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.

Were they marsh lights, shallistay?

www.popsci.com/jack-o-lanterns-marsh-lights/

rayoflight, a grown man out in pitch black maze at midnight with a toddler obviously wasn't up to any good, if it was his parent he would have said so wouldn't he?

Quillink thank you for the article.great to know somebody else experienced similar things. I don't know if it was near any kind of bog, all I know this was a forest. and these strange orbs were moving chaotically among the trees. It did look like they were dancing in the air. And it was scary to watch

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Sounds like they were orbs @Shallistayorshalligo*

As the PP is talking presumably about the Khimki Forest, I'd think it was more likely fireflies/glowworms.

I've got one. Told it before on MN. When I was 19 (so about 25 years ago) I worked in a catalogue store in South London. They had a jewellery counter and a safe, and the other staff said they'd come in some mornings and the safe (that they'd locked securely the night before) would be open with it's contents on various shelves in the room. I just assumed it was one of the staff having a laugh at everyone else's expense. People joked about there being a ghost but I'm quite a sceptic.
We used to have products on display in the store and paper price tickets we had to change all the time when the displays changed. We were on a product changeover day and I went to get a bundle of tickets from the tiny store cupboard. Leaned over to the shelf, picked them up and as I was standing there I felt them fall from my hand. It was like someone had grabbed the middle of them and pulled, not like I just wasn't holding them tight enough.
I remember thinking "agh, that's going to take me ages to clear up!" and then realised I hadn't heard the tickets hit the floor. I looked down and there wasn't a ticket in sight. I must have been holding 100 plus tickets. It was a tiny cupboard, there was literally nowhere for them to go but the floor. Still can't explain it 25 years later.

This has happened twice now. We have been in this house just over a year. It is a detached house, fairly spread apart from neighbours. The first time I was sitting in the living room watching TV and it sounded like one of the kids fell out of bed. It was a really loud bang right above me and almost felt like the ceiling shook. All 3 of them like to sleep right on the edge of their beds so I wasn't surprised. Went upstairs to check on them and everyone sleeping peacefully. Then again like 2 weeks later I heard the bang again and my husband was with me this time. It seemed even louder this time. Soon as we heard it my husband looked at me and goes oh no Baby fell out of bed. We go check on all the kids and all sleeping soundly in their beds. No idea what caused the bang!!

Yelllow I had a similar experience when ds was little. Heard a loud bang from above, and went up to investigate only to find ds fast asleep. Asked him the next morning if he’d fallen out of bed that night, and he said yes. I told him I was surprised he hadn’t called me or cried out or something - he’s a bit of a drama queen - and he just shrugged and said he’d just climbed back into bed.

Some time later I heard it again, but this time I happened to be walking along the landing when it happened, so I was able to pop my head round the door pretty quickly. He was indeed climbing back into bed, and I watched him go straight back to sleep. He’d barely woken up.

Shallistayorshalligo The lights could have been marsh lights, a natural phenomenon.

My son who was three at the time and I were downstairs and I heard a bell ring, like one of those tinkly glass dinner bell rings, ding a ling a ling. My son looked at me and said ‘what’s that?’ and I calmly said I wasn’t sure. It was winter, no windows open, no toys with that noise. I went upstairs in the bedroom to see if the cat was playing with anything, though even if she was playing with a cat toy it still didn’t have that kind of ring. Cat was asleep upstairs. That was 15 years ago and I still don’t know what it was.

I’ve told this before.

Years ago we were in bed one weekend morning drinking tea and the cat was fast asleep curled up on my lap.

He wasn’t twitching or anything.

All of a sudden he was lifted with a “whoosh” motion off my lap and landed about three feet away on my dressing gown which I’d left on the floor.

He weighed about 6.5kg and landed onto the hard floor with no sound at all. Usually if he jumped off the bed you heard it downstairs.

After he landed he woke up looking bleary eyed.

Luckily dh was beside me and shouted “no” and went to grab him back when it all happened because he’d never believe me if I’d been on my own.

We don’t talk about it very often.

I'm not entirely sure whether this fits here. Basically, the universe has told me I can't sing for toffee (My husband and children agree).
I was about 11 and there was a church on my way to school. I would sometimes go inside. This one time, I went in and put my school bag on a seat. I was alone and started singing, thinking someone will come and tell me, if I'm not allowed. Anyway, next there was an almighty noise like a car backfiring right inside. I was frozen and it took me a while to realise it had been my school bag that had fallen off the seat and landed with the plastic feet on the stone floor. Either it did a 360 flip without the space for it or it jumped off/was pushed by Jesus. I remember being really upset with God/Jesus/ the universe for giving me such a shock when there are surely gentler ways of telling me.
I got the hint though and didn't sing again in church.
The other ocurrence was in my 20s. I was alone hiking up a hill. I got to the top and my heart was singing. It was so beautiful. I could see there were no people anywhere, so I started singing loudly while walking, only to stumble over nothing. I laughed it off and kept singing only to stumble again this time falling on my knees. I looked around but couldn't see any branches or stones I could have fallen over. There was a bunny giving me the evils in the distance though. The universe clearly wanted me to stop singing and not disturb the peace and quiet with my screeching.
Now clearly these could be total coincidences but the universe almost bumped me off a mountain that day, so frankly I'm not taking any chances and have taken the hint. No more singing in open spaces.

When I was 19 I worked in west London, finished work at midnight and was alone waiting for a bus home. This creepy older man approached me and started telling me how beautiful and sexy I was (🙄) and was intensely staring at me, it was like he didn’t blink. He was sat at the bus stop with his head swivelled towards me and wouldn’t leave me alone. Question after question. Just completed fixated.

He started saying how I reminded him of his daughter and how I look just like her, which instantly gave me a sinking feeling, because why would you tell someone that looks like your daughter how sexy they are? Just so so weird. Luckily I got home safely.

Not me, but my grandmother/uncle. Granny in hospital following a serious fall/broken pelvis. My uncle lived on the family farm next door, milked 100 cows twice a day on his own, was always knackered and asleep by 8.30 for his 5 am milking the next morning. He was a real down-to-earth kiwi bloke, a no-shit sherlock type, but he and Granny had a very special bond. He woke suddenly at 2.30 am, sat bolt upright in bed, and knew that Granny had just died. He said, very matter-of-factly, that she had come to say goodbye. That was exactly the time that she had a massive stroke and passed away. He had always been so sceptical of any suggestion of woo. To hear him say that was like Balaam's ass.

@LostSapphire are you sure you had lasik? Because that is not even a little bit how they do it???

Two things. 1. I was waiting for a call to tell me my loved one had died. At the precise moment they died I knew, when I found out later and asked the time it was the same time. 2. At the precise time of the funeral I woke up.

Weren't you at the funeral of your loved one?

No. The funeral was a week later and the country had a compulsory two week quarantine on arrival - thanks Covid.

I have a few.

When I was about 18, me and my mum were alone in the house watching TV. At the time we were living in the upstairs flat of a large two storey house - the front door was shared, then there was a small hallway with a locked door to downstairs and another to the stairs up to our flat. There was also a bolted door at the top of the stairs.

It was about 11pm and we were just about to go to bed when we heard someone stamping up the stairs. Immediately we were on edge because whoever it was had to have got through the locked and bolted main front door and the locked door to our stairs, and only me and DM had keys. The stamping seemed to go on for ages, far longer than it took to get upstairs, then stopped. A few seconds later someone started banging on the door at the top of the stairs. We could see the door from where we were and it was moving on its frame, it was being banged so violently. This went on for over a minute absolutely ceaselessly then suddenly stopped. There was no sound of anyone going back downstairs so we assumed whoever was there must still be but when we called out there was no answer.

After about half an hour we decided to open the door. Armed with saucepans (I kid you not) we did - and of course there was nobody there. What's more, the door at the bottom of the stairs was locked from the inside, as was the main front door.

The house was detached, so not noise from next door, and the downstairs flat was vacant at the time.

Another one...

Years later me and my mum had very sadly gone NC (long story). I missed and loved her so much but it was unavoidable for many reasons.

One evening I was out having dinner with DH. It was early, about 7.30pm, and we were looking forward to a lovely Saturday evening - we'd only been married for two weeks so were very much in the honeymoon stage. Suddenly I was overcome by this sudden need to see my mother. I can't describe it - it was all encompassing and I suddenly felt so overcome with this awful sad, lost sensation. One minute I was laughing and chatting with DH, the next I was in floods of tears and had to get home. My mum was living 350 miles away at the time so going to see her wasn't an option but honestly if it had been, I would have despite not having spoken for almost a decade.

I couldn't stop crying that night, was sick, didn't sleep at all. I tried calling the last number I had for her with no luck. I phoned her sisters but they hadn't heard from her in years either.

The feeling didn't leave me for the rest of the weekend and I was planning to go to my mum's city on the Monday morning to see if she was at her last address, and if not search from there. My phone rang at 5 o'clock that morning. It was my auntie. She'd called the local hospitals where mum was living. One of them had told her that mum was admitted after a stroke the previous week and had been doing well, but had had another stroke and gone into a coma from which she didn't wake and she'd died the previous evening. She'd slipped into the coma at 7.30pm on the Saturday - the very same time I was overcome by that all consuming need to see her.

We used to be so incredibly close when I was younger. All of this happened nearly 20 years ago and it may be rubbish but I will never get over the idea that she somehow let me know she was so ill, that she needed me and I couldn't get to her. She must have been so frightened.

I'm the least woo person you'll ever meet but I'll never be able to explain what happened that weekend rationally.

@Tramolamodol that's lovely. Our cat died two years ago and I'd give anything to know she was still with us.

I've always had quite weird, unexplained things happening for years.

For a while I got quite into going to psychics and had a little psychic bible about harnessing that energy. The more I was delving into it the more vivid and scary my dreams were getting.
I had one recurring dream at my old flat in Edinburgh where I was in my kitchen and I could see at the bottom of a garden a really old woman staring at me and I felt so scared, I would wake up screaming. I stopped delving into it all and the dreams stopped.

I was really close to my Gran and she died suddenly of a heart attack and for a long time she would visit in my dreams and we would chat away and it was a really nice dream. My hose will often smell of my Grans house which feels comforting.

"House" not "hose"

When we used to use landlines more I would pick up the phone to phone my Mum or one of my oldest friends and they were there, I'd picked it up and they had been phoning me, used to happen a lot.

There are some woods near where I live and I sometimes go for a walk there (with a friend) even though they creep me out a little bit. These woods are in the middle of nowhere, not near any houses, and the terrain is very uneven with lots of fallen branches etc - not a place you would take a baby in a pushchair or a child on a bike.

On three separate occasions, I’ve seen a small tricycle, a blue balloon, and most recently a baby’s teething ring/rattle hung on a tree. I can’t explain why these things would be there and it just seems so strange! My friend laughed it off but I can’t help but feel really weird about it.

My dad occasionally has dreams that come true. Two that spring to mind happened when I was about 8-10 years old.

In the first dream, he dreamt we were going on holiday on a ferry, one of those where you drive the car on to the back of the ship through big doors. We were on the ship and it started to sink and tipped onto its side. Luckily we were able to get off the ship. A few days later we heard the news of the Zeebrugge ferry disaster on the news.

In the other dream, my dad dreamt he was sitting in a chair by the window of our living room. There was a big explosion in the sky outside and a plane fell to the ground, landing on houses. A few days later the Lockerbie bombing happened.