What is the strangest thing that has happened to you?

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Just wanted to clarify - when I said I was enjoying it I didn't actually mean I was enjoying reading about the sad events that some of you have described - maybe interested was a better word to use

A few years ago I left my first daughter at a friends house to play while my husband and i were supposed to go out for lunch on my birthday.

On the way home i thought I heard a child scream and call mummy. I felt sick and like i could not breathe. We went into the house and sat down. I am not usually a drama queen at all BTW

Then i said to my husband you had better get the phone. He said "Its not ringing" then the phone did start to ring. I grabbed it and picked it up. The voice on the other end of the phone was my friend saying that soon after we left my dd had had an accident in their garden and we needed to get to the hospital.

She was fine in the end BTW

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The night before the big earthquake in Chile, I had a dream about a massive earthquake - that was a little freaky.

My nana was in hospital earlier this year, very unwell and unlikely to survive for long. One morning at about 5am, I woke up having felt a weight on my leg. I knew it was my nan somehow and felt great sorrow. My dad called me half an hour later to let me know that she'd died (I miss her terribly ).

I remembered another one.

When I was about 15 we were putting on a school fundraising fete and I decided to dress up as a fortune teller and read palms. I planned to make up nice, if silly things about people - as obviously I am not a fortune teller.

It was really popular and loads of teachers and students all came for a "reading".

Except, as soon as I touched their hand, I knew all sorts of things about them - the teacher with the multiple miscarriages, the teacher who was in the early days of a pregnancy that I knew would end in a stillbirth, the teacher whose first husband had died in tragic circumstances, the student whose brother had died in a fire. But I also seemed to know exactly what to say - although it didn't feel like I was being "told" things, I just knew.

It was very weird and spooky, but it has never happened since - and I never told anyone either, which is very unlike my 15 year old self, although a few people alluded to it, but no one ever asked me outright.

When I was 18 and in college a girl came up to me and said is your name X (very unusual name) I said er no sorry got the wrong person. Fast forward probably 5 or 6 years I was in a club in different city and somehow got chatting to a girl asked her name oh its X - oh I said I remember being mistaken for someone of that name - of course it was her, she went to same college at that time - we didn't even really look alike, quelle co-incidence!
I split up with a boyfriend who I class as my first love, this is many years ago.
He had mental health problems in the years after we split - when anything bad happened to him and it was relayed to me by friends I always heard a particular song afterwards.. always.. the spooky thing was in was 'our song.. I am not in touch with him now but every now and again I hear that song and think 'poor x'
Another one - just before 9/11 I dreamt that the city I live in was covered in white ash. I was walking about and all the buildings were covered in white ash and the people- at the time it just made me think of an atomic bomb going off or something. did not connect it when 9/11 happened until the footage of NY covered in white ash started coming through... very strange

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I have lots from childhood - the flying thing except I could do it when I was AWAKE, used to roly-poly up and down the stairs

when I was about to get married, I had to go to the town hall (? can't remember where it was) to pick up our marriage license and sign the forms etc, and outside the hall was the noticeboard where the bans were posted. I had a look because it was so nice to see our names there, saying we were getting married in a few days....and right below our names was my mum's maiden name, and las, spelt the exact same way. Her name isn't unusual, really, but her maiden name was quite uncommon - you hardly ever see it (old Highlands name).

It was odd and somehow comforting to see it there. Freaked her right out, mind.

this happened just this week

that's dreadful about your friend disappearing OP.

We were in a car accident many moons ago with 2 other cars.

The police officer came up to us after speaking to both the other drivers.

Our driver stated his name (Michael). The police officer retorted with 'You are XXXX kidding me!' and began to get very cross.

Apparently all 3 drivers were named Michael and their last names were very similar.

It took the production of 3 driving licences to convince the officer that this wasn't a wind up.

my dad;s absolute doppelganger lives in the same town as me , the first time i saw him, i almost crashed my car!could not believe my dad had come over and not told me.

he looks EXACTLY like my dad

same colouring, build, facial hair, glasses, same car, same colour car, two same numbers in the number plate.

i was in front of him recently at some traffic lights, in my rear view mirror, could see him nibbling his fingernails, in the same way my dad does, palm facing his mouth, with the other fingers slightly bent.

it was compellingly spooky

i do wonder if he is some sort of guardian.

a friend has seen him too and was sure it was my dad.

Getorf I also have the odd sensations when ill or feverish.

I am usually in a bed which is way too big and the covers are too heavy. I feel the 'page' turn and I am in a tiny bed. The pages keep turning and the size of bed alternates.

It has also been me in a room going big to small and bizarrely sat at a violin

A long one, so make yourself comfy...

A few years ago i worked as a nanny and one night, my employers and i 'played' with a ouija board.

I swear i didn't push the glass, and they are certain they didn't either, but a girls name was spelt out... G-R-E-T-A and an age of 6 years old, and then the dog jumped up and knocked the ouija board over, so we stopped playing it.

Didn't really give it any thought over the next couple of days.

The children had a playroom in the basement, and the daughter was playing in there one afternoon whilst i was pottering round, when i heard her talking to someone, i just assumed she was talking to herself. This went on for a few days, when i asked her who she was talking to, she said her friend, 'Rita'.

Over the next few weeks the dd became quite withdrawn and anxious. She suddenly decided she only wanted to go in the bath as the showers were bad.

Now it might be helpful to note at this point that we actually lived in Bergen, Germany, the town of the infamous Bergen Belsen concentration camp, and the house we were living in was literally a stones throw away from where the train tracks passed that would either carry prisoners to the camp, or that the prisoners would follow to get to the camp.

It all came to a head one day when i'd taken the dd swimming - you had to shower before getting into the pool, and the dd had a major meltdown when i took her into the shower cubicle, she started screaming' It's not water, it's not water!!!' over and over again, so i pressed the button and i swear there was a moment that stretched into a minute before the water came out - and with that the dd fainted.

Further questioning revealed that the dd's 'friend' was actually called Greta and was six years old, a little girl who wore her black hair in pigtails and had come to visit on a train....

Who was the mner who saw a werewolf change in front of her? It was on another spooky thread a few months back...

After having DD I have twice returned to work only to end up sick in hospital and leaving the jobs. Weird as I am normally very healthy - I guess I am not supposed to return to work.

When I was ill in hospital my Mum came to stay and look after DD. DM would bring DD into hospital every morning on the tube to visit me. One morning DD unusually slept in so DM got ready to bring her to visit me and had waited for her to wake up. This was the morning of 7/7/05 (London bombings)and the nearest tube station to my hospital was Russell Square. By the time she woke up the tube network was shut down. I hate to think that they could have been caught up in the bombings had DD woken up on time.

My DM stopped visiting me for a couple of days but then brought DD to see me on the bus. Two weeks later the bus they caught was the one which a second attempted bombing took place on. Except they weren't on it as it was DDs birthday and I had been allowed out of hospital the day before to spend her 1st birthday at home.

My DM is convinced that DD protected them from harm on those awful days.

While we were on our honeymoon a few weird things happened in our hotel room:
the phone kept ringing and when we answered all we heard was a strange kind of static and when we rang reception to ask if they had tried to ring us they said no. This happened about 6 times so I disconnected the phone from the wall but it rang another 5 times!
The air conditioner kept turning on and off and up and down but we didn't take any notice until the electricity went in the whole area and the air conditioner stayed on!
The volume on the tv kept going up to the max also but what was really strange was that we thought it was all normal and didnt give it another thought until we got home.

Oddest thing happened to me was having an incredibly vivid dream, about a specific word, waking up with that word seared across my memory. I googled the word, and there was only 1 page of hits... the first of which was a link to a (quite odd) piece about a mumsnetter (under her real name).

Mr Dad told me that back in the 60's and he was young he had a motorbike. He was out on his motorbike one dark evening down an unlit road and was stuck behind a car going too slow, he wanted to overtake, looked ahead and could only see a motorbike headlight coming towards him, so decided to overtake the slow car infront. Just as he was about to pull out a voice from nowhere just came into his head and said firmly and loudly, twice "DO NOT OVERTAKE".
My Dad did as he was told and stayed behind the slow car. A few seconds later the oncoming motorbike passed him - except it was not a motorbike but a huge lorry with only one headlight working. My Dad says had he pulled out when he should have done he would have been killed instantly.

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Poledra something similar happened to me a few months ago. DH and I were in a restaurant with our DDs and DD1 pointed out a women who looked exactly like me, except she was wearing glasses.

The strange thing is that I wore glasses for nearly 30 years before having laser surgery about 18 months ago.

This is a great thread! My strange thing is that you know how they say we all have a double somewhere? Well, I've seen mine.............

I was at a pub with my sister and some friends in the city my sister lived in at the time. I hadn't met most of these friends before. I'd gone to the loo, and one of my sister's friends said to her 'That's funny, I didn't think Poledra knew anyone here. Why is she over with that group of people?' There was a girl in the other group who looked exactly like me but shorter. She, in fact, looked more like me when I was a few years younger as she had her hair in a style I'd worn previously. It's very weird to watch your younger self on the other side of a room.........

I have one about my friend:-

She was living with a few girls in a flat when she was at uni. The flat backed onto a large bit of unused ground, which most people living in the block or visting folk in the block used, as it was a bit of a shortcut.

Anyway, one night after being out for a few drinks, she was going back to the flat to meet up with her DP - they were walking through the unused bit of land and she dropped her keys - bent down to pick them up and there was this box on the ground. She picked it up and opened it - inside was a diamond ring.

Her friends tried to convince her to keep it, but she didn't think that was right, so the next morning she took it to the local police station. The policeman helpfully told her that if no-one claimed it in 6months, she would get to keep it.

About 2months later, her DP takes her on a romantic walk around the city and stops, gets down on one kneee - yep, you've guessed it - he proposed to her. He opened the box to show her the ring - and guess what - it was the ring she found on her way home.

Turns out he was going to propose to her that night, but lost the ring on the way from his flat (he cycled from just over a mile away) He spent the whole night trying to find the ring, retracing his steps, but couldn't. He ended up going to the police station a few days later - with no hope of recovering the ring, and was amazed that someone had handed it in.

She never told him about finding the ring.
She got to keep it after all

Another ouija board one;

My Nan was a manager in the civil service, and had a ouija board left in her desk from the woman who she took over from. 3 men and 2 women who worked for her came to get it one afternoon when they didn't have much work on. They went next door to the staff room to do it.

After about an hour one of the men brought it back and my Nan asked if they'd had any luck. The man said "No, just a bloke called Eric asking for Joy and telling us to bugger off".

Joy is my Nan's middle name (all at work knew her by her first name). The only person who called her Joy, was her Dad, Eric. "Bugger off" was his favourite saying, as he was a true Yorkshireman!

this in itself is a bit strange, when i was typing my post, the letters wouldn't come out, although the cursor was moving, took me about 10 minutes for the words to appear in front of me.I though my pc was dying, but just realised I posted fine on another thread just now, and this one is fine too. Strange!