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!

I take it you never saw her again after that? It'd be enough to give me insomnia for life!

I didnt see her again, however years later when my sister was about 16 she started seeing her nearly every night and still does from time to time. we did some research and the only thing we could find was"The hag" relating to sleep paralysis. I only wonder how so many people could have the same hallucination (As it supposedly is)

More than one cannot have the same hallucination.

Has anyone else seen her? Your sister's partner?

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I sort of poked the jar gingerly, but you know, it's just a jar. A Cottees jam jar that I just keep a parsley-pepper-salt-oregano mix in. Nothing remotely special about it, used it almost every day for a year or so, still using it now.

Never heard her before, never since.

Honestly, if it hadn't been DD turning around and asking where the lady had gone I would have thought I was just hearing things.

Please keep the stories coming, I check this thread daily as the stories are fabulously creepy. Time for an mnet collection of ghost stories I think?

Quadrophonic something similar has happened to me before - was staying at my parents while they were on holiday a couple of years ago and their house is just up the hill from a busy dual carriageway. It was summer so was sleeping with the window open and in the middle of the night was woken by the sound of screeching tyres, crashing sounds, screaming, sirens etc - when I looked out there was nothing there. Freaked me out!

Went to meet my brother and his family in a restaurant in Manchester, they were already seated so went to join them.

When I sat down my brother told me he had gone to sit at the table across from us because he thought the woman sat there was me. When I looked over I saw my double, it was the weirdest feeling. She left not long after I arrived and I wish I'd gone over to say hello now.

Loads of things have happened to me.

A few years back I went to a Victorian Christmas thing with my mum and aunt - I saw a man in a long black coat with top hat on (there were a few people dressed up) and he was stunningly gorgeous with an old fashioned moustache - he looked at me really intensely and I turned round and tapped my mum and said 'look at him' turned back and he had gone. He just couldn't have moved that quickly. I had one of those feeling go up my spine :)

When I was at uni I used to work at a lovely working mans club - not the usual type it was in a listed building - it was built by a man for his workers hundreds of years ago and he had a reputation for being very kind and ahead of his times only with a liking for the ladies. We had a portrait of him in the snug. When the cleaner was off I used to go and cover her if I could - the usual cleaner used to get spooked out and wouldn't clean his portrait - I always did and said hello to him etc. I often heard footsteps upstairs when no one else was there and often I would get there at 7am and the kettle had just boiled. One afternoon we were holding a wake for a popular member who I had liked very much. I sat in the chair opposite his picture and felt someone put their hands on my shoulders and squeeze - I looked up and round to smile at whoever it was but there were no one anywhere near. Their were a few people who saw/heard strange things - always women though.

Love this thread! I'd love to hear some attempts at a rational explanation for my grandads passing.

I was 16 and at school. I came home early with what I could only describe as palpitations, my heart felt funny. I wasn't concerned, I just went home and sat with my mum. My dad came home about an 30 minutes later and told us he'd seen his dad walking through a field (we lived in the same village) a few miles from home. Dad had been on the A road but seen his dad walking through the field. He raised his bunnet to my dad. This puzzled us as even though grandad was fit and healthy and walked a lot it was quite a distance (incidentally in a field belonging to the farm grandad had been born on) and almost tea time. Dad decided to phone over.

Gran answered. Grandad had just died. A huge heart failure.

The paramedics were still there and awaiting the doctor to come to confirm the death. He'd been sitting in his chair, finished his crossword and died.

My dad is the least woo person. He takes huge comfort from the fact he'd seen my grandad one last time.

That's sad but lovely Rita

Not long after my grandad died my mum woke up on the sofa and saw him sitting opposite her - she asked him what he was doing there and he said he had 'come for his mate'. This really frightened my mum wondering who he meant - DDog died the next day - they had been great friends and DDog had been siting at the back door pining for him.

Aww, whippett sad but not. Pleased they were reunited

Every house I've ever lived in had had weird stuff happen. The pub I lived in as a child was very spooky. The milkman used to d liver to the side door. Our milk would get nicked occasionally so my mum would send one of us down stairs to fetch it as soon as someone was awake. As I opened the door at the bottom of the stairs the cleaning lady (Josie) was coming my way so she pushed it open and let me duck under her arm. On my way back she opened the door again. I just raced past her and she smiled at me. After a few minutes my mum told me to put the kettle on which I did. I offered to ask josie if she wanted one too. My mum said she wasn't due in til 8am. Naturally I told her she was already in and doing her work. My mum went downstairs and of course there was no josie. Josie wasn't dead at that time. She was elderly but relatively fit inspite of her fags and rum diet. I definitely saw her. I know I did. I remember what she was wearing I even remember feeling her green tabard brush across my face when I squeezed past her. I don't think my mum told her what happened but I used to dream about her a lot after she did die and we moved from the area.

In the same pub I was playing in my room when suddenly it went dark. I was hit on the head by something and I ran from the room screaming. After an hour or so (and being ignored by everyone) I turned on the hall light and went back in. Stood upright in the centre of the room floor was the lightbulb. It was balanced on its metal end. Every now and then I try and recreate what happened but can't balance it. It was bizarre. How did it come loose? How did it (presumably) hit me on the head? I wasn't under it. How did it balance perfectly upright in the centre of the room?

Another time I was falling asleep and facing the wall. I could hear what sounded like cellophane being crinkled in the corner of the room. The noise seemed to get louder and closer. I was shaking with fear. Eventually it was directly over my head. I squeezed my eyes shut and screamed for my mum. She came in and the noise stopped. I was sobbing my heart out but she wasn't particularly comforting. When she left the room, turned out the light, walked away and I heard the sound of her getting into bed I lay down and something roared in my ear. It was like a ferocious lions roar. I used to dread bedtime for months afterwards.

Sisters partner has never 100% Seen it/her, however theres been times when creepy stuff has happened, they have no children but live together in a 2bed house, he's heard hysterical laughter coming from the room when my sisters asleep in bed (He works night shifts and gets in at around 4am) and goes upstairs to find my sister sleeping soundly. one time that they told me about is when they were asleep in bed one night and they both felt a heavy weight on there chests, my sister woke to see her but as her partner awoke she vanished so he only saw her for a split second and wasnt 100%, I feel very sorry for my sister, As a young child she'd always see things that no one else saw (We didnt share a room at this point i slept in mymums room until i was 6/7) she'd run screaming at my mums room saying she had seen a man who was "inside out" with his organs on the outside and multiple other things too, it carried on until she left home.
one day I woke up and went to the loo (i was about 13), a heavy glass bowl full of marbels slid across the shelf and then fell forward with such force it landed at my feet (7ft away from me). the shelf was level, there were no rats, no wind going through the house and I cannot explain that either, many creepy things have happened in my life time, sometimes when i was alone sometimes not. DP never used to believe lets just say he does now.

I've had a few experiences like this. My sister and I have different dads, hers died when she was 2, I was 7. A few years after, we shared a bedroom and had bunk beds, me on the top, I once woke suddenly and peered over the side of my bed and saw a man in jeans, white t-shirt and red baseball cap watching my sister sleep. The cap he was wearing was my sister's dad's that he always wore, to this day I swear it was her dad watching over her.
Also one day she was riding her bike around the cul-de-sac we lived in. My mum and I were watching her through the venetian blinds in my mum's bedroom, y'know when u split the blinds with your fingers to look out, there are two windows facing the street, we were both looking out the same one. My sister came in and asked who else was watching her, mum said "just me and your sister love" my sister said no, I mean in the other window? There was noone else in the room but she was adamant there was another person peeking through the blinds in the other window, she was only about 6. My mum has had a lot of spooky experiences happened to her, ranging from early children right up to now and she's mid-fifties

I've also caught dh lying about spooky stuff. The first morning we woke up in our new house I came downstairs to see bits and bobs of stuff lined up in size order on my mantelpiece. (Coins and make-up). He went to bed before me and I got up before him so I could get started on unpacking. When I was brewing up the cold tap came on by itself full blast and soaked me as it hit the top of an upturned glass. Then I went into the living room and saw that. I went upstairs and said to dh that he was hilarious. He had no idea what I was talking about. When he saw how scared I was he said it was him. He didn't even know what I had seen and tried guessing. :o

I stayed overnight at a hotel in London on my own a few years ago. In the night I woke up to hear footsteps - although the bed was near the door, it sounded like they were outside in the corridor but carried on without pause through the locked door and right up to next to my bed. Then I felt something sit right next to me on the bed, the whole bed moved. I was too afraid to open my eyes so lay there all tense and terrified until I went back to sleep.

I often wonder how weird it would be to get in touchwith the hotel to ask them if they've had other guests mention similar events, but it seems a bit pointless as I can't remember the room number and they'd most likely laugh at me...

This isn't woo but just really unexplained.
Recently someone on my fb shared a don't drink and drive poem that is almost word for word to one I wrote when I was about 14 for an English assignment. I never copied it from anywhere and my mum remembers me writing it in the kitchen but here it was shared by someone in the states in June of this year. Can't quite get my head round it

I have quite a few, the most recent one, and the one l never told about in rl happened a week after my dm funeral.

Dm died of cancer, 3 months from diagnosis and she suffered a lot till the very end. I was staying together with ds at my df's house for a couple of weeks after she passed away.

That morning l woke up early, df already left to work. I was lying in bed crying and then suddenly a thought came to my mind: 'Mum if you are well and good and nothing hurts you anymore wherever you are, please give me a sign'. As soon as l finished saying it in my head the alarm clock on my phone, which l did not set up, went off. I almost jumped out of my skin.

Anyway, the alarm woke ds up, so l took him downstairs to the kitchen to put coffee on. As l was doing that l tried to explain to myself rationally that it must have been just a weird coincidence and l probably did set the alarm but forgot about it. Suddenly I heard the alarm going again. I run up the stairs to switch it off and as soon as l did the other one went off. There were 7 or 8 alarms going on one by one. I spent good few minutes deleting them all.

Never happened before or since that morning. Nobody was touching my phone and it's not exactly easy phone to set up alarm anyway. Guess it was a sign from dm.

There were quite a few other weird things happening in the house after dm passed away. Both myself and df experienced them and df is definitely not a woo person.

When I lived in london, in my early 20s, I encountered the same stranger in completely different places three times (Farringdon, Marylebone and Oxford Street), a month or two between each time. He was middle aged, dressed in a black suit and bowler hat and holding an umbrella, and he nodded politely and said 'I do like your boots' before walking on (I had knee length high heeled boots I wore all the time). The first time I just said 'thanks' thinking he was a friendly eccentric, the second time I just gawped in amazement at seeing him and hearing the same words again, and the third time I panicked a bit. Was he following me or was it complete bizarre coincidence?

I've put this on a thread before. It's a premonition one.

When i was 15 my mum and dad went away for a holiday (in Wales) and left me and my best mate in charge of the family home (London). They had booked 10 days away.

Me and my friend were a messy pair and the house descended into 'slight chaos'. Food wrappers and empty bottles of alcohol all over the house, clothes chucked everywhere, make up etc. We decided we would have a good clear up the day before my parents were due back and spend the very last day out of the house, so it would stay tidy!

On about the 7th day, in the afternoon, we were lazing about the lounge when i had the clearest vision pop into my head of my parents in their car going along a particular bit of fast road, toward our town, about 30/40 mins away. I can see it now. It was as if i was floating above the car a little way, in front of them, but looking back at them, down in through the wind screen.

I leaped up and began frantically grabbing all the crap up off the floor. Hollering at my mate to help saying 'quick, OMG, they'll be here in a minute!'. Friend was totally and but helped. We flew round that house - like tidying maniacs!

Sure enough, 30 mins later in strolled my parents, 3 days early, all: 'we've surprised you, haven't we?!' ... and very impressed with the state of the house!

Not scary, but explain that!?

When I was a student I got very drunk one night and fell/bumped my way down the steep stairs in our house.

The next morning my Mum phoned, which was unusual as they lived overseas and phone calls were expensive. We chatted for a bit and then she said she had called as she wanted to check I was okay as she had dreamed I'd fallen down the stairs.

Stuff like that used to happen to her quite a bit.

This isn't woo just strange and it absolutely happened.

My grandad was a soldier in both World Wars and by WW2 was a sargeant. He was tough as nails and probably as un-woo as you get. He had seen it all from the First Day of the Somme to the Blitz (his regt were on fire watch in London) and later in the War were stationed in Belgium where this happened.

One day, not on duty, he went to the cinema. About half way through the film he felt unaccountably bored and decided to go outside and have a fag. And maybe go back in or wander off, I guess. As he stood outside, the cinema received a direct hit and everyone inside was killed. He walked away unscathed. My dad told me this - he knew it was true.

I think it may be this incident at the Rex Cinema:

"...On the first day of the German Ardennes offensive, December 16, 1944, the worst disaster occurred. The "Rex" Cinema on avenue De Keyserlei was packed full of people in middle of the afternoon, nearly 1200 seats were occupied, all watching the featured movie. At 15.20 hrs the audience suddenly glimpsed a split-second flash of light cutting through the dark theater, followed by the balcony and ceiling crashing down during a deafening boom. A V-2 rocket had impacted directly on top of the cinema.

Charles Ostyn happened to be near the cinema that day and would later learn of a personal tragedy in his life caused by this particular rocket attack.

"December 16, 1944, is a day I can never forget. It all really sank in on us after the massacre at the Rex Cinema..." said Ostyn. He told about his feelings at that time: "I still remember that Saturday as if it were yesterday. I had walked past the theater about 20 minutes before the impact - to think, at that very moment a V-2 was being tanked-up by members of the SS Werfer Battery 500 in Holland, it being destined to kill all those people in one blinding instant."

The destruction was total. Afterwards, many people were found still sitting in their seats, stone dead. For more than a week the Allied authorities worked to clear the rubble. Later, many of the bodies were laid out at the city zoo for identification. The death toll was 567 casualties to soldiers and civilians, 291 injured and 11 buildings were destroyed. 296 of the dead & 194 of the injured were U.S., British, & Canadian soldiers...."

www.v2rocket.com/start/chapters/antwerp.html

I knew my ex boyfriend would die and I saw him in my bedroom at the time he died. We weren't on speaking terms at the time but earlier in the evening I just KNEW he was visiting a particular friend and needed to be careful when he drove home as a local village was flooded, I called the friend and said 'tell EX to drive the other route home' and the friend laughed it off and asked how I knew EX was with him. I just knew. I also knew that if he drove through the flooded village he would die. I went to sleep that night and I woke in the early hours to see Ex standing in my room, he gave me a hug then left. He died in the early hours after crashing his car. Very few people believe me but I know what I saw and the friend is still creeped out (this was 16 years ago) that I called with a warning that night!

Mine's not woo but very weird. When I was a teenager I found what looked like an adult human body wrapped up in a bin bag. Me and my friend went for a walk and ended up in some woods near what we thought was an old building that used to be a nunnery that wasn't used any more. My friend saw the bin bag/body and thought exactly the same thing and we were so freaked out we turned and ran. We were really scared that somebody had been killed and just left there so we decided to go and have another look the next day to make sure our minds weren't playing tricks on us. It was still there but it took us ages to pluck up the courage to actually get close to it. Neither of us wanted to open it and look inside so we were going to pick up a stick and run it along to see what it felt like. I was so convinced it was a body though, I can still remember now what it looked like and it looked like there were feet at the end.

A few minutes later an old woman came storming over to us out of the nunnery building and started screaming at us that we were trespassing on private land and to get out immediately. I have never seen anyone look so angry, we were just a couple of kids and didn't mean any harm but she was right up in our faces screaming at us. So of course we legged it as quickly as possible. I honestly thought she was going to thump us at one point.

I was still very distressed at the thought of there possibly being a body in those woods so I told my parents and begged them to take me there to have a look (without mentioning the angry old woman). We went a couple of days later and the bin bag was still there but I knew that whatever had been in there before had gone as the shape was completely different. My dad opened it and was full of leaves. I was so confused, I was only 13 but I knew I wasn't stupid enough to mistake a bag full of leaves for a body. My parents were happy that that was the mystery solved and took me home. I never went there again but I had so many questions. Why would somebody dump a bin bag full of leaves in a wood? Why would both me and my friend think a bin bag full of leaves was a body? Was it just a coincidence that whatever had been in there disappeared after that woman shouted at us or were we just two over spooked kids? I'll never know but I'm still convinced that whatever I saw that day was not just a bag full of leaves.

Years ago I was out one night with my then DP and some of his friends. I came back from the toilet to find him kissing his ex. One of his friends saw that I had seen and was sniggering and pointing it out to the others. It was still quite early and I wasn't far from home so I decided to
walk home. I felt rubbish and I just
wanted to get home and cry but
about half way there I passed a quiet
pub and had a really strong urge to
go inside and have one last drink. I
never ever go into pubs alone but for
some reason that night I really felt
the need to go inside. I had one drink,
a chat with the barmaid about what
had happened and she called me a
taxi home.
The next morning the local radio had
reports of a girl being raped on the
street I would have walked down just
after I would have been there had I
gone directly home.