To need another strange happenings/spooky things thread

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I've been off work with flu. Between naps I've gone through the unexplained large threads that I haven't already read.
I've read some brilliant cf threads too.
Basically I'm looking for some entertainment whilst I'm off!
The only one I can think of is when ds was a baby. He would start the night off in his own room and invariably end up in with us on the floor above when we went to bed and he woke. One night we woke to him crying and dh jumped out of bed only for me to realise that the baby was in with us, latched on and out for the count. I know that they can cross frequencies or whatever but we are both convinced it was his actual cry and not a strangers baby. Plus we know everyone in the area we live and no babies! It was creepy.
Oh and just thought of another one. Back before we had children we were fast asleep and woken in the early hours by our bed shaking. We looked at each other and mumbled something about a ghost and went back to sleep!! Turns out it was a small earthquake. very unusual where we live. Instead of thinking it may be that the conclusion we came to was that it was a ghost

Are you thinking of the post with the story about Savernake Forest? I drove past that area today and it always makes me think of that.

I was on a day trip with my exh to see a cathedral in the early 1990's on a cloudy overcast day day. As we wandered around the outside I was admiring the stone work and reached up to touch some letters that had been carved many, many years before.
Suddenly my vision went fuzzy and I was stood in bright sunshine beside the cathedral. I looked around confused and realised that all the buildings had gone and I was looking at green meadows with small fire pits and workman dotted around. Looking up I saw the cathedral was in the process of being built and looking down at myself, I was wearing a long dress and carrying a basket of food. I could even smell the fires and the warm sunny air.
Everything went fuzzy again and I was back where I was holding on to the wall.

Now I would put it down to an overactive imagination except that my exh asked me where I had gone and looked really cross. He said that he'd turned around to look at something that he'd just past and when he turned back to ask me a question I was not there. Wondering where I'd gone, he turned around in a circle and when he'd gone a full 360 degrees, I was stood where he'd last seen me - next to the cathedral wall in front of him. I never told him what I saw and just said I'd been stood there the whole time as exh is not very open minded but he was adamant that I had disappeared and had been messing him about despite there being nowhere that I could have hidden.

The night my Dd died. I was in bed when i heard her come up the stairs. She sat on the bed, I felt the weight of her sitting down. She told me I know what your having( I was 7mths pregnant ).
I got up and went to look for her. The next morning I told DH she has been in the house during the night.
The police came to the house and told me she had been found dead. I told them she had been here during the night.
It wasn't until they were checking cctv they told me it was impossible for her to have been here.
I'll never understand what happened, as it was so real. For a long time after i was still convinced she was here.
When the case went to trial, they showed the cctv footage, it was only then I knew it must have been a dream.

Catsoncatnip the buzz is like a momentary electric shock in my brain and I know the noise is generated inside my mind but it fills my head if that makes sense. Typing it sounds like it's some sort of malfunction in the brain and that I may have a problem but the werid all- knowing looks I get from the stranger I'm passing when I've 'gone back in time' freak me out a bit and it's happened all my life so I don't think I'm imagining it. It only happens when someone is walking towards me, never if there's no one crossing my path. I know before that it'll happen as well.

@BreconBeBuggered yes that’s the one!

@RingPiece that reminds me of how the outlander books describe the sound of the stones (which are meant to be on ley lines). Maybe Diana Gabaldon has experienced this phenomena herself🤔

Alternatively there are seizures that can cause deja vu or lapses of time (the poster with the headache after sounds very likely to have had some sort of seizure).

My mum lived in a basement flat in Balham south west London. I was newborn her and my dad hated it the whole time they lived there, if the tv was on the radio would turn up and telly would go on mute, and if the radio was on it would go off and tv would go on full volume, cutlery would bang on the draining board and knives were always on floor next morning.
The scariest thing was though if you smoked, the fags would bend backwards and burn you to drop it. And the final night in the house before they walked out my dad was walking to bed and stood on something and heard someone say Ow. He turned around nothing was there, he's flown into bed now and he felt someone get in and breathe down his neck but it was icy cold he thought it was my mum so turned around to say goodnight, no one was there. They both packed up there stuff and left the next morning and stayed with my nana until something else was available to rent.

@ParkheadParadise So sorry for the loss of your DD

@ParkheadParadise sorry didn't mean to include that face in the post

In our old house, not long after DD2 was born in the middle of the night ( I was wide awake) she was stirring a bit and I heard a male voice shh'ing her and telling her it was ok. My partner was fast asleep and it wasn't his voice. Also had things like hearing a man over DD1s monitor which MIL heard to. They were standard monitors so nobody could interfere with them.
Paperwork in the fridge and things moving.
Nothings happened in the new house but I like to think it was my grandad who passed while I was pregnant with DD2 but he didn't know.

@ParkheadParadise so sorry for your loss. It seems quite common these vivid dreams to occur when a loved one passes. I’d like to think of them as a goodbye of sorts.

I did wake when about 7 or 8 I woke in the night after a terrible nightmare facing the wall and felt what I assumed was my mum stroking my head. Relieved that she must of heard me scream in my sleep I turned over to find no one there.

Another strange instance from my life was when a friend (very ‘non-woo’ by nature) and I were in our late teens at my mums house she started hyperventilating and burst into tears. Eventually she was able to vocalise that she was convinced she’d seen a man standing in the doorway. She could barely speak. In the years since I’ve tried to get more details out of her, but she refuses to talk about it.

One for me is the smell I associate with my late Grandfather - we called him Dadi (pronounced Dad-eye) a weird family nickname as my eldest cousin (the first grandchild to Dadi) was trying to call him Daddy (her father had abandoned the family) and it came out as the above. So it stuck.

Dadi was a big fan of cigarello’s, brandy and snuff. That was his ‘smell’ and after he died I have had the sudden overwhelming scent of it when I’ve been distressed. Can’t explain it really.

I hadn’t had that in around 4 years after I finally said goodbye to him, but after my third child was lost due to stillbirth earlier this year, I had hoped it would happen again. Instead I heard my DD and DS giggling in the middle of the night - the day before my third child’s funeral, now normally they’re solid sleepers and never wake up laughing. So I went to see if they’d woken and were amusing each other as twins often do. When I went into their room DS was still fast asleep but DD was chattering away happily to nothing and showing this ‘nothing’ her cuddly toys. I got the smell of cigarellos, brandy and snuff and when I picked my DD up to settle her she clearly said “Dadi” she’s not using many words yet but has mastered Daddy so I know it wasn’t that.

I’d been downstairs just before crying and asking him to look after my boy on the other side... even though I’m not really a firm believer of the other side.

I had a necklace that had 4 charms on it and I threw it out in anger after a bereavement. I mean, threw it out! In a bin bag then flung into a council wheelie bin.

Fuck me, I had this happen to me, too! Also 4 charms. I was living in a flat and flung it in the council wheelie bin. And it turned up on the counter by the sink whilst I was in the shower 7 years later. Freaked the fuck out of me!

My gran when she was a young girl, got home and sat down at the kitchen table with a cup of tea and a biscuit. She glanced down and saw a little outstretched hand under the table, like someone begging. She said, irritated "Get away, Joe!" thinking it was her little brother. She glanced through the window at the same time, and saw Joe playing in the street. She never forgot that moment, and years later found that the house had once been occupied by a big and desperately poor family. It's one of those family stories that has been passed down!

When my DD was around 2 she would ask me to go into her room and tell dark lady to stop frightening her. Around the same time she told my dad when she was big and he was little she pushed him to Stanley Park then they walked all the way to the summit Dad went a bit white he's from Manchester where there is a Stanley Park and his childhood home was called the Summit. DD is now a massive sceptic who believes in nothing woo

Our old cottage where we lived for about 12 years was scary as shit.

It was built in the early 1600s and had been used for many different things in the past:
Housing for quarry workers until a accident killed over 100 people in 1700s in the quarry directly behind the cottage.
A general shop
A butchers (it still had meat hooks hanging from a huge beam in the kitchen 😱 the stuff of nightmares)
We also knew of at least 3 people who died in the house in the last 50 years.

But it was an absolutely stunning house!!!

Anyway, when a very young Dh and I had recently moved in weird stuff started to happen...

Doors would unlatch and open (huge iron latches)

When downstairs in an evening it would sound like heavy furniture was being dragged around on wooden floors when we had carpets.

In a morning furniture downstairs would have moved a significant distance or kitchen cupboards would be open and the contents stacked neatly on the floor.

The tap turned on and off all the time in the kitchen.

TV turned on and off too

The dog would spends hours either growling at or playing fetch with an unseen somebody

The front and back doors of the cottage would mysteriously become bolted from the inside, locking us out. This was a pain as we had to break the doors down more than once.

Myself and several friends/family members heard voices speak to us. I heard a man's voice talking to the dog directly behind me. It said "good boy" clear as day.

My Grandad also got a photo of a lady (who most definitely was not there!!!) when taking a photo of our dog. He didn't show it to me for years as he (rightly) thought I'd be terrified. It just looked like a normal picture of the fog with a random older lady stood in the background in the kitchen. No big deal

This went on for years and I was terrified to begin with, I couldn't even go to the toilet alone for months when we moved in lol. Gradually I realised that whatever was happening didn't hurt anyone so we all just got used to it.

Things amped up when ds arrived
We had a video baby monitor that would constantly pick up orbs and shadows. It would also pick up a woman's voice trying to hush ds if he cried. Freaky. Really freaky. I had to dash to his room on more than one occasion because I thought someone was in the house.

The worst ever incident was when dh was working away overnight and I was alone with baby ds. There was a huge bang from the corner of the room near to my wardrobe. The dog was going ballistic. I sat up and scanned the room- nothing there. I told the dog to be quiet as there was nothing there and straight after a woman's voice said "but he can see me"
I have never, ever been so terrified in my life. I ran, grabbed baby and went and sat crying in my car and waited for my Dad. At 2 am 😂 it sounds ridiculous now but it was really awful at the time.

After that we got the house blessed and it really eased off all of the weird activity but there would still be occasional things. Never heard any more voices and luckily I never saw anything irl.

We didn't move until after dd was born and ds was older but the dc still ask me about "the dark house with the angry man", even now.

Luckily, we have moved now and our new home is totally boring and quiet! It did feel really 'empty' for a long time though

I was about 14 and fast asleep in bed, for some reason i woke up and sat bolt upright, about 2 seconds later something pulled my ponytail so hard it pulled me back down to lying flat. Was absolutely terrified for months but never happened again

@Chopbob I am terrified just reading that!

With things like the moving suitcase, I wonder if it's some unconscious part of the brain manipulating energy, psychokinetically. I used to be able to switch off alarms when really tired - not just sleep through them as I shared a room. I still don't wear a watch as they have a tendency to break down whether battery or wind up.

Some years ago I was down in Wiltshire a couple of days after the summer solstice. I'm Wiccan and a friend had managed to get some tickets for us to have dawn access to the stones with a druid group for a ritual. We were waiting for the ritual leaders to get set up and were standing within the big ring of stones. I had bare feet on the grass, wearing a robe and cloak. I shut my eyes to draw in the feeling of the place and started hearing a drumbeat and low chanting. Thinking that the ritual had started, I opened my eyes to find the sounds had stopped and there was just people getting ready and low chat. I shut my eyes again, again I could hear the drum and chanting. Opened my eyes, no drum or chanting. It must have happened three or four times before the ritual started. It really did sound like the drum and chanting were in the stone circle with me.

this is a boring story but in case anyone likes it or gets comfort from it...

I live in a block of flats and am nearest the main exit door to the hall. It's very annoying because it bangs loudly. I always close it quietly rather than letting it go.

One time I had just gone through it, closing it quietly, and it banged behind me. I jumped a bit, because it was so quick, I should have seen someone walking along, they'd have been right behind me and these are small flats.

So I turned round, partly thinking "who the eff is banging the door again" and partly a bit unnerved in case someone had snuck in to rob us...and coming through into the hall was my late father. on a bright summer heatwave day. About midday, just going out to do Saturday shopping, no shadows or anything.

I was stunned and said just said "dad" so of course he disappeared.

but I realised after that he'd followed me straight out of the flat, so had probably been hanging out in there that morning. I think that's rather nice. He was very fond of my flat!

@RingPiece Have you ever been checked for epilepsy?

@Chopbob oh my god. That's crazy! You lasted there a long time I would of been out the first night 😂

QuestionableMouse that's a possibility that had crossed my mind. Maybe I should. Would an MRI show this? It's werid though as I've experienced this all my life but more so when younger, particularly between 8-13. Would epilepsy be something you could grow out of do you know.

Childhood epilepsy is quite common @RingPiece but do you still get the same thing now at all? I feel like we maybe experience something similar but mine seems to be since I’m more aware, I don’t specifically remember anything from childhood that’s stayed with me.