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!

DodgedAnAsbo's story - Imagine it from the point of view of the other person!

A few years ago, the first summer after we moved here (from a couple of hundred miles away) we had a couple of really hot weeks and I had taken to taking the dog out for his big walk in the evening as it was cooler.

I'd set off across the fields at the back of my house, through a little wood, and then along a path which went along a cliff, down on to the beach.

One night, walking along the cliff path towards the beach I could see a figure in the distance walking towards us. Dog was off lead and happily charging around. I kept an eye on the figure and the dog, ready to grab dog (he was harmless but still a puppy really and could make a nuisance of himself bouncing around), as the figure got closer I could see it was a man pushing a bicycle. Suddenly, the dog glued himself to the back of my legs, growling, I glanced down at dog who was hackles raised, staring fixedly into the distance where this man was so I clipped his lead on and stood back up when I noticed the man had gone. Dog relaxed and we continued on our way. I knew that some of the locals went night fishing down on the beach and the dog had a bit of a thing about bikes so I didn't think much more of it. Kept seeing him on and off at different points along the path, but he always seemed to disappear at around the same place, where I just assumed there was a path or something down to the beach. Then the weather broke and I went back to walking dog during the day.

A few weeks later I was out walking along the cliff path down to the beach with dog again, when it occurred to me there was no path, it was thick undergrowth and then the cliff fell away quite steeply.

That winter there were a lot of cliff falls and the path was closed (it's completely gone now) so I never saw him again

This is a non-spooky one but I like it all the same!

I went to university in London, having moved up from Brighton; in my first week living there, I was sitting in the front left-hand seat on the top deck of a bus going round the corner from Oxford Street into Tottenham Court Road, I looked down as we went round and there standing on the corner checking his mobile was Stephen Fry.

Ten years later, I moved back from Brighton to London again for a job; in my first week of living there, I was sitting in the front left-hand seat on the top deck of a bus going round the corner from Oxford Street into Tottenham Court Road, I looked down as we went round and there standing on the corner checking his mobile was ... Stephen Fry!

When I was 10 my best friend at school was a girl, lets call her Lilly. She was lovely and I wanted to be just like her, lovely dark glossy hair always looked clean and tidy. I always looked like I'd fought a bear and then went for a swim in a swamp but I diverse
We left my home country and moved to England when I was 11yrs old and despite promises to write (before email) we never quite managed to keep in touch.

Fast forward to when I was 21yrs old, a close friend of mine lets call her Stacy went on holiday to Greece. During the course of the holiday she and her dp got chatting to a couple staying at the same hotel having recognised that their accent was similar to mine.
Stacy talked about me to the couple and had a picture of me and big group of our friends and showed the couple, the girl then pointed at me and said "is her name Frizzcat?". Stacy was really shocked and a bit freaked and long story short it was my friend Lilly from all those years ago.

I have one of those close call stories. I was about 8 or 9 and we were on holiday in Greece. I had made friends with a German girl, despite no shared language we played together all the time as kids do.

One day we were playing outside the main entrance of the hotel, then decided to go and get a drink, we mimed this at the same time. A couple of minutes later the big glass doors at the front of the hotel shattered. If we had still been there we would have been cut to ribbons.

My Dad (Civil Engineer) said that it was caused by stress and that the whole building was a bit dodgy.
A few years later the whole place did in fact come down in an earthquake.

I do wonder if "something" prompted us to leave in time....

marking my place!

Ok. I'm back to tell my other story.

I grew up in council flat. We were ground floor and 8 in a block. My bedroom was at the bottom of the hall nearest the communal hallway and the stairs up to the other flats.

I can't remember when it started but I would say my first memories of it would be when I was around 5 years old. Every night around 3am in the morning I would be awoken with a loud bang. (Like someone dropping a bowling ball onto concrete). The noise sounded like it was coming from above my room but on the communal stairway 1/2 landing.
After the initial bang I would then hear a bowling ball rolling across the ground. Then it would bump down three stairs and the noise would stop. After a couple of minutes the same thing would happen again and again. After it done this 14 times the noise would stop.

Then the same thing would happen again at 4am then at 5am.

This happened every single night for years. I was terrified to go to bed at night as a child but my mum didn't believe me and thought I was just playing up because I didn't want to go to sleep. I would frequently sneak out of bed and go sleep on the couch in the livingroom to get away from it. I always made sure my bed was against the wall furthest away from the side of the room nearest the sound and as a teenager I took to listening to music on my personal stereo to block the sound out, but even up full volume I could still hear the ball in the distance.

Eventually one night I had a friend stay over when I was about 11 or 12 and she heard the noise. I was so relived that someone else finally heard it as I was beginning to think after all these years I was imagining things. She was so freaked by it and never came for a sleepover again. I was happy with that to be honest as it meant all the sleepovers were at her house and away from the sound. She had said to her it sounded like someone dragging a ball and chain.

We moved house when I was 15 and I was glad to see the back of the place.

I've had a think over the years what the noise might have been and can't come up with an explanation. The flat upstairs from us was forever changing tenants. I can't think of a single family that lived there for longer than 6 months. I wonder if they had experienced anything strange and that's why they didn't stick around long. Also the set up of these flats was that there was a corridor to the communal back garden, in the other blocks of flats on the street there we 4 lockable storage rooms (called cellars here in Scotland but not below ground). Anyway every other block of flats on the street had these but for some reason ours were bricked up. I wonder if a body or something was behind one of those doors.

I have also recently discovered that the buildings were built in the 1940's by german and Italian prisoners of war. Maybe that's just coincidence but I can help but wonder if it's somehow related.

So that's my creepy story. I don't like talking about it that much. I kind of wish I had a mobile phone back then so I could have recorded the sound and maybe then people would have believed me.

I also realise if that friend is reading this the I have just outed myself!

I like DodgedanAsbo's story - I thought it was a joke! The second guy who fell in the grave thought SHE was the ghost, and so he got out of that 6 foot deep hole!

Ah I get it now!

When i was 18 my nan was really ill in hospital she didnt have long left. I went to see her to say goodbye, went home and went to bed. I woke up with a start in the night checked the time and it was 5.00am. The next day my mum came to tell me my nan had died at 5.00am that morning.

I love this thread. Wish I could contribute!

Loving these! These aren't spooky but here goes...months and months before applying for University having no idea where I'd want to go, I had a dream that I went for my first day at University, found my Department and ascended a wooden spiral staircase and when I got to the top I felt amazing, free and grown up and content, at home and happy. Anyway, I went to Uni on an open day and walking through the Depatment with my sister we got totally lost, opened a door that was sorted hidden away and found the same wooden spiral staircase. Not just similar. The same. Exactly the same stairs. I stopped dead in my tracks, I couldn't believe it. This Uni was to be pivotal in my life, I settled in that city, I met my husband there, it came to define my 20s. I like to think my dream months before was telling me that I'd be happy there, that my life would begin there :)
The other story is when I was pregnant with my first child. We didn't know what we were having, but I dreamt I had a baby girl. I dreamt I was holding her, having just had her, and she was cooing at me (clearly this being my first I had a Johnsons advert idea of a newborn rather than the reality of a bloodied-alien newborn!). I told her I'd call her suddenlycupishalffull, a name we'd not considered before, and she suddenly looked over my shoulder and beamed and grinned and laughed, and I knew, I just knew, she was looking at my Dad, who had died 4 years before. During the labour, as I was wheeled into the operating theatre due to a sudden emergency, Dad's favourite song suddenly played on the radio that they have in the operating theatre, I told the Doctor (in my drugged out state) that I felt Dad was there. I was petrified, but I didn't feel alone. When she was born, we called her the name I'd dreamt of. Although she never met him, and it may be wishful thinking, I'd like to think that dream suggests some kind of bond between them.

I've totally devoured this thread - though I may not sleep well tonight! :-O

I don't have any serious weirdness to relate, though I did have some odd happenings after my mother died. She had left most of her jewellery to me in her will, and in the months afterward, I had been wearing a ring of hers, which she had had made out of the gold from my grandfather's wedding ring - so very special to me. I was making a large batch of tomato relish one day, and realised with a shock that I no longer had the ring on my finger. I looked for it everywhere - including digging through the pot of relish and a large bag of tomato skins and various rubbish - but I never found it.

Just a few weeks later, a jeweller with whom I'd left a few other pieces of her jewellery for safekeeping admitted to me that he'd inexplicably lost two pieces out of his locked safe, including her gold charm bracelet, which she'd put together over the years and which I'd worn to her funeral. My sister later told me that the jewellery Mom had left to her had disappeared as well - she had assumed that a guest at a party must have stolen it. I don't know what happened, but I've always worried a bit that it means she was angry with us for the way she died (she was in a car accident and on life support, and we had to make the decision to stop treating her to prolong her life). :-(

Unless your mum was horrendously hateful to you and your sister then I doubt she'd torture you from the beyond mandalee
Sad you lost the jewellery though, it must have been really nice, I'd say someone's had sticky fingers.

Another missing ring story...

My husband always takes off his wedding ring to shower and places it somewhere nearby. Different place each time, but always obvious. One day after his shower he couldn't find it. He called me in and we both searched the bathroom and bedroom with no luck. He was really upset. We then went out. When we got home he went to use the bathroom. He immediately called me up - his wedding ring was sparkling in the sun on the counter next to the sink. It was really obvious and we had both looked there while searching. My husband is not woo at all, but he said it made him question if we have a ghost.

I also have a dream one.

When I was a kid I had a recurrent nightmare:

My family was in the car and drove into a strip mall. My mother would ask if I wanted to come in the store or stay in the car. I was reading a book and so said I wanted to stay. After my family left me in the car, I was approached by a stranger (different each time I had the dream - a policeman one time, a chef another, etc). I always had an awful sense of evil from the stranger, and at this point I would wake up and usually run crying to my parents' room.

When I was 9 or 10, my family drove into a strip mall and it was the exact one from my nightmare. My mom asked if I wanted to stay in the car, and I said no! I never had that nightmare again.

stinkles one about the man and the bicycle has reminded me of something odd that happened in about Feb last year. Not scary - just odd.

DH and i were driving along the lane leading out of our village when little DD4 in her seat in the back needed attending to suddenly. (dropped dummy) I pulled over into a gateway for a field. I hopped out of the car to see to DD, and as i passed round the back of the car i glanced up and saw a couple walking straight in our direction down the rough path in the center of the field. I guess they were 50/80 meters away. The field was very flat, and had cropped straw, mid shin height, right across it. Massive field, short hedges at the edges. The couple were both dressed in navy blue, walking slowly.

I finished what i was doing (20 seconds max) went back round and jumped back into the driving seat. As i was putting my seat belt on i looked past DH (in the passenger seat), just idly curious to see how near the couple were now. And they had gone! I stared ... DH looked where i was looking and said

'' ...... that couple have disappeared!''

I said ''you saw them ...''

He said ''they were both in blue ...''

We both looked at each other, then at the empty field. Then i drove off.

Sorry this was a bit of a ramble but it was really very strange. There was no where they could have gone that quickly. Even if they both had thrown themselves flat on the floor we'd have still been able to see them!

This photo was taken in 1982 when I was seven years old. I remember it being taken very clearly. My brother and I went to Brownies and Cubs on the same evening (Thursdays) and my mum and I and my baby sister always got home first. On this occasion, my mum said to me, 'Let's take a picture of you before the others get home'. There was no-one else in the house. As you can see, there is a weird, pudgy hand on the door frame to my left. Freaky!

Sorry, it is terrible quality: I don't have a scanner.

Pumpkinette That's awful as it must have really disrupted your sleep every night. It's a shame your parents refused to take it seriously.

Mamalazarou I can't see your picture on the app and normally I would just go on the main site to have a look, but I got caught out like that on one of these threads before when someone posted a photo where a ghostly face jumped out at you while you were studying it. I nearly jumped out of my skin. So I'll wait for someone else to comment on it. Once bitten twice shy!

Toffee It's just a normal picture.

Clear as anything on my laptop. Right hand thumb and wrist and the height suggests an adult. An adult woman it looks like. If you're absolutely sure there wasn't a friend/relative there it's really seriously spooky.it's so clear.

Ahh the hand! Why would it be there as the door looks nearly shut. Creepy

Toffee - it's definitely not one of those trick pictures!

(But I don't blame you for checking)

5 years ago dh & I were in bed one Sunday morning drinking tea & the cat was spark out on my lap, curled up in the cat-croissant shape.

Suddenly he was thrown off my lap & travelled 3 feet backwards onto the floor.

He was asleep the whole time and didnt move a muscle when it happened.

I'm really glad dh was there too because I wouldn't believe me. It was after that that the cat started to watch things moving across the room, which he hasn't done since we've moved.