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

ive told this one before, but the night of the bombing in Manchester, I had gone to bed and was asleep before it happened.

I woke up in hysterics because I had been dreaming of people running, screaming, fire alarms and plumes of smoke, children crying and ambulances etc. It was awful honestly I woke up breathless.

Then I went downstairs and turned on the telly and saw the scenes at Manchester. I felt awful that I had somehow known what was happening / going to happen.

It could be a total coincidence, though I have never before or since had a dream like that.

My nan has told me a few times though that she gets "premonitions" and we have always wound her up and called her a white witch but for the first time after that dream I completely believed her.

Another "premonition" I had was when I was a kid, and I was going to B&Q with my grandparents (not white witch grandma, gps on my dads side) and we were behind one of those lorrys with the cage on the back. And it had one of those big reel things (idk what they're called but they look like massive wooden cotton reels) and I said "that's gonna come off and hit us" and it did come off, and it scraped past the car but we were fine. I think it freaked out my GPs more than it did me. I was really matter of fact about it.

Weirdly though, I often wake up a few minutes before DS wakes up crying in the middle of the night. That freaks me out too!

Could it have been you sleep toileting?

I know someone who lives in a Victorian terrace with four floors. They have a really big family, I think seven or eight children, and they’ve all seen the ghost of a Victorian girl. I was there and we had a bottle of cider on a table. Suddenly the bottle started spinning around on the base, standing up but like someone was twirling it around? We weren’t drunk but Jesus Christ we ran.

I also have premonitions - they aren’t big ones, normally suddenly out of the blue thinking about an actor or a tv show I’ve not thought about in years and then later that day a new series is announced, that kind of thing. Or I think about a person again out of the blue and then they get in touch. I quite like it, I know it sounds coincidental but it’s always completely unexpected and normally someone/thing I’ve never thought about so it can feel a bit weird.

Like the other day I decided to watch Dallas for the first time in twenty years and the next day ken kercheval died.

Definately I think the neighbours probably watched you park and saw which house you went into. If they’re pedantic enough to get the police involved about you being parked a tiny bit over their drive rather than just ask you to move themselves they are probably the type to sit in the front room and monitor the parking situation!

If we're talking about weirdness heard on the phone, then back in the 90's my parents had one of those cordless phones with long pull up aerial. We'd often get cross lines on it, which I think was normal back then but we'd also be able to hear a radio station playing occasional . Never did find station it was, or where it was broadcasting from but I remember one time picking the phone up and hearing Penny Lane by The Beatles. So im assuming it a classic hits station from somewhere.

I'm sure there's a rational explanation for that one. Another time I remember listening to the radio in my bedroom when a helicopter flew very low, right over head and I could very briefly hear the pilot talking.

Also, more recently I remember being really early for work one morning and sitting in my car listening to the radio. It was our local Heart station. Suddenly the signal broke up, and there was a man speaking French. It sounded like he was reading a new bulletin, then as suddenly as it had happened more interference and a return to whatever guff Heart was playing at that moment in time. Probably a rational explanation for that as well, but it was really early, there was no around and it was really creepy.

Prequelle Regarding things going missing into another dimension...... This happened over ten years ago now but at the time we were due to move house in the next few days and I was in bed and I opened my side table door that night and my jewellery box fell out. I saw a certain ring fall out of the box but i found everything apart from that particular ring when I picked up my jewellery. I still to this day don't get it! I literally saw the ring fall out onto the floor and then when I went to pick it up it had disappeared? I even took all the carpet up and on the removal day did extra checks for it and never found it. It was a very old ring and It came from a person who had a bad marriage/divorce so I always wonder if it wasn't meant to be with me?

CharDee Weird-a-Rama!
Can you call the estate agent and verify it existed?

When I was a teenager I used to watch a DVD in my room, get bored, pause whatever I was watching and start playing music through my speakers instead. One day I was doing so when the screensaver on the TV disappeared and a little command in the corner kept saying 'option not available'. It was freaking me out so I turned the DVD remote over. About ten seconds later my music cut out - I bolted downstairs after that!

Similar low-level stuff has happened in my room a few times, like the morning I came into my room and out of the corner of my eye I saw a nail varnish that had been sat on a shelf clatter to the floor from a higher point than where the shelf had been. My parents and step-sister reckon they've seen an old man in our house before but I've never seen him luckily.

Only other thing I can think of is when I was on holiday with my friends at Butlins. We were just leaving to head towards the beach and I was messing around and flung my arm out when something hit my hand. I looked at it and there were two big streaks of blood. My first thought was that something sharp had hit my hand and I was bleeding but it didn't hurt and I realised it wasn't my blood. I looked up but couldn't see anything that the blood could've come from?

could it have been from an injured bird?

This is a woo one... when I was a kid, about 8/9 my mum, brother and I stayed in the house of a friend of my aunt and uncle. Large 3 bed Victorian in Catford, SE London. Big family occasion thing and as my mum was on her own with us two kids it was arranged for us to stay in this house which the friend had bought to rent out. So the basics were there, heating, water, beds etc but no phone and this was before the days of mobiles.

I had been allocated a room and family friend led us upstairs to show us round and said to me "this will be your room" as he opened the door - well I can only describe this room as so black it was almost solid and I simply would not step foot in there. Straight away I said to my mum, no way am I sleeping in there. My mum said why, don't be silly and apparently I said "she doesn't want me to". My mum brushed this off as me being silly.

My brother went into his allocated room, no bother. And I went into my mums room with the intention of sharing once she came upstairs. Anyway, drifted off because it was late and woke a few minutes later to the sound of foot steps along the floor. Floors were the original wood as he hadn't carpeted them yet. Assuming it was my mum I called out "Mum, mum is that you. Hurry up I'm cold and don't want to sleep on my own". No answer...

Under the gap in the door was the distinct shadow of feet/legs, no answer. Silence. And then a huge bang on the door. I screamed my head off, screamed for my mum who legged it up the stairs. She had heard the bang and thought I'd fallen out the bed. Anyway once she came in it was apparent how freezing the room and hallway were.

She has described to me when we've spoken about this since that she just had a feeling that we weren't welcome and it was overbearing to the point where she had her own little voice telling her to take us downstairs. She grabbed our hands, we ran down the stairs and all cowered together under the duvet, on the sofa with the lights on listening to what can only be described as angry footsteps pacing up and down the landing. It must have stopped as we eventually fell asleep and woke to the family friend coming in in the morning to take us back to my aunts house.

My mum later told me that she recounted the experience to him and he confirmed that it was a probate property and the old lady had died in the house, in the room that was allocated to me.

Fucks sake... jeebies

P.s. that's one of many things that have happened to me over the years to the point where I would describe myself as 'sensitive'. That was the first and last time I've ever run from it though.

Regarding things getting lost in another dimension I believe that is where my wedding ring went. I was sitting at my dining table filling out school forms and things. I took my plain gold wedding ring off to put some hand cream on. I placed the wedding ring on the lid of the handcream. When I finished my work I went to put the lid back on - no ring. I searched every where, under the radiator even in the lining of the curtains. I went through the recycling and rubbish bin, emptied the vacuum bag. Nothing. I believe it will come back one day. For background - when my husband and I separated he left his wedding band. I sold it - he knew this and was ok with it. We got back together then my ring vanished - making things equal?

The Debbie Black phone calls - DH is currently getting texts and mobile phone calls for "Anita" sometimes twice a day. Then we got one on our landline again asking for Anita - they are two different numbers! I keep telling him to ask the (different voiced) callers who is Anita?!

Had an important letter in my bag, thought I'll post it on way to work. Parked my car, walked to work - forgot to post letter. Walked back to car after work but took a different route. Looked down on pavement for no reason at all and saw an envelope face down that looked like the one I had to post. Something made me pick it up - it was mine - I must have dropped it earlier but not even noticed, and then walked a different way back and it had sat on the pavement not moving for hours until I finished work and picked it up, still can't fathom that one. It followed me?

It was the tenth anniversary of my DF’s death. He died suddenly and was quite young. I was home alone and feeling a bit sad, for obvious reasons.

While he was alive he said when he died he would try to contact me, if it was at all possible. We had a laugh about it at the time.

So I was upstairs and said out loud ‘well Dad, you never did contact me did you?’

Seconds later, the landline phone downstairs made the little chirrup sound it makes when it comes back on line after a power cut.

I looked at the digital alarm clock. It always flashes after a power cut but it was fine. Went downstairs and checked the cooker clock and that was normal too, no flashing.

Picked up the phone and instead of hearing the dial tone, all I could hear was static. Put it back in its holder and tried again. Just more static. I had to do this half a dozen times before I got the ringtone back.

Again I said out loud ‘OK Dad, you win.’ Still have the same phone and it’s not done that since.

I was in bed at night (in the middle of the night? I can't remember) and I heard a weird sound in my ears like a radio static. It hurt my ears a bit. Then I heard an amazing Pentecostal choir singing 'He's got the whole world in his hands'. It had a range that was amazing. They I heard them sing a second song that I didn't know. It had a female lead singer, the Pentecostal choir, it was upbeat and was about a dog.

I really felt that I had tuned into heaven... but seriously I couldn't work out the song about the dog ..had I misheard and it was about God?... A few years later I was performing with my school at the Royal Albert Hall and the opening song we sang was the upbeat song about a dog. When I googled more about it - it was based on an old pentecostal song about God but they had changed the words to dog!!

I lost an emerald from a ring while on holiday in Venice. I was so upset because my husband had bought the emerald for me on our honeymoon. I just looked down and it was missing from the setting. We searched the streets and my bag etc but no sign.

Six weeks later I put on a pair of shoes I had not taken to Venice, felt something uncomfortable in the toe. It was the emerald. Cannot even begin to fathom how it got there!

I used to always head upstairs on my morning bus which came from a quiet village, I used to sit in the front seat right in front of the wind screen...always! One morning I got in, turned towards the front the thought ‘No not today’. I sat on the seat behind the stairs and kind of slumped down with my knees braces against the stair ‘wall’. That was the morning a car skidded on ice and hit my bus head on. Several people were thrown from their seats as the driver emergency braked and one woman smashed her mouth on the bar on the seat in front of her. The seat I normally sat in had a lot of space in front and would have likely been thrown off my seat and possibly into the windscreen. The way I was sitting meant I felt nothing and actually wondered what had happened .

I once fell asleep in the afternoon and saw a beautiful big angel who said ‘she won’t see august’ and somehow I knew it was about my gran. I told my mum about the ‘dream’ we dismissed it as my gran was in fine health despite her dementia. A few weeks later she had a major stroke and died after a few days in hospital on 29th July. My aunt says I scare her sometimes. I also said when my cousin had her baby ‘his name is thomas’ they hadn’t considered it as a name but it was actually his first middle name. I hadn’t heard it mentioned and he wasn’t named after anyone.

Twenty years ago, my dearest friend died very suddenly. I was devastated. For days afterwards, I kept smelling him, as though he was sitting next to me (he had a distinctive smell, not BO, just his own smell). This went on for over a week.

My then DH and I had planned to go camping for the weekend, and I thought the change of scene might help me come to terms with my loss, so we went, even though I was still really upset. All the way down there, I kept smelling my friend's smell.

The first night that we were away, I dreamed that my friend turned up in my kitchen at home. I greeted him as though this was normal (which it was, he'd often pop round unannounced and just let himself in the back door). We had a bit of a chat and I offered him a coffee. He replied that he didn't eat or drink any more, now that he was dead. We chatted a bit more, he reassured me that everything was ok, then he said "I have to go now, bye" and went (I can't recall if he left by the door or just disappeared).

I don't believe in life after death or anything woo, so just put this down to my subconscious trying to do something to ease my grief, but I never smelt his smell after that dream.

Ive always been open to woo. But never felt that anything has ever specifically happend to me. Untill a post popped up on the facebook page of my childhood home town. It was picture after picture of the demolition of a railway bridge in the road my sister now lives in. Anyway. I remember as a child driving past the end of this road with my mum and seeing a huge railway viaduct. Seconds later we passed and i never saw it again. I knew it wasnt their as i had lived in the town all my life and this bridge/viaduct had been demolished before i arrived in this world. So I assumed that i had seen a past echo . Its never happend since . I love this thread btw.

Thought of another one. It's not something that's unexplained that's happened to me but it's something that's weird and no-one understands it.. So my mom and dads house has quite a big loft, which is accessed by a latch on the ceiling on the landing upstairs. it's full of junk and can barely walk around cause of all the crap, they've lived there over 20 years so the junk in there has accumulated and it's very creepy, dark, full of cobwebs. One time when I was younger I went up there to get the Christmas decorations down and noticed a hole in one of the walls it's like a perfect square about 30cm by 30cm.. I didn't investigate at the time because obviously it's creepy.. and the floor in the loft is like beams with insulation so dangerous to walk across to get to this wall.. I asked my mom and dad about the wall and the hole in the wall and they said it's always been there and they haven't really thought about it or looked over there.. next time I was up there probs to put the decorations back I thought I'd investigate with my torch and there's just a big room with a freaking mattress smack bang in the middle of this creepy room behind the wall. Just an old mattress, nothing else.. so what's even weirder about this is that this room is directly above where my room was (I've moved out now, mom and dad still live there) and since I was a child Id go downstairs to my mom and dad creeped out cause I could hear footsteps coming from above me where this freaking room is, they'd always just be like it's probably mice or something but what bugs me is that no-one could get in and out of this part of the loft as the square is tiny. What gets even more weird is that I was at a party once and I began talking to some woman who turns out grew up in my mom and dads house and had the bedroom I had growing (so basically grew up in the same house, in the same bedroom) and she goes when I was a child I was walking to the bathroom and the latch to the loft was slightly open for no reason and I swear someone was looking down at me.. so yeah.. I have no idea but Its bloody weird and gives me the creeps so much!

@DefinatelyAWeeGobshite
Maybe they knew you were at that house because of the party, phoned the police about your car, gave them your reg, police got your name from the data from your car reg and they rang the house phone to ask for you to move your car..

Not exactly me but at the time I was born, my parents were living abroad and it was thought best that Mum came back to the UK for my birth. Dad had to stay at work and this was in the early sixties when men were kept out of the way for birth anyway. Dad would phone regularly through the old booking of international call system and this was a very small European community. Just after I was born, Dad went to make his nightly call to Mum. The operator told him that the number had been changed so Dad said "don't be ridiculous, it's a maternity hospital", but the operator insisted. So Dad got put through to this woman who didn't sound very like Mum but it was a very distant, crackly line in those days. She answered to my mother's name but kept asking who the caller was. Eventually, Dad got exasperated and said "for God's sake, it's [Dad's name]! Who do you think it is?!" She was extremely shocked by this and the story came out. She had the same first name and married surname as my mother and my father had the same first name and surname as her husband, only he had been killed in WW2. They lived in the same small city too. Eventually it turned out that her husband and Dad were distant cousins as we have a very unusual surname and are all related even centuries back, but what a coincidence and what a shock for the poor woman!

I've completely lost two rings that my ex-partner gave me, including the band I wore every day on my ring finger, despite putting them carefully away, and reckon that the universe is telling me something!😃

Years ago, about two houses ago, I was looking over some paperwork and nibbling on some of my favourite pistachio nuts. I finished the nuts, threw away the packet and shells and noticed the time. I had to be somewhere so I tidied up the papers and put them in a small, tidy pile on the coffee table. When i came home, a single pistachio nut was sitting in the middle of the top paper of the pile. It wasn't there when i left. I lived alone and i don't think that the cats could have managed that, even if they had found a dropped nut.

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