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

Many experiences but I do not indulge them. I know there is another side and it's only harmful if you encourage it. In my current house I am stroked almost every night when I am in bed. Usually on my back or legs, I used to tell it to go away, but now I just ignore it and keep my legs under cover. A previous property had random ghostly figures, some looked human, others looked like smokey balls. Objects would crash off the wall as people walked past and cutlery would fly upwards from the table when no one was nearby. It is also a public place and all the locals have witnessed things/have visits themselves from the same silhouette.
Recurring predictive dreams. True memories from age two and a photographic memory, so I do great in exams. I have friends who visit mediums, dabble with tarot etc. and I can tell you that this is very dangerous. I pray and tell spirits to leave me alone, but I have learned to live with it. A few people in real life know but I don't mention it usually and never to people who like to dabble in hocus pocus that they like to think will reassure them. Spirits want to lull you into a false sense of security, they will never help you. Don't dabble.

@Balonzette that's fascinating. There must have been something off that your subconscious mind clocked - a stray shadow, a whiff of someone's cologne, a sound of a sigh/breath. Thank goodness your reaction was so strong and you listened!

Hate a spooky thread as I'm a wimp, but I feel compelled to note these ones down...

When I was a young teen, I was playing on my phone at around 1/2 am under the covers on a school night, should've been asleep....anyway, normal as anything and then suddenly the duvet whipped over me heavily and I was too scared to turn around! Was awake all night sweating under the covers. Terrifying - I now wonder whether it was a dead family member telling me off for being awake as my mum and dad certainly would never have done anything like that and when asked were freaked out.

After my grandma died I was upstairs in my parents bed drifting off to sleep and I saw her sit on my bed in a dusk/dawn haze and just smile. That was nice.

Have memories of playing at the park with a well loved uncle who died before I was born.

@Mybalconyiscracking

I took my 3yo DD to the top of a hill near our home and we were looking at the view. She said “Mummy, who is that lady?” I looked and could not see anyone. The ground was just low scrub so nowhere to hide. I said “I can’t see a lady.” DD replied “There Mummy, she’s crying.” Pointing down the hill at nothing I could see. There had been a woman raped, murdered and dumped near that hill just a few months before. Same child absolutely refused to go into the church at Chawton because of “The Shadow..” When I looked at her, I could see her eyes were focussed on something, but there wasn’t anything there.

How funny...I was just about to share a story about Chawton as I live in the next village.

We went to eat at the pub there last summer and afterwards went for a stroll around the village just to walk off our food and because it's very pretty.

As we walked down the road I saw part of the side profile of someone cross the pavement in front of me....it was their shoulder and top of their arm and part of the chest.

Totally transparent and faded into nothing at the edges so you couldn't see anything where their face, legs, etc would be.

Then it disappeared.

I used to do private care work for a little boy and it was quite rural.

On the way home one evening (it was still light, summer time) I was driving down a quiet road and someone stepped out in front of me.
I braked but when I stopped no one was there.
It happened twice more.

I looked up the road to see if anyone had died there and one person had been knocked down and killed but that road is 2 miles long so it could have happened anywhere.

I drive down that road all the time still and I always look out for it, but since I've made the effort to concentrate and look, I haven't seen it/

Short version. I had a vision from someone asking me to find his war broach. He told me exactly where it was and I mean this was literally in the middle of a field on parents in laws land.

Next day, text from MIL saying someone had been on their land and had handed her this broach that they found in that exact place with mental detector.

In my old pre-war house I started hearing people talking at night and their were shadowy figures on the stairs. I lived alone at the time.
The cats did not seem bothered by this at all.
Turned out I was having a mental breakdown and having hallucinations. I'm on appropriate medication now and don't see or hear anything anymore.
According to my psychiatrist 1 in 10 people have seen or heard hallucinations which seem very real in periods of stress. I think this might explain many ghostly happenings.

As a small child I saw a ghost of an old woman in my then bedroom. Of course I was always it was a dream or my imagination. The room then became my brothers room a few years later. The room always scared me and I had creepy feelings while in it. When I was an adult and only my father was still living in the house I went to pick something up that was in that room. My father was not home and it was after dark. I had the usual creepy feelings when I went in the room. As I was leaving I hear a very clear, loud knocking on the window. I froze in terror and I learned what "blood runs cold" feels like. It felt like forever but I finally dared to go back in the room and look out the window. It was winter and outside the window a porch roof. I pulled aside the curtain and of course there was nothing out there (and no prints of any kind in the snow on the roof). I ran out of that room so fast and never went back into it after dark again.

My parents seem to have something that has followed them from their house in London.
It moves stuff around and hides things. It doesn’t seem malevolent. I was there a couple of weeks ago and my glass of water moved from the living room to the kitchen.
Our dog stares at something and growls but isn’t scared

I was walking through the hospital at about 3am, no one was around. Then a man was walking towards me and asked me where Ward 13 was ( we didn’t have a ward 13, that was our code word for the mortuary). I was absolutely shitting myself so I directed him behind me to where the mortuary was and walked off very quickly.
When I turned to look back he had gone, but there was no corridor or door he could have gone through, it was a straight corridor. I ran all the way back to the ward.

Two from me:

1. I used to go to a sports club on the weekend as a child. I had a good friend from school. The school had no connection to the sports club. I was there one weekend, with my back to the door and I just knew 100% that my school friend was there. I turned around and there she was. Her parents had signed her up to join that day.

2. I had a very vivid dream in my late teens that I'd moved overseas for work. In my dream, I was stood outside a giant yellow building. For years after, when I couldn't sleep, for some reason I'd think about that dream. It was so vivid, even years later.
   6 years ago I moved overseas. On my second day at work, my taxi turned the corner and there next to the office was a giant yellow building. Gives me chills even now. I thought I was going to faint when I saw it.

I once rented a flat in central Liverpool...dirt cheap rent. You could cut the atmosphere with a knife...I could sense a presence but it wasn't scary.
A week later i invited a friend round for tea and she said that the flat was haunted...I agreed...wasn't scared though.
About 6 months later a colleague asked me where I lived and when I told her the address the first thing she said was " Oh..our colleague lived there...its haunted...she saw a man walk through the wall ."
Strangely I was never scared...probably because my previous housemates were awful and the living are far more scary than the dead!

I don't know why but I always have tears running down my cheeks when I read spooky threads. Odd.

@Balonzette

Slightly different to the others, but still weird!

When I was a teenager, I had a weekly paper round - so I used to arrive home from school every Wednesday and start putting leaflets in the newspapers and when they all had their leaflets in, I'd head out and deliver them along my street. We had a big, old Victorian house which was far back from the street on a hill so sometimes was a bit creepy to be there alone (my parents wouldn't arrive home from work until a bit later), but I remember on this day, I opened the front door and immediately felt absolutely paralysed with fear. I just had the strongest, unexplainable feeling that I shouldn't enter the house. I was desperate for a wee but I just knew I couldn't go in. It's hard to explain but I just KNEW something awful was going to happen if I went inside. It was like a warning coming from the very core of my being. There was no way I could have gone in, I can't explain it. It was such an intense certainty.

Luckily the leaflets and newspapers were left by the front door after being sent there, so I just sat by the front door (with the front door wide open) to put the leaflets in, singing to myself shakily to try to make myself feel less scared. Put the leaflets in at record speed and I got out of there as soon as I could to do the paper round.

When I arrived home, I was relieved to find that everything felt normal again. My dad was in his little office downstairs where he always went to finish off his work when he got in. I said hi, and went up to my room, to find it absolutely ransacked. Cupboards open, stuff everywhere. Confused, I started running through all the rooms in the house and found them in the same state. We had been burgled! (My dad hadn't noticed when he came in as the hall seemed fine, and he went directly to the office. He always took his laptop and phone and folders to work with him, so when he was at work the office was literally just a room containing a desk and chair, with nothing to rummage through or take).

Dad called the police and they found bags of stolen goods in our garden! Everything was still in the garden except one necklace which they'd got away with. The police said they must have been inside when I got home, and they'd heard me arrive home, they'd panicked and waited for me to leave, and as soon as I (finally) finished the leaflets and left, they'd dumped what they'd stolen and escaped, obviously assuming I'd already discovered the burglary and called the police.

To this day I feel spooked by the whole thing. How did I know they were there? The fear I felt entering the house and the absolute certainty that I couldn't go inside was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. They'd broken in around the back, and there was absolutely no sign from the front of the house or in the entrance hall that anything was amiss at all. Yet that day, I knew there was something in there that wasn't right, and I KNEW I'd be hurt if I went inside my home.

It still freaks me out thinking about it. I know (and knew since the minute I opened that door) that something really bad would have happened to me if I had told myself not to be stupid and just entered my house that day. I'll never do anything that doesn't feel 'right', now, or that I have a bad feeling about. I'll never doubt my instincts! Nothing like this has happened since though, something so overwhelming and certain.

I had the same as this. I was walking along the road and a normal looking man was walking towards me. I suddenly felt completely terrified and heard the words cross. I crossed the road and the guy did the same. I crossed again and he did the same. Same voice said run and I turned and ran to the nearest shop. The man waited outside for me and then moved slightly further down the street still waiting.

The shopkeeper kindly took me out the back and drove me home. Several months later a serial rapist was arrested in my area. It was the same man and his home address was two roads away from where I was.

I was working late shift years ago and when I got home I used the take the dogs out for a quick walk to wind down. One night I was walking along the road when I felt something catch the hood of my jumper, i reached back thinking it was caught on a briar or something but there was nothing there, so I thought I'd imagined it and kept walking, then it happened again , it was quite a forceful tug. I checked again to see if it was caught on anything and when there was nothing there again, i freaked out and ran all the way back to my house and sat up until sunrise 🤣🤣

Most definitive one for me was when I was a teenager, about 14/15.

I was in bed one night and felt the mattress dip by my head, the feeling woke me up but I was facing the wall. I knew it was my nana, she had died about 7/8 years before. I turned over to see the memory foam raising back up so it was a physical thing that had been there, not just me dreaming the sensation. I wasn't scared just quite matter of fact that it was just my nana and went back to sleep.

The next morning when it registered what I'd seen I told my dad. His mouth hit the floor and he said go tell your mum. So I went upstairs and said what had happened. My mum thought I was taking the piss or my dad had put me upto something. She was really shocked and a bit nervy, eventually got it out of her she had woken in the night and seen my nana at the bottom of her bed. She said like me it wasn't scary and felt like this was a totally normal thing to happen whilst in the moment. We still talk about it as the chances of us both experiencing something like that on the same night, we hadn't been talking about my nana and it wasn't like an anniversary or anything that might have influenced us independently. The only logical conclusion is just that it happened.

I'm not easily spooked but I used to work in a hospital where odd things happened often.
We had motion lights at night to save energy that would turn on with a loud click. One night shift I heard the familiar click of the lights around the corner. But when I turned the corner there was no one there, just the lights clicking on like someone was walking away from me.
This happend quite often, always like someone was walking away. But one night the lights froze on, like someone stopped dead in the corridor in front of me, then the lights started turning on in my direction, the click click click getting faster like someone running at me. I ducked into a stairwell and I swear I heard footsteps running past.

When my Nan passed away I was absolutely bereft. Could hardly function for a long while afterwards. One night I went to bed and had the most beautiful dream about her.

She was in a little cottage with pink roses all over the front of it. It had a stable door and she was leaning out, with the sun shining on her face. She told me she was happy here and I was to stop worrying about her.

I woke up the next morning with such a sense of peace and serenity. It was like a switch had just flicked and I was fine. I still remember it vividly now.

A few years later I went to a spiritualist church and was picked out of the congregation as there W as a message from me. I felt uneasy but listened and then went home.

When I got home my usually placid dog was growling and barking with her fur stood on end.

I turned on the kitchen light, it blew. This then happed in every other room I went in to. I was also freezing cold and it was summer.

I took my dog, went to my boyfriends house…and have never been back to a spiritualist church since 😬

I've just had a freaky moment right now. I had a shitty nights sleep and was reading this thread , got up made tea went back to bed and fell back to sleep.
I have just been woken up by the tv in my room switching on! Theres no one else here! It hasn't got a timer and the remote was on the floor. WTF?
I have read about people using their phones to control TVs etc but my DC are sleeping and DH at work!
Loads of odd things happen to me but never anything like this when I bloody reading about it!!

About 2004, when I was 25, I was walking up a street just off the town centre. The main shopping street had residential streets leading off it, I turned off the main street and was walking up a residential one. On the other side of the road there was a person who looked exactly like a 40 year old version of me. It was weird because we both sort of glanced at each other, looking confused, as if they'd thought we looked alike too, but they seemed more freaked out about it - which stuck in my mind.

In 2018 I happened to be walking down the same street, in the opposite direction, on the other side of the road. Round the corner from the main shopping street came a mid-twenties version of me. We both glanced at each other, looking confused, me more so because it immediately reminded me of the previous "incident".

The strange thing was: I realised I was wearing the exact same clothes the "older me" had been wearing in 2004. The "younger me" I saw in 2018 had been wearing a jacket similar to one I'd had about that time, plus jeans (which I'd worn pretty much constantly back then). Also, the street was usually busy with pedestrians because it led to the main shopping street. On both occasions it was unusually quiet - just me and them - I think in the hundreds of times I'd been up that street in the intervening years there were always a decent number of other people about.

@ChainJane THIS is the content I’m here for!

We have a ver normal 3 bed 1930s house and there’s something in our kitchen which gets annoyed now and again. In fairness if I was trapped in an 8ftx8ft kitchen for eternity I’d be pissed as well.

But the three big things were:

1. We have a dishwasher tab metal box with a lift on/off lid, it’s on the counter by the sink. I was sitting in the lounge watching TV with our elderly Labrador, and hear an almighty crash come from the kitchen. Walk into the hall walkway, the lid is by the kitchen door. Somehow it’s come off the box (it’s a tight fit) and ended up 7ft away. No explanation as to how the hell it’s done that.

1. About a week later I went to the supermarket, opened the front door and our elderly Labrador (who only moved for food by this point) barged past me at speed, and jumped into the back seat of the car. She sat there shaking and wouldn’t come out of the car for nearly an hour. She bloody hated the car so it broke my heart for her to think it was somewhere safe because the house wasn’t. I might have shouted like a mad woman at the kitchen for scaring her

Then nothing happened for ages.

But about a year ago, we put an Echo in the kitchen. It’s rarely on but it’s nice to have music on when we’re cooking. We all went to bed about 9pm, 11pm I hear noises coming from downstairs. The Echo has only turned itself on and blaring shit 80s pop - not a channel we’d listen to. I went down (stayed on the stairs!) and yelled at it to turn off.

We then checked the app and there was no voice command for it to come on. The Alexa in the lounge has never done it, just the Echo in the kitchen and just that once.

Oh and the lights flicker in there all the time despite the whole lighting circuit being rewired. So now I just randomly chat to them, my family think I’m nuts but they didn’t have to deal with a terrified Labrador!

I love these threads

My ds saw something in the corner of our bedroom when he was very young. He was terrified for weeks, and wouldn't even look at that area of the room for ages after, until he eventually forgot. A few months later I saw a reflection of legs walking through the hall one night, closely followed by toddler ds who stopped facing the direction the legs went. I bolted out of the room to see, but there was nothing. DP and eldest ds were in a different room playing xbox, I could hear them, and even went to ask if they had moved, but I knew they hadn't. DS couldn't talk very much (only about 15 months) and all he could tell me was "the lady". Funnily enough my eldest told me there was a monster in the same corner of our bedroom when we first moved in to that house, but I just took that as toddler ramblings.
I used to have a fireguard in the living room. One night while dp was working and the kids were asleep I heard it batter off the wall. Just once but I was shitting myself for the rest of the night.
We went on holiday in June, but I was leaving a back door key for my brother because he works in our town and usually stays with my dad if he's doing a late shift, but I said he could have our house if he wanted to be alone. I have chains on both the front and back door, up at the top so kids can't reach them, but we rarley use them. When we were leaving, I locked the front door from the inside, went out the back door, locked that from the outside and hid the key in the back garden for him. A couple of days later he phoned to ask why I had put the chain on the back door 🤨. I couldnt have possibly done that, and no one else was back in the house after I left. When we got back the chain was still on and the clock in the hall was 6 hours out, but still ticking. So I put the clock back to the right time. 2 days later it was 6 hours out again, so I put it back to the correct time again. 7 weeks later and it's still fine, and at the correct time . Also, dp works night shift so he always locks the front door behind him because I'm usually in bed by the time he leaves. About 3 weeks ago he went to work, got home around 4am, tried to get back in and the front door chain was on. No idea how that happened. I didn't do it, I was in bed, and the only dc in the house that could reach it would never think to put the chain on. Not even sure he knows its there 🤣. Same again with the back door chain a few days ago. Got up in the morning, unlocked the door to let the dog out, pulled the door open....bang....chain on the back door. Now I know for a fact no one else is putting them on. No one else even thinks to lock the door with the key at night unless it's dp going to work. He never does ot if he's not night shift, only me. Either someone is fucking with me or there is spooky shit going on again.
They say things sometimes start happening when there's a big change in the house, and we've not long had a baby so....

5 years ago I had to have my old horse (28) put to sleep. I had had him for 24 years and he lived at home and was a special friend to me mostly, but he loved my non horsey husband too.

It was a wrench making the decision and we planned to have the vet come at noon and send him off at home. Desperate sad day but I know it was the kindest thing to do but the saddest goodbye

After the vet had gone-at midday- and his body was lying in the field, we took some flowers and left them with him, and a carrot. Once he was taken away for cremation-which we couldn't possibly watch, the husband and I eventually went to the stables and field to clear up everything.....couldn't face it until about 6 pm.

Walking back to the house we both stopped....CLEAR as day, we heard his whicker....not even faint, and definitely his whicker....a few rounds of it too- not just one faint sound. There was no wind, it was a still July evening and there were no other horses within several miles of the house.

Husband said to me as I said to him 'its him- he is saying goodbye'

I had no doubt, neither did my husband.....we both felt at peace that evening although still devastated.

I never heard it again and although we have now moved home away from the area, I now believe strongly that we heard his spirit and his presence. Thanking us- I would like to think.

Im welling up just writing this.