Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

fluke · 21-02-2013 11:59AM

circadian wrote: »

Was on the Luas a few nights ago after a tough day at work. Was having a little sob to myself and the guy beside me patted me on the back and pulled out my earphones. Weirdo!!!

Was this not posted a few days ago???

Jen Pigs Fly · 22-02-2013 11:29PM

My workplace is really creepy.

It's a new enough building but is built over the slaughter house that was behind an old livestock mart that was torn down a good few years ago.

All staff members have experienced at least one thing. The most common is knocking on doors from upstairs when everyone is downstairs, hearing banging around the shop, at closing time bags rustling, products that are on the shelf securely will fall off or will be pushed right back to the back of the shelf - this happens when the shop closed as I will face off a product before the shop is locked up and then during opening the product will be push right back or thrown off the shelf.

When we are closed sometimes a sound similar to a woman wearing heels walking around can be heard and a knocking noise can be heard.

The newest thing is hearing a co worker call a name but that coworker didn't call you or is not even in the same area. This happened to me, there were only 3 of us working my female coworker and my male manager. I heard as clear as day, my coworker saying "Jenny, come here a minute" while she's right behind me, we were both freaked out as the noise came from the back of the shop we were both at the front and the manager was on break. Another coworker was called while she was upstairs by a coworker who wasn't even working that day. It's as clear as day.

We are aloud to bring dogs to work, one of my coworkers dogs won't even go upstairs, my young lab won't go up but if he does he growls and barks and stares into a certain corner of the office and won't enter our storage room. My older lab also won't enter the storage room and will wail and cry if I go in. Both of my dogs also sometimes stare at a corner and will start growling defensively.

My freakiest experience in this shop was while I was on break and the rest were on the shop floor I heard a violent banging from upstairs, I went upstairs to investigate and I could hear footsteps that made a sound similar to if you had something very sticky at the sole of your shoe. There was nothing sticky under my shoes and when I stopped walking upstairs to hear the sound continued, a squelching sound from upstairs like someone with sticky shoes walking around. Needless to say I ran, and wouldn't go anywhere alone in the shop. None of my coworkers were upstairs at the time and cameras confirm it.

I refuse to stay in that shop alone, especially after closing, the feeling of being watched is unreal in that place, it's very unnerving.

Hope this isn't too long ... There's so much to say about this shop!

Janedoe10 · 22-02-2013 11:45PM

Cool that u can bring your dogs to work . Their 6th sense is picking up something alright .

Jen Pigs Fly · 22-02-2013 11:48PM

Janedoe10 wrote: »

Cool that u can bring your dogs to work . Their 6th sense is picking up something alright .

It's a pet shop

but yea all dogs have an issue with the store room upstairs, we don't use that room bar to store say Xmas stuff, shelves and such, all deliveries and products are stored downstairs. The upstairs store room never has working lights lights are always blowing, turning on and off and such. Freaky room haha

Quazzie · 23-02-2013 01:02AM

xxxJennyxxx wrote: »

My freakiest experience in this shop was while I was on break and the rest were on the shop floor I heard a violent banging from upstairs, I went upstairs to investigate and I could hear footsteps that made a sound similar to if you had something very sticky at the sole of your shoe. There was nothing sticky under my shoes and when I stopped walking upstairs to hear the sound continued, a squelching sound from upstairs like someone with sticky shoes walking around.

Sounds like "the crutches" to me :eek:

Jen Pigs Fly · 23-02-2013 01:32AM

Quazzie wrote: »

Sounds like "the crutches" to me :eek:

Ahh would you Stop, ill never go into work now :rolleyes:

COYVB · 23-02-2013 02:00AM

xxxJennyxxx wrote: »

My workplace is really creepy.

It's a new enough building but is built over the slaughter house that was behind an old livestock mart that was torn down a good few years ago.

All staff members have experienced at least one thing. The most common is knocking on doors from upstairs when everyone is downstairs, hearing banging around the shop, at closing time bags rustling, products that are on the shelf securely will fall off or will be pushed right back to the back of the shelf - this happens when the shop closed as I will face off a product before the shop is locked up and then during opening the product will be push right back or thrown off the shelf.

When we are closed sometimes a sound similar to a woman wearing heels walking around can be heard and a knocking noise can be heard.

The newest thing is hearing a co worker call a name but that coworker didn't call you or is not even in the same area. This happened to me, there were only 3 of us working my female coworker and my male manager. I heard as clear as day, my coworker saying "Jenny, come here a minute" while she's right behind me, we were both freaked out as the noise came from the back of the shop we were both at the front and the manager was on break. Another coworker was called while she was upstairs by a coworker who wasn't even working that day. It's as clear as day.

We are aloud to bring dogs to work, one of my coworkers dogs won't even go upstairs, my young lab won't go up but if he does he growls and barks and stares into a certain corner of the office and won't enter our storage room. My older lab also won't enter the storage room and will wail and cry if I go in. Both of my dogs also sometimes stare at a corner and will start growling defensively.

My freakiest experience in this shop was while I was on break and the rest were on the shop floor I heard a violent banging from upstairs, I went upstairs to investigate and I could hear footsteps that made a sound similar to if you had something very sticky at the sole of your shoe. There was nothing sticky under my shoes and when I stopped walking upstairs to hear the sound continued, a squelching sound from upstairs like someone with sticky shoes walking around. Needless to say I ran, and wouldn't go anywhere alone in the shop. None of my coworkers were upstairs at the time and cameras confirm it.

I refuse to stay in that shop alone, especially after closing, the feeling of being watched is unreal in that place, it's very unnerving.

Hope this isn't too long ... There's so much to say about this shop!

regarding the sense of being watched the dogs not wanting to go into one of the rooms, get an electrician in to do a check around the building. sounds like something electronic is out of whack and giving off a high pitched hum or squeal that you can't hear, but can sense. that'd play havoc with the dogs as well

Jen Pigs Fly · 23-02-2013 02:04AM

COYVB wrote: »

regarding the sense of being watched the dogs not wanting to go into one of the rooms, get an electrician in to do a check around the building. sounds like something electronic is out of whack and giving off a high pitched hum or squeal that you can't hear, but can sense. that'd play havoc with the dogs as well

Would explain the lights turning on and off and the banging noises ... Ill say it to my manager to get them looked at.

The Big Red Button · 23-02-2013 09:24AM

When my younger sister was a toddler, still sleeping in a cot, she used to always talk about her friend Jimmy, and his 'bold' brother Dimmy, who lived in the cot. She used to wake up in hysterical giggles in the middle of the night, and when my parents asked her why she was laughing, she said that Jimmy was tickling her. Other times, she'd be sitting in the cot playing away perfectly happily on her own, when suddenly she'd scream or burst into tears, saying that Dimmy had pinched her or pulled her hair.

Then, a few times, my parents woke up in the morning to find her lying asleep on the ground beside the cot, with her 'blankie' on top of her. This was months before she was able to climb out of the cot herself. She claimed that Dimmy had thrown her out of the cot, but Jimmy brought her her blankie. Obviously she must have somehow climbed out herself ... funny thing is, the cot was still in my parents' room, and they're both very light sleepers.

It's also funny how she never mentioned Jimmy or Dimmy (or any other imaginary friends) when she was anywhere away from the cot.

We got the cot second-hand, don't know where it came from or what the history was ... makes you wonder!

Vojera · 23-02-2013 10:06AM

Nothing creepy has happened to me personally, but my niece sometimes creeps me out by telling us about things she sees in the house. It started when she was about two and a half or three years old, she said there was a "hello" in her room and she was too afraid to go to sleep. She kept insisting that this "hello" as she called it, was a face with no body that kept looking at her and talking her.

She also told us about the zombie in her room. Given her age, her exposure to zombies is limited to Scooby Doo, but she told us she woke up in the night to see a girl who was bigger than her but not a grownup in her room all covered in blood. She then said that at first she was afraid but after she talked to her for a while she realised she was actually really nice and wanted to be her friend.

She also has an "invisible" friend (she's now four, and she says she's invisible, not imaginary because she's really there, it's just that we can't see her), and told us that her friend has no where to live because her parents are dead, but her parents used to hurt her so she doesn't mind.

When I was small I also remember hearing that one of the kids on the estate almost got snatched on the way home from school. A man and woman pulled up in the car and told him to get in, that they were told to bring him home. The lad was a bit reluctant, especially since he didn't live that far away, and then the couple said "It's okay, your mother asked us to bring you home", but the kid's mother had died when he was a baby, so he ran. We were all on short leashes for a while after that.

Crash Override · 23-02-2013 10:53AM

xxxJennyxxx wrote: »

Would explain the lights turning on and off and the banging noises ... Ill say it to my manager to get them looked at.

Doesn't explain hearing someone calling your name though =/

admiralofthefleet · 23-02-2013 11:00AM

when i went in to get my son up his morning he was standing up in his cot dead silent staring directly into the corner with his head against the wall. freaked me out a bit a lá the end of blair witch project

Jen Pigs Fly · 23-02-2013 12:14PM

Crash Override wrote: »

Doesn't explain hearing someone calling your name though =/

And products being moved around, that sticky feet incident didn't sound like any electrical fault I've heard of. I would say it though about a fault if even just for our safety in the shop, hate to be electrocuted turning on a light switch :rolleyes:

There's definitely something up with that shop though, is a very unnerving place to be on your own.

monflat · 23-02-2013 12:19PM

Wanderer2010 wrote: »

The Tapestry Room in Loftus Hall, I never ever ever want to set foot inside there again and I would strongly advise anyone against it, the room is almost alive with malevolance, took me months to get back to sleep again. :eek:

Hey I just got inside d door of loftus hall and felt a fair chill overcome me
Fair play to you I still have that documentary on vcr which was aired during the 90 s

monflat · 23-02-2013 12:19PM

Wanderer2010 wrote: »

The Tapestry Room in Loftus Hall, I never ever ever want to set foot inside there again and I would strongly advise anyone against it, the room is almost alive with malevolance, took me months to get back to sleep again. :eek:

Hey I just got inside d door of loftus hall and felt a fair chill overcome me
Fair play to you I still have that documentary on vcr which was aired during the 90 s

Cunning Stunt · 23-02-2013 03:20PM

xLexie wrote: »

A couple years ago, I was living down in Waterford but had been down home for the weekend. I always preferred driving that journey at night because there was less traffic. Anyhow, was coming through ballyraggart, just coming over the slight rise in the road when ahead of me, I saw someone laying in the road. It was about 1am, the whole town was deserted. I stopped in the middle of the road, didnt know what to do. Something in the back of my mind was telling me not to get out though, so I locked my door and was just about to reverse back the way I came, to call the guards when your man got up off the road and walked onto the path on the opposite side of the road.

Reminds me of one night a good few years ago when I was driving through Sallins in the lashing rain. I was just coming up to the bridge when I looked to my right and there, in the middle of a sideroad is a persons body, just lying there, in dark clothes. I drove on over the bridge before I found a place to turn. I was sh*tting it that it was a dead body.
When I got back, there was an aul lad already there, trying to get this guy up off the road. I rolled down the window to see properly and the aul lad shouts ''Missus will ye give us a hand to get him off the road!'' so I stick the hazards on and get out of the car and help him get the other guy to his feet.
Turns out yer man was p*ssed - actually they were both well on - the smell of beer would knock you out! Must have been drinking buddies... They declined a lift and staggered on up the road together. So turned out OK, but I will never forget the sight of him lying on the road - the fright I got! and now reading some of these posts I am just happy it wasn't some kind of ambush!

SparkySpitfire · 24-02-2013 05:53AM

o1s1n wrote: »

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.

I'm really hoping this isn't a person I know...

LETS BE AVN IT · 24-02-2013 09:24AM

Was walking through the botanical gardens in Sydney a few year's ago they have hundreds of fruit bats living there when I got my first ever nose blead it didn't stop till I left the park. Bit strange still only ever had that one nose blead was covered in blood looking at those bats.

Dejvice · 24-02-2013 09:35AM

average hero wrote: »

One day when I was about 10 I was messing around with my radio scanning obscure MW and AM frequencies. I was distracted so I put the radio on a frequency with no sound so as I didn't hear static. I didn't want to turn the radio off as that would have reset the radio back to the first station I was on.

Suddenly about two minutes later, the radio jumped to life with a female voice with an English accent speaking random numbers in a very steady clear voice. It was as if she was talking to me!

I didn't know what to think! Aliens were the first things I thought of!

Needless to say I nearly crapped myself and quickly turned the radio off.

Radio 4 maritime forecast

CaraMay · 24-02-2013 10:49AM

My sibling died a while back. They had just been travelling and was only home 2 days when they died suddenly. they had not been back to my parents house since they came back from the trip. After I got the call to say they had died I went to my parents house and as I was entering the house, at 7 am, I noticed a coin on the mat outside the front door and it was a local coin from the place my sibling had travelled to... It's quite a remote country so no one else would have had those coins floating around.

Same night the guards had called to my parents to break the news to them. Mam walked in shock into my siblings room and as she turned on the main light the bulb blew...

All crazy but 100% true.

Devi · 24-02-2013 10:55AM

Had a few weird experiences over the years. I used to get that sleep paralysis a lot, lying in bed one time and turned around to see this old granny staring straight at me and I couldn’t even let out a scream, just paralysed. Used to get it about 3 times a week as a teenager, got so bad that my mam thought I was on drugs lol.

Lived in a large house in Kilcock with my girlfriend and newborn son about 6 years ago, I decided to sleep in the spare room one night as the baby was crying a lot and I was up early for work, after what felt about 5 minutes I got it again, the first time in years a real menacing one too, I just ran back to my room. The next night the girlfriends mother stays and sleeps in the exact same room and gets the exact same experience only she seen her recently deceased dad. There was something off with that house, used be lying in bed and you would get the feeling like somebody was pulling the blankets off you. Heard after we moved that the house was rented out to a group of polish workers and one of them died of an overdose in the same room I and the mother in law had the sleep paralysis.

When I was about 10, I was having a sleep over in my sister’s house, my nephew and niece were a year or two younger than me. They slept in the backroom and I was in the front room. A neighbour and close friend of my sister was in a car accident that night. He was a taxi man, was hit by a drunk driver and was not expected to pull through. My sister was at the hospital comforting his wife. The brother in law was downstairs having a whisky in anticipation of the bad news. Next thing we heard this unmerciful wailing, three big shrieks that sounded like it was going through the whole house, never heard anything like it. It sounded exactly like you would imagine a banshee to sound. The three of us jumped out of bed straight away, met on the landing and asked each other “did you hear that”, pegged it down the stairs nearly tramping over each other. The neighbour passed away about an hour later, really makes you think if there is such a thing as a banshee, funny enough his surname was old Irish name.

My dad passed away very suddenly of a heart attack about 4 years ago but in the days leading up to his death there was a few strange occurrences. A couple of weeks before his death my sister saw a large black figure standing in the doorway of my dad’s house, it disappeared after a few seconds but it scared the **** out of her. Same sister the night before he died woke up in the middle of the night with an unmerciful pain in her chest and had what sounds like a panic attack. My cousin had a dream the night before dad died that a big tall man in dark clothes knocked on her door looking for my dad, she told him, no he doesn’t live here to which the man replied, I’ve come to get him, it’s his time.

The day he died my girlfriend took a very weird turn, she couldn’t stand, vomited and could barely get to the phone to call me. I came home from work and on the way home got a call from my mam that my dad didn’t feel well and the doctor sent him to the hospital to get checked but he sounded ok to me. I told my mam about my girlfriend and that I had to look after my son but as soon as I got a babysitter I would be down to visit him in hospital. Couldn’t get a babysitter that day but rang me dad and he sounded grand so I said,look ill be down to visit you tomorrow after work, and he yea said grand, then I jokingly said well you better not die on me because I’m after getting you your Christmas present lol(it was just before christmas). Didn’t realise how serious it was, got a phone call about 2 that night to say he had a massive heart attack and died. One of my biggest regrets in my life was not going to see him that day. At his funeral my mam said she heard him call her name as she was getting into the funeral car. I don’t know if there is such a thing as life after death, spirits etc but I do think that when a family is very close as mine was, that you can sense when a death of a family member is coming you just don’t know how to interpret that sense.

Vojera · 24-02-2013 11:47AM

I said nothing creepy had ever happened to me, but now that I think about it I realise I was wrong.

When I was fourteen I tried to commit suicide. My father had died unexpectedly the year before, and that, combined with general teenage angst led to me self-harming and making that mistake. I was sent to the teenage ward in St John of God's for a few weeks afterwards. I'd been there for about two weeks when that big big nurses strike happened (think it was 1999). Our ward closed for the duration of the strike and most of the other kids were temporarily discharged on the condition that they returned once the strike was over. Myself and one other girl weren't allowed to go home (she was suffering from schizophrenia), so we were made share a room in the adult acute ward upstairs.

That was one of the freakiest weeks of my life. My roommate hated me because she had some delusion that I was sending vibes at her (which she really couldn't help, but having someone glare at you constantly and mutter things at you isn't pleasant), but it was easier to stay in the room with her than go out to the common area of the ward, because as a child it was really frightening to see all these adults (who obviously were severe enough to be on the acute ward and not able to be discharged) talking to themselves, behaving quite weirdly and sometimes being violent.

I remember waking up one night thinking there was someone in the room. At first I didn't think much of it because the nurses did hourly checks, so I dozed off again. I woke up again a while after to find an adult patient sitting on my bed. You can imagine how frightened I was, having seen how a lot of these patients had been acting, and she turned to me and told me not to be frightened, that she was only helping my roommate to dream properly and how she thought she (my roommate) was beautiful. I was completely frozen in fear until the nurses realised she wasn't in her bed and came looking for her. That memory had stayed with me since and really made me wonder if the medical team had fully considered our safety in putting us on that ward when there were other non-acute wards in the hospital.

Another story: a few years ago I was waiting on a train in Connolly out on platform 6/7. It was about twenty to nine in the morning, so pretty busy with commuters and, so I thought, pretty safe. I was leaning against a pillar reading a book when a dart pulled in and a swarm of people got off. I paid no heed as I was waiting on the Maynooth train, and kept reading. All of a sudden a man grabbed me by the throat, completely out if nowhere! Nearly as soon as he grabbed me he had let go again, and the laugh as he walked away stayed with me for months. He didn't hurt me, but I was really freaked out that something like that could happen with so many people around. No one else reacted and he disappeared into the crowd so I didn't even get a good look at his face.

Acciaccatura · 24-02-2013 12:21PM

When I was around 9 or 10, we used to make regular family shopping trips to the Pavilions in Swords, which I always enjoyed (at least until I got tired). One time my parents were in Dunnes, they had had to go back in and get more groceries they had forgotten, or something. Anyway, I was left waiting outside with my brother, who was 5 or 6, and my sister, who was then only about 3 months , if even, and in her carry-tot. We were grand, little bit bored, but I kept an eye on the two of them for the few minutes my parents were in the shop. Suddenly this middle-aged woman comes walking in our direction, and she had her gaze fixed on my sister's carry-tot, and suddenly she turned the other direction sharpish, as if she had only noticed that I was with her. A few minutes later she came up to us again, and this time she spoke to us, telling myself and my brother to leave the baby there with her while we went into the shop and found our parents. I said no, it's fine, our parents would be out in a few minutes, we're fine waiting. She kept trying to convince us to leave my baby sister with her. Eventually she walked away, but kept glancing in our direction, more specifically, at my sister, from a distance. It was only when I recounted the story to my mam last year that she was freaked out by it.

Maybe my nine/ten-year-old memory has exaggerated the situation to be scary, when really the woman was just concerned about us, but none of us were making any fuss waiting, and I'm still convinced she wanted to take my sister, because it would have been so easy to kidnap a baby at that young an age.

steffifandler · 24-02-2013 12:53PM

A fist once came out the curtains at me - the curtains were wrapped tightly round the fist - you could see the outline of the knuckles....that was terrifying...

steffifandler · 24-02-2013 12:55PM

Acciaccatura wrote: »

When I was around 9 or 10, we used to make regular family shopping trips to the Pavilions in Swords, which I always enjoyed (at least until I got tired). One time my parents were in Dunnes, they had had to go back in and get more groceries they had forgotten, or something. Anyway, I was left waiting outside with my brother, who was 5 or 6, and my sister, who was then only about 3 months , if even, and in her carry-tot. We were grand, little bit bored, but I kept an eye on the two of them for the few minutes my parents were in the shop. Suddenly this middle-aged woman comes walking in our direction, and she had her gaze fixed on my sister's carry-tot, and suddenly she turned the other direction sharpish, as if she had only noticed that I was with her. A few minutes later she came up to us again, and this time she spoke to us, telling myself and my brother to leave the baby there with her while we went into the shop and found our parents. I said no, it's fine, our parents would be out in a few minutes, we're fine waiting. She kept trying to convince us to leave my baby sister with her. Eventually she walked away, but kept glancing in our direction, more specifically, at my sister, from a distance. It was only when I recounted the story to my mam last year that she was freaked out by it.

Maybe my nine/ten-year-old memory has exaggerated the situation to be scary, when really the woman was just concerned about us, but none of us were making any fuss waiting, and I'm still convinced she wanted to take my sister, because it would have been so easy to kidnap a baby at that young an age.

Thats really creepy actually!

Cunning Stunt · 24-02-2013 01:19PM

Devi wrote: »

Had a few weird experiences over the years. I used to get that sleep paralysis a lot, lying in bed one time and turned around to see this old granny staring straight at me and I couldn’t even let out a scream, just paralysed. Used to get it about 3 times a week as a teenager, got so bad that my mam thought I was on drugs lol.

That's mad - I had the exact same experience years ago!
I was sharing a room with my sister, and we had been chatting a bit and we had just stopped talking and were settling down to sleep. I don't know what made me open my eyes, but I could see that there was something right in front of my bed. I remember so clearly - It took a few secs for my eyes to adjust to the dark and then to my terror I could see it was an old woman - I could see she was kind of crouched down to peer in at me in my bed. Her face was right there in front of my face. I will never forget it.
I closed my eyes and I shouted for my sister. When she responded from the other side of the room, I braved it to open my eyes again and the thing was gone.

Devi · 24-02-2013 04:26PM

Cunning Stunt wrote: »

That's mad - I had the exact same experience years ago!
I was sharing a room with my sister, and we had been chatting a bit and we had just stopped talking and were settling down to sleep. I don't know what made me open my eyes, but I could see that there was something right in front of my bed. I remember so clearly - It took a few secs for my eyes to adjust to the dark and then to my terror I could see it was an old woman - I could see she was kind of crouched down to peer in at me in my bed. Her face was right there in front of my face. I will never forget it.
I closed my eyes and I shouted for my sister. When she responded from the other side of the room, I braved it to open my eyes again and the thing was gone.

It’s actually very common to see an old lady. The slang name for sleep paralysis is “The Old Hag”. I’ve had loads of different hallucinations during sleep paralysis, aliens, ghosts but mainly demons, used to scare the bejasus out of me but now that I’m older I realise it’s just a dream just tell them to ef off and go asleep. Sometimes during sleep paralysis it can switch to a lucid dream which are really cool but very rare, maybe only had one, two or three times.

COYVB · 24-02-2013 04:49PM

xxxJennyxxx wrote: »

And products being moved around, that sticky feet incident didn't sound like any electrical fault I've heard of. I would say it though about a fault if even just for our safety in the shop, hate to be electrocuted turning on a light switch :rolleyes:

There's definitely something up with that shop though, is a very unnerving place to be on your own.

There are certain frequencies that, if heard for a prolonged enough period, will creep the absolute crap out of you and get your imagination running wild. They're often used in cheap scare horror movies. You can do fascinating things with essentially inaudible sound

Cunning Stunt · 24-02-2013 04:51PM

Devi wrote: »

It’s actually very common to see an old lady. The slang name for sleep paralysis is “The Old Hag”. I’ve had loads of different hallucinations during sleep paralysis, aliens, ghosts but mainly demons, used to scare the bejasus out of me but now that I’m older I realise it’s just a dream just tell them to ef off and go asleep. Sometimes during sleep paralysis it can switch to a lucid dream which are really cool but very rare, maybe only had one, two or three times.

Yeah I have had sleep paralysis a good few times in my life - hate it - but the thing that made the 'old hag' experience different for me is that there was no paralysis. I could move and I could call out to my sister, which is not something I have not been able to do at all under sleep paralysis.

Dejvice · 24-02-2013 06:59PM

Don't know if I should open this.

In 1997 I was in Vietnam....was going from Hanoi to Sa pa. This region has it's own traditions etc (something like a country within country). Anyway I was abit off the beaten track and came upon a sitution on the road an old couple (it is hard to tell how old they were, could have been 70 could have been in 80, in that region they can look young and still be old). Anyway she seemed to be out of breath and really not doing so well nor looking well. In such situations what can you do? Can't just walk by, don't know the language to ask what is wrong. Figured they could not be far from their house. Anyway I stopped, gestured in helpful way....as much as I could. After about 15mins waiting with them she was ready to walk with assistance, but very very slowly. I was unsure what to do....so we stopped I drew a stick diagram on the dirth path a man carrying another person. I had to take a risk the old man could hardly carry my heavy ruck sack, I could hardly carry the ruck sack and old lady - so I had to stash it in some bushes (took passport and other items). Anayway after about 30 mins or so we get to where the old couple live.....about 5 or 6 houses in a group from what I could make out. Other old couples came out I left them to get my ruck sack and the old man was gesturing with his arm....which looked like come back. Anyway after getting my ruck sack and making my way back ......all in all about 45 mins. The inhabitants of the houses seemed to be old but like the the old couple you could not tell how old. Surprisingly the old lady whom I had carried was up and about, which was really astonishing. They fed me, gave me a room etc. Slept there the night. That night I slept slept very well.......I put it down to the heat,carrying the lady etc. Left the next morning before noon, took photos etc. Walked to the next village and was lucky to rent a guy with a moped to get me to a town that had a bus service. Anyway during the day I could feel an itch on my wrist, when you get bitten by a mosquito that type of itch, something that feel there and figure or know it will go away if you ignore it. As the day progressed in to night I was more concerned as the itch had developed into a small blue mark...I figured it was because of my scratching etc and then started to think that maybe it was a splinter of wood that was stuck in my wrist. I finally got back to Hanoi about 3 days later and had a doctor check it, it was only only a blue mark no longer itching, just a small blue mark......nevertheless better safe than sorry. Doctor checked it, I figured it a splinter, after about 10 mins of looking and squeezing etc...he took out a magnifying glass and low and behold were 4 very small numbers on my wrist, they are still on my wrist as small blue mark, but under a maginfying glass you can clearly see 4 numbers......2 odd numbers and 2 even numbers.

Three things.
Since 1997 these 4 digits have influenced my life in a very positive way, possibly more than I deserve in good fortune. And in all these positive situations / good fortune these four digits have been involved. I don't mean to say that lotto numbers are on my wrist.
I don't know how the 4 numbers got there and can only connect it with that day in Vietnam - that is when it started
In 2003 I was back in Vietnam etc retraced steps as much as I could and was sure I was in the right place - no houses, no old pairs, nothing.

Strange things happen.

Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

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