Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

sbsquarepants · 08-03-2017 05:52PM

No, I live in an apartment, you could conceivably get to my front door if someone left the main door open or buzzed you in, but when you get there I don't have a letterbox or window to fish anything through.
And in any case, they would have needed the car key to put the house keys in the car!

It's clearly a zombie cleaner, only logical explanation:D

reap-a-rat · 08-03-2017 05:56PM

My sister is in New Zealand and has been abroad for about 3 years now. I've Vibered her once in that time to tell her something and her contact with me is limited to Christmas. Nothing bad, we're just both not contacty people. For no reason yesterday I thought to myself that I should actually viber her to see how she was getting on, if she was planning a visit etc. Catch up basically. Something distracted me so I forgot again. About 2 hours after I got a viber message from her wondering how I was getting on! I didn't even have her number in my contacts it's been that long since I've used it (i had her Australian number and she used her NZ number!). Couldn't believe the coincidence. May sound small to some but I'd honestly never just contact her to catch up and nor her with me. Might be start of a new trend ðŸ˜Š

blinding · 08-03-2017 06:58PM

sbsquarepants wrote: »

No, I live in an apartment, you could conceivably get to my front door if someone left the main door open or buzzed you in, but when you get there I don't have a letterbox or window to fish anything through.
And in any case, they would have needed the car key to put the house keys in the car!

It's clearly a zombie cleaner, only logical explanation:D

Alien Abduction.....The Need for Keys Baffles them............;)

blinding · 08-03-2017 07:00PM

reap-a-rat wrote: »

My sister is in New Zealand and has been abroad for about 3 years now. I've Vibered her once in that time to tell her something and her contact with me is limited to Christmas. Nothing bad, we're just both not contacty people. For no reason yesterday I thought to myself that I should actually viber her to see how she was getting on, if she was planning a visit etc. Catch up basically. Something distracted me so I forgot again. About 2 hours after I got a viber message from her wondering how I was getting on! I didn't even have her number in my contacts it's been that long since I've used it (i had her Australian number and she used her NZ number!). Couldn't believe the coincidence. May sound small to some but I'd honestly never just contact her to catch up and nor her with me. Might be start of a new trend ðŸ˜Š

Ye're getting older... A Need to contact relatives comes upon ya as ya get older........

reap-a-rat · 08-03-2017 07:06PM

blinding wrote: »

Ye're getting older... A Need to contact relatives comes upon ya as ya get older........

OK getting older is definitely unnerving...

branie2 · 08-03-2017 07:16PM

in a Madame Tussauds guide, in the section about the chamber of horror, it was a picture of the garrotte. The victim being executed was baring his teeth and clutching a crucifix as he was being strangled by the iron collar

Missymoohaa · 08-03-2017 09:13PM

branie2 wrote:

in a Madame Tussauds guide, in the section about the chamber of horror, it was a picture of the garrotte. The victim being executed was baring his teeth and clutching a crucifix as he was being strangled by the iron collar

I'm at a loss here, what are you saying.... That a madam tussauds waxwork is weird?

branie2 · 09-03-2017 12:18AM

It was the way that particular waxwork was depicted that was creepy. He was undergoing an agonizing death

qo2cj1dsne8y4k · 09-03-2017 02:26AM

reap-a-rat wrote: »

My sister is in New Zealand and has been abroad for about 3 years now. I've Vibered her once in that time to tell her something and her contact with me is limited to Christmas. Nothing bad, we're just both not contacty people. For no reason yesterday I thought to myself that I should actually viber her to see how she was getting on, if she was planning a visit etc. Catch up basically. Something distracted me so I forgot again. About 2 hours after I got a viber message from her wondering how I was getting on! I didn't even have her number in my contacts it's been that long since I've used it (i had her Australian number and she used her NZ number!). Couldn't believe the coincidence. May sound small to some but I'd honestly never just contact her to catch up and nor her with me. Might be start of a new trend ðŸ˜Š

Love this, reminds me of similar years ago. Myself and my partner were finished and he had gone to Toronto. He was the closest friend I had even after we split up and probably the only person I didn't have to be strong and tough for. As newly seperated people usually do, we fought a lot, decided we couldn't even stay friends, we were done with each other etc. I was having a really hard time
This particular time, he knew nothing about it as we werent speaking. This particular night I cried myself to sleep and just wanted him to talk to, him to give me a hug and him to fix it. I woke up the next morning with a "hey, how's things?" text he had sent during the night. The timing was extremely bizzare

Ann22 · 09-03-2017 09:42AM

LexieOnRale wrote:

Love this, reminds me of similar years ago. Myself and my partner were finished and he had gone to Toronto. He was the closest friend I had even after we split up and probably the only person I didn't have to be strong and tough for. As newly seperated people usually do, we fought a lot, decided we couldn't even stay friends, we were done with each other etc. I was having a really hard time This particular time, he knew nothing about it as we werent speaking. This particular night I cried myself to sleep and just wanted him to talk to, him to give me a hug and him to fix it. I woke up the next morning with a "hey, how's things?" text he had sent during the night. The timing was extremely bizzare

Have you hear from him since then? Sounds like you still had deep feelings for him. That must've been really hard with him emigrating.

Ann22 · 09-03-2017 09:42AM

LexieOnRale wrote:

Love this, reminds me of similar years ago. Myself and my partner were finished and he had gone to Toronto. He was the closest friend I had even after we split up and probably the only person I didn't have to be strong and tough for. As newly seperated people usually do, we fought a lot, decided we couldn't even stay friends, we were done with each other etc. I was having a really hard time This particular time, he knew nothing about it as we werent speaking. This particular night I cried myself to sleep and just wanted him to talk to, him to give me a hug and him to fix it. I woke up the next morning with a "hey, how's things?" text he had sent during the night. The timing was extremely bizzare

Have you hear from him since then? Sounds like you still had deep feelings for him. That must've been really hard with him emigrating.

qo2cj1dsne8y4k · 09-03-2017 09:44AM

Ann22 wrote: »

Have you hear from him since then? Sounds like you still had deep feelings for him. That must've been really hard with him emigrating.

We ended up getting back together. With him now

sbsquarepants · 09-03-2017 09:45AM

blinding wrote: »

Alien Abduction.....The Need for Keys Baffles them............;)

I did feel ever so slightly probed now that you mention it:eek:

suicide_circus · 09-03-2017 09:46AM

LexieOnRale wrote: »

We ended up getting back together. With him now

Pair of drama Queens!

Widdershins · 09-03-2017 10:57AM

I was tidying up before bed a few nights ago and my appointment diary was on the table where I always leave it. I was really tired and not thinking straight. I had a thought, ''you should put that away somewhere safe''. ''Don't be stupid'' I told myself ''it's not like someone's going to break in and steal it''. I left it where it was, wondering if I might wake up the next morning and find that the dog has eaten it or something. It wasn't on the table in the morning. I found it in my rucksack today. I never use the rucksack and haven't looked at it for ages, I just wanted to check it for something else.

As I said, I remember being really tired and not thinking clearly, but I also remember giving the book a last glance where it was lying on the table, before I went to bed.

LynnGrace · 09-03-2017 03:16PM

DanMurphy wrote: »

One day my watch fell off my wrist because the little bar holding the strap fell out. Couldn't find it anywhere.
I tried every Jewelers in town but couldn't get one to fit.
I liked that watch, so I carried it about in my pocket for about a year and no luck finding a 'holding bar' for it, even when in London.
One day I got a flat tire on the car and when the garage-man had it fixed I asked what punctured it...a nail perhaps?
No, he said, just this little silver thingy...and he handed over my little watch-bar.
There and then I popped it back on the watch, none the worse for the wear !

Not creepy, but a great co-incidence really.

Not creepy, but I really liked this story.

Laois_Man · 09-03-2017 03:37PM

I remember years ago being out and about and I rang home from a phone box (before mobiles) coz I needed to talk to my brother and I unknowingly dialed the wrong number and my aunty answered. I had accidentally dialed her house number - she lived about 3 miles from us - and the mad thing was, I didn't even do that subconsciously by accident because I never actually knew my auntys number. So I stood there for ages arguing with her asking why she was answering our phone, where my brother was and then I got thick when she kept asking me why my brother would be in her house, me still thinking I had rang my own home

I later discovered that her number was very similar to ours - just a couple of digits reversed or something like that. I was blown away by both the coincidence of the similar number and the fact that it was the very wrong number I dialed.

blinding · 09-03-2017 03:41PM

When One considers how Many coincidences could happen then its not surprising

That some coincidences do happen..........

SpillingTheTea · 09-03-2017 06:12PM

I love this thread! I've had a few creepy things happen, but this was one that always sticks out in my head! We had moved into the house my gran lived in years beforehand. I remember this one time years ago when I was in 6th year and I was walking home from school.
My godfather had died when I was a child and he died in that house. He was really close to my Mam and dad.

Anyway I never really knew him or remembered him because I was so young when he died, but I always felt connected to him because my Mam and dad always talked about him and had him pictures everywhere. But this one day I was walking up the street to go home and I SWEAR (and I still get still get emotional/goosebumps now when I think about it) he was walking towards me on the street from the direction from my house, wearing the jacket he always wore and listening to an old Walkman with really old headphones. He slowed as he got to me and as we passed each other, he smiled at me. He had the same crooked front teeth he had and he just kept on walking. I turned around to see where he was and he was and he was already heading around the corner.

I ran up to my house to tell my Mam about what had happened as I was already shaken from it. When I got there both my gran and my mam were sitting in the kitchen looking at a box of his old photos and music.

I still get chills thinking about that.

Ferrari3600 · 09-03-2017 06:49PM

branie2 wrote: »

It was the way that particular waxwork was depicted that was creepy. He was undergoing an agonizing death

There's a church in Dublin where you can see corpses from the Middle Ages in a relatively well-preserved state.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Michan's_Church,_Dublin

Lady is a tramp · 09-03-2017 07:11PM

Ferrari3600 wrote: »

There's a church in Dublin where you can see corpses from the Middle Ages in a relatively well-preserved state.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Michan's_Church,_Dublin

I had the weirdest experience in that very church!

I was an in-patient in a psychiatric hospital at the time (always a promising start to any creepy story), and was in a DBT group where that day's homework was to have a new experience between that group and the next group two days later. (The homework was much more complicated than that, but that was the essence of it.)

The next day, I wangled myself a day pass and went for a wander about town. I'd lived in Dublin for years, but had never heard of this St Michans place, but ended up there nonetheless. Great, I can view some mummies, that's my "new experience" sorted! So I signed up for the tour.

There was just myself and one other fella doing the tour. We got chatting a wee bit. His name was Ben, he was a postman from Bristol. He had a massive horn in his hand. I'm not joking! :pac: It was like a big huge curly elephant's tusk, and I asked him about it. He said it was called a Shofar. (Feel free to Google, loads of info!) He said that, on his days off from being a postman, he takes random flights to random cities. With his Shofar. Has loads of trouble getting through Customs! It's a Jewish spiritual type thingy, and it's always a big massive deal when he blows it for the first time in a new country.

By this stage we were outside in the graveyard, and he very respectfully asked my permission to bless me with his Shofar (Hnar hnar, yes, very funny.) He said that he could sense I'd been struggling for a very long time and that he wanted to pray that my mind would ease. He told me change was coming in my life, my compulsions and anxiety would ease, and that change would come sooner than I would think. He told me that I had an amazing future ahead of me and that the pain in my past would go towards healing more people than I could ever imagine.

Now bear in mind, at this stage, I'd told him nothing about myself apart from my name and my profession (an accountant.) There was nothing about me that would have given away the fact that I was a patient at the time; I was dressed and acting and talking like anyone you might meet on the street on any given day.

Anyways, then, there in the windswept graveyard that is in the middle of Dublin city but feels like the middle of nowhere, he held his hand on my forehead and blessed me and then blew the Shofar over my head and it echoed so loudly and it was actually a really magical unique spiritual moment.

That was not even a year ago. In that year I've turned my life around, everything he's said has come true. And as for helping people ... I've played my own little part in saving lives already, people with similar issues to myself (childhood sexual abuse and addiction issues.) And actually, it looks like helping others in these areas is going to be a huge part of my future. Something I'd never have expected. Sure I never thought I'd even get myself right! Let alone the privilege of helping anyone else.

I dunno. Coincidence? Probably. But when I'm sad, it makes me smile to remember that there's a postman called Ben from Bristol who, on his days off, flies around the world with his Shofar to try to ease peoples' souls in the best way he knows how. And isn't that just a beautiful thought.

MonkieSocks · 09-03-2017 07:37PM

^^^^ Is this him?
( See Previous Post )

Ben Daniels travels around the world blowing his shofar

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VmxvcGn_Gjs

09-03-2017 07:38PM

Lady is a tramp wrote: »

I had the weirdest experience in that very church!

I was an in-patient in a psychiatric hospital at the time (always a promising start to any creepy story), and was in a DBT group where that day's homework was to have a new experience between that group and the next group two days later. (The homework was much more complicated than that, but that was the essence of it.)

The next day, I wangled myself a day pass and went for a wander about town. I'd lived in Dublin for years, but had never heard of this St Michans place, but ended up there nonetheless. Great, I can view some mummies, that's my "new experience" sorted! So I signed up for the tour.

There was just myself and one other fella doing the tour. We got chatting a wee bit. His name was Ben, he was a postman from Bristol. He had a massive horn in his hand. I'm not joking! :pac: It was like a big huge curly elephant's tusk, and I asked him about it. He said it was called a Shofar. (Feel free to Google, loads of info!) He said that, on his days off from being a postman, he takes random flights to random cities. With his Shofar. Has loads of trouble getting through Customs! It's a Jewish spiritual type thingy, and it's always a big massive deal when he blows it for the first time in a new country.

By this stage we were outside in the graveyard, and he very respectfully asked my permission to bless me with his Shofar (Hnar hnar, yes, very funny.) He said that he could sense I'd been struggling for a very long time and that he wanted to pray that my mind would ease. He told me change was coming in my life, my compulsions and anxiety would ease, and that change would come sooner than I would think. He told me that I had an amazing future ahead of me and that the pain in my past would go towards healing more people than I could ever imagine.

Now bear in mind, at this stage, I'd told him nothing about myself apart from my name and my profession (an accountant.) There was nothing about me that would have given away the fact that I was a patient at the time; I was dressed and acting and talking like anyone you might meet on the street on any given day.

Anyways, then, there in the windswept graveyard that is in the middle of Dublin city but feels like the middle of nowhere, he held his hand on my forehead and blessed me and then blew the Shofar over my head and it echoed so loudly and it was actually a really magical unique spiritual moment.

That was not even a year ago. In that year I've turned my life around, everything he's said has come true. And as for helping people ... I've played my own little part in saving lives already, people with similar issues to myself (childhood sexual abuse and addiction issues.) And actually, it looks like helping others in these areas is going to be a huge part of my future. Something I'd never have expected. Sure I never thought I'd even get myself right! Let alone the privilege of helping anyone else.

I dunno. Coincidence? Probably. But when I'm sad, it makes me smile to remember that there's a postman called Ben from Bristol who, on his days off, flies around the world with his Shofar to try to ease peoples' souls in the best way he knows how. And isn't that just a beautiful thought.

Jaysus....sell the film rights and you'll be rich too!

Lady is a tramp · 09-03-2017 07:41PM

MonkieSocks wrote: »

^^^^ Is this him?
( See Previous Post )

Ben Daniels travels around the world blowing his shofar

It is I think! I googled him at the time but could find nothing!

NegativeCreep · 09-03-2017 10:57PM

Anyone else wish Ben would come and sort out their lives for them?

09-03-2017 11:54PM

Lady is a tramp wrote: »

By this stage we were outside in the graveyard, and he very respectfully asked my permission to bless me with his Shofar (Hnar hnar, yes, very funny.) He said that he could sense I'd been struggling for a very long time and that he wanted to pray that my mind would ease. He told me change was coming in my life, my compulsions and anxiety would ease, and that change would come sooner than I would think. He told me that I had an amazing future ahead of me and that the pain in my past would go towards healing more people than I could ever imagine.

Now bear in mind, at this stage, I'd told him nothing about myself apart from my name and my profession (an accountant.) There was nothing about me that would have given away the fact that I was a patient at the time; I was dressed and acting and talking like anyone you might meet on the street on any given day.

Anyways, then, there in the windswept graveyard that is in the middle of Dublin city but feels like the middle of nowhere, he held his hand on my forehead and blessed me and then blew the Shofar over my head and it echoed so loudly and it was actually a really magical unique spiritual moment.

The moral of the story.

Shofar so good.

Bambi985 · 10-03-2017 01:32AM

Ben from Bristol is an absolute legend.

eurokev · 10-03-2017 02:45AM

Myself and my dad enjoy magic. Your David Blane , Penn and Teller , derren brown etc... So the Christmas before last I splashed out and got tickets for us to go and see Keith Barry the following week on New year's Eve Eve. Neither of us had ever been to anything like it before so we were hoping it would be good, and could turn in to a thing we could do a few times a year together when acts toured in our area.

Anyway, we got to the show to discover we were in the 2nd row from the front. Not pre planned, I just bought the first available tickets available online from the ticket portal. For those of you that have ever been to anything like this where there is an amount of audience participation, you are asked to sign a waiver if you are in the first 3-4 rows, as participants for the more"exciting" parts of the show are pulled from these seats apparently. So thinking nothing of it, we put our John Hancock on the waiver, without really looking at it, and went to our seats to enjoy the show.

All was going good. The interval came and went, most stuff was going smoothly for Keith, but there was still plenty of stuff that didn't quiet work for him due to the nature of a live show. A knife prop thing fell over, ruining a segment for him, and a drunk woman also went up on stage and was trying to upstage Keith by thinking she was the comedic star of the show. But mostly smoothly as I say with plenty of audience participation, and my dad was having a great time...... Until Keith took a shine to him and called him up on stage.

After a lot of persuasion my dad went up anyway. The trick was that age old trick of crushing someone's watch in a bag with a hammer, and magically making it reappear undamaged a few moments later, after some tension.

So my dad gave him the watch... Bang bang bang . Keith hits the watch a few belts in the bag, and empties the shattered contents in to my dad's hands. The audience awaits the big reveal... Don don don... But no, something is wrong. The whole audience could sense Keith's anxiety. My dad started getting extremely uncomfortable up there, as was Keith. Off mic Keith says something in my dad's ear and someone behind the curtain calls my dad backstage. Let's have it for Donal ladies and gentlemen... Keith moves on with the last 10 mins of the show. The audience just brush it off as one of those things and the show finishes.

So people start making their way out and my dad still had not come back to his seat. Every one is more or less gone so I pick up my dad's jacket and stand up wondering what to do. Now my dad is a quiet man, but bang, an emergency exit door to the side of the stage is blown open against the wall and my dad storms back in to theatre. I had only ever seen him that angry once, when my older brother gave me a bit of a thumping when we were kids.

That f**king d**khead he is saying. Beep beep beep. He's swearing for high heaven. He's like a bull.

Turns out Keith didn't Palm my dad's watch for a fake watch and ended up destroying my dad's watch. It was an expensive watch that was given to his father on his retirement and passed on to my dad after his death. So not only was it expensive, it had huge sentimental value for him.

Turns out Keith Barry's manager back stage was admitting no liability due to the waiver we had signed. Keith being a little chickens*it dodged my dad backstage and security had ushered my dad out. There was nothing we could do tonight anyway, so we went to the hotel I had booked down the road to hit the hay, with the plan on ringing a friend of his who is a solicitor in the morning. My dad cursing all sorts, all night before he drifted off.

So morning came we had breakfast, and my dad like a bull looking at the pale patch on his wrist where the watch had been for years. He just wanted out of there and back home so we hit the road straight away after breakfast.

Just outside the town before we hit the motorway I pulled in to get petrol. My dad went in to pay and get a treat for spin home. So as I was waiting in the car, I sees Keith Barry scampering out very quickly like a weasel from the shop and in to a VW 4x4 at another pump and speeding off.

2 seconds later the door of the shop bursts open and my dad belying his years bulls out, red with rage again holding a tray with 2 cups of coffee in one hand and a cuisine de France bag in the other.

The little fu**er I'll tell ya I'll get him, my dad is saying. I'm getting on to Joe Duffy, rte that stupid pr*ck isn't getting away with.

"Enjoy the donut", is what my dad told me is all keith said to him when he approached Keith in the shop about the watch.

My dad wanted me to chase him down in the car, but I had him calmed down in a few minutes and we got on the road again.

So we were there, on the road my dad cursing away next to me as he is drinking his coffee. Then he pulls out the cuisine de France bag, angles it towards me to pull out a donut and then takes out his own.

So we start eating the donut and my dad starts again,. What the f is in this he is saying....

You'll never guess what it was...

F***ing

Jam

SilverTom · 10-03-2017 03:28AM

Hook line and sinker old bean, well done lol lol lol.

Thought it was a bit dodgy in places but still the drama willed me to beleive

NyOmnishambles · 10-03-2017 02:57PM

Lady is a tramp wrote: »

I had the weirdest experience in that very church!
......
That was not even a year ago. In that year I've turned my life around, everything he's said has come true. And as for helping people ... I've played my own little part in saving lives already, people with similar issues to myself (childhood sexual abuse and addiction issues.) And actually, it looks like helping others in these areas is going to be a huge part of my future. Something I'd never have expected. Sure I never thought I'd even get myself right! Let alone the privilege of helping anyone else.

I dunno. Coincidence? Probably. But when I'm sad, it makes me smile to remember that there's a postman called Ben from Bristol who, on his days off, flies around the world with his Shofar to try to ease peoples' souls in the best way he knows how. And isn't that just a beautiful thought.

That is a beautiful story

Glad to hear things are turning around for you

Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

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