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

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As the title says...

Growing up I was really close to my grandad, He died when I was 10. I was at school when he passed away and I just knew. I left the classroom and ran home (we didn't live very far frok the school) I ran into my house, crying to be greeted by my very confused dad. I was inconsolable, then the phone rang to inform my dad that my grandad has passed away in hospital. The time he died was the time I had run out of the classroom.

Another happened when I was 21, I had just had my daughter and I wanted to go and put flowers on my grandads grave. I had never been before so I didn't know where his grave was. OH was walking around trying to find it and I was sitting in the car feeding our dd. He came back because he couldn't find it, as soon as I got out of the car I noticed a grave near my side of the car. We had apparently parked near my grandads grave. I could see it from my car window, whats wierd is that I had told OH to stop there.

When my nan was dying I went in the room and she kept saying 'R2Gs baby' and smiling. We thought she was confused - I was quite young. I later found out I was pregnant and that at that time I would have been around 2 weeks pregnant and neither myself or anyone else knew, and I had had sex a handful of dates only and was not TTC. That always amazes me. She only started saying it as I came in the room.

Some of these are so creepy. Postman just slammed something through the letter box and I jumped a mile.

I've had a few unexplainable things happen. My Nan had been in and out of hospital for a few years with various problems. I had been to visit her for what my father said would probably be the last time.
My dad stayed over night at the hospital and I went home to sleep. Four in the morning I wake up, super alert. My daughter's in her cot next to me, stood silently smiling at the foot of my bed. Then she lays down and goes back to sleep.
Lay back down try to sleep. Two minutes later, phone call from my father. Nan is gone. Time of death is the time I woke up.

It's not really woo, but it does bother me as to why. Certainly an odd coincidence.

Few more to add.
Dh bought me a necklace one christmas, I wore it all the time and never took it off. I woke up one morning and it was gone. I thought it had gotten caught on the bed and got ripped off or something I searched and searched, Didn't find it. text DH and asked if he'd seen it. He said no, So I resolved to look later and went downstairs to make a coffee. Found my necklace in between the coffee jar and the kettle!
I went to the shop one day, Bought a packet of cigarettes. Lit one outside and a man winks and me and says they'll kill you one day. I said well you could get hit by a car on your way home, meh, Everything we do and every decision we make has a risk. He laughed, walked across the road and got hit by a car, It was quite humorous once we figured out that the old man was actually fine (car was doing about 5mph, breaks failed on a hill but driver applied handbrake) got up and continued his walk home just fine 'with a sore leg' he called me a witch lol.
as a very young girl, newly moved out of home (at 16) I buddied up with a young girl in a similar situation. i managed to get a job in a takeaway (A takeaway that hired illegals and paid all but two staff 'off the books', but it paid the bills) she however became a prostitute :( We found a room together and rented that, paid an extortionate amount to the landlord (She was 17 and I 16, so the landlord charged us double for 'risk purposes' as we were under 18, cheeky bastard but we couldn't find anyone else to let to us, so a smart cheeky bastard). I didn't judge her for prostitution but refused to partake and ask that she only did it away from the house or while I was not in. I went out to work one day, and as I was at the bottom of the hill I worked on I had an overwhelming urge to turn around and go home. I just thought I didn't want to go to work, it was only a 2 hr shift (£7 to me) so I decided to call in sick and started to walk home. As I got halfway home I had a sense of urgency to get home and get home NOW, so I ran as fast as I could. There was a man with a knife banging on the door screaming that he wanted his money back. I approached him, phone in hand (with a stupidity that only a 16 year old could posses. So stupid) and asked him if I had to phone the police. He spat at me and walked off.... I got in and friend told me that he'd paid her, she'd locked it up in her lock box and he'd said something vile to her (regarding her and his knife) so she threw him out
A couple of weeks later my friend left for London. Wouldn't tell me why and left me no contact details. I always worry about her to this day (about 11/12 years on).
I later met DH, who was also young and in a shit situation ( a few years older than me, But his family upped and emigrated when he was a teen and told him that he could come with them or stay in the UK alone, he was frightened of his father so stayed in the UK) and we dealt with some fucked up shit, both woo and unwoo but one that strikes me is when we had 6 gram bags of weed delivered through the door in an envelope, posted from another country with an asian name on it but our address!
thinking about it, we also had a 'haunting' like thing take place in the room I rented. we had 2 housemates. One was out one was home, We had all of the doors open, I was the only female. All of a sudden we heard ''HELP ME'' (Female voice) coming from a direction none of us could fathom and all of the doors slammed at the same time, I stuck to DH like glue all day after that!

I love a woo thread but can't read them whilst alone in the house at night time as I get too freaked out!

Second one. Super hard to explain but I'll try.

Ever since I was a little girl I can remember waking in the night and feeling like the room was closing in. It felt like all the walls were moving in and there was a dark sentience to them. I could see the walls hadn't moved but it was the sense of something wanting to get to me. It just felt nasty.
Only ever happened a night, sometimes a couple of times a week, sometimes not for months.
I would usually run to the light switch and turn it on, get back in bed and read. Eventually the feeling would fade and I would sleep with the lights on.

When I was about 14 it happened again same as always. This time it felt much worse, and I was struggling to breath. For some reason I got angry, really angry. I just snapped and screamed leave me alone and punched the wall.
For whatever reason it felt like it left. I can't describe it any other way. Like something bad had been following me and it left.

It hasn't happened in fifteen years now. I still wonder what it was though. If it was some evil thing why would it run away because I told it to? If it some kind of medical problem I can't imagine shouting would have driven it off.

My mum's family home was built by my uncle. He had this strange walk almost like a thump followed by a flat smack by the other foot. He was fine, just walked weird. He passed away in 82 before I was born. Mum, after having me, went to live with Nan for a few years while my dad worked abroad. My family never discussed my uncle because it upset my Nan too much.
I was about 4 when I asked mum if she could hear the footsteps. My mum and nan gave me a strange look and asked what footsets. I went to make that noise and they were really really shocked. To this day I can hear his footsteps when I am in that house. Strangely, even my DH can. Woo or what?

Did your uncle have untreated mild CDH, possibly, takes? Either way, it sounds like he's still around in "his" home. I think that's quite nice, really.

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When I was about 12, we stayed in a holiday home for a week. For the first couple of nights the cats would wake me up by jumping on the bed 'kneading' me with their paws, and generally bombing around the room. Anyway, go to bed with a book one night and the cat jumps on the bed, walks over me. I look over my book and the cat isn't there. Then it starts messing around ect....So I get out of bed, can't see the cat. So I walk to the lounge and ask my Mum to come and get the cat out. Anyhow, she was very bemused and told me there wasn't a cat. Obviously there was. The next day the owner of the holiday cottages is talking to Step-Dad about fishing ect.....So I interrupt and tell her about the cats. The owner is equally bemused and has a good giggle with my Mum saying I had a vivid imagination. My Mum then tells me I must have been dreaming (I wasn't....went on over the course of a few days even before I was in bed) When I asked why they were laughing, the owner tells me the cottages were used a good 20yrs prior as a cattery. To say I freaked out was an understatement.

In a previous house I always had the feeling that there was some kind of presence. It was a relatively new built house but in certain parts, the kitchen/utility and the garage plus the bedroom which was built over the top of the garage I could sense something.

If I went out at night and faced out towards the garden it was fine but if I walked back into the house I would get the feeling of being watched.

One night my H was away and I was sitting at the computer when I distinctly heard someone walk across the decking at the back of the house. The gate had been shut, so there was no way anyone could have come into the garden without me hearing them.

And I used to have nightmares where I would dream that I was being held against the wall by an invisible force. Would wake up feeling panicked.

Also, I lost a ring, it disappeared off my finger without a trace. We searched the house for days but it never turned up. Resigned myself to the fact it must just have gone and nobody would ever know how or where.

Fast forward about four months and DS who was then about 3.5 came running out of the kitchen as I came down the stairs and said "look mummy I've found your ring." It was in the middle of the kitchen floor. .

As soon as we moved to a different house the dreams stopped.

Place marking for later because I LOVE a woo thread. Thanks OP!

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Wannabe, your nightmares about being held against a wall could be sleep paralysis. I get this all the time.. I can dream that I'm frozen and cannot move. It's because your body is paralysed when you dream, normally you're not aware but sometimes this paralysis can break through into the dream state. People are half awake half asleep and can have very vivid dreams or hallucinations. A lot of supposed alien abductions are thought to be due to this.

It's meant to be a little tourist trap, fun ghost story but at Canterbury cathedral there is a pillar where the shadow of the black prince is meant to have appeared. Now there's a permanent painted black shadow on the pillar and its a fun little part of the tour. I went with a school trip and wandered away from the group to sand where you would have to stand to cast that shadow. I felt instantly cold and then felt as though I was being pulled backwards and I fainted. I'm probably part of the story now. I remember it so vividly and have been a woo person ever since. There was a girl in my class who always considered herself to be intuative/able to see things, I think she was a bit jealous I stole her thunder on ghosts. A royal ghost no less. :D

Not hugely woo, but...
I once desperately needed to speak to my best mate and couldn't quite remember her number, I dialled what I hoped was her mobile and silently prayed (not sure whom to!) that it would be her. Just repeated 'please be NAME' over in my head. A lady answered the phone, didn't sound like her, I said is this NAME? She said yes... It was a totally different woman with the same name! Clearly I wasn't specific enough in my plea...

I don't have one but my mum is certain she saw a ghost once. She looked out of the window one afternoon and saw a family she knew, mum dad and little girl, and it struck her as unusual as the dad was normally at work during the day. The dad was actually killed in an accident at work that afternoon...

"It was in the middle of the kitchen floor."

Four months isn't too bad; my engagement ring was brought back to me after nearly 14 years! It appeared in the middle of my parents' kitchen floor, similar to yours. Thinking on I was probably staying there when it disappeared in the first place.

6 years ago when my DD was at nursery only during mornings, I picked her up and had this overwhelming need to go to the shop to buy our local paper, didn't usually buy it but really wanted one this particular morning, my DD didn't want to go as she had spilt paint on her outfit at nursery so they had put her in spares which were awful, didn't fit properly, so wanted me to take her home to change first, I actually got abit snappy with her saying I needed this paper. Anyways, get said paper, go home and sit down with a cuppa to read it and a few pages in there's a piece informing of the death of a guy and his family are being sought, took a few mins to sink in but the name I read was that of my DS estranged father, he had suddenly passed away living in a different city to us, his DSis and DD, I immediately rang his DSis she didn't know already which I'd figured as would have told me. After I rang her she received several more calls as others had also seen it. Turns out I was the first person to discover the news and also that he had died a few weeks earlier exactly at the time I had been arriving to my home from work and broke down for no apparent reason and was sobbing at my DH, put it down to hormones at the time. Seems like I felt him pass and he wanted me to know first hence the urge to buy a paper I never normally buy.

My Dgm and I once 'lost' an entire hour on a fifteen minute journey. There was a physical record of when we'd left (same time as usual) and we'd taken no detours, no delays, made no stops etc etc but arrived exactly an hour after we should have. We actually thought someone was trying to play a joke by changing the clocks - to this day, I'm clueless as to what really happened.

I have two but they're not particularly woo...
In my old house there was apparently a ghost of a little girl (from the 70s! And had a name I think beginning with C - I quite can't remember) And also a governess from an older period but she used to look after the girl who wasn't allowed in rooms (apparently, a friend of my mums who 'sees' ghosts told us this)

When we were redecorating we pulled off the wallpaper on the stairs and there was written 'C[name]' with a young age and a 70s date! Also my mum saw an old man in her room who walked into the wall and when we first moved in she heard laughing and assumed it was me and my sister but we were asleep.

More recently she was watching Harry Potter in the kitchen and in our dining room we had floor to ceiling bookshelves (Edwardian house to high ceilings) and the books were jam packed in, I could never pull them from the top as I couldn't reach even on a chair! She heard a bang and walked into the dining room and the 1 Harry Potter book we had had fallen down, from the top shelf!!
Also my sister was sat in her room and she heard a strange noise, looked to her desk and her iPhone headphones were slowly moving from the back of the desk to the front! Freaked her right out so she walked straight out the room. Both her and my mum feel stuff (and experienced these) but I've never felt anything! I was often in that house on my own and it was always fine for me

Not as scary as others but still a little freaky

NeedMoreSleepOrSugar I've 'lost' time too. I can't really remember clearly as it was when I was about 18 (long time ago) but at the time I was really freaked out!
I was on a night out with friends and we were in the pub and off to the casino later on. I remember looking at my watch after the last orders bell was rung (meaning 'time at the bar' which will have been 10.50pm back then). I checked the time with one of the barstaff as well as someone else, and we got a taxi. We must have waited a good 10 minutes for one. Arrived at the casino - journey probably another 15 minutes. Got drinks, played some games, won some money. Stuff that doesn't just happen quickly. Checked my watch. 11pm still. This was a digital watch so it hadn't just stopped. Checked with random person. Yes still 11pm. I'd lost a good hour somewhere.

Another one, nor spooky but more premonition. I was about 6 or 7, rising my bike along a lane just down from our house. Going through my head was a scenario of what I would say if someone stopped and asked for directions to the animal sanctuary, a few minutes later someone stopped and asked exactly that! Very quiet village and I had never been asked for directions before.
Another time I had a vision of a burned out field in a specific part of our journey, a few minutes later we saw the field and it was burned out.
I often get deja vu so strong I can tell what's coming next as well, as it happens. Often call people as they are calling me etc.
Never won the lottery though or predicted anything useful!

Not creepy, but the last time there was a woo thread, I was alone in the house with the windows open as it was a boiling hot night.

I live in the upper floors of a ring of houses, so always feel pretty safe. However, thanks to my over-active imagination (and woo) I realised my very weird neighbour could easily climb across the balconies, and through my open landing window.

I was so paralysed with fear caused by everyone's terrifying stories I decided I'd rather be murdered in my bed than close the window and let the ghosts get me.

My mum grew up in a redbrick terrace - think Coronation street style, front door opening directly onto street.

She had started dating my dad to be at this time. Dad2be had arranged to call for her one evening to take her out (this would be early 1960s).

Mum waited in all evening with with her parents and brothers but no sign of dad2be. Eventually another lad she was friendly with knocked the door and she went out with him. the flibbertigibbet No, really, I'm talking just getting a fish supper from the chippy and walking along the road chatting, nothing more. Mum tells lad about being stood up, and is advised to forget dad2be as he sounds like a timewaster. (She's still with said "timewaster" 53 years later.)

Anyway, mum met dad2be in the street a few days later. When asked where he was that evening, he replied that he called at mum's house and knocked and knocked and knocked. No answer so he gave up and went back home to his digs (no house phone then). Absolutely the correct house and absolutely the right evening. Mum's whole family were home and as I mentioned earlier this is a door that opens onto the street with a loud door knocker that could be heard everywhere in the entire 2 up 2 down house. But nobody heard a thing, no knocking, nothing.

They carried on dating and later married, obviously. But neither can explain what happened to this day.