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 haven't read the whole thread yet but holy shit Ballsupmynose my blood ran cold reading your post! I read it to dh and we both just said FUUUUUCKK!

Off to read the others now, I love these threads!

Such brill stories - keep em coming. I don't have any good stories so I'll just bring the .

I shouldn't read this thread in the dark with just my ipad for company..

I live in a flat so mine and dds bedroom are beside each other and hers faces the living room. She normally runs in my room in the middle of the night or shouts for juice. So I hear her shouting and go for some juice in the dark and as I bend down to give it to her and she doesnt take it. I then look up and shes coming out the sitting room towards me so what the hell was standing in front of me. It still freaks me out.

My phone keeps freezing up reading these!
DH and I found a desk on Freecycle, absolutely perfect for our 'home office' - we have had a crap year and the desk made us very happy. We joked that we now needed a chair!
On my way home from work that evening, I had the urge to drive down a small side road that I wouldn't normally drive down. There on the side of the road was an office chair with a 'free to collector' sign on it. It's exactly the same as the office chair we had to give away when we moved a couple of years ago.
Freaked my husband right out!

Have another I used to collect bags when I was in school so about 10 years ago. Chucked a load out and most ended up in charity shops. Anyway around easter I was visiting Berwick had a look in the charity shops and seen my bag it had flecks of paint on and I just knew it was mine I wish I bought it now.

I think the very words 'the red curtain/s' seem to have an eerie connotation.
I'm wondering now how many more stories about them exist?

My gf survived WW1. He told me the man standing next to him had his head shot off, and as it rolled on the ground it winked at him! Not a very nice story for a 6 yr old I reckon.

He himself had his right thumb shot off, but he told me he'd sucked his thumb as a boy and sucked it all away, and not to do the same. He was a bit of a rum 'un really, my gf.

Mine happened on the 30th July this year- I wrote it down because it weirded me out so much I wanted to write it down exactly as it happened, so my memory couldn't distort it.

DD and I were standing at the kitchen bench, making tea. I reached for the herb jar and a voice said from nowhere, in a sort of remindy? tone (but kind. Like if your nan said it.) "Don't touch that,"

I stopped cold and just sort of stared. DD (3) whipped around and said "Mummy, where's the lady?"

I live in the most prosaic house in a deeply prosaic suburb- it really threw me for six.

Thomas, that's fascinating! Did you investigate the jar, and was there anything amiss with it? And have you heard the same voice at other times?
Really scary!

My ex was an electrician. He was asked by his firm to do some work on a very old, empty house by the river near the Cathedral in Norwich. He went in alone with the key from his firm, and almost immediately felt absolutely terrified. He was a very level-headed, sober and down-to-earth person. but after trying to conquer this feeling of fear he just couldn't stay another minute and fled. On arriving home he realised he'd left his tools and equipment there and would have to go back. He took his dog with him for company, but when he opened the door the dog literally screamed and howled and tried to pull away. Ex rushed in alone, grabbed his stuff and flew out again. The dog's hair was completely standing on end.

Later he was told that the house was empty because no-one could live in it due to the atmosphere of evil. The owner was trying to get it ready to sell. It's still there (next to Pull's Ferry, if anyone knows Norwich) and was still empty when I last did the Riverside Walk.

Maybe they should have got the Bishop of Norwich to do some exorcising!

I would really appreciate other people's opinion on this

Tomorrow is the first anniversary of my friend's death. He had a lot of issues with alcohol and drug problems and family difficulties. His family kicked him out because of the substance misuse and he was sleeping rough and in and out of prison.

A month before he died I had this horrible dream he was going to jump from a specific bridge. Do not want to give details of the bridge as it may identify him.

Anyway he jumped and was killed instantly by a car on the motorway.

Since then I have been trying to work out why I had the dream. Was it common sense? I knew he was very depressed and going downhill fast and that particular bridge is the most common for suicides where we live.

It was either my subconscious adding up a lot of variables and reaching a logical conclusion or some weird pre cog ability. Personally I believe it was just logic but would love other people's opinion on this.

There was a story on another spooky thread by a police term who was a photographer and had to go and take photographs of someone's house. When they got there the lounge room had a a cabinet full of various ornaments including a very creepy looking China doll. It freaked the photographer and her assistant out so they turned it around to face the back of the cabinet. An hour later the assistant suggested the GTF out of there as the doll was facing them again!

I have a few woo stories but I'll start with this one.

When my DS first started talking he would say 'where's mummy?' And I'd say 'I'm here darling. One day just before his second birthday we were coming back from nursery with him in his buggy and he said 'my other mummy makes me porridge'. I'd never given him porridge and checked with my mum and nursery who said they'd never given him porridge either.

Over the next year he continued making strange comments, like his other house has a brown door, my other mummy has red hair, asking where are the two girls, why did they go, and can we go fishing.

When he was around 3 and a half we were lying in bed and he said 'I miss my other mummy'. So I asked where his other mummy was.

'She died' he said. 'And then my daddy died. And that's when I was given to you'. All the hairs went up all over by body.

There were only a couple more things said after that. He told me once that he used to go down to the beach looking for things to eat and his other house had no electricity or knives and forks.

The stories stopped around his 4th birthday. I've never really looked into past lives, but part of me wonders whether it was that or just normal child imagination.

When I was a student I was head over heels in love with a friend! So not unusual to dream about him really. But I had a really clear, specific dream about his car getting stolen, the type of dream you wake from and feel like you just lived through. In the dream an item of sports equipment had been dumped in his garden before they took the car. Spoke with him the following day and someone had stolen his car that night! Weird coincidence I thought, but sure enough-the sports equipment had been left! Fast forward about 4 days and I had another "real life" dream that the car was recovered only to find the next day it had been. Freaky!

My lovely old nan had given birth to my uncle during WW2 and was in a maternity home. She became frantic that she had to leave, that something was going to happen and despite being reassured she was safe there, the home was well away from any areas that were being bombed, she took her new born son and ran away back to her home! That night some nappies that had been drying in front of the fire caught alight and the whole building burnt to the ground with very few survivors.

Actually what's creepy is that I typed "poster who was a photographer" my previous comment yet it became "police term." Woooooo....

My sister had an emergency operation & my friend came to see me in the hospital. It was past 10pm so the waiting room was quiet & there weren't many people about.

We were walking up & down the corridor when we decided to stop in the waiting room. In the far corner there was an old lady with a suitcase, her clothes were grey. She looked like she was waiting for a lift but she kept looking at me.

After a while my friend had to leave so I mentioned the old lady who was sat in the corner. I was concerned that she was all alone & nobody had come to collect her. My friend looked at the direction of where she was sitting & said that she must have gone because she couldn't see anybody. I turned and looked and I could see the lady but my friend was adsmant that there was nobody there.

For the entire duration of my sisters' stay in that hospital that old lady was sat in that exact spot in the waiting room & nobody could see her but me. Very weird.

Strange things happen in hospitals. I was once a jnr doc at an old Victorian hospital and the doctors' night shift bedrooms were in the old surgical ward. It got converted to the doctors' mess (a staff room) and the beds for when there was nothing to do on night shift so you could grab a couple of hours sleep. I got bleeped in the middle of the night so I got up and went into the corridor and there was this ginger guy in old fashioned clothes at the top of the stairs. I blinked and he vanished. Troubled by this I approached one of the older nurses and told her what I had seen. A surgeon matching the description once hung himself from the balcony at the top of the stairs. Some of the older nurses had seen him by the bedsides of dying patients.

I have another one, I was in the kitchen making lunch and my son came running in. My dog then began to growl and I quickly turned around. She was staring at something behind me as was my son. I said what's the matter? And they both just froze. I picked my son up and sat him on the work top and tried to get him to say something but he just stared to the side where they were both looking before. It was a good 15 minutes later and he finially said where's that man gone mummy? There's also been a few instances in the night where he will wake and start talking to "the man" he's always done it since he started talking but we never feel any harm just a welcome visitor.

I used to be a manager at a London teaching hospital. One night I'd been called in for something and I decided to walk the wards and say hello to the night staff.

One of the wards was new. As there was no space for building it had been built on top of one of the blocks. The lifts had been extended and you had to go above the theatre level. To access this ward you had to swipe your access card to get into the block. Swipe your card again to access the lift and then once on the right floor you had to swipe your card to get into the ward - even though there wasn't anywhere else to go on this level.

I entered the ward and noticed an old lady i with grey hair and a burgundy dressing gown sitting on a chair in the waiting area just inside the doors. She nodded to me. I then turned left onto the main ward where the were bays of beds to the left and the right and a small nursing station ahead of me. I spoke to the nurses and then said that they obviously had a patient who couldn't sleep as there was a lady sitting by the doors. The two staff nurses looked at each other and then asked me if I was sure. I said I was and described the lady. They then said they had only just been saying that it was weird that they only had male patients that night whereas it was usually a mixed ward.

We looked for the lady and couldn't find her. We checked every patient in the hospital and all were accounted for and we even had security review the CCTV footage for five hours before I arrived on the ward (up to the previous shift change) and the only people entering and leaving the ward were me and some porters.

Loving this thread but sadly have no spookiness to add!

My sister (4.5 years older) and I usedto share a room, I was bottom bunk.
one night when I was about 10 I woke up to see a woman sat at the end of my bed, She looked black... just black :S I dont mean her skin color as such, her hair,teeth,nails, clothes all black but still defined. i was terrified and shaking. i opened my mouth to scream but she ran up my body on all fours and pinned me so hard to the bed I couldnt breathe, My sister got down from her bunk and screamed, running to my mums room screaming that someone was hurting me. When my mum turned the light on the woman vanished .

Bloody hell Blackout, that sent shivers down my spine! Could your sister hear her too?

See her I mean, not hear her.

Yes, my sister saw it all and my mums swears to this day she saw something before she turned the light on.