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!

Not spooky.

The night my dad was dying in hospital (we knew he wouldn't have more than a few days but didn't know when) I'd gone home to get a few hours sleep and seemed to go straight into a very vivid dream. My dad had been disabled and in his last few years hadn't walked at all. In this dream we were standing side by side in a field and I felt really happy and calm (something I hadn't felt for ages). In his later years my dad and lived in a nursing home and had referred all decisions to me and said, jokingly I was his "mouthpiece". In the dream he looked down on me (he was over 6 fee tallt and it was so nice to see him standing up again) and referring to me by my childhood name said "What do I do now Jesse?". I said to him "Whatever you want Daddy.. you get to make it up now..." and he cuddled me and walked off down the hill and I watched him go, feeling happy.

The phone then woke me up and it was the hospital saying he had passed away a few minutes before

That's lovely *Jesse"

Not woo at all but:

My mum once woke up with my dad's hands around her throat bascially strangling her and staring into her eyes saying 'where is it' over and over again.

Took her a good few seconds to shake him off and he went back to sleep.

He had no recollection in the mornin, no nightmares.

She was understandably freaked out and slept in the bath for a week!

He was NOT abusive in any way and is a very gentle man.

I'm very touched and tearful by JessePinkmansHoody's story. x

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Ballerina no known stories prior the house was late 1930s and this was in the 80s so not v old. And the area is not known as being anything and no other house seems to have the "vibe"

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I was always unsure about the possibility of a spiritual world we can't 'see'. But one of my children has experiences which have made me believe in the possibility more. She's sensitive to lights and sightings that the rest of us don't seem to experience. She's been like it since birth and absolutely nothing wrong with her.

I once woke and freaked out my poor DP because I was dreaming about my DD, she was refusing to do something and I was yelling at her "Understand? Understand?!" so loud that I actually started shouting it in a creepy croaky voice and woke myself up too. He thought I was yelling at him

Not spooky but comforting - I "knew" when my Mum died (she was very ill and in hospital down south) as I decided to get off the bus I was on and walk through a nature reserve near my home. I felt the most amazing sense of peace and calm and when I got home my neighbour told me that my Mum had died. My Dad was in the hospital and he said that just before she died her breathing had seemed to echo all around the ward. I like to think that she was trying to come find me so I would "know" before I was told.

After my Mum died, my Dad gave me her wedding ring. A couple of years later I lost it at the swimming pool. I was devastated and placed an advert in the local paper with my friend's phone number (we didn't have one and it was 80's so no mobiles etc)
By some miracle the person who found it also saw that ad and my treasured ring was returned to me. What were the chances?!

As a child I had some of the Miroslav Sasek ‘this is’ series of books, I had San Francisco, Paris, and Hong Kong, among others. My brother is 6 years my junior and my parents used to read them to him. My mum said that when he was about 4 years old (40 years ago) she was reading him the Hong Kong one, when he started crying profusely, saying “ I falling, I falling”, he was beside himself and kept pointing to the page they were looking at in he book. The picture was of a typical HK street scene, tall blocks of flats and tenement buildings with poles sticking out of the windows with washing hanging on them. He was talking about the poles, saying in his toddler talk that he used to live there and one day after ‘his mum’ hung out the washing and stuck the pole out of the window, he tried to climb on the pole and he fell. Mum said he was serious and adamant that he lived there. And this was all so totally out of character for him. He’d never read the book after that and everytime he’d see it on the shelf he’d stuff it behind other books.

Mum also said he’d regular say to her he has another mummy in the book place. She has black hair. I fell and I never saw that mummy again.

He remembers it to this day, he still has a few images in his mind of HK and being a child there, and yes falling out of a window. Though he’s never actually been ..

I suppose you might call this a cautionary tale…

A couple of years ago I stumbled across Marble Hornets, which for the initiated is a YouTube series concerning the Slenderman. My (much younger) sister was staying with me at the time, and we scared ourselves silly watching 50 or so of the short videos over pizza one night.

It was fun.

Until a few months afterwards when I woke up in the middle of the night to find myself paralysed, with the fucking Slenderman standing next to my bed!!!!

I have never been so petrified in all my life.

Luckily, I managed to see sense, and recall that I often suffered from sleep paralysis when I was run down or ill. I told myself that if I closed my eyes and waited a few minutes the paralysis would fade and the freaky hallucination would go away.

Except it didn’t. For what felt like hours, every time I started to drift off I would jerk awake and be paralysed again, and he would be there, in a different part of my room each time, his impossibly long arms stretching out towards me. The last thing I remember is rolling over to face DH with my back to the edge of the bed – I must have fallen asleep and started dreaming without realising it, because the next thing I remember is being pulled backwards off the bed, the duvet folding up around me in a suffocating manner, whilst DH carried on snoring peacefully and I croaked “Help me” in a voice which, to my ears, sounded like the squeaky little fly man when he’s caught in the web at the end of the original Fly movie.

And that, my friends, is why I no longer read these threads after 7.30pm…

Blimey moomin!!

What happened next Moomin ?
Did you wake up? Or are you now working for Slenderman?!

When my mum lay in the hospital bed dying, my dad stayed with her day and night. She told him, get those preechy christians away from me. Can't stand them.. Preaching about light and peace.
My dad looked round the room, no pictures or nothing that looked like a person anywhere, it was just him and my mum and a few nurses popping in and out.
When questioned, she said "they say their angels. And they're spouting their religious mumbo jumbo at me. They should go bother someone else... Bloody christians"
She lived for another week. I think she thought they were a christain group attached to the hospital, so she gave them a piece of her mind!

Some great stories here. Moomin I once had something similar when we stayed at my MILs abroad. I "saw" someone who looked a bit like Robert Smith from the Cure but more spooky sitting next to the bed. Difference for me is that it was over very quickly and not repeated. Your experience sounds horrific!

I keep starting to look up "slenderman" on Google images and then chickening out in case he comes and haunts me too.

What happened in the end after the slenderman dragged you off the bed?

Dreams are funny things aren't they? Experiences like that make me glad I don't often dream, as when I do they are always frighteningly vivid, like a few months ago when I dreamed there were hundreds of false widows in my bed (in fact, we have several of them around the outside of the house, which probably prompted the nightmare). When I woke up the next morning the duvet cover and pillow cases were screwed up in a far corner of the room - I must've stripped the bed in my sleep to isolate the dream spiders

Toffeecaramel I'm afraid I don't remember. I imagine I just fell into a deeper sleep.

Of course, I could now be wandering around at night, doing his bidding...

WARNING COULD UPSET SOME.
Another one from me, i've just been through a horrendous breakup (Currently pregnant and he hit me and bruised my neck and ribs so i left), I'm sleeping on the sofa at my mums, i have a bed here still but cannot face sleeping in a bed alone, i'm happier with less space as it feels less "empty", anyhow. I fell asleep last night, finally, at around 2;30-3AM. I had a weird dream that i hope isn't a premonition.
I was in a house I don't recognize and i "Woke up" to hear a baby crying, I dragged myself out of bed grumbling about how it was the 10th time that night, I heard a mans voice over the baby monitor, I grabbed a knife (God knows where from) and ran in there to find my ex standing over what i presume to be my (Now unborn) daughter, he had a knife in his hand and tried to stab her in her cot, I lunged at him with my knife and stuck it through his heart. I then grabbed my daughter and ran to my room and barricaded myself in there "just in case" I unlocked my phone to call the police and the date was the 1st of nov 2015 (Im due on the 20th of sept) time was 3:39, I woke up and pressed my phone (To make the screen light up) and it was 3:39, Never cried so much in my life.

Not as woo as some on here, but I once had a dream that I was being strangled. Woke up with my own hands round my throat

And like some others here, lived in a house where things moved around, taps turned themselves on, footsteps heard at night etc by both DH and I (neither of us at all woo). The house had a horrible, oppressive sadness to it. When we gave notice the landlady told us her parents had been very unhappy there and she had had a very unhappy childhood. I do think houses retain unhappiness.

On a lighter note, my youngest DC would wake up every night at the exact time of his birth. It went on for the first 6 weeks of his life and then suddenly he stopped.

Over Christmas my dad fell asleep in the arm chair and in his sleep waved his arm out and knocked a glass over, then said (still asleep) and don't think I'm apologising either. He had been dreaming he was in a pub having a row with someone.
I often dream about spiders in my bed and jump up and turn a light on.

I never had anything personally, although I used to work in historic properties. Lots of people were convinced one of our cells was haunted as the (very heavy, solid iron) door used to open and slam of it's own accord, and we know a prisoner killed himself in there during WW1, but I spent an instructive afternoon opening and shutting various doors around the keep and found that it was just changes in air pressure.

One of our volunteers was convinced something was moving some heavy dummy artillery shells about, and we later realised it was vibrations from the hoover moving them a little bit every day until we noticed! I'm usually of the opinion that the vast majority of woo can be explained by something fairly mundane. That particular volunteer was a bit woo... Crystals and the like. Great with kids though!

However I had one volunteer, at a castle which shall remain nameless, who was genuinely spooked. She phoned me as I was the curator for it at the time. When I arrived she was very, very shaken up and wouldn't go back inside the castle walls. She had been locking up (it was a summer evening, so it was light) and whilst crossing the outer bailey, which is massive and open, she was convinced she heard a horse galloping. She turned around and said there was this massive thing bearing down on her, and it chased her out of the castle gates. She was convinced something was trying to ride her down. I had a look and couldn't see anything untoward. I called up a caretaker to help me check the grounds for local yoof, stray dogs etc, and there was nothing there. For the record, we allowed dogs on leads, but not horses

She wouldn't go back in, we had to move her to another property. I did check the CCTV and although I could see the moment she legs it (and boy did she leg it), I couldn't see anything else, although a couple of other people said they thought they could see the suggestion of a smudge or shimmering. I have no reason to disbelieve her, she was always very reliable, very "solid", very no-nonsense and had been there a number of years, certainly before I'd arrived on the scene.

I asked around a bit with the other conservators / curators and volunteers, and although a lady wandering about the churchyard was apparently a common complaint amongst visitors (I never saw her) at that property, a rogue hell-horse was a new one on them. I can't really explain it, and I'm reluctant to call her a liar. It's still filed as unexplained in my head :)

Not my story but my DM's:

My DBro has always been a bit wayward, in and out of trouble, going out of contact for months at a time then reappearing. There was a particularly wayward period about 10 years ago where he was out of touch for 3 years and my DM was frantic with worry (he would been in his late 20s). She swears blind that she was in her house alone about 10pm one Friday night when she heard his voice calling through the front door: "Mum! Mum! I'm outside, let me in!" She rushes to the front door, opens it, no one there. Then hears his voice again at the back of the house, "Mum! What are you doing, I'm here! Let me in!" She goes to the back door, opens it, no one there. Checks front and back several times, nothing. Voice didn't come back.

I've no idea if it was just the worry making her mind play tricks on her, but she absolutely maintains what she heard. DB rocked up about 6 mths later, in the way that he did, and claims there was nothing unusual about the time of the voices.

Weird though.

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