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 stopped telling this story years ago, as people look at me like I am a totally woo weirdo, but I SWEAR it is true.

When I was about 18 me and my then boyfriend were driving late at night through the countryside, not far from Stonehenge, on the way back from dinner to a hotel we were staying in. The road was completely dead, no other cars, dark. We hadnt drank a drop of booze or anything, so were totally clear headed.

BF pointed out a strange orange light in the sky in the distance. We thought it was a very low flying plane. It seemed to be so low it was almost touching the tree tops in the distance. As we got closer, we saw that it wasnt a plane. It looked like a kind of massive disk-shaped orange light. We were trying to guess what it the hell it could be as we got closer and closer.

Eventually, we realised it was moving slowly downwards and towards us. I started to get a bit freaked out. Then it started picking up speed and moving faster and faster and seemed to be whizzing towards us. I was asking BF to pull over, as it was such an odd sight, and feeling really freaked. BF thought it was really funny and was saying 'its probably some sort of security light, maybe there is an airbase near here or something'...and then the light literally WHIZZED towards the car, blinding us. BF pulled over quickly. We were shitting ourselves. The light then came right up to the windscreen of the car - it was really small by then, about the size of a car tyre - and then circled the car slowly, round and round about five times, before stopping at BF's window for about 2 or 3 minutes, sort of bobbing in the air. Felt like it was LOOKING at us.

We were absolutely petrified. I felt like I was in an alien movie. It then sort of pulsated a few times and whizzed off at incredible speed, right back up into the sky and then further away and higher and higher until it vanished.

Strangest thing that has ever happened to me. I dont think I have ever told anyone that and they have believed me. Absolutely true, though.

Coming home in a taxi from doing a late shift in the pub both me and the taxi driver saw a green light zig zagging across the sky directly ahead of us. He asked me if I was sober (I was) and if I could see what he was seeing. I said yes, he stopped the car and we got out to have a better look. We were there for about 5 minutes and initially decided that we were both tired at the end of our shifts and were seeing things. I always wonder though.

I saw a ghost.

Dark house, upstairs, I came out of my room as my housemate walked along the landing, away from the stairs, about 5 feet away. Got downstairs and she was in the kitchen. No one else in the house, we went upstairs and checked in case it was an axe murderer who'd crept in. No one there, no open windows etc. She'd had a similar experience a week before that she'd not told me about. House was a new build, neither of us remotely woo or church goers or anything.

I don't even believe in ghosts. Not then, not now. No idea what/who it was.

PS no, neither of us had been drinking!

What did she look like, batteries?

I've never seen a ghost. But some time ago I had a spooky experience. I was lodging with a friend, small room just single bed, wardrobe not much space.
I was working on my laptop for around 5 hours altogether. The house was very cold and I had an oil radiator which was on full.

I had a really uneasy feeling that kept popping into my head on and off over the 5 hours although I was quite relaxed in my mood.

All of a sudden I felt really cold and I looked at the radiator and it had switched off. But, it had a 'rocker' switch that was actually quite stiff and hard to press down and made a loud 'click' noise when it was pressed on or off. I hadn't pressed it, the room was cold and I wouldn't have switched it off. I hadn't moved it or knocked it or anything-it was at the other side of the room. I'd left my room to go to the loo, once but the loo was right next to my room so 5 mins max.

It really freaked me out at the time!Someone or someTHING, had switched off my radiator.

I might have got in bed with my friend that night

I saw a black panther while I was travelling on a train from London to Torquay about 20 yrs ago. It was close to the tracks walking through some marshland. Totally unmistakable. On the return journey I was propositioned by a middle aged man who kept trying to convince me to go back to his hotel room in London with him. I was calm but adamant that I was not at all interested in him or his hotel room and to this day don't know why I didn't ask someone for help. I have no doubt that he was a dangerous man. I was about 19 at the time.

Many years ago a close friend used a ouija board. Out of the blue the board started to tell them that one of our space craft had gone out of orbit and they were leaving them to go and help. This space craft was Appolo 13.
The public were not told for some hours that this had happened but my friend 'heard' about this many hours before the US gave the news out.

I have a grandmother clock that was inherited from my grandma, 10 years ago. Shortly after I got it, it stopped working and I've never bothered to wind it up again - the chimes were annoying!

The clock is stopped at 7:11.

3 years ago DD was born - at, you guessed it, 19:11. Coincidence or significant?

Nobody ever believes this story apart from my family who all witnessed it and it will probably out me but..

I was born 2 years after my grandad had died (mums dad), fast forward to me being 2-3 years old and one night I said to my dad and uncle who were minding me at the time that I wanted to go to bed, what for they asked, so gaga can read to me, they just said whatever, my dad put me to bed.

half an hour later they both creep up the stairs to find me sat on my bed laughing and chatting to myself holding a book and looking up at the wall next to me. This went on for a few weeks and i kept describing him as wearing blue suit but dirty. Turns out he was a mechanic and had a heart attack at work and never recovered. I even pointed him out on someone else's wedding pictures.

I don't remember this happening at all but my parents separated a few years later and both told me the same story when I was around 16/17. I Do remember though minding my cousin though who was 3, i was 15 and he wouldn't go in the kitchen in my nan's house as the man who was in there would keep talking to him. Turns out all of his 5 grandchildren have had experiences of him visiting. I dont believe in ghosts as such but if i hadn't seen my cousin with my own eyes and how he was shaking i wouldn't believe it myself.

slithytove thanks! And fascinating to know it happened to someone else, too. Did you go through shaving cream at the typical rate afterwards?

cheefulyank, wow! I've never met another adult with memories like that. I have what I call "not real" memories I lived somewhere else, different set of relatives, different neighbours. I remember asking my Mum when were going to see so-and-so again, and things like that, and she just told me that had never happened. So I categorised it all as not real. I used to remember more, but most of it has vanished now. What is left is seeing my neighbours on the stairs of house (it was odd, it had an external staircase up to the upper levels where everyone would go in/out I'd totally recognise it if I ever ran across it) and memory of a pool party at some relative's house. That one is mostly memory of legs, as I was very tiny :) As an adult, I saw a show about children and past lives, and realised that my memories matched that pattern. I looked up about it more, and found that the memories tend to go away as the child ages and are usually gone by preteen years. Glad to know I'm not the only one who held on to them!

Great thread.One of the stories that stick out for me i was sitting on the bed feeding ds3.My bed faced the landing and the door was open.I seen my son come out of the loo and go in to his bedroom across the landing.Literally 2 seconds later the same son comes up the stairs and it to his bedroom.

honeypie Same here,my grandfather used to visit me too. I described him perfectly,and he died before i was born.

I've not replaced the can I'm a slattern and just use conditioner

I was really interested in previous posters who talked about past lives. It is a daily mail link, but I found this article quite interesting also

www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2509769/New-book-reveals-children-believe-reincarnated.html

when I was quite young I kept telling my parents I had visited a certain house that was near us. I said we had visited it 'when I was flying' and I described the house, the layout the paintings etc. I can still see it in my mind.... really bright primary coloured paintings on the walls. I described it again and again and said that I had been flying in the house and no-one saw me.

It came up for sale, and my DM went to view it out of curiosity, and it was exactly as I described. I always wondered if it was a bit of astral travelling- and am not sure I even believe in that anyway!

Murmur I think it's just that I was a stroppy child :o I was so irritated at being told it was all nonsense that I thought about it a lot.

I don't think I really "remember" it anymore...I just remember remembering if that makes sense. It's like recalling the plot of a movie I saw long ago, because I repeat it to myself. I don't remember faces anymore and I don't remember how it felt, but I know I used to.

I always was on time for my piano lessons, one day I kept hanging around the house and not leaving until nan made me go out of the door. Walking down the road I kept thinking she wouldn't be there. Got there and her neighbour answered, telling me she'd just been taken into hospital. Spooky.

Similar happened to DH, a stickler for punctuality. When he was about 19 he was supposed to be meeting his friends and couldn't get round to leaving the house, was running about half hour late. Police knocked at the door to tell him his sister was in hospital after a bad car accident. Him being there meant he could find his mum who was out walking the dogs in a nearby field (pre mobile phone days) and police took her to the hospital.

We have a significant date in our family. My mum and her 4 years older brother share a birthday. It is the same date that their grandma died years before they were born. Their grandad married two more times. The last wife died on the same date. Two in, two out.

I came on this thread to tell my UFO story so fascinated to read that other posters have seen similar things too...

Mine was on a beach in Queensland, Australia.

I was in my early twenties [so about 20 years ago now] and entirely sober. My BF at the time and I both witnessed it.

Four orange lights, slightly bigger than the stars moving along in a straight horizontal formation.

I saw it first and pointed it out to BF saying what's that?

About 2 seconds later [as if they knew they'd been spotted] the lights began darting around in a seemingly random fashion, then they are zoomed off together and disappeared, leaving a trail of light behind [like when the Enterprise enters hyperspace on Star Trek].

Most people are sceptical when I tell this story and usually ask what drugs I was smoking... But I know what I saw and I have never seen anything like it since [even if I had been smoking something illegal!].

I know sometimes Chinese lanterns are mistaken for orange UFOs but I have never seen a floating lantern enter hyperspace!

Keeperofbees so glad to know it wasn't just my family, very lovely to imagine though just wish I could remember something about it now but I have no recollection whatsoever, its only family who have cross referenced each other that I believe it.

Just thought of another and I will name change after writing this, My mum believes in woo, she always has, used to be really into guardian angels, spirits etc, anyway we fell out about 10 years ago and didn't speak for 3 years, her doing and i was too young to just forgive and make up, but Out of the blue 1 day I got a phone call from her, she was crying and asking if i was ok, She had a really strong sense of urgency that she needed to speak to me and that 1 of our relatives had spoken to her in a dream saying to check on Honeypie she needs you more than ever.

I was in the middle of the worst depression and had just taken 4 boxes of paracetamol when she had called me. Needless to say she saved me and now were closer than ever but she still does this. She will call and ask if im ok she has a feeling that im not or whatever, usually Ill be feeling ill but she did a few months ago saying she felt she had to speak to me as something was wrong and i was in agony, it wasn't me it was my ds, he had dislocated his elbow in nursery and I didn't find that out until half an hour after speaking to her .

When I was pg with my second dc I had a dream about my mum (who had died when I was a teenager). In the dream she was standing next to a gravestone and pointing to it and on it were two names the first my brother who had been stillborn and the second the name I was going to give my ds.

I woke up feeling totally fine but utterly convinced that something was wrong to the point where I made up a reason to go to the hospital to be checked out that night (I think I told them I had stomach pains) this is most unlike me because I normally wouldn't dream of lying like that.

When I got there my bp was sky high and I had severe preeclampsia and my kidneys were starting to fail, my ds was distressed and was born a matter of hours after I had the dream.

I didnt tell any of the midwives etc at the time why I went into the hospital and to this day I have no idea what to think of it! The best I can think is that my mind knew I was ill and the dream was because of that...

Another one is that doing family history research I figure out that three generations of women died on February 2nd. My mother, her grandmother and my great grandmother on my fathers side all on feb 2nd.

My mother aged 42, her grandmother aged 65 and great grandmother on my fathers side aged 33.

Cheerful - my brother (about 3 at the time) crossing the road, said once 'I had a car like that, when I was old' ...

I once went on hols to a lovely old thatched house, beautiful stone-mullioned windows, very atmospheric. I was FFing ds2 and went downstairs in the middle of the night to heat his milk, when I heard a 'click' like a radio had been turned off. In the morning, I noticed a radio next to the microwave - no batteries in it, but it had a rotary switch which clicked just like I'd heard. For the rest of the holiday I fed him room-temperature milk! Lots of creepy feelings in that place; I was glad to be out and home.

My earliest memory is a dream I had. I'd been walking through the village I lived in when a man kidnapped me & took me into his secret laboratory underneath the church hall. I would've been about 3 or 4 when this dream happened & wouldn't have known what a mad scientist's laboratory looked like but the place he took me was exactly the sort of thing you'd see in films. I can still picture parts of it now. The man said he was going to kill me & got a syringe out to inject me with. Just at that moment my dad burst through the door & started fighting the man - distinctly un-Dad-like thing to do! I hid underneath one of the metal work surfaces & watched while the man strapped my dad into the chair & injected him in the neck. I don't remember what happened after that.

A couple of years ago I was sitting up chatting with my parents & some of their friends who used to live on our street & they were talking about the odd woman who lived next door to them who they knew was involved in some occult things & they said they'd had some weird experiences while living next door to her. I remembered this dream & recounted it to them. My dad went white - it turns out that I had a night terror as a young child & my parents found me sitting bolt upright in bed & screaming. They tried to settle me & get me to lie down but I clearly wasn't conscious. Being Christians, Dad did the only thing he knew to do - he prayed for me. Usually it would've been my mum trying to settle me but for some reason on that one occasion it was my DDad & he felt compelled to pray.

The only other dream I've had as a child that I can remember now was one involving going to meet someone I'd met on holiday a few years before. We'd exchanged addresses, I wrote to her but didn't hear back & had completely forgotten all about her until this dream. In the dream I remembered her name & we'd arranged to meet on a little beach. We arrived & our families we standing around chatting when I noticed my toddler sister wandering towards a 'sewage works'. This place consisted of a long jetty going out into thick greenish 'water' with a few islands & another parallel broken jetty all surrounded by chain link fencing with barbed wire on top. The 'friend' & I ran after DSis just knowing it was dangerous. As we came through the gate we saw DSis crouching down looking at the water. I saw a wolf on one of the islands who looked at me & did a Mutley-style snigger before slipping into the water & gliding towards my sister. 20 years later I still feel that awful sick/terrified feeling I had as the wolf pulled my sister off the jetty & over to the broken one. I don't remember it doing anything particularly to hurt her but as soon as it touched her I knew she was dead. Part of me is still waiting for something awful to happen to her IRL & I just have this feeling like I'm going to watch her die.

On a happier note... I was at a Christian conference when I was 19 & I was fed up & wanted to know what I was supposed to be doing with my life. I prayed about it in a petulant child demanding to know sort of way & while I was praying I started saying the same thing over & over. At first I thought it was tongues & went to ask some people I thought might be able to interpret it but they didn't know. So then I thought it was maybe the name of a place I was supposed to go - it sounded middle eastern, so I looked it up but to no avail. In the end I gave up & wrote it down thinking maybe I'd find out eventually.

About 18 months later I was engaged & staying with his parents. We went to church & sang a song I didn't know but one line struck me - "Shalom aleichem" - shalom means "peace", aleichem roughly translates as "to you". Aleichem was the first part of what I'd been saying. The second part was "anaiah" which, after a bit of googling, I found out means "God has answered". So at 19, when I only knew DH as a friend-of-a-friend, I'd been praying about my future & at his parents' church I found the answer! I barely believed it myself until I found my old notebook with the sounds written out phonetically & in every possible spelling variation I could come up with. I told DH & I think he thought I was completely bonkers but did admit that I would've been saying those words about 2 weeks before he'd been praying & felt like God was promising him a future with me. I'd always had this niggling feeling like it wasn't something for me as such... Now I'm convinced it was a message for DH - like a gift tag: "To you, God has answered."