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

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As the title says...

DS and I moved into a victorian terraced house when he was 4mo. When he was about 9mo and started waving/babbling he would stare at a corner of our living room and chat, wave and giggle as if he was talking to someone. Once he became verbal and I asked who he was talking to he would say 'the lady' then go back to whatever he was doing.
There were also occasions when I heard him chatting in his room during the night, but when I went to investigate he was fast asleep but the room smelt like cigarettes. No one in the house was a smoker but my nan, who passed away shortly before DS was born was a heavy smoker. This continued until we moved about a year later into a new build.
We now live in an old house again.
Since we've been living here DS has repeatedly told me there is someone who walks along our landing. He said he's not scared, it's a nice person and he likes it when he sees them, but he's not sure if it's a man/lady/child. He says they just 'look dark, like a shadow'.
I'm not woo at all, but I absolutely love this house and I feel very comfortable here, and very safe. If there is 'something' here I'm convinced it's a kind presence, and I hope it's my nan.

I have a brand new ghost story as it happened last night!

Husband works in a certain museum building and sometimes I use it in the evenings, to teach crafts. Last night I was teaching someone, one-to-one and so he kept the keys so he could let us in to the building.

For a few years we met there one evening a week, and did a sewing bee with friends. We work upstairs in the library. A couple of years ago, it would have been past 10 PM, I went down from the library to the toilet. As I was in there, I could hear, very distinctly, the sound of a man whistling. It was quite loud and it went on for a while. It wasn't co,ing from the loos, but a few metres across the way, in the closed-down cafe.

We often used to make ourselves teas and coffees in the cafe as we worked. So I totally thought nothing of it. I thought it was either my husband or a male colleague (I dunno why I was so sure it was a man?)

It wasn't an air block in the pipes as it was a full on tune, with varied notes, etc. Just such a boring thing I didn't een take notice what the tune was.

Went back upstairs, expecting to see one of the sewing bee missing - in the cafe making us a drink or summat. But everyone was there. I asked them if any of them had just been down in the cafe. None of them had moved an inch. They were all still up in the library. I was the only person on the ground floor for those few minutes.

Pretty scary. But everyone made my lfie hell about it, thinking it was hilarious and from then on, every time I went downstairs... they'd all start whistling.

This was several years ago.

Last night, I was in the library teaching someone, and my husband in the nearby office - also on the first floor. When the student left, I went in and asked him if everything was OK.

He said "Yes, but you'll never beleve it about an hour ago, I heard someone whistling."

He said it wasn't in the office, and he couldn't tell where it was coming from, but definitely... he heard someone whistling.

The site is on a country lane, quite isolated, some distance from the road anyway so no people are walking past within about 200m, in any direction and no-one would have any reason to be around at night. Our car and all the lights on would in any case, alert any intruders someone was there...

I've posted before about another thing that happened one night on the way home from our sewing bee. I'm still ribbed about that, as well.

When I was young I occasionally used to get the feeling that someone was 'missing' from our family. My dad worked shifts, so the feeling of incompleteness was usually because he was out of the house, but one day (I was about 8) we were all sitting around the dining table and I counted us, all four, and asked my mum if someone was upstairs, because 'somebody was missing'. IIRC she brushed this off, but we much, much later found out that she'd had a stillborn baby before I was born. It must have freaked her out so badly...

I have quite a few of these and I think I did some of them last year around Halloween, but will tell the 'full body apparition' one again as it was by far, the most scary thing.

When I was a child, my mother died. A year or two later, the person who was going to marry my dad and become stepmother, and her kids, came to stay with us prior to dad re-marrying. The house couldn't fit everyone in, unless Dad slept downstairs on the sofa, and I shared his big double bed with the girl my age, who was about to be my step-sister.

These people were utter strangers to me (Dad was marrying a childhood sweetheart we'd never met, from the other end of the country). The little girl my age was perfectly nice but she and I didn't have a thing in common. So we weren't about to confide in eachother.

I know this was the week it happened as it was the only time we slept in what had been my parents' bedrooom.

The house was an 18thC farmhouse, with 19thC bits and the whoe back end had been knocked down and rebuilt in the 50s. This was the 70s. So this bedroom was in the new bit of the house, and not 'spooky' in any way.

I should add, my brother's room and mine were in the 19thC part of the house and were badly 'haunted' Our whole childhoods, some afternoons we'd hear this old man's voice, screaming obscenities and abuse. We had neighbours but no men, let alone old men, and in any case the walls were 3 foot thick. So we had no idea where this voice came from. It was in the house - not out in the street. Weird as it sounds, we got used to it. We never experienced this anywhere but his room or mine.

Anyway, these people staying were strangers so we didn't tell them about the house being 'haunted' in any case I think it had gone quiet for a long while, by then. So they weren't primed for thinking of the house as spooky. It had a huge rep in our village, and had for decades, as 'the haunted house'. But these were outsiders and didn't know a thing.

One night, that week, my future stepsister was asleep and I was still wide awake. I became aware of a man floating in the air, about a metre away from me. He looked like he was sitting on a chair. He was transparent - made up of pinprinks of coloured light. But he was very much there. He was doing something I couldn't see, and intent on it (like fixing something). So he wasn't looking up. He was on my side of the bed and was elderly, with a white beard and wearing what I'd now think of as 19thC farm labourer clothes.

I know I was paralysed with fear, just as other people describe. Then something kicked in and I quickly turned to face the other side (where stepsister was) but in my hurry to turn away, and not being used to dad's bed which had a metal headboard, I banged my head hard on the bed's head. I was glad of this after as I realised, if I had been asleep or imagining it, I would have 'woken up'. And known it was a dream. Next morning, to confirm, I had a whacking bruise on my forehead.

Over the years I tried to laugh it off. Odd thing was, I only told my dad - a cynic in all things - and he strangely believed me. In later years he swore he never had a single paranormal experience there and he lived in that house from 1954-mid 1990s. I never told the other little girl and slept there the rest of the week, no doubt cacking myself. I never slept in that room again.

Anyway. I go about my life and as years go on, tell my future husband all about it.

15 years later, I meet up for a meal with stepsister. At some point in the evening, she launches into this story about once, that week we shared a bed, when I was fast asleep... she saw the ghost of an old man, hovering in the air, about a metre from the bed.... And goes on to describe, word for word, what she saw.

She told her mum at the time, like I told dad - but both of us swore them to secrecy as we didn't want these strangers to find out in case they thought we were nuts!

My husband almost fainted as she told the story as he had heard it so many times, from me.

When she got to the end I told her I had seen it too.

She went on to tell me that years later, there were other houseguests including her boyfriend who was present with us now, and others from the stepfamily - and they were awoken at 2AM by a very abusive old man at the front door, battering at it and screaming obscenities. It was so loud people of two different floors of the house were woken by it. My dad slept through.

In the morning, the people who'd heard it compared experiences and couldn't believe someone down the street hadn't called the police.

As I posted before, around the early 2000s I went back to the village and saw at the library an exhibition of Victorian photos of the village. And there was one of the top of our lane- when our old house was still a farmhouse. Standing outside it - an old man with a white beard. I nearly shat myself.

OOh I forgot to add - my dad believed me because... He had been the one who re-modelled the house, years before I was born.

The original floors to that room, he said, had been a couple of foot higher. The man was floating at the height he would have been sitting, in the original room.

I'll tell you what is odd, Page.

Googling Savernake Forest you mentioned - Google suggested "Savernake Forest murder".

Two young women were murdered near there by Christopher Halliwell. One was Sian O'Callaghan and the other was Becky Godden-Edwards. Halliwell was convicted of the second murder yesterday.

My DD has just reminded me of an incident that happened quite a few years ago at my late DM's house. I had forgotten about it,tbh,think I just wanted to blank it from my mind. My DD and I used to go and stay with my DM for a couple of nights about once a month,back in the mid to late 90's. This happened when my DD was about 15. (I was a single parent after my exH walked out when my DD was 10). We went to my DM's one afternoon after DD had finished school for the weekend. We shared my old bedroom. We had gone up to bed at about 11.30pm and after reading for a bit had settled down to sleep. I had been asleep for about an hour,when I came to,and heard my DD saying she was really thirsty,and was going to go downstairs to get a drink from the fridge. I thought no more of it and went to go back to sleep. After a few minutes,my DD came tearing back into the bedroom,looking terrified. She said that something had chased her back up the stairs. She had gone into the utility room downstairs where the fridge was,and heard,what she said,sounded like heavy breathing coming from the adjoining conservatory,which had the door left open for my DM's 4 cats to come and go. Scared by now,she grabbed her drink and hurried past the living room door towards the stairs. She said that one of the cats was sitting in the living on a wickerwork chair,looking terrified. DD then heard footsteps approaching from the conservatory,so without waiting to investigate,she ran up the stairs and into the bedroom,locking the door behind her. She swore that whatever it was she had heard had run up the stairs behind her,she could hear it's feet pounding on the stairs and hear it's breathing. My DM was fast asleep in bed at the time,we could hear her snoring in the next bedroom. There was no one else in the house,apart from the 4 cats. She said it had made far too much noise to be one of the cats,who anyway,were all too old to be in the habit of chasing people around in the night. We never did shed any light on what it was and it never happened again. And until the day she died,we never said a word to my DM about it as we knew she would worry about it. She had lived in that house for 30 years,and I had lived there for 16 years prior to getting married,and had never experienced anything remotely 'woo'.

I'll give another, although it might out me, but whatever.

I used to teach dancing in a studio that was part of an old railway warehouse building. The room had a large arch shaped window at the top end and I would stand in front of this training my kids through their competition routines.

One afternoon in the school holidays, one of my championship girls aged about 7 or 8 years was in training and dancing up the room towards me. My back was to the window and I was leaning on the ballet barre. She suddenly stopped in the middle of her routine, clapped a hand to her mouth and started pointing and laughing at something around my hip height. I quickly looked about to see what it was, thinking maybe there was a spider or something, but couldn't see a thing. When I asked her "what is it? Is there a spider or something?" She said "no, there's a black man". I giggled as she was pointing quite low for it to be a man. There was nobody outside so I asked her how tall he was and she indicated "about this high" - roughly about 3 feet tall.

I shot a look at her mother who said "carry on- I'll tell you later". I must admit, I had the chills at this point, but I completed her lesson. At the end, her mum explains that her child is kind of sensitive to the paranormal. She sees people in their house dressed in white coats and wearing hats with red bands around them and has since she was very tiny. She also used to talk to a little girl who was "from next door"- they had no kids. Weirdly, she stopped talking to the girl after the house next door was hit by lightning.

Anyhow, I digress; from that day forward weird things started to happen in the studio. I had opened up by myself one day and as it was winter, I turned all the lights on including the changing room. My desk was opposite the changing room door and I'd sat down to do some paperwork when I saw the light go off. I sighed, knowing I hadn't got a spare fluorescent tube and went into the changing room. I flicked the light switch, as you do, to check and the damn thing came straight on. I was the only person in the building and we had a security coded door, so nobody could have got in to prank me.

Another day we arrived to find all the chairs and my sound equipment in the centre of the room. Then the clock above the double doors started to act strangely. Every day at 4.20pm the hands would start whizzing round fast. Although we didn't acknowledge it in front of the kids, a few spotted it over the weeks and started to freak out, so we decided to replace the clock, thinking there was something mechanically (fuck knows what) wrong with it. We bought a new clock, put it up in place of the original and after two hours it stopped and never worked again despite new batteries.

One of our young pupils came rushing in from the toilets in a panic one evening telling us someone was trapped in the loo and they'd seen the handle rattling up and down on one of the cubicles. Went to investigate. The door was locked, so grabbed a coin to turn the safety catch from the outside. There was nobody inside...

So many things happened, I could write a book. I no longer work for that dance school so I have no idea if it continues to this day or not.

I work in a national trust property. When I first started there was one large portrait of a previous lord who lived there that I didn't like to look at. I felt that he was scowling at me and didn't like me being in his house. It took a few years for that feeling to go away. I think he has seen I'm working hard and looking after his house so he approves of me now.

There is one bedroom that has a very cold atmosphere despite it being on the sunny south side. I have to walk in first thing in the morning in the dark to open the shutters and I just march straight to the window and try not to glance to the side. I'm scared I'm going to see someone there on the bed. Visitors that have never been to the house before often mention the hostile feeling in that room. It belonged to the last Lady of the house who was said to be unfriendly and controlling. She lived alone there for decades after her husband died and her son traveled the world to keep away from her.

I've just moved into staff accommodation in the old servants quarters but it seems friendly so far. I wasn't scared at all of being here alone at night until I read this thread!

Apologies in advance, typing on my phone and in a rush but wanted to share!

I had a few things happen when my grandma died, I went into her room one day and the alarm clock started going off. I went to the bedside to turn it off and her favourite watch was there, it had stopped at the time she died. There were a few other things too but I just took them as signs she was watching over me, I was 15 at the time.

Proper woo was when I bought this house with DH. It's an old pit house, built in about 1910. It needed a lot of work, we bought it in the June but it wasn't fit to live in til September. Both me and DH always felt like someone was watching us, especially upstairs. Things would go missing or move. For example, DH and his dad were doing something upstairs after doing a job downstairs. DH left the drill bit on top of his toolbox downstairs, then decided he needed it. He came downstairs to get it but it wasn't on top of the toolbox. He came outside where I was gardening and asked if I'd got it. Of course I hadn't? Why would I need a drill bit? Anyway him and his dad looked all over, checking the floor of the empty dining area, no drill bit. They decided they could manage without, so went back upstairs and did what they needed to do.
When they came down later, the drill bit was ON TOP of the toolbox, but they'd had to lift the lid to look inside it!

A few weeks after we finally moved in I came home late one night. DH was at my mum and dads helping my dad with something. I opened the front door and heard footsteps moving in the front bedroom. Proper 'manly' footsteps IYSWIM. Now we'd had some bother with the previous owner and I thought he'd got into the house and was snooping. I stepped back out of the front door. The stairs are straight in front of you so I could see the stairs and the landing at the top. I rang my DH and dad all the time watching the top of the stairs while they came rushing to our house literally 2 mins away. They came with metal bars ready to "sort" it lol. No one there.... I swear it wasn't my imagination the steps sounded like someone in heavy boots. No one came out of that bedroom...

Anyway after this incident, I sat one day alone, and asked him to leave us alone. Told him it was our house now and promised to look after it. Not one thing has happened since...

Weird but not too spooky: I went to Venice with my boyfriend. I'd never been before but knew my way around. Some houses freaked me out a bit, they were too familiar. I said to my boyfriend that there was a path behind, that you could walk behind the gardens & there was a small field. We looked. There was. I was freaking him out as I kept knowing short cuts. I wasn't too freaked out until we came to this passageway where you rang a bell before you went in. Everyone did as they went past. Not sure if it was for luck or something? Maybe someone from Venice knows. But I got overwhelmed by it. The noise made me feel ill, I ran through there. We had to go the long way round to get back as I didn't want to go back that way. Luckily I knew which way to go

My best friend was very ill and was sent home to die and was set up in the front room of her house for the last few days. Her family had moved the furniture out of the room and had a hospital bed for her, all made up with nice sheets and they generally tried to make the best of it for her in her last hours. I visited her during that time and remember her being in huge pain and just trying to get comfortable all the time, constantly tossing and turning in the bed. Anyway, eventually she died and we were all understandably devastated. One night, a week after her death, her husband invited us - her closest friends and husbands - round to drink and talk and cry. It was a good night of reminiscing and we all felt a lot better for it. At the end of the night, I remembered I'd left my handbag in the room where she'd died and went to get it. I didn't bother turning on the light as I was just going in past the doorway. As I came in the room I heard the rustling of sheets, like someone turning over in bed and trying to get comfortable. I felt confused, thinking maybe one of the kids was asleep in there, so turned on the torch on my phone. Of course, no-one was in there, no bed, no sheets, it had been turned back into a front room with armchairs etc.
But, I heard the noise again, the rustling of sheets, even with the lights on and - coward that I was - I ran from the room. I still kick myself now thinking that it was her, trying to signal to me in some way. Although, I'm only a little bit woo, so maybe there was a rational explanation.

It's day time and I'm completely freaked out!!! It just thundered and I think I may have wet myself...also I'm too scared to move 😢

Shameless placemarking, I love a good woo thread.

I was at my then boyfriend's house a few days after his grandmother died. I saw a white form float up the stairs which felt feminine. I told my boyfriend who looked disbelieving but he wasn't so sure when we sat down and the lights started flickering which never usually happens!

Reading some of this has made my hairs stand on end! I have a few despite not really believing in anything woo

My dad died when I was 14 and I dashed with mum to the hospital but he died a few minutes before we got there. For two weeks afterwards I kept smelling a hospital smell near the kitchen door in our house, really out of place but very recognisable to me as smelling like the hospital. Didn't think anything of it really but 5 years ago I was talking to mum about woo stuff and she mentioned she'd smelt the hospital smell in the exact same place in our old house for 2 weeks after he died, we decided he'd come back to make sure we were ok

When my mum met her second partner they bought a big detached house, not particularly old but I never thought it had a nice feeling and nobody likes being there on their own. Mum and both sisters said they had felt a bad presence in their bedrooms at night and had the duvet tightened round their throats like they were being strangled, one sisters room also had a permanent freezing cold spot

Last one in the same house, after mum's partner died, we were all sat in the living room watching TV and mum made my sis mute the TV because she thought she'd heard something in the kitchen but house was all locked up. Next thing we all heard the very distinctive noise of a cup being put down on the worktop and everyone is just sat there in silence, completely horrified and not wanting to go and look! Me and mum went together and there was nothing there but the light had come on in the room her partner had died in (adjoining the kitchen) very strange and a bit scary! I should clarify that my mum is very no nonsense and firmly Does Not Believe in Weird Shit

Mine isn't very spooky, but happened just this weekend gone. I was out with my husband in his Northern father land for his birthday this weekend with our DD who is 2.5.
A group of about 10 of us - adults and kids - went out for a walk and ended up at a war memorial with stunning views over the country side. All the kids were playing together, it was a lovely sunny day. After a while we all decide to walk back down to the cars.
We all start to wlak down the hill our group naturally split into two walking groups with my friend carrying my daughter who's little legs were a bit tired while her husband and kids walked in the group ahead.

Now my daughter is a very good talker, but all of a sudden she kept saying (repeatedly!) "Mummy, someone is missing". Not a normal sentence for a 2.5 year old! We kept reassuring her that everyone was here but she was adamant and kept repeating it.

We get to the car park and we're all getting in our cars when my friend's DH asks her where DS is, she says "He's with you isn't he?".
Turns out that my friend DS isn't with the group and has probably been left at the summit of a rather tall hill. Mad dash up the hill and we found him, sobbing his poor little eyes out at being abandoned.

All along our DD was tying to tell us coming down that hill! She didn't know my friends DS name as they'd only met that day.

Freaked us all out a bit! Albeit in a nice way! Friends DS was fine and was soothed with much ice cream.

This isn't particularly woo, but it did send a shiver down my spine.

In the early 90s, I worked with a woman who was about 10 years older than me. Didn't have anything to do with her outside work or anything, but we had good chats at work.

A few months ago, her name popped into my head and (as you do) I googled her out of sheer nosiness - very easy to find her as she had a very distinct double barreled surname.

What came back on the Google search were all newspaper reports: she murdered somebody about ten years ago in rather gruesome circumstances and while wearing a 'Scream' mask. Definitely the same woman, as the details of her personal life and occupation were as I remembered, and I recognised her from her mugshot.

You don't expect that when you look up ex colleagues.

I'm just listening to an audiobook and one of the characters said "I grew up near the Savernake forest..." I jumped a bit- that's the third time this week I've heard the forest referred to 1. By PageNotFound re her terrifying experience described upthread 2. On the news re a murder conviction 3. In the book.

Well I got freaked out that Page404 posted at 4:04

Definitely mumsnet's freakiest poster (sorry )

This thread fell off my I'm on. Just place marking incase any more stories are posted. Have absolutely loved this thread.

Not woo, but yesterday I was in the library looking for Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. Had all the others except that one. I checked the DD's books out on the machine and as I was doing so a little girl came up to return her book. I finished, got out of her way and sat down to put the books in my bag, glance up at the return trolley, and you can probably guess which book the little girl had just returned!

Marking my place! These are great to read whilst doing the never ending bedtime routine. More please!

FIL told me this. When DH was a little boy, they had a family party in their old house. The kids were all playing in the playroom in the attic. The adults served up some food and called for the kids, a few times. When the kids eventually surfaced, the adults asked why they hadn't come straight away. The children replied, "Sorry, we were playing with the lady in the brown dress".
The adults were a bit freaked but okay, just kids and their imagination. Until one guest woke in the middle of the night and saw a lady in a brown dress pass by the bedroom door
FIL said the kids weren't scared; she was lovely to them!

This is kinda freaking me out because DS is going through a nightmare phase. I had to sleep with him most of last night.