Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

blinding

Mountainsandh wrote: »

dubstarr wrote: »

I had a dream a few weeks back,that i was pushing a baby in a pram.With me was my mam and uncle[both deceased].Really weird dream.

Anyway a few days later i find out my son and his girlfriend are expecting a baby.

That reminded me of the night I got pregnant with my first born. We had made the big decision to try for a baby, so being pregnant was something I was hoping would happen.

Anyway, I woke up after the most horrific nightmare that morning, I am fairly prone to nightmares, but this one was just the most godawful ever in my life : particularly graphic, with blood everywhere , severed parts, Mr M dead in it in a blood churning accident.
I was shook, crying, breathless, traumatized, but somehow I knew straightaway that I was pregnant.

Waiting for the time to take the test was torture, but I was right !

I'm a bit reluctant to dig into the significance of Mr M dying in it

I don't remember having another dream for the second pregnancy.

Well . Was Damien the Baby ?

blinding

Mountainsandh wrote: »

dubstarr wrote: »

I had a dream a few weeks back,that i was pushing a baby in a pram.With me was my mam and uncle[both deceased].Really weird dream.

Anyway a few days later i find out my son and his girlfriend are expecting a baby.

That reminded me of the night I got pregnant with my first born. We had made the big decision to try for a baby, so being pregnant was something I was hoping would happen.

Anyway, I woke up after the most horrific nightmare that morning, I am fairly prone to nightmares, but this one was just the most godawful ever in my life : particularly graphic, with blood everywhere , severed parts, Mr M dead in it in a blood churning accident.
I was shook, crying, breathless, traumatized, but somehow I knew straightaway that I was pregnant.

Waiting for the time to take the test was torture, but I was right !

I'm a bit reluctant to dig into the significance of Mr M dying in it

I don't remember having another dream for the second pregnancy.

Well . Was Damien the Baby ?

sbsquarepants

Mountainsandh wrote: »

That reminded me of the night I got pregnant with my first born.

I'd be more interested in how you'd know which night you got pregnant!

StupidLikeAFox

sbsquarepants wrote: »

I'd be more interested in how you'd know which night you got pregnant!

Well I know my parents only had sex once and hated every second of it so maybe she is the same.

blinding

StupidLikeAFox wrote: »

sbsquarepants wrote: »

I'd be more interested in how you'd know which night you got pregnant!

Well I know my parents only had sex once and hated every second of it so maybe she is the same.

And so many of the rest of us were immaculate conceptions .

sbsquarepants

StupidLikeAFox wrote: »

Well I know my parents only had sex once and hated every second of it so maybe she is the same.

Come off it would you - they couldn't possibly have hated all 22 of them!;)

valoren

Some strange things happening lately in our house over the past few weeks.

My sister in law recently turned 40 and we happened to have a large helium balloon in our living room after we had a small party in our house. We were watching TV and it was in the corner of the room. I happened to look over at one point and noticed that it was gone. We got up to check the kitchen but it wasn't there. We went upstairs and the balloon was stuck at our bedroom door which was slightly ajar. It seemingly managed to leave one room, go through another, go up the stairs and go across the landing. Weird but not unsettling.

Tuesday afternoon, my wife put a slice of bread in the toaster for our 16 month old daughters lunch. She heard it finish but when she went to get the toast after letting it cool down, it was gone. She looked everywhere but couldn't find it. For all intents and purposes it disappeared into thin air. She then turned on the grill and toasted one side of the bread instead. I came home that evening and we decided to have fajitas. However, the pack we'd bought last Sunday was nowhere to be found. Like the toast, it had disappeared. She phoned home as usual and explained to her mother what had happened, how unnerving it all was. When she mentioned the toast under the grill her mother said that my wife's gran (who died in 1999) had always put toast under the grill. She never liked to have both sides toasted. It started to unsettle my wife.

A friend of her's is a reflexologist and having an interest in crystals and spiritualism recommended she go to a local shop which sold crystals and healing stones etc. The owner asked her to draw a sketch of the floor plan in our house. Using a crystal on a string he said it was sensing a negative energy in our bedroom, the same one the balloon was looking to get into. He said that a positive energy was present in one room. It was our daughters room and that this energy was protecting this room. He gave my wife some sage to burn in each room and for her to ask the energy to leave. Now I don't subscribe to any of that but my wife was getting freaked out by it. We did what was recommended. He also gave her a stone to throw into a river.

One of the houses in the estate, three doors up from us has been for sale. It was unoccupied for a year. Over the past few weeks, an elderly man rang our doorbell and was looking for help. He didn't give a name but said he needed help with the heating and if my wife could take a look. It was always during the day, while I was at work. He said his brother owned the house and he was looking after it as he was away. All vague background details. My wife helped him with the heating (he didn't know how to use the timing pad). A week later he called again, this time looking for a yard brush, and again my wife assisted. Last week, he rang our doorbell again and was now looking for a specific type of Allen key for the fuse box. Again, he was helped. He was a quiet man she said, polite, thankful but wasn't one for the chat so to speak. Now having experienced the weirdness of the past few days, I jokingly said that this man might actually be a ghost. My wife went white and my saying this completely freaked her out now. She had thought the same but was embarrassed to say it as she knows I don't believe in such things.

This morning when getting our daughter up at 7am, she, now having started to say little sentences of her own every day said "Hello..Boy.." three times. She waved, to no one in particular once. It's all getting stranger and stranger now. More to follow as it happens.

Chev_Chelios

I don't have a story to add at the moment but I saw this on reddit. A user has made a post with a large collection of links to paranormal and creepy askreddit threads. Here it is, spooky reading everyone.
https://www.reddit.com/r/Paranormal/comments/3ep2f1/my_huge_collection_of_paranormalthemed_askreddit/

_Whimsical_

A few months ago I had been in bed sick but a knock came to the door and I had to get up and answer it. I had to bring the person in and sit and chat for a while.

I was sitting on the couch and so was she. As we were chatting I was vaguely aware of a slight burning smell. Then a very thin waft of smoke caught my eye. It made no sense though, neither of us smoke, nothing could be on fire, I thought I was seeing things. When I looked down over the edge of the sofa at the floor a small piece of it was illuminated, and a piece in the centre the size of a euro, was smoking and a tiny flame was starting,seemingly from absolutely nothing. It was around 2 inches from the couch. I was completely perplexed, I stamped on it but after a min the smoke started to rise from it again. It was not unlike what you'd expect if you were to be smited by the Lord or something strangely biblical. It's not everyday you see fire start from seemingly nowhere and start again after being stamped out.

Turned out however that what was happening was that I had left a mirror out across the room and the sunlight hitting it had reflected off the wooden floor and it had started burning. It just 2 inches from the couch. If no one had called that day I expect the couch would've gone up in smoke and my house and myself in my bed with it.

Not so much a creepy tale as there was an explanation but in those few mins before we realised what was happening it certainly felt eerie as did the realisation that I'd been very lucky that someone had called when they did.

_Whimsical_

Well now I am creeped out!
We moved the couch around to cover the hole from the burn mark from the fire.

I just sAt down to watch Neighbours on the couch and a small waft of smoke caught my eye, it's just after happening again!!
This time it was the sun bouncing off a mirror on someone's bag. No flame this time and only a tiny scorch mark as I saw it quickly.
Anyone got the loan of a vat of Holy water?

_Whimsical_ wrote: »

A few months ago I had been in bed sick but a knock came to the door and I had to get up and answer it. I had to bring the person in and sit and chat for a while.

I was sitting on the couch and so was she. As we were chatting I was vaguely aware of a slight burning smell. Then a very thin waft of smoke caught my eye. It made no sense though, neither of us smoke, nothing could be on fire, I thought I was seeing things. When I looked down over the edge of the sofa at the floor a small piece of it was illuminated, and a piece in the centre the size of a euro, was smoking and a tiny flame was starting,seemingly from absolutely nothing. It was around 2 inches from the couch. I was completely perplexed, I stamped on it but after a min the smoke started to rise from it again. It was not unlike what you'd expect if you were to be smited by the Lord or something strangely biblical. It's not everyday you see fire start from seemingly nowhere and start again after being stamped out.

Turned out however that what was happening was that I had left a mirror out across the room and the sunlight hitting it had reflected off the wooden floor and it had started burning. It just 2 inches from the couch. If no one had called that day I expect the couch would've gone up in smoke and my house and myself in my bed with it.

Not so much a creepy tale as there was an explanation but in those few mins before we realised what was happening it certainly felt eerie as did the realisation that I'd been very lucky that someone had called when they did.

Stigura

F**K Mirrors! :eek:

Poor Uncle Tom

_Whimsical_ wrote: »

Well now I am creeped out!
We moved the couch around to cover the hole from the burn mark from the fire.

I just sAt down to watch Neighbours on the couch and a small waft of smoke caught my eye, it's just after happening again!!
This time it was the sun bouncing off a mirror on someone's bag. No flame this time and only a tiny scorch mark as I saw it quickly.
Anyone got the loan of a vat of Holy water?

Yeah!....., No, I'm calling this one a hoax.........

The notion someone could witness the sun, not once but twice in this country.......:rolleyes:

blinding

_Whimsical_ wrote: »

Well now I am creeped out!
We moved the couch around to cover the hole from the burn mark from the fire.

I just sAt down to watch Neighbours on the couch and a small waft of smoke caught my eye, it's just after happening again!!
This time it was the sun bouncing off a mirror on someone's bag. No flame this time and only a tiny scorch mark as I saw it quickly.
Anyone got the loan of a vat of Holy water?

_Whimsical_ wrote: »

A few months ago I had been in bed sick but a knock came to the door and I had to get up and answer it. I had to bring the person in and sit and chat for a while.

I was sitting on the couch and so was she. As we were chatting I was vaguely aware of a slight burning smell. Then a very thin waft of smoke caught my eye. It made no sense though, neither of us smoke, nothing could be on fire, I thought I was seeing things. When I looked down over the edge of the sofa at the floor a small piece of it was illuminated, and a piece in the centre the size of a euro, was smoking and a tiny flame was starting,seemingly from absolutely nothing. It was around 2 inches from the couch. I was completely perplexed, I stamped on it but after a min the smoke started to rise from it again. It was not unlike what you'd expect if you were to be smited by the Lord or something strangely biblical. It's not everyday you see fire start from seemingly nowhere and start again after being stamped out.

Turned out however that what was happening was that I had left a mirror out across the room and the sunlight hitting it had reflected off the wooden floor and it had started burning. It just 2 inches from the couch. If no one had called that day I expect the couch would've gone up in smoke and my house and myself in my bed with it.

Not so much a creepy tale as there was an explanation but in those few mins before we realised what was happening it certainly felt eerie as did the realisation that I'd been very lucky that someone had called when they did.

Is that the Lucifer glass you have there ? It won’t burn a hole in your pocket but it gets on with your house like a house on fire .

New Home

blinding wrote: »

Is that the Lucifer glass you have there ? It won’t burn a hole in your pocket but it gets on with your house like a house on fire .

I blame MacGyver.

Day Lewin

No scoffing!

One of Mr Lewin's suits got a long scorch mark along the jacket, from hanging in front of the wardrobe on a very sunny day; a little magnifying mirror that lay on the dressing-table before the window was sending a concentrated beam. Ruined the jacket, obviously, and might even have started a fire (only it didn't)

Ever since then, I cover make-up mirrors that lie in front of a south-facing window.

Wanderer2010

One that really stuck out for me lately:

I normally don't dream much and if I do I barely remember them at all.

A few months ago I had a very disturbing dream. Was washing my hands in my bathroom. It was the middle of the night I know that. I have a frosted bathroom window. It was silent and all of a sudden I heard a male voice saying "Alright, muck?". As in, greeting me as if my name was muck. And he said muck in a cruel way as if that's what I was- dirt, muck.

I turned around and made out a face peering in the frosted window and it smiled as I caught its eye- a cold and taunting smile. I woke up sweating then, my arms crawling with Goosebumps as I flitted between dream and reality and the feeling shook me right up. Still remember it clearly now. I tried looking up what "face in window dream" means but no luck.

Mam of 4

Wanderer2010 wrote: »

One that really stuck out for me lately:

I normally don't dream much and if I do I barely remember them at all.

A few months ago I had a very disturbing dream. Was washing my hands in my bathroom. It was the middle of the night I know that. I have a frosted bathroom window. It was silent and all of a sudden I heard a male voice saying "Alright, muck?". As in, greeting me as if my name was muck. And he said muck in a cruel way as if that's what I was- dirt, muck.

I turned around and made out a face peering in the frosted window and it smiled as I caught its eye- a cold and taunting smile. I woke up sweating then, my arms crawling with Goosebumps as I flitted between dream and reality and the feeling shook me right up. Still remember it clearly now. I tried looking up what "face in window dream" means but no luck.

Please tell me you posted this somewhere else over the last few days ?

If you didn't , then I'm having a weird de ja vu moment..

Wanderer2010

Mam of 4 wrote: »

Please tell me you posted this somewhere else over the last few days ?

If you didn't , then I'm having a weird de ja vu moment..

Yes! I thought it was worth mentioning on the human mind thread. :eek:

Mam of 4

Wanderer2010 wrote: »

Yes! I thought it was worth mentioning on the human mind thread. :eek:

Ah , that's where it was , thought I was becoming psychic for a moment

decky1

in my early teens[mid 70's] i worked on some houses in a small village as we were there for a while we got to know the locals mainly the woman who lived at the back of the houses we were working on she would bring out tea etc very kind woman maybe in her early 30's as i was a teenager i would'nt have given much thought to her age , so on to mid 90's when a friend of mine was going out with a girl and asked me to do some work in her house in the same estate as i had worked on in the 70's , so when i got there did the work and got chatting to her parents who had lived on the estate since it was built 70's , i told them this woman's name and asked if she still lived there[maybe 6 houses away on the oppisite side] --they had never heard of anyone by that name on speaking to them i got the impression that they did'nt want to speak anymore on the subject.It was the weirdest feeling i ever had , never did find out what happened to her.

decky1

maybe this is not on the same subject, when i was in secondary school there were these 2 girls that always hung around together ,i knew their names but just to say hello to anyway an old man i know has some home help and the usual girl went on holidays so another girl came to replace her, as soon as i saw her i knew it was one of these 2 girls so we had a quick chat and i said to her do you ever see mary that you used to pal around with in school [i hav'nt see these girl's since we left school] eh no she said , she used to live near me but we never hung around together, i could see by her face i had said the wrong thing., Must have been a major falling out. it just felt a bit strange that she would say she did'nt know her.

cazzer22

More stories please :-)

seachto7

Wanderer2010 wrote: »

One that really stuck out for me lately:

I normally don't dream much and if I do I barely remember them at all.

A few months ago I had a very disturbing dream. Was washing my hands in my bathroom. It was the middle of the night I know that. I have a frosted bathroom window. It was silent and all of a sudden I heard a male voice saying "Alright, muck?". As in, greeting me as if my name was muck. And he said muck in a cruel way as if that's what I was- dirt, muck.

I turned around and made out a face peering in the frosted window and it smiled as I caught its eye- a cold and taunting smile. I woke up sweating then, my arms crawling with Goosebumps as I flitted between dream and reality and the feeling shook me right up. Still remember it clearly now. I tried looking up what "face in window dream" means but no luck.

Sleep paralysis sounds like ?

AttentionBebe

seachto7 wrote: »

Sleep paralysis sounds like ?

Sheep analysis.

JCX BXC

seachto7 wrote: »

Sleep paralysis sounds like ?

Groundhog day is it?

storker

Long after he had spent several months in hospital, I was driving my dad somewhere when he started to talk about one of the nurses there. I was concentrating on the traffic and not listening closely until I heard "I could tell she hadn't been dead for long." I got him to backtrack and start again, and he said he had woken up late one night to see a nurse in an old-fashioned uniform, especially the hat which he said was particularly large. She was standing (?) on the curtain rail that went around the bed opposite his, and she was looking down at him. That was all there was to the story, except that when he told one of the nurses about it she informed him that his bed was considered a "lucky bed" and people who had used it made a good recovery. As did he.

On another occasion we were all talking about dreams and ghostly things when he announced that he had awoken one night to see a woman in the bedroom looking down at my mother and smiling. My mother freaked out and forbade him from mentioning anything like that ever again as it gave her the creeps. He couldn't see the problem, since the lady had been smiling...

He was a very unimaginative person when it came to the supernatural and he had no interest or believe in ghosts or the occult, yet he told these stories without any drama or build-up, in much the same way as you might say you met so-and-so in the supermarket the other day.

The Princess Bride

This is a strange one and I feel uncomfortable even writing it.

About a year ago, a client from work told me the following story about her dad.

He was in his bedroom alone the previous night watching TV, when he realised there was a dark figure- like a man wearing all black- standing beside the door.

He started screaming and his 2 adult children ran into the room.
He started pointing at the figure which he could still see, and told them to look at it.
But neither of them could see anything.
He was still seeing it and pointing at it, but they could see nothing.
He was very distressed and slowly, thankfully, the figure disappeared.

He said afterwards that he'd not found it in any way threatening, just scary because he didn't know what it was.

When his daughter told me this story, I asked whether her dad was on any specific medication etc...and I also said that if it was me or one of my family, I'd probably go to my GP for a full check up, just in case.

To be honest, I totally forgot about all that until
last autumn. He was diagnosed with cancer and as I write, he's terminally ill.
Not so sure whether there's any significance to the dark figure and his diagnosis, but it made me uneasy.

368100

This obviously has it's explanation but it was unnerving at the time.

Before my mam died, she developed dementia as a later stage of parkinsons disease.

A lot of times it was nearly funny as she laughed away at cartoon characters she could see running around the floor, one day though I came home and she was alone in the sitting room petrified at the "man with a beard" standing in the corner watching her.

Hard to watch someone go through that but even more so when you see it affect them in that way.

gerrybbadd

368100 wrote: »

This obviously has it's explanation but it was unnerving at the time.

Before my mam died, she developed dementia as a later stage of parkinsons disease.

A lot of times is was nearly funny as she laughed away at cartoon characters she could see running around the floor, one day though I came home and she was alone in the sitting room petrified at the "man with a beard" standing in the corner watching her.

Hard to watch someone go through that but even more so when you see it affect them in that way.

The dementia is scary. I seen my wife's grandmother looking out the window one day at men loading bales of hay onto a horse drawn trailer. It wasn't there.

My own grandmother has it too, and she gets terrified at people coming to her at night. She's constantly looking for her babies too, especially as it gets later in the evening "where are they, why aren't they home?". Of course, her youngest is over 60 by now like!

Mountainsandh

sbsquarepants wrote: »

I'd be more interested in how you'd know which night you got pregnant!

Only seeing this now.
I just told the story of why that night stood out you smart ar$e.


Also, when you have a husband who's away a lot, it's easy to know. I'm not the Virgin Mary like.

The cheek.

Poor Uncle Tom

Mountainsandh wrote: »

Only seeing this now.
I just told the story of why that night stood out you smart ar$e.


Also, when you have a husband who's away a lot, it's easy to know. I'm not the Virgin Mary like.

The cheek.

Don't be too hard on him, the entire concept must be confusing to a sponge....:D

sbsquarepants

Mountainsandh wrote: »

Only seeing this now.
I just told the story of why that night stood out you smart ar$e.


Also, when you have a husband who's away a lot, it's easy to know. I'm not the Virgin Mary like.

The cheek.

Is he away at the moment?

You seem a bit, em, tetchy, shall we say!;)

Anyway, I meant no offence - to my simple sponge brain it seemed an unusual enough scenario, to be able to nail down the very night of conception (pardon the pun) in the absence of some archangel Gabriel style intervention.

AttentionBebe

sbsquarepants wrote: »

Anyway, I meant no offence - to my simple sponge brain it seemed an unusual enough scenario, to be able to nail down the very night of conception (pardon the pun) in the absence of some archangel Gabriel style intervention.

Not really? It's easy to pinpoint when tracking, provided you know a bit about the female cycle. It's actually a pretty short window of time when it can happen.

Mountainsandh

sbsquarepants wrote: »

Is he away at the moment?

You seem a bit, em, tetchy, shall we say!;)

Anyway, I meant no offence - to my simple sponge brain it seemed an unusual enough scenario, to be able to nail down the very night of conception (pardon the pun) in the absence of some archangel Gabriel style intervention.

You'd be surprised how many women are able to pinpoint a date of conception I would say, especially when conception is intentional, without going into TMI.

sbsquarepants

AttentionBebe wrote: »

Not really? It's easy to pinpoint when tracking, provided you know a bit about the female cycle. It's actually a pretty short window of time when it can happen.

I suppose so.

It's just a level of detail that never concerned me. When it comes to conceiving I'm more of a go at it like a rabbit and let the details sort themselves out kind of bloke, maybe the missus paid more attention to days and dates than I did (I doubt it though)

I do know someone who had days marked on a calendar for months in advance - way too clinical for my tastes!

sbsquarepants

gerrybbadd wrote: »

The dementia is scary. I seen my wife's grandmother looking out the window one day at men loading bales of hay onto a horse drawn trailer. It wasn't there.

My own grandmother has it too, and she gets terrified at people coming to her at night. She's constantly looking for her babies too, especially as it gets later in the evening "where are they, why aren't they home?". Of course, her youngest is over 60 by now like!

My own grandmother had it too, she's dead about 15 years or more now - one particular night she asked her son who was visiting to go out and find his younger brother (her youngest - about 45 or so at the time, had been living in London for 25 years) because he was in trouble, he was being chased she said. Turns out he was in trouble and was actually stabbed and killed that night in a row over something or other outside his apartment.

I'm sure it was just a coincidence - but a fairly creepy one nonetheless!

taserfrank

Once a man put his finger somewhere in me that he should't have.

andreoilin

Used to work night shifts in a nursing home. One particular night I was working with a girl whose nephew had been in hospital for a long time and they weren't expecting him to survive the next few days. One of our residents who usually sleeps through the night rang her call bell. When we answered it she said that there was 'a little boy under her bed'. The girl got news a little while later that her nephew had passed away.

Kimbot

taserfrank wrote: »

Once a man put his finger somewhere in me that he should't have.

Your belly button?

andreoilin

Not sure if I just had an overactive imagination as a child but this genuinely still freaks me out to this day. So when I was in primary school my Mam made me corned beef sandwiches for lunch, which I hated, but she used to give out if I didn't eat my lunch so I had this plan that I'd bring them home and hide them, and then throw them out when she wasn't in the house. So I hid them in a press in my bedroom and waited for her to leave. Being a very young child I forgot all about them and the next day when I came home from school she had gone into the press to get art stuff for my cousin to play with and found them. But the sandwiches she found were CHEESE sandwiches. Convinced myself that it was God's way of punishing me as I love cheese and would have no excuse :P

Iseedeadpixels

andreoilin wrote: »

Not sure if I just had an overactive imagination as a child but this genuinely still freaks me out to this day. So when I was in primary school my Mam made me corned beef sandwiches for lunch, which I hated, but she used to give out if I didn't eat my lunch so I had this plan that I'd bring them home and hide them, and then throw them out when she wasn't in the house. So I hid them in a press in my bedroom and waited for her to leave. Being a very young child I forgot all about them and the next day when I came home from school she had gone into the press to get art stuff for my cousin to play with and found them. But the sandwiches she found were CHEESE sandwiches. Convinced myself that it was God's way of punishing me as I love cheese and would have no excuse :P

Clever Mammy

Sephiroth_dude

andreoilin wrote: »

that there was 'a little boy under her bed'. The girl got news a little while later that her nephew had passed away.

Made me think of this scene from the sixth sense except its a girl.





Creeped me out at the time.

andreoilin

Iseedeadpixels wrote: »

Clever Mammy

I've just been hit by a brick train of realisation and betrayal.

Graces7

DARKNESS. Utter total lack of light.

I wrote re what happened by the river once..

When I was new here and still had no electricity, I wanted to resume my long established habit of walking the dog early; very early. I wake around 4 am .. iT was in some years as the stray collie I took in was car chaser and few folk were out then. So I would stride happily across the fields.

(Reminds me of a relevant aside! One day as we were coming in I heard a yelp , then a THUD and could not find the second of my dogs. I had a torch and called and searched etc. There was at that house a crusty old man who used to threaten me and my dogs, and come on the land and do damage so I was scared lest that had happened..

After half an hour of searching and getting more and more scared. wee dog appeared, looking dazed, And she was after the cattle who had somehow got into my lovely garden,,, Apparently she had tackled the intruders and the yelp was her being kicked and the THUD her landing after flying through the air..some dogs have nine lives..)

Anyways, this day here,,..getting to the crossroads was fine. There are three single track tarmac lanes and my grassy drive,
No light from the dark house of course. I had put the candle out..

I stepped forwards, then realised how very very black it was,.... Just black and eyes straining t find anything,

Now I find my way via the various lighthouses and beacons at sea, but was too new for that.. and the cross of the roads is in a slight dip.

So I turned round and trod carefully on... but no grassy driveway, just tarmac and black, black and tarmac .. Panic started nibbling at me... I dared not move..

Stared hard and glimpsed a tiny blur of white; the small signpost for the loop walk by the driveway and I was saved ..

Deep darkness...

There was a second scare a few weeks later! The postbox is on the big gate at my end of the driveway and if I have post to go I leave a white cloth tied to the gate. So, I knew if i did not leave it out then, early and dark, i would forget...

As we neared the gate, my dog and I, she started growling, that growl that means her hackles would be up.
This was not her usual behaviour. She is a great watch and guard dog and has
a ferocious ear splitting bark,

I stopped in my tracks. My own hackles rising!
Heard.. footsteps.. still no barking just the terrible sinister growling...

THEN! Two large shapes emerged from the gloom... No? The cattle were all safe indoors?

And realised with huge relief that it was the pair from up the lane.. a tall Spanish pony with the loveliest tall ears and dark cross and his companion, a tiny black miniature pony who could hide under the pony

They had escaped and seen,, MY DAFFODILS! Comic relief.. Dog knew them but knew they should not be there..

Darkness; hides and distorts reality. A deceiver.. a false guide. but to be respected ..

razorblunt

Graces7 wrote: »

DARKNESS.

Deep darkness...




Darkness; hides and distorts reality. A deceiver.. a false guide. but to be respected ..

Does anyone want to swap seats?

Graces7

I will admit it now, but the total darkness in deep rural outdoors has been the only thing in this life of mine that has rattled me on occasion. Been a couple of moments too when I have been in the bathroom , door open , light off, and one of the cats has pushed the door closed,. Makes us helpless, disempowered. .

Graces7

andreoilin wrote: »

I've just been hit by a brick train of realisation and betrayal.

lol.. Remind me some day to tell you about Popeye, my beloved rabbit ...

Graces7

The cottage was high in the Leitrim hills and had seen much better days. Much.... And strange things would, as happens in old places long empty in deep rural areas, occur..

One night, for example, I heard something in the main room.. I knew that thee had been an intruder as a fine pear I had been saving had morphed into pips and a stalk....

So, carefully, silently, I crept out of bed and tiptoed to the door, threw it open and snapped on the light in one fluid movement. GOTCHA! oh WOW!

There, eating an apple on my table, a large brown criitter with a long furry tail, and terrified eyes was in shock, then fled up the chimney dropping the apple....
A few minutes of google ides it as a pine marten and this was the happy beginning of a long friendship..

But not all events at that remote old cottage were so happy.

I was outside gardening one day and heard a scattering thud from inside the cottage, Checked and all the cats were with me... crept in and there were potatoes scattered at random around the room, far flung as if with force...I had left the bag ion the table near the fireplace...

Little by little then I learned the tragic tale of that house and of the young woman who had used to sit in that spot... disturbed, restlessly wandering the mountain tracks at night..no help from her sick mother or the brother i had already encountered who was mentally handicapped....

Until finally she drank bleach in town and died. Unhappy, and still her presence hovered there....

Nesta99

More funny than creepy but walking home one night as a youngster (after i'd spent the taxi money on that last beer), up a dark unlit road on the edge of town. I was convinced someone was following me at one point as I could hear this cough every so often. Just as I was about to break in to a run for home a couple of cows stuck their heads out over the ditch....ever hear a cow cough? Its uncannily human sounding and would scare the bejaysus out of you at night. I enjoyed the Sunday roast next day!!

misstearheus

Was queueing in Lidl on Tuesday and had been using Google Apps earlier and had a couple of things open on my Phone. Went to check if someone had messaged me back, realized stuff was open on my Phone, xed them all immediately didn't want to accidentally hit off the Phone and the Google Maps lady to go talking while I was standing there! As soon as I finished messing about with my Phone, - the girl standing in front of me, hit her keys off her Phone by accident and the Google Maps lady came on on her Phone instructing to turn right on the Galway Road! :eek::D:pac: