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.

Geoff can't go away, mummy. He walks in the walls........

Oh god!! Does remember any of this today?

Found this in classics when looking for more info on that creepy forest :)

www.mumsnet.com/Talk/mumsnet_classics/2264465-To-ask-what-is-the-strangest-creepiest-thing-that-has-ever-happened-to-you

One thing I forgot about that creeped me out. Last year I was in a supermarket waiting at the checkout. I looked at the man at the next till and thought to myself 'that man will die soon'.

15 mins later I had paid for my shopping and reached the top of the escalator. That man was slumped on the floor and his wife was screaming. Someone called an ambulance and others helped, so I left. Felt shaken up for a day or 2.

@Colouringaddict my grandad told my dad his mum was coming to collect him the night he died. He'd never said anything like that before. It's quite a comforting thought really.

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 loved Milly-Molly-Mandy as a child but I know exactly what you mean about the eyes.

Nothing spooky has ever happened to me in my 42 years alive, but you lot can't all be making this up so I do believe there is something out there, I also believe the theory that ghosts only reveal themselves to those who aren't scared of them.

Ive told this one before. I can't remember if it was a very vivid dream or real.
Anyway as a child I often used to wake up in the night and get in my parents bed. This night was no differen t. In the morning my mum got up first and it was just and my dad, and I turned around and saw a n other one of my dad (his doppelganger) I remember being more fascinated rather than scared and I said "Daddy Theres another man here with the same face as ypu.
My dad just calmly replied. Oh take no notice of him he'll go away in a minute.
I even remember my mum saying "Do you remember when you saw that man who was the same as your dad. However my mum wouldn't have wanted to remind me of it, plus she was very none woo. My parents have sadly passed now, so. There's no way I could ever find out if it was
a dream that st uck with me.
A false memory
It reAlly happened.

That forest story is creepy AF!! but it also made me think of an incident years ago that I can’t explain.

It too is a bit long, so apologies.

Growing up we lived in a house with a really long garden, about 250ft. It was sort of split in two with some trees/bushes and a little archway half way down. My brother and myself used to make dens in one area there and play around in the trees.

I was about 14 when this happened, and my brother 9.

It was Halloween week if I remember correctly and it was about 6pm so dark outside. Mum was cooking dinner and we were all in the kitchen. My brother suddenly says...and this still gives me the shivers....”mum, theres eyes in the garden”.

Mum and I do the raised eyebrow thing and ignore him. He says it again. We look out the window into the garden just to stop him going on about it really. Not expecting to see anything.

Mum peers our first and says “there’s eyes”

Looking out, half way down, in the area of trees etc, was a pair of green glowing eyes. They were the size of golf balls, further apart than human eyes and about 7 foot high up. Too big for a cat/dog etc. And even if it was a cat/dog sitting up the tree, the eyes were too large and too far apart.

We stared, the eyes stared. And apart from the kitchen light being on, there was nothing shining down there to get the “cats eyes” effect.

Mum is saying it’s an animal or something and to not worry, but then it gets weirder.

She kind of distracts me and my brother away from the window, but he goes back to look and then says “now there’s a light”

At this point I’m feeling pretty terrified. Once again mum and I join my brother at the window and there, sure enough is a light where the glowing eyes are. It’s like a lantern type glow. Glowing eyes aside, mum says it’s the reflection of our kitchen light.

To prove it, she gets my brother to turn the light out and sure enough, the light in the trees goes out too. We repeat the test a few times and it always goes out. Until it doesn’t. We catch it out. Our kitchen light is off, and the lantern glow in the trees is on, with the eyes still there too.

I literally sh*t myself. Mum decides to let the dog out into the garden because he was an ex police drugs dog and will scare anything away. He runs half way, barks, whimpers and comes running back.

Mum then bolted the back door and shut the kitchen curtains. She tried to tell us it was just kids mucking but I can’t think of anyone who would have thought to do that, been able to do the glowing eyes, etc. I know it wasn’t people playing a prank...if it was, it was Hollywood filmset skills level. Those eyes weren’t like torch light or anything, they were proper, pupil like eyes. I know they were eyes, but not human, or any animal I’ve seen. The lantern light was like the ones people would hold up to see where they were going years ago. It was something I, to this day, can’t explain.

I never really mention it because it’s one of those things people won’t believe.

It’s always made me worry that maybe we saw something that would suggest the existence of evil. And that is scary!

I didn’t put this in the story because I can rationale this more, but around the same time something else happened.

When we moved in, the house was full of furniture from the previous owner who had died. One item was a huge ornate mirror. It was in my parents room on a heavy, old, dresser. I think that was left there too.

Anyway, this mirror had sat on the dresser for years without incident. One evening we are downstairs watching tv and there is a huge smash. We go up, and the mirror is on the floor broken. I remember us being puzzled because the dresser was large enough that if it somehow toppled over if should have just fallen on the surface.

Then, among all the pieces of glass there was a black and white photo of an old lady.

Mum said it was probably attached to the back or something, and maybe it was. It was just so strange for that mirror to suddenly just hurl itself to the floor after all that time.

I don’t know ? Can tell you that after those two episodes, I wanted to move house!!

When I was a student, a friend and I visited her school friend in a town about 30 minutes from the town we were studying. The friend's house (I had never met her before) was a bit weird and creepy. Her and her flat mates rented it from a Canon in the church. There were lots of crucifices in the house. There was also a massive dining room with a huge table they had to entertain dignitaries from the church at twice a week. There was also a mini chapel in one room of the house with a paving stone standing up that looked like a grave stone. It was all very strange.

Jesus Christ @ElizabethMountbatten next to the woods story that is the most horrifying thing I’ve read on this thread! Hollywood movie level terrifying! - there’s no emoji on here to cover it!!

littlepeas

Do you mean Wychbury hill? I used to love it up there!

I’ve had lots of synchronicity stuff but nothing too scary. Think of an old friend and they call. Coincidences that are stranger than fiction. But once I dreamt of a car crashing and bursting into flames. A deer jumped out of it. A doe. I woke up. The next morning I learned my friend had been in a car crash and nearly died. She could never speak or walk again and had to live in a special home. We were 14. She looked like a doe and I always thought of her as a doe. The dream happened about the same time as the accident.

When I was 19 being a mother’s helper I was in a bank to open an account. I had my little charge with me. I was waiting to speak with someone and picked up a pamphlet on a table the chair I was in. It said something like every 15 minutes someone’s house in London is broken into. Suddenly I felt I had to get home (employers home where I also lived) and rushed out without talking to anyone, running pushing the stroller all the way. When I walked in I saw the window was broken and the house had been burglarized.

My mother had more dramatic experiences. She and my sister-in-law were getting paintings made by my father ready to be photographed professionally for the first time. My father had died 10 years before. While they were in his bedroom his upright bicycle pump was sitting on his desk. It started rocking itself back and forth for a whole minute or two. They decided it was Dad telling them he was pumped to get the paintings photographed.

A few years ago my stepfather died. My mother was given a trunk he had stored at a friend’s. Inside were copies of every letter he ever wrote in his whole life. From these my mom learned that her spouse had many affairs and was probably a sex addict and also bisexual. Later she decided to share this news with the daughter of her deceased husband and afterwards strange things started happening. That night the vent in the floor of the downstairs loo somehow came out of the floor with a big crash. The vent was directly above where she had put the trunk of letters in the basement. Then my mom started seeing, at night while in bed, a weird figure with green dots and a red light tracing its outline. Over the weeks it got closer and closer and was menacing. Other strange things were moved in her bedroom. Finally a friend told her she was a ghost buster and she cane over to help make him, Steve, leave. When she arrived she headed to the basement, right where the trunk was, and said she sensed he was in this room. She then had my mom try to forgive hiM and remember how she loved him. The lady told Steve all was well now and he needed to head for the light. Nothing spooky happened after that.

The Savernake Forest story is so creepy. There’s been lots of weird stuff happen there over the years. I think Michael Ryan the Hungerford gunman killed some people there too.

Went for a nap when dd3 was a couple of months old. Left her downstairs with dh. Halfway through the nap, appropo of nothing, I sat bolt upright in bed and felt the urge to run, not walk, downstairs. Get downstairs and there's dh asleep on the sofa, originally with the baby lying on his belly, except she'd slipped down and was trapped facedown behind the sofa cushion. If I hadn't have seen in time... It doesn't bear thinking about.

@littlepeas ‘who put Bella in the wychelm’?? 😯

The creepiest thing that ever happened to me had an explaination, but at the time it was happening we had no idea what was going on, Not sure if it fits here because of the above but thought I would share anyway as it stuck with me throuhout my life and left me feeling like its the living we have to fear, not the dead/ghosts/etc

Early 90s, I was around eight or nine years old. Started hearing noises in the attic at night, Sounded like someone was walking around up there, the odd bang here and there. Told my Mum, She didn't hear anything. I heard it for about a Month. Was told there was nothing to worry about.

Soon after the noises started my Mum started getting calls on the house phone, started off with silence down the phone, that turned into heavy breathing, that turned into him saying he could see us, he knew what we were wearing, he was going to hurt us. He would call every night.

Mum packed a bag for me one night because she was going to take me to my grandparents out of harms way until the police could figure out what was going on, She got home that night alone. As she walked into the house she heard bangs coming from the attic so she ran out to the neighbours house and called the police, The attic was empty when they arrived but there was a blanket up there and a pillow, food wrappers etc that didn't belong to us.

A few weeks later a man was arrested, he lived directly at the back of our house (garden at the back of our house seperated by a fence, then his garden and his house) He could see directly into our bedrooms if he was in his bedroom, hence knowing what we were wearing. He admitted to breaking into our house multipul times and going into our attic so he could keep tabs on us, He also admitted he wanted to hurt me. He ended up being jailed and it also came out he had been abusing his own little boy who was six at the time. He was also the local peeping tom type who would look through windows (We only found this out after the fact)

I remember his wife and little boy moved away very soon after it happened and so did we.

For obvious reasons I've NC for this.

Read with caution, mine is super creepy.

You won't believe me when I write this but I'm not in the least bit woo, I don't believe in fortune telling or anything.
I'm late 40s but I've always had this.
I have a sense when outwardly perfectly healthy people are are going to pass away soon.

To be clear; I'm not talking about elderly people, I'm talking about seemingly healthy people under the age of say 60.

Clearly I don't tell them, I don't tell anyone. How could I? I'm talking about younger people who seem to be perfectly healthy, I can't just point to someone off the telly I have to meet them in person.

I've never been wrong yet and it is a horrible thing to know. It applies to former colleagues, friends and acquaintances. I can't explain it, I just know.

I'm going to reiterate: it is a horrible thing to know. I feel like I'm cursed.

It creeps me right out every single time.

My strange story is so long and convoluted... a neurologist once told me to write a book about it, so this is just a basic outline!

When I was a child I had a very vivid dream... I was in year 3, so I was about 7 years old. I remember re-telling this dream to any poor unsuspecting person who would listen... over and over again... so the memory is still clear in my mind today, as if it were yesterday.

I had dreamt that a man shot at my head multiple times, filling my brain with tiny canon balls... my whole head was buzzing and I knew it was only a matter of time until they were all going to explode. My cousin (still in my dream) came to my rescue and hugged me, trying to reassure me. I kept saying, “I’m going to die! My head is going to explode!” And she kept repeating (in a reassuring voice) “It’s ok, don’t worry, you’re just going to die, everything’s going to be ok”. I remember thinking, “no it bloody won’t! My heads about to blow up! That’s NOT ok!” Then a booming sinister countdown started, 10...9...8...7...6...5...4... but before it got to zero, I woke up. I recall waking up drenched in sweat, my head buzzing... I had pins and needles all over and was sobbing, but incredibly relieved to be alive.

Prior to that (and after that) I had many other dreams about dying or being about to die and sometimes even being dead... and nobody believing me.

The other day I found a drawing I’d done in my teens... it’s a little cartoon self portrait... and on the right hand side of my cartoon head there’s a hole. You can see straight through the head, as if someone had shot right through it. It’s not violent or gory in any way, just a neat little hole in the right side of my head. There was another massive drawing I’d done in chalky pastels, where I’d drawn a self portrait but the top of my head is bulging, as if it’s a balloon that’s been over inflated and about to pop.

Anyway... fast forward to my early 20s. I felt like there was something wrong with me and I’d said to a friend, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I can’t stop thinking about being seriously unwell.”

I was completely convinced there was something seriously medically wrong with me, but at the same time I knew this would be perceived as completely irrational. So although I felt convinced, I couldn’t bring myself to go to the doctors.

A year or so later (feeling genuinely fatigued and experiencing weird aches and pains and a whole host of symptoms) I decided to go to the GP and tell them. I figured they might suspect MS (thanks Dr Google) and do a check up... and hopefully clarify things for me. I basically wanted proof that my brain was normal.

Because my symptoms sounded like the hallmarks of MS, they did a full spine and brain MRI scan.

I went to see the neurologist for the results. He said, “you don’t have MS, everything is fine, there’s absolutely nothing to worry about. We found a large mass in the right side of your brain but it’s an incidental find and unrelated to any of your symptoms... so just carry on as if you never found out about it.”

Not wanting to sound like a hypochondriac, I smiled and thanked him... and asked if there would be any follow up? He begrudgingly said he’d see me again in three months time ‘if I really wanted’ and sent me on my way.

I thought three months was perfect because I was due to go travelling for two months and could go and see him after my trip.

Trip came and went... I settled back into normal life (I had got a new job) and I was doing all I could to make a good impression at work. But for some reason I felt completely out of sorts. I was sleeping loads and being as healthy as I could but no matter what I did I felt really really tired. Tired to the point that I felt drunk. I was slurring my speech, couldn’t get my words out and had a dull ache at the back of my head.

I called the neurologist and the receptionist tried to pass a message on that I wanted to come in for the follow up. He never got back to me as promised. I chased this for a while. Eventually he said I didn’t need to be seen- that I was just anxious because I knew I had a mass in my brain etc and it was all in my head.

I was working two jobs- one job in mental health advocacy and my new job (as a support and advice worker for families affected by mental health issues).

One Friday afternoon at my advocacy job, I sat at my desk and thought, ‘what if I never came back here? What if I got hit by a bus and this was the last time I ever sat at this desk... would I wish I’d done anything differently before I left the office? Finished off any important notes? Tidied up my paper tray?’

That afternoon I cancelled all my meetings and spent the rest of the day sorting out all my paperwork and my whole desk... until I could honestly say I wouldn’t be worried if I never came back (I.e. my colleagues and manager would know exactly where all my cases were at and nothing would be left for anyone else to sort out).

My Dad had been helping me find a second opinion and I had printed out my brain scan (to carry in my pocket in case anything happened). The thing in my head was a cavernoma- they aren’t cancerous, they are basically an abnormal mass of blood vessels and they shouldn’t be a problem... unless they bleed.

Before I could be seen by a neurologist, I collapsed at work (at my new job)... in my managers car. She said I looked so sick that she wanted me to go home and insisted on giving me a lift to the station.

I got pins and needles all down one side as she was driving, head was buzzing... felt drunk, nauseous, at first I didn’t want to make a fuss but my speech was all slurred and we both quickly realised I needed help.

My manager drove to the station and called 999... Paramedics came and I remember thinking, ‘I’m really not ok, I need these paramedics to like me, because I really need them to believe me and help me’... so I tried to get out the car and greet them... I didn’t want them to think I was being a hyperchondriac so I was trying to be upbeat and smiley... but with my slurry speech and inability to walk, they thought I was drunk! The last thing I remember them saying was, “right then, how much has she had to drink?”

Luckily I’d handed my brain scan to my manager before I completely blacked out. My manager said she kept telling them I definitely hadn’t been drinking or taking drugs... and as soon as they saw the scan I’d printed, I was rushed straight to A&E at kings college hospital.

The neurologist who refused to see me got a call from Kings, requesting all my notes and scans. And my Dad called him to say I had collapsed and was in hospital... he told my Dad I had been offered an appointment but never turned up!

I underwent brain surgery to remove the bleeding mass in the right side of my brain. The mass was the size of a large walnut by the time they operated.

Turns out... my whole life, this thing had been in there... bleeding... causing all kinds of symptoms (but I was so young when it started that I didn’t know my symptoms weren’t a normal part of life). Besides, if I ever tried to tell anyone, they said I was fine and there was nothing wrong. I had tried to tell the neurologist about some of my symptoms but he had dismissed them all.

Anyway, I had collapsed at work because I’d had a really big bleed. That was October... I was out of hospital mid December (just in time for Christmas)... I was living with my parents at this time.

I spent a lot of time with my Dad, who wasn’t feeling at all well.

That haemorrhage turned out to be the best timed catastrophe of my life... because it meant I spent a whole month with my Dad before he died very suddenly at home at the end of January.

I suppose the strange thing that can’t be explained, is how (on some level) I knew there was something wrong with my brain very early on in my life. But it took a huge bleed in my 20s before anything was acknowledged.

And how lucky that’s the way it happened... otherwise I might not have spent that time with my Dad, just before he died.

We can only understand life backwards, but we have to live it forwards.

Now I have an incredible neurologist. He said I was a textbook case of undiagnosed temporal lobe epilepsy (one of the side effects of the cavernoma bleeds).

The NHS saved my life. Now I work for the NHS.

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My aunt, in Ireland, had a near fatal stroke about 8 years ago.
I was in Italy at the time and knew nothing about it until the next morning when my Mum phoned me. I remember telling my Mum that I already knew- really weird.
As it was happening to my aunt the night before I had become violently sick without any explanation. I had also had a dream where I was stuck face down on the floor looking at floor tiles- I didn’t know where I was in the dream and I couldn’t move. Later in the year my aunt died. I went into her house for the first time since her kitchen had been renovated- and saw the tiles. I had been looking out of her head in my dream as the stroke happened- in my dream I felt her panic-she had been found face down on the floor.
I can’t explain it- but at that moment I had been in her head- looking out.

Why oh why did I open this thread in the dark by myself at stupid o'clock? When will I ever learn?

Not creepy, just odd.
A year or two ago I started to wear earrings again and bought a pair of plain studs to wear during the day.
I was at my daughters home playing with my grandson and he was telling me how Mummy had put a clothes peg on her ear. To his great delight I let him put a peg on my ear. It was only as I was leaving several hours later that I realised my earring had been pulled out by the peg. We all searched for it. It wasn’t in my clothes or the chair. I’d obviously wandered around the place during my visit and although we all looked carefully, the earring was nowhere to be found.
About two weeks later I was coming down the stairs in my own home and noticed something on the carpet near the bottom of the stairs. It was the missing earring, complete with dent in it where the peg had pulled it off. I’d had walked home from my daughter’s, had had many changes of clothing, had hoovered several times and had walked up and down the stairs on numerous occasions without seeing anything on the floor. There must be an explanation, but I’m blowed if I know what it is.

The pp's story of the ''man in the walls'' has jogged my memory of DD4 (6) and the house we lived in till she was 3.

Various very small things happened as soon as we moved in such as smelling cigar smoke in specific places, both cats watching something go slowly up the living room wall over their heads and slowly back down the opposite wall (while the humans in the room could see nothing). Clocks stopping. The sort of stuff which you forget over time ...

DD was born and we would have her changing mat in our room with her cot ect. Right from when she was able she would move her head to stare up into one particular corner of our room. (plain corner, nothing to see) When we would hold her to burb her she would crane her neck to look there. As she grew she would wave her arms and babble up at the corner while lying on the changing mat. Once able to sit up she would offer toys up at nothing. Especially in the living room that one.

Once she could talk she'd point up at the ceiling in our room and say 'man'.

Then later on 'man in the wall mummy'.

''Man who lives in the wall''. Blue shirt/jumper/top (cant remember the exact word now. But it was blue.

Then one day she did an imitation of his face. ''He's up there like this mummy'' ... My God! It was horrible rage! Bared snarling teeth and staring eyes.

DH and i would play it down to be honest. We didn't ask her about it or prompt her. Didn't want to hear it quite frankly. We knew we wouldn't be staying in the house long as it was a temp. rent situation and we left when she'd just turned 3. The house had previously belonged to an old gentle man who had passed away (in the house? don't know) Was it him?

Thank you @Laiste 😁

I’m very non-woo despite loving stories like these and yours is one that is hard to explain.

Can you remember a bit more about the items and how they were stacked/balanced?