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!

When I was pregnant with DD3, DD1 put a mucky handprint on my wardrobe door - which was frosted glass. When I saw it I saw DD2's face in it. DD2 was stillborn and it looked the exact image.
Everytime I wiped it off, DD1 would put a handprint there again. It kept happening everytime I did this until DD3 was born and it disappeared.

When me and DP got together,we didn't tell anyone for a few weeks. DPs mum kept saying she kept hearing ellie gouldings 'your song' on the radio. This turned out to be his song that his mum associated with him when he was a baby, so she knew something was going on with him but was unsure what! Elton John's version obviously, and this song also happens to be my song too.

She also knew I was pregnant before I did.

Going back to DDs...when I went into labour with DD3, i was put in the same room as DD2s labour - even though all other rooms were empty, and it's not their normal first choice room by a long way. Always found that strange but comforting.

for notarehearsal

I keep thinking about sharing this, I've had some strange "ghost" experiences over the years and they are my contribution to the tall tales around the fire on a dark night. This one was so vivid I can remember it really clearly and still can't work out what to think about it and for some reason I've never told a soul about it.

In my late 20's I lived alone in a first floor flat that was part of a converted 1930's house. My bedroom had a bay window with cord sash windows. I'd had friends round, we'd had a fair few drinks, they'd all gone and I was in bed, just drifting off to sleep.

This is going to sound so strange - something made me open my eyes and, although I hadn't heard anything, I could vaguely see the shape of a man climbing through my window. I don't know why this didn't terrify me, but I had that sort of half awake half asleep feeling and just lay there watching him. And this is even more weird - he got into bed with me, and well, we had sex. I wasn't afraid, just sort of half asleep, and without getting too graphic, it felt good, arms around me, kissing, all rather satisfying . Then he got out of bed and I must have fallen asleep because that was it.
In the morning I woke up thinking "wtf??" and completely unsettled. My mind kept going over - did that happen in real life or was I dreaming? I gave the window a thorough look over and the latches were locked so there was no way it could have been opened from outside, even if someone had maybe put a ladder up the wall. But, it just felt so real, I kept re-playing it in my mind, and 20-odd years later I still have an uneasy feeling about that night.

Tartina Don't think so - my Mum's house is in the middle of a town nowhere near anything like that. And the noise seemed so clearly to be in the room!

Back now. This is more the 6th sense of a driver, like the times when you just know some mad sod is going to drive out of a side road at great speed without looking, so you've already slowed down? So, a few days ago, it was a blizzard here. I was making my last trip to the store, weather and visibility appalling. In front there was a man on a bike. I'd already held back to give him wobble room but suddenlyi just knew That he'd go over. I moved into the centre of the road so that the person behind, already blaring his horn at the b.woman ahead, couldn't overtake me, stopped my car and switched hazard lights on. All this was split second. As the bloke behind me came to ask wtf, I had time to say "becau....." And then it happened. Biker off his bike, slewed across the road, just where I, or the other driver, would have driven over him. Sixth sense in overdrive there.

Hmm, I left the iPad open on this thread, went to cook dinner, and came back to find it scrolling up and down this page at random. Wooooo...

We lived by Cannon Hill Park in Birmingham when I was little and I remember being woken up by jingling noise and going down stairs and there were soldiers marching through our hallway, I wasn't worried or scared just stood on the stairs watching these guys dressed in blue march past me. My parents told me it was just a dream, have since googled and Cannon Hill was a civil war site, glad I wasn't going crazy!

My dads - we live in rural wales and my dad drove the same way to work everyday, on a particularly icey day negotiating all twisty turny roads he felt the car skid, tried to right it..
Next thing he knew he came to inside the car in the middle of the field that ran alongside the road. all of the glass had gone from his windows but he was uninjured and the car showed absolutely nothing to suggest he had rolled. He said it was as if he had been picked up and set down. Mechanics at our village garage couldn't believe their eyes.

Notarehearsal, that was so touching to read. Thinking of you and your son.

This isn't actually supernatural, but was very scary at the time. When I was about 15, I thought I was developing a mental health issue, because I kept hearing mumbling voices coming from my stereo speakers even though the stereo was switched off. I didn't tell anyone about it because I thought I was going mad. Then one day my stepdad was in my room when it happened, and he heard it too. He works for a radio station, and he pretty quickly figured out that even though the power was off, there was some residual current inside the speakers, and that somehow the wires were picking up a radio station somewhere and broadcasting it to my room. He rewired my stereo and the speakers, and the noises stopped. It doesn't sound so spooky now, but at the time I genuinely thought I was losing my mind and it was one of the most frightening experiences I've ever had.

Notarehearsal, I'm so sorry for your loss. You must be so proud of him.

Not a rehearsal - so sorry to hear you lost your son

Notarehearsal - I'm so sorry for your loss.

Notarehearsal so sorry to read about your Son

for notarehearsal and everyone who has shared their tragic losses on here.

Those describing sudden panic setting in as a loved one dies, I have experienced the same thing. I was a young teen, staying at my dad's house the night before a school trip. I was in the spare bedroom just pottering about, the tv was on, all very normal. I heard the phone ring, my dad answered and a couple of minutes later I heard him go out. It was about 8pm. The second the front door shut, I was completely drenched in panic - really as if a bucket of ice cold water had emptied itself over my head. I couldn't sit still and was up pacing the floor till about 1am, intermittently trying to persuade myself that nothing was wrong. But I knew, something was very wrong, I knew it was either mum or my brother and I spent the night chanting to myself 'please not mum or X, please not mum or X'.

Eventually fell asleep and woke to the news that my mum had killed herself during the night. The phone call was from her. I heard nothing of it, no speech, and she had hidden her depression from us kids so successfully that her suicide was a complete shock. I had no inkling at all. But that night I knew that something dreadful was happening.

Oh giant, my thoughts go out to you, your family and your mum.

for Giant.

for all those who have shared their stories of loss.

I had lots of experiences as a child which I can't really remember by my Mum and Nan can. I had an imaginary friend who I can kind of remember what he looked like. I'd given him a Welsh name, we have no Welsh connections and no one knew where I would have heard the name. My Mum used to get really freaked out by him and she doesn't scare easily!
I grew up in a pub and would often talk about ladies in ballgowns, describing their dresses and shoes. Years later after we'd left the pub was redeveloped and old plans were found. It turned out my bedroom was a ballroom many years before we lived there and no one (during our time there) knew.
I can also recall being on holiday with my grandparents and sleeping between them in bed, waking up and seeing a man at the end of the bed, he looked at me and put his finger to his mouth as to 'shhhh' I recall diving under the quilt and being really hot but too scared to come out then just waking in the morning. The odd thing is, my grandparents took us all over the world, seeing amazing sights yet I barely remember, even the 100's of photos my Nan has yet I could draw that hotel room and recall every detail of the man in the room.
A lady who once came I to the pub (total stranger) went up to my Nan and told her that I had 'the gift'. Since leaving the pub nothing strange ever happened.
My family are believers, I get scared by anything woo so refuse to accept it always thinking there is a reasonable explanation (trying to convince myself there's nothing to be afraid of!)

Some of these experiences are terribly sad.

I still don't know if this was real or my mind was playing tricks on me. It was so bloody weird.

I had a terrible labour with DD, ended up having to stay in hospital for 7 days after her birth. She was a very unsettled baby & one night she wouldn't stop crying, I must have had 4 hours sleep that week & I was beyond shattered. I was pacing the ward with DD and there was a massive clock on the wall that said it was 11pm. I silenty said "someone please help me" I felt like I couldn't cope. Next thing I know i'm looking at the clock and it was 7.30am & the midwives were coming round the ward. I was still pacing the floor with DD. Where did those 8 and a half hours go?

Could it have been that the clock had accidentally been hung upside down and what looked like 11pm was actually 6.30 on a dark winter morning?

Woah Peppermint, that is freaky.

No, honestly! It was 11pm - give or take 10/15 mins. Can't remember the exact time.

I never really think about it, I ended up with PND so I try to block those early days out, but this thread reminded me of how weird I thought it was at the time. I was pacing the floor, looked at the clocked, felt utter despair, silently asked for help, looked at the clock again and it was morning. I remember thinking "WTF? This can't be right?" But I was so, so relieved.

*looked at the clock, I meant. I'm shattered!