Weird things I still think of

[MotherofPoodles]

When I was at University my dad called and said he was coming to pick me up and he would tell me more en he got there.

My dad wasn't the dramatic type so I was a bit weirded out. So he turns up and he is angry and asks me to tell the truth and goes on to explain that in the middle of the night he had a phone call, about 4am. A man asked if he had a daughter named motherofpoodles and when my dad confirmed he did the man asked if I had a 16hh black horse called Sam and again he said yes. The man then went on to say well your daughter has borrowed £5000 off me and used the horse as guarantee and I want my money back and if I don't get my money straight away things will get very ugly. My dad never would explain say what getting ugly meant but was worried enough that we went and reported it to the police after id convinced him it hadn't happened. It was bizarre and I kept mentally questioning if I had borrowed the money and forgotten and was worried I'd forgotten about it. I just wondered if anything similar had ever happened to anyone else?

What a weird thing to have happened! Did your dad ever hear from this man again?

No he didn't luckily. It's totally weird - I can imagine kids messing about but not at 4am and dad said it sounded like a middle aged man.

Obviously, you would remember borrowing 5k. I'm thinking it was someone who knew/knew of your family and was trying to pull a con.

This sounds like time a guy I barely new got hold of my phone on a night out. He only sent messages, but really weird and insulting ones to lots of my contacts including my Dad. This guy thought he was bloody hilarious. I was explaining myself to work colleagues for weeks afterwards. Although now I’ve just remembered how when I was young and slightly less thoughtful went along with the ‘joke’ of calling guys we knew pretending to have their STD results from the ‘clinic’. Basically I think a lot of things seem hilariously funny when you are drunk.

That's very odd. Glad nothing more came of of but it must've been stressful.

Someone went around telling people that either me or my sister had had sex with one of their friends. I found out when the gossip person asked me about it on a night out (or more said, everyone knows). I was annoyed and eventually told my brother what the person had been saying (thought he should know about the liar acquaintance), anyway turns out it was someone else's sister who does look a bit similar to us I suppose.

The gossip person wondered why I wasn't that enthusiastic about seeing him at a wedding some time later...

Nothing so deliberate but I've had two weird events. I lived in a little cottage in a row of 4 down a remote alley, nobody would walk down there. I was home with my new-born. There was a knock at the door at 8 at night and an older woman, kinda the age I am now, who asked "Is Lady Diana in the house?". I placated her and when she left I rang the police who were very quick to arrive on a motorbike and went to look for her. I wasn't convinced the police officer didn't think I was delusional.
The other time disturbed me much more. DS had lost/torn something he need for school (can't remember, some item of clothing probably school trousers) I was off work the next day, playing tennis at 10, I made a quick dash to town by bike and went to M&S as it opened at 9 to buy a replacement. I was wandering around the men's department, and a woman was looking at garments with her back to me. As I passed, not close, a rail of clothes away, she turned and said, "It's you again, get away from me I've told you to stop following me, HELP HELP!!!"
I was in my tracksuit, hair tied back, I didn't feel I was dressed as a "respectable" M&S customer, (this was years before athletic-wear was worn by many).
I was so spooked I left and DS had to make do with the ripped trousers or what ever???
Both people were probably not well, but those two events have remained with me......

Weirdly enough I was going to start a thread about weird things this very night 🤣
I've been thinking about the rabbit experience I had in the Troodos mountains in Cyrprus.
We went to this village , which had a connection with the Knights Templar.
To get to and from the thing we wanted to see the road ran alongside a Greek Church. As we were leaving the village we drove past the closed up Church, there on the step was a pure black rabbit .Just sitting alone. I commented on him . It was tricky finding the road out so we made another loop circling the Church. This time as we passed, there was a completely white rabbit sitting alone on the step !! What the hell?
I still think about it. Maybe the priest kept rabbits in the Church grounds- maybe it was an omen. Didn't hang around though. 🐇

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I used to live in a flat in an old Victorian school building. The money for the school and the building had been donated by a local dignitary.
She was buried in the churchyard, literally 30 yards from the old school.

5 years later we move 150 miles north. To a lovely little Victorian cottage which was part of a tied estate.

I went into the local library and noticed a local history section. I had a bit of a mooch.

Imagine my surprise to find out the local dignitary from the original address, had also lived in my new village and had paid for the original houses to be built- one of which we now lived in. She had used the same architect for both places. .

So 150 miles apart I had lived in 2 dwellings , both paid for and 'built' by the same Victorian lady.

At uni, one of the units I studied was Medieval French. I was supposed to take the exam for it at the end of my second year but I was ill and couldn't. My third year was spent in France and then I came back for my final year, so I ended up taking the exam 2 years after I had completed the unit. To be honest, over those two years I had done very little about remembering anything I had learned so I was a bit panicked about it. Not enough to actually do any work, mind you. So the night before the exam I decided I would have to relearn one unit in one night. I went to the library, picked a text at random from the shelves, opened it at random and translated a page. Then I thought sod it and went to the bar. When I got into the exam, the passage we had to translate was the exact same one I had done the night before.

@Confusedmeanderings

At uni, one of the units I studied was Medieval French. I was supposed to take the exam for it at the end of my second year but I was ill and couldn't. My third year was spent in France and then I came back for my final year, so I ended up taking the exam 2 years after I had completed the unit. To be honest, over those two years I had done very little about remembering anything I had learned so I was a bit panicked about it. Not enough to actually do any work, mind you. So the night before the exam I decided I would have to relearn one unit in one night. I went to the library, picked a text at random from the shelves, opened it at random and translated a page. Then I thought sod it and went to the bar. When I got into the exam, the passage we had to translate was the exact same one I had done the night before.

That's so weird! It reminded me of when I took General Studies a level. I didn't go to any classes for it, I was just doing the exams with no prep. The night before one exam, I picked up my mum's Spare Rib magazine, which I had never read before (and never read since), and read one article, which was about whether it's a good thing to be able to choose which sex baby you have. In the exam next day that was one of the essay choices! I wouldn't have had a clue otherwise and can't remember now what most of the arguments were. I was so lucky!