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 love this thread, had a very late night reading them a few weeks' ago and got so scared I had to have all the lights on to get to my bedroom and slept with that light on as well!

When I was a student I woke crying from a bad dream that I was being chased around my old primary school by a man with a gun who was shooting everyone.

Turned on the news and Dunblane had just happened.

Nothing else before or since so probably a coincidence but still freaked me out.

I have a ring with three stones, one of which came loose and was lost. I decided to be really methodical and look everywhere I had been in the previous few hours as I was determined to find it. I looked for ages in several different locations but couldn't find it. However, as I looked I kept hearing a voice in my head telling me that the stone would turn up and 'present itself to me' so not to worry. After a few hours of looking I finally went through the recycling I had put out earlier that day and as I was doing so I kept thinking it was pointless as the stone would turn up in an obvious place. After I had sifted through the recycling I went for a shower and there in the middle of the bathroom floor was the diamond. It was the first thing I saw when I walked in. I had been in there earlier, as had DP, and we hadn't seen it.

I looked out of the lounge window one night before I went to bed and could've sworn my Dad was standing under the street light, couldn't have been him as he died a few week previously. I thought oh well must be tired and went up to bed. Was just dozing off when I heard a very loud bang from outside so looked out once more and saw my Dad pointing to the road where a car had hit the opposite street light.
Rushed and grabbed my jeans and a coat and went over and saw two injured people who weren't moving so phoned police and ambulance but they said they'd already had a call and were on the way and too wait inside.
Policeman came and told me that the lady in the car was deceased and the man seriously hurt.
I believe my Dad was trying to warn me or give me a sign that someone was to die, only saw him once more and that was the night before my Gran died he was outside again waving.

I've had a few only 1 that was scary though
1st was an old army house, it wasn't a happy house it was dark and cold even in summer. my dm was pinned to the bed regularly, my db had a menacing imaginary friend, me and db got locked in the bathroom (there was no lock on the door)my dm was trying to get us out for what felt like an eternity. Eventually the door just opened on its own, we were all crying it was so scary. It all came to a head when my dm got a vicar from the local Coe to come round and he wouldn't come back. The atmosphere got a lot worse after that, we had a family friend from Egypt that wrote out talismans they didn't work. He asked me to leave but kept my dm and db there as they had been directly affected and performed some sort of ritual. Neither one will talk about what happened during it, the family friend had scratches on his face and he left a matchbox we were not to ever open but it had to stay in the house? We moved shortly after. The next I was going through a bad breakup and health issues I'd had a operation and few days before. On this day I'd had a massive argument with the ex and felt hopeless I laid on the sofa bed crying and I felt someone holding my hand. I was suddenly calm and knew I was going to be ok I didn't open my eyes I just laid there feeling completely content. I often wish for that feeling again it was so calming. The last one was after dd2 was born I saw a shadow boy running through my hallway again I wasn't scared I just smiled and went back to sleep.

Wow Twinkle, that army house sounds terrifying, I know what you mean about a house being cold and dark even in summer.
I have often had periods when I see shadows moving in my peripheral vision, not scary but very distracting and can get annoying. It always coincided with periods of extreme stress. I was diagnosed with bipolar about 8 years' ago, I experience mixed episodes and it turns out quite a few people see movement and shadows in their peripheral vision during these episodes. So now if I see them I take it as an early warning sign that my stress levels are too high and my brain is starting to run too fast for comfort.

I've been reading and enjoying this thread for a few days. Reading a few pages at a time, usually before I go to bed. Which probably wasn't a good idea as felt a bit spooked when trying to get to sleep.
One woo thing that happened in my late teens when I was shopping with a friend. These were the days when you had to get money out of a cashpoint belonging to your bank.
We were in the city centre and my friend wanted to buy some boots which were in a shop at the other end of town. She needed to get money out of her banks cashpoint which was nearby. For some reason she insisted on going to the shop to check that the boots were still there, before coming back to get the money to buy them out of the cashpoint. I argued with her and tried to convince her to get the money out first. It seemed like a lot of traipsing about to me. She was adamant that she had to go and look at the boots first and couldn't be persuaded. Seemed a bit weird to me.
So we traipsed to the other end of the city centre and saw that the boots were still there. Then we headed back to her cashpoint. When we got there we found it taped off with police tape and there was blood on the floor. Someone had been stabbed just after using the cashpoint. Something must have stopped her from using the cashpoint at that time.
I do believe that sometimes there's something protecting us. And I listen to my instincts as they are usually right.
One time I was crossing a road in town which was used by buses as a turning point. Something pushed me hard. I felt it between my shoulder blades and the force of it made me stumble forward. I turned around and there was the back end of a bus swinging round fast just where I'd been a couple of seconds ago. Something protected me that day

This thread has been keeping me sane at the hourrendous bedtimes that have been going on (why won't my dc go to sleep 😂)

So I thought I'd add one to the pile- this is from my mum.
We used to live in a 16th century Manor House which had been converted into a pub that my parents ran.
One night my DM was doing the books upstairs in an office (which had a large stair case leading up to it) it was late, last orders would have been called and the bar closing. My DM said that she could hear as clear as day some young children playing on the stairs giggling and laughing, she phoned down to my DF to ask what the hell was going on why were there still children in the pub to which my DF answered there's no one here, they all went ages ago. DM told me she froze and told my DF to get up to the office asap

In a secondary school science lesson, we were learning about different kinds of energy. The teacher moved on to 'gravitational potential energy', the kind objects have when they're off the ground and have the potential to fall.

I put my hand up.

Teacher: "Yes, Daily?"
Me: "Is that why things fall off shelves by themselves?"
He looked confused. "No, that's just a draught or something knocking on the shelf."
Me: "No, I mean when they fall off or fly across the room for no reason."
Him: "That doesn't happen."

He moved the lesson on.

It was only from the strange looks that I realised that didn't happen in most houses.

I've loved reading this thread!!

Unfortunately I've nothing to add but if anybody else does, please share :)

In my mum and dads old house the kitchen and dining room were knocked into one, with a breakfast bar unit separating the areas.

I often saw a person-sized shadow moving approx one metre forward in the same spot in the kitchen. Right where the hallway had once been: before we moved in the rooms had been separate and you’d pass through one doorway into the hall and through another doorway into the kitchen. The hall space was literally the same place where the shadow was/moved.

I never said anything to anyone, it just happened every few months. Years later my mum mentioned she had seen it and my dad has told her at some point he had seen it too. I confessed I had seen it as well. It was so weird that we all saw the same shadow but never said anything to anyone. It never felt scary or anything.

I went to school with a girl when I was about 9.
Entirely separately, I went to a weekend dance class. No connection to school at all.
One day, I was at the dance class with my back to the door and I knew that when I turned round, this girl would be standing at the door to the dance class. Turned around and there she was! Freaks me out to this day.

Also had a recurring dream about getting a job abroad and seeing a very specific looking, brightly yellow building there. About 20 years later, I moved abroad, turned a corner while on the bus and there was the building. I know that sounds made up but it isn’t!

And lastly just today - I regularly travel for work. Was due to go away this morning and just had this weird feeling about the trip. Couldn’t explain why. Even said to DH yesterday that I felt weird about it. Woke up at 2am with the worst stomach bug i’ve ever had. Sickest i’ve been in years and too unwell to travel! (Not psychosomatic or anything...genuinely sick as a dog).

When I first passed my driving test I bought an old Astra. Loved that car, it served me well and was so easy to drive. Almost intuitive.
Many times the car seemed to brake independent of my actions. Saved me from quite a few scrapes. Had it for two years before sadly sending it off to the great scrapyard in the sky. No car since has done that for me - but perhaps whatever was looking out for me has more confidence in my driving these days!

My beloved cat passed away a couple of weeks ago.

She did have a heart condition & took daily medication. That evening at the end of our weekly yoga lesson we do relaxation - this is lovely & I usually feel relaxed but this was very different. At one point I had a strange warm & fluttery feeling in my tummy and then an intense feeling of being at peace.
When I returned home (she was always there to great me without fail) I knew as soon as I walked in the door that she had passed as the house just felt different but very peaceful.

I have one my adult brain still can’t rationalise.

I was raised by my grandparents, nothing odd about the house we grew up in, until my grandfather passed away (I was 15) he had been a heavy drinker most of his life and sadly with that came a nasty temper.

He did his best for us, but on the odd occasion he would lash out and hit inanimate objects, the last casualty was our glass topped dining room table, he broke it clean in two when he hit both fists down onto it, that was when I was 13.

After he’d passed my gran would frequently go on holiday leaving me (15) my brother (17) and sister (11) alone (grief hit her hard). The replacement dining room table was in the same place, this one was wooden, not solid oak or anything, just a cheap plywood IKEA table.

My brother and I were in the kitchen arguing (like most teenaged siblings do) and I had placed my empty glass in the centre area of the table. My brother lost his temper so badly he tried to throw a metal spatula at me, he stopped when everything on the table crashed to the floor, THROUGH the table, my glass and a porcelain fruit basket ornament my gran put there - that was hard to explain when she returned as it shattered... the table was fine.

It took us back to when our Grandad had smashed the table when we were younger, we were seated at it when he did and our dinner plates, glasses etc. all ended up broken on the floor and my Grandad was so horrified at how much we could have been hurt that he never hit things out of frustration again (lesson learned a little late but never mind eh?). My brother then adopted the same mentality as well as working on improving his temper problems from that day foward.

When I recently spoke of this to him, 15 years later, (I wasn’t sure if it really happened or was the memory of a particularly vivid dream) he said that night had been my Grandads last warning to him. He also reminded me that many times after this event, we would hear my grandads music playing faintly downstairs but when we went to check, nothing would be switched on and the window my Grandad would sit beside when smoking would always be wide open, my brother admitted it happened whenever he felt like lashing out at me.

Was driving home from hospital where my mother had just died, was about a mile from home and had to stop as there was a large cardboard box/parcel right in my path, very busy road, no post van or delivery vehicle around, wasn’t really in the right frame of mind to have to track down where it had come from was feeling very out of sorts and just wanted to get home, picked the box up and it was addressed to me. Horrible freaky mind fuckery day that was. (Wasn’t the only freaky incident)

What was in the box bonnet?

Nothing exciting Shallishanti, just mundane household stuff.

ok so this isn't my own experience, it was related to me by my boss of all people.

It was some time in the 80s and he was a passenger in a car with 2 others, late at night, on the way to a club. They were driving along a country road between 2 towns. My boss said he noticed a woman walking along the side of the road. Apart from the fact that it was in the middle of nowhere and late at night for a woman to be walking alone, he also found the type of clothing she was wearing quite strange. A long black skirt and a black shawl. He described it like something from years ago. anyway at the moment he saw this woman, he turned to his friend who was driving, intending to ask him if he had seen this woman too. His friend had the most horrendous look on his face, seeming to be absolutely petrified. He then put his foot down so hard and drove at top speed as if he were being chased and he didn't stop until they reached the club.

My boss and the other guy in the car asked the guy driving what that was all about, why he had been driving so fast. The guy couldn't explain it. He said he was just overcome by a mixture of immense fear and total sadness and he just wanted to get away as fast as possible. He had also seen the woman. Years later my boss said he had discovered that the spot where this had happened, where he had seen the woman, was the site of a gibbet from years ago.

About 10 years after that episode, my boss was relating it to a group of friends. One guy in the group was a friend of a friend who he didn't know. While my boss was telling his story, this guy jumped up and ran out of the room, obviously upset. After he calmed down later, he said he had driven along this road too and past the exact spot. He had not known about a gibbet being there previously. As he was driving he saw in the corner of his eye a woman who seemed to be floating in the air. As he turned to look at her, she rotated around so he could see her face. Her eyes were bulging. This literally scared the life out of him and he accelerated to get away as fast as possible. He had never told anyone about it until that night when my boss had told his story.

Was it imagination? My boss swears he didn't know about the existence of the gibbet there and says the other guys were certainly convincing in their reaction.

@Arschgeige where was this?

Years ago, we went to s friend's wedding in Kent. Lovely do but we left early because dd was two weeks old.

We were driving along a dark Kent road when I saw a woman by the side of the road. Except she wasn't standing. She was higher up, off the ground a bit. She was wearing flowing long skirt that seemed to flap over the edge of the road. I couldn't see her face.

Dh was driving and I turned to him and asked if he'd seen her. Oh yes he replied and the man in the middle of the road too. 😮 I hadn't seen the man. We were both a bit stunned really.

I asked my friend about any stories about ghosts on roads around Tunbridge Wells. She didn't know any.

@cobblers It was in south west Germany so not the same place as your encounter

I'm so sorry Whiskeyqueen and to all the other posters who have shared their losses

Staying over at sister in laws and was in the bedroom when a grey shadow appeared from the ensuite and moved across the room to the door, turns out that part of the house has a history of spirits and ghosts passing through it

Wasn't scared just very surprised

I’ve got a friend that I used to go and stay with a lot before we both had kids and life got in the way. She lived in Watford near Daventry in Northamptonshire. In her village there’s this really old house that she always told me was haunted. It used to be a pub called the Henley Arms, and a ghost lives there who has haunted it for hundreds of years. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle once held a séance there, and a priest tried to exorcise it but failed. During the war the landlady saw something in the cellar and her whole family moved out because they didn’t want to live there any more. Every time we went past it my friend would point it out and call it the haunted house. I was staying with her this one time, it must have been around 2010/2011 when it was really, really snowy. She was cooking dinner so I said I’d take her dog for a walk. It’s only a tiny village and it was completely deserted, and the snow was falling heavily. It was quite late now, and dark. As I walked past the haunted house a massive drift of snow slid off the roof and landed on me and around me. It was quite funny I suppose, but I shook it off and carried on. About ten minutes later I had to return the same way, but right in the middle of the footpath where the snow had landed on me there was now a small but perfectly formed snowman, about two feet tall! It had a really creepy looking face with coal or stone eyes and mouth. It was right in the middle of the path, facing me as I walked towards it, almost as if it had been waiting for me to come back. There weren’t even any footprints in the snow around it apart from my own ones! The dog wouldn’t go near it, he was all hackles up and growling and barking at it. I kicked it apart and stomped it into the ground (the snowman not the dog), nasty creepy thing!

Oh that has really given me the heebie jeebees!