Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

Dodge

J Mysterio wrote: »

****, you just made me start laughing my ass off at my desk in work.

And me now too

J Mysterio

Haha. I don't know why I clicked back in here. I had to get up and leave the office for some air.

Its amazing how something like that can be so hilarious.

Squaredude

This little piggy wrote: »

In the past, I have on occasion had dreams which ended up coincidentally coming true. I say "coincidentally" because I am not a believer in premonitions ... but at the same time, say if this one DOES come to pass in the next couple of days, I'll be able to quote this post and say, "SEE? SEE? TOLD YOU SO!" (And if it doesn't, I'll just allow this to fade ignominiously into the background! )

It involves a castle. An impressive looking one. In one dream it was being used as a jail; in another a school; in another a hotel; in another a concert venue. I guess that whatever it's being used as now is irrelevant, but it certainly looks like a castle.

Something bad will happen there. There will be deaths/injuries on a large scale. I can't say whether the castle itself will remain intact - in one dream it was hit by a train but only large sections collapsed, in another by a bus that barely affected it. Both cases were accidental, I'm not sure whether or not this incident will be. I mentioned the bus and train, I'm not convinced something like this will be involved (but bonus points to me if some sort of transport - I'm thinking a plane - will be involved.) I can't say whether or not it'll be done on purpose or accidentally.

The dreams are vague and meandering and definitely won't give me a clear or factual picture of what'll happen. All I'm saying for sure is it'll be a castle (or a building that looks like one), we'll all hear about it on the news, and it'll happen soon.

What marks these dreams out from other dreams for me? Well, first of all, they occur straight after I go to sleep. Before I should technically be in the dreaming phase. I might go to sleep at 11pm, wake up at 11.15pm, but have been dreaming for what feels like several hours in a short space of time. They are physically and mentally exhausting - right now my legs hurt like I've been running in a marathon, I can barely put any weight on them! And I'll always wake up after them - I may go straight back to sleep, but not after waking at the end of the dream.

These sort of dreams have come true usually when people I don't know are going to die. This time, members of my family feature in some of the dreams. This doesn't really concern me - if family of mine are involved, either it'll be distant family or they'll escape uninjured or both.

Of course I hope that nothing will happen! But how creepy will it be if this one does turn out to be true ...

http://globalnews.ca/news/2083497/transport-plane-crashes-in-indonesia-killing-at-least-20/

DA7800

I've spent a few hours reading this thread and I'm genuinely entertained, but also a little creeped out. I decided to add my own entries, possibly not as exciting as most of the others, but still worthy of mention.

A few weeks ago I was walking home on my own late at night (about 1 in the morning) and I was coming up to the darkest stretch of road on the journey. I was moving along, not a care in the world, with an odd glance away from the path. I was about 300 metres from home when I glanced over to the other side of the road and my heart almost stopped: There was a man standing there, staring at me. He wasn't moving, and his clothes seemed a bit old-fashioned and out of place. His face was extremely pale, especially considering it was so dark. He was also emotionless. I stopped on the spot and met his stare for 30 seconds or so, although it felt much longer. I don't think he even blinked once. I was considering calling out to him, but I couldn't speak, I was so afraid. I set off walking at a pace that was almost as if I was running, and never looked back. I still have no idea who he was or what he was doing.

I posted a thread about this event previously in AH, but I'll give it a brief mention again here: One time, again, late at night, I was sitting in the back room in the dark for some time with the curtains drawn, although there was a small break in the middle. I was watching television and decided to turn the light on. When I went to get up, my dog decided that she wanted to go out and so approached the backdoor. She immediately reacted to something outside; after switching on the light I opened the door and followed her outside. At the end of the garden, perched on the back wall, was a person. Again, extremely pale-faced, with a bald head. I made eye contact for a small while, before he jumped down. I have no idea what he was doing, but upon turning around I noticed that the spot where I was sitting on the couch was visible through the curtains. I was alone that night and I never quite relaxed after seeing him. I had to pick my dog up and go inside and lock the doors as soon as he was out of sight.

This last one isn't so much creepy, as extremely unnerving. We had family staying over at our house for the weekend, and so I had to give them my room, as mine was the only one of two with a double bed. I was instead staying in the spare room, which acted as a sort of dumping ground for things we wanted out of the way. Anyway, before I went to sleep, I was reading a book. The bed was pressed against the wall, as the room was quite small. I put the book down to check a text message on my phone, and it slid underneath the bed, down the side. Reluctantly I ventured to the floor where I found that there was an overwhelming amount of rubbish between the side of the bed I was at and where the book had fallen. My phone didn't have a torch/flash function, so I used the dimly lit screen to try and see if I could find the book. I was also feeling my way around. Suddenly, near the back, I felt a clump of hair. I moved my phone in and the dimly lit screen revealed, to my horror, something absolutely terrifying: a human head. I immediately reacted, jerking my head back and hitting it hard off of the underside of the bed while at the same time letting out a scream. My family immediately rushed to the room. I told them what I saw, and I was hysterical. I went back down again and pulled it out. Turns out it was a doll's head my sister had 10+ years ago for practicing hair-dos. The face was covered by the hair, and so I didn't immediately see it to be what it was. Safe to say I was extremely embarrassed and have yet to live it down.

mkhall

I came across this thread by accident and couldn't stop reading! So I thought I'd add a story of my own. :eek:

I grew up in America and there is a dirt lane beside my house that leads up to an old farmhouse dating back to the late 1700s. It's modernly used as a horse farm as it has many fields and a racetrack but definitely do with a bit of doing up. My mom's cousin lived there in 70s and her son (who was 3 at the time) was always wetting the bed. When she congratulated him for a having a few dry nights he told her that the lady in white carried him to the toilet. She dismissed it as his imagination and thought nothing of it. She said she heard footsteps from time to time but it was an old house so she didn't think much of it. Fast forward 13 years and she was waiting for her son to come home from a party. She went to the attic (4th story of house) to keep watch for his truck coming down the lane. The attic is very high up so you can see a good distance. She stood there a while and felt a presence behind her and turned around and saw an older woman in a white dress. I'm not sure what happened after that.

In the 1990s my parents built our house up the road and a new family moved in and they had some daughters around my age. We soon became friends and I think I must have heard my parents talking because I always got the creeps going into that house. We used to play in the barns and sometimes the horses went crazy for no reason and once we swore we saw someone walking out of the barn, but there was no one. They invited me over for a sleepover and although I was really creeped out I was a 7 year old girl so I definitely didn't want to miss out. I remember sleeping on the floor in their bedroom and I'm not sure if what happened next was my imagination from hearing my parents talk about it or real but I heard footsteps and saw something under the door. I got so scared that I puked all over myself. I'm still not sure whether it was my imagination today. Later their little sister (who was in the same bedroom as my mam's 3 year old cousin) used to talk about some lady as well. Her parents also told mine that they'd hear footsteps and sometimes wake up and the coffee maker would be running when no one had switched it on.
They eventually moved out and when I was a teenager a new family moved in. My dad became good friends with the new tenants and they told him that they'd wake up to fresh coffee as well and my dad told them story. Later the new tenant saw this lady in the barn. They'd asked me to babysit their daughter once and although I really didn't want to I needed the money. It was only during the day anyway. I was even more creeped out this time knowing the stories and their daughter was a bit of brat and locked me in the cellar (the cellar has dirt floors I might add) and she then started shaking the door violently and told me that she was the "lady in white". I know she was messing with me but I high tailed it out and made her go up to my house instead. I asked her on the way up did she ever see this lady and she said yes she comes to my room and yesterday she was in the kitchen. That ended my babysitting stint anyway.
Since then a new family moved in and they haven't seen anything bar hearing footsteps.


In another instance, my neighbour moved in up the road just off the dirt lane about 15 years ago. Nothing strange until recently but I swear I always got a creepy feeling upstairs despite their house being brand new. They had some gardeners over recently and one them asked who the man was in the window? My neighbour told them no one was home. Her mother in law slept over one night before that in the bedroom in question and swears that someone was on top of her grabbing her throat.

My aunt also lives in a really old house. She's never seen anything but hears footsteps and bizarrely it smells of old tobacco smoke sometimes. I was always sceptical of this but a few years ago we were coming back from a shopping trip and the upstairs reeked of old pipe smoke. Everything stopped for a year or so but recently she told me that "that damn ghost" was back again. My aunt and uncle kept leaving different things on the counter and they'd go missing only to return back to their original places weeks later. (Eg keys, vouchers, etc.) She also filled a bath and came back to check it and the water was switched off.

I know these aren't the scariest of stories but thought I'd share anyway!

Iseedeadpixels

Happened a few mins ago, thought to myself I bet my sister will call looking for a lift....no less than 10 seconds later she rang, its been months since she asked so its not a common occurance.

fiachr_a

A lad from my class got married years ago. He was a right tosser and was always grinning and smirking at me. He passed a message to my sister saying I'll never be getting married. I replied he won't be married for long. A few years on and his marriage broke down. Still get dirty looks from this guy in the street.

Samaris

Back when I was in college in England, I lived in student accommodation. It was a hot summer, and the apartments used to heat up like billy-o, so when I was studying or etc, I'd take a break for a bit and go sit outside, day or night, perched on a particular rail at the door with my kindle. Now, the thing is, I had a black cloak that I was rather fond of. It was light enough that it wasn't too warm, but just enough of a layer to keep the chill off. I also have long black hair and fairly pale skin. So there's me, in the evening, perched on this railing in the long cloak, my face lit up by the kindle screen hovering some eight feet from the ground, and indeed, thinking nothing of it. Until I spotted some poor sod skulking as far away as possible from the door yet on the path that suggested they really wanted to come in, but were wondering what on earth I was!

To the few people I reckon I've alarmed that way at night, my apologies. I'm quite alive!

Dave_The_Sheep

I woke up there on Monday after dozing for about half an hour, and I was completely out of it. I didn't know where I was, who I was or what day it was. Took me about 20 seconds of lying there for it to come back and my head to clear.

1time

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kylith

1time wrote: »

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In the night?

Mesrine65

Some weirdo tried to grope my voluminous beard :eek:

http://www.boards.ie/vbulletin/showpost.php?p=96418283&postcount=44

BUBBLES1978

Mesrine65 wrote: »

Some weirdo tried to grope my voluminous beard :eek:

http://www.boards.ie/vbulletin/showpost.php?p=96418283&postcount=44[/QUOTE]


ha ha love it

mathie

Samaris wrote: »

Back when I was in college in England, I lived in student accommodation. It was a hot summer, and the apartments used to heat up like billy-o, so when I was studying or etc, I'd take a break for a bit and go sit outside, day or night, perched on a particular rail at the door with my kindle. Now, the thing is, I had a black cloak that I was rather fond of. It was light enough that it wasn't too warm, but just enough of a layer to keep the chill off. I also have long black hair and fairly pale skin. So there's me, in the evening, perched on this railing in the long cloak, my face lit up by the kindle screen hovering some eight feet from the ground, and indeed, thinking nothing of it. Until I spotted some poor sod skulking as far away as possible from the door yet on the path that suggested they really wanted to come in, but were wondering what on earth I was!

To the few people I reckon I've alarmed that way at night, my apologies. I'm quite alive!

You're actually dead. Hasn't the Sixth Sense taught you anything?

major bill

had a dream the other night that was so strange, there were characters in it I had never met or seen before, I was a different person in the dream too, I was poor and spoke with a Belfast accent, It was the 1920's too, like a previous life or something,there was a older woman in it and I felt strongly affectionate towards her walking hand in hand through the street with her thats where the dream ended and I woke up actually saddened about it....weird!!

Diamond Doll

I had a dream that Gwyneth Palthrow was going to drown. It was a random one, I have no feelings towards her, neither like or dislike her! Sadly I think it may happen though. I hope not.

MonkieSocks

Samaris wrote: »

Back when I was in college in England, I lived in student accommodation. It was a hot summer, and the apartments used to heat up like billy-o, so when I was studying or etc, I'd take a break for a bit and go sit outside, day or night, perched on a particular rail at the door with my kindle. Now, the thing is, I had a black cloak that I was rather fond of. It was light enough that it wasn't too warm, but just enough of a layer to keep the chill off. I also have long black hair and fairly pale skin. So there's me, in the evening, perched on this railing in the long cloak, my face lit up by the kindle screen hovering some eight feet from the ground, and indeed, thinking nothing of it. Until I spotted some poor sod skulking as far away as possible from the door yet on the path that suggested they really wanted to come in, but were wondering what on earth I was!

To the few people I reckon I've alarmed that way at night, my apologies. I'm quite alive!

You have to Let the Right One In

Shadow1983

Went to visit a psychic / healer about 2 years ago. Apparently this lady will only take an appointment with you if she feels you need to be seen and refuses to take your full name when booking, only your first name.
I had went to visit my parents the day before & found a book that distant Canadian relatives had published and sent over about our family history. Naturally I flicked to the section on my immediate family and saw that it would've been my long deceased Grandfather's birthday the next day. Thought no more of it & went to visit the psychic the next day. When I went in she addressed me by my first name and Jane, I said no, it's just "first name", she looked at me a bit strangely and continued anyway.
She then described a very tall man and a very small woman who were always watching over me. To me it was obvious that they were my grandparents (there was almost 2 feet in height difference between them) but I said nothing as I didn't want to be too open with her, I suppose I was sceptical. She was then able to tell me my Grandfather's first name and that he seemed to be celebrating something as he was holding a cake. At that point I was so shocked I burst into tears & told her she was right that it was my Grandfather and that it would've been his birthday that day. She gave me a few minutes to compose myself & then told me that they had a young child with them, a little girl called Jane. Now here's the kicker, Jane would've been my aunt but died as a child.
Needless to say I left that day an emotional wreck!

DareGod

DA7800 wrote: »

I've spent a few hours reading this thread...

This last one isn't so much creepy, as extremely unnerving. We had family staying over at our house for the weekend, and so I had to give them my room, as mine was the only one of two with a double bed. I was instead staying in the spare room, which acted as a sort of dumping ground for things we wanted out of the way. Anyway, before I went to sleep, I was reading a book. The bed was pressed against the wall, as the room was quite small. I put the book down to check a text message on my phone, and it slid underneath the bed, down the side. Reluctantly I ventured to the floor where I found that there was an overwhelming amount of rubbish between the side of the bed I was at and where the book had fallen. My phone didn't have a torch/flash function, so I used the dimly lit screen to try and see if I could find the book. I was also feeling my way around. Suddenly, near the back, I felt a clump of hair. I moved my phone in and the dimly lit screen revealed, to my horror, something absolutely terrifying: a human head. ...

I had suspected you might be "on something" after reading your first two stories but when I read this part I had you down as a definite whacko. :pac:

DareGod

Just a very quick one... I live in a fairly quiet housing estate and last night / this morning at about 4.30am, I was woken up by my house alarm going off. Nobody else was home, just me all on my own. I have lived here for three years and this has never happened before. I got up and turned on the lights and checked all the rooms, windows and doors upstairs and downstairs, but found nothing out of the ordinary.

Right after I had checked all the rooms and windows and doors for anything out of the ordinary, and was on my way back to bed, I heard the sound of a car with its engine running, stopped outside my house. I peered out the window and saw a taxi just waiting outside my house. It was dark outside except for the lights of this taxi. This was not normal for where I live. After the unusual occurrence of my house alarm going off seemingly on its own, and now this, I was starting to feel more uneasy by this stage. I waited to see if anybody was going to get in or out of the taxi. I couldn't yet tell if there were any passengers inside it. After about two minutes of peering out the window, waiting to see what was going on, one of the car doors opened and I see a very drunk-looking passenger sitting there at the edge of the back seat with his head down, looking like he had fallen asleep. After about thirty seconds, he gets out of the taxi, and a woman gets out behind him. I didn't recognise them from the area at all and they definitely weren't neighbours of mine, so it was a bit strange that they were getting out of the taxi outside my house, and at this time of night. They slowly walked off together and the taxi drove away.

I was too tired to really think any more about it, and went straight back to bed and fell back to sleep pretty quickly. I obviously don't think there was any connection between the two incidents, but it was unnerving at the time. I was thinking about it today, though, and it started to unnerve me thinking about what it could have been that set the house alarm off. I guess I'll never know!

northgirl

A few weeks ago I woke really early gasping for air after dreaming that part of the street around the corner from where I'm living had been sealed off due to a bomb scare.

Later on that day I had to drive up that way but having totally forgotten the earlier dream I was surprised to see the same area barricaded off from traffic although it was only for roadworks it was kind of unsettling!

ButtonyBoo

This thread is great. I hadn't looked at it in nearly 2 years and had 100 pages to catch up on.

My one experience is pretty tame.

About 15 years ago, myself and my BF were walking through a city centre shopping centre, it was a Saturday afternoon coming up to Christmas and fairly busy. As we were heading towards the door, there was an old man on front of us with long white hair and beard and a long grey coat who kept stopping, turning around staring at me and then walking forward again. He did this a few times (and we were going WTF?) and he finally stopped and said "You must be wondering why I keep staring at you?" I said "yes I was to be honest", expecting him to say god knows what. He said I just got a message that I have to tell you, as I was looking at you, someone was telling me to tell you to stay in Cork, definitely stay in Cork. Does that make sense to you?"

At the time I was job hunting and had been looking all over the country, so it did make *some* sense. I ended up staying......


On another note, has anyone ever heard of someone getting a strong smell of flowers as someone dies? My mother got this when two of my grandparents died, and she was even asking people in the room were they wearing perfume, it was so strong to her.

Frigating

ButtonyBoo wrote: »

On another note, has anyone ever heard of someone getting a strong smell of flowers as someone dies? My mother got this when two of my grandparents died, and she was even asking people in the room were they wearing perfume, it was so strong to her.

This rings a bell, I've definitely heard of it. Never experienced it though.

newmug

ButtonyBoo wrote: »

On another note, has anyone ever heard of someone getting a strong smell of flowers as someone dies? My mother got this when two of my grandparents died, and she was even asking people in the room were they wearing perfume, it was so strong to her.

Frigating wrote: »

This rings a bell, I've definitely heard of it. Never experienced it though.

Were they followers of St. Padre Pio by any chance? That's his "calling card", as it were.

Hammer89

This isn't particularly creepy, considering there's a pretty obvious explanation to it, but at the time it was extremely unnerving. Anywho, I bought a 'score' of hash in Spain at the tender age of 15. I was going through a phase of smoking quite a lot of it at the time - a habit which I have since stopped completely - so naturally one of the first things to do upon landing in the country was to embark on a quest to find some, which proved frighteningly simple in retrospect.

Anyways, myself and my mate - whose parents brought us over - went wandering the mean streets of Lloret de Mar. In my mind, I only needed two things that night: cider, because I famously cannot drink beer, and hash. Would you believe me if I said it was far easier to obtain the hash? No word of a lie.

I was wearing a t-shirt which read: 'Mellow Stages' with the Yellow Pages logo-type thing under it, which sums up what kinda c*nt I was when I was that age. So, how did I get my hands on a bit of hash? Well, his name was Bart and he was Polish. I can still see his face now, because it's quite difficult to forget the person who nearly killed you. Are you intrigued? Read on so.

So, we got chatting to Bart anyways. He was good with people, but he was not good people. He was one of those w*nkers who stands outside a club or a bar handing out 'free shot' coupons. I was a bit pissed off shots of Tequila from a previous bar - where we faced off with Ze Germans in Pool, who insisted on playing safety shots for some reason - so I was drunk enough to ask complete strangers odd questions, like "where I can buy hash?".

It's one of the greatest examples of the adage "ask and you shall receive" I've ever known, as Bart put me in touch with fellow w*nker Michael - a Dutch man who did the same job about 10 metres away outside a bar called The Stones. You know that Rolling Stones symbol - the tongue? That was the bar's logo.

Now, Michael wasn't so much a drug-dealer as he was a bloke who flogged me his own lump I believe. It was a score, which has the street-value of about €20, hence the name 'score'. I would've paid something in the region of that I don't really remember, I was just quite happy with the opportunity to buy it. It was a smooth transaction because the bloke's English was superb and we went on our merry way.

I should state I couldn't, and still can't roll a spliff. It's an art. Some people are like Michelangelo with a couple of rizlas, while others are like a retard doing finger-paintings. You would put me in the latter bracket and, considering my mate wasn't really into that sh*t, I had problems with smoking it. I could have got my hands on an empty bottle and tinfoil and forged a make-shift bong, but I wanted a joint.

Now, here is the second example of how downright brazen I was as a drunk, 15-year-old. I approached random people on the beach and began asking them to roll a one-skin joint - or a 'pinner' as some of you may know it. I can't remember how long I spent asking people before getting lucky, it could've been the first person who obliged or it could have been the 78th. The deed was done anyway.

So, I smoked it all to myself. I've got no recollection of what happened directly after this, probably because it was over a decade ago rather than the drugs, but the horror I experienced back at the apartment will probably live with me forever.

Remember, I was quite a seasoned smoker despite my age and I began suffering from symptoms which were NOT synonymous with your average, run-of-the-mill hash. I was lying on the bed trying to sleep my way through this experience, but it was proving futile.

Do you know Dumb and Dumber? There's a song in that called Mary Moe and I kept hearing the lyrics being whispered directly into my ear, which was really, really terrifying. We watched it on the flight over which I believe could be related to the audio-hallucination. To this day, my mate swears that he wasn't the one doing it.

I'm not ashamed to admit I was on the verge of tears. I wasn't mentally equipped to deal with this. Then, to add to my horrible experience, I began putting my hand through my chest - not literally, of course, but it was like I was a ghost which made me freak out even more. I got to sleep in the end and woke up knowing of my experience the night before, and knowing there was no chance I was ever going to dabble in this demonic piece of sh*t again.

And this is how f*cking thick I was at that age, and here's the third example of my youthful brazenness - but I was stone-cold sober this time. After deciding I didn't want it anymore, but couldn't bring myself to throw it away for some reason, we went down the beach and I began asking random men if they wanted to take it off my hands for a very reasonable price. I thought I found a buyer too, but the bloke broke a tiny bit off because the heat had softened it up, put it in the top of his ordinary cigarette before lighting it up. Then he just f*cked off on me. That may sound like bull**** but on my mother's ashes it's absolutely true. It was f*cking bizarre.

So, having failed to find a buyer, there was only one thing left to do: discard it. By this stage the initial block was a write-off. Had I went back to smoke it again I would've been smoking hash laced with Smarties after a few stowaway sweets had merged with the hash in my pocket. Again, bear in mind the heat. I bit the bullet, though, and threw it off my balcony on to an adjacent roof. I was disappointed because for some reason I really, really didn't want to part ways with it.

However, I enjoyed a little retail-therapy then and acquired an AK47 version of a BB/pellet gun. That proved to be a worse purchase than the f*cking hash because I soon discovered that it fired the pellets at the same rate as a pistol rather than an actual machine gun, which was disappointing, but what can I say? I was dumb.

Definitely one of the most unnerving experiences of my life. It was horrible, and I'm convinced that it was laced with something. LSD or acid or some sh*t. Anyways, I'm of the opinion that any mistake which leads to a mildly funny story shouldn't be viewed as a mistake. F*ck it.

J Mysterio

My brother got some 'hash' in Madrid once and was pretty sure twas laced. Unfortunately for him, he witnessed a horrific crash while tripping balls - a pedestrian did a bit of a jaywalk and got smashed to bits by an oncoming car.

brandnewaward

was that the song where the line was , " she dont eat meat but sure likes the bone"?
just started singing that to myself there 5 mins ago :O

Menas

I visited the hell fire club over the weekend. On entering the building I got a real chill...and someone's dog went looper when she tried to bring him in.

But did not know the history of the place.
Looked it up when I got home. Yup, haunted as feck. Not going back!

Hammer89

Hammer89 wrote: »

Are you intrigued? Read on so.

I was intrigued.

With how much you wrung out of a "when I was young I smoked a joint" story.

Bloody hell, I even know what teeshirt you wore, what you bought...dear god the names of every man you met to buy it.

Hammer89

I like to think of it as a "when I was young I smoked a joint as wicked as Satan's cock" story.

Ave Sodalis

Shadow1983 wrote:

Went to visit a psychic / healer about 2 years ago. Apparently this lady will only take an appointment with you if she feels you need to be seen and refuses to take your full name when booking, only your first name. I had went to visit my parents the day before & found a book that distant Canadian relatives had published and sent over about our family history. Naturally I flicked to the section on my immediate family and saw that it would've been my long deceased Grandfather's birthday the next day. Thought no more of it & went to visit the psychic the next day. When I went in she addressed me by my first name and Jane, I said no, it's just "first name", she looked at me a bit strangely and continued anyway. She then described a very tall man and a very small woman who were always watching over me. To me it was obvious that they were my grandparents (there was almost 2 feet in height difference between them) but I said nothing as I didn't want to be too open with her, I suppose I was sceptical. She was then able to tell me my Grandfather's first name and that he seemed to be celebrating something as he was holding a cake. At that point I was so shocked I burst into tears & told her she was right that it was my Grandfather and that it would've been his birthday that day. She gave me a few minutes to compose myself & then told me that they had a young child with them, a little girl called Jane. Now here's the kicker, Jane would've been my aunt but died as a child. Needless to say I left that day an emotional wreck!

That's hardly a women in Donegal is it?

Shadow1983

sup_dude wrote:

That's hardly a women in Donegal is it?

Yep, sure was!

shamrock55

@ hammer 89, why do you write as if your writing a fcuking novel, christ that was hard reading

Maximus Alexander

Yeah novels are notoriously tough reads.

Hammer89

shamrock55 wrote: »

@ hammer 89, why do you write as if your writing a fcuking novel, christ that was hard reading

Dare I suggest you wouldn't have read the full thing if it was that hard? I barely finished your post - the one I quoted.

cruais

Menas wrote: »

I visited the hell fire club over the weekend. On entering the building I got a real chill...and someone's dog went looper when she tried to bring him in.

But did not know the history of the place.
Looked it up when I got home. Yup, haunted as feck. Not going back!

This happened to us with our dog. She had a total fit when we tried to bring her in and started whimpering. Must be something to it.

Ave Sodalis

Shadow1983 wrote:

Yep, sure was!

I've heard an awful lot of stories about her along the same lines. A friend of the family found out about a cousin of hers through her, a cousin which was a stillborn. I'm not much for that kinda thing but I have heard a lot of stories. She only lives a half an hour away too, must try her for myself!

newmug

sup_dude wrote: »

I've heard an awful lot of stories about her along the same lines. A friend of the family found out about a cousin of hers through her, a cousin which was a stillborn. I'm not much for that kinda thing but I have heard a lot of stories. She only lives a half an hour away too, must try her for myself!

You'd be messing with the devil. Dont.

jeni

Bloody 7up bottle just cracked frightened the bejasus out of me, this thread youuuuuu

jeni

Bloody 7up bottle just cracked frightened the bejasus out of me, this thread youuuuuu

mkhall

Here's a weird one...

My friend lives in a well known city centre apartment block and ive been staying with her the past few days. Sometimes when I'm walking down the hallway I feel as if someone is behind me. mentioned it to my friend and she said the neighbour has seen the ghost of a woman walking down the hallway on two occasions. Then we were recounting the story to her flatmate and she said that the other neighbour (who moved out quite some time ago) also felt as if someone was behind her and turned around and saw this woman ghost. The two girls lived in the apartment block at different times and do not know each other yet the have the same story.
We were just messing a few minutes ago and I said lets take a picture and see if she pops up. She didn't BUT the picture took upside down. I've a iPhone and this has never happened to me before. I did it again to see if it was an error and same thing. Definitely weird

punisher5112

mkhall wrote: »

Here's a weird one...

My friend lives in a well known city centre apartment block and ive been staying with her the past few days. Sometimes when I'm walking down the hallway I feel as if someone is behind me. mentioned it to my friend and she said the neighbour has seen the ghost of a woman walking down the hallway on two occasions. Then we were recounting the story to her flatmate and she said that the other neighbour (who moved out quite some ago) also felt as if someone was behind her and turned around and saw this woman ghost. The two girls lived in the apartment block at different times and do not know each other yet the have the same story.
We were just messing a few minutes ago and I said lets take a picture and see if she pops up. She didn't BUT the picture took upside down. I've a iPhone and this has never happened to me before. I did it again to see if it was an error and same thing. Definitely weird

Here's johnny




Reminds me of the shinning

Cunning Stunt

newmug wrote: »

You'd be messing with the devil. Dont.

do tell. how do you know this?

DareGod

Deleted User wrote: »

I was intrigued.

With how much you wrung out of a "when I was young I smoked a joint" story.

Bloody hell, I even know what teeshirt you wore, what you bought...dear god the names of every man you met to buy it.

I'm sorry, but anyone who willingly read a post that long only has themselves to blame :pac:

DeadHand

DareGod wrote: »

I'm sorry, but anyone who willingly read a post that long only has themselves to blame :pac:

I really don't get the criticism. Was a fine, well written post.

AH'ers seem to balk at the prospect of reading anything more than five lines long.

DareGod

DeadHand wrote: »

I really don't get the criticism. Was a fine, well written post.

AH'ers seem to balk at the prospect of reading anything more than five lines long.

More than 5 lines long? It was 16 paragraphs long!

And yes, of course they do. It's called After Hours for a reason.

DeadHand

DareGod wrote: »

It's called After Hours for a reason.

Yeah, 'cos it's populated by idiots. Like most actual after hour sessions.

DeadHand

DeadHand wrote: »

I really don't get the criticism. Was a fine, well written post.

About little or nothing. Some guy smoked a joint. Had a bad time.

That was the criticism.

DeadHand wrote: »

Yeah, 'cos it's populated by idiots.

Does that include people who are impressed by a post just because it's very long and well written.

I must send you my novel on the day I saw a cat. It's well written.

Captain Flaps

DeadHand wrote: »

I really don't get the criticism. Was a fine, well written post.

AH'ers seem to balk at the prospect of reading anything more than five lines long.

Yeah, I thanked before I even got to the end because I was enjoying it so much. I'd take this over 'when i was young in the country the healer lady predicted my mam was going to die and then 20 years later she did OOH SO SPOOKY' posts any day.

Captain Flaps

cruais wrote: »

This happened to us with our dog. She had a total fit when we tried to bring her in and started whimpering. Must be something to it.

I spent a night in the hellfire club around halloween a few years back, scout sleepover thing. I was massively disappointed with how great a night's sleep I got, though I wouldn't have been overly keen on having to get up to go to the jacks in the middle of the night!