Share your unexplained/spooky experiences

[MiCorazon]

I'd love to hear them! Whether you believe or not...

When I was in primary school, one of the girls convinced me there was a ghost in the third toilet cubicle. For ~years~ months, I was terrified to go for a wee at school, and could only use the first stall. Poor little autistic me lived in terror of seeing a ghost in that bloody toilet. Never did!

After my grandad died, and we went back to my mum's house for the wake, as she opened the front door, a puff of pipe smoke came wafting out. Grandad hadn't been to her house for months and even on his last visits, he would smoke his pipe in the garden. I think he was saying goodbye.

When I was young, my grandmother (mother's mother) lived with us all of the time (beast of a woman, as we found out later). My mom died in December and then on my mom's birthday the following September my grandmother died. My grandmother had an old bed with box springs. Whenever she would sit down or get up there would be this loud screeching. Very distinctive. My grandmother had been dead a few months. My sister and I were sitting on my sister's bed reading. Not talking about my grandmother. Not thinking about her. All of a sudden we heard two very distinct screeches, the same sound the springs made when my grandmother sat down or got up. My sister and I started screaming for our dad who came running down the hall. We hysterically told him what we had heard. He turned on the hall light and opened the door to our grandmother's bedroom. The room was completely empty, no furniture in it and the door had been closed since she died. Daddy confirmed that there wasn't anyone(thing?) in there but my sister and I know what we heard. That was in 1962 and to this day, I am sure that it was my grandmother.

It was spooky at the time, but later we learned it was natural phenomena.

Moving airplanes, runways, buildings and traffic in the sky like ghostly images. Very unnerving as I could see warplanes trundling down a runway upside down in the sky! This was in Oxfordshire.

Three decades later from the Cornish coast the Scilly Islands also appeared overlaid in the sky. By then the widely available internet confirmed these must have been Fata Morgana (complex mirages).

Our dog died last year. In the evening he'd always be with us when we watched tv then follow us up to bed. In particular he was my shadow and was always with me. He followedme everywhere. The other day DH was out. I wanted an early night, turned off the tv and as I left the room I closed the door behind me. As I did I heard a soft woof. As if I'd shut him in. It was exactly the sound of his woof. I quickly opened the door without thinking and then realised he is no longer with us. It's not possible but I know what I heard.

My mum often says she smells something associated with her dad - cooking beetroot being one…..

When my Dad got the phone call to say that my Grandad (his dad) had died during the night, at 2.30am to be precise, he glanced at his watch and it had stopped at 2.30.

Following as I love these threads!

My DFs wake was in the pub he went to. We were all in black. I was facing a large mirror. As we raised a glass to him, of his favourite tipple, out of the corner of my eye I saw him in the mirror - a flash of grey hair and the burgundy cardigan he always wore. I spun round to look to see who was wearing burgundy in the room, but there wasn't anyone. I am sure he was there, saying goodbye to everyone.

I too love these threads. My Dad, Mum, brother and I moved in with my grandmother and grandfather when I was 14. The following year we lost my grandfather. It was a large three bedroom house and my room was downstairs in a room converted into a bedroom from a study. I was revising late one night during my GCSE's and checked the clock which said one o clock ( burning the midnight oil). I made a mental note to finish the notes I was writing and go to bed. A few minutes later, I glanced up at the clock again and it said 5 o clock. Just before I swore I smelled my grandfathers tobacco as he used to smoke a pipe, a very distinctive smell. This was in 1991, and the clock was a Westclox old fashioned clock not a digital style one. I shot out of the room and ran upstairs and slipped in to my grandmothers double bed with her as I set to do sometimes. I am convinced my Grandad or Dadcu changed the clock to get me to rest. I wish know I'd said hello to him but I was so shocked, I bolted upstairs!