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 do the street lamp thing too. Only specific street lamps, but once one starts doing that, I can consistently turn it on and off by walking past.

Those of you who can turn street lamps off - are they old-style ones (yellow/orange sodium) or newer one? (white LED/halogen)

Because we in part consist of electrical energy and impulses, it doesn't seem that far-fetched that we can interrupt power supplies.

For me it was always the old ones. I haven't done it in a while -- I wonder if that is because there are newer ones mostly now, and maybe they're not as sensitive for some reason (no idea how any of that works!)

Oh, other street-lamp people, do you also tend to get a lot of shocks from random things (blankets, doors, etc)? Because I do.

The story about the kimono ladies in the room is brilliantly creepy!

(14.48 on 21st jan)

I do get shocks from lots of things! But then again I live somewhere where it's very dry in the winter so I've just always taken it as a part of life.

I can't consciously turn them on and off (which would be pretty cool if I could!). They are always random and pretty much any kind of lamp, sometimes I notice stop lights will just go out too.

Not really a story, but just a strange/creepy sensation I keep getting, that my DH can read my thoughts and is hiding this from me.

I've tried testing him, for example thinking things but not seeing them to see how he reacts. It's hit and miss, but the hits are extremely freaky. Little things like 'thinking' the colour red at him while he's ironing, and then he lifts out a red t-shirt from the pile and grins.

Of course, I can't see how this is actually possible unless he's an x-man mutant, or an alien. But still...

Or he's Edward Cullen. This can only be seen as a plus..

Keepitdown, you have to test it some more!

Some years ago, when DD was about 3, we visited a local water mill which had been renovated. There are three floors, with the water wheel on the ground floor, a café in the middle and a large room at the top, which was where the craft stalls were on this day. DD loved looking around, climbing the stairs, etc. until we got to the craft room. She wouldn't go in and started screaming. She was pointing up to the rafters and said "man......like this" and put her head to one side. We have been back there to visit the café recently, and she was happy and comfortable in every room, so I have no idea what was there that day.

I think I might have killed Peter Ustinov :(

This was in my younger days, when I lived in a rural village with my Dad and befriended a girl whose parents owned a stable yard; I must have stayed the night as I was mucking out with said friend the next morning, and we were for some reason talking about those Roman epics that used to be on every Sunday afternoon. I finished with words to this effect: "Peter Ustinov was always in them, and probably still would be, if they made Roman epics any more..." (pause to muse on this whilst shoveling horse poo) "...actually, he probably wouldn't be. He must be dead by now."

Shortly afterwards I walked back home, made a cup of tea, sat down and switched on the TV. A newsreader was speaking:

"Tributes are pouring in for the actor, Peter Ustinov, who died this morning..."

If really long usernames were easy to read, you should so have that moomin.

I used to houseshare in Walthamstow and woke one night to see a perfectly delineated ghost in 19th century dress floating in mid air. It was a dress 'filled' but she had no head or arms visible. She turned towards me and I could feel her looking at me. I was rigid with terror and couldn't move but gradually sleep overtook me. When I woke again, she was gone.

Not me, but my mum.

When my brother was a baby (before I was born), she took him to the shop and he fell asleep on the way back. She parked him in the kitchen, and after checking on him, decided to get the washing in off of the line. She had just got to the line when she heard her father's voice (he died when she was a child) as clear as day, tell her "Jane, go and get Peter NOW". She ignored it, and again the voice ordered her to go and get him.

She walked in and he was blue, and not breathing. She ran a sink of freezing water and plonked him in it; the cold water forced him to take a breath (very risky though, not recommended!!). The doctor told her she was incredibly lucky.

To this day she can't explain it. She says the second warning also came with an incredible pull that almost dragged her back into the kitchen.

In a pram, obviously. I appear to have omitted that bit!

Whereabouts in Walthamstow?

Traveling through Wales in October with my ex bf it was getting late and we decided to find a pub / BnB to spend the night. We looked for ages and eventually stopped at a run down pub for want of anything better. It was shut so we knocked and asked the lady that answered if she had a room. She never answered but showed us to a room mumbled£20 and left. Strange but what the hell it was clean.

We went down to the bar later and I'm not kidding it was like something out of a western, as we walked in the entire place went silent. Anyway had a nice if not uncomfortable meal, a few drinks and toddled off to bed (didn't sleep well due to the buzzing neon light a la psycho outside the bedroom window)

Next morning went down to breakfast, we were silently seated in the dining room, the only guests. It was decorated with what I can only describe as satanic pictures. Really wierd creepy pencil drawings depicting the pub, goats heads, hooded figures, imps.... I have never eaten breakfast so quickly in my life. We wheel spun out of the place.

The wierdest thing was neither of us said a word to each other about the oddness all the time we were there. It was a bout 30 minutes later when I turned to him and asked 'what date is it? Did that really happen?"

Keepitdown that's another thing that I forgot to add, DH and I are like that too! One of us will be thinking something and the other will say something very similar, or we will call/text each other at the same time (quite often actually), or one of us will be thinking of a song and the other will hum it or put it on youtube. Freaky-deaky!

windchime was it New Lanark?

My brother was a spooky little sod when he was a kid. He wasn't quite 3 when he asked my mum why he couldn't speak French anymore. She asked him when he could, he answered 'when I lived with my other mummy, she was a witch but a good witch, I've had lots of mummy's but you're the nicest'

My mum and I can be a bit woo too. We know when we need each other and will ring or turn up at each others houses. She also dreamt one night that someone was knocking on her house door in the middle of the night, she ran and opened the door and her mum was there, gm said we have to go to America aunt Mabel is ill, at that point mum 'woke up' in the front garden at 3am. Half an hour later the phone rang gm had to go to America aunt Mabel was ill.

My dad died10 years ago, I was at mums a few months after trying to fix a leaking joint, not having a new washer and not wanting to leave it dripping I was searching for PTFE tape, I mean seriously my dad was a kitchen fitter and not roll to be found. In frustration I kicked something in the garage and said ' for fucks sake dad where is it' clear as day I heard him 'watch the bloody language in front of your mum, it's in the second drawer down in the office, and don't kick my tools' went straight to it - mum was amazed

It's interesting the number of stories I've read in this thread and past ones where toddlers refer to having "another mummy". It is very past life-y isn't it?!

Babies/toddlers do seem to have a sense about them. We were talking today in baby group about how they seem to be looking at angels sometimes.

My 2mo will be clearly looking at something middle-distance sometimes and wave his hands around smiling.

I am sure i get a sense of something 'else' making him happy that i can't see!

The story about the black panther reminded me of something that happened just 2 or 3 years ago in the house we live in now.

We live on a farm & the land backs on to woodland. At the time our dogs were on the bones & raw food diet & there was an area of grass, next to the house that we nicknamed the graveyard, as that is where they used to take their bones.

Anyway, it was a warm summer night & the bedroom windows were open & DH was awoken to the sound of loud gnawing. He got out of bed & looked out of the window & saw a large, black animal (about Labrador height but very broad), with a long, thin tail that curled upwards. It was on the 'graveyard' eating the bones. DH is the least fanciful person in the world but what he saw, made him come downstairs & get his camera. When he took the photo, the flash scared 'it' off but he did manage to get a photo of the rear of it & it's tail. Comparing it, to the surrounding terrain, it was bloody big!!

DH came back to bed & in his words "the bugger came back!" & he laid there, listening to it munching a way. I slept through the whole thing!

We're nowhere near any areas where big cats have been spotted, AFAIK & we've never heard/seen it again.

yes the "another mummy" thing is really astonishing; I'd never come across it before reading this thread...really makes you think about the possibility of reincarnation.