Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

I had a dream last week and it was very clear and realistic. Myself and my wife got a phone call telling us our 7 year old daughter has died. In the dream we were expecting it as there was a bad accident or incident somewhere and she was nearby.

Funny thing is we don't have kids and won't be having them. :eek:

Rhys Essien wrote: »

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

If you're interested in this case, there's a podcast called 'West Cork' released about two months ago on Audible. It focuses completely on Sophie Toscan du Plantier. You can listen to if for free as they offer a 30 day free trial. I thought it was great.

dubstarr wrote: »

I had a dream a few weeks back,that i was pushing a baby in a pram.With me was my mam and uncle[both deceased].Really weird dream.

Anyway a few days later i find out my son and his girlfriend are expecting a baby.

That reminded me of the night I got pregnant with my first born. We had made the big decision to try for a baby, so being pregnant was something I was hoping would happen.

Anyway, I woke up after the most horrific nightmare that morning, I am fairly prone to nightmares, but this one was just the most godawful ever in my life : particularly graphic, with blood everywhere , severed parts, Mr M dead in it in a blood churning accident.
I was shook, crying, breathless, traumatized, but somehow I knew straightaway that I was pregnant.

Waiting for the time to take the test was torture, but I was right !

I'm a bit reluctant to dig into the significance of Mr M dying in it

I don't remember having another dream for the second pregnancy.

Mountainsandh wrote: »

That reminded me of the night I got pregnant with my first born.

I'd be more interested in how you'd know which night you got pregnant!

Some strange things happening lately in our house over the past few weeks.

My sister in law recently turned 40 and we happened to have a large helium balloon in our living room after we had a small party in our house. We were watching TV and it was in the corner of the room. I happened to look over at one point and noticed that it was gone. We got up to check the kitchen but it wasn't there. We went upstairs and the balloon was stuck at our bedroom door which was slightly ajar. It seemingly managed to leave one room, go through another, go up the stairs and go across the landing. Weird but not unsettling.

Tuesday afternoon, my wife put a slice of bread in the toaster for our 16 month old daughters lunch. She heard it finish but when she went to get the toast after letting it cool down, it was gone. She looked everywhere but couldn't find it. For all intents and purposes it disappeared into thin air. She then turned on the grill and toasted one side of the bread instead. I came home that evening and we decided to have fajitas. However, the pack we'd bought last Sunday was nowhere to be found. Like the toast, it had disappeared. She phoned home as usual and explained to her mother what had happened, how unnerving it all was. When she mentioned the toast under the grill her mother said that my wife's gran (who died in 1999) had always put toast under the grill. She never liked to have both sides toasted. It started to unsettle my wife.

A friend of her's is a reflexologist and having an interest in crystals and spiritualism recommended she go to a local shop which sold crystals and healing stones etc. The owner asked her to draw a sketch of the floor plan in our house. Using a crystal on a string he said it was sensing a negative energy in our bedroom, the same one the balloon was looking to get into. He said that a positive energy was present in one room. It was our daughters room and that this energy was protecting this room. He gave my wife some sage to burn in each room and for her to ask the energy to leave. Now I don't subscribe to any of that but my wife was getting freaked out by it. We did what was recommended. He also gave her a stone to throw into a river.

One of the houses in the estate, three doors up from us has been for sale. It was unoccupied for a year. Over the past few weeks, an elderly man rang our doorbell and was looking for help. He didn't give a name but said he needed help with the heating and if my wife could take a look. It was always during the day, while I was at work. He said his brother owned the house and he was looking after it as he was away. All vague background details. My wife helped him with the heating (he didn't know how to use the timing pad). A week later he called again, this time looking for a yard brush, and again my wife assisted. Last week, he rang our doorbell again and was now looking for a specific type of Allen key for the fuse box. Again, he was helped. He was a quiet man she said, polite, thankful but wasn't one for the chat so to speak. Now having experienced the weirdness of the past few days, I jokingly said that this man might actually be a ghost. My wife went white and my saying this completely freaked her out now. She had thought the same but was embarrassed to say it as she knows I don't believe in such things.

This morning when getting our daughter up at 7am, she, now having started to say little sentences of her own every day said "Hello..Boy.." three times. She waved, to no one in particular once. It's all getting stranger and stranger now. More to follow as it happens.

A few months ago I had been in bed sick but a knock came to the door and I had to get up and answer it. I had to bring the person in and sit and chat for a while.

I was sitting on the couch and so was she. As we were chatting I was vaguely aware of a slight burning smell. Then a very thin waft of smoke caught my eye. It made no sense though, neither of us smoke, nothing could be on fire, I thought I was seeing things. When I looked down over the edge of the sofa at the floor a small piece of it was illuminated, and a piece in the centre the size of a euro, was smoking and a tiny flame was starting,seemingly from absolutely nothing. It was around 2 inches from the couch. I was completely perplexed, I stamped on it but after a min the smoke started to rise from it again. It was not unlike what you'd expect if you were to be smited by the Lord or something strangely biblical. It's not everyday you see fire start from seemingly nowhere and start again after being stamped out.

Turned out however that what was happening was that I had left a mirror out across the room and the sunlight hitting it had reflected off the wooden floor and it had started burning. It just 2 inches from the couch. If no one had called that day I expect the couch would've gone up in smoke and my house and myself in my bed with it.

Not so much a creepy tale as there was an explanation but in those few mins before we realised what was happening it certainly felt eerie as did the realisation that I'd been very lucky that someone had called when they did.

F**K Mirrors! :eek:

No scoffing!

One of Mr Lewin's suits got a long scorch mark along the jacket, from hanging in front of the wardrobe on a very sunny day; a little magnifying mirror that lay on the dressing-table before the window was sending a concentrated beam. Ruined the jacket, obviously, and might even have started a fire (only it didn't)

Ever since then, I cover make-up mirrors that lie in front of a south-facing window.

Wanderer2010 wrote: »

One that really stuck out for me lately:

I normally don't dream much and if I do I barely remember them at all.

A few months ago I had a very disturbing dream. Was washing my hands in my bathroom. It was the middle of the night I know that. I have a frosted bathroom window. It was silent and all of a sudden I heard a male voice saying "Alright, muck?". As in, greeting me as if my name was muck. And he said muck in a cruel way as if that's what I was- dirt, muck.

I turned around and made out a face peering in the frosted window and it smiled as I caught its eye- a cold and taunting smile. I woke up sweating then, my arms crawling with Goosebumps as I flitted between dream and reality and the feeling shook me right up. Still remember it clearly now. I tried looking up what "face in window dream" means but no luck.

Please tell me you posted this somewhere else over the last few days ?

If you didn't , then I'm having a weird de ja vu moment..

Wanderer2010 wrote: »

Yes! I thought it was worth mentioning on the human mind thread. :eek:

Ah , that's where it was , thought I was becoming psychic for a moment

maybe this is not on the same subject, when i was in secondary school there were these 2 girls that always hung around together ,i knew their names but just to say hello to anyway an old man i know has some home help and the usual girl went on holidays so another girl came to replace her, as soon as i saw her i knew it was one of these 2 girls so we had a quick chat and i said to her do you ever see mary that you used to pal around with in school [i hav'nt see these girl's since we left school] eh no she said , she used to live near me but we never hung around together, i could see by her face i had said the wrong thing., Must have been a major falling out. it just felt a bit strange that she would say she did'nt know her.