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!

Bloody hell Doris My brother knew him quite well.

Mine is quite sad.
I was living on a traveller site in a caravan a few years ago. I was 6mths and DS was 4. We had single man move into the caravan next to us.
His parents drove him from kent,paid his first months rent and left him there with no car (we were quite rural) He didn't speak so i didn't speak to him much.
One night i must've gotton up 3/4 times an hour to use the toilet,and even DS who normally sleeps very well got up and climbed in bed with me. So we had noise/lights/toilet flushing til the early hours.
The next morning i found a knife on the other side of the caravan on the floor outside the bathroom window. Nobody should be there and i was very frightened.
The traveller boys moved us all to a caravan directly next to them which put me at ease. They convinced me it was a misunderstanding,but didn't dither at moving me away from that area.
But a few days later at the back of our site a man attempted to rape a mum of 3 as she was on the footpath looking for nettles to use in her tea. She fought back more than he expected so he murderd her.

It was the man who lived in the caravan next to us. He had been released from prison for god knows what,his parents knew that he couldn't go home due to threats from vigilantes. (He wasnt a traveller) It was definitely him that night that was outside with a knife.

*I was 6mths pregnant that should read

I've lived in my current rented house for 3 1/2 years now. We moved while I was heavily pregnant and my son was born 1 month later.

When he was 3 weeks old he stopped breathing. It was about 10.30 pm and he was in his Moses basket next to my bed (on my side). Ds was a grazer and I bf him but he would only have a small amount and then 15 minutes later want more. As such I was barely sleeping and this evening I was so tired I remember thinking "thank god he's sleeping now" because he'd gone quiet. I was nearly asleep (facing away from him)'and for some reason I got a really strong urge to look at him one last time. I turned over, sat up and looked into the basket where my tiny baby wasn't breathing. I grabbed him and it was like holding a rag doll. If I hadn't looked one last time he wouldn't be here now. It still makes me think now, I have no idea why I felt such a strong urge to check him one last time and I know if I had just fallen asleep (which was my plan) I wouldn't have woken up for quite a while.

This also concerns my bedroom (where the Moses basket stood back then).

I often 'see' things moving in my bedroom. I regularly have a pile of clean washing, waiting for me to sort it out and put away. I often see it moving, like there's an animal under it all, iykwim? (I have no animals). I also see things moving on the bookcase which is right next to this. Whilst this always freaks me out, in the light of day I put it down to being half asleep and dreaming. The problem is this, 3 nights ago ds (now 3.5) was in bed with me, he sat up, looked at the pile and bookcase and told me that they were "funny". I asked what he meant and he said "moving funny". I asked him if it was scary and he said no, it's just funny

One other thing I can think of right now concerning this house is something my daughter (17)and myself experienced.
It was about 2 years ago and she was the last person downstairs. As she came up she told me that she'd turned all the lights off. About half an hr later we both heard a clicking sound coming from downstairs. it sounded exactly like the hob button on the cooker being pressed and that clicking sound you get. I went down to check and all of the back lights were on (dining room, kitchen and bathroom). I pressed the cooker button and it was definitely that noise.

I meant to add, I sometimes wonder if 'something' caused ds to nearly die or if it saved him by making me check him one last time.

I won a raffle in a pub every week for six weeks, it started the week after my ex FIL suddenly died.

myironlung that is one of the most terrifying things I have ever read, did the police know it was him? Was he arrested straight away?

Sorry, got distracted with the rugby, I meant to say haydayrookie

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Yes he was arrested with hours, we had a police helicopter shining its lights down on the site and lots of police ran in on foot. They were aware he was living there due to tge terms of his probation.

www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2336218/Soldiers-wife-39-dragged-field-murdered-stranger-went-walk-sun.html @MailOnline

I am only on phone i do apologise if it doesn't work.

MyIron's experience reminded me of when DD was nearly three. We lived in an old cottage in Somerset which we were renovating. In the back garden there was a pile of stone rubble. We had guessed it had been a small outhouse or outside loo in the past that had fallen down, but didn't really know.
One sunny summer afternoon, me and DD were in the garden when she pointed to the stones and said 'who are they mummy?'. I asked what she was looking at and she said 'there mummy, big man and little man. Who are they?'
Needless to say, I didn't see a thing. She wasn't scared but to distract her I took her back indoors to get her a drink and tried to ask her more about what she had seen. She was a good talker but didn't have the vocabulary to add anything else. Creepy!
And that wasn't the only incident in the 10 years we lived there.

Three incidences, on separate posts.
We lived in a small village miles from anywhere, but it was serviced by a Midland Red double decker public bus. One Summer evening we left the market town of S, for the final stop at village N. We used to sit at the back on the top deck. At S, a bedraggled man got on, and sat on the front seat. Every 60 seconds or so he would get up, walk backwards down the aisle and then sit in the seat behind, gradually working his way slowly back towards us. All the time he was leaning forward and playing with something in front of him. We started to panic after a while for obvious reasons, so seizing our chance we stood up and legged it down the aisle and down the stairs to ask the driver to drop us off next to the local petrol garage we were just approaching (friend's dad worked there). As I ran past this man, I looked down and he had a knife embedded through the palm of his hand and protruding out the other side next to his knuckles.
The next two posts get increasingly scarier.

Second incidence, happened just a couple of years ago. Outside the village of N is a row of rented cottages. As children we used to ride our bikes past the cottages and on the opposite side across a lane was a small wooded patch. An old man used to live in the middle cottage and reclaimed the wood as a patch to grow some beans and other stuff in. We saw him regularly, and he would stand and watch people going by but would not speak much. He died and some 15 years later we grew friendly with a young couple who had moved to the area for work, and who had rented the cottage. The woman gave up work for a couple of years to raise a family. One afternoon, heavily pregnant she was taking a bath when she heard her first name being whispered. Another time she could see a man standing on the landing through the gap between the hinges and door frame. Then on another day she went downstairs into the lounge and the same man was sitting on the chair in the corner. She panicked turned instinctively away to go back upstairs, but when she looked again, he was gone. I asked her to describe the man in great detail, clothing and physical appearance. She would not have known, but she described the old man we used to see perfectly - including the round black glasses, the grey hair standing out around the ears, the enormous tummy and the grey braces and white shirt.

So, this is the scariest one of all. Deep breath for this one. I will also post some identifying details of the location as I understand I may not be the only person to have experienced this.
I was working in the South-West and had permanent accommodation in a large house operated as a B&B by a couple. The wife did the B&B and the husband was regional director of a quoted company and travelled a lot. The house was an old farmhouse that had gradually become surrounded by a bit of development and stood on a raised plot in the middle of some cul-de-sacs of private 60's and 70's housing. It was the height of mid-Summer. My room was in the centre at the front of the house, above the stairs and my window looked out onto the cul-de-sac below. I used to get up early for work, around 6am, so I was never one for staying up late. It was a Sunday night and around 8-9pm, I was just finishing my chapter before thinking about going to sleep. I placed the book down on the side table, and then turned over facing the wall. Immediately, I got a sense that something was terribly, terribly wrong. That something evil was in the room, watching me, knowing that I was conscious of this too. I also got another sense, that something else was in the room, something positive to help me.

This sense of terror was very palpable. Also I had this sense of strength, and I knew that I must not recognise the evil thing in the room. If I didn't recognise it I would win the night. This message kept reaching me, over and over. Well after about 20 minutes of fear, heart-racing and sweat pouring out of me, and having deliberately not taken my eyes off the wall next to me (I can still remember the pattern of the wallpaper) I did turn round, I wanted to know what was happening. As I looked back into the room (it was long and thin) I would normally expect to see a tall cupboard at the end and the streetlight outside would normally shine in as I always sleep with curtains open. The cupboard was just a dark shapeless mass, and the light from outside shone against the window, but did not penetrate into the room, the window was just a bright opaque square.

So, I felt this evil presence immediately and it was 'all gloves are off' it knew and I knew and it knew I knew kind of thing. And all the while I get this other presence telling me to not recognise it, stay strong kind of thing and I will survive the night. I sweated profusely all night and to have to stay awake and look at the damn wallpaper so as not to recognise it was an endless task. It was also terrifying.

So, roll forward to what must have been 4am and it was mid Summer and the sun was coming up. I could see the first pink-reddish glow reflecting off the wall. And I sense this evil presence is starting to lose, can sense the good presence was right. Then, I feel my duvet being pulled off, until my back and shoulders are bare. Then what I can only describe as a strong gust of air channelled towards me, hit me in the back, flowed through and out the other side. Then immediately it was peace, and I knew I had won through the day. I felt the good presence, that had told me to win, gradually disappear. The whole room felt calm, and I knew just clearly knew that it was over. There is a follow up bit which I will post next.

I'm now completely freaked out and debating calling bf to tell him I'm staying at his tonight, oh and that he has to come home (he works away)

Anyway, my first isn't really woo, I have a recurring dream that spiders are dropping onto my bed, when I get this dream I sit up in my sleep, because I'm trying to get away, that's pretty creepy for bf, especially in a new relationship.

My second stems from when I was in uni about five years ago, I went to a friends house to study, she was saying her house used to be a retirement home, but when I walked in there I just knew it used to be a children's home at some point and not a very nice one either. I went to the bathroom and felt the presence of an angry woman shouting!! I ran out of that room! Once we had finished studying I never went back there again! We always met in the library, it was more the feeling of that house than the woman but I knew I didn't ever want to encounter her again!

I go to work and at the end of each day, the long stay guests would have dinner with the family. There were two other guests when I got home that night, a young bank manager on a temporary secondment and a temporary French teacher. We are sitting round the table having dinner, and of course I am nervous about what that night may bring. The husband can sense this, so when his children have got down and the other guests too, he stays and asks if I am OK. So, I start to say "I had a strange night last night...." when he motions me to be quiet. Then he says when his wife has gone out of the room, "Can we talk about this later, Y is sensitive to this kind of thing".

So I wait until everybody has gone and then he explains. There is a Deed that goes with the house, it is a perpetual covenant, that recommends the house is exorcised by the new owner each time it changes hands. This they did and separately the husband has had it done on occasion since, apparently things die down, but a year or so later they start up again. So, he made arrangements for a CofE vicar to come to the house later that week to say prayers and whatever else is needed.

He also said that about a year earlier, he was woken one night by a guest who also occupied the same room, whom he found on the landing partly dressed, bag thrown together, it was 2am and the guest was leaving immediately and never came back. He was a medical GP again on a locum secondment and left terrified.

Nothing ever happened again to me in that house. That night I did not dream, I never slept and so I never woke up either. It was a long, long night from the moment I put my book down and turned over it began. But I will never forget the message being given to me that I must not recognise the thing and I would win through the night.

Wow Room, I got to the end of your last story and realised I'd been holding my breath!

I am chuffin loving this thread, thank you to everyone who has shared their stories.
Anyone thinking of sharing, please do!

Have just google-earthed the house. It looks nice from the outside (it always did), with the blue sky and green hedge. But the upstairs central window does look different to the rest. I wont post the picture of it, as it would not be fair on current owners. Something still uneasy about the place.

I seriously need to step away from this thread. I've been feeling uneasy in my house all day!

I'm going away in late march with my best mate, I was just looking up the old pub we've booked to stay in, for best bus routes, local restaurants etc and on reading the history of the pub it appears it's got a couple of ghostly residents.

I may be back to share tales after our weekend away.

Not sure if I should tell my friend this...

Another unlucky house one.
When I was about 14 we moved into a cottage that had been converted from 2 smaller ones. We were told that the man who had converted them had almost finished and his relationship had failed which was why the house was cheap. When my mum stripped the walls to redecorate there were very disturbing messages such as " I will kill them" and " the bastards will all die" carved Into the plaster on the walls. It turned out that the man who was converting the house had found out his wife was having an affair and he had killed himself - not in the house but on the railway lines nearby. My parents got divorced while we were living there and they sold it to another couple who also ended up getting divorced.

I was just tidying up DD7's room, looking for lost school socks and sorting out her clothes drawers. She really struggles with organising, can't put her shoes on the right feet, and is having some difficulties at school. She can't be tested for dyslexia or similar for another year, and I was just thinking to myself I wish they would just hurry up and get a diagnosis for her so we can help make her life easier. Exactly as I thought it her bedside lamp lightbulb blew. She got the lamp for Christmas so it's new.

Ps I'm in a different timezone which is why the lamp was on!

Some good stories on this woo thread too www.mumsnet.com/Talk/am_i_being_unreasonable/a1239819-To-ask-if-anyone-has-had-any-paranormal-encounters-experiences

There was an unlucky house on the edge of the Irish village my grandfather grew up in. The catalogue of tragedies was pretty impressive! It was built next to a mass grave dating from a big mid-19th century famine which killed thousands upon thousands in that part of Ireland. The mass grave is completely unmarked - it just looks like a field - but all the locals know its there.