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.

Tried to fob it off - that should say

@Woobeedoo the spookiest thing that happened to me was also in a Warner's in Walthamstow!!!

We lived next door to a corner shop in a top floor maisonette and used to hear children running and laughing on the stairs inside the flat. No children lived there and it was pre DC for us!

My dd was a very early talker and was chatting away in full sentences at just turned 2. It was around that time that we were on holiday in Prestbury (Cheltenham), staying in a cottage at Prestbury Manor. Dd announced "I don't like the old lady in the fireplace! She's not nice!"....and a few days after we came home she mentioned that "People go to sleep when it's dark and get up when it's light! The old lady in the fireplace told me that."

Another thing she once said, before she'd even turned 2 years old, was "I used to be an old lady when I was tiny. I had lots of children...boys and girls." She sounded so sad and really freaked me out. She barely mentioned it again, but any time I asked if she remembered being an old lady she laughed and said "Of course I do!" By the time she was 2.5 though she didn't seem to remember anymore.

One that happened to me, first time abroad, I'd messed up putting the zip code in the Satnav. Said something like 13 minutes away and me and DH were bickering about me having got mixed up, and that we needed to go the other way. He swung the car into a driveway to turn the car around and get us to where we needed to go.
I'm a nervous person anyway, and had us at the airport 5 hours too early, set off security, and it was a long flight and waiting at immigration was hours and everyone was just a bit ratty.

As we reversed I was telling DH off for using someones driveway, the satnav says YOUVE REACHED YOUR DESTINATION. It shit the life out of me. We opened up the villa, and all the lamps in the place were on. I couldn't get comfortable the whole 2 weeks we were there. The place gave me the creeps.

Not me, but someone else. She had a baby, he was a perfect little thing. She kept going to the Drs about this anxiety that he was going to die, she didnt know why, but she was convinced that he was going to die. The Drs put her on all sorts of medication, checked him over, tried convincing her that it was just anxiety. When he was 9 months old he did pass away in his sleep. Its something that I still think about 13 years on. She really thought she was going mad then it did happen.

I woke up late at night and suddenly got this feeling I needed to speak to my best friend urgently, called his mobile but he didn't answer. Went back to sleep thinking he'd ring me back and it would wake me up.

When my phone rang it was morning and it was another friend ringing to tell me that my best friend had died in a car accident the night before. Found out later on that his time of death was just a few minutes before I called him.

Has always made me feel so creeped out and uncomfortable. I don't like to think about it and apart from his mum (who confirmed to me about his time of death, and knew I'd called him after as she was given his phone) have never told anyone IRL.

I remember my niece talking gibberish and I asked her who she was talking to and she said “the old lady with the blue hair”. There was no one there 😱

This was what I posted on another spooky thread @Woobeedoo

DH and I used to live in a terraced flat, it was a purpose built maisonette and our flat was the last house in the row but on our left hand side was a shop.

All the layouts of the houses were exactly the same. The steps up from our front door were next to the shop's. One afternoon after we'd just moved in I was working from home and heard children giggling and running up the stairs next door to us. I just assumed children lived above the shop.

Over the course of a week, both of us had heard the children running up and down and the first time we went to the shop we asked about the children. Nope. No children, just the elderly couple who ran the corner shop.

DH and I are also convinced we both saw children's faces at the windows.

This was creepy but I’m sure there’s a rational explanation.

When DS1 was small, maybe about 3, we were driving through a part of town we’d never usually go through. We were waiting in traffic and he suddenly pointed at a house and said “look, look that was my house where I lived before you were my mummy!” I asked what he meant - he was born in the house we still live in. He turned and looked at me with a very serious face and said.....

“I lived there with my other mummy. Before you were my mummy. She wasn’t nice to me because she didn’t like me, she didn’t like boys. So I was taken away and given to you.”

I can’t explain the look on his face. It honestly gave me chills.

Oh another story. Ds1’s twin brother died at birth. Some weeks later I took DS1 out one day when he was really small (premature ....) ... I was looking at baby clothes in a John Lewis maybe 20 miles from home, and a kindly looking elderly woman came up to me and said “I’m so sorry for your loss.” I asked what she meant. She said “I can just tell. I’m really sorry. He’s a beautiful baby.” I am convinced she didn’t know us but just picked up a sad vibe from me.

I was just at the end of my pregnancy with my first child when my father died suddenly. Three days later I’m in labour wanting a home birth and everything going smoothly....for no reason I get the fear at around midnight. Feel like Something is terribly wrong but just don’t know what. I ‘hear’ something in my head telling me I need to go to hospital and I need to do it now. Everything goes super fast and I’m screaming and crying at my husband to go to hospital cos I’m freaking out over this overwhelming fear and this weird voice. Anyway we get to hospital and I give birth almost immediately but cord is round the babies neck and his shoulder is stuck. Alarm buzzer sounds and room is full of nurses and doctors trying to get me to stand up so they can help get the baby out of me as quickly as possible and he’s going steadily greyer. He finally is out and taken away to make sure he’s okay. Everything is thankfully fine, although he remains grey for a few days! But I’m convinced that voice was my dead father urging me to go in because something was wrong. Ridiculous I know but having him at home might not have ended so well and the feeling was so real at the time.

I was once sat ranfombly at a bus stop in a beach resort outside of Sydney’s and a guy asked if I knew where x was - it was my home village

He’s been stationed there in army and it seemed surreal at time

Ofall places in uk he know my tiny tiny village

😱cherry

The woods one definitely wins! Horrible!

Must of been about 6 years ago, was in the house alone with my little brother, was upstairs watching television on our beds, mum had gone out but didn't realise at the time. My brother shouted down the stairs "momm" there was no reply, looked over the banister and the lights were all on so assumed she was still in, walked half way down the stairs and could hear what sounded like a quiet rain maker?? If you've ever seen those things that have the beads In it? Stopped at the middle of the stairs and listened for about half a minute when my brother went down the stairs towards the kitchen door which was practically shut but has a slight gap so if you put your face up to it you could look in, brother goes to walk assuming my moms in there, when the door slams shut, nearly pisses himself, vice versa, we run up the stairs and get straight back into our room and sit on the beds together, bottom landing lights go out, along then with the hallway lights going out, just the top landing lamp stayed on, then the stairs started to creak like they do when you walk up them. Brothers crying, I'm about to have a breakdown, but as soon as he started crying everything stopped never ever will I forget it.

@LittleMissTeacup I'll admit that I never liked that road and I read that story after we moved out of the area ( live in Somerset now ). It was creepy and I'd done that journey a few times in the dark and I have to admit some places I just don't like driving in the dark ( road in East Devon was one and that was another ).

Ah ok glad someone else remembered seeing her say where it was - it's a horrible story if indeed it is true, I grew up in a haunted house and frankly nothing would surprise me. Might add my own tomorrow but I'm tired and a little freaked out by these stories tonight, will feel better reliving some of mine in the daylight I think

@BillyAndTheSillies I've heard so many stories from people who live or lived in Warner flats who've had spooky things happen to them there.

I've now reached that stage of needing to close the iPad to sleep but that means I'll then be in a dark room alone. Eek.

The night my dd died. I was in bed and suddenly heard her come up the stairs. I felt the weight of her sitting on my bed. She said I know what your having(I was 7mths pregnant).
I got up to look for her. The next morning I told dh she had been in the house during the night.
That morning the police arrived at the house to tell me she had been found dead. When we were interviewed I told them she had been here during the night.
It wasn't until they checked CCTV that they told me it wasn't possible for her to have been in the house. I didn't believe them, I was positive she was here. They showed me the footage.
I will never understand what happened because I still think about it now(4yrs later) and part of me still believes it happened.

Parkhead I'm so sorry for your loss.

We have 4 children and lost our first. When our eldest was 17 and we went on a camping holiday to Cornwall we commented that this would probably be our last family holiday all together. I looked round at one point and it felt like someone was missing. It was also a very wet and cold holiday in our tent and we slept with socks on. Husband and I woke up one morning with a sock missing each on opposite feet. We thought nothing more of it until we went to the Eden Centre and ordered lunch in the cafe, a treat for us as we would normally have taken a picnic. There was a family meal deal on at the time of Cornish pasties and a jug of proper lemonade for 6 people, we got 7 pasties and 7 glasses to go with the lemonade. Probably just whole coincidences but we really felt like our missing little one also didnt want to miss out on our last whole family holiday either.

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@Snowcappedmountains

Cannot stand porcelain dolls. When I was a child, there was a ghost story/urban legend circulating about one scratching family members and then piercing them with her nails. Stupid, but terrifying.

A friend of a friend...

It was her birthday, she received a card in the post from her friend.

Said sorry i cant be there, but i will be there in spirit.
(she died earlier that day)

I have out of body experiences, frequently. I can control when they happen. It's like something out of a sci fi movie. I swear I'm a very normal person and not very woo at all!!

I heard someone calling me the other day, no one in the house so I go to the window, there's not a soul in the street. X

A few years ago when I was still living at home , I was on our landing talking to my mum whilst she was getting washing out the basket. We lived in an old house built during WW1, it was a very eerie house before we did it up.
We were chatting away and it was during the summer , very lovely outside and we were planning an afternoon walk. I said ‘where’s Dad I’ll see if he wants a drink before we go out’ and she said ‘he’s in the bedroom I think’ and we peered through the crack in the bedroom door where the hinges are and saw him lying on top of the blankets . Mum said ‘oi you’re not asleep are you?’ And we had no reply . I laughed and said ‘Dad it’s not even midday and you’re already tired!’ And he rolled over slightly and huffed.
I said ‘do you want a tea or coffee before we go out?’ And didn’t get a reply . Mum and I suddenly worried something bad happened to him so we quickly went into the bedroom to find nobody on the bed at all other than an imprint where ‘Dad’ had been. We stared at each other and I looked out the window and my Dad was out in the garden sorting his shed out whilst the dog played and my brother was sat in a chair .
No word of a lie. One of the weirdest fucking things I’ve ever experienced.

This might make more sense to people who use or are just familiar with Tarot cards, but maybe it'll travel further than that, so here goes:

I'm 53. When I was 40 I woke up from a dream one morning and all I could remember was being sat in a chair looking down at my left leg. Just above my knee I had placed two cards, The Devil and the 2 of Swords. I lay in bed for a while thinking about the image. Why those two cards in particular, and what did they mean? (I'd been interested in Tarot for years but was still pretty clueless about interpreting them.)

I had two decks of Tarot cards at the time, sitting on a bookshelf in my bedroom. I decided to unwrap one of the decks from its silk covering and take out those two cards, thinking that looking at them might trigger some insight into the meaning of the dream. I couldn't remember the last time I'd used them but as always had just put them away in whatever random order they had been shuffled in. I flicked through the deck and saw the Devil, and directly underneath it the 2 of Swords. Thought that was a bit of a coincidence but sat looking at them for a couple of minutes and then took down the second deck because they were different designs and I wondered if looking at the same two cards from that deck might shed more light on the dream. Imagine my shock when, leafing through the previously randomly shuffled deck I found the Devil and the 2 of Swords nestled right next to each other in the pack.

That summer I had a breakdown of sorts and had to leave work. The following year, in September, I went on retreat for a week to a house on Iona off the south-west coast of Scotland, near Mull. The venue was geared towards people who were in need of spiritual refreshment and I was definitely looking for that. A few weeks before I arrived there my brother and sister-in-law got married in Cyprus. I was broke and couldn't afford to go, so as their wedding present I offered to dog-sit for the week they were away. One night I dreamed I was standing at the back door of a house in the countryside. Looking down the garden I saw a large bird land a few feet away from me. It was beautiful, with golden feathers, and I realised it was a golden eagle. When I woke up I wrote the dream down.

Then, weeks later while I was staying on Iona, I got up one morning and went out into the back garden for a cigarette. It was a really beautiful, fresh morning, and the sheep in the field right next to the garden were looking at me over the stone wall. So cute, the whole scene felt idyllic and was really cheering me up. I looked over their little woolly heads, across the field to where the sea was lapping at the beach in the morning sunlight. Just at that moment a large bird swooped down and landed a few feet away from the sheep. I noticed instantly the golden colour of its feathers and stood there blinking at it in disbelief. It was the bird from my dream.

Later that day I asked the retreat facilitator, who lived on the island for most of the year, if there were any golden eagles on Iona. He said there weren't as a rule, but very occasionally someone would spot one.

A couple of days later I was having some quiet time on my own in the house while the other retreat participants were off doing other things. I looked through the books in a bookcase in the room where I was sitting and saw an old deck of Taot cards, very well-thumbed. I sat down with them, thinking that if anyone wanted a reading that night I could offer one. I didn't shuffle the cards, just casually leafed through them, until I came across the Devil... and directly beneath it, the 2 of Swords.

What were the chances of that?! I had heard that Iona was a magical place, and it is said that it's one of the special locations where "the veil between the worlds is at its thinnest." After my experiences that week I could well believe it.

Shortly before I was due to leave I looked through the books on another bookcase there and was drawn to a book called Inner Visions. Unfortunately I didn't have time to do more than just glance through it, but felt a really strong urge to read it.

To get back to Glasgow for my train to London I had to go through Oban and wait an hour for a coach. To kill time I walked along the High Street for a bit and went into an Oxfam shop for a browse. They had a room at the back devoted to books, and a small section of Mind-Body-Spirit titles on a little cubby shelf.

Guess which book I found there, for a quid..?

@ladymalfoy Probably Dominic Cummings visiting - his father in law owns Chillingham Castle.