, so you dreamt it.

I dreamt that I was miscarrying in my bathroom and that the baby looked like those toy aliens you get in an egg. Two nights later I went to the toilet and had a miscarriage. it was really strange as it was almost exactly as I dreamt. I felt like id made it happen

Hahaha

Mine was definitely not solar powered. When I lived near a busy road though, sometimes my radio (a different one) would pick up passing police CB radios.

I totally believe the one about your dog, Best. Human senses are pathetic compared to other animals. People are always saying how amazing it is that my cat comes home when I just stand outside and say her name ... er, she's a cat! She doesn't need me to yell, even if she's far away.

I believe the one about your haunted radio, too, Batteries

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Also one about my dog. When I was at university I used to travel home on the coach and my dad would pick me up at the coach station and always took my dog in the car with him. Other coaches would arrive and she would ignore them but a few minutes before my coach came into sight she would start to get excited and start to whine and cry.

Bertie I had a radio a bit like that!

It behaved perfectly in one house I lived in, then I moved and put it in the kitchen, on the windowshelf. It would burst into life for no apparent reason, scaring the shit out of me. After a couple of weeks of this, I shoved it in the shed, facing the wall opposite the shed window. One day I was in the garden and I heard music coming from the shed - the fucking radio!

I decided there and then it was haunted and threw it in the bin.

Fast forward a year or two and my brother is telling me a hilarious story about his idiot mate, who thought his radio was possessed by evil spirits, only it turned out it was one of those wind up/solar powered ones and he'd left it sitting in a sunny spot......

"What did she look like, batteries?"

sunflower49 this is what my housemate looked like.

The 'ghost' I saw on the upstairs landing was just sort of person shaped. It walked away from the top of the stairs (which was between our bedrooms) and down the hall towards her bedroom. The only light was coming (dimly) from downstairs. The stairs were the sort where there's a bend in the middle, so not so much light was coming up.

God that was weird.

While reading this thread suddenly my browser went to the "page has not loaded" screen that it does if you're offline. But I wasn't offline and hadn't reloaded the page. Didn't happen to any other pages either... weird.

I've had a radio turn on randomly too when we were moving out of our last house. I didn't think anything of it but went to turn it off because it was loud, then realised there had been nobody anywhere near the radio when it had turned on. It was a big heavy slide switch. I turned it back on and where it had been two men talking and laughing about something to do with football, now it was right at the end of a pop song, they don't play half a song on the radio, and it had only been a few seconds! I tried switching it from FM to long wave in case that was it but the station still didn't match up. Circling through all of the stations I didn't hear anything like what I'd just heard. My mum was there and experienced the whole thing too.

My old house was haunted and I've seen ghosts. We moved out when I was 6 years old so I must have been 5 or 6. I can't remember why I went downstairs, it was early morning, I saw standing in the doorway to the kitchen a young girl. Perhaps teenage age. I remember her like it was yesterday. She was ginger and had her hair in pigtails, she was wearing an orange t-shirt and denim jeans. Her pigtails where done up with purple hair bands. She had no shoes on. I could see her clear as day. I stood there and stared at her for maybe 30 seconds and then calmly went back to bed.

The radio used to turn on full volume quite regularly in the middle of the night, my mum used to tell me.

There a couple more 'goings on' in that house too. My mum said she always felt a presence.

One night my mum, who usually sleeps soundly, woke up at 2am and decided she needed to eat to build her strength up, and the only thing that would work was scrambled eggs, which she hates. She made the scrambled eggs, ate them and enjoyed them and felt satisfied and went back to bed. I called the following morning to tell her DD had been born at 1.57am.

I did the waking up thing at precisely the minute my gran died, my mum still doesn't believe me!
I was also booked for an interview at the trade centre, however a flat tyre meant I missed the plane so I should have been in there but thanks to a random nail on the drive I wasn't!

Oh, & just one last one... I tell this one to anyone who'll listen but I don't think they really believe me. When I was pregnant with DS2, DS1 seemed completely oblivious to my growing stomach or what it meant. I had to go for a growth scan at 36 weeks & didn't have childcare so had to take DS1 (18m) with me. I sat him on the bed next to me so I could be sure he wouldn't fiddle with things he wasn't supposed to. I'd kind of planned on trying to introduce the concept of it being a picture of the baby in the hope that he'd cotton on to the idea of a new baby in the family. I hadn't actually had a chance to explain anything in advance because it all happened quite quickly. The second the picture appeared on the screen DS1 looked at it & nonchalantly declared, "Oh, there's the baby." The sonographer was stunned & proceeded to point out DS2's eyes, nose & mouth to me. I saw black/white blobs. DS1 saw his brother! He made no mention of "the baby" before or after & ignored DS2 until he started trying to play with his toys!

On a happier note... I was at a Christian conference when I was 19 & I was fed up & wanted to know what I was supposed to be doing with my life. I prayed about it in a petulant child demanding to know sort of way & while I was praying I started saying the same thing over & over. At first I thought it was tongues & went to ask some people I thought might be able to interpret it but they didn't know. So then I thought it was maybe the name of a place I was supposed to go - it sounded middle eastern, so I looked it up but to no avail. In the end I gave up & wrote it down thinking maybe I'd find out eventually.

About 18 months later I was engaged & staying with his parents. We went to church & sang a song I didn't know but one line struck me - "Shalom aleichem" - shalom means "peace", aleichem roughly translates as "to you". Aleichem was the first part of what I'd been saying. The second part was "anaiah" which, after a bit of googling, I found out means "God has answered". So at 19, when I only knew DH as a friend-of-a-friend, I'd been praying about my future & at his parents' church I found the answer! I barely believed it myself until I found my old notebook with the sounds written out phonetically & in every possible spelling variation I could come up with. I told DH & I think he thought I was completely bonkers but did admit that I would've been saying those words about 2 weeks before he'd been praying & felt like God was promising him a future with me. I'd always had this niggling feeling like it wasn't something for me as such... Now I'm convinced it was a message for DH - like a gift tag: "To you, God has answered."

My earliest memory is a dream I had. I'd been walking through the village I lived in when a man kidnapped me & took me into his secret laboratory underneath the church hall. I would've been about 3 or 4 when this dream happened & wouldn't have known what a mad scientist's laboratory looked like but the place he took me was exactly the sort of thing you'd see in films. I can still picture parts of it now. The man said he was going to kill me & got a syringe out to inject me with. Just at that moment my dad burst through the door & started fighting the man - distinctly un-Dad-like thing to do! I hid underneath one of the metal work surfaces & watched while the man strapped my dad into the chair & injected him in the neck. I don't remember what happened after that.

A couple of years ago I was sitting up chatting with my parents & some of their friends who used to live on our street & they were talking about the odd woman who lived next door to them who they knew was involved in some occult things & they said they'd had some weird experiences while living next door to her. I remembered this dream & recounted it to them. My dad went white - it turns out that I had a night terror as a young child & my parents found me sitting bolt upright in bed & screaming. They tried to settle me & get me to lie down but I clearly wasn't conscious. Being Christians, Dad did the only thing he knew to do - he prayed for me. Usually it would've been my mum trying to settle me but for some reason on that one occasion it was my DDad & he felt compelled to pray.

The only other dream I've had as a child that I can remember now was one involving going to meet someone I'd met on holiday a few years before. We'd exchanged addresses, I wrote to her but didn't hear back & had completely forgotten all about her until this dream. In the dream I remembered her name & we'd arranged to meet on a little beach. We arrived & our families we standing around chatting when I noticed my toddler sister wandering towards a 'sewage works'. This place consisted of a long jetty going out into thick greenish 'water' with a few islands & another parallel broken jetty all surrounded by chain link fencing with barbed wire on top. The 'friend' & I ran after DSis just knowing it was dangerous. As we came through the gate we saw DSis crouching down looking at the water. I saw a wolf on one of the islands who looked at me & did a Mutley-style snigger before slipping into the water & gliding towards my sister. 20 years later I still feel that awful sick/terrified feeling I had as the wolf pulled my sister off the jetty & over to the broken one. I don't remember it doing anything particularly to hurt her but as soon as it touched her I knew she was dead. Part of me is still waiting for something awful to happen to her IRL & I just have this feeling like I'm going to watch her die.

Cheerful - my brother (about 3 at the time) crossing the road, said once 'I had a car like that, when I was old' ...

I once went on hols to a lovely old thatched house, beautiful stone-mullioned windows, very atmospheric. I was FFing ds2 and went downstairs in the middle of the night to heat his milk, when I heard a 'click' like a radio had been turned off. In the morning, I noticed a radio next to the microwave - no batteries in it, but it had a rotary switch which clicked just like I'd heard. For the rest of the holiday I fed him room-temperature milk! Lots of creepy feelings in that place; I was glad to be out and home.

Another one is that doing family history research I figure out that three generations of women died on February 2nd. My mother, her grandmother and my great grandmother on my fathers side all on feb 2nd.

My mother aged 42, her grandmother aged 65 and great grandmother on my fathers side aged 33.

When I was pg with my second dc I had a dream about my mum (who had died when I was a teenager). In the dream she was standing next to a gravestone and pointing to it and on it were two names the first my brother who had been stillborn and the second the name I was going to give my ds.

I woke up feeling totally fine but utterly convinced that something was wrong to the point where I made up a reason to go to the hospital to be checked out that night (I think I told them I had stomach pains) this is most unlike me because I normally wouldn't dream of lying like that.

When I got there my bp was sky high and I had severe preeclampsia and my kidneys were starting to fail, my ds was distressed and was born a matter of hours after I had the dream.

I didnt tell any of the midwives etc at the time why I went into the hospital and to this day I have no idea what to think of it! The best I can think is that my mind knew I was ill and the dream was because of that...

Keeperofbees so glad to know it wasn't just my family, very lovely to imagine though just wish I could remember something about it now but I have no recollection whatsoever, its only family who have cross referenced each other that I believe it.

Just thought of another and I will name change after writing this, My mum believes in woo, she always has, used to be really into guardian angels, spirits etc, anyway we fell out about 10 years ago and didn't speak for 3 years, her doing and i was too young to just forgive and make up, but Out of the blue 1 day I got a phone call from her, she was crying and asking if i was ok, She had a really strong sense of urgency that she needed to speak to me and that 1 of our relatives had spoken to her in a dream saying to check on Honeypie she needs you more than ever.

I was in the middle of the worst depression and had just taken 4 boxes of paracetamol when she had called me. Needless to say she saved me and now were closer than ever but she still does this. She will call and ask if im ok she has a feeling that im not or whatever, usually Ill be feeling ill but she did a few months ago saying she felt she had to speak to me as something was wrong and i was in agony, it wasn't me it was my ds, he had dislocated his elbow in nursery and I didn't find that out until half an hour after speaking to her .

I came on this thread to tell my UFO story so fascinated to read that other posters have seen similar things too...

Mine was on a beach in Queensland, Australia.

I was in my early twenties [so about 20 years ago now] and entirely sober. My BF at the time and I both witnessed it.

Four orange lights, slightly bigger than the stars moving along in a straight horizontal formation.

I saw it first and pointed it out to BF saying what's that?

About 2 seconds later [as if they knew they'd been spotted] the lights began darting around in a seemingly random fashion, then they are zoomed off together and disappeared, leaving a trail of light behind [like when the Enterprise enters hyperspace on Star Trek].

Most people are sceptical when I tell this story and usually ask what drugs I was smoking... But I know what I saw and I have never seen anything like it since [even if I had been smoking something illegal!].

I know sometimes Chinese lanterns are mistaken for orange UFOs but I have never seen a floating lantern enter hyperspace!

We have a significant date in our family. My mum and her 4 years older brother share a birthday. It is the same date that their grandma died years before they were born. Their grandad married two more times. The last wife died on the same date. Two in, two out.