Creepiest thing that has happened to you that you can not explain?

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AIBU to ask about the creepiest thing that has ever happened to you that you cannot explain?

I realise threads like these have probably been done to death but I am super bored and struggling to find anything to watch/read.

thanks @Raccoon2020vision

i moved home from uni for a few months as i needed a large operation about 6.5 hours, and a month or two recovery time so my brother had taken my room and i had to have his box room till i started again in september xD anyways i always remember him screaming and waking up at night he told mum it was the monsters in his bedroom it eventually stopped when he was about 12, so i moved into the small box room and was in there for about a week and started to feel my bed shaking like kind of vibrating thought i had woken up half asleep and went back to sleep for the rest of the night happened a few times then one night it got quite violent and i jumped out of bed turned the lights on and my bed was actually moving it was shaking so bad stopped after i got my mum to come look obviouslym i kept saying please leave me alone and it would (whatever it was) for a few days upon packing my stuff up to leave again and move into my new house it got so bad i barely slept for about 5-7 days before i left it was so violent. my bed would shake and for the last three days something was growling at me and laughing at me on and off throughout the night safe to say i never went back to that house and finally understand what the monsters were Dx

I worked for years in a building that was built in the 1700's, started as a stately home but over the years was a military hospital and tuberculosis hospital. Had a few ghostly encounters there. The strangest one was on an evening where I stayed at work late to finish some bits, so I was alone in the office. I kept hearing the sound of someone sitting down in an office chair (you know, like that 'squeak' and the sound of air compressing as the springs settle). I heard it several times over about 30 mins and finally was fed up. I went out into the main office bit where there were about 6 separate desks. Waited for the sound to happen again and managed to follow my ears and track it to one chair in particular. I went and stood directly behind it and said something out loud, can't quite remember but something like "well, I know you're here!" Seconds later, I watched the chair physically bob down, the same way it would as if someone plopped themselves down on it, with the same squeak sound. Flew out of that room as fast as I could 😂 had to go ask a waiter to accompany me back in to pack my bag up as I was too freaked out to go back in on my own.

NC as I've told people in real life!

For many years, I had a recurrent nightmare about being held down and my eyeball being pressed down into, as if it was going to burst. Not very pleasant. It happened more and more frequently and I couldn't work out what it meant.

Until aged 24 I got fed up with glasses and contacts, and decided to get laser eye surgery. For those who haven't had Lasik, it involves (or involved, 10 years ago) a machine being pressed very firmly down onto the eyeball. Exactly the same sensation as in my dream. The Lasik was successful, and - amazingly - I never had that nightmare again. I guess it must have been some sort of sensory premonition, and once it came true, it stopped.

Only now I have a recurrent dream of falling down the stairs and my broken body draped over the banister

I have found my people !

When I was in my early 20’s I used to work in a very old pub in a very historic town. Plenty of strange goings on, things would fly off the back of the bar as if they’d been thrown, tables knocked over and I remember the landlord once coming up from the cellar absolutely shitting himself having seen someone down there with him (only him and me on shift and definitely not me, access from behind the bar).

The pub was made of two rooms and the bar ran between connecting the two. The back room had an old settle in, with a curtain rail across the front of it, and the story was that long ago, ladies of a certain occupation would sit in it touting their wares and when they got a customer the curtain would be drawn for privacy. Apparently there had been a dispute over payment and a murder had taken place. The settle was reputed to be haunted by these ladies but no one I spoke to had actually experienced anything so I just thought it was one of those things.

When the managers went on holiday I would stay on site and run the place on my own. I was setting up pre-opening one morning - pub all locked up - and from the back room, clear as day, there was the sound of laughing. A group of ladies, laughing. It was so real that it took me a moment to realise what time it was and I was the only person in the place. That was the first time I experienced anything in that place but not the last.

The burglar alarm would often, inexplicably, go off in the middle of the night. Standard procedure would be to go down from the bedrooms on the third floor to the office on the second, review the CCTV cameras and reset alarm.

One night, when I was looking after the place, I was abruptly awoken by the alarm. I got out of bed, walked down to the office and looked over the cameras. All of a sudden a chill came over me and a few moments later I felt something running down my leg. I looked down and there was a long, straight cut down my thigh, almost like someone had scratched me with their nail, and blood was running down my leg. I assumed I’d cut myself in bed so after cleaning myself up and resetting the alarm I retraced my steps to clean up. There was no sign of blood anywhere. Years later I recounted the story to the new landlord over a late night pint (or two!). The following day when I arrived on shift he came to see me. The alarm had gone off the night before and lo and behold there was a long, straight, scratch down his arm !

This ones not scary just strange. I was I a gift shop choosing two ornaments, they both had removable names on them, I choose my sons name, looked for his then girlfriends name there wasn’t one, so I just choose a random name. Guess who he married.

@AliceTeale - ''The pile of toys in the school''.

That's me i think!

I'll re tell it. It's the honest complete truth. I've never got my head round it. I'll set the scene:

Sunny summer afternoon, village primary school, apx 5pm. I'm a TA, i've been checking classrooms making sure they're ready for the next day before i leave. The old caretaker will go round and lock up in a few mins. I'm in the open plan 'new' block (built late 80s). It's 4 classrooms in a continuous line, A, B, C, D attached to the much older main building by a short connecting walkway which starts between B and C. Makes a T shape. Lots of big windows. Sunlight streaming in.

So - it's just me in the block. All doors are pinned open so it's a long sunny walk. I've walked briskly (humming happily) from class D through C and am going through B to get to A where i've left my mobile. As i pass through B i glance to my right and see a mess of stuff under the wooden coat rack next to the carpet area of class B. I sigh and think 'look at that lot! I'll come in here first things and get down and pull it all out'. It was a couple of lunch boxes. A couple of cardboard models the kids had made. Ruler, and the obligatory assorted building blocks ect.

So i march into class A and grab my phone off the desk and go striding back through B. Glancing to my left now (i'm going the other way) at the carpet area ... in the middle of it were all the bits from under the coat rack!! In a tower. Neatly and perfectly balanced. In the space of about 10 or 15 seconds and in perfect silence

So that's about it. It's still beautifully sunny. I stop dead and look at it. And i LAUGH a little bit. I laugh at it. I know there's no one around. My over riding feeling was that it had been done for me specifically by something else. I walk on and go home as usual (i lived opposite the gates). And after a while i started to feel quite sick and shaken up.

I've only told 3 or 4 people in real life about it.

When my DS was born, he would sleep in the bed with (ex)DH and I. One night in particular I decided to let him sleep in the Moses basket next to our bed. He clearly wasn't happy and cried for a while, his DF and I lay in bed for a few minutes hoping DS would fall asleep. All of a sudden he gave a loud cry and I heard a woman's voice say in a soothing voice, "shhh", and then something like "there, there,". Then there was silence. He was fast asleep.

DH asked, "did you hear that?"
"Yes.." I replied.
"Eh, what did you hear?"

We both agreed that we had heard a woman's voice. It definitely didn't come from our DS, as he was only about 3 weeks old. It totally freaked me out. We were living in Singapore where it is common to have a live-in maid/nanny. We didn't have one, but I wouldn't be surprised if a maid had died in that apartment.

When I was around 9 or 10, I remember waking up night after night and seeing a pair of slanted red eyes about the size of ladels staring at me glowing in the dark. They'd be there for a few seconds before disappearing and I'd go back to sleep. I wasn't scared. This would go on for around a week and then stop for a while before reappearing again. Over the course of a year I probably saw 'the eyes' around six or seven times.

The weird thing was that I would draw them in my books, inside the front covers and around the edges of the pages, but only during the times that I was seeing them. When they weren't appearing, when I wasn't seeing them, I never gave them a second thought.

I recently gave myself shivers when I was flicking though an old Milly Molly Mandy paper back and was met with countless drawings of 'the eyes' staring back at me again from the pages!!

I've also experienced strange lapses in time and inexplicable recognition and knowledge of strangers. It's been suggested it could be neurological but I'm not so sure. My mother and I have both experienced strange things throughout our lives.

@tazzy73 no idea why, and I’ve never been to the place. But your story literally made my hairs stand up on end and gave me shivers. None of the others have done that yet to me. Glad you all got out safe x

@Woobeedoo
I lived in a Warner flat in Walthamstow and had to leave after 6 months as the place was horrendous. The scariest place I've ever lived. So many horrible things happened there. Still gives me the shudders now.

I've told this before on here & it's a few years ago.

Our house has a couple of fields that back onto other fields & a wood, so pretty rural. We have dogs who were on a raw diet at the time, so there were a lot of bones on the lawn outside, that we used to call The Graveyard.

One night, my DH, who is the least fanciful person ever, woke up (summer &: windows open) to hear something crunching on the bones. He looked outside to see a very large, black animal with a long curled tail eating the bones.

He came downstairs to get the big camera & took a photo. The flash disturbed it but he did get a photo of the back of it & it's very distinctive tail!

DH came back to bed & in his words "the bugger came back", he could hear it crunching again.

I grilled him to what he honestly thought & grudgingly said thought it was a panther/big cat!

Whatever it was, it never came back & we never heard of anything else in the area.

I used to be a Paediatric Nurse, there are a couple of bizarre experiences I had in the ward.

I was once looking after a child on a night shift 1-to-1 in the High Dependancy Unit (it's wasnt a unit it was one larger, better equipped room). It was early hours of the morning, nothing too exciting happening when the doors to the outside play area suddenly flung wide open. Now this had happened a few times previously when the doors were old wooden framed with an old dodgy lock, but they'd recently been replaced with nice new UPVC doors and fancy locks etc.

Try explaining that to a patient and parent!

Oh and there was one room in particular that one of our 'regulars' always stayed in - she even had artwork f her name on the wall lol. She was the most amazing and special little lady you could ever meet and I spent many a night in there with her rubbing her back and comforting her. Sadly she passed away way too young.

For weeks after she passed, the shower would just randomly come on in hmthat room or the call button would activate. Event, myself and one of the HCAs went in one night and just said 'look x we know it's you, you've had your fun but you need to stop now' and it did. Just like that.

I never would take my night time breaks in that room again though

I worked in a garden centre that had been built round the original house, which was Georgian but not like big massive stately home. Everyone kept telling me that Mr T, who was the original owner, was still around. I didn't believe it. But of course, one evening, left alone to lock up the house, I saw Mr T alright. He was by a window so I told him it was closing time and customers had to leave, he turned round to face me and vanished. And he looked like a normal person, just dressed a bit funny.

In April 2001 we went to New York for the first time. We did all the touristy things. On the first day we went to the viewing gallery at the top of the Twin Towers and stayed till dusk to take photos. I was so overwhelmed with the view and just took picture after picture.

When we got home we took the films to be developed. The pics from the first film which was all used taking the pics Of and from the Twin Towers came out completely black. Every one. The rest of the films from the remainder of the holiday we’re fine. We didn’t think anything of it at the time other than it was such a shame as the Towers were so impressive and the views from the viewing gallery stunning, that we had no pics to remind us. After the Towers were attacked on 9/11 it felt spooky and portentous somehow that all our photos were black. I know it must have been a faulty film but even so it made me feel uneasy.

My Grandfather died unexpectedly in his sleep when I was 15 in the early hours of a Monday morning. We always went for Sunday lunch, and I almost hadn't gone as I had a lot of homework, but changed my mind at the last minute. I woke up at some point during the night, in tears and thinking about my Grandad. I eventually went back to sleep, but at about 6.30am the phone rang. My Aunt had been staying with my Grandad and she took him a cup of tea as normal, but he had passed, clearly some time prior. He apparently looked very peaceful so obviously hadn't suffered. I knew what had happened as soon as I heard the phone ring. I'm sure he came to say goodbye.

SO much weird paranormal/synchronicity type stuff happens to me, all the time. For example:

1. Thinking of someone I haven't seen in 20 years, and then bumping into them in the supermarket an hour later. This happens a lot to me, I have also thought about exes and ex bosses and then bumped into them the same day too

2. Thinking of a song and it immediately starts playing on the radio, even old songs

3. Smelling the perfume of deceased loved ones very strongly from time to time, in my own house

4. Dreaming about things, and then they actually happen. Eg. dreaming about a friend getting pregnant, then the next day she announces she's pregnant

Freaks me out sometimes!

Whenever I've met 'sensitive' people they say 'you've seen and heard things haven't you?'. Truth is I have seen loads and heard a few things. I must give something out though.
Awful things happened in houses after I've directly moved out of them too, obviously coincidence but freaks me out.

when I was in my late teens I met a woman and after a few dates went back to her house for a drink and later made love, After we had made love I got out of bed and went downstairs to go outside for a cigarette while she jumped in the shower, As I was putting my shoes on there was something at the side of me deep breathing and making sexual noses in my ear as if it was copying what had just taken place in the bedroom earlier it was like a person stood right at the side of me, but no one was their just me. I put my shoes on quickly and grabbed my cigs and lighter and went outside , whilst smoking I was trying to process what just happened and thought the only explanation is there is a poltergeist in the house or my girlfriend was playing a trick on me.
Anyway after a couple of cigs I went back inside the house and mentioned what had happened as she sat on the bed putting a towel on her head and she said I was making it up and using it as a excuse so I didn't have to stay the night with her.
I decided to not spend the night there after what happened and would arrange to see her again in a couple of days time.
I met her again in her local for a drink and then went back to the house later that night, we decided to curl up on the sofa and watch a film, half way through the film we paused it so I could go for a cig outside, I picked my cigs and lighter up but noticed my keys weren't there so asked if she had moved them, She said they would be in the dolls house which was in the room where we had been watching the film, I opened the dolls house and saw my keys inside and also her set of keys, so took mine out and put them in my pocket and asked why she had put them in there. she did not answer my question only with a do you want a beer after you have had a smoke I said okay and went outside thinking that was strange, why would you put keys in a dolls house but decided to let it go.
whilst watching the film I could here noises upstairs and asked what that noise was and she said just to ignore it, but I couldn't and said I was going to toilet but really I wanted to know what was making that noise, ( it sounded like someone was running their fingers very fast over a central heating radiator) the noise dring,dring,dring I opened the door where the noise was coming from and the noise suddenly stopped, nobody was in that room.
I closed the door started to go back down the stairs and the noise started again dring,dring,dring. I opened the door again and it went silent again, I stood in the room and said show yourself don't be a pussy. Then I heard a really deep nasty laugh in my ear which scared me as their was nothing there and it was right next to me, I could even hear it breathing at the side of me but still could not see anything.
I went downstairs scared and told her what had just happened and she said not to worry its a friendly ghost and it wouldn't harm you.
That was not a friendly ghost that was a poltergeist and I know that for a fact because I went back upstairs to collect a few of my things before I left that house forever, and whilst I was gathering my things together I said you don't scare me you pussy show yourself (in reality I was shitting myself) it blew wind in my face, it was like sticking your head out of a car doing 70mph . that was it I ran downstairs said I would call her and darted to my car, got in it and drove home, my hands were shaking and I was petrified at what had just happened.
I never contacted her or went back to the house again.

I'm lying in the bath catching up on these, and the door started moving (no windows open) I nearly shit myself... Then I heard a sigh and realised the dog is lying on the floor and was having a stretch 🙄 I just couldn't see him.

@WillowKnicks, there was a big cat signings thread recently. It was fascinating.

Years ago I joined the prison service and we had to do some training in a place near Haverhill. I'm sure it used to be a prison but it had been used as a training centre for a while. We were staying there for 2 nights and had our own rooms. On the first night, quite late at night, I was talking to my boyfriend on the phone when the room went really cold and I noticed a shadow at my door- it was blocking out the light from the corridor. At first I thought maybe it was one of my colleagues but there was no sound. Then the door handle started to turn and someone was trying to get in my room. I lay there absolutely frozen staring at the door until it stopped and the shadow disappeared. My room was at the very end of the corridor.
The next morning at breakfast I was visibly shaken up and my friends asked what was wrong. I told them and they said they hadn't heard anything. They also said their rooms were really warm. The woman serving our breakfast overhead us and told her colleague who told me that a girl had been raped right outside my room and that there used to be stairs there. After that we dragged the mattress off my bed and I slept on the floor in my friend's room. I also refused to ever stay there again. It gives me the creeps writing about it now.