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.

My dad told me when he was at boarding school, in the late 50s, he was in bed one night when a boy walked into his room, right up to him and stared at him. My dad was just staring back, thinking who is this and why is he in the room just staring at me? The boy then turned away, and walked straight through the wall.

Dad said that it wasn't until he walked through the wall that he realised he was a ghost. He also said that the next day they heard that the precious occupant of that bed had tragically died.

I lived in a haunted flat on my own in Liverpool. I knew it was from the start as you could cut the atmosphere with a knife. However, it didn't feel negative so i wasn't scared. I could live with it. Lots of loud bangs upstairs etc.
My first week there a friend came round for tea and said it was haunted...i agreed.
I forgot about it for a while and never delt scared but i was a bit of a mess in that flat.

During my last month there i was teacher training. When one of my colleagues asked where i lived the first thing she said was. " oh Helen ( colleague)used to live there...it's haunted...she saw a man walk through the wall"
My hair did stand on end but tbh i found real flat mates much scarier than a ghost!

I have a few...

After I had my 1st dd I was staying at my parents house so my mum could help me (I was only 19 and had had a section) 3 nights after I had her and was back home I was laying in bed, my partner in the other single bed in the same room and the whole bed started shaking violently. I was petrified and screaming out, my partner woke up and my mum came running in. It stopped as soon as it started.
The next morning I couldn’t talk. Every word I was trying to say was coming out like I had had a stroke, I knew what I wanted to say, just couldn’t say it. I got taken back to hospital and they said it was exhaustion, I hadn’t slept at all in days, except for that night. Makes me wonder though.

After losing my mum very suddenly I had a dream a few weeks later where I collected her from a hospital and we went for a walk along the beach, we took our shoes off and dipped them into the water whilst talking. She was telling me how much she loved us all and that she didn’t want to leave me and that she couldn’t imagine ever being without me. We sobbed and hugged and then she said she was feeling weak and had to go back and I walked her back to the hospital. It was so vivid that I woke up sobbing and felt like I had been holding her. We never got to say goodbye so I think that was her way of doing that.
Also I had her old phone, it was on my bedside table and one day I sat on the bed thinking and her voice starting playing out, she was talking to me! I was shouting out talking back to her, crying, jumping up and down. I really thought she was talking to me. Turns out she had recorded voice notes to my siblings and me. She had said their names and then said and you cesca. As if she knew I would be listening. Telling us she loved us misses us and would always be with us. Could never find what date she had recorded them but she wasn’t ill at all, a healthy 63 so seems strange to do.

I also see a medium a year later, booked her by phoning up on an old payg sim. Didn’t give her my name, address, nothing. When I got there and was sat in the room we exchanged pleasantries and she said to me you are really struggling. At that moment I see a shadow on the wall behind her and the hairs on my arms stood up. I felt so comforted it was strange. She asked me what I see because she see my head and eyes move, I said nothing and she looked at me and smiled and said yes you did your mum just walked in saying my nickname she used to call me.
I understand some of this is probably grief but it gives me a lot of comfort.

Oh I forgot the one about my dad. My mum and dad used to live at the top of a high rise. A couple of workers had passed away whilst it was being built. My mum and dad were laid in bed one morning and my dad was being pulled down the bed. My mum thought he was joking but he put his arms in the air and my mum pulled the covers back and he was a good 5 inches off the bed completely. My elder brother had an imaginary Friend the whole time they lived there too.

Thank you 3746xvy734

Shop i used to work in. Long ramble - sorry:
Old town, old buildings, 2 properties knocked through into one - so unusually large shop floor downstairs and BIG stockroom with open eves roof upstairs. The whole stockroom was full of big free standing wooden shelving units for the stock which were about 10 foot high. You could see through them, but they ran from wall to wall, like a library, which made it a bit like a maze up there. Our little staff room up there was in the opposite corner to where the staircase came up.

Downstairs was fine, upstairs was frankly a nightmare.

If anyone knows that feeling that when you walk into a place you're disturbing something very old and very very pissed off? The air feels quiet and thick. You're entering the home of something which doesn't want you there and wishes you harm. Something which hears you/senses you and rushes to where you are. It watches, more and more malevolent until you leave. You can feel it close to you.

Well it was like that up there. And we were all up and down multiple times per day. There were 5 or 6 of us working at the shop and to cut a long story short each of us hated being in the stockroom alone. Someone was brave enough to admit it once and the rest of us were relieved we weren't the only one! We didn't talk about it much, but got by as best we could by trying to stick to not sending anyone up there on their own. But when it was busy it couldn't always be avoided. The one member of staff who for months was adamant it was all bollocks came down to the shop floor in tears one day saying she had just heard heavy footsteps right behind her as she walked from the staff room up there and cold breath on her neck. She handed her notice in the next day!

The thing which drove me to leave in the end was this:
One morning i had to open up because the manager (6 foot bloke who also hated the stockroom) was ill. Got into shop, did the alarm, locked the door again and started to sort the till. There was no way i was going to unlock the the fire door (stair case door) until someone else arrived! Next member of staff to arrive was 'A' at about half 8. We fiddled with the till together putting off the moment we would have to unlock the stockroom ect.

Then the banging started.

This really really loud banging above our heads - ie on the floor of the stock room. It was slow and steady like someone stamping as hard as they could across the wooden floor up there. The pair of us were moving our heads looking to the point of each bang together, like a pair of cats! We looked at each other. We carried on looking up.

This is the thing though: these bangs were easy to follow, and they traveled diagonally across the ceiling. Like some one stamping their way from one corner towards the opposite corner. But the shelving units up there meant that it was physically impossible to do that so ... ??

After it stopped we waited till all the rest of the staff were in before unlocking the stockroom and the opening the shop. 'A' and i made sure none of us went up there alone that day and i handed my notice in the next morning!

When I was younger, living at home there were a couple of occasions my mum would shout up the stairs to me "what?" And I hadn't shouted down to her but she had been convinced I'd shouted "mum". It seems that shortly after we always heard of someone who had died. She always used to hate mishearing mum being shouted cos she worried what it meant.

Another time we were in the car and a motorbike drove past with a young boy on the back. As he passed us he took his hood down and turned to look at us. The look was only brief but we all commented how spooky it was. It reminded us of Damien from Omen films. Not long after we lost 3 family members in quick succession and we always wondered if he had cursed us in some way. I never look over at boys on motorbikes now in case it happens again.

@dwmlfan That is terrifying. Thank god the police found him before he hurt you. People like that need to be locked up and the key thrown away. His poor son.

@CreepyMe Do you know how someone might die? I just wonder if maybe it's more of a gift and you could save those people if they are generally young and healthy?

When I was young I always used to 'count' the family. Mum, dad, my brother and me, because I felt there was someone missing. You know when you're out with a group and, even without counting, you can 'know' you are one short (teachers, particularly)? That feeling.

I remember particularly sitting at the dining table having Sunday lunch and asking if there was someone upstairs, as I had the 'feeling' again. That there was someone who should be there, but wasn't. They were around, just not with the family group.

Found out much much later (like about forty years later) that my mum had a stillborn son before me, who would have been my elder brother. I never asked her, but I wonder how she must have felt about me and my 'counting' and feeling someone was missing? My brother (Benjamin) was never ever spoken about, because you didn't, in those days, so I knew nothing about him at all. My poor mother must have been so torn.Or maybe she was comforted, I don't know.

@Boobahs - similarly i had to be removed by the guide from the room with all the toys. I'm trying not to remember the name of the little girl but I absolutely couldn't be in that room and the guide was fantastic because he knew to take me back out of there. When we returned to where we were staying that afternoon, (Airbnb) we had to close the door on the bedroom and sleep in the living room, as there was a collection of porcelain dolls and teddies on the bed which totally freaked me out.

@CreepyMe - I used to have this, not for death but for serious illness or injury. I would dream something awful, and then the following day find out that something bad had happened to the person I had dreamed about. I quashed it. It was too much responsibility. I don't / can't act on the dreams anymore.

@AvalancheKit - can we have your story now please? You've alluded to it several times.

I also remember my nans house being the most welcome home. It was always warm and welcoming but none of us grandkids would ever go up to the 3rd floor, it always felt cold and unwelcoming.
If we ever stayed over as kids we always had our nan sit on the toilet whilst we had a bath.

My grandad had died before I was born but he used to love a drink. One night he came home pissed as a fart and walked up to the 3rd floor and my nan said he came straight back down sober. He said his father had grabbed him by the throat and gave him a bollocking. He never drunk much after that. He may have just imagined it being pissed by my nan said in that 1 minute he went from stumbling and incoherent to stone cold sober.

After he passed away my nan said she always felt him sitting on the end of her bed at night stroking her hair. He always did this when he was alive.

My mum also knew that hen her dad passed. She wasn’t at the hospital with him but said she felt cold from her feet up and checked the time on the clock and knew he had gone. Someone called her 5 minutes later and told her and it was the exact same time.

Also, I have 4 children. Every single time I have been pregnant I have lost one of their nans.

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@NotJustStories The person in the house is creepy AF! The fact your whole family saw them as well makes you think it couldn't have been a trick of the mind!

I've had a fair few odd "woo" experiences - have just posted about the haunted flat we lived in on another thread, but this story is one of my oddest.

I used to have a Saturday job as an adult helping out at a picture framing business in a relatively modern industrial unit on the outskirts of town. The owner, a sort of family friend, also ran a local badminton club and sometimes I would have to sell shuttlecocks to members. Downstairs was a gallery with a finishing off workshop area and upstairs was all the bigger machinery and moulding stock, with a section for the badminton paraphernalia.

One Saturday a chap came in for some shuttlecocks, so I went up the stairs. At the top I could see down the shelving and at the end was a large box, as high as my waist, rocking from side to side...... it stopped as I approached, and trying to be logical, I surmised it had fallen off the shelf, was empty and just settling in the narrow walkway. However, the box was full of shuttlecock tubes and required quite a strong shove to replicate the movement..... and there had been no sound whatsoever when it was moving - if it had fallen and rocked there's no way I wouldn't have heard it in the echoey environment. I managed to grab the shuttlecocks required and went back down to tell the customer what had happened, who looked at me as if I was mad, mumbled polite thanks and left sharpish.

Middle of the day, modern building, no ghost stories I knew of - was most bizarre.

The date was 23rd February 2013.

I was 19 and it was exactly a month before my Nan died.

I woke up in the night to the feeling of someone standing over me watching. The room felt, I can't really describe it, like dark thickness? As soon as I woke I felt wide awake.

Anyway in my room I had a vanity sink (1930s house and I had quite a large room)
As plain as the nose on my face I saw a figure that looked like it was thick white smoke.

Just watching me. You could see the shape of it's head and body but no features.
I flipped over and turned my light on and didn't move for hours until the morning. Literally scared stiff.

That was the start of a month of these things happening. Bumps, the feeling of someone there.

A week later I had a beautiful hand painted glass box on my dressing table. I heard a smash in the night but I was to scared to look.
The next morning I found the box next to my window smashed to smithereens.

A few nights later I woke to the feeling of someone sitting on my bed and pushing on my legs.

At the end of March 2013 my Nan died and I broke my heart in my bedroom, really sobbing and again I felt like someone was watching but this time it didn't feel like the person watching was being mischievous or nasty, just calm.

Nothing ever happened again and it's my younger sisters room now.

Not so much whoooo but creeped me out. On my 3rd year wedding anniversary I got delivered some flowers, I thought they were from my husband so opened them up and they were sunflowers. Beautiful but not to my taste. I googled and it said sunflowers are the flowers that represent the 3rd wedding anniversary.
The note read ‘my darling daughter, I am so proud of you and everything you have achieved. Keep going. Love mum xx’ my mum had passed away 18 months before hand. I was so confused.
The flowers were from next so I rang them up and gave them my address and said they weren’t for me. They Told me the name and they were meant for my daughters teacher, the school is on the same road as mine, no idea how they got delivered to me, they had no name on. But found is very strange and comforting too.

Also, before Christmas we were in Debenhams and I pointed out the anais anais perfume and I said to my husband I remember that bottle so clearly on my mums dresser when I was really small. On my mums anniversary a week before Christmas a woman delivered the perfume. In the box, no invoice, no packaging just handed it over to me at the door. I thought my husband had ordered it for me. He hadn’t. Checked all our bank statements and nothing had Come out anywhere to show we had ordered it.

I kept thinking someone in the store must have known me and overheard but we had recently moved 100 miles away from where he lived and knew no one in that area, very few people had our address too.

When my fil had a stroke he was in hospital but expected to make a partial recovery.
A week later I had a vivid dream where my deceased mil put her arm through fil's arm and they walked off together. The next morning my fil had a massive second stroke and died the next day.

Not creepy but definitely woo. Our beautiful cat passed away very suddenly three years ago. We were absolutely devastated as was her sibling.

As soon as her ashes were brought home, our other cat started meowing as if she was talking to her sister (it's unusual for cats to meow to each other but they always did). We were in the hallway of our home with our other cat and we both heard what sounded like a cat scratching on the post that was in the landing above us.

We have felt a cat jump on our bed and the feeling of her walking up the bed. We've looked and no cat has been there.

I'm glad she's still with us.

Another cat story. About two weeks after our lovely old tabby died, I’d let our dog out through the patio door in the lounge, so he could go for a wander around the garden and sat down for a few minutes to read a magazine. It was mid-afternoon so daylight.

Soon after, I saw the dog out of the corner of my eye sitting down waiting to be let back in. Duly slid open the door and he rushed past me into the house towards the hallway.

I sat back down again with the magazine and a couple of minutes later, the dog started scratching with his paw outside the patio door to be let in!

When I thought about it, the dog never ever sat patiently outside and would always bark or paw at the door to get back in. Both dog and cat were similar size - small terrier, large tabby. I hope it was our old tabby returning one last time.

@ChokkaBlok and @MahMahMahMahCorona unfortunately I don't know how they are going to die, no. Which is very frustrating, I might be tempted to say something if I did. I just know that they will die and that it will be soon.

I've never told them, how do you tell someone young and healthy that they're going to die soon? It doesn't happen after I've met them, I know at the time, when they're in front of me. It can be difficult to front it out and have a normal conversation.

The story that has made my parents believe was from my DGM. When her second husband died, my parents were living abroad. She was left with my uncle, who would have been in his teens at the time. My DGM says there was a woman on her hallway walking between the two rooms. This woman was definitely a ghost and just there to keep and eye on everyone. When my uncle moved out, the woman stayed and still kept guard on a night outside my DGM's room.

The day my parents moved back to the UK, the woman disappeared. Never heard again. My DGM believes someone knew she was alone and just needed comfort until my parents returned.

My DGM was definitely not a person who would believe in that stuff. It shocked me when she and my DDad admitted they believed in ghosts and told me the story.

I never got the chance to ask my uncle. He was fun to hang out with but sadly an alcoholic and he died of liver disease at a young age (40s). I did always feel there was something about my DGMs house. There was always some sort of peace in the basement and I would go down there to do a lot of my writing as a kid.

I have a couple of stories, both of which are comforting rather than scary. After my DDad passed I was staying over in the room he had died in to keep my DM company. Just before I went to sleep, a feeling of calm came over me and I felt my DDad kiss my cheek. He then left and I haven't felt anything like it since.

My son at the time was nearly 3. He had been at DMs home with us the day after DDad passed. When he was 7 he was playing football in the garden with my DM and he asked her who the people in white were that had been at her house after his Grandad died. DM was confused and said who, the angels, as a joke. DS said yes the angels. DM asked why he didn't talk about seeing angels at the time and he said that it was him, me and DM in the room with the angels, so he thought we had been able to see them too. He said there were 2, a man and a woman and they had huge wings that he thought looked fake! I choose to believe this story as he isn't a child to say things like this at all. It also brings me comfort.

I have one from my mum.
On 6 or 7 occasions over the 20 odd years she'd lived there, she'd seen 'something' in the hall way of our house ...

She would walk into the hall and see the shadowy figure of a man. There was no malevolence or real presence from him at all; she said it was like looking at a picture.The man was in a suit, grey (but then the whole figure appeared grey) and he was standing near the front door with his face pressed against the wall . After a few seconds he would slowly fade away. She found the face against the wall thing a bit unsettling.

She said nothing to anyone the first couple of times. Then she told my dad. He had lived in that house much longer than my mum - since he was born in the 1930's. He said he had never seen the figure - BUT he was able to remember a door to the living room being bricked up when he was a child - right where this ghostly figure stands.

So this grey man is not doing anything sinister, he is in his OWN time, simply standing looking into the living room through the hall door.