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. :)

I was held at gunpoint in Cape Town at an ATM machine whilst being mugged.

It would have been terrifying had I not had several strawberry dacquaris and a pleasant buzz on. In fact, I don't think my brain registered that I was being held at gunpoint other than thinking "oh. He's got a gun. That's shit."

furrywall - actually I do beleive that! In fact I think the fact that I've been to SA twice and not been mugged is more unbeleivable!

I've only told a couple of people this story because I think it's a bit woo and weird. But I SWEAR it is true.

In the weeks before she died, the BBC aired adverts for a new series of 'Holiday' (I think that's what it was called) that Jill Dando was presenting quite regularly. I mentioned to my mum 'oh did you know she's getting married?'. Another day, the ad came on again and I mentioned her engagement again, and my mum pointed out that I had mentioned it before. So it became abit of an 'in joke' between the two of us that every time this ad came on or she was on the telly/in magazines I would point out that she was getting married. ANYWAY, one day she came up on the telly, so I said 'did you know she's got engaged?' and as soon as I said that a voice inside my head said 'no she isn't, she won't get married and she will never had kids' and I had a vision of a front door with flowers surrounding the edges. A few days later, Jill Dando was murdered on her front door. Really freaked me out.

My mum also has a story of her friend. Her friend was heavily pregnant (this was in the early '70s). My mum had a dream that her friend had come round to her house, with a double pram/stroller, however when my mum peered into the pram, both seats were empty. A couple of months later, her friend had given birth to 2 stillborn twins (she knew she was pregnant but didn't know she had been expecting twins).

Jeremy It sounds like the painting from Roald Dahl's The Witches - when they used to magic the children in to pictures and they'd move and grow old. Creepy!

Callani I thought that about Jeremy 's story, too! I think I found that the creepiest story on here.

My DDad developed Alzheimers Disease. When he was in the early to mid stage I had him move in with me as I was so worried about him. I was working full time so used to get up and leave him a flask of tea, a flask of soup and a plate of sandwiches and hope he would still be there when I got home! It was unbelievably stressful and tiring as he used to get up many times in the night as he thought it was morning.
One morning I was exhausted but about to pull out of my drive onto a busy main road to go to work. I looked left but pulled out without looking right. At the last second, I heard my DDads voice shout my name and I braked just as a truck went by.
I would have been crushed, no question but I got out of the car to look for my DDad as he was meant to be sat in the lounge by the telly, tea, soup and sandwiches. He was no-where to be seen so I looked in the lounge window and he was sat where I had left him, watching the box.

Jeremy

My sister used to have the same thing with some pictures, the characters would leave and come back we're a family of woo-ers. It seems it comes from our Father's side She also used to feel people's hands resting on her at night which would upset her. Of course she was told it was her imagination but now she wonders if it was guardians/helpers. And you can ask them to back off a bit if they are upsetting you which would be my advice if my children felt that way but my sister just had to cope with being afraid of 'nothing'.

I must admit that I shouldn't be on this thread at all. Everyone who knows me I can tell my tales of oddness to, though I often don't lau. Some (PIL) will purse their lips and ignore but I'm woo on the outside. I surprise people because I look normal and not-woo. I wonder if I should dress woo and what that would look like...

*was editing to say I don't launch into my woo as soon as I meet people, in the middle of that second paragraph but then DD2 dropped a glass and distracted me.

elfycat- My friend is completely woo (the only person I've ever told the story of my ex to) but also looks 'normal'. Although she does wear crystals most days. I'm rather woo too

My woo/unbelieveable stories are all baby related ones :)
I can always tell if someone is pregnant, or will be soon or even if someone they are close to is.
I always knew I would have a boy first, he would be two weeks overdue, I knew exactly what he would look like and what his personality would be like. I knew he would be an easy baby.
I remember insisting to my mum when we were out baby stuff shopping I needed a comb for a newborn, I also returned all my tiny, white baby clothes and bought boys clothes (No scans then to tell you the sex) in big sizes.
I was right as my pfb was a 10lb 1oz boy, with hair, he is the happiest soul :)
I also knew in another pregnancy I would miscarry as I had dreams about children crying and not being able too hold them.
I also knew my other son would be born prematurely, I had all my bags packed everything organised from 16 weeks, he was only 7 weeks early however :)

Germgirl - I just relayed your 'cat with a human face' story to my DH. He said that he is currently reading a book about alien abduction and that sightings of creatures like this are a common theme in abduction reports....

In the village that I used to live I'd have to drive down a single track country road that was mainly woods. On occasions I would pass a couple of young people who were dressed in a slightly Amish fashion and occasionally accompanying them would be a small older man who utterly terrified me.
I really don't know what it was about him but as I was usually driving and it was a narrow road, he/they would move in and I would slowly drive past.
As I did so he would meet my eye and holding my gaze I just wanted to scream at the top of my voice. ( Im not generally prone to such extreme reactions I promise!)
I'm in no doubt that he had done something terrible.
I came to dread driving past him or worst still, him walking past my house and seeing where I lived.
Luckily I've moved now although I'm convinced I'll see his face in the news one day.

Weevil, I've had one of those 'looks' from a stranger too. Mine was at a relative-in-law's funeral when a man stood up to talk &, being from a rather exclusive religion that I'm not a part of, he started preaching on their togetherness. At one point he met my eyes & I felt like I was going to vomit or pass out. I've never had a reaction to someone just looking at me like that before. Gives me the shivers even now! The only way I can describe it is 'evil'. I'm seriously debating whether or not to go to any future funerals where I might run the risk of feeling like that again. I love DH & his family but I'm not sure I can put myself through that again!

I 'met' DN in a kind of daydream before he was even conceived.

I was talking with my sister about something completely mundane when I had this image appear in my head, except it felt like more than an image, it was like I was experiencing something as you would in a dream, kind of like a flashback, except it was a flash forward, hard to describe.

I could see DN in his babygrow sitting on my knee, I kissed the top of his head and he looked up and smiled at me and I felt a rush of love and I knew who he was.

Exactly Barbara. It's very strange to have that reaction to a person for no reason at all.
I was almost tempted to follow this guy home to see what was going on there ( convinced I'd unearth some huge crime!)

I also (whilst driving) saw a creature that I'd never seen before. I was driving in broad daylight down a road with speed humps so fairly slowly and it ran in front of my car.
I can only describe it as being a reptile with fur, almost like a cross between a squirrel and a lizard - maybe it was

Stoke yours made me giggle.

Stroke sorry. :)

I have others, but have already shared in this thread, but here goes.

I also knew the moment we DTD when DS was conceived. My mother knew too when she conceived me. A few days before he was born I had a dream that I saw a little boy standing by the window with all this mass of black hair. When in labour the midwife was doing a rummage and she said 'Oh I feel lots of hair' I just commented matter of factly - 'yes, I know'.

More creepily, I have been sure for as long as I can remember that I am going to die when I am 48. I am 41 now, and really hope I don't, but it is something I have had in my thoughts for decades.

Mind you, when I was young a psychic told me I would marry at 24. Which considering I was 25 at the time came as a surprise. So hopefully the 48 thing will not come true either. :)

This has just happened to me during the night. We're all packed up and ready to move house today, so the dc are excited it was their last night in this house. I woke up and could hear sobbing, proper break your heart sobbing and got up to see what was wrong with my youngest, whose room is closest to mine. Both kids were fast asleep. back to bed, an hour later I woke up with the same sound, which seemed to be right outside my bedroom door. Thought the youngest was lying on the carpet crying, I got up but again, no one there, kids are fine, and it had stopped a few seconds after I woke up. Back to sleep again but this time I woke up with running footsteps in the hall, little light ones so, assuming the dc are up and playing, I got up to tell them to go back to bed but they're sound asleep already. I can only assume that there's something here that's upset we're leaving today.

Wowzers Scottish! maybe you should tell it you're leaving to live in a different house but new people are coming so the house won't be empty?

I was on a really tight deadline trying to get my bedroom up together after having a new carpet fitted and before something else was about to be done. I started hoovering and it quickly became clear that the Dyson wasn't working and the filter needed to be changed.

The spare dyson filter is kept in the tool room window which is downstairs, down Into the basement, through the doors into the garage and then into the tool room. It always lives here, is changed every 3 months or so and put back in the window. The stairs down to the basement are very narrow so nothing is ever put on these stairs to take up or down later, that would just be a massive tripping hazard. They are also used daily.

So as the hoover stopped working properly I did a scream of exasperation as I really didn't have time for this and started off toward she tool room. As I opened the door to the basement there was the filter, on one of the steps, half way down the stairs. Utterly out of place and these are stairs that are used daily so it hadn't been placed there anytime before.

A few months later I was going out with my woo friend to see a medium show (the first time I'd ever seen one) and her woo husband said to her "do you think Lou's gran will come through, the one who left the Hoover bit out for her. She was just trying to help her". My friend says "gran" is not a word they use, it's "nan" in their family, but my gran who died about 5 years previously was always a Gran. My friend had also not mentioned the incident to her husband before.

kits - v spooky!

I knew when I first walked into my previous house that I'd buy it (I know that's quite common) - i actually removed an offer we'd put on another house to offer on 'my' one. I spent 3 months dreaming and planning the house - extension, repainting, new bathroom; and it was a huge shock to move in and find the work hadn't been done yet!

BUT - the old lady who'd sold up had lived there with her husband and family for 41 years (as long as I had been alive) and her husband had been killed in a horrific RTA - on my birthdate. I swear he lived in the lighting circuit - the lights would flicker, wouldn't turn off sometimes, or would take ages to actually turn on or off. I got the place rewired, and he moved to the gas pipes - knocking and clicking, where there hadn't been knocking before. When I replaced the boiler (50years old!) the plumber left the flue lying on the floor; when the boiler came on it could have suffocated us (carbon monoxide) Luckily I spotted it and turned it all off...I think he eventually left then. I do remember saying out lout 'she's gone to M C on M* Road and maybe he went to find her!

I'm not woo at all.

Weevil I've had that too. I live in the arse end of nowhere with just a few other houses and farms scattered around. my road joins another road half way down in a Y shape with one fork of the. Y being higher as it goes uphill with trees and bushes on the slope between the forks.

One day I was walking with DS in his pushchair back towards home (towards the fork in the road) when I saw a man walking down the higher fork towards me. I don't know why but I shivered and sped up. I got to the fork before him and took the lower one towards my house. As I passed him, I looked through the trees and he was just staring at me. I have never felt a cold dread like it. I honestly wanted to vomit and scream. As soon as he was past me and I was round a slight corner I started running and didn't stop til I was home. It was horrible.