To ask whats the weirdest thing thats happened to you?

[CandyCreeper]

Just wondering whats the weirdest thing youve experienced after remembering a very weird thing that happebed to me, I was in the park once a few years ago where I lived (quite a rough area) I was alone in the park except for my 2 children. I was pushing them both on the swings when 2 women and a couple of children walked past. As they approached where I was at the swings (they were on the outside of the park which is on the middle of a housing estate) One of the women stopped and shouted at me “Thats my baby!!” to my son in the swing, he was about 8 months at the time, I looked at her thinking it was some sort of weird joke, and said in a jokey way as didnt know what else to say “im pretty sure I remember giving birth to him” well she didnt react at all and just stood there with the straightest face and repeated “thats my baby!!” at this point I didnt respond. She then just stood there resting on the gate staring at me trying to intimidate me. The weirdst thing was she was with another woman and some kids and none of them said anything, I felt really intimidated and she was just glaring at me and I couldnt leave the park as she was by the gates, so I called my brother. Eventually the other woman and kids began to walk away which encouraged her to! It was the weirdest thing ive ever experienced and luckily never bumped into her again although I Did avoid that park after that. Anyone got any weird things that has happened to them?

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I've been on mnet for more than 10 years and can't remember when the thread request was made but it was definitely before the studio animation. I've never seen the tv version either so that's news to me. No one I've ever mentioned the book to has heard of it either, despite it being a classic.

It was more the fact that it was the exact book that popped into my mind when I read the title even before opening the thread, then finding that it was the book they were looking for that I found a weird coincidence.

We moved into a house when I was about 8 it was a normal council house on an estate nothing spooky about it.
Unknown to me at the time the boy who would become my husband lived 5 minutes from this house.
Most nights I would wake up and hear horses and marching noises I was never scared it was almost a soothing noise and for some reason I always pictured an army of roman soldiers marching past my house.
I never thought about it in the day and it only came into my head whenever it happened.

20 years later I'm laid in bed with my husband talking about our old estate and he tells me this weird story about how he used to wake up in the night to the sound of roman soldiers marching past his house. 🤯🤯🤯

When I was a bit (a lot) younger I looked a bit like a dolly. I was very petite and had long blonde wavy hair. I sort of think this is relevant to the story.

One day I went to visit my finance's nanny in Hendon in London. Afterwards he wanted to watch the Arsenal match and I had no interest so I was going to go to a cafe to read my book. He dropped me off on a corner and I started to walk along the street looking for a cafe.

I walked past two two rough looking dudes who then started to walk behind me.
I had the weirdest feeling. Of course it could have been nothing but I really felt that they were going to grab me .... I started to look for routes/ways to cross the road and get away when there was a 'beep beep'. My finance had come back for me.

He had seen those two rough guys. Had the same thought and feeling. And had turned around and come back for me.

There is no way of knowing (and I am glad we didn't find out) but I really felt I had my life saved that day.

Can I just say when I say my appearance felt relevant to the story - its more because in my head/feelings its linked to how vulnerable I felt. Its not about appearance being linked to victim shaming - just to make that clear.

Does anyone else's eyes prickle and water when they read scary stories, like the ones in this thread? Or when people share ghost stories out loud? It's so weird and a little embarrassing, my eyes start streaming, and I've never seen this happen to anyone else 😂

The umbrella post has made me remember something. DH & I were in London in really hot weather but all of a sudden it started raining & went quite misty. It was very surreal but we came to a shop that almost seemed to appear out of nowhere and it sold......nothing but umbrellas! I wish we’d returned to see if the shop was still there

bumnugget - I’d completely forgotten until I read your post but that used to happen to me! I’ve never met anyone else it happens to either but when I was younger (up to about 40ish) if anyone told me weird/ creepy/ ghost stories, my eyes would water - it wasn’t really actual crying but my face would sort of crumple and my eyes stream - it was really odd.

@tigercub50 were you near the British Museum/ Tottenham court road tube station? There's a huge shop dedicates to umbrellas near there

I was about 8 or 9 at the time, it was a Saturday morning and I had just been given my pocket money which was enough to buy the Beano and a quarter of kop kops.
I was walking back from the shop with my goodies and the walk back was through a housing estate and a green area. As I am walking I can hear some dogs following me. I glance behind me and I can see 3 dogs the leader being a huge german shepherd and the other 2 were mongrols.
They were stalking me and were low to the ground and walking slowly towards me. I started to walk faster towards my house as I could hear one of them growling. I panicked and started to run, here is the weird thing, I could hear another dog growl and I was able to run away from them and made it home.
Fast forward 20 years, my Mum had a fortune teller come round to her house and she told me that I had a guardian angel in the form of a black labrador. Was this the other growl that I heard?
Strange but I know I would have been attacked by those dogs if it not for the 'other' growl scaring them away.

Whilst thinking about these books one day I went into a charity shop and there they both were!

I had similar to this but it was with some picture books. DD picked up an Alfie book from the library and loved it, I told her I used to have loads of Alfie books when I was little and lots of other Shirley Hughes books including one called Helpers and a book called Dogger that was my favourite. I said we could keep an eye out at the library for some more Shirley Hughes books as she really enjoyed the one she'd chosen.

A while later, easily a few months, I was in the local charity shop picking up some stuff for Halloween costumes and I had a browse of the books as I always do. There was a copy of Helpers, half a dozen Alfie and Annie-Rose books, and - best of all - Dogger! I bought them and DD was thrilled to bits.

Now this is the weird bit.

They were my books! When I was a kid I used to write my name and address on the inside back cover because I didn't know back then that only monsters deface books. Right there in the back cover of each book was my name and my childhood address. When I outgrew the books they were handed down to my younger cousins, I currently live in the area where they grew up so it's not outside the realms of possibility that they then passed them onto someone local to them who passed them on and so on and so on until they ended up at the local shop but it was so lovely and unexpected to get my books back after all those years.

Ooh that's given me a warm fuzzy feeling Hooman

Some stories!

I have a few. One was when I was younger, my bf brought back someone to our house. We had a lot of casual friends, but none of us knew this one, bf had met him in the pub and he wanted to buy something, I can’t remember.

Anyway, we did have a few friends who were gruff, were characters etc. But there was something about this man. I didn’t like him at all. I found him really off and couldn’t wait until he left. I then told my bf never again to let him come to our house. My bf told me I was being paranoid and weird. But thankfully bf said he avoided him.

A few months later, I recognized the same man on the news, he’d been arrested for two murders. He’d picked up men in clubs, went back to their house, tied them up, burgled them then killed them.

Still gives me the shivers!

Haha @onemorecupofcoffeefortheroad , at least it's not just me then! 😁

Loving the the thread.

A few years ago I was trying to add someone off tinder to my snapchat. I typed it in but nothing was happening, I’d added someone but the man wasn’t receiving any of my messages. The next day I had a reply from someone with the exact same name as the guy I’d tried to add. He was in America and I’m UK. We had a bit of a laugh over my stupidity etc and we got chatting, became close friends and he even visited. We are now a couple and he is planning to move

Weirdly he had his privacy set to not allow anyone to add him unless they had a friend in common which we obviously didn’t, and when the first guy wasn’t getting any messages I double checked the username which was 100% correct?!

James Smith and Son.Umbrellas since 1830,53 New Oxford Street.....

Over ten years ago now dh and I lived in an old terraced house, it did have a nice warm feeling to it, and if you were in the house alone, it didn't feel like it, hard to explain, not spooky, just as if someone else was there. One morning we got up and went into the living room and every single wire and plug was pulled out of the TV and were laid neatly on the floor, there was a lot of wires as we had the sky box, the amp, the PlayStation, it just looked bizarre. We checked that all doors were locked and they were, and we had a really good terrier guard dog at the time and he would have heard any intruder. I always wonder what happened!!

bit of a horrible one but.....in june last year my niece finished college and started walking home through the (heavily used) woods on the reservoir next door. got half way through and noticed a man with a dog hanging round. her phone rang, was her friend saying she was ditching the afternoon and did she want to go for coffee. She turned round and headed back.

within the next hour the man with the dog picked a random 18 year old student walking through the woods, assaulted her and killed her, then dismembered her and left her body. he involved some family members to help cover it up but he got 31 years for it.

I used to work in an old folks home for an hour or so every week as part of my job.
A new lady had just arrived that morning and joined my group. I didn't know her, she wasn't a local.
We sat down, and she looked at me and said a name. An unusual one. My late DHs father's name and told all kinds of details that I had to confirm with DH later. He wasn't even DH then, we had just got engaged.
How she could have known it all I will never know. She was transferred from the home soon after because of her advanced alzheimers.

This didn’t happen to me - it happened to my MIL but I found it quite weird.

FIL died at the beginning of January, he’d been quite ill for a while, in and out of hospital since the previous summer.

So - he died early Jan but his funeral wasn’t until around 13 Feb (they must have had a backlog or something plus the hospital kept his body for a while to find out what exactly killed him because he had so much wrong with him.

My MIL kept his phone charged during all that time, she didn’t use it, it was incase anyone official contacted him or whatever so she could inform them. Plus she needed names out of it for his funeral.

The night before the funeral she was obviously very upset and was on the phone (her own phone) talking to her sister about the funeral the next day etc when FILs phone started flashing and beeping - one of them reminders came up like an alarm. It said on the reminder ‘my event’ tomorrow.

She took a picture of it and showed me the next day. There it was - the night before his funeral a reminder that it was his ‘event’ the following day...

That's incredible. What a great thread, I've been reading it carefully because I don't want to get scared but it's not a spooky thread at all. Just full of mad stories, I love it.

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I used to work with a GP who did a six month sabbatical in New Zealand in a small coastal town. One night a yacht was run aground on the beach in rough seas. As the man sailing it bailed out he got washed back under the yacht and the keel came down on his leg effectively amputating it high up on the thigh. The Dr was called and did what he could, staunching blood flow and setting up a drip before he was flown away in the air ambulance. He expected the chap to die.

A few years later the Dr was looking around Westminster Abbey and noticed a man with a particular walk suggesting a high amputation and full leg prosthesis. He also noticed the kiwi accent. He spoke to him and it was the guy he had saved after that horrific accident.