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

[Snowcappedmountains]

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.

@MitziK have you never tried to get a photo of ghost cat??

Ooh I’ve remembered another - can’t think whether it was on here though...

Someone was exploring some ruins and tried to go up some steps that weren’t there but would have been before it was ruins.

Nah. She's fine as she is.

I've had a few creepy things happen:

Saw orbs after a friend lost a baby.

Thought I saw my deceased father in my room. Saw a medium some years later and my Dad came through and said it was him without me prompting and mentioning the incident.

The most scary incident happened a few months ago. I woke up in the middle of the night and thought I could see a face near me (I live alone). I started screaming and thought I must have been half asleep.

I was on a canal boat in a lock, the water was going down. I was waving my hands around and my ring flew off my finger and sank into the water.

As few minutes later, as the water went out the lock, the brickwork was exposed- and there was my ring! Nestled in a crack in the wall.

Should have kept that ring as a lucky charm but I don’t know where it is now

Me and my brother were walking home from school and took a different route to usual through some back roads - we were walking around for what seemed like forever. We got home and it was 1520. We left school at the end of the school day at 1530. Still gives me chills and we can’t explain it.

I wrote earlier in the thread about after my Dads funeral, a couple of strange things happened. I came across this photo when having a sort out, putting flowers where his ashes are. It looks like an orb possibly on there? I carried this around with me for a while after, those swirly Mark's weren't there before. Not sure how it happened, the back of the photo looks like it has been burnt maybe..have no idea!

Got another few. Not very scary but just odd.

I never personally felt anything unusual in my mum's house growing up but my mum has told me this story. My brother (the most laidback human in the world) was heard shouting and swearing in the middle of the night, mum had got up for the toilet and heard him saying 'just fuck off and leave me alone' mum goes into him to see what's wrong and he says 'every fucking night I've had someone sitting at the bottom of by bed and it's starting to really piss me off now! His was about 17 at the time and really unusual for him to get so annoyed 😂

Another
Nan was at my aunties one evening when they heard scraping coming from upstairs. My cousin was a baby, asleep in her cot. My auntie was too scared to go and find out what the noise was having experienced weird thing previously in the house so she sent my nan up. When my nan entered my cousins room she had to push hard against the door as the chest of drawers was blocking half of it!

My dad was walking our dog down the canal one evening (it was dark) when he saw a man sanding in front of him on the path (about 10 meters away) my dad felt scared so let the dog of the lead. Then man suddenly vanished. Dad carried on his walk and decided he would get off the canal at the next exit. All of a sudden the dog stopped walking and was staring into the trees at the other side of the canal, sure enough there was the man my dad and seen minutes before standing amongst the trees! There wasn't a bridge around to cross the canal. My dad said he vomited and then ran the rest if the way home

Lots of things have happened over the years.

My cat was killed by a car in 2015

She always loved taking little bits and pieces and hiding them away, cliips, coins, bits of paper etc.

We play a lot of scrabble and for years we only had 99 tiles instead of 100. We had 99 at the time of her death and never found it.

Last year, 4 years after she died, it was a Saturday morning and I went downstairs for a cup of tea. When I came up, there placed perfectly and squarely on the bottom of the bed was a scrabble tile, the letter S.

I was totally puzzled about how it could have got there.I put it in the bag with the others but couldn't get it out of my head where it had appeared from. The house has had a lot of changing and moving around,and, obviously, the bed is changed every week,

There is no one here to bring scrabble tile and put it on the bed - it hadn't been there when I went to make the tea and no one else in the house.

Later that day I was looking through some photos on the computer and I saw that it was four years exactly to the date since we adopted her from the cattery.

She had previously come back to visit me about three weeks after she passed, I had seen her, stroked her and played with her on the bed. This has happened with every animal I've owned - they come back and see me a few weeks after the pass.

I often look at the tile and wonder exactly where it was all that time.

I am convinced she 'returned' it to us. We marked the back so we know which tile it is and we have tripled its points!!

Thanks a fucking bunch for this thread...

The other night I woke up and there was someone stood at the end of the bed. I thought it was eldest DD so called her name, then shouted her. No response so I turned my bedside lamp on, nothing. Looked at my phone and it was 4:19am. In my middle of the night fear I convinced myself 4 19 was the 19th of April and so I had six days to live.

Obviously I didn't die but now after reading this thread I had a thought to check the fate of previous owners and quite perturbed to discover that one died suddenly at home on the 13th April some years ago. I wonder if he'll come back next year...

I wish my cat would come back and visit me one last time.

@Colouringaddict that just gave me the nicest shivers ❤️

Will read this thread later!

PMK

My strangest experience has to be just after DD was born. I'd had an EMCS and she had to spend a few days in the SCBU. I think this happened the day she was discharged from special care so her first night with me. I was really boiling hot- it was July so perfectly normal to be hot- I'd asked OH to open all the windows before he went home. A midwife checked on us and shut the windows incase DD got cold. I went off to sleep but still felt so incredibly hot. I then felt like I was floating up away from the bed, then looking down at myself. I remember thinking I had to press the call button, it was right there on my pillow but I just couldn't make my arm move to touch it. I was trying to scream and shout but nothing came out. I was trying desperately to bring myself back down to my body or wake myself up. I still can't remember how I 'came to', whether I woke up or went in to a deeper sleep?!

I'm sure it was just pure exhaustion but at the time I felt like I was dying.

In the mid-90s, my grandad collapsed and died in the bathroom one night. After his passing, my grandma didn’t like to be alone so I would stay there most Friday nights (I would have been about 8/9 at this point).

Every Saturday morning she would wake up really early, and go downstairs. Without fail, every time I heard her close the living room door downstairs, the exact same floorboards that joined the bathroom and the bedroom I stayed in would creak as though someone had walked from the bathroom and was standing outside the bedroom, and I felt an awful presence that made me feel sick with fear - I used to lay there just paralysed until I finally got the courage to run downstairs. I eventually came to expect it and to this day I believe it was my grandad. When he was alive, we didn’t have a close relationship. I always found him a bit odd and not at all like you expect grandfathers to be. It freaks me out to this day looking back 😱

Not creepy, kind of comforting but I can't explain it so here goes...

My grandmothers birthday was the day before mine and following her divorce (frowned upon in those days I guess) she always wore a ring of our birthstone on her engagement finger.

After she passed my dad and uncle were clearing her house and I went to help. They asked if there was anything I would like to remember her by. The ring sprang to mind but even though she wore it every day no one knew where it was.

As I passed a small bookcase of trinkets in the hallway I was drawn to a small box, on opening there it was, the ring!

She had been bed bound for months and had dementia; maybe one of her carers put it there for safekeeping but I like to think I was meant to find it. Now I wear it everyday.

3746 That's such a beautiful story!

I have a few from the last house I lived in, and one from childhood, this may be long and rambling!

Best friend as a child lived in one wing of a huge old house which backed onto fields with a painted wooden church the other side. We used to go roaming in the field and I vividly remember one day running through the wheat (a la Theresa May) until we reached the border with the church, I think there was a ditch of some sort or a low hedge, at any rate we were startled to see a man about 15/20 ft away, up to his chest in the ground digging a grave in the churchyard, so we kind of stopped, a little bit spooked and didn't go any further. He looked over to where we were crouched and sort of half smiled in that way you do when you're playing hide and seek with children and know exactly where they're hiding. Anyway, he carried on digging and we kept popping our heads over the top of the wheat to get another look at what he was doing out of morbid curiosity, and eventually he looked me straight in the eye and smiled and I remember feeling absolutely petrified, stone cold, dizzy and just yanking my friend with me and running as fast as I could back to her house, with this horrible ominous feeling of being followed all the way back. When my dad collected me an hour or so later and we drove past the churchyard I could barely bring myself to look out of the window but when I did there was nothing there, nobody, no disturbed earth, no sign of anything in that spot. Of course I might have been too far away or travelling too fast to see but it was a very small church and grounds so I feel like I would have been able to see something. Can still picture him to this day, looking me in the eye and smiling in a not exactly pleasant way.

Never had any more woo moments until I moved into my last house, it was a small Victorian terrace, within a couple of months of moving in we had horrendous problems with cold spots and damp, it was constantly mouldy and the atmosphere especially upstairs and in the corner of our bedroom was always oppressive. It was one of those houses where the front door opens into the living room, then it had one of those really steep staircases bisecting the ground floor with dining room and tiny kitchen and bathroom behind, two bedrooms and a box room up top. Every time I walked past the bottom of the stairs I felt like I was being watched from the top, and I lost count of the number of times the door of the cupboard in our bedroom (which sat directly over the stair well) would pop open. We used to think it may be a draft from the loft but could never feel anything, and there was often real resistance from the other side when you pushed it shut again. Over the months it got to the point we were sleeping with the laundry basket wedged in front of it we were so unnerved by it.

Anyway, story 1 from that house: DH and I had both had a really disturbed night, constant bad dreams, and cupboard door which was next to the head of the bed popping open in spite of wedged laundry basket. Woke up in the morning and glanced over to the chest of drawers next to the bed, and same side of room as cupboard, to find a bottle of soy sauce from the kitchen, and three baby bottles in size order lined up on top. DC all too young at the time to reach kitchen cupboards.

Story 2: DS2 in baby bouncer awake but quite peaceful, suddenly did a big angsty cry and as he did so, I looked up in time to see a load of paperwork and books "jump" out of a box at the top of a (different) cupboard and land on top of him. Box was nowhere near full so it couldn't have just slipped off, no windows open. That was the point at which I really started to want to move house. DS2 was fine if a little shocked!

Story 3:
DH and I watching TV one evening, I go upstairs to settle one of DC, come downstairs to find him talking in a weird, comically croaky voice in the kitchen making cheese on toast. As I crossed the dining room I said "Who are you talking to?" At which point very un-woo DH looks at me, all the colour drains from his face and he says "You're in there..." And points to the bathroom door leading off the back of the kitchen which is shut (normally we left it open as the handle was a bit dodgy).
Turns out he'd walked into kitchen, heard someone running taps in the bathroom, assumed I'd come downstairs already and asked "me" if I wanted cheese on toast, to which someone had replied "yes please" in a weird croaky voice, and he was jokingly replying in an equally weird voice. Neither of us wanted to open the bathroom door but eventually DH did... No one there. Taps still on. The bath taps always used to turn themselves on on their own too, we'd thought it was a boiler pressure issue up until then!

Now, living in our current house I find the lack of atmosphere makes me realise how palpable the feeling was in the old place, and the first thing we both said when lockdown began was "thank god we're not still living there" (for reasons both ghostly and environmental health related )

This isn't creepy as such but I have had several dreams that colleagues/friends/acquaintances are pregnant and then they find out they are, my dreams seem to be just before they get pregnant.

I also have had 3 death dreams and they did indeed die shortly after and not expected😬. I don't really believe in premonitions etc but it freaks me out a bit.

Sorry there's a fairly big preamble here;

In 2015 I backpacked in India for a month with my partner and a friend.
We decided to visit an ashram we had read about in the lonely planet guide book - the ashram belonged to Amma - the hugging mother.
This was a middle aged lady who when at the ashram dished out hugs to the people there during daily services.
Unfortunately when we visited, Amma was away overseas - Google her - she's very popular and does a lot of humanitarian work I believe.

We decided to stay two nights at the Ashram as we had limited time but we all agreed we wanted to see it. And if you stayed 3 night's you had to do chores so we wanted to avoid paying for the chance to do that!

Upon arriving it was quite a strange place and nothing like we were expecting (we were imagining an Eat Pray Love style place). It consisted of several buildings, a couple of blocks of flats (apartments) that housed people staying there, a big hall area where meals were served and the services took place, and a shop where you could buy Amma souvenirs / memorabilia and clothing.
The clothing side was long elephant printed skirts, long sleeved shirts etc. You had to be fully covered at the ashram, no shorts etc so I ended up buying a long skirt to wear. You were also not allowed to take photos anywhere in the ashram - lots of signs up stating this.

We 'checked in' - and they gave us keys to an apartment in one of the blocks - we headed up to our room, it was two rooms divided in the middle by a curtain but we left that open and there were 4 single beds, my partner and I took one side of the unit and my friend went on the other side.
When we first arrived we saw the toilet in our room had a porcelain seat but built into the seat were footholds so you could also stand on the seat to squat if preferred - this was the only time we had seen a toilet like this on our travels, and we had become fairly obsessed with toilets in India, even coming up with a grading scale which included marks for things such as 'animals in the toilet', 'paper available', 'running water' etc - it was one of the funny highlights we got to discuss everyday multiple times for obvious reasons!

Anyway, back to the ashram toilet - we thought it was so funny I decided to take a quick pic of my friend standing on the squat seat and she pulled a funny face. I then decided to take a sneaky photo out of the window of our unit. We were fairly high up, maybe the 5th or 6th floor. Even though it was HIGHLY unlikely I would be seen taking it I still felt sneaky and like i was doing something wrong (which technically I was!!) and I was scared I'd get caught.

The first night passed uneventfully, we spent the next day in the ashram in our long covering clothes, wondering about the people there, obviously lots of Indians but also lots of 'tourist/backpackers' but everyone seemed to know exactly how it worked and all the words to the different ritual prayers that were being said which we attended - it was quite strange, we had to presume most people had been there a while. We just wandered around attending different services all day and taking it all in.

That night after sorting plans to leave the next day we went to bed, fairly early as there's not much to do in an Ashram after dark (that we know of).

Around 3.00am I woke up and went to the toilet - it was dark in the room and I felt a bit creeped so went quickly and rushed back into my bed.
I was lying there trying to get back to sleep when I started to hear an awful moaning, wailing sound, it wasn't a cry as though someone needed help, it was more guttural and kept going over and over - I couldn't tell if it was male or female. It was coming from the corridor but sounded far away like it could be a few floors higher than ours, but it was getting closer, to me it sounded like it was getting closer too quickly to be possible as it was suddenly very close as though it was on our floor and getting progressively louder as it got closer, this awful groaning, moaning sound. I couldn't help imaging some awful being roaming the corridors when everyone was sleeping and it sensing I wasn't asleep and heading to me and just standing on the other side of the apartment door - I was so scared, I curled into a ball, wrapped the sheets over myself, put my fingers in my ears and I lay there terrified, until I must have fallen back to sleep eventually.

Thankfully morning came, and I told my partner and friend what I'd experienced in the night.
My friend told me she had woken at 3.15am for no reason, she hadnt heard anything like I had but had had an overwhelming feeling of being scared - she didn't know why but she just woke up and felt really scared.

We left the ashram as soon as we could and were glad to see the back of it to be honest. It was too weird and creepy for my liking and I don't think I could have stayed another night after my experience.

The next place we travelled to was Varkala, we hired scooters for the day and rode to some different places, I was taking lots of photos. At one point I asked my partner to pass me my camera which had been in his backpack, and it wasn't there. We had only stopped once close to one person when we'd pulled over to ask for directions. We re-rode our route and went back to the places we stopped and it was nowhere to be found.
As a result I lost the photos taken in the ashram - I really believe I lost the camera because I had those photos on it and they should never have been taken.

Great stories to all who have posted.

The "avalanche/Savernake Forest" story was truly bloody terrifying...

@Bananalanacake

I agree that a ‘ghost’ will only show itself if you aren’t scared of them.
I assume that’s why even though I now live in the family home I grew up in where my mother insisted that her own mother, who passed away when she was a child, would turn on/off lights, toaster, kettle etc. I have never experienced this.

I remember telling her that she must never haunt me when she passed as I’d be really scared.

When my mother was in hospital very poorly she, just the once, said ‘it’s my mum, there, in the corner, she’s here’
I thought that meant she would die that day but she didn’t. In fact, the next day she seemed so much better and more ‘with it’

The day after that though she did pass away.
It’s a comfort to me that she saw her own mother and I think she came to get her.

To this day though I won’t have it that there’s anything ‘spooking’ our house. Nope!.

I wish my cat would come back and visit me one last time

VenusClapTrap

I promise you, if there is a bond between you and your cat he/she will have been drawn drawn back to you and would still sometimes be around you.

Usually it's when you are quiet like early in the morning or late at night, or rather, that's when you're more likely to notice them.

I sometimes have been lying in bed reading and felt a cat walking across the mattress but can see nothing.

I cannot say what happens when we all die but I know from my experiences some part of us lives on and I believe we are reunited when we pass.

3746 That's such a beautiful story!

Thank you, Isadora! I have a bond with all my animals but her in particular, there is something special.