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

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As the title says...

You're right expat and I shall try it if (when ) it hapens again

Good luck, Puzzled

I shall share a story my uncle told me. They live in a very rural location on the west coast of Ireland. He was meeting my aunt in the local pub, a 15 minute drive from home. She had gone up earlier with friends. He was driving along a coast road when he saw a young woman in a yellow sundress hitchhiking (not uncommon in that area). He passed her, stopped for her, lent over, opened the passenger door and waited. She didn't walk up to the car and when he looked behind him, there was no one on the road.
He drove on to the pub and was telling the barman about the hitchhiker and how she must have been freezing as it was much too cold to be out in just a dress. The barman went pale and told uncle about the girl who threw herself off the road into the sea one summer. Apparently many motorists have seen her on that road since she died.
He told me this story in the same pub and we had to drive back down that road later in the evening. I closed my eyes for the whole journey.

Camping in the middle of nowhere (friends field, no street lights or other houses nearby, just a stables) there are lots of little country lanes, in a supposedly very haunted area. About 2am, kids are asleep so I nipped to use the nicer loo at the far end of the field rather than the manky chemical one id bought up for the kids.

Theres a screech of car breaks, a woman screamed then started sobbing about having hit something, the guys she's with yelled at her to shut up coz there were lights on in the field and someone might hear, they dragged something up by the gate.

Tents full of children were at that end of the field, other adults asleep in the caravan at the opposite end, so by this point I am running across the field as fast as my fat little legs could carry me, wasn't until I got to maybe 3/4 of the way over the field I realised I'd left my torch by the loo. Car sped off. I was just about to turn round and get my torch when I noticed a large black thing in the drive way, as I got closer it looked more and more body shaped in the moonlight. Got up to it and realised the only thing I could hear was my own heartbeat (its a big field and I don't generally run) by now totally convinced myself I was looking at a dead body, 'hello, can you hear me? Are you ok?' Nothing. Got a bit closer, suddenly the whole thing flipped up in a really unnatural way and this ghostly white face with no features appeared and something grabbed my leg

Fell backwards, crying, just as my 13 year old brother appeared with a torch, told him to get back and get help, possibly slightly hysterically. DB starts absolutely wetting himself. Took a deep breath and turned to look at it in the light...

It was a whopping great tree branch with a carrier bag stuck in it. I will never be allowed to live it down!

I have a couple of things, but I'll share the main one.

When I was 8 I was walking home from my grans with my mum and a voice (I thought in my head) said "Don't go X way." I ignored itwas running ahead of my mum and came to a crossing I was allowed to cross "by myself" because it was a red/green man one. Someone ran the red and hit me at 30mph. I remember being thrown into the air and then feeling someone catch me, say "I told you not to go this way!" and gently lower me down to the bonnet. I walked away completely unhurt apart from a bruise on my leg from the initial impact.

I don't think my mum has ever believed me, but I've never ignored that little voice again!

Bit that got eaten, My mum saw it all insists there was nothing gentle about the way I came down back onto the car! But I know there was, and to me the proof is that I know I "should" have been more hurt with the speed the car was going (which she does verify!).

OMG PageStillNotFound404 - that properly scared the hell out of me.

Sigh, since I started reading this thread both my cats have been staring at the corridor mewing, I need the loo and now im too scared to go.

Anyway. Working in an old pub lots of weird things happened, glasses jumping off shelves weird creaky noises etc and obviously you'd get nights where people had talked about the ghost and you were a bit creeped out by closing. By popular bar staff belief there were 3 ghosts, I've not seen them in the 10 years ive been there (8 as staff but its still my local) but I learned very early on that there were a lot of strange noises in the pub, creaking beams, footsteps, laughter, crying etc and that if I heard them I got scared, so I used to sing as I cleaned up, I was also in a catholic church choir so often sang old hymns and stuff we were learning, therefore I didn't hear anything, right up until one night there was a lot of shouting outside and I stopped singing midway through the final verse and went to look on the cctv, only the singing didn't stop, the last few lines were sung in a beautiful mans voice and in the corner under the stairs, beside the bar, for just a second was the silhouette of a man, then I saw the flashing lights from a police car, dealing with the shouting outside and he disappeared. Ever since that night every time something was about to kick off I saw a man in the same spot, just out the corner of my eye, he'd stay there til all was calm again and when I've been in having had a bad day I get a sense of peace just there. I had been singing a latin hymn (for choir, not coz im weird) and a couple of years ago the new owners changed the flooring, under the tiles they found a trap door, opened it up and it turns out it was a priest hole the man was standing on. I always got the impression he was looking out for me.

I've had a few ghosty type experiences, but there's one woo thing from my childhood that really gives me chills. My primary school had a couple of bulge classes so the school purchased a second site. It was a very modern but not at all attractive or expensive building (think brick and tin type industrial looking building) although it was lovely inside). It had a decent sized playground, a grassy area and some steps to access a very small playground enclosed in trees behind the building. It wasn't a very popular place to play since the building and the trees rendered it pretty much constantly in the shade, it was dark and cold, and felt a bit creepy, especially in the winter.

Scene setting over One morning is had a bit of a tiff with a normally good friend, I still remember this so clearly, and I'd taken myself off to sulk on my own down to the small playground (probably I WBU )In ta strip I crossed fingers on both hands and said aloud 'I wish x falls over and cuts her knees'. 30 seconds later, friend came running around the corner in tears because she'd fallen...and cut her knees.

It did freak me out at the time, but I reasoned it was coincidence -although I clearly remember feeling quite guilt (until lunchtime at least!). A few days later I wished my parents would win the lottery, don't get ahead of yourselves - they didn't win! But I felt convinced enough to want to keep testing it, and I wished for a few different things, and several came true.Too many to be coincidence in my mind. They were always silly things like I wish my teachers board pen would run out - and it would, again lots of things that could quite easily be written off as coincidences - but it was pretty strange!

But it wasn't reliable, and not every 'wish' came true. Until one day, about a week or so later it occurred to me that it was only the 'bad' wishes that seemed to be coming true - it sounds ludicrously far fetched I realise! If I wished for something to break or someone to trip or someone to get a row, there was a pretty good success rate, but wishes for cake in my lunchbox and getting the best pogs or football stickers never seem to be 'granted'.

I did one last 'test' and wished my teacher would break his arm. Yep. You guessed it. Supply teacher for the rest of the week and a teacher in a cast in Monday morning. Again, this could be purely coincidence, as he broke it playing rugby which he played in the local team, so an accident like that was not out of the realms of plausibility - but still!

The broken arm really frightened me though. I felt responsible for it, and I stopped 'wishing'. I genuinely felt too frightened to do it again. And another strange aspect is at the time, I knew it was 'wrong'. I had a sense that I shouldn't be messing with it, and I felt compelled to keep it a secret. I didn't tell a soul, and I had to keep it a secret (and let's play fair, you would imagine that a 20 year old who had found a way of being naughty by making wishes that came true would be the sort of thing you would tell all your best friends about!).

I moved back to the main site the following year, and never dabbled with it again. A few years later the school sold the building and the site was demolished and a new housing estate build on the plot:

An essay! And so many typos - on phone sorry! Meant *10 year old.

Wooooooooooo

A few years ago I had a very vivid dream about an ex-boyfriend and I woke up convinced that he had died. Some months later my sister and I visited our old home town and bumped into his boss's wife. After exchanging pleasantries she said "You won't have heard about xxxx? He moved to Spain and died shortly after." !!
Lots of my dreams have been prophetic and my father's too. Also many weird experiences in the family.E.g. My father died in hospital and none of us were there at the time although my mother had left to come home for lunch just an hour before. We were all sitting round the table at my sister's house when we heard a strange loud noise from the dresser. When she looked a glass at the back had broken into hundreds of perfectly square pieces. Shortly after the hospital telephoned and my father had died at the moment the glass broke.
I could write a book, but even now I don't know how to explain any of it.

Superfly will have to watch that. Definately one of the spookiest places I've been

I've namechanged for this because I tell this story a lot and it will out me.

When I was about 13/14, a friend asked if I wanted to do the ouija board. It was school holidays and we were at my gran's house, upstairs in a bedroom and on our own because my gran had nipped out. I'd never heard of it so she explained it and we set up a homemade version. We were tying to think of a first question to ask when we heard the door close. It was a heavy door that used to stick so you had to clunk it shut twice and the chain rattled. We heard this and quickly scrambled the letters. I went to the top of the landing to shout down that we were upstairs but there was no one else in the house.

Since we were stupid kids who didn't learn, a couple of weeks later we were staying in a caravan with a third friend. Her parents had gone to the clubhouse on site for a quick drink and the first friend had the same bright idea. We set up a makeshift ouija board again but this time I felt uneasy and the feeling grew. Just as we were about to start, I took my finger off the glass we were using as a planchette and said I didn't think we should be doing it. At that exact minute the overhead bulb fell out of its fitting and landed, unbroken, on top of the board. We took that as a warning and didn't ask any questions.

Since then I have been plagued by lights and bulbs failing, far more than I think is normal. Several times over the course of my life a bulb has fallen out of an overhead light in front of me. They never break. Other people have witnessed it happen. Wherever I've lived, bulbs blow out at a ridiculous rate. In this house we currently have three lights out because so many bulbs have blown recently we've run out of spares. If I stay in a holiday cottage or hotel, a bulb will go during my stay. Every time I eat out in a pub or restaurant, there will be a light out. It has become a family joke - my DH and/or my parents always look for the dud light now (DH knows of my ouija board experiences but DPs don't). The first time I took now-DH to my parents' house to meet them, the bulb from the dining room light fell onto the table just as we were about to eat. In my 20s I went through a phase of street lights going out as I walked past them; that lasted until I moved away from that particular village. My friends used to joke I was a reverse Michael Jackson (from the video where the pavement lit up as he stepped on it).

I never feel anything, no presence or similar. Just bulbs blowing or falling everywhere, for 30+ years. It sounds daft but it took me years to realise there was this pattern. It's a nuisance but I think of it as a small price to pay for being stupid enough to mess with the ouija board in the first place.

In 1992 my great uncle took ill in his house and called my DM to go and help him, she went with my DF, I was out at the time and knew nothing until I went home and my DGF who we lived with told me they were at the hospital with GU. Now GU was a bachelor and aged about late 60's early 70's, and although I wasnt especially close, I saw him quite often, he had a knack of being very annoying to a 17 yo girl, but he was also thoughtful and kind but I never appreciated any of that at the time. He was always kinda poorly with something wrong and it was a bit of a family joke etc. But we still loved him and he came for Xmas every year and managed to annoy the life right out of me!!

Anyway I called the hospital and I managed to speak to my DF who told me that GU had had a heart attack and was very poorly and could dad please pick me up as I wanted to tell GU that I loved him, I was quite hysterical on the phone and DF eventually said ok. Well I stood outside the house for nearly an hour and nobody came, so I went back upstairs and phoned the hospital and I spoke To my other GU who said that it wasn't the place for me as he was so poorly, my DM came on the phone and said there is no point dolores as he is unconscious so stay at home, I asked if he could hear and she said she didn't know but I told her to tell him I loved him and she said she would.
I was distraught, probably through guilt that I don't think id ever told him I loved him, I just sulked the way teenagers do and I wanted him to know.

I feel asleep and I "dreamed" that I walked into a room with just floor boards and a window opposite me, under the window there was a thin mattress and my GU was longing on it, he was surrounded by people in white robes, with hoods, soft hoods IYSWIM, and then one by one the stood up and moved away so I could see my GU, he sat up on the mattress and he looked directly at me and he said "I know you love me".
I don't know if this is woo or my subconsciously trying to calm me, but I would like to believe that he came to me the only way he could to tell me it was ok. About an hour after that my parents came home to tell me he had passed, but I already knew.

I have psychic dreams. Which is awful as you never know if a nightmare will become reality. A few weeks before 9/11 I dreamt my mum and I were in a ground floor apartment I was shaking her to wake up as we needed to help people, the first tower had already been hit. Next rather than a plane I saw one of those massive American Juggernaut Trucks flying through the sky and hit the second tower. I will never forget how cold my blood ran watching it on the news. I also dreamt the 7/7 attacks before they happened too, the day that happened I had so many friends in shock calling me as I had told them about the dream. My grandad and mother had the same 'gift' although I don't believe it's a gift at all. Mum predicted Lockerbie back in the day and several other incidents during the 80's and would get my dad to lock envelopes in a deposit box to be opened after the event. I don't believe in ghosts or psychics but I can't deny these dreams actually happened to me. It scares me.

I forgot this one too when my daughter was around 4 she said to me 'Mum, you know Shobi?' I said no who's Shobi?
She replied 'I used to be Shobi but my mummy didn't like me and I died and then I came to live with you' if we ever ask her about Shobi now she gets really defensive and claims she doesn't know about it. Definitely spooked me!

puzzled next time really look at the picture incase you've missed something.

I once was working in a room with a little cupboard/room of it. I looked up from what i was doing and saw the door was slightly ajar. As I watched it closed slowly. i went to open it but it was held shut.

Ran downstairs totally freaked out and everyone else in the house was downstairs. Often felt someone sit on the end of the bed.

Genuinely not with you, karron - I'm not sure what I could have missed, unless you mean something like writing on the back which there definitely isn't?

Does anyone remember the silver ring on a silver chain thing? I need to google it really. I used to do it all the time as a teenager, and it really did work.

I posted this before.
When ds 5 was about 18 months old,we slept downstairs on a sofa bed.Dp woke me up,really freaked out.And he told me he woke up to see ds 5 behind us.The sofa bed we slept halfway down cause the other bit was too hard to sleep on.Anyway he said he went to grab him,he shirked backwards.

He went to grab him again,he moved back again and slowly disappeared.He said it was like mist parting.
well he was really freaked out and i went up to check and he was fast asleep in his cot.

A pendulum I guess, I don't think the material itself mattered.

I remember making a ouija board at school, and using it in a classroom. The glass moved, sure it was one of the others though.

I'm not woo, but I can't explain something very woo that happened to me over 10 years ago....
I had recently bought my first flat, I was 24 and living on my own. It was just before Christmas and I was in bed. I was woken by the feeling that someone was sitting at the end of my bed. The presence at the end of my bed spoke to me in a little girl's voice and said "don't be afraid, I was in the fire, I live upstairs".
I felt paralysed to my bed, it was very cold, I screamed and managed to sit bolt upright. I jumped up and turned the lights on- there was nothing there.
At that point I turned the lights on throughout the flat, put jogging bottoms/jumper on as fast as humanly possible, grabbed my keys/phone and ran out of the block of flats. It was about 5am, completely dark and there was a hard frost. I tried to open my car door but it was frozen solid and wouldn't budge. I then rang my mum who came to pick me up. This was all very out of character for me so she was really worried.

Anyway- I did some googling after this happened. And it turns out that a little girl and her younger brother had died in the flat above me in a fire a few years before hand!!! They had died hiding in their wardrobe. (Very sad)

I keep trying to convince myself that I must've known about the fire already and it must've been a dream,
I didn't though

Several years ago my sister came round to my house one evening, we were sharing some wine and putting the world to right. We were discussing our parents, analysing their relationship, childhood memories etc as you do.

My landline rang which cut our conversation. I picked up and it was my mum saying I had called her landline and that, when they had answered the phone, they could hear everything we were saying. I hadn't called her; I hadn't even touched my landline as it was in another room and we hadn't moved.

She related in precise detail things my sister and I had been saying...

A friend visited me in my childhood home. She had a 3ish year old boy. He stood in the corner of my living room talking gobbledegook with someone. It really freaked us out. This was the house with 'people' making noise like chopping cheese and walking down the stairs. We must have been 17 or 18.
Another time my sister brought her 3 year old over. She started talking as well. We said who are you talking to and she said oh don't worry, it's only Aunty X. This person was my sisters best friend and had died maybe 6 months before. We ran!
More recently I baby sat for a friend. Her children were upstairs asleep. I went out of the living room into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. When I came in I saw a misty figure sitting on her sofa. The sofa had its back to me so I only saw a head and shoulders and only out of my periphery vision. When I looked properly it wasn't there. I've seen this several times though on the occasions I have visited. I have often baby sat. That corner of the living room is always cold. They blame it on a draughty window that they keep trying to fix. I haven't dared tell them...