Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

HotMama89 my friend met a fella who *from the night they met* pushed her to let him go home with her & meet her children.She gave him a trial as a date for a few months but he proved to be odd as two left feet. Needless to say he wasn't allowed near her family. Always trust your instincts.

Heard a good one on radio earlier. It’s already well known that the old Cork Gaol is haunted to fcuk. I saw something there myself a few years ago. Anyway the story goes when the place was being done up years ago the electricians were in to rewire the place. One of the lads was on the first floor pulling cables through walls. The cables jammed up and then suddenly they were pushed on towards him. He went down stairs after to thank whoever helped him out. The other lads didn’t know what he was on about as he had been the only one on the first floor.

A very helpful ghost indeed.

The evening of my grannys funeral we were gathered back at my parents house, 5 adults sitting around the sitting room and out of nowhere one of my grannys knitting needles which were behind a clock on the mantle piece "flew" off the mantle and into the middle of the floor.
No one had been within 5foot of the fireplace and the fire wasnt lit.

About 6 months later my sister went to see a medium and she said about the knitting needles moving being a sign from granny

evil_seed wrote: »

Did the medium bring it up or did your sister ask the medium what it meant?

Medium said it. Sister didnt say anything about granny at all

Kind of a stupid one but years ago when I was in second year in school me and my friend decided to go on the mitch for the day, as we didnt want to get caught we went wandering through fields and derelict areas in town, my friend told me about this old big derelict industrial building that she'd heard of and wanted to find, we knew the general area of where it was as it was a known place in town as its part of the town history but not easy to get to, we basically had to climb through hedges, nettles and thorny bushes. It was in town but very isolated and took a bit of a trek to get to,
When we got there it was really just the frame standing, no roof, no floors or walls inside, it was mostly a large broken wall structure and nothing but rubble, blocks and burnt wood on the ground but the top stories of it where surrounded by over grown banks with thorny bushes and trees like a woods.
At these banks where the walls of the structure with high up windows looking down into the inside of the buildings structure, no glass on them just big rectangle holes in the stone walls.
This is where we decided to hang out for the day, the empty window spaces gave us a decent spot to sit and we could graffiti the stone walls with tip-ex and permanent markers.
We were having a great time, smoking cigarettes and having the craic, we'd been sitting on the window ledge for ages, never saw or heard anybody. I then turned and looked at the window down into the structure and saw a man standing completely still, he was standing side ways and was far away from me, I was looking down on him so I couldnt see his face but I remember him wearing a grey tracksuit, he was facing a wall near one of the empty windows at the bottom but standing a good few feet away from it, what struck me was how still he was, he looked like a cardboard cutout or something as there was no movement from him at all, he stayed that way for ages.
I turned to my friend to tell her that someones down there but as soon as I looked back around he was gone.

I found it very strange as he was on his own on this isolated derelict building and stood staring at a wall, so still for so long, his odd behavior freaked me out.

Mad how some people behave when they dont realise they can be seen.

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A bit early but has anyone got any Christmas related weird stories?

saabsaab wrote: »

Gone quiet here.


A bit early but has anyone got any Christmas related weird stories?

Can't recall how I was told this, possibly a friend talking about his neighbour.
He heard noise downstairs on Xmas morning just before 4am. He thought it was the kids sneaking down to the toys early.

Went out and saw his son on the landing saying "Santa is here". Knew something was up so ran down to the room to be confronted by a guy helping himself to the presents. They had a bit of a fight where the guy broke free and tried to run out the front door. The fella tackled him in the garden and beat the absolute shíte out of him.
Gardaí were called, turns out it was the 3rd house he'd hit in the estate, van was loaded with stuff and tvs from the houses too.

I've just come across this thread and thought I'd share my story. Not Christmas related but here it is anyway!

In 2005 I was 26 & took a year out to go traveling for a year,. doing the usual route at the time, started off in California, went west to the Cook Islands and Fiji, 6 weeks in NZ.

I settled in Sydney / Australia for about 9 months.

It was at the time that most of my friends who I had grown up with were doing the same thing.

The night before I left Ireland I can remember it vividly. It was a Friday and I went to see U2 in Croke Park. I was planning an all nighter as my flight was early the next morning.
After Croke Park I went to my local night club and had a good night with my mates before I set off for my travels.

One of my friends who had a full time job and girlfriend plus didn't have the urge to travel stayed at home in Ireland. In the night club he was so clingy ,,, He was constantly saying "Dont forget me,, will you" "Look at me" putting his arm around me hugging ect. I remember saying "Jezz man, I'm not emigrating I'll be back in a few months".

Over the year away I'd mention it to my friends who were traveling with me, that it was really strange behavior as he was never that person who'd be overly affectionate as mates.

Anyway - fast forward nearly a year later. I was on my return leg of the trip and in Thailand. It was before smart phones and I came back from day way and there was a text from my Dad to say the same friend who was clingy in the niteclub, "Was in a car crash, he's in hospital, but all is okay!"

I cant remember if I rang home then but I was reassured that there was nothing too serious.

A night or so later, I had a dream, the same friend was in it, but it wasn't how I remembered him, he seemed a bit fatter. In the dream we were standing at a corner of our national school. The same corner that when we were 12, we both collided while running around opposite sides. He broke his nose off my cheek bone, that left him with a prominent crooked nose. So this was a significant spot for the two of us, that literary marked him for life.

In the dream, he had a big smile on his face and was telling me, & reassuring me that everything is fine, he's happy, and everything will be okay. We had a conversation, I remember saying to him "Wow, you gave me a big scare with the accident. I can remember him laughing & saying, yes, but he's fine now!

The next morning, I woke up a bit freaked that the dream had been so vivid, but thought obviously the accident was playing on my mind.
I went straight to the hostel / hotel reception and rang home,,,, it would have been early in Thailand so it must have in the middle of the night back home. My father answered the phone, and said "Son, I've bad news, xxxx has passed away"" .

Obviously I was devastated - balling my eyes out in the hotel reception. Cant remember time lines exactly, but started to try and arrange traveling home for the funeral.

I arrived back in the evening of the funeral. So missed the burial, wake ect. That night in the pub, people who were at the funeral were still there. I was upset and said that I really wanted to get back in time to see him. When I said this, the person. said, "Na, you wouldnt have recognised him, he was bloated from the drugs in the hospital". It was strange that when he appeared in my dream he was "fatter" than I had remembered.

The clingy ness of my last time with him & the apparition the night he died was a bit much for coincidence.


Anyway there it is!!

When my Dad was dying and a bit away with the fairies he said he was dreaming that he was in a coffin and all his relatives were around him!

sunbeam wrote: »

In my early twenties I had recurring dreams of coffins appearing in the house for about a year. There was someone laid out in them, but I was always too scared to look. When I told my dad he was very freaked out and said that as a young man he had the exact same dreams, down to very specific details.

The dreams stopped immediately after my dad was diagnosed with terminal cancer. We waked him in the house.

During the same year, I also had recurring dreams that my dad was being taken way from us by a group of unknown assailants. I guess at some subconscious level I knew he was sick.

At the time I was in college and seeing the student counsellor for an unrelated very stressful matter. Shortly before he was diagnosed I remember blurting out to her how hard I was finding things now that my dad was so gravely ill. But none of us knew that then, we thought he just had a mild chest infection. I was actually very confused about why I had said it.

My dad died from lung cancer. He had given up smoking two decades before, but occasionally had a rare cigarette, if offered. When I would see him doing this in the years before his diagnosis, my blood would run cold. I've never experienced a feeling like it before that or since.

Its so weird, I know that feeling, you just know an event or particular situation is about to happen, its happened to me a few times and every time its been spot on and I wasn't surprised because I knew like it was a fact that it was going to happen.