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.

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I lived with an ex-boyfriend in my early 20s. It wasn't a great relationship - he was bullying and controlling.

I was thinking of ending the relationship around Christmas time when strange things started happening; hearing footsteps and children laughing in the hallway (no children lived with us), feeling a 'presence' - I remember loading the washing machine and stepping aside as if to let someone pass me, Christmas decorations moved of their own accord - a string of bells moved as if someone was pinging the string - I checked for a breeze/open window but no logical explanation.

One night in bed I was reading a book and I saw a ghost (yes I know how that sounds), it was a hooded monk at the end of my bed and I was scared and felt cold then all of a sudden the most amazing warmth came over me and I didn't feel scared, the ghost then disappeared through the wall (again I know how that sounds).

I felt as if someone was telling me I needed to leave and we split up a few weeks later.

I've not experienced anything like it since.

@Homestayer

Never had a dream like it before or since, where I felt the bed physically move.

It's clear you're a bit of a sceptic, so why not just let people enjoy this thread in peace without your snarky comments.

I love that 'woodland' story! It's a great ghost tale and really well written.
I hoped someone would post it here.

But it's obviously not true!

Was at a youth concert aged about 7 when this woman came on stage to talk about her mission work (it was a Christian thing). I looked up and just felt my entire body reel - like stomach turned over, wave went through my brain and felt the blood leave my face.
I left the room and threw up and felt ok, except every time I saw this woman it happened again.

A few months later it was discovered she'd been sexually abusing the children on her mission locations.

Hasn't happened since or with other abusers I've met (teachers etc).

About 2 weeks after my dad died, very shortly after the funeral... My best friend and I decided to go out for a cream tea at a nice country hotel near us, as part of "Operation Cheer Up".
We had literally just been seated, when my friend announces she's just going to pop to the loo. She gets up and leaves, and then a song comes over the sound system. It's an obscure piece by Enya, my dad's favourite, which we'd had played at his funeral...
It was like a little message. Kinda creepy timing, but I found it quite comforting.

I love the woodland story!

When I was five my great grandmother passed away, but I always remembered the perfume she used to wear, LULU in a blue bottle. I was staying at my grandmothers house I was around 10 years old, as I got into bed and pulled the cover over me I could smell her perfume as if it had just been sprayed above me. I told my grandmother and we both felt comforted.

Another time I stayed at my grandmothers, I was younger and was sleeping in her bed, the phone rang in the middle of the night, as my Nan left the room to get the phone she closed the door behind her, there hung her bright red dressing gown on the back of the door BUT there I also saw huge brown eyes peering back at me. I screamed and cried until she came running back up stairs and it disappeared!

Last week I dreamt I had bitten my tongue partly off, yesterday I bit my tongue so hard that it split open and was pouring with blood just like in my dream.

My BirdieFriend saga

My DP scared the shit out of me twice now. I don't know if he genuinely has seen these things or it's just some sort of dream while he's half awake. I try to convince and rationalise the both of us it's the latter.
We were both asleep in bed and DP woke up as he was uncomfortable and turned to face the opposite direction. Next thing I'm jolted awake by DP jumping out of his skin. I just remember his face drained of colour and he had this look of pure terror. He said as he was turning over he saw a glimpse of a tall figure, dressed in black stood in the bedroom doorway, he says he closed his eyes tightly instinctively and when he opened them again it was gone. There was absolutely nothing hanging on the door or on the landing that he could have mistaken it for either.
Another incident was when I woke up in the middle of the night to use the loo. Dp was fast asleep when I left. When i came back however he was awake. I apologised thinking I woke him up and he said it wasn't me who woke him but it was one of my DS's, but unsure which one. He said he heard one of them come into the bedroom and felt DS put a hand on his head gently. He turned round to ask the DS if he was alright but he just saw a glimpse of DS leaving our room so assumed DS was looking for me. I hadn't closed the bathroom door so I would have not only heard one of the DS get out of bed (bathroom next door) but seen them leave their room too and would have 100% seen them enter and/or leave my bedroom for where I was sat. I actually had a hard time convincing DP that it wasn't my DC that woke him up, he was utterly convinced that it was.
Both incidents spooked me into not being able to fall asleep again the nights they happened!

Mine's not as exciting as others but when I was a teenager I had a new boyfriend and we were hanging out by a tree. I was just telling him about the time I had lost my hair clip in the tree a year earlier (when I was trying to climb it). All of a sudden a hair clip fell out of tree and bf picked it up and said this one? And it was that hair clip!

I love weird and unexplainable things, scary not so much. I am loving this thread though.

After i got married i moved in with inlaws. FIL,MIL, SILs,BIL and ex were all verbally and physically abusive towards me. I left one night with a few belonging.

The following day i went back to get the rest of my things. I had a friend drive me there, we parked in front if the house, in full view. As i walked up the small grassed front garden I could see my ex and and BIL changing the locks on the front door (obviously because if me, didn't want me to get the rest of my things).
Even though there were two huge muscled men changing the locks. I walked straight through the door that they were changing and got half way up the stairs before they noticed me. I managed to unlock my bedroom door with my hands shaking uncontrollably while they chased after me, I remember dropping the key at one point too.

I have reflected on that moment often and wonder how I got past the door so effortlessly, while they were going to the extreme to keep me out, it's something that I still can't comprehend. I like to believe I was being watched over by an angel or something.

I used to work in a care home and was assisting an elderly lady to eat one evening.
It came to pudding and she told me no thanks I don't like that one, but olive does. I asked who is olive and she said the lady sitting next to me! The weird thing was there used to be a resident called olive in that room and she had passed away, the lady in there didn't become a resident until a few months later so couldn't possibly have known.

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@tazzy73 check out the Ghost Adventures episode at Loftus Hall, it's fascinating

I don’t find that forest story scary - it’s too ‘big’ and unbelievable- the subtler stuff is scarier.

A few things over the years, can probably all be explained:

My mum’s house is opposite a hill in the midlands that it known locally for a body being found in the hollow of a tree - the basics of it is true, but a bit of urban legend has grown up around it. We used to spook each other out at school about it - lots of autosuggestion. I was sat up there behind a tree with my boyfriend at the time and we heard footsteps come up behind us and stop - there was no one there - we ran away super quick!

In the South Bridge vaults in Edinburgh somebody held my hand - again, lots of autosuggestion going on. Dh swears it wasn’t him, but I think he could have done it without realising.

I’ve had the sensation of someone standing over me in bed lots of times, screamed and thrashed about and woke with my heart racing - it’s night terrors. The first time it happened I was sure I’d seen a ghost - we were on holiday, so a different bed to normal. But it’s definitely night terrors.

If anyone's interested, there's this too.
www.loftushallafterdark.com/the-rooms

Last year I was due to go into hospital for open heart surgery.

A couple of weeks before I had a dream, I’d had the surgery and had woken up feeling better,and all my family were there but I couldn’t get to them. It was completely vivid, I was there,up and about,and everyone else was there but when I tried to get to them I couldn’t.

I told my DP a few days later that I knew I was going to die. But obviously I couldn’t exactly turn down the surgery on the basis I thought I’d had a premonition...

So I went into hospital on the day of the surgery (they’d had no beds the night before),And the surgeon came to speak to me before the operation and said that he’d looked at my scans and in his opinion my heart was too weak for the surgery and I would be unlikely to survive it so he was cancelling it.

He sent me for some tests to see if I would be eligible for a different,less invasive procedure and I crashed during one of them and ended up in ICU, and very nearly did die.I spent six weeks in hospital,two of which were in ICU, apart from the earlier crash I also had a cardiac arrest. But I did have the lesser procedure and am still here to tell the tale. Am not out of the woods and I need a transplant but am well enough not to be on the list just yet.

But it’s been made very clear on a couple of occasions since that if I had had the surgery I wouldn’t have survived it.

I believe hauntings/spirits etc can attatch themselves to people and me and my family have lived in several houses in different parts of the UK since I was a kid and pretty much everywhere have had strange things happen. When I was still a teenager living at home in the second to last house we lived in I started smoking at 15. I was about 17 when this happened. It was a weekend afternoon and we were all at home, I went out the back garden for a cigarette. As soon as I had finished it my dad suddenly comes to the back door and stands there looking freaked out. He said "you alright?" I said "yeah, why?" He said "what would you say if I asked if you wanted a cup of tea?" I said "yes please" laughed, what a strange thing to say! He then told me he was just upstairs, fancied a cup of tea. Knocked on my bedroom door, apparently I said" yes" so he came in "I " was sat on the bed not particularly doing anything, he asked "me" if I wanted a cup of tea, I answered "yes". So he went to the kitchen, put on the kettle and looked out the window to see me in the garden...

Another one with my dad, who is the most serious man ever and has no issues mentally etc. He woke up earlier than usual at 5am, couldn't sleep and heard muffled sounds from downstairs. Thought he would get up early for work and have breakfast etc. Started walking down the stairs to realise the noises were coming from the living room, of which the door was unusually shut. The sounds were that of furniture moving and he was surprised my mum and brother hadn't been woken by the noises. He carries on creeping downstairs thinking shit someone must have broken in. He quietly gets the baseball bat out from the cupboard beneath the stairs but feels nervous in case there are a lot of them and fears for our safety. Very quietly opens the front door to peer round the corner, the window is shut, the light is on but can't see anything moving. Noise Carrie's on getting louder like people desperately looking for something. Thinks fuck it , has 999 dialled on his phone ready in one hand, baseball bat in the other. Swings open the living room door to startle them. No. One. There. Nothing moved. Noise stopped as soon as he opened the door. Ran to the window again just to check and of course locked like always.

That forest story is the kind of story you’d tell around campfires. So very obviously made up but good for one of those ghost story type evenings iyswim.

I used to have addiction issues. I woke up/came too one morning with the clearest image in my head of our toddler climbing over our 8th story balcony and me sort of floating above him.

I rushed into the main room and saw him climbing over. I grabbed him just in time.

(3 years later I’m clean and serene living in a 2 story house!)

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The creepiest one didn't happen to me.But my dp.
We slept downstairs on a pull out sofa.Well this night my dp woke up and seen our toddler sitting behind us,but still on the sofa.
Anyway he goes to grab him,he shirks away.He goes to grab him again.
He shirks back,but this time he slowly dissolves in front of my DPS eyes.

He shakes me awake,tells me what he saw.I went up to check on the kids,and they where all still asleep.

He describes it as "it" was watching and studying us.But dp woke up and caught it.It really freaked him out.

I was too young to notice these thing at the time but have since overheard family talking about them.

Me and my brother used to go and stay with my Dad and Step-Mum every weekend. They had just has my baby sister and hadn't got much money at the time so we're renting a run down old house in a deprived area of the City that we lived in. We had electric heaters everywhere as the house just wouldn't get warm. My Dad noticed that there was always a weird perfume smell hanging around myself, my brother and my baby sister.

One day (me and brother were at our mums house) dad and step mum decided to bring their matress downstairs so they could sleep in the living room where there was a gas fire. Dad was at the bottom of the stairs holding one end of the matress, step-mum halfway up the stairs holding the other end when dad looks into the living room to see his car keys being flung across the room, the story goes that dad jumped over the matress and clambered up the stairs without a word 😂😂

My dad was constantly making us move rooms whilst playing as it seemed that every room we settled down in to play was bloody freezing!

Dad got chatting to an elderly neighbour one day and was asking about who lived in the house before us. The neighbour said that a lovely couple owned the house before my dad's landlord but the wife has passed away due to a brain tumour. She had been trying to start a family before her diagnosis. Dad believes this explains the weird smell and cold feeling constantly hanging around me and my siblings. I like to think she was just trying to spend time with us.

I've got loads of scary stories but I cba to type them all

Ooh I've got a few.. I'll probably put these terribly but the first 2 gave me the absolute fear and I can still remember it now.

1. When I was about 5 we lived in a Victorian house that was lovely but very creaky and the windows were the proper old fashioned ones that used pulleys and had to be clipped in place, so they rattled a lot. I slept in the oldest part of the house and hated going to the loo in the night because I was convinced there was a ghost on the landing outside my room. I used to have awful dreams and would lie in bed at night paralysed with fear because I thought there was someone watching me in the corner of the room. I'd often wake up to the windows rattling and my entire body would go rigid because I thought I could see a blurred figure standing in front of the door stopping me from leaving the room. I changed bedrooms so many times and it was only in the new extended part of the house that I ever slept well.

1. There was quite a large shed in the back garden and you could actually get up on a second level using a step ladder where there was a beam across the ceiling. My dad did a lot of work to make the shed nicer, he put windows in and a heater but I still absolutely hated going in there, my sisters shut me in there once and I screamed and cried to be let out because I was convinced there was someone else in there with me. When we moved out my parents told us that the son of the previous owner had hung himself from the beam.. I don't know why they didn't demolish the bloody thing.

1. My lovely Mum died of cancer last year, we had moved house by this point and had been there for 9 years and never felt any 'woo' unlike our old house, but a few months ago before I went to bed I was in the loo and all the lights in the bathroom turned off. My sisters were just across the hallway and the lights in their rooms were fine but I just felt this calmness, so I said 'hi Mum', and the lights flickered a few more times so I shouted 'I think Mum's here' then they came back on. I went downstairs to check the fuse box and it was fine, we haven't changed the bulbs and nothing like that has happened since. I blame my Mum for all the woo-weirdness! Maybe she'll visit again.

There is a story like this in my family about my great uncle. He was in a very bad accident in his teens and was pronounced dead by a Dr at the hospital. The Dr got hold of the papers to fill out when my great uncle woke up, gasping and crying and very much terrified and talking so fast that nobody could understand him. Of course doctors and nurses were in shock, as were the family members sat beside him.

My great uncle says he remembers very well what happened. He sees the car accident clearly as he watched himself from above as it happens, he saw the ambulance come and followed it to the hospital (all the time hovering above watching it all happen), he remembers the hospital staff working on him and the bright lights of the hospital turning into one huge white light, to the point where his whole vision was just blinding white. He then remembers walking and walking and then running as fast as he could through this white light, and coming to his late mother, who tells him he had to 'go home'. He remembers crying and sobbing and asking his mother if he could come with her, and then begging, could he please come with her. She told him no, it isn't time and you need to go home. She doesn't touch him, but he can feel her pushing him backwards and got the dizzy sicky feeling of being pulled backwards very fast. This is when he wakes up still sobbing and gasping for breath.

He absolutely believes that his mother pushed him back into the world as it wasn't time for him to die. It still creeps me out thinking about this, and if I hadn't been told directly from my great uncle I probably would have said it was bullshit. But he is adamant it happened, and he wasn't given any drugs which could cause him to hallucinate.