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!

I actually remember something that let you choose tracks and repeat on a tape. It would play until silence, rewind, and play again. Sometimes it messed up if a song got really quiet in the middle.

Creepiest thing that has happened to me was earlier I went to the bathroom and the toilet roll had been changed. Properly changed. Empty roll had been put in the bin and even creepier, the new one had been put ON THE HOLDER!

Now I didnt do it and I happen to know that my H and kids are all missing the gene that makes you capable of doing this, so who did it?!

My face is like this > reading this thread!

This is my offering.

Some months after my dear dad had died Dp and I moved to the country. We lived in a big Edwardian house with a secluded walled garden. It was late winter. One day my sister paid a visit and she and I decided to go to a little village for a walk. It began to snow so we ducked into the Church hall where a Psychic Fair was underway. I paid £5 to meet with a Clairvoyant, a very sweet lady who had some interesting and surprisingly accurate things to say about dad. She finished the meeting saying that my dad wanted me to know that he was 'around' and that I should look out for signs of him over the next few days. This did seem far-fetched to be honest. However...

Overnight the snow fell thickly and we had about a foot of snow by early morning. Dp opened the back door onto our snow blanketed garden and turned to me and said 'Erm, Lordstrange, did your dad wear enormous pointy shoes?' I looked, and outside the back door there were huge pointy footprints that came from the middle of the garden TO the door. No other footprints anywhere. Just about 8 sets of prints in this one direction, somehow from nowhere, to the door. It was odd.

Some weeks later, I had decided to scan and enlarge a tiny teensy photograph of my young father taken by my mum in the mid 1960's. He is sitting in an egg chair in the garden reading a book. As I enlarged the photo I was surprised to see that my father was wearing the most enormous pointy chelsea boots.

My mum told me a story about a day she went to visit her mum in the next village. I would have been about 5 & at school at the time.

It was a lovely spring morning and when mum got to Dgm house the door was open but dgm was nowhere to be found. Dm called to her but no answer. She checked everywhere, dgm bedroom was the last room to look in. As soon as dm opened the bedroom door she was "hit" by the strongest smell of flowers. Dm said it almost knocked her backwards. As she stood dumbfounded in the doorway she saw in the mirror on dgm dresser the reflection of her bed. It was covered, absolutely covered in flowers. Although this image only lasted a second or two dm said she even saw flowers tumble from the bed to the floor. Suddenly she heard dgm call her name and the smell and vision in the mirror were gone.

Dgm had been in the garden. Dm was shaken but went out to join her mum and never said a word of what happened in the bedroom.

About a week later dgm was taken into hospital with pneumonia and never recovered. After the funeral loads of friends and family came to dgm house and brought flowers. Dm at a loss with where to put them asked her sister. She said the bath was full so she was putting in dgm bedroom. Dm went into dgm bedroom and saw the bed was again covered in flowers. She said obviously this time it was real and these flowers had cellophane on them. The beautiful smell wasn't there this time either but the coincidence (if that's what it was) wasn't lost on her.

Dm never elaborated on what she thought the image in the mirror was that day but it brought her comfort. That's all she would say about it.

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This happened to my Mum. It isn't spooky but a very strange coincidence.

My Mum's Dad (my biological GD) had walked out of the family home, never to been seen again when my Mum was a teenager (that's a whole other story lol). After 7 years, the family went to court to have him declared 'missing presumed dead', which would enable my GM to receive certain pensions & remarry in the future.

On leaving the court, my GD was obviously preying on my Mum's mind & she was convinced that a man walking down the street was him. She approached him & said "Dad!!". The man turned around (he was a stranger) but was really shocked & explained to my Mum that she had really given him a turn, as his daughter had gone missing some time before & for that split second, he thought it was his own daughter.

What are the odds on the man my Mum approaching, having a missing daughter! Sad too.

Love this thread, haven't got any stories of my own but my gf was a heavy smoker, even waking in the night to have a cig. After he died my nan who has never smoked said that she could smell smoke when she woke in the night. My sister when she was about 6 or 7 said she saw him at my nans house and my nan was once sitting in her chair when it stated shaking, she said it felt like a large dog was sitting against the back of the chair and was scratching itself, my uncle was in the room and saw the chair shaking as well but there was nothing there.
My dm was very close to said gf and went to visit a medium when he died. She was told that her dad was there and he wanted her to tell my nan not to worry about the washing machine breaking down and to buy her a box of roses (her favourite chocolates), she then described my dm's bedroom in detail and said that my dgf sat on the stool (which she described exactly) every night and he was watching over her. My dm is very careful and did not respond in any way to what the medium was saying but she was spot on about the washing machine, chocolates and bedroom.

Willow, your story has reminded me of a few posts on similar threads to this where people have seen someone who looks like a long lost relative or friend, only to bump into the real person within a short space of time ... my own experience being :

I have a Danish friend who lives round the corner from me. Years ago he had one of his Danish friends lodging with him while he worked in the UK - he was here for a good few years. When the friend's work contract ended, he returned to Denmark to live. About two or three years after he'd left, I was shopping in the high street, prior to meeting some friends in the pub at lunchtime, when I saw a guy I thought was him but decided it couldn't be. Got to the pub and half an hour later the two Danish guys walked in together! I asked the visiting friend if he'd been in the high street a bit earlier, but he said that, no, they'd gone straight to the pub from home (their route being nowhere near the high street). Weird.

This is something my mum watched on a tv program.
A woman and her son were driving home in icy conditions but they never reached their destination. Meanwhile another woman (totally unrelated to the first) woke in the early hours whilst on holiday and told her husband that they needed to leave immediately. They got in the car about 2 in the morning and when they got to a certain road the woman told her husband to stop as she could see a body lying on the road, her husband didn't see it but stopped anyway. The woman then said she could see two beams of light shining down from the sky but her husband couldn't see this either. They phoned the police, the police were interviewed in the program and said they believed every word the woman had told them. The first beam of light is where the body had been (it disappeared once they stopped but the light came down in that place), the second bean of light was shining at the bottom of an embankment. The police couldn't see any of these lights but went to investigate where the second beam of light would have been and found the car with the mother and son in it. The mother was dead but her baby boy was alive. It was as though his mother was letting them know where to find her son. It made me cry when she told me this story, a mothers love being so strong and wanting her son to be found.

Another one from a tv programme.

In America (I think), a man walked into a primary school with a bomb strapped to him, the teachers had gathered the little ones in a circle and the guy blew himself up, all the children said that the Angels surrounded them and protected them and the bomb blast went upwards and did not injure any of the children or teachers. All the children recall seeing Angels protecting them.

And another tv one..

Saw a programme a couple of years ago about a remake of an old silent movie that was made a few years ago. When it was being edited they found some really creepy faces kind of superimposed over the actors faces, very ghoulish and horrible. I was watching it alone and felt really creeped out after watching it.

I've tried googling it since and couldn't find it - does anyone else know what I mean?

I've just done a search on the children seeing Angels which protected them and its being made into a film, The Cokeville Miracle.

There is a coincidental significant date relating to my grandma. Both her children were born on 14 December, in the 50s several years apart- but not too unusual. It is also the same date her mother died on in the 1920s (grandma was a toddler), and also the same sate her stepmother died on in the 2000s.

My other story is of something rapping on glass at a first floor window in a holiday cottage I once stayed in. The walls were sheer, except for the sills and there were no plants or trees anywhere near. My friend and I shared a room. We were both woken by a sharp, constant rapping noice, at first I was dozy and thought it was her so told her to shut up . We both woke properly and she crept out of bed to investigate. The tapping still persisted. As she flung back the curtains, silence. No birds or mice or anything nearby to cause the noise.

I have always been fit and healthy and I've never worried about my health. About 3am one Feb morning a few years ago I woke up with the most impending feeling of doom, like a darkness was filling the room. I felt something was telling me I was seriously ill. I had no reason to think I was Ill. That morning for the first time ever I was drawn to look up breast cancer on the internet. I had no symptoms, no risk and no reason to think I had cancer.
That week I got tonsillitis and went to the doctors. She put me on antibiotics. I didn't mention my feelings about the fear.

The feeling remained, it was a niggling fear and darkness and almost a voice saying you are seriously ill. It preoccupied my mind and it was seriously disturbing.
Next week I went back to the doctors and sat in the walk in centre. It was night and I was the last patient. I explained the older male doctor that I had a feeling I had cancer but I had no symptoms. He examined me and said he could feel nothing and I had no risks. He then asked how bad the feeling was and I replied it was consuming me. So he said he would refer me for a mammogram and it may take weeks as it wasn't urgent. I handed in a form and by luck they had a cancellation. I had the mammogram.
I had a mastectomy the following week. The cancer was pretty severe.
The feeling has never come back.
Love this thread

Fastcargirl, what an amazing doctor.

The strangest thing is the doctor was a locum, he normally worked in the male prison and that was his only shift at my surgery. The oncologist said I was a nightmare as I had no symptoms and the GP staved my life. He did and I've never stopped feeling grateful

Not to me, but to my mother.
Some years back she bought a house, some 15 miles from her home town.
Unbeknown to her, her exBIL had bought the business from the previous owner of the house at about the same time..
My mother had not seen or spoken to exBil in years. He too lived some considerable distance away.
Coincidence eh?

fastcargirl your post just reminded me. Before my dad died, when he first became ill, he was being treated in hospital for a severe water infection, but was generally ok, expected to be home in a day or so. I was at work.
Out of nowhere, I got the urge to go home. It was overwhelming, but this feeling was pushing me to go home. I couldnt shake it, I just knew thats where I had to be.
I excused myself at work and went home as fast as I could. When I got home, my brother was in the living room crying. He wouldnt speak, just told me to go to my mum (she was next door at my aunts). When I got there my mum was there and everyone was crying. My mum explained that they had discovered my dad had prostate cancer while in hospital. It was quite far and an aggressive form so he was terminal. I was losing my dad.
She wondered why Id left work halfway through the day but she was relieved, since she had found out she had wanted me home, but was scared to call in case I got too upset over the phone.
I like to think that the feeling I got was my mum calling out to me somehow. I know that sounds ridiculous but I find it comforting.
I have loads more but will have to wait til DS is in bed.

More please these are brill!

I'll add a few more...
my mum has had a few dreams that have seemed to be premonitions. Like a pp said she too had a recurring dream about planes crashing into buildings and big explosions, it went on for around 3 weeks until it stopped, a few days after the September 11th attacks happened.
Another dream she told me about was a lady carrying a child screaming "help me, help me , his fingers! He's losing his fingers" soon after she was at A&E with dsis and a lady ran in with her son in her arms whose hands were covered in blood and the lady shouting for help as her son had badly trapped his fingers. She is always having dreams and if it is ever about a child she will call me telling me to be extra cautious with my dc in case it happens to be any of my kids in the dream. She once rang saying please watch ds around water, I've had a dream of a blonde boy almost drowning, I'd been planning to go swimming with ds, I gave it a miss that week

Have name changed for this as it will totally out me!
This is on the theme of the PPs, having had a near miss with the likes of Levi Bellfield and Fred West.

In the Spring of 1987 I was heart sick of the job I trained for and decided to have a summer off and do something different. Through a contact, I got a job as a labourer for a well known local thatcher near my home village in Wiltshire. It was great. Very physical, the old gent I was working for was a lot of fun and he enjoyed winding up the American tourists when they came to photograph us. Giving silly names to the tools and lying about what they were used for (measuring smoke) etc.
I had a dog and took her for a walk in my lunch break in Savernake Forest which was at the top of the hill on which the house we were working on was situated.
The following day, I was sat on the roof with one leg either side of the ridge and my back to the chimney putting points on spars and throwing them at the thatcher who banged them into place. From the forest, I heard automatic gunfire and told the thatcher this. He was nonplussed and then adamant it came from the car radio which was on but on the other side of the roof. I denied this so he suggested it came from Salisbury Plain (military training ground) . The wind was in the wrong direction for this though.

As I drove home, I heard on the car radio about the Hungerford massacre but I knew we were 10 plus miles from Hungerford. On the TV that evening they reported that the gunman killed his first victim in Savernake Forest in the exact spot I had been with my dog and at the exact time, but the day before! I was also aware that had he chosen to drive into Marlborough for his murderous spree instead of Hungerford, the thatcher and I would have been the first two people he would have likely seen and as he was apparently shooting at random it's a scary thought. He had his reasons for driving to Hungerford that day but I'm glad I missed him in the forest by a day!

penguin I think that film was called Babylon remembered or revisited.
It was compelling. I would love to see it, but the transformations wouldn't visible to the viewer. Too quick.

penguin - i have the programme that I think you were talking about. It's on a dvd. I am happy to post to you, if you could return it after.
pm me if you want to.

My sis spotted me earlier this week on here (waves to little sis) so I may as well post this as I am outed anyway :)
My parents lived until fairly recently in a Victorian house. Most of the time it was fine but there was a weird feeling on the stairs and in two of the rooms - an upstairs bedroom at the top of the stairs and a study off the living room which we used as an extra bedroom. If you were alone in the house you would sometimes hear footsteps running up the stairs. One time the family had gone to the shops and I was expecting them back - I heard footsteps running up the stairs so clearly that I came out of my room saying 'hello!' thinking it was my youngest sister....there was no-one there. One time my DH went into a bedroom and as he walked across a clock flew off the shelf in front of him He is very non-woo but that spooked him a bit! A couple of times we would get back from shopping having left one person behind and find them sat in the garden, having heard footsteps overhead or running up the stairs. More sinisterly, one time my Mum was making up the bed in one of the bedrooms for one of us visiting home (after we had moved out). She made up the bed, left the room, thought 'bugger I forgot to put the towels out' and turned back around - and couldn't get the door open - a bedside table had been pushed behind the door. One time she had to call a locksmith to let her in because the front door was locked from the inside when she got home, with the key still in the lock on the inside (it was a mortice lock you had to turn). No-one was at home and the locksmith couldn't explain it.

Probably the very spookiest thing that happened to me in that house was shortly after we moved in. My eldest sister was away on an extended visit at the time (think year off type of thing) and she had been assigned the room off the living room, and her stuff was in it and the furniture, but her belongings had not been unpacked. We had visitors and I had to sleep in there. I woke at one in the morning to organ music playing very quietly. I managed to track it down eventually...under the bed was a box, and in the box, amongst other items, was a battery operated cassette player. This was in the mid 1980s when the buttons to press 'play' were big mechanical things you had to push down hard to make work, not electronic like nowadays. The play button had been pressed and the cassette player was half way through playing a 30 minute tape, of Bach's organ music. I spent the rest of the night in the living room :)

We got broken broken into a few years ago and my ring s were in the wine rack so all stolen. Police called, finger prints etc, insurance called and checked. My friends called and checked. ..I cleaned and definitely everything gone.

I was upset the most about my engagement ring. My dfil had passed a few months earlier and he'd picked the ring with dh. Dh was going for a different one but dfil insisted that was the one for me.
To cheer us up we'd been looking at replacements and I'd come around to getting a totally different one because nothing compared to my original.
About a week later my dh came to me and have me my original ring. .. It was in the wine rack. A dozen people had checked and it hasn't been there. ..dh cried and told me his dad wanted me to have it so he must have saved it for us.
I do think he did. .. He was a lovely man and we were very very close.

I be had a few others. I though I'd hit an old woman on the road but when I stoppedI