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 watched 2 men on the tube who were clearly planning to video a up a woman's skirt, one was readying his phone and getting into position, the other was standing guard to protect him -gave me shivers, so I got out my phone and started videoing the 2 of them, which stopped them in their tracks.

@Bertiebiscuit Ugh, what is wrong with people?! Welldone to you 👏🏻

I know, sick isn't it. 100 %men though. Refuse to respect women

@Jevarakh Just reading your amazing story. The thing I found most fascinating was how you described the feeling of the sword going through your body. My Dad passed away in 2014. It was very peaceful and my Mum and I were lay either side of him as he took his last breath. After that last breath I felt the weirdest sensation that I’ve never been able to accurately describe until I read your post. That was exactly how it felt. I’ve always attributed it to his spirit leaving his body. After he died, my mum said ‘I felt him go’ and I knew instantly that she had experienced the same thing. Thank you for being able to put it in to words when I could not.

@LouH1981, that poster has already admitted it was fiction.

Please read the full thread.

[quote Gingernaut]@LouH1981, that poster has already admitted it was fiction.

Please read the full thread.[/quote]
Doesn't matter though does it? It just put into words what they experienced.

Our family house is 400 years old. The fireplace on the first floor is so heavy and ancient it’s bowed the floor completely, the stairs are carpeted now but they are an old narrow stone spiral like you get in old castles, etc. The weirdness never ceases. The shadow people are so prolific we may as well start charging them rent, looking through doors, passing on the stairs…the fireplace I mentioned before has an odd feel to it too, like someone is trying to get your attention there (I often make small talk when doing the ashes now ) and whenever there’s an argument or emotionally charged event something will spring a leak (although the pipes have been repaired to the max so many times now - the most massive was when my Dsis went to pack after a row and the kitchen ceiling split and water just poured everywhere). Upstairs features at least one ‘whisperer’ which makes guests uncomfortable and one person who is the least woo human I know visited and we were woken up by a scream as he said something pushed down the stairs when he got up for some water (he was fine, thank god). It doesn’t feel ‘bad’ as such, more like we just share with a lot of other people.

I guess it’s worth noting that although we’re ok with it, guests don’t tend to return (especially stairs man!) it’s like whatever is there has agreed we can live there as a family but it doesn’t like people leaving or arguing and it doesn’t like ‘outsiders’

@longtompot Exactly this.

My husband passed away a few days after a shock cancer diagnosis - on a ventilator at the end and sedated so we couldn’t communicate. That night I was on the bed weeping and tearing myself apart about the things that were left unsaid. Suddenly I felt movement at the edge of the bed - the mattress depressing as though someone was sitting down. I could feel a presence in the room and a kind of calm came over me. A few minutes later I felt movement again, just like someone standing up from the bed, and the presence was gone. It wasn’t a dream, I was awake and sitting up the whole time. I still believe it was my husband coming to me one last time to comfort me in my grief.

My eldest says she sees black shadows around our landing. The other day, our new kitten was annoying her in bed, so she took him downstairs at about 6am. She says as she walked to the hallway, she saw a wide black shadow on the top of the stairs which whispered her name loudly about 2 times. She said as she walked around to see clearly, the blackness disappeared.

Not the first time she’s seen it, since she was 4/5 she used to tell me that the bathroom door would open by itself in the middle of the night. And she’s seen black shadows run past her in the living room or flit across the room under the sofa. She casually tells us when she sees one.

I even got her eyes tested, and she just has slight short sightedness.

Whatever it is, it’s not harming us, although our kitten sits in the downstairs hallway like he’s keeping an eye on something in the middle of the night.

@Jevarakh

About ten years ago I was doing some contract work in a new suite of offices in Chester. Chester was founded, as you may know, as a Roman fort. It was one of the largest Roman fortresses and civilian settlements in the country. There are important pieces of Roman architecture in and around the city such as the Minerva shrine in Edgar’s Field park and the Amphitheatre just outside the walls. You can see an original Roman hypocaust in the basement of Spud-U-Like on Bridge Street. Roman remains can still, to this day, be found in Chester, particularly in the basements of buildings. This has some bearing on what happened, because the offices where I was working was more or less certainly built on top of some of those Roman remains - it’s pretty hard to avoid them, in Chester.

One night a week or so ago, I decided to stay late to finish some work. I was alone in the big open-plan office, on the fifth floor, with nothing but orange-tinted darkness to be seen outside the windows. In the middle of the room was a double row of metal filing cabinets, about 4 feet tall. I was working at a terminal at the other end of the room, on a desk up against the wall so my back was to the room and the windows and filing cabinets were some way off to my left.

I got quite into my work and oblivious of my surroundings, as you do, but at about half 7, a sudden sound made me jump out of my skin. It came from the direction of the filing cabinets. A sharp metallic clang, repeated three times in quick succession, as though someone had struck the cabinets with something metallic. This startled me, but it only happened once so I put it down to 'building sound' and set to work again.

About ten minutes later the sound came again. Bang-bang-bang! Then again - louder and more insistent. BANG BANG BANG! I literally felt my blood run cold, as no way could this sound be attributed to any settling or shifting building noise. These cabinets were only 4 foot high so if there was someone there I'd have been able to see them... unless they were a midget or a child... or were bending down in order to stay out of sight...

The sound came again. BANG BANG! And again, and again, regular now like a drum-beat. I hurriedly shut down the terminal I was working on and got ready to leg it - no way was I going to investigate - when the sound abruptly ceased.

Then, in the sudden silence, a figure rose up from behind the front row of filing cabinets.

At this point I felt the most scared I had ever been in my entire life. I literally could not move.

This figure appeared to be the outline of a man - totally black, like a shadow come to life. I could only see the torso, head and shoulders as it was behind the filing cabinets, but as I watched it walked forwards THROUGH THE CABINETS and marched down the office towards me.

I couldn't even scream as the spectre drew nearer. It was very definitely the outline of a man, with striding legs, swinging arms and an odd-shaped head - it looked like it was wearing a helmet. In one arm the figure appeared to be carrying something long and pointed, almost a metre in length and about two inches wide. And as it came nearer to I, I noticed the weirdest thing of all about the apparition. I noticed that it wasn't solid at all.

It was composed of tiny black spheres about the size of a marble, arranged in the three-dimensional shape of a man.

I remember seeing the hand of this shape, the fingers opening and closing as it marched closer and closer, the fingers made of individual black marbles...

It was coming straight for me but I still couldn’t move. And, as it passed by me, it paused - AND TURNED TO LOOK STRAIGHT AT ME with its featureless ‘face’ of tiny black spheres. As though it had just noticed me. And then it thrust the object in its hand straight into my stomach.

I looked down to see the sword, or blade, or whatever it was, made up of little black marbles, slide into my body just above my belly-button. It didn’t hurt. It was a strange, satisfying, almost euphoric feeling, like you get when you sink into a hot bath, or scratch an itch. It spread out from my guts over my whole body, a tingling wave of almost unbearable, tickling torment. Then there was this intense, rushing feeling, as if I was falling from a great height, and then I must have fainted.

I came to some time later, clutching something in my right hand. Looking at my watch, I saw that hours had passed, it was now 10 pm. Remembering the shadow figure I leapt up, my left hand probing my stomach. There was no blood, no wound, nothing. No indication that anything had happened. And then came the most terrifying thing of all. A deep, resonant voice spoke, quite distinctly, into my left ear from over my shoulder. It said, ‘Quis est? Amicus vel hostis?’

I can’t recall clearly exactly what happened in the moments after I heard this challenge. I only recall flashes of memory; screaming and running, bashing through doors and clattering down stairs. I eventually came to my senses in the lobby, panting and sweating, glaring around in confused, terrified panic. Two security guards were approaching me making calming gestures and saying, ‘put the weapon down, sir.’ I glanced for the first time at the object I’d picked up from the office floor before I’d fled the office. It was (I found out later when describing it to a local historian) a gladius; a Roman sword - the primary weapon of a Roman footsoldier. Even as I stared at it, the blade transformed into a multitude of black spheres and a jolt like an electric shock ran from the handle of the weapon through my hand and up my arm. I let it go and it fell to the floor, the black spheres rolling in all directions before vanishing completely.

The security guards say they saw none of this, and that I took the sword with me when I left, but I swear it’s true. In any case, there is no trace of the sword anywhere in my hotel room, or the office, after the security guards searched for it. I bet though, if you look in the basement of the office block, you’ll find an ancient Roman relic, that of a gladius.

I refused to go back to the office, in fact refused point blank to even go back into the building, and lost the contract.

Sounds like a CreepyPasta or similar!

@MrsColon, I suffer from floaters and they are not at all like orbs!

@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 LouH1981]@longtompot Exactly this.[/quote]
That reminds me of something recalled in the book by Fynn, called Mr God This Is Anna. Anna was a child who was found in the east end a few years before WW2, and lovingly cared for by Fynn's mum. A remarkable read, but the reason I'm quoting from it is because when Anna was about seven, I think, she fell onto some railings while trying to rescue a kitten that had got stuck up a tree, and her internal injuries were so severe she died from them some time afterwards. Just before she died she gasped and said to Fynn 'Fynn, it's just like turning inside out'.

@butterpuffed your story is charming.

When departed Bengal boy was a year or so dh and I were having Sunday morning tea in bed and reading. Bengal was asleep on my lap in the happy cat croissant position when he flew off my lap and landed 3ft or so away on the floor and stayed asleep until after he landed.

He flew horizontally then dropped gently onto my dressing gown on the floor.

I’m always glad dh saw it too.

@thegreywoman Wow, that’s really interesting, thank you! Inside out is a good analogy.
I’ve just never been able to describe exactly how it felt. It was completely unexpected too so I don’t think it was my mind playing tricks on me. Especially as my mum reported the exact same thing.

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. 🤔🤔

[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 that's really interesting. Thank you for replying.

I suppose it gives credence to the mind being able to "imagine" for want if a better world, all sorts of things. Real or not real - who knows - all valid as reality can just be what one experiences it as (deep).

I've had instances of sleep paralysis - I'm so glad I found out what it was as it used to terrify me - and had a being lifted up feeling many times. Not the same as levitation as it felt like something black was lifting me.

@longtompot and @LouH1981 Fiction. Fiction. Fiction.

It did not happen. There was no feeling. It's a story.

I woke up in the middle of the night from a nighmare where my uncle was chasing me with a very large black dog. I hadnt seen or even thought about this uncle for well over 30 years. Later that day my cousin telephoned me to say that my Uncle had died in the night and she had to go and collect his black labradour dog as there was nobody else to look after it.

@Gingernaut Ok. All I’m saying is that the way the feeling was described in the story was better articulated than I have been able to describe something that did happen to me in real life.
Does that help?

When I became pregnant with my dd, who was my first dc, I was told her due date was on the anniversary of my dm’s death. I know it was just a coincidence, but my dm died the year before I met dh, and several years before dd arrived, so she never got to meet any of my family. It was strangely comforting and a bit spooky, even though dd didn’t actually turn up on that date in the end. My Dad who is very unwoo looked a bit shaken when I told him the date she was due. I can remember him going a bit pale and saying “What are the chances of that?”

About a week after our lovely 18 year-old boy cat had to be pts at the vet’s due to kidney disease, I was settling down for the evening at home and had just let out his longtime mate, our little terrier, through the sliding patio door into the back garden, presumably for a wee.

I sat back down, side on to the sliding door and just a couple of minutes later saw, out of the corner of my eye, the dog standing wanting to come back in. Opened the door and he dashed past my legs towards the kitchen. Sat back down again and around five minutes later, there was the dog still outside, barking to be let in!

Really hope what I saw and let in was old boy cat coming home. DH and I also saw him separately in daytime through the frosted glass of our inner front door, sitting in our porch near his, by then, locked cat flap. Both of us opened the door just in case a random cat had managed to get in, nothing there.

Was quite sad but sort of comforting and nothing else happened after that.