What’s the creepiest thing that’s ever happened to you?

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This has stuck in my head for years. When I was about 10 we did about Egypt at school and in a group we painted a life size Mummy in lovely colours and I got to take it home. It was lamainted and attached to my bedroom wall (not sure what with) and was there for over a year. One night me and my mum watched a documentary on Egypt and curses before going to bed. That night the mummy on my wall fell down and landed on me in bed it haunted me for months! Obviously a complete coincidence but still

The next morning we were reading the 'history of the house' the AirBnB host had left; yup, mother and baby had died in the house.

Surely nobody would put that in the history of the house?!

I had a strange experience a couple of years ago. I did post at the time so I'll just C+P it.
I live in the middle of nowhere. I was heading back on a run towards my house. It was a lovely spring sunshine type day. I stopped to do some stretches and it was dead quiet. Not a sound from the sheep or birds. I looked at the hill my farm is on and I could see a big, white, modern office type complex. But it also seemed pretty natural too that it was there, like I'd always known it. I started to get really confused, couldn't get my bearings at all. Then a tractor started coming down the road behind me and it all went back to normal.

A long time ago but something I will always remember..
My friend and I were playing out on the street further up near a little roundabout and a man in a car pulled up and beckoned us over, He asked the directions to some place very close by and when me and my friend explained as best me could where it was he asked if we could get in the car and show him because he didn't quite understand where he should go!
Of course we said no and ran off
It was only later that I heard my parents talking about a man being caught by the Police for trying to pick up children and flashing them

Years ago my cousin was renting a house, had a 1 year tenancy agreement, she found somewhere else by month 6 and ended up moving out and I moved in after speaking with the landlord who was happy for me to carry on the contract. She'd never told me anything was amiss with the house. I had DD1 at the time and was pregnant with my second, had briefly split with DP and wanted my own space so I was on my bill with small toddler DD in the house. Noticed pretty much straight away the house didn't seem 'comfortable' to be in. Just put it down to bland white walls and laminate flooring that it wasn't homely. Anywho, in order:

1. Few weeks in I was setting up the fire stick thing in my tv and my cousin was on loudspeaker guiding me through it. We were quiet for a minute while I was faffing and she randomly went "what? Who you with?" I went "nobody why?" And she replied "oh nothing nevermind". She told me the next day she thought I was with a man as a gruff voice said hello through the phone. She didn't want to scare me telling me on the phone. I put it down to cross signals etc.

1. The house had a conservatory where the washing machine and dryer were kept, uncountable times I thought I saw someone looking at me through the window, just put it down to my imagination. The conservatory also kept getting floods of maggots where 0 rubbish/food was kept, I still don't know why they kept coming back!

1. When I was heavily pregnant and felt sick and crappy I asked my mum to come and help with DD until we fell asleep. I woke about 3am to the definite clear noise of footsteps going down the stairs and thought 'oh, didn't think she'd stay so late' and fell back to sleep thinking nothing of it. Mentioned it to my mum the day after how she'd stayed late and she replied "I left about 10pm"

1. Breaking point was in the middle of the night whilst DD was sleeping in my bedroom, I woke up to every toy in her room going off at the same time. I was all hormonal and scared so I picked up my kid and ran to my mums (a few blocks down luckily!). She laughed at me and tried talking logic into me (maybe one toy went off and set the others off with vibration etc), and my sister accompanied me back up to mine about half hour later to prove that sod all was wrong, we went into DD's room and she was all "see, no ghosts" and one of daughters toys said "are you there?" (The automated thing when nobody's played with it for a while) we both ran off. I moved house after that. My cousin decided to tell me afterwards that she experienced creepy shit too, scratching on the walls etc and that's why she left

Christ just realised how long that was! Sorry

Bumping for some more stories i love threads like this.

Come on people, keep them coming

@CamberGirl was that a time slip? I think I have experienced those. When I was a little girl, it was Christmas time. I lived in a village where on the other side of my house were fields. I was watching Tv and it was dark. I looked outside and saw a big group of Roman Soldiers marching down the road. It frightened me so I looked away. I glanced again and my neighbour was walking her dog down the road .
Years later as an adult, I came out of my house in the suburbs, a man came from the side of my house past my car on the drive. I ran back to my house. I don’t know where he went. The thing was he was not dressed from this era. He looked very 80s with his jeans, t shirt and baseball cap.
I believe I have had premonitions through dreams of certain events where I dream it and it happens a few days later. Haven’t had those in a long while though. Will tell you another later

Waiting at night at taxi rank outside shop I worked in. Said to friend that the shop was so old and in bad state that the ceiling could come down at any moment...then there was a bang, loads of dust and the ceiling came down. Friend called me a witch!

When I was little mum and dad brought a caravan. On their way back from the initial visit to the site they drove past a big church just around the corner and decided to park up and have a nosey around the grounds. Mum loves going to new churches but so did my nan so mum says let’s go in next week when mum is with us. Next week they go back but no church just the empty space and overgrown grass.. confused they find a farmer nearby who assured them that the church had been pulled down 10 years prior. My dad who believes nothing tries still to blame magnetic field or something like that but you can tell he is unsure!

I was about 14, coming home from school one day. Our house was about 2 miles away from the bus stop, there was a short cut you could take that halved the walking time but meant cutting between some houses along a narrow dirt track that ran the length of the gardens, then down a very steep hill at the side of some woods.
I actually had to catch 2 buses as we had moved when I was in my 4th year and my mother wouldn’t let me change to a school that was within walking distance and I was always the only school girl on the second bus IYSWIM. This particular day this random guy got on the bus at the same time as me and sat behind me which puzzled me as the bus was empty. Anyway we traveled to my home town and I got off in the centre and started to walk home. As I stopped to cross the road I noticed the guy had also got off the bus and was walking in the same direction and I distinctly remember thinking it was weird as I’d heard him state the town that the bus terminated at and we were a good 6 miles from it.
I carried on walking out of the town and then onto the road that led to our estate and the short cut, and so did he. At this point I decided no way was I taking the short cut, I’d stay on the road.
This guy stayed behind me right through our estate until I eventually got to our little avenue, which was situated at the very end of the estate and was just 3 houses opposite the embankment for a motorway and past the third was green space that backed onto the houses behind. By this point I was fucking terrified and ran like mad to get into the house. As I shut the door he ran past the end of our driveway and up the green land at the end of the road.
I was in the house on my own and watched as he walked up and down looking really angry outside for about half an hour. I rang my mum in work and got a bollocking, don’t be ridiculous, what on earth was I worried about. She wouldn’t let me ring the police, because, well, the neighbours.

I had to carry on doing that walk on my own for years and never felt safe doing it again. I never forgave my mother for the callous way she dealt with it either or the fact that she banned me from talking about it to my dad because I’d just cause him to worry unnecessarily.

Lily jade that must be terrifying :(
Whynosnowyet did you post about that on here at the time? It sounds familiar and I remember lots of whacky theories!

" He looked very 80s with his jeans, t shirt and baseball cap."
I see a proper seventies punk walking on the main road when I'm dropping the children at school. Spray pained moican, denim and DMs, piercings and safety pins. I just assume he was a punk in the seventies and doesn't see the need to change! Actually I've not seen him for a while, hope he's OK.

When I was pregnant with my first son we were planning to move house and looking at new properties. One we went to was absolutely perfect on paper, but as soon as I stepped in the door I got a horrible creepy feeling - hairs standing up on the back of my neck and stomach churning - and knew I had to get out of that house as soon as possible. No idea what it was and I never felt it with any other house.

I was watching television one afternoon, and there was a newsflash to say that a plane had crashed on the motorway and people had died. I went running to get my mother, but when we got back, the segment had ended and normal television was back on.

When my dad got home from work, we asked if he'd heard it on the news whilst driving home: no- wasn't on PM. Six o'clock news - nothing.

The next day, the Kegworth disaster happened.

This isn't the only time that I've seen a newsflash on television for a disaster that hasn't yet happened. I don't watch television at all now, partly as a result.

I love the opal fruit story 😁

Also from a previous thread, the one where the teacher went past a load of toys on the floor and came back a minute later and everything was piled neatly on top of each other 😮

I have had several instances where I have known immediately before that something (surprising or shocking) is about to happen. Almost like a premonition but is is only a split second before

DP and I were discussing where to go on holiday in the same room as our DD who was almost 2.

We'd gone through a few destinations when DP suggested Thailand. DD suddenly started shrieking 'no no no no no! No Thailand no Thailand'

'Why?' We asked her. Her reply...

'Tsunami'

I'm sure I read an identical story online in the recent past, only the destination was Hawaii and the clairvoyant toddler piped up 'Volcano'.

I love the opal fruit story

Yes, what's not to love about a poltergeist who delivers sweets?

The Opal Fruit was the start of over 25 years of incidents. The significance was I only like the orange ones...
Me and my dc have indeed all witnessed incidents. Anyone have an adult ds who would admit they heard a dc bouncing on their bed?
Or admittimg to be too scared to walk along the landing to bed after hearing a laughing dc running along it? Different houses but Spook as he is affectionately known - has followed me several house moves over the years..

When I was about 4 years old I lived with my grandparents temporarily. I was scared of their house as a strange woman was always in the kitchen cooking she’d ignore me and had creepy black eyes. Shortly before they moved house (when I had moved to a new house with my parents) I saw her hanging by a rope. I thought everyone else could see her and that she was real but years later when I asked them about her they’d assumed it was pstd or similar and I’d made her up. We looked up the history of the house and the first families nanny committed suicide in the kitchen.

Another one I always thought was a dream until I brought it up, I felt like I was flying I was in the corner of a room touching the ceiling looking down at my mum watching tv. I described what she was wearing and the decor in the room to her as I couldn’t recognise what house it was in. It was her first flat 10 years before I was born. Both still give me the creeps.

This isn't creepy exactly but I just can't get my head around it!

My grandmother was an avid sewer but had to give up sewing due to poor eyesight long before she passed away and long before DD was born.

I inherited most of DG's possessions, including some of her old sewing things. One of the items was a tiny pair of silver stork-shaped scissors. A couple of years after inheriting them, when I took up sewing myself, I noticed that DD's name was engraved on the inside of one of the blades! It's not a particularly common name, DG didn't have any friends who were called that and she had dementia by the time DD was born...and who engraves a name on the inside of a scissor blade anyway?! So mysterious...but will treasure those scissors forever.

I think I experienced a time slip just before Christmas. I was in my DSIL’s car and as we were waiting at some traffic lights a green ford anglia, like the one in Harry Potter but green obviously, drove in front of us. Nothing strange about that really as it’s not all that unusual to see old fashioned cars like that on the road. But there was clearly a family inside. A man driving, woman in the passenger seat and children in the back. All appeared to be wearing old fashioned late 60’s early 70’s clothes and had old fashioned hair styles.

There may be a rational explanation but it seemed out of place and just really odd.

I had a BF in the 80's who rented a victorian small terraced house near Newcastle when he was at college. I used to spend time there. The gas tap on the cooker repeatedly used to turn itself on. There was also a spare room that made me feel very uncomfortable going past. When he gave up the house, he informed me of various things that happened to him there, i.e. a glass spinning then crashing off the table. His mum told him not to tell me as I wouldn't visit there again, you bet I wouldn't.