Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

Samaris wrote: »

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

That's just reminded me of something, actually. My Mum was once pestered by nuisance calls, typical heavy breathing business. She got sick of it and when he called one night, starting up with his Darth Vader routine, she blew a loud whistle down the phone. Never heard from him again! ^_^

368100 wrote: »

I don't think you over reacted, I'd have done the same! I hardly ever rock up to someone's door if they're not expecting me, and the very odd time I need to do it I hate it, especially if I don't know the person

Come to think of it, I'm not even certain he knocked. I think I went to check because my dogs were going nuts at the door. Most people wouldn't stay skulking back to the wall in shadow when someone answers the door, I think.

Lady Spangles wrote: »

But that whole building had a terrible reputation and some of the horror stories I've heard since put mine to shame, tbh.

Come on then ....! :pac:

Lady Spangles wrote: »

..... a guy having a sh1t beside the recycling bins.

:eek: Well ..... That didn't end quite as one may have expected!

Well seeing as the current subject trend is strange knocks to the door at weird times of the night/morning I'll share my story.

One early Thursday morning in August of 2010 I was awoken to the sound of knocking at the front door. I checked the time on my phone and it was 5:50 am. I was on my own in the house as my two housemates were away for the night and wouldn't be back until that afternoon.

Anyway, I decided not to bother get up and answer and hope that whoever was at the door would **** off. I remember thinking that it was one of my friends, probably only leaving the pub at stupid o clock and wanting to crash at mine. And I remember knowing that I wouldn't be in the form for them so I just pulled the blanket over my head and ignore them.

But the knocking continued and it was getting louder and more insistent. I checked the phone again and it was 6:01 am. I was more angry than frightened at this stage. I got out of bed and stormed down stairs to tell whoever it was to **** off. I was just at the bottom of the stairs when the knocking suddenly stopped. I threw the front door open to confront the **** head but much to my surprise there was no one there. I walked out onto the street but there wasn't a sinner to be seen. There was nowhere for someone to run and hide that quickly. Bewildered I wandered back in, locked the door after me and scuttled off up to bed.

Now before I continue I need to explain something here. We had a small enclosed back yard. The only way into it was through the backdoor in the kitchen. There was a massive shed the entire length of the yard at the very back and very high walls either side of the yard. Nobody lived in the house to the right of us and to the left it was a very elderly gentleman who barely left his house.

So the following Sunday morning myself and my housemate were in the living room. I remember it was a very bright and sunny morning and we were both very hungover. It was just after 10 am, I had the TV on and my housemate was in the far end of the living room, gaming on his PC. Next thing we know we both hear someone knocking at the door. We have a bit of a play fight about who should answer the door but eventually he got up to answer. But as soon as he goes into the hallway he realises it's coming from the back door. He calls me straight away. We were both standing in the hallway, listening to this knocking and both pretty freaked out. I eventually go into the kitchen but as I do the knocking stops. I open the back door and again, there's no one out there, no one trying to escape over the walls or try scale the shed. We both dismiss it as us being extremely hungover and our minds tricking us.

Could never explain what the hell was going on or why.

Another story I have about strange knocks to the door was the time my cousin died. She had being suffering with complications due to diabetes on and off for over a year. She was in the Mater hospital in April of 2016 when she passed suddenly. Myself and the OH were in Waterford visiting a friend when my dad rang me to tell me my cousin had died. I was up in heap about it and decided to tear on out of Waterford and head home to Tipp to be with my family.

Anyway when I got to my parents place I found out that my parents were driving my grief stricken aunt and uncle to the hospital to say their goodbyes. Myself and the OH were to stay put til they got back. So myself, my sister, my two brothers and my OH are sitting in my parents kitchen, all trying to keep ourselves occupied. I was at the sink, washing dishes when I heard the doorbell ringing. One of my brothers heard it too because when I went out to answer the door he followed me out to see who it was. I opened the front door expecting to meet one of the neighbours looking to sympathise but there was no one there. Myself and my brother just looked at each other, both a bit startled. We both went back into the kitchen and asked the rest of the lads if they heard anything. Nope, they heard nothing.

My brother is a very logical person, doesn't believe in the weird and unusual at all. But I know that kinda spooked him. He maintained for a long time that we were both hearing things. We could have being, I don't know, but anyway there's my two little sceals for ye.

Heard this from a work mate today.

His wife's sister works in a petrol station in rural Western Australia, in a small mining town. Lots of miners live in a camp near by. Anyway a few nights a go a guy comes in and buys a rope. The women on the till makes small talk with him in good old ozzy fashion and asks "who are you tying up tonight" in a laughing joking way..to which he chuckled and replied "myself"

Next day or so news was around the camp/town that a bloke hung himself in his room..



Also heard one that happened in the Gold Coast as well. A new apartment block opened up and people where moving in as past few weeks. So appartments had balconies some hadn't. This couple just moved in that day, someone starts frantically banging on their door..he opens it and the lady runs in and asks does this apartment have a balcony? Yeah he says its just over there..she walks over opens the doors..looks over the edge and jumps over it...15 stories up..

You stories of working nights reminded me of this;
A few years back I was working for bank card security in an old building near Stephens green in dub city centre. The area in which you'd park your car was a courtyard with large electric gates and surrounded by other office blocks. All of these would be in darkness as our shift was from 9pm to 9am and we were the only night crew in the building.

In that area of Dublin there were a few 24hr takeaways and occasionally one of us would go and get food for the others. This particular night I said I would. So left out bright noisy office and into the silence and darkness of the rest of the (top) floor, into the lift which had only the emergency dim lights on, down through the canteen (also only the emergency lights on) and out into the courtyard. I was already feeling spooked, as I always did having to walk through the whole building. Security liked to tell us of the spooky things that happened too on their rounds. So I wasn't in the most rational frame of mind.

Got out to the courtyard and was walking to my car when I noticed on the opposite building a vertical run of Windows, the whole way up the building, with the lights on. Through the window you could see it was the stairwell. Keep in mind, I had been told that it was all closed offices but had been a hospital (I don't know if this is true or a story to scare us). Next thing I see a slim dark haired lady running down the stairs in a long white "nightdress". I froze, screamed and ran to the security hut absolutely terrified. I felt the blood rush to my face, knees felt weak. Genuinely the most frightened I had felt to that point.

Anyway security weren't there, off on rounds, so I went back to my car and drove off to get the food. When I came back the other building was in darkness again but I wasn't willing to go through the rigaramole of the dark canteen, the lift (which stopped and opened randomly at times), the dark floor and the walk up the corridor my office, not when a dark haired, white dressed ghost was stalking around, so I rang and got one of my workmates to meet me.

Anyway, turns out that either side of that stairwell the rooms were not offices, but apartments and I had just seen some woman heading downstairs in her dressing gown. I wonder if me screaming under her window, in an enclosed courtyard, gave her as big a fright as she gave me.

rightyabe wrote: »

she walks over opens the doors..looks over the edge and jumps over it...15 stories up..

:eek: Jesus F**king Wept!!! That one hit the mark! My old dear used to live on the tenth floor. That girl was half as high again? Oh, jeeeezuss!!!

Am I allowed to bump this thread? I don't think anyone wants it to die :P

How lovely that this happened right when you needed it most. Hope there's plenty more positivity and good stuff on its way to you :-)

Lady is a tramp wrote: »

I swear the weirdest thing just happened.

Basically I'm more reliant on my phone than most, due to various mental health issues etc, I really need my support network. My phone broke the other day, and I can't afford to replace it any time soon. So I was kind of resigned to going without it.

At 09:16 this morning, I was in bed at my parents house and an alarm went off. At the bottom of a bag, at the bottom of a box, under my bed, I eventually found a Samsung Galaxy S5. (Massive upgrade from the phone I'd been using until a few days ago!) It was a phone I'd had going into an alcoholic treatment centre way back in July 2016, almost a year ago. Haven't seen it since my admission there, when it was taken off me. Hadn't thought about it either. So I tried my SIM in it, and it works! (Despite me trying it in four different old phones last night, one of which I thought was THIS phone, and none of which worked.)

I stay in this bedroom several nights most weeks, and that alarm has never gone off. It SHOULDN'T have gone off - there was only 2% battery, but even despite that the phone was turned off going into that place, and even if the phone was on, how the f*ck would that same alarm not have gone off all of the other nights I was in this room? Or even when I'm not, my parents etc would have heard it - it was very loud, and there's usually people sleeping in this particular bedroom even when I'm not.

I know it seems like a small thing, but it's physically and electronically pretty much impossible! It's a case of something landing straight into your lap just when you genuinely need it the most, and it's kind of cool! I mean, this isn't a device that I need for snapchat or photos or whatever - it's genuinely a lifering to me to stay connected to the people I need to be connected to. I was a little bit worried about how I'd manage without a phone, and I'm only just so relieved and delighted now.

Lady is a tramp wrote: »

You killed him!

That's some extreme lengths to go to to get out of work drinks

I was working late in an office one night - like 1am type late. Not a sinner around. I heard the office door outside swish open and closed (it has rubber things on the bottom so it makes a swishing sound off the carpet), and to be honest, as I was head stuck into work, I had kinda forgot the time of day so it was only a few minutes later when I stopped and thought 'Hang on ..... there shouldn't be anyone here to open any doors'. Out I went to check, and I realised the door couldn't have opened as it was locked. As it happened, it wasnt the first time.

On another occasion, I was in the same office late with a client. I had locked the main doors after he had arrived as the office was technically closed. As we left, and I was setting the alarm, he asked 'what about yer woman?'. There was no woman, but apparently he had seen a woman going into the ladies, whilst I had been locking up after the client had initially arrived. We went back in, but there was no-one else there