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!

Years ago I answered the phone and a woman asked to speak to "Mike Tango" (my DH's name). I said "sorry he's at work, can I take a message?" She replied that she thought she'd phoned his office. I said "no, this is his home".

She seemed shocked and said "that can't be his home, I'm at his home. I'm his wife!" I said "You can't be his wife - I'm his wife!" We were both saying "No I'm his wife" "No I'm his wife".

Turned out her DH had the same name as mine, and his office number was one digit different to my home number. Have to say it shook us both up for a while as we each thought our DH was leading a double life.

Oh I forgot to mention the very woo thing that happened to rather non-woo friend but it's a bit too long-winded to type out on the iPad. I shall be back once I've got my laptop to hand!

My Mother claims to be able to tell when a room or place is haunted from the hairs on the back of her neck standing up and a certain odour in the air. She refuses to go into some national trust buildings and castles. But the most strangest place she has this feeling is the entrance to the NatWest Bank in Wrexham. I have never looked into this but as a child I always thought it funny as I could see her stiffen up just at the entrance but she was fine once she was in the building! She told me she didn't see any thing there it was just a feeling.

She also told me that a man in a top hat was in the office building where she use to work and she would see him on the top floor when she was locking up at night.

She was a cleaner and would work early in the morning and late at night for different businesses in town. One morning at 5am in summer as it was light my mum and two other women watched a green glowing object in the sky for more than 30 minutes. It was stationary for most of that time then zoomed off away from them and just disappeared.

Another time I bumped into a friend I hadn't seen for a while. She told me that a few days earlier she'd heard me talking to my dad on the phone, but through her landline.

She had been eating her breakfast when she suddenly heard voices coming from her phone next to her on the kitchen table. (She lived a couple of miles from me). She picked the phone up and said she could hear me as clear as if I was sitting next to her, and she could tell I was talking to my dad by his speech pattern, although she couldn't hear what he was saying. My dad lived 30 miles away. She told me some of the things she overheard and it was obvious she had definitely heard me.

Good thing it was just general chit chat and nothing personal!

Cariad please do comeback and tell us your friends story!

I often have déjà vu's, and can remember dreaming the event that gives the déjà vu feeling. The most memorable of these was when I was at primary school, maybe about seven and we were all taking it in turns to have a go on a potter's wheel. It was a hot day in summer, and the wheel was set up at the back of the classroom by the open fire escape door, with the playground and playing field outside. I got my turn in the afternoon, and I remember vividly standing at the potter's wheel feeling the clay, looking out over the sunny playing field. I kind of went into a day dream and dreamt about a room with red velvet sofas, with a man kissing a blond haired girl. I found it horrifying, it really scared me. I remember telling my teaching about it. It was really vivid and I felt very tired and sad after.

When I was seventeen I had moved away from home and was at college. I was head over heels in love with a guy fro the year above me. We'd kissed a few times, and I thought he was in love with me too. All tortuous teenage stuff. One night I was invited to a house party and went with a friend. Went in the house and the hall and kitchen were really busy, so went into the living room where the guy I was in love with was kissing a blonde girl on a red sofa. Exactly the same room. Exactly the same. I burst into tears and ran off. Took me a long time to get. Over that. Freaked out and heartbroken.

Okay, so my friend "Mike" swears that this happened to him on a school camping trip.

They had camped downhill of where the school coach that brought them to the campsite was and Mike and his friends happened to look out of their tents one night and spot a strange light around where the coach was. Being 16 year old boys, they decided to investigate. They climbed up the hill to the coach and as they got closer they realised the light was coming from what looked like a small orb. At this point Mike's friends got a bit nervous and decided they'd head back to their tent. Mike however wasn't scared off so easily. He hid around the side of the coach and peered around and saw a small metal circular object spinning around the coach. He couldn't figure out what it was so tried to get closer but then says that at that point he got the feeling that whatever it was suddenly sensed that he was there because before he knew it, it was heading his way!

Mike then decided he needed to GTF out of there so started running back down the hill towards his tent. He didn't look behind him but says he could sense that this object was following him and rapidly catching up to him. He then saw his friend looking out of their tent and dived in, quickly zipping it up behind him. His friend was actually shaking with shock and Mike couldn't figure out exactly why. It wasn't til a couple hours later that his friend told him. He said that as he looked out and saw Mike running down the hill he saw what looked like a giant man-shaped shadow lurking over Mike as he ran! What this was, they really couldn't figure out but came to the conclusion that it was aliens.

Now, I know this sounds unbelievable but Mike isn't a liar or a fantasist, and nor has he ever been into drink or drugs! Additionally he said that this friend who saw the creature had curly hair up until this night and it then went straight! Whether this had anything to do with shock is debatable, but Mike's mother knew this kid too and swears that his hair went from curly to straight overnight.

The missing/reappearing toy one reminded me of my DHs experience in his family home when he was a late teen.

He had a big blingy gold necklace which was worth a fortune, and he misplaced it. Hunted about for it all over the house with no luck. Weeks later, while alone in the house (parents and siblings on hols) he turned around in the kitchen one day to find the necklace on the work top. It was coiled around and around in a spiral, beautifully and perfectly, flat, like a snake.

W.e.i.r.d

I smelt my newly deceased Step Dads old Holburn tobacco in an empty room 3 weeks after he'd passed away as if he'd just lit a roll up. I also saw the back end of my rescue dogs dead litter mate walking down my stairs. My DP decided to buy one of those REALLY annoying wireless doorbells that play 101 tunes....badly! my husband who i was separated from but remained good friends with always used to comment 'that f&king bell' (jokingly) whenever he visited and walked in.... a few days after DH passed away we awoke one morning to find doorbell system box shattered to a million pieces (think sledge hammer) with not a piece on the floor but piled up next to what was left of the battery circuit!! Unfortunately said doorbell was still an available line so DP ordered another .

I went to Paris once and was sharing a hotel with my brother. It was very hot and we had the balcony door open. During the night I woke up absolutely paralysed, concious I was in the hotel room but with something like a big bundle of rags, a monster made out of rags, like a mummy but wrapped up looser, sitting on my chest. I was so terrified I couldn't move or pass out and fainted from the shock. I woke later, I've wondered if it was a night terror, but if it was a dream how come I dreamed I fainted? Very odd.

Also I grew up in an old victorian house. I often used to see and hear weird things which my parents used to dismiss, but long after I moved out they admitted they had also seen and heard strange things but denied it because they didn't want to scare me. The scariest was when I was in my bedroom smoking on my bed. I couldn't find my cigarettes anywhere, so I took my duvet and pillow off, threw them on the floor, then pushed a few books and other belongings off the bed, I scooted about in the stuff in the floor but still couldn't find my cigarettes and decided to go downstairs to get another packet and left the mess in my room. Nobody else was in the house, I went downstairs and got another packet from the kitchen, went back upstairs and my bed was neatly made with the duvet and pillow in the correct places, the books and other items I'd pushed of the bed were neatly arranged in a pyramid, with the packet of cigarettes at the top with a folded out compact mirror making the point of the pyramid. I very quickly got dressed and went out!

The worst though was not supernatural. When I was 17 at sixth form waiting at a bus stop a man kept driving past and eventually stopped his car and tried to convince me to get in by pretending he was a taxi driver. I refused and eventually he went away. I went back home and told my father but he just got really angry at me and accused me of making up stories as an excuse not to go to school (my family were really, really not very nice to me as I grew up). And so it never got reported to the police. Years later when Levi Bellfield was arrested I recognised him immediately as the person who had tried to get me into his car. He went on to kill 3 people including Milly Dowler. I still feel angry at my parents for not reporting it as a I wonder if he could have been stopped. I take comfort in knowing that although he was committing crimes at this time it was almost impossible the police would have caught him as he was skilled at getting untraceable cars and getting rid of them if he'd done something which might have been reported, but still....

This is a recent one.....
For christmas.DD's friend gave her a lovely silver bracelet with a chunky silver locket hanging from it. DD went to town with DS to spend a bit of xmas money, and when they got back, DD was really upset because she'd lost the locket while they were in town;she knew it was on there because she was fiddling with it on the bus on the way to town.
A week later, I was cleaning out the conservatory;I'm a childminder and it's used as a toy/playroom.On one side of the room is a floor to ceiling shelf unit-there's a gap of about half an inch between the top of the unit and the ceiling. I wanted to clean the top so as I can't reach the top,DH pulled the unit from the top so that it leant towards me. DD's locket slid off the top onto the floor.......

Someone mentioned green orbs earlier......my mum lives in a first floor flat, and insists that, on several occasions she has seen a green orb hovering outside her bedroom window.

Mum again-she wears a gold locket with tiny photos of herself and my late dad in.She used to take it off every night, and lay it, undone,on her bedside cabinet.She now wears it all the time because she was fed up of waking up the next morning,and finding the necklace on the dressing table with the clasp done up!She reckons it's my dad playing tricks!

Not terribly spooky as such but we have a "troublesome bathroom".

We had the bathroom refurbished in 2007 and it has given us nothing but trouble. Here are the things that have happened:

The tiles on the floor just unexplainably cracked all along the middle. It was almost as if there was something in the floor below, a joist or something, pushing up on it or something but the builder had a look and there was nothing, no explanation for it whatsoever. He tiled over them and that has been fine since.

A toilet seat slipped out of my hand when I was cleaning it, it was only a few inches from where it sits but it smashed to smitherines as if it was made of glass, even though it was made of heavy plastic.

The ceiling fan stopped working, so the builder came to fix it and it stopped working again. Then a light randomly stopped working and neither the builder or the electrician have been able to work out why and we have sort of given up on it.

A tap randomly died and stopped working which we had replaced.

Some component of the power shower stopped working and was replaced under warranty.

The glass of the shower door exploded into tiny pieces (safety glass) one day after I had a shower. I'm sure DH doesn't believe me when I say I didn't do anything to it, like move it or fall against it or whatever.

The ceiling paint would just fall off the ceiling. Possibly due to the fact that the fan didn't work for quite a while and in fact the plasterer had polished it a bit too much so the paint wouldn't stick to it, and we had it re-skimmed when we had the next bathroom done and its been okay since, but no amount of primer or special paint or anything would get it to stick to it.

The toilet broke and got fixed.

Its literally been one thing after another. Its not that the builder who did it is bad, he's done our other 2 bathrooms with absolutely no trouble at all.

Its weird that all these things have happened which is bad luck for want of a better explanation, yet none of them cost us any money - even the shower door exploding turned out fine because I rang the manufacturer to enquire about buying new glass and they said they'd give us glass (which turned out to be an upgraded version because the old one was out of circulation) as a "goodwill gesture" which is amazing as it was about £1200 worth of glassware.

The builder retiled for free, all the other stuff was covered under warranty or whatever.

The bathroom from hell!

aermingers Fri 02-Jan-15 14:41:55

I had a creepy day about 20 years ago when I was still living in my home town (Melbourne). I was sitting on a tram that was going through the city centre to head back to a place called South Yarra. At the Collins street stop I saw a really good friend from primary school all grown up sitting there waiting for a tram through the window.

Then at Batman Avenue I saw a really significant ex boyfriend from High school standing talking with a group of his mates.

Then a few stops down at Domain I saw my favourite teacher from primary school AND my next door neighbour from a quite far away suburb I had grown up in, both at the same stop!

By this time I was absolutely freaking out - I was thinking "I'm going to die tonight or something".

Obviously I didn't and nothing happened and really I can only put it down to extreme co-incidence! But extreme co-incidences do happen. And can explain a lot of weirdness. I read about a church that once burned down after an electrical explosion. It was going to have a choir practice there that night but all 15 members of the altos or whoever it was doing their practice had been held up, delayed, taken ill, or been unable to attend for 15 different reasons!

Bizarre.

Lol TattyDevine, was your ex named Bruce Wayne by any chance?

Lol it was worse than that!

When I was a child, my Labrador used to sleep on my feet in bed. Our house was 400 years old (bits had been added on to the main part later, but my room was above the very oldest room). We lived in a very remote area - no people around, only elderly neighbours, etc.
One night, when I was about ten, she woke me up in the early hours of the morning, staring at a corner of the room and growling really intently. I was a very anxious child, so I stroked her and tried to get her to stop, but she kept staring and growling and I was absolutely terrified! She really seemed to be defending me from something When I finally plucked up the courage to reach and turn the light on, there was no-one there, no-one awake in the house, no chance of anyone being anywhere, really! I still have dreams about that room, and about it being haunted. Even in my sleep, I'm really scared of it.

See Ladylily, whenever i feel spooked for no reason as usual, I assess my Labradors like I do air hostesses in turbulence!

When my grandma was a child during the war, they had a shelter in the garden. One particular time the air raid siren sounded and usually they would go straight out into the shelter. For some reason my Grandma's aunty refused to leave the house and get into the shelter, so the whole family stayed in the house. A bomb fell on the shelter and exploded. As they'd all stayed in the house they were all ok.

Just remembered another one! Along the lines of extreme co-incidences:

Me & DH lived in a flat for about 7yrs before we moved out 3yrs ago. Across the hall lived a guy and his younger bro (I'll call john smith) who were both really nice blokes & we often chatted if we ran into one another. Just before we moved out john's longtime girlfriend was moving in (older bro was moving out).

In the last few months I've been parking on the road outside our old flat for walking to work and one day I looked up and thought "I wonder if john still lives there? I wonder if he got married to that girl in the end?"

Well a short time later I just so happened to be speaking to my work colleague about this and turned out he knew who I was talking about! My colleague and his bro went to the same school (in rural Scotland) as this John and his bro, AND my colleague's bro is good friends with john.

Such good friends in fact that he was the stand-in best man (not sure what the story was there) at john & his girlfriend's wedding...which had happened only just recently!

AND then another work colleague of mine said to me a couple of days later "hey I met someone at a BBQ recently who knows you and [DH]".
It was John!
So as my colleague knows me fairly well john got a brief update about me & DH too.

It was as if I'd asked the universe a question and then got given the answer! The world is so small really isn't it?

Oh and john didn't live at the flat anymore. So that answered that!

I've written about this before so have copied and pasted from another thread. I really don't mean to cause any offence, so apologies if anyone thinks it's 'off' to write about this. It was - in retrospect - an extremely creepy - and dreadful - premonition kind of thing:

"I had a horribly unsettling experience when I attended my son's school assembly - he was 5. As I filed in with all the other parents the children were already sat in the hall and this horrid thought suddenly came completely unbidden into my head, which was "if someone came in here now with a gun they'd all be sitting ducks and it'd be so easy to kill them" .... it actually made me feel sick and disgusted with myself, and I felt ashamed to have thought such a thing. But I couldn't get it out of my head while I sat there.

The news about Dunblane started to break not that long after I got home and I don't know, I felt very disturbed for a long time because my 'deja vu', or whatever it was, seemed far too much of a coincidence, especially given my son was the same year as those poor children. I don't know what happened, and nothing would have been served by me trying to 'alert' anyone because there was nothing I could usefully report. I think, looking at the timescale that my thought was at about the same time the tragedy was taking place. I still get very teary thinking about it - not "just" the tragedy, obviously, because that goes without saying - but that somehow, I genuinely believe I had some sort of 'warning', albeit a useless one."

I had a similar one today. Last night I was watching the Gilmore Girls, which is my comfort food tv, and it was the episode where Richard Gilmore has a heart attack and a thought flashed into my mind "I wonder if he is still alive in real life?". And then was reading the news online this afternoon and it anmounced that the actor who plays him died on Wednesday-weird.

Similar to u32ng's post, not catsmothers. Mine is a very silly and unimportant coincidence!

I had a funny coincidence happen to me that really made me see it's a small world.

DP and I were on holiday in the States, the first part of which was a camping trip with a small group of people that we'd never met before. The people were from all over the world, a really diverse group. We had a great time, and really enjoyed the company of our new companions. The camping trip ended and we carried on with our holiday.

By coincidence, a friend from home (UK) was also visiting the States, and we had pre-arranged to meet up with him as our paths crossed mid-holiday. As we chatted about our experiences of our respective holidays so far, we told our friend about our camping trip and some of the lovely people we met. I mentioned one particular guy also from the UK who was travelling with his son, as we particularly liked them and said "Yeah, he had a funny name too (and said his name)".

Friend said "Oh my god, I know him!". Friend had taught his son, was good friends with the family and knew them both very well.

What are the chances of that? And if he hadn't had a funny name, I'd never have mentioned it, and we'd never have known!

It's a funny old world eh!