Has anything paranormal happened to you that you can’t explain?

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I know there’s been a few of these threads in the past but I just love them. Has anything creepy happened to you that you can’t explain?
my family tell me a lot that they find my flat to be creepy but I haven’t felt any scary vibes here.

Strange experience at my MSc graduation, I walked across the stage and looked out into the audience for the photographer and saw a small elderly lady dressed in red in the middle of the auditorium. Thought how much like my late nan she looked. Then walked down the ramp and away from the stage passing the now empty seat.

I was 54 my nan had been dead for over 20 years, but she would have been so proud of me. I like to think she popped down for a visit....mind you she didn't bother attending my BSc graduation the year previous

Years ago I was on a residential training course with work. On the last night we had a bit of a party in the bar. One of the people on my course asked me to dance. As we were dancing, he told me he "saw" that I was carrying a burden that wasn't mine to carry, and I should stop feeling bad because of something done by another.

he was spot on. And no one, I mean no one knew I had feelings of responsibility for things that happened.

One night last summer I nodded off on the settee and woke up at 3am in dreadful pain as if something was crushing my chest. I knew someone from old who'd turned out to be involved with someone else. Thought 3am wasn't time to ring someone and went to bed.
Woke up at 10am, and feeling a bit concerned gave him a ring. We hadn't spoken for months.

At 3am he was being taken to a regional hospital by helicopter after a heart attack. At 10am he'd just arrived home by ambulance with the paramedics.

I think I scared the shit out of him. There used to be some talk of voyance in the family.

Last summer I had a near death experience. Freaked me out a bit.

My late dp died in January 2019, a few months later a friend posted a picture of late dp on dp's Facebook page, it had been taken in the month before he died, there was a light shape of a person stood behind him, he was stood in front of a wall so there was no way anyone could have been behind him. I'm convinced it was the start of his spirit leaving him as he went in hospital a week later & died after being there for a week.

What happened? @newtb

A few creepy things have happened to me, my mums side of the family in particular have a history of odd things happening. My mum years and years ago had a dream that completely terrified her, she rang my aunt in a panic the next day to say she was going to die. On the back of that dream she sorted out life insurance, 6 months later she died.
As a teenager I would often have dreams which would then come true - only little things, like seeing an orange car on its side, then the next day my next door neighbour who had a little orange car was in a small car crash. Nothing too out there, but as a teen I was convinced I was psychic because little premonition dreams like that happened all the time. Haven't had one for a long long time.
One day I was with my aunt and cousin at my cousins flat. I was going through such a shit time, I was 16 and our family was just in a total state. We were all sat down talking, quite emotional, and then out of nowhere a CD sat on the TV cabinet suddenly flung itself across the room and shattered against the opposite wall. None of us were sat anywhere near it so none of us could have thrown it and it moved across the room with some force. We all ran out of that flat immediately. I asked my aunt about it recently to make sure I hadn't made it up and she remembered it too, so I know I haven't exaggerated or imagined it happening!
I don't know if I believe in ghosts and spirits, but I do think perhaps there are things we don't yet have the science or knowledge to explain or understand.

My niece lived in I what we'd call a haunted house for a couple of years.
Taps in the kitchen turned on full in the middle of the night, kitchen doors opening wide while she stepped out of the kitchen for a minute.
They were having a bbq in the back garden one night and her friend said " who's the woman in the spare bedroom looking at us?"
There was no one there in the house.
One night a friend of theirs was talking to someone in the house and turned around because they felt someone grab hold of their shoulder. No one there.
These things didn't happen every day but were unnerving.

@chloefzirydust and anyone else
I was walking through a tunnel filled with a pâle gold light. There was a group of people walking towards me as if to welcome me. They were like shadows, slightly different shades of grey, impossible to tell features or who they were.
As I continued walking I felt a large hand on my left shoulder. I'm left-handed. I knew without any doubt it was my father's who died in 1987. I put my left hand up to touch his, and felt his signet ring.
He then spoke to me, calling me chicken, a pet name, told me it wasn't my time yet, turned me around and swatted me on the bottom with an 'off you go'.
He never smacked me, he'd been an officer in the MNavy and I wouldn't have even dared think of doing anything that would have risked a smack from him.

It both makes me laugh, and annoys me. He taught me to box, so next time we meet, I owe him.

Lived on a British army base in Cyprus, a few of the wives had a girls night in one of the quarters, around 12am we're all sat there watching a film and then as clear as day a bang on the landing floorboards then a male voice shouted down the stairs "Geia" (Greek for hello)
7 out of 8 of us heard it clearly and we all ran from the house. Called the guardroom as we were genuinely convinced there was someone upstairs. I was pregnant at the time so can't even blame it on being drunk!

The couple who lived there experienced so many strange things in the space of around 3 months that the unit welfare arranged for the padre to come and bless the house.
I would've rolled my eyes and thought they were being silly had I not heard the voice that night.

Burglar?

Years ago I had a student placement and was housed sharing a house with a woman who owned the property. The village was way up north and I
One evening she invited her friend over and told me she was a witch. They made some sort of spell. The evening felt very special and we asked for a sign.
We went out that evening and first if all I found a small purse with

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I found a purse with lots of notes in it but with no ID in the street.
We then went to a club. I found myself very drawn to chatting to a guy (no sexual attraction) Turns out he was the brother of my flatmate who lived with me from my home town (southern counties)
Very odd.

Not very creepy - I was in tears of relief but does fit paranormal a bit .

When my granny died very suddenly over the summer, we had a collection for a charity very close to her at her funeral - she had always raised money for them . Reasonably well known, but not like macmillan or Marie curie or something .

I was put in touch with my university chaplaincy within 24 hours of day she died - I was in complete meltdown as my mum also terminal diagnosed two weeks before (hi family!), could hardly put one foot in front of the other - met the chaplain for a coffee after my granny’s funeral, sitting in her office and she said, ‘anyway, so this girl’s gotten in touch about this charity they want to use the chaplaincy space for them, I don’t know if you’ve heard of them, I hadn’t, but she sounds nice and I keep thinking it could be a distraction for you’

Yep . My granny’s charity . Chaplain bless her just nodded and said, there you go then lovie, granny’s just letting you know she’s fine and that you will be too!

We have a new rescue dog. He’s been with us for just a month. He keeps staring at certain areas in our living, nowhere else in the house, just the living room. Yesterday, he was looking as though he was actually visually following something along the sofa and then up the wall (nothing there, no spiders or flies, nothing).
Weirdly, several of our, since long departed cats used to do the same although our beloved dog who we lost in August never did.
Our house used to belong to my grandparents, I like to think it’s them coming by to say hello.
And on that subject, my nan passed away 22 years ago but a few years afterwards my sister was working in a clothes shop. A lady (she had never met before) came to the counter and told my sister she had a little old lady standing besides her. She described my Nan to a T and said she was talking to my sister (obviously my sister couldn’t see or hear anything). She then told my sister the lady was calling her by a strange name, when my sister asked what that was, the lady said the family nickname we use for my sister. No one outside of the family really knows about this nickname and even those who do, like her partner never use it, only these grandparents, my parents and myself!

People used to swear the morgue at the hospital I used to work at was haunted. I thought it was nonsense but there used to be strange noises from inside - banging, knocking.. I even heard what sounded like crying once. I thought it was just a med student having a tough minute but when I opened the door there was no one in there.

25 years ago I was in labour with child 2
i had tonsillitis which quickly turned into quinsy’s (I wouldn’t wish that on anyone)
the pain in my throat was unreal-i couldn’t breathe
about 20 minutes after getting to the hospital,I’m laid on the bed-fully in labour and suddenly I felt myself leave my body and float up
i could feel my arse touching the ceiling and I spent about an hour or so watching myself-I could see my ex (who was useless),the midwives and the doctors
just as I got to the pushing part-I felt a whoosh and I was back in my body and I pushed twice and he was out (thankfully,as he’d pood on his way out and swallowed it)
I saw the midwife put a tube down his throat and she got it out
It was an oddly weird but very calm experience

Many years ago some friends and I (in our early 20s) did a ouija board.

None of us had done one before and we didn't believe in it. We stupidly did it for a laugh as we thought it would be funny, despite my mum telling me not to!

It seemed to keep spelling the same word out to a friend, which could have related to her nan who had recently died. We all took our hands off on separate occasions to ensure it wasn't one of us just joking around.

Anyway, this freaked us all a bit and we stopped but still thought one of the group was winding us all up.

Then, as we all left the house, we shut the front door behind us all and every single one of the street lights on our estate went off for about 30 seconds.
Scared the life out of us.

We never believed previously and don't know how to feel now!

Since my mum died my tv comes on at 7.00pm on itv - the old Emmerdale start time every Friday night!

She was a big fan! I've been through all the settings loads of times cancelled any reminders or anything I can find! Still comes on!

I quite like it tbh! Say hello mum every week! 😀

We moved into a pre 1900 victorian terrace last November, and nothing to report for a while.

DD is in the attic bedroom, and once or twice i’ve heard footsteps like she is moving around her room, gone up to check and she is fast asleep.
One night, me and DH were both laid in bed and he heard it too. He went up to check, and she was snoring….

Another night, he nudged me and said DD is crying for you, saying ‘mummy!’ . Get upstairs and yet again, she is spark out snoring.

A few times she really kicked off and point blank refused to sleep in there, and wouldn’t allow us to close the door. She wouldn’t say why other than it was scary.

Probably all totally explainable, but it has freaked me out a couple of times and I hate it when DH works late nights and isn’t home when its dark.

We used to live in a very old house- a converted coaching inn built in 1475. Things would go missing all the time. We would ask aloud politely for them back and the day after they would appear, in obvious places that they definitely hadn't been before such as the middle of the otherwise empty kitchen island.
We never felt alone in that house. We would chat to the ghost all the time but it didn't feel unsafe. Though we had a workman in once to do some work to the panels in the living room and he refused point blank to work in there alone as he felt there was someone watching him 'close behind his left shoulder' .

The only time we were scared was one day that we were all in the garden (me, and two DD's) and simultaneously felt absolutely terrified. We all legged it into the house. It was inexplicable but we never felt comfortable in that corner of the garden again.

The house was very atmospheric. It had a passage (blocked up) that used to go to the local church, and a carving of a monk half way up the stairs. We assumed it was the monk looking after us.

Research showed that when the pub was converted they found the skeleton of s young girl, neck snapped, bricked into the back of the fireplace....so a mixed bag of good and bad there but mostly we loved the experience of living there and we were very sad to leave.

I love these stories that have been shared so far.

@SirenSays that story was really creepy. I would be terrified to go near a morgue!
@warofthemonstertrucks What an interesting house. Wish I lived somewhere like that. Sad story about the young girl though

A few years ago now I woke up in the night with severe stomach cramps. It was a full moon, and barely a month after the equinox.

It was bad enough that I went to hospital. The pain got worse and worse through the night, until shortly before dawn a small person with a disproportionately large head came out of me.

I still have no idea what that was all about, but it was very weird.

Quite a few throughout the years.

My great grandmother visited my room the night she died, she entered my bedroom, stroked my hair and told me she'll always be near me. I went downstairs and asked my father why was grandma in our house, (she lived with her daughter in the next village) My father told me she was at home. I was insistent she had been in my room. Shortly after he put me back to bed he got the phone call.

My mother recounts the story of my imaginary friend who beared an uncanny resemblance to her brother who died in childhood. When I stumbled across a photo of him, I told my Mom he was my friend.I have no recollection of him now and when shown his photo a few years ago, I didn't recognise him. Apparently, he accompanied me eveywhere.

I felt a presence in our old house, sometimes sensing fleeting movement in the front hall out of the corner of my eye. I’d also sometimes find the light on in a bedroom that led off the front hall. Never felt scary or threatening though.

Years ago, I was in a restaurant when a man at the table behind me stood up and announced “the time has come, the walrus said” from the Lewis Carroll poem. It was a favourite saying of my father, and I read that verse of the poem at his funeral. That day was the first anniversary of his death.