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 don’t believe in woo stuff (I have experienced lots of dreams/de ja vu etc but happily accept the scienfitc explanation for why those happen) but some of these have really freaked me out. Mainly the lady who received a phone call and took her baby and the chandelier crashed down! And the woman with the scan of a baby she had miscarried?! Creepy, creepy stuff.

I was on a school brass band trip once - the only girl - and somehow my knickers ended up in the dining room of the hostel we were staying at. No idea how. Was mortifying. I reckon OP you sleep pooped 🤦🏻‍♀️

I would suspect the boys....

I’m still reading this thread, but need to comment on that poo diagram 😂😂😂😂, thank you OP. Thank you 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼

I 'remember' as a child of about 4 going to the side of the house with my mother to get coal around lunchtime, the neighbour across the road came to the end of our path and said Isn't it awful, the King's dead. My Mother always said that it never happened, my Father told her in the morning before he went to work when he brought her a drink in bed. Fast forward 60+ years to the various Jubilees, both parents long gone, and it was said the the news had been announced late morning so Dad couldn't have told her! She would probably never have admitted she was wrong though.

I would suspect the boys....

I was sharing with the female music assistant and they were sharing with the male teacher - I’m not sure they had access to the room and it was much more of a “whose knickers are these?!” Situation. Like I genuinely didn’t realise they were mine for quite a while - I feel like if they took them I would have been made aware “ha ha these are yours”.

The teacher shat in your bed....

This is the event that made me question what I think I know about reality, the universe and everything!

When I was a student I went to buy a Clinique lipstick for my mum for Christmas. There was a 'buy two products and get a free goodie bag' offer on, so I bought myself a lipstick (a massive treat at the time) planning to gift it to myself for Christmas, along with the goodie bag.

When I got home I gathered up wrapping paper, scissors etc and sat on the floor to wrap everything, checking inside the boxes first to make sure everything was in order - it was. I wrapped my mums lipstick. I wrapped the goodie bag. When I reached beside me for my lipstick, it had vanished. Even though I hadn't moved from that spot, I went through my bags, checked my clothes, turned the room upside down, but it was nowhere. I unwrapped the goodie bag and checked inside it but it wasn't there either. In the end I had to give up, totally at a loss as to where it had gone.

On Christmas day I unwrapped the goodie bag, opened it, and there was the lipstick. But the really, really creepy thing was, although the box was undamaged, the lipstick itself didn't look like it had before it disappeared - the silver case was discoloured, with a sort of bronzish tint and there were these black pitted marks all over the metal.

No idea what the explanation could be, but all these years on, it still gives me the creeps to think about it.

I had a 'premonition' about bucks fizz crashing on the M40 in the 80s .....and it came true #spooky

sorry not m40

My friend was in a relationship with a very unpleasant man who had never hurt her but was emotionally abusive. I was walking to work one morning and suddenly thought I need to ring the police, she's in trouble.
I rang and must have sounded like an idiot because all I could say was "I think there's something wrong." They sent someone round anyway and it turned out this man had beaten my friend all through the night and wouldn't let her have her phone or leave the house. They arrested him in the garden when he tried to run.

My dad bought my son a wooden magnetic rocket when he was born. The rocket has five pieces. One piece was lost for about 6 months. We looked everywhere for it, but couldn’t find it. We had even emptied the playroom as we were having new carpets and I was hoping the piece would turn up then but it didn’t. My dad died unexpectedly at the beginning of this year. Before we switched off life support, I whispered to him to give me a sign he was still around if he was and could. About a month after he died I came home to find the missing piece in the middle of a table in the living room. Very strange, but very comforting.

I have loads of weird things happen to me but these ones stand out the most.

A few years ago I kept dreaming about my neighbours dog falling out of a window (we live in a town house) and then a couple of months after I kept dreaming that her dog fell out of the top floor window while we were all in the garden, she some how was completely fine.

Another weird thing that happened was I was having a lazy day just in bed on my iPad watching Netflix, I needed to pee so I paused what I was watching and left my iPad in the same position and the case was definitely open and my iPad was stood up, I came back upstairs and the remote which had been missing for about a week was on top of my iPad with the case closed, that happened the same night my great nan died back in March, one of the scariest things ever.

I had a friend who lived in another country. We originally met on a weekend away, started chatting in a queue with partners. I was with a friend, she was with a man she was obviously in love with.

She confided that her husband had multiple affairs over the years and that she had fallen in love with the man she was with and wanted to be with him.

She waited a good few years for her marriage to end, divorce etc. and for her lover to be available and ready to live with her.

One day I knew I had to call her, I just knew I had to get in touch. I allowed for the time difference, opposite sides of the world, but she called me just as I was getting ready to call to tell me that the man she was besotted with had been killed in an accident at the time I knew I had to call her.

When I was about 15 my family lived in a large shared house in a pretty rural location. One of the boys who lived there, about 12 years old, bought a hamster, a little tiny brown thing. We were playing with it out of its cage when it escaped and ran off, we thought down the side of a chair, and that was the last we saw of it. He was understandably pretty upset.

The next day we were walking up the drive towards the school bus when we spotted something at the top of the drive on the ground. You've guessed it, it was a hamster. Only it wasn't a little brown hamster, it was a big sort of creamy coloured hamster, a completely different type and plainly not the lost hamster. No one in the house owned any other hamsters and the nearest house was about quarter of a mile away, pretty certain they didn't have any hamsters either. We had no idea where it had come from and no one from the local Village ever mentioned losing a hamster.

Obviously it seemed serendipitous at the time, so we took it home, but I have always been mystified as to where it came from!

Maybe it was a trans-hamster?

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That gave me the willies!

Yes a Hamst-him

I had the most intense, horrendous sense of fear about the possibility of a fire breaking out one night. I was on the 4th floor with no escape route. Had lived in the flat for a year and it hadn't occurred to me to be worried before.

Didn't sleep all night with the anxiety.

Woke up to the news of Grenfell.

I sometimes wonder if things that disappear have gone into another dimension.

One time ds1 who was about 8 months and not yet crawling, was playing with a little finger puppet that looked like a spider. He was sat on the floor playing with it one minute and the next minute it was gone. There was literally nowhere it could have gone, he couldn’t crawl, couldn’t throw it, it wasn’t anywhere in the room that I could see and I looked pretty thoroughly, mainly because I was just perplexed as to what had happened to it. I briefly wondered if he had eaten it 😂 about a year later, toddling ds1 comes up to me and presents me with this spider finger puppet. I have no idea where it went, how he found it.

My ex was an alcoholic and one day I was at work but felt horribly out of sorts and had a weird 'something is wrong' feeling, I just couldn't put my finger on it. I checked in with my brother and he was fine. Checked in with my ex's sister who was heavily pregnant and she was fine too. I got a phone call from the police a few hours later to tell me that I needed to come home immediately as my ex had wrapped my car around a bus stop 5 minutes before the end of school (the bus stop was right outside the school gates. 5 mins later and the bus stop would have been surrounded by children & parents). I just knew that something wasn't right, I've never felt like that before or since. I think that's what people mean when they say 'a feeling of foreboding'

In 1945, my DGF bought my DGM a ring from Norway on his way home from WWII. In turn, this was passed to my DM and a few years ago, she passed it to me. Not a valuable ring by way of cost, but massive sentimental value.

Because the ring had a large stone, I took it off every night and placed it on my dressing table. One morning, I went to put it on and it had vanished. As you can imagine, I was distraught and I turned that room completely upside down trying to find it. No sign of it anywhere.

Fast forward to last year when I moved house. My furniture and belongings were all carted off to be put in storage for a few months and I borrowed my DM's (brand new!) vacuum cleaner to 'shake n vac' the carpets and make sure everything was lovely for the new owners.

After thoroughly vacuuming the whole house, I popped the cleaner in the car and went back into the house for one final check before handing the keys to the estate agent. When I went into my bedroom, there on the floor in the middle of the otherwise empty room, was the ring.

I still have no idea how that happened.

This is another ring one. It's a bit sad, and quite outing (feel another name change coming on).

I lost my engagement ring this time of year (this is years ago), searched absolutely everywhere for it: very upset about losing it.

ExH and I had been through the adoption procedure. Anyone who has been there knows you get more and more excited the further along the process you get. I think it was about 18 months to two years and finally, the day of The Panel came. It was the end of April - just before ring went missing.

Social worker takes us downstairs from where the panel is being held; the likelihood that we'd be given two siblings had been discussed many times. SW had the children's report in front of her. Decided to tell us their names and ages. More excitement.

Went upstairs to Panel, which is akin to being in court to be procescuted for a crime, but you don't know what the crime is, let alone why you're suspected of committing it. (I know that it has to be that way, but that makes it no less nerve-wracking.) Panel decides to allow us to adopt one child at first, but not the children that I, stupidly, had mentally and emotionally prepared for.

We took this as a blow. SW's were also surprised. I was in mild shock (I felt very cold) because it was yet one more disappointment. I looked at my then husband and just knew that the marriage was over. I can't describe it, but it was a feeling of absolute certainty. And fear. Nevertheless the marriage limped on throughout the summer. He left in the October and I found it very difficult. (I didn't make it harder for him though, I didn't contact him or anything.)

I decided to go stay with my sister on another continent. I was preparing the house for being away a long time, etc. Had some bed linen in tumbler and heard a metal-clanking-around-in-there noise. When I went to look, I found my engagement ring inside a pillow case.

The following May I was at a beach party, my sister's mate was messing around with tarot cards. She told me that My DH had someone new (I had no idea but it was true). Told me that it had started in May last year (when my engagement ring first disappeared).

So the ring went missing when exH decided to consummate, if you like, his affair with OW (I think they were 'friends' before that, they worked together) and reappeared when the marriage was officially over. The tarot card person had said that the affair started in "May of last year" which coincided with the way I'd felt when I had looked across at him at him after the Panel.

It was just strange getting the ring back when it was all over .. you would think the ring would go when it was over, not reappear.

I think the story that sticks with me most on this thread is the one about the fire. (Being dragged out of bed by your mum.) Just imagine if your parents hadn't listened to you when you sensed that you shouldn't sleep in your own room that night? Doesn't bear thinking about.

The last house we rented had really noisy floor boards under the carpet, so fucking loud it was a nightmare once we put the 8mth old to bed and had to tip toe not to wake her.

On countless nights I’d be up in the living room at 3am feeding her a bottle, floor would creak from the kitchen and without fail I’d always turn around to apologise for waking DH expecting him behind me. Nope, no one.

Then one night our daughters little car walker which was a few feet from the couch to the left of me sat there honking incessantly at me, lights flashing “beep beep!” Scared the absolute shit out of me. I ignored it and went to bed after putting her back down and could still hear it down the hall.

We’ve moved since and it’s never done it again.

I can be a bit woo and refuse to acknowledge weird shit around me assuming “ghosts” and the like want a reaction (I’m normally otherwise quite logical I swear) so I refuse to “react” in these situations and ignore.

Finally caught up with the thread, some amazing and weird stories! I’ve got one to add:

My eldest dd has always told me from age around 5/6 that someone always opens the bathroom door in the middle of the night. I’ve always told her it’s the wind or maybe her dad opened it during the night, but she’s always been adamant that it opens by itself.

More recently (she’s 11 now) she tells me she sees black shadow in the corner of her eyes, just out of sight at random places around the house. Sometimes it shoots through the living room. This has been happening for a few years now and I keep telling her it’s down to tiredness.

Now 2 days ago, she was brushing her teeth before bed, and came into my room upset and told me not to say it’s silly. Apparently in the corner of her eye she saw her brother come and she felt him stand behind her to brush his teeth but when she turned around there was nothing there. She was quite shaken.

For the past 2 years we’ve had horrendous bad luck, work wise, money wise, relationships wise. I feel like there’s a block in our life that we can’t move and it’s preventing us from succeeding. I don’t know why I think this shadow has something to do with it. I am quite woo, and believe in bad entities latching on. Dh is quite woo too and always tells me no matter how tough things get we should try not to argue too much and try to keep the love alive in our house to ward off bad luck. He does get the “wtf” look from me, but I can understand how when you’re in a shit place, arguing will make it 10x worse.

I often lose things and then find them in places they couldn't have been. I often think my late mother has something to do with it! For example, Just after my first baby was born I was suffering badly from pnd. I had an appointment and couldn't find his red book. I looked everywhere, turned each drawer in the dresser out twice etc... I remember having a moment of clarity, opening one of the drawers I'd searched twice and finding it laying innocently on the top of the pile.... This seems to be a regular occurance