Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

NSAman

RoadhouseBlues wrote: »

My sister took the picture with her phone. She was looking out the back of the bus. It looks like there is a face in the bottom right corner. I thought it looked strange. Not scary but just strange.

Is your sister called Rosa by any chance?..;)

bottlebrush

MonkieSocks wrote: »

:eek: Is this what you spotted?

I also see somebody in that pic wearing an off the shoulder white lace top or dress

RoadhouseBlues

MonkieSocks wrote: »

:eek: Is this what you spotted?

Aye that's it.

RoadhouseBlues

NSAman wrote: »

Is your sister called Rosa by any chance?..;)

You fecker:). And yes. It was Parked:)

RoadhouseBlues

bottlebrush wrote: »

I also see somebody in that pic wearing an off the shoulder white lace top or dress

I can't see that myself. But I can clearly see eyes, nose and a mouth. It doesn't look frightening though. To me it just looks like someone looking in the window.

kilkenny12

RoadhouseBlues wrote: »

I can't see that myself. But I can clearly see eyes, nose and a mouth. It doesn't look frightening though. To me it just looks like someone looking in the window.

Reflection of the bus seat is all I see to be honest

RoadhouseBlues

kilkenny12 wrote: »

Reflection of the bus seat is all I see to be honest

Maybe that's all it is. Thanks for taking a look at it anyway:)

I used to live with a schizophrenic that was off his medication, was sanctioned but the landlord let back when the guy discharged himself early. That was an, er, interesting time. Never felt anger towards him, because I knew it was the disorder he had, but still was genuinely unnerving.

qwerty1991

Ok here is my contribution, sorry for it being so long! I found it terrifying but I dont know will anyone else!

I live in a very quiet apartment block in the city centre with my boyfriend. We are on the third floor and it is very secure. You need to get through two doors with 2 separate keys just to get into the building. The actual apartment door has 2 different locks, one at the handle where the lock is normally and another one near the floor. Now if one of us is at home we never lock the apartment, but simply put the chain on the door. we do this because there is nearly always one of us at home and its just easier than locking up properly as we just unchain the door to let the other in when they get home. The walls are really thin in the building so if anyone on our floor leaves or is in the hallway we can hear them perfectly if our living room door is open. Doesn't cause any issues as it is a quiet apartment complex.

One night I was in the living room waiting for my boyfriend to finish work. It was 10.30pm and he want due home until just before 1am. I was lying in the living room with the door open so I was looking directly at the door chained closed. Suddenly the door was opened forcefully but the chain was obviously stopping it from opening properly, so it only opened about 3 inches. I sat up and stared at the door an the first thought that came to me was that my boyfriend finished work early but I quickly realized that wasn't it as he always called me on leaving so I had a rough idea of when exactly he would be home and also I heard no one approaching.

After about 10 seconds (but it felt like a lifetime) whoever was out there started to knock on the open door. Just a knock, then a second's silence, then a knock. This went on for about 20 minutes with whoever was out there intermittently scratching the door too. i was sat, frozen and petrified on my sofa staring at the door. i was too afraid to cross the room to get my phone. I briefly contemplated screaming for my neighbors but knew that all whoever was on the other side of that door was give it one strong push and the chain would break and he could get into me a lot faster than a neighbour could. The hallway outside was lit and I could see that from the gap in the door but whoever was out there made sure that I could not see them at all.

This was the longest 20 minutes of my life, it felt like hours. I could hardly breathe from fear and there were tears streaming down my face. I was praying in my head that an annoyed neighbour would come out to investigate the noise. Then it stopped. Just all of a sudden. I didnt hear anything, footsteps retreating or anything. The door remained open on the chain. But I didnt move, I couldnt as I was too afraid that whoever or whatever was out there and waiting for me to approach the door. I stayed like this until 12.50 when my boyfriend came u to the door at 12.50am and asked why was it open. I have never been so relieved in my entire life and let him in whilst I cried in relief and fear.

When I told him he was so angry as he thought it was teenagers who broke in playing a prank. We went to the management company the next day and after much begging, said they would review some cctv footage. There is one camera facing the main entrance so they can see who enters or leaves. However not one soul entered the apartment building in the hour and a half before my ordeal. They did catch one person leaving around the time the noise at my door stopped but they only got the back of his head as he was leaving the building. It was a very tall man with a long black coat and black trousers. They reviewed the footage pf the entire day so they could see what time he entered the building but he never did and they didnt recognize him as a tenant.

Since this event we both always lock the door with both locks AND the chain, no matter what! I have also had nightmares of the door opening on the chain and people sticking their arms in through the gaps and also of strange looking men staring in at me through the gaps grinning. This story probably isnt as scary or supernatural as many of the others but properly freaked me out and has stayed with me since. I dont believe the man was a supernatural being or anything but when did he enter the apartment complex and what was he doing at my door and creeping around??

RonanP77

qwerty1991 wrote:

Since this event we both always lock the door with both locks AND the chain, no matter what! I have also had nightmares of the door opening on the chain and people sticking their arms in through the gaps and also of strange looking men staring in at me through the gaps grinning. This story probably isnt as scary or supernatural as many of the others but properly freaked me out and has stayed with me since. I dont believe the man was a supernatural being or anything but when did he enter the apartment complex and what was he doing at my door and creeping around??

I actually found your story scarier than a lot of others. The fact that you had to sit there in that kind of fear for so long.........That would be a horrible experience.

Rhys Essien

Deleted User wrote: »

I used to live with a schizophrenic that was off his medication, was sanctioned but the landlord let back when the guy discharged himself early. That was an, er, interesting time. Never felt anger towards him, because I knew it was the disorder he had, but still was genuinely unnerving.

You reminded me of one actually.Years back living in an apartment block,one night out of the blue this weird freaky song starts blaring coming from the apartment next door.Didnt have a clue who was living there.It was on loop and went on for hours still playing about 4am when going to bed.I thought someone drank a bottle of whiskey and just conked out.The exact same thing happened about 3 months later.Then about a year later I was watching an old horror movie when the weird freaky song came on in the film.It was the theme tune of PSYCHO.

Your friend probably moved in.

Deleted User

Deleted User wrote: »

I used to live with a schizophrenic that was off his medication, was sanctioned but the landlord let back when the guy discharged himself early. That was an, er, interesting time. Never felt anger towards him, because I knew it was the disorder he had, but still was genuinely unnerving.

Yeah, had a friend who had issues and used to crawl onto the flat roof of his bedsit and start talking to aliens insisting that his earth parents had stolen him from them. It was bizarre.

We didn't really understand schizophrenia when we were 18. When I say friend, I mean fellow I met on registration day at UCC and kinda drifted away from after a few parties. Sometimes wonder what became of him.

mudstack

A guy at work told me this one about his brother in law. He's not really the kind for ghost stories either.

His brother in law moved to a new house in a rural(ish) area. His young daughter would tell her mother she could see a face in the light in her room from time to time. The kid wasn't spooked or anything and the mother passed it off as the kids imagination.
They were visiting a neighbour around the same time when the daughter pointed at a photo on a cabinet and said "That's the boy from the light". Turns out the person in the picture was a brother of the neighbour who had been killed in a motorbike accident near the brother in law's house.

ShaneCliff

Not my stories per say, but my familys.

My grand uncle, John, went to London years back to work on building sites. He was known for his wicked temper and would fly into a rage if provoked for long enough. He was constantly harassed by a local worker on one of the sights calling him "thick Paddy" etc. One day he finally had enough, and flew into a rage and grabbed the nearest object to him to hit yer man over the head with. It turned out to be a hammer, and just before he hit him over the head he heard his dead mother speaking to him clear as day, as if she was standing beside him. He would have easily killed him. It scared the life out of him, he walked off the site there and then, and as far as I remember never went back!

My uncle was overtaken by a lunatic on a motorbike 2 months ago, on a desperate stretch of road.
15 minutes later he found the bikers body slumped against a wall and his head with helmet attached 10 feet down the road. He clipped the back of a lorry trying to overtake and crashed into the wall.

ShaneCliff

I've more only to remember them...

My Mom's friend, went with her husband to a psychic during the Rose of Tralee?? in the late 90's just to kill a bit of time/see what nonsense she had to say. They both went in at the same time to get their fortunes told, but the psychic point blank refused to tell her husband his fortune.

Her husband died about 8 years later, still a very young man, so she went back to the psychic to see could she actually tell the future or was this just incredible chance. The gist of the convo is the psychic said she knew he would die shortly into their marriage but what good would it do them in knowing. Freaky...

DareGod

qwerty1991 wrote: »

Ok here is my contribution, sorry for it being so long! I found it terrifying but I dont know will anyone else!

I live in a very quiet apartment block in the city centre...

Just gonna get up and close my living room window now......

NoCrackHaving

Quite a recent one for me. I was living in a duplex flatshare with three others, no way of locking any of the bedroom doors. The flatmates included one guy (lets call him John) who I got on with relatively speaking, wouldn't say we were pals or anything but would have a chat over a cup of tea etc. but my girlfriend found incredibly creepy and weird and refused to be in the same room as him alone. He'd never done or said anything to her but she just got bad vibes off him for whatever reason.

Anyway, one day he vanished without a word to any of us, didn't think much of it for a few days as we weren't particularly close in the flat, so people would go on holidays etc. without telling the others unless it was for a long period of time. Anyway, eventually we realised no one had seen or heard from this guy in about 2 or 3 weeks (not answering his phone etc.) and beginning to think we should notify the police. So we said we'd give him one more night and ring in the morning.

Then, that night about 3 or 4 in the morning I heard the front door being opened and John going into his room. Also, heard some conversation with another flatmate coming from the bathroom so definately was him so thought no more of it and tried going back to sleep.

Unable to nod off and then about half an hour later hear John's door open and footsteps coming up the stairs. My girlfriend has also woken up at this stage and is about to go to the toilet but I just get a bad feeling and grab her and tell her not to make a sound. The footsteps come to a stop right outside my door and then silence for about 15 minutes. Then, the handle starts turning and door begins to creak open before stopping and closing again. Then another 10 minutes of silence before he walks back downstairs and out of the flat not to return.

When I came home from work the next day, his room was cleared out and he'd ****ed off without any explanation to the landlord.

Gives me the shivers just thinking about it.

Lingua Franca

Rhys Essien wrote: »

You reminded me of one actually.Years back living in an apartment block,one night out of the blue this weird freaky song starts blaring coming from the apartment next door....It was on loop and went on for hours still playing about 4am when going to bed....It was the theme tune of PSYCHO.

Someone fell asleep with the Psycho DVD in the DVD player and you had to listen to the main menu music, most likely.

Menas

The death thing is probably the creepiest thing that happens to me. Being with a loved one in the hour or so after they have died. Touching the last of their warmth.
You can almost feel the memories of your life with them...sad but uplifting at the same time.

I dont really believe in the afterlife, but there is something creepy/odd/nice about that hour with a person just after they have died.

So I feel like I should go into detail about what happened with that housemate. Again it's important to stress that I have no ill will towards him, but the whole experience was crazy. This is a pretty long post so a TL;DR; would be, crazy guy does crazy things.

When he first moved in, he seemed fine. I should probably say that the landlord, who if I could even remember his name I would name and shame him, moved this guy in without notifying any of my housemates.

He was a bit older than us - we would have been early-to-mid 20s; a student house, really, and he was closer to 40s. Nothing wrong with that, we often tried to socialise with him, but never happened.

After a few weeks of him living there, he started to seem very odd. Staying in his room fully. He would sit in the kitchen for hours, not moving, in the pitch black. Once my housemates were sat around the kitchen table and he comes in, stands on the table, and stays still for a good ten minutes.

All pretty awkward stuff, but the unnerving times was when he would follow me around the house. The guy was a very heavy walker and his room was in a converted attic. You could hear him walking down his stairs (thump thump thump) and down the hallway (thump thump thump), but then he'd stop just outside my bedroom door and just stand there. Not moving. Minutes would pass and then thump thump thump. He would walk around so loudly and play music at full blast at 3 in the morning. His whole behaviour was extremely erratic.

We would tell the landlord how uncomfortable we were, but it would fall on deaf ears.

Anyway he was sanctioned around Christmas time. I came home late from college and my housemates called me into the sitting room, telling me something odd was happening, that the psychologist was in the kitchen with his brother. Next thing we see is flashing lights outside and there's a cop car and an ambulance. Apparently the guy hadn't been talking to his family and they were worried. The paramedics go up to his room with the cops and after a few minutes of him refusing to leave, he was taken away sedated in a wheelchair.

It was bliss for a few days and then we get the idea to go into his room. It was locked so I try my bedroom key. It opens. This terrifies me as, of course, it means he has access to my room too. So we get in and there's mess everywhere; his sheets are stained and it's obvious he wasn't getting up to go to the toilet, there were dirty dishes that had been there for weeks and he was cooking food in his room, there were post-it notes about him listening to us behind doors to us talking about him and others telling himself to calm down. And then we found the video camera, in the middle of the room.

I don't know why we watched it, but we did.

The tape was about 40 minutes long and it was of him shaving, brushing his teeth, and then the rest of it was him.. Dancing. But more standing still and banging his head about.

Two weeks later he was back. The landlord let him return despite his knowing what happened.

For about two weeks he was fine, until he caused huge damage to the house by flooding it, during which he threatened to kill me, that I was abusing him and he was calling the cops .. I'll never forget the crazed look in his eyes, the fact was wearing boxers over tracksuit bottoms. My housemates room was destroyed, my room was wet but not damaged, the roof in the sitting room was slanting with the water damage.

Finally the landlord comes out, kicks him out of the house, and then calls the cops. This time the guy leaves willingly.

I haven't seen or heard anything about him since and I really do hope he received the help he needed. I just wish I remembered the landlord's name.

pipelaser

Was travelling in Jordan with two friends a week ago. Arrived at a Dead Sea Hotel(a bit cheap and out of the way) late in the evening unexpectedly after being held up earlier in the day.
We didn't have long at the Dead Sea so I was eager to get out early and down to the water, about 300m away and out of sight from the hotel, early from 7am. I was the only one from the resort(which was pretty remote) in the sea, completely alone, and was enjoying it.
I began to wonder after two hours why no one else from the hotel showed.
My mind wandered to the scenario that people in the hotel had been held up by insurgents or something... and what would I do if I saw them comingðŸ˜...etc, just day dreaming. I continued swimming, a little further out.
A few minutes later, I see a pickup, with two guys in army uniforms in the front, and another uniformed guy, manning an automatic machine gun mounted on top of the pickup marauding down the hill towards me! After my daydream I think I'm dead in the water!
They stop at the water and beckon me to get out, for the first time in Jordan, no one speaks English. One guy just keeps saying "Entree" "Entree", and pointing at the water. I'm not really sure if he want me to go back in. Total communication breakdown. I'm wondering if they're referring to something happening with Israel, which is only a few miles away. I'm getting worried, not only do they look like they're not leaving without me but the fact that they can't speak English means they're uneducated(everyone learns English in school there)and the the general cut of them is bad, they look like proper sly bastards.
They beckon me into the jeep, I'm in the back with the guy with the machine gun, now in his arms....
I ask and gesticulate, "Where?" as we drive. He twice puts his wrists together making the handcuffs sign.... Only my refusal to believe keeps me calm, I'm looking through the glass into the guys in the front trying to pick up a smile or a funny look, hoping that they're taking the piss....
We drive by the hotel, into the dunes, now I'm really ****ting myself.
They then make a U-Turn, back toward the hotel and call out the guy at the gate- he goes and gets the manager, I show him my room card, they beckon me out of the jeep, a little stunned! They're still not laughing.
Hotel manager tells me not to swim to the right of the bollards in the water. I go back to the sea!

I later ask the Hotel management to make it a policy to warn guests about the bollards. It makes sense.

qo2cj1dsne8y4k

What?

DeadHand

This is still the best thread I've read on AH.

This is still the best post.

Aciiiiiiiiiiid wrote: »

ONE TIME I WAS HITCHING FOR A LIFT HOME AT NIGHT AND A CAR PULLED IN ABOUT 10 FEET AHEAD THEN I WALKED UP AND OPENED THE PASSENGER DOOR AND THERE WAS A SKELETON DRIVING THE CAR

FouxDaFaFa

pipelaser wrote: »

Was travelling in Jordan with two friends a week ago. Arrived at a Dead Sea Hotel(a bit cheap and out of the way) late in the evening unexpectedly after being held up earlier in the day.
We didn't have long at the Dead Sea so I was eager to get out early and down to the water, about 300m away and out of sight from the hotel, early from 7am. I was the only one from the resort(which was pretty remote) in the sea, completely alone, and was enjoying it.
I began to wonder after two hours why no one else from the hotel showed.
My mind wandered to the scenario that people in the hotel had been held up by insurgents or something... and what would I do if I saw them comingðŸ˜...etc, just day dreaming. I continued swimming, a little further out.
A few minutes later, I see a pickup, with two guys in army uniforms in the front, and another uniformed guy, manning an automatic machine gun mounted on top of the pickup marauding down the hill towards me! After my daydream I think I'm dead in the water!
They stop at the water and beckon me to get out, for the first time in Jordan, no one speaks English. One guy just keeps saying "Entree" "Entree", and pointing at the water.

I'm assuming what happened was the lads saw you in the sea unusually early and assumed you hadn't paid for access. (The hotels charge for access to the Dead Sea). My guess is after the bollards would count as another area of the beach, with another hotel being owed the fees. Or the lads were just chancing their arm hoping you'd pay them but you not understanding what was happening put an end to that. As for why they were decked out with guns, they have armed checkpoints along that stretch of road. When I was there my driver got a speeding ticket at one of the checkpoints. We're just not used to that in Ireland and immediately assume something is wrong when you see armed guards. Hope you enjoyed your trip apart from that, Jordan is great.

MRnotlob606

Deleted User wrote: »

So I feel like I should go into detail about what happened with that housemate. Again it's important to stress that I have no ill will towards him, but the whole experience was crazy. This is a pretty long post so a TL;DR; would be, crazy guy does crazy things.

When he first moved in, he seemed fine. I should probably say that the landlord, who if I could even remember his name I would name and shame him, moved this guy in without notifying any of my housemates.

He was a bit older than us - we would have been early-to-mid 20s; a student house, really, and he was closer to 40s. Nothing wrong with that, we often tried to socialise with him, but never happened.

After a few weeks of him living there, he started to seem very odd. Staying in his room fully. He would sit in the kitchen for hours, not moving, in the pitch black. Once my housemates were sat around the kitchen table and he comes in, stands on the table, and stays still for a good ten minutes.

All pretty awkward stuff, but the unnerving times was when he would follow me around the house. The guy was a very heavy walker and his room was in a converted attic. You could hear him walking down his stairs (thump thump thump) and down the hallway (thump thump thump), but then he'd stop just outside my bedroom door and just stand there. Not moving. Minutes would pass and then thump thump thump. He would walk around so loudly and play music at full blast at 3 in the morning. His whole behaviour was extremely erratic.

We would tell the landlord how uncomfortable we were, but it would fall on deaf ears.

Anyway he was sanctioned around Christmas time. I came home late from college and my housemates called me into the sitting room, telling me something odd was happening, that the psychologist was in the kitchen with his brother. Next thing we see is flashing lights outside and there's a cop car and an ambulance. Apparently the guy hadn't been talking to his family and they were worried. The paramedics go up to his room with the cops and after a few minutes of him refusing to leave, he was taken away sedated in a wheelchair.

It was bliss for a few days and then we get the idea to go into his room. It was locked so I try my bedroom key. It opens. This terrifies me as, of course, it means he has access to my room too. So we get in and there's mess everywhere; his sheets are stained and it's obvious he wasn't getting up to go to the toilet, there were dirty dishes that had been there for weeks and he was cooking food in his room, there were post-it notes about him listening to us behind doors to us talking about him and others telling himself to calm down. And then we found the video camera, in the middle of the room.

I don't know why we watched it, but we did.

The tape was about 40 minutes long and it was of him shaving, brushing his teeth, and then the rest of it was him.. Dancing. But more standing still and banging his head about.

Two weeks later he was back. The landlord let him return despite his knowing what happened.

For about two weeks he was fine, until he caused huge damage to the house by flooding it, during which he threatened to kill me, that I was abusing him and he was calling the cops .. I'll never forget the crazed look in his eyes, the fact was wearing boxers over tracksuit bottoms. My housemates room was destroyed, my room was wet but not damaged, the roof in the sitting room was slanting with the water damage.

Finally the landlord comes out, kicks him out of the house, and then calls the cops. This time the guy leaves willingly.

I haven't seen or heard anything about him since and I really do hope he received the help he needed. I just wish I remembered the landlord's name.

That is genuinely one of the creepiest things I have read on this thread.

glenjamin

Fcuking love this thread!

This happened to a mate of mine a few years back.

My mate has always been into travelling and on this voyage he was with his girlfriend at the time somewhere in Asia.

They had booked themselves into a hotel/hostel for the night and went out to the balcony to have a smoke. On the balcony next to theirs was an Italian fella having a smoke or just admiring the view. My mate, being the chatty lad he is, started up a conversation with him. He said the Italian guy was nice, and had even gone as far to write out a recipe for him for some Italian dish. After chatting for a while my mate and his girlfriend decided to go off to get something to eat and has asked the Italian guy if he wanted to come too. He politely declined so off they went.

Later that night when they were in bed they were awoken from the noise of scratching coming from the room next to theirs. The Italians. This continued for a few minutes and my mate considered going next door to investigate but for whatever reason decided not too. Eventually the noise ceased and they went back asleep.

Early the next morning there was a knock at the door. My mate answered it and it was the hotel security and the police. They told him that the man next door has committed suicide by hanging himself in his wardrobe and if they had heard anything. My mate gave a statement and told him about speaking with the man the evening prior and the noises he heard the night before. Those noises were the Italian guy clawing at the wall as he struggled for air before finally passing out and dying. Chances are him and his girlfriend were the last two people to see and speak to the man alive before he ended his life.

fleet_admiral

The weirdest thing happened to me today in work and I still cant get my head around it.
Its like I lost an hour, an hour and ten minutes to be exact.
I was doing prep for a soup and looked at the clock, it was bang on 1 o clock. I got an order in for a sandwich and got that done in 2 minutes then returned to the prep. I looked at the clock again and it was ten past 2.
Im literally baffled as to where the hour and 10 went. I retraced everything and cant get my head around it. The prep was exactly as I left it to do the sandwich, which as I already said, took me 2 minutes to do. But just over an hour cant be accounted for

Mint Aero

fleet_admiral wrote: »

The weirdest thing happened to me today in work and I still cant get my head around it.
Its like I lost an hour, an hour and ten minutes to be exact.
I was doing prep for a soup and looked at the clock, it was bang on 1 o clock. I got an order in for a sandwich and got that done in 2 minutes then returned to the prep. I looked at the clock again and it was ten past 2.
Im literally baffled as to where the hour and 10 went. I retraced everything and cant get my head around it. The prep was exactly as I left it to do the sandwich, which as I already said, took me 2 minutes to do. But just over an hour cant be accounted for

Is it one of them wifi clock things? Maybe it was behind time and was winding itself around and was on one when you glanced at it.

fleet_admiral

Mint Aero wrote: »

Is it one of them wifi clock things? Maybe it was behind time and was winding itself around and was on one when you glanced at it.

No, a standard wall clock. As well as that I had stuff in the oven and timings in my head in relation to pots I had on ect...

The hour is lost

Ice Storm

glenjamin wrote: »

Early the next morning there was a knock at the door. My mate answered it and it was the hotel security and the police. They told him that the man next door has committed suicide by hanging himself in his wardrobe and if they had heard anything. My mate gave a statement and told him about speaking with the man the evening prior and the noises he heard the night before. Those noises were the Italian guy clawing at the wall as he struggled for air before finally passing out and dying. Chances are him and his girlfriend were the last two people to see and speak to the man alive before he ended his life.

This reminds me of the beginning of the book / film The Beach, but with a recipe instead of a map.

pipelaser

FouxDaFaFa wrote: »

I'm assuming what happened was the lads saw you in the sea unusually early and assumed you hadn't paid for access. (The hotels charge for access to the Dead Sea). My guess is after the bollards would count as another area of the beach, with another hotel being owed the fees. Or the lads were just chancing their arm hoping you'd pay them but you not understanding what was happening put an end to that. As for why they were decked out with guns, they have armed checkpoints along that stretch of road. When I was there my driver got a speeding ticket at one of the checkpoints. We're just not used to that in Ireland and immediately assume something is wrong when you see armed guards. Hope you enjoyed your trip apart from that, Jordan is great.

I was used to the guns, just the way everything unfolded, it's like I visualised it before it happened!
I was a bit stupid to swim outside the bollards, cant believe the Hotel in not telling us.
Jordan is an amazing country, the people are generous almost to a fault! I'm a true supporter of Jordan now!

glenjamin

Ice Storm wrote: »

This reminds me of the beginning of the book / film The Beach, but with a recipe instead of a map.

Never copped that myself, and I've seen the film. Just going by what my mate told me. I doubt he'd make up a suicide story just for a few gasps.

RonanP77

fleet_admiral wrote:

The weirdest thing happened to me today in work and I still cant get my head around it. Its like I lost an hour, an hour and ten minutes to be exact. I was doing prep for a soup and looked at the clock, it was bang on 1 o clock. I got an order in for a sandwich and got that done in 2 minutes then returned to the prep. I looked at the clock again and it was ten past 2. Im literally baffled as to where the hour and 10 went. I retraced everything and cant get my head around it. The prep was exactly as I left it to do the sandwich, which as I already said, took me 2 minutes to do. But just over an hour cant be accounted for

I just feel sorry for the lad that had to wait for an hour and twelve minutes fir hus sandwich.

IvyTheTerrible

fleet_admiral wrote: »

The weirdest thing happened to me today in work and I still cant get my head around it.
Its like I lost an hour, an hour and ten minutes to be exact.
I was doing prep for a soup and looked at the clock, it was bang on 1 o clock. I got an order in for a sandwich and got that done in 2 minutes then returned to the prep. I looked at the clock again and it was ten past 2.
Im literally baffled as to where the hour and 10 went. I retraced everything and cant get my head around it. The prep was exactly as I left it to do the sandwich, which as I already said, took me 2 minutes to do. But just over an hour cant be accounted for

Petit mal seizure? Narcolepsy?

deise08

Have you noticed any strange marks on your body?
Or heard of any cows disappearing around you?

MRnotlob606

MRnotlob606 wrote: »

That is genuinely one of the creepiest things I have read on this thread.

That whole thing was just creepy.

I got back from doing an internship after college and noticed there was a puddle of water at the bottom of the stairs. Brown muddy water. It's during RAG week and I figure maybe someone got a little drunk and muddy - not all that unexpected. I walk up the stairs and there's puddles of water everywhere. I put my ear to the door of my roommate's door and I can hear dripping - they had an en suite and I thought they were in the shower, so I stand there for a few seconds to see if I can hear anything else, and then I go into my room and there's dripping there, but I've no idea from where. It's dark so I turn on my light - FZZZZZZ BANG - the water was dripping through the light and the bulb explodes, completely shattering.

Next thing I know I hear a voice calling from the attic, "it wasn't me. I didn't do it". I call back, "didn't do what? what happened?".

He then runs down his stairs and confronts me in the hallway- his eyes are completely manic, his movements are completely erratic and all over the place, he's got his boxers over his tracksuit pants, with one sock on his foot and the other on his hand.

He says that it's all my fault, that I'm abusing him, that he's got a blackbelt in judo and will kill me. He runs back upstairs and I go into the kitchen and grab a knife, before going into my room and locking the door. I'm well aware that he can open my door and I don't know if he's figured it out. After what we saw in his room and his sheer amount of paranoia about the housemates, I'm terrified.

I call the landlord, tell him that the house is flooded, but I explain how it might have been the pipes freezing. I say it loud enough for the guy to hear, so he doesn't get angry and come into my room. The landlord is saying, sure, I'll be out tomorrow. I tell him that he needs to come out soon and he says, tomorrow.. tomorrow.

Then I call my housemate, who is on the way home from work. I tell him to get back as soon as he can. He gets into his room and there's a huge hole in the roof. The ground is absolutely drenched and the mattress and bed clothing are destroyed.

He's fuming and I have to hold him back, because he wants to destroy the guy. He calls the landlord and screams at him to come here now, which he does a few hours after, bringing a plumber with him - we still don't know what caused it. It might have been the pipes, it was during a winter where this was happening frequently.

The plumber goes up into the attic and into the guy's en suite. There is absolutely nothing wrong with the pipes. It turns out that what the guy had been doing is filling up buckets of water and throwing it on the ground, filling up buckets and throwing it on the ground. For weeks, probably, everyday.

The landlord calls the guy's brother, who comes out and the first question he asks is, "did you call the cops?" When we say that we hadn't, he asks us, "why not?" He calls them himself and they arrive shortly after, taking the guy away. As he's leaving, the landlord pulls the keys away.

Missymoohaa

Deleted User wrote: »

That whole thing was just creepy.

I got back from doing an internship after college and noticed there was a puddle of water at the bottom of the stairs. Brown muddy water. It's during RAG week and I figure maybe someone got a little drunk and muddy - not all that unexpected. I walk up the stairs and there's puddles of water everywhere. I put my ear to the door of my roommate's door and I can hear dripping - they had an en suite and I thought they were in the shower, so I stand there for a few seconds to see if I can hear anything else, and then I go into my room and there's dripping there, but I've no idea from where. It's dark so I turn on my light - FZZZZZZ BANG - the water was dripping through the light and the bulb explodes, completely shattering.

Next thing I know I hear a voice calling from the attic, "it wasn't me. I didn't do it". I call back, "didn't do what? what happened?".

He then runs down his stairs and confronts me in the hallway- his eyes are completely manic, his movements are completely erratic and all over the place, he's got his boxers over his tracksuit pants, with one sock on his foot and the other on his hand.

He says that it's all my fault, that I'm abusing him, that he's got a blackbelt in judo and will kill me. He runs back upstairs and I go into the kitchen and grab a knife, before going into my room and locking the door. I'm well aware that he can open my door and I don't know if he's figured it out. After what we saw in his room and his sheer amount of paranoia about the housemates, I'm terrified.

I call the landlord, tell him that the house is flooded, but I explain how it might have been the pipes freezing. I say it loud enough for the guy to hear, so he doesn't get angry and come into my room. The landlord is saying, sure, I'll be out tomorrow. I tell him that he needs to come out soon and he says, tomorrow.. tomorrow.

Then I call my housemate, who is on the way home from work. I tell him to get back as soon as he can. He gets into his room and there's a huge hole in the roof. The ground is absolutely drenched and the mattress and bed clothing are destroyed.

He's fuming and I have to hold him back, because he wants to destroy the guy. He calls the landlord and screams at him to come here now, which he does a few hours after, bringing a plumber with him - we still don't know what caused it. It might have been the pipes, it was during a winter where this was happening frequently.

The plumber goes up into the attic and into the guy's en suite. There is absolutely nothing wrong with the pipes. It turns out that what the guy had been doing is filling up buckets of water and throwing it on the ground, filling up buckets and throwing it on the ground. For weeks, probably, everyday.

The landlord calls the guy's brother, who comes out and the first question he asks is, "did you call the cops?" When we say that we hadn't, he asks us, "why not?" He calls them himself and they arrive shortly after, taking the guy away. As he's leaving, the landlord pulls the keys away.

Extremely terrifying for all concerned. I think I would have run out of the house and never went back. But you've got to feel for the poor bloke haven't you, he's obviously seriously mentally ill and just let live alone like that. Probably why the brother got smart with you as they're sick and tired trying to get him help only to have him turned away from mental health services. This is exactly what people have been complaining about in the last few years, the HSE won't be happy until he seriously hurts himself or worse someone else. He needed help, lets hope he got it.

Missymoohaa

Missymoohaa wrote: »

Extremely terrifying for all concerned. I think I would have run out of the house and never went back. But you've got to feel for the poor bloke haven't you, he's obviously seriously mentally ill and just let live alone like that. Probably why the brother got smart with you as they're sick and tired trying to get him help only to have him turned away from mental health services. This is exactly what people have been complaining about in the last few years, the HSE won't be happy until he seriously hurts himself or worse someone else. He needed help, lets hope he got it.

That's absolutely it. We all knew he was sick and it wasn't anything to do with him. Regardless of anything else, I'm just amazed that the landlord knowingly let him return, after he had been sanctioned.

Missymoohaa

Deleted User wrote: »

That's absolutely it. We all knew he was sick and it wasn't anything to do with him. Regardless of anything else, I'm just amazed that the landlord knowingly let him return, after he had been sanctioned.

You're confusing me with this, do you mean "sectioned", whereby he is forcibly removed by guards and medical services to a facility to get help?

Missymoohaa

Missymoohaa wrote: »

You're confusing me with this, do you mean "sectioned", whereby he is forcibly removed by guards and medical services to a facility to get help?

I read it as sanctioned and presumed the UN had imposed some sort of embargo.

Missymoohaa

Missymoohaa wrote: »

You're confusing me with this, do you mean "sectioned", whereby he is forcibly removed by guards and medical services to a facility to get help?

Yes, sectioned. Apologies, wasn't paying complete attention as I typed that.

Menas

When I was a teenager I spent a holiday at my uncles house in Canada.
My room was in a converted loft. It was hot and humid in that loft. Having the aircon on was too noisy up there.

One night I had a nightmare. Woke up sitting bolt upright wet thru with sweats.

As I composed myself I noticed that there was a bat flying in over and back in the room. I freaked...I hate bats. They are evil and can stick to your hair and all sorts of stuff.

I screamed, probably a higher pitch then a bats scream....Grabbed the bed sheet and ran downstairs in hysterics.
Traumatised as I was I reckon my uncle was more traumatised to find an 18 year old me in his room, babbling incoherently, dressed in nothing but a soggy bed sheet.

Pumpkinseeds

About 15 years or so ago, when we lived in England, I was referred for an EEG at a unit that is part of an old Epileptic Colony. For those that don't know what an Epileptic colony is, it's a self-contained estate where people would have been sent to for treatment, they would have little or no contact with the outside world and would often never have been allowed to leave again, ever. It wasn't unusual for wealthy families to ship off their ill or embarrassing relatives and keep them out of the way, permanently.

Anyway, I've had EEG's over the decades and it never bothered me, it's just a painless test. I'd never been to the place before and had never heard of it, it was at least 100 miles from where we lived and my father in law drove myself and my husband there. As we drove through the gates I had the most overwhelming sense of fear and panic I'd ever experienced. I asked him to stop the car and kept saying that I didn't want to go in. I could hear myself saying it and couldn't figure out why I was so freaked out. If it had just been my husband and I, I would have turned around and left.

Those sorts of places are notorious for what they did to vulnerable patients and I think I just picked up on old vibes. I'll never forget it though. What made it worse was that while we were waiting to be seen we could hear somebody screaming in the distance, just this awful relentless crying and screaming that eventually just stopped suddenly.

LynnGrace

Missymoohaa wrote: »

Extremely terrifying for all concerned. I think I would have run out of the house and never went back. But you've got to feel for the poor bloke haven't you, he's obviously seriously mentally ill and just let live alone like that. Probably why the brother got smart with you as they're sick and tired trying to get him help only to have him turned away from mental health services. This is exactly what people have been complaining about in the last few years, the HSE won't be happy until he seriously hurts himself or worse someone else. He needed help, lets hope he got it.

Deleted User wrote: »

That's absolutely it. We all knew he was sick and it wasn't anything to do with him. Regardless of anything else, I'm just amazed that the landlord knowingly let him return, after he had been sanctioned.

Exactly what I thought when I read it. He needed help, poor guy, hopefully he got it. It was so wrong that he was just returned back to a house share set-up, in the circumstances.

kilkenny12

Deleted User wrote: »

That whole thing was just creepy.

I got back from doing an internship after college and noticed there was a puddle of water at the bottom of the stairs. Brown muddy water. It's during RAG week and I figure maybe someone got a little drunk and muddy - not all that unexpected. I walk up the stairs and there's puddles of water everywhere. I put my ear to the door of my roommate's door and I can hear dripping - they had an en suite and I thought they were in the shower, so I stand there for a few seconds to see if I can hear anything else, and then I go into my room and there's dripping there, but I've no idea from where. It's dark so I turn on my light - FZZZZZZ BANG - the water was dripping through the light and the bulb explodes, completely shattering.

Next thing I know I hear a voice calling from the attic, "it wasn't me. I didn't do it". I call back, "didn't do what? what happened?".

He then runs down his stairs and confronts me in the hallway- his eyes are completely manic, his movements are completely erratic and all over the place, he's got his boxers over his tracksuit pants, with one sock on his foot and the other on his hand.

He says that it's all my fault, that I'm abusing him, that he's got a blackbelt in judo and will kill me. He runs back upstairs and I go into the kitchen and grab a knife, before going into my room and locking the door. I'm well aware that he can open my door and I don't know if he's figured it out. After what we saw in his room and his sheer amount of paranoia about the housemates, I'm terrified.

I call the landlord, tell him that the house is flooded, but I explain how it might have been the pipes freezing. I say it loud enough for the guy to hear, so he doesn't get angry and come into my room. The landlord is saying, sure, I'll be out tomorrow. I tell him that he needs to come out soon and he says, tomorrow.. tomorrow.

Then I call my housemate, who is on the way home from work. I tell him to get back as soon as he can. He gets into his room and there's a huge hole in the roof. The ground is absolutely drenched and the mattress and bed clothing are destroyed.

He's fuming and I have to hold him back, because he wants to destroy the guy. He calls the landlord and screams at him to come here now, which he does a few hours after, bringing a plumber with him - we still don't know what caused it. It might have been the pipes, it was during a winter where this was happening frequently.

The plumber goes up into the attic and into the guy's en suite. There is absolutely nothing wrong with the pipes. It turns out that what the guy had been doing is filling up buckets of water and throwing it on the ground, filling up buckets and throwing it on the ground. For weeks, probably, everyday.

The landlord calls the guy's brother, who comes out and the first question he asks is, "did you call the cops?" When we say that we hadn't, he asks us, "why not?" He calls them himself and they arrive shortly after, taking the guy away. As he's leaving, the landlord pulls the keys away.

It's the best thing to do. Nobody can force a mentally sick person into hospital. They have to sign themselves in or be brought in by the guards. And of course the guards have to have a reason to come get them. When a family member is like that, you kinda hope they'll bother someone enough for the guards to be called. That poor chap sounds dangerous though. Must be really hard on the family.

Magico Gonzalez

Worked in a private hospital in London for Brain injuries and severe mental and physical development issues one summer. I was 17...got the job through a family friend (more than 20 years ago!), I was a porter and had to push wheelchairs around between treatment centres.

One of the patients was a old guy called Monty, had to push him around in what was basically a pram, a 1920s style black pram with big old bicycle wheels, full of cushions insides Poor aul fella had an extreme physical disability, he wasn't taller than 3 ft, deformed arms and legs, had no real control over his bodily functions, nor arms and legs which moved a fair bit involuntarily. Had to wheel him to his massages, he'd howl in pain when lifted out for physio which I understand they had to do to keep his limbs from seizing up further. Horrendous, poor guy. Needless to say no one ever visited him. We use to chatter away to him when we were moving him about, god knows if he heard or understood. He really just seemed to twitch involuntarily, as much as I looked at his face for some sign that it was helpful for him to here us chatting I suspect I was probably just trying to make an awkward situation more human for myself. Ah, who knows. Don't like to think about poor Monty too much.

Second horrible, unnerving story from the same place. There was an guy who turned up to visit his brother who was barely alive. Couldn't speak, paralyzed from the neck down, his head would sort of bobble about. Jesus, that sounds grim, but it's the best way to describe his physical condition. Apparently the visitor was his brother, he came once a week, every week. I never understood why all the nurses were extremely cold and unsympathetic with the brother. Turns out the visiting brother had put him in that state. He was driving a car with both of them in it, crashed it and was prosecuted for dangerous driving. His brother ends up barely living in hospital, he ends up doing time and coming out to face his brother barely alive. Horrible for both of them. Utterly sad. I always tried to be civil to the brother, he was only a few years older than us. Stupid kid made some bad decision which effectively ended his brothers life and did god knows what to his own mental state for the rest of his life. At least he faced up to it and visited.

Grim more than creepy, definitely unnerving to be exposed to the Dickensian horror of Monty and the horrible cruelty of the brothers' situation.

fryup

^^^^^^^^^^

thats gut wrenching reading that life is certainly cruel

lizzyman

Fúck fück fûck need to sleep tonight and not read this thread

darlenmol

fleet_admiral wrote: »

The weirdest thing happened to me today in work and I still cant get my head around it.
Its like I lost an hour, an hour and ten minutes to be exact.
I was doing prep for a soup and looked at the clock, it was bang on 1 o clock. I got an order in for a sandwich and got that done in 2 minutes then returned to the prep. I looked at the clock again and it was ten past 2.
Im literally baffled as to where the hour and 10 went. I retraced everything and cant get my head around it. The prep was exactly as I left it to do the sandwich, which as I already said, took me 2 minutes to do. But just over an hour cant be accounted for

Sounds like a Silas Mariner moment

LynnGrace

lizzyman wrote: »

Fúck fück fûck need to sleep tonight and not read this thread

First time I found this thread was on a night I couldn't sleep .