To ask you to tell me the weirdest/spookiest thing you’ve experience

[NotSoJollyChristmas]

I’ve heard children speaking in my dds room when she’s the only child, there was no tv etc that could have made the voices

@IntermittentParps

I REALLY want to know where this abbey is, MrsHemsworth!

It's in Wales (sorry I can't be more specific)

Thank you! And that's fine I was expressing general interest really, rather than digging for specific info. Great stories.

When I was a little girl my nana worked as a home help. A friend of hers that was terminally ill gave her a silver calendar that you had to manually change the day and month and year on each day. She gifted it to my mum.

After a couple of days my mum noticed it had changed to a completely different date that she had set it to. Never mind she thought, probably just got it wrong. Changed it to the correct date.

Next day the calendar had changed to the old date again. At this point she was feeling a bit woo. Changed it back to the correct date.

A coupe of days later... yes back to the old weird date. At this point she concluded it was one of us kids (we were about 9/10). So she climbed onto the unit and put the calendar in the very back of the highest cupboard on the correct date.

You guessed it... the next day it was back to the weird date.

She threw it away.

Not really woo but always think of it.

My mum was in hospital and due to die any day.
The hospital was quite far from my home.

I set an alarm one night to get up at 5am and get ready to be at the hospital first thing in the morning.

Whoever I woke next morning at 7am my alarm had t gone off.
Half an hour later I found out she had died at about half4/5 that morning.

[quote doubleshotcappuccino]@Loubiemoo totally unnecessary ! not everyone knows that ![/quote]
I know! Who's time was it wasting.

Honestly never mind ghosts people on here scare me sometimes.

Another strange one that happened to me years ago.

Travelling home on a late-ish train, one of those horrible all stops trains, and one of the old-style ones with the 'slam doors' between carriages. I was in the carriage nearest to the driver cabin, so only one through door.
As we moved from station to station (mine was the one at the end of the line) the carriage emptied out and I moved seats so was facing driver's carriage, and had my back to the connecting door. The exit doors were to my right.
As we approached the stop before mine, the last passenger in my carriage got up and walked to the exit doors. I'd glanced up and seen him standing there waiting to get off but beyond that hadn't taken any notice.
The train stopped, the doors opened and shut and I looked up again to see him standing there, looking out. I thought he'd done what many people had done and misjudged what station we were at.
I had been reading a discarded newspaper, so went back to that, and as we approached the final stop, my husband rang to see if I needed picking up.
I crammed everything into my bag one-handed, and still talking, got off the train to head for the exit.
Then I realised I hadn't walked past anyone. Nobody had passed me in the carriage and the platform was empty.

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@Historyfan

I fell pregnant with twins but lost twin two at ten weeks It was a high risk pregnancy and I was on red alert all the way through I gave birth to a fine strapping baby and we brought him home All fine What wasn’t is for months after we would hear a baby crying (the sound came from upstairs if we where downstairs and from downstairs if we where in bed) Nobody in our street had a baby so it wasn’t that-if we’d heard it as a one off,we would have put it down to a baby being pushed down the street but it was at least five times a day-we all heard it-it wasn’t me going mad It seemed to stop when he hit 6 months old-I guess we’ll never know what it was

The baby monitor?

I was working on a community hospital as a HCA. On a night shift, was sleeping in the staff room on my break, woke up and was lying there waiting for my alarm to go off. Someone knocked on the door, opened it a crack and said ‘AquaVitae, time to get up’. Got back into to the ward to discover no one had come to wake me. I was very much awake when someone called me so who was it?! staff room used to be the old mortuary. Never took my break in there again!

My gran was in hospital and just before her passing was saying to mt mum she was drinking a baileys and it was great etc. Started naming her brothers and sisters who were with her. My mum then said 'oh what about aunty xxx is she there with you' and my gran said 'no dont be so bloody daft'. Aunty xxx was the only one still alive...

Love this thread!

That's interesting Kleew. When my uncle was dying he kept saying that he was being visited by his mum and dad but he couldn't hear them speak. He said he knew it would be his time when he could hear them.

Mine isn't as interesting as some of these stories but something that I'll never forget.
Myself and other family members cared for my Mum in her final weeks, we lost her 3 years ago.
The night before she died, she told us her mum & dad were on their way for her, we put it down to the morphine she was on tbh!
I went home that night for the first time in weeks (I only lived 2 minutes around the corner), next morning I woke up with a fright at 8am, it felt like somebody was pressing on my chest forcing me to wake up. Straight away I knew Mum had gone. I ran straight to her house and sure enough, she had passed away. The family member with her was asleep so I was the first to "know" and confirm her death.

It still upsets me now but I honestly believe she woke me that morning to tell me, and I just hope she was right about her mum and dad coming for her.

Years ago a visit to Castle museum York. A padded cell exhibit. I looked through the door spy hole and a grey haired man appeared he was wearing a shirt with tie lace on the front. I jumped back laughing thinking it was a special effect, got my sister to look, Nothing there. That was over 20yrs ago no special effects etc like now. Spooky.

My mother always had vivid visions or premonition dreams. They were almost always accurate.

She was a night sister and when we were little she worked in an old nursing home on nights. It was a very large converted Victorian building. She had been there a short while, probably about 6 months when she had this vivid dream that one of the residents had become mentally unwell and had come down a stairwell into the kitchen, taken a knife and stabbed her. She said it was vivid, in great detail, and she knew the patient. But she said thankfully there were no steps down into the kitchen from the upper floors so maybe it was her mind playing tricks.

She was on night duty a few weeks later and decorators had started works during the day, when she realised that hidden (behind cupboards and paper) in the kitchen was a stairwell, to the upper floor....

She handed her notice in soon after and left.

Bumping this awesome thread for all things Halloween!

More please!

I’ve just remembered another, when our (my mums and my) beloved dog Frank had to be pts. 3 days later my mum is screaming and shouting from downstairs, I was getting dressed in the bedroom, came downstairs and there’s a little green frog sat in the hallway, my mum is terrified of things that jump. She said she was in the living room with the back door open, got up to go and make a drink in the kitchen, and saw the frog in the hallway. I came downstairs and was going to try and pick it up and take it outside, but it hopped away far too fast, and eventually got into the kitchen and sat right below the cupboard that contained our dogs biscuits. Frank always went to the cupboard and stood there moaning if we were in the kitchen. Realised it was Frank sending us a message to say he was ok. Mum calmed down when I took the frog outside where it came from. We both felt much better knowing that frank sent a messenger

Over 25 years ago, a dark autumn evening I was home alone, my then partner out at work. Our tumble dryer was in the outside garage so I took the basket of clothes out of the back door, three steps to the garage, lifted the up and over door up and filled the machine.

As I bent over the machine I had the impression someone had walked past the garage door. Knowing I’d left the back door of the house open I cursed myself. I was never nervous at home so I picked up the basket, closed the door and went back in the house. I was quiet and careful, creeping into the kitchen in case someone was there.

No one was there and my cats were happily sleeping in the lounge, TV going. I put it down to my imagination.
I sat down, started to watch TV and out of my peripheral vision I could see a young lad standing there. Either blue or green top / bottom he was standing and looking out over my head, not taking any notice of me. The strangest thing about him though was he had a full head of curly blonde hair, nothing like the kind of cut, short style you’d see now.

I jumped up out the chair and actually shouted ‘what the eff was that’ and with that he disappeared.

It was really strange! I wasn’t particularly scared as I knew he couldn’t see me, it was just like he was maybe a recording playing back from another time. Before my house was there it was all fields. Perhaps he was stood looking out over the sea (that was the direction he was looking at) and enjoying the view and somehow got ‘played back’ years later.

I couldn’t ever explain it!

Oh and @Audit your story is terrifying and fascinating. I’ve been looking at google maps to see if I can find a farm that matches the description 😂

Not the spookiest thing I've ever experienced but since it only happened last night I thought I'd share with you all.

The doorway in our bedroom has this "funny" feel to it. Its like theres always someone around it - Often you have a feeling as though someone is there/watching. My 1 year old daughter even interacts with the door (looks at it, sometimes she'll wave, sometimes she smiles or laughs and she almost always moves her head to look out as though someone is playing peek-a-boo with her). There's been several times where I've been in bed and heard someone physically walk up to the bed and stop, when you look theres no one there.

(Background) I'm a really spiritual person (believes in angels and ghosts etc). Lately I've been trying to tune into it all as I like to do angel readings and I want to be more aligned with my angels and guides etc.

So last night, I asked my angels/guides to reach out to me and let me know they are there. So I go to bed and I had this feeling that someone was at the door watching intently. It was a feeling like someone was trying to communicate to a brick wall. But it was like I knew I'd be up at witching hour. So anyways I ignored it and went to bed. At 3am on the dot (I checked), my daughter's activity table starts going off all by itself in the livingroom. This thing never goes off unless someone is touching it! I woke my partner up and sent him through (I was too scared), he goes through to turn it off before it wakes our daughter up but as soon as he got in the livingroom the thing cut out mid song cycle. We checked on DD, shrugged it off and went back to bed. Then comes 3.30am (bang on again), it goes off again. We both went through this time and switched it off fully. Then my Grandfather's clock starts going off. Now this wouldn't be scary HOWEVER the clock doesn't go off during the night (as its one that goes ding-dong-ding-dong). But whats even weirder is this clocks battery is dead! It hasn't worked for months!!

So yeah, I think I got my wish and they reached out to me. Bloody spooky though haha.

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@Thisbastardcomputer

Following with interest

Me too

Thought I’d bump this thread, I know it’s not hallowe’en! Now these stories are not mine, and are from another website but I thought I’d share them anyway, for anyone interested.
There’s two or three I found that I thought I’d share. Here’s the first one;

When I was very small I had an overwhelming phobia of drowning. I was terrified of my mum lying me on my back to wash my hair in the bath, terrified of getting water in my eyes, very scared of paddling in the sea and it took me a long, long time to learn to swim and even now I can't put my face underwater and panic if someone kicks or splashes water in my face.

Anyway, when I was a student I got a job in a clothes shop and during my first week I was talking to the other staff members and they were telling me about the regular customers they had. One was an elderly guy who used to come in several times a week, never buy anything but used to just stand inside and glare at the other shoppers or the workers. When they tried to engage him in conversation, he started going on and on about how he was there when the Titanic went down and how no-one understood and used to get very cross.

Towards the end of my first week, lo and behold, the old guy appeared and did his usual trudge around and then spotted me behind the till. He walked towards me, pointing his walking stick at me and by this time, my colleague had clocked him and what he was doing and walked over towards us as well.

When the guy reached me, he kept saying, 'It's her! Look! It's her!' to my colleague but he was saying it in an astonished, surprised tone. Then he turned to me and said, 'I was on the Titanic too. I'm sorry we left. We couldn't find you,'

I didn't know what to say and my colleague asked if the guy was ok and he turned and replied, 'She's not on that boat anymore,' and with that he walked out of the store and didn't ever come back (well, not as long as I worked there).

Was very strange and I'm sure the water / drowning phobia and his Titanic stories are all coincidental but he seemed geniunely surprised and happy (?) to see me.

Secondly tale;

Yes. Even to this day it freaks me out because I cannot explain. Anyway, this was about 1986/87 (I was about 16) and this is set at secondary school.
Next to the secondary school is a park and at the far end of the park was a little brick building with no roof, where the newspaper boys would dump their local newspapers. This was a place where me and my best friend would have a smoke during the lunch-break. This little building was surrounded by trees.
We would go there every day and have a cigarette and gossip.
Then one day, this girl approached us and asked us for 'a ', which I gave. My friend (who was the chattier of the pair of us) got chatting to her and her name was Cindi and she was an orphan. Her parents were killed in a plane crash about a year earlier. We both felt sorry for her. She would then come round every lunch-time and we would have a cigarette, chat and a laugh. My friend even invited Cindi to her parents place (mine would go mental if I bought anyone home) and my friends mother even got on with Cindi. Cindi said she was living with her grand-parents, but ran away.
Then about 6 weeks later, there was no sign of Cindi at lunch-time. We got worried but then thought maybe she had moved on or something like that. She was roughly about our age.
Then, one lunch-time, me and my friend were in the little building and just as I was about to sit on a stack of news-papers, there on the front page was a picture of Cindi and that she had been reported missing by her parents!!!!! We looked at each other in shock, took a copy of the paper and when school was finished, we went to her mums house and showed her. She said we should call the police, which we did. After about an hour, the police turned up and asked us loads of questions, which we answered. But we didn't know where she was, or anything else about her. Her name wasn't even Cindi, it was Samantha and she was about 16. After talking to the police, we heard absolutely nothing more about 'Cindi', but it was so strange to see this girl who we felt sorry for on the front page of a paper where we would have a smoke.
To this day, I am non the wiser.