Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

ace_irl

This one is kind of a nice story. My dad and his brother always remember being woken up in the middle of the night by their mother crying hysterically in her room. They stood in the hallway and listened to her talking to someone but they couldn't hear anyone else. My granddad was down stairs getting ready to head to work when he heard her crying so he came back upstairs to see what was going on. Apparently her mother (who was dead several years) had woken her up to tell her that her son (my dad) would be in a really bad accident the next day but that he was going to be okay and not to worry about him.

The next day my dad was playing with his friends and a wall fell on top of him, he was in hospital for several months with broken legs, hips and head injuries but he made a full recovery. He doesn't really believe in the supernatural at all but that's the one thing that always makes him wonder.

screamer

I can't remember if I posted this one before but I had a dear friend who died tragically in an accident when he was young. I remember dreaming about him the night he died and we didn't know he had died. He was in my house talking to me but I couldnt hear him or understand him. Early the next morning the news came through that he had died. Since then he visits my dreams whenever anyone in my family will be in some danger the next day and I make sure to warn them.

My grandmother had a lot of weird things happen in her life, she was told once that she had psychic abilities but she was too scared to ever use them. She still experienced lots of stuff though......

Sephiroth_dude

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When I was younger i was fairly accident prone, split my head a few times, nasty falls etc but luckily never broke a bone. Whenever something happened my first thought was to run home for help!

I still have very vivid memories of this incident, the only such incident that ever had a creepy or unnerving aspect to it.

I was about 13 at the time, we were having a waterfight one Summer in the housing estate i grew up in. The housing estate's layout was a number of what we called squares of houses, separated by laneways.

Anyways one of the opposition team had ran through his front door to use the backgarden tap to refill his supersoaker or whatever he had. I came up with a great idea to run around the back laneway, climb up onto his shed (every house had the same shed structure in the back garden about 8ft high with a flat concrete slab roof) and catch him unawares.

The plan worked, i climbed up and began launching water balloons at him - i had a teammate who passed these up to me from the ground. When he noticed where the assault was coming from he began running my way to get me. Upon seeing this i turned to run away, forgetting where I was i fell to the ground.

It hurt like hell, what happened next was exactly as described above i got up to run home. I ran to the end of the lane and turned right, bringing me to an open area that led to the next laneway on my way home. The further i ran the more confused i got. It began to become unrecognisable and very bright. I was squinting my eyes trying to see where i needed to go. I could not make head nor tail of it though - so i decided to run back the way i came to where i had fallen for help.

According to my teammate i never moved. I was out cold on the ground. He was panicking trying to get help. My opposition teammate was getting his Mother to unlock the back gate to try and get to me quicker.

I came around and i was in their nextdoor neighbours garden and my Mam and Dad were there at this point, I was taken to hospital in an ambulance. A split head and split lip with a broken tooth too. The doctors said i was lucky to fall on my front rather than back.

I don't know where I was going, kind of pleased i turned back - even 20 odd years later i can remember it like it was yesterday.

Running towards the light and but instinct told you it wasn't your time so you turned back.

Ave Sodalis

Not super weird or unnatural, but my mostly deaf dog was in the vet on Saturday. The idiot thought that eating a bag of tulip bulbs would be a lovely early morning snack (he's fine, by the way). He gets super stressed at the vets, and pants non-stop. The vets knew this because he was also in on Wednesday for a lump removal surgery (it's been an expensive week). When I went to collect him, the nurse told me he had succeeded in creeping them all out.



There was another dog in the pen beside him, who was very sick. My dog isn't particularly dog orientated. He grew up beside our neighbour's dog, but he never spent any significant time around other dogs and tends to purposely ignore them if they come into the house. Some time around mid-afternoon, the dog in the pen beside him went into cardiac arrest. The nurse managed to get the dog out of the pen while everyone else came in, give him adrenaline etc., but it wasn't working. At the exact moment the other dog's heart stopped, my dog went silent. He stopped panting, and just lay looking up at the team who had rushed in to try and save the dog. Eventually, he started panting again, but apparently the vets had never experienced something like it and it creeped them out. They worked on the dog to try and get the heart going again, but they knew from my dog's reaction that it was gone.



He could sense something. It wasn't that he could hear the heart stop. Bare in mind that he's nearly completely deaf. You have to be standing beside him and talking loudly before he hears you. He's also not used to other dogs and definitely doesn't have a particular affinity for them. He didn't stop panting when the dog first got into bother, only when its heart stopped for the last time.

ace_irl

When I was younger my aunt use to collect me every Thursday from school and take me back to hers until my mum could collect me in the evening. She lived in a flat in the liberties at the time. I use to play in the stairwell with these twins that lived above her but there was no kids in the entire building so everyone assumed they were my imaginary friends. We eventually moved and changed schools and I completely forgot about my friends until my little sister and I were staying with my aunt for a few days.

She was out playing in the stairwell when I went to get her for her dinner. She was sitting in the same place I use to sit, looking up and talking to no one. I remember feeling really un-easy but I couldn't figure out why. Later that night I asked her who she was talking to outside and she told me it was Tommy and Mary from upstairs. I felt completely sick when she told me because I'd forgotten about the twins I use to play with. To me they had always been so real but everyone else said it was my imagination. I still don't understand how my sister saw the same kids years apart and if they were from my imagination, why did she see them? She wasn't even born at the time I use to play with them so it wasn't like she had heard me mention them. She drew loads of pictures of her and the two of them and they were just like the pictures I use to draw with the exact same kids in them.

It still freaks me out now when I think about it. My aunt moved a couple of years later and my sister stopped seeing the kids a short while before that, but neither of us particularly liked being in that building. I still don't like to walk by it, I always get the creeps. I know there's a logical reason behind it, and I've never looked into the history of the building but I always think there was something weird about it.

Iseedeadpixels

Been having dreams about my mother a lot lately, it's coming up to 2 years since she died so prob that, anyway we were sitting on a bench in a train station or something like that and she asked why nobody could hear her, I calmly said without missing a beat "they cant see or hear you, you left your physical form nearly 2 years ago" I even went onto joke that she couldnt even take her physical form back as she was cremated :pac:

Mozzeltoff

Ave Sodalis wrote: »

Not super weird or unnatural, but my mostly deaf dog was in the vet on Saturday. The idiot thought that eating a bag of tulip bulbs would be a lovely early morning snack (he's fine, by the way). He gets super stressed at the vets, and pants non-stop. The vets knew this because he was also in on Wednesday for a lump removal surgery (it's been an expensive week). When I went to collect him, the nurse told me he had succeeded in creeping them all out.



There was another dog in the pen beside him, who was very sick. My dog isn't particularly dog orientated. He grew up beside our neighbour's dog, but he never spent any significant time around other dogs and tends to purposely ignore them if they come into the house. Some time around mid-afternoon, the dog in the pen beside him went into cardiac arrest. The nurse managed to get the dog out of the pen while everyone else came in, give him adrenaline etc., but it wasn't working. At the exact moment the other dog's heart stopped, my dog went silent. He stopped panting, and just lay looking up at the team who had rushed in to try and save the dog. Eventually, he started panting again, but apparently the vets had never experienced something like it and it creeped them out. They worked on the dog to try and get the heart going again, but they knew from my dog's reaction that it was gone.



He could sense something. It wasn't that he could hear the heart stop. Bare in mind that he's nearly completely deaf. You have to be standing beside him and talking loudly before he hears you. He's also not used to other dogs and definitely doesn't have a particular affinity for them. He didn't stop panting when the dog first got into bother, only when its heart stopped for the last time.

My family once owned a huge Albino German Shepherd. He was an amazing animal and an absolute character. In all the time we had him I never heard him bark once.

Anyway, in September 2004 my Grandfather became very ill. He was in ICU for a few days but one Tuesday night one of my aunts ring and tell my mother she has to get into the hospital straight away. Now I was about 17 at the time. I had a fair idea what was going down. My mother rushes into the hospital and the rest of us are left at home, waiting for the inevitable.

I end up going to bed around 11:00 that night. I wasn't able to sleep and just ended up lying in the dark trying to force myself to drift off. I sit up in the bed, knowing full well I won't be sleeping. Suddenly, the dog starts screaming out in the yard. It then turns into this long mournful howl. My father runs out to the dog to see what the hell happened to him but finds him by his kennel, no harm done to him, just howling and screaming. This goes on for a good five minutes and my dad is trying to calm the poor thing down but to no avail. Suddenly he just stops and retreats into the kennel. My dad comes back in, awfully confused as to what happened. Two minutes later my mother rings to say Granddad had passed away.

DanMurphy

Dogs seem to have a sense of impending doom.
Gary Coopers dogs ( Film Star best known for High Noon) howled for hours before he died.
Also, the dog belonging to Lord Carnavon (He who discovered Tutankamun's Tomb) did similar when his master was dying in hospital.
The poor dog howled so much it died also!

ellejay

ace_irl wrote: »

When I was younger my aunt use to collect me every Thursday from school and take me back to hers until my mum could collect me in the evening. She lived in a flat in the liberties at the time. I use to play in the stairwell with these twins that lived above her but there was no kids in the entire building so everyone assumed they were my imaginary friends. We eventually moved and changed schools and I completely forgot about my friends until my little sister and I were staying with my aunt for a few days.

She was out playing in the stairwell when I went to get her for her dinner. She was sitting in the same place I use to sit, looking up and talking to no one. I remember feeling really un-easy but I couldn't figure out why. Later that night I asked her who she was talking to outside and she told me it was Tommy and Mary from upstairs. I felt completely sick when she told me because I'd forgotten about the twins I use to play with. To me they had always been so real but everyone else said it was my imagination. I still don't understand how my sister saw the same kids years apart and if they were from my imagination, why did she see them? She wasn't even born at the time I use to play with them so it wasn't like she had heard me mention them. She drew loads of pictures of her and the two of them and they were just like the pictures I use to draw with the exact same kids in them.

It still freaks me out now when I think about it. My aunt moved a couple of years later and my sister stopped seeing the kids a short while before that, but neither of us particularly liked being in that building. I still don't like to walk by it, I always get the creeps. I know there's a logical reason behind it, and I've never looked into the history of the building but I always think there was something weird about it.

I really need to stop reading this thread!!!!!
I've goosebumps big time.

Rhys Essien

This from Twitter.Woman went on a night tour of Spike Island.Went to take a picture of a long corridor when the facial recognition thingy came on the phone.
Someone else adjusted the lighting on her photo.Here is the end result.

https://twitter.com/photoscork/status/1056852903258963968?s=21

Whispered

I love spike island. When we went it was a sunny day and the tour was brilliantly done. On the part of the visit where you can stroll around yourself we had a good nose around and I didn't feel or think it was in any way creepy. Then we walked into a particular corridor of a particular building and panic hit me, a sickening feeling of "I need to gtf out of this building". It was horrible.

sbsquarepants

Putting my daughter to bed over the weekend (she's 5, and a very logical 5 at that). She wanted a drink so I go downstairs to get some water and when I come back a few seconds later, she tells me the lady was rubbing her hair and that she often does in the night time but she stops when I come into the room.
I haven't mentioned it to my missus - she'd have the house for sale within the hour!

blinding

sbsquarepants wrote: »

Putting my daughter to bed over the weekend (she's 5, and a very logical 5 at that). She wanted a drink so I go downstairs to get some water and when I come back a few seconds later, she tells me the lady was rubbing her hair and that she often does in the night time but she stops when I come into the room.
I haven't mentioned it to my missus - she'd have the house for sale within the hour!

Kids are great craic .

razorblunt

blinding wrote: »

Kids are great craic .

Tell me about it.
I was sitting down last night with a cup of tea, just channel flicking before going to bed and then from upstairs I hear a scream "Dad, the man is in my room again".

Well I dropped my tea in fright ... I don't have any kids.

blinding

razorblunt wrote: »

Tell me about it.
I was sitting down last night with a cup of tea, just channel flicking before going to bed and then from upstairs I hear a scream "Dad, the man is my room again".

Well I dropped my tea in fright ... I don't have any kids.

But , You do have a Man in the Room !;)

Poor Uncle Tom

sbsquarepants wrote: »

Putting my daughter to bed over the weekend (she's 5, and a very logical 5 at that). She wanted a drink so I go downstairs to get some water and when I come back a few seconds later, she tells me the lady was rubbing her hair and that she often does in the night time but she stops when I come into the room.
I haven't mentioned it to my missus - she'd have the house for sale within the hour!

I'm shocked! you're getting slow SB!

...should have sent the kid for the water and seen what else the lady would rub!

Gwen Cooper

Whispered wrote: »

I love spike island. When we went it was a sunny day and the tour was brilliantly done. On the part of the visit where you can stroll around yourself we had a good nose around and I didn't feel or think it was in any way creepy. Then we walked into a particular corridor of a particular building and panic hit me, a sickening feeling of "I need to gtf out of this building". It was horrible.

This happened to me in the tunnels. I was nearly crying down there. I'm not claustrophobic or anything like that, but the tunnels gave me an awful feeling and I needed to get out.

razorblunt

blinding wrote: »

But , You do have a Man in the Room !;)

I AM the man in the room

Nothing scary in the way of ghosts has ever happened to me but I do get odd kind of feelings now and then. It could just be my own unconscious playing tricks on me. Sometimes I'll wake in the middle of the night and be a bit spooked for no obvious reason. The mind can be more terrifying than our environment.

Sephiroth_dude

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Nothing scary in the way of ghosts has ever happened to me but I do get odd kind of feelings now and then. It could just be my own unconscious playing tricks on me. Sometimes I'll wake in the middle of the night and be a bit spooked for no obvious reason. The mind can be more terrifying than our environment.

I get the same feelings if I wake between 3am and 4am, the witching hour.

ardinn

Sephiroth_dude wrote: »

I get the same feelings if I wake between 3am and 4am, the witching hour.

I thought that was 12-1?

ardinn

Edit - I'm dead right!!

/smug grin!

New Home

ardinn wrote: »

I thought that was 12-1?

Maybe it's 3-4 for jet-lagged witches, or witches on the late shift. :cool:

Mam of 4

ardinn wrote: »

I thought that was 12-1?

Don't know about the witching hour , but often heard nurses saying between 3-4 was a telling time for patients who were very ill..

Lady Haywire

Always heard 3/4am here too, darkest before dawn & all that. Seems that 12/2am is a more recent thing.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Witching_hour_(supernatural)

Sephiroth_dude

ardinn wrote: »

I thought that was 12-1?

I dispute this claim!

Mam of 4

Emerson Shallow Mouthful wrote: »

Ever since watching the original Amityville Horror, the number of times I've woken randomly, checked the time and it's 3.15am....

Be afraid .

Be very afraid............

Sephiroth_dude

Mam of 4 wrote: »

Be afraid .

Be very afraid............

:pac:

Quazzie

3am - 4am is the witching hour and that is based on the fact that Christ died on the cross at 3pm so 3am is the opposite and therefore the witching hour

Mam of 4

Mam of 4 wrote: »

Don't know about the witching hour , but often heard nurses saying between 3-4 was a telling time for patients who were very ill..

Your body temperature drops to it's lowest at around 4am, so if you're very ill and weak its harder for your body to recover and the slight variation becomes the difference between life and death.

Mam of 4

Candie wrote: »

Your body temperature drops to it's lowest at around 4am, so if you're very ill and weak its harder for your body to recover and the slight variation becomes the difference between life and death.

That makes so much sense , thank you for that !

RhubarbCrumble

Around 4am is the peak time for suicides too.

RhubarbCrumble

RhubarbCrumble wrote: »

Around 4am is the peak time for suicides too.

It's the point where your temperature is at it's lowest, hormone secretion is at it's lowest, your metabolism is at it's slowest, and most of your normal functions are slower or less efficient. As a result you're at your clumsiest, your least resilient, your most exhausted, and it makes sense that the cumulative effect on someone already struggling might result in a critical point being reached.

ellejay

Don't forget to leave some food out for the souls!!

They rise from the dead at midnight and roam the roads.
The food is to let them know they're welcome.
:pac::pac::pac:

Sephiroth_dude

ellejay wrote: »

Don't forget to leave some food out for the souls!!

They rise from the dead at midnight and roam the roads.
The food is to let them know they're welcome.
:pac::pac::pac:

I won't be leaving out any food so :pac:

OldRio

Candie wrote: »

It's the point where your temperature is at it's lowest, hormone secretion is at it's lowest, your metabolism is at it's slowest, and most of your normal functions are slower or less efficient. As a result you're at your clumsiest, your least resilient, your most exhausted, and it makes sense that the cumulative effect on someone already struggling might result in a critical point being reached.

As someone who worked shifts for most of his life I can understand that. Night shifts at 3 to 4 am are when you are at your lowest. As time moves onto to about 6 you seem to come alive again.
God I don't miss those days at all.

Mam of 4

Sephiroth_dude wrote: »

I won't be leaving out any food so :pac:

The dead won't harm you *,
it's the living one's you've to watch out for !

*
Well , apart from maybe scaring you initially

OldRio

OldRio wrote: »

As someone who worked shifts for most of his life I can understand that. Night shifts at 3 to 4 am are when you are at your lowest. As time moves onto to about 6 you seem to come alive again.
God I don't miss those days at all.

Chronobiology and biological psychology are areas that study that area and elucidate the negative effects of long term shift work on many people, both physical and psychological.

Humans are meant to shut down in the dark and be active in the light, it's one of the reasons why people with a later chronotype (night owls) tend to die a bit younger.

And the above is probably partially responsible for the myths about being outside in the dark late at night and at risk of spirits and bad things happening, and similarly themed legends that are common to just about every culture.

Tell me how

Candie wrote: »

Chronobiology and biological psychology are areas that study that area and elucidate the negative effects of long term shift work on many people, both physical and psychological.

I worked with a guy who had spent 23 years on night shift. He looked 20 years older than the 51 years old he was.

I actually thought about asking him for a picture so I could show people and ask them to guess his age but thankfully I wasn't stupid enough to do so.

Tell me how

Tell me how wrote: »

I worked with a guy who had spent 23 years on night shift. He looked 20 years older than the 51 years old he was.

I actually thought about asking him for a picture so I could show people and ask them to guess his age but thankfully I wasn't stupid enough to do so.

Not unusual at all, though things like vitamin D supplementation can help. It's hard to avoid the effects of shift work when our bodies are designed to work differently but some adapt better than others, of course.

Sephiroth_dude

Mam of 4 wrote: »

The dead won't harm you *,
it's the living one's you've to watch out for !

*
Well , apart from maybe scaring you initially

The fright could give the person a heart attack mam :pac:.

Poor Uncle Tom

Sephiroth_dude wrote: »

The fright could give the person a heart attack mam :pac:.

Reminds me of a time I went on a sesh with an old army buddy of mine. We decided we'd meet at the boozer as I had a few things to do and so did he. We were having a great time, lots of drink, lots of craic, then comes closing time so we decided we'd go get an early breakfast. On the way he had a massive heart attack but I couldn't find my phone, so I had to use his to ring for an ambulance. They had to use the paddles and tap into the national grid but they revived him.

He told me the following day that he has memories of being dead, at least being aware of not being alive anymore, he said it was exhillerating, he was freed from his body, he could experience everything without feeling anything, he knew everything without needing to know anything, until he was suddenly dragged back to his body.... I believe the Shannon Scheme has a lot to answer for, but I asked him to prove it.

He told me my phone was in an armchair in my sisters sitting room, I only missed my phone when I went to call the ambulance. Turned out the phone was where he said it was, lucky guess I suppose.

gerrybbadd

Poor Uncle Tom wrote: »

Reminds me of a time I went on a sesh with an old army buddy of mine. We decided we'd meet at the boozer as I had a few things to do and so did he. We were having a great time, lots of drink, lots of craic, then comes closing time so we decided we'd go get an early breakfast. On the way he had a massive heart attack but I couldn't find my phone, so I had to use his to ring for an ambulance. They had to use the paddles and tap into the national grid but they revived him.

He told me the following day that he has memories of being dead, at least being aware of not being alive anymore, he said it was exhillerating, he was freed from his body, he could experience everything without feeling anything, he knew everything without needing to know anything, until he was suddenly dragged back to his body.... I believe the Shannon Scheme has a lot to answer for, but I asked him to prove it.

He told me my phone was in an armchair in my sisters sitting room, I only missed my phone when I went to call the ambulance. Turned out the phone was where he said it was, lucky guess I suppose.

Amazing stuff. There's a great book by Dr. Jeffrey Long, "Evidence of the Afterlife" where he investigates near death experiences. It seems many (if not all) experience similar feelings and situations such as your friend did. Being able to see all around you, in a full 360 degree. Knowing everything you could want to.

Poor Uncle Tom

gerrybbadd wrote: »

Amazing stuff. There's a great book by Dr. Jeffrey Long, "Evidence of the Afterlife" where he investigates near death experiences. It seems many (if not all) experience similar feelings and situations such as your friend did. Being able to see all around you, in a full 360 degree. Knowing everything you could want to.

To be fair I'd say he gets that from the missus.........

Gwen Cooper

gerrybbadd wrote: »

Amazing stuff. There's a great book by Dr. Jeffrey Long, "Evidence of the Afterlife" where he investigates near death experiences. It seems many (if not all) experience similar feelings and situations such as your friend did. Being able to see all around you, in a full 360 degree. Knowing everything you could want to.

This actually reminds me of my experience from cca 2013. It's not a near-death experience, more like an out-of-body experience.

I had a really bad chest infection at that time and had a serious coughing fit. I couldn't stop coughing for a few minutes, and I felt like my chest is closing up. I couldn't breathe at all.

I have mild asthma as well so that might have contributed to it.

Anyway, one minute I'm on by bed, coughing and trying to take a breath, feeling an awful pain in my chest.

The next minute I'm standing in the corner of the room, watching myself sitting on the bed and coughing.

All the pain was gone.

It wasn't that I would be looking at myself on purpose, I just was just standing there with my head turned in that direction. I didn't care about anything. I had no thoughts going through my head. I was just there.

I can't really explain the state of having no emotions or thoughts. I wasn't worried about returning into my body, I wasn't worried about what's happening. I can't even say that it was peaceful.

I just was. Suddenly I started feeling the pain in my chest again and then I was back on the bed and took a deep breath.

It was really weird, surreal. I can't explain what it was like, or what happened. I suppose that the short-lived lack of oxygen played with my mind a bit.

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MUFC91CS

So I'm in a part of the world where it is currently the morning of the 1st of November. When me and the girlfriend went out to the car to leave for work this morning at 07:30 every single car window was fully down. We definitely did not leave it this was last night as it was raining. All four are electric windows and cannot not be opened without the keys and the keys were in the house with us. Maybe it could be some electrical fault but this never happened before so now idea why it would happen on Halloween night. Absolutely rattled to say the least. 

Also when i got home from work Tuesday evening the big garage door and side garage door were also open. There is absolutely nothing in the garage so we don't lock these doors so we figured this could be an attempted robbery or one of our mates playing a trick but it is impossible to do this with the car windows.

screamer

Mam of 4 wrote: »

ardinn wrote: »

I thought that was 12-1?

Don't know about the witching hour , but often heard nurses saying between 3-4 was a telling time for patients who were very ill..

That's to do with circadian rhythms look it up very interesting...and true

Chancer3001

i have a random qustion that i admit is off topic but is related to an above post.

When you look back at your own memories....do you see out through your own eyes? Or do you see a 3rd party looking at you experiencing the memory?

Its always been the 3rd party style for me. I have no memories at all where I see through my own eyes.

Like if I think back to this morning at the dentist, I dont see out through the dentists glasses, I see it from the side, or from above, of me being in the dentist chair. Can see my arms and torso and legs etc.

RhubarbCrumble

Chancer3001 wrote: »

i have a random qustion that i admit is off topic but is related to an above post.

When you look back at your own memories....do you see out through your own eyes? Or do you see a 3rd party looking at you experiencing the memory?

Its always been the 3rd party style for me. I have no memories at all where I see through my own eyes.

Like if I think back to this morning at the dentist, I dont see out through the dentists glasses, I see it from the side, or from above, of me being in the dentist chair. Can see my arms and torso and legs etc.

Same. Third party for me too. As though I'm looking at the scene as another person.