Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

vertico · 08-05-2013 07:42PM

tacofries wrote: »

Mind your own ****ing business.

What? No balls

BobbyPropane · 08-05-2013 08:04PM

Have only a short story to tell. When i was about 12 years old myself and my friend were at one of my mom's friends house. She lives in the country and about 200 metres behind her house there is a train track Ennis/Limerick. It was about 9 O'Clock and we were in the garden just messing around. Anyway a train came along and we were just watching it go by when I swear we saw a white figure glowing jump off the train and then back on. This happened in the space of 20 seconds but it stood in the field for about 10 of these just staring at us. It has been the only supernatural thing I can recall in my life so far.

Ann22 · 09-05-2013 01:00AM

armaghbhoy wrote: »

I don't know if I would say these were ghosts to be honest. Theres not many things that can scare me and ghosts are one of them. One thing I can say is they are definatley not human. What their intentions are I have no idea, but definatley don't want to find out. Lol

Heres another similiar story for anyone interested

http://from-the-shadows.blogspot.co.uk/2011/08/black-eyed-kid-encounter-in-ireland.html

:eek::eek::eek:

Ficheall · 09-05-2013 01:54AM

positron wrote: »

I have two stories from a good friend of mine in India.

What was the second story?

Seedy Arling · 09-05-2013 02:34AM

Ficheall wrote: »

What was the second story?

Thats the freaky thing about it. There IS no second story. :eek:

positron · 09-05-2013 08:39AM

Ficheall wrote: »

What was the second story?

Sorry, I had to run out the door. Second story from the same guy is like this and that happened in 1995 or so.

There was this middle aged couple who lived in the nearby town. The husband works at the local bank, and the wife is a school teacher. She gets home first, and the husband gets around seven in the evening. They had no children despite trying for years and they were very depressed about that. They slowly accepted life as it is and fell into this very stable but mundane routine of work/home/work/home. In the evening when the husband gets home, he would ring the door bell, wife would let him in, husband goes up the stairs to change, wife goes to the kitchen and makes him a cup of tea and brings it up to the bedroom to him. This was their regular routine for years.

One evening, door bell rings, she lets him in, he goes up the stairs and the wife makes tea and brings it upstairs - only to find him lying on the bed motionless - tragically the husband had taken a massive heart attack and the poor wife was broken to say the least.

My friend, this older gent was one of the first people she called as they were close friends. As you would expect family and friends gather and proper ceremonies goes and the husband gets cremated (as we do in India). After a few days of staying with her own parents, the wife returns to their own home - life must go on and all that.

That evening, minutes after seven my friend gets a phone call from this woman, frantic and inconsolable. She said she could hear her husband! My friend put this down to mental trauma, after all she is just after losing her lover and partner of many decades, this is not beyond the realm of possibility. So my friend and another family friend, with their significant others called over next afternoon to console her and to give her some support. She asked them to stay till seven. And as they all sit in the living room watching the clock, exactly at seven the door bell rings. No one dares make a move at that stage. Then they hear foot steps going up the stairs followed by foot steps upstairs.

The poor widow breaks down in tears again. My friend said he had hairs standing up in the back of his neck, some people in the room praying etc some sobbing almost everyone totally pale from fear. Everyone, including the widow, left the house that evening never to return and the house was put up for sale soon after.

shoos · 09-05-2013 09:02PM

I full on believe in ghosts now.

What the hell has this thread done to me?

cuana · 10-05-2013 11:17PM

I enjoyed reading this thread! I've had many strange experiences but some stick out in memory more then most

After finishing work late one night while driving I could sense that someone was sitting beside me. I tried to shake it off until this overwhelming smell of tobacco fills the car so much so I rolled down the window it didn't help! It got so bad I decided to pull the car over. I really felt the need to vomit as I pulled into the side of the road a car comes speeding across the road over onto my side of the road narrowly missing me, the smell of tobacco just disappeared! (my mother is convinced its my grandfather who smoked piped tobacco who passed away when I was just six months old)

One day while out having a meal with my then BF we got up to leave and I said to my BF "where did the old man go?" he looked at me strangely and says there was nobody there! I didn't believe him and went in search of this man nobody there....

porsche959 · 11-05-2013 01:05AM

Chabals Beard wrote: »

http://en.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/1d2v7i/parents_of_reddit_what_is_the_creepiest_thing/

From the link:

573 points 15 days ago:

While changing my daughter in front of the open closet door. She kept looking around me and laughing. I asked her what was so funny. She said, "the man." To which I replied, "what man?" She then pointed at the closet and said, "the man with the snake neck." I turn around and nothing was there. I'm afraid to look into the history of my house to see if anyone hung themselves in the closet. At least she wasn't scared.

ok, now I'm freaked. I wasn't before but now I am.

DainBramage · 11-05-2013 02:59AM

Qualitymark wrote: »

In Ireland it's called the Hungry Grass; you get trapped in a field, can't find your way out (there were about 16 or so posts relating stories of this in the first 40 pages of this thread). It is variously blamed on the Good People, there being a lios or ancient hawthorn tree in the field, there having been a slaughter by Cromwell or another of our earlier tourists, or - most commonly in the last century - on the 1845-50 Famine; either it was a mass grave of Famine dead, or a number of people had starved to death in that field.

Anyway, as described by the various posters is what is supposed to happen: you go in, can't find the gate, and start going around and around the wall, with a growing and terrible hunger raging in you that can't be satisfied, and if you're lucky someone sees you when daylight comes, still circling the field, glassy-eyed and in a fugue. It's been known to kill.

I have heard of 'the hungry grass'. an elderly family friend told me of experiencing this while hiking near the Sally Gap years ago. Suddenly experienced a massive hunger and fatigue and was convinced he was at deaths door. It eventually subsided. apparently the phenomenon was known to locals, there are many famine graves in the area

cuana · 12-05-2013 06:00PM

oh another story!

While with a friend with met up with her cousin who had a story which did freak me out a tad bit but also oddly comforting.

Her niece had passed away after an illness. At some point prior to her passing she drew a picture. In the picture were her parents & in her mothers arms she was holding a baby. Her mother asked who the baby was, she told her mother that it is my baby sister that was in her belly & also named her, at the time her mother didn't read much into it.

While going through her things shortly after her passing her mother discovered the photo prompting the memory, it turns out at the time she was pregnant and went on to have a girl who they named as mentioned by her sister.

It gave me the shivers the girl that had drawn the picture at the time but hadn't included herself in the picture perhaps knowing she wouldn't be around.

Duff · 20-05-2013 01:24AM

MOAR!

Apanachi · 31-05-2013 11:47AM

MarkY91 wrote: »

waking up to a howling cat and not knowing what it was until you work up the courage to look out your window

Waking up to a howling cat and thinking it's a baby crying outside your window, but being too afraid to look out your window while at the same time being to scared not just in case it IS a baby and has been dumped outside your door and if you leave it there you're afraid it'll be dead the mext morning cos you were a big chicken

Janedoe10 · 31-05-2013 08:24PM

Adding another story to this thread keeping it alive ..
My mam told me this story .. She has a brill memory and loves talking of olden times , when I was young it was boring now I cherish these yarns.

My granny lived down in the wilds of Kerry , back then and still is funerals in the country were v important to the community and it showed respect to the family to represent your house hold at them .
It was summer time so she decided to go to bed early so she could set off early the next day ..
Next thing she remembers is the cock crowing so she busies herself and off she goes down the road on the bike .
About 15 mins into the journey and she says to herself am I mad . Going so early she assumed it was about 5 or 6 am . No sooner she thinks that she hears a whispering inside the ditch . She could not make out what was been said or see any one or thing but it sounded like there were many people whispering at the same time .
She been religious started praying ..
She was gone too far to turn back and there was no houses she could call into nearby but by all accounts she was shi**ing it . ( well she probably had her own saying for this )
She doesn't know how long this whispering continued for but the sound kept with Her all while she continued on with her journey . She kept praying and I guess it gave her comfort .
She must have neared a house because this time she heard a cock crow . No sooner did he start the whispering stopped ...turns out it was about 6:30 and she was nearing her cousins house and must have travelled about 15 miles so would have to have left well after 2 in the morning ....!

In later years when she recalled this , she accepted that the whispering was some souls that were accompanying her on her journey and meant her no harm ...

I would have shuddered if I ever had to re live that journey . So what did she hear the first time ....?

The_Kew_Tour · 01-06-2013 10:09PM

Great stories here.

But if im honest I fail to believe many of them.

I have stayed in some apparently haunted places and slept just find.

All in the head.:)

Da Shins Kelly · 01-06-2013 11:33PM

The_Kew_Tour wrote: »

Great stories here.

But if im honest I fail to believe many of them.

I have stayed in some apparently haunted places and slept just find.

All in the head.:)

I haven't gotten the impression that many here are 100% convinced of what they saw or experienced. They're just as perplexed as anyone else. And even if it is all in the head, it doesn't make it any less unnerving. Might make it a bit more unnerving in some cases.

Canard · 01-06-2013 11:49PM

Okay, this isn't my story - it's my friend's story but she hasn't posted it and I don't think she'll ever get around to it :P But it's too good not to share!

A girl who lives near her was walking home through a park pretty late at night as a shortcut. It's around Rathfarnham, and apparently it's quite eerie because of the surroundings, a lot of trees and bushes etc so you might hear rustling and the trees would make it a bit darker, that kind of thing.

She was coming a bit closer to the gate out but there was a taxi just sitting there not moving and the driver was watching her. He drove slowly up the path to where she was and beckoned her over. This in itself would have had me creeped out, but when she went over, just imagine this:

"Get in the taxi, there's a man with a knife following you." :eek::eek: Do you believe him or not?!

She got in anyway. Then the driver turned off the lights on the car and drove off slowly in the direction of the mountains...and then he pointed, and there was a man in a tree with a knife.

Definitely not a decision I ever want to have to make in my life.

2cool4school · 02-06-2013 12:32AM

i wouldnt be to supersticious but something creepy happened to me two weeks ago that i can not explain at all

i was up late on a friday night working on a piece of writing so just typing no music or tv on. i heard a thump sound like a person banging once on my back door and then a muffled voice so immediatly i was freaked and concerned. no one else was in the house and i live in a pretty quite country village.

so i went to the kitchen door and listened (the kitchen light was off so anyone outside wouldnt have seen me). i could still hear the muffled voice but couldnt make out the words. i put on the light and the voice stopped so i ran to the back door and pulled it open. there was no one there but there was animal bones lying round the back door step still with bits of meat on them. i nearly got sick with the smell and slamed the door again. i was sweting and shaking now and i called my friend who lives a few doors down. He sounded sceptical but said hed come right over.

he arrived with a big torch and we went back to the door step. when we inspectored the scene again you could see that the bones and flesh had been cut not torn by an animal. a person had cut the animal up and cut a lot of the meat from the bones. i felt so sick it was nawseating. it looked like the animal had been a rabbit or a hare.

this hapened quiet recently and i am still very freaked out by it because why would somebody do this outside my house and in a way that they wanted me to know about it straight away? i think they were watching my reaction when i saw the bones and called my friend and i dont know who would do this in the area i live in. now i dont want to be there at night alone.

Zillah · 02-06-2013 12:49AM

2cool4school wrote: »

i wouldnt be to supersticious but something creepy happened to me two weeks ago that i can not explain at all

i was up late on a friday night working on a piece of writing so just typing no music or tv on. i heard a thump sound like a person banging once on my back door and then a muffled voice so immediatly i was freaked and concerned. no one else was in the house and i live in a pretty quite country village.

so i went to the kitchen door and listened (the kitchen light was off so anyone outside wouldnt have seen me). i could still hear the muffled voice but couldnt make out the words. i put on the light and the voice stopped so i ran to the back door and pulled it open. there was no one there but there was animal bones lying round the back door step still with bits of meat on them. i nearly got sick with the smell and slamed the door again. i was sweting and shaking now and i called my friend who lives a few doors down. He sounded sceptical but said hed come right over.

he arrived with a big torch and we went back to the door step. when we inspectored the scene again you could see that the bones and flesh had been cut not torn by an animal. a person had cut the animal up and cut a lot of the meat from the bones. i felt so sick it was nawseating. it looked like the animal had been a rabbit or a hare.

this hapened quiet recently and i am still very freaked out by it because why would somebody do this outside my house and in a way that they wanted me to know about it straight away? i think they were watching my reaction when i saw the bones and called my friend and i dont know who would do this in the area i live in. now i dont want to be there at night alone.

Can I suggest you not open the door the next time you hear a creepy weirdo doing stuff out there?

2cool4school · 02-06-2013 01:34AM

Zillah wrote: »

Can I suggest you not open the door the next time you hear a creepy weirdo doing stuff out there?

noted

Da Shins Kelly · 02-06-2013 01:50AM

That animal bones story is very weird. Definitely some creep trying to freak you out, I'd say.

MrPoker · 02-06-2013 02:28AM

Ive had a couple of things happen that creeped me out.

My uncle passed away about 6 years ago after taking his own life. Anyway we were all in my uncles favourite pub the night of his funeral mass and the day before his burial. Myself and the rest of my cousins were playing pool and darts while my mother, aunties and uncles were sitting over in the corner of the pub chatting. Anyway i walked over to where they were seated and they all went very quiet as if there was something they didnt want me to hear.

Me being the eldest granchild one of my uncles pulled me and another cousin to the side and asked us if we heard anything or did anything happen to us the night before? I was like whats he talking about? Now my uncle is a well educated very rational thinking man but he seemed genuinely freaked. The family were a having a wake for my uncle in my grannys house where he lived which is in a very remote part of the west of Ireland when there was a knock on the door. One of my uncles answered the door and there was nobody there and took a look outside and around the gable and nobody was there. Now everybody inside had heard the knock clearly. A few minutes later there was another knock and again nobody there but this time when my aunties husband went to take a look there was a clear screaming noise coming from the barn area. He called my aunt and uncle out and they could hear it clearly much like a cry for help. It was a real penatrating cry that eveybody in the house heard and when they as a group went to investigate it in the area it just stopped. My mother wont talk about it to this day but im told they prayed for his soul for a while that night

Anyway after my uncle told me of this and some other weird stuff that had happened I went back to playing pool with the younger cousins. I set up the balls and as I went to break the lights in the pub flickered. I have shivers down my spine as I type this. Ill never forget as my younest brother pointed at the black ball and it was vibrating in the middle of the pack. So weird and unexplainable.

A few years later my auntie died and me, mam and my brothers returned home after a 3 hr drive from the west.We got a chipper on the way home and all went into the living room to eat. As soon as we all sat down a picture of Jesus and Mary that was over the mantlepiece just flew off it and landed on the sitting room floor. I wasn't looking as I had my head in my burger ha but it landed a fair distance from the mantlepiece. Its never happened before but the timing was weird.

Ihatecuddles-old · 02-06-2013 02:40AM

The last few stories creeped me out big time. I'm almost in tears...my apartment is so quiet and I'll never sleep

fussyonion · 03-06-2013 01:27AM

Had a great evening reading this thread, but will admit I felt a bit frightened after reading a few of them.

Decided to take a break from reading to go out for a cig (it's almost 1:30am now). Feeling like a wuss standing on my front step-it's pitch black out and I'm nervous 'cos I've been reading this thread all night.

So the last thing I needed was a big feckin fox to leap out from behind the wheelie bin and scamper down the driveway.

I emptied my bowels.

Rasheed · 03-06-2013 02:04AM

This kinda creeped me, just the pure luck of it. I was at college at the time and myself and 3 housemates stayed over the weekend in our apartment to celebrate one if the girls birthday.

Had a great night, went into Athlone town centre and many beverages were had. I hit up with a nice boy and we were walking behind the club for a bit of 'privacy'. The girls rang, they had gotten a taxi and were waiting for me. I sent them on, I said I'd walk home, it was about a 3km to our apartment.

Anyway whatever eeijiting I was at, I turned on my ankle badly out the back of the club. I was used of doing this, it was an old football injury, but this time it was really bad. I went looking for a taxi but realised I hadn't a cent left on me (the life of a student!). I knew I wouldn't make it home on the ankle so I asked your my new man friend to give me money for a taxi. The cheeky hoor took it as an invitation back for 'coffee' and I didn't correct him as I was such a bad way to get home!

Anyway, we got back to the apartment where he got a cup of tea and a cosy bed on the couch!

Next morning the town and local news were buzzing with the horrific news that a girl had been raped at a bridge in the town. It'd be a quiet darkish place over a rail line, kinda in between housing estates. The poor girl was attacked at exact time and place where I would have walked if I didn't turn on my ankle.

I don't know had I my guardian angel looking out for me or what but I never felt so grateful to have sprained my ankle because God knows what would have happened if I kept to my original plan of walking home alone.

Apanachi · 11-06-2013 10:13AM

Was at alone in my living room one night (hubby was upstaiers) and I heard a knock on the patio door, I thought it was my daughter coming home late and had forgotten her keys as usual (even though she had said she was staying with friends that night) So I got up and went to the door, no one there, so I didn't open it, a few minutes later, there was a knock on the door again, looked out, still no one there and the movemment sensor light on my neighbours house hadn't gone on, so I was kind of wondering who would be knocking on my door and running away (not many kids in the neighbourhood, that would be playing tricks - and most definitely not at that time of night, and even then they would have to pass by the light, which would have turned itself on - so I was kind of freaking it.

Anyway, just as my husband came down the stairs, there was a third knock, but still nobody outside, feeling a bit braver cos the hubby was there, I opened the door and took a look outside - there was a young fox playing* with the neighbours cat, and every now and then they would run past the dor knocking up against it

*and yes they were really playing, I had often seen the cat playing catch ith my dog, but never with a fox before!

I Heart Internet · 11-06-2013 11:50AM

Was told about this in the last few months by a neighbour sitting in my parents kitchen at home. The lady is a solid character - she would have babysat us when we were younger and never was one for fantasy or nonsense - just a plain-speaking woman.

Her bachelor brother - who was a bit of a black-sheep, dole, drink, ladies, etc - was in hostpital in Cork for a procedure on his heart. How it was every picked up by a doctor I don't know, given his lifestyle. She was at his bedside along with their younger sister when he began to wake up from his operation. After a little while he began to ask if he could see the priest again. The sisters knew he hadn't been awake so just played along nd told him he'd be back. But he grew more and more insistent as he got his strength back. He wanted to talk with the young capuchin priest who had spoken to him after the operation.

This went on and on in the next few days as he was on the mend back in the ward. He was very mild mannered but insisting on meeting the priest again. His sister approached the hospital chaplain - a middle aged man, a diocesan priest in a collar, who couldn't be mistaken for a capuchin monk - and asked if he had spoken to her brother. He said he had (that day and the morning before the operation). He said he knew that her brother was talking about the "other priest". The chaplain expalined that, being a city hospital there were a number of assistant chaplains from the various religious orders in the city who would be in and out but, in this day and age, they all carried ID and there were no chaplains on the staff, least of all capuchins younger than himself.

The morning that her brother was due to leave hospital he was in flying form and told her that "Brother Pio" had been in to see him the night before. He told her he'd spoken with him about their parents and the sister's late husband. He said that Brother Pio told him to tell her that Pascal (the lady's husband) is happy and that he's looking out for her. He said that Pascal wants her to enjoy her winnings.

Unsure about all this, and a little upset that her brother would make up such things, she tried to forget about it. But the day after she got a phone call to say she'd won €3.5K in the local GAA lotto.

Like I say - she is a solid lady. Her brother still loves a pint but is, all-in-all a much more positive and pleasant person to be around. I don't know what I think - but I believed what she was saying when she was telling us the story.

ivytwine · 11-06-2013 01:47PM

Apanachi wrote: »

*and yes they were really playing, I had often seen the cat playing catch ith my dog, but never with a fox before!

Aw it's nice to read a creepy story with such a cute conclusion!

Cunning Stunt · 11-06-2013 02:15PM

Rasheed wrote: »

Next morning the town and local news were buzzing with the horrific news that a girl had been raped at a bridge in the town. It'd be a quiet darkish place over a rail line, kinda in between housing estates. The poor girl was attacked at exact time and place where I would have walked if I didn't turn on my ankle.

My mother had a similar experience when she was a teenager. On a summers evening, she was on her bike heading into the village to meet friends. She had to cycle over a small humpback bridge - not a railway bridge - one over a small canal. Just when she got to the bridge, the whole thing started shaking violently - she can't describe it any other way. She was too afraid to continue and she turned her bike and cycled home again. A young girl was murdered under the bridge that day, and my mother (and her own mother) reckoned it would have been her, had she not have had that 'experience' and turned around.

Actually my mother has had a few close calls. When she was a child she was sent to get a jug of water from the well down the road from the house. She somehow managed to fall in head first and she would have been gone, were it not for a passing neighbour who pulled her out. If you knew the road the the well was on, and how remote it was - the chances of someone passing by at the right time were slim and nil.

Another time, she was walking home from the school, when a man stopped on a bike and asked her if she wanted a lift. my mother was always taught to say ''no, thanks, I just live in here'' and then head for the nearest house. Well she answered with that line and the man grinned and said ''I thought you'd say that'' then he grabbed her up onto his bike and took off with her. He was heading up the hill with her, when her screams brought a farmer out from his yard. He got up on his bike with pitchfork in hand and followed them up the hill. The man, seeing he was being followed, let my mother go and cycled off.

My mother was born with a 'caul' - a type of veil of skin over her face, and when the doctor handed her to my granny he said ''look after her, she'll be lucky'' and she certainly has been!

kylith · 11-06-2013 03:33PM

Cunning Stunt wrote: »

My mother was born with a 'caul' - a type of veil of skin over her face, and when the doctor handed her to my granny he said ''look after her, she'll be lucky'' and she certainly has been!

It's part of the amniotic sac, and is supposed to protect from drowning, which came in handy with that middle story there!

Sailors used to pay good money for cauls, for obvious, if superstitious, reasons.

Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

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