Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

the purple tin wrote: »

They say any nurses who have been working in old hospitals especially night shift, for a few years will have at least one story about strange goings on. Very common in those old places apparently.

Worked a summer job as a student night shift in a hospital years ago. One night about 2.30 am when all were supposed to be asleep, I heard the sound of someone running fast down a corridor. This was very odd as the patients were mainly incapacitated or very elderly.


I left the room I was in off that corridor and looked down the passageway but saw no one there!


I would have been thinking about a paranormal explanation but I nurse later told me that some teenagers used to climb up on the flat roof and run across it for kicks!

the purple tin wrote: »

They say any nurses who have been working in old hospitals especially night shift, for a few years will have at least one story about strange goings on. Very common in those old places apparently.

My sister is a nurse. She's told me some interesting stories about patients of hers acting strange. She was alone in a room one day with a man and he began saying things like ''why now'', ''can I not stay longer''? ''I can stay here longer''

What freaked her out was that he wasn't speaking to her, he was looking over at the other side of the room as if he were addressing another person standing there.

He died unexpectedly later that afternoon.

DEFTLEFTHAND wrote: »

My sister is a nurse. She's told me some interesting stories about patients of hers acting strange. She was alone in a room one day with a man and he began saying things like ''why now'', ''can I not stay longer''? ''I can stay here longer''

What freaked her out was that he wasn't speaking to her, he was looking over at the other side of the room as if he were addressing another person standing there.

He died unexpectedly later that afternoon.

That seems to happen regularly when someone is dying. They often talk about going on a journey or talking to someone dead as if they visited them.

My grandmother could smell her brother's cologne lingering in her spare room for years after he died.
And I've smelled her own perfume around me since she died.
Many things I'd only admit to half jokingly, but not this one.

May I ask the poster who heard the bean sidhe, is your family name a "Mac", or an "O"?


Must say it puzzles me why we only count the patrilineal line in our traditions here.

I enjoy this thread and have never come across something like what happened to me when I was younger and it very much frightens me and questions the power of the mind!
I am an atheist who over time has matured and is very much not against religion but I believe when you are gone you are gone and admire people who take comfort in religion/after life.

When I was six or seven I can vividly recall having short bouts of fever/sickness. I would go to bed and as my parents were concerned about my condition I would sleep with them. Then I would have distinct night time terrors involving obscure things like winning a race when having promised (under threat) to lose or having to succeed at a task when the fate of your family are on the line. I would wake up and be covered in sweat/be very warm/disorientated etc and after reassurances from my dad especially I would be fine after 5-10 minutes. The term used was it's alright you're just raving!

Fast forward to when I was about 12 and I can recall being home sick for a flu/fever like condition in winter. By now I was obviously sleeping on my own and I recall waking up convinced I had attacked my parents. Certain. I even pushed open the door of their room slightly and seen blood. At this stage I'm delirious and in a severe state of panic. I think the only solution is to end my life rather than deal with the consequences.

So I flee the house in hardly any clothes and decide the only solution is to to jump in front of a car. My house is very much in the country and adjoins a remote lane which connects to a still not very busy regional road about 100 metres away. So I make it to the regional road pacing the road and waiting for a vehicle. I can only guess it's around 2am-4am at night as it is very dark. No vehicle comes along(might not be a vehicle going by for an hour or more at a time in the sticks) and after 5 minutes or so in the cold air I start realising that I obviously never attacked my parents and I have been severely hallucinating. I make my way home and even pass my parents bedroom where the door is open(often would be after one of them got up for the toilet) and they are obviously fine. My parents were protective of me after this for a long time and watched what I ate before bed, medicine I took and if I ever had a temperature etc

I hardly ever tell that to anyone because of the negative reaction I got when I told a friend and the stigma of mental health which has really improved since around this time.
In fact I often wonder about people who commit suicide who seemingly have so much to live for and try never to condemn them.


Months later when my parents were away at my Aunt's house I wake up in the middle of the night and sense a presence in the room. I peak over and can vaguely see a man on the chair beside my door. He is tall, dark and has a distinctive cap. I'm frightened but I know it's not a sinister figure and eventually just return to sleep. I had a faint feeling like this man was guarding me.

A couple of years later my sister and I come across a picture in the old house where my father grew up(one of a family of nine) and there is an uncanny resemblance to the man I had a glimpse of in my room. It's a dead ringer for my grandad who was dead before I was born and who I never met. It caught me by surprise as I had only seen one picture of my grandad and that was a picture of him on his wedding day and this was an older picture of a tall, dark man circa 60-70 years of age. Around the age that my grandad left this world.

Around ten of us from work were catching up on Zoom last night. One of them is pregnant and just found out it's a girl. We finished up at work two months ago and she hadn't told anyone she was pregnant at that stage and I hadn't spoken to her properly (outside of the work Whatsapp group) since then. She was saying on zoom that they had picked a name. Immediately I thought that we'd had that conversation already and she had told me the baby was going to be named Arabella. Then she said the baby's name is Arabella :eek:

I already knew the name yet there was no way she had told me. We also would have never been discussing baby names at work before. I have no memory of ever having this conversation where she told me the name, but I just feel like it happened before.

The actual event didn't happen to me but involved my grandmother. It has given me great comfort (and a bit of a chuckle).

My grandmother died in 2018 in a nursing home. Very easy going lady, wouldn't put anyone to trouble even if it meant she was in discomfort.

The last few months of her life were sh!t. She was unable to move or even talk much. For the 4 years she was in the nursing home she would never press the call button for staff. They've enough to be doing she would say. In the end the button was hung up on the wall as opposed to hanging over the rail on her bed.

The night she died the night nurse settled her in around 9 and went back to the nurses station. Then the alarm went off for room 42, nan's room. The nurse ran back but by the time she got there, nan was gone. There was absolutely no way nan could've physically pressed the call button.

When my mother and her sisters arrived into the home about an hour later, my mam said the nurse was shaking when she opened the door to them. This nurse was in her 40s so not some flighty young one.

We say it was nan's little last joke on the way out.

That last post gave me goosebumps. Had similar experiences on two occasions