Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

RoundBox11 · 12-01-2013 08:08PM

FairytaleGirl wrote: »

Been meaning to add to this thread for ages so here goes, excuse any dodge spelling as im posting on my mobile.

I house i used to live in was legitimately haunted, i was creeped out at the time but i never felt scared as such.

Things used to move around themselves, one morning i came down to find all the ornaments from the mantle lined up on the hearth, and you could see the wee dust track on the mantle, so they hadn't slid off, they had to have been lifted.

The bathroom was always ICE cold, so much so that we had to have a heater in it to have a bath. Also anytime i closed the bathroom door it felt like someone was pulling the door from the other side.

I used to come downstairs in the morning and go to put away the glasses on the draining board from the day before. One particular morning when i lifted a glass only half of it was in my hand, the glass had been sliced perfectly in half across the middle, and on a closer look all the glasses on the draining board were the same, but they were all balanced perfectly. That was especially weird!

The scariest thing by far was when we were away for the weekend and our friends house sat for us, we got a phone call from them asking why there was writing on the wall in the spare room, ye hadn't a clue what they ment but when we got home we saw 'go away' painted on to our wall- you could only see it at a certain angle as it was in the same paint but the freaky thing was that we had painted the room about a week before-with a roller! We had no paintbrushes in the house.

The house next to us was empty but we found out shortly before we moved out that the man who lived next door had been found dead in his house a few months before we moved in.
Very weird!

That does sound creepy alright but jokes aside, that does sound like 90% of college accommodation ive been in... Ornaments all over the place, freezing cold, broken glasses..

FairytaleGirl · 12-01-2013 08:12PM

RoundBox11 wrote: »

That does sound creepy alright but jokes aside, that does sound like 90% of college accommodation ive been in... Ornaments all over the place, freezing cold, broken glasses..

It was a house i shared with my other half.

UCDVet · 12-01-2013 09:24PM

I don't believe in anything supernatural. I'm very skeptical and even border-line cynical. But this really did happen to me and it screwed with my head.

Growing up I wasn't very close to my Grandmother. I'd probably seen her all of six times in my entire life. For the first 22 years of my life I don't remember ever once having a dream about her.

I also didn't know she was sick, but I did know she was old.

But when I was 22, I had the most ridiculously believable dream where some girl, about my age came into my bedroom, knelled down at the side of the bed and said the Lord's Prayer. Probably the only thing I remembered about my Grandmother was that she was very religious and made us pray before bed the one time we spent the night at her place.

Outside I heard a car horn beep. Then the cheerfully said, 'I've got to go now. Sleep tight' and gave me a kiss on the head.

It was very strange. Most dreams I barely remember, but this one really stuck with me. Weird. Whatever. Later that day I got a phone call from my Mom saying my Grandmother had died. Sad, but then again, she had a long life, and because of distance, we rarely saw her. I wasn't emotional or torn up or anything.

My Mom ended up getting my Grandmother's house and we were going to sell it. So naturally, we had to clean it up. I think it was two or three weeks later but I ended up driving with both my parents to start going through the stuff and figuring what to do with it. In the closet we found an old box with lots of old pictures and I swear on my life, to the best of my recollection, I remember the girl from my dream looking exactly like my Grandmother, when she was 20.

My Grandmother was 108 when she died. She was in her late 40s when she had my Mom and my Mom was in her late 20s when she had me. For as long as I knew her, my Grandmother was a tiny, old lady. She didn't have any pictures of her in her 20s out on display and I'd never gone through her photos before.

I can't explain it.

Rational me says I just had a weird dream that I would have dismissed had I not had my Grandmother's death happen on the same day. And that it was after seeing the picture and having the dream in my head, that I 'imagined' the dream had my Grandmother's 20 year old face it.

But I'm really not sure.

Never told anyone in person cause it sounds like the fake crap people tell at lame sleep-over parties.

up for anything · 12-01-2013 10:21PM

MANUTD99 wrote: »

Yes, I'm about 80% sure that's the building. I'm going back nearly 20 years but looks familiar. Funny story. This building had massive rose bushes in its gardens. Seeing as they were knocking the building down, my dad nicked them. They are still growing in my parents house almost 20 years later:pac:

Can I ask if you have any info on the place?

Not really, I was curious and did a bit of googling round the name. There is strangely very little to be found though.

Try these links.

A couple of books in UCD library if you know of anyone that can borrow from there.

Planning Architecture Design Database Ireland (PADDI)

Sisters of Charity website - they ran the convalescent home - you could contact them and ask them for information or where to get information.

I hope that helps. It was all I could find.

KCC · 12-01-2013 10:34PM

Story 1: I was 15 at the time. At about 11pm one night, I went to take in a pair of jeans from the line. Once I stepped out the back door, I noticed a blue ball of light to my right. It was bouncing really fast from the bottom of the ground to above the roof. I think it might have been a "jack o'lantern". I have since looked it up online but information seems pretty scant. It may have been ignited methane or ball lightning. Any ideas?

Story 2: One night at about 2am, when I was 14, I woke up to a man (probably in his 20s) in my room. He was clearly drunk. He sat on the edge of my bed and started talking ****e. I decided not to let him know how scared I was in case things escalated. I just nodded and agreed with what he was saying. After a few minutes I thought I better do something about this so I said: "I think I hear my Dad; I think you should talk to him" and I started shouting for my father. I was worried he wouldn't wake as he is a very heavy sleeper. Anyways, as soon as I starting shouting for Dad, the man ran out of my room, down the stairs and straight out the door (maybe not so drunk after all?).

fathead82 · 12-01-2013 11:06PM

When I was 18,I sat with my grandfather while he died,he died at 2.23am. About an hour later I went home & went down the yard to close the door of the henhouse,the dog was with me & she suddenly started barking & growling at nothing,which she never did before.
I didnt think much of it & went to bed,the dog came down & got up on the end of my bed & sat staring at the wall growling,which she never did before either. I still dont know what to make of it but like to think my grandfather was paying a last visit to us. Himself & our dog never saw eye to eye!

shoos · 12-01-2013 11:11PM

Zillah wrote: »

This whole child-abduction near-miss thing is always prevalent in these sort of threads. Each one might be a bit creepy and unnerving, but the sheer quantity of stories like this, here and on other forums, is probably the most unsettling thing.

Yellowblackbird wrote: »

It's amazing the amount of people who came just within a hairs breath of being nabbed by a pedophile, rapist, serial killer. I'd have never thought so many kids out there had these narrow escapes. These are just the near misses. There must be thousands being abducted week.

I'm absolutely stunned at it too, and sadly enough my own creepy story isn't any different.

I can't remember how old I was, maybe six or so. I was on Portmarnock beach with my dad. We were both lying out sunbathing when I heard the sound of the ice-cream van and, like any six year old, jumped up and begged my dad to let me run down from the dune and get a 99. He gave me some change and off I went.

As I was making my way to the van, I walked past one of those little life-guard huts when this youngish man walks out and starts talking to me. As he's walking closer and closer to me he's saying "(my real name), where have you been we've been looking all over for you" ... I froze, really confused but also had a really strange vibe from him. I looked around, thinking he must be talking to someone else and still remember clear as day seeing the water in the far distance with a couple of dots for people, and no one else nearby. I would have immediately ran, but the fact he knew my name made me stay, thinking maybe I just didn't recognise him. Then he goes "your grandmother has been out looking for you, come here and we'll get you back"..... Now, all my grandparents died before I was born so that's when final alarm bells rang, and I legged it as fast I could away from the man straight back to my dad.

My dad asked me how come I didn't get ice-creams and I can't remember what I told him but I didn't tell him about the man.

At that age you just don't understand what happened, and I remember not wanting to tell him because I was afraid of maybe getting into trouble or doing something I wasn't supposed to.

It was only as I got older, the whole thing made sense.

Terrfying thinking about what could have happened to me.... the fact he must have followed me and my dad beforehand, listening out for my name.

MANUTD99 · 13-01-2013 04:49PM

The amount of near peodo, rapist, murder misses on this thread surely should be a lesson to everyone.

Report any incident like this to the guards.

Some bloke may have just whipped his cock out in front of you on a quiet street on your way home from town.You may laugh it off. He may rape somebody a few weeks later.

shoos · 13-01-2013 07:15PM

MANUTD99 wrote: »

The amount of near peodo, rapist, murder misses on this thread surely should be a lesson to everyone.

Report any incident like this to the guards.

Some bloke may have just whipped his cock out in front of you on a quiet street on your way home from town.You may laugh it off. He may rape somebody a few weeks later.

I just want to add to this

If you do have an unsettling experience and call the guards but find they couldn't really give a toss, either ask to speak to someone else, someone in charge, or go down the station and do it in person.

I had another really scary experience when I was 14 when a man in a car started following me home. I ended up having to leg it from him and hide in the front of a neighbour's garden, to which he then drove up and down the street a couple times really slowly trying to spot me.

I was absolutely terrified, and only got the nerve to call the Gardai a few days later.

When I did though..... can't f*cking believe the way he handled it. So unprofessional, couldn't have given less of a s**t.

He was actually munching away while talking to me, barely listening to what I told him (I can remember how much my voice was trembling, it was such a hard call to make and he made it NO easier). He finally goes "did ye get the licence plate?", I said I didn't, and he was like well nothing to be done then, is there. I said to him "well.... do you not want a description of the man or his car or anything?" To which he goes "yeah, go on then". This was only round 2005 by the way, in Dublin.

I was so scared and freaked out, I just wanted to hang up and for it to be over. But looking back now - my God, if that happened to me today or my daughter in the future I wouldn't be able to contain my rage.

So yeah - back to my point! :mad:

If one guard doesn't think much of a man following a girl/woman, flashing a girl/woman, intimidating a girl/woman - speak to another guard, because it IS a big deal!

Absolutezero · 13-01-2013 07:51PM

I can honestly say I have never had near misses by murderers or paedophiles. I have never had ghostly experiences. My furniture needs every assistance to re-arrange itself and the ornaments are always where they were left. Just saying.

Das Kitty · 13-01-2013 07:54PM

Absolutezero wrote: »

I have never had ghostly experiences. My furniture needs every assistance to re-arrange itself and the ornaments are always where they were left. Just saying.

Have you ever considered that you might be the ghost?

Absolutezero · 13-01-2013 07:56PM

Das Kitty wrote: »

Have you ever considered that you might be the ghost?

Nein mein Kitty!

face1990 · 13-01-2013 08:48PM

shoos wrote: »

following a girl/woman, flashing a girl/woman, intimidating a girl/woman

Or a boy/man!

o1s1n · 13-01-2013 09:42PM

Here's one the girlfriend just reminded me of. Might be a bit TLDR for some :pac:

A couple of years ago, an acquaintance began sending my sister very strange messages on Facebook. Things about how he lost his soul, she had the key to it, was all a bit strange. It went on for a few weeks and my sister was starting to get a bit freaked out.

I was convinced he was just being a creep so sent him a message telling him to leave her alone and that I knew where he lived.

Later that evening, myself and the girlfriend we were sitting at home watching Home Alone. It was about 9pm. We lived on the top floor of an apartment complex in the city centre. Downstairs there was a security door so nobody was getting in without someone buzzing them through first. Nobody ever called unless we were expecting them. The building was pretty much always empty.

So there we were, watching Macaulay Culkin fend off intruders, when the doorbell rings.

I tend not to answer doors when I'm not expecting anyone. Thought maybe next door had knocked off the bell or something, so I left it as a freak occurrence and continued to watch the film.

The bell rings again. We can faintly hear someone outside the door singing to themselves. It sounds like the guy who has been annoying my sister.

'There's no way it's him, he lives over an hours drive away in Bray.'

I decide I better at least check the peep hole. As I approached the door, the singing gets louder. It sounds like him, but if he's putting on a strange accent.

As I'm about to look out the peep hole, whoever it is starts scratching on the door with their finger nails. About now I'm starting to really flip out. Whoever it is must either be off their head or out of their mind.

I crept up to the peep hole, trying not to make a sound (maybe they would think we're not home) and looked out - it was him. I couldn't ****ing believe it.

I let out of a silent 'argh!!!! what the ****!!! it's him!!!' back to my girlfriend who was anxiously looking down the hallway towards me.

He rang again. I was not opening the door. The guy was clearly out of his mind for some reason and I started imagining he had a knife. I continued to look out the peep hole while he paced up and down the corridor singing to himself.

We left the door and went back into the sitting room where we contacted some of his friends. They knew he'd been annoying my sister so we thought they might know what's going on. They were equally freaked out as apparently he had recently spent some time in John of Gods.

My sister then contacts me saying that his father has been down to their house and doesn't know where he is. He also told her to stay away from him and ignore any messages he was sending as he was having issues with his medication.

So all those messages he'd been sending my sister weren't him being creepy, he had genuinely lost his mind. I'd subtly threatened him with 'I know where you live' and now he was pacing up and down outside my door.

There was no way he was able to get in. The apartment had one of those fire doors, you'd need an axe to get through. We were also four storeys up. So we decided to pretend we just weren't home and he'd probably go away.

We sat there in the sitting room for about 30 minutes to an hour chatting to people, trying to figure out what was going on with him. There was no sound from outside, so we'd assumed he was gone.

I went back to the door, crept up trying to not make a sound, looked out the peep hole and he was gone. Thank feck! crisis over!

'You'd better open the door just to have a look up and down the corridor to be sure' says the girlfriend.

I picked up an empty glass bottle of vodka by the neck just in case.

Went ahead and unlocked the door. It makes a loud 'click!', so kept my foot against it to brace, nothing.

Opened the door slowly and looked out the crack, as I expected, nobody there. We both breathed a sign of relief.

Was a bit relaxed now, so I opened the door fully and half stepped out to look the whole way around.

He was still there. Lying asleep on the ground outside the door, out of sight of the peep hole.

I was stunned. Literally stunned. I stood there for what felt like an eternity staring at him. He was going to sleep there all night, waiting for us to either come home or leave in the morning.

He began to wake up.

'AHHH!!!!! HE'S STILL ****ING HERE!!!!' I scream at my girlfriend, before jumping back through the door.

Without any hesitation, he lept up from the ground and bounded for the door. I fumbled for the lock and managed to get it closed just as he made contact with it.

My girlfriend hadn't a clue what had just happened.

'What do you mean he's still here?!?!?'

'He's still here! the nutter is still ****ing here!!'

He starts laughing. This maniacal laugh like a Bond Villain. It didn't sound like him at all.

'Hahaha, little piggys, little piggys, let me in. Or I'll blow your house down'.

Over the next 15 minutes I tried to have a conversation, but it was completely nonsensical. I asked him how he got out to our aparatment and he said he walked.

'What do you mean you walked...from Bray?'

'I bus surfed. You walk, but you stick your arm out when busses come along, it makes time slow down...I met a wizard on the way, he told me things. Have you ever watched a man lose his soul? I lost my soul. Your sister has the key. She's in there. I know she is. Get her to come out.' (she wasn't)

He began to get more agitated and started banging on the door again.

Only thing we could do now was ring the Gardaí. We didn't want to, as the few times we'd met him he was genuinely a nice chap, but this was just too much. Plus I then started having these visions of him throwing himself off the staircase balcony, which was a long way down.

They arrived about 15 minutes later and took him away to Pearse Street station where they had a doctor waiting.

From then, on I half expected to see him lying asleep outside my door every time we came home. Never saw him again though.

fasttalkerchat · 13-01-2013 09:59PM

o1s1n wrote: »

Here's one the girlfriend just reminded me of. Might be a bit TLDR for some :pac:

I read it... worth reading but can't understand why you didn't call the cops as soon as he showed up at your house.

o1s1n · 13-01-2013 10:04PM

fasttalkerchat wrote: »

I read it... worth reading but can't understand why you didn't call the cops as soon as he showed up at your house.

Because, as stupid as it is, I still have that Irish 'give them the benefit of the doubt before calling the police' mentality. On retrospect, I should have called them the moment I saw him out the peep hole.

McChubbin · 13-01-2013 10:36PM

Jesus, O1S1N, that story gave me chills up me spine! :O What happened to the guy after he was apprehended?

Not sure if this was the product of an over-active imagination (I suffered with night terrors as a child) or something altogether more sinester and difficult to explain but I'm convinced I saw a banshee when I was 5 years old.
At the time, my grandfather was terminally ill with cancer-I didn't find out until years later as my parents had rightfully bkept this from me as I was too young to understand the concept. All I knew was that my "Papa" was poorly and "he might be going to Heaven soon".
Anyways, one night I was having trouble sleeping. At the time, I lived in the box bedroom which is the smallest in the house and only has the one window with a view onto the wall dividing our garden from our neighbours and a short passageway between the two houses. Whenever the lights went out, it would be pitch black outside and because we had no curtains back then, I had a hard time falling asleep- I was scared of the dark.
Anyways, on this particular night, it was exceptionally cold and I huddled under my sheets in a bid to get warm, already terrified of the general nightime noises going on around me. Suddenly, there's a bright light- pure white in colour- and it glows through the window, followed by a piercing, blood-curdling scream. I peeked out from behind my covers and saw a brief glimse of what I can only describe as some sort of half-decayed skull peeking out of a semi-transparent grey veil. It was there for a split second, screaming, then it was gone.
I ended up sleeping with my parents that night because I was utterly terrified.

About two weeks after that incident, my grandfather passed away.

To this day, I'm convinced it was a bad omen telling me death was around the corner. I still feel uneasy whenever I have to sleep in the box bedroom.

o1s1n · 13-01-2013 11:09PM

He was let go into the care of his dad. I think they had some kind of probation or curfew thing with him where he wasn't allowed to leave the house.

Freaked my folks and my sisters out as he only lived down the road from them.

The concept of banshees always unnerved me. I think it was that scene in Darby O'Gill, saw it far too young!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rhxC_1wuo3E

The Big Red Button · 13-01-2013 11:37PM

I remember, a couple of years back, staying in an apartment complex in Limerick for work, for a few weeks.

I was sharing with a guy I worked with. It was a Thursday night, he'd been in the apartment a couple of weeks, I'd just moved in a couple of nights ago. That night, we all (big group of us) went out for dinner together, himself and some other lads stayed out drinking, I went on home to the apartment.

I woke up in the early hours of the morning to someone ringing the doorbell and hammering on the door of the apartment. It half-registered with me that I was staying in Limerick, and that was probably the other lad coming home, that he couldn't find his keys. I wandered out to the hallway, started unlocking the door to let him in.

Then I noticed that there was a peephole in the door, and I had a look through. It was some really rough crazy looking guy hammering on the door, I'd never seen him before in my life! There was something about his eyes, he just looked completely out of it. I made sure the door was locked, and went back to bed ... he kept banging on the door for a while, but I think I must have just fallen asleep.

He probably just had the wrong apartment. It's scary, though, to think how close I came to just letting him in.

socster · 14-01-2013 12:17AM

I remember one time stayed up til 6am on a summers morning, just as I laid in bed I hear a loud thump on my window (live in countryside) scared sh!tlrss I do the unthinkable, I peel the curtain back slowly to outside, I see nothing but a few birds 390,400 metres away. not even anything on the floor that could of been thrown

cantdecide · 14-01-2013 12:35AM

A friend's dad was born about fifty miles away from my home town but moved here before he got married. He became a popular businessman and councillor over his time here and became chairman of the local golf club. I never met him, actually. He became ill unfortunately died just in his mid sixties.

We went to the funeral which was in his home town and it was exceptionally big, which wasn't unexpected. Many people travelled the fifty or so miles from our town to his home town. What was unexpected were the audible gasps and one or two shrieks a general commotion. I was wondering what was going on.

My brother, who was closer to our friend explained that this man, unbeknownst to most of his many acquaintances and colleagues, had an identical twin brother who naturally attended the funeral too!

Andrewf20 · 14-01-2013 12:46AM

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.

Fascinating read. Thanks for sharing.

fasttalkerchat · 14-01-2013 12:59AM

cantdecide wrote: »

A friend's dad was born about fifty miles away from my home town but moved here before he got married. He became a popular businessman and councillor over his time here and became chairman of the local golf club. I never met him, actually. He became ill unfortunately died just in his mid sixties.

We went to the funeral which was in his home town and it was exceptionally big, which wasn't unexpected. Many people travelled the fifty or so miles from our town to his home town. What was unexpected were the audible gasps and one or two shrieks a general commotion. I was wondering what was going on.

My brother, who was closer to our friend explained that this man, unbeknownst to most of his many acquaintances and colleagues, had an identical twin brother who naturally attended the funeral too!

I told my girlfriend your story and she said about the time her brother was sitting beside a man on a train who looked just like his great aunt's 2nd husband who was dead several years. They got to talking and it turned out he was his twin brother!

cantdecide · 14-01-2013 01:02AM

fasttalkerchat wrote: »

I told my girlfriend your story and she said about the time her brother was sitting beside a man on a train who looked just like his great aunt's 2nd husband who was dead several years. They got to talking and it turned out he was his twin brother!

Class!!

socster · 14-01-2013 01:25AM

Can't sleep tonight now :S

Dawn Rider · 14-01-2013 01:55AM

shoos wrote: »

I just want to add to this

If you do have an unsettling experience and call the guards but find they couldn't really give a toss, either ask to speak to someone else, someone in charge, or go down the station and do it in person.

I had another really scary experience when I was 14 when a man in a car started following me home. I ended up having to leg it from him and hide in the front of a neighbour's garden, to which he then drove up and down the street a couple times really slowly trying to spot me.

I was absolutely terrified, and only got the nerve to call the Gardai a few days later.

When I did though..... can't f*cking believe the way he handled it. So unprofessional, couldn't have given less of a s**t.

He was actually munching away while talking to me, barely listening to what I told him (I can remember how much my voice was trembling, it was such a hard call to make and he made it NO easier). He finally goes "did ye get the licence plate?", I said I didn't, and he was like well nothing to be done then, is there. I said to him "well.... do you not want a description of the man or his car or anything?" To which he goes "yeah, go on then". This was only round 2005 by the way, in Dublin.

I was so scared and freaked out, I just wanted to hang up and for it to be over. But looking back now - my God, if that happened to me today or my daughter in the future I wouldn't be able to contain my rage.

So yeah - back to my point! :mad:

If one guard doesn't think much of a man following a girl/woman, flashing a girl/woman, intimidating a girl/woman - speak to another guard, because it IS a big deal!

All he heard was that 'nothing actually happened', and filed it away in the 'Jaysus. What I have to put up with these days' part of his brain.:mad:

A surprisingly large amount of Police forces don't seem to realise that ordinary members of the public aren't trained in how to remember exact details about a persons appearance (Height&weight, scruffy or neat etc.).
If you only have a partial number plate here, but the make and model of the car, you can forget about the gaurds looking for it.

I reported a car for a particular offense and gave the make, colour, model and number plate. The Gaurd on the phone said, "Nope. There's no car of that colour on our data-base". And seemed as if he was ready to hang up, until I told him I had a photo of the car and would e-mail it to him (I wasn't going to give up until this was dealt with). He then checked the details again and told me it wasn't a black car, as reported, but a grey car on his data-base.
I told him I'd bring the photo in and he can then decide whether it's a black car or a very dark grey...
This had the proper effect and things went smoothly afterwards

Da Shins Kelly · 14-01-2013 02:12AM

Dawn Rider wrote: »

All he heard was that 'nothing actually happened', and filed it away in the 'Jaysus. What I have to put up with these days' part of his brain.:mad:

A surprisingly large amount of Police forces don't seem to realise that ordinary members of the public aren't trained in how to remember exact details about a persons appearance (Height&weight, scruffy or neat etc.).

Right, and in situations of high stress I reckon people are less likely to remember or even look out for such details, they just want to be out of the situation as quickly and safely as possible. If I was being chased by some creep in a car, I'm not sure how much I'd actually remember because I'd just be so focused on getting away.

LETS BE AVN IT · 14-01-2013 02:28AM

When I was about 14 me and my mate went down to a hangout where we would kick a ball of a wall,it was away from housing estates and next to a disused industrial park. But one day we went down there and there were guys drinking near the wall, it was about 10pm and we felt no danger so we continued to play soccer, a few minutes past and one of these older guys ran for us he was about 20 I say, he managed to get a hold of me and dragged me about 50 meters he was trying to get me to go back over to his mates he was screaming all sorts at me what he was going to do to me,I was terrified and he held my hands back so I coudnt hit him my freind kept kicking him and hitting him in the face and eventually jumped on top of him in which we fell over and we got away. Completly forget that story till reading this thread.God knows what could of happend if i didn't get free.

Dawn Rider · 14-01-2013 02:40AM

Da Shins Kelly wrote: »

Right, and in situations of high stress I reckon people are less likely to remember or even look out for such details, they just want to be out of the situation as quickly and safely as possible. If I was being chased by some creep in a car, I'm not sure how much I'd actually remember because I'd just be so focused on getting away.

That's so true. It can be hard enough figuring out the make and model of the car, let alone getting the reg plate.

If you have kids, why not play the number plate game where they have to remember as much as possible about a passing car. It's basically a variation of "Kim's Game".

A few years ago Opera Whinfrey did an experiment on peoples prejudices.
As the audience were queuing to get in the studio she had a scruffy white guy 'snatch' a staff members handbag.
A smartly dressed black guy shouted 'don't worry, I'll get him'. And chased the guy around the corner.
When asked what had happened almost everybody said 'a scruffy black guy with either a knife or a gun in his hand grabbed the woman's bag, and a neatly dressed white guy ran after him'...:eek:

You can be assured that there were no cars given away at that show!:D;)

hefferboi · 14-01-2013 04:50AM

I have a small heater in my room and leave it on for an hour before I go to bed every night.

Tonight I left it on as usual and turned it off and went to bed.

Woken up there all of a sudden when the heater went off on its own. I was in bed since 10 and it only went off there. By jaysus I got some hop.

Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

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