Give us your eerie stories

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because I've none.

Go on. I love hearing about them.

I've posted this before, under a different name. Still shits me up to this day.

When we were still boyfriend / girlfriend, DH used to drive up the M1 to visit me at uni each week. One evening during the winter, he was driving along (alone) and glanced in the rear view mirror. He saw a little girl sitting in the rear seat. Shoulder length blonde hair, plaited into pigtails, wearing a gingham pinafore. She had her seatbelt on and was smiling 'gently'.

He looked away, looked back again. She was still there. Still smiling. Looked away again, and she had gone.

Now DH is EXTREMELY non-woo and is in no way capable of self-generating that level of detail. He wasn't particularly tired, hadn't been drinking (obviously) etc.

He saw the girl only once. We kind of forgot about it and carried on driving the car around. One evening a few months later, we were driving home from a lovely pub near us with one of my friends in the back. We were driving down a pitch black rural lane when we heard the most horrific bang on the rear door, right next to where my friend was sitting.

The only way I can describe it is someone smacking the door with an open palm. We stopped down the road outside another country pub and looked at the door. No marks at all; and there is no way on this earth that whatever hit it wouldn't have left a mark. We hadn't hit anything and nothing had been thrown up by the wheel. It just wasn't that kind of noise.

So we got over that...and then the car started having steering problems. We took it back to Audi and it went into the workshop. It spent a while in there and when we got it back it had had a significant amount of work done. We were fine with that; they assured us it had fixed the steering problem. What shit us up quite significantly was that they also told us was that the steering rack problems had been caused by the car being previously involved in a very serious head on accident.

Needless to say, we sold it very swiftly.

I had a premonition dream during the Falklands war. I dreamt I was on the coast and there was a big ship in the distance yet I could see people on the deck.

I then had a feeling of dread and started to call out that it was going to explode, I was very alarmed....then it did, the ship exploded and there was fire everywhere.

A day or two later I was watching the news and an item about the torpedo attack and sinking of the ship the General Belgrano came on [large loss of life]. I just froze.

My non woo woo DH drempt when he was a teenager about a girl wearing a schol uniform standing against a specifis sort of wall.

He now knows it was our daughter on her first day at school.

We couldn't decide on a school,and he based it on the uniform he saw on his dream!

Weird but true.

He had when he had the dream never been to the town we live in!

Oh yes the wall is our garden wall

I have some - will be back later.

I had one of those morning dreams where it's daylight but you're in deep sleep...I dreamed my then 2 year old niece had fallen down a deep hole...we were ina rocky, desolate landscape and our extended family were all having a picnic down the side of this cliff thing miles away..my niece fell down the hole and I stuck my arm in...I was yelling for my family who didn't hear but went on laughing and eating.

I remember the terror as I groped and stretched down this hole and then got her little hand and pulled her up and out.

My Mum woke me up out of the dream to tell me my niece and her brother had both taken a load of iron tablets and were gravely ill in hospital.

my neice had eaten the most and almost died that morning. They both recovered that day.

MrsW wow!

Some of these new ones are so weird but also amazing. I love reading them on my way to bed. Come on Lottie post yours...

My late Mum used to have premonition dreams.
They seemed to go in phases and she'd have a period of having a few and then nothing for years. One time she seemed to have a lot and my brothers and I used to say "Night Mum, don't dream about me".

The ones I can remember are:

She dreamed my Dad and his friend (they worked together) were going to deliver a repaired washing machine to a customer, in friend's van. My Mum had a terrible dream that the van crashed while they were out doing the delivery and told my Dad's friend to check his van. He laughed it off as my Mum was a real worrier. She had to beg him in the end to humour her and check the van. When he did, one of the tyres was really loose.

One dream was about the neighbour at the top of our cul-de-sac. In the dream she opened her bedroom curtains one morning to see a hearse putting a coffin inside outside this neighbours house. When she woke up the next day and opened her curtains, that is exactly what she saw as the guy in that house had died.

As a teen she dreamed her uncle walked into the kitchen of their house, took off his jacket and hung it over the back of the kitchen chair and then out of the blue punched her father. The dream came true right down to uncle putting his jacket over the chair.

She dreamed there was a fire in Blackpool Tower. Later the same week there was a fire there.

She used to sense atmospheres in places too. One day we'd gone for a picnic in a local beauty spot that we'd not been to before. There was a lovely bridge there and we had our picnic by it. She said she was overcome by the most desperate feeling of sadness and loss. We later found out that while the bridge was being constructed there was a dreadful accident and nearly all the workers on it were killed.

When my brother was at uni he rented a room in an old mill. The first time we went to visit him my parents and I slept in the landlady's spare room. Mum said she woke up in the night in tears, feeling sad and with a sense of 'heaviness'. My brother told her that the landlady's little girl had died in that room after suffering with cancer, when she was about 9.

I have never dreamt anything useful. Usually it will be a convocation and people will be arranged the same as they were in my dream, or layouts of places. I recognised DHs dads garage the first time I saw it.

I had another dream about trying to get out of a loo but couldn't because darts were being thrown at the door from outside. 

One New Year's Eve I was at a pub and the ladies toilets were right next to a dart board. By the end of the night we were having to crawl in and out as the drunker everyone was getting the worse their aim was.

I do wonder wether we are all on a set course, or our lives are on some sort of loop.

I've experienced sleep paralysis before. Fucking terrifying. Woke up with my arms pinned down above my head, unable to move. Eventually I managed to properly wake up and found myself sitting up...growling. Honestly.

Sat there for about three minutes sweating profusely and unable to work out what had happened. Only realised what it was after reading previous woo threads on here.

My favourite mumsnet ghost story is the poster who went to view a house with her family when she was younger. I forget the details but the estate agent refused to accompany them into the property. Her dad went upstairs to see the ghost of the previous owner hanging from a doorframe.

I am loving this thread!! Sadly though, I have nothing of my own to add.

4 years ago my dp and I moved into our house. We were shit poor lol so only had the bare essentials. For the first few weeks we slept on a mattress on the floor downstairs. I woke up one morning and there was a man with long dark hair leaning over my dp smelling him! I crapped myself and pulled the covers over my head. About 10/15 minutes later I looked and he was gone so I put it down to me still being sleepy. I didn't tell my dp as he is very non woo and doesn't believe in anything like that. But a few days later he came downstairs laughing saying he must be tired because he'd just seen a bloke in a stripy jumper with dark hair at the bottom of the stairs!! I was :O and now the freakiest bit..... I have recently become friends with a woman who knew the previous owners of our house. I've never told her my woo story and she was describing the bloke who used to live here and said he had long dark hair!!!! Scared me silly!! She said he died in hospital a few years ago. How scary is that!!

I've had just one premonition dream and it was horrible. I was 20 and dreamt that I'd gave birth to a tiny premature baby no bigger than my hand, the baby had died. A month or so later I found out I was pregnant. All th way through m pregnancy I had dreams I had a premature baby who died in hospital & the hospital tried to take my baby away. I only told my mum about the dreams because I didn't want to upset my partner and I thought it was just pregnancy worries. But then at my 20 week scan I found out my son was dying inside me. 4 weeks later and I gave birth to him in hospital an he died two hours later.

Oh and another dream I've had, after a miscarriage I dreamt I was in large room in a chair infront of a big window. There was a little toddler boy on the floor and I had a newborn baby in my arms. We were all very happy & content an I woke up feeling so happy. I like to think it was my babies in another world an I got to spend a bit of time with them :)

Oh, Shazam, I'm so sorry for your loss.

Anyone ever wish they had more experience of the paranormal? Or am I weird?

My mum died in the house we grew up in. Very traumatic circumstances, and throughout my life I kind of wish I could have some sign that she's still nearby.

I do Stealth, more to make contact with loved ones and know that they are okay. Wouldn't necessarily want to open myself up to being visited by random lost souls though - it must be quite bewildering on both sides.

shazam

Shazam After a big success in my career (huge) I dreamed that night that a crowd of women came to my Mum's front door...where she still lives and where I grew up.

They were feet deep and I could only see the ones at the front...there were others further back who I couldn't see well....and I remember they were all sort of sepia looking and the ones I could see in the front were dressed in a 1940s style. I recognised one as my Nan's sister Nancy and another as her other sister Sylvia. They were smiling and nodding at me....they wore hats and coats...sort of dressed up and they had two prams with them, old fashioned ones... and in each was a baby.

I like to think they came to congratulate me and to show me they were looking after the babies I lost. x

I have one about readings.

I have never had one as they scare me wuss but my sis has had a couple.

We were talking one night how one reading, aged 18 had seen her in London - we lived 200miles away at that point and she had never been to London but now lives there.
She was told about a tall man - we laughed as we are short so all men are tall but since that conversation she is very happy with someone who is indeed very tall.
However, we were having the conversation not long before her 40th and the reading saw 3 children; 2 blond and one 'artistic' - my sis doesn't want children and her age would mean 3 are unlikely and she mused it was the only point that was wrong...

However, a few months later the penny dropped....

My sis has 3 children close to her - our cousins two who are blond and my one who is autistic... A word that was not really spoken 20+ years ago.

My blood runs cold a little - haven't told my sister the connection yet...

Not my eerie story, but I unwisely read this one right before bed last night.

Thought I would add mine before I forgot.

Two weeks ago, was putting DS to bed. He has a shelf with his teddy bears on and he chosses one every night to go in his bed.

One of these teddies, is a 'Lady' from lady and the tramp, he chose this teddy and got into bed, before I started with his story he held the teddy up and said "the lady give this to me mummy".

He has had it since before he was born, it belonged to my grandma, we used to watch that film when she babysat me when I was little, it was her favourite film, I bought it for her when she was in hospital when she was older and when she developed dementia she took it everywhere with her.

My mum gave it to me my grandma died, just over a year before DS was born.

I have a couple more but I am in a bit of a hurry, I'll post them later.

my parents moved to their first house. Banging happened in the loft, back bedroom light turned on, my mum was in the bath and thought my dad had arrived home from a late meeting; footsteps came up stairs no one came through bathroom door. It was not my dad or anyone.
Cheque books went missing.
They didn't think anymore of it, until, they moved, and the next owners said did they notice anything strange about the house as there was banging in the loft when they were in bed and her dh was so scared he put suitcases up at the door.
After those people moved. It was rumoured the the next people got a priest in.

things I have experienced.
someone sitting on the bed actual dent where someone would sit and a presence
someone behind me on the stairs in my last house. Then a separate time felt I had bumped into dh on landing but in fact he was not behind me
felt watched in my daughters room each time I fed her or was in there

Place marking and I'll come back!