All thing woo…

[DMLady]

Was reading a thread on here earlier about some odd things (think objects that have moved when no-one’s been there to move them) happening in someone’s house, and it got me wondering — what’s the weirdest, most woo thing that’s ever happened to you? (Nothing untoward has ever really happened to me. Not sure if I’m relieved or disappointed, tbh. Possibly both.)

Have posted this before on another thread. I have to say I did watch Most Haunted and the like in the noughties when I lived in a draughty, damp Victorian terrace in the noughties and have always loved a ghost story and that probably didn't help. In fact one time when I was watching MH in that house, probably the weirdest thing that happened there, a voice sounding like it was coming from the television set but not connected with the programme said "Cathy?" I looked around and probably pulled a face but assumed it was interference or some kind of broadcast error - it sounded like when the continuity announcer forgets to turn off the microphone, though this was right in the middle of the programme. I was on my own in the room but jumped up to tell DH who was in the kitchen.

I had sleep paralysis, nightmares and lucid dreams much more frequently back then. The house was built in 1893 and it was a little damp, cold and draughty (in need of new windows which we couldn't afford at the time). Also probably had dodgy wiring. Rather frequently the landing or hall light switches wouldn't work then would suddenly come on by themselves later or you'd switch the hall light on and the landing light would go off, that kind of thing. I used to have dreams where I was in a spooky house and couldn't switch the light on. Then I'd wake up needing a wee, go onto the landing (the only bathroom was downstairs, through the kitchen) and pray that the light switch would work. I remember one time it didn't and I said, exasperated and tired "OH COME ON!" and the light popped on. Another time (after reading Harry Potter/Lord of the Rings, almost certainly) I dreamt that there was a dementor/ring wraith in my kitchen. I actually laughed out loud and woke up as even in the dream it seemed preposterous. Still, it wasn't that much fun going downstairs for a wee straight afterwards.

Another time, in the daytime, I was drying pots in the kitchen and it felt like someone tapped me on the shoulder. There was no-one there and I put it down to a muscular twitch (though it really did feel like a single finger tapping me, like someone trying to get your attention, about to say "Excuse me, but...").

I stumbled on the stairs so many times, fortunately with no serious effect, though I did slip and bump down on my bottom a couple of steps when I was pregnant with DD1 and that made me cry (as I thought I'd hurt DD1 also). I think they were just steep/dangerous stairs and also went round the corner at the top. Though in my current house I've probably slipped twice in 16 years (touch wood etc) and it was more like several times a year in the other place.

It was also a mid-terrace and you could hear neighbours coming in next door and running up the steps. Sometimes you couldn't tell which door had been opened and it sounded like someone had come in when it was actually next door. One time though I was so absolutely sure DH had come come, I ran downstairs (without falling) and into the living room (as he would usually come in and talk to/cuddle the cat before saying hello to me 😺 ) saying "Hi!" but of course no-one was there.

Probably after that time I started saying "Goodbye!" to the house when I was the last to leave (ostensibly the cat, but I was really talking to the house) and "Hello!" when I came in again and was first to arrive. It just felt a lot of the time like there was someone else there. I looked up the house in the 1901 census - a LOT of people lived there all at once - three different generations, probably about 10-12 people and I really couldn't work out what the sleeping arrangements would have been! One was about my age at the time and gave her occupation as "laundress". After then I used to imagine her standing there marvelling at the washing machine and being very pleased when there was a line of washing blowing in the sunshine. And cross when we left a pile of crumpled clean clothes dumped in the spare room, as we used to do when we were busy and couldn't be arsed, back then!

We initially had two cats but one died, she was 19, a good age, but I was very upset to lose her as I'd had her since I was 8. What was actually quite comforting was when I used to be half awake (probably asleep and dreaming I was waking up) and feel her sitting on me and purring after she died- and it wasn't the other cat. Another time I was in the bathroom with the door closed and I could hear her walking about in the kitchen - her claws used to get very long when she was old and not going outdoors as much and we used to have to ask the vet to trim them, so she made a distinctive tapping sound. Again it was definitely not the other cat as his claws were naturally shorter and he was a bit younger. There was nothing there when I came into the kitchen but it felt comforting that I thought I'd heard her.

The only thing that DH experienced also was noises downstairs one night. I thought when I heard them from my bed that there was someone downstairs- it sounded like a couple of people having a scuffle and knocking into furniture. DH got up and could hear it too (though it was not quite as loud as it seemed initially). I put the hall light on from the landing (it worked that time!) and shouted "Oi!" or something similar and it seemed to go quiet. We both went downstairs - there was no-one there and nothing amiss. DH said it had probably been foxes in the back yard or noises from next door but when we were stood on the landing it really did sound like it was coming from inside the house.

I hadn't told my DM about any of this, but one time when we hadn't been there long she was going to house sit for us but was really sure she did not want to be in that house on her own overnight- I think my DF came up as well in the end. Nothing odd happened but they found it a bit spooky and cold.

Same with DH, nothing happened to him (or if it did, he didn't tell me) but he did agree it was spooky, draughty and damp.

Our current house doesn't feel like that. My DM lives with us now and is absolutely fine being in the house on her own.

I do have spooky dreams from time to time- I think it's because I've been doing some writing and painting - things that fire up my imagination. I like remembering my dreams though and there was a big period in my early 40s when I could never remember dreams at all- which was more unsettling to me as I've always been a regular lucid dreamer, since childhood and before I knew that lucid dreams were a thing.

When I was very small I remember hearing people saying my name or hearing other muffled conversations going on in the room as well as any that were actually going on in the room, and saying "Who said that?" and my mum would be like "Who said what?" I think it's the small brain developing and doing some odd things at times.

Yes I've had that as well, as a kid. I was likely dreaming in my case. One time I was sleeping on the sofa and dreamt that I was sitting on the sofa talking to my mum but suddenly I felt scared and that it wasn't my mum.

It also happened when I was sleeping at my grandparents' house when I was older. I thought that my mum came out of and stood in front of the wardrobe at the foot of the bed but suddenly it wasn't my mum and I was scared. I'm sure it was a dream but I was never happy with big, dark wardrobes after that!

See I know it wasn't a dream because the hall light was on throughout. I think it's what woke me. And obviously I was awake and sitting up for ages, worried. So even if I somehow half dreampt the start, which I don't believe I did...I was certainly awake when calling for them for ages.

I did wonder if perhaps my mum was sleepwalking. Hense why everything felt off. But them surely my dad would have replied.

I’d fill up the whole thread if I posted everything weird I’ve seen so I’ll just mention what’s started happening recently. My teenage son was up late watching YouTube on his phone, when a light up ball that’s touch activated started flashing. He filmed it on his phone. When he played it back you can hear a girl whisper ‘I know you’ on the recording.
the next day he was at his dads house, heard some tapping outside his room, went into the hallway and snapped two photos. In one, nothing, in the second there is an image of a gir/woman with dark hair and a fringe standing at the foot of the stairs staring at him.
I told him to stop interacting with it as it’s encouraging it. We’ve had nothing for about two months. I walked in his room a few nights ago for a chat with him, he was chilling on the bed, and a football was going round in a circle on the floor on its own in the corner. I pointed and went “erm… did you just throw that ball as it’s moving?” As soon as he sat up to look, it stopped dead. 😱

A few things happened with my son. But the scarest one was . A few years back. He was om my daughters room . He felt the presence of a man he could see a figure but could not explain it. He had a really bad feeling that overwhelmed him. My son was shding and sweating saying get it away. Son manage to calm down he went to get a drink fro the kitchen . He saw the figure again . And my son had a knife in his hand and took on this really deep voice and said around 4 words in thus deep voice which was met his voice. Son slammed the knife on the side and started sobbing.

There was another time when he saw a dark figure on the stairs. No one else could. He had a really bad feeling and was upset begging me not to go up the stairs and crying

He was around age 14-16 when he above happend.

There were other smaller non scary things. Like the man with white hair and chattering teeth and used we wear a suite . And would reach into his inside pocket for cigarettes. Son saw him a handful of times .

Son is now 20 and has not mentioned anything in a while.

@Inthegarden23
whoa!

I just remembered another strange experience, and this one was in the weirdest and most unexpected of places. I was in a very busy Heathrow airport in London, and needed to go to toilet, anyway as I was washing my hands I felt what I can only describe as a child poking me with their fingers in my lower back, I turned around only to see nobody there…

I have a library book that turns up on my shelf every few months - I've returned it 3 times now

Just remembered another thing from when DD was around 2.5 I was reading a Haunted Liverpool book and I got to a story called Bernie with the broken neck. DD was on the floor watching a video. She turned around to me and said. "Mummy the man in your story broke his neck, didn't he.

So this may or may not be woo but.... I sent a voice note to a friend while I was speaking a female is in the back ground mimicking my voice and using a phrase I use often as I'm talking. If it wasn't speaking while I was speaking I would of said it was me (no other adults in the house) No tv on just the kids playing. My partner who is totally not woo said he cannot find a reasonable answer to how it was possible. Not an echo as I hadn't spoken a single word similar in o what was said. Very old house with lots of history.

I was about 25 years old and consoling my mum who was really upset as her nan (my great nan) has passed away. They were very close.

Mum was sat on a sofa with a bookshelf next to it, like a regular Billy bookshelf.

Mum is sobbing when a small glass candle holder flies off onto the carpet. There are lots of things on this bookshelf and the candle holder was nowhere near the edge.

I'll never forget the whooshing noise as it scraped the shelf as it flew off, like someone had flicked it hard. Or moved it along the shelf.

If I hadn't seen it I would never have believed it.

My Mil has always been very woo. Think tarot cards, psychics etc. She always believed that flickering lights were the dead trying to communicate and that white feathers were a sign from guardian angels.

Last January, she felt a little unwell. She lived around the corner from us and we’d been to see her. She told us she was having an early night.

We went home and settled down to watch Saturday night TV. The lights in our living room started to flicker on and off - two different table lamps and a floor lamp. All 4 of us noticed.

My Dh found my Mil the morning after. She had died peacefully in her sleep. The lights have never flickered either before or since.

Love this thread!
Around 10 years ago, I was living at home with my mum. It was just the two of us and we'd have a routine each evening that she'd make the dinner and I'd clean up.
I had washed and put away the dishes, cleaned the kitchen as I normally do and watched some TV before going to bed.
The next day, woke up for work and came to the kitchen to find all the dishes I had put away back in the drainer, the drainer had moved to the worktop beside the sink and even more weirdly, ALL our snacks (biscuits and crisps) that were on the side board had been opened and scattered on the sideboard.
Mum had slept soundly and hadn't come down, we're not sleepwalkers and quite light sleepers so would have heard commotion anyway.
The window was closed so wasn't a squirrel or any other animal that could have snuck in plus couldn't figure out the issue with the dishes or why the whole thing was moved away from the actual sink. We were both miffed and slightly creeped out.

5 days later, I was standing on the landing upstairs and texting someone. But everytime I texted a word, it would delete and type out another random word. I kept deleting that and kept trying to type my own message, but the phone just deleted my message. I decided to let it type its own out of curiosity but it was just random text, nothing made sense.

Mentioned it to mum, we were both a little spooked but not scared, just a bit miffed. Nothing happened ever again, just those two incidences where we didn't have a logical explanation to either.

A couple of nice ones.

My dad died four years ago. Purely a pareidolia/grieving thing I'm sure, but for two years (or thereabouts) after he died it felt like I could see his face on the spine of a book on a bookshelf in the living room, when I looked at it from an armchair. My Mum agreed it looked like him from there too. Quite funny really as it's actually Carol Klein - it's a gardening book, and my dad definitely looked nothing like her. But for a while even though I'd gone up close and seen it was Carol Klein, when I sat down again it looked like my dad again. Nowadays it does look a bit less like him from the chair, but it still makes me smile to see it.

Recently also I had a nice dream that we were playing cards and having a laugh together. It was a lucid dream as I knew he had passed away in real life from within the dream, and sort of knew that he knew as well. He looked very well, more like he did when I was a kid, and was wearing his favourite light blue t-shirt.

I also still wear his FitBit, it feels like a connection. He was really into sport and fitness and going to the gym.

On my parents' first wedding anniversary after my dad died an ornament in their room started playing "The Anniversary Waltz" when my mum went in there. She hadn't touched it for ages nor wound it up- they had been married for nearly 57 years when he died.

Oh that's so lovely @Catspyjamas17!

Staying with my mum at her house after my dad had died. His friend and work colleague, Jo came to visit us. A few close family members were gathered in the living room and we welcomed Jo in. It was early January and a bottle of red wine given to my parents as a Christmas gift from someone was positioned on top of a desk in the corner of the room. Jo sat down in the living room and we all got chatting. I offered her a cup of tea when the bottle of red wine fell from the top of the desk, landed on the carpet and slid across the room stopping directly at Jo’s feet. Everybody went quiet and I just said ‘I think my dad would like to offer you something a bit stronger. Would you like a glass?’ Jo gratefully accepted.

I’ve had several other strange things happen, all of which were comforting rather than frightening.

In the early 1980’s I had been working at some offices on an old air base. I had come to the end of a project that had lasted a few months so was feeling a bit sad. On a Saturday morning I drove in to tidy some final reports, collect my things and say goodbye to the place.

it was a huge site, but one of these places that is dead on weekends. Other than security at the gates the place was deserted. After I finished work, I took my flask and lunch out of my car and went and sat on a bench under a long parallel double line of trees. In between the trees was a path thickly carpeted in autumn leaves.

After a while I heard a voice in the distance talking urgently. It sounded as if it was getting nearer. Then I saw some 30 yards or so away, the leaves rippling, moving. The voice was getting louder and it was as if someone was walking on the path I front of me kicking leaves in front of them while all the time having a conversation with someone. But this was well before mobile phones were invented and there was nobody there at all. Just a voice moving left to right as leaves were being disturbed beneath it.

Very damn weird!

Not exactly woo, but telepathy, which from experience I know exists.

Living 2000 miles from home with future dh*, I had a horrible row with him, was up all night, utterly miserable. Made plans in my head to go home without telling anybody it hadn’t worked out, planned how and where to get a job, where to live, etc.

Around a week later (this was long before routine long distance phone calls - - we didn’t even have a phone - or email) I had a letter from my mother, who never wrote, it was always my father. She was terribly worried, after having a dream about me - in which she’d dreamt the exact details of what I was planning to do - even down to the temp agency where I’d planned to find a job. The date on the letter was the day after the night I’d been so miserable.

Although I’d known something similar years before - she had dreamt exact details - at the same time - of distress in a family member far away - I was still seriously spooked! I never told her that she’d been spot on.

*We soon made it up, BTW - it was a one-off - he’s always been a fantastic dh and father.

@Catspyjamas17 , I love the anniversary waltz one! I wish my poor DM could have experienced something like that after my father died - she’d have found it so comforting.

I was in a local council meeting in an old manor house in Leicester.
It was evening. We could all hear the baby crying upstairs. Afterwards the meeting host took us upstairs to the very empty 1st floor. The place was rumoured to be haunted by the ghost of a baby.

That's fascinating. What do you think it was?

My contribution. I used to work in pub that used to be a jail. I was the manager and key holder. The cellar was one of the creepiest places I've ever experienced and I hated having to go there by myself. But the actual woo stuff happened in actual bar. Twice on different occasions the same brand of cognac flew off the shelf. Can't work out if the resident ghost loved it or hated it.

Heard someone say hi multiple times during the night it was a mans voice this happened during the night. Four days ago I was ill in bed and I shouted my son for a bottle of water he said one minute. I waited about 5 minutes and asked again but got no answer so rang him and he told me he was out with his dad. I thought something freaky happened two weeks ago I was watering my hanging baskets outside this was 3am I do not sleep a lot at night. I heard listen and then whispers I told dh next morning and it was captured on the ring doorbell. Two days later the police knocked on and there had been an attempted break in two doors down that night. It terrified me something bad would of happened if I had looked around the corner.

Hi ghost jail,
I'm big into the spooky I would love to think it's someone paying a visit. I was in such disbelief that I forwarded it onto a few friends and family and they all agree they can hear the same thing. I cannot fathom a logical explanation at all and neither can others. I say I'm big in to the paranormal but I'm also a big scaredy cat.

I bookmarked this thread last night because I was too much of a wimp to read in the dark. I hoped it would be longer. I could certainly use a distraction right now