What's the strangest thing that's ever happened to you?

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Which even today, you can't explain?

When I was at college a girl called Lara died in a car accident

We were all called into a meeting about it. Then our lecturer who was holding a pile of wipe clean laminated cards for us to write on turned over the first card to see 'Lara' written there.

My mum and Dad both swear they saw my great Nan sitting in her favourite cafe as they passed it just after she died. My dad says he turned to my mum but she was staring at the same spot, I was a toddler at the time so they strapped me in my buggy,turned and she was gone.

The night my dd died I was in bed sleeping. I heard her come up the stairs and she came and sat on my bed. I felt the weight of her sitting on it. I was pregnant and she said I know what your having.
I got up to see what she was doing. I looked all over the house and couldn't find her. In the morning I told DH she was in the house during the night.
I foned and texted her. I decided to go to her flat.

When the police came to the door I knew something bad had happened to her.
I actually told the police she had been here the night before. It wasn't until they checked CCTV they told me it wasn't possible.
I'll never understand what happened it felt so REAL.

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Aww, I love that story @SheisMammyof2.🌸

Story told to me by my mum, apparently my grandad, who died when I was 5 35 years ago, was stationed in India during the war. The story says his mum (who was dead) appeared to
Him one night and told him to get out of where he was sleeping. Once he was out, the place then got bombed.

I like to think it did actually happen.

I was just a little'un when I had my first strange encounter.

My parent's had moved houses a few years before I was born because my DM had felt a constant menacing presence and a feeling of being watched every time she was alone in their first house. She never had any encounters in the new house, a property that had been vacant for the past 20 years, until I was born.

At 2 years old I'd be happily playing in the living room, suddenly stop, look to the wall and say "He's here again mummy". I wasn't frightened but would just watch something move across the room and through another wall and say "It's okay, he's gone now". I would also frequently get up in the night and complain that 'he' was sitting on my bed again. Freaked DM out to no end. She immediately wanted to move but my DDad, being completely non-woo and logical, said that as I wasn't scared of whatever he was (more frustrated with him) and DM couldn't see anything there was nothing to worry about.

When DM asked me what 'he' was, I kept calling him a wolf and explained that he just wanted stay close to me. I didn't mind him being around but got frustrated that he sat on my feet in bed.

DM started doing some digging and was speaking to one of the few neighbours that remembered the previous owners. Apparently they'd had an Irish Wolfhound that had doted on their young disabled son. He would follow him constantly and protect him. The dog had died in the house and the family had then moved away to be closer to a school for their son.

DM is convinced that 'Wolfy' was looking after me as he had done for the little boy.

Mine’s not Woo, more bizarre and lovely, but quite outing as I’ve told a few people, so fuck off daily mail, etc 😂

I’d been thinking about a book I had and loved when I was younger (30 years ago) that we’d read as a class in junior school. I was vaguely thinking about picking up a copy, as DD had recently got into this author and I’d recently suffered a significant bereavement and think I was seeking out anything vaguely comforting from my childhood.

We’d been swimming one Saturday and afterwards, we ventured into a charity shop, with a book shop upstairs. I found the book I’d been looking for with the same cover as my childhood version for £1.50 and was thrilled. I stashed it on DD’s bookshelf for her to read when she was ready

A few weeks ago, DD had been reading the book with my mum, who commented on the fact I’d kept it all these years. I said “no, I bought it from a charity shop recently” and showed her the price label. Mum said “but it’s your book” and opened it to reveal my name, written in my 9yo handwriting. I grew up approx 100 miles from the charity shop I found the book in and I still can’t get my head around it!

That's lovely Millie!

@Millie2013 that's incredible!

This probably was explainable at the time but freaked me out for ages. I was about 8 and used to read in my room at bed time, I found it difficult to sleep. One night I read the story of Grace Darling in one of the books I had borrowed from school. It was a book with a collection of stories in.

The next day I recounted the story in detail to my parents, the story must have interested me. I went to get the book to show my parents the pictures only this story wasn't in the book. I was a bit weirded out and searched for ages in different books all round my room but never found the story. I can still see the illustrations of her in a boat with a lantern and a lighthouse in my head.

Nobody ever believes me on this story but I can remember it clear as day, it sounds so daft but it was definetly real and not my imagination!
I was about 7 and late at night I was looking out my bedroom window , everyone was in bed. I had a purple fairy wand and I wanna I led it up and pointed it out of the window and just like that it was morning and bright. I don’t know how this happened and still to this day remember it so clearly. Really weird

So did it stay like that? (Morning) and did everyone get up like time had moved forward?

The thing is that we are all brought up to believe that magic isn't really but the reality is that wands and wizards cloaks and all those stereotypical paraphernalia about magic do and did exist in the real sense. Sorcery is a real thing and even magic words like abracadabra have real esoteric meaning.

So, I believe that this really did happen to you.

Yes it really was morning ad I was extremely tired because I had literally not slept and I remember my dad getting up for work . Wish these things could be explained . I have a few other experiences too but this is the one that has really babbled me for years.
If a seven year old told me that happened to them I wouldn’t beleive them but when it happens to you its unexplainable

At work I was talking to a colleague while I waited for a visitor who had gone to the loo. I was in the narrow corridor, leaning on the jamb of her office door. I saw someone going into the room we were going to use and commented that it was odd that I hadn't noticed him pass in the tight corridor. She said that she hadn't noticed either and I left to deal with the visitor. The room was completely empty. End of the corridor, small window overlooking rooftops. Just then my visitor came back from the loo.

People who used that office always felt that someone was in the doorway and would look up to greet them, to find nothing.

That was a building full of tales and ghosts. I heard a fair few from surprised police officers, some very senior, as it housed a national police agency.

I had a dream that me, dh (boyfriend at the time) and a couple of his housemates were sat in the living room of his student house. Dh said he was going out for a cigarette and I reminded him that he didn't smoke. In the dream I asked when he was going to be back, that he couldn't go. He replied that he didn't know when he would be back. I was trying to hold his hand and stop him going out the door. The next day I found out he took an overdose during the night. Very nearly died.

It was such an odd dream. I have never mentioned it to anyone as it seems so weird.

I tell myself I don't believe but 3 things have happened to me that make me think/I can't explain.

1. I used to work in a residential school for children with severe learning disabilities. There was one bedroom that was always colder than the rest of the house. The girl who lived there used to get distraught and cry fairly regularly saying "the little boy. The little boy died" Fast forward a couple of years and she has moved on to a different place and a new girl moves into the same room. (They never met one another nor would that have had the ability/inclination to talk about anything to one another if they had). The second girl was running through the house laughing (just me and her there) and I said to "what you up to?" Her reply was "He's chasing me, the little boy" and continued.

2. On 3 separate occasions in my house I have had small droplets of water fall on my forearms. Twice in the living room and once in the kitchen (but no taps on etc). Felt the water land on me clear as day and then able to actually see the water on my arm.

3. My grandad died last year. He spent his entire working life felling trees for the forestry. There was also always a running joke that if you took him anywhere he would always, without fail comment on the choice of route and say he would have gone a different way.
   We scattered his ashes and planted a tree with them on some land on a local estate (needed 4x4s to get to the area even in the tracks. On the way back down after doing this we found a red oak tree (the same type as we just planted for him, but obviously fully grown) fallen down across the road, forcing us all the take a different route. The tree was perfectly solid just an hour before.

(I appreciate that number 3 might be me just wanting it to be supernatural but I cannot explain the other 2 at all.)

millie2013 something similar happened to me. When I was about 7 or 8 my mum bought me an old Bunty annual from a jumble sale. I was obsessed with it and read it constantly. It had been owned before (it was over 20 years old) and the girl who had it before me had written her name in it and filled in the quizzes with very distinctive handwriting and answers. It also had a missing page that had been ripped out so I never knew how one of the stories ended.

It suddenly disappeared when I was about 12. I looked for it everywhere and asked my parents repeatedly if they’d seen it or put it somewhere or given it away but they hadn’t. If ever a box came down from the loft I checked it for that book and I used to poke around my mums cupboard and drawers looking for it. No luck.

When I was 16 we moved 200 miles away. I was on study leave so did nearly all the packing while my parents were at work over a few weeks. I never saw the book. I then helped to unpack everything at the new house.

10 years later when I was about 36 I was killing time in town and went into a second hand book shop. I was so excited to find a copy of the annual that I used to love and bought it. When I got it home I discovered that it was the same copy that I’d owned as a child as the same page was torn out and the handwriting, answers and name was the same. Logic says that somehow my mum found it in a box I’d never looked through and donated it to a charity shop where it was picked up by the bookseller. But how did I never find it in all the years I looked and searched through everywhere in the house? How did it make it to the new house when I did all the packing and unpacking? And how did nobody buy it for 10 years after that?

When I was about 9 we were off on a family day out. I used to mess around with not wearing my seatbelt and as we got into the car I had a voice in my head as loud as anything say Saffy put your seatbelt on. I was so freaked out I sat still and quite and 20mins later my dad drove straight into the back of another car!

Another one was I was about 13/14 and staring at a poster on my wall of Kurt Cobain. I was a little.bit down at the time and I said out loud if you are watching or with me or something Iike that then show me, and the bloody poster fell straight off the wall!

I'm quite a woo person and see a healer/psychic monthly. To be honest I'm not100% down with the psychic stuff but I believe in being able to read people.. like you get a feeling about a person and my feelings have never been wrong about anyone. I did see a great psychic 8 years ago who gave me goosebumps

Sunflowers the water thing has happened to me normally when i go through the doorframe. I can't explain it as its happened in other peoples house or i've seen a drip from the ceiling but no water on me just the feeling.

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These charity shop book stories are incredible, aren’t they? It’s like they’re meant to come home ❤️

When my daughter was around 3 I was pregnant, started bleeding and suspected I was going to miscarry. I got up in the night to go to the loo and unfortunately I had. I heard a noise from my daughters room and she was sat on the floor, dressed up in her angels dressing up outfit complete with wings and halo. She had never done anything like that before and always slept through the night. She also didn't know anything was wrong as I'd kept it hidden from her.

We have a very special relationship.

Ive told this story here before, but here goes...

When I was a child, we lived in Singapore. My dad was killed there and my mum, sister and I came back to the UK. My mum remarried a few years later, so when I announced I was getting married, she gave me her original wedding ring.
It was so beautifully engraved, a true one off, but it was too small.
I took it into a small, back street jewellers in the north east town I was living un at the time and aslked the jeweller if he could make the adjustment.
It took him about five minutes of careful examination, and just as I feared the worst, he said 'Singapore, 1960...... navy chap?'
He had actually made the ring for my dad, twenty years earlier.

He resized it for free 😁