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

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As the title says...

After ds was born and peadeatrition was checking on him before discharging us they discovered a heart defect he had to be kept in for a few more days I never left his side I was in an awful state and so worried what the future would bring for him one day shortly after I was listening to the radio I remember thinking please send a sign everything will be OK 3 songs came on the radio one after another listen to your heart, achy breaks heart and a song by the group heart I took it as a good omen.8 years on I have a healthy happy little boy he has yearly check ups with his consultant but all good there is a slight possibility of heart surgery when he is older but we will cross that bridge when it comes he will also be a lot stronger for such an opportunity! Another I was driving my car came up to a cross roads you would have to drive out a bit to see traffic I was nearing the cross roads when I heard someone shout stop in my head I stopped and a car flew past had I edged out he would of clean me out of it.

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Oooh this dropped off my list so have a good few pages to catch up on now 😀

I got to page 2 before I called DP in because I was scared! This is not the thread for me...

orange. I'm bloody terrified! Living room door just slammed shut, too (a draught, right? RIGHT?)

I have a couple to add, though they're not really 'woo', and am pretty sure there's a scientific explanation.

My dad was taken seriously ill in January of 2009. I spent the night in the hospital with him, and doctors said he was unlikely to make it through until the next day. My mum and sister came the next morning; he was still breathing unassisted but we were assured he didn't have long left. They persuaded me to come home with them for a few hours (a decision I still regret to this day). My sister went home to her flat and I stayed with DM, and persuaded her to take a nap. At about six thirty, I decided to make a fire in the hearth. My dad had taught me how to do this as a child, and as it was distinctly chilly and grim, I figured it might lift my mum's spirits a little.

I laid it as I'd been taught, but try as I might, I couldn't get the fucker lit. Firelighters did nothing. After wasting an entire box of matches, I sat on the sofa feeling really depressed and upset for about half an hour. At seven, the landline rang. I knew instinctively what the call was. Sure enough, the hospital informed me that my dad had died five minutes earlier. The worse moment in my life to date - and yet, when I walked back into the living room, the fire was blazing. I can't help thinking my dad had something to do with it. The fire had lain cold and unresponsive for twenty minutes.

The other one involves DS. He has a very limited vocabulary due to ASD and rarely puts two words together. We often take a short cut through the cemetery to walk on the dunes. One day, he paused in front of a gravestone and said, distinctively, "Little boy". The engraving said that it was indeed, the burial place of a four year old boy (my DS's age).

I'm not remotely 'woo' but this thread is making me jump out of my skin! Deffo keeping the lights on tonight.....

Only read up to page 2 so far but I had a very near same thing happen as discobabe.

When I was 11/12 I was walking home from school and a man showed me his penis and asked me to touch it. Luckily I managed to get home unharmed.

A few days before I'd dreamt about it happening. Some details were different, he drove a car instead if a lorry, I was walking in the opposite direction and other small things. But he was there showing me his penis asking me the same thing he did a few days later. I thought it was just a weird dream at the time and forgot about it until it really happened.

A few other incidents over the years means I've learnt to trust my instincts.

I dreamt that Neil Buchanan invited me to play Finders Keepers in the CITV studio and didn't accept I was in my mid thirties. I'm now excited as it's clearly GOING TO HAPPEN! (Though I don't want to get too excited...as it might just be Art attack)

Livin - that is heart breaking.

Another two. As a caveat, the women on my Mother's side are supposed to be 'sensitive'. When my Great Grandmother was dying she was so relaxed and peaceful. She said that she saw a beautiful garden and her dead relatives were there waiting for her.

One day last week I felt really sad and like I would not be missed if I wasn't there; the type of sadness in which it feels like someone is crushing your chest but carried on as usual. The next day my 5 yo daughter came up to me and randomly said 'I love you Mammy. We missed you when you were in hospital. You know how it feels to be loved.' It was not like her and it gave me the spooks a bit...

I used to live in an old house and things moved. You would leave the room and when you came back there would be an item that moved from one side of the fireplace to another, and once an ornament got moved off the window ledge to the middle of the stairs. There were only two of us living there and it wasn't us doing it...

I've had a few and always a bit reserved to speak about it.

First one happened when I was 17/18. My dad was in hospital unexpectedly. I was home alone packing a bag for him to take to the hospital. I was just about to leave when suddenly the stereo bursts into life and a song came on with the lyrics: "just wanna tell you that it'll be alright...mmmmm... Yeah". A second later it was silent again. It freaked me out!!

Our dogs tend to see things and bark at them. It's always in one corner of the room and I managed to catch it on video. Playing back you can see a shimmer of something for a few seconds but I wasn't convinced. When I wanted to send it to a friend, it had been deleted from my phone.

I know of someone who died young, very unexpectedly - literally just went to work one day feeling fine, collapsed, and was dead by lunchtime. Embolism or something I think it was.

His wife said a couple of weeks before he died, he'd started seeing this little girl, sitting on the edge of their bed, at night. He had no history of mental illness. Didn't drink and wasn't on any drugs either prescribed or otherwise... He had never been woo before, or claimed to have seen anything out of the ordinary.

Husband had a similar story. Colleague told him when her father died, after an illness so not unexpected; the day before, he asked: "What is the significance of a quarter to four?" No-one could answer. The next day he died at... quarter to four. (Or whatever the time was, I forget, but apparently he got it bang on!)

I have also thought it was odd that my dad died at the same time of day (4PM) that his own dad did many years before (had different forms of cancer).

I also know someone who once sat by their mum's side as she died, in hospital. She swore that at the moment she drew her last breath, she saw what looked like someone ruffling her mum's hair. Only there was no-one else there. The same person also once told me that when her dad died, she was heavily pregnant and told not to go to the funeral, so she went and did some gardening that day, to take her mind off it. She felt someone push her. I had a similar experience at a funeral. I was wearing a pashmina and after the service, heading out, felt a sharp and distinct tug on the back of it - whilst still in the church. I had been so upset, I felt I might have to walk out during it, no idea how I even got to the end, TBH. I was so confident someone was there I turned to look and no-one was even close to me - except my husband. He said it wasn't him and I believed him. It was the sort of playful, silly thing the dearly departed would have done. I am certain I didn't imagine it and there was a large space of thin air behind us - nothing to snag it on. It also felt distinctly like someone tugging it, just once, quite sharpish. Oddly, it didn't shit me up.

I have an issue with door latches.

My parents house was haunted and these bloody door latches would quite often rattle once I was in bed waiting to go to sleep. It always went on for quite a few seconds, was very loud and 'deliberate'.

The rattling (and heavy breathing and moving stud) had stopped by the time I was 19.

Then, a few years ago, we had a cottage holiday with the little DCs. The house never felt quite right but I thought I was just anxious because the youngest was just starting to walk and there were hard floors everywhere and lots of wobbly furniture.

Anyway, DH is out at the shops one evening and I'm getting the DCs ready for bed. I can't remember what happened but I lost my shit and started telling my 3yo DD off .

The bedroom door was shut.

The door latch rattles and I say "Hello Daddy". DH didn't come in. It rattles again. "DH, are you coming in?". Rattles again. By this point I'm getting annoyed that I'm trying to get the kids ready and DH is pissing around. So I open the door. DH not there. DH not downstairs and DH car not in the drive.

Someone was telling me off for being horrible to DD.

I told the kids it was a windy house and we spent the last two nights all sleeping in the same bed with the lights on.

I love a woo thread!
One experience really sticks out for me - I've told it before on here but it's that time of year again...

Years ago I had a boyfriend who loved looking at old ruins. There was a stately home in the middle of nowhere a few miles from us which he had heard you could just wander straight into - over the years the fences around it had disappeared. So we went for a look with a small group of friends.

We had to park a fair walk away, and when we got there we had to edge down a steep overgrown hill to get to the house, which took a while. At the bottom, the whole of one side of the house had gone, and you could walk down straight into the basement, which had various corridors going off into the darkness; it was a bit creepy but fascinating. My noseyness overcame me and I went off alone down a corridor where the light was getting very dim. I turned a corner and suddenly right in front of me was a man, as solid and real as you or I, but he looked kind of grey and almost lit from within, if that makes sense. He was standing in a really strange way, really upright and straight up against a wall, facing it, and he was wearing a military uniform with a peaked cap. I must have gasped or screamed and as I stopped he turned his head really slowly to look at me, but didn't speak or move.

I turned and ran back out towards daylight, shouting that there was someone in there. Everybody else appeared from various places and started running with me and freaking out - the funny thing at the time was it must have taken us about 15 minutes to get there, but we were out of the place and up the hill in about 20 seconds

Most of us ran back to the cars, but a couple of people hung around at a safe distance from the entrance to the basement to see if anybody came out - and nobody did.

I was really spooked but convinced myself (with the help of everybody else) that it was just somebody hanging about, maybe a security guard (although it made on sense that he hadn't spoken or followed us out...). I also could never shake the fact that he looked 'odd'.

Years later there was an item on the local news about the place, because it had been bought by a company who were going to restore it to use as a wedding venue & hotel. The reporter went on to say about how the hall was last used in WW2 as an RAF HQ and showed pictures of men in their peaked caps and uniforms in the buildings during the war.

The hairs on the back of my neck went up and I spent the rest of the night googling it. I am now completely positive that what I saw was a ghost .

Anyone else had an experience at Bells Farm, in Druids Heath, Birmingham?

I was in a group who met there in the evenings and we'd be given a key and were told how to set the alarm system before we left (This was the 1990s).

We were warned that the building was 'haunted' by a spirit that didn't seem to like women - and we were a group consisting entirely of women. We might get locked in (not even sure how that was possible with the then state of the art alarm system, but still...)

Sure enough, at the end of one meeting - there were around half a dozen of us there, only committee members I think... we tried the door and couldn't get out. Our keys wouldn't work. Not that the door should have been able to lock itself anyway. In the end we had to ring one of our member's husband who just happened to be a locksmith. He came and let us all out. Then we could set the alarm and lock up.

Apparently, living history groups who stayed there overnight reported that some of the better looking men got 'goosed' in the night! I also knew someone who claimed to have seen the 'ghost' there in broad daylight. You'd feel this horrible, malevolent and creepy sensation when you pulled up in the car as well, like someone was staring at you out of one of the upstairs windows. That was the room we met in, as well. I did manage to go there and do stuff alone, once or twice, but it was always unnerving. I'd be fascinated to know if anyone else knows anything about that place?

There used to be a derelict farmhouse near where I lived as a teenager. It was a listed building and the land was owned by a housing company, so obviously they were waiting for it to fall down so they could use the land for housing.
I visited the farmhouse on 3 occasions. The first with a lady in her 20's whilst walking her 3 big dogs. She told me a little about the building and told me to be careful inside (I had gone upstairs) as someone had previously fallen through the roof. I went right up to the attic and there was a hole in the floor at the base of the attic stairs. I stepped carefully around the hole and had a look around.
It was a fascinating place, literally falling down, peeling wallpaper, damp mouldy patches but I was just fascinated, didn't feel woo at all. In the back garden of the farmhouse was a large pond which my friend said was full of huge fish but never did see any evidence of them.
I felt so little woo in fact, I went back a couple of months later, very early Spring but this time I was on my own. I was a troubled teenager and was quite often gung ho about my personal safety. Again I explored the house but was particularly attracted to the attic. I went carefully up the stairs, avoiding the hole at the base of the stairs. I sat in the attic for an extended period of time, just thinking.
I left and thought no more of the place for a few months. Then my male cousin visited (we were both 16) and I thought I would show him my farmhouse. It was a beautiful, lush summer's day. We walked into the back garden and almost fell into the pond - it seemed so much nearer to the house than previously. The pond reeds were way over our heads they were so tall. We pushed through the door into the house which had been previously boarded up, so it wasn't a swingy door on hinges, more of squeeze your way through the wood kind of thing. I showed him around downstairs. It did feel a bit creepy this time but I put it down to my cousin's nervousness (he was a delicate sort). I led him upstairs to show him the attic. We made it to the top of the attic stairs when suddenly the door slammed shut with such force we felt the stairs rock (3 floors high). We stared at each other and we both said "there's no wind". We shrieked and ran out of that house as quick as we could, not stopping until we had run all the way to the main road (it was the 3rd house along a farm road), at least a mile away. We couldn't speak it was so terrifying.

My mum died from a brain tumour. She was on a morphine drip so she was unconcious most of the time, but we still used to sit and chat, hold her hand and brush her hair every day. One day she asked my sister and I where grandma and auntie N had gone, they where there until we came in. Not only were we shocked to hear her speak, but in was our late auntie N's birthday that day.

My DS1, when he was around 3 or 4 ( he's 24 now) used to have an imaginary friend that he called "The other (his name) ".

One day, he told me and my DH that we weren't his real parents. We asked him what he meant, and he said "My real parents died in a crash"!!!...

DS1 doesn't like to be reminded of this. He finds it too creepy.It freaks me and DH out too, strangely enough!

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I had a weird experience a few years ago. I am an accountant and I worked one day a week at my clients farmhouse. He was married with four kids, nice family but I always thought they were a bit odd. They told me right at the start that the house was badly haunted, and I would probably see and hear things. They told me that somedays when they had been out, they would come home and all their windows would be open and all lights on, despite not leaving the house like that. One day I was working and could hear running and slamming doors upstairs so asked if the children were off school, no they said, its just the ghosts, don't worry. To be honest I didn't believe a word of it, thought it was all a crock of shit. One particular day, I was working, the kids were at school and the couple had gone out for a horse ride, I was working on the computer and noticed the light started flickering, it was annoying so I went to the light switch and turned it off, the flickering continued. fast and slow and tbh I put it down to an electrical fault. After about 10 mins I was struggling to work as the flickering was getting really bad and hurting my eyes. I sat there looked up and said for god sake will you stop it, and it stopped dead straightaway. I picked up my bag, walked through the three reception rooms to get outside, got in my car and went home. The client messaged me when he got home to ask if I had had a visitor as every light was on in the house and yard. Still think there is an explanation, but it did scare me.

I have been reading this over the last few days and scaring myself silly. But can't stop - it's fascinating!! I do wonder if all these stories are true though... hoping the really terrifying ones are made up

I have a few weird experiences and in fact one just happened. I just walked into the living room carrying my baby while DD1 was colouring in the kitchen and DH was asleep upstairs. As I crossed the threshold the TV, amp and blue ray all turned on. I thought I must have stepped on the remote or something but no, the remotes are all neatly lined up on the TV unit... I'm almost sure it was a weird electrical surge or something but after reading this thread my imagination is going haywire! Will post later about my other experiences. Nothing too scary thank goodness!!

suckingeggs we used to have this at my dads house but it was the wind carrying the sound of the music and/or chatter from the pub that was a few mikes down the road