I don't believe in woo stories, but...

[justanothernameonthewall]

Its the anniversary of my grans funeral and I have just rescued 2 starlings from in the walls of my house. Starlings in the house mean a deceased one is sending you a message.

Right after my gran died storm Ellen appeared, which was gran's name. Bit coincidental, I thought. But, right after Ellen came storm Francis. My grandad, who died when my mum was a child was called Frank, short for Francis. Although she had remarried, my gran was buried next to Frank. Wonder if he came along to pick her up in that storm!?

Anyone else have any strange coincidences?

My sister passed away three years ago. Though she was only 21 she had a real eclectic music taste, but one of her favourites was 'believe' by Cher. A few months after she passed I met a few friends and we walked around and decided to stop for a drink at a bar. We sat outside where a guy was singing and playing guitar - mainly kind of chilled folksy stuff. Well as soon as we sat down he started playing 'believe' and my friends looked at me like whaaatt. It may be unreasonable but it really gave me a nice feeling he played her song as we sat down. And then he back to the folksy stuff

My dad passed away a few months ago and I am slowly going through his affairs. After going through all the paperwork, cancelling stuff and assembling info for grant of probate, I hadnt located the house deeds. I looked and looked, this week the bank confirmed that although they may have held them, they no longer had anything in safe storage. I had resigned myself to having to apply to the land registry and started putting together bits and pieces of evidence. It was weighing heavily on me, kept waking up stressing about it, just couldn’t let it go. Yesterday I spent time in my dads house sorting through old letters, photos etc... thought just one last look. Got a step laddder looked on top of the wardrobes, checking everywhere. In exasperation I started talking out loud saying I needed help, I needed a sign (I am not woo at all, eg I’m happy to be in the house alone, but neither of my sisters will be there alone; they’re always talking about signs and stuff, I just roll eyes). Anyway, said my little help me speech, went downstairs and tided up stuff I was sorting. Thought just one last look in the safe, which is under the stairs. We have all been in the safe, all looked and felt around, no one has found anything. This time, a large sealed package, contains title deeds, mortgage and conveyancing notes. I said thank you when I left.

@justanothernameonthewall

Vipers 🤣 need i mention it's lighthearted...

Oh yeah, so lighthearted fgs.

YANBU I do not believe in anything like this even remotely, I do like reading these type of things though.

@amysaurus87 thats so lovely it brought a tear to my eye 💕

OP, how did the starlings get in? I’d be intrigued if there was no obvious entry

When my Nan passed away, a little skinny robin appeared in my mums garden (nan was skinny when she passed! it was my mums mum who passed). There all year round. 3 years later my grandad (her husband, fairly rotund) passed away, and a fat little robin appeared with her.

That was down south, they've moved house twice since and always had a thin and a fat little robin in the garden.

Total coincidence I expect, but it brings my mum a lot of comfort.

I totally believe in woo stuff. There’s far too much that’s impossible to explain.

I just recently watched a YouTube video about a family who’d lost a close family member. The lady who died had a lifelong passion for frogs. On the day of the funeral everyone was sat in the church obviously overwhelmed with grief, when amongst all the flowers surrounding the coffin a tiny miniature frog poked its head out. There was no reason for it to be there. It brought such comfort to the family, as they took it as a sign that all was well.

It was so lovely. Some people would say coincidence but to them it meant such a lot.

Not long after my nanan died (I was 10) I woke up in the middle of the night and someone was holding my hand. I didn't open my eyes but it was very comforting

The next morning I asked my mum and dad which of them it was. They had no idea what I was talking about.

When I was about 24 I went to see a phsycic.

She told me my nanan was in the room. The conversation went a bit like this

P: "Your nanan is here. She used to put you to bed when you were little"

Me: "yes she did"

P: "She says she used to hold your hand as you fell asleep, and she wants you to know she still does"

Same psychic. Told me my grandad was there and asked if he had an allotment. I said no. She was surprised as she said he was holding out a bunch of green beans (random?!) She said his message was that I should eat more vegetables. I was on Atkins at the time! (She didn't know that)

When I got home I told my dad, who informed me that my grandad actually did have an allotment (I never knew that) but that it wasn't very successful....All he'd ever been able to grow was green beans!!!

@polarbearoverthere I think they're nesting in the eaves of our house near the water pipes. There's a pipe box running the height of the house. I'm assuming all the wall, floor, ceiling cavities are connected. I could hear scrabbling under the bath and in the floor so I unscrewed the bath panel and took it all apart. Ds2 helped!

My dad died during the first lockdown last year. We knew it was going to happen but we didn’t know when. A few days earlier I’d placed an online order for some beautiful Joules bedding because I thought I deserved a treat during such a horrible time and if I wanted to just sit in bed for a bit after his death then at least I’d be able to do it in comfort. A couple of days after placing the order I received an email from Yodel to say the bedding would arrive in two days’ time. An hour after I received the Yodel email my mum phoned to tell me my dad had gone. While I was still on the phone to her there was a knock on the door and there was Yodel with my lovely bedding.

I’m not a woo person but when has Yodel ever been ahead of schedule?!

Slightly different but something like 7 out of the 10 worst hurricanes have the same names as myself and my immediate family

[quote SomersetHamlyn]**@IndigoJewel* When my best friends grandad died they were sat in his house sorting through his things, when a Robin flew in the living room window and landed on the coffee table...best friends brother put his hand out and the Robin climbed on and just sat there on his hand for a few minutes, before they took it outside and it flew off. I wouldn't have believed it in a million years but they all managed to get photos and videos on their phones!*

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Sorry - I didn't mean your post was cringe, Indigo. I thought it was a lovely story.

Cringe was meant for the poster that replied to it who is clearly just trying to take the piss.

My woo story is quite sweet although I think explicable.

My Dad died quite unexpectedly on a Saturday morning, although he was 71 and not in great health (although died quite suddenly of something else). I’m one of 4 adult children and obvs we all made our way to Mum and Dad’s house as soon as we heard. 1 sibling lived locally, one semi-local and my DB and I were both about 70 miles away. It was a long, fraught, difficult and emotional day.

About 8pm we realised no one had properly eaten and we were exhauseted and actually ravenous. My Dad LOVED curry and we had visited a local Indian restaurant for about 25 years ever since we were children; we used to get takeaway as well. They had recently started doing delivery - this was 10 years ago, it was quite cutting edge 😀 - so I phoned through an order. Obvs they recognised the surname and address.

When it turned up it was like manna from heaven. we were all so shocked and dislocated and famished and this was the comfort food of our youth. So we unboxed it and fell on it. But right in the middle was a Beef Madras which was my Dad’s favourite and which he always ordered. I know I hadn’t ordered it and it didn’t show on the receipt. But there it was - Dad’s absolute favourite, sitting there just waiting for him to tuck in alongside us.

I’m convinced at the restaurant they looked at the order and thought - Pfft, they’ve forgotten the Beef Madras. We were good customers, always used to get free poppadums and a diary at Christmas.😀. So I suspect they just chucked one in to the order. But it was so odd, yet kind of lovely for us all as adults, pulled unexpectedly from around the country to be sitting eating our favourite food and Dad’s best dish right there in the middle. We opened a bottle of champagne!

Lost my first love to cancer when I was 19, he was older. He was adamant when he knew he was dying that he wanted to be cremated and his Ashes scattered on the moors behind the farm where we kept our beloved horses. However once he died his family kicked up a big stink that they wanted at least half of his ashes buried in a plot with a headstone. I could understand where they were coming from so we agreed. On the day of burying the ashes we were stood at the plot number we'd been given, waiting for the funeral director to turn up. I stood and looked around and was shocked to see, directly facing the plot in the distance the next town over was the farm and the moor just behind it, you could literally have drawn a, straight line from the cemetery to the farm!
Made me feel much better that he still got his way, I still scattered half of his ashes on the moor just as he wanted.

We started ttc 4 years ago this year. Starting our 6th round of IVF soon. Since we started IVF I see single magpies everywhere - so going on 3 years now. In the garden, when I’m driving - all of the time. It drives me nuts.

I got home from the hospital at 3pm on the afternoon I held my mums hand as she died. I went into her empty house, put the kettle on, opened the back door to sit in the garden (and have a fag 😊). There on the patio table was a perfectly formed white feather. Right in the middle of the table. It’s been wrapped in a tissue in the inside pocket of my handbag for 8 years. Nobody knows this (except you lot). Whenever I see a feather I think my mum is saying ‘how you doing hen’ to me.

So many sour faced bitches on mumsnet. Some people believe in woo get over it.

And even if you dont believe some of the stories are still beautiful, or funny or creepy and fun to read.

I have a few but one that stands out to me is:
A close relative died when i was 15 so i had to travel across the country to be with them in their final days. Around this time my aunt started having bad night terrors, seeing a solid black figure leaning over her as she slept as if about to smother her. (my sister then started seeing the same thing the other side of the country). Anyway after the death my uncle went abroad flr some reason leaving my aunt home alone which she hates, she will not stay in her house alone as it terrifies her. (admittedly its a creepy house partially due to a very bad area and particularly as its undecorated and furnished due to mental health issues but thats another story.) one night staying i was in bed in the spare room reading when in the early hours of the morning i saw a pure black shadow of a person walk past my room and go down the stairs. I figured i was half asleep anyway so disregarded it. The next morning my aunt asked if i was awake in the early hours (around 1 or 2am) i told her that yes i had woken up and saw a shadow go downstairs thinking it was my aunt. She went pale and said she asked because she stayed downstairs that night and at 1am saw a black shadow of a person walk downstairs past her and into the kitchen with the backdoor and vanish. She assumed it was me but couldn't understand how i never came back out of the kitchen and wasnt there when she went in.

So many sour faced bitches on mumsnet. Some people believe in woo get over it.

Yep. Must be miserable as fuck in real life too.

Robins and white feathers - is this something that everyone just knows about? I am 40 years old (and live in the countryside where we have plenty of both) and have never heard about robins and white feathers being symbolic. I'm probably going to be noticing them constantly tomorrow!!!

Robins and white feathers - is this something that everyone just knows about? I am 40 years old (and live in the countryside where we have plenty of both) and have never heard about robins and white feathers being symbolic. I'm probably going to be noticing them constantly tomorrow!!!

Yeah i think its a widespread belief thing people seek comfort in. When i had my miscarriage last year i called the baby Robin for this reason. :)

The belief in our family was that a white feather came from your guardian angel (who may well be a family meme we passed over). It signified them saying things will be alright, whatever ails you will work out for the best.