Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

passatman86 wrote: »

A story i heard from someone
Apparently a house in south Dublin had some strange goings on. Not 100% on the details but was meant to be haunted. The family reached out for help and the local priest offered to stay alone the night at the house to see whats happening. Next morning the priest came out from the house and his hair had turned snow white - he refused to discuss with anyone what happened.

I heard this story years ago when I was a child and that it happened somewhere in Kildare.

Was listening to an episode of the Tommy Tiernan podcast early in the week where they were discussing older people that lived alone in your community when your were growing up. They would generally be from a rural area, still living in an old-fashioned house, would have a distinctive smell and lead a very hermetic life.

It immediately sprang to mind a fella just like that who used to work for my late grandfather and later became great friends. They even ended up in the same nursing home, and were as thick as thieves right up until my grandfather passed away.

I hadn't thought about this elderly bachelor for a long time. Earlier today then, my dad said he was going to stand outside a church for a funeral out west tomorrow morning- the same fella had died on the same day I randomly remembered him. My dad also was called to mind about him too during the week.

Strange coincidence.

john123470 wrote: »

I was living in Osaka when my father died in Ireland. I was doing heavy physical work at the time for a Korean company based in Kyoto.
I used to hit the sack exhausted every evening.

One night - i was woken by 3 tremenduous knocks on the bedroom door. I lived alone in a 3 storey bldg. There was just the Korean Company office mid floor and another empty aprmnt on the ground floor.
So, i woke up terrified.
I wrenched open the door .. nobody there.

Next evening, when i returned from work, the Korean secretary roared upstairs from the office beneath -
"John-san, your father is dead.." She had received a phone call from my family earlier to inform me

I checked the times later and the time of Dad's passing and the knocking were in sync.

It could of course be coincidence but I have heard about souls passing and 'knocking' somewhere previously

Thank you for sharing this . I believe it’s called a death knock .

Great resource in folklore about this is to be found here
https://www.duchas.ie/en/cbes/4498605/4385166/4509519

john123470 wrote: »

Thanks for the heads up

I remember that the knocks were very insistent and aggressive and wondered why I could not have had a gentler farewell .. if thats what it was ..

No accounting for the psyche

The earlier 'gentle' knocks went unheeded!

john123470 wrote: »

Next evening, when i returned from work, the Korean secretary roared upstairs from the office beneath -
"John-san, your father is dead.." She had received a phone call from my family earlier to inform me

Sorry about your father. That was more than a little shitty of her. She didn't have much empathy. That must have felt very harsh on your own so far away.

Was watching a movie on Netflix. All of a sudden, for absolutely no reason it crossed my mind whether if any hurling was on TV today. Literally, and I mean literally 5 seconds later I got the following email pushed through. And I know how advertising works, no search, no messaging and no emails.

fryup wrote: »

^^^^^^^^^^

you've got cookies in your head?

If I did, it would have advertised Tipp not Limerick. That’s the unnerving thing.

Something unnerving I have noticed is that more than a couple of times I have found a perfectly healed scar on one of my hands and I don't remember ever having cut myself. I have a scar on my middle finger today that wasn't there when I was painting my nails a couple of days ago. But the scar looks months old. Weird.

This just happened and I'm still so confused and unnerved.

Sitting on the couch about to have dinner and my husband is sitting beside me. I suddenly feel someone reach across me as if getting a cushion or remote and blow full force into my ear (sort of like an exhale if you're fed up/sigh). I glanced straight at my husband and said "what are you blowing in my ear for?" And he was dumbfounded. It was so strong that it couldn't have been a draught.

We have a door that connects to a downstairs room just off the attic and everytime I wake up in the morning it's open. I attributed this to my husband leaving it open from the night before, but when I mentioned this to him, he says he didn't leave it open. I'm usually last to bed and first up, so it isn't really possible for him to leave it open as he doesn't get up at night. The last week or so, I've been closing the door and putting my weight up against it, making sure it's closed and again I'll come down some mornings and it's either fully or slightly open. Starting to get a bit freaked 😳

Definitely and wear a red Star Trek shirt , they're the ones you get killed in.

This happened in the 90’s

We were students looking for place to rent and just doing viewings in shared accommodation . One of the viewings was in a large house in the city Center in Cork.

large house surprisingly spacious once you stepped in. Met most of the people who were living there were in the kitchen/living room lovely friendly bunch and a nice vibe. Promising so far.

landlord brought us up to see the bed rooms. This is where I got a horrible feeling or vibe or atmosphere, can’t explain it but I IDID not feel we should be here in one particular bedroom.

not sure why I did this ,asked “did someone die in here?”

landlord didn’t flinch or react ,said no no one died here and quickly changed subject.

we were in house about another 10 min and thanked everyone. Could not rest about the feeling I had.

sad story but someone had died in one of the rooms , and was there for a number of days before found. That’s the story.

landlord just didn’t want to disclose it , but thinking back on their calm unflinching reaction to my out of nowhere question showed how well rehearsed they were.perhaps not the 1st time they were asked it.

Hardly gifted . But was unnerving nonetheless. Older buildings all have hidden histories . Must be a landlords night mare . I do always think I always look for the “vibe” in a place above any recommendations I get. I don’t think I could settle in a place if I ignored my first impressions like above .

Background. Growing up I always thought I was somehow the odd one out amongst my numerous siblings. I don't know why. I guess I just felt that way.

I know that the year I was born my mother kept a personal diary A large red diary with one day to a page and the year marked out in large gold print. I found that diary many years after my mother died.

The diary had all kinds of entries about things that happened, places visited and things done. That diary covered the entire year. Almost. One page was missing. Torn out. A ragged margin the only reminder that one whole day was no longer there. The detail gone forever. That day? The day I was born. No mention of me at all. And after that year there were no more diaries. I never did find out why the day of my birth warranted such obliteration.

This place is full of spooks though, enough to make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

Having lost someone to suicide during the lockdown, there is definitely a presence, but maybe that was there before, who knows. Light bulbs bursting suddenly in two different flats at about the same time, when we checked they had been clearing the last of the person's things from the flat, and they were strangers doing it, as opposed to family members of the deceased. It is a little bit of a twilight zone , but tbh, we love it. We loved that person too, if only we could have communicated it enough that they might have wanted to stay a bit than this side of the veil.