Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

Graces7 wrote: »

WOW! A huge ruined house.. I love these things so made for it, gazing ahead at the detailled ruins...

As I neared it, .. it vanished.  Just not there any more. Gone.. all gone..

I went on with my day then sought online any expert local historians. Asked was there ever a house there as there was nothing online or on maps or in the publicity stuff...

This is very similar to something that happened to me.  Fifteen years ago I was up a hill visiting a remote and beautiful graveyard in Wicklow.  Its history goes back a thousand years or more, there's everything up there: neolithic stones, the grave of a hero of 1798, the faint remains of an old chapel, St Brigid's Well.  The path in goes straight through and out via another gate at the far side, and just beyond this other gate is the forest and a sign saying:: No Entry, private.  

Well, red rag to a bull or what!!  Out through this gate and soon we're wombling about on the forest paths - there were four of us.  And we got lost.  After a fair old walk we saw the gable end of a house in the trees so we headed for that.  When we got there it turned out to be the ruin of a sizeable place, much bigger than the little fallen cabins we find in the woods round here but totally different to the big country houses.  We trekked on for a further while, until eventually we met two chaps on quad bikes - Coillte workers - and they lead us down off the hill to the back of the local Big House, where we managed to get out and onto the road.  The ruins we saw were near the top of the hill, well away from this country house.

I've been back to that graveyard many a time since, and have gone through the back gates into the forest and all round the place with OS Maps without getting lost.  I have never found that big gable again.  Four of us saw it, I'm not going mad. 

I've searched the old maps, the aerial views, tithe books, land valuation books, archaeological surveys - there's no sign of a recent sizeable building up there.  I found one fleeting reference to a mediaeval nunnery on the hill, called St Mary de Poer.  That's what the gable looked like, a substantial mediaeval wall with one window high up ...

Talking to a stranger online today about a local event and as the conversation went on it got more and more obvious that he has the exact writing style and sense of humour of a friend of mine who passed away in March.

I have a very healthy, lush little graden full of flowers like a cottage garden with trees outside the windows. They're well established now after four years of growing and don't need an special care and just grow away fine when I'm not at home. My housemate pointed out that the tress and roses started dying when I got sick. Went out for a closer look and they're covered in aphids and withering.

Also, before I got sick I was having a lot of 'flashbacks', memories from when I was a very young child to random memories as an adult. They'd just come from nowhere.

not sure if really creepy as such but...
long story short, i was going through a really hard time after break up blah blah, i was a bit of an emotional mess, my world was turned upside down. anyway one morning i woke up and i felt someone hugging in to me holding me tight from behind, and it was my great grandmother who i was always told she idolised me so much (i was young when she died), and my gran always used to say she was my guardian angel. anyway she said 'when one door closes another door opens' and i turned around and there was no one there - obviously. i got great comfort from it, it wasnt scary or anything.

i went in to work that day and went up to one of the managers offices, and as i walked in he was hanging a big huge picture that said 'when one door closes another door opens'.

i still get goosebumps when i think of it and i'll never forget that feeling when i woke up that morning feeling her there.

368100 wrote: »

What was THE most frightening thing? Give us a good chill, this thread has been very quiet of late

well once i was coming out of my bedroom,,, and i was shutting the door behind me and i spun around to head towards the stairs, and when i had full spun, i realised that i had spun right past a green floating mist thing. The energy just drained right out of me and i almost fell down the stairs.

Another time i was lying in my bed, it was night time, but i was texting a friend and was 100% not asleep, and all of a sudden i could "feel" something eh,, how do i explain this,,, GROWING??? in the corner of the room.. Although there was no sound, it got louder and louder and i could feel it more and more. My head started to go all funny and at that moment, i felt it climb on top of me and hold the sheets down around my shoulders. I couldnt even scream, and i forced and forced but couldnt move it, then all of a sudden, it was gone, and i sprung up and ran downstairs as fast as i could/... sounds like night terrors. but i was 100% aware of the 30 or so seconds it was growing in the corner.

but i have tens and tens of stories about growing up in that house in Ballymun.

Not creepy by any means but most definitely un-nerving I was in Hospital years ago after being broken up in a car accident which meant I was helplessly confined to bed. I was in a male surgical ward which was so crowded there were two lines of beds down the middle of the ward, which were head to head with a screen in between.

One night, while I was fast asleep, there was a guy admitted who had been in a traffic accident. Apparently he got up during the night for a piss. He was completely bollock naked apart from an extremely blood stained bandage wrapped around his head which obviously restricted his view (as well as being drunk and having had a severe bang on the head). In order to see out his bandage he had to tilt back his head which, along with his drunken state gave him an ominous, slow, shambling gait. My first sight of this Return of the Mummy apparition was waking up and seeing him shuffling slowly towards my bed. In his confused state, he obviously thought the end of my bed was the top of his so he kept shuffling towards my bed then grabbed the sheets and started tearing at them to get back into what he thought was his bed.

Needless to say having just woken up from a deep sleep I actually did think it was the Return of the Mummy and I may even have screamed for my own. A couple of nurses came running and I can still remember them breaking their holes laughing.

Epilogue: Your man had something like 80 stitches put in his face. He was acting the big man constantly asking about his girlfriend who had been transferred to another hospital also with serious facial injuries. One of the nurses, and I genuinely think it was one of those spur of the moment things you say without thinking rather than being malicious, said back to him: “She’s grand, ye’ll be a right pair, Frankenstein and his Bride.” I shyte you not, that actually happened. I got out of there on crutches on the Monday and Oscar Pistorious wouldn’t have kept up with me

73Cat wrote: »

That is lovely
I had a dream about my Dad on the Christmas Eve about 6 weeks after he died. We were standing on the footpath outside my parent's house and he came and stood beside me and put his arm around my shoulders as he used to do. I swear I felt the weight of his arm around me. He was all smiles and looked as he did before he got sick. I woke up with a smile on my face for the first time in a long time and felt like I could cope with Christmas. I will carry the memory of that dream to the grave with me.

My mother hasn't been well in months now. Her dog had been driving her nuts climbing up on her lap and nuzzling into her, refusing to leave her side. He wouldn't usually behave like that at all. Unfortunately she has been since diagnosed with cancer. Sceptical as I am about such things I can't help but think that he sensed what was wrong with her.

I was only reading an article yesterday about how some dogs have an ability to 'sniff' out illness. This could be what was happening with the dog? Sorry to hear about it also.

Daledge wrote: »

Reading these sat in my office at work. A siren just came on directly outside my office window (I work in the hospital) and for a split second I thought someone was in the room with me wailing at the top of their lungs. It genuinely sounded like it was in the room :P

Told a coworker about this incident yesterday and about how I was reading this thread, and the bast*rd hid under my desk while I went to make some coffee. Waited about 60 seconds after I sat down and grabbed my leg.

Almost sh*t myself. As if I wasn't paranoid enough already.

73Cat wrote: »

My mother hasn't been well in months now. Her dog had been driving her nuts climbing up on her lap and nuzzling into her, refusing to leave her side. He wouldn't usually behave like that at all. Unfortunately she has been since diagnosed with cancer. Sceptical as I am about such things I can't help but think that he sensed what was wrong with her.

You are indeed right, I absolutely believe dogs can sense illness in people and in each other. My own dog spent a lot of time in my parents' house and always sat quite content at my father's feet. Shortly before my father died, when he wasn't very well, she would sit bolt upright at his feet staring at him. If his head drifted to one side or the other, her eyes would follow. If anyone came into the room, she would look at them anxiously - as if trying to tell them something.

Every now and then, when we're walking, I bring her into the graveyard to my dad's grave and she always - from the first time I brought her - carefully lies down right at the feet of the grave itself.

Lots of studies have proved dogs can smell or be trained to smell certain types of cancer. Here's just one.

http://erj.ersjournals.com/content/39/3/669.short

I realise this probably isn't as creepy or unnerving as some of the experiences on here. But, at the time, I was scared out of my wits.

Until quite recently, I lived in a flat that used to be multi-occupancy (four bedrooms) in Belfast city centre. However, the landlord that owned it when I moved in had phased out flat sharing altogether so it was just me in this big, four bed flat.

The flat was a rough "T" shape. You walked in the front door and there was a narrow passage way of about six feet. If you turned right you reached two bedrooms and a large bathroom. Turn left, there were another two bedrooms facing a small bathroom, hot press and with large living room and kitchen area beside it. My bedroom was on the right, next to the large bathroom.

Some more relevant information is that the building was about to be sold, so when flats emptied as folk moved out, no one else was being moved in (I was only housed there temporarily). So the whole building was virtually empty and I had only very few neighbours.

In the early hours of the morning back in January, I was woken up by someone tapping on the door. I just thought they'd fvck off, but the tapping got louder into full on knocking. Then the knocking stopped for ten minutes before starting again. Bearing in mind it's about four in the morning, there's no way I am answering that door. The knocking goes on and on. I know for a fact it's not someone looking for me, because my friends aren't arseholes and my family still live in England.

I got out of bed and decided to tiptoe out of my bedroom and sneak down the corridor, past the front door, to get my mobile (to call the peelers). But my phone is in the kitchen so I have to pass the front door. Outside in the corridor, I can hear the guy pacing, pausing, knocking and then pacing again. I'm scared witless, not even daring to breathe, when the letter box opens (it's one of those metal ones) and simultaneously a beam of light shines right into the flat. Presumably, he was holding some sort of torch through the letterbox. Because of the layout of the flat, he cannot shine the light on me, but he's moving the beam around as best he can.

Now there's no chance that I am brave enough to walk past that door to reach the kitchen and get my phone. None at all.

Eventually, after what felt like forever, whoever it was kicked the door really hard and I heard him running down the corridor (and the fire door at the end of the corridor being kicked shut). I ran to the living room to see if I could see the person leaving the building, but couldn't see the entrance from where I was.


Scared the living bejesus out of me, I swear. Mercifully, I was permanently rehoused in a one-bed, self-contained flat at the end of January and haven't been back round that way since. Bloody Donegal Street Shac apartments!

Widdershins wrote: »

I think that was one of the most frightening posts so far, actually!

Thanks! I actually had a nightmare about it since it happened, but I thought I was just being silly. But that whole building had a terrible reputation and some of the horror stories I've heard since put mine to shame, tbh.

That would have been terrifying!

Although I wonder how much terror you'd have caused him in return if you'd started bating the hell out of the door from your side with a pan or something? He'd probably have been convinced that the place was haunted and coming to get him for disturbing it!

Not that I'd have done that either, I'd have done exactly what you did :P