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.

Shamelessly placemarking, and I'll tell my Dad's story.

My Dad is very non-woo, doesn't believe in "all that shit" as he calls it.

One night he was sitting on the bed and my mam came upstairs to go into the en-suite and said "I'm going to take my make up off now and get ready for bed" he was like ok and thought no more of it. 10 minutes later my mam came up the stairs. She'd been downstairs the whole time, hadn't came up yet to remove her make up. He was so freaked out.

What’s PMK? I keep seeing it all over Mumsnet and it’s very annoying.

When I was a teen I was lying on my bed facing the wall. Door shut. Just me in my room (only child so no siblings and no friends in the house at the time).

Suddenly it felt like a chunk of my hair in the back of my head was violently yanked. My head shot back and it hurt like hell. Nobody was in the room. It felt ‘angry’.

I’d have sworn I was dreaming except my scalp was sore for days afterwards and I can still recall the sensation vividly 30 years on.

A couple of years ago, I took a selfie, and afterwards I noticed there was a dirty, large hand at the bottom of the picture. There was very clearly an index finger pointing upwards, but the finger was a little bent, like an elderly persons.

I thought maybe I'd been holding my hand weird and some freaky lighting was making the hand look weird and darker than the rest of the picture, so I tried recreating the selfie with my hand in the same position as that in the picture and it was just impossible.

I don't believe in ghosts and demons and all that, but did shit myself thinking I was being stalked by some witch or something

No idea how the fuck it happened.

@Hoggleludo where was this?

De lurked to post this contribution which happened last year. I was driving home one evening bringing my children back from their dad’s- a journey I’d done lots of times before. I was driving north up the M6 expecting the M55 turnoff except it never happened. As I was driving I slowly realised that the surrounding land was an area north of the junction and I was past where the turnoff was. I was behind a truck which after a while pulled into the hard shoulder and I thought “oh, it happened to them too”. I had to keep going until the next exit (which is ages away for anyone who knows that part of the M6, about 10 miles!). I thought I must have been so tired I’d missed the exit so I turned around at Lancaster and went home on the a6 so I could buy sweets from the garage to keep me awake.
Two odd things about this story that freaked me out a bit: 1. If I’d missed the exit I would have had to move out two lanes from the inside lane and I was certain at the time I’d stayed in the inside lane which becomes the slip road, and2. Found out the next day that the day before there had been a multi vehicle pile up on the m55 where several people lost their lives. So, tiredness, or spooky fold in the space time continuum? Has anyone else experienced anything similar?

A couple from me but the creepiest are the ones I will tell about my mum who doesnt believe in psychics etc but is clearly a bit psychic herself.

My stories:

I was watching 'The Body', an episode of Buffy where she finds her mother dead on the sofa. I was sitting watching the part with the dead body when I looked up and saw a pale face staring in the window. I screamed at the top of my voice and my mum saw the face too. Outside we saw 2 neighbours walking their dogs. They said the dova had gone crazy but they had seen no one.

Story 2 - I wa staying at the New Lanark heritage site in the old renovated houses where the mill workers used to live. The doors swung open by themselves and the tv switched itself on and off repeatedly.

Mum's stories

Story 1 - Tragic story in Glasgow a few years back when a police helicopter fell on top of the Clutha bar and people died. That night my mum & dad got stuck in traffic due to the accident (but they didnt know why). As they sat there my mum repeatedly heard the word 'crushed' over and over again. She saw the news when she got home.

Story 2 - My mum kept asking me and my grandparents if we could hear this strange beeping noise. Nope! 2 weeks later she accompanied me to a hospital appointment. She fainted and was hooked up to a machine. She looked at me and said 'that was it. That's the beeping noise.'

Story 3 - She was at an old battle ground with a friend when she was about 20. She heard cannons and screams but her friend heard nothing.

Actually she has many of these stories but she is an atheist and doesnt believe in the supernatural. Interesting.

Ahh I've come to the end of this thread too quickly...must have been really engrossed!

Was saving this for my evening read.

More more more please

ladymalfoy I got married at Chillingham. So many spooky goings on reported by the overnight guests. 😁

Creepy stuff always makes my eyes water. Whether it's true or not the forest story properly makes my eyes water and hairs stand up on the back of me neck.

Mine are not 'scary' but are woo. I was 6 when my little brother was born. When my mum went into hospital I went to stay at a friend's house and was sleeping in her nanny's room. The nanny swears that at 05:15 - the precise time my brother was born - I went from being fast asleep to sitting bolt upright, said 'I've got a baby', and then went fast asleep again.

My dad told us one night he had the most vivid real dream he's ever had before, whereby a river was about to burst its banks and flood a village and he had to warn people - he said the feeling of impending danger and that he just had to warn people was like nothing he'd ever experienced. The next morning on the news on the radio, lo and behold a village had been flooded in the night and people drowned. My dad is completely and utterly non-woo but has this theory that when very strong emotions - fear and danger, or joy in the case of my brother being born for example - are felt sometimes they are somehow 'transmitted' in the atmosphere. As I said, my Dad is not even remotely woo, neither is he religious, but this is his theory. Other family anecdotes like waking up and knowing when the phone call that someone had died was coming etc chime with that.

These are brilliant, I wish something spooky happened to me

I've only managed to get as far as page 5. As far as tazzy73 and Loftus Hall. I googled it. It says it's the most haunted place in Ireland. I'm thoroughly creeped out.

So i have a couple. I've told them before on MN but not for a few months/years. I'll tell 'em one at a time.

A few years ago DH and i were out in the car with DD4 when she was tiny. I pulled off the road (we live rurally) to pull baby blanket back up. Got out of the car and walked round the back glanced up to see an adult couple in navy waterproofs walking hand in hand towards the car. They were about ... 20 meters away. No gate on the field, just a big wide gap where i'd pulled up. Massive field, ankle high stubble, no visible boundary for miles left, right or to the back and sparse short hedge either side of the gap by the car. Seconds later i sat back down in the drivers seat and looked past DH's face to look at the couple again. They had vanished. There was nowhere they could have gone. DH saw my face and looked where i was looking and said ''.... that couple. They've just gone ...''. He'd seen them too. We kind of sat for a minute. I got out and went to look but it was just a massive empty field full of short stubble. Weird.

The Vegetable Muncher.

This one happened to my best and oldest friend. She was no bullshitter. We're late 40's now, this happened to her before we met when she was 8/9.

So she and her younger brother shared a bedroom in a normal 3 bed house. In the dead of night, night after night the two of them would hear dragging footsteps coming up the stairs and onto the landing. They would then come and stop outside their door. Footsteps would eventually go back down stairs. They were frightened. They told their parents. Parents poo poo'd it. Fair enough - not a massively interesting tale ... Untill .... one night the younger brother needed the toilet while this was going on. He was quietly in tears too afraid to go out of the room. J (my friend) said wait till the footsteps leave and she'd check the landing for him. Being very brave for her little brother she waited and crept silently onto the dark landing. Nothing. She crouched and peered down the stairs and could see into the moonlit kitchen.

There she saw the silhouette of a dark figure. Hunched and lumpy in shape it was bending over the wheely vegetable rack her mum had in the kitchen and it had something big in it's hands. While she watched it jerkily bit down hard into whatever it was holding. And then she saw the head slowly turn to look up the stairs towards her. She was terrified and fled back to her room, threw the door shut and leaped into bed. Poor brother had to hold on till the morning.

Neither J or her brother ever came out of their room at night again. The footsteps thing went on until they moved out of that house about a year later. They both remember it clearly to this day.

OMG I usually have to get up in the night to pee at least twice - tonight I'm leaving the landing light on 😱

@DamnYankee That's such a nice story and a comforting idea

Mind you if I heard munching in the kitchen in the dead of night it would be one of our four cats 🐱

Moved into a house where the elderly previous owner had died a few months before.
I woke up in the night and saw the figure of this man standing over me. I recall seeing these jeans and a checked shirt, hands on hips. Felt hostile, and I didn’t dare look up to see the face. I closed my eyes and then peeped and he was gone. Terrified me!

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(woops - I've just looked at the preview of this post and I DO harp on a bit)

OK, so this is going to go on a bit, as it's the first time I've written it down and there's a fair old amount to say.

The following happened when I was between the ages of 14-17, I'm guessing (I'm now 40) so many moons ago...

I lived in a little village in the Lincolnshire Wolds in a large, old house which my dad had renovated. It had originally been one house, then split in to 2, with the larger portion being the village post office/shop and the smaller end being a private residence. When my parents bought it, it was a shell and needed total renovation to turn it back in to a habitable space.

The upper floor of the house had 3 bedrooms, mine being in the middle. My parents had an ensuite at their end of the house and my brother and I shared a bathroom at the other end of the house.

Weird things started happening when I was around 14/15, but nothing too 'out there' - for example, if I couldn't sleep I would put the radio on, very quietly, but just for a bit of backround noise. One night I was lying there at about 2am and there was a U2 concert being played by Radio 1. I had listened to it earlier that week and it was a repeat. This time, however, I'm lying in bed and whilst the songs that I've recently heard are playing, a little girl's voice comes on the radio and starts singing this little song. She wasn't singing along to U2 but I wasn't paying full attention so didn't take note of what it was she was singing, but then she giggles and says 'oops! hee hee, I've forgotten the words!' and then radio goes back to U2. Ok, fine. Static/weird connections/frequencies... thought not that much of it. It was odd enough to remember but didn't freak me out so at some point I drift off to sleep.

A few months later, again I cant sleep, so having recently read somewhere that the direction in which you lie in your bed can affect how well you sleep, I decided to put my head where my feet would normally go (so I would now be facing my bedroom door and the sash window is say 6ft behind my head), and my feet are up at the headboard end of the bed (which is adjacent to a wall). Now I KNOW I wasn't asleep (I try to be as rational as possible) as I was having some awful thoughts about my dad and some fling I had a feeling he was having with a woman in the village. It was just playing round my mind and I was getting quite anxious about it. I must point out that the lights are off, I'm lying on my back with the duvet pulled up to just under my chin and my arms are under the duvet but my hands are tucked up, resting on my shoulders (like chicken wings!) - this was rememberable in itself, as I used to only ever sleep on my side with the duvet covering my exposed ear.

So, I'm lying there in the dark, eyes closed, worrying, when I hear breathing (deep, slow heavy breathing), and footsteps. The footsteps walk past me, go to the sash window, rattle it as if checking it's secure, then the footsteps and breathing get closer, to right behind my head. Two hands gently but firmly press where my hands are (up by my shoulders, covered in duvet) for a couple of seconds and then the footsteps/breathing head away from me, towards my door. I wasn't worried as I assumed it was my mum coming to tuck me in. I'm 15, remember. My mum hasn't tucked me in for years. So I remember thinking how lovely it was that she would do that randomly. I open my eyes to say goodnight, but... the door never opens. I sit bolt upright, switch on the light and figure out that something really weird has just happened. Go in to my parents' room and my mum is fast asleep. Leg it downstairs and my dad is asleep in front of the TV (watching Zulu, so he's been there a while). He wakes up, I ask him if he's just been upstairs and no, he's been asleep for ages. Little brother is staying at a friends. So.... by this point I've realised something odd has just happened and I grab a camping mattress and sleep at the foot of my mum and dad's bed because there's no way I'm going back in my room. Absolutely terrified. My parents don't believe in anything 'woo' and there was no way I could convince them that something weird had happened.

From that night on, for the next two years that we lived in that house, I slept with the light on every single night. I also propped my door open with anything heavy as I was too petrified to be in there alone. Odd things continued, which I'm going to bullet point, as if not, i'll be typing all night:

• someone/thing used to tie my shoelaces of my running trainers together. I started to notice it and I thought I was actually going mad. I was so convinced that I was just not noticing how I'd take my trainers off in the evening, that every night I used to write down in a note book how I'd left them. Without fail, every morning for months, they'd either have the bows done up, or the trainers would be tied together. Sometimes I decided to 'play' with this 'thing' in the house and I would tie them up myself (note down that I had done so) and in the morning they'd be untied!
• Again, I was listening to Radio 1 one evening and it was the Evening Session with Steve Lamaq... I was quite an indie kid, and I was recording the program on to a tape (brand new tape, out of the plastic, put in to tape deck). Then this hardcore techno started playing and I remember thinking to myself 'I should get up and stop recording this cos I hate techno' and just as I had that thought, the tape player clicked and it stopped recording! I got up to investigate. Tape seems fine, not stuck/jammed/unravelled, no power cut etc. I rewind the tape and play it back and there, instead of indie/techno was a man's voice (god Ive got shivers right now) slowing slurring words - if it had have been a defective tape I would have thought there would at least have been backround noise but no, it was just this bloke sloooooowly speaking. I couldn't make out the words and too be honestly I was too fucking scared to listen to more. I nearly had a heart attack then and there, thinking 'THIS feels DARK' and ran downstairs to burn the tape in the fire immediately.

• one Sunday afternoon, I'm in the house alone - mum and dad in the pub, and brother is at a mate's house for the weekend. Has been there since Friday after school. I go in to the bathroom that my brother and I share and in the bath tub, lined up in a wave-type pattern are all my lipsticks, liquid eyeliner, pencils, various tubes of makeup. Standing upright, perfectly balanced. Even the pencils. Again, I freak out and grab everything and throw it back in it's normally untidy heap on the shelf. Nobody's in the house. My parent's aren't jokers. My brother hasn't been there all weekend.

• One afternoon, I lost my dog - she ran off chasing rabbits (she'd been found 10 days later, 30 miles away, covered in fox shit, having had a GREAT time). So me and my mate are in my room, we've been out to look for the dog, can't find her and I am really angry with myself and worried etc. We have to go and do our shift (country pub, waitressing) so are getting reading. We're both slapping on some make up and I say ' I am just SO fucking angry with myself' and at that point my old fashioned alarm clock (like a cartoon alarm clock, with the bells on the top) jumps off the side of my dresser on the other side of the room on to the floor. It was about 10 inches from the edge. No breeze/wind/vibrations.

-I used to hear someone (feminine voice) saying my name. I would also be thinking about something and I would very clearly hear someone (masculine voice) saying 'yes' or 'no' . I honestly got to the point where I thought I was losing my mind. I'm actually very sane, if a little sensitive :-)

I never really had the feeling that 'it' was malevolent, more like 'it' wanted to let me know it was trying to connect with me. Due to my dad's behaviour, our family atmosphere was always a little fraught and I think this 'thing' whatever it was, just latched on to me to let me know someone was looking out for me/wanting to play. Apologies for not explaining that more eloquently - I've been up since 5am and am running out of steam!

I've had a few other weird happenings in that village but I've been typing for an age so am going to have a dirty fag and walk my dogs. In the dark. Alone! Eeeek. haha.

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I have quite a happy story really, only slightly creepy. My father died very suddenly, and a few days later my DS told me that my father was in his room. He was only four, so he didn't really explain what he meant. He just said he looks happy. Two weeks later I found out we were expecting a very surprising baby girl. She looks and acts so similar to him, hard not to see her as his parting gift.

The night of Grenfell, I had vivid and very upsetting nightmares of a man in a flat banging on a window. I could see the flames behind him. When I woke up, I saw the news. I’m not sure what happened in my mind that night, but I can’t even think about the Grenfell victims without feeling like crying.

A few weird things have happened.

When I was in my early teens, I was going through a difficult time and very "sensitive" to things.

On one occasion, we had all been out for a day trip. We were all fairly buoyant and talking about going home. One of my step-siblings said that we should play monopoly. I suddenly had a flash of the board being upside down and the houses scattered everywhere. We got home not long after and the house had been burgled.

Another occasion was when I was walking home from school. I saw my mum sitting in the front window, shaking her head and pointing to the back of the house. I took this to mean that I should go to my grandmother's house (who a distance lived behind us). I wasn't too phased as I just assumed that her and my stepfather were arguing. I walked to my DGM's and told her that my mum had told/gestured to me to go to hers. My mum had been taken in to hospital earlier in the day for trying to kill herself.

A few months ago, I dreamt about my DF (he passed away in 2010). He was with a toddler and was holding a little ball of light (I had a miscarriage in late 2016 and May 2019) He told me everything was OK and that they were safe with him. I'm sure it's just my subconscious but I felt such a sense of love and peace I was able to move on.