Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

I'd say the speaker threw up at the thought of the drudgery ahead.

You connected via blue tit by mistake.

fleet_admiral wrote: »

You'll need a young priest and an old priest

Ahhhh heyar... add altar boys in to the mix and we can have spot prize nights...

Ah simple really.

You've picked up your neighbours baby monitor hence the burping and belching etc.

Bird song was probably one of this toy mobile things with music for kids.

Solution is to tell your neighbours to stop broadcasting the baby monitor...

Coopaloop wrote: »

The younger one who's 4 has a habit of coming into our bed room in the middle of the night and just stands beside the bed looking at you until you sense his presence, always scares the sh*te out of me.

My mam still tells me about how much I freaked her out doing that as a kid. I even remember doing it, standing there til she woke up, no idea why i didnt just try to tap or shake her, nope a kids logic is just to stand there because Mas are psychic and will wake up eventually.

She said it was made worse by the green glow of the digital alarm clock.

Are you near a church? It could be the priest giving the altar boy advice with a personal touch

Herself has "seen me" standing at the window in the corner of our room and if I look at her I have no eyes. Then she realises I'm actually in the bed asleep beside her and when she looks back to the window my image is gone most of the time. Occasionally she has to wake me for it to disappear. Happens usually in warm weather but sounds a little freaky.


Another time we were on holidays and she woke up to seen the outline of a hooded figure leaning over my body. The following day we were going to a circuit to do a few laps in a Ferrari and Lambo. While I thought she was just dreaming at the hotel, I was a little off in the second car for some reason and didn't push it around the track like the first car, but I don't know why.



I emailed a lecturer when I was in college with a sick note. She swore I was in class that day when I wasn't anywhere near the place, she even had me marked as present.


My grandad was in hosptial for a couple of weeks and his health was improving. We visited him every evening. The night of his death when I turned around and waved at him, time just sort of stood still or was in slow motion for 30 seconds or so. Felt weird and we were expecting him to be discharged in a few days, certainly not die that night. 20 years later that image of him is so clear I could actually draw a picture.