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?

Jeremy Corbyn being considered a sex symbol. Shudder!

I'm not in the least bit woo and never have 'feelings' or anything like them, but a few years ago my Dad was in hospital having hip surgery and I'd been with him til around 9pm then drove home once he was out of recovery and stable on the ward. I got home, went straight into the DCs rooms, kissed them goodnight then put my coat and shoes back on and walked out of the house. DH asked me why and I told him I needed to go back to the hospital, got into my car and as I pressed the ignition a call came up from the ward sister who said my Dad had gone into cardiac arrest and they'd no idea why but I needed to come right away because they weren't sure he was going to make it- I told her "you gave him morphine, I'm already on my way" (he's allergic to morphine, it was on his notes and I'd mentioned it to them as he returned to the ward and again as I left because I knew they often used it after that kind of surgery and he wasn't awake enough to say so himself.) We got talking much later that night once he'd been stabilised she said it's unbelievable how many people they get who just know they need to come back when there's an emergency before they get the phone call. She said that almost everyone in the wards in that hospital had seen stuff like it and that it's impossible not to believe once you do that sort of job for long enough.

I've never had anything like it before or since, it was like a huge weight telling me my Dad needed me. DH says it was tiredness because I'd been with him at the hospital since 7am that day but I've been bone tired before and never felt that pull towards a person or a place. There's no way it was just tiredness, it was something bigger than me.

I love these threads but can never think of any of my own.

My mum, though, speaks about the time she went to see her dad. She visited him a lot –they were very close – and when she left, he usually just said a casual 'Ta-ra then'. But this time he looked her in the eye and said 'Take care of yourself, won't you, love?'

A few days later she had a phone call to say he'd dropped dead of a heart attack.

I'm welling up now! I wasn't even three when he died, but I remember him as the warmest, most wonderful presence.

From when i lived at home, very rural quiet area, neighbours were up a track, other neighbours several fields away. I was using what had been my parents room before they extended the house. Often used to hear an old rattly car driving up the track to the road, no lights just heard the car, never heard it if i thought about it or listened for it though. happened lots over the years, never really thought much about it, assuming it was one set of neighbours going out late/returning a babysitter or something...... had a random conversation with my mother one day about the neighbours with me commenting that they often went out late same time, in old car, and i was wondering why - she looked at me oddly and said she used to hear the same thing when she slept int hat room, 20 plus years ago, neighbours have changed several times since then....... then she told me that many years ago, the old bloke who lived over the fields, used to often go out late at night in his old rattly car, without lights on. This man is long dead...........and was long dead when she used to hear the noise........

Moving into new house, my first own home - often used to 'feel' presence of my grandparents, despite them having passed away 10 years before and was able to smell the hair spray Gran used...... i was only one in the house and i don't use hairspray!

Since I lived in this house, there have been many odd happenings, though for some reason I don't find them creepy. I'm in the middle of nowhere (like a smallholding surrounded by private fields) and yet on about three or four occasions I've heard children here, either talking, laughing, running down the corridor etc. The other evening I heard a child's voice speak right into my ear. If it was just me that had heard things I'd think I was suffering auditory hallucinations, but we both heard child's laughter and on another occasion the running feet, so it's definitely not just me.

I love this sort of thing but no one in RL knows! I wish I had someone I could talk to about it.

Are there any good documentaries on Netflix’s?

In the 70's there was a well known disaster in a town near to where we live, many people died and regulations were written in response to it. The building was destroyed, a new building was later constructed on the site but was also demolished in the 00's so it's now a bare, derelict site. We drove past just before Christmas with 2 year old DS, he pointed and stated the type of building that was originally there (when the disaster occurred), we asked him why he thought that and he told us about when he did the activity there that related to the use of the building. I've checked with the other people who have looked after him and no one has taken him past there before or mentioned the place to him.

I was having a driving lesson ten years ago in my lunch break. It wasn't long before my test so I could drive pretty well at the time. As I went to turn right, I stalled the car. I was the first time I had done so in months and I then went on to repeatedly stall for the next minute or so until the instructor took over. I just couldn't concentrate, and felt sort of disconnected from reality. Once the car was going, I carried on and drove back to work with no issues. Half an hour later my Mum called to tell me that my Gran had died at the exact time I had been sat stalling the car. She had cancer and had been in hospital for a few months. We knew she didn't have long, hence why my Mum was with her at the time, but we were expecting a couple more weeks.

I lost my virginity at 17, in a small wooded area, to a guy I didn't know while I was reacting badly to newly prescribed medication. I had an outer body experience. I was watching it happening from above as if I were sat in one of the trees, telling myself how stupid I was (but with much stronger language). I don't remember feeling any physical sensation at all.

I should add that I'm not at all woo, and would love a scientific explanation for these.

I suffered a heart attack last year about 9pm at night. Obviously I hadn’t known it would happen but I had the urge all day to call and message all my friends and called my mum in for a chat about her wishes for her care in old age/ill health. It was like I was getting all my ducks in a row to die.....

I was driving the other day and my daughter in the back asked me 'what does shuttle mean?' So I gave her an explanation and at that exact moment a shuttle bus came round the corner with it's sign saying SHUTTLE.

We laughed and kept saying the word Shuttle over and over in funny voices because it's a nice word to say. (Entertaining a bored kid on a drive, give me a break).

And then.... The podcast we we're listening to, the host Adam Buxton started saying the word SHUTTLE over and over again.

It was like a glitch in the matrix haha.

I have my own to add if I may!

Our lovely old Ridgeback had suffered a couple of mini strokes and we knew the end was coming. I used to work an evening shift on a Thursday after my day job so would always be away from home from the morning to the following Friday evening. I decided to take the Thursday off during this time, spent the day with my mum and came home. According to my husband our lovely dog had been sitting in the garden watching the back door (the door we use most) for a long time, seemingly waiting for something. Within half an hour of me arriving home and giving her a cuddle she had another stroke and died in our arms in the kitchen.

Within the week after that we took our usual walk to the pub. Got to the first road and I had the strongest sense that if I had put my hand down I would have felt her next to me. After we crossed I said to my husband "Did you feel that?". He's not at all woo but he said "Yes! Rea was just with us". He had felt it too without me saying anything particular - such a comfort.

When I was 12 I went to stay with my grandma during the summer holidays. One evening, not late, the phone rang. I "knew" grandma's sister had died. She was only 57, hadn't been ill and we hadn't been talking about her.

Same year we went on a boating holiday. Me and DB were in our cabin playing and we heard a splash. DB asked what it was and I said what had popped into my head - grandad's fallen in. DB says really? and I said no, I was joking. We went up on deck and grandad had indeed fallen in

Another couple. I was in a meeting at work and had the most awful sense of impending doom. Couldn't do anything because I was stuck in this meeting. As soon as it finished I dashed home. My cat had given birth to 5 kittens. 4 of them were dead in the middle of the room; cat was under the table with the other one, but not taking any notice of it.

We dashed them to the vet, who said he couldn't do anything about the 4. The fifth he revived and said we'd have to bottle feed him because the cat was having nothing to do with him. Got home and the cat grabbed the kitten and took him behind the sofa. Miraculously she did start looking after him - though not terribly well - and did manage to feed him. The dog took over his upbringing once he was a few weeks old. We lost him a couple of years ago at the grand age of 17.

Having had this experience with the cat, I had another dodgy feeling one day at work. Again couldn't shake it so eventually rang 1 yo DD's nursery and said it would probably sound daft but was she OK. Yes they said, she's just woken up.

When I picked her up later her key-worker said "funny you rang when you did. She'd been screaming in her sleep and we'd had to wake her up"

The dog took over his upbringing once he was a few weeks old

I find that overwhelmingly cute

I miscarried when I was 20. I can't know, but I always believed him to be a boy. A couple of times I've dreamt that I've seen him, in a garden, with my granddad. It's comforting and unbearably sad at the same time, as I'm never allowed to touch him

Didn't happen to me but I'm my family so here goes;

Before I was born, my parents lived in a terraced house on a street with my brother who was 3 at the time. My brother always talked about 'John', saying that John lived in his bedroom/was in the kitchen/looking out of the window etc. This went on all the time they lived there.

They moved eventually and my brother told my parents (much to their relief) that John wouldn't be at the new house because he lived there.

They moved and John was never mentioned again.

Some years later, my mum's sister moved into a house in the same street as my mum had lived on. A couple with a little girl about 3 years old moved into the house which used to belong to my parents.

My aunt knew the lady to chat to briefly and mentioned that her sister used to live there but made no mention of John.

A few months later, the lady stopped my aunt in the street and asked her whether my mum had any children when she loved there - my aunt said she did. The lady then asked whether the child had ever mentioned anything about a person called John being in the house as her little girl kept going on about it! My aunt then explained the story - the family moved out not long after!

Over the years that my aunt lived there, quite a few families with small children moved into that house - none stayed longer than 18 months and we wonder whether John joined every family who lived there!

My ex husband had a 3 year old daughter who used to stay with us at weekends.
One night she was screaming in her room "at the man because I wanted to go to sleep and he wouldn't let me!"
She also told me that when she was with her other Mummy-not the Mummy she had now but the one she had a long time ago- that she also had two brothers but that Mummy stabbed them with a knife and buried them in a field because she couldn't afford to feed them......

NC for this, it's outing as anything but oh well.

Years ago my dad was working up in Scotland. He was staying overnight in a hotel. A sudden urge cane over him to drive back home (in England) as he 'knew' his uncle had died. He drove home as fast as he could and it turned out to be true.

When my parents moved into their terraced house in the 70's, the elderly lady who owned it previously had passed on. They used to see her spirit walking across the landing every night, she wore a long white night gown and has white flowing hair and carried a candle in her hand. My dad renovated the house completely and after he completed the putting the new stair case, the spirit of the lady never returned after that.

In 96 we were going on a family holiday down on the south coast. My dad was going to drive the car for the journey so he went to bed early. He had a vivid dream. His mother had been dead for 15 years at this point but she came to him in the dream and told him not to take a certain route to get there. He told us about it when he woke up and said how bizarre it was. Anyway we set off for the south coast and he avoided said route. Sure as anything, on the radio in the car a traffic update came on and there had been a car crash on the route we were going to take.

On that very holiday we stayed in an apartment which had been converted as a holiday let. There wasn't a double bed in my mum and dads room there but there was two single beds that they put together to make a double.

For the first few night of he holiday my dad couldn't get comfortable on his side of the bed. He said it was always cold. One night he felt a strange sensation like he was being strangled in his sleep. He woke up to find a man on top of him choking him. He tried to call my mums name out in desperation but couldn't get the words out. She must have heard him though cos she woke up and saw the man on top of my dad choking him. He had a moustache plus some other distinguishable features. Then he disappeared. The bloke who was letting out the converted apartment used to regularly call in on the holiday to see how we're finding it. My dad asked him what the apartment used to be before it was a holiday let. The man said t was the town's old police cell. My mum and dad mentioned nothing of what had happened in the bedroom.

When we got back home from holiday my mum did lots of research in our library about the place we stayed (1996 so we weren't internet users then). She found out it was indeed an old police cell and there were two cell mates who stayed in there one night. One of them had strangled the other one to death right were my dad had been sleeping. There was a photo of them. The murderer was exactly as my mum and dad saw him that night. My mum kept her 'research' to herself for over twelve months before telling my dad.

Another story, one night my parents went for a walk. My mum felt a tap on her shoulder. As she turned round she saw a lady dressed in 60's attire- a mini skirt, long boots and with bobbed hair ask for directions (this was early 2000s). My dad saw her too. Next thing she disappeared. My mums shoulder was cold for weeks afterwards.

They've always been susceptible to seeing spirits.

When I was a child my uncle's partner died.

I was devastated. I loved her.
That night, crying in bed, I heard her voice telling me I was her princess.
This freaked me right out.

I sat up, and felt there was someone with me. Looked to the bottom if the bed and there was a woman in a long skirt, with curly hair and kind eyes smiling at me. She had a kind of glow about her and she was all white.

She said to me "shh fatty, it's Ok, go back to sleep"

So I did.

The next morning I described to my mum what I had seen. She went rummaging and found an old photograph and asked if that was the woman.
It was.

It was my mum's mum. Who died when my mum was 8 so I had never met her, and as my mum found it difficult, id never seen the photo of her before. (The only photo my mum had)

I saw her again when my now 9 year old was new born.
I woke to him crying and saw her stood over his cot (which was right next to my bed)
She smiled at Me, put her fingers to her lips then she looked back at my DS.
I looked in the cot and he was fast asleep, looked back up and she was gone.

When I was younger I heard an air raid siren for the first time (think world war bomb siren) and for the first time ever I had a panic attack and was filled with so much sadness it hurt. I couldn't explain it, I would've been to young to hear the horrors of the world wars or even what those sirens meant but even now if I hear them it reduces me to tears.I believe it was from my past life

I feel nauseous and panicky when I hear one too. I am also convinced that I died in a WW2 bomb raid in London.

These are all incredible really. There's so much more than meets the eye.

Makes me nervous too ha

A few strange stories.... my grandad died when i was 11. My gran regularly said over the years how he visited, she'd feel him lay on the bed next to her, hear his breathing at night, etc. When my son was born, he was a few months old and I was holding him and he was staring, fixed on one point behind me. Then I smelt my grandad. It was snuff, which I hadnt smelt since my gd had died, and there was nothing around that could smell like it. The smell sort of wafted past and then disappeared. my son was the first of the great-grandchildren so I truly believe my gd came to visit.

Then there was when my son told me he was excited because he was getting a sister. I found out 2 weeks later I was pregnant, and she was a girl!!!!

We stayed at my grans one night, I was bathing my daughter and she started talking about grandad. She described him perfectly, even though she hadn't seen any pictures. She also told me how he lived in the village we live in and went to the church we walk past. I asked how she knew that and she said her "other mum" told her but she was mean, described this woman who was her other mum before me. I spoke to my gran and she said it sounded just like her mum, who was cold to say the least, neglected gran and put her in foster care... All stuff she shouldn't have known about.

My brother had an "imaginary" friend. For about 2 years all he spoke about was his friend "bert" (not real name...that would be even more outing than the story)
"bert" would drive a certain car...lets say a Ferrari (but not). Every day he would talk about bert picking him up in his Ferrari and they'd go places. He'd go to the seaside, he'd go to the cinema....everywhere. Theyd also play games and just spend all day together everyday. There was another experience every day....All we heard from db was about bert. Then one day he simply said to my mum "berts gone now" and that was it.

Then a few days later I bought my now dh home... His name was "bert" and he drove a "Ferrari"

Yy to past lives and manners of death. Both my parents and I have this.

I reacted very badly to the ww1 trench walk through at the Imperial War Museum. I was 19, but I absolutely had to get out and came out shaking, squeezing then bf's hand. We walked through at record pace. I couldn't bear to be in there and the back ground noises they played really unnerved me. I'd never felt any personal connection to or had any "memories" of ww1 before although from being tiny, loud noises have always made me jump violently and I have an extremely physical reaction to them- especially "bangs". DM thinks I was shell-shocked.

I also react badly to hands anywhere near my neck and shoulders eg massages. I never learnt to break or duck a stranglehold at school self defence classes because I refused to let anyone near me. I also used to cry as a child if a show like miss marple or midsomer showed just a pair of hands reaching for a victim. I still really dislike it. Again, DM reckons I've been round a few times before and got strangled.

As a boy, my dad used to dream about being on a big, old (Lord Nelson era, for example) ship, the deck would be busy and noisy and he would look up and a "big pole" i.e a mast, would fall on him!

Dm was born in the 50s but remembers ww2. As an adult.