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!

Redruby - how awful.

RedRuby that is chilling!

I'm a total skeptic and non-believer of woo type stuff - it's all the horrible things human beings do that terrify me.

This is a fab thread but it's scared me senseless!
I have one to add but it's nothg compared to some of these!
I was with an elderly gentleman who was dying, his son arrived from where he lived some distance away.
The old man started laughing and reached his hand up to something at the the foot of his bed but high up iyswim.
There was nothing there but the old man was full of joy. His son asked what was happening and all I could say was they've come to fetch him, tell him you love him and he can go. He did and the old man just lay back and stopped breathing.
It was beautiful and his son said after how at peace he felt, he was upset but had felt a tremendous sense of peace when his dad passed.

Reported for classics too.

This isn't a story, just a weird 'thing' I get from time to time..

When I'm in bed at night, starting to get sleepy, I will often feel the sensation of somebody placing a hand on my head, and sometimes then stroking my hair. When I open my eyes it stops. I have tested it out with DH, getting him to do it whilst I'm lying there, and it feels exactly the same.

Have googled it to see if it's a 'thing' but couldn't find anything. I've also woken to see a figure at the end of the bed lots of times, but now like to think it's night terrors rather than me being haunted...

Hi weird creepy MNers, we have received the messages nominating this for Classics, thanks!

I've debated posting this for a while, but as I've enjoyed all your stories I felt I should share this. It's not me, but my best friend

About 18 months or so ago, my BF was having a recurring dream being hounded/threatened by some people, apparently after a few nights my mum (who had been dead just over a year) came to her in a dream and told her not to worry and that it would all be ok now, they chatted for a bit and my mum said she should be going and the dreams stopped, my BF conceived around the time my mum came to her. A couple of months later, my mum came to her again and chatted (something about the fact we'd be having babies at the same time - we were due a month apart) and my bf made the comment that she thought my mum needed to be moving on, my mum joked that she wasn't good at taking her own advice, just the sort of thing she would have said.

Anyway BF and I both had lovely baby boys born a day apart.

BF only told me this about 3 months after our boys were born, as she didn't want to upset me, and my mum had always said the BF was her third daughter

My mum was always quite sensitive, and so is my BF, I'm comforted that my mum came to her, but also sad that I've not been visited, I do hope she's watching though and takes joy in her grand children.

Mtb you can ask for her to visit you.

I'm so freaked out reading these home alone! This one has stuck with me from childhood!

This happened when I was around 5/6 years old when we used to live in a flat. It was a small building with two flats on the first floor and two flats on the top floor. When you entered the building, you walked into a large walkway (about the size of an average living room) with one flat either side of you and stairs directly in front. Like I said, the walkway was large so you had to walk several metre to get to the wall opposite where we stored bikes etc as it was under the stairs. One evening when all the kids were playing outside, I decided to take my bike it. I entered the building where I was alone and started walking towards to wall straight in front to put my bike back. All was normal, my shadow was directly in front as the light was behind me and it was moving just as I was so definitely mine. Another shadow appeared next to mine on the wall which made me stop. It was bigger than mine, manly and was still moving when I had stopped. It seemed to be coming from behind so I turned around in fright to find no-one there, I was still alone. I dropped my bike and ran out so fast without looking back but I've never forgotten the 'shadow ghost'!

Sorry for typos!! Am on my phone!

My dad reminded me of this last night when I told him about this thread.

My dad had a job in Derry and used to travel between there and Belfast. The route takes you over the Glenshane pass, which is fairly treacherous at the best of times, but particularly so this night as a blizzard had started and the Glen is obviously higher ground and so it was worse on the pass.

My dad was driving and his work colleague was in the van with him. They were driving slowly down the pass when they came across a woman walking along the side of the road. There is nothing on this stretch of road except bog land and ditches, if you're walking on this road, then you must be in trouble/distress. My dad stopped the van and he and his work colleague got out of the van, but the lady was gone. They got some torches from their work gear in the van, thinking perhaps she'd fallen or was scared and hidden in the ditch (early 80's was a dodgy time in NI), they searched for a good 20mins from the point they saw her to the point they stopped the van, on both sides of the road.

She was gone. When they got closer to Belfast they stopped and phoned the police and told them about the woman, she didn't seem to be dressed for cold weather, a mac, a dress and heels.

The police came out to our house the next day, they didn't get onto the pass that night because the weather was so bad, but followed a snow plow, the next morning. They found no trace of her, which was to be expected there had been a snow blizzard so any tracks would have been covered. However, no one was reported missing, no body turned up in the milder weather, she just vanished.

I've just rediscovered this thread after 'losing' it for a while post Christmas. I'm so glad it's still running as it's very interesting and intriguing. Thankyou very much everyone who has shared, especially those for whom the act of sharing is difficult, or raises difficult emotions - your stories are treasured, and respected. Thankyou.

The tale that comes to mind that I can't quite explain away, was some 15 or so years ago. My DD was around 4, & at the time shared a bedroom with her younger brother who still woke frequently in the night and would call out for me. It never woke or bothered her though, and she always slept through.

One night, I was woken by DD calling me. This was unusual so I jumped out of bed, concerned that she was poorly (and that she would wake her sleep-like-a-cat brother). As I went through the door into their room her bed was against the far wall, opposite & horizontal to the doorway. The head was on the left as you came through the door, and the foot on the right and you stood int he door IYSWIM? My daughter was standing at the foot of her bed facing me in her nightie. My eyes were still bleary from being asleep only a few seconds earlier and the room was dark so I wasn't seeing her clearly (hair colour, or facial features etc.etc.), but just as I went to step forward to pick her up and cuddle her something made me pause mid-step. I froze as the thought flashed through my mind that I hadn't put her to bed in her nightie (pretty, white, victorian looking), I'd put her to bed in her power-puff girl jim-jams.

though my foot was paused mid-step I could not continue. I forced myself to turn my head and look at the head of the bed, and yes - there was my daughter sleeping peacefully opposite her brother who was (for once) sleeping peacefully too. But there was a figure of a small girl standing at he foot of my DD's bed. Something in my head said "it won't harm her, but you should go" and I turned on my heel, left the room and went back to bed, and - bizarrely with hindsight - straight back to sleep. In fact it wasn't until some years later that the memory of that night ever came into my head again.

We live in a victorian terrace. It's over 100 years old, and has seen some life come and go I'm sure. I've never seen anything else like that, but it still makes me feel uneasy to recall it.

Incidentally, my DD was/is fine - no recollection of anything, and no woo tales to tell (though she still has the same bedroom).

When 6 months pregnant with dd I was driving past a bridge with a cadillac style car parked at the bridge and a man outside looking straight in at me. I knew his face instantly but couldn't identify how I knew him.he raised his arm up and down as if to say slow down.after passing him I looked in the back mirror and he was gone, disappeared. I did slow down, hit black ice a few miles down the road and police said if id been going faster id have hit the ditch much harder.it wasnt until a year or so later that I recognised this man.when a student nurse years before a porter threatened me in the morgue.i don't know how I got away but I did.this man was laid out in one of the coffins in the morgue.

on honeymoon dh wanted to visit medjugorje while in croatia.i was not pne bot interested but went for dh.after an apparition to one of the visionaries the crowd started singing ave maria and to the tune as clear as day bursts of stars burst out into the sky to the tune of the song.some people could see them.others couldn't. I did.dh didn't.

I was babysitting for a friend of my mother's when I was about 15/16 in an large old house in a village on the outskirts of the town where I lived.
About half an hour after I had got all 3 of the kids to bed I decided to make myself a cup of tea. Walked into the kitchen and the kettle clicked off, having just boiled!
It definitely wasn't one of the kids as they would have had to pass me to get to the kitchen. I dismissed it by thinking that I must have walked into the kitchen and stuck the kettle on without really registering it. Nothing else weird happened, although I did feel a little bit spooked for the rest of the evening.
About 6 months later my elder sister, who had babysat for the same family a couple of years before me, came out with exactly the same story, I had never told anyone about my experience.
Dodgy kettle switch or helpful ghost?!

Dreamingofblueskies - I wasn't going to post on this thread (although I've been following it) but your helpful ghost struck a chord.

When I was a child in my mum's house, my bedroom was at the end of the hallway, the furthest room away from the bathroom. The light switch for the hallway was in the middle of the passage between my room and the bathroom. I was also scared of the dark throughout my childhood.
Whenever I got up in the night needing the loo, I'd open my bedroom door, wait a second and the hallway light would switch itself on for me. It was a big old fashioned switch that had to flick up/down and made a pretty loud "click" so I'd hear it as well as seeing the light come on. Very strange.
This happened for as long as I can remember being scared of the dark, but it never freaked me out. It was just something I accepted as normal.

I'm not woo at all, but I still can't fully explain it to myself now.

dreaming, we've had to switch our kettle off at the wall, as it keeps coming on on its own. I had been hearing a strange clicking noise about the house, it sounded sort of like the kettle, but I dismissed it as no one was using it. Then one day I heard it when I was in the kitchen, and it had come from the corner the kettle was in. The kettle was off, but when I put my hand over it, heat was coming out -- it had just switched off. And it was empty! Fearing to burn down the house, I now make sure to keep it switched off at the wall.

I did think that if it was a faulty kettle they would have picked up on it in the 2 years in between my sister and me babysitting.

When I was younger, about 13, I was lying in bed, drifting off to sleep when I heard my duvet getting pulled back (it was a feather one so could hear the feathers 'crackling'). I gasped and the duvet fell back. This was in my parent's house where I grew up, I was always scared when I was by myself in that place. Even now I get freaked out if I'm the last one downstairs at night when we're visiting, I peg it up the stairs!

These are amazing (and in some cases) moving stories.

I've remembered one of mine and my mum's.

We were living in a very old (500 years) house in the middle of a city at the time - I was about 16. The house wasn't scary, but there was occasionally a slightly spooky atmosphere around my parents bedroom, which was directly above the living room. A few times when I was alone in the house I would hear what sounded like footsteps walking across the bedroom above me - our cats were with me the times it happened, so it wasn't them. I convinced myself it was the old house 'settling' or the wind or something - but not enough so that I ever wanted to go and investigate though! But it was exactly like steps .

When I walked upstairs I also sometimes got that between the shoulder-blades feeling of being watched - as if someone was standing just outside my parents room watching as I went upstairs. If I was feeling brave and sceptical I'd turn and look - there was nothing to see, but oddly looking back now I have the sense of a man with a black beard - not that I ever actually saw anything, so I'm prepared to believe that this was an over-active imagination.

The most weird thing happened to my mum - she told me once she'd had a really vivid dream (hers were usually the nonsensical sort so this was v different to normal) - she woke one morning and saw a young woman in Edwardian dress sitting next to her on the side of the bed. She got a sense of kindness and warmth, and also was aware of someone else similarly dressed in the room. Then she opened her eyes properly and the woman vanished.

Lastly, the house itself had a really warm feeling about it - people described it as friendly. When my parents moved out, after I had left home in my twenties, I went back on moving day to help them and stood in the attic room. This was the oldest part of the house and I'd spent many hours there with friends and boyfriends .

I felt very strongly that I should say thank you and good bye to the house - I'm not normally woo or like this but it felt somehow right and necessary.

A couple of years ago I was retraining for my new career and to make a bit of cash I took on some cleaning jobs, one of these jobs was in a beautiful large family home, it had been converted into one home from 4 miners cottages. It was up in the mountain and the private driveway was about a mile long.

Their ds and dil lived next door and this was around a corner and up another driveway. It was beautiful with solid stone walls, wooden beams and stone floors.

I would clean in the day when the dh was at work and the dw would be out and about, so I was quite often on my own there. One day I was cleaning the kitchen and the couple were in their holiday home in France, so I was completely alone. I heard footsteps walk across the floor above me. Strange I thought, I just assumed their ds was up there. I carried on cleaning and suddenly heard a crash, like somebody had dropped something really heavy. I went to the bottom of the stairs and shouted hello.

Nobody answered me so I went up to see what was happening, there was nobody there. I came back down and carried on cleaning, then I heard the footsteps again and someone started whistling, the hairs on the back of neck and arms all stood on end, I instantly knew I had to get out of there and get out now.

I ran round to the ds' home and told him what I'd heard and he went round to have a look in case there was an intruder, he found nothing amiss but his dw did tell me it'll be Fred the ghost.

It doesn't sound much written down here but it was very frightening.

If you love woo stories, you might like the 'Jim Harold's Campfire' podcast which has some properly creepy real-life tales (and the odd urban legend).

And creepy pasta.com (I think it's called)

Hi. I have been lurking on this site for a while now, and have finally joined to share my story.

I was 10 and my sister was 8. Our parents had a rocky marriage and argued often, and when they did this we would get sent to our bedroom, and our dad usually stormed out of the house.
So on this night, it was a summer evening, so still light outside. My parents were arguing so we were sent to our room. My sister was lying on her bed, and I was standing staring out of the window, waiting for my dad to storm out, which he eventually did.
So I was crying, staring out of the window, watching my dad walk down the road (we lived at the top of a hill), when, out of nowhere, an object which I will call a ufo, appeared in front of my bedroom window.
It was hovering, very very close to the window. It was about the size of 2 cars, oval in shape and very very bright, gold in colour. It was also silent.
I was frozen on the spot. I tried calling my sister, but no noise would come out. I managed to mumble her name, which she didn't hear, then managed to shout her name at the exact same moment the ufo moved.
It flew, not that fast, in a circular motion up in the air, towards some trees opposite our house, half way down the hill.
At this point my sister joined me at the window and also can give the exact same eye witness account that it hovered above these trees before zooming very fast upwards and disappearing.

I have told this story to many people, none of whom believe me as they say I was just a child. And, if my sister hadn't seen it too, I would wonder if I was just halucinating. But she recently said to me, we definately saw it. I asked her to recount what she saw and she described the ufo and what it did, from the point she joined me, exactly as I remember.

Never seen anything since, and pray I never do!

Creepypasta is fiction, though, I think.

Many years ago, we lived in the top half of a large Victorian house, the landlord and his wife lived downstairs. Our flat was reached by a fire escape and the metallic clanging of callers' footsteps would echo throughout the entire house. Late one evening I was alone in the kitchen making a hot drink and DH was away with the Services. The kitchen overlooked the garden and the driveway was to the side. Suddenly I heard a car come up the drive. I heard a male voice say something like "thanks very much", the car door slammed shut and footsteps ran up the fire escape. It was quite late and I was worried as DH was serving in a violent part of the world at the time and my biggest fear was the doorbell ringing at night. The landlord had a dog who always barked at the sound of footsteps on the fire escape, but she was strangely silent. I rushed to the door to open it before the bell rang, as the doorbell would definitely set her off, but no-one was there. I hadn't heard or seen a car drive away, it would would have driven under the kitchen window to turn around before driving off and nothing went back down the drive. I was a bit unnerved and locked the door. Ten minutes later the entire episode happened again; car door slamming, voices, footsteps on the fire escape etc but this time the dog barked and the door bell rang. I asked who was there - and to my surprise it was DH who had been given a totally unexpected long weekend's leave of absence.