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.

Oh Knockraven, how strange.

My DH is convinced he has seen elves. He was staying in Germany with his sister when they were children when they both saw small figures climbing into the room through the window, they were both terrified and remember it clearly to this day.

H also has to do a lot of traveling in his job and is convinced that he has seen some non humans, one was really scary.

I have some, all funnily enough involving my granddad.

MY grandad (mums dad) to whom I was extremely close died in 2004. DD1 was born in late 2007.

When DD1 was about 2 years 2mo her and I were laid on mine and DH's bed reading a book together before putting her to bed.
The landing light was on (as I fear the dark) and my bedroom door was slightly ajar, I had my back to the door and DD was facing it.

DD who up until this point had been totally engrossed in the book, looked up, past me at the door and said clear as day 'hiya gra gra T' I went all goosepimply lol, not least because it was the day before the anniversary of when my granddad died!!

DD has as far as I know never seen a picture of my granddad (I really must get some put up of him)

Another one;

A few weeks ago I had a hospital outpatients appointment, as I was leaving after my appointment (I had both of my DD's with me) we had to walk back through the waiting room to leave. A nurse followed us through to call the next patient, she called his name which was exactly the same as my granddad's name. DD1 said to me 'oh thats my gra gra T'

I went cold and admit I cried, I really miss my grandad.

At this point DD would have been about 2 years 5 months ish, I am not aware of her knowing my granddads name let alone recognizing it after some random person calls it out.

One more;

Not long after granddad had died (approx 6 months) I was at my nanas for the day and had gone to the toilet. Nana lives in a very, very small bungalow. As I came out of the toilet, into nana's bedroom faced the front room, through the kitchen, I could see someone sat in the chair my granddad always sat in. I could see the back of his head, just like my granddad, even down the fact he had a full head of hair with only sporadic grey in it. He even had his handed 'draped' over the arm of the chair.

In that moment I felt like I had been punched in the face, it was actually my nana's brother. I broke down there and then and cried

When I was a teenager, we had a tourer caravan - I was staying in a pub car park of a village near Banbury, and there was a creepy empty house and a graveyard next to us. Did a ouija board inb the van and someone called Jeremy People came through saying he lived in the village but he didn't mind being dead, told us when he died etc - he said I would pass all my exams at school. Convinced my parents were pushing the glass but they said they weren't. Next day, we walked through the graveyard and we stopped to read a gravestone - Jeremy People, died 1881!!!! Later that day we all saw an old woman at the window of the empty house drawing the curtains.
I frequently go to Alderley Edge too (I have seen lots of druids around in long white robes, but they are real & friendly!) - I had got separated from my mates one day years ago, and saw 2 people in suits walking around acting suspiciously up by Stormy Point, so I went down by the Holy Well so I could hide as they seemed up to no good - it went quiet and I was just about to go back on the path I had come down, when a huge fox with a human/male face walked straight out of the rock at the side of me, looked at me as it crossed the path and walked straight off the edge, but didn't fall, it kept walking in mid air. First thought was omg it will bite me, wtf! etc; but it all happened slowly and I felt as though I was in a timeslip, and the fox was walking on a long since eroded path/bank or something. I was rooted to the spot, but something told me to stay still and go back the other way on the other path and not to go that way. Later my friends told me they had seen the men come down the path after me and were just standing round the corner for ages - so I think the fox saved me from something very nasty!! Certainly wasn't drunk or anything either!!

ooh, nearly forgot as well! DP and I worked together for an Irish company and went to Dublin on a visit - stayed in a fairly old guesthouse and DP says I sat up in the middle of the night chanting and talking in a strange language he didn't recognise (Irish??) then just lay down and went to sleep. Had to stay there again a few weeks later and was put in a room on the top floor, where I saw a floaty figure in the mirror on the door of the ensuite and the wardrobe doors kept coming open - freaked me out!! Had to sleep with the light on.

Lots of interesting stuff to read on this thread!

NOthing as odd as some I've just been rading (and only got about a quarter of the way through so far!) but chatting in the 6th form one day someone mentioned the Tufty club and I said that I'd only ever been once as a toddler and all i could remember was someone getting thrown out for singing the "Banana Splits" theme tune during the film. A friend of mine blushed and said he had only been to the Tufty Club once, and he HAD been thrown out for singing the "Banana Splits" theme tune during the film!

When my grandfather died, his ashes were kept, knowing my nan was not going to be far behind with the plan of burying them together. So when the time came, Dad and his sisters went to the crem to pick a plot for burial. They basically chose one at random from what was available. Before they left, my aunt said that she thought that someone from the family had been buried there some years before and the crem staff checked the reords and it was a close relative from a couple of generations previous (Dad's gran or great aunt I think, was a long time ago when my grandparents died now adn I forget the details) and she had had her ashes buried in EXACTLY the same spot that had been picked for my Dad's parents.

When preg with DD, I was having my ususal monthly reflexology at about 4 months and in the really deep relaxed state I imagined showing my reflexologist my baby boy born at 35 weeks. Well, it was a girl not a boy, but she was born at 35 weeks.

i have a couple....

We owned a pub in the village and it was known for having odd happenings keys missing and turning up in odd places, glasses moving....but the 3 main ones for me were..

One morning we woke up to find crayon on one of the walls and instantly told of ds1 left it at that...then about 2 weeks later woke up again to find the same again blamed ds1 to which he swore it wasnt him it was ds2 yeah yeah we said and he returned with "it was mummy i promise ask the old man..." me "what old man" ds1 "dduurr mummy the one that lives with us!"

the next myself and 4 friends where sat down stairs having a drink before i locked up and we ALL saw an old man walk past the end of of the bar...

and finally i was locking up late one night completely alone doors and windows all locked etc, we had swing doors from the bar into the pool room and suddenly as i was emptying the glass wash one of the heavy swing doors swung open and hit the bar with such force it shook (big heavy solid wooden bar) and knocked glasses off the top that smashed on the floor!

we also own a bar in Spain....that morning we had received a phone call from my aunty to tell me my beloved uncle had died the night before.....myself and the lad that helps out were sat one end of the bar and all of a sudden the try of glasses at stood on the opposite end of the bar started to rock back and forth not shake ROCK....i like to think it was him saying goodbye.

Lots of unusual experiences but I am such a chicken that I wouldn't even type them here! I get nightmares.

I have come across my doppleganger though - we actually worked together! She was hired a couple of days before into a place I'd worked several years as a student, but on a different shift so I had not yet seen her. Needed a ride home one night so had phoned my dad to come; he was busy and not impressed but came. I waited inside as it was very cold, and watched for him through the window. He pulled in and I could see from the distance that he promptly began yelling at another girl whose mother had just dropped her off to begin her shift. I ran out in my teenage embarrassment to find a terrified lookalike running from my father, who was yelling at her to "hurry up and get in the truck, I do not have time for this!" When I got close enough, all three of us were speechless until the shocked laughter and profuse apologies! Had fun at work after that though...

Ooh great thread...

When I was about 14 I was walking home one dark winter evening along the main road we lived on. I was thinking (for no particular reason) that it was suprising there hadn't been any accidents on our road that I knew of. I then 'saw' - whilst knowing that it was my imagination - a car come round the far bend at speed, lose control and crash into the bus stop. It disappeared. Thought nothing more of it as I had an active imagination. The very next day, when I got home from school my mum and sister told me that a car had that morning had lost control and crashed into the bus stop. An elderly lady waiting at the stop was killed

At around the same age, I once sat down on the edge of my bed ready to get in, and immediately had this massive sensation of being pulled out of my body through the top of my head. I then felt as if I was travelling upwards at great speed, through an immense dark space. I was scared and then a voice I felt I knew really well, but didn't know in RL, said in my ear "You've never liked this bit, have you MrsSawdust?" Next thing I knew I was back in my bedroom. Weird.

One more. A couple of nights after my lovely mum died, I had a dream that I was walking along the road and my mum cycled past on the other side. She was smiling and waving, but we were unable to stop and talk to each other. I have since had other dreams in which she is present but always just out of reach. I find it comforting, as if I'm being told that she's still around and still part of my life, even though I can't see her or talk to her any more.

I don't really know how much I believe that any of my stories are down to supernatural happenings. I tend to think they are more likely to be coincidence / imagination / normal coping with grief (the last one) But they are weird nonetheless.

Just remembered something else - actually I've never really thought this could be anything unusual until reading this thread - anyway, at around the exact time my mum died (completely unexpectedly in an accident) I was looking through some stuff in my house (hours before I got the terrible news) and came across a notebook she had sent me from a cathedral visit a year or so before. She had written on the back of it, simply "Love from mum."

Knockraven I'd something similar. My gran and I got very close in the last few years of her life. When I was a teenager she had a stroke and I went to see her in hospital every day. One day I just couldn't go. My dad went to see gran and I went into his bed and fell asleep. I dreamt I was in a garden but there was a fence between me and the other people there. I realised that they were all people I loved who had died. Then my Gran came over and spoke to me about how she had to go. She held my face, kissed me and walked through the fence.
I woke up with the phone ringing. It was dad to tell me Gran had died.

Another strange thing happened when I was around 10. My dad had just tucked me into bed and left my room when he appeared like an apparition next to my bed.He just stood there looking at me and smiling. Then he slowly vanished. A minute later dad came into my room to check I was ok. He had had a vision of me sitting at the bottom of the stairs!

What an amazing thread! I've got a few, but think this is the "strangest"
Was walking home from school with the children, and as it was a hot day we took a long route home through fields, almost home we saw outside my best friends house that a few people were sat outside chatting,my friend with 2 neighbours I know, and a friend of hers from Kenya and a really lovely looking black guy who i assumed was the kenyans partner.he didn't speak but had a lovely smile and seemed really happy. I crossed the road to say hi, made small talk for about 3 minutes and went home.
The next day out of nosiness asked if the black guy was the Kenyan friends partner, and my friend sad "what black guy?" I described him, what he was wearing etc
And my friends was adamant it was just the 4 of them and no one else. I was so perplexed we went and asked the two neighbours that had been there and they both said no black guy was there at all! The following week went to the pub with the Kenyan lady, and told her what I'd seen, and she said I had described her younger brother who committed suicide, to a T! We were all and later that night had my first mediumistic?encounter and passed on information to the kenyan woman that was impossible to have known about her home and life in Kenya. Her grandmother came through as well, we were all in tears sat in a beer garden! Weirdest night of my life!
That was the first of many experiences since and I still freak out when it happens!

Sorry for the lack of paragraphs using an iPhone and didn't seem to do the spaces!

more please, this thread is brilliant and I am bored

the only one that's happened to me - not spooky but was strange from my point of view

Was on holiday, out for dinner with my parents. Was maybe 11 or 12. My dad called the waiter over and spoke to him too quietly for me to hear (restaurant was noisy). I asked what he'd said and Dad said he'd asked for a diet coke. About half an hour later I made a comment along the lines of "WHere's that diet coke?". My dad had no idea what I was talking about, and said he'd never spoken to the waiter
Think I must have had a touch of sun stroke.

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Nowhere near as spooky as some of these but here goes:

When I was 11 and started secondary school, I got to know this girl really well and were soon 'best friends'. A few months had gone by when one day, she didn't show up for school. I tried to phone her on her land line when I was at home but the line had been disconnected. I never saw her again and when I asked the teachers they said her parents just took her out of school. I found that very odd.

When I was about 14, I had an extremely vivid dream. I saw myself dressed in a dirty white dress running for my life from hundreds of men on horse back who had torches (fire on sticks)(I'm guessing 17/18th century. I felt my eyes open but I couldn't escape from this dream, I was actually crying in RL. When I eventually woke up, my heart was pounding, I had pain in my chest and was out of breath, as if I had actually been running. Stills scares me to this day.

I've had a lot of feelings that bad things are going to happen.

A few years back the phone rang and soon as my mum picked it up without saying anything, I knew something had happened to a family member. Turns out my cousin had been killed in a car crash.

We've recently moved into a flat and I've noticed that things have been moved around, I thought it was my imagination. Once when I was taking a shower, DS was in the bathroom with me and I heard my DH shouting so I went to see what was going on. He was locked in the bedroom, the key was on the outside of the door . There was no way me or my DS could have done it. Weird.

oh another one I forgot to add,

DH, DS and myself had to drive from the UK across some European countries to reach our destination. The night before we left I had a terrible feeling that we were going to have a car crash or break down, I didn't tell DH, didn't want to 'jinx' it.

Sure enough we broke down in Holland and had an awful lot of trouble to get to our destination as we couldn't drive our car. I'm just extremely grateful it was the latter.

Stumbled on this thread because I couldnt sleep there are some amazing and spooky tales on here I've got 2 of my own....... the first one I was 8 and we had moved from lancashire to Hampshire for mums latest man it was a rocky relationship and we would frequently be on the train back to lancashire as they had fell out , I remember one particular day we were on a massive intercity train from London and I said to my mum it's good we are leaving at this time theres going to be a massive crash later , I remember getting some really strange looks but when we got to my grandad all over the news was the clapham junction crash ....weird

The second nowhere near on that scale but about a year later back up north , we lived in a typical terraced house with a back yard walking home from school one day I had an image that our very tall solid outer yard wall had collapsed . The next day we walked round the corner looked down the back street and guess what ? Yep our wall had just collapsed how strange .

I am sure this will be dismissed as total fiction, but I promise it is true.
When I was 18 I had a girlfriend who lived 20 miles away at . To get to, and from there I regularly used the train from ....... to ....... station. To get home on this particular Sunday evening, I arrived at 11:00 pm at ....... station. It is a fairly remote and dingy station and it was unusual for anybody else to be there at this hour, but a lady in her late 40's or early 50's was seated waiting for the last train. She was about 5ft 4 inches tall, of plump build, with permed hair, and was wearing a "camel" coat and was carrying a very large canvas shopping bag, which had a tartan pattern on.
I sat down to wait for the train (which were frequently late). After a few minutes the lady asked if there was a train as she "had to get back to Portsmouth". I told her that I was also waiting for the same train and that it should be along soon. Several times she asked the same question and reinforced that she "must get back to Portsmouth". When the train eventually did arrive, she remained seated but became very agitated and began to cry. I told her that this was the last train, but several times between sobs she repeated: "I can't go back". I asked if I could help, and suggested that if she got on the train that perhaps we could talk about any problems she had. But again she said "I can't go back". Meanwhile the guard had gotten off of the train to point out that this was the last train on that night and that if I was getting on I should hurry (from his angle he probably couldn’t see the lady). Reluctantly I got on the train, and as it pulled out of the station I could see her sobbing.
On the journey home I felt guilty about leaving her, as she was obviously very upset about something. On arriving home I telephoned the Police at .... .... and briefly related the story and asked if perhaps somebody could visit the railway station and see if she was ok. I gave a description of her height, dress, and the bag she was carrying. I assumed that perhaps some domestic dispute was the cause of her distress.
On arriving home from work the next evening (Monday) my Mum drew my attention to an article in the local paper, "The Evening News". She knew that I caught the train from ....... and this article was appealing for witnesses to an accident near that station. I immediately recognised the photograph included in the article as the lady from the previous evening, the description of her clothing, height, dress and bag also matched perfectly. The article was appealing for witnesses to an accident where the lady had been killed whilst walking along the railway lines.... ON THE SATURDAY EVENING. I telephoned the newspaper and suggested that they had confused the dates, and that I had spoken to the lady, they checked and to my surprise insisted that the accident had been on SATURDAY. I then telephoned the police who listened to my story, and indeed confirmed that I had reported the incident on SUNDAY evening, however were adamant that the incident had occurred on SATURDAY. In a subsequent article in the local paper I learned that the lady was called ....... ......., she was a patient in a local mental hospital (........). She had been allowed out on the Saturday and had been to PORTSMOUTH. Returning in the evening. She had missed the station at ....... and got off of the train at the next stop (.........), not being familiar with the area she had decided to walk the short distance back to ....... along the lines, and been struck by a train.
Now I wish I had remained or touched her! However, I caught the bus after this!

Last year (September) my darling fil was taken to hospital and he stayed there for 3 weeks
It seemed that every time I looked at a clock,it was always 20to the hour
Didn’t think much of it until March when we got a phone call to tell us he was dying and to get our arses down to their house if we wanted to say our goodbyes
We took time off work and shot down the motorway
We said our very tearful goodbyes to one of the greatest men I’ve ever met and went home
This was the Friday and I was at work on the Monday
I was on my break when I noticed my mil had rang me so I rang her back
He had passed away-at 8:40…

My daughter was aged about 9 (she’s now 24) when she was asleep in bed
I was just going up myself when she woke up screaming that there was a man in her room
I have never ran up the stairs so bloody fast in my life
She just kept saying ‘he was wearing a grey cardigan mum,and he had no feet’
Once I’d calmed her down she told me about what she’d seen
‘An older man,wearing a grey cardigan,black old fashioned glasses,silver,not grey hair and he had no feet but had a lump where his fingernail should have been’
She also said that his left eye was ‘white and greeny grey’
He told her that he was wrong-there is a life after death and he was looking after us-there is nothing to fear in death and he was back with his wife (my granny who died before I came along and my dd is named after her)

That was my darling grandad to a tee
He’d died when I was 14

She’d never seen a photo of him and nobody had told her what he looked like (she came along five years after losing him)
I used to love wearing that cardigan,he always said his hair was silver not grey (he’d get pissed off if you said it was grey)his glasses where classic nhs specs,he was blind in his left eye (he managed to get concrete in it) and an accident left him with a lump on his finger rather than a nail
Oh and he had dreadful feet-really painful ailments

When he was alive he used to tell me that there is nothing scary about death-you just fall asleep but that was that
No life after death-you just go-I bloody hope he was wrong

She stands by what she saw and it comforts me knowing he’s close by