To ask you about unexplained things that have happened to you

[Prequelle]

I will start and I will first say that I've only ever spoken about this online because it's so weird I just can't say it out loud

I was 14 and on a school trip to France, one night we stayed in a Hostel. Was a nice hostel. Anyway I woke up the next day to find a shit in my bed. An actual human shite. Now I know it was not mine, I had worn leggings to bed so there's no chance it would have made it's way down me leg without least being a bit battered and with smudge marks. It was laid perfectly in my bed, like some sort of offering.

So that's mine. Please share yours and if you're willing, offer some explanations to my poodicament

I was once watching a game show with my grandma, or at least playing on the floor as she watched. Countdown maybe? One that works like hangman. I was about 6.
The presenter read the clue "TV show" and without even looking up to see it was two words let alone the number of letters I said "Absolutely Fabulous". It was correct. My grandma looked at me like she was scared of me for a few days!

We live in a 400 year old house and I work from home. My office is at the back. I definitely heard noises like someone moving about, was just about to get up and see when I heard 3 sharp knocks on the front door. There's no knocker or bell so sometimes postman etc, put their head round the inner door and call out. (It's very rural). Went to the front door and there was no one there. And no one within view. There's no way i couldn't have seen them walking / running away as the driveway is so long. I had a Google - 3 knocks is a harbinger of death apparently. We're all still here.

Oh one my mum told me.

When I was 2, my mum went in my room to find I had pulled the wallpaper off (presumably me). Only I had managed to spell my name in the wallpaper.

My name is only 4 letters so nothing fancy but she said it was about a meter long

Many years ago we bought an unfinished house in a local village. The couple selling it had built it, but divorced towards the end of the build.

On the day we moved in one of our new neighbours came round and over coffee proceeded to tell us the house was cursed. Apparently an old lady had lived in a wooden shack on the site and had cursed the land when she was forced to leave it to go into a home.

One night we were in bed when my DH shot bolt upright, let out a gutteral scream and jumped out of bed to slam the Velux window opposite our bed closed. When I asked him what the h..l was going on, he told me that ‘the grim reaper had come for him’. This was from a very serious man, not known for histrionics.

Two weeks later, he was seriously injured in an accident close to the house and 10 weeks after that he died.

On the night he died, I woke in the middle of the night (same room, same window), totally paralysed. I could not move at all, but just felt that all of my insides were being sucked out of me. Minutes later came the phone call to say he had gone.

I sold the house shortly after, but not before a night when practically every light bulb in the house decided to pop !!

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I was once on a FaceTime call to my mum on the iPad. I had my back to the door and the hallway was behind me. I suddenly saw something in the camera that looked like a man walking behind me in the hallway. My mum then asked ‘who is that man that just walked behind you?’ I was home alone with my DD who was 2 at the time and all the doors were locked, there was no one else in the house.

My parents were big readers, and had a huge collection of books. To give you an idea, they'd enough books to completely line the walls of a 25ft x 15ft room. They continually bought and sold books too, so the collection on the shelves was always changing, but there were distinct areas by subject, so one bookcase was poetry, another historic books, one on travel etc. I'd left home about 6 years previously, and came to visit. My mother was convinced she'd lost a particular book that she needed, one I'd never seen as it was fairly new. She said she'd put the kettle on so I said I'd have a quick look on the shelves for this book. First shelf I came to (it was about 3 book cases in from the door, and about chest height), there it was laid horizontally above the other books on the shelf.
My mother had spent several days looking for the book. It was on the correct bookcase and shelf for the subject matter. She said it definitely wasn't on that shelf and was convinced I'd borrowed it and put it back. So where had the book been, and why was it the very first book my eyes alighted on when I started looking? It was a nondescript book with a cream coloured cover, not a big or small book and fairly indistinguishable amongst such a large collection. And why was it horizontal on top of the other books (when most were vertical?)
For the record the house was built for my parents, no house had been there previously.

I'm a full on atheist. Don't believe in an afterlife or in psychics or anything like that.

A few years ago my grandfather died, not long after my first daughter was born. I was about 25 and had been worried about money for a while. My grandad had been a big part of my life, he was very intelligent, calm, kind. He'd reassured me I'd find my way.

The day after he died (suddenly) and for the following 4 or 5 months I would frequently find money, £1 coins normally and sometimes £5 notes all over the place when I was out and about. They were always oddly warm too, felt like they'd just been in someone's pocket or hand. One example, I sat down on a seat on the train (nothing on the seat) the train was waiting in the station and was cold, mid winter. I suddenly stood up for no reason and a £1 fell off the seat, then three more fell - coming from nowhere. There'd been nothing and I'd had nothing on me. Or pushing my DC in the pram, take baby for a cuddle and there was a very warm £5 note underneath his foot. Constantly things like this, I must have found close to £100 over those months! Weird.

*her foot

This is something that I just can't explain!

When DH and I first moved in together we moved in to a church/monastery that had been demolished apart from the outside and then nice apartments had been built in like the shell of this old building.

We had seen a few apartments up for rent in this building and always missed out on getting one, so when one came up on Rightmove we jumped at the chance to move in and just called the agent and said we'd rent it without viewing first. I know that wasn't a very smart move but this building was beautiful and but he apartments were all similar and we'd seen 5 before now.

We move in and everything is great. It was a duplex apartment with the bedroom and a bathroom upstairs. The downstairs was an open plan area with a big island in the middle with the oven and hob built in to it. At the back of the kitchen was a small alcove/corridor. Maybe about ten steps from the end of the kitchen to the end of this little part. There were two stone steps leading down to it and the floor was stone with old brick walls. We assumed it was just a bit of character left in from the refurbishment of the old building and loved it.

When friends came over we used to use the alcove bit to hang up coats. There wasn't a light there during the day the light from the big windows lit it up but of a night it would get quite dark. After a few weeks I started to feel uneasy being home alone, especially if I was standing in the kitchen part. The end of the island was where the hob and oven was and the alcove started directly opposite the end of the island. So if I was cooking it was behind me to the left. I had my back to it. I mentioned this to a few friends and they said that they always felt scared going to get coats and bags but just thought that was because it was dark. Another thing too, in front of hob was a sort of half wall that went from the island counter top all the way up to the ceiling so say if you were stood in certain parts of living room area you couldn't see the oven or see the alcove part.

One day, DH was sat on the couch and I was cooking. I could see him from where I was standing. I was looking at the pan and then suddenly felt someone grab my left shoulder. I thought it was DH so I turned but no one was there. I turned again and DH was still sat down. There was no way he could have done it. I told him what had happened and he said that had happened to him a few times while he had been stood there.

Our 6 month contract ended and we decided to move as I had a new job. The agents were showing someone around and we were on our way out when we bumped in to them in the corridor. They were showing a friend of a friend around so we had a little chat and hey later rented it out.

We bumped in to them a few months later and asked how they were enjoying it there and they said they loved it but asked if we found the kitchen drafty. I said no but always thought the alcove bit was a bit chilly. They looked a bit puzzled and asked me when I meant. I explained where I meant and they said "There's just a wall there. There's always just been a wall there." I asked if it had been put up perhaps after we moved and they said that it wasn't there when they looked around and that they would absolutely remember seeing that.

We went home and looked back through photos and in the six months we'd lived there all the photos we'd taken hadn't included that part. There were photos where the wall by the oven had covered where it had been. Nobody else seemed to have captured this mysterious corner of the apartment apart from one who had taken a photo from the front of the island but half of the photo where it would have been was just black.

I went on this persons Facebook to see photos and there was one of them sat on the island with their keys with the entire back wall of the kitchen behind them- no alcove at all. They moved in the day after we left so there wouldn't have been time to put up a new wall.

DH and I were so confused but then we thought about it more and realised that the entire inside of the building had been removed so why would there be an old brick and stone part?

We looked back st the pictures the estate agent had put on and there weren't any that included that area so couldn't tell if it was there or not.

I honestly don't know what it was or if we all imagined it. There is just no explanation for it at all but I'm just glad that my friends and DH had at least seen it too!

Used to clean our office for extra money after we had a party in there. The first time I did it I brought my OH along to help as it was a proper mess! At one point he suddenly yelled "WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY IS THERE A SHIT ON THE FLOOR?!?!?" After he stood in it a little. It was a human shit. To this day nobody in the office will own upto who it was. Not exactly a big office either. There was only about 10 of us.

So, the most significant unexplained thing that’s happened to me relates to my old house - we only moved out in the last 6 months so feels quite fresh in the memory.

We moved in about 4 years ago. It was a house of 2 parts - the front part was a 2 up 2 down estate worker’s cottage, about 100 years old, and the back was a large extension built in the 80s, which doubled the original size. The biggest bedroom was at the front, in the older part, and naturally me and DH took that as our bedroom.

It was a good house, in a nice location with an absolutely glorious garden and we were really delighted to get it at a good price (but not a ridiculously low or anything) and felt really positive about moving in. One night though, a couple of weeks after we moved in, I spotted a shadow by the end of the bed, by the window. Now that doesn’t sound like much, but it didn’t make sense in terms of where the light was coming from, that there should be a shadow there. I dismissed it, because it was just a shadow, but over the next couple of weeks I had a building sense of dread that I didn’t want to be in the house.

Nothing odd happened but I still had this uncomfortable feeling in that room. After a year or so we had completed a loft extension, and me and DH moved up there and one of my sons moved into the front bedroom. The first night he was in there he woke up screaming and panicking and not wanting to sleep in there. We calmed him down, he settled back to sleep and he never reported any other issues, but it weirded me out a bit.

We carried on living there, not much of note happened except the bedroom door always seemed to be closed when I’d left it open - although I never saw it move on it’s own. I pretty much forget my dislike of the room, but then one day I was in the bathroom running the bath for the kids - who were all downstairs. I was looking in the mirror plucking my eyebrows or something, with the door to my right. The corridor ran along past the bathroom (from the downstairs) to the front bedroom which you could see from the bathroom door - the two doors were facing each other but offset. As I was standing there, I saw my daughter run past me into the front bedroom. So I went in to get her for the bath - but she wasn’t there 😬. I turned back the other way and found her downstairs!

I was quite freaked out to say the least! As I say we moved out last year, and a few months later I bumped into an acquaintance whose grandad used to own the house many years ago. He asked if we’d moved, when I confirmed we had he said “did you ever notice anything weird about that house?” To which i reply “you’re joking, aren’t you?!” But he’s deadly serious “my grandad always said there was something wrong with that house, doors opening and closing, but I didn’t like to say while you were living there...” Then I was really freaked out! But super glad we had moved...

A close family member died quite young (mid 20s ) he had a favourite colour that his mates used as a nick name.
A few months later in the middle of the night, my dp, our young dd and me were all asleep. I woke up to see my bedroom door closing on its own, i jumped out of bed to open and checked in on our dd, right by her window was an orb like thing of the favourite colour, dd was fast asleep but smiling.
Im pretty sure he had come to check on her

@Flyingsouthwiththeswallows Sorry for your loss,that sounds really freaky

Dp and i slept downstairs on a sofabed.My youngest ds was about 18 months old.

Anyway this night dp wakes up and see ds behind us.The sofabed we had had a space behind us,we didnt sleep on that part as it was too hard.Anyway he wakes up,goes to grab ds,ds move back.He goes to grab him again and he basically fizzed away.

Dp wakes me in a sweat,i go upstairs and check on ds and he was fast asleep.Really freaked us out for a while.

I have a weird one, not woo but have never been able to figure out it, maybe someone else can.

A long time ago I was at my mums partners place at a party and I parked down the street from her house in the only space I could see.

A few hours later the police phoned the house asking for me to move my car as it was slightly over the drive of someone, i went out and apologised (they were very nice) and moved my car forward a bit.

What I don’t understand, and what none of us could figure out, is how the police knew I was at the house and how they knew my mum was in any way connected to the house.

Even if they searched my registration plate they would have found my address and phone number, if they then figured out that my mum was my mum and traced her address and phone number they would have got my grans address, which was in a different town, as my mum lived there and was in the process of moving to her partners. Her address and number hadnt changed yet, her surname was different to her partners, she didn’t actually live there at that time so there was no connection.

How did they know to call her partners house to get me? I was parked quite a bit away from the house so it’s not even like the neighbours seen the car, guessed it was someone at mums house and called the police with the address of the house.

Stumped.

CharDee that gave me the shivers

This thread is awesome!

@DefinatelyAWeeGobshite I expect you were seen walking off in that direction and surely everyone in the near vicinity knew about/could hear the party

@Ariela when I say party it was about 6 of us having a takeaway and a few drinks, no music, no loud shouting etc. Just 6 adults relaxing more than anything, wasn’t an obvious party. I can’t remember the occasion, someone’s birthday probably so we went down for a while but it wasn’t a late night loud party by any means.

I've mentioned this on here before, but my late mum and my DS were very close, so he was naturally upset on the day she died. The following morning he was keen to talk about when he'd seen grandma and of course we replied how lovely it had been when she'd come to visit, the time we'd spent together and so on

He has learning difficulties and it was obvious there was something else he was struggling to say - until he eventually explained "no, mummy, grandma came to see me last night"

CharDee that is really spooky. You couldn't have imagined it - you said you actually used the space for coats and bags. Very strange.

OP I am crying 😂😂😂😂😂 my ds can't understand why I'm laughing so much. I'm sorry

I've heard the 'debbie Black's one a hundred times lol. My mum's neighbour swears this happened to her with a 'jean Thompson. There's a difference between woo and urban myth!

I don’t really believe in ghosts but something weird happened to me and I’m not sure what it was or how to explain.

It was a few years ago. I was a single mum living with my young son. The flat we lived in was in a building about 100 or more years old (I think) and coincidentally built by ancestors or my ex’s family but now sold and owned my various landlords.

I was bathing my young son and I thought I seen my ex walking across my landing. At first I was like shit he’s got in (he was giving me a bit of grief at the time) but my front door was locked and the bottom door was locked to (I had not long checked it and I only shared the entrance with one other flat so it’s quiet around).

I really did believe I seen someone walk across my landing. At first I thought it was paranoia and my imagination was playing tricks on me but I’ve convinced myself it was my ex’s dad who had passed on (he’s the spitting image from what I’ve seen in photos) and he did have links to the old building.

My son also used to stare into the hallway but he is prone to staring into space (autism) so I’m not really sure now!! 😱

DefinatelyAWeeGobshite

If it was the only space then a neighbour may well know who or which house is having a party / gathering.