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 14 my friend and I were house/dog sitting overnight for her sister.

We decided, in our teenage wisdom, to watch a creepy film despite being a pair of absolute shitebags.

Sat on the bed watching away and winding each other up we squeal as the film gets to a particularly scary bit when right at the same time lamps that were on a timer - that her sister forgot to tell us about - came on.

We screamed so loud a neighbour came to check on us and we got her Dad to come and pick us up as we were too freaked out to stay.

When I was at beauty school, one of the other students called Lara tragically died in a car accident one weekend.

Our tutor was holding some mini whiteboards whist she told us what had happened. Then she turned over the first whiteboard to give out to see ‘Lara’ written on the other side.

Not exactly creepy but definitely weird. For context my DM and I aren't close and don't talk often.

One night I had a dream I was visiting my mother, I took my daughter and another little boy around six months old. Chunky boy, long blonde hair, big brown eyes. A few days after the dream I found out I was pregnant. Sadly I then lost the baby very early.

A few weeks later my DM messaged me, she told me she'd had a dream I was visiting. I brought my dd, but I had a son who I didn't bring. Chunky, blonde hair, big brown eyes. Apparently I'd "left him at home with nanny Jane."

Nanny Jane is my great nan who passed away years ago. I never told DM about the miscarriage, or my dream, like I say we aren't close.

I'm not a big believer in sprits but I do believe nanny Jane is looking after my boy.

We lived in an old set of cottages. I never had any run ins with anything unusual but my new neighbour mentioned she kept seeing a man in the hall. He kept appearing just out the corner of her eye and weirdly only from the knees up.

The new neighbour did some research and it turned out the hall had been damaged previously by fire and the new landing was now higher up than the original. The man, it seems, still stands on where the floor would have been in his time.

@Jevarakh

BUSTED!

It's a short story I wrote.

Read it at a literature festival one year, in a cemetery at night.

Very effective it was too.

@SisterJude they did fess up

I just remembered another. This wasn't creepy at the time, but with hindsight... I worked in an old house that had been converted into offices. I always seemed to be the first to arrive every morning. In fact sometimes a colleague or two would be sitting in their car in the car park, but wouldn't go in until I had opened up. I assumed they didn't have keys. I often thought I heard (what I assumed to be) the cleaners walking around and dragging chairs about in the rooms upstairs from my office, and regularly heard keys jangling in locks and doors opening and closing. I thought it was the wind/colleagues/my mind! I always assumed I wasn't the first in and there was someone else had come into the house before me, or someone quickly followed me in but didn't say hello as they were in a hurry to get to work.

It wasn't until we moved out to a shiny new office (after 5 years!) that all my colleagues told me they had been too afraid to go in alone as there were so many ghosts! Every one had a story of mugs of tea 'falling' off tables, footsteps on stairs, doors opening and closing etc, and some had even seen figures disappearing up the stairs or unknown shadowy faces looking out of the windows. I am so glad they didn't tell me and I remained innocently unaware, or I too would have been sitting in the car park waiting for someone else to unlock!

Our previous house we all had the creeps when walking past the top of the stairs on the landing to go to the loo at night. The kids would run past and not look downstairs. We never saw anything but it was just a weird horrible feeling. I know my dh saw something one night, he told me about it I think I have wiped it from my mind.
This house also has several presences, but they feel friendly. I have been in the kitchen, which is an 80s extension and seen what I thought was my dd walking through the dining room which was originally the kitchen, and started chatting to her, only to go into the room and there was no one there! Then a few minutes later she came downstairs.
I've seen the odd movement out of the corner of my eye, but that might be a curtain moving or someone walking past outside on the street.
My yd has more of these visits though. The hallway to her bedroom is quite long and dark, and is part of what was a bedroom, and she has felt something go through her as she has gone to her room. She said it's not felt friendly and it does freak her out. She has a light above her door so she can see to get too and from her room better. I suspect some of hers is due to hallucinations from medications though.
The house was built around 1930s, ex council, and as far as I know we are the 4th family to live here. Potentially the original tenants could have died here, but the previous two owners moved on to other places.

For those of you who have experienced the feeling of levitation, perhaps have a read about Alice in Wonderland Syndrome. It's a real medical condition despite its fantastical name

www.healthline.com/health/alice-in-wonderland-syndrome

I lost my best friend a few year ago she was a beautiful mongrel dog German Shepherd cross. I broke my heart. One night while still half asleep I felt hwr cold wet nose inside the quilt on the bed she sniffed my back and I felt her fur on my arm. I didn't dare turn round in case she disappeared but lay still as she sniffed and rubbed her head on my arm. I even smelled her it was so real but i k now its just a dream .

Years ago someone posted here about how they’d been working in an old hospital and the lift doors opened onto a scene from a WWI field hospital or similar - does anyone else remember that?

@OnlyTheLangOfTheTitberg

Years ago someone posted here about how they’d been working in an old hospital and the lift doors opened onto a scene from a WWI field hospital or similar - does anyone else remember that?

Yes, I remember that!

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.

I've never mentioned to my mum as she'd be upset but I had a horrible dream that my grandma was dangling from a cliff/high building shouting 'help me' and I was trying to hold her up but she slipped and I woke startled. Later in the morning I got a phone call to say she had passed away from a heart attack. She hadn't been unwell. Every now and then my dreams do materialise in some form.

I was home from uni in the holidays. My younger sister was in a bad place as a friend of hers had recently committed suicide following the brutal murder of a close friend of his (too outing to go into details but huge national news at the time and still today to some extent). Dsis and I were talking everything through late one night in bed (we shared a room) when she got up to pop to the loo. I lay there with my eyes closed feeling so sad for her and so sad for the young man that had been killed and the young man who'd taken his own life.
Then slowly from nowhere I felt a gentle breeze blow across my face, starting on one side and moving across my face to the other side, then stopping as soon as it started. It was weird and creepy but left me really calm, as though something was telling me it would all be okay.

The other time was similar. I went into labour with my second child very quickly, from no contractions to full on contractions a couple of minutes apart. I think I was in shock, it all happened so fast. By the time we reached the hospital I was 5cm dilated and not coping. I asked for an epidural but was told by the time the anaesthetist was free the baby would be born so I was offered entonox but refused it, saying I'd not been able to use it with my first baby as it had made me feel sick. The midwife left the room, as did DH, to quickly ring family and let them know what was happening. Almost the second I was alone I felt my dad was in the room with me. He'd died two months earlier. I felt immediately calm and reassured, despite the contractions. I was convinced he was with me, helping me. When the midwife returned I asked if I could try the entonox, and this time I didn't feel sick at all. An hour and a half later I held my baby for the first time.
I look back on both those times and think it was probably all in my imagination due to being in acute stress. But there's a part of me that will always think I was being watched over.

I thought it meant creepy like sleazy.
I went on a date with someone and when he drove off with me in the car, he said don’t worry I am not going to rape you

This really gave me the willies as a child and there's probably an innocent explanation (but it still scared me for ages). When I was around 8 my mum told me off one morning for going in her room the night before. They'd been downstairs and heard me walking around in their room (above the living room). I hadn't gone in their room and there was nobody else in the house (no pets either). Now I'm old I assume they either heard the neighbours in their own room, or I'd sleep walked... but I was convinced as a child it was something spookier.
Not spooky but comforting - shortly after my mum died, I fell pregnant. Not long after finding out, I had a very vivid dream of mum putting her hand on my tummy, telling me that 'she' would be fine. I did have a girl and she is!
The same daughter, when she was 3 asked me if I had a baby in my tummy. I laughed and said definitely not. She was right though!

I was in a bus years ago going down the Strand past all theatres not thinking of much when I saw Rik Mayall striding along, hair bouncing and quite smiley. He looked happy. I watched him for a moment then looked away as the bus, held up in traffic, moved on. Later I remembered he had died the week before.

Bit of a long one - bare with me.

So I grew up mostly with my grandparents.
Loved their home - it was home to me too.
During my teens; my nan decided it was time to redecorate the hall. Everything came down off the walls, an old wooden cross included. Never really thought much about it; they weren't religious, it was just always there.
Anyhow - so a few months go by, hall all light and airy after being decorated. I started to feel very uncomfortable. Would not get up in the night to pee, hated going upstairs in the dark. Just felt like I was being watched.
One evening, I was sitting at the kitchen table. There was a random window that just looked out onto the hall and the loo door that was opposite. I saw my grandad walk past it and go into the loo. Half hour passed and I realised he hadn't come out. He was blind so I got up to check on him. Knocked; no answer. Started to panic that he had injured himself so I said I'm opening up. It was empty. I was confused. Walked down the hall and peered into the living room. He was sat listening to the telly. Asked him if he just went for a wee - he said no.
Next morning I told my nan. Her face went pale and she said; "crap! I didn't put the cross back up!"
Confused I asked what she meant. She told me when they moved in; she was alone and saw someone walk past the window and go into the loo. It frightened her soo much that she had a family friend who was a nun, bless a cross and hang it on the wall. She never saw anything after that. My dad rehung the cross and I never felt uncomfortable in the hall again.

@FantasticButtocks

Levitating, as a child of around 10. It used to happen as soon as I got into bed so I became afraid to get into bed because I knew as soon as I lay down that I would start lifting off the bed, feet and legs first. Sometimes going quite high above the bed. Very weird and destabilising. I'd immediately grip the side of the bed to get out and once I was standing upright I was fine, and then I'd steel myself and try again. Sometimes it would take a few goes before I could just lie down and turn on my side before it happened! Not sure how long this went on, weeks or months.

I guess there's some psychological explanation possibly, but still don't have a clue why it happened. I didn't tell anyone at the time. Even now, I would love to know if anyone has an explanation for this.

Same thing happened to me, I think its common but of course can we say its a common dream or a common thing to happen?! I would have my face literally a few inches from the ceiling. I told my mum and she said that when she was a child she thought she could fly - I don't think she was empathising maybe just telling me not to be silly? Or maybe she did it as well?!

When I was ten I was running home from my Gran's . She lived at the top of the hill and we lived at the bottom. Halfway down, I could feel myself falling, I already had scraped knees and said to nobody in particular 'please don't let me fall' . The next thing I knew I was standing outside my house.

I was 5 and sitting on kitchen work top, heard my name called so jumped down to investigate, my mum heard it too but no one had called.
Aged 11 and had just gone to bed and heard my name called, went downstairs but no one had called.
Years later my three young children tucked up asleep and my now XH at work late I went to bed. I heard footsteps come up the stairs and then my name called, again I went downstairs thinking it was him, house was dark and doors still locked and no one there, but TV had been turned on, I was creeped out each time.

Stayed in a hotel and woke up during the night hearing people move about, presumed it was other guests. I rolled over to see an old woman standing on the opposite side of the bed. I sat up but she vanished. I’m sure it was I dream, or at least hope so.

@CurlyWurly321

I went to see Public Enemy at a club in Brighton and I was right up the front, everyone was squashed forward. Someone (male) pushed his fingers between my legs and ran them over my private parts (I had jeans on). I turned to a sea of 'innocent' faces looking at the band.

I felt fucking sick. My blood ran cold, I couldn't believe how violated I felt, despite being clothed and it being a relatively minor thing.

I remember thinking, if it made me feel that bad, I can't imagine how horrific it must be to get raped.

I know that wasn't the kind of creepy you were after, but it was seriously fucking creepy.

OMG this exact thing happened to me at a Motörhead concert about 10 years ago. My friend was moshing down the front, so I was alone amongst these creepy older grinning men. I went and leant against a wall for rest of gig. It's stayed with me all this time. Still feel sick.

Reading these stories is giving me goosebumps. Had many strange encounters but my scariest was when I was a child. I always had reoccurring nightmares of wolves chasing me around my primary school. One night in my nightmare I was caught by a wolf and it scratched my back, woke up screaming and crying. No word of a lie there were claw marks down my back where I had been caught by the wolf and I saw a black wolf sat on top of my wardrobe. My screaming woke my mum who came running into the room asked what was wrong. I managed to tell her that there was a wolf in the room but as she turned around to look where I was pointing it vanished into thin air. I still have the dreams now but I running with the wolf pack rather than being hunted. My nightmares only changed to being part of the pack after I married my husband and took his surname which means strong wolf.

Not long after dad died in 2015 I was doing a it of a tidy at home and took some stuff to the tip

Pre Covid our tip was always filled with helpers there, they would help you unload stuff from your car and carry it to the dumping bit

Anyway, I pull up and a female tip worker comes over to assist, but she had the same face of my dad and a very similar demeanour. Then she was asking me all about Blackpool (where I used to live growing up with mum and dad), like what was the weather doing and had I been recently!

I totally shit myself and ran away 😕

Why did she look like my dad and why was she randomly talking about our home town? Out of the blue? I hadn’t mentioned home at all, she just came out with it.

Weird AF. I’m a total non believer in all spooky things but this did my head in 😭