Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

D Trent

irishgrover wrote: »

ok, This one is a bit complex, so please forgive the length....

BACKGROUND:
I lived in the Washington DC area for most of the '90s and early '00's with my girlfriend/wife.
My old childhood girlfriend was by coincidence living down the road and married to a guy was ex special forces type person and now worked for the government doing very sensitive international security work (This was not that unusual in that part of America..). Let's call them Mary and Mr. orange-head (he had a very unusual nickname that everyone used by default, this was not actually it) We were all very good friends and hung out a lot with other people from similar backgrounds.
In 2001 I moved back to Ireland, however the owner of my company was killed in the 911 attacks and I was soon unemployed with a new house, mortgage and baby on the way.

I looked to set up a business doing what I do, mostly from home, primarily for clients in the US, mostly DC. I would normally spend 3 weeks at home and one week on client sites in the states. When staying in the states I would normally stay with Mary and Mr. Orange-head, although Mr. Orange-heads was spending a lot of time in Kabul, and to a lesser extent Iraq during this period.

I got a call from a good friend that I used to work with (Steve) who had joined a new company working for the US gov., and wanted to set up a meeting with the hope of some potential business for me.
I got on a plane the next day, arriving in Dulles in the evening, and went to Mary and Mr. Orange-heads house. He was on assignment at the time in Kabul.

The next morning I meet Steve and the potential client (Tony) in a diner for a breakfast meeting and we are making small talk. Steve asks am I staying in Mary & Mr. Orange-heads house, and how are they (he knew them socially though me). I confirm that all is well and Orangehead left for Kabul a few days previously for a couple of weeks so I did not see him. Steve at this point jokingly says "are you really comfortable staying in your ex-girlfriends house, knowing that her husband travels the world and kills people for a living..., good thing he is not the jealous type"....

Tony, suddenly looked very perplexed and asked us what we were talking about, and asking loads of questions about Orangehead. I was oblique in my responses and asked him why he was interested?

He proceeded to explain that the previous night his phone rang, he answered it and there was a very drunk foreign guy looking for Orangehead, instead of saying wrong number and just hanging up they ended up chatting. The foreign guy had been on the beer most of the day celebrating the queens golden jubilee and was due to go to Kabul the following morning. He told Tony he was busy getting his passports ready and guns cleaned etc! The foreign guy explained he was meeting Orangehead in Kabul but did not know if he had left yet etc. He was drunk and kept asking if Tony really didn't know orangehead. After chatting randomly for 15 minutes and Tony listening to some fairly interesting but strange stories, he wishes him luck at they ended the strange but interesting conversation that started with a wrong number being dialed.

So I interrupt Tony and say yeah, that was "Mr Pink", he was fairly hammered last-night alright, too drunk to dial orangeheads correct phone number. When he did get the number right I was in orangeheads house (was just in from the airport), the phone rang and Mary (Mrs Orangehead) asked me to get it. I did, and it was "Mr Pink", whom I knew well. We chatted for a while, I gave him Orangeheads contract details and that was that, although he did mention he had just had a really drunk conversation with some randomer american that he has mi-dialed.
So Mr Pink mid-dialed an american phone number from Europe, ended up talking to a ramdon person, then got though to the right number and me..
and the next morning I had breakfast with that utterly random person........and he was totallyfreaked out

Mr Orangehead was subsequently murdered in Kabul less than 30 hrs later........,

irishgrover

Zillah wrote: »

what

1. man in Europe (Mr Pink) makes a phone call to house in america
2. Mr Pink dials wrong number ends up having long conversation with random person in America (Tony)
3. man in Europe (Mr Pink) then dials correct number and talks to me
4. Random man (Tony) and me, by utter coincidence, have breakfast meeting the next morning

irishgrover

D Trent wrote: »

Mr Orangehead was subsequently murdered in Kabul less than 30 hrs later........,

Thankfully not, Mr Pink, however died in Iraq in Dec '03

the_monkey

When you consider that 1 in 4 have been abused, then it is no wonder that there are so many stories of near abductions and misses because to reach that high a number there must have been just as many, if not more, failed attempts.

A lot of people I know have had genuine experience of narrowly escaping a strange or uneasy situation. They are the lucky ones who can speak about it.

Twaddle

1 in 4 have been abused, but most of them are by relations or people they know, the abductions are rare or just hysteria , I remember when I was a kid the white van stories going around.

Must be one stupid ****er to never have succeeded in nabbing a kid.

Also I think the original poster might have been sarcastic.

the_monkey

Zillah wrote: »

This whole child-abduction near-miss thing is always prevalent in these sort of threads. Each one might be a bit creepy and unnerving, but the sheer quantity of stories like this, here and on other forums, is probably the most unsettling thing.

Probably means that these are exaggerated stories , or they are remembering them incorrectly with embellishments ..

Zillah

the_monkey wrote: »

Probably means that these are exaggerated stories , or they are remembering them incorrectly with embellishments ..

So, it is rare, therefore evidence to the contrary is false? Think you might be looking at the situation backwards?

the_monkey

Zillah wrote: »

So, it is rare, therefore evidence to the contrary is false? Think you might be looking at the situation backwards?

what evidence ? this thread ?


That's like saying the Batman movies is evidence Batman exists ..

Poor Uncle Tom

the_monkey wrote: »

what evidence ? this thread ?


That's like saying the Batman movies is evidence Batman exists ..

Batman doesn't exist.....:eek:

ivytwine

Poor Uncle Tom wrote: »

Batman doesn't exist.....:eek:

Batman's a scientist.

Lads did we all get out on the wrong side this morning? Have we forgotten the true purpose of this thread... Scaring the everloving ****e out of each other?

DanielODonnell

I went over to Donegal once by accident, that was unnerving, yellow and green flegs outside the houses and all

the_monkey

the_monkey wrote: »

what evidence ? this thread ?

Mod

Don't post in this thread again, see earlier mod warning and pm if clarification needed.

mrsWhippy

A few years back, myself, the hubby and baby daughter rented a gite in Brittany for a week. The building was a renovated coach house stuck onto the side of a very old property.

From the moment we went into the place, I had a horrible feeling. I'm not one for superstition or anything, I'm as cynical as the best of them, but I felt on edge the entire week. I cant explain it. I was still feeding my daughter at night and would dread going into her room in the dark. I was terrified. It didn't help that they had this really really old spooky kids high chair which was like something from the 1800s.

When we checked out, I was so relieved. I nearly skipped out the door.

Boring, uneventful story, but I still get the shivers thinking about that place.

colossus-x

^^ pff I'm so disappointed - I though something really bad was going to happen.

Whispered

Did you ever look up the history of the place?

mrsWhippy

colossus-x wrote: »

^^ pff I'm so disappointed - I though something really bad was going to happen.

I know. Sorry to disappoint you. I however was delighted. My week there was like watching a horror movie always waiting for the fright!

I read a small bit about the history of the place in the welcome pack - nothing sinister though. I was going to ask the owner after we checked out but I was afraid I'd sound like a crazy lady.

Mint Aero

mrsWhippy wrote: »

I know. Sorry to disappoint you. I however was delighted. My week there was like watching a horror movie always waiting for the fright!

I read a small bit about the history of the place in the welcome pack - nothing sinister though. I was going to ask the owner after we checked out but I was afraid I'd sound like a crazy lady.

One of the better stories I read here as it's entirely factual. The suspense is palpable. No need for details. It's the lack of detail which fuels the darkest recesses of our minds. 10/10.

cazzer22

Eagerly awaiting another story.........

D Trent

cazzer22 wrote: »

Eagerly awaiting another story.........

JESUS CHRIST! Don't creep up and comment like that


MY Heart !

cazzer22

D Trent wrote: »

JESUS CHRIST! Don't creep up and comment like that


MY Heart !

HAHAHAH! You deserve a lot of thanks for that one.

dandyelevan

Back in the late 50s and 1960s my parents rented out rooms, a type of unofficial B&B.

Living in the wilderness of Munster they didn't get much business except for visiting tradesmen, travelling actors with the fit-ups and the odd tourist couple.
One such couple, middle aged Americans, stayed with us for a week in the late 1960s. They had a hired car and did a lot of travelling about the county, mostly by day.
One evening they arrived back later than usual and it was quite dark. They had taken a wrong road in the warren of by-roads in east Limerick and ended up in the village of Rearcross Co. Tipperary "before we could find a wide enough place to turn the car around"!

We though it was quite funny as the road they took would hardly take a donkey-cart, let alone the big Ford car they drove.
Next morning at breakfast the couple mentioned 'meeting a strange little Funeral procession on the narrow mountain road' while they were lost the previous night.

'A tall priest, walking in front of six men carrying a casket on their shoulders, followed by about a dozen people...miles from any village or even a house...don't they have hearses in Ireland?' ' And...when we got to turn the car we expected to catch up with the little procession, but there was no sign of anybody on the road...they could not have reached the village in that space of time.'

'The priest was certainly Father M....., my mother said, and they were most likely carrying a deceased person to be waked in a house down a side-road or boreen.'

The couple seemed satisfied with mother's explanation, but found the whole thing unusual, and wished they'd taken photographs....etc.

When they'd left for the day I asked my mother why she'd mentioned Fr. M....a priest who was dead for years.

'They're not the first to see him escort a ghost Funeral on that road she said, and they won't be the last.'

dandyelevan

Double post

Backpack20

Interesting post , enjoyed that allot! I follow this thread allot it's very entertaining at times! I live 5-10 minutes away from rearcross in Tipperary and my dad was born there , I showed it to him just there . He can remember there father murphy that was the parish priest in that village at that time.

dandyelevan

Backpack20 wrote: »

Interesting post , enjoyed that allot! I follow this thread allot it's very entertaining at times! I live 5-10 minutes away from rearcross in Tipperary and my dad was born there , I showed it to him just there . He can remember there father murphy that was the parish priest in that village at that time.

Sorry but the 'M' was my invention as I didn't want to mention names. The sighting was a good few miles from Rearcross.
Sorry for not explaining that in the story.

DareGod

I lost Billy 5 years ago. He loved cheese & onion crisps, couldn't move in our house for cheese & onion crisps. Quavers, he loved quavers, multipacks of quavers, he loved em.

And when he died, at the funeral, as they lowered the coffin into the ground... I swear on our Christine's eyes.......... empty bag of quavers blew across! That were Billy! Billy did that!

Missymoohaa

dandyelevan wrote: »

Back in the late 50s and 1960s my parents rented out rooms, a type of unofficial B&B.

Living in the wilderness of Munster they didn't get much business except for visiting tradesmen, travelling actors with the fit-ups and the odd tourist couple.
One such couple, middle aged Americans, stayed with us for a week in the late 1960s. They had a hired car and did a lot of travelling about the county, mostly by day.
One evening they arrived back later than usual and it was quite dark. They had taken a wrong road in the warren of by-roads in east Limerick and ended up in the village of Rearcross Co. Tipperary "before we could find a wide enough place to turn the car around"!

We though it was quite funny as the road they took would hardly take a donkey-cart, let alone the big Ford car they drove.
Next morning at breakfast the couple mentioned 'meeting a strange little Funeral procession on the narrow mountain road' while they were lost the previous night.

'A tall priest, walking in front of six men carrying a casket on their shoulders, followed by about a dozen people...miles from any village or even a house...don't they have hearses in Ireland?' ' And...when we got to turn the car we expected to catch up with the little procession, but there was no sign of anybody on the road...they could not have reached the village in that space of time.'

'The priest was certainly Father M....., my mother said, and they were most likely carrying a deceased person to be waked in a house down a side-road or boreen.'

The couple seemed satisfied with mother's explanation, but found the whole thing unusual, and wished they'd taken photographs....etc.

When they'd left for the day I asked my mother why she'd mentioned Fr. M....a priest who was dead for years.

'They're not the first to see him escort a ghost Funeral on that road she said, and they won't be the last.'

Oh I loved that post. Proper creepy and exciting at the same time.

goose1

Posted this in Paranormal hoping for an explanation but posting here now just cause I've really enjoyed the thread!

A few years ago, my house had been renovated. Our house is about 70 years old and has always belonged to relations. House renovated maybe 10 years ago....no issues ever.

Went to college in 09 and admittedly drank a LOT....but on easter hols i did not go drinking once. This was after my 18th. First night I felt a sudden chill and something brush against my head in bed. For some reason thought it was my 18th balloon but kept quiet as I knew that couldn't wander round by itself. Told mum the next day and she of course told me balloons didnt walk by themselves.

Next night, I feel a similar sensation, very chilled suddenly. closed eyes in fear. Daydreaming but think I felt someone say 'hello' outside my head....again I just sat with eyes squeezed shur in fear. I heard something slide up on the bed (balloon) and then a hand run over my head and attempt to place a shushing finger on my lips. At this point I woke and SHRIEKED. The figure on my bed grinned horribly and disappeared into a point behind it. It had a creepy, clown esque smile but I know it was no good.

sweetie

Were you reading IT at the time?

goose1

If that's directed at me I don't even understand it....or should I say IT

Rubberlegs

goose1 wrote: »

If that's directed at me I don't even understand it....or should I say IT

IT is a Stephen King book about an evil clown....

mud

dandyelevan wrote: »

They had taken a wrong road in the warren of by-roads in east Limerick and ended up in the village of Rearcross Co. Tipperary "before we could find a wide enough place to turn the car around"!

We though it was quite funny as the road they took would hardly take a donkey-cart

'The priest was certainly Father M....., my mother said, and they were most likely carrying a deceased person to be waked in a house down a side-road or boreen.'
'

I live in East Limerick too and my friend told me a very similar story about a similar road quite near me. My Grandfather was the man to see the funeral procession. Freaky!

Backpack20 wrote: »

Interesting post , enjoyed that allot! I follow this thread allot it's very entertaining at times! I live 5-10 minutes away from rearcross in Tipperary and my dad was born there , I showed it to him just there . He can remember there father murphy that was the parish priest in that village at that time.

Hi neighbourino! (ish) :P


My story isn't too unnerving really but my close friend died an untimely death last week. He did lots of work in my house, so many improvements. He was going to tackle the curtain rail in my room next. It's been borked for years and I just have a woolen blanket draped over the rail rather than curtains. That blanket has been up there for donkey's without moving but since he died it's fallen down on me twice! I wonder is he trying to tell me to get it fixed?