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!

When I was 8 I woke up in the middle of the night for no apparent reason, but decided I might as well go to the loo since I was awake anyway. As I came out of the bathroom I saw my great grandad coming out of DM's bedroom. He had his old tweed coat on and was putting on his matching hat. He asked if I was ok. I said I was fine and going back to bed, said good night and didn't think anything of it. It was while I was having breakfast the next morning that it occurred to me that GGD had been dead for a year. I assumed I had dreamt the whole thing.

DM had throat cancer when I was 8, which was caught early and she thankfully made a full recovery. Years later I asked her how she'd known something was wrong. She looked a bit embarrassed, said it sounded ridiculous, then proceeded to tell me about a dream she had where she had "woken up" and GGD had been sitting on the end of her bed in his tweed coat with his hat resting on his knees, watching her. She asked him why he was there and he told her that she needed to go to the doctor about her sore throat. She waved it off, said it was nothing and that he shouldn't worry. He insisted it wasn't and that she should go, made her promise she would, then got up and left the room.

When I told DM about seeing him on the stairs we were both a bit freaked out. We're quite a rational, scientific family who didn't believe in ghosts and still don't, but we really can't explain the coincidence and I still feel odd whenever I remember it

Have read the full thread, fascinating & touching stories!

Mine is that I seem to have a sense for when those close to me pass away.
As a child, about 4 or 5, I was playing in the garden with a friend when my DM rushed home. Friend made some comment about DM looking grumpy. To which I responded with 'shut up, my nana is dead, she's upset' sure enough my friend was sent home & DM brought me in to tell me.
No clue how I knew, nana hadn't been ill & it was a sudden & unexpected death.
About 7 or 8 years later my DGF passed, he had been ill & we knew it was coming, but on the morning of his death I woke up about 6am & just knew he was gone. Got out of bed to tell my DM the news (no idea how I was going to explain my knowing!) and found her taking the phone call from the hospital.
Same kind of thing with FIL. 2 years ago, knew he was going to pass but didn't expect it as quick, had left him in hospital about 11pm one night, DH & I come home & settle for the night. I woke up at 1.10am, knew he was gone. Woke DH just as the phone started to ring. It was the hospital with the news.

Mo love reading these. I have so many stories.

Reading the black cats - I was about 13ish I remember being in the car with my mum driving down single country road, this black thing jumped in front of the car, was the size of a goat but had a long tail, and jumped the gate the other side. We stupidly all got out of the car to see what the hell it was, thinking nothing how nothing can jump a gate. But couldn't see anything. I swear it was the big cat. Also my grandparent live on a farm in middle of no where, they said once they use to leave the back door open for the dog to come in and I've they found what they described as an abnormal size black cat eating their dinner and the sheep dogs cowering in the corner whilst this thing ate their dinner. They are use to feral cats trying to come into the house but this was huge & what looked like only a kitten. When they tried to get it out they noticed it's eyes were different to a normal cat & it actually went to attack then trying to get it out. To this day my grandad swears it was it a baby panther or something!

My ghostly story.... My best friend died in a car crash few years ago now. I went to place a poem in her coffin, and wrote the poem out and saved on my phone so I would remember it. Few days later was the funeral and the morning of the funeral I had a txt.... But sooo weirdly it didn't come from a number or name was blank but was a txt in my inbox (was the old Nokias) and it was the poem! To this day I swear it was her! As the poem was about saying thank you for being a good friend.

I have so many stories :0) enjoying reading all your stories xx

I haven't had it happen for a while now... But I always remember as a child always wanting something heavy on my feet while in bed. Remember getting teddies and out on top of the covers to feel like someone was sitting there. No idea why I started it or when. But a few times I wake to find a man sitting at the bottom of my bed. And it's happened in recent years too, but has never frightened me in a way find it calming. I don't know who this man is though. In our old house not long after having DD1 I woke to find a lady standing over her Moses basket! It was a flash and couldn't see her well enough to see who it was. I told DH who said I was mad and sleep deprivation was playing tricks on me. Few times this happens I saw this woman and the man was at the bottom again. DH decided I was loosing the plot!
Until few weeks later (he is a total skeptic!! Skeptic as skeptic can be) he woke and woke me up shaking as he saw a lady at the bottom of the bed!
Few years ago now I saw a medium, never brought this up with her but she said some of my passed family who I never met would come & visit me in the night. & she also mentioned that they knew I had see them and they had told her to tell me just speak to them and not be scared.

Few other stories my nan use to tell me, when my grandpi was in the war he was in first aid and his main job was to sit with the dying. And the stories my nan told. A few of them would say to him that he had another man with him all the time and he was his twin, which he did have a twin who died at birth. But these people never knew or met my grandpi before & never would have known.

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To all the people who've experienced their mum's presence in times of need I think I experienced it from the other side last night! My 9mo dd is usually a very good sleeper but last night she was very restless and upset. I was lying in bed absolutely exhausted after being in her room a few minutes before when I started to doze. I was half awake and half dreaming that I was in dd's room stroking her hand. I stayed holding her hand for a while then decided she was asleep. As soon as I let go of her hand in the dream she started howling back in the real world. I jolted up with a start and the hairs on the back of my neck were standing up. Probably just a coincidence but it's nice to think I may have such a strong bond with her.

When I was expecting DS with my DP working away (and rubbish at diy) I put shelves up in his nursey myself. They seemed pretty solid but I only put teddies on them to be sure, when DP got home from work, we arrange the nursery and he moved the changing table underneath one of the shelves. When DS was born I kept saying to him we should move it from underneath there 'just in case'. I ended up co-sleeping with DS anyway and a few weeks after co sleeping, I suddenly thought wouldn't it be so much easier putting the side of the cot down and using that as a changing table as it was right next to the bed, so I moved the changing mat and all the changing stuff into the cot and put the side down. That night I heard a huge crash in the middle of the night, the shelf above the changing table had fell down and left a massive dent in the changing table! My heart stopped! Imagine if I'd of been changing DS at that moment!!

The other is when my dad was really sick he was high on morphine and asked my mum for pen and paper, he wrote down our home phone number and when my mum asked what it was for, he said 'so I can remember it'. He died shortly after. A few weeks after the funeral my mums house phone would ring once and then cut off, all times of day and night, when she did 1471 it was the number that had called previously, it did it for about a year. She even bought a set of new phones as she thought they were faulty but it carried on. A couple of years later after I had moved out I went to visit her and we were talking about my dad and when the phone used to ring and about a minute later it rang! She said it hadn't done it in at least 2 years, we were both totally spooked!

probably a bit fanciful but responding to thread about toddlers seeing things. our lovely dwarf rabbit died and I remember my dd looking out into the garden afterwards saying rabbit. she was about 18 months and didn't say much.

Before my grandfather died he was bedridden and my gran had given up work to become his full-time carer. He couldn't do anything physical like speak or walk because of his illness, but his mind was fully functional and he used to have a little machine that he could type on and it would speak for him. We knew he didn't have long left, and he asked my gran if they could go for a drive across the moors one last time, but it was so difficult to get him out of the house and in the car they didn't manage to organise it before he died.

My gran took the urn with his ashes in for that drive because she had promised him, and when she'd stopped at a cafe to have a drink small white feather blew in through an open window and landed right in front of her on the table. It might've been a coincidence but she got great comfort from it.

A few more things happened to do with him, for their anniversary 10 years before his death he had bought my Gran a painting she wanted for years. The night he died the painting had slipped, not the frame all the mount just the painting so it was at an angle in the mount.

He also used to be a very fussy eater, and once we were sat around with a few close family friend eating frozen yoghurt. My Gran was telling us how he had refused to try it saying he wouldn't like it, but she had given it to him and said it was ice cream...he had said it was delicious! We were all laughing at the story when the leg rests of his wheelchair which were resting on the seat in the corner of the room fell off with a crash! It was totally like he was saying "hey! Stop laughing at me!".

Ooh also have some slightly woo stories from my gran!

One day when she was a young girl she woke up and told her mother she had a feeling something bad was going to happen today, she ended up slipping on ice and breaking her leg.

When she was coming round from the anaesthetic after getting her leg fixed, she was apparently calling "miffy! Miffy!" Rather loudly. They had asked her mum about it, and she had said "oh yes that's our guinea pig back home"... When they got home the guinea pig was dead in its cage!

Also my dad used to play a lot of football before I was born, and that you used to take the whole weekend. My mum was onece complaining to my Gran about how she wished to spend more time with her, rather than playing football and my gran replied with " well let's hope he breaks his leg!". Sure enough that very day he broke his leg really badly and never played football again!

So many typos! Sorry, I'm using Siri because my fingers are too cold to type

Not spooky but a bit odd. It doesn't happen now with the new style tvs but when everyone had the box type ones I could always "feel" when one was on. I said something about it to my brother and he laughed and said well you would hear it wouldn't you? But it was as I walked into the house or near a room. Its hard to explane but I used to get a fuzzy feeling.

I've said about this before but my DH told me when he was at school he went to an after school club doing sports one one side, on the other side of the hall there was a badmington class. For no reason he turned round to look at the other group of people just to see a man fall down and die on the spot, as he did my DH saw what looked like a black cloud rising from his body. My DH is totally non woo and doesn't believe in anything and puts it down to shock but its a story he recalls a lot. He told his mum over christmas and she just grunted and said oh right I just told the story to my dad and he said he heard a story like that on the radio where 2 men saw someone die and a black mist came from him and 1 believed it was his spirt leaving the body.

Emma, my aunt said the same thing about the mist rising when she was with my GD when he died.

My dad died from cancer and was cared for at home whilst terminal. In his last few days he said that his parents and brother had visited ( all dead) but we put it down to morphine. On his last day he had the rattling breath and was in a terrible state and couldn't really speak. Then, all of a sudden, he sat up himself (having been unable to move for days) and told us he was dying and to get his pj top off. He said it again twice, then 'mum's here' and he died.

I will have to look more into it.

I'm going to sound like a complete freak but I hate flying, I get really scared and before I had children, whenever I flew and got scared on the landing and takeoff (and any turbulence) I would always chant in my head 'love you mum, love you dad' over and over again, so if anything happened, hopefully I would appear to them and tell them how much I loved them! Last time I flew I did have kids so the chant got longer to include dh, dd's and dm and dd!

Can't believe I'd admitted that!

I've sat and read this whole thread and have totally freaked myself out! No idea how I will sleep tonight - I'm looking for ghosts in every corner of the room! Brilliant thread though.

I have a couple of strange things that have happened but nothing to rival some of the wonderful stories here.

When I was a kid, I was a big Michael Jackson fan. My parents took my sister and I to see him in concert at Aintree and I really loved him. Anyway, when I was about 9, I went on a caravan holiday with friend and her family. We were sunbathing outside the caravan and I had my eyes shut. Suddenly, I saw a newspaper front page in my mind as clear as can be. It stayed for a few seconds and then went. I sat up and told my friend that MJ was in trouble for hurting a boy. The week after we got home, the first story of child abuse concerning Michael Jackson hit the news. One of the newspaper front pages looked EXACTLY like the one I saw in my mind. My friend still remembers what I said to her and tells others that I'm some kind of witch .

My second story is about a dream I had just after I found out I was pregnant with my first child. I was pretty freaked out and anxious by it all but the dream calmed me completely. It was so vivid. I was holding a baby in my dream. It was a girl and I couldn't stop looking at her. I felt so happy and complete in my dream and couldn't stop smiling. The feeling stayed with me when I woke. I went to work that day and told my colleague that I was having a girl and that she was lovely. I did have a girl and she was, and still is, lovely. After a really traumatic birth, they handed my baby to me and my first thought was, 'I know you'. I recognised her instantly as my dream baby.

Finally, my dad has had a fair few weird experiences. He was on honeymoon with my mom and they were staying in a hotel. My mom had popped out and my dad was sitting on the bed looking out of the window at the seafront. He suddenly had a strange feeling there was someone behind him and when he turned around there was a chambermaid standing there. He was startled and made some joke about her making him jump. She didn't acknowledge him at all. He swears she couldn't even see him! He said he could just feel she was a ghost. He turned back to the seafront and when he looked behind again, she'd gone . He takes things like this very much in his stride. I'd have been packing my bags and checking out within the hour!

Not my story but my best friend's parents:

She and her DH had their wedding night in a lovely hotel which is mostly an old Tudor manor house. The 'honeymoon suite' has a very old four poster, lots of drapey hangings etc. Her DH was in the bathroom and she was sitting in bed reading something, when she half saw somebody walk across the bottom of the bed. Thinking her DH was finished, she looked up to see him just coming out the bathroom, toothbrush still in hand. He asked her what the matter was, and when she looked a bit blank said 'I just heard you come into the bathroom behind me, and asked you what you wanted, but when I turned round you'd gone.'

When they mentioned this checking out the next day, they were told this particular room was regularly vacated by guests after just one night due to spooky goings-on.

The big cat thing - My BF, now DH, moved up out of London to be with me in my home in the countryside (Northants) about 8 years ago. Back then he used to smoke roll ups and always popped out into the back garden to do this. He had been moved in with us for less than a week, when this one night, nearly midnight, he came straight back in looking puzzled and a bit amused. I asked what was wrong and he shook his head and said this country air must be messing with his mind as he could have sworn that he'd just seen what looked like a puma jump away over the back fence as he went out the back door.

I asked him to describe it. He described it as a big cat, basically. Very big dog size, but long tail and cat like movement. Lightish in the glow from the back door. He heard the bang as it hit the top of the fence jumping into the field. He was prepared to think he was going mad!

I then told him that there had been a few sightings of big cats in the area over the years. I hadn't mentioned it to him previously, and as a townie through and through he'd not heard of such a thing. I then told him that when i had moved up here a few years earlier there had been a big outbreak of foot and mouth and to prevent the spread there was a ban on anyone walking the footpaths or crossing fields in the surrounding countryside. After a couple of weeks of this a few local owners had found some of their livestock, including ponies, found dead with their throats ripped out. The word locally was that the lack of folk out and about had made the big cat/s bold and come in closer to the farms. Goodness knows if this is right, but when i told DH his affable smile about what he had just seen changed to

Mines not spooky but weird in a nice way.

When we were younger my df used to take us to the beach. One day we were playing in the sand when my df's wedding band slipped off. It belonged to his grandad and was it was passed onto him when he died, anyway it was quite big for my df so easily slipped off and was lost in the sand. We searched and searched but couldn't find it.

The next day we went back to the same beach but a different part, much further away from where we had been the previous day. I was playing in the sand when I found my df's ring!!

Thinking back it is a bit spooky but a happy ending for my df as the ring had obvious sentimentl value

I can't remember if I've posted but I have the street lamp thing too. It happens in phases. If I'm stressed or have nervous energy it's ridiculous how often it happens.

One night I broke 3 electrical appliances in the house and I remember my flat ate at the time yelling at me to stop touching anything.

Odd story from yesterday. Ds received a new lego watch in the post. I assembled it but the clasp was missing so it was a bit useless. We turned the kitchen upside down and even went through the bin. Nothing. Later on I was standing in my room upstairs and felt something in my hand. I looked down and I was actually holding the missing clasp. I just stood there and stared at my hand in shock. Where had it been? How had it got into my hand? So Bloody bizarre.

I have had to name change for this. I have been following this thread for a while as I have had some very strange experiences in my lifetime, but what happened to me today is inexplicable. I am currently going through a hideous divorce and am quite stressed, I have also been really missing my Mum lately, dead 12 years last Saturday, but have been showered with feathers and have had some very odd middle of the night calls on my mobile. I just think she is making her presence felt. Anyway, back to today. I went out this morning, dropped DS at nursery, drove straight to meet a friend for breakfast, which I paid for, went into town afterwards to take some returns to a couple of stores. Stopped first at a high street chain to return an online order. Retrieved card from purse for refund. Assistant then told me that she couldn't refund as I had paid via Paypal and would need to return by post. Had a discussion about this for a few minutes. I had picked up a couple of cosmetic items and once again reached for my card to pay. It was gone. Assistant said to me, "you put it in your purse", pulled out purse, emptied bag...became a huge search operation. Emptied out everything, returns stuff, shook out clothes, eventually went and took off boots, took off coat, people in queue checking my scarf, gave permission to assistant to go through my purse as I was panicking and might have missed it. She also went through bag again. She also said "I don't understand it, I saw you put it in your purse, it was silver wasn't it?". It was indeed. So, search continued, they pulled out units, checked tills, it had just gone. After 45 mins I had to leave paying for items and said I would go to bank and cancel card. Left store, utterly embarrassed, sweating and flustered but totally mystified, hesitated for a second or two, thinking I needed to go home but realised I didn't have enough to pay for car park so headed to bank. They were great, stopped card immediately, confirmed my last transaction (breakfast) and ordered me a new card. Also allowed me to withdraw some cash so I could get out of car park to get home. They said that somebody very fast had probably swiped it and I had done the right thing going straight to bank. So, still laden with all my "returns", I headed home. Walked into house, headed for kitchen, ironing board still up from the morning, but there, in the middle of it, was my bank card. Now void. I cannot explain it. I only have that one debit card, no credit cards or any others. In my purse I just had my Matalan card, a tax credit prescription exemption card, my driving licence and my Boots Advantage card. You will all think I am nuts. There is no rational explanation at all. There is no possible way that my card could have been transported from having breakfast to being in my house approximately 5 miles away within the space of about 10 minutes. So, I am totally freaked out and am hoping that "somebody" or "something" caused this today and diverted my life along a different path. I am off to read my rosary beads, haven't done that in years.....! Oh, I also did the lottery tonight...!

That is weird, tempnamechange. Well weird.

Omg temporarynamechange!
That's an amazing experience.
Strange things can happen at times of upheaval and stress and I do believe loved ones on the other side will try to reach out.
The feathers thing is widely reported. I've heard my name spoken in an empty house when I've been upset, and felt comforted by it.
I hope the divorce and the stress is soon behind you.

A few woo things have happened to me before. When i was about 9 or 10 me and my family got into the car heading off to some park or somewhere. When I was a kid I went through a phase of not wearing my seat belt and messing round with my sister swapping seats mid journey etc. Anyway so I got in the car and had this overwhelming feeling that the car was going to crash. It was almost like a voice direct into my mind was telling me. I put my seat belt on and sat really quite. 20 odd mins later my dad went into the back of another car.

When i was a similar age 9 or 10 i used to play in the alleyway behind my house. One day I had just closed my front door about to play when I had the same sensation as before this overwhelming urge to go to a particular spot in the alleyway. When i got to the spot there was a small fence on the ground I lifted it up and found a handbag underneath it. I took it home and me and my dad returned it to the owner (found address in the bag). She had it stolen the night before. I alas remember she was really hostile toward me like she thought i had taken it and my dad made me return it.

I went through a phase when i was about 13-14 of being obsessed with my dreams. I would keep a dream diary and write anything down I could remember. I had a dream one night that me and my best friend were walking to the local cinema when it began flooding everywhere like a tsunami or something and we took shelter in the local leisure centre. Then the leisure centre just collapsed with water and I woke up. I wrote it all down in my dream diary and forgot about it. That day I was with my friend bored walking round town and we decided to go to the cinema, half way there it started to rain like never before. Totally pissing it down we were completely drenched and went into to leisure centre to dry off while i called my mum to pick us up. Went into the loos and it was raining so heavy the ceiling tiles were coming off and gushes of water just pouring down into the loos. No one believed me I dreamt about it until we got home and I had solid proof lol!

layla, so sad about the purse lady's attitude :( Certainly not geared to encourage future altruistic behaviour.

temporary - wow! That is really weird.

I also dreamt about 9/11 before it happened. My family and I visited the world trade centre in August 2001. That night I had terrible dreams about being kidnapped by terrorists from the world trade centre. It was the kind of nightmare that stays with you for ages and I was really frightened for a good few days afterwards. A couple of weeks later I was back home in Italy and saw on the news about the first plane flying into the tower. I knew straight away that these were the same people that I had dreamt about!