Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

oceanman

Cheerful Spring wrote: »

This is creepy I **** myself if something like this was real, imagine driving down a dark country road and you see this thing on the road. The sound is muffled because I think he's wearing a bike helmet?

looks just like some mad deranged guy on a walking stick to me....

Arbie

Supernatural stories are interesting/scary to some but to me they are like reading fairy tales and fantasies.

I get a shiver down my spine when I hear the stories that have happened someone or could actually happen. I find that much more intriguing.

fryup

re: the video at the top of the page..

looks like yer one from the horror movie the ring

OldMrBrennan83

Graces7 wrote: »

ah you want to be SCARED :rolleyes:

See you were going alright until you had to throw in the condescending :rolleyes: thing.

There's plenty of room for a different thread on what you're talking about anyway if you so wished to start one.

Testament1

Graces7 wrote: »

I do not belive in creepy or unnerving as such as they are of darkness but in the supernatural, that third dimension.

Ehhmm, we exist in the third dimension......

Whispered

Funny creepy kid moment.

3yr old "perched" on the back of the couch yesterday.

"mammy look, im a bird. I'm blackbird singing to the dead"

"Oh cute. You mean blackbird singing in the dead of night?" (A song he's very familiar with.)

"No. Just singing to the dead"

"....o....kay......"

fryup

^^^^^^^^^^

"and they're right beside me mammy" :eek:

Sgt Hartman

I was on the Luas a few years back and this grotesque woman got on with her equally haggard friend. The 2 of them were speaking to each other in what sounded like a long lost dialect of Irish. The smell coming from the first woman was enough to wake the dead. I had to get off the Luas early as the stench was overwhelming.

LouD2016

I have FINALLY made it to the end of this thread

I grew up in an old house (maybe 200 years old) for as long as I remember I always had that feeling at night that there was someone watching me, to the extent that I would be in bed with the covers over my head terrified to move. When I was little I had the downstairs bedroom, I must have been about 5 or 6 , I woke one night and seen a person standing in the doorway with a rain jacket on with the hood up. I didn't feel scared at the time, just looked at it and went back to sleep.

When I was a teenager I moved to the upstairs bedroom. This is where I really used to get that horrible feeling of a presence always being there. One night I woke up and seen a little girl standing at the end of my bed. I sh*t myself and turned on the lamp - obviously no one was there.

Another time I was lying on the couch watching TV with my mam (during the day) and I glanced over to the window and seen a boy peering in the window. Shouted to my mam and she went out to see who it was. No one was there and there was no where on the road that someone could have hidden.

Parents went away one weekend and I got my now husband to come and stay with me. (I've never stayed a night on my own in that house!) I had told him all my stories but he didn't believe in any of it. Anyway went to bed. He woke me in middle of night saying there was someone in the doorway. My first thought was someone had broken in. He just kept saying theres a man standing there looking at us.
The lightswitch was across the room so I jumped up and turned on the light no one there. Now he isn't easily spooked but he was so scared that he made us get in his car and drive back to his house in the middle of the night. No way would he stay there.

I moved out when I was twenty and have lived in 3 different houses since. Not once have I gotten that feeling of being watched since. My husband's grandparents are from the area and were talking about where I grew up etc and I told them the house I lived in and they said that they had heard stories years ago about it being haunted.

BorneTobyWilde

LouD2016 wrote: »

I have FINALLY made it to the end of this thread

I grew up in an old house (maybe 200 years old) for as long as I remember I always had that feeling at night that there was someone watching me, to the extent that I would be in bed with the covers over my head terrified to move. When I was little I had the downstairs bedroom, I must have been about 5 or 6 , I woke one night and seen a person standing in the doorway with a rain jacket on with the hood up. I didn't feel scared at the time, just looked at it and went back to sleep.

When I was a teenager I moved to the upstairs bedroom. This is where I really used to get that horrible feeling of a presence always being there. One night I woke up and seen a little girl standing at the end of my bed. I sh*t myself and turned on the lamp - obviously no one was there.

Another time I was lying on the couch watching TV with my mam (during the day) and I glanced over to the window and seen a boy peering in the window. Shouted to my mam and she went out to see who it was. No one was there and there was no where on the road that someone could have hidden.

Parents went away one weekend and I got my now husband to come and stay with me. (I've never stayed a night on my own in that house!) I had told him all my stories but he didn't believe in any of it. Anyway went to bed. He woke me in middle of night saying there was someone in the doorway. My first thought was someone had broken in. He just kept saying theres a man standing there looking at us.
The lightswitch was across the room so I jumped up and turned on the light no one there. Now he isn't easily spooked but he was so scared that he made us get in his car and drive back to his house in the middle of the night. No way would he stay there.

I moved out when I was twenty and have lived in 3 different houses since. Not once have I gotten that feeling of being watched since. My husband's grandparents are from the area and were talking about where I grew up etc and I told them the house I lived in and they said that they had heard stories years ago about it being haunted.

Sephiroth_dude

Was having a nap and just as I woke I heard a female voice whisper my name clear as day.

up for anything

Whispered wrote: »

Funny creepy kid moment.

3yr old "perched" on the back of the couch yesterday.

"mammy look, im a bird. I'm blackbird singing to the dead"

"Oh cute. You mean blackbird singing in the dead of night?" (A song he's very familiar with.)

"No. Just singing to the dead"

"....o....kay......"

Maybe he meant a black bird rather than a blackbird.

"In fact ravens hold funerals for their dead. One bird will guard the body and rattle a death song, letting the other ravens know what has occured. They will form circle around the corpse, and dance round and round, croaking softly from deep within their throats."

http://ravensilverwing.tripod.com/ravens.html

NickNickleby

After I married and left home, my family moved house. THe new place was old , decades rather than centuries. Anyway, I discovered that people kept changing bedroom. After a while , my youngest sister started sleeping with Mam. I thought it odd, but didn't comment. A few years later, they sold up and moved.

Move forward about 10 years, and I'm having a chat with my brother. He told me a story about the goings on in the house - which stunned me , especially as no one ever mentioned this stuff to me.
On occasion, he would return from the UK for a holiday, and would stay with Mam and the sisters in the house in question. He didn't like staying there, but couldn't put a finger on why, nor did he ever say anything at the time. On one of these visits, the other brother arrived home from the UK, with his wife and young son in tow. It was decided that they would use the bedroom vacated by the sister. So, they're sitting in the living room and the young grandson has been put to bed. After a while they hear him calling out, so going to investigate, they find him standing on the landing. He's refusing to go back into the bedroom, because of the people in there. What people???? So his dad goes into the room, seeing no one, brings the son in who points and says,"there, and there". After a brief conference, new sleeping arrangements are made. At this point, the brother telling me the story is allocated the room with the people. Being a complete sceptic, and also being afraid of no one or nothing living (oh the stories I could tell...) he heads up to bed later. He fell asleep, and was woken by a deep guttural growling sound. He felt that whatever it was was very close to his face. He said, with eyes tightly shut: "fnck off out of this house. If I get out of this bed I'll fncking well tear you asunder". Instantly the growling stopped and he wasn't bothered again for the rest of the night. However, very next morning, the other brother and wife and child packed and left to stay with another family member. At the time they just said they were taking the opportunity to see the rest of the family.

Interestingly, my mother is not the type to be afraid of ghosts. Years ago, she got a fright when something woke her and looking at the foot of the bed she could make out a "mad oul' wan with wild hair" staring back at her. eventually she realised it was her reflection in the mirror. She got great mileage out of that story:pac:. But she never mentioned to me the story of that bedroom, and its nearly 20 years ago.

Graces7

Patww79 wrote: »

See you were going alright until you had to throw in the condescending :rolleyes: thing.

There's plenty of room for a different thread on what you're talking about anyway if you so wished to start one.

it was not condescending! Just I had not realised that that was what was sought.... Why that reaction ? REALLY! I honestly had never thought of anyone either nbeing scared let alone wanting a thrill like that.

Graces7

up for anything wrote: »

Maybe he meant a black bird rather than a blackbird.

"In fact ravens hold funerals for their dead. One bird will guard the body and rattle a death song, letting the other ravens know what has occured. They will form circle around the corpse, and dance round and round, croaking softly from deep within their throats."

http://ravensilverwing.tripod.com/ravens.html

sheep do this too. When a sheep dies in a field they troop past in file to say goodbye..

elephants too mourn their dead. So do cats. One of mine, the last of the three older ones from my Siamese breeding days, literally pined to death when his siblings died. Just faded slowly away.

Graces7

NickNickleby wrote: »

After I married and left home, my family moved house. THe new place was old , decades rather than centuries. Anyway, I discovered that people kept changing bedroom. After a while , my youngest sister started sleeping with Mam. I thought it odd, but didn't comment. A few years later, they sold up and moved.

Move forward about 10 years, and I'm having a chat with my brother. He told me a story about the goings on in the house - which stunned me , especially as no one ever mentioned this stuff to me.
On occasion, he would return from the UK for a holiday, and would stay with Mam and the sisters in the house in question. He didn't like staying there, but couldn't put a finger on why, nor did he ever say anything at the time. On one of these visits, the other brother arrived home from the UK, with his wife and young son in tow. It was decided that they would use the bedroom vacated by the sister. So, they're sitting in the living room and the young grandson has been put to bed. After a while they hear him calling out, so going to investigate, they find him standing on the landing. He's refusing to go back into the bedroom, because of the people in there. What people???? So his dad goes into the room, seeing no one, brings the son in who points and says,"there, and there". After a brief conference, new sleeping arrangements are made. At this point, the brother telling me the story is allocated the room with the people. Being a complete sceptic, and also being afraid of no one or nothing living (oh the stories I could tell...) he heads up to bed later. He fell asleep, and was woken by a deep guttural growling sound. He felt that whatever it was was very close to his face. He said, with eyes tightly shut: "fnck off out of this house. If I get out of this bed I'll fncking well tear you asunder". Instantly the growling stopped and he wasn't bothered again for the rest of the night. However, very next morning, the other brother and wife and child packed and left to stay with another family member. At the time they just said they were taking the opportunity to see the rest of the family.

Interestingly, my mother is not the type to be afraid of ghosts. Years ago, she got a fright when something woke her and looking at the foot of the bed she could make out a "mad oul' wan with wild hair" staring back at her. eventually she realised it was her reflection in the mirror. She got great mileage out of that story:pac:. But she never mentioned to me the story of that bedroom, and its nearly 20 years ago.

I did th e same when I opened the camera accidentally on my chromebook

Sephiroth_dude

Graces7 wrote: »

. So do cats.

Yes, there's a video on youtube a mother cat mourning her kitten and you can clearly see a tear run down her face, broke my heart

Graces7

The gales this last while, in Storm Callum, have had a different tone and depth. As well as the deep roar, a separate high pitched screeching from a different direction... easy to see where the banshee idea came from,, harbinger of death.. as it was in other storms in reality.. a coincidence or a forewarning?

Graces7

Sephiroth_dude wrote: »

Yes, there's a video on youtube a mother cat mourning her kitten and you can clearly see a tear run down her face, broke my heart

How heartbreaking literally. Such deep love costs. I will never forget that last cat of the three. They died within weeks of each other.. such abiding love between them. He would get off the armchair, pad over to the tray, then to the water bowl, back to the armchair. No amount of my love availed... He was determined.

joeguevara

Before I post I just want to say I know exactly what this was and have no need for it to be explained but wanted to share as it was one of the scariest things ever to happen to me.

A couple of months ago I was driving down to cork for work the next morning. It was late and I had done a full days work. About half way down I was really tired and knew I was at risk of falling asleep at the wheel. I pulled in to one of those laybys to get half an hours sleep. Just before I drifted off it came into my mind that I should lock the doors but didn’t.

About twenty minutes later i woke (or thought i did) and there was someone in the car. I couldn’t move and was paralyzed with fear. I felt a knife against my throat and could even smell it. I thought I was a goner and everything felt so real. I decided as I couldn’t move scream and expected to die to just drift off.

I woke up about 20 minutes later and realized it was sleep paralysis/nightmare. It couldn’t have been any more real and was the most terrifying thing that had ever happened me. Especially the fact that I couldn’t move. Last time I’ll pull into a layby though.

Sephiroth_dude

joeguevara wrote: »

Before I post I just want to say I know exactly what this was and have no need for it to be explained but wanted to share as it was one of the scariest things ever to happen to me.

A couple of months ago I was driving down to cork for work the next morning. It was late and I had done a full days work. About half way down I was really tired and knew I was at risk of falling asleep at the wheel. I pulled in to one of those laybys to get half an hours sleep. Just before I drifted off it came into my mind that I should lock the doors but didn’t.

About twenty minutes later i woke (or thought i did) and there was someone in the car. I couldn’t move and was paralyzed with fear. I felt a knife against my throat and could even smell it. I thought I was a goner and everything felt so real. I decided as I couldn’t move scream and expected to die to just drift off.

I woke up about 20 minutes later and realized it was sleep paralysis/nightmare. It couldn’t have been any more real and was the most terrifying thing that had ever happened me. Especially the fact that I couldn’t move. Last time I’ll pull into a layby though.

Sounds like you might have had a visit from the hat man

https://www.ranker.com/list/phantom-hat-man-facts/erin-mccann

Day Lewin

Sephiroth_dude wrote: »

Sounds like you might have had a visit from the hat man

https://www.ranker.com/list/phantom-hat-man-facts/erin-mccann

Ugh, I regret clicking that link. A totally creepy and unnerving half-hour spent reading about the "Black-eyed Children".
I'm now all gooseflesh and upset!

sbsquarepants

Testament1 wrote: »

Ehhmm, we exist in the third dimension......

Not me buddy - I'm a cartoon:D

Blingy

Sephiroth_dude wrote: »

Was having a nap and just as I woke I heard a female voice whisper my name clear as day.

This has happened to me a few times.

optogirl

Sorry if this has already been posted but there's a podcast based on a very similar thread on REDDIT called 'Let's Not Meet'. Creepy & unnerving stories narrated - 3 or 4 per episode. A bit hit & miss but I enjoy them on my commute!

Graces7

Years ago I lived atop a mountain in the midlands. |Wonderful view over the village and mountains across it.

I was and am an early riser and used to take a mug of coffee outside and sit and watch the light grow.

Found myself morning after morning looking at a strange blue light near the Church..... really strange..

When I was next in the village had a snoop around but nothing...

Finally asked the Priest who got really alarmed and huffy with me

I posted it on a specialist forum I was on and they got scared too....

The light was still shining when I left there....

Graces7

Some places become "dark" because of what has happened there..YOU know?

The island in the North Sea where I lived a decade.... far, far from land.. And for centuries isolated, living lives of utter penury and near starvation with no medical
care .. no doctor, no nurse, sometimes an old woman who they went to... No planes; the occasional fishing boat......no police. plenty of booze...

Just a group of families.... no pre birth or birth care and daylight for only 4 or 6 hours a day in winter..

small surprise things go awry ...... dark things in the night...when no one can see and no one really cares...

HEY is that the time? Back later..... maybe must run.....

Graces7

Ferry booked for a little later....

As some know I tend to an awareness of things that are not there to others. They used to call it second sight.

The cottage I lived in was very old; steeped in the centuries, and isolated.

And I began to be aware early on of things that had happened that were bad... Some say that the spirits of those who have suffered in a place stay there and reach out to those of kindness who listen. Certainly that was so there. Amid the everyday joys of my critters and the life I loved.

Hard to describe; Heard and saw do not fit, although these things are visual and audible to an aware person.

So I "saw" a man coming out of the cottage with a small child in his arms, and handing the limp body over to another man.

And I "knew" there was at least one baby buried under the floor of the barn.

This was reinforced when a scandal broke on a nearby island. Builders digging up a floor to start renovating a house found the remains of 11 babies, drowned in a bucket at birth for the sin of being born to a prostitute in a brothel run by a local worthy....

(NB I could not then access local burial records. They are now online but I stay clear)

So my home became at times a spiritually dark place.

For many reasons, mostly that after decades my illness was finally properly diagnosed and it was clear I could not access the health care I wanted, and also that the cottage was increasingly oppressive. I decided to move and to come to Ireland.

Got all arranged; too unwell to drive etc so organised the car etc to follow later by road and \I would fl y out with one of my cats, and a rucksack and laptop.

It was February , a stormy month and I left the cottage, wading through thick mud, in a rising gale. From the east which meant no boats etc

A neighbour drove me to the airstrip .. I had booked on our once a week flight and to connect with two more flights....

The cotttage was dark and cold in a way no fire would heat it. Many of us who pray know that darkness very well . It is of darkness.

I checked in, then went to sit in the car. Which was rocking in the gale... Prayed nonstop aloud which had my neighbour in tears....

The time passed and passed.... dark and stormy as I prayed for the pilot... They had by then no idea where the plane was.. it went round several islands, a little small Islander plane. Learned later that friends in the US who were concerned called the main airport to be told the plane had gone off the radar..

Then , as I gazed out at the bleak grey sky, a speck appeared, far away.. "is that a bird....."

IT WAS THE PLANE

As we boarded, I said to the pilot, " We were praying for you." he smiled and said, " Yes I heard you!"

And I watched as the cottage that had seen such pain and then the small island that had lived such harshness dwindled and shrank, taking the evil and darkness away...

razorblunt

Is it just me that reads all of Graces posts in William Shatner's voice?

Day Lewin

@Graces7

- No offense meant, but, if the cottage was that creepy (on that island full of ghosts), why did you go on living there?