To ask for your creepy, unexplainable happenings

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I know this type of thread has probably been done to death, but someone on fb shared a daily fail link yesterday about the creepy things children sometimes say. It got me thinking about strange goings on.

My eldest dd at about the age of 2 was sat playing in her room while I was putting washing away in my room. She suddenly started screaming so I ran in thinking she had hurt herself and she was wide eyed with fear. I asked her what was wrong and she said while pointing I should add " there's a man with black eyes and a hat holding a baby"

I've never walked out of a room so quickly ( backwards I should add so I didn't have to see the man) my cat also used to refuse to enter that room at all. Lots of other little things when she was pre school age.

For myself I kept smelling "death" I work in a hospital environment and do believe death or pre death to be more specific has a certain smell.
I was still living at home and for about a week everytime I walked in the front door I could smell death.
I still remember DM face everytime I announced it. Ha.
Towards the end of the week the smell was so strong. That evening I had a dream that I was in bed fast asleep and the whole house started to shake. I got up and looked out or the window to see an aeroplane about 12 feet away with people screaming at the window getting closer towards a block of flats ( there are no flats nearby)
The next day was September 11th.
I remember watching the news and thinking FUCKING hell. The dream.
Weirdly enough after that happened the smell of death went too. It still weirds me out when I think about it.
I also dreamt about the London/Birmingham riots a few years nack 2 days before they kicked off.

Do you have any odd stories to share?

WTAF fintress

It's not really supernatural at all, but I have a very keen sense of when someone is going to die. If I get a strong urge to visit someone, my husband has learnt to listen to me, because he has been sorry in the past when he didn't. Several times we have had one lovely last visit with someone who died unexpectedly shortly afterwards.
I should probably add that I haven't killed anyone, they don't die because of me!

DD used to go on and on about "Byfe" from about the age of 18mos to 2.5y. No idea what it was. So we'd always ask, is it an animal, is it big, is it your friend etc. She would giggle and refuse to say.

One night whilst putting her to bed in darkened upper floor, no one else in house:

DD blah blah Byfe.
Me Is Byfe your friend?
DD No, he not. He's very scary.
Me Oh yeah? Well never mind, eh.
DD He scary and he cross with you, Mummy.
Me Really?
DD Yep. He hind you now, Mummy. He cross.
Me 🤤

My DP surprised me by meeting me at work or at the station maybe 3-5 times in all of my 3 years working there. Every time I sensed he would be there and I was always right.

My dad and I didn't have a great relationship but one day I saw him and it was surprisingly lovely. My baby even played with him and my mum told me about how he was so happy he had a little playtime with my DD, and said how I am and will continue to be a great mum (he was a man of few compliments!) and I always remember the hug goodbye. It felt so special. 2 days later he died of a stroke. And I am so thankful for that last day we shared.

Not weird. But having a great day with him was rare.

I have an exceptional 'pregnancy radar'. I don't know why, but I just know when my friends and close family are pregnant, weeks before they tell me. I've been told by friends and just said without thinking 'yes I know' which confuses them a lot because how could I possibly know?

My oldest childhood friend phoned me up out of the blue last august and I knew before even answering the phone that he was about to tell me his wife was pregnant. As a teenager I somehow knew the sex and name of a baby when the person was only 21 weeks pregnant. We had a distinct conversation where I mentioned the baby as Amy Louise (name changed for obvious reasons) and they asked how the hell I knew that because they hadn't told ANYONE. I don't know how I knew either, I just knew.

When I was a two I had a Great Aunt who went by the name of Dilys, and everyone called her Auntie Dil. Except for me who called her Auntie Rose. Her real first name was Rose. No one knows how I knew that, as even my Mum had never known her real name, only known her as Auntie Dil.

My husband had an early night as he is up really early tomorrow and I'm sitting here all woo'd out knowing I have to put off all the lights and use my iPhone torch to navigate in the pitch dark so I don't disturb him. I might have to just go down the whole Blackpool Illuminations route to go to bed. I'm going to stop reading

My mum was a midwife. She and my dad had a last childfree weekend away when she was 8 months pregnant with me. They were on an island, and in the pub when an old woman came up to my mum and told her she would go into labour that night. Mum laughed and asked how she knew that. According to the old lady, she could tell by my mum's nose...

She went into early labour 8 hours later and had to be med-evaced to the mainland!

When I was at secondary school I had a dream about a new boy starting half way through the term. Next morning he came into class and it was the exact blue eyed, blonde haired boy from my dream! I'd never seen him before.

20 years ago I dreamt my MIL died. The next day she had a stroke and died shortly afterwards.

Also on two separate occasions within two weeks I knew my Grandad was going to die. I saw him a week before Christmas and as I hugged him goodbye I remember distinctly thinking 'I hope this isn't the last time I see you.' He died 16 days later. At 11pm the night before he died I had the strongest urge to call my Grandparent's house to see how my Grandad was, but I never did because it was late at night and I thought they would both be asleep and didn't want to disturb them. My Grandad died at 2.30am. I regret not making that phone call, I could have persuaded my Grandma to call an ambulance three hours earlier than she did.

I dream events that happen in my own life. Bumping into an old colleague, meeting my hubby, etc.

When my grandad was ill and we had been told he didn’t have much longer, I heard his voice saying ‘Bye, pet.’ I made a note of the time because I was travelling on a train and it seemed odd. It was roughly the time he lost consciousness.

Not a scary one - but strange and kind of lovely.
A few years ago I had to terminate a pregnancy for medical reasons which was horrendous but my husband and I kept it together for our 3yr old. When I got pregnant again I didn't tell anyone other than my husband. One afternoon, my daughter came and sat on my knee and whispered in my ear, 'I know what you are getting for Christmas' which was strange as it was October, and she continued 'A real baby that will grow in your tummy this time'. Needless to say I got goosebumps because as far as we knew she was unaware of either pregnancy. I had my 12 week scan on 24th December and my lovely baby girl the following July.

Checking in, these are fascinating

I am about as psychic as a potato but I love this type of thread. Can't wait to read more stories!

My friends daughter saw and advert for Downton Abbey or something similar and said " I used to wear clothes like that in my other life"

All of these are so weird but so fascinating.

*an

My husband was reading pet cemetery by Stephen king one night in bed. Apparently I sat up in bed and said it's behind you it completely freaked him out 😂

Twenty odd years ago my husband bought me some costume jewellery which I did not like at all and I just knew that I would never wear it. Of course I did thank him, told him I really liked it as I did not want to hurt his feelings. I would occasionally get the pieces out of the gift box, have a look at them and put them back in their place on a high shelf at the back of a wardrobe and promptly forgot about them. (This is relevant).

About five years ago during an emotionally upsetting time I went to see a psychic tarot card reader. During my reading she told me things about my childhood that absolutely no other person knows about, very specific things, ones I have never even shared with my husband.

I did have a very difficult relationship with my mother when she was alive. I was never good enough for her despite me constantly striving to get her love. From when I was very small - three and a half years - I just knew she was always disappointed in me, even though I lavished kindness (buying her little gifts out of my meagre weekly pocket money to get her to like me) and attention on her endlessly. It was never enough. She was my sternest critic and made many unkind and uncalled for comments about me, all the while smiling sweetly but I just knew how she felt.

One thing the psychic did say was “Your mother tells me you were a very ungrateful child” (this was simply not true). You are ungrateful....you have some lovely jewellery and you have never worn it - just shows how ungrateful you are - you really should start putting it on”. I left the reading feeling very sad as I know to this day I did all I could for my mother. A result of this behaviour has sadly turned me into a manic “people pleaser” and I am constantly striving to get recognition from people I meet - but I digress!

The woo thing is... when I arrived back home I went into my bedroom and there on the floor was one earring out of my jewellery box given to me by my husband. I knew for a fact that I had not dropped it there. I had not looked at the box for at least two years, as it lay forgotten in the back of my wardrobe. I had hoovered the carpet that morning so I would clearly have seen the earring on the floor then.

I immediately went to find the box and there it was, tightly wrapped as I had left it. The necklace was still in its roll as was the pendant. I carefully replaced the earring in its box. I recently gave the unwrapped parcel away to a charity shop as I could not bear to have it in my house.

My husband has long forgotten he gave me this present so I have no fear he will be upset that I never wore it.

I do believe my mother had something to do with this inexplicable happening.

My DH told me a strange story, he was a graphic artist before he retired when he was at art college his NDN son who was in a biker gang asked him if he could paint the back of his gangs leather jackets, they wanted a picture of a cat, they showed him a photo it was a feral cat who used to hang around their club house, they called him Rocky, one of the bikers accidently ran him over, so they decided to call their gang Rocky's Riders in his honour, DH did what they asked, and painted all 5 jackets, they were really pleased.

A week later they all turned up at his house begging him to remove the picture and name, from the day they wore the jackets everything went wrong, their bikes kept breaking down, two had accidents, they all had the same dream about the cat chasing them and they kept hearing eerie meows inside the club house when there was no (live) cat there, they were seriously freaked out.

DH removed all the artwork and everything went back to normal

Blatant place mark.

Told this one heaps of times, but anyway. .

When DD was quite small, around three, I was making dinner with her sat on the bench next to me. All very normal, just her and me, no radio, nothing in the background. I reached for a jam jar of mixed herbs I had and from behind me I heard "don't touch that," in a sort of...reminding voice? Like you'd use to remind a toddler not to play with a stair gate or something?
I stopped and looked behind me- obviously nobody was there. I would have written it off as me losing my mind, except DD (who rarely spoke) asked "mum, where lady?"

The house was a bog-standard Perth 70's brick-and-tile and the jam jar was just that- a jam jar I'd washed out fairly recently. Am still baffled.

Well. I can’t sleep now

@Moananaom me neither. Had a bad dream that woke me up after reading this thread!

Following this to read in the morning so I don’t scare myself and won’t be able to sleep!

My daughter was nearly five when my dad died. We had been living on the other side of the planet since she was two, so her contact with him was limited. She would be "chatting" by herself to my father for a couple of years after he died and say things like "Oh, he's sorry about the money Mum". (Long story, but one she knew nothing about) Also "It's okay, he's sorry he was mean to me when I was a baby. I'm the only one he can talk to now, so he's nice to me now." Freaked me out immensely - especially as he was a master manipulator and quite frankly, a horrible person.