Creepy Things That Have Happened to You

[Massive]

As soon as I've got some sleep I will be back to post here, fascinating things happening to people! I love hearing about this kind of thing, and it's also good to know that I'm not alone ...

[Girl_On_Fire]

Okay, I've got another one. This happened when my cousin and I were children. We were playing in the front room by the fireplace. The fireplace wasn't lit and it was somewhere around mid-afternoon. Out of nowhere, this booming whooshing roar came from what sounded like the fireplace. We were both 8 and 6 respectively so it freaked us out. We screamed, got up, and ran into the den to tell my aunt what happened. She wasn't there. Scared to death, we ran all over the house screaming our heads off trying to find her mom.

Finally, we went back into the den. My aunt had been there the whole time and never heard us screaming (impossible). Now that I think back on that memory, I recall no sound. Nothing but our screaming and footsteps. No birds. No traffic outside. Nothing. It was this weird silence and I only noticed it was gone when we got back into the den and sound started again, like somebody had pulled earplugs out of my ears.

I think we slipped in and out of a time vortex. I have no idea what the roaring sound could have been but I'm sure it had something to do with the time slippage.

Weird.

[pajama]

Again, years ago, different ex. We were having dinner at a really nice restaurant. There was a salad bowl between us. Clear glass. We're just talking when out of nowhere, straight down a white/clear orb slams into the middle of the salad and shatter the bowl and sends salad flying everywhere. There was no further sign of anything in the bowl, just shards of glass and salad. No ball, or lightbulb, or rock, or anything. We both saw the orb. I still don't know what the heck it was or why it was pissed at us. LOL

[Gemme]

Something happened TODAY that was kind of cool, actually.

It was nearing lunch time and I closed the gate after allowing one customer in. The customer came into the office and we talked for a minute and he paid. As he was leaving, I glanced out the window and saw a beach ball resting against the gate. I inquired if it was the customer's and he said no and that it had been rolling down the middle of the parking lot (my property is very long and narrow) while he was driving in.

I had customers on the property that run a thrift store and so I thought that it must be theirs. No one else but the two customers had come in or out for more than an hour. So, I went down to them and yelled at them to keep their balls to theirselves from now on (we're good like that) and we all laughed and then the customer tells me that the ball is not theirs.

I asked them if anyone had driven past them and she said no, but she had seen the ball rolling past them earlier and thought that someone's kid had dropped it.

There was no one at the back of the property. I had just checked it less than 15 minutes prior to this exchange. There are no homes near my property. I'm in the middle of a field that has one commercial business next door (but I never see/hear anyone), railroad tracks several hundred feet behind me and nothing to the other side. I'm surrounded by razor wire.

So, this blow up beach ball just materialized, apparently, since no one went in and no one went out and it did not belong to the two customers that did go in and out. There was no one on the camera surveillance and the ball rolls from around the side of a building that has a blind spot.



At first, I thought "Kewl!" and then I thought "I've got to post this!" and then I thought "F*ck!" cuz at that point it started to remind me of the movie IT and instead of balloons with blood, there was an air-filled beach ball.



gulp

Although, I still say it's kind of cool. As long as Tim Curry stays the Hell away.

[cinnamongrrl]

When I was about 13, my uncle bought this big old triple decker by the Connecticut River. It needed lots of work and what not. I guess to start out I need to be at the beginning....
He was taking a bunch of us through the house, showing us the first 2 floors which were empty. We were on the 2nd floor going out the front door to see the attic apartment. When he opened the door I felt this HUGE gust of wind pass through it and around the group of us...my hair didn't move though...and no one else felt it. That was my sign....
After we moved in, we got the place fixed up: painted new carpet in the bedrooms etc. So within a few months, things started happening. First off, nearly every night I would feel "someone" sit down on the edge of my bed. At first I thought it was my hefty Maine coon cat....but soon realized...it wasn't him....lol Along with the feeling of the bed depressing right in that spot, I would hear this very regular breathing...coming from the corner closest to my bed. You should understand that I was raised not to fear the dead...we are Irish....lol So after a few times this became my normal nightly routine. The strange thing is, my mom would come in to say goodnight and I would tell her about the breathing and she could never hear it! (There was ONE TIME she did hear it coming from the rocking chair in her room....that was the only time)
Im thinking this will be a series of posts about this house because there were OODLES of experiences there...it was very interesting to say the least. We spent about 6 years living there....all good things....

[NJFemmie]

I've posted this story once before a while back, but I thought I'd share it again.

Back in the day, a few friends of mine and I decided to spend a night drinking and attempting to reach new heights of "consciousness".

I don't condone drinking and driving, but my best friend was a better driver under the influence than sober. Besides the fact we were young, stupid and didn't care to know better. She took the wheel and we proceeded to party on. Keep in mind, there were four of us.

We were driving around this area of Jersey City by the Colgate factory by the waterfront. At night, this place is dark, deserted and creepy in itself. This was the area where most people who wanted to get their party on would go pretty much undisturbed.

As we are driving around laughing and goofing off, we see three children - one taller boy and possibly two girls running from the factory's basement steps across the road and behind some other buildings. We ALL saw this at the same time. We drove around to look for them because it was really late at night and there was no reason why kids should be out that late - but we couldn't find them. As we drove back around the block, we all saw the shadows of these kids running from one side of the building across the street behind another. We drove around again, and found nothing. The interesting thing I remember about these kids was how they were dressed. It was not fashioned to recent times. The boy had on an old fashioned kind of hat and clothes that were reminiscent of earlier times. I started to feel as if we were witnessing ghosts that have been wandering this area for a very, very long time. What was even creepier was that we heard children's laughter. Faint, but identifiable.

We drove around and could not find these kids. It got to a point where we were so creeped out by this event, we were not about to get out of the car and further investigate. We eventually got the hell out of there and took our party elsewhere.

One might say that this could have been a suggestive hallucination, especially since we were under the influence. But .... it wasn't. We all saw this at the same time and even shouted out a "did you see that?" at basically the same time. It wasn't like one made a suggestion and the others followed. We talked about this for a long time afterwards.

I am a woman of logic and reason. But I am also a believer in the strange and unexplained. If I can't find any logical explanation to a given situation, I willingly concede - and this was one of those times.

[Glenn]

The morning of Saturday May 21, 1983, I was sitting on my front porch steps enjoying the Springtime. All I saw out were a group of little girls doing something way down at the end of the block. I have never seen them before, so, I thought they were just visiting someone who lived there. Suddenly these beautiful little girls came to where I was sitting, and without even a word spoken, started running around, picking flowers nearby, and silently giving them to me. Everytime they returned with more flowers, I softly smiled, and thanked them, but was wondering why they were doing this for me, and not saying anything. It was surreal. Then, I got "The Call", and my good father died in an ER, totally unexpectently, a couple of hours later. I left, and after I returned, I never saw those beautiful little girls at the end of the block again. I will always wonder how those little girls knew my father was going to die so suddenly, silently, giving me all those freshly picked flowers, for his funeral.

[starryeyes]

I bought my home three years ago in a probate sale. The lady who owned it and passed away was the original owner from 1958 until 2008 (when she died). When I bought it, nothing was stated that she died in the house (I know if she did, they are legally responsible for telling me and nothing was disclosed so I am assuming she died elsewhere).

I have never had any issues in the house. I have had two roommates who never complained of anything, so I never have had any reason to believe that there as any activity in the house, lol.

I recently got a new roommate. She moved in on October 30, so it hasn't been that long. I came home really late one night, and she and her girlfriend were in the kitchen and the house reeked of sage *cough cough*. I figured they were smoking pot in the house and were trying to cover it up. I really don't care so I didn't ask what was going on.

The next day, we were talking and she asked me if I had ever experienced any "weirdness" in the house. I said, no.... Why? She the first day she moved in, she hung a light from the ceiling. When she came home, the light was shattered all over the floor, which was impossible since it as secured tightly. She also said that night the house reeked, they had done a "cleansing" because her motorcycle helmet had been kicked across the room.

So, I start freaking thinking wtf?? Why now? I never had any issues and this and going to start my paranoia about a freaking angry ghost in my house. Ugh. Maybe everything has an explanation behind it. I don't know how a motorcycle helmet gets kicked across the room, maybe she was high, who knows.

So last night we are all sitting watching TV and talking. We hear this really weird noise in the kitchen and a bang. We look, and there was a rug, which was securely resting on the wall and had been for several days with no issues, fell over and slammed on the floor. Huh? My roommate looks at me and says, "see!?"

dammit!

[starryeyes]

Also, one more story...

My grandmother passed away June 30th of this year. When I got the call that she was sick, I was making plans to go up to see her (5 hour drive away). My family didn't tell me the extent of how sick she was, or I would have left days before. She was in hospice at home, so we knew she was going to die eventually but didn't expect it to happen so fast.

So, the night before I was going to leave, I was really struggling with the fact that I didn't leave that night. When I went to sleep, my grandmother came to me in a dream and told me something to the effect of "I will be ok" (I can't remember exactly, but I remember sitting with her and looking at her and feeling a sense of calm). That morning, I packed my stuff and as soon as I pulled out of my driveway, my cousin called me to tell me she passed.

I will never forget that, and I still get extremely emotional when I think about it. But, at the same time I feel lucky because I was able to "talk" with her before she died. It gave me some closure since I wasn't there with her.

[Massive]

One of my earliest memories of what's become 'normal life' to me now, was when I was possibly around 6 or 7, I had been taken for a picnic by my aunt and 'uncle', her boyfriend, it was up a valley near where I first lived as a child, a place called the Coquet Valley, ( http://www.visitalnwick.org.uk/photo...uet-valley.htm in case anyone wants to know where I mean) my family has been going there for years as we used to own a big old house up near there. My uncle had brought a friends red irish setter with him, while my aunt got the picnic ready, I was standing looking down the valley at my uncle and the dog playing on the second curve of an s bend, I was standing on the first, I happened to look down at the river right in front of me, there was this little boy in ragged clothes standing on a little tussock of grass that had washed downriver, I was about to say hello when my aunt called to me that the picnic was ready, I turned my head and called back saying I was coming back, when I turned back to the river to say bye to the little boy, he was gone. It could only have been seconds between turning away and turning back.
I can still picture him to this day, I strongly believe I experienced a time-slip that day, because neither my aunt or uncle saw him, but he most definitely saw me, I often wonder what he thought when he saw this girl in strange clothing all those years ago when he was alive!

[Massive]

Not sure how this will come across, but I'll tell it anyway!
To explain, firstly, I am empathic, so I 'feel' other peoples emotions, the other side to it is I also 'hear' what people are thinking, which isn't normally pleasant as a lot of the time, people don't think the nicest of things while they speak social niceties ... I'm also able to see and hear things most people aren't aware of, but in this instance, that's irrelevant.
One day I was travelling on the bus to go to the nearest town to me, I'm disabled so I sit on the seats near the front, the thing is I don't 'look' disabled, so I get a lot of glares etc. This day, I sat down in the disabled seat, after about half an hour (it's a two hour journey) this woman got on, for starters she was one of those people who just look like they have a chip on each shoulder, not being judgemental here okay, because she just had to go and sit beside me, the entire journey all I could 'hear' was her bitching and moaning inside her head, mostly about me, I was 'too young' to be sitting in the seat, I was 'not disabled', I was 'a stupid young man who was rude for sitting in the disabled seats' I was 'fucking ignorant for listening to music' when I had headphones in and it was barely loud enough for me to hear, this went on and on for almost the entire journey, it got to the stage where I just wanted to turn to her and say "look lady, I didn't ask you to sit next to me, for starters, I AM disabled, you're not, I AM female, I AM not the ignorant one here, you are for passing judgement on me, now shut the fuck up and stop thinking this shit about me!"
Of course, I didn't and couldn't, if I had I think she would've been both horrified I could hear her and ready to have me committed!

[Girl_On_Fire]

Originally Posted by Massive

Not sure how this will come across, but I'll tell it anyway!
To explain, firstly, I am empathic, so I 'feel' other peoples emotions...

*smiles* Me too.

[Girl_On_Fire]

Okay, I've got another one:

I had a roommate once for about 9 months. She was an annoying young girl who liked to drink, smoke pot, and have lots of boyfriends over. She never cleaned and I ended up having to pick up after her a lot. The great thing was, she was hardly ever home most of the time. A couple of months before she left though, she basically tried to move one of her boyfriends in and I put my foot down. She responded by packing up and leaving while I was on vacation. She left the apartment in shambles after what I can only imagine was a pretty wild party.

A week or so later, I woke up to take a shower and get ready for work and put my big red robe on the white bathroom door before I got in the shower. I got out of the shower and the first thing I noticed was the lack of robe. I'm not the most observant person but I always do the same thing every morning and I know I put it on the hook on that door. Not there. I'm like WTF?

I go into my bedroom and see if laying out on my bed and I never do that. I'm thinking "Okay, I must have done it." I'm getting dressed and I hear footsteps in the now-empty bedroom she'd occupied. I froze. All I had on was a bra and panties but I was so pissed that one of her friends may be in that room, I just walked in there to confront them. Nobody there. I go back into my bedroom and swear I hear somebody leaving and going down the stairs.

I ended up getting the locks changed, keeping a can of pepper spray under my pillow at night, and saging the place to get the negative energy out because more strange things kept happening after that day. I remember doing the saging and feeling something 'pushing' back with its own energy when I tried saging the staircase toward the basement. It was really scary but I think I got most of the negative energy out because I didn't have anything major happen afterwards. I don't know what that girl left in my apartment but DAMN!

[Nat]

About 10 years ago, my then-husband, my brother and I had gone to see my dad in Amarillo. When we got on the highway, I ended up accidentally headed the wrong way. I didn't realize for a while until I saw a sign showing the miles to some place in Oklahoma. We had driven for a while, so rather than turn back and go the way we'd come, we decided to take the smaller farm to market roads to get us going south again. However, we did have to turn the car around first before we could do this. When I did turn around, I saw for a moment an image of Jesus in my rear-view mirror. At the time I was a pretty staunch atheist. In this image, he was floating above the highway median, looked to be about 10 feet tall and had his hands slightly out at his sides. I knew it was just one of those things you see out of the corner of your eye sort of things - I didn't think Jesus was really floating above the highway median.

Anyway, I mentioned it to my then-husband and described it to him because he tends to be interested in these sorts of things. And we went on our way down the back roads toward the highway we were supposed to be on.

We came to a small town about 15 minutes later where we stopped for gas There was a border collie there with a bent muzzle (I assume from an accident). He was very charming and seemed very much to want to get in somebody's car. He was pretty pathetic - just trying to make friends with anybody. We asked about him inside the gas station and they said they'd never seen him before but he was probably dumped. My ex and I were already beyond our limit with the number of animals we had, and we didn't know really what we should do. We gave the dog some hot dogs from the gas station and drove off. And within 5 minutes we were back with a plan to pick up the dog, bring him back with us to Austin and see if we could find him a home since we couldn't keep him.

He happily jumped in our car when we came back. As we drove out of town, we realized we were in Nazareth, Texas.

When we got back to Austin, we went straight to the emergency vet I used to work for and asked if we could turn in a stray to them. The girl who worked there loved border collies, had a border collie, accepted the dog and said she'd contact the local border collie rescue group who would snap him up.

I always kinda felt like the rearview jesus was a random sign that we were supposed to help the dog in Nazareth, but it's been pointed out to me that you really can't throw a stick without hitting a town in Texas with some sort of biblical name. Still most don't relate directly to jesus and as an atheist I didn't spend much time thinking about the guy.

[Girl_On_Fire]

Glad to see this thread is back!

[Queenie]

I was 13 or 14 when this happened and I was living on Oahu.
I was home alone one Saturday afternoon watching the telly.
I started to hear my mother's music boxes go off in the other room for no reason. So, I thought this is strange so I got up and had a look.
They stopped right before I got to them. A few months passed and it happen again to me. This never happened to anyone else in my family.
I know there are plenty of ghosts and other weird things that live on
Oahu. So, it all kinda of made sense in a way.

[cinnamongrrl]

I didn't expect to be writing anything about our current house..it's probably under 20 years old....but

Today...I was alone in the house... I was working at the stove, cleaning the stove top....I had the hall light on (to my immediate left) and while I was standing there, the light got interrupted as if someone had walked by. It was very distinct and it took me about 3 seconds to stop what I was doing and realize that since no one was home, that should NOT happen....

Then, later I was getting ready to go to the store. I was looking everywhere for my keys. I figured I left them in the hatch when I was getting stuff in. I went out and put the dogs in the car and looked. Nada. Went in and did a sweep of the entire house. Still nothing. I went back outside to the car, and was about to check all over it when I suddenly heard the back door close. I froze...knowing I was entirely alone in the house...and then decided to go look There was no one there except the cat, but in going in the back yard I found my keys...laying where I had put them down near the garden when I was pulling weeds after I got home from the gym....



"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy...."

[Girl_On_Fire]

Originally Posted by cinnamongrrl563

I didn't expect to be writing anything about our current house..it's probably under 20 years old....but

Today...I was alone in the house... I was working at the stove, cleaning the stove top....I had the hall light on (to my immediate left) and while I was standing there, the light got interrupted as if someone had walked by. It was very distinct and it took me about 3 seconds to stop what I was doing and realize that since no one was home, that should NOT happen....

Oh, I've had that happen. It's so creepy because it takes you second to realize what just happened and the chill comes over you slowly. I've had interrupted sound too where it feels like someone is walking by and they're not. Weird.

[Rockinonahigh]

Tonight was one of my regular nights to play pool,all night it just felt like I was seeing the place in both in past time as well as real time but only in glimps and flashes out of the corner of my eye.Other folks said the place just felt off center for me it was liek standing at a cross roads seeing both sides.Not creepy just strange.

[FemmeItalian]

A year ago, 2011, the day after Thanksgiving....my mother had a terrible stomach ache. The next morning, it was so bad that I had to have her rushed to the ER.

After a couple weeks of this test and that test and various treatments....they did surgery......on Friday, Dec. 9th. When the surgeon opened her up, all he could see was cancer growth......both ovarian and intestional cancer. The next day we met to go up and tell our mom the results of surgery. She was bound and determined not to ruin any of our holidays and wanted to see her grandkids and great-grandchild open their gifts. Christmas was and still is my families favorite time of the year. Oncologist said that with treatment, she could live 1 - 1 1/2 years...without, perhaps 6 weeks. My mother was very short.....very Italian...very fiesty...very bossy.....and very stubborn...and refused any chemo treatment.

A few days later, she told me that all she wanted to do was to go home for the holidays...she was living with me at the time...so that Friday, 12/16, I had her brought home. For the next week I ran around getting her gifts purchased and wrapped...food bought...house decorated...and care for her, along with my brother and occassional home health care nurse (not overly impressed with them). Then on Friday afternoon....she told me she was done. I called hospice and they came over to do the paperwork and medicines...absolutely wonderful team...loved, loved, loved, them. In the middle of the night, my mom told me she was having terrible dreams...when she woke up a couple hours later...she told me it wouldn't be long. I called everyone and she passed that evening...Christmas Eve.

Everyone told me not to worry about dinner the next morning....but I got up early..."talked" with mom and made everything...Prime Rib Roast...Honey Ham...etc, etc. (my mother liked that Christmas song...about the boy who buys his mom red shoes on Christmas so she has them before she dies......my mom always told us if we ever bought her red shoes for Christmas...she would kick us out.....I know, it was my house...but she would still kick us out.....lol). So, we sit down to eat...do a Christmas toast...and I get up to go put the radio on...sure enough, what immediately starts from the beginning? It is that song. Made my brother start misting.

After dinner, we went into the media room to have the kids open gifts....my niece was taking photos of her daughter, in the dress that great-grammy bought her...it was such a fun and lively Christmas. Everyone was laughing and we just felt the spirit all through us. There was so, so much laughter and energy that night.

(my mothers favorite movie is the Twilight Series, her favorite color is purple, and her favorite flower is lilacs)

The next morning one of my brothers and I went to the funeral home. When we walked into the room full of urns, I immediately looked at a real nice purple one with silver etchings, up on a shelf....I pointed it out to my brother...who started misting again. He told me to come over and look at the name of it....."Twilight Lilac"......sold...we were done in 5 minutes.

When we got back to my house, my niece was there with her dad (other brother)...excited about the photos from the night before. In reviewing them....there was an orb in each of the photos...in different spots in each photo....around mom's grand-children/great-grandchild. She hadn't missed the holidays afterall. She was there from helping me cook to picking out what urn she wanted....I mentioned she was kinda bossy like that

A couple weeks later, I had her Celebration of Life in my backyard, around the pool. (She had written instructions for me. titled "My Last Chapter"..again...bossy Italian). I ordered chairs, special ordered lilacs, linens, etc. I cooked Italian foods and desserts for 125 people and we had 108 show up....

In reviewing photos of the celebration later on....there was an orb in the kitchen with me...as well as over my uncle in another photo (her favorite brother-in-law)...as well as next to her great-grandchild and my other nieces dogs.

Creepy...maybe...Wierd....yes...but I am very peaceful knowing that she is still here (telling us what to do...sigh)....and that she is also now with my dad (her Edward......for those Twilight fans).