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

[Electrascoffee]

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.

DH (then boyfriend) moved 50 miles to be closer to me. He bought a house and got a moving company in to pack and move his stuff. He had a very expensive watch, which never arrived at his new house. He searched all the boxes, and eventually decided it was lost in the move, and claimed on the insurance.

Fast forward two years, we decide to live together, and buy a new house. Move in and live there two years.

Fast forward those two years, we get married and move house again. Chuck out practically everything we own and buy new as we wanted a fresh start.

Another year passes, we get a company in to fit wardrobes etc in our bedroom.

Roughly two years later I’m cleaning the bedroom and open DHs bedside table drawer, only to see the fecking watch, front and centre of the drawer, right on top of his tablets that he took out, and returned to the drawer every single morning.

Omgineedanamechange that is so funny😂

Not sure if I've told this story on here before.

When I was about 15, my Mums Best Friend had terminal cancer. The night she died we had her young daughter staying at our house (I think she was about 7). In the early hours of the morning I work up sensing BF in the room and said she's in my Mum's room, BF. The next day my Mum told me her DD had sat up in the night and shouted "Mum" like she'd just seen her. BF had passed away in the early hours of the morning.

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.

Was the lecturer using it as a memory aid?

These are so interesting

A memory aid? No it had been used some time before. Presumably when Lara was still alive.

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I've loved reading this! Especially yours @missmouse101 :)

Sorry I meant to tag @Millie2013!!

@lovesugarfreejelly63 something similar happprned to me. I woke up from a dream where I was speaking a foreign language. When I woke up I continued to speak and I knew what I was saying, I knew I would forget so I took my phone and wrote it down word for word. I wrote a few sentences. Later in the day I remembered my weird dream so o went back to my notes and read it. I had no idea whAt it said. I went on google and typed it in and it was some random language and the sentence said "do it before it's too late." Really weird. I can't remember the rest or what language it was

I was standing in the kitchen one evening with my mum when I was 8. Suddenly, we heard 3 ridiculously loud bangs on the side of the house. They were so loud it was like something was going to come through the house. My mum ran into the living room thinking it was my brother's, but they'd not even heard it. For some unknown reason, my mum ran upstairs. I stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting for her and looked across to the front door. Suddenly, I saw a man standing there looking in. The glass was frosted, so he was completely blurry, yet I could see his blue eyes. My legs collapsed under me and I called out, "mum, there's a face". It was later that my mum explained why she'd run up stairs. She'd had a dream the previous night about my step dad's long deceased father floating up the side of the house (outside) to one of the upstairs windows after he'd banged loudly on the house. Apparently he had blue eyes. It still gives me chills.

This isn't woo at all but a few years back I had a postpartum psychosis ( or so they tell me) and that was weird

Also reading an almost exact same story in the papers about another woman a few years later was also weird too. Like reading a Parallel story of my experience, very weird feeling

Of the many strange things that have happened to me, one was a ticking sound that seemed to follow me around when I was a teen. I would hear it in any and every room of the house at odd moments. My sister heard it too. It even followed me to the house I moved into with exDP. He heard it as well. It seemed to die off as I got older.

My sister and I had an odd experience together when we had gone out for a walk. I was about five at the time. We used to live in the country and explored the local woods often. We came across a special place we hadn't seen before, which we both experienced differently, but it felt magical and like fairyland. There was something or someone there; again, we both experienced it differently. Neither of us know what happened next, but we seemed to end up in the woods, not knowing where we were, feeling that we were really late home and that our mother would be worried and furious. We wandered until the surroundings looked familiar and went home, only to find that we weren't late at all.....

My Nan died 20 years ago and, ever since, my Mum has worn an eternity ring of hers on her little finger.She can't take it off as it's too tight. Went to visit Mum a few weeks ago and she got up to make a cuppa. I went to the loo while she put the kettle on and when I walked back into the living room, the eternity ring was sitting on top of a cushion on the settee. There's no way it could have come off on it's own as it was so small my Mum actually struggled to get it back on her finger again.
Also at my Mum's house.....she has a mirror hanging above the fireplace. It's been there for 11 years. One day she noticed a gold coloured sticky substance running down the middle of the mirror glass. It was just like golden syrup. It had also run down either side of the fireplace onto the hearth, although there was none at all on the mantelpiece ,or on the wall above, behind or below where the mirror hung. Nor was there anything on the ceiling above the mirror.

Mine is similar to the earrings story. In my early twenties I had a boyfriend whose dad has built a house and worked abroad do he let us stay there. The house was full of his stuff and one day we decided to go into the attic and explore. Found loads of dodgy magazines and being lazy youngsters we left the loft hatch open and the stepladder on the landing. Found the stepladder tidied away and hatch closed later that day. To this day I can't explain it and it freaked us out.

Same house- we needed something from the garage. When we tried to lock the garage up we couldn't find the key- we had dropped it on the gravel drive and searched everywhere but in the end had to leave the garage unlocked. A day or two later the key appeared on the kitchen worktop and the garage had been locked. I can still remember the shock of seeing the key. It's possible à kindly neighbour found the key and locked the garage and returned the key BUT the back door to the kitchen was locked and no one ever mentioned it. The garage was also at the back of the house so it was unlikely to have been someone passing by. It still puzzles me to this day.

Just thought of another one. A young woman came to work with me as a temp and everyone assumed she was my younger sister- we had similar build, colouring etc but everyone would remark on how similar we were. It became a running joke as she was younger, slimmer and prettier than me with a Kiwi accent while I was from the NE and our paths had never crossed before. One day I needed to use her computer and she gave me her password- it was identical to mine, and it was a very specific combination of letters and numbers. Absolutely a coincidence but very strange!

Every few months I get a craving for Mac and cheese. I make it, taste it and then realise...... I don't actually like mac and cheese.

This also happens with pulled pork.

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The story about Laura's name card. Surely not woo? If her name was in a bunch from a previous session why would it not be possible that it was first out?

Lara. Sorry.

My dad died when I was 10 and I was the unfortunate one who found him following his suicide.
For months I wouldn't sleep upstairs because I was too scared to go up there. Lights used to turn off and on randomly, a radiator literally blew up and leaked everywhere, things went missing, pictures that had been up for years just fell off the walls before our eyes. The heating would get set to really high temperatures. Plates just randomly smashing on the draining board while we were all sat in the living room.
One day, when I think my mum was on the verge of cracking - she stood in the middle of the living room pointing at the ceiling and shouted "I know what you're trying to do!! Stop it now". And it literally stopped. Everything stopped that day.
Just for info, my dad wasn't a nice guy.

Does anybody remember the Mumsnet story about two nurses working a nightshift in a hospital and then going down to the basement to the vending machine, the lift doors opening and a WWII burns ward being there? And WWII nurse who gave them a piercing glare. I can’t find it.

My own story involves London Victoria station. I was staying at the Holiday Inn by the station with a friend, as a teenager to do some sightseeing.

We popped to the M&S food hall around 9pm to get some supper. It was really quiet and the station had a weird atmosphere. A huge man (8 foot?!) tall walked past us dressed in Victorian (steampunk?) clothing. He had a tiny shrunken head. He really wasn’t of this world.

My friend and I looked at each other and scuttled back to the hotel! I posted this story a couple of years ago and another MN poster also reported seeing this giant man in Victorian clothing around the SW1 area.

My DF died suddenly aged 54. I got up the following morning to find one beautiful big red poppy had appeared overnight in the garden. That same plant had never flowered before in all the ten years we'd lived there.
At the same time my GM was on holiday in Spain. On her return it came to light she'd been visiting a cathedral at the same time my DF had passed. She said she'd just had an urge to go in and light a candle. It was the cathedral of St Michael, which was my dad's name.

When ds was three, he told me he’d been upstairs talking to my sister, and he said ‘you know, the dead one’. My sister died two years before he was born, and he knew nothing about her.