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

It was a few days after Halloween. My son came rushing downstairs and said 'Mum, mum, I heard a banshee, I heard a banshee'. Laughed it off and just put it down to him probably reading/hearing Halloween stories. Five minutes later I got a call from my brother saying that the doctor's have said there is nothing more they can do for my mum and we should come and say our goodbyes (her 12 year kidney transplant had failed a few months earlier but we had no idea she was on death's door - she was getting dialysis). She died 11 days later.

Two weeks after her death DS says he saw her. Laughed it off again and asked was she scary/transparent/floating etc? DS looked puzzled and said she just looked normal and was smiling at him from the corner of the canteen (tuckshop). He didn't know she used to do tuckshop duty once a week when we were small . It was exactly the place she would have enjoyed seeing him.

There have been a couple of odd things with him predicting things out of the blue that happen minutes later.

We live in a cottage that dates back to mid 1700s. Since we moved in I've seen and heard children playing and laughing. DH heard a disembodied moaning when he was moving furniture into DD's bedroom. It spooked him. I have seen children rush past me several times, once on the stairs.

Shortly after moving in, I had a bad headache in the early hours & got up to make a cup of tea. I glanced right into the lounge and saw a ghostly fugure sitting on DH's office chair. They jumped off it, leaving it spinning, and ran out of what used to be the front door but which leads into the conservatory now.

It's kind of unsettling at times but we're still here, years later, and getting used to each other I guess ☺

My friend was killed in a motorbike crash when he was 23. About a week later my then boyfriend and I were out for a drive and were on the main road approaching our friend’s flat. We were shocked to see our friend was standing there, by the road, in his motorbike leathers, staring up at his flat. Both of us said ‘oh my god!’ And we swung the car around in the next turning and went back. There was nothing there.

I've had similar to the OP. I was a young teen watching Strange But True back in the 90s and there was a cursed doll called Shuggy on it. It was terrifying and really frightened me! Woke up next morning and noticed a gap on the shelf - a gap where there had been a porcelain doll the night before. I was frozen with fear, I couldn't get out of bed til my Mum came in and found the doll on the floor where it had fallen in the night. It obviously wasn't under my bed waiting to kill me but it really shit me up

Bumping as I love woo threads!

Not me, my uncle. He had a sporty car when he was a lot younger, a few years after his dad had passed away. He skidded on black ice, crashed the car, was knocked unconscious etc. When he came round he had amnesia (still to this day he can't remember his wedding day) but described seeing his dad, told my gran what he was wearing etc. My uncle wasn't with his dad when he passed (very brief but advanced illness) but he described exactly what he was wearing when he passed, down to the colour of his socks.

For those who haven't read the other thread linked to this one I think this is the worst one! (Not my story)

when i was about 14 i was walking home in the dark about 6 at night. a car pulls beside me and asks me for directions i told him to follow the road straight on he then ask me to get in the car and show him and then he d drop me home. i said no turned and ran. it wasnt till years later i saw a photo on the news that reminded of this man. it was fred west

Recently my sister sent me a picture of DD. She was just in an old fashioned dress and sat next to a little boy in a sailor suit who I did not recognise. My sister didn’t write any message and didn’t respond to my message asking when the picture was taken. I show it to DH and he said “who is DD with in that picture?”
Later that afternoon I met with a friend who show me a picture of DN (my sister’s DD) that had been posted on Social Media. She asked if DN had been in an Olde time photoshoot. It took me a full minute to realise it was the picture I had been sent earlier. The picture was a perfect blend of both girls. It was like one of those duck and rabbit pictures.
When I saw my sister a couple of days later I expected her to say the picture was one she had found amongst old family pictures but she told me she had been sent it by a friend (who has never met either girls) who saw the picture while on holiday to Mexico. The picture is actually over 70 years old.

I had a friend who was giving me a reiki treatment in my home just over 10 years ago. Part of the way through she asked if I have had any trouble with my lower abdominal area. I said no and her reply was "I can feel a lot of energy coming from there", this usually means that the body is trying to heal an area.
The next week I discovered that I was pregnant with a very unexpected baby. We had struggled on fertility treatment to conceive DS2 a few years before.

About 13 years ago I suffered a miscarriage. I hadn't wanted the baby and was relieved when it happened, and then just went on with my life without ever really processing it. I now have DS who is 2, and when he was born I thought of the baby I lost and felt grief for the first time, and shame for having not wanted it. I decided to name the baby and as I am into crystals, bought a crystal that went with the name specifically for me to remember the baby. My 2 year old DS loves my crystal collection and likes to go through them trying to remember their names, but when he gets to this specific one, he instead says "goes in mummy" and either tries to put it down my top or holds it against my stomach. I have never explained any of this to him or given him any cues at all. It's so weird. It freaks me out, but I love it at the same time.

@FredWinnie I have been told that DH and I have doppelgängers too. A friend got in contact with us once to say that they saw a couple who they could have sworn was us in the Midlands. We are based in the South of the U.K. and were nowhere near the Midlands at that time.

I was in the National Museum of Scotland. It was a quiet day and I was alone in a section dedicated to clothing of a particular period.

The arm of one mannequin moved - it wasn't like a flutter in a breeze, it was a definite upward movement of about four or five cm with the arm bending at the elbow.
Shot out of there like a bat out of hell!