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.

I don't think the 'psychic' stories are that weird cos everyone has an ability to see things psychically. It's called the 6th sense for a reason. Everyone has one. Some people have good eyesight,some better hearing, some people have a stronger 6th sense. It's nothing weird or special it's just something that we all experience from time to time.

6th sense, gut feeling, intuition are all the same thing and without trying to sound overly 'airy fairy' it is our guardian angel communicating with us. Each and everyone of us has one and if we listen to what these feelings are telling us then they will never be wrong and will help us throughout our life as that is what they are there for. None of us are ever alone, no matter what our beliefs.

Lorna Byrne has written a very good book about her 'psychic' experiences and it's called 'Angels in my hair' if anyone is interested. It really helped to open my eyes.

I don't think mine's ghosty, just utterly inexplicable. I mean if she was younger than me then older perhaps I might have seen her in a "past life" - not that I believe in that but it would be an explanation.

But older then younger?

When my little DD was small and still taking an afternoon nap in her cot, on a couple of occassions after hearing her moving round,I would go in to get her up and she would be stood at the end of her cot looking up to the corner of the room. Then she would turn to me with a confused look on her face and say "Man? Gone?"

Feckin' freaked me out!

I've told this one on mn before.

I had a twin, but my mother miscarried him/her at just a couple of months along (I don't remember exactly). A year after I was born, she miscarried another baby. When I was three, my sister was born. When she was three years old, one day out of the blue she said to my mom "I kept trying to come before, but you weren't ready."

It knocked my mom for a loop, that's for sure.

A dog fell on my head.

I did my Mum's family tree and discovered that my GGGGG Grandparents had got married at the same church where I was baptised.

Not so unusual you might think but their son moved to Devon and his descendents over 200 odd years made their way back up here via Somerset, Nottinghamshire and South Yorkshire. My DM was born in South Yorks, commuted to work in West Yorks, met my DF and they settled in the city they worked in where neither had - or knew they had - any links whatsoever.

I've always felt strangely emotional, but calm IYKWIM in that church.

Not as strange as some of these, but on my 21st birthday I phoned my Mum but it didn't ring she was on the other end already, she'd picked up the phone to call me at exactly the right moment.

I dreamt our neighbour over the road had woken up in the night and been violently sick.

I didn't tell DP about the dream.

Next day DP met the neighbour in the street and asked him how he was. He'd been violently sick in the night for no reason except it was the anniversary of his father's death and he was upset.
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When DD1 was just 2.5 or 3 I would be thinking about something and she used to finish my sentences aloud for me.

Once I was thinking about getting the plane home to visit my mum and she asked "But how will we get to Granny's?"
I hadn't spoken to her about the trip at all.
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LMFAO @ Gigantaurs Drs attempt at small talk

I was a single parent with my dd, the first we knew of in my family.

My grandad did our family tree a couple of years later, our first male ancestor was born to a woman who had an affair with her employer and she had exactly the same name as me. Only she lived almost two hundred years ago.

Am pmsl at "a dog fell on my head."

I have a really strange memory of one night when I was about 13. I was very unhappy at home at the time and decided to do something (really silly) and run away somewhere in the middle of the night. I remember running somewhere and as I did so I sort of came out of my body and it all felt like a dream, very slow motion. Then I saw a man standing in the middle of the road who called out "Don't be afraid I won't hurt you" I can see him to this day and this was over 20 yrs ago. But I was scared and I floated all the way home.

I still can't fathom what happened this night at all.

After I gave birth to DD I had a huge hemorrhage (sp) and nearly died. It happened immediately after I said to DH "call her X" the name of my Grandmother whom I had never met, who died in childbirth from a hemorrhage 80 yrs previously.

Similar to killer cleavage, I was researching our family tree and discovered that the oldest ancestor I can find (born 1666) in buried in the church that is less than half a mile from my house. (Between then and now, family has lived in numerous places; here, yorkshire, portsmouth, wales, yorks, here.)

I was a bit psychic when I was little. I would point at the telephone and it would ring, I would tell my Mum the next person would would knock at the door (when we weren't expecting anyone).

When I was 3, I told my mum exactly what I was getting for Christmas (about 15-20 things). I got everything right except for a pink and yellow tea-set, then I went to the nursery Christmas party and guess what I got from the Santa there?!

Not exactly to me, but connected.....

Eleven years ago, four years before I met him, DH was in a near-fatal accident in Crete.

After several weeks in a hospital there he was airlifted back to England to the Charing Cross Hospital. After a further few weeks there he was transferred by ambulance to the Wellington Clinic.

Eleven years ago, one of my brothers worked for the London Ambulance Service and clearly remembers transferring a patient from Charing Cross to the Wellington Clinic at the time.

Turns out it was DH.

When I was pregnant with baby2 we decided we would find out if we were having a boy or a girl. A few days before my scan I had a dream where I was at my local hospital and my mum, who had died 6 years previously, was showing me around. She said I'm going to show you how to make up formula, and I thought that's odd because I always breastfeed, so she added the powder to the water and it went pink. Now the odd thing was I didn't register this at the time, The night before the scan I was thinking about this dream and thought to myself you'd think mum could have told me what I was having then remembered the formula went pink, went along to the scan and found that we were indeed expecting a girl.

I've had other dreams where my mum is there, one I remember she was rocking dd2 and I was standing beside her and she handed her back and she'd just go check on dd1 before she went.

In another we were at my granny's house and we were chatting and she said she'd see me later and I seemed to sink back down into my body and just as I did dd2 woke up crying.

Dd1 and I were in the house when we heard dh's phone go off with the message ringtone. Dh got home from 2 hours later and I said you've got a message your phone is in the kitchen and he said no it's not it's here in my pocket. It was so weird we have no explanation for it at all. It wasn't someone outside and it wasn't next door the ringtone came from the kitchen and we both heard it clear as day.

I tend to get lots of random books out (as is my way, i'm very curious). Anyway, on 10 September 2001 I got out three books from the library; one was about the Taleban in Afghanistan. I had never even heard of them, and barely heard of Afghanistan before that day (I wonder if MI5 then put a watch on my library habits ...)

DP and I constantly email/text each other exactly the same thing at the same time, say the same things at the same time or decide to call each other. It's very odd. We also constantly order the same meals.

what creepy stories

When I was 19 I was working in a restaurant in town which is very very old, and which King Charles II supposedly hid in. The owner told me it was haunted and I thought 'yeah right' but over that summer I witnessed all kinds of strange things along with the other staff who worked there. One of which was that I was upstairs restocking the mini bar when I knocked over a small mixer bottle. What followed was the sound of about ten other bottles rolling under the mini bar and smashing, one by one. I thought 'crikey, I've made one hell of a mess' but when I looked under the bar there was absolutely nothing there at all As well as this, we witnessed a picture 'floating' off the wall and my necklace came off by itself and 'flew' to the end of the kitchen. When I got to it and picked it up it was still done up

Witnessed some poltergeist activity in a student house I lived in.

My ex-PIL moved to a new build house which had the most eerie feeling when you stood inside it. I never felt comfortable there and I remember going down the stairs holding one of the children with the feeling someone was directly behind me. Dd2 who was around 20 months then would talk of seeing people in the house who weren't there and of people peering in through the upstairs window. One day I asked if I could use the phone and I used the extension in the bedroom we were staying in. After I came off the phone, my MIL said 'oh did you manage to ring out from that extension? Do you know, in 8 months I've never been able to do that in that room. I can use 1471 and receive calls but I cannot call out.' So she tried again right after me and again it wouldn't work...

LongTallJosie - I've never heard a story like that before - how unsettling. Some people believe that there are among us, people who aren't really human. Sounds crazy but as you say there isn't any explanation for what happened to you that would make sense as we know it.

of all these stories i have to say that josie's has made me feel the most uneasy...
and i couldn't put my finger on why, until i read electra's comment!

when i was about 11 i woke up late one night and couldn't stop thinking about my dad (he didn't live with us) i was very worried about him for no reason whatsoever but just couldn't stop thinking/worrying/praying that he would be ok.... the next morning my mum said that she had received a call from him very late last night and that he was so drunk he could hardly talk, but that he told her he had just driven about 35 miles! my mum was astounded that he hadn't killed himself by driving so drunk he hardly even knew who he was speaking to when he rang her!

when i was pregnant with dd i had a dream about her being a real baby there with me... it wasn't until she was born that i had a flashback to the dream and realised she looked exactly like the baby in my dream but the baby in my dream had a very hairy face! but they have hair before they are born don't they? i believe that i saw dd as she was then inside me, in my dream

not the strangest... When I was about 9 or 10 my eldest brother had a pair of guinea pigs which I absolutley adored, long and short, one got pregnant.
One morning I woke from a dream in which Mrs Guinea Pig had given birth to 8 babies (improbable I know), I shot out of bed and sure enough there were little guinea-piglets in the nesting box but I counted only 5, I ran down the road to where my brother was fishing and told him the news and about the dream, when I got home I went back to the hutch for another look at the much loved new mother and found that in my absence she had delivered three more guinea-piglets!

When I was about 3 I had an imaginary friend. Her name was Lisa.

My mums cousin Lisa had died when my mum was a child. There are no other Lisas in our family. Scared the entire family when I talked to her.

When my mum was pregnant with me, my Dad was driving in Scotland for work. He used to drive quite fast and on this particular clear night was enjoying throwing his small sporty car round the quiet roads up there (this was 1977).

He was driving along when he suddenly heard, loud as anything "Slow down".

He did, and rounded the corner just in time to see a lorry jack-knifed in front of him.

I heard this story when I was 13 or 14 I suppose - no big deal, passed on as one of those family stories.

When I was 19 I was driving home one evening and suddenly had a clear message as if someone had spoken inside my head "remember your Dad's guardian angel" - I hadn't thought about it for years.

I immediately slowed down, rather freaked out. Just as I turned a corner in the road to see an accident that had just happened, blocking the road in front of me.

Oh and I also dreamed that my Gran told me the lottery numbers so I would win a tenner.

I woke up, wrote them down, told my parents and won a tenner that following weekend.

My parents were like this

I gave it to charity in the hope that she would do it with a more significant amount - but sadly it never happened again!

Blimey electra - what a thought!

I have actually thought of an explanation of sorts, when I woke up this morning (I haven't thought about this for literally years). What if the first memory was a dream? That I'd dreamt about her before meeting her? That would be a bit unusual but not that out of the ordinary judging by what's on here. I was very young (7ish) so when I met her a year or so later I might not have been able to distinguish between a vivid dream and a vivid memory? Either way, the "memory" of the first meeting is still really clear. She told me off for having her Brownie Guide handbook, which I'd seen in front of me and picked up. But that's the thing, you see, she was definitely older - much older. Old enough to be able to tell me off. But in a dream she could have been older, couldn't she? She could have been the age she was when I actually met her...

I'm going for the dream before I met her. Much less freaky and more run of the mill!

I have a half brother and half sister but never met them - i only knew of them because somebody had told me at the age of 7 - they were never discussed again.

I remember watching a video from a wedding from dads side of the family - the video pans around the room and out of the hundreds of people on the video i asked "who is that" my relatives who were sat behind me said oh just a friend of the family - it turns out it was my half brother who i would then meet 5 years later at my dad funeral

My mum and i are always buying each other the same presents! I often buy her a book for Christmas and she will have bought me the same one - or the same toiletries or the same anything - this year for mothers day i bought her an indoor planting herb thingy - she for my birthday (same time) bought the same thing