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.

When I was a kid, I stormed out of my bedroom one night to rat on my brother to my Dad. He'd been annoying me for ages and I was done with it. We weren't meant to go downstairs because dad and his girlfriend were having a housewarming party. We had just moved in. As I walked past the bathroom, a middle aged woman standing in the doorway made me jump because she was just suddenly there, staring at me but in the most chilling way. I can't even describe it- the closest I can get ever is creepy movie effects where the eyes just look a little wrong and the body proportions are all off and it's unsettling. She wore a red long jacket and had dark hair and dark eyes. I stared back at her for probably a fraction of a second, although it felt like long enough to flip my stomach over in that horrible terrified way and I backed off and legged it back into our room, slammed the door and threw myself under the covers.

My dad insisted and still insists there was no such woman there. At the time he was cross at me for insisting and being too scared to use the bathroom alone but did tell me years later that he thought he saw a person in a long red coat walking up the stairs once and that a neighbour had told him that our landlord was the son of the woman who lived there before. She'd recently died in a nursing home but I have no idea if she wore a red coat or anything. But whoever was there, their stare was absolutely chilling.

Another of mine (not creepy)

Half asleep I felt the very deliberate , careful, heavy pawsteps of the cat picking its way across me .........only we didn't have a cat .
The cat had died some 10 years before .
There was nothing else that could've made the same footfall (not even a giant rat or a giant spider ! )

My dads story really. He was in the navy and often on the night watch. You can’t leave your watch. He sailed through the Bermuda Triangle a lot but one night he looked down into the water and it looked like it was made up of faces, he described it as the natural dark shadows that you see in the surface of the water were laid out to make facial features and they seemed to him to be sort of wailing or crying. And also that they were sort of exaggerated like Edvard munch’s scream face. He describes feeling such overwhelming sadness that he left his post and ran to go below deck but then pulled himself together at the thought of disciplinary and resumed his post, not looking into the water but straight ahead, all the night feeling eyes on him.

Another one- we were staying in a French gite and in the early hours one morning he turned all the lights on, packed all our things and drove us away to check into one of those cheap French motels. He refused to explain why, my mum just said he was “spooked.” I remember being annoyed I’d left my brand new baby g watch there!

He’s really a no nonsense, logical, strong military sort of man so it was really odd.

I love this thread! It is weird and some of it scary but mostly I find it very relatable and comforting!
I will share the weird things I have personally experienced....

My dad left his home at 18 and never again saw or talked to his father. He was never spoken about at home and I never thought anything of it as it was just how it was...anyway I was 6 years old and had a really strange dream, in it my paternal grandad came to me and told me he was dying and I would soon wake up and he would be dead. I woke up and was freaked out, so told my dad about the dream and asked if grandad was dead. Dad said no, reassured me it was just a dream and we went for breakfast downstairs. As we were eating, phone rang, it was my dad's sister ringing to tell him their dad had died!

I accidently set the kitchen on fire as a child one evening whilst my parents were out and my granny was babysitting. Years later my mum told me she knew that was going to happen as she dreamt it the night before. She didnt want to go on the date with dad but he managed to persuade her.... and lo and behold her dream came true.

My grandmother was dying and in hospital, the staff asked us to come say our goodbyes so my family all went. I decided I didn't want to go as I was pregnant and had worked a nightshift and just wanted to sleep. My grandma had severe dementia and didn't know who I was anyway....so that was my decision ..went to bed and woke up suddenly.....felt a gust of cold wind go over me, and my whole body got goosebumps. (It was a spring day and I had the windows closed as I didn't want to be disturbed by outside noises as I was sleeping during the day ready for another night shift so it wasn't a breeze from an open window is what I'm trying to get at!!) It was a really strange thing but I rolled over looked at my phone and it was 4.02pm... OK another three hours before my alarm to get up...rolled back over and went straight to sleep. When I woke up again to my alarm, I found missed calls and texts....my grandma had died! When I spoke to my dad I asked what time grandma had died....and yes you guessed it - 4.02pm!!! I honestly believe that 'gust of wind' was my grandmother coming to me as she passed.

I had an orange canary who i loved dearly. We had a strong bond anyway one night as i was putting the blanket over his cage as i did every night, i looked at him and just knew that it would be the last time. I woke in the night suddenly to a gust of wind my whole body went cold and I knew that it was in that moment my beloved canary had passed. Went to sleep and once I woke again in the morning, pulled the blanket back to find him dead!!! Sad times!

Lastly, there was a time in my life that I was seriously depressed. I had been violently raped and it left me feeling suicidal. I was sat in the upstairs ensuite and i was in such a state, I had made the decision to kill myself. I looked up to the ceiling and when I looked back down there was an orange feather. Exactly the same type of orange feather as that of my deceased canary. I took that as a sign that I must not go downstairs and commit suicide as planned.

There were no windows in the ensuite.
My canary had died years before and I owned no other birds.
The canary i had lived with me in a different address to the one I was in at that time.
There was no way it could be a native bird to the UK. It was distinctly an orange canary feather. I dunno as soon as I saw it I picked it up and the need to die was gone. I just know it was sent as a sign not to do it from my canary or family in heaven.

Bet you think I'm mad. Lol.

We moved into our house about 10 years ago, and straight away it had a really lovely atmosphere. A while after we moved in, I kept seeing little white legs moving fast past the bannisters at the top of the stairs. If I came out of the kitchen (opposite the stairs) I’d see something dart out of sight at the top of the stairs, like tiny legs running past the bannisters. It looked like small toddler legs or tall cat legs. I didn’t say anything to dh, then one day when we were building some furniture at the bottom of the stairs, we both looked up at the same time as something moved at the top of the stairs. He asked me if I saw the cat all the time too. We’d both been seeing the same thing

I came home from work once and saw the rear end of a white cat dart through the door at the end of the hall, away from me. I thought from the movement that it was our cat, then realised it was the wrong colour. I called up to dh to ask if our cat was with him, and he said our cat was asleep under his foot and hadn’t moved when I got home. We couldn’t find another cat anywhere in the house , so just put it down to being our ghost cat. It’s entirely possible though that our cat has a secret, very well hidden girlfriend

Same house again also has a bit of a human presence. Not long after we moved in, I noticed that dh and the kids would often say “what?” when no one was in the room with them. Dh in particular would just start full conversations thinking I was right behind him, when I was actually in a different room. He said he never really heard a voice, but would just feel a “presence” behind him and assume I’d come in the room. I’ve had the same thing a few times, like washing up and thinking dh had come into the room and was standing behind me, but actually he was upstairs/outside. It never felt intimidating or scary though.

But things are always creepier at night, and quite a few times I’ve being lying in bed reading when I’ve felt like someone’s walked in the room. I tend to ignore it and go to sleep, but occasionally I’ll be lying on my side, and my exposed ear will start to “tickle” like someone’s talking into it but I can’t hear them, I can just feel the vibrations. Last night I was reading a book in bed, and saw a shadow by the door like someone had peeked round the door then pulled out of sight. I was just thinking “what was that?” when my ear started tickling. I just rolled over and said I was really sorry I couldn’t hear him but I hoped he was ok and could he let me sleep. It sounds a bit creepy but it’s less demonic soul stealer, and more “aye up duck, have you seen my old Motorcycle Weekly from 1989?” kind of feeling.

Realistically it’s probably just tiredness/optical illusions and spiders exploring my ears, but that’s not as interesting

It's not really creepy, but...last year, wet Sunday afternoon, I had curled up on the sofa for a reading session. I was sort of reading, sort of dozing, when I heard my dad say my name, very clearly, right into my ear. Woke me up properly but I thought I'd dreamed it, so I went to make a hot drink, then nipped out to the corner shop for some bits. When I got back, I checked my phone and found a message from my brother saying that my dad had fallen down some steps and bashed his head, but that he was home now and seemed to be okay. He'd fallen at the exact time I heard him say my name.

A few months after my sister died, I was going through the contacts on my phone and came across her cell number.
I don’t know what came over me — maybe I wanted to hear her voice — but I called. Sadly, it picked up after a couple of rings and was only the mechanical voice. I hung up.

A couple of days later, my phone rang and the alert said, KAREN CELL: “Hello, this is Karen’s cellular telephone returning your call…”

I freaked out and hung up. I’ve NEVER EVER heard of that happening. I think it was her way of telling me she was okay and I would be too.

Mine is not creepy it related to previous posters who ‘knew’ something was going to happen/Covid.

I work for a Christian charity that leads creative arts events for primary schools in the local area. Dec 2019 I had rewritten the Christmas event and it went really well. I wanted to re-write the Easter one (to be presented March/April 2020). But every time I thought about re-writing it I got a dragging feeling/lack of peace in my lower stomach which I took to mean God was saying ‘don’t rewrite it’. Every time. I even told people Jan 2020 about my feeling.

To rewrite it was huge- new session plan, PowerPoint, music, props, craft, drama etc

But it didn’t make sense. It needed to be rewritten. I just ‘knew’ I wouldn’t be presenting it. But because I couldn’t think of a reason that wasn’t directly related to me eg falling ill or worse, I was too scared to surrender to my ‘feeling’ and preferred to go forward full steam ahead- I spent hours/days rewriting, re-resourcing and retraining for the new Easter event.

Which of course - never happened!!

@SingingInTheShithouse

I've another that this tread reminds me of & as much as I try to rationalise it to myself, I know what I saw & it still creeps the hell out of me decades later .

As a teen my bedroom window backed onto the North Yorkshire moors. Generally a good thing as I could wake up to see deer & more. There was a pavement/alley at the side of the next house to ours which joined the path that went along the edge of the moors at the back yard of our house.

One night I couldn't sleep, & felt compelled to look out of my window. There, just back fro the pavement at the bottom of our garden was what looked like the silhouette of a very very tall & thin man in a brimmed hat & long coat. He was like a black shadow & felt he was looking back at me though I could see no face. It absolutely freaked me out & I jumped back & hid in my bed, scare for hours until I fell asleep as he just felt "off"

I tried to convince myself he was actually the shadow of someone standing in front of the light at the end of the nearby alley, odd in itself to just stand there so long with no obvious dog etc, but it felt better to believe he was human. In reality it made no sense at all as the thin tall shadow man was in too far over to be a shadow from the end of the alley.

Slenderman?

My grandmother heard my grandfather calling her name when he was away in the war. He had a burst ulcer and was in Norway at the time in the mountains. He nearly died. He was screaming her name . She heard him.
My daughter had an injury whilst skiing on a school trip. At the time it happened, I got a sudden unexplained pain in the area that she had been hurt.

Also, FIL was on holiday in France when he had a dream that his mother had died. He woke up and said he was going home as his mother had died. Called the care home. She had died in the night.

Name changed as I have told both of these to people in real life.

As a teenage I was out for a drive in the countryside with my Mum. We drove into a village we'd never been to before and on the edge was Georgian vicarage. We both had a really strong mental image of a Victorian vicar and his family and described the same family to each other but I "saw" then a different time of year to Mum.

DH is notoriously forgetful and often sets off to work only to turn around at the end of the road and come back for his wallet/phone/ID card etc etc.

When DS was born DH was working in a job that meant he had to leave his mobile in his locker and wasn't allowed personal calls so once he had headed off to work I couldn't get a hold of him and had to wait for him to call me in his lunch break.

One morning I was vaguely aware of DH getting up and heading out but the baby was still asleep so I decided to stay in bed and grab a bit more sleep.
A few minutes later I heard the sound of DH's car pulling on the drive, the sound of the key in the door, the front door opening and closing, him running up the stairs and our bedroom door opening. I said "what have you forgotten now?" And he replied in a strange voice "I'm so sorry love but I died". I looked across the room and could see a figure the right size for DH but when I tried to look directly at him it disappeared.
I was utterly freaked out but didn't dare call DH as I thought he would probably still be driving and worried that I might actually cause him to have an accident and know that once he was at work I couldn't reach him. I was in a state of total panic and fear until he finally called at about 12.30 for the usual lunch time check in. I still go cold whenever I remember the visit from DH's "ghost". Rationally I know it must have been a dream but I would have sworn I was woken up by the sound of the car pulling up outside.

Not sure if this is creepy exactly but it’s a bit odd and unexplained. I have an opal pendant that I inherited from my aunt which moves itself around the house. Whenever I take off my “everyday” jewellery that I wear regularly, of which this is a part, I put it in a little raku dish on the bedside table. There are about half a dozen necklaces and three or four rings in there.

I’ve found the opal necklace on the chest of drawers, on a shelf of the bookcase downstairs, on the mantelpiece, under the bed, on the kitchen windowsill…it stays in the raku dish about 75% of the time but then I find it somewhere random when I know for certain I took it off at bedtime and put it in the dish. There’s no sinister feel to it and I’m not put off from wearing it, nothing awful has ever happened to me while I’ve had it round my neck; it just won’t stay in the damned dish. None of my other necklaces “travel” like this so I don’t think it’s just me absent-mindlessly taking it off in another room (in fact I know it’s not, because I’m more conscious now of what I do with it when I unfasten it). It’s not my DH winding me up either because it’s happened when I’ve been alone in the house for a few days.

It used to freak me out the first few times it happened and I couldn’t explain it, but since nothing bad has resulted and it doesn’t give off any ‘evil vibes’, I just live with it now.

I have a reminder on my phone which I will never delete. The reminder is "call back nan", the reminder popped up on my phone exactly one month after she passed away, I don't actually know how to set reminders on my phone but I obviously did it myself somehow.

Another one which is a bit weird- I have a really vivid memory from when I was around 5 years old roughly, of me poking my head through to the dining room where my Mum and Nan were, and them both using stern raised voices "don't go to the light" they were both saying to me, I remember my response was a bit sassy like a "okay calm down" with a massive grin on my face and then just closing the door. Now, at that age I don't think I would have even heard that phrase before let alone understand it's meaning. I remember this so clearly- to how my mum had a hand on her hip wagging a finger at me and my nan sat down smoking with a concerned look on her face. My mum doesn't remember it at all frustratingly as I do believe it happened.

When I was a kid, maybe 8/9 I was allowed to ride my bike up and down our street. I rode to the end of our street and up into a dead-end cauldisac one evening and a man was watching me from a window ride in circles at the top of the cauldisac, then he came out of the house and was walking towards me.. I got a bit scared and started to ride off down the hill, when I looked behind me as I started setting off he started running after me, he didn’t shout, didn’t say anything was just chasing me. I was petrified and can still see his face to this day and what he was wearing and had gardening gloves on.

When I got home I dumped the bike in the driveway and ran inside but never actually told my parents until a few years ago what had happened. I didn’t say anything at the time because I was only allowed to go up and down our road and I felt like I was going to be told off for going up into the cauldisac. When I eventually did tell my mum about it she’s brushed it off as me probably remembering it wrong and he was just walking down the hill - which in a way has made me self doubt as I was young.. but I can still vividly picture seeing him run after me not saying anything. It makes my stomach churn to think about.

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.

I was sectioned once for acute psychosis. Its bloody mad in those places and I was outside praying to please get out of their alive. I wasn't religious, its just the kind of thing you do when you have no idea where to turn. I looked up and saw a set of glowing red and orange footsteps appear on the floor and step by step forward.

I then ran round telling everyone about my hallucinations and someone sent the vicar to tell me about the footsteps of christ. I just started panicking that he only had one leg, I was too drugged up to conceptualise that foot print marks are made one at a time when you walk.

No idea still what to make of it. I was psychotic after all. But then I never did know about the footsteps/ myths of the christian faith before hand. So all a bit odd but was comforting at a difficult time that someone was there.

A little while after my grandmother died - I must have been 8 or 9 - I woke one night and saw her sitting on the end of my bed. I remember clearly thinking - don't freak out because that would upset her, and she's come to visit with good intentions. So I just smiled at her and shut my eyes again and went back to sleep.

I didn't tell my parents. Years later - in my teens - my dad revealed he'd had a similar visit around the same way. So, it turned out, had my sister.

My grandmother thought she was psychic on some level and had also appeared to my grandad on his deathbed.

I have a necklace that she gave me as a baby which I still wear sometimes. It's one of my treasured possessions. I thought i had lost it once, looked everywhere and it turned up in a place in my flat that I definitely didn't put it (and nor did DP).

I had cats and my cats died over several years and I rehomed one because she was lonely and there was no way I was getting another cat or pet ever again! Years later I scrolling through Facebook friend of a friend was selling kittens "im not getting any it hurts too much when they go" etc etc that night I felt a cat cuddle me like my first one used too it made me feel such love

I ended up with three of the kittens and one of them is a night cuddler just like dcat 1 from all those years ago

Slenderman?

@TheFormidableMrsC

Weirdly similar & I've never wanted to watch the film as a result, but Slenderman is to my knowledge a made up meme from 2009, so decades after my experience

Placemarking to read later as these are fascinating!

The cats one reminds me of another ongoing & lovely, not creepy one here...

We've lived here a long time & have always kept cats, so we've had 3 die here over the years. All 3 have visited over the years, even this last week.

Polly our old Maine Coon who died at nearly 22 has ended seen by everyone in our household at various times. Usually trotting down the stairs when we get the dreamies out. We've all seen what we can best describe as a watery blurred & vague image of her trotting down the stairs & disappearing when she hits the lighter area at the bottom of the stairs. We hear her too. Our living cats act as if they know she's there & walk around her.

Our large black tomcat who died over 15 years ago was frequently seen in the years after his death. DD said he still slept on her bed, but we don't see him anymore

Our little black girl who died only a few years ago has been felt & heard by all of us... she had a very distinctive & deep meow. DH & I both get what's best described as a droughts rubbing itself around our legs when standing at the cooker, we both get goosebumps when this happens too, she was the only one of out cats who did this when living. I've seen her in the kitchen & so has DD, again a sort of vague watery blurred image of her.

Creepy to some, but we love that they still pop in from time to time

I had to go into work one Saturday around 2010 to finish a job. It was a small building and I'd borrowed the keys on the Friday because I knew I'd need to come in.

I unlocked the front door, went inside and locked it behind me, went to my desk and started work. About an hour in I heard someone running down the corridoor towards me, laughing. I assumed someone else had come into the building so went to see who it was, not wanting them to be startled if they found me there.

Nobody there. I went round the building, nobody around. Nobody in the carpark. The door was still locked - if they had run outside they wouldn't have had time to lock it up again. They can't have left through a fire door as the alarm would have gone off. On the Monday I asked around if anyone had been in - nobody said they had.

One other weird thing that happened this year. It was a Saturday evening and I was home alone. I had my bluetooth headphones on, connected to the television, listening to BBC News while I was in the kitchen making dinner. The BBC newsflash sound came on, instantly my brain told me Murray Walker had died. "And now some sad news..." - I 100% knew what was coming next - "...from the world of sport, from Formula One, the commentator Murray Walker has died."

I knew he was in his 90s but had no reason to think he would have died at that particular time. It flashed into my brain just before the announcer read it out. As I said, I was in a different room so couldn't see the TV from where I was.