Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

Recently, someone sent a "parable" on what's app to the family group with the punchline "without Jesus you are nothing".

This was making me really angry and agitated. While crossing at a junction at which I had right of way, but was thinking about this, a car turned right and nearly hit me.

Now, I don't want anybody to read anything into this except, when you are crossing the road

"keep watching, that's the code".

😃

My husband's grandad died in September of last year. He lived to a grand old age (about 96 I believe) but the last few years of his life he had been bed/chair-bound and his sight and hearing had greatly deteriorated. Safe to say he didn't have a terrific quality of life towards the end, and due to his mobility issues the family had moved his bedroom into a downstairs room just off the main hall so that the nurse/home help could get him in and out of bed more easily.

We travelled to France (where my husband is from) the day after his grandfather had passed. It was incredibly warm, like 30+ degrees at the time, and after a long journey from Dublin (via Belgium) we finally made it to his grandparent's house where the rest of the family were waiting for us. My OHs Grandfather was lying at rest in what had been his bedroom while the rest of the family, about 10 people in total, kept busy preparing the house for the funeral and the wake over the following days.

After a couple of hours of tidying and cleaning, we all sat down in the dining room to have lunch. Again, there were about 10 people in the house at that time and we were all (with the exception of my OH's mother) sitting at the table. My OH's mother was in the kitchen preparing some food and was visible from where we were sitting.

The layout of the house is a bit unusual but it's important to the story. As you enter the front door you find yourself in a sort of square hall, maybe 2mX2m. To the left of this hall was the room in which the deceased lay, straight ahead is the sitting/dining room, and to the right of the hall is a long corridor that leads to the kitchen and some other rooms. There is a glass door separating the hall from the dining/sitting room and it's glazed with this heavily frosted, heavily patterned green glass that must have been all the rage when my OH's Grandad built the house back in the 60s.

During the lunch I was sitting with my back to the frosted glass door and at some point during the meal while everyone was chatting and eating I inexplicably turned to look at the door separating the dining room from the hall. I don't know why but I just got the sense that there was someone there. As I did I saw the face of somebody slowly retreating from the glass door and backing into the hall, as though they'd had their face right up against the glass to see who was in there before slowly backing away. The glass was too opaque for me to be able to see clearly who it was or what they were doing but I believe this was my OH's Grandfather coming out of his room to see what all these people were doing in his house. As I mentioned earlier he'd been pretty infirm the last number of years of his life, he was also a very house proud and social person. I don't know why but I find it quite comforting that in death he was once more able to roam about without assistance and keep watch over the house he'd built.

The funeral took place the following day and after the service there was a gathering in the same house. Most of the guests were confined to the house and the front garden but I snook off a couple of times to take a break (I'm not a native French speaker and I get exhausted quite quickly when I'm speaking it all day). There was a small allotment in the back garden where the deceased used to grow vegetables and fruit and I think he kept a goat there at one point. Again, he took a huge amount of pride in his allotment. While I was sitting there I got the feeling once more that there was someone there with me, not in an "oh i feel like someone's watching me" kind of way but a feeling that there was someone sitting literally right beside me. It's hard to put it into words. I didn't see anything the second time but again I put it down to my OH's Grandad taking one last look around the allotment he'd loved so much.

I haven't told my husband or anyone else about my experience. It seemed weird and maybe disrespectful in a way to be like "Oh by the way I think I saw your grandad's ghost walking around when we were having lunch." I've considered telling him on a number of occasions but I'm not sure if he'd be comforted or shaken, so for the time being at least I'll keep it to myself.

Anyway that's my story. Not super terrifying but definitely curious. As far as I know nobody's had similar experiences in the house before or since. My OH's grandmother still lives there so I'm back fairly regularly and haven't had any other incidents myself either.

Could be this?

It seems that some release them upon death of a loved one..

Haunted Ireland at Christmas.

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I wouldn’t say cope with mental illness, if that meant an individual's mental illness. Although I do find a term “away with the fairies” interesting, to me it seems like it was a way of explaining things like schizophrenia, autism, Asperger’s etc.

"The cure" of various ailments would still be fairly popular in rural areas. You'd still see people on Facebook asking if anyone ķnows someone with the cure of such and such, often a childhood illness like croup. People travel miles for these.

I've been to the camps in Poland, it's hard to describe the feeling when you walk in.

244 pages and im sure not a single thing that is proof of any supernatural world.

Whatever the cause some places do have an athmosphere. Churches, holy wells pubs even.

Midlands accent is terrifying.