To ask what is the strangest/creepiest thing that has ever happened to you?

[JudgeyHotPants]

I have two strange/creepy unexplained events that stick in my head.

The first happened when I was teenager, my DF ran his business from our family home and we had a phone/fax machine in the living room. Whenever we picked up the phone we could always hear a radio station playing very distantly on the other end. I'll never forget the time I picked up the phone to ring a friend and could hear Penny Lane playing!

The other is slightly more sinister. My DM and I were at home alone one evening, it was summer and still warm and I had the bedroom window open. I can remember hearing a loud crash in the garden, thought maybe the cat had knocked something over and thought little of it. Then my mum suddenly popped her head around the door told me that she was going to bed and that she'd "locked all of the doors". Thought it was an odd thing to say, but thought little of it. That night I was kept awake by the next door neighbours security light going on and off, and when I got up the next morning my DM pointed out that the garden ornaments and solar lights from next to the fence had been smashed.

That's when she told me that she to and heard the crashing sound the night before, and got up to investigate and when she looked through the kitchen window she was convinced she could see a person peering through the window, as as if they were standing next to it with their back against the wall and peeing in from the side, but wasn't sure if she was seeing things or not! She was scared enough to lock all of the doors, but not to ring he police it seems! Still freaks me out now! I'm sure someone was in our garden for whatever reason!

Years ago my dp, now dh and I and my dsis were driving through the countryside in the middle of the night, like you do as bored teenagers, when we saw a young man walking along the verge, he was very pale and was sort of punky looking, spiky bleached hair etc.I felt a bit sorry for him really, walking along in the middle of the night, so I asked dp to stop and give him a lift, we waited a few moments, but when I looked around he had disappeared.we all saw him, there were no gaps in the hedge, there was nowhere for him to go.we turned the car around and drove straight back home, where we all stayed up that night and tried to make sense of it.

Creepy rather than woo- when I was eighteen I had an argument with my dad on the way out one evening (be home by xx, no I'm eighteen I can do what I like blah blah blah). Being the lovely teenager I was back then I totally ignored my dads request, got dropped off well after 'curfew', let myself into the dark house and went straight up to bed.

Next morning my mum asks me who would've knocked on the door? Apparently she was awake when I came in, heard me go into my room and then someone knocked on the front door. She went down to check and there was nobody there, I hadn't heard a thing, shrugged it off and went to work.

That evening I got home to find the back end of the estate swarming with police as they had found someone beaten within an inch of their life and dumped down behind some flats about fifty meters from our house and a witness said they'd heard screaming at about the time I'd arrived home.

It's crossed my mind in more than one occasion that the attacker saw me going into my house and tried to get me back to the door or that maybe it was the victim seeking refuge.

Finding a very old artefact in the garden with my (very unusual) surname on it.

Regarding the strange noises of chaos and disaster that didn't actually happenen that people have talked about on here : as a child I frequently used to hear a train rumbling past our house in the middle of the night, which would be fine except the railway line near our house was disused and the tracks had long since been pulled up. One of my friends who lived a few streets away from me also used to hear it, never really thought about this again until now. Strange.

Love this thread. salmotrutta, more please! Intriguing!!

I was at work several years ago receiving a handover from a colleague who was a smoker. We were standing in a doorway, her outside and me I side when a resident walked past me and into the kitchen - I stepped aside for them to pass. I told my colleage I'd pop into the kitchen to give the person a hand and would be right back. She gave me a funny look and I stepped into the kitchen to find it was empty. I shot round the house to locate the residents but noone was near and noone was dressed in a yellow jumper and dark trousers. My colleague was baffled by my behaviour, she hadn't seen anyone.

Another time, same house, someone put their hand on my leg as I slept there on call one night. I woke up not at all scared thinking a resident was asking for assistance. The room was empty.

I had held a resident that lived there as they died some months before. Maybe it was connected or maybe I was having a spell of delirium?!

Apologies for typos, quite hard to post from my phone!

The stories about Fred West etc reminded me of a woman i used to work with who retired a few years ago. One day, in a very matter of fact way, because she was quite a blunt,straight talking person, she told me that when she was in her teens, she moved from Southend to up North, after her parents had died. She was staying with her grandmother and had gone to visit a friend.
She was walking back home early in the evening, when a woman stopped her in a car. She was smartly dressed and blonde. She asked for directions, then she asked her if she wanted a lift. The weather wasn't bad so she said no. The woman was alone in the car and it stuck in her memory because it was quite a poor area and there weren't many women drivers with their own cars about.
Soon after, Pauline Reade vanished on her way to a Dance. She lived across the road from my colleague's grandmother.
Forward a year or two and she opened the paper to see the famous mug shot photo of Myra Hindley and recognised the woman in the car.
She wasn't too upset when she told me this but i was creeped out!

My maternal grandfather was friend and acquaintance with a group of men who used to play cards once a week in the late 1940s in Notting Hill. They would take it in turns to host the games, but there was one man's house my grandfather hated to visit because of the smell. The group ended up having their weekly meetings in a pub instead, just to avoid this particular house.

That member of the group and the owner of the house was John Christie. He was arrested a few years later and the full horror of what went on in that house came to light.

This thread is awesome!

raltheraffe

Instinct and subconscious are both powerful but sometimes you don't know what they are telling you at the time.

I had a whole series of vivid dreams, over about three months, that my husband was leaving me. I mentioned them to him a few times, in the end he was getting quite annoyed with me about it.

Then he was diagnosed with cancer, with unusual symptoms that came on very suddenly, and died 11 months afterwards. The dreams stopped after he was diagnosed. What with everything I didn't think about the dreams and connect them with what happened until quite a long time afterwards.

I wasn't prone to having insecure type dreams or feelings about him, ever, over a long relationship, that's what made it so awful.

I spent the first 4 years of my life living in a bungalow. We mode out when I was four but stayed local. The new owners turned the house into a crèche. Years later when I was a teen, by chance I got a job in the crèche. I never got any bad vibes or anything in te crèche. The converted attic was a bit creepy when you went up alone (art supplies kept up there). Anyway one morning we had just opened and there was only one child in so far. I took her to the toilet which was beside the stairs leading up to the attic. It was still dark out as it was winter. The child pointed up the stairs and asked who the man was at the top of the stairs! She said he had a dog beside him! I was freaked out and just hurried her up, back into the kitchen. All the staff had a bit of a laugh about it for the day.

When I got home that evening, I forgot to mention it to my mam. After dinner she turned to me and said, 'I had this freaky dream about the crèche last night, I dreamt there was a man up in the attic and he was attacking sushi(our dog!)!

We all avoided the attic for a long time after that!!

Is it time for the vegetable biting ghost? Lord i've told this so many times on MN i don't think there'll be many left who haven't read it!

So - this is my best and oldest friend's story, not mine. (i would trust her with my life, she wouldn't bullshit, we've been friends for 30 years). We'll call her 'J'. When she and her younger brother were around 11 and 7 they lived in a house with a lot of strange noises and happenings. The worst was the one which happened every night - early hours of the morning there'd be the sound of slow footsteps dragging up the stairs and across the landing to her closed bedroom door. Then silence. Then the sound of them retreating downstairs again.

One night J was lying awake terrified, listening to the sounds. She hadn't spoken of it to her brother ever, as she didn't want to frighten him. This night her brother suddenly whispered 'i need the loo, J, but i'm too afraid of the thing on the stairs' !!!!!

... J told him to hold on, and she'd check the landing in a bit.

With all her courage she crept out onto the dark landing - nothing there. She decided to look over the banisters and down into the stairwell. Pitch black down there, except for a patch of moon light coming through the glass in the back door; J could make out a tallish, lumpy, thin hunched figure silhouetted there. It was bent over the veg. rack in the kitchen and was biting down hard on something in its hands! As she looked on in horror it started to slowly turn to look up at her and at that she belted back to her room, leaped into bed, and told her brother to stay put. The noises carried on night after night until they moved.

This gives me bloody goose pimples even now!

Was the veg showing bite marks the next day?

A year after leaving Uni (in York) my DH and I went to London for a weekend. We went to a pub next to Trafalger Square. We didn't know there was a Stop the War demonstration on. We were sat there and two friends from uni walked in, we were so shocked to see them as non of is lived in London. As we marvelled about the coincidence they rang their old housemate and another good friend of ours who we and they also hadnt seen since Uni. He then told them he had come to photograph the demo and he could see the pub we were all in from where he was standing and had been about to go in for a drink! So all of us Indrpendantly converged on the same pub in London at the same time.

I didn't move into the halls at university and stayed at home and commuted. After my second year I was putting all my books in to the loft as my bedroom was very small. As i came down from the loft a female voice said 'hello' as clear as day in a loud voice and said in a weary manner. I jumped out of my skin and assuming ot was my sister coming in I berated her for making me jump. There was no reply and when i searched the house and realised there was nobody there i fled and waited in the garden until she did return about 2 hours later!
Another one that's not as strange is my gm always used to hold on to my hand when we said goodbye at visits and would ask me to stay a bit longer. It was heartbreaking as she would have had me stay with her permanently if she could. Anyway she died a few years back and i had the most vivid dream of my life a few months later. She was in a house i used to pass on my way home from school and when i walked past she came out and waved me to come in. I said i couldn't as i needed to go (i don't know where but i knew i had to go). She took hold of my hand like she.used to and as i woke up i was in that half sleep half dream state where i could actually feel her hand in mine. Very strange but strangely comforting

My dad died 21 years ago at the very young age of 48. He had his first heart attack at age 33 (1978) so me and my siblings basically grew up with him being unwell although in every other way he was fit and healthy... if you saw him you wouldn't have thought he had been told by the doctors that he was on borrowed time and could drop dead watching the tv...( lovely caring bedside manner in the 70's!).

He spent a lot of time in cardiac intensive care and more than once my mum was told he wouldn't last the night and to gather the family together, only for my dad to pull through.

One night he came into my room and told me about a "dream" he had had whilst in hospital about being in a remote area of Scotland and he saw some ruins with an archway, he felt a strong urge to walk through the archway and saw a cowled figure ( like the grim reaper) beckoning him and as he was walking towards it he saw his grandmother and she was shouting at him to go back, it wasn't his time.

My dad was actually crying when he told me this and I know he wasn't given to flights of fancy ( why would anyone wake their 12/13 year old daughter up in the middle of the night to tell them something like that?) he was obviously shook up about it and trying to work it out in his own mind....we did used to have fabulous conversations about life after death and near death experiences.. he had had them before but this was the one that shook him up as it was the most "real"

After he died I mentioned it to my mum and we worked out that the time he said he had the dream he was actually in cardiac intensive care and had been very restless ( his kidneys were failing and he wasn't allowed any liquids bar an ice cube wrapped in muslin to wet his lips) and he was wired up to all sorts of machines and in the middle of the night he flat lined. The nurses all came running in to find my dad sitting up , covered in blood, having pulled all his monitor pads off and pulled out a needle/ pump thing that was going straight into his heart and was trying to find his slippers so he could go "home".

My dad and I spoke a few times about this before he died and he was of the mind that there really is "something" after we die and he was convinced his grandmother met him to tell him to go back. Also he asked that when he died we place a penny in his hand for "the ferryman" ( we gave him a 2 pence piece... just in case he met another soul without the fare.)

My dad died at home very suddenly and peacefully when I was 19 and the next day me and my sister were the only ones at home ( my brother was abroad) and whilst we were sat in the quiet of the living room we both heard my mum and dad's bed creak upstairs and the unmistakable sound of my dad coughing and his footsteps going into the bathroom and the door slamming and locking. We both looked at each other and said "did you hear what I've just heard? and we had both heard the same thing.

For the week after my dad died I was too freaked out to walk up the stairs at home as I could feel my dad's presence there. (this upset me a lot as I knew my dad would never scare me or harm me but it was a very,very strong presence) The heavy feeling in the house only went after the funeral and I am convinced he was there in the house until we had all said "Goodbye".

sorry for the length of this post. thank you if you made it to the end, I promise it is all true.

I would also like to say that I am convinced my dad came to "visit" my daughter when she was a few months old. I was already pregnant with my second child and awoke one night for no reason. It was pitch black in the room ( no outside light sources) and as I sat up in bed I looked over to my daughters cot that was right next to me. I looked at her and she was sound asleep and then realised the room was lit up when it shouldn't have been. I looked at the cot again and there was an orb the size of a tennis ball hovering above it. It was glowing with a weird phosphorescent light, and as I saw it I "knew" it was my dad coming to see his first born grandchild. I said "Dad, meet XXXX ( daughter's name) we love you and know you are still here."
The orb then moved from above the cot and landed on my left shoulder and then literally zoomed straight off through the wall ( it actually left little sparks as it went!) I sat there for a moment trying to figure out if it was real and then this feeling of peace and love just settled over me and I just went back to sleep. It was a very surreal experience but I know it did actually happen and I do believe my dad came back to see his granddaughter.

fluffy Maybe a tramp was letting himself into your house to steal food?

My DS1, as soon as he was old enough to vocalise, so from the age on 2.5 onwards, would tell me about his friends, Poin. There was a big Poin, and a little Poin. Little Poin was small, about the size of your hand, but big Poin was tall. Man height. Little Poin would hang about all day and DS1 would chatter nonsense to him, but Big Poin only came out at night. DS1 would tell me, in the morning, how Poin would come into his room at night and put his cold hands on DS1's back. Sometimes, he would take DS1 to a scary church with blue fire. He described Poin as being tall, dressed in white, with a white cape, and a rectangle mouth. We were living in a flat at the time, but moved out when DS1 was about 5 and that was when he stopped seeing Poin.

Freaked me the hell out. Was glad that one stopped.

I live in my late Aunts house, she didn't die here, but my uncle did. I have seen shadows, which are easily explained I suppose (still unnerving though), my son also used to point at 'the man' when we were the only two people at home.

When DS was 2 he got ill for the first time ever and I'd taken him to the doctor, when I got home and walked into the house I was greeted by the scent of cigarettes and Chanel- it's a smell that I always associated with my aunt. I remember saying out loud "don't worry DS is fine, it's just...." and the smell disappeared.

About 2 years ago, on what would have been my aunts birthday, I was in the bedroom hanging some clothes in the wardrobe. The light was very dim and yellow (energy bulb- takes a while to reach full brightness) and as I turned to hang something, a tiny ball of blue light appeared and then flew into the wardrobe. I've never seen anything like it again.

I was very close to my nan, she died after a relatively short, but nasty battle with cancer. I was extremely upset after her diagnosis and when she died I was inconsolable, but that was it. I don't remember really crying at her funeral just being numb and then soon after I started dreaming about her, or rather, I'd be dreaming and she would just pop up in my field of vision- occasionally I would talk to her but mostly she was just there.

Someone asked me how I was doing after a couple of months and I told her I was fine, I felt like she was still hanging around. I even mentioned it to my mother (youngest daughter) who remarked that my aunt (eldest) had dreamt about her too.

A little while after that, my aunt died very suddenly, and the dreams completely stopped.

Being a believer in all things woo, I think that my nan knew that my aunt was in ill health and hung around to make sure there was someone waiting for her when she passed.

I was in my local area and waved down my Asian friend whom I was talking from the drivers side she was standing by the post box she then left said bye to me and the old lady standing be hind her during the hole thing.
I went to pull out the lady said can you drop me home my leg I said fine she jumped in dropped her home.

I then text my friend saying I have dropped your mum off safe she rang me straight back asking me what I was talking about her mum was in Dubai I explained she told me the lady in the shop was some random lonely woman she had been talking to in the post office que hence her saying good bye but she didn't know her

My husband pissed himself with laughter so did my mate and they all shout can I have a lift my leg hurts every time I leave the house now