Accidentally posted before finishing oops
I have one woo creepy thing, and one non woo - when I was 8 years old I used to stay over at my grandparents once every week. One night, before heading up to bed, I suddenly got really upset. When my nan managed to calm me down and ask what was wrong, I said: "I don't want Sam to die." Sam was their dog, who I was very attached to as he'd been around before I was born. At the time Sam was getting old, but had nothing obviously wrong with him. My grandparents convinced me he was okay, showing me that he was curled up by the fire in the front room. I went to bed, only to wake up in the morning to find that he had unexpectedly become so I'll in the night, that he died. It really unnerved me and my grandparents at the time.
As for my non woo - my fiancé and I used to live in a very small flat when we were at uni. It was the best we could afford on loans and part time jobs, but it was our place and we were glad to have our own living space unlike our friends. Being on a tight income we were naturally in the smallest flat in the building (which was a converted georgian house), and were actually living in part of the attic that had been converted. At the top of the house you could barely hear anything, unless the guy who lived in the attic flat opposite started singing as he was cooking.
Anyway, in the middle of night, you couldn't hear anything from inside the building as no one came up that far unless it was our neighbour, and joking aside he was very quiet. Really, you could only hear a few drunkards at the pub down the road if you had a window open. So, when I woke up at 3AM one night I wondered what had woken me. I lay there trying to get back to sleep when I realised what it was - a very quiet, gentle knocking on our front door.
I immediately freaked out, as the main door to the building - despite being an old, heavy Georgian style door - does not close properly if you let it close to. You have to purposefully shut it. As newer and newer tenants had moved in, I had been finding the main door being left open more often than not. This really freaked me out, mainly because our landlords were so cheap that the front doors to each of the flats inside was simply and indoor house door with a Yale lock - yeah, you know those flimsy, hollowed out doors you have as bedroom doors?!
In my semi-awakened state I deduced that someone had let themselves into the building, and was knocking on doors to see if anyone was home. I checked this by creeping around the bedroom door to see light coming out from under our front door - only to see two gaps in the light WHERE SOMEONES FEET WERE STANDING. I tried to wake my fiancé but he sleeps like the dead, so I went back to the hallway, only to see whoever it was had gone. I went back to bed, only for the whole nightmare to reappear another time. I didn't sleep that night. When I finally woke my fiancé whoever it was was no longer anywhere to be found.
I found out at 7AM the next morning it was actually our neighbour below us, trying to tell us our pipes were leaking at 3AM :/ (they weren't, a glass of water in the kitchen had spiked over and dripped into his kitchen). Who on earth does that at 3AM? Surely you'd wait until morning!