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"

My son used to say he had 2 ghosts in his room when he was about 5, he named them.Oscar & Descar & talked to them lots. We thought thry were imaginary friends. But then a clairvoyant came to our house (she was very good with lots of stuff) & said my son was very in tune with the spirit world. She told me he had met my grandad, who died way before my son was born. (When she first came & I asked her to sit down she said she couldnt take the chair I offered cos my grandad was sitting there.) My son was about 13 by then, I asked if he remembered Oscar & Descar. ..he said of course "and the man who used to sit on my bed." I asked him what the man was like & he described my grandad, he had never seen a photo of him, & even if he had, in a photo you wouldn't have been able to tell grandad had one leg shorter than the other...but he described it & the boots grandad wore. This wasn't something my son knew about.
As an adult and living back with me, my son suffers from sleep paralysis. I'm sometimes woken by him screaming in his sleep....and that IS scarey!

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Also...when I was married to my 2nd husband I woke one night with the feeling something was floating just above me. I was scared to open my eyes...when I did there was nothing there. But I realised hubby was awake ...I was about to tell him what had happened when he said "a weird thing just happened... I really felt like I was floating above the bed".
That really freaked me out.

I swear my house that I lived in had a ghost. The day I moved in my mum was making my bed, brand new bed just delivered by Horsley, brand new bedding straight out the packet, new pillows, as she was smoothing the duvet cover she found a sewing needle and she dismissed it as having fallen into the bedding from the manufacturer .
A week later I stripped the bedding, washed it and got it back on the bed, go to bed that night and find another needle in my pillow! It wasn't there all week but it was there when I went to bed.
A couple of weeks later (all these events happened on a saturday) I was cleaning house, I had run a damp cloth along the plinth that was atop the tongue and groove cladding that was on the stairs. I was up and down as you do when cleaning, came down stairs for the umpteenth time to spy a needle on top of the plinth I had wiped down not ten minutes prior. Now I knew I had just looked at that exact spot and no needle so I called my daughter and accused her of trying to fool me. But I could tell she wasn't trying to spook me when she looked more puzzled than I was.
I could tell you loads more but I will just end this by saying one day I was rummaging in a big cupboard and I found an old biscuit tin, it must have been there for ages from a previous owner, I opened the tin to find an embroidery that was unfinished!
Every word of this is true, I did contact some online ghost busters who wanted to visit but I sold that house and moved away not long after finding the embroidery.
If it was an embroidery ghost she was very friendly and never scared me.

When my youngest dd was about 3/4, we went to Bodmin gaol. The plaques of information were way higher than she could see st the time and she couldn't read much back then. Dd was running ahead as we came down a corridor that had a window looking out over the place where they would hang people. We had a quick look and moved on. There is NO WAY dd could have seen any info. We went downstairs and eventually entered the outside place that the window overlooked. Dd looked up and said "This is where people were made to die." I remember looking in absolute astonishment at my sister. If she hadn't been there I wouldn't have believed my ears. There is absolutely no way that dd knew anything before we went or read anything on the way around. And anyway, all the info related to "hanging" which dd wouldn't have had a clue about in those days.

For various reasons I am totally convinced that dd is an "old soul".

A few years back I was walking home alone and started to feel really uneasy, like someone was following me, then I saw a person stood just beyond the street light, couldn't make out any details as it was dark, just that there was someone there and that they were leaning against a wall waiting for something and this feeling that I really didn't want to walk past them. I decided to take a slightly different route home. My new route took me over a high level bridge and as I got there I saw a man sat on the hand rail crying. I called the police and then started talking to him. I stayed and chatted to him until the police arrived. He had been planning to jump, I don't know what happened to him after, I left once the police had got him in the car, but I hope he got the help he needed.

I've had the same feeling twice since, 2nd time I had got to the end of my road where I can either walk round the front of my block of flats or round the back, both same distance but front is lighter so I usually go that way, anyway walked round the back because I couldn't shake this feeling that I really didn't want to go round the front and just after I got in I heard sirens, there had been a fight and someone had been stabbed.

3rd time was walking in the snow and just felt really weird, much stronger feeling than ever before and I slowed right down and looked behind me half expecting there to be someone there, stopped and gave myself a little mental shake, just as I went to move again a car came screeching round the corner far too fast and skidded in the ice, mounting the pavement about 6ft in front of me, which is roughly where I would have been walking had I not stopped.

So yeah, it looks like I have a guardian angel that appears in the form of a very sinister feeling.

@VedderEdder

The Disco boy was in a club called TOTS (Talk Of The South) in Southed on sea.

Aargh, I meant Southend!

I think about posting this every time we get one of these threads but never do as it’s quite long. When I first moved to this area (about 25 years ago) the temp agency sent me to this company as office manager/PA to the M.D.. The building was an older building but in a new industrial park. I knew nothing about the history of the area at the time but have learnt a bit since.

The job was OK, nothing too demanding. But the building was something else. I had an glass walled office looking into a short corridor. There were a couple of offices off this, including the MDs and the board room at the end. Nothing else led off it and it was a complete dead end. I’d frequently see a figure walk past the window, so I’d pick up my bosses messages and head up to his iffice. It was always empty. I’d check the other offices and nothing. I’d see this figure several times a week, always in the afternoon but the offices were always empty - he was away at meetings a lot. Sometimes I’d sit in my office feeling watched, things would move around my desk, vanish and turn up again.

In the board room there was a full size tournament snooker table with lights and electronic score board. Not so mad as it was related to the business. I would sit in my office and hear the balls clicking and rolling on the table. I’d check the board room and find the table lights on, balls scattered all over the table and the scoreboard lit up. No one around and they could not have left without passing me. Occasionally I’d do a stint on reception. We were on the first floor with stairs up from the street. I’d hear footsteps on the stairs but noone came in. There was no where else the stairs went. The office did have a reputation for being haunted. Others experienced stuff but not on the level I seemed to. It got to the stage that I was seeing this figure and hearing the snooker balls moving several times a day. It hadn’t bothered me too much but now I was starting to feel freaked out but I needed the money.

About 2 weeks before Christmas it was one of those days where it’s so overcast it never feels like it gets light. I was standing in the kitchen with a coffee, the room was freezing despite the radiators. I had my bum perched on one as it was so cold. It had been an odd day, I felt really unsettled. I suddenly had a feeling that I had to go now, this instant. It felt like something was yelling GET OUT!!! at me. I grabbed my bag, made some excuse about puking up and left. The next day I called the agency and told them I wasn’t going back.

Last year dh bought me a book on local ghosts. Sure enough this building is in there. The industrial park is built on an old WW2 air base and the old building I worked in was the pilots mess. The ghost is believed to be a pilot who died when his plane crashed on landing. Now I’m quite old, my dad was quite old when I was born and served in the RAF during WW2 and, yes, he was stationed at this air base. This is something I’ve only found out about in the last few years. He would definitely have known the building and more than likely knew the pilot. Sadly there were many who never returned, and he would have known most of them. The whole thing was very odd. I still feel funny if were are over that way. There’s a parcel depot over there and if we ever have to pick something up I still send dh!

Another one.

A few years back i had a dream that someone was going to die.It was so real the dream that i woke up feeling very shakey.I really thought i was going to wake up to ad news.

Anyway i have a lot of elderly relatives.I thought it was going to be one of them.It didnt reveal in the dream who it was.

Anyway a few weeks pass and we get a call to say my cousins daughter had died.Quite unexpected,she was only 19.It really freaked me out.

This isn't as scary as some of the stories on here but it freaked me out at the time. PILs invited DH, DD and me to stay with them at a holiday 'cottage' in Yorkshire. It was absolutely beautiful - a huge converted coach house that used to be attached to a large manor house. The manor house was long gone and the coach house was all that was left.

It had a strange layout where many rooms were attached to each other - for example the room DH and I were staying in could be entered through a bathroom or through DD's room but didn't have its own door. The house was in the middle of nowhere and it was the sort of place that was so quiet and dark at night time that your own heart beat would keep you awake.

I don't know if the fact I was about 5 months pregnant at the time had anything to do with it but I had major problems getting to sleep at night (not normally an issue for me). I seemed to be hyper aware of everything and would lie there with my eyes screwed up tight convinced that if I opened them something would be very close to my face staring right back at me.

I would put DD - then 3 - to bed in the evening with the light off and each time I checked on her before I went to sleep the light would be on and her favourite teddy that she would cling to in her sleep (still does now at 13) would be on the floor. So rationally she could have been getting out of bed and switching the light on (she never asked for this before going to bed though) and throwing her teddy out of bed each time but this was so unlike her usual behaviour - she would normally fall straight to sleep and stay like that until the morning. Whatever was going on I felt completely unsettled for the whole stay and was glad to leave at the end of the holiday which was a shame as it was such a gorgeous place.

PILs offered to re-book and invite us back the next year - I said a very polite 'no thank you'.

Grown up dd was pushing 3 yr old cousin on a swing, when she started talking very matter of factly about her daddy being very ANGRY! and the house burning down. Since her daddy is a particularly chilled type dd was very taken aback and said she was sure her daddy would never be like that.
'Oh, not THAT daddy,' said little cousin. 'I mean my OTHER daddy, before.'
Her mother told us later that she came out with similar things now and then until she was 4 or 5, when it stopped.

I've heard the same from a friend whose little nephew used to come out with things they thought he couldn't possibly have known at such a young age.
When asked how he knew, he'd just say - again quite matter of fact - 'Oh, I learned that when I was here before.'
But again, it stopped by the time he was about 5.

When I was about seven and my brother five, I remember I used to count the family. Mum, dad, brother and me, and it always felt 'wrong'. One day we were sitting at dinner and I said 'is someone upstairs?' No. 'Someone's missing...' It always felt that there was someone who should have been there, but wasn't. My family all remembered me doing it, and remembered the day at dinner.

About ten years later I learned that my mother had a stillborn baby boy before me (I am the eldest). It was never spoken of again, and I only found out through an aunt.

I must have freaked my parents out horribly with my 'counting' and assurances that someone was missing, but they never said a word. We recently found where the baby was buried, and left flowers for him, but I like to think that he was still around, somewhere, and that was what gave me the feelling. Or I could have picked up a 'there should be another child' vibes from my mother without knowing...

When my DS was about 2, he told me we share our flat with a man in a black coat. We went out for a bit and when we came back my black coat was on the floor I've never felt/experienced anything here though.

Joining this thread late. Love the woo.

JoyceDivision

Me too

Now playing on Radio 4

The Reunion
www.bbc.co.uk/radio/player/bbc_radio_fourfm

Worth listening too if you want a spooky story. The voice is creepy.

I've had a few very vivid, very strange dreams right before bad things happened. The first few times I tried to explain it away as coincidence, but the last couple of times it's getting a bit hard.

The first one I remember was when I was about 10. My DGP's had very good family friends named the Walkers who we saw all the time. I dreamed a night or two before Easter that everyone was sitting around the table at the Walkers house, my DP's, my DGP's, my DB and I and the Walkers, all except Mrs. Walker. I asked in the dream where Mrs. Walker was and her DH said that she'd died. I woke up shocked, but thought it was just a weird dream. She collapsed and died suddenly while serving Easter dinner. My DGP's were there, but we weren't. I passed if off for years as a coincidence.

Next was right before I started Uni. I had a dream that I was in a plane crash. I was standing on the beach and people were screaming. There was fire on the water and people were looking for survivors, and I remembered the sensation of the plane crashing and then being on the beach. Two or three days later a plane went down into the ocean about 2 hours from where I lived and over 200 people were killed. People saw the plane go down in flames from the shore.

I had a lot of dreams about burning buildings and crashing planes in the weeks before 9/11.

I was supposed to go to Thailand for a week in January 2005. Just before Christmas I kept having dreams that I couldn't go because I was trapped underwater. Tsunami hit on Christmas Eve and the trip was cancelled.

My DGM was diagnosed with cancer and died within 2 weeks about 9 years ago. While I didn't have any dreams about that, about 8 days after she passed (I was overseas and unable to get back to be with her) I had a dream that she was sitting on the edge of my bed in my apartment, that she had never seen, with my soon to be DH sleeping next to me, and she told me she was ok and that my DGF would be with her very soon, and she knew I loved them but that I musn't be upset and sorry she missed the wedding, then she gave me a hug. My DGF died less than 2 days later sitting on his chair.

Had a bit of a tiff with my BF about 2 years ago and we didn't speak for a week or two, and then I had a dream that I was at her funeral and crying. I woke up the next day and sent her a message. She never responded and I was wondering what I should text her next to try and apologize. Her DH called me that afternoon and told me she'd passed away from heart failure in her sleep the night before.

I've also had a couple weird experiences of seeing vague dreamy "people" standing where they'd died, once in a bathroom in my uni (girl had hung herself several decades before from the rafters) and the other a young man standing and looking at a cross put up by Mother's Against Drunk Driving.

Thing is this all runs in my family, my DM, DB and my aunts and uncles have had similar dreams and experiences. My DM kept telling me she was having weird dreams that I was going to go into labor while she and DF were in Malaysia, and kept waking up in the middle of the night waiting for the phone to ring, even though everything was fine and I was still 3 months from DS being born. He came early, 2 days before they were due to return and I had to call them in the middle of the night.

My uncle was in a horrible accident where he lost both arms (he was an linesman with the power company, went up to do routine work and asked the guy back at the power station if he'd turned off the power to the area, the guy was drunk and said yes, but actually he hadn't). He remembers nothing after the electricity got him except a dream that he was sitting next to his hospital bed looking at himself with no arms, but he was holding his daughter (who wasn't born until a week later and he didn't know it was going to be a girl), and a voice said, you can't give up (daughter's name) needs you. It was tough and he thought of suicide a lot during the years after, but the dream kept him going.

SoulToSqueeze

My kitchen is directly off the living room and does not have an outside door so the only way in and out is through the single door. (There is a window but I have arthritis).

SO I was making food and chatting to my carer, I turned to the hob to stir something and he had walked into the living room, I turned the hob down and followed him.

He freaked, 'how did you do that' apparently he saw me walk out of the kitchen and followed me.

Neither of us have a logical explanation.

I listened to the Reunion. It was so strange. All these rational people discussing what happened. I must read more about the Enfield Poltergeist.

Ooh, I'll definitely listen to The Reunion when I get a chance. Thanks for posting that Katchit.

It's such a fascinating case, whether you're a woo believer or total skeptic. Last year I read Will Storr vs The Supernatural (on the recommendation of a MNer) and he writes about it in detail.

My very mentally alert grandmother was admitted to hospital woth pneumonia at 98. She was previously very physically fit apart from being slightly deaf. My mum, aunt, sister, bil and my dh were sitting on chairs around her bed. She was struggling to breath but very lucid.
She suddenly became quite distressed saying "I can't hear her. What's she saying?".
When we asked who she meant, she said "the woman sitting on the bed. She's talking to me. I can't hear her".
Shortly after this her breathing slowed and she peacefully died.
I didn't really believe in any afterlife but can't help wondering if some spirit or similar had come to help her pass over.

When my uncle was in hospital he was unconscious.
2 days before he died,he sat up and said my mams name[deceased] and my cousin [deceased].He said their name as clear as anything.W think they came to help him over.

My 3rd son was born when my other 2 where 12 and 13.
I was upstairs feeding the baby,looking out on to the landing.Seen my middle son come out of the loo and straight into his bedroom across the hall.Literally 2 seconds later the same son comes up the stairs.And in to his bedroom.I put the baby down and went in.And he said he was only downstairs and not in the loo.
My elder son and him look nothing alike.

I've thought of another one. When I was little, my paternal grandmother died. I was also very close to my teaching assistant at that time. In the middle of the night, I dreamt that the TA met with my grandma in Heaven and grandma told her that I liked custard. I didn't - but guess what we had for lunch the next day! And another thing that struck me as odd was the fact that she said to me, when I told her, "Tell your dad I'm very sorry." I didn't think of it at the time - but how did she know that it was my dad's mum, not my mum's mum?

Had one yesterday, DH manages a charity shop and I volunteer on Saturday, the shop was locked up DH was in the office up stairs I was on my way down stairs to the shop, the door at the bottom of the stairs was open, I heard the very distinctive 'swish' of someone looking through a rail of clothing I thought DH had forgotten to lock up and there were customers down stairs, I called out I am very sorry we are closed now, but when I went into the shop there was no-one there, the front and backdoor were locked, no one could have got into the shop, no-one could have left the shop, yet I know what I heard.