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

Not to freak you out but three knocks is a common sign of a demonic entity mocking the Holy Trinity.

Okay well you've freaked me the fuck out now! A few weeks ago, I was up early in the morning and as usual all was quiet. I was in the bathroom, and I was thinking about Jesus and the idea that he'd died on the cross, and wondering how real that was, when I heard three distinct knocks on the wall. No other sounds at all - it was five in the morning and no one else is up for hours. I thought it was very strange at the time, then I read this comment and now I am freaked!

To be fair, this whole thread is making me jumpy!

I occasionally still wonder about this and why it happened to me.

Back in the late 1980s I worked with an older man although I was senior to him in our jobs. He was a quiet and unassuming man apart from his quickly and brightly coloured ties that he loved to wear.

He was also in possession of a very dry wit and working with him was an absolute pleasure. He was one of those lovely people that no one had a bad word to say about.

Due to his shyness he hadn’t really had a proper girlfriend or had been in many dates so it was lovely when he got married in his late 30s.

I knew his wife Julia quite well as her younger sister was a good friend of mine and both of them also worked in the same building.

Julia was a very nice looking lady but also very overweight. She had been married a long while to an abusive man who put her down at every opportunity but she had finally got a divorce.

She was quite similar to Richard in her personality and was quiet on the outside but very warm and funny when you got to know her.

Their office romance became a big deal where we all worked as it was a love story where we were all rooting for them to find their happy ever after with each other.

The 80s was such a feel good time for us where we worked that there wasn’t the bitchiness or rivalry that we often see today in the insecure world we now live in.

I digress.

After they got married (they were so sweet they didn’t live together before they got married) we heard little updates about their new home etc and general married life in which they were both deliriously happy.

After six months or so they got a couple of kittens. Julia also in her late 30’s has discovered that she was unable to have children so the kittens were a much loved addition to their home.

Julia would usually have lunch at work with the rest of us but Richard would like to pop home for lunch and check on the kittens. I can’t remember if he actually told me but I think he didn’t want to have lunch at work so as not to oblige Julia in having lunch with him and she could sit with her female colleagues and have a laugh etc.

We worked flexi hours so it was not uncommon to have extended lunch breaks of two hours if we had come in early.

One day I had gone out in my lunchtime and was driving. I saw Richard on my way back to work, I actually just saw a guy waiting to cross a road but recognised his tie and knew it was Richard.

We both saw each other at the same time and he started waving madly at me and I was able to stop further along and he caught me up and hopped in.

He was perfectly normal and we talked about the kittens and some work stuff.

I parked in the staff car park and we started to walk in.

Before we got to security he stopped and he said that he couldn’t go in.

He looked concerned and I thought he must be feeling unwell so I asked if he was ok and he just smiled.

I remember looking directly into his face, a face I had known for many years and although he was smiling I could sense a sadness.

He said, “Please tell Julia that I love her, that I love her very much”.

Then he walked away from me and I thought that’s strange where is he going but there were other people returning to work and I lost eye contact with him walking away and proceeded to enter security and continue to my office.

I think I thought he had gone to sit in the fresh air as he felt ill and I would see him back at work later on.

He didn’t return. He never returned. He had died of a heart attack in his home. Apparently he had got the cat doos out as if to feed them but had them died.

Therefore, he never left his home, I couldn’t have seen him and given him a lift.

I never saw Julia upon my return to work that afternoon as she worked in a different department but she had later on in the afternoon come to my department whilst I was elsewhere and had asked others where Richard was.

No one had said they didn’t think he had come back from lunch as it was a busy department and Julia was not worried about him not being there and assumed he was in a different part of the building.

I didn’t follow it up and thought he had just gone back home perhaps with a stomach upset and I would speak to him the next day. He hasn’t looked ill at all when I had seen him. Not had he said he was unwell.

If I had seen Julia I would have mentioned him going home as I thought he had done.

I went home and Julia had waited for him in her office as he usually met her there and they would go home together but of course he never came.

She checked with my department but anyone left there had not seen him and this was of course before mobile phones.

We were all a very sociable lot and it wasn’t u usual to go for a drink after work and perhaps that’s what Julia thought he had done and forgotten to tell her beforehand.

Apparently she went home and was not concerned and expected to see him later but sadly discovered him dead in their kitchen.

I was very upset to hear about him dying and the whole building was in shock as he wasn’t ill and seemed fit as a fiddle, even playing for the banks football team and participating in any physical charity events we held.

I had a hard time processing what had happened to me seeing him when I couldn’t possibly have done so. I didn’t tell anyone at the time what had happened we not even my own partner who was good friends with Richard.

I did carefully find out his time of death and it was stated that he died almost as soon as he got home. I could not have given him a lift two hours later.

Julia was off work for a very long time. At Richards funeral I told her that Richard loved her very much and that I felt was the right thing to do rather than cause more distress about him telling me this after he had died.

Love these threads.

As a teenager I had a period of feeling my bed shaking at night. So frightening. One morning after one of these episodes I woke up and all my posters which had completely covered one wall were all piled next to my bed on the floor.

My bedroom had a sliding lock on the outside which we'd thought was a bit strange when we moved and still can't understand why someone would need that

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Brilliant thread

@Brigante9 I lost my big fuzzy boy last year and I can often hear him getting on and off the bed through the day, and I'll walk into the room and say ohh hello my boy, and I get his smell, that warm lovely dog breath smell that makes you feel warm and sleepy, only every now and again I'll smell it but I know he's definitely there, he used to scratch at the back door when he had been outside of an evening and I've heard that scratching sound on the glass of the door too, I usually open the door anyway to let him in 😂 my DP has heard it too but he did think I was a bit mad to let "ghost pup" back in

Our dog would follow me everywhere, up and down stairs, into the bathroom, wait for me outside the downstairs loo, etc.

Some time after she had to be PTS at 14, I was downstairs and heard exactly the same characteristic loud thump from our bedroom that I used to hear after she’d followed me upstairs, curled up on our bed, realised I’d gone downstairs again, and jumped down.
I went up to see if anything else could have could have caused it - nope.

Many years later I still have her water dish in the kitchen, in case her little ghost thinks I’ve forgotten her. (Handy for visiting muttleys, too.)

I used to live in a very old, very isolated farmhouse. It was a happy, peaceful place and only 2 really disturbing things happened.

I worked from home and one afternoon I heard the sound of stone grating against stone - like the sound of the crypt opening in a horror movie. I was alone in the house. The sound only lasted a few seconds but was very distinctive. I rushed outside expecting to see the chimney about to collapse or huge cracks in the wall. Nothing. I put it down to the natural movement you get in old houses, wood rots, soil washes away etc. The house has stood for hundreds of years and is still standing. But this scared the shit out of me at the time.

The other incident, i don't have an explanation for. OH was working away, I was alone in the house. The nearest road and house was about 3 miles away. At about 3 in the morning I was woken by three very loud knocks on the door. I was terrified and just lay there with my heart pounding. There was no other sound and after a while I either passed out from fright or went back to sleep. In the morning everything was normal - no sign of nocturnal visitors. And I've just seen the post above about 3 knocks which is slightly alarming.

I don't really have any spooky things to tell so am just marking my place as I love these threads! The ones about dogs/other pets are so moving.

Our very old cottage has a resident man. For years I thought he was a dr ( white coat ) but after a village party I got chatting to a man whose dad had died in the cottage. He said oh I bet he's still about, I was like no we have a dr in a white coat. He says Yh dad used to wear a white coat when he was doing stuff about the house. Had it off a dr pal. Funniest thing is we only see him when we are doing work in the house.

Nothing too spooky. I remember when I was about 9 or so seeing a shadow run across the landing into the bathroom, like a man running quickly. Shouted my dad and he came up the stairs - not from the bathroom - to see what I wanted. That was a bit weird and to dad’s credit he checked the house and practically emptied the airing cupboard to make sure. Nothing happened again but it was odd.

I’ve also experienced sleep paralysis a few times. It’s horrible and always when I’m stressed out. The last one was particularly horrid. I’d nodded off downstairs on the sofa, DH was on nights. Alarm wasn’t on as I’d dozed off.

I could see a scarecrow like figure at patio doors staring at me but I couldn’t move. Not one muscle. Woke up properly eventually and knew it couldn’t be real as the dog had snuggled up next to me and was calm and not reacting .

It was horrible though even though I knew what it was and I wasn’t very impressed when dog asked to go out same patio door for a wee a few minutes later!

DH did check the cameras next day out of curiosity but there was no-one there of course.

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@Audit

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.

I had a similar strong feeling when staying in a very old farmhouse in Somerset. It was a bed and breakfast servicing a small touristy village. The owners were out for the afternoon and I had wandered upstairs into a far wing of the house, little used, but part of the guests' area. At the end on the left was a bathroom which I was heading for. Opposite the bathroom door was a short flight of steps to a door leading to a long thin bedroom. That room was rarely used and the door was normally locked.

Just as I was about to turn into the bathroom I had the most terrifying sensation. I can only describe it as being a message from some higher power imploring me not to turn and look towards the bedroom. It was such a strong sensation, it was as if I had no power to disobey. I stood stock still staring ahead into the bathroom and out of the window at the fields and hills above the village. This sensation was driving me on to keep my face forward. It was so weird, this feeling of needing to count the trees, the rooves, draw an imaginary line around the clouds and branches - anything to take my mind away from the thing at the bedroom. I have never known any sense so strong, so purposeful and so protective.

After about 10 minutes (but felt like a lifetime) of standing stock still, sweat dripping down me, I sensed the bad presence and the good powerful presence starting to wane. Really weird, but at that precise moment a blackbird flew fast into the bathroom through the open window and perched on the wide window ledge. It's eyes were wide and bright, its chest heaving after landing. It kept blinking and looking at me.

The sensations were not quite over, but the blackbird had interrupted my train of thought. In a flash I thought I had imagined it all, so confidently turned away to look at the bedroom and the small steps leading up to it. What I saw was truly terrifying, before it vanished infront of me. That image stays with me forever. I am not going to go into detail because there are sensitive readers on this site. The real story is in the powerful presence, like the poster above, that strong sense coming from somewhere else that looks over you. Very weird but comforting also.

This is terrifying 😳

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Ooh just remembered another one this year. February we went to view a house as we were moving areas and came home to discuss if we wanted to put an offer in.

DH wasn’t so sure and we were discussing pros and cons and really having a good think about if it was right for us as it was a project. DH said something like “Nah, Get rightmove up on the iPad and we’ll see what’s out there” and toddled off to the garage to get a beer (so another part of the house and through the utility room to the garage where the spare fridge freezer was. He came back in looking a bit spooked and said “I swear I smelt old lady perfume when I was in the garage”.He said it was floral and nothing like my perfume or DD’s body sprays.

Now reasonably we knew it must be the items I’d been invited to take from the viewing - an old lady had lived/died there and the house was being cleared. I’d been invited to take some books by her daughter at the viewing, so I took a couple. As I was flicking through the books it must have released her perfume, or air freshener or polish or something. Still a bit weird though as the garage was a distance away from where I was sat.

DD just said “better buy the house dad or the old lady will haunt you”.

We did buy the house. It was a very stressful process and we are in the process of ripping out most of the features that were her pride and (cheap, shoddily and sometimes downright dangerously fitted) joy. Expecting a haunting anytime now... 😁

@Audit What did you see,

I have a dream one.

I had a dream of my mam and uncle [both dead] pushing a pram.
I was in the dream with them.
It was near the old health centre and bus stop.They left me with the pram and they basically disappeared.

I was really shaken by this dream so i mentioned it to my eldest ds.

Next day my middle ds and his gf told me they where expecting a baby.
I swear it was my mams way of letting me know.

I was once told by a clairvoyant that I would be often have spiritual experiences because I had an open mind and I was a good conduit to the spirit world

I do reckon she was on to something though. I've had quite a lot of strange things happen to me.

I have been visited by 2 of my great grandparents. My mum is sure of this because I had no idea of who those people were but I could describe them in great detail. And every detail was correct.

I also used to get visited by my grandad. He would leave signs, like moving photos of him or the cup he used. On one occasion he turned the tap on as I left a room and on another I could hear his footsteps in the hallway.I felt so strongly it was my grandad I would speak to him and tell him about my day.

About 6 months after this began I went for my tarot reading and the woman said: "your grandfather loves your chats."

About a year later the instances started becoming less frequent and I felt a sense that he was moving on. Eventually they stopped and while I felt a bit sad I also felt happy my grandad was obviously content somewhere!

@Balonzette We lived in South Africa for a time and had to do some extensive security training because of the sky high rate of crime and in particular home invasions. He made it very clear that if you have even a tingle of anticipation or feeling of dread when coming into your house to listen to it and to get out of the house. Things like the smell of strangers in your home, or very slight noises can be picked up by your sub-conscious, you might not notice it but your mind will then send you a message that something isn't right in your home by making you feel uncomfortable or scared. He said the number of people who listened to their instinct, called the police from outside their home and there were found to be intruders inside, or there had been intruders, was high, and to never ignore that feeling that something is wrong.

@Cravey

Our very old cottage has a resident man. For years I thought he was a dr ( white coat ) but after a village party I got chatting to a man whose dad had died in the cottage. He said oh I bet he's still about, I was like no we have a dr in a white coat. He says Yh dad used to wear a white coat when he was doing stuff about the house. Had it off a dr pal. Funniest thing is we only see him when we are doing work in the house.

That's lovely. We have a ghost in our house, the daughter of the old couple that used to live here. She's harmless and DD has grown up with her being there.

I have had a few strange things happen to me, mostly when I was a teen. My dad was going through a bad divorce, it was v acrimonious and involved myself and step
Siblings so was very tough. My stress levels at 16 were HIGH, to put it lightly. I used to stay with my aunt a lot in the school hols to get away from the situation, even before the divorce because the atmosphere at home was so toxic with the arguments. My aunt and I were visiting my cousins flat and we were talking about the situation at home and I was getting quite upset. Suddenly out of nowhere a dvd that was sitting on my cousins tv stand just jumped up off the stand and flew across the room and shattered on the wall. We freaked out and ran out of the flat. I wasn't sure lately if this had actually happened so I asked my aunt the other month if she remembered any thing spooky happening during that time to which she said "you mean when the dvd took a trip across the living room all by itself? Yes I remember!" So I know I didn't make it up.

I also used to have predictive dreams as a teen. One that sticks out the most is that I dreamt of a small orange car ending up in a ditch on the road. Couple of days later I went to my neighbors house who I babysat for and asked why they had a different car on the drive. To be told that they had crashed their little orange car in a ditch the day before and this was the courtesy car from insurance.

I've also seen mediums and had mixed results. One was incredibly accurate and came out with something that left me covered in goosebumps because it was so specific and accurate. But I don't really believe in mediums and the ability to contact the dead so he must have just been very very good at reading people.

Some really terrifying experiences on here. It's incredible just how many people have witnessed the inexplicable.
I think that there is something in our house, but as we've been here 27 years now, I think we have all managed to get on just fine. It didn't help that the day we moved in, a youngish man walking down the road told my husband the house was haunted!
However there have been a few things. I had a friend who was adamant that she could see ghosts. One Sunday, of course when dh was away, she jumped up and ran to the dining room door, which was ajar. She then announced that she had just seen our ghost and that he had walked up the stairs and gone into the back bedroom. Apparently he had a nice face.
Fast forward a few years to a Sunday evening, similar time, and my three year old ran to the dining room door and announced that Daddy was home. He gazed up the stairs, then shrugged and said "Oh, it's not Daddy." (Which was actually worse than if he'd said there was no one there!) I asked him what he had seen and he said it was a shadow. I asked him if he'd seen it before and he said it sometimes walks around his bedroom! He didn't seem bothered by it, unlike me!

[quote BorderlineHappy]**@Audit What did you see,

I have a dream one.

I had a dream of my mam and uncle [both dead] pushing a pram.
I was in the dream with them.
It was near the old health centre and bus stop.They left me with the pram and they basically disappeared.

I was really shaken by this dream so i mentioned it to my eldest ds.

Next day my middle ds and his gf told me they where expecting a baby.
I swear it was my mams way of letting me know.[/quote]
@Audit

Thankyou for not describing what you saw. I have a feeling I know what it was.

I absolutely do not believe in ghosts (although I do accept that people do see them, I just don't think they are dead people). However. I worked in a branch of a well known retailer in a big city when I was a student in the 90s. The stockroom was arranged in aisles in the basement. It was dimly lit and smelled damp. I was down there once, getting some stock, and I distinctly heard someone walking down the next aisle. I thought it was a colleague and shouted a cheery 'Hullo!' but there was no reply. The footsteps kept going, moving past where I was and continuing down the aisle. I could hear the footsteps, but also the sound of movement, as if fabric was rubbing on fabric.

I was young then, and easily frightened. I ran for the lift and emerged shocked and upset, into the staff area on the ground floor. Colleagues who made me a cup of tea and calmed me down, told me they always went down there in pairs as it was so frightening.

The worst bit was when I got into the lift and pulled the 'cage' across, pressed the button and waited for the lift doors to shut. I was sure I could hear 'it' walking quickly towards me as if it was going to get into the lift with me.

Listening to my mother going on and on about various ghosts she'd seen when I was a young child. She would try to get rid of my fear by telling me only the living could hurt us. Great help that was.

At boarding school in about 1980, my bed was in the corner of the dormitory, against the wall. I had been asleep, facing the wall, but heard someone walking up through the middle of the dorm - lino floor - I stayed stock still and did not turn over - and then they sat down on the edge of my bed. I felt the mattress depress. After a while, they went away. I can't remember if I heard them leave. I thought it might have been the housemistress, but have no idea why she would have done that in the middle of the night. Some years later I heard that house was haunted.