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

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As the title says...

PS their house is a stone cottage that is ancient....

I remember that Joe Swash BBC documentary! He camped alone over night in the Edingburgh vaults and recorded it. At first all you could hear was loud thumping base music from a club nearby, then when the club eventually closed you could hear the sound of a priest reading the last rites. I'm not easily spooked, but that's scared the crap out of me!

Runny yes I've seen other haunted programmes with Yvette Fielding (never sure if they're staged) but this one he 100% was scared and the sound recordings both of them were just .

There's a very interesting book by Peter Ackroyd called I think "London a History" it's in my parents holiday home so I only read it every year or every other year.

Anyway it mentions leylines but also how certain areas (eg Victoria Street London) seem a bit gloomy (site of a woman's prison) I think Paddington station (near or on way to Tyburn etc) - he seems to put the suggestion out there that places like houses, areas etc contain the past of what's gone on before.

What's amazing to me, is Marble Arch where Tybrun Tree (hangings) is supposed to be - I've never felt anything woo there at all (have worked nearby in Edgware Road, Grosvenor Square etc), the actual site is NOT there, very nearby by NOT there!

MrsLion I've had similar feelings/sensations as a child/teenager but I'd be in bed and on a roundabout could feel the spinning sensation as I went to sleep etc, gone now! I do think at certain points In our lives we're more open to having certain experiences (think poltergeists and teenage girls) then as adults it mostly falls away.

I have one, not sure if I've shared it before as it's quite private. About 5 years ago we were at a church practicing for a nativity. Middle DS was 2 at the time and was supposed to be an angel with DD. He has SEN (we didn't know then) and he shouted "I don't like angels" and got quite disruptive, so older DS then 9 took him outside. He told me they were sitting on the church steps. Little DS said "look at that man", big DS could see nothing and asked little DS where the man was. Little DS pointed to a flat gravestone and said "there". Big DS said he got freaked out and asked little DS to go over to the man. He said little DS walked over to the grave and held out his hand like he was reaching for someone. He was freaked out and called little DS back inside the church, he called me outside. Little DS came out and said "oh the light man has gone". We asked him what he meant, he said the man was shining like a light. We asked him what the man was doing there and he said the man was a woodcutter, he was getting some wood. It was really spooky. Little DS often sees things and senses things in this way. He asks why strangers are sad, or sick or hurt. It's very personal and due to his general sensitivity and emotional difficulties we keep it very private.

I often think about things before they happen, most recently saw a hairdresser cutting hair and thought he had a passing resemblance to someone I'd worked with 12 years previously, someone I hadn't thought about or seen in all that time, anyway not 5 minutes later this person I used to work with walked straight past me!

I once was driving to work and started wondering what I would do if a branch broke and crashed Into the roof of my car and I looked in my rear view mirror just as a massive tree branch fell into the road behind me, it wasn't particularly windy or anything. Same Happened when I thought about running over animals in the road something I'd never done, then sadly a bird flew under my wheels within minutes of the thought.
I regularly think random things before my husband says them but he never believes me or says its coincidence.

I wonder what causes this..

cockadoodledoooo

When I was at uni one of the mature students was a firefighter, he was retraining for after his retirement.

He said he sometimes hears a voice, a girl and she tells him to get out of buildings / move away etc.

For a few years in a row I used to wake up suddenly on my birthday at my birth time (4.21am). Hasn't happened in a while though.

puzzled just feel there may be something in the picture you need to see or something that is missing. I'm probably just caught up in the strangeness of this thread.

Alot of times kids aremore open to these experiences.They lose it when they are told dont believe it.So it slowly goes.

I do remember being a young child and "seeing things",feeling my bed go down.Then in my 20s i had a lot of activity but its quietened don now.

My son is 19 now but he when he was four he woke up one night absolutely inconsolable and screaming.
His bed was next to the window and we eventually got it out of him that he had heard a scraping sound at the window and when he liked a man had jumped up really high to his window and glared at DS with "red evil eyes " laughed and jumped off up the garden. Now I thought just a nightmare but he said that he didn't like "Springheel Jack".
About a year later we had the internet installed at home and out of curiosity I googled the name and this is what came up I crapped myself as DS had described him word for word.

Spring-heeled Jack is an entity in English folklore of the Victorian era. The first claimed sighting of Spring-heeled Jack was in 1837.[1]Later sightings were reported all over Great Britain and were especially prevalent in suburban London, the Midlands and Scotland.[2]
There are many theories about the nature and identity of Spring-heeled Jack. This urban legend was very popular in its time, due to the tales of his bizarre appearance and ability to make extraordinary leaps, to the point that he became the topic of several works of fiction.
Spring-heeled Jack was described by people who claimed to have seen him as having a terrifying and frightful appearance, with diabolical physiognomy, clawed hands, and eyes that "resembled red balls of fire". One report claimed that, beneath a black cloak, he wore a helmet and a tight-fitting white garment like an oilskin. Many stories also mention a "Devil-like" aspect. Others said he was tall and thin, with the appearance of a gentleman. Several reports mention that he could breathe out blue and white flames and that he wore sharp metallic claws at his fingertips. At least two people claimed that he was able to speak comprehensible English.

Not woo but a bit creepy when I think back. My dd was three at the time and we were both sleeping in my bed.

I dreamed I was in this big, empty house with old furniture and stuff,that hadn't been lived in for years. Everything was falling apart and covered in decades of grime and dust.

I went into this one room and all over the floor were dents in the battered old carpet, the dents were covered in cobwebs beneath which you could see hundred of spiders.

We both woke up at the same time and my dd turned to look at me and said" mammy, the spiders have all gone!!!"

I have to say it did freak me out a tad!!!

We live in a very ordinary Edwardian two-up two-down, lovely little house with a nice, friendly atmosphere. However some odd things have happened that dp and I both find it hard to explain. They're not scary as such, just odd.

When we first moved in, we had the bed in our room against the wall facing the window. Both dp and I are 'good' sleepers, but neither of us could sleep at all for the first few nights. Rationally we put it down to new house, disruption of the move etc, but both of us admitted we felt really uncomfortable and uneasy lying in bed. Coming home from work one night, I suddenly felt really urgently, almost panicky, that we had to move the bed to the other side of the room, even though it meant shifting round all the furniture we'd just moved in. We did, and immediately got a good night's sleep. The room felt totally different, as if the whole atmosphere had shifted.

However, a few weeks ago, I woke suddenly, in the middle of the night to my big toe being very forcefully pulled, as if someone was trying to pull it off my foot. I was definitely awake, not dreaming. Of course when I sat up and switched on the bedside light there was nothing there, and dp sound asleep next to me so definitely not him . It's not happened since.

We've also had knocking on the living room window at night recently, but when we get up to check, there is nothing and no one there. Dp and I have both heard it very clearly. The last time it happened, dp was sitting right by the window, pulled back the curtains immediately to check, absolutely nothing there. It would also be impossible to knock on our sitting room window without stepping on gravel in the front yard and being heard. I am absolutely sure there's a 'rational' explanation for it, but neither dp nor I can work out what the hell it might be!

Didn't happen to me, but my my dad.
A couple of years ago now, he was walking through the town centre, and some random bloke stopped and asked him for directions to the multi-storey car park - not an unusual question, tourists are common in said town, and that car park is awkward as arse to find! Dad directed him to it, and went on his way.
A few days later, the whole of the main road outside and the walk-way next to the multi-storey car park was cordoned off and no one knew what had happened. We found out on the local news that night, that a man had committed suicide by jumping from the top of the multi-storey car park, and when police went to inform the family, they came across the dead body of the man's wife She had died from multiple stab wounds and had been dead about a week A photo of the man was shown, and my dad said it was the man who asked him for directions to the multi-storey car park

Just remembered another one, my dad missed his train as he was held up by a gypsy selling him lavender, the train caught fire, he avoided death.

A friend saw some sort of entity at the end of his bed (shared a room with his sibling - was never at the end of his sibling's bed, only his own) repeatedly and it terrified him every time - says he can still remember how scared he was. Anyway, something follows him wherever he lives. Slams doors, pulls the bedsheets off him and his girlfriend, opens drawers, walks loudly around the house. He has come to accept it, mostly because it doesn't feel as terrifying as the thing that used to stand at the end of his bed. DH reckons that our friend is just a magnet for that sort of thing.

(Apparently an ouiji (sp) board was done one night by his gf and her friends to no avail. Friend came home and was pretty pissed off when told. The activity in their house ramped up immediately after that night)

SASHH

My mum and nanny also have the same thing. A voice and dreams coming true.

I have so many stories, we have avoided car crashes and burglary. I know when people will randomly visit or when I will see people out and about/when/where.

Once when my dh were driving down a lane in the countryside with no street lighting or other cars, at about 3am I told dh to slow down as there is someone walking in the road not to far away. He thought I was mad, there were no pubs or houses near, low and behold round the next two bends there was a young man walking drunkenly in the middle of the road. If we weren't looking for someone to randomly appear we would have hit him for sure. If we had swerved to avoid him, we would have crashed down the very high/steep hill.

I find the timeslip experiences fascinating. Does anyone remember that one on another woo thread where the poster said she remembers being a little girl and playing with a ball (I think) against the side of her house? While she was playing, a car drew up right outside and she got freaked out by the occupants staring at her and ran back inside the house. She grew up and the family moved away from the area.

Years later, she happened to be driving with her DH near to where she grew up and decided to show him the house where she lived as a child. As they pulled up outside, there was a little girl playing ball against the wall who saw them watching her and immediately ran inside.

Lots of things have happened to me.

My earliest experience was when I was 3 years old and having a picnic in Princes Street Gardens in Edinburgh. A huge sunken city garden at the foot of Edinburgh Castle which dominates the centre of the city.
I became tearful, then hysterical, talking about the women who drowned, who couldn't breath. My parents had not a clue as to why I was behaving like this, but i couldn't settle. They were angry and disturbed and it ruined the picnic.
Years later when doing some research I found out that this " sunken garden" was originally a small lake, or loch which was drained to create a park in the 1800s. My parents had no idea of this. Even more disturbing was to find out that Edinburgh was one of the centres of the witch trials by the christian church in the 1700s, with thousands of women being tortured and burned at the stake.
The place where we were having our picnic was the place where hundreds of women had the " drowning test".
With hands and feet tied together they were thrown into the water, if they drowned, they were innocent. If they survived and bobbed up, they were burned alive in the Royal Mile.

I've lived in the same village for many years. Moved away briefly in my early twenties but moved back with my husband. As a teen I babysat for many of the young families here.

I was babysitting for a family for the first time. One of the parents was a renowned, and well-off, surgeon. The house was lovely. And old. And huge. And detached.

I remember even the front door was fascinating. Huge and thick. If you looked at the width of it, you could see layers where it had been built up over the years.

They had two daughters. Their rooms were at the top of a flight of stairs at one end of the house. There was another flight of stairs at the opposite end of the house which led to the parents room.

The lounge was downstairs in the middle of the ground floor with an open passage that ran along behind it linking the house.

Once the children were in bed and fast asleep, I decided to make myself a cup of tea. I went into the kitchen where they had a big walk-in pantry. I got milk out the fridge which was in there, shut the door and waited for the kettle to boil. But as I was waiting, one of the children had gotten up and was wandering around in the parents room (there was a door that connected the parents end of the upstairs to the children's end). I went up the parents side staircase and the footsteps stopped, but there was no one there. The door to the other side was locked.

I went back downstairs and the door to the pantry was wide open. I shut it and abandoned my cup of tea.

I sat in the lounge and it just felt like someone was watching me from the corridor behind me.

I heard the footsteps again. Not light but completely deliberate. Like someone with boots on. I felt I had to check on the children. They were fast asleep and absolutely fine.

When I came downstairs again, the cushions from the sofa were on the floor.
I was so freaked out. This was before the era of mobile phones and the house phone was at the bottom of the parents staircase and I was too afraid to go over there to use it.

I moved one of the chairs so I had my back right up against a wall. The footsteps continued for hours.

At 12:05 the TV went to static and went off.

They didn't come home until 3am and I never babysat for them again. I have never before or since been so absolutely petrified.

I get stories about ghosts and visitations from loved ones who have passed over, but what fascinates scares me is talk of other beings, entities and non-human creatures.

Springheeled Jack, shadowmen, evil things creep me out. Weird timeslips, parallel universes etc I wish someone would do some research into them.

DH once woke to see DS sitting on the top of the stairs, having sleepwalked he thought, so he tells him to go back to bed. DS get up and walks pass DH and into DD's room , so DH follows him to guide him back to his own room. However, DD was in bed asleep and no sign of DS.

DS has also talked of past lives and had an imaginary friend. He's also seen a little creature watching him from his ceiling light.

DD once told me when she was about 4, there's a lovely purple glow around you mam.
She's now a teen and has been experiencing noises and movement in her bedroom this week. Twice this last week she has heard items on her bedside cabinet moved and shaken and even came to my bed which she hasn't done in years. I did the usual thing of 'Please leave her alone , you're scaring her'. That morning I got up and found one white feather in the kitchen, which was out of place. It came in handy to explain to her it was an angel come to check on her in the night

Very sensible DF has seen an UFO on the way to work one morning.

DH knows when things will happen and we often connect telepathically.

I do believe there a whole world out there that we haven't seen/don't understand yet. I also believe that it's only a matter of time for us all to be awakened, become aware of other plaines and existences. I also believe that we all have 'psychic' ability but choose not to explore it.

When we lived in New Zealand we rented a house in an area of Aucklsnd called Mount Eden. I was awoken on a number of occasions by what sounded like a child's squeaky tricycle going round and round the veranda.
One night, half asleep, I opened the French window and stood outside, I heard the bike coming in my direction and felt what seemed like a child riding a squeaky bike go past me. I could not see anything, but definitely felt a presence. The "tricycle?" did not come round again that night, but occasionally I would hear it. However I was never afraid.

Just remembered another one. The pub I used to work in I was convinced there was a ghost in the toilets.

One night after it had shut, i popped to the loo and I saw a shadow go past under the door and whispering but I couldn't understand what they were saying, so I just shouted 'sorry I can't hear you, I'll be out in a minute' I thought it was probably another member of staff. Came out and there was no one there.

Another time (the same toilets) as I was leaving I heard a young girl say 'stay'

There was no one else in there. I thought maybe someone was in the hallway but when I went out there was no one there.

I tried googling what was there before the pub as it's a relatively new complex, and I managed to find some information about a young girl who died behind the building years ago. I don't know, but it did shake me up a bit.

No one else experienced this so I stopped talking about it. I think everyone thought I was clearly bonkers!

TitsTingle

Bloody hell - some of these stories are really freaky! page your story is utterly terrifying, and expat your dad clearly has some kind of connection or openness to seeing stuff. He sounds like a very cool customer indeed - I'm not surprised the estate agent sat in his car - I wouldn't go in a house someone had committed suicide in either.

Mine is pretty run-of-the-mill. I don't consider myself to be especially sensitive to other-worldly stuff, but I do sometimes get feelings about places. Before we moved to our present house we rented a Victorian, detached house on a busy road. To start with I had no feelings about the place - it seemed warm and friendly - but gradually I began to suspect that there might be some kind of presence there - mild, not always present, but occasionally I'd feel the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. I never saw anything, but would occasionally hear noises I couldn't explain.

Then one day my cleaner was there on her own in the kitchen. It was a warm day and she had the back door open while she was cleaning and her back to the door. She says she felt someone come up behind her and lay his hand on her back (she thought it was male). She screamed and turned around - but there was no one there. She was so freaked out that she left soon after and would never be in the house on her own again. I didn't let on that I'd sometimes felt something too. I can't really explain it, but I felt that as long as I didn't acknowledge it aloud all would be okay. I was also careful not to criticise the house when I was inside it (although things were always going wrong and breaking - mainly because the LL was overseas and didn't maintain it properly). I was very relieved to finally move out!