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

[JudgeyHotPants]

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'm another one who dreamt about 9/11.

I went into work that morning asking everyone if they had seen the news about the planes crashing into the two buildings in America. Everyone told me that I was mistaken but I insisted and described the incident in great detail.

Our boss rang after lunch telling us to turn on the news about the plane crashing into the Twin Tower. I told her she was wrong it was two planes and it had been on GMTV that morning.

Just then the second plane hit the Tower.

I realised at that moment that I had dreamt about the terrorist attack

My colleagues looked at me strangely for weeks afterwards.

I still feel guilty that I didn't somehow decipher the dream although what I would have done I still don't know

goodenuff, around that time, my cousin said she kept having disturbing dreams about people covered in "dirty snow" and it really upset her.

Then, when she saw the footage after the towers fell, she realised what the dirty snow was ...

I don't remember this, but apparently when I was four I was playing in my room, mum called me down for lunch.

I told her I was playing with my brother.

She said no, your brother's at school.

I told her no, it was my other brother, and its his birthday today.

Unbeknownst to me, my mum gave birth to a stillborn son on that day eight years ago.

Not sure if this qualifies as 'spooky' but when I was younger I had a recurring dream that I was walking by canals which were near to where I grew up. I would walk for hours and get to a long dark tunnel which felt it would never end. When I came out the other side there would be all this beautiful greenery and the water would open out and it would be blue, but like a cloudy (?) coloured in blue and I would look around and decided this is where i wanted to live.
Now, as an adult I have developed a fondness for nature shows/travel shows and have seen countless rainforests/lagoons etc on the tv and just thought "oh thats interesting/pretty". Now a few months ago I was watching John Bishops Australia and he was at Daintree Rainforest. An image came up on the TV and it was the place I had dreamed about. From the picture it looks pretty generic but the second I saw it, I got a cold shudder that dream (which I havent thought about in years), just flashed into my head and I knew that was the place. I just knew it.

askyfull - you story about your dad and the picture moved me to tears. Sad but very lovely.

This happened to dp.We sleep downstairs and at this time it was a pull out couch.There was a space behind us that was to hard to sleep on so we used to put our clothes there.

Dp wakes up and notices the baby behind us,he was about 18 months old at this stage.Didnt think anything of it,maybe i brought the baby down and hes gone behind us.
He puts his arms out to get the baby and the baby shirks back.So he goes to grab him and the baby shirks back again but this time he just fizzles out.There is nothing there.Dp wakes me in a panic,i go up and check and sure enough baby is asleep in his bed.

He said it was only later thinking back that it was like it was watching us and dp had caught whatever it was off guard.
It hasnt happened since.

Dustarr have you posted that before sometime? Or am i having deja vu? Your story really really gave me the chills the first time and has again now. More so than any other here strangely.

Seeing i'm here (again) i'll tell my mums one:

She married and moved in with my dad in 1962 and they stayed together in the same house, where i was born and raised, for 40 years. One day, after i had moved out (thank goodness!), she asked me if i had ever seen anything odd in the house. I said no. She went on to tell me that once every couple of years or so, on an evening when she'd walked into the dark hallway from the living room without putting the light on, she'd see a figure. A man in an old fashioned grey suit. He was always in the same place - near the front door, and was always doing the same thing - standing with his face pressed against the wall.

She was scared the first few times it happened, would reach out and flick on the light immediately, and the figure would be gone. But she said there was never any feeling of malice about his presence, and so eventually she got to the point where she'd see him, but turn her back and continue on her way to the stairs.

It took about 4 appearances of the figure for her to twig that when the house was first built, long long before she had moved in, the door to the living room from the hall had been near the front door. It had been bricked up and the existing door, much farther along, put in. My mum was seeing the figure in the suit as he would have been; standing looking through the old doorway into the living room in the 20s.

trying to make sense of these "presences"/ghosts such as the one described by fluffy above: could it be that at times of heightened emotion/stress something of the real person is "imprinted" on something in their environment that we don't yet understand, in a way that it transcends time? And this "remainder" or "imprint" is what we call a ghost?

Yes Fluffy ive told that story on here before.

The house im in now is my childhood home.As a child i used to see people dressed in victorian clothes walk about outside.We have a green facing our house and i used to see them there.
As far as i know nobody has died in this house,it was built just before the 2nd world war.It used to be fields.

There used to be a black figure in my bedroom,i wasnt particularly afraid i got used to it.

My twopenn'orth. First, slowly dropping off to sleep about 35 years ago. I swear I could see an outline of a human body swaying to and fro at the foot of my bed. I'd been reading about the astral body earlier in the week ! Second, talking about old records with my sister in the car about 20 years ago. I mentioned a song called "Midnight Blue" by Melissa Manchester which I hadn't heard for years. A moment later it was played on the radio .

skyfull your stories about your dad and your niece's picture and your dream about your family both really moved me.

I've got a few stories to add myself when I've a bit more time. Love this thread!

Ahh. It's the words ''it was like it was watching us and dp had caught whatever it was off guard'' which i find so chilling! Ugh. The feeling of 'IT'. Not being able to quite define what you mean. I know that feeling. I had a horrid time as a teen working in a shop which had something very wrong with the stockroom. And an 'IT'.

aire i think you're right. About some 'hauntings' anyway. Some are just recordings which you are seeing, and some are sentient and aware of their presence and yours. Apparently.

I've got a couple when there's more time. These are very moving/ scary/ reassuring.

to all of you who have had tough times.

Nominating for classics!

Love this thread! Thought I'd stick my story in. Even though it's nothing in comparison to some of the others!
When DS1 was about 2 and a 1/2 his bedroom was at the end of the hallway.
One night he had fallen asleep on the sofa, so I carried him upstairs and put him to bed. I walked downstairs and sat in the living room to watch tv.
I allways used to leave the living room door open incase he woke up, he would usually run to the stairgate at the top of the stairs and shout if he did.
Anyway around 10 mins after I'd put him to bed I heard footsteps run from his room and down the hall.
My DP and I both sighed (he was getting a bit of a nuisance for getting out of bed).
But as I reached the top of the stairs he wasn't at the gate , I ran upstairs and into his room and he was bang out in the same position I had laid him in.
Both DP and I heard the footsteps, it freaked us both out.

Bottom of the stairs not the top!

When my computer was on the blink, I went to check my emails at a internet cafe down the road. When I clicked on yahoo it was already logged onto my account....

Many years ago as a teen I had a weird experience at a festival where I fell asleep pretty high in my tent and woke up to see a guy in my tent who just started chatting to me. Not spooky but freaks me out now. Seemed normal to me at the time.

I was 100% sceptic. Stayed at Chillingham Castle. We'd booked the apartment for four nights. I left after two.

Marking place to share some stories later :)

Oo lady I have stayed there in an apt - twice! Tell us what happened? I have a little story about there too...

Yes, you can't just leave us hanging like that!

It's not wise to read these late at night

My Grandma gave me a couple of gifts, possessions of hers, whilst she was alive - a set of delicate small glass swans and an old clock/music box with a turning ballerina. It was a good couple of years after she died and me and my DH bought our first house together. One day I noticed that the music box/clock was facing backwards. I twisted it around again but the next day it was backwards again. My DH swore he had not moved it and I tried to shake the cupboard it was on to see if movement or vibrations possibly moved it but it didn't budge. I wondered if it was my grandma letting me know that she was still with us even though we'd moved so I said out loud 'if that is you grandma send me a sign'. The next day the set of glass swans were all laying on their side as if they'd all fallen over but they were perfectly lined up and not broken. It freaked me out and I cannot explain it even though I am really not a wooey person!! We've moved again and nothing has happened since.

Sorry. Making packed lunches.
Arrived in the day. We were in the look out tower.Settled in . Couple above us in popped in to say hello. Chatted. Lovely. 2am. Massive commotion on the stairs. So I rocked out ready to play merry hell with whoever was playing silly buggers.
No one there. Couple above out on the stairs as well shouting down to me. Loads of noise that I felt was right in front of me I even felt the shift in the atmosphere as if people were walking past me.
Then there was a flash a bang then silence. Woman above kacked her whack. Half an hour later they were gone.
The next day I was in the Kings chamber and the huge wooden candelabra started to swing backwards and forwards.
That night there was banging and sliding in my apartment. I felt I was being watched and followed when I was making my evening meal and my cameras flash went off three times when I was washing up.
I packed and left.
I went there to prove to myself it was all codswallop.

Think it was the Landseer apt. Not sure.
Bloody horrific. My eyes were watering I was so scared. 29 and I made my then boyfriend wait outside the loo when I went for a wee.

When I was sixteen my Mum set me up with a summer holiday job with an elderly couple in their eighties and both retired doctors. He was an ENT surgeon and she was a gynaecologist. It was a huge house in the countryside in Hampshire.

I was asked to help them cook and clean and general duties etc. The wife was confined to bed and I used to cook meals for her and feed her while her husband would eat in the dining room and I would spend the evening with him watching tv etc.

At about 11pm I would go to my room and sleep.

One night the elderly gentleman and me were sitting up and watching a film and he asked me if I had a boyfriend. I answered 'Yes' and we left it at that but the atmosphere 'changed' and I went to bed and for the first time I locked the bedroom door.

In the morning I struggled to open the door because there was a pair of sharp surgical scissors trapping the lock as if someone had been trying to pry it open.

I phoned my Dad to pick me up that day but I never told him why. This was in the early eighties.

It still makes me shudder to think what would have happened that night if I hadn't locked the door.

When I clicked on yahoo it was already logged onto my account....

Sorry, very obvious question but had you logged on at the internet café before?