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!

My grandfather died of a sudden heart attack 4 years ago. I was (am) absolutely devestated, we were extremely close. I never eat breakfast, naughty I know, but on the morning he died I found myself eating a bowl of his favourite cereal.. Just felt like it. It turned out that I was eating it at the same time he was dying in my nans arms. Later that day.. After going back to my nans for a bit we were sat in my uncles car, I had my mobile in my hand and it started to ring.. It said 'gramps' on the screen, which is what I called him. I couldn't answer it as there was no slide option showing on screen and I didn't even have 'gramps' as a contact. I had 'nan and gramps mob' and 'nan and gramps home' it rang for ages. I showed my hubby and both my uncles that were in the car.. We were convinced it was a call from him. It didn't even show up in my call log or anything. Totally strange.

A scary comment that someone once mentioned to me when I was a teenager has stuck with me all my life...
He said when you wake up in the night, seemingly for no reason, 70% of the time it's because you're being watched...

ThatsHandy, that reminds me a comment I read which was along the lines of "you know that moment when you suddenly jerk awake from sleep? If you could see what happened at that very moment, then you'd never sleep again..."

I'm not sure if I've posted this before on another thread, but posting here in case I haven't, and in the interest of keeping the thread going...

Throughout my childhood and early teens, summer holidays were spent in Greece where my stepfather - a native - owned a beach side taverna. It was actually a few miles out of the main village with nothing around it, although we always got a steady stream of tourists during the day. Nights were eerily quiet - only the sound of the sea.

One night when I was about fourteen there was a huge storm. Just after I woke up the next morning I saw - for a few seconds only - a man walking across the bottom of my bed. It's hard to explain but it was like there was an archway at the bottom of my bed and the man appeared and disappeared as if he was walking past the opening. He looked an awful lot like a Roman soldier.

Anyway, I dismissed it as the vestiges of a dream and got out of bed, padding through the empty taverna and righting several chairs that had fallen over. It was still overcast outside and as I glanced across the road I saw my stepfather standing at the edge of the beach, his back to me, facing the sea. I wandered over and was stunned to see that the waves had been so strong the night before that all the sand had been dragged back from the beach, exposing the foundations of a large complex of buildings.

My stepfather explained that there were Roman ruins all over the area - he had first come across them when digging the foundations for the taverna.

I have one more which I will post when it's daylight as it's a lot creepier!

No Moomin post it now when its dark...... best time

Come back Moomin!

Moomin you little teaser come back...

A few creepy things over the years but one particular happened last September.

I had a flatmate at university and we were very close. When my oldest child was about 18 months my old friend was going through a seperation and to get away, he came and stayed with us. He loved spending time with our toddler son and was very protective. In particular he was really concerned that I would let my toddler climb in and out of the bath (onto a stepstool) and when he left, he asked me to promise that I would be really careful about letting him do it, even suggested I stop letting him do it. We saw him a handful of times over the next 9 years, but his gay sceene life and my wife/mother one meant that our paths split considerably.

One sunday night back in September I was letting my youngest son climb out of the bath (he is 9 years younger than his brother). I heard my old friends voice saying, 'I told you, don't let the baby do that, it's dangerous'. I smiled and thought, I must get in touch with him. The next day I kept hearing him, he would call me specific nicknames that he used at uni. I found it so odd that I mentioned it to the friend I was on the schoolrun with and she suggested that I should send him a message. That night I clicked onto his facebook, so I could send a private message, I decided to see what he had been up to, as his status never enetered my newsfeed. I sat in stunned silence as I read all the messages that had been posted on his wall throughout that Monday. It turns out he had passed away on Sunday afternoon/evening, just before my sons bathtime.

I really think he came to say goodbye. I didn't hear his voice again after that, it was replaced with specific memories of things he'd said or done and was nothing like the clarity of actually hearing him.

Ok this has just happened this week.
We live in the Middle East and as our DD is away on a school trip, we decided to pack a tent and see where the road took us. As we didnt want to go home just yet, but the drive is long so we ought to start heading home, we had been looking for a way to pack more in/extend and we'd heard of a regular ferry back to almost home. Instead of it being a 2 day drive, it's a 7 hour boat trip! Result!!! Anyhow, we packed the car and just as my DH closed the boot he asked me to check if it was properly closed as there seemed to be a gap between the door and the frame. As I looked at it, a pic flashed in my mind like 'de ja vu' of water flooding in through the gap. I asked him if we'd 'done' this before. Of course we hadn't. Then I 'remembered ' the beach, packing up the car, getting in the ferry, then the ferry sinking and we were trapped on the car deck. We thought we'd be safe in the car as it would have air pockets. But it didn't, water flooded in and we both died! I was really freaked out and said we'd give the ferry a miss this time. Luckily, he saw how upset I was and agreed.
The ferry hasn't sank. But in my mind, it's only because we didn't get on.

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Why so silent Moomin? Don't keep us in suspense like this!

This is a classic post if ever i seen but im the only one who nominated it. Still enjoying reading everyones stories..

I've asked for it to be in classics - just done it

It's going to take me forever to read through this thread so adding mine now and then going back to rtft

Not all weird but repetitive dates,

I fell pregnant with DD, to a badly-judged fling on April 14th 2003

I met my now ex on our first date (met on internet) on April 14th 2012 (I wanted the 13th but as it was a Friday he insisted on the next day)

In 2011 I was briefly engaged. Our wedding date was to be April 6th 2013.

I had my son to the ex I met in April 2012, in late March. His due date had been 6th April 2013.

The ex fiance and DS's dad were both called 'Simon' and both did the same job, for the same company, in different cities (didn't know each other) I met one online and the other through a colleague.

I have posted some experiences a few days ago. I am a strong believer in natural phenomena, such as if you put a CD on and you hear the artist, then this is what you think, but of course you are not. It is just electrons rubbing with other elements and under the right circumstances it recreates something that sounds like a voice. It is the same with a film or a clip on You Tube or a photograph. You think automatically, "Oh, this is Beyonce playing", but of course it isn't. When it comes to feeling something, I think we sometimes 'make believe' or get carried away and frighten ourselves, but there are some things that are not made and have yet to be explained. Like my third experience posted on Sunday 15th, in the B&B in Dorset. That was not imagined or mistaken, the feelings were very immediate, strong, overwhelming and until that night I never believed in life other than what we have.

But I have heard of another person's experience, that although spooky, can probably be explained by natural phenomena. My grandmother used to live in Northampton and she told me of an event that happened before I was born, so must have been in the 1950s or 1960s - not before then as she was living overseas. She explained that she was sitting in her chair late afternoon in her house near the centre of town and looking across the old racecourse she could see some strange movement, flickering in the sky. They were unusual, very irregular pulsating lights and shadows and covered a large area in her field of vision. She got up and went outside to have a look. She explained that what she saw in the sky, some distance away, was a magnified line of inverted houses, shops and cars, with the streets suspended upside down in a hazy animation, and intermittently she could see faintly and then very clearly movements of people and cars traversing the streets, between the roof tops, these upside-down images fading and then growing again suspended in the sky. Other people came out to see and witnessed it too. It made a small story in the local press and then was forgotten about. Some suggested it was made up, a prank, but my grandmother was very 'feet on the ground' in character and dismissed silliness. Someone had suggested, and I have heard separately since, that there is a natural phenomena that can create sheets of densely suspended vapour that can create a faint mirror in certain conditions, a bit like a mirage, but formed and manifested differently. It is extremely rare, and another person has conveyed a similar story that occurred somewhere else (I want to say Scandinavia from memory) where people saw inverted images of a local airport and planes taking off and landing. I cannot find any notion of it on Google, which is frustrating though everything suggests it is recognised (and of course totally harmless). I have seen with my own eyes two Circumzenithal Arcs, Parhelic Circles (one amazingly complete) and Sun Dogs we get from time to time, but I have yet to see anything like the things my grandmother saw.

So, if nature has a way of storing and releasing energy, in the same way that we can do with CDs, DVD, photographs and replaying those experiences back to us under the right elemental conditions then why cannot 'ghosts' exist? We create those things and we are only nature ourselves, so why cannot nature do the same things it has taught us to do in its own way. That is how I interpret the traditional ghost.

But I can never square in my mind how such malevolence can manifest itself in the way it did in that Dorset B&B, for just one night only.

tomandizzymum that's made me well-up :'(

My nan passed away late last year. She'd been ill for a few years and in a nursing home for 11 months, having lived independently at home until that point.

A week or 2 aftert her death my DS (19 months) was playing with my mum's mobile phone (which was locked) . He was phoning "Dada".

Mum realised he had somehow unlocked the phone and had dialled somebody.

She took.the phone from him and she went quiet.

Nan's contact picture was beaming back at her. He'd managed to unlock the phone and dial her number - a number that had been defunct for 11 months (therefore not on the call log).

Come on Moominsummer it is bed time soon and we want something spooky just before we go to sleep...shall we nudge via a PM.

Yes yes, someone do that! Unless of course Moomin is like the camping pods horror story woman who never came back to finish the story.

Bloody hell!

cakeandelevator that reminded me of something else that happened.

After my Gramps died (the one I mentioned in an earlier post) my then 3 year old son (my nan has told me since that he was a particular favourite great grandchild of his as he reminded him of himself) was having a rough time sleeping. one morning we noticed he'd slept well and I spoke to him about it. he said 'Nelly' was with him. We presumed it was an imaginary friend or something and didn't press it. he started to speak about Nelly. saying she was an angel he described how she looked etc. I was talking to my uncle about it one day and he said to me "you do know that Gramps mum was called Nelly don't you?" which I didn't. I knew nothing about her. my uncle emailed me a pic of her and some other oldies of the family and I was showing the kids and my son piped up that that was Nelly on that picture.. and it was. I know all about her now, bless her. She never did come back after my son started sleeping again and we knew who she was.

Not sure if I did this one upthread, as I have several. So ignore if I have done it. I may not have done it in its entireity. As it has a bit of a sting in the tail I don't always include when re-telling it.

As a kid, I had a couple of recurring dreams. One was about a flood, and being on some kind of wreckage, at the bottom of our old orchard. Under trees, anyway. Those were mahoosive trees there - so that's probably why I thought I was there. I couldn't swim, so it was really scary.

I also didn't think anything of it, as we lived near a river and I had grown up with my mother's stories of the flood that wiped out our family farm - whole dairy herd drowned, presumably uninsured as that lost us everything. Long before my time but still raw to my mum.

Anyway. When I was at uni, a world away, I woke up one night so terrified, I remember feeling round the walls of the room in the dark, panicking. I'd had another drowning dream. But this time, it was quite specific. I was in the sea, and close by the wreckage of a boat. It had gone down and there were people panicking in the water. Then I noticed near me, a middle aged man, very calm. It was like he was there but not there. I knew instantly that only I could see him. He said to me "Hold onto the wreckage. You'll be fine." or words to that effect. Even though I could now swim, I still hated being out of my depth. I was so panicked, I remember thinking if he hadn't said that, it wouldn't have occurred to me, obvious as it sounded. I grabbed summat and held on for dear life.

As the thing unfolded, I realised I was this time not in the river, as all my childhood dreams, but the sea. I could see xmas lights strung along the shore. And we were within sight of the shore, but quite a way out. The calm man moved away from me and was helping people, where he could yet I knew they couldn't see him, only I could. Then I woke up, searching for the light. Switched it on and I was crying and so upset it woke up the boyfriend. Now my husband.

So naturally I told him all the details of the dream, including that weird thing of xmas lights.

Next day I went to uni and thought no more of it. A new variant of my childhood dream.

Evening news - a disaster at sea. Quite a few people drowned. The TV showed... xmas lights along the shore. FFS.

My other half was watching too and he was as shocked as I was. I had the dream around 2am which was close to the time it was actually happening.

Many years later I got into genealogy. One thing led to another and I discovered one ancestor was a survivor of a boat being capsized on the river here. The same river in my dreams. He gave evidence at an inquest and so I was able to read his words. He was a steady, calm, middle aged man. Like the man in my dream. He only survived because someone on the riverbank shouted him to.... hold onto something, in the water.

Forgot to add, but the current farmer who owns the land next to the river, showed me where the accident my ancestor was involved in happened. At the point the boat sank, are massive, ancient oak trees. Like the trees in my childhood dream.

Does anyone else kill watches? I can't wear analogue watches as within a few hours they will have stopped working completely. Even watches that have worked fine for years whilst being worn by other people will break permanently after a few hours on my wrist.

Also, lampposts and sodium lights, I went through a phrase in my late teens of turning them off if I loitered underneath them. My dad thought it was hilarious and used to make me go stand under a light at the local station when we were waiting to pick my stepmum up in the evenings.