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

I always was on time for my piano lessons, one day I kept hanging around the house and not leaving until nan made me go out of the door. Walking down the road I kept thinking she wouldn't be there. Got there and her neighbour answered, telling me she'd just been taken into hospital. Spooky.

Similar happened to DH, a stickler for punctuality. When he was about 19 he was supposed to be meeting his friends and couldn't get round to leaving the house, was running about half hour late. Police knocked at the door to tell him his sister was in hospital after a bad car accident. Him being there meant he could find his mum who was out walking the dogs in a nearby field (pre mobile phone days) and police took her to the hospital.

Murmur I think it's just that I was a stroppy child :o I was so irritated at being told it was all nonsense that I thought about it a lot.

I don't think I really "remember" it anymore...I just remember remembering if that makes sense. It's like recalling the plot of a movie I saw long ago, because I repeat it to myself. I don't remember faces anymore and I don't remember how it felt, but I know I used to.

when I was quite young I kept telling my parents I had visited a certain house that was near us. I said we had visited it 'when I was flying' and I described the house, the layout the paintings etc. I can still see it in my mind.... really bright primary coloured paintings on the walls. I described it again and again and said that I had been flying in the house and no-one saw me.

It came up for sale, and my DM went to view it out of curiosity, and it was exactly as I described. I always wondered if it was a bit of astral travelling- and am not sure I even believe in that anyway!

I was really interested in previous posters who talked about past lives. It is a daily mail link, but I found this article quite interesting also

www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2509769/New-book-reveals-children-believe-reincarnated.html

I've not replaced the can I'm a slattern and just use conditioner

honeypie Same here,my grandfather used to visit me too. I described him perfectly,and he died before i was born.

Great thread.One of the stories that stick out for me i was sitting on the bed feeding ds3.My bed faced the landing and the door was open.I seen my son come out of the loo and go in to his bedroom across the landing.Literally 2 seconds later the same son comes up the stairs and it to his bedroom.

slithytove thanks! And fascinating to know it happened to someone else, too. Did you go through shaving cream at the typical rate afterwards?

cheefulyank, wow! I've never met another adult with memories like that. I have what I call "not real" memories I lived somewhere else, different set of relatives, different neighbours. I remember asking my Mum when were going to see so-and-so again, and things like that, and she just told me that had never happened. So I categorised it all as not real. I used to remember more, but most of it has vanished now. What is left is seeing my neighbours on the stairs of house (it was odd, it had an external staircase up to the upper levels where everyone would go in/out I'd totally recognise it if I ever ran across it) and memory of a pool party at some relative's house. That one is mostly memory of legs, as I was very tiny :) As an adult, I saw a show about children and past lives, and realised that my memories matched that pattern. I looked up about it more, and found that the memories tend to go away as the child ages and are usually gone by preteen years. Glad to know I'm not the only one who held on to them!

Nobody ever believes this story apart from my family who all witnessed it and it will probably out me but..

I was born 2 years after my grandad had died (mums dad), fast forward to me being 2-3 years old and one night I said to my dad and uncle who were minding me at the time that I wanted to go to bed, what for they asked, so gaga can read to me, they just said whatever, my dad put me to bed.

half an hour later they both creep up the stairs to find me sat on my bed laughing and chatting to myself holding a book and looking up at the wall next to me. This went on for a few weeks and i kept describing him as wearing blue suit but dirty. Turns out he was a mechanic and had a heart attack at work and never recovered. I even pointed him out on someone else's wedding pictures.

I don't remember this happening at all but my parents separated a few years later and both told me the same story when I was around 16/17. I Do remember though minding my cousin though who was 3, i was 15 and he wouldn't go in the kitchen in my nan's house as the man who was in there would keep talking to him. Turns out all of his 5 grandchildren have had experiences of him visiting. I dont believe in ghosts as such but if i hadn't seen my cousin with my own eyes and how he was shaking i wouldn't believe it myself.

I have a grandmother clock that was inherited from my grandma, 10 years ago. Shortly after I got it, it stopped working and I've never bothered to wind it up again - the chimes were annoying!

The clock is stopped at 7:11.

3 years ago DD was born - at, you guessed it, 19:11. Coincidence or significant?

Many years ago a close friend used a ouija board. Out of the blue the board started to tell them that one of our space craft had gone out of orbit and they were leaving them to go and help. This space craft was Appolo 13.
The public were not told for some hours that this had happened but my friend 'heard' about this many hours before the US gave the news out.

I saw a black panther while I was travelling on a train from London to Torquay about 20 yrs ago. It was close to the tracks walking through some marshland. Totally unmistakable. On the return journey I was propositioned by a middle aged man who kept trying to convince me to go back to his hotel room in London with him. I was calm but adamant that I was not at all interested in him or his hotel room and to this day don't know why I didn't ask someone for help. I have no doubt that he was a dangerous man. I was about 19 at the time.

I've never seen a ghost. But some time ago I had a spooky experience. I was lodging with a friend, small room just single bed, wardrobe not much space.
I was working on my laptop for around 5 hours altogether. The house was very cold and I had an oil radiator which was on full.

I had a really uneasy feeling that kept popping into my head on and off over the 5 hours although I was quite relaxed in my mood.

All of a sudden I felt really cold and I looked at the radiator and it had switched off. But, it had a 'rocker' switch that was actually quite stiff and hard to press down and made a loud 'click' noise when it was pressed on or off. I hadn't pressed it, the room was cold and I wouldn't have switched it off. I hadn't moved it or knocked it or anything-it was at the other side of the room. I'd left my room to go to the loo, once but the loo was right next to my room so 5 mins max.

It really freaked me out at the time!Someone or someTHING, had switched off my radiator.

I might have got in bed with my friend that night

What did she look like, batteries?

I saw a ghost.

Dark house, upstairs, I came out of my room as my housemate walked along the landing, away from the stairs, about 5 feet away. Got downstairs and she was in the kitchen. No one else in the house, we went upstairs and checked in case it was an axe murderer who'd crept in. No one there, no open windows etc. She'd had a similar experience a week before that she'd not told me about. House was a new build, neither of us remotely woo or church goers or anything.

I don't even believe in ghosts. Not then, not now. No idea what/who it was.

PS no, neither of us had been drinking!

Coming home in a taxi from doing a late shift in the pub both me and the taxi driver saw a green light zig zagging across the sky directly ahead of us. He asked me if I was sober (I was) and if I could see what he was seeing. I said yes, he stopped the car and we got out to have a better look. We were there for about 5 minutes and initially decided that we were both tired at the end of our shifts and were seeing things. I always wonder though.

I stopped telling this story years ago, as people look at me like I am a totally woo weirdo, but I SWEAR it is true.

When I was about 18 me and my then boyfriend were driving late at night through the countryside, not far from Stonehenge, on the way back from dinner to a hotel we were staying in. The road was completely dead, no other cars, dark. We hadnt drank a drop of booze or anything, so were totally clear headed.

BF pointed out a strange orange light in the sky in the distance. We thought it was a very low flying plane. It seemed to be so low it was almost touching the tree tops in the distance. As we got closer, we saw that it wasnt a plane. It looked like a kind of massive disk-shaped orange light. We were trying to guess what it the hell it could be as we got closer and closer.

Eventually, we realised it was moving slowly downwards and towards us. I started to get a bit freaked out. Then it started picking up speed and moving faster and faster and seemed to be whizzing towards us. I was asking BF to pull over, as it was such an odd sight, and feeling really freaked. BF thought it was really funny and was saying 'its probably some sort of security light, maybe there is an airbase near here or something'...and then the light literally WHIZZED towards the car, blinding us. BF pulled over quickly. We were shitting ourselves. The light then came right up to the windscreen of the car - it was really small by then, about the size of a car tyre - and then circled the car slowly, round and round about five times, before stopping at BF's window for about 2 or 3 minutes, sort of bobbing in the air. Felt like it was LOOKING at us.

We were absolutely petrified. I felt like I was in an alien movie. It then sort of pulsated a few times and whizzed off at incredible speed, right back up into the sky and then further away and higher and higher until it vanished.

Strangest thing that has ever happened to me. I dont think I have ever told anyone that and they have believed me. Absolutely true, though.

I was at work once , when I heard DS1 calling me , clear as day in my ear . Now I'm a card carrying cynic , don't believe in anything remotely psychic or woo , but I heard him I swear . Convinced enough to ring DH and ask him to check that the kids were all ok . He was travelling on the M25 at the time going to do a visit to his parents . When he actually turned round to check them , it transpired DS2's seatbelt wasn't properly clipped in . He sorted it out , came off at the next junction only for someone to pull out from behind a van and across the front of his car , resulting in a head on collision, which wrote off both cars . Everyone was unhurt , but I'll always wonder if that was some sort of warning that I heard .

I remember the layout of the holiday house my Granny owned when I was between 6-9 months old. We visited again when I was 12 and I described it to my mum before we went in. She was a bit freaked out. I hadn't been there in the intervening 11 years.

As a teenager in Christchurch, NZ, I used to catch my school bus in Cathedral Square.

I had a recurring nightmare that one day, I was walking to my bus stop when there was an earthquake and the cathedral crumpled. The weirdest part was that an American accented voice broadcast an emergency message as the dust blew up.

In my waking hours though I never imagined an earthquake really would happen. Well, we had tiny ones but nothing alarming, no one worried.

Another time I was due to fly from London to the States for work and the company travel agent wanted to put me on a TWA flight. Although I flew often, I had an overwhelming yer seemingly baseless sense of dread, kept phoning to see if it could be changed.

I did take the flights but hated every moment of them, couldn't wait to be back. Day after a TWA flight between New York and Paris blew up. And I had this reaction of oh I just knew it.

At the most awful part of DS1's extremely long and difficult labour, I felt that I was above myself, looking down at myself, DH, and midwives, in the presence of my dearly loved and missed grandmother, who then sent me back down.

And I am not woo at all.

I have a few things that nobody believes. I did the whole "waking up at an exact time in the night." thing for a while as a teen, it was really odd.

There was supposedly an earthquake in my home town that, IIRC, had something to do with the nuclear power station at Bradwell years ago. It happened in the early hours of the morning and local news went on about it for weeks. Loads of locals claimed that they were shaken out of their beds, could hear buildings moving and so on and so forth. I remember a few of them quoted lived in areas further from the site anda couple lived in roads right next to mine. I was up at that time talking to friends in America. Never felt a thing I was told I must have gone to bed earlier than I remembered. I was up until 6am, this happened between 1am and 3am supposedly!

When I was a young teen I was home alone, upstairs in my room. I heard somebody just walking around the house. Thought nothing of it before realising that I was home alone. I can't remember exactly what happened in the time between but I clearly heard somebody in the house. I grabbed a badminton racket from somewhere, crept downstairs and as I was checking out the back of the house I heard somebody run across the hallway and into one of the two front rooms. They had knocked a bag on the door of the other front room and it was swinging. I stuffed my feet into my shoes and ran round to my Nan's house in tears. Everybody thought that I was being silly.

My Nan swears this is true. When her mother died (I was 7) things happened in the house, especially in the leading up to her funeral. Mirrors just dropped from the walls, footsteps were heard, gnomes in the garden were moved, etc and there was a lot of drama over getting something big out of the house which would require the front doors to be opened, and they'd never been opened by my great grandmother so the strange things intensified. I think it may have been her coffin or bed or just something significant to my great grandmother.

My Nan moved into the home after the funeral and the weird things continued, along with boots being heard on the stairs, which apparently my Nan's father wore around the home.

A few years on, the room that had been Nan's mother's bedroom downstairs was a playroom, toys and games everywhere. There were no photos of the room as a bedroom anywhere, I don't think that any photos of my great grandmother were up either. My young cousin, born soon after GG died, was in the playroom alone. She came out and supposedly told my Nan and her mother that "Nanny P" was in there. P was my nickname for GG. She went on to explain what the bedroom looked like, in detail, and say some things that she wouldn't have overheard. Sends shivers down my spine to this day.

My Nan again, must be about four or so years ago now but her fostered/adopted daughter woke up one night completely inconsolable, saying something about the TV in her room. Nan calmed her down and put her back to bed. Not long afterwards the same thing happened and she refused to go back into the room. In the next day or so my Nan had a phone call to say that ADD's mother had killed herself. ADD took months to even go near the room and even then, would only go in during the day the last time I asked about it.

I believe the big black cat stories, there are a few big wild cats around. The Beast of Essex was a common story when I grew up and a few kids spotted it in Colchester a couple of years ago. I hear that there's a lion in Essex too but that may just be a big house cat

Early '90's I was bored and reading a magazine and there was a quiz about Princess Diana in it. One of the questions was: How old will Diana be in 2000? I remember reading it and got a spooky feeling, then thought, nah, she won't be around then.
Didn't think about it again at all until the news of her death.

When I was around 7/8 years old I woke up in the night with the feeling that I should look out of my bedroom window.

Up in the sky there were loads of UFOs, moving in an ordered pattern. They were travelling to a point and gathering in an irregular line, then falling to a point below.
When they got to this lower point they would move to the side of the rectangular shape they were transcribing, and travel back to the top again.

I remember feeling that they were doing something recreational.

I watched for ages until I got too tired and went back to sleep.

In the morning I told my mom. She said I should have woken her up to show her, but at the time I thought she would be angry at me for waking her!

great thread