Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

cazzzzz · 01-01-2013 10:09PM

Alone in the house now and ALL I can think of is the Paris metro story. Cheers for sharing.

up for anything · 01-01-2013 11:16PM

Quazzie wrote: »

Fair play to your uncle. My first instinct would've been to beat him with a hurl. If someone got in my kids bed in the middle of the night I don't know if he'd have a chance to explain. Maybe that's something I need to look at.

Your first instinct would have been right. Anybody stupid enough to get so drunk they could end up in a strange house in a child's bed would deserve it. Imagine how creeped out the child would have been. Years ago before I began to lock my front door I had to push a belligerent drunk out of my front door while he was very insistent he lived there. It was frightening.

e_e · 01-01-2013 11:22PM

Was gonna go downstairs and get a can of 7up from the fridge.

But having read this thread, nah I think I'll just go thirsty for the night.

GalwayGuy2 · 01-01-2013 11:36PM

When my Mother died, her friend in another town smelled her favorite flowers at the exact moment she passed.

Don't have a story to add, but that's beautiful.

Fluorescence · 01-01-2013 11:40PM

positron wrote: »

I don't know what dogs sensed there, but they sensed something unusual and reacted to it. I am sure there's a very clear rational explanation to this, but I just don't know it yet.

I have a similar story. A cousin of mine was dying of cancer a few years back, and at the exact moment she stopped breathing, her two dogs outside started barking and howling. One of those dogs is normally mute - never ever ever barks, or even growls for any reason. If there's a logical reason, I don't know it. My family think it was her spirit stopping off to say goodbye to the dogs, but I'm not convinced that's true.

Interesting to consider though.

Dawn Rider · 01-01-2013 11:42PM

GalwayGuy2 wrote: »

Don't have a story to add, but that's beautiful.

Cheers.

Her friend thought so too - Mum's way of saying goodbye.

e_e · 02-01-2013 12:56AM

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taman_Shud_Case

Not creepy, but very mysterious and more than a little unnerving. An amazing read.

Dawn Rider · 02-01-2013 01:56AM

e_e wrote: »

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taman_Shud_Case

Not creepy, but very mysterious and more than a little unnerving. An amazing read.

It certainly is

retalivity · 02-01-2013 03:18AM

the unsolved mysteries thread needs to come back with more new stuff!

Mr. McGreg · 02-01-2013 03:36AM

Thought of one there my mam told me!

When my granny died (on my dads side) the morning after her funeral my dad, uncle and grandad were sitting in the kitchen of my parent's house with the back door left open. Anyway, after a while, in through the door comes this red-breasted robin and everyone in the room paused and went silent just for a minute. The robin stood in the middle of the kitchen and seemed to turn to each of my family briefly before flying straight back out the door and away!

Never had a bird fly into the house before or since, it gave them great comfort anyway!

BUBBLE WRAP · 02-01-2013 02:14PM

This thread has me awake at night,

also I'm imagine that letters coming through the letter box are letter bombs.
I check under my bed every night.

I imagine there is poison in my dinner.
I imagine every night, my brother talking in his sleep is the devil trying to tell him to kill me.
The worst is I imagine that the dangerous man holding a knife outside my window, is a dangerous man ......Oh feck!

Synyster Shadow · 02-01-2013 03:02PM

When I'm upset I can smell my grannys perfume she's 11 years dead now and she was like a mother to me. The perfume can't be got anywhere now at all but I have her little bottle left with all her other belongings that iv kept all these years

positron · 02-01-2013 03:17PM

Synyster Shadow wrote: »

When I'm upset I can smell my grannys perfume she's 11 years dead now and she was like a mother to me. The perfume can't be got anywhere now at all but I have her little bottle left with all her other belongings that iv kept all these years

Again, please don't be offended, but the smell and even vision (like as if they are standing right next to you, or a shadow etc) are all very possible and well explained - these are reconstructions of your memory by your brain. That is, your brain tricks itself to into thinking that your nose is sensing the scent of your granny. Or in some cases, the brain reproduces the image and tricks itself in believing that the eyes are sending in these sights. The experience is very real to you, but it's well understood to be a uncommon but natural brain thing.

Synyster Shadow · 02-01-2013 03:26PM

positron wrote: »

Again, please don't be offended, but the smell and even vision (like as if they are standing right next to you, or a shadow etc) are all very possible and well explained - these are reconstructions of your memory by your brain. That is, your brain tricks itself to into thinking that your nose is sensing the scent of your granny. Or in some cases, the brain reproduces the image and tricks itself in believing that the eyes are sending in these sights. The experience is very real to you, but it's well understood to be a uncommon but natural brain thing.

I'd take that as an explanation if the people there with me couldn't smell it but they could as I said I have a bottle of it and let them smell it. It's not a common smell at all

midlandsmissus · 02-01-2013 03:38PM

My Mam rang me late last night, telling me she woke up in the middle of the night the night before and saw two small blond girls standing at the bottom of her room.

Scared the life out of me.

Das Kitty · 02-01-2013 03:52PM

I have another one. It's a bit long, but I have to give a bit of information about the place itself.

When I was fifteen I went hostelling in Scotland with my Dad and my younger brother. There are four years between my brother and me and at this stage we fought like cats and dogs. The sibling rivalry was murderous.

Anyway one of the hostels we stayed in was Carbisdale Castle. It’s in the highlands surrounded by forests on all sides, and it was built around 1900 and left to the YHA in someone’s will. It was bequeathed with all its contents including a load of oil paintings and marble statues. There are white marble statues in every corridor, but the main hall is filled with them. Example here

It’s pretty creepy and said to be haunted. It’s got one of those systems where you pull a cord in any of the rooms and a bell rings in the former servants’ quarters. One of the bells is labelled “Spook Room,” which apparently was the former nursery. Personally I felt very uneasy on the staircase and in the corridor that led to my room, as well as the basement kitchen. As I said in another post, I don’t believe in ghosts, so I quite enjoyed the creepy feeling I was getting. But there’s a fine line between fun and terror.

This place also had very boring facilities. There was a lounge, but all that was in it were stacks of books on the old wooden bookshelves and one board game with most of the pieces missing. There was a piano, but it must have been a noise nuisance because it had been nailed shut! My brother and I had to spend our time wandering around outside trying to knock each other down or abandon each other in the middle of the forest.

It started to get dark so we had a truce and decided to head back and see if we could bum a few biscuits off some other tourists. We arrived through the main door and the chandeliers were all lit, making the creepy statues and paintings even creepier. Then my brother stopped in his tracks. It took me a second, but then I heard it. Someone was playing the piano.

Now this thing was firmly nailed shut. We had tried to jimmy it open with a penknife earlier in the day (charming children that we were). There was no way anyone could have been playing it. And whoever or whatever was, could play beautifully. So myself and himself egged each other on to creep up to the lounge door and as we got closer we could see that it was slightly ajar. The light didn’t seem to be on as far as we could tell, but the piano kept playing inside.

By the time we were up at the door my heart was in my throat and it was almost impossible to get my legs moving at all. Being surrounded by dead-eyed statues made it feel incredibly oppressive, like they were all watching us being drawn to the room like moths to a flame. Then my brother couldn’t take it anymore and kicked the door, which rattled as it swung open. What we would have known, had we bothered to ask anyone, was that one of the bookshelves had doors that slid aside, and inside they kept the telly. I still can’t watch the Proms without thinking about that holiday.

mandrake04 · 02-01-2013 11:34PM

Mr. McGreg wrote: »

Thought of one there my mam told me!

When my granny died (on my dads side) the morning after her funeral my dad, uncle and grandad were sitting in the kitchen of my parent's house with the back door left open. Anyway, after a while, in through the door comes this red-breasted robin and everyone in the room paused and went silent just for a minute. The robin stood in the middle of the kitchen and seemed to turn to each of my family briefly before flying straight back out the door and away!

Never had a bird fly into the house before or since, it gave them great comfort anyway!

I had an elderly neighbour from Donegal who used to say that a Robin flying into the house was a sign of a death, also on the stories of the 'Knock' when my Grandmother died a family friend said that at the time of death his hall mirror fell of the wall because the bailer twine it was hanging with broke... strange because it was doubled up twine and it shouldn't have broke. Also on the topic of my grandmothers death my uncle who had converted from Catholicism to Jehovah's Witness much to the disgust of my grandmother and they didn't really talk got 3 Knocks on the door the night she died.

Great thread btw

Cheerful Spring · 03-01-2013 12:29AM

I've seen some weird stuff some people call them UFO's ( wasn't a light on a dark night i saw) They were day sightings i witnessed with my former girlfriend and another one when i was much younger with friends. Not going to discuss it here, but they were unnerving experiences. Still kind of puzzled by them to this day.

Ihatecuddles-old · 03-01-2013 05:03AM

My son just grabbed my watch and said 'see, its 5 o clock'

He's 2 years old and wouldn't know the number 5 if it bit him on the nose.

I know its 12/1 of him getting it right, but it was bang on 5 when he said it. Just a little strange !

Plus whenever you ask him the time, he always says 7. So It's just funny that he said 5 instead.

pitythefool · 03-01-2013 03:11PM

Boo

BUBBLE WRAP · 03-01-2013 03:27PM

pitythefool wrote: »

Boo

Not reading all of that! :mad:

Karona · 03-01-2013 03:45PM

I lost my Claddagh ring a few days ago as many of you know, well today my mother found it sitting on my brothers bed.

I text my brother and asked him did he find it and put it there and he told me he didn't. I searched the house for it the other night and the next day and it most definitely wasn't there. I even pulled that bed out of the room looking for it and it wasn't to be seen.

Looks like it came from thin air.

Delighted I got my ring back though. :cool:

pitythefool · 03-01-2013 03:54PM

BUBBLE WRAP wrote: »

Not reading all of that! :mad:

Double boo

podgemonster · 03-01-2013 04:33PM

Me and a group of co-workers went to see Keith Barry in the Olympia back in 2011. Anyway one of the lads gets called up on stage for one of the opening tricks. He is asked to give Keith his watch, who puts it in a velvet bag and then hammers it with a hammer into little pieces. Keith tells him not too worry as its not very valuable but the friend says it's actually his deceased grandfathers watch, later we all agreed we saw a flicker of guilt on Keiths face.

Anyway Keith pulls out the watch undamaged and yer man returns to his seat. While the show goes on, the friend is constantly looking at his watch and eventually realises under the dim lights its a replica. Not wanting to cause a scene he waits until the end of the show to approach the backstage entrance but is blocked by security. His claims over is watch are laughed upon, enraged and upset he leaves with one of the lads who stayed on with him and rather than joins us in the pub, goes home in a fowl mood.

A few days later he meets his girlfriend for a coffee in the IFSC near work, while his girlfriend is ordering some doughnuts at the till, he see Keith Barry leaving with a coffee. Almost spilling his own coffee, he gets up and heads out after him. When he gets outside he looks for Keith but he has dissappeared. Distraught again he returns to his girlfriends table. Unable to talk he goes to take a bite out of his doughnut.....

And what was in the Doughtnut??

........... Jam <

Roisy7 · 03-01-2013 04:45PM

Karona wrote: »

I lost my Claddagh ring a few days ago as many of you know, well today my mother found it sitting on my brothers bed.

I text my brother and asked him did he find it and put it there and he told me he didn't. I searched the house for it the other night and the next day and it most definitely wasn't there. I even pulled that bed out of the room looking for it and it wasn't to be seen.

Looks like it came from thin air. Delighted I got my ring back though. :cool:

Something similar happened to me years ago, I got a necklace for my confirmation and was full sure I lost it, until I opened the medicine cabinet when I was in sixth year and there it was- five years is impressive hiding time!

pitythefool · 03-01-2013 04:51PM

Roisy7 wrote: »

Something similar happened to me years ago, I got a necklace for my confirmation and was full sure I lost it, until I opened the medicine cabinet when I was in sixth year and there it was- five years is impressive hiding time!

Me too but it was a camera, my aunt was looking for it in our villa on holidays, when she couldnt find it we just left for the wedding anyway, when we returned it was right on her pillow, she kept questioning me as i was the first one back but I had not seen it and have no idea how it got there

Taloolah · 03-01-2013 05:07PM

A few years ago I had a dream that a little old woman was standing beside my bed, watching me as I slept. She then placed her hand on my arm and squeezed it tight. I'll never forget the vividness of her boney fingers on my arms. It was at this point that I woke up, and obviously there was no old woman beside me, but my arm hurt like hell!

Hamhide · 03-01-2013 06:30PM

When I was about 11 or 12 I shared a bunkbed with my older brother,i was on the top and he was on the bottom.It was the middle of the night and pitch black, I remember waking up to something blowing cold air on my face as I opened my eyes I saw my brother staring right at me with this ridiclious big smile,frightened the life out of me so I called his name but he didnt answer untill I could hear him snoring underneath me.Terrified I closed my eyes and hid underneeth the sheets, about a mintue later I peeked out and it was gone.I looked over the edge of the bed and my bro was sound asleep.A couple of nights after that I was in bed and so was everyone else, I dont know what tempted me to do it but I opened my eyes and looked towards the doorframe about 12 feet away and I could clealy see the outline of a person, they disapeared soon after. gives me the shivers just thinking about it again

Rhys Essien · 06-01-2013 02:05AM

I saw a dead baby ghost a few years back.When I got up close to it,it turned out it was a handkerchief.

MANUTD99 · 06-01-2013 02:15AM

I posted this in another thread trying to get some information on Linden Hall.

Hi All,

wondering if anyone has some insight to this place. Linden Hall Blackrock. I think apartments are there now. my father used to work for a security company in the 90's and the got the keys to Linden Hall to do regular security checks.

The building had been previously been used by nuns I think. I used to go with my dad as he drove around different places his company were looking after and I went with him the first time he went to Linden Hall. I was about 12/13/14 at the time. This was huge building and big grounds surrounding. Anyways I went with my dad into the building and went around exploring all the rooms. After I while I split from my dad and went my own way checking all the rooms. I started hearing this hammering noise as if someone was using a hammer. This went on and on and really loud. I wasn't scared as I didn't think anything of it. I finally met up with my dad again and he mentioned the hammering also. We went home and I never thought about it again. He never let me go back to that place though.

Years later he told me many more stories about the place. They alarm was always going off and he had to go out several times a night. The alarm panel was always going off in the same zone but there was never anything there. For some reason on one particular night, the fire brigade came out. They became interested in using the building for training purposes. My dad got talking to one of the fire staff and he mentioned the building had several uses over the years. Eamonn De Velera had died in the place as it was at one stage it was a convalescent home. My dad mentioned the trouble he was having. Straight away this man said the building was haunted by a particular person (can't think of his name now). Before the convalescent home he was told it was an orphanage and there was a gardener/maintenance worker who supposedly molested the children.

My dad rotated his shift with another bloke who I knew at the time. He used to drop the car off to my dad when he finished so my dad had the car for his shift. Anyway, one day he dropped to keys off to the aul fella and he was quite nervous. He said he had been up on the top floor of Linden Hall and seen a hat on the ground. He went to pick it up and a man just walked by him a the disappeared. (That's the story he told him anyway)

Also we used to have a German Shepard. Was a great dog. The auld fella used to bring him to work sometimes but he howled and refused to go into the building. My dad them tried to bring some of the security dogs they had. One was a tough little bitch called Sheeba. She was a rotweiller and I was terrorfied of the dog. She howled also a refused to go into the building as well.

My father died a few years ago but today I was reading another thread and got me thinking about Linden Hall again. My father was in the army for over 20 years before he worked for that security company. I have never seen him spooked by anything in his life. Even when he was dying of cancer he took it on the chin. He became the only staff member of the security company that would go into that building alone and at night. He was never a spoofer and was of the belief of speaking only if there was something interesting to say (he was a quiet sort)

As mentioned earlier I think they ended up knocking down this place and building apartments and I have never been there since that 1 night many years ago but I would love to know if anybody had any history on the place.

Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

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