Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

dorado wrote: »

I hope this won't be too much to read, but this too has stayed with me.

In the late 90s, I was eighteen or nineteen years old. I was waitressing at a family restaurant on the outskirts of a big city.

Just a little background: I had been working there for a couple of years by that time. It was the sort of high quality establishment that had a bar attached, a big lobby, and so on; it could seat about one hundred people when full. Traditional food, full meals, and for the most part, traditional customers. On All-Ireland match days, we’d be mad busy, and it might get a bit rowdy and whatnot, but other than that it was a place you’d come to to have candles on the tables, starters, main course, dessert, coffee, wine, and generally stay a while.

One particular Saturday night, I was the only one serving meals at about 10 pm or so; the dining room was more or less empty so I wasn’t rushed off my feet. I did have a couple of supervisors working with me but they were not out on the floor serving/cleaning/seating people like I was.

I was wiping a table in one corner, and three people walked in. A couple, and who I guessed was their daughter, not much older than me. So maybe they were in their forties or fifties. Nicely dressed up for the evening. I stopped wiping, walked over, asked them if they wanted a smoking or non smoking table, seated them, put menus in front of them. As you do.

Went and fetched them a jug of water. Went back to my cleaning.

Soon the couple looked ready to order (they were making eye contact with me) and even though the girl had gone to the ladies’, I went over with my little notebook and pen. Scribbled down his order, her order. Everything was normal.

There was a pause.
I said, and I’ll never forget this, “do you want to wait for her to come back, or do you already know what she wants to order?”
I thought it was a perfectly reasonable thing to ask, but I got a puzzled look from both of them.

I think it was the man who asked me to repeat.
I did, and they brushed me off, “ah, no, no, it’s just us tonight.”
Now, the thing to do would have been to listen to them, and walk away into the kitchen and put their order through and forget it.

Instead, stubborn me stood there, wanting to be sure they understood what I was asking, to avoid confusion later.
I said something like, “is she not eating, then?” or similar.
“No, no, we’re by ourselves, thanks.”
And then I was getting annoyed that even if she didn’t want to eat, with them they could at least acknowledge my acknowledgment of her presence!
I said (and I was never, before or after, so brisk with a customer; in that place you could get into awful trouble for being cheeky) “okay then, but I was only asking about the person who was with you. That’s fine, though.”

Then they looked at me properly for the first time, and asked me what I was talking about.
So I said about the person who was with them when they came in, but at that point I took the order and went away, deciding not to spend an evening discussing it and looking silly or whatever. (Too late, I think!)

I spent the next ten minutes silently putting bread rolls on their table, wiping other tables, serving the few customers we had at other tables, and generally not engaging too much with the couple.

The daughter did not return so I shrugged it off. I had to.
Before I brought their meals out, they called me over. They were both looking a little bit troubled, and he was definitely pale now.

The woman was telling him not to tell me, just to leave it. But he insisted.
(Then as he was telling me, she cut in to tell the whole thing.)
Apparently, they regularly went out to a restaurant every Saturday night and since their daughter was born, she had always been with them.
This night, for the first ever, she was out with friends instead, and they were missing her terribly.
They said that: “we’re missing her a lot tonight.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, but they told me that what convinced them I saw her, it was my absolute insistence, that I wouldn’t leave it alone, to the point I was nearly rude.
Because I’d seen her, knew she was a young woman, likely to be their daughter etc. I didn’t just get a vague idea of three people.
The couple had seemed like the type that would stay for dessert, the works.
He got up and went quickly out to the lobby to make a phone call halfway or so through their meal.

I got busy and when I looked again, they had paid and left right after the main course. They never said goodbye or said what the outcome of the phone call was... but to this day, I have always wondered if she was all right, and in any case, how did I see her come in and sit with them as real as both of them?

I was not scared, I should add that. At no point. I wasn’t threatened, wasn’t chilled or anything. I just wondered... how. All these years.

thelad95 wrote: »

It can be terrifying but I think aspects of dreams can mistakenly be registered as real life by your conscience. Sometimes I'll be half awake but I'll still be hearing and seeing things from my dream. Slightly different to sleep paralysis but can be equally as terrifying especially if you're having a bad dream.

brandnewaward wrote: »

didnt happen to me , but freaked the living poo outta me....
girl at work told me she did the ouija board few years back and whatever message they were spelling out turned out to be a sequence of numbers , only about 12-14 numbers and that was it , nothing else .someone was writing everything down , took down the number and thought nothing more of it.
few weeks later , she was in a car that was involved in a fatal accident( dont know the ins and outs there) ,but turns out the other car's tyre blew out and car lost control, yadda yadda. The investigation centred on this tyre blowout , and the subsequent inquest ruled this the cause
Turns out she was at home afterwards and came across the details of the tyre in the report(from inquest or police , not sure ) including the serial number , found the scrap of paper from the ouija board night and its the same fecking number

jeni wrote: »

nope still awake, but after 14 hours of staring at the wardrobe the monster came out and we had a chat turned out to be a nice guy

lilium inter Spinas wrote: »

I had quite the unnerving dream last year that still creeps me out when I think about it:

Dreamt I was fighting with a shadow/demon thing that had the form of an adult man. In the dream, my room was dark, but I could still see the shape move around as I tried to attack it/call it out. At one point I had lunged for it, thinking to overtake it, but it swiftly outmaneuvered me and laughed so menacingly and loud in my ear, I woke from the sound, heart racing like I was having a panic attack. The voice was still ringing in my ears minutes after I'd waken from the dream and couldn't really shake it off for some time. Needless to say, I didn't sleep very well for a few weeks after that episode.
I still have the sound of the laugh deeply engrained in my head, since I'd never heard anything like that before or since.

To add to the creep factor, in the dream, the shadow thing had escaped into my brother's room after it laughed at me (his room and mine are separated by a door) and the next morning as I was telling the bro about it, he mentioned feeling really uneasy and unable to sleep that same night. Almost like something was oppressing him but he didn't know/understand what it was. Yeah, no thanks.
2spooky4me

Pissy Missy wrote: »

I was in Prague once where one of the weirdest things happened to me, the hostel owner stabbed himself in the stomach to prove he didn't feel pain, licked the blood coming from his stomach, then asked me out on a date while also calling me fat.
im summarising but man odd, is it a Prague thing?

sweetie wrote: »

must have been very thin fellas to fit through the letterbox

shakencat wrote: »

When i was 4/5 in school, my nana used to collect me with her lil doggy sam as my parents worked..(she lived bout 20min walk from my school)

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