To start a new creepiest/scariest/unexplainable stories thread?

[RightYesButNo]

I love these threads, and have my own past favorites (Savernake Forest, etc). I’ve gone through all the old ones, here and on the Unexplained board, and I’ve run out.

Excuses for a new thread: I have a shite-my-pants-terrifying doctor’s appointment tomorrow and could really use the distraction, it felt like autumn outside this morning, and we might have new people on the site to share since the last thread.

So... share your most bizarre and creepy story with us, if you have a moment?

Oh and no he's not fucking with my head knowing I had been seeing him for years. It was after that first call, and we met again and were talking about the random meeting that I told him. That's why I easily gave him my number even though we'd only talked for a few minutes. Not something I usually do give my number to strangers. I have a snap account I usually give out as my number is linked to my SM.

Placemarking for later!

@Standstilling:

Those forest ranger tales are so well written. People were contacting David Paulides, who writes the Missing 411 books, asking him to conduct an investigation.

At that point the author of the threads admitted they were fiction - mysterious abandoned staircases and all.

They are still a great way to pass a few hours and I half wish they were true.

I was in hospital and could sense something about an area of the ward, so I asked a member of staff if they had any creepy stories. They said that there was something but didn't want to talk about it. I found another member of staff a few days later, they asked me what I thought, I said what I'd been thinking, the member of staff replied I was spot on & went on to say other stuff the two entities did.

One night I was feeling a bit upset, I had no one in the bed next to me, but I could sense someone was stood by me watching me. I didn't turn around or anything, thinking it was in my mind. As I processed what had happened which upset me, I thought in my head if I die I'm coming back to haunt the ward, at that point I felt something touch my arm in a comforting way.

I never felt scared at all, the entities were more mischievous than anything.

Another time I was in the kitchen, after a relative died a few weird things had happened. Once I woke again after being upset, I saw them by my feet, shimmering if that makes sense. I felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders.

Another time I was in a room sorting out some stuff, again having a bad day, the door was shut, I knew I was the only person in the room. I felt a comforting hand on my back, obviously I jumped, as I wasn't expecting it. After then I would talk in my head or out loud, as I was sure someone was with me.

I can sense stuff, only a few times have I been somewhere with a really bad atmosphere. In one place, a group of us had been ok together, no problems, we were kind of touring for a bit. As soon as we got to this one place we were staying, each of us were affected in different ways. We all felt like we were being drained, the other people couldn't sense what I did, I felt pretty ghastly, another person had breathing problems which they'd not had since they were a child. It was a relief to get out of there. We found out the people that stayed before we did had similar issues, even children were getting lethargic and having bad tummies etc. There wasn't really a reason for it.

This kind of stuff really fascinates me.

My old childhood home, I was relieved in a way I couldn't stay there as it always gave off a bad vibe. You felt like something unpleasant was with you. The opposite side of that is sensing someone is about, but it doesn't worry you as you can sense they're ok. They mean no harm at all.

I found out when I was younger that I had certain gifts, going to a psychic fair I was told that I had the gift. I laughed it off. A few years later I was paying for a reading, the person said you know you have the ability to do this too. I have done lots of different things for others & always been spot on.

I don't think if you have such a gift you shouldn't charge. If you're going to use it, do so to benefit others. People turn to those who say they're talented in times of crisis, I remember paying for a baby reading, paying a fortune and she just told people what they wanted to hear.

There's different stones that can help you so they say. I guess the most important is black tourmaline or obsidian which is a protection stone. Then clear quartz is meant to help all round, it depends what you want to try and achieve.

I love these threads. Mine is one from many years ago when I was a student. Lived in a big old house with five other girls. Each of us had our own room but mine was a new extension although was tiny. A box room really. Anyway even though everyone else had these large rooms and mine was the smallest everyone used to pile into mine for group/house chats and it's was the lightest sunniest room. The others felt "off". We had a house party one night and a friend who was not prone to flights of fancy; she was a science student and very matter of fact, she stayed overnight sleeping on the sofa in the lounge. Next morning she looked white as a sheet said she'd been disturbed by noises and sensations she had been touched. We all put it down to get having too much to drink night before but there was other unexplained things which happened and there wasn't a nice atmosphere in the house. Felt dark and morbid. We all moved out and when speaking to the owners found out that previous owners were funeral directors and had used the house for their business. Very strange.

Excuse typos!

@Banterlope I was in another part of the UK so never met nick pope, nature of the civil service but you got to hear about good posts to apply for, should they come up. Ah well, all in the past now.

Meanwhile, I was chatting with mum last night and I think she may have a story or two, if I can tease them out of her.

Not creepy but definately a bit woo. My Grandma used to live next door to us so my first 5 years I saw her daily until she had a stroke and moved to a geriatric hospital that we visited but she never left, and we then moved house. Apparently she doted on me (first grandchild) but I don't have many specific memories of her. Except her waking me up the evening of my 6th birthday to say she loved me and happy birthday. I woke up the next morning and mentioned to my parents that Grandma visited and they told me she had died overnight.

My DF told us that he had a dream that he was walking down a road towards my DM (who had passed 10 months earlier) and she was walking up towards him. He died, very suddenly, and very unexpectedly, 2 days later.

The Savernake Forest story is TERRIFYING, glad I read that in the daylight and not at 3am.

I only have one story- I woke up at 6am and just thought "Grandma is dead". I found out a few hours later that she'd died around 6am. When my parents told me, I didn't tell them about the thought. It freaked me out.

Placemarking, I've got so many stories, I'll have to think of my best ones.

@Counterpane oh no! They had me completely. Is there something online about their admission?

First time I've been by myself in the house for 6 weeks as DC have gone back to school today. Once they'd gone i sat and had a catch up on new stories on here and went for a shower. I was to scared to close my eyes even when i got shampoo in them 😂 walking around now with red eye like I've been smoking wacky backy all morning. Great thread just terrifying!! I'm such a wuss but can't help read it

Blimey. I have a few encounters. This is my first MN post BTW, so hello everyone! Here we go... Will do them as separate posts.

Growing up, we lived in a council house, fairly nice area, house was about 20-30 years old. I had the larger room and my younger brother the box room. In the large room, at night I used to fall asleep feeling like someone was holding my hand and caressing it with their thumb, which I found comforting. In my young brain, raised as a Catholic, I just thought it was Jesus saying goodnight.

A few years later, at the age of puberty, while settling to sleep, I started hearing voices, definitely not in my head, I heard them in the room, it was a couple of people talking in a low whisper, I couldn't ever make out more than a word here or there as they spoke over each other. The more I strained to hear what was being said, the more voices I would hear. More voices joined in, all whispering / muttering over each other and the more voices I heard the louder it got, until it became a cacophony. I'd end up putting my hands over my ears and shout at them to stop. I'd take my hands off my ears and all was quiet again.

It was really frightening and to this day I've no idea who was talking. But it was not my imagination. I was a teenager, a sensible one at that.

Anyway, a few months later, my mum said it was time for me to move into the box room, it was only fair that my brother got a few years in the big room. I'd never really gone into my brother's room before, as it was so tiny, we used to always play in my room.

When I moved in, all it fitted was a wardrobe, single bed and dressing table. From the door threshold it was a few steps to the bed.

The odd thing about this room was you'd step over the threshold and it was like walking into a fridge. It was a terraced house and a small room, so made no sense. It also felt oppressive and like I was being watched, by something not friendly.

One day I was at my dressing table and put a hairbrush down on it, then turned around to get something from my wardrobe, turned back and my brush was on my bed, confused, I put it back on the dresser, turned back to my clothes in the wardrobe, picked out a top, turned back and the brush was on the bed again.

I was really freaked out and started questioning my sanity, so I used to 'test' it, whatever 'it' was and my belongings kept being moved. Nobody else was in my room except me.

My room was at the top of the stairs and whenever I needed to go downstairs I used to run down them as it felt like someone / something was behind me at the top and I felt that they would push me.

It was so scary, that I confided in my best friend, she lived a two minute walk from me and she didn't mock me, she said that she'd experienced strange goings on in her family home too, things moving and when she was in the bathroom she'd hear feet shuffling outside the door!

Difference being, she actually spoke to her parents (I didn't speak to mine or my family about it) and they got a spritualist in. The spiritualist said their house was haunted by a monk, rather randomly he was a disgraced monk and there were a number of them that had been disgraced in his group of monks, not sure what the collective noun for monks is! They had to get a priest in to bless the house and get rid of him.

Anyway, we eventually moved house and in my late teens I was watching TV with my mum and brother and something about spirits / ghosts came on. My brother piped up and went, "Mum, look! Just like our last house!" My mum shot him a stern look to shush him, I asked what was going on, she said they hadn't wanted to scare me, but the last house had spirit activity, my mum kept seeing a tall shadow pass along down the hallway isr nights after we were in bed and get this....

My brother saw a hooded figure at the top of the stairs outside the box room, he told mum that it looked like a monk.

I was speechless and utterly freaked out.

Fast forward years later, I since learn there's an ancient abbey / monestary 1-2 miles from our old house!

I hated that house. Wouldn't ever want to go back there.

Another one, a few years ago my friend was ill and in hospital with a blood clot, he'd had one before and was treated for it with no issues and discharged and so back again he was in good spirits in hospital. I planned to visit him that weekend, on the Sunday.

On the Friday night, as I was dropping off to sleep, a vision popped into my head of me at his funeral, it made me jolt awake and I chastised myself for being so morbid. His GF had visited him that very day on her birthday and he was his usual jolly self.

Next morning I woke up bolt upright at 6:30am and was wide awake, unsettled and not able to sleep.

Note, I'm not a morning person and have to set my alarm at least an hour before having to get up, so that I can snooze it and wake up slowly.

Later that day, I was getting ready for a party and my phone rang, it was my friend's girlfriend. She was hysterical. My friend had passed away suddenly at 6:30 that morning.

Two weeks later, at his girlfriend's request, I did his eulogy at his funeral.

Still miss his cheery face. His GF said he wouldn't have wanted me to remember him in hospital.

And I've another!

My darling Nan passed away in 2014, she was my world, I loved her more than anyone (more than my parents, but that's another story!). Anyway, she was so fit and healthy, she went to the gym, swimming, dancing, day trips etc... 82 years old and didn't use a stick and had all her marbles still. She was so amazing.

So when she got a rare cancer that took her in less than a year, I was shellshocked. So much so, I wasn't able to grieve. I'm the sort of person that cries at adverts or the news. But I just couldn't cry.

I started going off the rails a bit, drinking too much and slept with a few guys, very out of character, but I was single at the time and I think I needed some sort of comfort / contact and wanted to forget the pain I was feeling.

Then a few months later, I wasn't able to sleep, so sat up until gone 1am watching TV alone in my house. When all of a sudden a huge wave of sadness swept over me, all the tears and pain I'd been somehow keeping in all just came out right there. I was hysterical, literally wailing like a wounded banshee (heaven knows what my neighbour must have thought!) and I was heaving so hard with sobbing that it actually hurt my body, I felt like my heart would literally break in two right there.

Whilst crying my eyes out, I saw a really bright white light flash out of the corner of my left eye, as the light flashed the pitch in the room also changed. The only way I can describe the pitch is imagine you've got the TV on, but it's muted, then you turn the TV off, the high pitch changes when you turn it off, despite the sound being turned off.

Then I felt this warmth envelope me like a really lovely oversized hug. It was so comforting. I immediately stopped crying and feeling slightly crazy saying it out loud, I whimpered, "Nanny, is that you?"

The minute the word "you" left my lips, an actor on the TV show I was watching shouted out my Nan's name. Nothing else, just her name. Turns out that her name was the name of a bit-part character in the drama I was watching, but it's an old fashioned and not very common name.

The fact that the minute I asked if it was her and her name was shouted out shocked me.

With that, the 'hug' disappeared and the pitch went back to normal.

I feel she's around me, sometimes I smell her perfume, the other week I drove to London to visit her grave, as I came out of the cemetery in my car I was crying, as I reached the gates to leave, a song played at her funeral came on the radio, it's a really obscure song, never even charted and there it is, being played on Radio2 as I leave her graveside while upset.

I also glanced in my rear view mirror in my car the other week on my way to work and saw her on my back seat behind the the passenger seat. Just for few seconds.

I've never felt scared when it's her.

Can someone summary the left right rest game for me please? I tried to read it last night and had no idea what was going on!

When our little Siamese cat passed away we were both devastated. We loved him so much - he really was special. He occasionally visits in the night. I feel him jump on the bed at the exact spot he always used to and then pad over to nudge the duvet open so he can sneak in for a cuddle. I don't see him but feel his lovely silky fur laying next to me.

Place marking!

Have a story I may share later...

Awww. Cotton. That's lovely. I haven't had my beloved pets visit.

Although I did feel someone sit on the edge of my bed the other morning after my DP left for work. Spooky, but I wasn't scared.

A funny creepy one.

Just moved into a new house, I now have an ensuite. Having never had an ensuite before I am unsure of proper midnight peeing protocol.

Got up in the night to pee, half asleep so I didn't shut the door to the bedroom, didn't turn the light on as it's really bright. All of a sudden a pale shape rushed past the door. I screamed. The pale figure screamed. I screamed again.

I fumbled for the light cord and switched it on. It turned out that DH had woken to the sound of me in the loo, decided it was the loo in the other bathroom overflowing so had dashed out of bed to sort it out. I'd had a dog soldiers moment and he had no idea I was in the bathroom. We'd just stood in the dark screaming at each other.

I have a great story of an experience with a medium.

I went to a local spritualist church, I've been told by so many mediums that I have 'the gift', which I am inclined to believe, given all the first hand experiences I've had, but I'm just not brave enough to dabble in it.

Anyway, these medium nights are in a small community centre, only costs a couple of quid to get in (which covers hall hire) and the level of accuracy and expertise of the mediums can really differ, but I go as I find it fascinating.

So there's this medium, I've never met her or anyone else there before and she comes to me saying she has my Nan with her.

I said that's lovely, but my Nans are both alive (which they were at the time) and said it must be a message for someone else. The lady insists this Nan is there for me and she's not a Great-Gran or family friend, the medium is insisting the spirit is my Nan, even going some way to describe her. Which I can't place.

I say again, it's not my Nan. Not unless one of my Nan's had just passed away that night!

She asked if she could continue with my reading, I agreed and she started off saying I was getting lots of very hurtful and upsetting text messages from a woman called Sue and this Sue was trying to create divides in the family. She added not to worry as the family knew I was "blameless".

This was shocking, as my Mum is called Sue, she's an alcoholic sadly and the drink made her very nasty and abusive, she was being vile to me over text (as I refused to talk to her when she was drinking) and she was telling the family how I was delusional and making things up (I wasn't). So hearing that my family knew I was 'innocent' was great to hear.

She then said there was a close man in my life annoying me at present who would be out of my hair soon. I had my brother living with me and my husband temporarily while between houses and he was doing my head in! 🤣 He moved out a few weeks after the reading.

Then she said I'd move house and change jobs at the same time within six months. I had no intention of doing either. But I got offered a career change at the company I worked for and at that same time, my 10 year relationship with my husband unfortunately broke down and I moved out as I couldnt cope with the stress of rows at home while starting a new job.

She also told me that I had a stomach condition that blighted me. I have chronic IBS.

Then she added that my "Nan" loved me and is with me all the time, even if I don't know if. Even though at this point, I'm still telling her my Nans are alive.

Anyway, end of the night, I help to pack away the folding chairs and the medium who has done another six readings that night after mine comes over to me and taps me on the shoulder.

She goes, "Look, I'm so sorry to be insistent, but this lady won't leave me alone. She's upset and frustrated that you won't acknowledge that's she's your Nan." I shrugged sympathetically and apologise and say I can't make it fit, I spoke to both my Nans that week.

She closes her eyes, takes a few deep breathes, touching my arm and whispers out loud to the ether, "You need to give me a bit more to go on sweetie... "

She then sighs, opens her eyes and says to me, "She's just said the name Anne, she said you will understand Anne."

I said, Anne is my middle name and my Mum's middle name and that we were named after......

Then I shiver and go cold. My Mum was given the middle name Anne after her birth mother, who's Christian name was Anne!! When my Mum was three years old, Anne died and my Mum was adopted. By the lady she still obviously calls Mum to this day and who I call my Nan. Of course, she's all I've ever known as my Nan.

Yes, I knew about my Mum's birth Mum dying when my Mum was three, but on that evening I just
genuinely didn't put two and two together until she said her name.

The medium's face lit up. She said, Anne is telling me she died in her late 40s of a stomach problem, but not the same stomach issues you have, so don't worry. I didn't know the facts, but later found out from family that Anne was 47 and died of Bowel Cancer.

The medium knew more than I bloody did!!

As I was getting ready to leave, the medium said that I may not have met Anne, but that family bond is there and if I ever need her that I just need to call upon her as she is by my side.

It was utterly freaky and yet, so lovely and comforting. She couldn't have ever known what she told me. Blew me away.

Place marking! Love spooky stories! 👻

Our Siamese cat died too Cottongusset and my dad, who was the least woo person ever, said he used to feel him jump on the bed.
I was putting on my makeup at my own house one day, not actually thinking of the cat at that moment, when I heard his distinct meow in the house. He’d never been to my house as he lived with mom and dad but I like to think he came to say hello and that he was ok.
After my dad died I was washing the car one day, so in and out with buckets of water, when I smelled orange strongly. It was there for a few minutes and then just faded away.
Some things just can’t be explained.