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

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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 was enjoying reading these. Then I realised it's getting dark and DH is away. I'll stop now

Are u sure you're not fibbing? I heard this story told on a TV programme years ago 🤔

Nah they confessed. It's a badly written story.

I saw a girl come into my bedroom trying to wake my little girl who was sleeping on the floor next to my bed (we had guests) but no other child in the house.
Next night I felt my little girl hit the dog on the bed, I leaned over to tell her offdor being so rough and she was fast asleep.
We had the priest round to bless the house and this child hasn't been back since, I used to do readings at a spiritualist church and I think the child attached herself to me

I was pregnant with our first and we switched banks and got new cards. Mine was late for some reason so we were both using DH’s. I kept forgetting the PIN and he kept having to remind me: 1611. The hundredth time I asked why I could remember the smallest details but not this. I replied I only remember very important things like our wedding date, the day we met etc. when DC was born a few days, while they were stitching me up post labor, the nurse shouted “time of birth?” And the doctor replied “0411!”. We both just stared at each other open mouthed.

I had an urge to go and see my gran who was in a home, about an hour after we left she had a massive stroke and died a few days later. I also told my husband my daughter was pregnant before she told us, at this stage she was only about 6 weeks and she was having no symptoms.

Living in a small town in asia where most people had never seen a foreigner in person before, and were fascinated by how I looked. Moved into a house which was very old and was falling asleep on my first night there when I felt a hand on top of my head very gently tip my head back. I was not scared at all, I had a strong feeling of gentle curiousity. I could eel each finger.

@Awalkintime

A long time ago during house renovations we started to remove the old bathroom suite and walls to re-plaster. Behind the toilet was a wall and behind that it was stuffed with newspaper dated 1995. We moved in in 1989.

No way! What was the news and was there any results of football or the horses to place a large bet?? 😜

When I was little we lived in a 300 year old rented farmhouse. One day, the local vicar turned up unannounced and told my Mum that my older brother had visited him at his vicarage and asked him to exorcise the farmhouse. Apparently my brother kept seeing a very old man in his bedroom and on the landing and it was terrifying him.

My poor Mum was stunned, she'd had no idea. What made it much worse was that the vicar admitted that the previous tenants of the farmhouse had also mentioned the ghost of the old man! They had asked him to drive out the ghost but the vicar said it wasn't something the CofE did really, and that it could easily 'go wrong'.

My brother moved in with our GPs until my parents could find another house to move into.

Not creepy but comforting!
The day after my mum died i took the kids to school which was right next to our house. As we opened the door there was a trail of feathers at the back door , down the drive and all the way up the school drive. It was so comforting as I’d told the children the night before that she would always be with you and you’ll see and feel her everywhere !

Slightly more creepy but when I was a teenager I was in bed and heard a noise by the door. I called out thinking it was mum to tell her I was home and safe but then saw a white shimmer by the door. The next minute it felt as if 2 hands were pressing down on my pillow and I felt my head fall back. I was terrified but also didn’t feel that it would hurt me . There was a definite feeling of a presence in the room. I told mum the next day and she hadn’t checked on me that night!

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!

I was working at a studio and had to lock up with my friend. Before we had finished tidying up, we went out into the hallway and all of the chairs were pulled out in the middle of the room and they had been lined up in a perfectly symmetrical line. We were the only ones in the building and just quickly moved them back under the tables and got ready to leave. We were used to strange things happening there, so just shrugged it off.

We had to leave through a side entrance to get out, which only had light switches down the stairs, so it was always pitch black when we locked up. When we were just about to lock the door, something pulled it open again with extreme force. I've never ran so much in my life and just have no explanation for how it all happened and what it actually was. Whatever pulled the door out of my friends hand was extremely strong because it was an old heavy door and it banged really loudly against the wall.

Still freaks me out when I think about it. Thankfully I don't go there any more.
Can't deal with things like that. What's worse is that my partner just said the chairs and door probably all moved because of a draft eye roll

When my cat, Oscar, was getting old, we bought a golden retriever puppy. Millie, the puppy, tried to make friends with Oscar, but each time she got close, Oscar would smack her face hard, so after a while, Millie got the message and they completely ignored each other. Eventually, Oscar got very old and thin and was obviously not well. I phoned the vet and he agreed to come to our house the following day to put Oscar to sleep. The next morning, my husband got up at his usual time and went into the kitchen. Millie was in her basket with her front paws wrapped around a sleeping Oscar....

My DH passed away 15 years ago. The night after the funeral I was trying to settle our DS, then aged 3 into bed. He kept saying “Night Night Daddy” and I repeated it. Then he looked at the wall and said “Daddy here”. I said “no darling Daddy isn’t here”. He said “yes he is” and pointed to the wall. I said “where is Daddy then?” Totally freaking out at this point. He pointed to the wall and said “Daddy gone wall. Bye bye Daddy”. I was utterly petrified. Ive never told DS (now 18) of this and as far as I am aware he has had no more bedtime visitations.

Many years ago, I had to walk over a school field to feed some animals, it was that time of the day between dusk and night, I had done it loads of times before without any issues, my friend and I set off across the field and about a quarter of a way across could see something in the gloom, it looked like a very tall man in a top hat sitting on the ground. Because of the light, we couldn't quite make it out, but it hadn't been there before and was a bit odd looking. The torches we carried didn't pick it up very well with their light. We decided to go back and get my dogs to walk across the field with us, they freaked out and were barking and snarling at whatever it was, I had never heard them behave like this before, so we went back again for reinforcements AKA my poor Dad and whatever it was had disappeared and the dogs were now fine, back to their normal chilled out waggy selves. Very odd.

I also had some weird stuff happen in a holiday let a few years ago, not really scary, more annoying than anything.

Some of these

I remember living in a terraced house during my second year of university. I lived there with 2 of my friends who were both in new relationships and therefore, not at the house very often. I hated the house - and I mean hated
It felt ‘off’, evil even. I felt like something wanted me out, at any cost. Toilets would flush randomly, doors would slam, you would hear and feel something chasing you down the stairs, the TV launched itself off the table one night, things would go missing and suddenly reappear - my car keys were suddenly one night thrown at me from across the room out of nowhere. The stairs, lounge and upstairs rooms, except my room to an extent were unbearable.
I remember coming home from uni one day, it was winter and dark. I unlocked the door and immediately, went cold and shaky. I rushed in, grabbed a drink and I remember vividly thinking “I mustn’t look round, I mustn’t look round” and I legged it upstairs with some food, locked my door, pushed a chair against the handle and lay in bed, crying. My then-BF came over to calm me down and I was so scared, I threw the door keys from my window to him rather than go down through the house to the door.
I was exceptionally relieved to leave that house even typing this out is bringing back that awful feeling!

My last job (I’m a vet nurse) had a friendly ‘ghost’ (? Spirit?) - he died in hospital after a house fire (it was the sort of community where everyone knew the history) and he would spend a lot of time stomping round upstairs, back and forth, up and downstairs, in our prep room and theatre, occasionally banging cupboards and scaring cats (if we had a stray in our receptionist would sometimes let them roam when she was working late and they’d suddenly stop and arch their backs and spit, looking down the corridor between the consult rooms…) none of us ever felt threatened by him and always used to say hello and bye - a previous employee told us that she was a medium and that he just wanted to look after us all

Love these threads, thank you 😊

When I was primary school age, I used to dream of things before they happened. It sounds ridiculous, and I'm a very logical and rational person, not spiritual at all, so I've half convinced myself there's a rational explanation for all of them, I just don't know what the explanation is.

When I was about 10 I had a recurring dream about a boy my age. For months I would dream of this boy. I didn't know who he was, as far as I know, I'd never seen him before in my life. But he was my friend in my dream. Over the summer, I went to stay with my Nan. She didn't live in the town I lived in, but same county. One night we went to a travelling fair. I was on a ride, when I saw this boy in the crowd, watching the ride. He was real, not a ghost, but it totally freaked me out that it was the boy I'd been dreaming about. I tried to find him after I got off the ride, but couldn't.

In September I started year 6 (4th year it was called then) and walked into class to find this same boy. He'd moved into the street next to mine and started at my school in my class. We became friends, but I've never told him I'd dreamt about him before I met him.

It would be a cool story if I'd ended up marrying him or something. I didn't. We lost touch.

A girl I went to college with told me this:
She was at a holiday park with her parents when she was younger (something like Butlins) and they were watching the evening entertainment.

On the table next to hers were two ladies. My friend was messing around with a bouncy ball (this would have been early eighties) and it rolled underneath the next table. A round of rolling the ball back and forth ensued with one of the women, the tallest one, who was enjoying playing and making faces at my friend. The other lady sat stoney faced watching the entertainment.

My friend's mum registered what was happening and slowly realised she needed to leave immediately with her daughter.

During the nineties, a development happened with the Moors Murderers and they were featured a lot in the papers. My friend recognised the face of Moira Hindley as the woman she had been playing with all those years ago.

She asked her mum about it and her mum admitted that it was. Her mum didn't realise at first but slowly put 2 and 2 together, both ladies weren't chatting to each other, both drinking water, the shorter lady was wearing a strange kind of uniform. It was only when she saw the taller lady's face that the penny dropped. She put my friend to bed and the husband went straight to the management to complain.

It turns out that it was indeed Moira Hindley and that she was having a 'day release' experience as a reward for good behaviour and the lady with her was her prison officer. My friend's family left the next day and were offered a free holiday for being 'discreet', which I never found out if they took or not.

Creepy af.

My dad died in 2015, my grandad was on his deathbed in July 2017, the day before he passed he kept reaching his arm up as though there was someone there. He's not spoken in days, no food no drink, out of the blue at 10pm that night he said out loud "I'll be ready in a minute, Paul" that was my dads name. He died at 6am the following morning. This is so common. I've had the privilege of comforting many people in their final days, hours and seconds. And so so often we see the resident reaching out and/or speaking to someone. I fully believe a loved one comes for you to collect you and guide you to death/whatever comes afterwards.

When I was 19, me and my boyfriend had been out on a Saturday night, and I stayed at his house (he lived with his parents). We got in about 2am, did the deed and went to sleep. Next day around lunchtime, we got up and we caught the bus to my house where I lived with my single mum, my mum always made a big Sunday roast and my brother and his wife would come over. As we turned down my street we could see my brother banging on my mums door, it would never be locked at that time of day, and my stomach immediately sank. I just knew the worst had happened. He bust the door down, and my SIL (a nurse) ran upstairs and found my mum had passed away in bed in the night.
I missed my next period and found out I was pregnant. I knew instantly I would have a girl. The only time she could have been conceived was the night my mum died. The saying "one in, one out" was very true for me.

By no means the creepiest thing, but today on my way home in the car I was singing aloud a personal composition about some life events, as the lyrics occurred to me and tune developed itself. I usually only do this with DH next to me and sometimes he will supply the next line. Today a particular rhyme and lyric escaped me for a minute or so then I happily sang it. Immediately after came a snort from the passenger seat. The kind someone gives when you have involuntarily made them laugh say at interview, when they did not mean to laugh. But I was on my own in the car today.

@Cottonheadedninymuggins

Not me but my dad.

My uncle was the apple of my gran's eye (in a nice way - they had 9 kids in total and she was devoted to all) as he was supposed to be the baby and was for roughly 6 years until my dad, the surprise baby, was born 4 months before the end of the WW2.

They grew up thick as thieves and were as close as close can be as boys. Uncle sadly died when dad was late 20's and uncle was early 30's and dad is adamant that he came to visit him a few nights after.

He felt a pressure on the edge of the bed like someone had sat down and he opened his eyes and swears there was my uncle telling him it's alright, he's at peace now (uncle had gone to Aden as a very young soldier and seen things no one ever should and developed a drink problem off the back of it but remained a lovely man) and that he could 'let him go'. Dad chatted with him for a short while and then he disappeared. He was adamant that he wasn't asleep and it wasn't a dream and that he'd really come to see him..

@Cottonheadedninymuggins I've had something like this happen to me a couple of times after my mum died.

It was so lovely to be chatting to her but I'd be absolutely devastated that it was over. It onl happened maybe twice in the year or so after she died. But was so real.im convinced it was. X

Our house is over 100 years old. I’ve heard odd unexplained things but nothing as weird as this. Christmas Night just gone. My then 13th month old daughter had been struggling to sleep for weeks, waking at all times etc etc. My husband went off up to bed before me while I squeezed out every last minute of the day eating Quality St and cuddling the dog downstairs.
I eventually walked up the stairs. My daughters room is on the right hand side at the top of the stairs and is the first room you come to as you walk up. As I walk up, I can hear my husband in her room using his signature rhythmic ‘shh shh shhhh’ technique over and over to try and soothe her back to sleep. I immediately felt awful because she’d obviously woken and he’d gone in to her while I was relaxing downstairs. So I tiptoed past her room so as not to disturb his good work and crept in to our room….only to find my husband asleep in bed.
I have no idea who I heard shushing my daughter back to sleep but it was clear and unmistakable.
The next day, just incase it was some well meaning spirit of a family member (both our Dads died a few years ago and never met our children) I went in to her room and said a firm but kind ‘thank you but absolutely never again please’ and have never heard it since. Still freaks me out.
I hadn’t been drinking btw because I was still breast feeding at that point.

Man seated next to me on the tube casually put his arm round me, pretending he was just putting across the top of the seat - he refused to move it and just pretended I was overreacting, so I just had to move as far from him as I could and got off the train early