Tell me your creepiest story

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I was reading an article on Facebook the other day about children saying creepy things to their parents in relation to a 'past life' that they had remembered.
I'm not sure how much I believe if this but they're fun to read so I'd like to know your creepiest stories that made your hairs stand up and sent shivers down your spine at the time. Just for the sake of it

I'll start. I was bathing 2 of my children (aged 3&4 at the time) and I just popped into my bedroom next door to grab their towels. All of a sudden I heard screaming so I ran back in and you three year old was standing up begging me to get her out (this was unusual as she usually hates getting out the bath and wants to stay in longer) my 4 year old then said "she's scared" when I asked what she was scared of he pointed to the window and said "that man out there..... he looks very scarey"

Here's another comforting-rather-than-creepy one.

When I was pregnant with dc1, I used to walk along the river to work every morning. I could vividly imagine the sensation of a child by my side, though I couldn't see them. (I had no sense of whether it was a boy or girl). I knew the child was unable to speak, and I had to hold their hand and frequently pull them upright as they often stumbled. They got tired easily and I would swing them up into my arms and carry them a while. This happy peaceful child was with me on my way to work every day. It was very pleasant really, the sort of thing you might imagine when you are pg and longing to meet your child.

The only odd thing was that it was a big tall child, maybe five years old. You wouldn't expect a child of that age to have much trouble walking or talking.

I do get premonitions and hunches and suchlike. They are invariably wrong. I can get a strong feeling that my DSis has been in a car crash, I know just where it happened, I ring her up, and she's fine and was nowhere near the place. I joke that if there's such a thing as a sixth sense, I am disabled in it. So of course dc1 turned out to be a nimble child who scampered around from an early age and could chat for England. She babbled continuously as a baby and as soon as she could make herself understood, never stopped asking questions. Rather whiny and hard work as a baby and toddler. Definitely not the child I'd imagined!

Dc2, however, was born seven years later with mild disabilities. She didn't talk until she was quite big. She also had a lot of trouble walking until she was about eight. She stumbled all the time and needed her hand held. I often carried her. Much of the time we used to go along in companionable silence. She's a contented kid, an absolute ray of sunshine. I recently remembered that child I used to imagine - she's it!

@Iwasjustabouttosaythat that thought has crossed my mind! After seeing the “real” midwives the next day I would say her uniform was rather different - so literally could have been anyone! Just got to think that surely the nurses would have noticed a civilian wandering round the ward in the early hours?! But who knows

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I peacemaking! Lov these threads. Dreading going to bed now though lol

'The Reunion', about the Enfield Poltergeist, was repeated today. I heard it last Sunday and listened to it again because it was so fascinating - but also so creepy. I'm the world's least woo person but my God, the hairs on the back of my neck were standing up.

Especially when the growly voice of the 'entity' started singing 'Row, Row, Row the Boat'.......

Well worth catching on iplayer, though probably not alone and late at night

I was in hospital when I was 3/4. There were glass windows in the doors between the rooms (odd really) and the little girl in the room next to mine used to often stand with just her face visible looking in. Pale with dark rings under her eyes. Always sad.

She was always there at lunchtime. My dad worked near the hospital and used to come every lunchtime and bring me treats. I asked one day if the little girl could have some sweets and he looked and saw no one.

When my mum came the next day I asked her too and she suggested to the nurse that the girl could come into my room sometimes and play. My mum told me years later that the nurse went white and told her the girl had died the previous week and the room was empty.

She was very lonely as it was a city hospital and her parents lived so far away and couldn't visit often. I was about 12 when I suddenly remembered the hospital and asked my mum.

No idea what brought the memory back. Started with my telling my mum about a dream I'd had. There was a little girl, and I knew it was me, standing in the living room staring out of the window onto the drive. I remember my grandmother waiting by the car.

I was wearing a blue coat and had bruises down the back of my legs. I had a blood disorder and that was the day they were taking me to hospital. My mum said matter-of factly, 'I remember that coat' and asked me what else I remembered.

So I told her about the little girl. And how one day when the door was open I saw a sheet on a trolley being wheeled by. Asked mum if it had been another child and she said 'No, the little girl's room was the last in the corridor.'

Forgot to add, what was weird was that I wasn't remembering looking out of the window, I saw myself from behind, that's how I saw the bruises down the back of my legs. Had no idea till years later about the blood disorder.

I love these threads too, but wasn’t the Enfield Poltergeist revealed to be a scam? I believe the girls involved openly admitted they faked the whole thing and were shushed by investigators who had books to sell. Plus the girls were caught on hidden camera bending spoons etc. Apparently a ventriloquist who met Janet said she was faking the voices and it was easily done. I’ll still listen to the Reunion though because it is a lot of fun.

Ah, I don't know anything more about it than the programme, Iwasjustabouttosaythat. But they did have three guests who witnessed a lot of what happened, and who were all genuinely unable to provide a rational explanation. They did mention Ray Allen (the ventriloquist) as one of the people visiting, but didn't say anything about him claiming the voice was faked - actually they said the voice wouldn't be possible to fake as it couldn't be shut up and kept rambling on for hours!

The girls didn't want to take part, but they played recent interviews with them in which they also insisted that the events had happened without their volition.

Definitely worth a listen to the programme

I think the actual conclusion (from my time spent on the Fortean Times forum) was that there were real incidents but that the girl Janet felt pressure on her to reproduce those when investigators were present, hence the obvious fakery of some things.

Does anyone know what happened to the house? Presumably they moved out eventually and it’s still there?

There was recently a film made, 'The Enfield Haunting' and I think they used the house (or a nearby one that looked exactly the same). AFAIK it's still there.
www.amazon.co.uk/Enfield-Haunting-DVD-Timothy-Spall/dp/B010TELOOM?tag=mumsnetforum-21

Saracen

I just love your story.

Anymore for anymore?

One morning when I was 14 my sister and I were woken up by a three legged spotty dog sat between our beds and an old woman in a headscarf sat on the chair just looking at us. We both saw it. Calm and collected I went and told my mother.

Two weeks later we found out that my mothers aunt who lived in another country had died the day of the "visit" and there was a problem that no one could look after her dog. We had never met her or even seen a photo but one was produced and lo and behold it was her. She had a three legged dog. The aunt had raised my mother but hadn't seen her in 30 years, she never had any children of her own. I guess she wanted to see us.

Another one: My friend took me for a late night in epping forest. He pulled up to high beech church yard and despite it being 11pm it was full of people wandering around. But they were dressed funny. I noticed they were all greyish and wearing like 18th century clothes. They just looked like normal folk from a distance. It took me a min to clock what I was looking at and I asked my friend what was going on who pointed out it was a churchyard full of ghosts. We left pretty sharpish.

I love these threads! Last year I was at a friend’s house waiting for my boyfriend to pick me up and her son was playing with a toy that played a tune. Later, in the middle of the night I woke up because I could hear that same tune perfectly clearly, as if the toy was in the bed with me. It was creepy but by the morning I’d convinced myself it must have been a dream. Until my 3 year old DS said over breakfast “I woke up in the night mummy and I couldn’t go back to sleep because that tune was so loud”. He then started humming the exact same tune.
I was bloody terrified, I still am when I think about it.

1. We absolutely didn’t have anything in the house that played that tune, in fact I’d never heard it before.
2. I hadn’t told my boyfriend or son that I’d heard it in the night.
3. DS wasn’t with me when I was waiting for the lift so to the best of my knowledge he’d never heard the tune in his life.

I asked my boyfriend about it later and he hadn’t heard a thing. 😩😩😩😩

I've just remembered I have one. My husband was using a shitty Nokia phone as his iPhone was broken.
We were watching the Enfield Haunting (three parts on tv if I remember rightly) and i was scared out of my wits. Hubby got a text message off a number he didn't know - the only text was a postcode.
I googled the postcode - fucking ENFIELD!!!

Family holiday at a cottage some years back. We were all sat round the table having supper when the kitchen door suddenly rattled quite loudly. Our first thought was that the dog had got shut in there but no she was under the table as usual. We opened the kitchen door, nothing unusual in the kitchen, it was a still evening and no windows were open.

Found out later we were in a hotspot for minor earth tremors.

I've just remembered I have one. My husband was using a shitty Nokia phone as his iPhone was broken.
We were watching the Enfield Haunting (three parts on tv if I remember rightly) and i was scared out of my wits. Hubby got a text message off a number he didn't know - the only text was a postcode.
I googled the postcode - fucking ENFIELD

Ha I found this quite funny for some reason. I love this thread!

@queenpop I find it funny now but at the time dh went to bed and I was shitting myself. Never heard from that number ever again, and the phone was too old to screenshot for proof 🤣 I believe in ghosts but dh doesn't I said well that must be the biggest fucking coincidence EVER 😮

@Iwasjustabouttosaythat the house is still there. You can look it up on google maps/street view, it's on green street, the end nearer mollison avenue, on your right if you are going away from mollison ave, it's the parade of houses just before the park on the left.

The ones in the film and series aren't the same houses, just dated ones that are similar.

I’ve got a few.
When I was younger (17/18) I kept having dreams hat seemed to have some meaning a couple of days later.
One I dreamt that I was in my (ex) boyfriends car with his dad driving, and I looked at his dads ear which had a crease down his ear lobe (a sign of heart trouble). I leaned over to him in the car and said “You’ve got a crease in your ear, you should go to hospital.”
The next day, we got a phone call to say that his dad had been rushed to A&E with a minor heart attack.

When my eldest was around 2/3 years old, we bought a house that was about 50 years old. My son kept saying that he could see faces in his bedroom window
He also had a Thomas the Tank engine suitcase that hung on the back of his bedroom door. He couldn’t reach it as it was too high.
One morning, I woke up as normal, got out of bed, opened my bedroom door, and the suitcase was sat there, on the floor, right in the door threshold. My son hadn’t woken up that night, and like I say, he couldn’t reach the suitcase.
That was weird.

When I was little, about 6/7, I was in bed but it was relatively early, probably about half 8, and I could hear scratching behind the bookcase at the bottom of my bed.
I was scared it was a mouse or something (houses were only about 10 years old though), so I shouted my dad upstairs to check. The second my dad came in the room, the scratching stopped. As soon as he went downstairs, it started again. This happened about 3 times, and I presume I just fell asleep after a while.
I was also woken up around the same time, by 3 loud bangs from under my bed. I had drawers under my bed (divan type) so not sure what that was.
And also around that age, I woke up in the night and saw a scary, not human looking figure standing next to my bed and staring down at me. I was too terrified to make a sound and just hid under the covers. It still scares me 25 years later and I’ll never forget.

Reading that back, it makes it sound like I had some alien type creature hiding under my bed for a couple of years

Never really had anything spooky happen to me in over ten years now.

Update: I told a story up the thread about my childhood home and my Elton John keyboard having the keys pressed in the middle of the night.

I looked up a website that has put together all the census records in my area and can tell you who lived in a house and what their occupation was during each census and it turned out a musician lived in my (since condemned) childhood home between the 40s and 60s - it was his fathers house before him too! I'm so freaked out now thinking there was a random spirit of a man in my bedroom 😂

My Auntie several times heard my cousin laughing and babbling in her cot as a baby, which progressed to talking as she became a toddler. She used to point at the chair in the corner and talk about the funny man. We choose to think it was our great Grandad (Auntie's Grandad) as he passed away shortly before my cousin was born, and he had bought and built the chair for my Auntie as a baby, who had kept it and passed it on. Could be utter garbage if course, but it keeps us happy to believe.

I thought I was being haunted by a small child, but soon came across a more mundane explanation. Thought I heard DS wake and get out of bed (heard a thud and a patter of foot steps) but he didn't open the door and call for me as usual. Cue me sat downstairs with sweaty palms talking kindly to this spirit, asking it to leave DS alone. A few minutes later, DS comes out of the bedroom with a crumb covered face, and an onion ring crisp in each hand. I'd taken snacks to bed to watch a film the night before, there were some left, which DS had discovered and pit stopped to eat before calling for me

There's always an explanation for woo stuff. Generally, broadly, it's either: natural phenomenon, overactive imagination, hallucination... or just talking bollocks. (no names but I have seen at least two 'woah it happened to me' posts on woo threads which are classic urban legends.)