To ask if anything genuinely unexplainable and spooky has happened to you?

[crochetmonkey74]

I'll start. As a young teenager I wrote to a celebrity and received a signed photo with my name and a personalised specific message on. It was on my bedroom wall for years I went to uni and left it behind. While I was at uni, my mum remarried and moved house. I was not involved in the packing and moving . My things all went into boxes into the loft of the new house.
Fast forward to about 3 years ago (27 years after the house was packed up) I am unloading my laundry basket (recent purchase from dunelm) there's a cardboard stiffener at the bottom that comes away and under there is my photo. Not a photo, but the exact one. I was so baffled and a bit scared I actually cried. In the 27 years I have lived in 7 different homes, all small so I have regularly had to streamline my things. I know what I own. There was literally no way it could have been there. I'd never stored anything in the laundry basket other than laundry. It genuinely still baffles me. Anyone else had a similar experience?

Name changed for this as very outing due to the number of people ive told this story to.

DH was an identical twin. His twin, X, died when they were 17.

One night, 14 or so years later, when DS was about 2, I woke in the wee hours to hear him talking away in his bedroom. The talking went on for some time with natural pauses between chats. I got up and went into his room to see if I could settle him back down.

I asked him in a jovial manner "Who are you talking to?" He replied "X!" like it was the most obvious thing ever and pointed to the corner of his room. For all the world like I was being daft and pretending not to see X.

DH has always found it difficult to talk about his twin and we had no photos up or had ever mentioned him in DS's presence. DS had never been with DH's family without us so couldn't have heard about him from them.

DS is grown up now and has no recollection of this at all. And I am the least "woo" person ever. But we all said, if there was anyone X would ever come back for, it would be his twin brother's child.

Only thing for me is a couple of months ago I was walking home from work when I suddenly got a really sad feeling that I should call my mum, and kind of guilty that I don't see her more (I live on the other side of the country). Although it's been the case for a long time, I never really felt bad about it so strongly. Later that day she contacted me to say she had had a surgery that day but didn't tell me about it as didn't want to worry me. It wasn't a major operation but required general anaesthetic and she would have been put under at the time I was walking home. I'm a skeptic about these things but it does strike me as a big coincidence.

Went to the states to have a holiday with a fling I'd met months before. Wore a Saint Christopher pendant on a necklace whenever I flew, which was a present from my ex.

After the holiday (which confirmed the fling would remain a fling) I was packing and couldn't find this necklace anywhere. I felt very funny flying without it and the guy I was with drove me to a religious shop to get some sort of replacement for the journey.

Arrived back in London after 12 hour flight, pulled out my TravelCard, and out fell the original necklace. I had literally turned my bag inside out as part of the search, including checking for any potential holes the necklace could have fallen in or anything like that and there were absolutely none (j also never recall putting it loose in my bag like that). So odd.

Years ago my sister and I both received quite sickening, perverted messages clearly from someone who knew us. Although quite close, we lived quite far from each other and had almost no mutual friends. The only people (about 3!) who we knew had both our numbers were 1000000% not responsible.

We never did get to the bottom of it

I was invited to a friend's birthday party when I was about 8 years old. It was the 80s and the family had those flying ducks on the kitchen wall. During the party, the middle duck suddenly fell off the wall and smashed. I got this feeling of absolute dread and horror that my friend - the middle of three sisters - was going to die. I just knew with absolute certainty and couldn't understand why everyone else was carrying on as normal at the party. I ended up leaving the party because I was "feeling unwell" when the reality was that I was really upset about what i knew was going to happen. Two weeks later my friend was killed in a freak accident in the home.

This is so heartwarming! I'm so glad your mum sent your charm back to you 💖 she must be your guardian angel x

Oh, loving this thread - thank you out @crochetmonkey74

There's quite a few weird and spooky things that have happened to me, but one springs to mind immediately. Back in the late 1970s, when I was a kid, we were having our Council House modernised, as it was 40 years old... My aunties came to help him clear out loads of stuff, so we could move into another property for a month while they did it...

I had a lovely little bedroom cabinet that was from the mid 1950s that my nan used to own - and they took it away to a charity shop! I'd actually scratched into the side (with a school compass,) 'I love Donny' cos I used to love Donny Osmond.

Went to the charity shop but it had gone. This was 1976.

Just two years ago, in summer of 2021. I went to a charity shop about 30 miles away from where I live. In a big city. They had crappy old furniture, decent furniture, 'almost new' furniture etc, and what should I see? That very same tiny little cabinet with 'I love Donny' engraved into it on the side! £5!!! Obviously I bought it and I've still got it now in the spare bedroom. I was SO happy. 45 years later and I got it back.

Sorry. One and a half years ago, not 2!

I have one more. DH's best friend died a few years ago after a very short cancer battle. In the days afterwards when we were trying to absorb what had happened, I looked back through photos on my phone, remembering a fun afternoon we'd spent a few months before where I'd taken a few photos of DH and his friend larking around. From the main gallery on my phone, I had a thumbnail image of DH and his friend - the friend had his arm around DH and they were both pulling faces and making gestures at the camera. When I clicked to open the picture full size to fill the phone screen though, it was DH standing alone making the gesture. I went back and forward for ages between thumbnail and full size and it kept happening. His friend just disappeared from the photo. I even transferred the picture to the laptop and the same thing happened. I eventually showed DH who went pale and said "I can't deal with this". We've never mentioned it again.

You wrapped them up in the gift.

I’ve had a few spooky experiences. One of the first times I stayed with DP I had a dream that I was going for a shower. In the dream I walked into the bathroom but it looked different. There was a spiral staircase leading to a basement and I walked down to see what was there. As I walked I became aware of a woman sitting in a bath. She was smiling at me and I remember she had very kind eyes and an 80s hairstyle. It was so vivid that when I woke up I had to go in to check that there wasn’t really a secret spiral staircase leading from the bathroom! Later that day DP showed me some old family photo albums. He showed me a photo of his mother who had died in 1988 - it was the woman from my dream!

Chilling. What was the accident?

Wow! I'm not surprised you cried! That's truly an odd experience!

I've had a few unexplainable experiences myself...

When DD was little I was working and was called to go and collect her from nursery as she'd hurt herself and wouldn't calm down (scraped knee but she's a drama llama even now at almost 17!) so I was home before DH and I always left after he did each day as I did drop offs in the morning and he did end of the day usually(that's bits a bit relevant)

So anywho, I'd arrived home and went in with DD and noticed the bathroom door was closed- we used to always leave it open for the cat as that where his litter was- and the cat was sat in his usual place on the chair. Odd I thought but maybe I'd closed it by accident when I was leaving that morning. I went to open the door to find that it was locked (one of those twisty bathroom door locks that you can open from Outside using a knife) and I definitely couldn't have done that without noticing so I knocked but no answer. I was freaking out a bit but decided to suck it up and got a butter knife and opened the lock. When I went in, no one was in the bathroom (windowless internal room so no other way out than the way in!) but on the back of the toilet cistern was a perfectly clean rat scull! 😱 no one had a key other than me and DH and he was working in slough (we live in Liverpool) so no way he could have nipped home for a cheeky lunchtime prank... still unexplained to this day!

I've a few others but that one is probably the weirdest!

When I was around 14 years old, I had a vivid dream one night that I had a letter from my best friend at primary school who I hadn't seen or heard from for around three years. When I woke up, I did my usual routine of walking to the front door and picking up the post as I was always the first person up. To my amazement there was a letter there from said best friend. I couldn't believe my eyes!

@WibblyWobblyTimeyWimeyStuff that is just amazing!!!

@HUGHUGanALPACA - that's amazing! My friend had a similar experience. He'd gone to look for his brother's grave in a huge cemetery, about 20 years after he'd died. He wandered around for ages and couldn't find it; then a black cat came up to him, wound itself around his ankles mewing at him and trotted purposefully away. He followed it and it went straight to the right grave and sat on it.

A PP mentioned something about how some weird coincidences can make people feel as if they’re in a Truman Show or simulation situation…..

So on Sunday I was gearing up for a regular social gathering that I and my late DP both would routinely attend. I find these occasions bittersweet and this was only the second one since he passed. I was procrastinating and ruminating and distracting myself on my phone while getting ready.

So a memory came up on Facebook - it happened to be the anniversary of losing my beloved 22 year old cat, Cairo. I shared it and mentioned how he’d scoped out my DP when they met as if he was checking him out and he seemed to approve.

I then moved onto the Guardian and saw there was an interview with Patti Smith which I decided to read because she’s an iconic older woman - couldn’t call myself a fan exactly but respect her career and achievements.

Turns out she’d suffered some losses, and cites routine as a helpful coping mechanism which I’m nodding along with and telling myself I should follow her example……. And then I read that she also focuses on her cat….. an Abyssinian called Cairo who is 21…..😳 Now my Cairo was a typical shorthair but he was 22 when I lost him….

Reading the interview was very comforting but again, what are the odds? On a particularly difficult bittersweet day did the collective consciousness give me a little nudge? Is it quantum entanglement?

Im well aware I probably look for these things subconsciously but you know, I think if it helps, it helps and I’m grateful…..

Also, other coincidences…..

My DP died the day after I’d walked out on my previous marriage years before.

I had to pick his resting place on his birthday which was also Valentines Day.

I buried him on my late mothers birthday.

And I was the same age when I lost my DP as my Mum was when my Step Dad died…… they both died of cancer.

Yeah, sometimes it really feels as if you couldn’t make this shit up…..

I was at work a few years ago when I had a message from my dad to say my 94 year old gran had a fall (first time) at the care home where she lived over 500 miles away up in Scotland, but she was ok -no breaks or injuries etc. Though I was relieved she was ok could have been a lot worse etc it naturally really upset me. But As there were no injuries and she was so far away my plan was basically to call the care home later on see how she was etc. But because I was pretty upset and couldn’t focus I asked if I could take the rest of the day off so went home pretty much right away. Walked in through the door at home to hear a whirring sound upstairs, went up to find my hairdryer left on on my bed, bedsheets in the stream of the hot air all black/ charred/ scorching hot….basically about to set on fire! had I stayed at work and got home several hours later undoubtedly the duvet would’ve set alight and burnt the house down!!! Freaked me out soooo much I believe this was in a weird way my grandma protecting my house.! Also no idea how it was on maybe I’d been rushing in the morning and thrown it down and not heard it switch on or something I don’t know. The whole thing just so weird but so lucky-if you can call it luck!!!

Another one I remember as a teen me and my mates at one of their parents houses all sat watching “I know what you did last summer” on a tv that was on a bracket fixed up in the corner of the room. Couple of paperweights on top of the tv (yep before flatscreen this was the 90s) theyd been stored up there for ages. Mid film something smacked violently on the floor by me just skimming my leg- I went mad yelling at the lads “you’re not funny etc) as they were wind up merchants. Everyone looking at me blank we put the light on…one of the paperweights had flung across the room at me…looked on top of the tv to see a path in the dust where the paperweight had scraped off!!! So odd as this was a big heavy glass paperweight so I cant see this being down to static, it was a fair way across the room too so didn’t just drop off and it’d never moved like this before! Eeks!!

Also the phenomenon of thinking of someone you’ve not seen in years right before you run into them has happened to me so many times. There is defo more to the world than meets the eye.

The time slip stories are fascinating, I would panic if it happened to me though, can you imagine if you couldn't get back to the present? Being stuck in 2004 wouldn't be too bad but 1794? No thanks!

@bluebellstar * *I’m a complete sceptic, and am reading this thread just like I would a collection of short stories. But I just read your post, and am now feeling really uneasy ….

About three weeks ago I woke suddenly in the early hours, as I heard a knock at my front door. The glass always rattles slightly, so the knock is distinctive. There were three soft knocks. I did all the usual checks, nobody there.

My dc had friends staying over that night. I said the next morning about the knock, and that maybe I’d dreamt it. One of the friends said no, I heard a knock at the door, it was 2.30am, I looked at my phone. I had also looked at my phone on waking, it was 2.30am.

A few days ago a huge event happened in our lives that is going to have far reaching ramifications. It’s a very serious matter, which I’m still trying to process.

I’ve no idea what I think, but you asked people to let you know if they’d experienced something similar.

And now I appear to have killed the thread, which is slightly worrying ….

For many years I would be woken up around 3am by 3 knocks or 3 phone rings . I mentioned it to my GP who said it could be exploding head syndrome so I didn't worry about .
17 years ago I went shopping in a town 90 miles away , I'd only been there once before as a child
I was in a shop , just browsing
When the shop assistant came over and asked about the skirt I was wearing then she went back to the till .
I could see her staring at me so decided to leave as I felt uncomfortable, as I was leaving she approached me again and said " someones trying to reach you , you should answer the phone "
I told her that I had and I couldn't hear anything
She replied " then your not ready !"
She went back to customers and I left ,very spooked 🤣
The phone calls have stopped but I still get the knocks on the door

@Ellyfinsmum I absolutely believe you. I'm a huge skeptic, and to the best of my knowledge I haven't experienced anything like what you described. Two things spring to mind:

Recently I've been a bit hooked on a website called Ranker. It's a series of photos with a short description for each, on lots of different topics, and you can rate that pic (no account needed). For example, just yesterday I found myself on a Ranker page about so-called 'time travellers' whereby photos, mainly from the past, apparently showed something very unusual in that somebody captured within that photo appeared very out of place. For example, a photo taken in the 1940s appeared to show a man in a crowd and he was using what looked like a smart phone. You can 'vote' whether you find that photo interesting, creepy etc. Of course, photos can be edited using highly sophisticated technology to make the look genuine even when they're not, however people's experiences - like yours - cannot be edited like that (that we know of). That leads me onto my second point...

A few weeks ago I was browsing MN and reading a thread similar to this. One person described how she'd been travelling with a companion on a very familiar route by car and both of them saw an old/ancient stone bridge covered in moss. Neither of them recognised the bridge and had never noticed it before. When travelling on that same stretch of road a short time later, the bridge wasn't there.

As a PP said, humans are very ignorant to assume we know all there is to know. Clearly we don't, and whatever the true explanations, there's good reason we don't know.

Your experience sounds utterly terrifying and bewildering. I've had a few very strange experiences which I can't explain but nothing on the level you've described here.

I think I've told this on here before so it's not woo woo if anyone thinks they've read it already 😁
My pfb adored his granda, my ex FiL. He died very suddenly, while pfb was there, when pfb was 10.th
Anyway, as ds got older he really really wanted a tattoo. I said if he waited until he was 18, and went to a reputable clean shop, I would pay for his first one.
He decided on a memorial for his granda, designed it himself, and it included a Queen lyric quote.
A few days after his birthday we went to get it done. The shop had the local (as in just for the town) radio station playing with live football commentary of the home game just up the road. I even know the d j personally.
Just as the artist made the first pass on ds tattoo, Queen started playing on the radio, just cut across the footy. After about a minute, the footy came back on without a break.
DS and I both believe his granda was there that day.