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?

At work once we had a 'phantom arse-wiper.'

In the gents toilets, every week or so the end cubicle would be occupied by someone for hours on end, with the door locked from the inside. And from inside the cubicle would come this intermittent sound, like someone rubbing their hands together - or briskly wiping their arse.

'Chuf-chuf-chuf! Chuf-chufchufchuf-CHUFF!'

I only heard it once, it was quite eerie. No feet could be seen on the floor beneath the door and if you knocked, the sound would pause for a while, then resume.

'Chuf-chuf-chuf! Chuf-chufchufchuf-CHUFF!'

No-one ever saw anyone enter or leave the cubicle.

We never found out who, or what, it was.

I often wonder if I had met my fate to a lion in a past life.

I must have died of starvation then!

Bobster I'm so sorry you're having a hard time. But I can see why this thread is comforting, I really do believe there is more to life than just this. It's like Earth is a home, and one day we'll move house. Not exactly sure yet but all I can be certain of is that we are definitely moving! Because of this feeling like I am one day 'going home I have never been scared of dying, and difficult phases in my life have been more manageable knowing that they are just one room in this house I'll leave one day.

Roomba - do you have a cat?

My parents dog died very suddenly a few weeks before Christmas, he was only five and it's left them and indeed me devestated. In the days after he died they heard him barking during the night, they heard the pitter patter of his paws on the kitchen floor, they smelled him, and heard the sound of him slurping water from his bowl.

This calmed down until fairly recently when they started tentatively considering the idea of getting a new puppy in the spring/summer. Nothing in stone, just looking into breads etc. Now he seems to be making his prescence known again, and DM is convinced it's because he doesn't want them to get a new dog!

My family is very woo. Especially the women on my DMs side. Her mum, my grandmother, used to have seances in her front room when my grandad was working nights. He'd have hit the roof if he'd known. I also feel like Ive been here before. An earlier poster said they felt a like they'd been around in the 70's, well me too. Sort of like I remember it, but I can't because I wasn't born until the 1980's.

I don't take anything at face value. When people and things die, I don't see them as being dead as in no longer existing. I see it as though they've just gone elsewhere and we just can't see them any longer. I think there are things about the world we don't understand and probably never will because we're not supposed to.

Bobster I too am going through a difficult time and I agree with what you said. I am sure there is more than just what we see.
Many years ago I was really struggling. I had separated from my ex and my DDad had been put in a care home as he had Alzheimers and I did not know if I would be able to keep the house or sell it to pay my ex his half or how I was going to be able to afford the fees for the care home. I was at a very low point and I was sitting up in bed just thinking and I looked down and a leaf dropped into my lap. It was winter and I was in my bedroom. The leaf was fresh and green. I have no idea where it came from but it gave me hope that things would improve and they did, as it turned out.

I have had many experiences but this was the most profound.

Similar to the PP that feels she has taken part in a mass exodus of some sort, I am certain I was hanged in a previous life. I have felt this certainty since being quite a young child and am an old giffer now! The feeling comes over me quite out of the blue that I have the noose lifted over my head and I am astonished at how heavy it is as it drops to my shoulders. I have my hands tied behind my back and although I do not have a hood of any sort on, I am aware there are several onlookers but I can hear them but not see them for some reason. I dream this sometimes and sometimes it's a waking recollection. It used to put the wind up me but it's happened so many times now it doesn't have such an impact. I can't bear anything tight around my neck though and often slightly panic when I first put a scarf on and have to loosen it to the point where it's not doing it's job. I also think I was a young male getting hanged, not female.

Nope - no pets. Or open windows, draughts, any other explanation I can think of!

I'd wonder if I'd really out stuff where I'd thought, but I have such specific, clear recollection of it I am not in any doubt about that bit. Plus they'd have turned up somewhere else if I'd not done what I'd thought...

NC as outing.

First story, we used to live in a house with a side room that we called the outhouse. The woman across the road had moved in when the houses were built and gave me a history of the previous tenants. There were 3 including us and the main long standing tenant was a man who was known for spending a large amount of time in the outhouse which was his workshop. He also had his heart attack and died there.

When DD was 3 she would call all older men “grandad”. One morning she had gone to the kitchen door and was pulling the curtain aside to look into the outhouse and was saying “look mummy there’s Grandad!” I played along and looked out (no-one there) but she insisted on going out there. I let her into the outhouse and she stood there looking up in a fix place and was talking and answering questions. It sounds weird but it was just like a telephone conversation where you can only hear one side. I had to leave for work and so went and took her hand to come with me. She turned round and said “come on grandad” - he must have said no as she said “ok then, Bye”.

The second incident at a different house was when I went to see a medium with my mum and sister (well known and features in magazines). To be honest I wasn’t impressed. I am quite a skeptic anyway and I had no idea of the people she spoke about and the names had no relevance. One thing she did say was that my grandma would visit me in the blue room (I had a blue front room) and that I would not stay in my house forever but not to worry as Bob and Sylvia would see that I would be ok. (This was all taped).

5 months later my landlord gave me notice to leave my house. I was sitting in my living room that night and suddenly the toys in the basket started going off. I looked up and saw what appeared to be a human shape (you know when you see heat rising and it creates a ripple in the air) and I heard my grandmas voice in my head saying everything will be fine. I can only describe a sudden peace coming over me.

A few weeks after that a neighbour a few doors down (who we only knew to say hello in passing to) stopped us to tell us that her NDD Bob had passed away. We chatted and she said that they had all moved in together in the 60’s but everyone was slowly leaving or passing on. We told her that we were also moving as had been given notice.

A few days later this neighbour knocked on our door and said that she had been speaking to bobs son who had said he planned to rent the house out. She told him about us and wondered if we were interested. This lady has now been our NDD for several years. Her name is Sylvia.

I listen to that tape now and I am shocked to say everything else has also happened.

For those who are interested in past life theories. I do believe it 100%. We are simply energy. Energy cannot be made, only changed into another form. When things die, the energy has to go somewhere or become something else. (Like energy from the wind can create light energy - using wind turbines)

I find a lot of people who are struggling and have a bad aura about them have had traumatic experiences and they carry round that bad energy. It's only when they learn to cope and heal that they become more peaceful, which is when the bad energy is changed into good.

So I think it would be perfectly reasonable to believe to some extent that whoever you know that has died, has simply gone elsewhere. Hence the 'past lives' and the memories and déjà vu. Children seem to be more 'tuned in' to these sorts of things, maybe because it's just so fresh in their memory. And as you grow older your brain is filled with new memories and new experiences so the old ones get 'pushed out'.

Just a disclaimer. This is simply what I believe. I haven't researched into anything crazy. I'm not psychic. I don't consider myself to be overly worried about aligning chakras and meditating or having crystals around. I'm not religious. But I do believe this, just because it makes more sense to me than any other explanation. We just go from one form to the next, living as best we can with whatever it is we have at that point.

My best friend committed suicide at the age of 23. She died in November. On Boxing Day I had a very vivid dream that she was hosting a "goodbye" party at her mums house and all her friends were there. We all knew she had to go but no one was sad. She came over to me and handed me an A4 envelope and told me that it was full of letters, photos, memories etc. I went to open it and she stopped me and said "no, only open it when you really need to". At that point I woke up.

Since that day, of I'm feeling particularly down or missing her a lot I can almost guarantee I'll find a letter from her, or a photo or a little trinket she gave me lying around. This is in spite of several house moves since she died and all my letters being in my memory box...

This thread is SO interesting, I've loved reading it and can't wait for more posts! Here's one or two from me!

When I was a few days old my great great granddad died. Fast forward a couple of years and my mum says I used to have these dreams and I used to tell her about how I was with "Grandad Jack", my great great grandfathers name was Jack. Nobody had EVER mentioned him to me. I then one day told her of a dream where I went to the pub with grandad Jack and we sat on the wall outside, he had a beer and I had a can of coke and a packet of crisps. Which is exactly what he used to do with my dads father, my grandad, when he was younger. I also had a dream where I was walking the streets with Jack and he had a big stick and he "was making sure people were ok". In his younger years he was a police officer and used to go on the beat a lot. She told me of it a few years ago and it still freaks me out, but it's also in a way comforting that I got to meet him in my dreams.

Another one involves my younger sister; when my aunt moved to a new house years back my sister was only a toddler. She was sat in the spare room alone talking to herself, and when my mum asked who she was talking to she pointed to the corner of the room and said "lady, lady!!" My aunts dog also REFUSED to go upstairs in that house. They moved again a few years ago, I never used to like staying there used to give me the creeps.

I’m a human pregnancy/illness detector too!

I don’t think it’s woo though. I think it’s very very subtle changes in people’s smell/skin/bearing. I’ve actually started telling dh now because before it’s always be ‘oh I thought she was’ after the fact.

Illness I can smell. I think quite a few people have such abilities, it would make sense in evolutionary terms to be able to identify and avoid people in a prodronal phase of illness.

I believe in the 'energy' theory too. I can always sense of someone else is in the room, even if I don't hear/see them. We all pick up on 'atmospheres'. If something really bad happens in a certain place, for example a murder, then all that bad energy just stays there. Hence people hearing and seeing things.

Prodromal. Bloody autocorrect

When my grandmother was a little girl, she walked on the street and point on one woman and said "I used to wear exactly same dress like her in my previous life."

Autumn sparkles - who was the psychic if you don't mind saying?

When I was pre school age (born in the late 60s) I seemed to always know all the words of old 1930s-1940s songs in films or on the radio and would sing along, much to my parents’ amusement.

This was music from my grandparents’ era and mum and dad were into the Beatles, etc.

But it didn’t seem odd to me, I just knew the songs and the words.

Many years later when I was a young trainee, one of my much older colleagues (he was about to retire) had been a RAF pilot in WW2.

He often used to hum these old tunes and I’d join in with the words. He couldnt understand how I knew them all off by heart and was convinced I was one of his former girlfriends from the war years who’d been sent back to haunt him!

Oh and all my grandparents bar one, who lived hundreds of miles away, had sadly died before I was born. So I didn’t hear the music at their homes.

If any of you never want to sleep ever again, go onto the allnurses website and read the nurses ghost stories on there. Bloody hells teeth, some of those experiences would have me wearing running shoes on every shift!

Here's a link to the allnurses site allnurses.com/general-nursing-discussion/whats-your-best-108202.html.

I've had a couple of think things are going to happen then they do.

Last one was stopping at a service station 120 from home thinking imagine seeing someone I knew....20 mins later an old work colleague walks up and says hello!

I have lots!
A cat injured by a car was brought into work, I was the Veterinary Nurse on shift.
The cat was in a bad way, i set up the anaesthetic trolley and got an oxygen mask, I was holding the cat on a table near a window that had an emergency exit door within it, in the urgency i had set up the oxygen and trolley on front of this. The Vet and I tried all we could, the cat took a breath opened its eyes and then died, it all happened so fast but at that exact moment the equipment all by the door fell as if the door had opened and a gush of air came in.
I have always thought it was the cat running free

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Il never get bored of these threads ! I'm trawling through this at the moment . Woo stories from nurses

allnurses.com/general-nursing-discussion/whats-your-best-108202-page13.html

'If any of you never want to sleep ever again, go onto the allnurses website and read the nurses ghost stories on there. Bloody hells teeth, some of those experiences would have me wearing running shoes on every shift!'

Or read 'The Graveyard Apartment'.