To ask what’s the creepiest thing that’s ever happened to you?

[Idontlikecheesecake]

I know this has been done before, and I’ve read many stories, but I need more! Please tell me your creepy stories!

Mine is

Just over 10 years ago, I got pregnant and had a missed miscarriage, and went to hospital to have the D&C to have the baby removed. Exactly a year to the day after the procedure, I woke in the middle of the night. In my half asleep state, I felt like something was watching me, right next to my head, and I moved. Then suddenly, it felt like a rush of wind went over my face and down my body to my feet. It properly woke me up and I went cold. I turned on the light to see if there was anything in my room, nothing was there. Didn’t have any drinks or anything upstairs, no idea what it could have been. But it has always been a comfort to me thinking that it was my baby saying they were ok.

I’ve heard my departed Bengal scratching the door to come in since he died, so has dh.

We were very close to him.

@creepystory that really freaked me out! Glad that you managed to speak to your husband and all was okay. Very eerie 😳

DH and I used to live in a ground floor flat in East London. It was built on the bombed site of a row of houses that used to be brothels and opium dens visited by Oscar Wilde et al and was one of the roads included in many Jack the Ripper tours.

Our flat looked a lot like the motels you see in American tv shows - doors open out to a parking lot (ours) or a balcony.

One day DH was away and I was coming home about midnight a bit drunk from cocktails at the 10 Bells (a Jack the Ripper haunt). When I got to the parking lot I had this overwhelming feeling of dread - like I couldn't go into the flat. I felt like someone was in there, waiting.

I stood there for about 20 minutes, terrified, before deciding that I was safer inside than standing outside, or walking to a friends' or a station, alone in a very rough part of London.

My hands were literally sweating and shaking as I opened the front door. As soon as the lock clicked and the door began to open a dark figure, a little taller than me, leapt at me from the darkness behind, slightly to the right.

The figure was powerful and threw its arms over each shoulder, pushing me forward, which sent me flying into the flat where it landed on top of me, pinning me to the ground with its weight.

It was nextdoor's black Labrador (who inexplicably loved me). They let it out every night for a wee before bed. My intuition was bollocks.

Don't think she was the only one who did a wee on the doorstep that night.

@catoftheland that scared the hell out of me up to the dog revelation 😂

[quote Caffeinette]@catoftheland that scared the hell out of me up to the dog revelation 😂[/quote]
🤣

I was just lying on the floor, Labrador merrily humping my back, thinking 'my time has come' - before I realised spirits probably don't pant and lick

At uni I lived in halls for a year, on campus. It was a creepy campus, cut off from the town and surrounded by woods. The communal laundrette was 10 minutes walk from my building and always busy in the daytime. So I took to going at night, around 2am when that part of campus was deserted. It was an uphill route, past the edge of the woods, past a deserted playground and a series of locked computer rooms.

One night I had loads of laundry I desperately needed to get done, so I planned to walk to the laundrette when I’d finished my essay. Only I had this sense of foreboding that grew stronger. I kept putting it off then chided myself for being paranoid!

It was a calm winter night, about 3am, no wind or rain, no noise. So I lugged my bags of laundry down 3 flights of stairs and hesitated at the exit door. The sense of danger was stronger, like I really shouldn’t go out. I told myself I was being silly, opened the door and set off up the path, still on edge. I spotted a dead rabbit on the path, then another, then a third, all glassy eyed. The feeling of dread overwhelmed me and I rushed back to the door, lugged my bags back up the stairs and didn’t calm down until I was locked in my room.

I’d never felt this way and I’d been doing laundry at night for months. The dead rabbits shouldn’t have bothered me as that rabbit disease starting with myx was claiming a lot of rabbit lives in the area.

Next day the night porters and police issued a warning about a sexual predator at large; apparently several sex attacks had happened on campus that night, including a woman who was almost raped not far from the laundrette (she’d been returning from a night out). A man heard her screaming and chased the attacker away.

To this day I wonder if I sensed something was amiss that night. I never walked that route at night again!

FateHasRedesignedMost

Myxomatosis…….

[quote SingingInTheShithouse]@Shannith

I have diagnosed Alice in Wonderland Syndrome as part of migraine, it's very different to levitation or our of body experience, which I've also experienced. You never feel like you are floating, only that things change size & position & occasionally a sense of falling a short way as if in a lift that just dropped a couple of feet. Things like the lamppost way down the street, is suddenly right next to you making you jump, or the pint glass someone is handing you is now a half pint. I know it can vary, but I've never come across anyone who says they float [/quote]
@SingingInTheShithouse I experience Alice in Wonderland syndrome usually just before sleep paralysis. It's such an odd sensation.

@CatOfTheLand

😂😂😂

Many years ago I worked at a pub which was built back in the early 1800s and backed on to a cemetery, it was well know among locals to be haunted. I'm a bit of a sceptic so never really believed it.

The pub had a bar that sort of went around and slopped down meaning there was two bars one at the top of the slop and one at the bottom, the bars were divided by a big built in cabinet that the optics were on. You couldn't see between the top and bottom. The bottom bar was always really cold and people who sat down there alway felt like they were being watched.

One night after last orders I was cleaning up, I locked the front door and was chatting at the top bar with a couple of locals who were finishing their drinks and a friend who was waiting for me to finish. I went to the bottom bar put a load of glasses in the washer and came back up. We were all sat chatting away for about 20 minutes, then I suddenly felt like something was wrong I went around the corner to the bottom bar and the whole bar was flooded with larger. The larger taps had all been pulled down and there was larger everywhere. I have no idea how the taps on, I was the last and only person to enter that bar.

Another night at the same bar, a few of us stayed after hours to watch a boxing match on tv. We all had our drinks and we're sat around the tv, waiting for the match to start. The power went out for a spilt second, when it came back on there was a bar stool in the fire place across the room. It all happened so quick no one had time to move.

I've just read all these while my poorly ds slept and had a good cry at some of them which I feel like I needed

Omg this is what it is! I've had this all my life, used to freak me right out. Rarely happens now. For me, it's like whatever I am looking at suddenly looks miles away, like as if you've zoomed right out on a lense, but instantly. And a strange sensation while it happens. The last time it happened was a few years ago in a job interview, not the best time, and I had to keep my cool like it wasn't happening. Only ever lasted a couple of mins for me thankfully.

@TheVolturi

Omg this is what it is! I've had this all my life, used to freak me right out. Rarely happens now. For me, it's like whatever I am looking at suddenly looks miles away, like as if you've zoomed right out on a lense, but instantly. And a strange sensation while it happens. The last time it happened was a few years ago in a job interview, not the best time, and I had to keep my cool like it wasn't happening. Only ever lasted a couple of mins for me thankfully.

Was supposed to quote about the Alice in wonderland syndrome 🤦🏻‍♀️

[quote Gingernaut]**@longtompot* and @LouH1981* Fiction. Fiction. Fiction.

It did not happen. There was no feeling. It's a story.[/quote]
And? I've read fiction which has put into words what I have been feeling or experienced without knowing how to put it into words myself.

NC although have shared these separately before here aí think.

One Christmas when I was about 8-9 we had my grandparents to stay for Christmas Eve. I snuck down to peek as you do, got to the middle of the room, saw a man cross from the tree/right to the wall by the door (left) and panicked appropriately but in my mind it was Santa. I saw work boots, dark trousers and it went behind the door into a chair. No where to go unless the person stood on the chair behind the door as it was right against the wall. Ran back upstairs and checked on both my Dad and Grandad, they were asleep. Super excited I saw Father Christmas. Fast forward - obviously I remembered this event every subsequent year... Got old enough to know it could not be Santa..
The house was on old Iron Ore and later tin mines. Only in hindsight dos I wonder why I never saw or tried to see his face/upper body.

Same house. I always felt scared and watched or judged in a certain room near the top pf the stairs. Went on years. Thought it was normal imagination. Same time roughly as the Santa visit. Always hated the top off the stairs. One time I was at the top am felt a light but firm push so jumped as many as possible and landed in a heap at the bottom. My Dad - very down to earth and scientific guy - said he pranked me on purpose and he was sorry, it was on, etc. Over time it occurred to me that he was already at the bottom of the stairs. No reason he would take responsibility other than to calm me. Doesn't make sense...!

Fast forward, Dad died in 2016. He had dementia. I went in to his house with a recording app on. Head (and still have) his voice on that recording. Impossible. All I need to know that there is life after death!

Love these threads!

@wendywoopywoo222

Many years ago in Canada me and four friends got into a small boat to go whale watching. Two of us had cameras and took photos but I'm not in any of them. Where I was sat you can see the seat. Not me. 🤔🤔

That is super weird, has it happened any other time?

Coming home from work, just off the train and walking down a busy shortcut pathway from the Station, I saw my Mum about 50 foot ahead of me and didn’t want to shout as there were a lot of people and I didn’t want to draw attention, so was just thinking, “turn around Mum”, she did turn a moment later saw me and waited for me to catch up and we then walked home together.

When we got home, my Dad said did you get the train together? My Mum said no and that she heard me calling Mum and turned to see me. I definitely 100% did not shout or call out and if I had, other people would have turned around too. Very strange.

@Ohmygodareyouserious

I shared a house about 25 years ago and my house mate was working away. I called for a drink at a local bar after work (I knew all of the locals and often went alone). I don't remember anything after going in and woke up naked about 6 in the morning in my own bed (I never sleep naked), my front door was unlocked. I'll never know but 25 years of speculating and more worryingly, wondering if there were any photos/video of anything that may or may not have happened has never left me.

So sorry to hear about this, it sounds decidedly iffy. Were there any dodgy locals?

@claremmm

Did a home visit to a new client when I was working as a support worker. When they let us in to flat I had a rush of adrenaline / hair standing on arms / sense of something very bad going on and I made my excuses saying I would come back another time. Saw him on the news a couple of days later - he had murdered someone in the flat I had visited that day. Has made me always trust my gut!

@claremmm I don’t suppose you lived in NE England at the time?

Not NE. It was Scotland x

The night after DH died I was in bed trying, unsuccessfully, to sleep, and suddenly I felt this big squeeze around my chest as though someone was holding me from behind (as DH used to). I am convinced that it was DH telling me he was ok; sadly it's never happened again.

@HarrisonStickle

This happened in 1998 not long after Lyn Bryant was murdered in Cornwall whilst walking her dog down a country lane.

I lived in the countryside not that far away and was out for a walk one day when I saw a whitish car parked by the side of the lane and a man inside. It was a bit weird, as the lanes were mostly empty usually. It did stick in my mind but I put it down to someone being lost.

A few days later I was looking out of my kitchen window (which was upstairs) when I saw the same car parked on the other side of the lane opposite where I lived. Again the man sitting there. It really freaked me out. I stood watching for a while, really unsure what to do.

I decided it was a coincidence, that my imagination was in overdrive, and that if I saw it/him again I'd call the police. But I never did see it again.

I still wonder if I should have just called them anyway.

You should probably tell them now?

Its so interesting, I dont believe in anything like this, I reckon everything has a rational explanation - but what if the rational explanation turns out to be ghosts?! Some form of manevolent energy? It would be unreasonable to say every story of ghostly happenings on here is complete rubbish and everyone imagined it! (I know not all posts here are about ghostly happenings).

Hahaha, so I 'thought' I name changed...! Guess not! Oh well, 'twas me and twas all true!
The recording at Dad's was crazy. He had a very distinct accent - half American and half Scouse (Liverpudlian) accent, deep voice. I played it months later as was too upset at the time and of course didn't think there was a chance I actually caught anything, it was just the grief really. Desperate for a reassurance he was ok. I couldn't believe it when I heard it.
My Mum is the most down to earth and science ruled person - as was her husband- and when she heard it she corrected one of my guesses. "No", she said. "After he said 'can you hear me' he said 'I love you'." Once she told me I played it again and yes, that was more likely what that bit was. I like most people that claim these things I actually still have the phone so still have the recording. Not found or heard it in years now but it's possible to find it. Totally changed my opinion. As the previous poster said, how do we know the rational, scientific explanation is NOT that there are spirits on earth? Mad. True, but mad. Even though I know from my experiences that it has to be the case, still not quite convinced if that makes sense?! It's amazing, it's so comforting and above all it goes to show that there is so much we do not yet understand.

You’d be surprised how many widows have told me they don’t believe in ghosts but they saw their husbands after death, or been hugged/felt a hand on them.

A lot of people dismiss these things but how many times have those off us who haven’t lost their dh wake up seeing apparitions of them or feel ourselves being touched when no ones there.