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.

After giving birth to my ds I was put in a single room on the ward.
That night I was drifting to sleep when I saw an arm come round the privacy curtain and the hand took hold of my baby’s crib. I thought it was a midwife and pulled the curtain back but nobody was there. I pressed the call button in a state and the midwife said I was probably so tired and combined with being a new mum my mind was playing tricks.
They did however offer to take my ds and put him in the nursery next to ward control so I could sleep.
When I got home I told my dm who was also a midwife at the same hospital. She looked shocked and said about 2 years before she had worked on that ward and another mum in the same single room had seen the exact same arm and had insisted on moving to another bed.
The rumour was that a mother had died in that room and was looking for her baby.
My ds is 35 now but I can still see that arm as clear as day.

That woodland story has literally made the hairs on my arms stand up. Yeesh.

@mairay I love love love accounts of "near death experiences", there are similar experiences recounted at nderf.org

@RunningAwaywiththeCircus. Totally agree. I’ll never know whether it was my hormones but as you say it’s so real when it happens.

Many years ago my Dad died suddenly and unexpectedly at home. I was 17 at the time. It happened in the summer holidays, in August. Our next door neighbours were away at the time.

The following week their neighbours on the other side were really shaken up; apparently they had been speaking to these neighbours in the garden and they had commented on how ‘Norman (my dad) had been out in there garden early that very morning speaking to the rabbit’ even in the rain. They had heard him over the fence and seen him crouched by the hutch. They had no idea he had died 10 days previously.....

ParkheadParadise so sorry for your loss. I hope you are ok. I have seen ur comments about your daughter's death before on threads and it breaks my heart everytime i see you comment. God bless you and your family. I hope you are surrounded by lots people who love and look after you. God bless. X

We have had a couple of things happen in the house we live in now.
When I first moved into this house my oldest ds was 2 and it was just the two of us. He hated the left hand corner of my room. Told me there was a monster in that corner, but didn't seem too scared so I thought nothing of it until around 5 years later, my second ds was around a year and a half old. We were in the house alone as ds1 was at a friend's house playing and dp was at football. We live in a ground floor flat so all in the one level. I was in the kitchen and ds 2 was in my room playing with toys, all of a sudden he came pelting into the kitchen howling, tears steaming down his face telling me there was "a lady in the room" (same corner as ds 1 told me there was a monster). I picked him up and took him back in, he was squealing and hiding into my shoulder. Would not look up at all. I had to phone my mum and brother to come round I was so freaked out.
A few months after that, I was sitting in the living room and directly across from the couch we had a black marble fire place, so if you looked into the fire place you could see a pretty clear reflection into the hall way. DP and ds1 were in the kids room playing xbox and ds2 was kicking about in beside them. I called ds 2 in to get his jammies on, I was looking into the fire place watching for him coming. Obviously you couldn't see the whole hall but a couple fo feet high from the floor. As I was looking I saw legs walk past the living room door and shouted where are you going I'm in the living room. As I said that I saw ds2 little legs walk up to the living room door and stand outside as though he was watching something. I jumped straight up and went to the hall where ds was still standing. DP and ds1 still playing xbox. I knew that anyway as I could hear them clearly from the living room and they both said they hadn't left the room.
A few weeks later dp stayed up to watch something on TV in the living room. The next day he said to me "god I didn't realise what time it was until I heard you get up to go to the toilet". I hadn't went to the toilet he swears he head someone walk along the hall.
Another time dp was working a night shift and I had both kids in bed with me. It was around 1am and I was still awake when I heard the fire gaurd, clear as day bang off the wall 3 times from the living room. Toom me a lot to convince myself I head been hearing things and get to sleep that night. Infact I think I was still partially awake when do came home from work.
When I fist moved into this house, I would have fronds around to stay quite often as I didn't really like staying alone. A few times my best friend stayed and she told me a couple of years ago that she could never sleep in my house because she was so scared, she just didn't like to tell me at the time.
All those things happened within about 6 months of each other. I had my mum stay a lot when dp had to work away. I felt ridiculous doing it, but a few times I went around the house asking "it" to leave and telling "it" there was nothing here for "it" anymore.
I gre up just around the corner from my house now and I remember the old lady that lived here before. Her husband lived here too at one point but I don't remember him. Perhaps he died before we moved in.

Well he obviously died before we moved in 🤦‍♀️ because she lived here alone for a long time and he wouldn't still be here when we moved in! But the old lady was taken to live in a care home, or so I've been told.

@Diversion I am not a crier, but your story has made me cry for the first time in years of being on MN. Soggy camping holidays are such a typical feature of family life, and it's bittersweet when that stage ends. The thought of your lost little one still being a quiet participant in your family events, and gently acknowledging the changing times is very, very poignant

I have heard loads of "ghost stories" off different people. People you would never expect to believe in things like that.
One being my uncle. I think he was in the army at the time, and something about watching a man walking through an area of a ship no one should have been in. Apparently there was no way in or out of that part of the ship without keys, so he went to get someone to open the gates (think it was a dangerous part of the ship) they searched everywhere, but found no one.
Also a police officer I know. Had a really bad biking accident when he was younger. Nearly dad but saus he vividly remember s hovering about his body and feeling 2 hand press down on the back of his shoulders, pushing him back towards his body and saying "not yet son, you need to go back". His dad had died a few years before. I also think it was the same man (but I could be wrong, as it wasn't him who told me these stories) that said his dad had walked into his room and had asked him something, or said goodbye, but it wasn't his dad at all, because his dad had actually had a heart attack in the garden and died but no one had realised until around an hour later.

We stayed in a beautiful chocolate box cottage at Hartland point about 15 years ago.
On the first night I woke up to a repetitive banging noise. I got up to investigate, the bedroom door of my daughters bedroom was just swinging backwards and forwards banging, they were both sat up in bed terrified.I got a magazine and put it under the door to wedge it open assured them it was just a draught and went back to bed. And that I thought was that.
A couple of nights later we went to visit my husbands brother who lived locally, all the children came with us except for my stepdaughter and our granddaughter who decided to hang around the cottage and watch telly.
We were out until about eleven o clock.When we got back my stepdaughter was in the front room with our granddaughter.I commented on how late it was for her to be up.She said she wasn’t going upstairs as she had heard loads of banging and dragging noises.
I poo pooed this and went upstairs to show there was nothing there.
The upstairs was one long corridor with the bedrooms coming of on the one side, I went along checking each of the bedroom nothing was out of place, I got to the last one and went in.
The door slammed and the lamp on the bedside table, that was turned on,flew off towards me and broke on the floor.All the lights went off.
I have never been so frightened in my life, there was a horrendous feeling in the room, I found the door handle and got onto the corridor.We were in the middle of the countryside and so it was pitch black.
I screamed and screamed ( apparently, I can’t remember, my Husband told me).
That night my husband got the mattresses off the beds and dragged them downstairs, we were four adults and 3 children , none of us were prepared to sleep upstairs.
The next day we left.
I know the door could have been a draft although I can’t remember any windows being open, but to this day I have no explanation for the lamp.
The cottage has since been turned into a luxury holiday let, I wouldn’t stay there if it was free.

I once heard my daughter talking loudly in the garden, went out and she wasn't there. She was actually miles away, as it turned out

Years and years ago had a fight with neighbour and pulled off her wig. Jumped into car and fled with DH #1. Went and stayed with a vague friend over night. In middle of night footsteps overhead but it was a bungalow!

Brave DH got ladder and looked in loft. Nothing! Not a family living there!

@Snowcappedmountains

My dad died when we were on holidays. When we returned to our home, the clock had stopped at the same time he died!

My nan felt a hand on her shoulder and saw her great aunt in the room. Invited her to sit down and they had a chat. Great aunt was saying goodbye. Nan then thought she must have nodded off in her chair and dreamt it all. Later that day, she got a call to say great aunt had died at the same time she had the 'dream'!

Back in senior school our form teacher told a story in assembly. She swore it was true.

When she was a student and still living at home she went out with her friends one night.

She came home late and when she got up next morning her parents asked her what she came back for the previous evening.

She didn’t have a clue what they were on about.

Apparently according to her parents, they were sitting watching TV about an hour after she’d gone out when she came home, and walked past them to go upstairs. Of course they said something like “Hello! You’re back early, did you forget something?” or similar but she just walked past them.

A couple of minutes later she came back downstairs, walked past them again without speaking and went back out.

Except she hadn’t been back.

I’ve often been tempted to look her up, just to ask her about that story 😁

Ooh Tofutikline something very similar happened in my family. Out for a meal as a 15 year old with parents and grandmother. I secretly smoked and after the meal said I wanted to go for a look round the town for a bit. I left the restaurant had a sneaky cigarette and was gone about 20 minutes. When I returned to the restaurant they commented on the fact that I had nipped back in to go to the toilets. Apparently I had walked right past them, used the loo and went out again 😳

after my Dad's funeral, I was in a hotel looking at his phone with my mum, and forwarded a picture of him onto my mums phone. After this, the picture came up when I called her from my phone..she didn't know how to link a photo to a contact at that time!
At that time, I dropped his phone and picked it up, and dropped it another couple of times, it went under the bed.
Months later, I found a copy of the photo of us I had put in his coffin..I only thought one copy existed!

We rented a house that had an old lady ghost. Of course the bloody landlord didn't mention it. Tried to make the back bedroom, which was lovely by day, into DD1's bedroom. She'd always been a star sleeper. She was about 4. She woke up screaming blue murder in that room and refused to go back in there. We just put her to sleep with us and the next day moved her into the middle bedroom with DD2. No problems after that. The bathroom and a separate WC were next to each other at the end of the corridor, you had to pass that room. I used to hate doing so at night. If you tried to close the door, it'd be open when you went back there. If you tried to leave the big light on, it'd be off when you went back there. Landlord's wife asked, after we moved out, if we'd seen the old lady in there. Thanks for letting me know your fecking house was haunted before renting it to me, not!

Edinburgh Vaults are fantastic.
One one tour, the third vault that they let you go in is the most oppressive feeling place out. The full atmosphere changes from the previous vaults, and last time I was there, heeled footsteps walked clean past me and the lady next to me, heading towards the back of the vault.
The first time I was there, I heard a sort of mechanical noise, that got louder and louder and louder until I couldn't hear myself think anymore and was crouched on the floor. Turns out that apparently I was the only one that heard it and everyone was looking at me funny 🙄
We ran in to the guide, who was amazing, in a pub the next night, and the stories he had that he doesn't tell on the tours were fascinating.

When I was a little girl I found a really strange necklace in the road outside our house. It was heavy and on a long chain with a gargoyle dragon type figure on a pendant. Not sure what it was made of, but it was a bronze colour. I had an awful feeling about that necklace but felt compelled to move it. A few minutes later I had a really nasty fall off my bike. From then on, Every time I touched it something bad happened. The final time I touched it I fell and smashed my head on the ceramic sink. I finally hid it in the shed and told my family not to go near it. Years later someone found it and decided to throw it in the bin. I was hysterical that the necklace would be ‘angry’ and something bad was going to happen to that person. A few days later they crashed their car

I never found anything out about it, but I am pretty astute and tend to pick up on bad feelings etc. That necklace was something bad, I’m not sure what, but it just really felt bad.

When I was pregnant with DC2 we lived in a 17th century cottage.
DC1 was three and to get to their bedroom you had to walk through ours, there was no separate corridor.

I was about 30 weeks pg and having very vivid dreams, same as I had with DC1, so didn’t think much about them.
One night I suddenly woke up scared because I’d ‘dreamed’ a dark, menacing male figure had walked through our bedroom and into DC’s bedroom.

About ten seconds later, DC1 came hurtling out of their room towards me screaming ‘Mummy, a nasty man just came in and woke me up!’

Of course, there was no one there. DH slept through it all!

Another dream, same pregnancy. This time I was in the dream, standing by my bedroom window with a man discussing why the thatch was leaking into the room and what we should do to fix it. Very mundane.

Except the cottage roof wasn’t thatched, it was tiled.
A few years later, I was talking to an elderly villager and she recalled how most of the cottages, including ours, used to be thatched.

Ooh. I've got one

So I lived in the middle of nowhere. Behind my house was a little tiny lane. Right in the middle of the forest. (Our house was too). Down this lane used to be this old house. It was rotten. Wasn't inhabited. One day I was out. I hadn't been down the lane in ages. I noticed it had been done up. I thought of wow. They've restored it. There was a lady dressed in black. Hanging out black clothes. Went down there a few hours later on our way back and I noticed a woman in white clothes. Hanging white washing out. Which I thought was strange. Lady with the black was old. Lady with the white was young

Went down a few months later and it was really run down again. Exactly like it was before. Nothing had changed.

I wasn't the only one to witness this either. Since then. The same story has appeared and been told in my local area

Oooh.

When I was about 18 I had quite a lot of dreams that were completely different from any others. They were more like very richly textured real-time slices of somebody else's life, and I'm sure they came from my own mind but they were just so different and I wonder what was going on in my head to create them.

In these dreams I was a woman with a little boy who was maybe five years old. The dream me lived alone and very isolated in the countryside with him, and loved him so fiercely. Everybody had cut us off, or we'd cut them off, and we had no visitors except for a friend of the little boy's father who would come to check up on us and try to persuade me to let the father see his son. I really didn't want that. I was very afraid of the father - although it was really shameful for me to be separated from him, I absolutely knew I couldn't let him anywhere near my child. Once I dreamed that the father did come, one snowy night when the little boy was asleep. I tried to tell him he couldn't come in, but he didn't care and just brushed past me. The mediator friend came too, but his job was to restrain me while the man went into my son's bedroom to look at him sleeping: I was sobbing and fighting because I didn't even want him to do that. I thought he had no right and I wanted to protect my boy from everything negative in the world, including having this man so much as lay eyes upon him. I felt so helpless that he had trampled me again.

The last dream I had was of hurrying down some stairs, putting on gloves and wearing a heavy dark wool dress that was very smart. In the room at the bottom of the stairs the little boy and a woman friend of mine were waiting for me: she was spritzing perfume into the air from an old-style glass bottle with a squeeze bulb, and they were talking about how nice it smelt. In the dream I was happy and confident. I realised that it was the first time I'd ever left my little boy with somebody else, even for a moment, and I hadn't even thought about it.

I don't know what those dreams were, like I say, but I still think about that woman and kind of wonder if she was a real person. I will never know, but it's amazing what the brain can do.