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?

@crochetmonkey74

I’ve told the story on mumsnet before but to this day I’ve never actually told anyone in real life. It sounds so completely ridiculous. I was suffering from post natal depression and the time and I was not sure if was having some sort of distortion of reality but having checked some of the details I have come to the conclusion that this did somehow happen to me. I left the house with my baby ds2 in the pram to collect ds1 from preschool. It felt unusually warm given it was February. I had to take my coat off after a few minutes and I remember thinking how odd, it actually feels like summer in the middle of February.

As I was walking I remember seeing there was a different sign on the doctors surgery except instead of it being new it was quite old and shabby and I wondered why they would have replaced it with an old one. I didn’t give it too much thought and carried on. A bit further down the road is a Co-op and I was going to pop in to get something on the way except when I got there it wasn’t a coop, it was a pub. I was so confused, it had been a coop that morning, completely as usual so I was absolutely stumped at how it was now a pub. I looked in and it was a proper pub with a bar, people in it etc. I was just wtf about how this coop had turned into a pub in the last 6 hours.

I carried on walking up the road to the preschool but as I got closer I realised I couldn’t see the building. I started to panic a bit and started running towards where it should be. When I got there, it was literally just an empty bit of green field behind a fence. I just stood there staring at it thinking what the actual fuck is happening and where is it. And then it sort of dawned on me. I had not paid a huge amount of attention to this but when I’d been looking at the new pub there had been a blackboard sign outside it saying something about watching the 2004 some sort of football cup final and I realised that somehow I was in 2004. Looking around, I could see most things were the same but some things were slightly different, small things like a house was painted a different colour, a tree where there hadn’t been one before, all the cars parked nearby looked a little older.

I was hyperventilating by this point thinking what on earth do I do? Im supposed to be picking up ds1. If it’s 2004 he’s not even born yet; I’ve not even met my husband yet and I’m stuck here with my baby wtf am I going to do?? I sort of slumped down next to the fence to catch my breath. I looked up as someone walked past and something about them made me feel like I was in the present day and I realised they were texting on an iPhone and thought well it can’t be 2004 can it? I stood up and the preschool was right there, everything looked normal again so I just went in, collected my son and went back home.

As I said I was suffering from pnd and I was worried if I mentioned this incident to anyone I’d have looked completely mad so I never told anyone. It was a couple of years ago now. I asked at the doctors surgery if they used to have a white sign with blue letters and they did. I looked into it and the coop did used to be a pub and I’ve found old photos of it and it looks identical to what I saw. I didn’t even know it used to be a pub so I do now actually think I did have some sort of time slip and that I didn’t imagine it. But I’m still not telling anyone in real life!!

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OMG, that's an amazing story. Thanks for telling us this! This is like an episode of Doctor Who. How fascinating! 😃

Ooh, I'm in Suffolk- off to Google now!

Someone mentioned earlier about thinking of someone and then bumping into them. I have noticed something else:
I can be in a busy public area and spot someone I haven't seen in ages and prepare to wave or chat. Then I realise it wasn't them afterall, but an almost complete doppelganger.. I start to think more about my original acquaintance and how they may be.. and very often soon afterwards or later that day I do bump into them!

I'm not sure this is as spooky as some of the tales on here, but here's one of mine.

Hubby and I often drive from our home city to visit family in my old hometown. Almost always we travel home in the dark down A-roads through the countryside. We now know all the landmarks, farmhouses, etc., on the route as we've driven it so often over the last almost 20 years.
One evening, not too late, about 8pm, we were driving home as usual. The weather was ok, a little foggy but nothing too bad, and all of a sudden, out of the mist I see an Elizabethian manor house to the side of the road. It was quite large with fancy chimneys and dark beams, little windows etc. I was surprised as I'd never noticed it before and at that point, we'd been making the trip regularly over the course of a few years. After we'd passed by, and I could no longer see it, my husband asked 'Did you see that?' I asked him what and he replied, the manor house. I said yes! I've never noticed it before, he said the same and we pondered on it for the rest of the journey home.
The next time we went up, we kept an eye out for it in the daylight - nothing. Not even a building or anything where we saw it. We looked again on the way home in the dark, reasoning that it may well have been a trick of the light or something but again - nothing.
We have often looked for that manor house on our journeys up and down that road, and never again has it appeared. We still wonder about it now.
I have never felt at ease on that particular part of the route...

I've got a story. It's not particularly exciting, but it's one that I've never been able to come up with an explanation for.

About a decade ago, when DS was 4, I bought a couple of tops from an online sale. When they arrived, I was quite happy - they were exactly as I'd ordered. One red top with an appliqué of a space rocket, and a blue one with an appliqué of a football and a goal net.

I washed both through, hung them to dry, then folded them and laid them on the bed in the spare room.
DH was working away at the time, but was due home a couple of days later - and we agreed to go out for a meal that evening.

I'd showered DS in the afternoon, then went to the spare room to get his new blue top.
It wasn't there.
I genuinely don't understand this, but there were two identical red tops on the bed - both with the space rockets on them. The blue football one wasn't there.

I have absolutely no explanation for this. Nobody else was in the house, other than DS and my baby daughter.
We've had 3 house moves since then, and the blue top has never turned up.

I'm definitely not a 'woo' person, and I generally try to find a scientific explanation for these weird goings on. But I've never been able to understand this.

That's amazing! It's reminded me of my other one - I'd gone to an event in London with a friend and taken my very first digital camera with me (this was in the late 90s when they were a very new thing). Hafway through the day I realised I'd lost it. I was gutted. We retraced our steps, went back to every stall we'd visited, but there was no sign of it. At the end of the day we went back to our hotel room, to which I had the only key, and my camera was sitting in the middle of my bed, with the photos from that morning on it.

Have a look at old maps to see if it existed!

@JestersTear - did your sighting of the Elizabethan manor house happen in Norfolk, by any chance? It sounds remarkably similar to this experience:

www.edp24.co.uk/news/20629159.weird-norfolk-ghost-house-acle-straight/

Believe me, I have searched all over for it. Nothing that I can find at all.

When I was a child,I used to live with my grandad

im told his mother was very woo,but he wasn’t-in fact he couldn’t have been less woo if he tried

anyway,when she passed,he inherited a picture-it was painted on the wrong side of the canvas,was in a cheap white frame-and it was a picture of wild horses running away from a wild fire

lovely enough picture but nothing that special to look at unless you really liked horses running and fires

all the way through my childhood,it would sit on the wall,minding its own business and every so often it would just lift up and fall down onto the sofa

my grandad would smile softly and say ‘someone’s dead-it’s a sign’ and within a few hours,we’d get the call to tell us that someone had indeed died-from a random neighbour to a pet (it landed with a thump when my childhood dog had to be put down)

oddly,nobody was ever sat on the sofa when it fell-and the nail that was holding to the wall,never fell out,nor was the string on the back broken-I swear it just lifted up and fell on its own-we never saw it fall either-we’d always be in another room or just not paying attention to it-we’d hear the thump as it hit the sofa

this was normal to me as a child-i remember wondering who we’d get the call about was every time

I lost the picture when grandad was put in a home and my aunt came and put everything we owned into a skip when I was 13

No, not Norfolk, but Yorkshire.

But you're right, it DOES sound very similar! I'm not sure if that makes me feel better about it or not lol

"At the end of the day we went back to our hotel room, to which I had the only key, and my camera was sitting in the middle of my bed, with the photos from that morning on it."

@spiderlight
Woooaaaahh!!!!

Another dimension?? So cool.

This is a bit tongue in cheek…
My dad died at the end of the summer; I now keep his ring on my bedside table — mainly because I don’t quite know what else to do with it…
The other night, DH & I were in bed and getting a bit, erm, amorous — when suddenly there was a clunk and we realised the ring had fallen onto the floor. Now, we hadn’t actually done anything at that point, so it’s not as though we’d got a bit too overexcited and knocked the bedside table or anything…
At the time, I said jokingly to DH, ‘Gawd, maybe that’s mg Dad trying to tell us something’ — but after reading this thread, I’m thinking maybe it really was my Dad — in which case… Well, I don’t want to think about it too much really!

Lots of unexplainable things have happened to me.

I was raised by my Grandparents. They bought their house in the 70s after the priest who owned it died and his family sold it.

My Grandad would empty his pockets before getting changed and put the coins on the windowsill above there bed, it was the attic room so sloped roof/window if that makes sense, he'd often get out of the en suite shower and go back into the room to the coins pinging off the windowsill and hitting him.

I'd see a lady in a beautiful white lace old fashioned nighty most nights, she'd sit on the end of my bed and I'd feel the bed go down and she'd sit smiling at me until I fell asleep. From about age 4-9 I remember this, the priest had a maid who lost 3 children and hung herself in our bathroom. I didn't know this story until much older, I remember telling Grandparents about the lady and they'd reply "that's nice love" and brush over it. She was obviously a kind lady as I had a lovely warm feeling from her.

We had photos fly off the wall and land in the opposite direction to how we saw them go, my Nan would be tapped on the shoulder quite often.

All of their kids and grandchildren experienced something at one point or another.

When I was 21 and married, I moved out and my Grandad had passed away the year before. My Nan was in the middle of selling the house as it was big and down a country lane and she wasn't getting any younger/had some health problems and wanted a smaller house with nearby neighbours.

She called me about 2am one night, sobbing and asking for me to go and get her, I could barely get the words out of her but I managed to confirm with her that she didn't need police or ambulance. My Husband and I set off on the 15 minute journey to the house and I opened the front door with my key. It was a big barn door with top and bottom opening separate, the bedrooms and office were at the front of the house and living room and kitchen/dining room at the back.

I opened the top half of the door and there was printer paper everywhere, like it had been thrown up in the air.

My Husband and I walked over it and down to the living room to find my Nan sobbing on the sofa in her pjs with the 2 dogs looking petrified. She said that she was watching TV, she had insomnia and always stayed up late, and she heard very loud continuous banging in the hallway so loud and for so long that she was frozen to the spot. She wouldn't walk through the hallway so we walked out of the back doors, down the side of the house and out of the gate into the car whilst my Husband got her some toiletries, bagged up some dog food and locked up.

She never went back, she stayed with me until an annexe was built on my Aunts 18 months later.

Warning…this is not woo but I cannot explain it! Someone has mentioned it up thread and I really want it solved!

Parent’s home is very remote. Not near roads, neighbours, anything.

For a year now - never before - an almighty hum.

Same as another poster has mentioned, a low “hmmmmmm - hm - hmmmmmmmm”, like a distant truck, then immediately again same pattern, often for hours. Once SO loud I could not think. I can only hear it in my left ear - but been checked out, no issues or tinnitus. If I cover my ear I can barely block it out, sometimes an ear bud thing does block it out. Sometimes in the middle of the night, often loudest in only
one room of the house (seemingly none others at the same time), often in faraway spots down country lanes but in one spot only and then it will disappear a few yards further away. They do have wind farms maybe 5 miles away but this happens on completely still days too, when they’re turned off / still. Not everyone hears it - lots of children do, but one in her 90s has, whereas others never do when I can hear it so loudly.

What is it, why has it appeared?

I can hear the hum too. Especially late at night. We live rurally. It's not road noise I can't explain it. My husband can't hear it

That hum you all hear has also been heard all over the world. It's never been satisfactorily explained.

The hum.

Many years ago I worked for an energy regulator. We had a large file of letters from people who were concerned that they could hear a low level hum They wanted to know if it was connected to the gas pipeline network.

If I remember correctly any connection between the hum and the pipelines was denied. This was a long time ago though, so there may have been research since connecting the two.

Great thread but I shouldn’t be reading this at night in the dark!

The house isn’t on any gas mains… it really drives me mad! It’s the most disruptive noise and worse as seems to be no obvious source. Nothing like it before here, then suddenly it won’t leave

Currently laid in bed listening to 'the hum' right now.

Many years ago I used to hear a low humming noise. I searched and searched for answers. I couldn't hear it all the time. I did find a forum of people who described the same experience all over the place, so it wasn't just me or my home town. I think a conclusion was reached - or at least an explanation. It's probably 20 years ago now and I can't remember the outcome but if I recall, I think it was something to do with electricity pylons. I wish I could remember the details and maybe a more scientific explanation has been found since then!

I'm finding these time slip stories like the manor house utterly bewildering. Very very scary.

@Squiff70 I'm finding these time slip stories like the manor house utterly bewildering. Very very scary.

Weirdly we weren't scared by it at all, just confused. We drove past, saw it, talked about it and that was it. We're confused and perplexed more than anything (it's still a topic of conversation all these years later).
Now, if it had been one of those experiences you hear about where people actually go IN to places that were in a different time, like some mentioned in this thread, then I'd probably never leave the house again!

I do often wonder what the people on the other side of the time slips think.
"Had an odd experience, this man walked in wearing really futuristic clothing and asked me for something he called a smartphone " You know? I do wonder if it freaks them out too.