Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

Deleted User wrote: »

Anything to do with what you said?

Which reminds me of a time I was admitted to a private hospital following a relatively rare form of heart attack. I had pain in my chest and felt nauseous and weak, guessed it might be cardiac so decided to present myself at the hospital where I had other stuff done. Living alone, I really didn’t have much time and no help to put stuff together so arrived with very little, and since these days a heart attack (once you survive it) is usually no more than a two night admission I didn’t trouble my relatives to get my stuff.

I was sharing a room with a very interesting and forthright Dublin Liberties lady, and I wasn’t worried about being in a frequent state of undress in the room as she knew the score and didn’t worry. I was relying totally on hospital gown. That first night, after all our visitors had gone, an elderly gentleman was pacing up and down the corridor to give himself exercise, turning just at the point of our room which was the end one. As he turned his gaze hit me, stark naked and non too pretty a sight. My room mate said “Jaysuuus, he paused quite long there, did you see his eyes just staaarin atcha”. We were in hysterics as he retreated to the room next door.

This was about 10pm. 15 minutes later an alarm sounded and the crash team arrived next door. After about 30 minutes a relative was standing outside our room sobbing into the phone (I’ve changed bane here) “Uncle Peter’s dead...can’t believe it...he was perfectly ok...don’t know what happened,..know they said there’s the risk it could happen...” More relatives arrived, undertakers called. My room mate said “Oh goodnigh-aaat, we may as well stay awake and listen, not gonna get any sleep, are we?”

I had killed him!

Actually, as the cardiologist explained, he had a silent immense lethal clot that was inevitably going to kill him, it happens in a small percentage of cases where stents are placed and they would equally have died without intervention.

Tatum Deafening Cuff wrote: »

Oooh I have one.

Long story behind this involving some decisions which were ethically fine but legally not so much, anyways, one of my housemates ended up with a collection of very old (1890s up to 1920s) glass photography plates, it was a family collection so all the same people in it, you could see them growing up, it was nice. I'd say it was the first time they were looked at in decades. Meticulously organised and labelled, real labour of love, and a quite fantastically expensive one I'd imagine. Hundreds of the things.

I was looking through them and there was one with two little boys in it, I read out their names, wondered aloud if they were alive and then saw the date and said "oh no, they must be long dead and gone". Like the second that last syllable left my mouth, the radio turned itself on. It's an old analog radio, you have to slide a click button across to turn it on and off, there was nobody near it.

My housemate was really freaked out, I wasn't though, thought maybe someone had left it on but not tuned into a station (though there wasn't any static) and for some reason something had appeared on that frequency. It's a local radio station.

The next day though, I was up at my friend's house and as I was leaving I was humming a song that had been in my head all day. He asked is that such and such a song, tis says I, well that's fcuking weird says he, that's been in my head all day too.

Left the house, popped in my headphones, turned on the radio which was tuned to that same local station, and what fcuking song is playing? :eek:

Now, obviously had it been an Ed Sheeran song or something, that's a bit of a coincidence but nothing really odd. But, it was quite an old, obscure-ish song. By a little band called Ace of Bass. With a little chorus that goes

"I saw the sign
I opened up my eyes
I saw the sign"

tl;dr: child ghosts are haunting me through the medium of radio to punish me for saying they're dead, and also for handling their property I think they've given up now though because they got bored because I could not give a fcuk. House I grew up in is allegedly haunted, I would say I am open minded about and also deeply disinterested in the existence of ghosts. Fcuking turn the radio on and off and move sh1t around and bang doors see if I fcukin care I'm fcuking alive!!! Stupid fcuking dead eejits.

8valve wrote: »

After the M9 had recently opened between Carlow and Dublin, I was dropping the ex and her friend to the airport, for their early morning flight. We had travelled from Waterford on the old N9, which was a complete pain in the arse and hard to make quick progress on, so it was great to get onto the newly opened stretch of motorway to make up a bit of time. Time was probably around 2am or so.
I had only been on the motorway less than half an hour, when I saw blue lights ahead. I slowed down and a guard had the squad car across the two lanes, blocking any further progress and diverting us off the motorway. He said there had been a fatal accident further on but we could rejoin the motorway a couple of exits further north.
I eventually dropped the others at the airport and headed back for home. Back on the M9 southwards, I eventually passed by the scene of the earlier accident on the other side. No flashing blue lights at that stage but there were still a couple of emergency service vehicles there, probably finishing up, doing clean up etc.
I drove on, probably between 4-5am, enjoying the early morning sunrise and total lack of traffic on the motorway.....until I heard distinct, loud sobbing from the back seat of my car! Being a sceptic, I checked the electric window switches and the sunroof switch, making sure it wasn't a window or something left slightly open and the wind whistling.. All closed fully.
I heard it again and with a bit of dread, looked in the mirror...Nothing.
I swept onto the hard shoulder, jumped out, opened the back door, the tailgate (car was an estate) but nothing or nobody was there.
I closed up the car, got back in and drove off, absolutely freaked out.
I didn't hear it again for the remainder of the journey but it had genuinely spooked me.
I've never been able to rationally explain it.

Tatum Deafening Cuff wrote: »

I did say obscure-ish!

Grand tune like, just what are the odds.

MrAbyss wrote: »

I drove a car with no key in the ignition from Yeovil in Somerset to Glastonbury. The keys were on the kitchen table all the time. I had forgotten them. When I arrived in Glastonbury I went to turn off the ignition and there were no keys. There were only one set of keys. At home. My friend had to drive out with the keys to were I was parked so I could go back home. It was as if the ignition was started by my mind or something.

Tatum Deafening Cuff wrote: »

Oooh I have one.

Long story behind this involving some decisions which were ethically fine but legally not so much, anyways, one of my housemates ended up with a collection of very old (1890s up to 1920s) glass photography plates, it was a family collection so all the same people in it, you could see them growing up, it was nice. I'd say it was the first time they were looked at in decades. Meticulously organised and labelled, real labour of love, and a quite fantastically expensive one I'd imagine. Hundreds of the things.

I was looking through them and there was one with two little boys in it, I read out their names, wondered aloud if they were alive and then saw the date and said "oh no, they must be long dead and gone". Like the second that last syllable left my mouth, the radio turned itself on. It's an old analog radio, you have to slide a click button across to turn it on and off, there was nobody near it.

My housemate was really freaked out, I wasn't though, thought maybe someone had left it on but not tuned into a station (though there wasn't any static) and for some reason something had appeared on that frequency. It's a local radio station.

The next day though, I was up at my friend's house and as I was leaving I was humming a song that had been in my head all day. He asked is that such and such a song, tis says I, well that's fcuking weird says he, that's been in my head all day too.

Left the house, popped in my headphones, turned on the radio which was tuned to that same local station, and what fcuking song is playing? :eek:

Now, obviously had it been an Ed Sheeran song or something, that's a bit of a coincidence but nothing really odd. But, it was quite an old, obscure-ish song. By a little band called Ace of Bass. With a little chorus that goes

"I saw the sign
I opened up my eyes
I saw the sign"

tl;dr: child ghosts are haunting me through the medium of radio to punish me for saying they're dead, and also for handling their property I think they've given up now though because they got bored because I could not give a fcuk. House I grew up in is allegedly haunted, I would say I am open minded about and also deeply disinterested in the existence of ghosts. Fcuking turn the radio on and off and move sh1t around and bang doors see if I fcukin care I'm fcuking alive!!! Stupid fcuking dead eejits.

punisher5112 wrote: »

I could do this back in the 90s early 00s as the signal would come through a radio speaker 1st....

She shouldn't believe the water proof gimmick as it's water resistant not fully waterproof.... That could explain a lot....

punisher5112 wrote: »

Oh I forgot you could get a LED stick on light for the rear of the phone and that would light up before the call would register on the phone....