Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

SidekickSimon · 26-02-2018 07:58PM

I am fairly certain animals see and hear things that people cant.... not necessarily supernatural things but its possible

Blingy · 26-02-2018 08:21PM

SidekickSimon wrote: »

I am fairly certain animals see and hear things that people cant.... not necessarily supernatural things but its possible

I think animals can pick up on a change of energy that makes them more wary

Wellyd · 26-02-2018 08:33PM

steddyeddy wrote: »

A weird one, but recently I was in Colorado, doing some work for the US dept of energy. A staff scientist there and ex-park ranger offers to bring me up to Pike's national park. Nonchalantly he points to a location where he's seen bear, coyote, elk and Sasquatch as in bigfoot. He didn't enlarge on it apart from saying it never got down on four legs, it wasn't a bear and it was what it was. Here was a man of exceptionally high intelligence, adept at knowing the local wildlife who believes he seen a large 7 foot wild man in the forest. That was creepy.

Any chance it was this looked like this??

Sephiroth_dude · 26-02-2018 09:07PM

DanMurphy wrote: »

This house is about four hundred years old and I'll have lived here forty years next June.
Ghosts?
I used to be a skeptic, but not anymore.
There's history here, as in any house that age.
I've researched the place as best I could when I first bought it back in 1978 as that's how I am...curious about local history.
I spoke to the old folks, some in their 90s, and an old man of 102 gave me the 'run down' on the history of the house.
I reared my family here, and they're all left home now and my first wife died twelve years ago.
Every member of the family had ' ghostly experiences' in this house.

I hesitate to say this on an open forum, but shortly after her death I saw my late wife here.
She walked down the hall toward me and into the kitchen where I was.
She was wearing her 'not a happy camper'/ distressed /' I've lost my handbag' look on her face, and wearing the clothes we buried her in. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. (I think I done both at the same time)

Her 'presence' lasted about five seconds as we stood face to face.
I don't know which of us was the most shocked, and her expression changed suddenly from 'unhappy camper' to 'Thanks God....there you are!'

My kids used to 'see' a clergyman on the stairs, peeking through the banisters at them as they lay in bed.
Sure enough, there was an incident here in the distant past before we came here involving a clergyman. It made the papers at the time.

Footsteps upstairs, 'people' seen with the corner of the eye crossing the landing, ''someone' sitting on the bed in the middle of the night and you're **** scared to look up, though you're wide awake!

Shortly before my wife died (we slept in single beds in the same room) I woke to see a figure bending over her as if whispering in her ear!
I jumped up in bed, and the 'figure' slowly vanished.
I had seen that 'figure' before, but outside the house in the yard.

I know, I know...imagination is a great thing and there are die-hard skeptics, but still...

No sleep for me tonight anyway.

:pac:

26-02-2018 09:20PM

Loving that this thread is so busy lately

Duff · 26-02-2018 11:02PM

steddyeddy wrote: »

A weird one, but recently I was in Colorado, doing some work for the US dept of energy. A staff scientist there and ex-park ranger offers to bring me up to Pike's national park. Nonchalantly he points to a location where he's seen bear, coyote, elk and Sasquatch as in bigfoot. He didn't enlarge on it apart from saying it never got down on four legs, it wasn't a bear and it was what it was. Here was a man of exceptionally high intelligence, adept at knowing the local wildlife who believes he seen a large 7 foot wild man in the forest. That was creepy.

I'd believe it. There's strange things in the forests around The States. A few years ago, I was in California for the summer and we went camping off the beaten track in Yosemite one weekend with two mates. Woke up around half 3 in the morning one of the nights and could hear something bipedal walking and rustling around the campsite, and assumed it was one of the lads going to the toilet or something. The campfire had long died out, but the moon was full so there was some ambient light around the tent.

Next thing I see this huge, and I mean huge shape walk between the moonlight and my tent. Shít was shat and I lay there listening and praying it was just one of the lads messing with me. I heard whatever it was move off into the brush about 15 yards from the tent and that was it. I didn't go back asleep and at first light I woke the lads up to tell them. They were sound asleep the whole time and said it was probably a bear.

I got one of the lads to walk past the tent where whatever it was did the night before and there was just no comparison to whatever it was. It was at least a foot taller and twice as wide as my mate. Pretty sure they didn't fully believe me and just kept saying it was a bear. Don't think bears can walk on two legs though

Dyr · 26-02-2018 11:40PM

Duff wrote: »

Don't think bears can walk on two legs though

Just sayin

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4aRdwYdSXd8

Duff · 26-02-2018 11:44PM

That video is unsettling. I guess it is possible then, but I don't see why a bear would be walking around a campsite unnaturally on two legs but you never know.

jimbobaloobob · 26-02-2018 11:48PM

I used to work as a tour guide in Ireland and would frequently visit Baltimore in west cork. (10 years or so ago)
As the guide you often got the worst room available for accommodation
While all the paying guests were in guest houses I used to be accommodated in a room above the Algiers pub which was closed at the time(not sure about now). Eerie enough being in a place that is usually frequented by many but having it to yourself was creepy.
The stairs creaked and the upstairs room had two beds in it.(not set up for guests just spare beds with bed sheets)
First night I stayed i felt i was being watched as i went to sleep. Then between 4-4:30 i woke to the feeling of someone tugging at the bed cover. I sat bolt up right but nothing there.
Next day I thought about it and felt the experience wasn't a positive one at all, very negative vibes. That night i decided I needed to load up on drink to sleep through whatever it was in the middle of the night.
Then 4:30am the same tugging on the sheets to awaken me. Room felt extremely unwelcoming. I couldn't bare it so got up and slept in the van outside.

I mentioned it to no-one and then later that summer was talking to two different tour guides who were housed there at different times. They experienced the same events at similar hours of the night without me disclosing any information about my experiences to them.
I asked around in Baltimore but found no information on experiences there.
Even to this day i feel the hairs stand on the back of my head.
Later that summer i had to do the same tour but i slept in the van- no way was i going inside.

Maybe someone here knows some information on it.

huddlejonny · 27-02-2018 01:43AM

One late summer evening after dusk I was fly fishing on the River Lee. I was standing in a shallow part of the water about a metre from the river bank.

I had my back towards the reeds and long grass behind me, where I had to shuffle through the overgrown vegetation to get access to this part of the river.

This particular night I could hear from behind me some sort of large creature making its way towards me through the long bull rushes. I could actually see the waist high vegatation flatten with every step this animal took towards me. It was like slow motion as the creature ambled out into a little clearing on the rivers edge no more than 2 metres away from me. At first I thought it was a big badger but as it got closer I saw the colouring of its fur and it looked like a giant killer rat or a dark rabbit with menacing teeth at the front of its mouth.

I started stamping in the water to scare it and then picked up a rock and threw it on the ground next to it. The creature didn't take much notice of me and just sauntered on around me down along the rivers edge. I'll admit it was pretty unnerving standing alone in a river at nightime with a large beast coming at me.

My heart was thumping so loud I think I scared him off so I decided I'd had enough fishing for one night and left. The only problem was I had to cut through the vegetation where this yoke had just come from and walk 5 minutes through a farmers field full of waist high crops that ( in my mind at that point )was filled with giant killer rabbits with razor sharp teeth and a penchant for human blood.

But it wasn't until a year later I happened across an article in the Examiner by chance about the inadvertent introduction of a breed of giant rodents into nearby small river by the Lee a year previous to when I was there. So in the end it was a Coypu that disturbed my fishing that night, funnily enough I haven't gone back there since.

The Coypu:

The South American natives look like a very large rat, weighing between five and nine kilos, and measuring as long as a metre from the head to the tip of the long tail.
The coypu has dark fur with lighter ends, a white muzzle, long cylindrical tail and distinctive orange or yellow teeth.

TerrorFirmer · 27-02-2018 11:17AM

Duff wrote: »

That video is unsettling. I guess it is possible then, but I don't see why a bear would be walking around a campsite unnaturally on two legs but you never know.

That's the beauty of the creepiness in many of these stories.

There is a logical explanation, but you just can't quite believe it deep down having gone through the experience.

Beethoven9th · 27-02-2018 01:51PM

This is not something that happened to me personally but more of an interesting family story that goes back 130 years! My grandmother was born in 1900 and died in 1990, it was her who told me this story when I was about 18 years old. Hard to beat fireside stories with granny!
Her mother was born in Limerick and as a teenager moved to London to seek work and to live with her sister who was already there. The year was 1888. They were living in the Spitalfields area of the East End, herself and her sister. So my great grandmother found a job in a public house in the Whitechapel area of London, I think it was called ‘The Frying Pan’ pub. It was a rough pub, a real gin shop, frequented mostly by prostitutes and local villians. There was another young Irish girl called Mary working in the same pub and it turned out Mary was from Limerick too originally so they became friends as they were about the same age and they hung around a lot in their spare time. Unfortunately Mary was very fond of the drink and ended up losing her job in the pub and falling on hard times. No social welfare assistance in those days, so Mary ended up falling into prostitution as a way to survive, just making enough to get some food, more drink and if lucky afford a place to stay the night.
My great grandmother was working in the bar late one night when Mary came in with a man, whom she guessed was a ‘client’. She said Mary was very drunk that night, she was singing and they were drinking ‘cans of beer’. The man was not noteworthy in any way except he seemed quite sober compared to Mary. My great granny thought nothing more of it.
The next she discovered that Mary had been brutally murdered in Millers Court. Marys full name was ‘Mary Jane Kelly’ and she was the reputed last victim of the serial killer known as ‘Jack the Ripper’. Probably the most famous serial killer in history who was never caught !
Be advised if you google Mary Jane Kelly, its a pretty horrific murder !

evil_seed · 27-02-2018 02:38PM

Beethoven9th wrote: »

This is not something that happened to me personally but more of an interesting family story that goes back 130 years! My grandmother was born in 1900 and died in 1990, it was her who told me this story when I was about 18 years old. Hard to beat fireside stories with granny!
Her mother was born in Limerick and as a teenager moved to London to seek work and to live with her sister who was already there. The year was 1888. They were living in the Spitalfields area of the East End, herself and her sister. So my great grandmother found a job in a public house in the Whitechapel area of London, I think it was called ‘The Frying Pan’ pub. It was a rough pub, a real gin shop, frequented mostly by prostitutes and local villians. There was another young Irish girl called Mary working in the same pub and it turned out Mary was from Limerick too originally so they became friends as they were about the same age and they hung around a lot in their spare time. Unfortunately Mary was very fond of the drink and ended up losing her job in the pub and falling on hard times. No social welfare assistance in those days, so Mary ended up falling into prostitution as a way to survive, just making enough to get some food, more drink and if lucky afford a place to stay the night.
My great grandmother was working in the bar late one night when Mary came in with a man, whom she guessed was a ‘client’. She said Mary was very drunk that night, she was singing and they were drinking ‘cans of beer’. The man was not noteworthy in any way except he seemed quite sober compared to Mary. My great granny thought nothing more of it.
The next she discovered that Mary had been brutally murdered in Millers Court. Marys full name was ‘Mary Jane Kelly’ and she was the reputed last victim of the serial killer known as ‘Jack the Ripper’. Probably the most famous serial killer in history who was never caught !
Be advised if you google Mary Jane Kelly, its a pretty horrific murder !

I was in London last year and one of the local street artists painted a mural of her. I cannot remember the artists name.

Edit: Found it. Jimmy C - https://silvertiger4.files.wordpress.com/2015/06/p1070535.jpg

Beethoven9th · 27-02-2018 03:01PM

evil_seed wrote: »

I was in London last year and one of the local street artists painted a mural of her. I cannot remember the artists name.

Edit: Found it. Jimmy C - https://silvertiger4.files.wordpress.com/2015/06/p1070535.jpg

Beautiful mural !

SidekickSimon · 27-02-2018 04:58PM

Beethoven9th wrote: »

This is not something that happened to me personally but more of an interesting family story that goes back 130 years! My grandmother was born in 1900 and died in 1990, it was her who told me this story when I was about 18 years old. Hard to beat fireside stories with granny!
Her mother was born in Limerick and as a teenager moved to London to seek work and to live with her sister who was already there. The year was 1888. They were living in the Spitalfields area of the East End, herself and her sister. So my great grandmother found a job in a public house in the Whitechapel area of London, I think it was called ‘The Frying Pan’ pub. It was a rough pub, a real gin shop, frequented mostly by prostitutes and local villians. There was another young Irish girl called Mary working in the same pub and it turned out Mary was from Limerick too originally so they became friends as they were about the same age and they hung around a lot in their spare time. Unfortunately Mary was very fond of the drink and ended up losing her job in the pub and falling on hard times. No social welfare assistance in those days, so Mary ended up falling into prostitution as a way to survive, just making enough to get some food, more drink and if lucky afford a place to stay the night.
My great grandmother was working in the bar late one night when Mary came in with a man, whom she guessed was a ‘client’. She said Mary was very drunk that night, she was singing and they were drinking ‘cans of beer’. The man was not noteworthy in any way except he seemed quite sober compared to Mary. My great granny thought nothing more of it.
The next she discovered that Mary had been brutally murdered in Millers Court. Marys full name was ‘Mary Jane Kelly’ and she was the reputed last victim of the serial killer known as ‘Jack the Ripper’. Probably the most famous serial killer in history who was never caught !
Be advised if you google Mary Jane Kelly, its a pretty horrific murder !

Wow. Thats horrendous. Is that a body on that bed?, looks like an abattoir
Isnt it weird the way in those days they would publish a picture of an actual murder scene and body! imagine that happening today!

Rhys Essien · 27-02-2018 05:01PM

SidekickSimon wrote: »

I used to bring my little dog to a nearby forest a couple of times a week for a good run around. The dog was in his element there and loved nothing more than to be let off the leash and go for a good run. There was a main path through the woods, about a mile long, which looped around. There was also a smaller path that veered off the main path and went deeper into the woods, that was the path I sometimes took. Several times I went on the smaller path I met a woman, about 35 years old, she was always wearing the same clothes, slightly old fashioned and quite tatty. My dog used to go crazy when we came across this woman, barking and growling, bearing his teeth in a snarl. This was unusual as my dog never barked at people, only other dogs. The woman never bothered about the dog, never even stopped to look at it. I would apologise to her for the dogs behaviour but she just stared ahead and kept on walking.
One day on the smaller path we met the woman and as usual the dog went nuts, even before she appeared he was clearly distressed. She came along and went by, I kept him strained on the leash. I stopped for a few minutes there to calm the dog down, he was fine when the woman disappeared from view. A couple came along the path, from the same direction the woman had disappeared down. We got talking and I mentioned how my dog always goes nuts when that woman goes past, they said they had seen no one on the path except me. I thought this was odd but I guessed the woman must have walked into the woods and not met them.
About a week later, same story, met the woman, dog goes nuts. A bit on up the path I came across workmen who were felling a tree, they said I couldn’t go any further, path was blocked. Out of curiosity I asked them how the woman had got past them, they said they had seen no one on the path that day.
Never been fully explained but we stuck to the main path after that and never saw the lady again !

Weirdly,I had a similar experience.I used to go jogging next to a big river.I saw the same woman on two occasions a few weeks apart standing in the same spot,wearing the same clothes and again looking very distressed/shocked looking.She seems to be kinda starting into space.On the second occasion I was driving off in my car and she stared right at me with piercing eyes.It felt as if everything went into slow motion for a few seconds.I was going to stop and ask was she ok but I saw people in the distance.I regretted not stopping after and I never saw her again.

the purple tin · 27-02-2018 05:18PM

Rhys Essien wrote: »

Weirdly,I had a similar experience.I used to go jogging next to a big river.I saw the same woman on two occasions a few weeks apart standing in the same spot,wearing the same clothes and again looking very distressed/shocked looking.She seems to be kinda starting into space.On the second occasion I was driving off in my car and she stared right at me with piercing eyes.It felt as if everything went into slow motion for a few seconds.I was going to stop and ask was she ok but I saw people in the distance.I regretted not stopping after and I never saw her again.

Similar happened to me years ago. I was walking along one evening and saw a very elderly little man in a flat cap coming towards me in the distance. The path curved around a derilict house so I lost sight of him for less than 10 seconds, when I passed the house, expecting to meet him, he had vanished.
He didn't cross the road and he couldn't have reached the house before me. There was a roughly 5 foot wall along the path with no gate and open wasteground on the other side. Not a chance in hell this old lad could have jumped the wall but I looked over to see if anyone was hiding behind it just in case. He had completely vanished.

bubbles o hara · 27-02-2018 07:06PM

Back in the 50s my mother,who was 17 at the time was staying alone in the family home. It was a three storey house and she was in bed on the top floor. Around 3 am the sound of the piano keys being hit woke her and she froze on the spot. This continued for some time and she was too terrified to move from the bed.
Her father had always told her there is a rational explanation for everything, so eventually she decided to go downstairs and investigate (she's braver than me). It turned out to be a mouse running up and down the piano keys!

Sorry this didn't turn out to be truly scary, but it chilled her at the time.

Ave Sodalis · 27-02-2018 07:28PM

bubbles o hara wrote: »

Back in the 50s my mother,who was 17 at the time was staying alone in the family home. It was a three storey house and she was in bed on the top floor. Around 3 am the sound of the piano keys being hit woke her and she froze on the spot. This continued for some time and she was too terrified to move from the bed.
Her father had always told her there is a rational explanation for everything, so eventually she decided to go downstairs and investigate (she's braver than me). It turned out to be a mouse running up and down the piano keys!

Sorry this didn't turn out to be truly scary, but it chilled her at the time.

I was staying in a really old, creepy, cold, musty house for several months. Every night around 2am, I'd hear the sound of a typewriter slowly clicking away. It was a very clear sound, as though it was just in the middle of the room, and it often woke me up. Not going to lie, it creeped me out and it took a few weeks before I'd opened my eyes to check. Of course, I seen nothing but the sound remained. To make it worse, there was an old style typewriter tucked into the bookshelf downstairs.

It was only after the second month or so that the shrews that had made their home in the attic above my room made their way down to the kitchen and I figured out the source of the noise. Not entirely sure what the attic was floored with (or at all) to make the shrews sound exactly like a typewriter, but it disappeared when we got rid of them.

StupidLikeAFox · 27-02-2018 07:52PM

Not creepy but definitely a near miss,

The folks got a new car a couple of years ago. It was the first one they had with parking sensors. About 6 weeks later mam was down the town doing some shopping. She turned on the car and the parking sensors were going mad. Checked all the mirrors but couldn't see a thing (she was in the middle of a car park) so turned off the car and turned it back on again. Sensors still going mad so she gets out to go check, and as she does notices two women frantically running over to her. Turns out a toddler had gotten out of an adjacent car as his mother was loading up the shopping and was casully sitting at the back wheel. Only for the sensors mam would have reversed out straight over the child. Its fair to say all concerned were fairly shook (except for the child who was none the wiser!)

bottlebrush · 27-02-2018 07:57PM

bubbles o hara wrote: »

Back in the 50s my mother,who was 17 at the time was staying alone in the family home. It was a three storey house and she was in bed on the top floor. Around 3 am the sound of the piano keys being hit woke her and she froze on the spot. This continued for some time and she was too terrified to move from the bed.
Her father had always told her there is a rational explanation for everything, so eventually she decided to go downstairs and investigate (she's braver than me). It turned out to be a mouse running up and down the piano keys!

Sorry this didn't turn out to be truly scary, but it chilled her at the time.

same happened in our house one night when I was a child. except it was a cat got in through an open window and was running up and down the piano keyboard
must have been after a mouse!

Beethoven9th · 27-02-2018 08:10PM

bubbles o hara wrote: »

Back in the 50s my mother,who was 17 at the time was staying alone in the family home. It was a three storey house and she was in bed on the top floor. Around 3 am the sound of the piano keys being hit woke her and she froze on the spot. This continued for some time and she was too terrified to move from the bed.
Her father had always told her there is a rational explanation for everything, so eventually she decided to go downstairs and investigate (she's braver than me). It turned out to be a mouse running up and down the piano keys!

Sorry this didn't turn out to be truly scary, but it chilled her at the time.

What could be more freaky than hearing a piano playing in an empty house in the middle of the night?
Perhaps the sound of a window breaking !

the purple tin · 27-02-2018 08:18PM

SidekickSimon wrote: »

Wow. Thats horrendous. Is that a body on that bed?, looks like an abattoir
Isnt it weird the way in those days they would publish a picture of an actual murder scene and body! imagine that happening today!

The british tabloids got very bad for showing graphic photos around about the late 80's and into the 90's. One of those papers, maybe the sun, had a large picture of the head of a drug dealer from Italy I think who had been decapitated by rivals. I also remember a picture of a poor woman in Africa being hacked to death by a soldier with a machete.

Shemale · 28-02-2018 03:27AM

I Heart Internet wrote: »

My wife's uncle told us a story over the weekend about coming face-to-face, literally with his double on a street in New York in the 1980s. Not just someone who looked like him, but someone who was, to all intents and purposes, him. He (the uncle) tried to talk to him but he just ran off.

Did your uncle say "Hello nice to meet you, I'm new in town, my nama Borat" and try shake his hand?

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=xR0w8OJiopg

the purple tin · 28-02-2018 01:07PM

bubbles o hara wrote: »

Back in the 50s my mother,who was 17 at the time was staying alone in the family home. It was a three storey house and she was in bed on the top floor. Around 3 am the sound of the piano keys being hit woke her and she froze on the spot. This continued for some time and she was too terrified to move from the bed.
Her father had always told her there is a rational explanation for everything, so eventually she decided to go downstairs and investigate (she's braver than me). It turned out to be a mouse running up and down the piano keys!

Sorry this didn't turn out to be truly scary, but it chilled her at the time.

Fair play to her for having the nerve to go and check it out. If it was me I'd still be hiding under the blankets and ****eing myself nightly over the ghostly piano player.

Dtp1979 · 28-02-2018 10:00PM

Beethoven9th wrote: »

What could be more freaky than hearing a piano playing in an empty house in the middle of the night?
!

If it was a proper tune I’d be properly freaked

razorblunt · 28-02-2018 10:28PM

Dtp1979 wrote: »

If it was a proper tune I’d be properly freaked

Too scared can’t move .. too scared can’t move ... wait, is that Piano Man?

“Sing us a song you’re the Piano Man”

Beethoven9th · 28-02-2018 11:13PM

SidekickSimon wrote: »

Wow. Thats horrendous. Is that a body on that bed?, looks like an abattoir

Yes its horrendous. She was unidentifiable at first as her face and much of her body had been torn apart in a frenzied attack. She was quite literaly 'ripped' up and could only be identified from her clothes and personal items...

Rhys Essien · 07-03-2018 12:38AM

Stumbled across this article by chance.Its from 2000 and about Sophie Toscan du Plantier.This about the castle I didn’t hear before.

On Friday, 20 December 1996, Sophie landed at Cork Airport (the security video shows her trundling a surprising amount of luggage) and drove to her house along the winding coast road in a rented Ford Fiesta. She chatted briefly with Denis Quinlan at the Courtyard Bar, in Schull, and with Tom Brosnan, the jovial owner of the Spar supermarket, both of whom she knew well. Over the weekend she visited many of her local haunts, including O'Sullivan's Pub, on the quayside in Crookhaven, a village that has recently become so popular with visiting French yachtsmen that it's known as 'little Saint-Tropez'. She also went for a walk on bleak Three Castle Head and called on some friends, with whom she had a strange, melancholy conversation. She said that, while walking, she had come upon the ruins of Dun Lough - or Black Lake - Castle, and had sensed some kind of menace. According to legend, the lake next to the castle is home to a female ghost who, if glimpsed, is supposed to be a harbinger of death. Afterwards, Sophie decided to return to Paris on 24 December, a few days earlier than she'd originally intended. That Sunday, she called her husband at 11pm and had what he recalls was a 'convivial' conversation.

At 10 o'clock the next morning, a neighbour found Sophie's body in the lane leading to her house.

https://www.theguardian.com/theobserver/2000/mar/12/life1.lifemagazine10

Ubbquittious · 07-03-2018 01:21AM

I was binge-watching stranger things the other day and I'd say within 10 minutes of finishing it the lamp on the table started flickering just like lamps often do in the series before something bad happens and then the power went out completely. Was expecting to see a demogorgon coming out through the wall but thankfully he never showed up.

Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

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