Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

368100

Mattdhg wrote: »

I was 18 and out with friends when I decided to skulk off and meet a guy, 24, who was texting me on grindr. I met him in his house on the city outskirts and I felt uncomfortable straight away. He seemed depressed and dirty, he did use real pictures but they were from a better time. Stench of cigarettes and bo off him. I was too shy to back out so I sat down on the couch making ****ty small talk (about my leaving cert of all things) and he went back to his room to plug in his phone so it "wouldnt disturb us". We didnt do much more than kissing when I asked him to get me something from the kitchen, and when he got up I darted for the door. I didnt try to suddenly rush out without saying goodbye because I was scared of him or anything, but because I just felt so overwhelmed I wanted the whole thing to end. I got to the front door and he sprung into the hall behind me asking what I was doing and to come back, I tried to open the door but it was locked. I entered major panic mode because I thought i was gonna be raped and killed, none of my friends even knew where I was. So I started beating the **** out of him and kept screaming for him to open the door, he got a set of keys from a hallway desk and unlocked the door, I was out like a ****ing rabbit. I remember the front gate just being old/stiff on my way in and I was afraid he'd be able to catch up to me before I got past it. I felt like Id never get out. I flung the gate back and legged it. I met my friends when the clubs closed and I told them I was thrown out of the club and drifted around for a while.

I dont know who lived in the house with him, but some of my friends say i completely overrected by not giving him a chance to explain himself. They think that he probably just locked the door to stop roommates/his parent from walking in on us, which is possible. But if that was the reason then I dont get why he lied about putting away his phone, because that must have been when he locked the door, and even if it was the case that wasnt a reason to hide the keys in the drawer. Either way, better safe than sorry. Never in my life have I felt that feeling of dread so strongly.

Jeez it is a complete overreaction.....he might have just locked the door and put keys away out of habit.

Day Lewin

Mattdhg wrote: »

I was 18 and out with friends when I decided to skulk off and meet a guy, 24, who was texting me on grindr. I met him in his house on the city outskirts and I felt uncomfortable straight away. He seemed depressed and dirty, he did use real pictures but they were from a better time. Stench of cigarettes and bo off him. I was too shy to back out so I sat down on the couch making ****ty small talk (about my leaving cert of all things) and he went back to his room to plug in his phone so it "wouldnt disturb us". We didnt do much more than kissing when I asked him to get me something from the kitchen, and when he got up I darted for the door. I didnt try to suddenly rush out without saying goodbye because I was scared of him or anything, but because I just felt so overwhelmed I wanted the whole thing to end. I got to the front door and he sprung into the hall behind me asking what I was doing and to come back, I tried to open the door but it was locked. I entered major panic mode because I thought i was gonna be raped and killed, none of my friends even knew where I was. So I started beating the **** out of him and kept screaming for him to open the door, he got a set of keys from a hallway desk and unlocked the door, I was out like a ****ing rabbit. I remember the front gate just being old/stiff on my way in and I was afraid he'd be able to catch up to me before I got past it. I felt like Id never get out. I flung the gate back and legged it. I met my friends when the clubs closed and I told them I was thrown out of the club and drifted around for a while.

I dont know who lived in the house with him, but some of my friends say i completely overrected by not giving him a chance to explain himself. They think that he probably just locked the door to stop roommates/his parent from walking in on us, which is possible. But if that was the reason then I dont get why he lied about putting away his phone, because that must have been when he locked the door, and even if it was the case that wasnt a reason to hide the keys in the drawer. Either way, better safe than sorry. Never in my life have I felt that feeling of dread so strongly.

I do not think you over-reacted: that feeling of dread should never be ignored - your subconscious had picked up the smell of danger and the details like locked door etc. bear this out.

I think we have "spidey senses" in our old brain that are alert to dangers, and they give us warning: don't ignore them!

EmmetSpiceland

368100 wrote: »

Jeez it is a complete overreaction.....he might have just locked the door and put keys away out of habit.

The beating was a bit much but, to me, that whole setup sounded incredibly dodgy.

Definite “vibe” of that post never being posted had he stayed. Because he’d be buried in a shallow grave off in the middle of nowhere.

Minus his head, of course, that would be kept under a bedroom floorboard only to be taken out, and “used”, for special occasions.

Leg End Reject

Yep, I've experienced that feeling a couple of times and I never ignore it.

If in doubt, get out.

Leg End Reject

EmmetSpiceland wrote: »

The beating was a bit much but, to me, that whole setup sounded incredibly dodgy.

Definite “vibe” of that post never being posted had he stayed. Because he’d be buried in a shallow grave off in the middle of nowhere.

Minus his head, of course, that would be kept under a bedroom floorboard only to be taken out, and “used”, for special occasions.

That's very detailed, Emmet, was it you? :eek:




The BO would be a red flag anyway, if you're anticipating an amorous encounter you wash yourself. I'd be wary of anyone who didn't.

368100

Leg End Reject wrote: »

That's very detailed, Emmet, was it you? :eek:




The BO would be a red flag anyway, if you're anticipating an amorous encounter you wash yourself. I'd be wary of anyone who didn't.

I can't understand Any one who would arrange a meet like that and not wash themselves. .vomit.

Was He on drugs?

Deja Boo

On a lighter note... my phone randomly rings people from across the room (with no voice activation setting).

Last time, it rang my barber - is it hinting at something???

cj maxx

368100 wrote: »

Jeez it is a complete overreaction.....he might have just locked the door and put keys away out of habit.

I always lock the door, especially if company were over.
And if my date was high tailing out of there I'd try to talk them into staying.
There may be a more sinister thing to it but beating the crap outta him?
Over reaction or life saving action? Who knows?

Leg End Reject

cj maxx wrote: »

I always lock the door, especially if company were over.
And if my date was high tailing out of there I'd try to talk them into staying.
There may be a more sinister thing to it but beating the crap outta him?
Over reaction or life saving action? Who knows?

If someone is clearly uncomfortable and trying to leave most rational people would have explained the door was locked and told them where the keys were, not try to get them to stay.

That vibe and the dread you experience is terrifying, we do tend to overreact when panicked. The poster was only 18 at the time too.

johndaman66

talla10 wrote: »

Its always those dreams when you know you're dreaming so when I wake up its never a shock or feeling of terror. Like another poster said it was never creepy

I sort of have to agree with this. I've had dreams where I have fallen off a local bridge onto a walkway underneath (the height of drop would mean certain death in reality) and all I can say is that it was somewhat stressful during the dream more than anything else. Thinking back on it after it possibly seems mildly creepy but during the dream itself the best emotion I could use is mildly stressful. Maybe that's just me and my innate inability to experience the full spectrum of emotions and feelings when sleeping.

Anyway my own unnerving experience....
My aunts husband, an absolute gentleman, died fairly young back in 1991 after a brief illness. He was in a small hospital for a week or so before his death and they lived about 30-40 miles away from us.

The phone like a lot of other things we were the last to get it in and we did not have a landline in the house at the time. We had got word of a few family deaths from neighbours who had the phone in before this...a lot of my relations had their number for emergencies etc.

Anyway on this evening as I recall I was out for a walk with my mother and my 2 siblings. Not long back and I in particular heard a bang below in my sisters room, which previously would have being my parents room. Went down to look and a picture had randomly fallen off the wall. The odd thing was that there was absolutely no reason for it to fall off. It wasn't like it was cleaned or tampered with in any way for some considerable time beforehand. It was an internal concrete wall and there was no drilling etc of any walls in the house soon beforehand either. No one would have being in the room for some time beforehand for that matter.

We got word later that evening that our aunts husband had died. We worked out that he would have passed in around the same time that the picture fell.

The picture also landed upright against the wall and for whats it worth it was a tapestry of a castle in our local town (a town which the man that died had no affirmative connection with).

I am a logical person and would always look for a logical rational explanation in these situations before I rule in supernatural so as to speak. But I just can't find a logical explanation in this instance. I did post this story over in the paranormal forum many moons ago but got ridiculed for it badly enough there.

cj maxx

Leg End Reject wrote: »

If someone is clearly uncomfortable and trying to leave most rational people would have explained the door was locked and told them where the keys were, not try to get them to stay.

That vibe and the dread you experience is terrifying, we do tend to overreact when panicked. The poster was only 18 at the time too.

No, it sounds to me like his first sexual experience outside his comfort zone, and he freaked out. He didn't say he was leaving, he just bolted. The guy took the keys out of a hallway drawer not his pocket or hidden away. So yes while unnerving and frightening it seems like it's the op that freaked out

Banana Republic.

johndaman66 wrote: »

I sort of have to agree with this. I've had dreams where I have fallen off a local bridge onto a walkway underneath (the height of drop would mean certain death in reality) and all I can say is that it was somewhat stressful during the dream more than anything else. Thinking back on it after it possibly seems mildly creepy but during the dream itself the best emotion I could use is mildly stressful. Maybe that's just me and my innate inability to experience the full spectrum of emotions and feelings when sleeping.

Anyway my own unnerving experience....
My aunts husband, an absolute gentleman, died fairly young back in 1991 after a brief illness. He was in a small hospital for a week or so before his death and they lived about 30-40 miles away from us.

The phone like a lot of other things we were the last to get it in and we did not have a landline in the house at the time. We had got word of a few family deaths from neighbours who had the phone in before this...a lot of my relations had their number for emergencies etc.

Anyway on this evening as I recall I was out for a walk with my mother and my 2 siblings. Not long back and I in particular heard a bang below in my sisters room, which previously would have being my parents room. Went down to look and a picture had randomly fallen off the wall. The odd thing was that there was absolutely no reason for it to fall off. It wasn't like it was cleaned or tampered with in any way for some considerable time beforehand. It was an internal concrete wall and there was no drilling etc of any walls in the house soon beforehand either. No one would have being in the room for some time beforehand for that matter.

We got word later that evening that our aunts husband had died. We worked out that he would have passed in around the same time that the picture fell.

The picture also landed upright against the wall and for whats it worth it was a tapestry of a castle in our local town (a town which the man that died had no affirmative connection with).

I am a logical person and would always look for a logical rational explanation in these situations before I rule in supernatural so as to speak. But I just can't find a logical explanation in this instance. I did post this story over in the paranormal forum many moons ago but got ridiculed for it badly enough there.

I say that was a fun forum, that’s a legit story in fairness. Maybe the fact ye didn’t have a landline played a factor so this was the only way to send the message through that he had passed to the other side. It is freaky though to be fair. You would think this was the least of the mad stories that a paranormal forum would have. Anyway I think most here will like that story and agree it was freaky.

johndaman66

Banana Republic. wrote: »

I say that was a fun forum, that’s a legit story in fairness. Maybe the fact ye didn’t have a landline played a factor so this was the only way to send the message through that he had passed to the other side. It is freaky though to be fair. You would think this was the least of the mad stories that a paranormal forum would have. Anyway I think most here will like that story and agree it was freaky.

Ah, many thanks. I could be wrong but I would have thought that the Paranormal forum is at least meant to be the more serious forum and AH the more lighthearted fun forum where a cheap pop at someone is more expected with the Mods turning a blind eye unless it gets very serious. No cheap pops yet here though to be fair!

I do suppose the Paranormal forum does draw its share of cynics just looking to rip these kind of stories to shreads and almost insinuate that the person telling them is a nutjob. I would have rathered they dissected the story and put forward a rational explanation rather than taking cheap pops at me and calling Bull S*** on it.

Banana Republic.

johndaman66 wrote: »

Ah, many thanks. I could be wrong but I would have thought that the Paranormal forum is at least meant to be the more serious forum and AH the more lighthearted fun forum where a cheap pop at someone is more expected with the Mods turning a blind eye unless it gets very serious. No cheap pops yet here though to be fair!

I do suppose the Paranormal forum does draw its share of cynics just looking to rip these kind of stories to shreads and almost insinuate that the person telling them is a nutjob. I would have rathered they dissected the story and put forward a rational explanation rather than taking cheap pops at me and calling Bull S*** on it.

Plenty of tools waste their time on negativity. Enjoyable story and seems very related. Things work in mysterious ways.

blinding

Leg End Reject wrote: »

That's very detailed, Emmet, was it you? :eek:




The BO would be a red flag anyway, if you're anticipating an amorous encounter you wash yourself. I'd be wary of anyone who didn't.

What about " Don’t Wash “ from Napoleon to Josephine in a Letter when he was on his Way !;)

EmmetSpiceland

cj maxx wrote: »

No, it sounds to me like his first sexual experience outside his comfort zone, and he freaked out. He didn't say he was leaving, he just bolted. The guy took the keys out of a hallway drawer not his pocket or hidden away. So yes while unnerving and frightening it seems like it's the op that freaked out

In a closed drawer is hidden away. I, personally, leave the keys in the door when “locking up”. Or, at least, on a table near enough the door.

The poor hygiene is a major “red flag”, the drawer key is the second warning. Beating the guy may have been an over-reaction but when someone wants to leave you do not try to stop them. You can ask them what’s wrong etc but you open the locked door.

There are two types of lads who always give off these “bad vibes”. One is the type with poor personal hygiene, a disgusting creature and one to avoid.

The other is the type who lives in an “immaculately” clean place and locks every door behind them and, sometimes, even when they are in a room. This is, definitely, the more dangerous of the two.

Again, I think the correct course of “action” was taken in this scenario. Albeit, maybe, in a, slightly, heavy-handed way.

Mattdhg

cj maxx wrote: »

No, it sounds to me like his first sexual experience outside his comfort zone, and he freaked out. He didn't say he was leaving, he just bolted. The guy took the keys out of a hallway drawer not his pocket or hidden away. So yes while unnerving and frightening it seems like it's the op that freaked out

I agree I was very new on the scene and I could have finessed a better way out, made some excuse about a friend calling or whatever, but oh well. If he had locked the door after me when I came in, left the key in it and explained about parents/house mates it would have been one thing, but it was a totally other thing to find the door locked when I was not expecting it to be.

Looking back I get a laugh out of how quick I jumped the gun and resorted to violence straight away, I probably shouldnt have, I should have given him a chance. It is still unnerving though that he lied about putting his phone away to lock the door and put away the key, thats what really makes me worry about what could have happened if I didnt force him to let me out.

Edit - I don't think he was on drugs, I never suspected it at least. He wasnt unlike someone who was depressed and in a bad rut - unkempt and straggly, just totally not caring about himself

ldy4mxonucwsq6

Mattdhg wrote: »

Either way, better safe than sorry. Never in my life have I felt that feeling of dread so strongly.

Always trust your gut instinct, that's thousands of years of evolution screaming at you even if you can't explain it rationally.

Your description of that feeling reminded me of another weird encounter when I was about 13 years old.

I was babysitting for a friend of a neighbour, my first time to sit for them (and last but I'll explain why). I was very young and didn't know the family at all but it was a pretty standard arrangement for those times.

They had a little baby maybe a couple of months old and a toddler both were sleeping when I arrived and the parents waved me off told me they'd be back late.

I was there a couple of hours just chilling watching television and checking on the kids etc when suddenly this man opens the front door (with a key) and walks in.

Turns out he was the childrens mother's brother who was either staying with them or had decided to drop by alone while they were out (mother never mentioned that he might be calling).

He'd clearly been drinking and I was instantly filled with an awful feeling in my stomach. He was very unkempt and I just got really bad vibes, it was so awkward for a few minutes he sits down to watch TV and makes himself at home.

Then he started to ask me if I wanted a can of beer or a smoke. I declined as politely as my nerves would allow and started to make an excuse to get into the kitchen where the house phone was (no mobiles back then either).

I was terrified as I dialled my mams number as quick as I could before he could notice all the while trying to pretend that this situation wasn't weird as hell.

When I explained to my mam she said I'm coming to get you now, get out of the house and wait outside in the street, what about the kids I said, I can't leave them here with this oddball. No way to contact the parents so you are just coming home now.

I never experienced the sheer awful feeling of dread when that man was sitting across the sofa looking at me knowing I couldn't get out of the situation easily. It's like a sixth sense definitely and it feels irrational afterwards but at the time the message is clear, get the f away from this now!!

Anyway my mam arrived and I left and she called the parents to explain what had happened. I never went back to babysit for them again and didn't get paid either

cj maxx

Mattdhg wrote: »

I agree I was very new on the scene and I could have finessed a better way out, made some excuse about a friend calling or whatever, but oh well. If he had locked the door after me when I came in, left the key in it and explained about parents/house mates it would have been one thing, but it was a totally other thing to find the door locked when I was not expecting it to be.

Looking back I get a laugh out of how quick I jumped the gun and resorted to violence straight away, I probably shouldnt have, I should have given him a chance. It is still unnerving though that he lied about putting his phone away to lock the door and put away the key, thats what really makes me worry about what could have happened if I didnt force him to let me out.

Edit - I don't think he was on drugs, I never suspected it at least. He wasnt unlike someone who was depressed and in a bad rut - unkempt and straggly, just totally not caring about himself

I didn't put the phone thing and locking the door together.
Anyway you're alive and well to tell the story which is the main thing. Not exactly the "pounding" that was hoped for though

EmmetSpiceland

Mattdhg wrote: »

Looking back I get a laugh out of how quick I jumped the gun and resorted to violence straight away, I probably shouldnt have, I should have given him a chance.

There a great “scene” in the film ‘The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo’ where Daniel Craig gets caught “snooping” around the house of a suspect.

He makes some lame “excuses” and the suspect character pretends to accept them, he invites Craig in for a drink and, even though, he knows he shouldn’t go in he does.

The suspect guy delivers a good speech about Daniel Craig’s situation that includes the line “It's hard to believe that the fear of offending can be stronger than the fear of pain”.

If you haven’t seen the film it’s worth checking out. Wouldn’t recommend it for a “date”, a few scenes make for, particularly, uncomfortable viewing.

afkasurfjunkie

Mattdhg wrote: »

I agree I was very new on the scene and I could have finessed a better way out, made some excuse about a friend calling or whatever, but oh well. If he had locked the door after me when I came in, left the key in it and explained about parents/house mates it would have been one thing, but it was a totally other thing to find the door locked when I was not expecting it to be.

Looking back I get a laugh out of how quick I jumped the gun and resorted to violence straight away, I probably shouldnt have, I should have given him a chance. It is still unnerving though that he lied about putting his phone away to lock the door and put away the key, thats what really makes me worry about what could have happened if I didnt force him to let me out.

Edit - I don't think he was on drugs, I never suspected it at least. He wasnt unlike someone who was depressed and in a bad rut - unkempt and straggly, just totally not caring about himself

When you mentioned he was putting away his phone so it wouldn’t disturb ye, my first thought was he was setting up a secret camera.

blinding

afkasurfjunkie wrote: »

When you mentioned he was putting away his phone so it wouldn’t disturb ye, my first thought was he was setting up a secret camera.

You Ladies do get a bit carried away with yourself be-times ! !

What is the Mother / Father of these Fantasies Ladies ? ? :eek:;)

Widdershins

blinding wrote: »

You Ladies do get a bit carried away with yourself be-times ! !

What is the Mother / Father of these Fantasies Ladies ? ? :eek:;)

Unfortunately theres been cases of nonconsensually filmed sex being uploaded to pornhub.

Banana Republic.

Daniel Freezing Saturn wrote: »

Always trust your gut instinct, that's thousands of years of evolution screaming at you even if you can't explain it rationally.

Your description of that feeling reminded me of another weird encounter when I was about 13 years old.

I was babysitting for a friend of a neighbour, my first time to sit for them (and last but I'll explain why). I was very young and didn't know the family at all but it was a pretty standard arrangement for those times.

They had a little baby maybe a couple of months old and a toddler both were sleeping when I arrived and the parents waved me off told me they'd be back late.

I was there a couple of hours just chilling watching television and checking on the kids etc when suddenly this man opens the front door (with a key) and walks in.

Turns out he was the childrens mother's brother who was either staying with them or had decided to drop by alone while they were out (mother never mentioned that he might be calling).

He'd clearly been drinking and I was instantly filled with an awful feeling in my stomach. He was very unkempt and I just got really bad vibes, it was so awkward for a few minutes he sits down to watch TV and makes himself at home.

Then he started to ask me if I wanted a can of beer or a smoke. I declined as politely as my nerves would allow and started to make an excuse to get into the kitchen where the house phone was (no mobiles back then either).

I was terrified as I dialled my mams number as quick as I could before he could notice all the while trying to pretend that this situation wasn't weird as hell.

When I explained to my mam she said I'm coming to get you now, get out of the house and wait outside in the street, what about the kids I said, I can't leave them here with this oddball. No way to contact the parents so you are just coming home now.

I never experienced the sheer awful feeling of dread when that man was sitting across the sofa looking at me knowing I couldn't get out of the situation easily. It's like a sixth sense definitely and it feels irrational afterwards but at the time the message is clear, get the f away from this now!!

Anyway my mam arrived and I left and she called the parents to explain what had happened. I never went back to babysit for them again and didn't get paid either

Would be interested in knowing that guys history now. Offering a 13 year old a drink, scum of the highest order. You were right to get the hell out of there. The kids wouldn’tof known you were there anyway. What a weirdo and even weirder of the parents not to even notify you of this guy now that’s even creepier.

HildaOgdenx

Daniel Freezing Saturn wrote: »

Always trust your gut instinct, that's thousands of years of evolution screaming at you even if you can't explain it rationally.

Your description of that feeling reminded me of another weird encounter when I was about 13 years old.

I was babysitting for a friend of a neighbour, my first time to sit for them (and last but I'll explain why). I was very young and didn't know the family at all but it was a pretty standard arrangement for those times.

They had a little baby maybe a couple of months old and a toddler both were sleeping when I arrived and the parents waved me off told me they'd be back late.

I was there a couple of hours just chilling watching television and checking on the kids etc when suddenly this man opens the front door (with a key) and walks in.

Turns out he was the childrens mother's brother who was either staying with them or had decided to drop by alone while they were out (mother never mentioned that he might be calling).

He'd clearly been drinking and I was instantly filled with an awful feeling in my stomach. He was very unkempt and I just got really bad vibes, it was so awkward for a few minutes he sits down to watch TV and makes himself at home.

Then he started to ask me if I wanted a can of beer or a smoke. I declined as politely as my nerves would allow and started to make an excuse to get into the kitchen where the house phone was (no mobiles back then either).

I was terrified as I dialled my mams number as quick as I could before he could notice all the while trying to pretend that this situation wasn't weird as hell.

When I explained to my mam she said I'm coming to get you now, get out of the house and wait outside in the street, what about the kids I said, I can't leave them here with this oddball. No way to contact the parents so you are just coming home now.

I never experienced the sheer awful feeling of dread when that man was sitting across the sofa looking at me knowing I couldn't get out of the situation easily. It's like a sixth sense definitely and it feels irrational afterwards but at the time the message is clear, get the f away from this now!!

Anyway my mam arrived and I left and she called the parents to explain what had happened. I never went back to babysit for them again and didn't get paid either

That must have been so frightening.

Fair play for having the presence of mind to ring your mam and get out of there.

ldy4mxonucwsq6

Banana Republic. wrote: »

Would be interested in knowing that guys history now. Offering a 13 year old a drink, scum of the highest order. You were right to get the hell out of there. The kids wouldn’tof known you were there anyway. What a weirdo and even weirder of the parents not to even notify you of this guy now that’s even creepier.

I know, when he was sitting there he started asking me loads of questions about myself (along with offering beer and smokes) and I was answering them trying to look calm and keep up the act when inside I was screaming and panicking.

I just got the feeling that any second he was just going to jump on me and the charade would be over. I can understand that poster thumping the other guy, only for I was a petrified 13 year old school girl I probably would have done the same.

It's such a primal sensation, just a sense of knowing someone intends to harm you and I thought I'd never get to the phone on time.

mistersifter

Daniel Freezing Saturn wrote: »

I know, when he was sitting there he started asking me loads of questions about myself (along with offering beer and smokes) and I was answering them trying to look calm and keep up the act when inside I was screaming and panicking.

I just got the feeling that any second he was just going to jump on me and the charade would be over. I can understand that poster thumping the other guy, only for I was a petrified 13 year old school girl I probably would have done the same.

It's such a primal sensation, just a sense of knowing someone intends to harm you and I thought I'd never get to the phone on time.

Just wondering did your parents report this fella for offering you drink at 13, or go take it up directly with the family?

ldy4mxonucwsq6

mistersifter wrote: »

Just wondering did your parents report this fella for offering you drink at 13, or go take it up directly with the family?

It was said to the family that I was babysitting for, who knows what the background was with this chap.

It wasn't reported, probably would be nowadays but I was just glad to get out of the house.

Banana Republic.

Daniel Freezing Saturn wrote: »

I know, when he was sitting there he started asking me loads of questions about myself (along with offering beer and smokes) and I was answering them trying to look calm and keep up the act when inside I was screaming and panicking.

I just got the feeling that any second he was just going to jump on me and the charade would be over. I can understand that poster thumping the other guy, only for I was a petrified 13 year old school girl I probably would have done the same.

It's such a primal sensation, just a sense of knowing someone intends to harm you and I thought I'd never get to the phone on time.

As a previous said you had the presence of kind as someone so young would of been scared stiff and not move at all. The family are as bad tbh. Glad you got out when you did. I wouldn’t want to delve deeper into that guy and the family but it’s definitely up there on the creepy scale.

If they knew he was going to be there then you’d wonder the motives on their part too.

mistersifter

Hope the couple you were babysitting for were at least apologetic about it!

Fair play for keeping your head.

fryup

fryup wrote: »

Don't know about the Maldron in cork but did stay two nights at the Maldron in smithsfield dublin...and was woken two nights running with what sounded like someone in the floor above me slamming the door constantly for a period of about ten minutes, mentioned it at reception and no one knew anything about it??

Bandana boy wrote: »

Probably a headboard !

ha ha :P

but seriously this was definitely a door slamming, no passion involved

the purple tin

Banana Republic. wrote: »

As a previous said you had the presence of kind as someone so young would of been scared stiff and not move at all. The family are as bad tbh. Glad you got out when you did. I wouldn’t want to delve deeper into that guy and the family but it’s definitely up there on the creepy scale.

It is creepy, several things about it.
1. Why did the creepy uncle come straight in the locked door without knocking or ringing the bell?
2. Why would he not just leave when he saw the parents were out for the night, why would he decide to stay in the house with the young babysitter?
3. Why was he offering the girl alcohol and cigarettes, trying to get her drunk?


I think it is very likely that the creepy uncle knew the parents would be out that night and that there would be a young girl there babysitting, so he got half drunk and went with the keys to the house and alcohol for one reason only.:mad: You did very good to keep your wits about you and get out like you did OP.
Like the poster above said, it is even possible that one or both of the parents told him he could come over, like setting it up for him.

I feel sorry for the kids having a creepy f*cker like that in the family, and any other babysitters too.

the purple tin

I love this thread, and it has taught me one thing: Ghosts and demons and other supernatural entities can be scary, but it is flesh and blood people you really have to watch out for. They can be the most dangerous thing going.

Banana Republic.

the purple tin wrote: »

It is creepy, several things about it.
1. Why did the creepy uncle come straight in the locked door without knocking or ringing the bell?
2. Why would he not just leave when he saw the parents were out for the night, why would he decide to stay in the house with the young babysitter?
3. Why was he offering the girl alcohol and cigarettes, trying to get her drunk?


I think it is very likely that the creepy uncle knew the parents would be out that night and that there would be a young girl there babysitting, so he got half drunk and went with the keys to the house and alcohol for one reason only.:mad: You did very good to keep your wits about you and get out like you did OP.
Like the poster above said, it is even possible that one or both of the parents told him he could come over, like setting it up for him.

I feel sorry for the kids having a creepy f*cker like that in the family, and any other babysitters too.

I don’t want to go into it because the girl has suffered a trauma and I don’t think getting into it is going to help anyone. These are the questions that were in my head but felt it didn’t help to have the girl have to delve into it all again.

mistersifter

the purple tin wrote: »

I love this thread, and it has taught me one thing: Ghosts and demons and other supernatural entities can be scary, but it is flesh and blood people you really have to watch out for. They can be the most dangerous thing going.

Deffo.

There is a post early in the thread about a child who was seconds away from being abducted through his bedroom window. It's terrifying.


A more supernatural one of mine from long ago :

one night as a child when I was in bed and still fairly wide awake and facing towards the wall . I felt a very solid tap on my shoulder. I immediately turned around thinking it was my brother messing but checked and he was fast asleep. Freaks me out to this day and I'd be sceptical enough in general. I've heard of other people having similar experiences.

Rick_

Mattdhg wrote: »

I was 18 and out with friends when I decided to skulk off and meet a guy, 24, who was texting me on grindr. I met him in his house on the city outskirts and I felt uncomfortable straight away. He seemed depressed and dirty, he did use real pictures but they were from a better time. Stench of cigarettes and bo off him. I was too shy to back out so I sat down on the couch making ****ty small talk (about my leaving cert of all things) and he went back to his room to plug in his phone so it "wouldnt disturb us". We didnt do much more than kissing when I asked him to get me something from the kitchen, and when he got up I darted for the door. I didnt try to suddenly rush out without saying goodbye because I was scared of him or anything, but because I just felt so overwhelmed I wanted the whole thing to end. I got to the front door and he sprung into the hall behind me asking what I was doing and to come back, I tried to open the door but it was locked. I entered major panic mode because I thought i was gonna be raped and killed, none of my friends even knew where I was. So I started beating the **** out of him and kept screaming for him to open the door, he got a set of keys from a hallway desk and unlocked the door, I was out like a ****ing rabbit. I remember the front gate just being old/stiff on my way in and I was afraid he'd be able to catch up to me before I got past it. I felt like Id never get out. I flung the gate back and legged it.

Something quite similar happened me, got the bus to a town near 20 miles away to meet up with a guy I was chatting to online with the intention of spending an evening with him for a date and staying over if it went well. He definitely looked nothing like the pictures he had showed me. I stupidly stayed and we walked to his house, the place was a disgusting hole and it stank as there were used clothes on the floor and hanging over all the furniture. He opened a can of tuna and tipped it onto the carpet and let the cat eat off the ground. There was a kitchen full of dirty unwashed dishes and utensils which he wanted to use to cook a meal for us. His housemates were dirty (literally) - smelly clothes and dirt under their fingernails. They had been drinking somewhere else but called in to collect more booze from the house before heading out again. This was late in the evening and one was working at 6am as she was the manager of a local McDonald's. Wouldn't have liked to seen the state of her the following morning. That seemed to calm him down for a little while as he was desperate to try and get me to kiss him and I kept resisting and telling him to wait but he wouldn't try it in front of them. They eventually left and then shortly after he went upstairs to get something from his room and I sat there thinking "go, just leave" and felt something on underneath my foot. I looked down and sticking out from under the sofa was a used condom. That was it, I couldn't stand it any more and I bolted for the door. He ran down the stairs after me and I just legged it as fast as I could whilst he was chasing after me. Thankfully an empty taxi was passing by and I stuck my hand out and he stopped, I jumped in and shouted "Go!" and he sped off like something from a cheesy 80's action film. I got missed calls and texts from him for the rest of the evening asking me to come back and what was wrong. Guy was a total weirdo.

the purple tin

PFMC84 wrote: »

Something quite similar happened me, got the bus to a town near 20 miles away to meet up with a guy I was chatting to online with the intention of spending an evening with him for a date and staying over if it went well. He definitely looked nothing like the pictures he had showed me. I stupidly stayed and we walked to his house, the place was a disgusting hole and it stank as there were used clothes on the floor and hanging over all the furniture. He opened a can of tuna and tipped it onto the carpet and let the cat eat off the ground. There was a kitchen full of dirty unwashed dishes and utensils which he wanted to use to cook a meal for us. His housemates were dirty (literally) - smelly clothes and dirt under their fingernails. They had been drinking somewhere else but called in to collect more booze from the house before heading out again. This was late in the evening and one was working at 6am as she was the manager of a local McDonald's. Wouldn't have liked to seen the state of her the following morning. That seemed to calm him down for a little while as he was desperate to try and get me to kiss him and I kept resisting and telling him to wait but he wouldn't try it in front of them. They eventually left and then shortly after he went upstairs to get something from his room and I sat there thinking "go, just leave" and felt something on underneath my foot. I looked down and sticking out from under the sofa was a used condom. That was it, I couldn't stand it any more and I bolted for the door. He ran down the stairs after me and I just legged it as fast as I could whilst he was chasing after me. Thankfully an empty taxi was passing by and I stuck my hand out and he stopped, I jumped in and shouted "Go!" and he sped off like something from a cheesy 80's action film. I got missed calls and texts from him for the rest of the evening asking me to come back and what was wrong. Guy was a total weirdo.

Yeuck! That sounds like the time Ross got lucky with a beautiful girl in Friends. When she took him home her place was an absolute tip, just like you described that place. I think he killed her pet rat.

Hoofball

I'm definitely not religious or a major believer in the paranormal but I do think there are somethings that we just can't explain.

This happened a good few years ago. My partners father passed away during the night and we were both with him at the time. We went to his house later that morning, his wife had died years before he did, to start sorting things out for the undertakers. We had been in a couple of rooms making sure everything was locked up and then we went into the room where he would have spent most of his time. Turned on the light and after a minute it started to flicker and I just thought ah crap the bulb is going to blow and I don't have any with me. The house is quite old, maybe 150 years old at least, so I thought it could be the wiring as well.

I don't know why but I just said out loud "John (the man who just passed away), is that you, if it is flash the light three times." The bulb came on fully for a minute and then flashed/flickered distinctly three times. I asked if he was OK to flash the bulb three times again and it did it again. A minute later I asked was he with his wife and it flickered again three times. This wasn't a constant flickering once I started asking questions, it only flickered when I asked a question. My own missus was freaking out at this stage and ran out of the room and went upstairs.

As soon as she left the room the bulb flashed, went off and stayed off. I thought then it was just a bad bulb and laughed at myself. A few minutes later my wife came back downstairs and as soon as she came into the room the bulb flickered, came on and stayed on. We left fairly sharpish then. The exact same bulb is still working there now years later, we're in the house very rarely, and we don't ask any more questions. Looking back it gave my wife a little bit of comfort but it was definitely strange and unnerving at the time.

Rick_

the purple tin wrote: »

Yeuck! That sounds like the time Ross got lucky with a beautiful girl in Friends. When she took him home her place was an absolute tip, just like you described that place. I think he killed her pet rat.

Ha! Right enough!

Another freaky thing has popped back in my mind thanks to the post above (names changed, you never know who's reading this - hopefully it makes sense). This didn't happen to me but one of my best friends.

My friend (Mary) had a son (Paul) who was disabled and died when he was 6, and there was a small private funeral. Years later, another of my friends (Emily - who was at the funeral with me) went to a fortune teller/clairvoyant's house about 30 miles away with a group of girls for a bit of fun. The woman there said to Emily that she was getting a message for her from one of her ex's saying hello. None of her former partners were deceased to her knowledge, but there was a private joke between her and Mary that Paul was her boyfriend (as saying this to Paul made him laugh/smile, which was the only real way he could communicate). The clairvoyant then told Emily that Paul was thankful that she had held and released a red balloon for him at his funeral as it was his favourite colour and the colour of his favourite football team. He then asked why she didn't stay until the very end. Emily did not want to watch Paul being lowered into the ground as she found it too sad and emotional and turned away when that part happened.

Emily was completely freaked out that this random woman was able to tell her such specifics, especially since there was no way she was connected to anyone in her social circle, and certainly wouldn't have been at the funeral or known such specific details like the boyfriend/girlfriend nicknames which was a private thing that no-one knew about but the 3 of them. I consider all of those fortune teller type people to be full of sh*t, but this one was bizarrely on the money.

corner of hells

A friend of mine told me this story recently, it's not particularly creepy, but would make the hairs on your neck stand up.

His grand aunt was a nurse in an Army type hospital in the UK during WW2 when one winters night an American bomber crashed near the where she was based.
She was on shift when three of the injured were brought in , two were horribly burned and the other was badly injured from the impact.
She attended to the two burn victims throughout her shift ,, but all three died within 24 hrs or so.All were young men with it upsetting her terribly.

She passed away in her eighties about 20 years ago and was buried in her local town. One wintery afternoon, some of family were visiting her grave shortly after she died and as they approached the graveside , they could see three figures in the distance walking further into the cemetery.
As they reached her grave , the three figures turned, with one giving a friendly wave from maybe 20 metres away before seemingly wandering off.
.All three were young men , dressed in what looked like air crew uniforms from WW2.

Airyfairy12

This ones a bit stupid but I found it really weird and creepy at the time.
Many moons ago when I started seeing my first serious boyfriend, while at home one day I put my hand into the pocket of my jeans and pulled out this tiny little photo of him that was cut into the shape of a love heart, looked like it had come out of a locket or something. I had no idea where it came from and felt like an absolute weirdo for having it as we had only started seeing each other so I rolled it up and threw it into the stove.
A couple of weeks later I was looking for shampoo before going to take a shower, I opened the press door and sitting on the shelf was this same little picture of my boyfriend that id thrown away weeks before.
To this day I have no idea how I ended up with it or where it came from.

Rick_

I think it was the boyfriend hiding them around the place on you, in some weird psychological "remember that you love me and you can't leave me" kinda thing!

Banana Republic.

PFMC84 wrote: »

Something quite similar happened me, got the bus to a town near 20 miles away to meet up with a guy I was chatting to online with the intention of spending an evening with him for a date and staying over if it went well. He definitely looked nothing like the pictures he had showed me. I stupidly stayed and we walked to his house, the place was a disgusting hole and it stank as there were used clothes on the floor and hanging over all the furniture. He opened a can of tuna and tipped it onto the carpet and let the cat eat off the ground. There was a kitchen full of dirty unwashed dishes and utensils which he wanted to use to cook a meal for us. His housemates were dirty (literally) - smelly clothes and dirt under their fingernails. They had been drinking somewhere else but called in to collect more booze from the house before heading out again. This was late in the evening and one was working at 6am as she was the manager of a local McDonald's. Wouldn't have liked to seen the state of her the following morning. That seemed to calm him down for a little while as he was desperate to try and get me to kiss him and I kept resisting and telling him to wait but he wouldn't try it in front of them. They eventually left and then shortly after he went upstairs to get something from his room and I sat there thinking "go, just leave" and felt something on underneath my foot. I looked down and sticking out from under the sofa was a used condom. That was it, I couldn't stand it any more and I bolted for the door. He ran down the stairs after me and I just legged it as fast as I could whilst he was chasing after me. Thankfully an empty taxi was passing by and I stuck my hand out and he stopped, I jumped in and shouted "Go!" and he sped off like something from a cheesy 80's action film. I got missed calls and texts from him for the rest of the evening asking me to come back and what was wrong. Guy was a total weirdo.

That is rancid behavior, us normal guys must have some chance if yolks like that can get a date lol but in all seriousness they all sounded foul and one of them was a manager in Maccy D’s hate to be eating from that place. The cheek of him to ring and text after, some ppl are on a different planet, the gut instinct is 99% right everyone.

cazzer22

" the gut instinct is 99% right everyone.[/quote]

Totally agree with above post. If you haven't read "The Gift of Fear" by Gavin De Becker, I would highly recommend. It is an amazing read and is all about trusting our gut instincts. So true. Glad you got out of that situation, your gut was advising you for a reason. Horrible situation to find yourself in.

the purple tin

Banana Republic. wrote: »

That is rancid behavior, us normal guys must have some chance if yolks like that can get a date lol but in all seriousness they all sounded foul and one of them was a manager in Maccy D’s hate to be eating from that place. The cheek of him to ring and text after, some ppl are on a different planet, the gut instinct is 99% right everyone.

It is weird but there are people with great jobs and careers that seem normal who live like absolute pigs. My cousin was movinng into a house that had been rented for years by a woman with quite a high up job in hse, single woman. The house when he looked at it was just disgusting, you'd see cleaner crack dens he said. LL had to get professional cleaners in to set it straight. You would wonder had she mental health issues or alcoholic maybe?

also I lived with a guy years back in a houseshare who had a great job, he was a decent enough guy but he never flushed the toilet after himself, pee or poo. Not what you want to see first thinh in the morning :eek:

Airyfairy12

PFMC84 wrote: »

I think it was the boyfriend hiding them around the place on you, in some weird psychological "remember that you love me and you can't leave me" kinda thing!

Haha I doubt it, it was the exact same picture that I found both times and he hadnt been in my house by this stage, we had only started going out and still living with our parents at the time, I hadnt introduced him yet.

the purple tin

Airyfairy12 wrote: »

Haha I doubt it, it was the exact same picture that I found both times and he hadnt been in my house by this stage, we had only started going out and still living with our parents at the time, I hadnt introduced him yet.

Was the stove lit when you threw the photo in?

Airyfairy12

the purple tin wrote: »

Was the stove lit when you threw the photo in?

No it wasnt but I rolled it up fairly tight and covered it after I threw it in, it would have been filthy dirt with soot. When I found it a second time there wasnt a mark or a crease on it.

Why would someone dig it out of the stove - It was tiny, clean it up and put it on a shelf in a random press outside the bathroom? Just seems odd that someone would do that.

the purple tin

Airyfairy12 wrote: »

No it wasnt but I rolled it up fairly tight and covered it after I threw it in, it would have been filthy dirt with soot. When I found it a second time there wasnt a mark or a crease on it.

Why would someone dig it out of the stove - It was tiny, clean it up and put it on a shelf in a random press outside the bathroom? Just seems odd that someone would do that.

That is weird. Had the BF been in your house at this stage?