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

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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?

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@IndigoSkye

When I was younger I went with my mum, who was a very devout Catholic, on a coach trip to a grotto in Co. Waterford to see what was called a Moving Statue of the Virgin Mary. I went to keep her company, thinking the whole thing ridiculous.

That night, when everyone was praying, I saw the statue move around the hillside. There is no way it was a trick of the light or anything else. It was moving. My mum saw nothing! I don't believe it was from God, mind you.

After my DH died the television and radio would suddenly switch themselves on at the time for the News.My DH never missed the News, no matter what.Also the light would come on in the room he liked to sit in, and the radiator would suddenly heat up.This carried on for a year afterwards, then stopped.I sort of knew his soul was settled then.

@Luckynumbereight what do you think it was?

So I just read this to DH and he said to me - I have a story......

When I was 9yrs old I was playing at my friends house. He had this watch and we were playing in his room. There was a tiny cavity in the wall of his room hidden away and I hid the watch inside it. I thought it would be funny - not sure why, I was 9yrs old. But then I completely forgot about it.

Fast forward several years later - and my friend starts telling people in school this 'ghost' story about how he'd lost his watch one day as a kid and his family had turned the house over looking for it.

Then one day they were redecorating and found this watch hidden in the wall and no one could explain how it got there so they said it was a ghost.

To which I said - OMG did you tell him it was you?

DH replied - nah he thought it was a cool ghost story, he's probably on some sort of Dadsnet now retelling it 😂😂

I absolutely refuse to believe in ghosts or anything paranormal but I still can’t explain why my little brother once woke up after he had been put to bed and saw an old man sitting beside his bed. When he ran down to the living room to tell my parents, my dad was on the phone to my nan and she was telling him my great uncle had just died.

My dad was listening to my brother telling my mum about the old man at the same time as he was in the phone to my nan. My parents never believed in ghosts either but even they thought it must have been more than a coincidence.

On a similar theme I remember my nan saying that her own mother, who was in her 90s and had become bed bound, would die very soon because when she’d seen her earlier that day her mother had mentioned that a lot of other long dead relatives had been to visit her. My nan said she had heard other people say it before they died. My great nan did die within a few days of that.

I didn’t really think anything of it but I recently saw a post on Facebook about peoples last words, and loads of people in the comments mentioned people seeing or talking to deceased relatives right before they died, it seems strange that it happens so often!

I have been through periods of dreaming about places and conversations before they happen. Never anything of significance though, just mundane stuff.

I find it hard reading about signs from loved ones that have passed as I have had no signs from any of my family who died and would relish some comfort.

Not supernatural but a huge coincidence.
A few years ago o ended up as an emergency patient in hospital ( that's important) so it wasn't a planned stay.
I got chatting to the lady in the next bed ,she was about 15 years older than me.and during our chat we discovered that we actually lived 3 doors away from each other 40 years previously ( I was a child at the time) she was the local policeman's wife.we chatted about people we both knew back then ( she knew my parents) I said I would look on my phone for a photo of my grandmother who she couldn't place ,but I was sure she would remember her when she saw her .
I found the photo i was looking for and just before I showed her it she commented that she used to play a particular musical instrument .i looked at her in shock because there in the photograph standing two feet away from me and my grandmother was her( with the instrument) and her 3 year old son.
the hospital stay was in 2016.
The photograph was from 1977.
What were the chances of us ending up next to each other In Hospital.
What was amazing is that she had never seen tho photograph before and was so delighted to see her little boy in it who by now had children of his own .

@IndigoSkye the same thing happened to me although it was just a page in a book which was really fascinating. I wasn’t reading it in bed so I’m sure I didn’t dream it but when I went to look for it again to show my mum it wasn’t there. I read through the whole book again and didn’t find it. My mum still has the book in her bookshelf and I sometimes have a look though to see if I can find it 25 years later 🤣

Not spooky but definitely unexplainable.

During the pandemic I worked from a co-working space a couple of days a week. One evening after working there all day went to the supermarket to buy some food. I paid with my Monzo card and went home. The next morning I couldn’t find my wallet anywhere. Searched all my bags etc and finally concluded I must have dropped it in the supermarket. Except later that day I received an email from the Receptionist at the co-working place informing me their cleaner found my wallet there containing my Monzo.

This was literally impossible as I knew 100% I used that card after leaving the co-working space. However the card was indeed there and I went to pick it up. Almost 3 years on and I’m still trying to work out how this happened!

My dad had a scary moment, he's a gas man and obviously fixes people's boilers.
One day he went to a house and the boiler was down in the basement. When he went down there he said it was a wonderful large space and the house itself wasn't that big but the owners seemed to be well off and into interior design so he was surprised they hadn't developed it down there.
So he was working away on the boiler and he said a young girl in a white dress with blonde almost white hair was watching him briefly in the doorway to the basement. He assumed it was one of their daughters as they mentioned they had 3. When he finished working he spoke to the lady and said one of your daughters snuck down and spied on me, the lady said "oh no that's not one our daughters, you saw her then did you?" Very eerie!

Someone I know told me a story about when her mum split with her dad. Her mum still had a key to the car, but the car stayed with her dad. Her dads new partner used to drive the car around. It was quite a distinctive car, and her mum used to see the car around, and use the key to move it down the road, or turn it around in the parking space etc. Were you the new partner?!

I had a few weird ones when I was selling insurance in a call centre - it wasn’t cold calling it was people who had given the ok to be called and it was in the days when advised selling was still allowed so an important part was rapport building - it was over 50s accident plans and as I can sound quite posh and was in my40s, I had some cracking conversations and was a good seller.

Anyway, dialler randomly put me onto a Scottish chap in a particular area of Scotland which I had visited a few times as it was where my ex MIL came from and an ex BIL still lived there and there were a few family holidays before I binned my ex off.

So I mentioned a few landmarks and the village in question and nice old chap and I were nattering away and I jokingly asked if he knew my ex MILs family… turns out his Auntie had been the girlfriend of my MILs younger brother who had been killed in the war. He said a few very specific things that tallied with what I’d been told. I was on the South coast, had been divorced for a few years and was quite 😳 by the end of the call…. I mean, what are the odds????

When I was a child I lived in a Victorian terrace in the basement flat. There were frequent occurrences of walking into a room and finding it filled with the scent of flowers which would then dissipate. My mother talked about waking in the night to discover bright lights hovering at the end of her bed which terrified her. I have read that these are called orbs.
There were many other happenings but the freakiest one was sitting watching TV with my mother, the TV was on a table by the door to the hall. I suddenly saw a shadow cross the bottom of the door which could only mean that someone had walked between the hall light and the door.
There was no one else in the house so I had a moment of terror thinking it was a burglar or something. A split second later, my mother grabbed the poker, hissed at me to be quiet with her finger on her lips and went and wrenched the door open ready to fend off an intruder. There was no one there of course. When we compared notes, the 'shadows' had crossed in different directions so walking from side to side of the hall. Gulp.

Well I have loads but here is one.

I lost my mobile phone. I went out in my car to pick my son from school, didn’t take it out of my car, go home and it was gone.I had not gone anywhere to lose it. I prayed and I just knew deep down not to panic as I was going to get it back.

At 6pm I had a call on my ipad from my husband saying ‘did you lose your phone? My sister has it’.

This is how the story got relayed to me:
A bloke had found my phone on the side of a road two streets from my house (where I definitely had not been nor driven by), my sister in law WhatsApp-Ed me and from that he was able to get into my phone and call her to say he had found a phone - bike it to her house and drop it off. She then was able to contact my husband and I got it back. Turns out as an additional twist I used to teach the random bloke GCSE drama seven years ago.

So strange - no idea how I lost it and I did in deed get it back.

I dropped my friend off at his house one morning after he'd stayed over and he just stared at me intensely like he wanted to say something, before going indoors.

I then crashed my car badly and when I phoned him he said "You crashed your car didn't you? I was going to tell you I knew you'd crash today, but I didn't want to scare you." before I even said Hi.

I used to have a season ticket for a premier league football club (at the time) and on the 27th October 2018 whilst at the match I had a strange thought 'what if a plane was to crash in to this stadium', in fairness my teams stadium is on the flight path to our local airport. Anyway, that evening was the horrific accident when the Leicester City owners helicopter crashed.

Really similar thing happened to my mum when she was early 20's.
She'd bought her first home and was in the process of moving in, at this point she'd only got the basic furniture in the house (couch, bed, fridge, coffee table etc), rest of the house was completely empty. She'd let herself in one day, plonked herself on the couch and noticed an envelope on the coffee table. She's picked it up to have a look at it and it was an old, yellowing envelope with coffee stains on it, and it was a little note that her late gran had scribbled down for her years earlier! (Obviously not a note from the beyond ). Her gran had died when my mum was about 18 I think. Can't remember what the note said, just a few scribbles and 'love from Gran' at the end. My mum had absolutely no idea how it had got there and it really unnerved her, she doesn't believe in any woo whatsoever, but understandably it made her feel weird! She still has the envelope somewhere.

MissPiggy’sPinkDress No I definitely didn’t move my own car just for lolz! And I don’t have an ex who would have a spare key.

I went on a ghost tour with a friend, it was an organised tour in a large country house, we all went down the central stairs, but I stayed at the top as I was looking at the pictures on the wall, the organiser who was a bossy cow called up to me 'oh DO hurry up' I muttered to myself 'I really don't like you' a voice in my ear said 'I don't either', the rest of the people were downstairs and there was no-one behind me, no-one saw any ghosts on that tour but I think I heard one

I was a junior doctor in 2004. I did a run of night shifts in a small DGH as a surgical house officer. There was a lady who had suffered complications from fairly routine surgery (I remember every detail but it’s irrelevant).

In my last 3 nights of 7 I spent more time with this lady as she deteriorated and I tried to fix things- to no avail.

After I finished my night shift week I had a day to ‘turn around’ and was back on day shift.

I was sleeping in hospital accommodation… midst deep sleep I suddenly woke and had a profound sense of peaceful presence from Valerie (the lady who was so unwell).

I pulled out my Nokia 3410 and texted my close colleague who was now covering the unit on nights ‘did something happen with Valerie?… and straight back into a peaceful sleep.

At surgical handover the next morning. & walked into the team meeting to hear she had passed the previous night.

My colleague looked at his phone- I had sent the message (which he hadn’t seen at the time as was working) about 10 minutes before he attended to confirm she had died.

I’m not religious, spiritual or into ghosts and ghouls. I’m still a doctor (now senior) in the NHS.

I still haven’t forgotten this encounter and I think it’s made me a better doctor at understanding.

I also still take comfort from the feeling of warmth and positive vibes I had when I woke up that night, on particularly hard shifts.

I had an awfully abusive ex who left me mentally damaged for a very long time.

One night, years after I’d last seen him, I had a nightmare about him. I was heavily pregnant (in the nightmare), and he was chasing me, and I was running and running to get away from him. Eventually I had the brainwave of going to my mum’s house, as I’d be safe there. So I ran to her house, hammered on the door, exhausted, and the door opened. But instead of my mum standing there, it was my ex, standing over me with the cold, evil look that he has in his eyes, and he was holding a knife.

The next day I was at my mum’s house and I told her about the nightmare, I wouldn’t normally tell her about things like that but being in her house brought it back. The colour literally drained from her face and she said she had had a nightmare that my ex was in her house with a knife. She’d been so freaked out that when she woke up from her nightmare in the middle of the night, she’d actually gone downstairs and got a big kitchen knife and put it under her pillow. How bloody weird that we’d had the same nightmare on the same night.

I always find this a weird one….I was sitting in Costa sending a text to my friend in America and I couldn’t spell hierarchy, got the spelling thing on the phone and managed to send it. 20 minutes later I’m standing waiting on the bus when this guy comes down the road on the phone, stops me and says,excuse me love, do you know how to spell hierarchy? I was so freaked out.

Ooh thought of another one. Over 20 years ago I lived in a static caravan. I was cooking dinner on the gas stove one night, and whilst it was cooking I sat on the sofa watching the TV. The cooker was in a galley kitchen which wasn’t visible from where I was sat.

Suddenly there was a flash from the TV and a popping sound and then a black screen. I got up and pressed the on/off button and it was completely dead. But whilst I was up, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that something was on fire. A tea towel next to the gas stove had caught fire, and I ran over and managed to grab it and put it in the sink.

I spoke to a friend who was a TV repair person, and described what had happened. He said with complete certainty that the only thing it could be was the tube blowing, and that meant the TV was knackered. Great, I thought, I was completely skint and didn’t have the money for a new one.

Randomly a few days later I pressed the on/off switch on it again, and it sprung into life, and worked perfectly fine again. Really felt like something was looking over me, if the TV hadn’t gone bang and I hadn’t stood up at that precise moment, the caravan and all my belongings would have been torched (it takes seconds for those things to go up in flames).