Do you have a 'nobody would EVER believe me' story? No matter the subject or how daft, unreal it seems, please share :)

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I have two. I told a friend totally out of the blue that Michael Jackson would be dead six weeks from now, he was. I pointed at the screen and told a friend whilst watching Loose Women that Linda Bellingham would die soon of cancer.
I dunno why i felt compelled to say those things but i felt i needed to.

No criticising, hairsplitting or arguing pleae.

Be brave and tell. :)

Oh, & just one last one... I tell this one to anyone who'll listen but I don't think they really believe me. When I was pregnant with DS2, DS1 seemed completely oblivious to my growing stomach or what it meant. I had to go for a growth scan at 36 weeks & didn't have childcare so had to take DS1 (18m) with me. I sat him on the bed next to me so I could be sure he wouldn't fiddle with things he wasn't supposed to. I'd kind of planned on trying to introduce the concept of it being a picture of the baby in the hope that he'd cotton on to the idea of a new baby in the family. I hadn't actually had a chance to explain anything in advance because it all happened quite quickly. The second the picture appeared on the screen DS1 looked at it & nonchalantly declared, "Oh, there's the baby." The sonographer was stunned & proceeded to point out DS2's eyes, nose & mouth to me. I saw black/white blobs. DS1 saw his brother! He made no mention of "the baby" before or after & ignored DS2 until he started trying to play with his toys!

I did the waking up thing at precisely the minute my gran died, my mum still doesn't believe me!
I was also booked for an interview at the trade centre, however a flat tyre meant I missed the plane so I should have been in there but thanks to a random nail on the drive I wasn't!

One night my mum, who usually sleeps soundly, woke up at 2am and decided she needed to eat to build her strength up, and the only thing that would work was scrambled eggs, which she hates. She made the scrambled eggs, ate them and enjoyed them and felt satisfied and went back to bed. I called the following morning to tell her DD had been born at 1.57am.

My old house was haunted and I've seen ghosts. We moved out when I was 6 years old so I must have been 5 or 6. I can't remember why I went downstairs, it was early morning, I saw standing in the doorway to the kitchen a young girl. Perhaps teenage age. I remember her like it was yesterday. She was ginger and had her hair in pigtails, she was wearing an orange t-shirt and denim jeans. Her pigtails where done up with purple hair bands. She had no shoes on. I could see her clear as day. I stood there and stared at her for maybe 30 seconds and then calmly went back to bed.

The radio used to turn on full volume quite regularly in the middle of the night, my mum used to tell me.

There a couple more 'goings on' in that house too. My mum said she always felt a presence.

God that was weird.

While reading this thread suddenly my browser went to the "page has not loaded" screen that it does if you're offline. But I wasn't offline and hadn't reloaded the page. Didn't happen to any other pages either... weird.

I've had a radio turn on randomly too when we were moving out of our last house. I didn't think anything of it but went to turn it off because it was loud, then realised there had been nobody anywhere near the radio when it had turned on. It was a big heavy slide switch. I turned it back on and where it had been two men talking and laughing about something to do with football, now it was right at the end of a pop song, they don't play half a song on the radio, and it had only been a few seconds! I tried switching it from FM to long wave in case that was it but the station still didn't match up. Circling through all of the stations I didn't hear anything like what I'd just heard. My mum was there and experienced the whole thing too.

"What did she look like, batteries?"

sunflower49 this is what my housemate looked like.

The 'ghost' I saw on the upstairs landing was just sort of person shaped. It walked away from the top of the stairs (which was between our bedrooms) and down the hall towards her bedroom. The only light was coming (dimly) from downstairs. The stairs were the sort where there's a bend in the middle, so not so much light was coming up.

Bertie I had a radio a bit like that!

It behaved perfectly in one house I lived in, then I moved and put it in the kitchen, on the windowshelf. It would burst into life for no apparent reason, scaring the shit out of me. After a couple of weeks of this, I shoved it in the shed, facing the wall opposite the shed window. One day I was in the garden and I heard music coming from the shed - the fucking radio!

I decided there and then it was haunted and threw it in the bin.

Fast forward a year or two and my brother is telling me a hilarious story about his idiot mate, who thought his radio was possessed by evil spirits, only it turned out it was one of those wind up/solar powered ones and he'd left it sitting in a sunny spot......

Also one about my dog. When I was at university I used to travel home on the coach and my dad would pick me up at the coach station and always took my dog in the car with him. Other coaches would arrive and she would ignore them but a few minutes before my coach came into sight she would start to get excited and start to whine and cry.

batteries

I totally believe the one about your dog, Best. Human senses are pathetic compared to other animals. People are always saying how amazing it is that my cat comes home when I just stand outside and say her name ... er, she's a cat! She doesn't need me to yell, even if she's far away.

I believe the one about your haunted radio, too, Batteries

Hahaha

Mine was definitely not solar powered. When I lived near a busy road though, sometimes my radio (a different one) would pick up passing police CB radios.

I dreamt that I was miscarrying in my bathroom and that the baby looked like those toy aliens you get in an egg. Two nights later I went to the toilet and had a miscarriage. it was really strange as it was almost exactly as I dreamt. I felt like id made it happen

You hadn't made it happen, Classic. Your body knew what was happening, so you dreamt it.

2 spring to mind, one that I can now logically explain (but for years was convinced was a premonition)

First though, my Granddad died 3 years before my DD was born. It was my first experience of loss and along with the rest of the family, I was understandably devastated. He was a funny man who taught Biggles to fly and Nat King Cole to sing allegedly

So, DD was born, I was an ELCS and it was Christmas. My mum (birthing partner) had asked that I wear Granddad's wedding ring to theatre, so that he could be part of it. Naturally I agreed.

During the operation the staff had a Christmas CD playing (not at my request) and as DD was born I noticed the song that was playing. The Christmas Song by.....Nat King Cole.

We took it as a sign that he was with us

My other story/premonition. I once had a dream that I was stood on an American style veranda, watching planes take off from Stansted airport. I was looking out across farmer's fields.

As I watched, a 747 jumbo jet took off. It lifted in the air before plummeting to the ground. I can still feel the panic and hopelessness, utter terror, I was hysterical. A voice behind me said "don't worry it's just a cargo plane" (in my dream I took that to mean it could have been worse, casualty wise)

The dream was so vivid that I phoned my mum and relayed it to her .

A few weeks later, as I walked across a petrol forecourt I saw the newspaper headlines - a cargo plane had crashed just after take off from Stansted. I froze to the spot!

For years I've retold this story and people have had that look that says "I'm pretending to believe you but we both know it's bullshit"

More recently, with an older and wiser head I've realised that:

I worked in the aviation industry, flew all over the world regularly. Therefore I would subconsciously be thinking about the possibility of a plane crash.

Although I hadn't been to Stansted, I worked out of Gatwick and my colleague had worked at Stansted for years and was always regaling me with stories of her time there.

I'd previously been based at Cambridge, on a business park next to the airport. For those not local, the airport is very small and when a plane takes off the main road running alongside is closed (kind of like a level crossing).

A lady I worked with was always telling me how amazing it was this one time a 747 had landed there. In order to get it back in the air the engineers had to strip alsorts of nonessential equipment out, to lighten it so that it could take off on the short runway.

So put all that together and you've got a dream that picked various conversations and memories out of my vaults, coincidentally follows an actual plane crash.

I'm not psychic after all

I'm only part way through this thread but had to share my stories before I go any further...
Both of mine involve my dad - who is the most straight forward, least woo bloke ever... Ex services, ex police, you get the picture.

He has seen a big cat roaming the countryside, we live quite near Dartmoor which has several reported sightings but he always scoffed at the stories - until he came home one day a bit shook up and confessed that he ran back to his car as the 'beast' turned to look at him.

And the morning that Princess Diana died, I was up later than normal after being out clubbing the night before. He was just getting up and making my mom a cup of tea for 'in bed' and I registered what was going on, on the TV. I told him, and he went to wake my mom up so we could all watch the news together. As he gently shook her awake, she opened her eyes and said 'they've got her at last'. They hadn't seen the news yet...

Thanks garlic

Dh has seen discs in the sky for years over local woods, both seen big cats.

One night dcat came in properly spooked and we joke the big cat chased him.

One Sunday morning dcat flew off my lap while he was fast asleep, horizontally, and was placed on to my dressing gown. Luckily dh saw it too because I wouldn't believe me either.

Dparents house is haunted.

I was eating chips outside a chippie in Borehamwood with my sister when (the late) Mike Read (Frank Butcher from Eastenders) walked past us and told us that we'd get fat if we sat about all day eating chips and winked at us (I was a tiny 7 and half stone!)

when the tsunami was happening I dreamt about it. I was under murky water with debris floating above me, I could see the sun shinning and I knew I was somewhere hot. I could see seaweed, broken wood, the water was moving fast and other people trying to swim to the surface

my dad was caught up in it (thankfully he was ok) in sri lanka this happened while I was dreaming

My one and only reading with a medium. I was 21 and the only details I had given prior was my first name.

Walked in the room and the first thing the lady said was " oh my darling, you're so young to have lost both your mum and your dad" Her next sentence was "daddy's been gone ever such a long time and Mum only ever wanted him"

My dad died when I was 9 months old and mum when I was 20. Mum never so much as went on a date with another man.

Still gives me goosebumps when I think of how that lady knew.

I love threads like this

Once when living in Eastbourne, I popped out to the shops quite late (it was dark and deserted) and the entire pavement of the whole road was covered in frogs. Fuck knows why I carried on walking and didn't run home screaming - I hate frogs.

In the summer holidays my family went away to Wales from our home in Kent. We climbed Mount Snowden and went into the cafe at the top. In said cafe was my classmate and neighbour from three door down with his family. We polite waved hello to each other as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

I moved into my brothers bedroom after he left home. The room felt unbelievably creepy and used to freak me out. It felt like eyes were watching me. I was convinced there was something possessed in the room. I later found a cassette tape in a stuck bedside table draw and threw it out. The weird feeling disappeared. I mentioned this to my brother who used to have the room and he told me he also used to feel the eyes watching him, and one night felt hands around his throat

A couple of years ago I had a mmc and on the way to the scan I just had this horrible feeling it was bad news. Dh was all excited about how we were going to announce it but I just felt really nervous, not like I had with dd. obviously it was bad news and we picked ourselves up and carried on and started to ttc again. The moment I conceived ds I knew, I felt the implantation. Then after the security scan a few weeks later I called my mum to tell her the news. She asked when it was due and I said 21st but it'll be the 17th. I mentioned this several times during my pregnancy and sure enough I was awoken at 4am on 17th with a flood of waters. Ds was born a few hours later a year to the day from my mmc scan.
I don't mean to say I think it's some woo reincarnation or anything, more that I willed it. It's like it was the perfect way to close the door on that hurt.

Well this maybe different to some of the other ones...

When I was younger, me and my DM used to go through my clothes to decide what to get rid of and what to keep. So I'd strip off naked and keep trying things on. At one point, I sat on the bed, and I kid you not, the curly end of the coat-hanger went right up my bum! I stood up and ran about a bit with it lodged up there, til my mum got it out. No (physical) damage was done.

My DH says this is such a far-fetched story he doesn't believe it really happened.

I'm not sure how the curly end got into my bottom, seems the wrong shape, but it did!