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

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As the title says...

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I was in the kitchen talking to my flatmate, he suddenly turned and walked out of the door - there is only one door from the kitchen to the living room, so I followed him out to continue the conversation.

He started asking me "How did you do that?" and looked a bit freaked.

He had seen me walk out of the kitchen and followed me, but when he got through the door I wasn't there.

I watched a science documentary once, we apparently live slightly in the future, not quite sure how it happens, but when people are driving they react to things slightly before they happen.

My dad is NC with his my grandma. She lived with her partner who was a creepy, chain-smoking man. I was always a bit scared of him as a child.

I'd not seen them for years and one night I had a dream that I was at their home. My grandma was saying "Give a kiss, Champagne"(something she'd have made me do as a child) but his head was surrounded by cigarette smoke-I didn't once see his face. He didn't speak.

The next morning we found out he'd died overnight. I'd not thought about them for years so it was a bit woo.

Don't know how normal it is but I am woo around my children. I always knew their sex straight away and usually other people's babies. I like to start my maternity leave a week before the baby comes and have arranged it to fall this way, even for my baby who arrived unexpectedly early. Also knew with my last one that if I had sex that night that a special boy would come - and he did. I always wake up a minute before the baby wants a feed too!

Does anyone else ever feel like they've lived before? I know it sounds stupid, but although I don't have any 'past life' memories as a very young child I wanted to be a boy. I insisted on having my hair cut short, I refused to wear skirts or dresses, hated dolls and instead played with cars and I remember my nursery class teacher telling my DM that I always played with the boys. I grew out of this by the time I moved up to reception class.

I also have a lifelong fear of fire, despite not knowing anyone who's ever been in one. But as a child I used to go around switching plugs off and things like that because I was so terrified of fire.

Wasn't sure about posting this as it is really ghastly, but if it stops people playing around with Ouija boards...
Many years ago my sister, a friend and I were larking around with a Ouija board and my mother and her friend joined in. The board told us lots of things including that our neighbour had collapsed in his garage and was unconscious. We sent my father to look and, needless to say he was absolutely fine and hadn't been near his garage all evening.
So far, so harmless, and we packed the board away and thought no more about it. However, that night my mother was just dropping off to sleep when she heard nails clacking across the bedroom floor. She thought it was one of our two dogs then realised the floor was carpeted. As she was trying to process this she felt something drag itself up the bed clothes and flop.across her feet. She felt that it was a malignant presence. She was too terrified to open her eyes or to call out to my father who was in the other bed. Next morning she dismissed it as a waking dream but it happened again, and every night for the rest of her life! She took the dogs up to bed with her but they wouldn't.stay in the room. She slept with a crucifix under her pillow, a bible on the bedside table all to no.avail. My parents moved from the house they loved; 'It' followed them. My mother didn't tell me the reason for the move until several years later.
Meanwhile my friend had also had a strange experience the night after we used the board. She had just been dropping off to sleep when the bed clothes were pulled off her! Fortunately, it only happened the once.
Make of it what you will, but I believed my mother and my friend and can think of no rational explanation.

I used to be very into the rock scene before DS was born. I was listening to AC/DC for the first time in about 5 yrs, and was listening to the song 'night prowler' which is ostensibly about a young chap who likes sneaking into his girlfriend's house but was rumoured to be about the serial killer called the Night Stalker. I was thinking about how creepy the lyrics are and wtf would they have written such a gross song and then went onto the bbc news site and saw the breaking news that Richard Ramierez had just died - he was known as the Night Stalker! I was totally freaked out as it was such a strange coincidence but when I told people they weren't bothered because weren't familiar with AC/DC or Richard Ramirez. It was so spooky though!

Alleycat that is terrifying!!!!

I'm quite a woo person so have told probably a dozen stories on the woo threads. Probably the scariest one though was when I was working in a shopping centre in a well known university town. The shopping centre was built on fields where a battle once took place. Hundreds of soldiers died.
The shopping centre had basements where the stores had their staff rooms, stock, etc and you'd often hear horses, yelling, and crashing noises down there. It was terrifying at first but I got used to it after a few times.
The store I worked at sold food and drink items and one day I was asked to do some replenishment from the big freezer downstairs. The big freezer was down three flights of stairs and I always got a bad feeling about that area. I wouldn't go down there if I could help it.
I went down and stepped into the freezer to look for the boxes I needed. I was there maybe a minute when I heard footsteps. I assumed it was one of the girls I worked with so looked round as the footsteps got closer. They walked right up to the freezer door and stood right in front of me...except there was no one there. I was absolutely terrified. Before I had a chance to move the freezer door slammed shut and the handle was turned, locking me in.
Luckily there was an inside lock in case you accidentally got locked in, but it took me a minute to decide whether to take my chances inside or out! After a minute or two I was so cold (I was in a short sleeved shirt) that I took my chances outside.
Locking the door behind me seemed to take forever and I was crying as I bolted up the stairs.
I invented a back injury after that and quit a couple of weeks later.

Dolores - yes, she should have called in a vicar or priest, but chose to go down the valium and sleeping pills route.

I'm a light sleeper and I always hear the DCs getting up to the toilet in the night or to come into my room.

One night I heard one get up and walk along the hall to my room, but they didn't come in. I got up but there was nobody there. When I checked the DCs they were all sound asleep.

When I was 13 or 14 some friends and I decided to try a ouija board. We used an upside down glass and for some reason, put a gold cross on a chain on top of the glass. All was going well and the glass was moving, but I thought it was one of my friends doing it. Then, the cross flew off the top of the glass to the other side of the room. None of our hands had moved. Terrified us all that night.

I'm ready to tell the world about the strange things that have happened to me. Some spooky and some just odd. Interesting to read others' experiences are somewhat similar which is why I am compelled to share.
First one... When I was a teenager I used to have very vivid dreams. Some were complete nonsense but hilarious. In some, I could smell things. I used to also get deja vu a lot too.
One night I dreamt something which was remarkable for its mundaneness. I dreamt that I was with my best friend at the time. We went to a town in Wales with her aunt and uncle. I had met them twice or three times max at this point. In the dream we went to a theme park in West Wales. I had been there a few times and knew if fairly well. In the dream my best friend and I walked up a path towards the pirate ship. We saw her uncle walk towards us. He stopped and asked if we had seen his wife and his daughters. My friend replied that they were on the pirate ship which is why we were heading that way. He laughed and noted our wet trousers and asked us if we enjoyed the water slide. We walked off altogether towards the pirate ship. The whole scene was a good 2 mins long. When I woke up, I went into the kitchen and relayed this to my mum. I told her that it was a bit weird. I couldnt ever imagine how I could be in this town with a couple I'd only met a handful of times. I was so perplexed that I also told my best friend. I carefully related the whole boring saga word for word. The dream was so vivid yet something about it didn't make sense.
Three weeks later (you know what's coming) bf's aunt and uncle rent a caravan in this town and ask my best friend and I if we want to go with them on a week's holiday. We go. One day we go to the theme park. When we walk up the hill and spot her uncle we BOTH can barely speak. The scene and conversation unfolds just as I relayed it to my friend, who is stuttering with tears in her eyes, "she dreamt this, she's told me this". Nothing dramatic or helpful, but a clear premonition which I told two people about and one of them witnessed it with me. I don't know how to explain it. It was just very weird.

Next one is a bit spooky. I was 18, preparing to leave for uni and drinking like your typical teenager. After one particularly heavy night, I ran myself a bath cos I felt so damned ill. My mum left for work. It was the middle of the morning. I was home alone. I dozed off. I was woken by three knocks on the door frame of the bathroom door which was to my right, next to my head. I roused and noticed that the bath water had cooled to lukewarm. I couldn't feel it. I was so knackered that i quickly dozed off again. Again, three sharp knocks on the door frame. This time I took notice. Because the water was the same temperature as my skin, I hadn't noticed that I had sunk down so it was covering my mouth and just below my nose. I wasn't afraid per se, but took the knocks to be a warning that I shouldn't be asleep in the bath because it was potentially dangerous. I think I sad "thank you" 😬

Last one, didn't happen to me but to a close relative. Her brooch fell off when she stood up. Landed on the floor pin up. She was dealing with a spillage and thought that she would go to the kitchen first to fetch the kitchen roll and then pick uo the brooch in case one of her cats hurt themselves on the open pin. She goes to kitchen and comes back only to find the brooch gone. She calls her husband from upstairs and explains that they need to find it cos it's open and someone could stand on it and hurt themselves. They searched everywhere. They pulled furniture away from Walls. She knew it had to be there somewhere. They couldn't find it anywhere. It had vanished. Fast forward (I can't remember the time frame, but it was easily weeks or even months) she opened a drawer in her bedroom and lying on a hankerchief, clap closed, face up is the brooch. She called her husband to go and see it too!

Interesting to read some similar stories re things vanishing and then appearing again and also some premonitions which aren't just details vu. The first story I'm so happy I told two people about my 'dream'. And that one of those people was with me and she even recognised it from my description. I can't explain it. What do you do with something like that?

My childhood home was a early 1900s semi. When my sister was just over a year old, so non-verbal, she would point and scream and cry at the empty seat at our dining room table (family of 5, 6 seats around the table). It happened every time we were sat together so eventually my parents decided to get a priest over to say some prayers in the room. She stopped pointing and crying after this. I would have only been 6 years old at the time so don't remember and was only told this when I was much older!

Not so woo but blimmin frightening all the same... after a particularly heavy weekend at a festival a few years ago I experienced sleep paralysis and hallucinations throughout the night once we were back home. I could sense a malevolent presence at the end of the bed but couldn't move to see or wake my husband. Really scary. I was in a constant state of this paralysis... awake but unable to move. At one point I felt the weight of my daughter clambering over my body and giggling... she wasn't even in the house and I was petrified.

I read this whole thread last night and by the time it was dark was too scared to go outsie for a ciggie by myself so had to bring DH out with me!! The last vision I had in my mind before I fell asleep was springheel Jack - scary stuff!!!

Was thinking about the tragedy of the holocaust and how anyone could ever have felt that way about other people. The knife block fell over and all the knives slipped out.

I had come home one evening after going out for dinner with friends. I had had a drink it is true however, I was perfectly aware of what I was doing and what happened to me was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before.

Everyone had gone to bed, it was late and I had poured myself a final nightcap before turning in - I put the glass down on the coffee table in the living room and was moving back into the kitchen area (it's all open plan) where there's a hard tiled floor.
Suddenly, out of the blue, I was knocked over with such a force - it was as if my legs had been kicked forwards out from underneath me and I went into the air and landed hard down on the tiled floor, I twisted my body to stop myself from landing on my spine and managed to land on my thigh instead. It gave me such a massive shock, I hadn't slipped, or tripped or stumbled - it was literally as if some one or something had kicked my legs forwards out from underneath me. I landed with such a thump on my thigh I thought I would have terrible bruising.

I checked myself for a week afterwards but I never bruised.
Very odd.

Reading these has reminded me of the only time anything strange or woo has happened.
My mum and dad were having marriage problems so mum decided to go and visit her mum who lived a couple of hours away for a few days. She had gone by the time I got home from school and left a note saying she was visiting her mum and how much she loved us and that things would get better. I had a terrible relationship with my dad (he was abusive to my mum) so went to bed early feeling very sad and almost abandoned by mum. She wasn't driving but had decided to take the coach to her mum instead. About 8pm I heard my dad talking to her on the phone saying glad she had arrived safely. I was even more pissed off with my mum that she didn't ask to speak to me (we were very close) but I was relieved and happy she had got there and I went to sleep.

The next day my mum was found dead in her bedroom at home having never left to visit her mum, so she was already dead when I heard my dad talking to her on the phone.

This is not particularly woo, more food for thought.
In an earlier post I mentioned that my father had prophetic dreams. He also had a recurring nightmare which always made him shout out and thrash about, so much so that from an early stage in their marriage he and my mother had to sleep in separate beds. He had this nightmare from childood until the end of his life.
In it he was a child at the seaside. He went into a cave and started building sandcastles with his back to the entrance. Suddenly a huge shadow would fall across him and he would turn to see a massive crab, too big to enter the cave, but just space enough for the large front pincer to reach in and gouge out his chest.
I often used to hear him yelling in his sleep. We all wondered what, if anything this dream meant. My father died of lung cancer.

Flappy I'm sorry for your loss at such a young age, but I am a suspicious type; basically you've just stated that you heard your dad talking on the phone to someone who had to have been dead at the time. Either it was a paranormal event, or he was faking the conversation.

Is there any possibility that the latter statement may be true? Is it the sort of thing he might have done, for whatever reason (trying to reassure you perhaps)?

LaContessa I really don't know. I clearly remember the phone ringing and (to me at least) it was obvious he was talking to my mum. I wrote about it in my diary so it isn't that I have misremembered (Is that even a word?) The next day (so the day my sister found her) I refused to go to school. I had never bunked off in my school life but I refused school that day. Then she was found in bed.
Strangely I have never asked my dad about that phonecall. Don't know why. I am going to ask him though.

You are right - maybe it isn't woo. It has just this minute occurred to me that he could have been talking to another woman.

I've completely neglected my son this weekend thanks to this thread and also couldn't sleep last night
My only woo story was when I stayed at my sisters house sleeping in my nephews room. I woke up in the middle of the night and there was a man staring down at me. I wasn't scared at all and just asked him to leave me to sleep. Which he did. I'm a very jumpy person so this is way out of character for me to be calm. When I told my family the next day they all said I was dreaming until my two young nephews confirmed that there is a man that visits their room. They asked whether I'd also seen the lady hanging in the porch!!!

Flappy I'm sorry for your loss at such a young age, but I am a suspicious type; basically you've just stated that you heard your dad talking on the phone to someone who had to have been dead at the time. Either it was a paranormal event, or he was faking the conversation

I had the same thought too. Sorry, Flappy

I am such a twat. Just read back through my diary from that time. I was convinced it was my mum phoning. Over the years I must have romanticised it in my head that she was calling from "beyond" to let us know she was ok. Of course it wan't that. She had already killed herself 5 hours earlier and was in the next room to me. Feel like such a dickhead.

Feel like such a dickhead

Don't, please don't. Our brains are very adept at shielding us from emotional pain, many many other would seek comfort in the same thought too

DH and I had a fight last night. I told him to fuck off to the spare room (the spare room door is about 1ft away from my door, but the other side of the hallway) my door was open. The light was on in the hallway.
I saw something pass the door, but didn't quite catch what it was (I was watching the TV) and then the light went off (The switch is next to my door, but on my side if you know what I mean, so DH would've had to have crossed the doorway) I assumed DH got up to use the toilet, he would've had to have gone past my doorway for this, So I assumed I'd seen him go past. I needed to pee (for the 3rd time in an hour. fuck pregnancy) got to the toilet, was taking a while so (with the door open) i sort of phased out looking at the wall. Nothing there, and the light came on! But I'd have seen anything, so went to spare room and asked DH if he'd been up, he said no D: DH was dragged back into my room to protect me but he's still in the dog house

sorry, Flappy - please don't feel foolish. Your mum was on your mind and you saw your dad on the phone and just assumed it was her. The vast majority of people would do the same.

I know it's hard, but please look after yourself today and try to dwell on good memories rather than sad ones