To ask what's the weirdest/strangest/creepiest thing that has ever happened to you?

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As the title says...

Just remembered another one. This was not a dream.

I used to live on my own a few years ago in a flat and the house used to give me the creeps.

I constantly felt like I was being watched and just had a general uneasiness about the place.

When I broke my foot, I was off work for a couple of months. Convinced there was something sinister in the house, I would stay up at night and sleep during the day.

One night I thought, right, I'm being ridiculous so I went to bed but I kept the hall light on. I woke up to a massive bang, my door shut and I was lying there in pitch darkness. Terrified to move I shut my eyes hoping it would go away. It did, and when I opened my eyes my bedroom door was back open. I moved out pretty quickly after that.

God I sound like a nutcase

Not to me but a strange thing happened to DH this Monday. A bit of background we are farmers in rural South America. DH commutes to the farm about 20 miles from our small town. His grandfather has a neighbouring farm. About 7 years ago his grandfather was on his farm with his head cowboy. They were looking across the valley to the highest point, which is a plateau on our farm. They saw a blue orb and couldn't figure out what it was, there is nothing on that plateau and it is very difficult to get to because it is surrounded by thick virgin woodland.
Anyway on Monday DH was working late and realised he wouldn't be home before it got dark. He has a very old phone with limited coverage so he needed to go up to high ground and call me. He went up on the plateau. Through the trees he saw a strange circling light, he said it was somewhere between white, red and blue. Changing from infrared to blue (wavelegth I can't remember - his explanation was too technical) . DH used to be a radio frequency engineer so I trust him when he says there is no known cause for what he saw. He said it was too steady to be a person playing a trick and also the plateau is almost impossible to get to unless you know the farm well. There are no houses, the farm is 5000 acres and the neighbours on both sides are of equal size with their farm houses down in the valley, a good few miles from where he was. It went out and he called me, he told me what he saw. He is still talking about it!

And I've gone and freaked myself out now thinking about it!

Shameless place marking !

Great thread!

My dad died 16 years ago. A few years after he passed, I was driving through our village, not concentrating on what I was doing, and suddenly realised I was approaching a corner with a junction immediately after it far too fast. I went to stand on the brake pedal and found it was already half way down, and my car was suddenly full of the smell of cigarette smoke - my Dad was a heavy smoker. I was able to stop safely and in time, and as I pulled away I heard his voice say, very clearly and right in my ear, "Now concentrate, you daft bat." Which is just the kind of thing he would have said.

Think I've told this one before.

We rented a beautiful three-bed bungalow in a semi-rural location. Adore this house, still do, some friends live in it.

It was built in 1831. Just gorgeous.

The bedrooms were all in a row, in fact, the master is converted. It used to be another reception room.

When we moved in we had DD1 who was 4 and DD2 who was nearly 2.

The back bedroom was GORGEOUS. It had an original stained glass window and the backed onto this bubbling wee burn. The house itself backed onto national forest land and was full of wildlife - the nights were full of owls hooting, bats, etc.

So thought to move DD1 into that beautiful bedroom. She was always a star sleeper.

First night she was in there she woke screaming blue murder. I mean, BAD. DH wanted to settle her back in there, but I felt like something was just wrong. So I put her in with us and the next day moved her into the middle bedroom with her sister. All was fine after this.

The bathrooms were at the back, you had to walk past that bedroom to get to them. I kept imagining every now and again that I saw something run past the window out of the corner of my eye.

We used the room as a guest room. My folks came from abroad and went to sleep, jetlagged, on a lovely king-sized bed we set up in there.

Morning came and my dad and I were having coffee. 'Hate to tell you this,' he said, 'But there's someone in that damn room. Annoyed the hell out of me!' I said, 'What?!' He'd woken to the sound of someone in the corner breathing very noisily. 'An old woman,' he said, 'Her name's Elizabeth. 86. She was either 86 or she died in 1886 or something 86. I don't give a damn.' 'What did you do?' I said. 'I told her to shut the hell up and stay shut up, we were trying to sleep.'

Okay.

After we moved out the landlady asked, 'Oh, did you see the old lady?'

Expatinscotland - that's hilarious but terrifying what your dad said! That gave me the shivers.

He's had three such experiences that I know about but that's the only one he's admitted to, Cellar. He said she had some kind of chest complaint - TB, pneumonia, something like that. He's very no-nonsense, used to be an Army officer, retired engineer.

My mom told me about this one time they went house hunting. They have only ever bought one house, 44 years ago. Anyhow, when they were hunting, they originally wanted to stay in the neighbourhood they were renting it, but all they saw were crummy.

My mom still insisted they go see this one house, a 2 bed bungalow. There was a viewing on Sunday (common in the US to have a viewing day on a Sunday afternoon) so they left me and my sister with one of her cousins.

It was February and raining hard and the estate agent showed up in his car, handed them the keys through the window and said he had paperwork to do. My dad was like, okay. He went in first. He must have had a bad feeling because he insisted on going first into every room.

They came to the second bedroom and he opened the door, stepped in a bit, then immediately backed out and closed the door. Told my mom that was enough and insisted on leaving with her going out first.

He went to the EA's car, tapped the window and said, 'When did she hang herself?' EA was aghast. A former tenant had killed herself in there.

'How did you know?' he said. 'Because I saw her hanging from the light fixture. We won't be buying.'

It's a full moon tonight as well, just saying. Might have to abandon this thread until tomorrow morning or I'll be too scared to sleep!

Loving this....I have lots.....

When I was 13/14 I got into that ouji/ghost stuff...I was doing some 'automatic writing' where you hold the pencil and ask spirits to write for you...the window in my bedroom was on the latch and it was a calm summers day. The window latch started to jiggle up and down really fast. It freaked me out so much, that I ran into my brothers bedroom...we did NOT get on at the time! 😬
We also lived in a 3 storey council house...probably built in the 50's...the top half of the house was really spooky. When we were kids we used to hear people downstairs -like the sounds of people chopping cheese in the kitchen. Saturday mornings we often went downstairs armed with wallpaper/tennis racquets as we thought there was an intruder.
Once when I was around 16/17 I was alone in the house. I went to brush my teeth in the bathroom at the opposite end of the landing to my bedroom. The stairs to the attic were in the middle. I heard someone walk down every step (the stairs creaked on the 3rd and 4th step for instance) so I knew I hadn't misheard. I actually thought I was about to be murdered in the bathroom. So I ran all the way to my bedroom at the other end of the landing. It was the only room I felt safe in that house. I lived there till I was around 22. It still freaks me out...

Shit expat, your dad sounds like a very cool customer! That must have been terrifying

I went to see a psychic when I was around 17. She told me she was a medium...was that ok? I said yes of course...she said my grandma is always with me (she died when I was about 2 or 3) I was quite pleased to hear that. She then proceeded to tell me that with my gran was a black and white cat that was around when my mum was young. I said well my mum had a dog but not a cat...we had a slightly heated discussion about it as she refused to believe me....but my mum was terrified of cats. I got home and told my mum...she admitted that my gran did have a black and white cat...I had also taped the session. I tried to play it to her and it sounded like a high pitched squeal like the tape had been chewed. My mum couldn't stand it, she was so freaked! To this day I think my granny is with me...

Mine is boring compared to some of these!
DM and I walking along a path. At the same time we both move to the edges of the path - me to the left, her to the right - to make way for the cyclist that has come up behind us and rung the bell on the bike.
But there wasn't a cyclist and was nobody else around. Not near houses so wasn't doorbell chimes or anything. But we both heard it and instinctively moved. It probably has an explanation that isn't woo but i don't know what that is. I did Google to see if any cyclists had been killed there but never found anything.

I have a few.

I used to manage a shop which occupied an old 1800s building. The layout was the shop, then there was a short corridor with my office just off it, then up a couple of steps to the ground floor stock room and the staff area was beyond that, there was a flight of stairs from that stock room up to the one on the first floor (two rooms up there).

I used to rush from my office to the staff area without looking up the stairs. I had this overwhelming and uncomfortable feeling that if I did I'd see a man staring down at me (I'm feeling freaked just typing that and I left that job 20 years ago). I hated having to go upstairs to get stock or do orders, on occasions I saw a mist up there, just in one place and about the size of a person.
Of course, I never told my staff about how I felt.

One afternoon, one of my assistants was mopping the floor in the downstairs stock room, I was doing paperwork in my office. Suddenly I heard the metal mop bucket crash to the floor and she came running into my office looking very white and shaky.

She'd looked up the stairs and saw a man looking down at her.

I was in Mid Wales August this year, in a cottage in the middle of nowhere. Open countryside surrounding us.

Woke up about 2am and looked out the curtain to the countryside and saw a green sky.

It looked like the northern lights, except part of the sky was flashing. I watched for a few minutes and the flashing stopped, but the sky remained a striking green.

I wonder what caused it

Another was when my father in law died, he passed away on New Year Day some years ago.
That year I'd blu-tacked Christmas cards to the picture rail around our living room. One day, a few days after he died, I'd been out with our oldest son. We came home and went into the living room. Suddenly there was a bang in the hall, like something heavy had fallen onto the varnished floorboards. I thought it might be my bag falling as I'd left it on the stairs when I came in, although my bag was by no means heavy. My son heard it too and I went into the hall to pick it up. It was still where I'd left it and nothing was on the floor. As I walked back into the living room the card sent by my father in law fell from the picture rail.

Another time a medium told me that she had my grandmother with her and she told me that my grandmother had a message for me. It was the exact phrase which my grandmother used to say to me.

Marking place. Love a woo thread.

I'm only as far as page 2 but I'm on my own and I frighten very easily and OK yes I am scared to death and I need a wee and I can't get out from under my duvet in case the monsters/ghosts get me. I am now just placemarking so I can come back when it is daytime...

Place marking for tomorrow

Not very creepy...

My dm used to love watching the birds in the garden, in particular a pair of doves, who visited everyday. Towards the end of her life, they stopped visiting.

The morning that dm died, she told my dad if she could find a way to contact us - she would come back as a bird.

No more than three hours after her death, the a single dove appeared at the kitchen window, for the first time in 3 months.

We sat and watched it and it watched us for what felt like hours. It didn't even eat the seed on the bird table.

The dove came back day after day and eventually it's partner did too.

My df took reassurance from that, coincidence or not. I'm not sure what I think but it made me weep thinking of it. I'd like to think there was something behind it.

I haven't read the whole thread because I got half way through and our house alarm started going off. It's gone off three times now. For no reason.

DP is away and our (blind and elderly) DDog isn't much use as protection.

Slightly shitting myself

Honestly, 99.9% of the time there is nothing to fear from spirits, or people in spirit as I prefer to term them. You're in far more danger from mortal humans. I've been visited by someone in spirit for over a decade now, and I can honestly say it has been a fascinating, humbling and sometimes hilarious experience.

All that said I do love a good woo thread meself.

Hemlock no one has ever come up with a rational explanation - not that I've told many people beyond the couple of times I've posted it on here and one or two people IRL. At the time my DH suggested it might have been people messing around, some sort of Satanist/cultists gathering (actually his first suggestion was people making a horror film IIRC, until I pointed out they'd perfected the art of filming in complete and utter blackness). If it had just been me thinking I'd heard voices and feeling terrified I'd probably have ended up believing the Satanists explanation, but the behaviour of the animals is the bit I can't explain rationally.

takesnoprisoners I'm really not brave at all, I just blundered into "something" and essentially relied on the dog I had with me to get us out of it! I was a shaking sobbing petrified snotty mess for the rest of that night and couldn't wait to get away from that house, I hated every minute I had to spend there and if it hadn't been for the dogs needing me and my DH being able to join me for the last couple of days, I don't think I would have stayed. But I never really felt anything odd in the house itself, not even that night looking back rationally - the dogs' behaviour was focused on whatever was outside. I never walked them in those woods again though, not even in daylight!

Ugh, I'm awake thanks to my DH having a panic attack - he's now gone back to sleep and I'm wide awake trying not to freak myself out by reliving it again!

A friend's Nan was visiting her friend at her home in West London.
They were standing chatting at the front window which looked out onto a square surrounded by railings. They both saw two little girls and were surprised because they looked only about four or five , certainly much too young to be unsupervised. At this point they became aware that the girls were at the wrong level . They seemed to be too high up for their feet to have been on the ground. It must have seemed very " wrong" because at this point the friend was so disturbed she wet herself.

Page, bless you for being up early! I hope you managed to get back to sleep. I wonder if the black shape was a badger? It would explain the dogs going mental at it wouldn't it? X