To ask what's the spookiest thing that's ever happened to you

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I love a spooky thread ...anyone else?

I was working in a hospital and there was an elderly lady in. I’d just been in to ask her if she wanted a coffee. I came out, popped into staff room and a nurse asked me if I was busy, I said “I’m just making Mavis a cup of coffee” and then I heard a voice say clear as day “she’s dead”. There was only me and nurse in the room, she hadn’t said it. I couldn’t understand where that had come from so just went to make the coffee - took it to Mavis who was indeed dead 😞 I was the one to find her, nobody else knew she had died so no explanation at all for the voice.

When I was in primary school, I was learning about world war 2. It really stuck with me, I was having real vivid dreams about it like I was actually there in the war. It consumed my life, I would research, want to know more about it all. I couldn’t put my finger on it but it felt like I had been there before or something. Well, I was having a sleepover with my friend this one night and we went into tesco and my mum was down one isle and me and my friend was on our own. It was eerily empty and at the end of the isles I could see a figure, it was like a child dressed with a satchel around them as if they were a child travelling away from their parents or something. It was scary, I knew I could see it but I blinked and it was gone. So me and my friend ended up down the sweet isle getting things for our sleepover and she said ‘the shadows are following us’ baring in mind I never told her what I saw or my dreams etc - but it’s like she could see it too. it was like a wave of cold hit me and we ended up running back to my mum in fear.

back at my family home, there was definitely unusual noises, we could hear it in the loft and it just felt like someone was with us. My friend was so scared she couldn’t stop crying and her mum had to pick her up in the middle of the night. I know what I saw that day, I definitely think spirits picked up on my dreams and curiosity of knowledge on what they went through and thought I was a safe person for this spirt child to stay with.

When DS was very little he had an imaginary friend who he described as having no skin, which was creepy enough but one day he told me his friend doesn't sleep in his room any more, I asked where does he sleep now and he said your room. The next morning I woke up, was the only one in my room and could hear everyone else downstairs, and then I heard the floorboard in my room at the foot of the bed creak, like it does when someone walks on it.
That ended my lie in quickly!

There's a shadow person that always seems to follow us when we move. They primarily stick to the bedrooms. I sometimes wake up and see it standing at the door, or looking over my partner, or worst of all, right next to me, which really freaks me out. In the blink of an eye, it's gone. I have no idea why this happens, or who/what it is especially since all the homes we've lived in as a couple or family are relatively new builds.

Recently, I’ve been getting a 'Final Destination' type feeling—not in the way portrayed in the film, but it’s unsettling. We live in Wales, and during a car trip to Scotland, we stopped at a service station. The first stop was the restroom, which smelled strongly of smoke, like people had been smoking in there. When I came out of the cubicle, a cleaner was nearby, and I asked her about the smell, but she claimed she couldn't smell anything. When I left the restroom, I asked my husband and brother, and they could both smell it, though not as strongly. From that point on I had this uneasy feeling that I couldn't understand. At the next service station, I went to the restroom again. While using the hand dryer, it almost gave me an electric shock; it popped so loudly and started to smoke. There was a cleaner nearby and another person who witnessed the whole thing and reacted just as I had, in fact the cleaner yelped. I came out and informed my husband about it, joking that with everything going on with me, there was bound to be a fire next. At the hotel we stayed in, in Scotland the fire brigade was called, apparently because there was an issue with the shower in one of the rooms on the first floor. Interestingly, we had requested a room change to the ground floor, and the room with the issue was on the first floor.

Saw a woman walk into my kitchen, thought it was my mum, started chatting away. Didnt get a reply. Went in there, no one was there. My mum was actually at the other end of the house. Described what I saw to her in that brief moment and she got shivers. She said it sounded like her mum who passed years before. This was also on mother’s day.

So a few of us went back to the attic room when the pub closed. We’d only been drinking ‘politely’ as we were more colleagues than friends - certainly not drunk (I don’t drink much anyway).

A bossy woman sort of took over and suggested we all link hands (something to do with unbroken energy). She then started talking out loud, ‘if anything is here, we wish it well’ / ‘if anything is here, could it reveal itself’.

It all felt faintly ridiculous. Nothing happened. I suggested changing ‘it’ to ‘you’. She did, and said, ‘If you are here, then please reveal yourself to us, please could you send us a sign’ . No ghost with a clanking chain emerged through a wall.

But I became aware of a faint kind of growling noise on a corner. It was so faint it was almost like an ambient noise, and I didn’t comment on it at the time. It wasn’t even very audible over the voices of the chat. The following day, another person present said he’d been aware of it at the time but also not said anything.

After a while or not-much-doing, the others (about five) left to go back to their lodgings, leaving just me and H. We sat and chatted for a bit - we’d both had appalling bereavements. Still no big-time revelations.

H suggested we go home. I said I wanted a few minutes on my own. It a ghost was there, it felt reasonable to try to encounter it one on one. If there was only one of it, and several of us, this felt unfair.

She said she’d see me on the step outside.

I sat there alone but by this time the noise I thought I’d heard had stopped, so I thought I must have been imagining it previously (the power of suggestion). After a few more minutes I mentally ‘did a wrap’ - nothing to see here!

As I made my way out of the building I wasn’t even thinking about ghosts any more, I was thinking about the lessons I’d be delivering the following day.

As I left, down a narrow staircase - with all my thoughts now on lesson planning - I heard the same growl I thought I’d heard before, but much louder and more distinct. It came from point-blank range directly behind me from over my shoulder, right into my ear.

It felt as though whatever haunted that room was hustling me out of the building and out of its space, in a most unfriendly way.

I know I wasn’t hallucinating. I wasn’t even thinking about ghosts any more. There’s no explanation for this and although it was 20 years ago I’ll never forget the terror. I shot out of that building so fast. My friend who was waiting on the step took one look at me and knew immediately something had happened before I started to tell her.

Many many years ago I had a termination. It was a harrowing and complicated DV situation, no judgement please. Months later I had a dream that I gave birth to a baby girl. The only time I've ever dreamt this. When I woke up I realised it was what would have been my due date. Really freaked me out.

Jeeeeeesus this gave me goosebumps!!!

My dad died quite unexpectedly in 2017 after a long period of very poor mental health. There were some quiet discussions that he may have had a hand in it himself, but nothing was ever proved and the post-mortem was basically "umm, we don't really know... maybe his liver?" Basically, who the fuck knows? So it was quite traumatic.
On the day of his funeral, my mums sister comes to show me her necklace, which is a pendant of an owl. She said dad gave her it as a thank you for being mums bridesmaid.
I've thought of that owl pendant one and off quite a bit over the years. Dad wasn't a sentimental chap, and certainly not one to buy jewellery, so the fact that he'd bought this necklace surprised me. It was a nice little story.

I didn't see my auntie again until this past Easter Sunday, when we meet up for my mums "big birthday". I mention this necklace and Auntie says she'll send me a picture of it (which she does a couple of days later).

The following Tuesday, I'm just getting home from the supermarket, park the car on the drive, and am just walking towards the door, when something metallic catches my eye, right in the middle of the drive. I pick it up, and it's an owl. About 2 inches tall and obviously fallen off a necklace or keyring. I've certainly never owned anything like that.

So how come, 2 days after discussing an owl pendant that my dad had bought my auntie, I find another one right in the middle of my own driveway? Spookiest thing that has ever happened to me.

I know this is an old thread - but have you watched Danny Robbins and his BBC Uncanny series - there is an episode in series 2 about a shadow man that sounds similar to your experience!

One of the reason I am so very anti belief in the paranormal is that a very spooky thing happened to me as a child and I can still be unsettled by thinking about it- EVEN THOUGH it was completely explained and I understood that it wasn’t really spooky even at the time. It just goes to show how powerfully our brains can mislead us.

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