What is the strangest thing that has happened to you?

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My best friend at secondary school was abducted and never seen again. She vanished in a spell that cannot have been more than 3 minutes because that it how long it took to walk between our houses. I remember that the parents were (strongly) suspected but nothing was ever proved.

The young couple who purchased the house next door to us had lived there for less than 2 weeks before a removal van arrived to move them out again.

Dave M had worked in the dept for 3+ years but then took a new job in Liverpool. He gave all of us a new but false address and a fictitious phone number.

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Mr Dad told me that back in the 60's and he was young he had a motorbike. He was out on his motorbike one dark evening down an unlit road and was stuck behind a car going too slow, he wanted to overtake, looked ahead and could only see a motorbike headlight coming towards him, so decided to overtake the slow car infront. Just as he was about to pull out a voice from nowhere just came into his head and said firmly and loudly, twice "DO NOT OVERTAKE".
My Dad did as he was told and stayed behind the slow car. A few seconds later the oncoming motorbike passed him - except it was not a motorbike but a huge lorry with only one headlight working. My Dad says had he pulled out when he should have done he would have been killed instantly.

Oddest thing happened to me was having an incredibly vivid dream, about a specific word, waking up with that word seared across my memory. I googled the word, and there was only 1 page of hits... the first of which was a link to a (quite odd) piece about a mumsnetter (under her real name).

While we were on our honeymoon a few weird things happened in our hotel room:
the phone kept ringing and when we answered all we heard was a strange kind of static and when we rang reception to ask if they had tried to ring us they said no. This happened about 6 times so I disconnected the phone from the wall but it rang another 5 times!
The air conditioner kept turning on and off and up and down but we didn't take any notice until the electricity went in the whole area and the air conditioner stayed on!
The volume on the tv kept going up to the max also but what was really strange was that we thought it was all normal and didnt give it another thought until we got home.

After having DD I have twice returned to work only to end up sick in hospital and leaving the jobs. Weird as I am normally very healthy - I guess I am not supposed to return to work.

When I was ill in hospital my Mum came to stay and look after DD. DM would bring DD into hospital every morning on the tube to visit me. One morning DD unusually slept in so DM got ready to bring her to visit me and had waited for her to wake up. This was the morning of 7/7/05 (London bombings)and the nearest tube station to my hospital was Russell Square. By the time she woke up the tube network was shut down. I hate to think that they could have been caught up in the bombings had DD woken up on time.

My DM stopped visiting me for a couple of days but then brought DD to see me on the bus. Two weeks later the bus they caught was the one which a second attempted bombing took place on. Except they weren't on it as it was DDs birthday and I had been allowed out of hospital the day before to spend her 1st birthday at home.

My DM is convinced that DD protected them from harm on those awful days.

Who was the mner who saw a werewolf change in front of her? It was on another spooky thread a few months back...

A long one, so make yourself comfy...

A few years ago i worked as a nanny and one night, my employers and i 'played' with a ouija board.

I swear i didn't push the glass, and they are certain they didn't either, but a girls name was spelt out... G-R-E-T-A and an age of 6 years old, and then the dog jumped up and knocked the ouija board over, so we stopped playing it.

Didn't really give it any thought over the next couple of days.

The children had a playroom in the basement, and the daughter was playing in there one afternoon whilst i was pottering round, when i heard her talking to someone, i just assumed she was talking to herself. This went on for a few days, when i asked her who she was talking to, she said her friend, 'Rita'.

Over the next few weeks the dd became quite withdrawn and anxious. She suddenly decided she only wanted to go in the bath as the showers were bad.

Now it might be helpful to note at this point that we actually lived in Bergen, Germany, the town of the infamous Bergen Belsen concentration camp, and the house we were living in was literally a stones throw away from where the train tracks passed that would either carry prisoners to the camp, or that the prisoners would follow to get to the camp.

It all came to a head one day when i'd taken the dd swimming - you had to shower before getting into the pool, and the dd had a major meltdown when i took her into the shower cubicle, she started screaming' It's not water, it's not water!!!' over and over again, so i pressed the button and i swear there was a moment that stretched into a minute before the water came out - and with that the dd fainted.

Further questioning revealed that the dd's 'friend' was actually called Greta and was six years old, a little girl who wore her black hair in pigtails and had come to visit on a train....

Getorf I also have the odd sensations when ill or feverish.

I am usually in a bed which is way too big and the covers are too heavy. I feel the 'page' turn and I am in a tiny bed. The pages keep turning and the size of bed alternates.

It has also been me in a room going big to small and bizarrely sat at a violin

my dad;s absolute doppelganger lives in the same town as me , the first time i saw him, i almost crashed my car!could not believe my dad had come over and not told me.

he looks EXACTLY like my dad

same colouring, build, facial hair, glasses, same car, same colour car, two same numbers in the number plate.

i was in front of him recently at some traffic lights, in my rear view mirror, could see him nibbling his fingernails, in the same way my dad does, palm facing his mouth, with the other fingers slightly bent.

it was compellingly spooky

i do wonder if he is some sort of guardian.

a friend has seen him too and was sure it was my dad.

We were in a car accident many moons ago with 2 other cars.

The police officer came up to us after speaking to both the other drivers.

Our driver stated his name (Michael). The police officer retorted with 'You are XXXX kidding me!' and began to get very cross.

Apparently all 3 drivers were named Michael and their last names were very similar.

It took the production of 3 driving licences to convince the officer that this wasn't a wind up.

Not as good as those I used to start this thread but still strange.

Today I met a former work colleague from 15+ years ago working in an estate agent in my current home town that is 280 miles from we had worked previously!

this happened just this week

that's dreadful about your friend disappearing OP.

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I have lots from childhood - the flying thing except I could do it when I was AWAKE, used to roly-poly up and down the stairs

when I was about to get married, I had to go to the town hall (? can't remember where it was) to pick up our marriage license and sign the forms etc, and outside the hall was the noticeboard where the bans were posted. I had a look because it was so nice to see our names there, saying we were getting married in a few days....and right below our names was my mum's maiden name, and las, spelt the exact same way. Her name isn't unusual, really, but her maiden name was quite uncommon - you hardly ever see it (old Highlands name).

It was odd and somehow comforting to see it there. Freaked her right out, mind.

When I was 18 and in college a girl came up to me and said is your name X (very unusual name) I said er no sorry got the wrong person. Fast forward probably 5 or 6 years I was in a club in different city and somehow got chatting to a girl asked her name oh its X - oh I said I remember being mistaken for someone of that name - of course it was her, she went to same college at that time - we didn't even really look alike, quelle co-incidence!
I split up with a boyfriend who I class as my first love, this is many years ago.
He had mental health problems in the years after we split - when anything bad happened to him and it was relayed to me by friends I always heard a particular song afterwards.. always.. the spooky thing was in was 'our song.. I am not in touch with him now but every now and again I hear that song and think 'poor x'
Another one - just before 9/11 I dreamt that the city I live in was covered in white ash. I was walking about and all the buildings were covered in white ash and the people- at the time it just made me think of an atomic bomb going off or something. did not connect it when 9/11 happened until the footage of NY covered in white ash started coming through... very strange

I remembered another one.

When I was about 15 we were putting on a school fundraising fete and I decided to dress up as a fortune teller and read palms. I planned to make up nice, if silly things about people - as obviously I am not a fortune teller.

It was really popular and loads of teachers and students all came for a "reading".

Except, as soon as I touched their hand, I knew all sorts of things about them - the teacher with the multiple miscarriages, the teacher who was in the early days of a pregnancy that I knew would end in a stillbirth, the teacher whose first husband had died in tragic circumstances, the student whose brother had died in a fire. But I also seemed to know exactly what to say - although it didn't feel like I was being "told" things, I just knew.

It was very weird and spooky, but it has never happened since - and I never told anyone either, which is very unlike my 15 year old self, although a few people alluded to it, but no one ever asked me outright.

The night before the big earthquake in Chile, I had a dream about a massive earthquake - that was a little freaky.

My nana was in hospital earlier this year, very unwell and unlikely to survive for long. One morning at about 5am, I woke up having felt a weight on my leg. I knew it was my nan somehow and felt great sorrow. My dad called me half an hour later to let me know that she'd died (I miss her terribly ).

Bumpity bump - come on MNers - I was really enjoying this!

A few years ago I left my first daughter at a friends house to play while my husband and i were supposed to go out for lunch on my birthday.

On the way home i thought I heard a child scream and call mummy. I felt sick and like i could not breathe. We went into the house and sat down. I am not usually a drama queen at all BTW

Then i said to my husband you had better get the phone. He said "Its not ringing" then the phone did start to ring. I grabbed it and picked it up. The voice on the other end of the phone was my friend saying that soon after we left my dd had had an accident in their garden and we needed to get to the hospital.

She was fine in the end BTW

Just wanted to clarify - when I said I was enjoying it I didn't actually mean I was enjoying reading about the sad events that some of you have described - maybe interested was a better word to use

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We were selling our house and had put in an offer on one we really wanted, even though it already had an offer on it. We heard nothing and the next time DH drove past it, the estate agent's sign said "Sale Agreed", so we knew we hadn't got it.

My mum used to go to a Spiritualist church at the time (she started going after my dad died, mainly so she could carry on arguing with him!) and she phoned me and asked if we had any news about our house. I told her that it had been sold to another buyer, at which point she said that she had had a crystal reading at church and that the reader had seen a set of shiny keys, which meant that we would get the house we wanted and be very happy there. I told her that was very nice but the house had been sold.

The next day we got a phone call from the estate agent to say the buyer's chain had fallen through and did we want the house.

Been here 14 years now.

Mrs Fawlty on page 11 - we live in a Victorian house and out tvs (2 of them) come on every night also, about 3 am. We have started as a matter of course unplugging them at the wall.

ok this isn't spooky but was a weird night

used to work for jim davidson on his pantos, press night of snow white and the 7 dwarves, found myself in the VIP area in the probably the only club in Dartford drinking champagne with 5 dutch dwarves who I then got stoned with in an empty car park behind Sainsbury's, then hitched back to London telling the random car driver about my night with the little people....

I think the strangest thing that happened to me was one night I was in bed reading, when the book just kind of disapeared and I was in a jungle, wide awake and a bit freaked. My sister and mum were there and mum was pushing me into water and giving me a reed to breath through. I could then hear my mum shouting my name in my ear, and not in my head but right up against my ear if you know what I mean. And then the book reapeared and I was sitting up in bed.
I went round for tea the next night - and said to mum at the table "you had a weird dream last night" and described what had happened to me and right enough she had a dream in a jungle where she had to hide us from canabals and then spend ages running up and down the river shouting our names once they had gone. I think she said she had watched a movie that night that was a bit the same The Emerald something or other.

Ok my weirdest thing...

I had a great-uncle to whom I was very close.

The tears are running down my face even typing this I miss him so much and he died in 1987

He was the only person I could rely on to love me 110% and unconditionally.

He was very old and very sick and in hospital. I was 18, and off school for holidays. My parents were going to the hospital in the evenings and staying the night with my great-aunt, I was doing days, taking my two brothers down to Aunt and Unk's house, leaving them there, going to hospital.

On the Tuesday he had been poorly. The Tuesday night he was worse and the hospital called my parents and Great Aunt back to the hospital where they stayed all night.

I went to bed at my normal time and slept like a log. He rallied.

The next day I was down to see him in the hospital on my own. He kept saying "I'll not see you again. I have to go, its my time" I was hysterical "Don't leave me, you can't go etc etc"

He said "I'll say goodbye before I go but I have to go, its my time, and if I don't go there won't be any room for your children"

Anyway, (crying even harder now how pathetic) that night nurses etc thought he was maybe going to pull through. I was wrecked and went to bed really early.

Woke up at 10.02 by my clock, and the only thing I can say is he was in the room, I couldn't see him, he was just there.

He said (in my head) I promised I would say goodbye before I left Knockraven my darling but I have to go now. I will always watch out for you.

I sat up, walked to my brothers bedroom, knocked on the door, said unk has just died,walked downstairs, lifted the phone (it didn't ring) and said "its ok dad I already know unk died about 2 minutes ago"