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

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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!

itsgoingtoreindeer, how strange, do you think the postcard could have been photo shopped? But why would they do that? How dOes the publication date of the postcard compare to DD's age?

This is second hand, but I absolutely trust the people who told me - they are serious, religious people. I was upstairs at the time and came down to find them in total shock.

A mother, some sisters and her niece were downstairs. The back story is that the niece's parents had tragically been shot dead some years earlier. Apparently, they were sitting at the table when the girl's dead father walked into the room. Not everybody at the table could see him, but those who could gave identical descriptions of what he did and how he looked. He went and stood behind his daughter and put his hands on her shoulders, lovingly.

The older women then began to pray and read the Bible, and after a couple of minutes the man walked out of the house.

Like I say, I absolutely believe the women who told me this story minutes later. Very creepy, but perhaps slightly reassuring too in a weird sort of way.

When I met my ex husband,his daughter was 3 at the time.She used to stay with us every weekend.She repeatedly told us that she had another mummy-not the one she lived with but another one before her-and she also had 2 brothers but the mummy had to kill them because she couldn't feed them all.She even told us that she had stabbed them and buried them in the woods.......She also complained that she couldn't sleep properly because the man in her room wanted to play all the time.

I had a friend who was interested in the supernatural.She was told that if she left a tape recorder running at night, or when the house was empty, then she may be able to pick up any spooky noises.
To make sure it was recording properly, she left it recording for a couple of hours that evening when she had a couple of friends round.During the recording, she was trying to tell one of the friends where she had left something;this item was in the kitchen,and she stumbled over the word 'kitchen'.
Anyway,when she played it back-and I heard it-during the part where she stumbles,you can clearly hear a male voice hissing "kitchen".

Not me but my great aunt, when she was about 15 her and a friend were walking to school when a black limo stopped next to them and the occupent asked for directions, GA amd friend hopped in the limo to show them the way. It was Jimmy Savile. GA said he didn't do anything creepy and seemed genuinely nice!

This thread has been a bit woo for me. Hopefully my third attempt at posting will work (without 'hopefully' being changed to HopEvilly!) I have been watching this thread and checking for posts several times a day, giving it up for dead this afternoon as the last post was Pandora37 on Mon 29-Dec-14 at 15:27:03. Tonight it has shown up in active convos and when opened showed posts continuing daily since Pandora's post! Not sure what has been happening but the ether hasn't wanted me to post either!

This thread has been a bit woo for me. Hopefully my third attempt at posting will work (without 'hopefully' being changed to HopEvilly!) I have been watching this thread and checking for posts several times a day, giving it up for dead this afternoon as the last post was Pandora37 on Mon 29-Dec-14 at 15:27:03. Tonight it has shown up in active convos and when opened showed posts continuing daily since Pandora's post! Not sure what has been happening but the ether hasn't wanted me to post either!

Then it inexplicably posts twice!

When I was about 9 I was in the bath, my Mum was downstairs but everyone else was out. The bathroom door was ajar. All of a sudden I saw the door open a bit and a face pop around the side of the door. It looked like an older child but no one I recognised. I screamed, jumped up and out of the bath, shut the door and wrapped myself in a towel. As I came out of the bathroom my mum was coming to the door after hearing my screams. She swears there was no one else in the house and no one had come past her.

Another time I was younger, in the bath again. No one else in apart from my Mum who was standing next to the bath doing her make up in the bathroom mirror. All of a sudden the toilet roll that had been on the floor down the side of the toilet, nowhere my Mum could reach we t shooting across the landing at speed. It was like someone had thrown it with force.

Talking of people being visited before they die - my stepsister told me before her father died, for about a week, he claimed every night when he went to bed there was a ltitle girl in white sat on the edge of his bed. He was freaked out about it and told anyone who'd listen. He had been a very rational, intelligent man with no mental health issues. He died that week - very suddenly, at work. Totally unexpected as he was only in his 40s and had had no previous symptoms (something like an embolism if I remember right).

The bathroom one reminded me of one told me by my ex. He rented out his flat, the ground floor in a Victorian house converted into three flats and he lived somewhere else, a few streets away. One night he got a panicky phone call from his tenants, around 2am - saying they'd just seen a really sinister looking man appear in the bathroom when one of them was in the bath. Literally just appear out of nowhere - and it was a tiny bathroom so they'd have been within a metre or two of him, wherever he was. They moved out the next day. Didn't owe rent, and weren't doing a moonlight flit.

Even before he told me this story I would never take a bath in there without propping the door open. I used to hate going to the toilet in the night. The room was at the back of the house, ground floor so it can't have been a bathroom originally - probably part of a scullery or something.

when my mum died I was 17 - my dad and sister were also in the house although my sister is younger. She collapsed and died virtually instantly (her heart just stopped) .

I was in my bedroom and went out to see what the crash was and before I even knew what was happening i heard a voice shout "call an ambulance" no explanation or anything but I just knew from the tone that I HAD to do it so i grabbed the phone and called. When they asked me what had happened I had no idea!

a couple of minutes later I again heard - go next door and get help (my mum was stuck in the bathroom and my dad couldn't get in. So I ran next door and we DID need help mainly because my dad needed me and my sister looked after a little while he dealt with what was going on. The family next door who we had never met were lovely and took us over while the ambulance and undertaker came and really helped me and especially my sister cope with everything and we didnt see any of the less pleasant parts of it all.

The strange thing is that to this day - both my dad and sister swear that no one actually either called an ambulance OR told me to go next door. I dont remember whose voice it was but according to my dad I called the ambulance as he was only just getting to the room my mum was in and he would never have said go next door because we didnt even know who lived there.

The final strange part was that the couple next door were pretty elderly and didnt have much in the house suitable for a couple of teenagers - but the woman pulled out an old cassette and said "this must be my daughters dont know where it came from" and it was a simon and garfunkel song my mums absolute favourite and one we had listened to many times over my childhood, but not exactly popular in 2001 which is when this all happened!

I really wonder if my mum was watching over us trying to make things easier just one last time.

oh the other strange thing in my mum died exactly 100 years after my great grandmother - 2nd feb 1901 and 2nd feb 2001.

I have a friend who, years ago, dreamed that he was stood looking at his own headstone. It said 4 March on it but problem was he couldn't see the year! So now every year he's a little nervous in early March...

Oh I have another woo story about a family member. About 14 years ago my grandfather's sister rang her nephew and nieces one Wednesday and told them they'd better come and visit her on Saturday as she was going to die on Sunday. They laughed it off and told her she'd live for a long time yet and that they'd come and visit her in a few weeks time instead. They felt pretty bad on Monday morning when my grandfather rang to say his sister had died of a heart attack the night before!

I have loads but the one that stands out happened in May 2008.

I went in to a bakery by my home and a women came in after me. She started talking to the person behind the counter talking about how she could sence twins and one was in trouble. After she left the server explained she was from the spiralist church and that she did have twin girls that worked there as Saturday helps. But i couldnt shift the feeling she was talking about me.

A week later i found out i was pg for the first time. At 6 weeks i had a bleed and a scan showed an area of bleeding oppersite the sac with a heart beat. I went on to have a healthy baby boy but i cant help wonder if he was ment to have a twin.

When at Uni i had a boyfriend that i moved in with but the relationship was not working out. He chose to go on holiday with his family and i was not invited. I was a little but out by this so was upset and alone in a strange house in a twon where i didnt know anyone.

On the second day of being on my own i had this vision (i just know) that my boyfriend had been in a car crash. I had no phone so there was no way to contact me. I decided to get on a train and go to my parents house in a different part of the country.

When i got there my mum was surprised but happy to see me. I told her what had spooked me and she laughed it off. Two hours later their house phone rand and it was my boyfriends stepmother calling to say he had a car crash as they where turning on to the road the villa was in France and he was in icu in a French hospital. She was surprised that i answered the phone as i wasnt ment to be there and she had worried about telling me.

I still split with him three months later but it spooks me out thinking about that phone call.

Posted this one on here previously:

I was working as a Nanny for 2 kids in a 5 storey Georgian house. Their parents went away and I stayed over night with the children.

I was woken at around 2am to hear footsteps clattering up and down the stairs and children giggling. I got out of bed expecting to see the little boy and girl on the landing but they weren't, they were fast asleep in their beds.

I was a bit freaked out but assumed I'd dreamt the whole thing and went back to bed. 5 mins later the footsteps and giggling start again but this time it's being registered by the baby monitor and the sensor lights are flashing up and down.

I get out of bed, no sign of any children but it was absolutely freezing. The two children were still asleep but I was shitting myself so I lifted them both in to my bed where they slept peacefully as I listened to the running and giggling for the rest of the night. All of it was captured on the baby monitor so I knew it wasn't my imagination.

When I was telling this to the Nanny that worked next door the next day, the kitchen was filled with the sound of a woman laughing. The two of us heard it and we legged it. I never told my bosses, I kind of thought that telling them would serve no purpose. Really scared me though.

We are generally a pretty un-woo family but my mum does have one story regarding her Uncle Tom, who died shortly after my second brother was born. My brother was one of the first people diagnosed with a metabolic condition at birth which was thought to lead to severe learning disabilities, similar to PKU, if a very rigorous and specific diet was not followed in childhood. My mum was very anxious about the whole thing; my brother was a terrible cryer, and she also had my eldest brother who was only one, so she was very upset and getting little sleep.

One night she brought DB2 downstairs for his bottle and saw her uncle sitting in the armchair. She knew Uncle Tom was dead - she'd been to his funeral - and initially felt very frightened. She said she realised that he was trying to tell her it would all be ok. It was; research has shown that this condition has no significant effect on sufferers and my brother is fine.

I asked her if she thought she'd seen a ghost. She said, "I don't know, but I saw him."

I went to visit a friend who keeps cats. Lots of cats, all well kept and is a breeder friend. It was a long drive and I was bringing 2 of my cats with me for her to look over (show reasons, I am not as experienced as her and wanted her opinion on my kittens and how to improve the breed etc).

My granddad has agreed to drive me there, as we left, from the window I saw a figure stood in the middle of a field. At first I thought it was a person in a costume, they had a black robe, couldn't see their face. As the car drove past they watched us. I got a sick feeling I have never experienced before and told my granddad to slow the car down. When he asked why I said I had just seen "Death" in the field. He believed me because he slowed down and I must have been sheet white.

A few days later my cats became unwell. They had contracted a virus while visiting the breeder (a common virus that is usually fine and 90% of cats carry, but when it mutates becomes incurable and takes them very quickly). My 2 boys died 3 weeks later.

I know it sounds like utter crap, I am totally aware it makes me sound mentally unstable. I promise it is true though.

I've posted this on other threads, but here goes:

The morning after my mum's very sudden death, our DS was keen to talk about her visiting him. Of course we thought he meant all the times she came to the house, so talked about those happy times hoping to soothe him. He got more and more frustrated at our lack of understanding, and eventually blurted out, "no mummy, grandma came to visit me last night "

I guess I'll never know, but they were very close and if mum was going to visit anyone for a final goodbye, I totally accept it would be him ...

This thread is brilliant. Keep em coming!! I have none.

I know! This thread is so addictive I don't want it to stop! Although I have to admit I did have the complete crap scared out of me reading that one about the silent cylindrical shadow floating across the starry sky!!! dont know why - I just found it really chilling.

Anyway, I have one weird one which I've not thought about in years:

When I was about p6 I think it was I went to Guides and the meetings were held in my primary school gym hall attached to the building. One night we were all sat listening to a talk about something when there was the most almighty BANG and I remember feeling the whole hall seemed to shudder (we were sitting on the floor). It happened a couple of times I think. Anyway, the leaders went off to investigate i think they were maybe thinking there was an open window that the wind had caught and made it bang against the building.

It wasn't that and I don't know to this day what it was or what the leaders thought about it themselves but I just don't see what would've made a bang so loud as to be felt through the whole hall??

Reading this thread reminded me of this (I'd forgotten) and so I googled my old school to see if maybe the village had been bombed in the war. It had a couple of hits but it's unclear if the actual site of the school was involved.

More recently: a few months ago I was looking for a particular toy of DS's and getting quite annoyed at not being able to find it. I looked in loads of places and then gave up and went to do something else. When I came back to the living room i saw it straight away as it was lying to the side of the entrance between the living room and kitchen. Our house is tiny and I would've had to have stepped over it a few times when looking so don't see how I managed to miss it. I felt straight away that it was very weird but I dismissed it as the living room was a bit of a toy midden and so maybe could be selective blindness. But I still think it's interesting that my first thought was "oh that's a bit weird, that was NOT there before" rather than "duh! How did I miss that?"

Place marking!!!

This is one of my mums woo tails.

In September 1964 my dm was in a maternity ward in an old building just outside Llangollen in North Wales. It was late at night as it was dark out and my dm was only one of four women on the ward.

My mum had been there a few days already and had complained to the midwife of the noise at night from the ward above but nothing came of it. Then on this one night my mum heard someone on the floor above push a trolley so hard along the floor that it broke the light fitting which fell to the floor and smashed glass all over.

The midwife came running in and my mum told her what happened. The midwife and the caretaker went up to the next floor to investigate. They came back and told my mum that the ward was shut off as they were all moving to the new hospital in Wrexham but they had broken thru the door in case there was someone up there.

They found no evidence of anyone up there and no trolley and the only entrance/exit was the one they had to brake the door to get in. The midwife told my mum she must have dreamed it and the light was just a coincidence. Then the other mother in the next bed also confirmed my mums story and told them she had been hearing footsteps, talking and loud bangs coming from the floor above at night.

Both my mum and the other mother discharged themselves the next morning.

This is a nice thing, strange but not that creepy.

I lived overseas for a couple of years and I often used to come home late from work. I lived alone but about once a week I would be watching TV or in the shower when I would hear someone calling my name. Not a shout, just as if they were in the same room and wanted to get my attention. It always sounded just like my mum.

It wasn't the TV as the full version of my name isn't used (and is unpronounceable) in that country. I thought it be my colleague who lived next door, but she always called me by my nickname, not the full version, and swore blind she didn't just wander around saying my name . In the end I just put it down to being overworked.

I was talking about it to my mum one day, she asked me what time I usually heard it, we compensated for the time difference and worked out that when it happened, she was in her meditation class and was focusing her energy on different friends and family by repeating their name.

TL;DR - my mum was psychically communicating with me over a distance of 6000 miles. Cheaper than a phone call but slightly more disturbing