Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

Say my name · 14-11-2020 10:12pm

JustAThought wrote: »

If you look at old graveyards a lot of them are planted with yew trees - I was told this was to keep the dead IN - they cannot pass yews.

In farmer parlance it's to keep the local farmers in doing all in their power to stop their sheep and cattle entering into the graveyards.
If cattle or sheep eat Yew they are poisoned and death is probable. Any local farmer would maintain the fence around a graveyard if not for respect, then to prevent their stock from being poisoned.

Not really a scary story. But I was drawing a load of straw home with a tractor and trailer one evening which I usually don't do as I don't want to be on the road with such a rig in the dark.
I was roughly five miles from home in the dark with the lights on. No radio on as I have to keep an eye on the strapping on the load as I travel.
I was on a quiet road no traffic, no houses, and I was passing by an old estate farm. There's a modern natural burial ground on the old estate where a tree is planted over the deceased. So I passed by the entrance to the burial ground with no issue.
Then a hundred metres on I had to turn and slow down with a bend in the road at the entrance to the estate and into a strong wooded area where the crowns of the trees meet over the road.
For some reason going through the wooded area and with the full work lights of the tractor on. This image came to my mind of an old woman walking out from the woods to the edge of the road. She had long hair and wearing a white nightie.
Her hair was covering her face.
I knew she wasn't there nor that I had seen her. But I felt a fear as I was going by that particular spot. And that if I physically did see her I'd probably be dead myself.
I kept the rev's on the tractor up and got home as quick as I could.

Solli · 14-11-2020 11:00pm

gozunda wrote: »

"Cré na Cille"

I love the picture of this story by Máirtín Ó Cadhain who presents the dead and buried going on bickeing and giving out as they had in real life ...

https://www.newyorker.com/books/page-turner/the-irish-novel-thats-so-good-people-were-scared-to-translate-it

Maybe we're all dead here too :pac:

Druid players dramatised this play for TG4 some years ago. Stayed up with my dad watching it, we were spellbound. It was so unusual, I can recall every character. He fell very ill shortly afterwards and I am very grateful for that was one of our last nights by the fire. I just bought the dvd in his memory

igCorcaigh · 14-11-2020 11:05pm

Solli wrote: »

Druid players dramatised this play for TG4 some years ago. Stayed up with my dad watching it, we were spellbound. It was so unusual, I can recall every character. He fell very ill shortly afterwards and I am very grateful for that was one of our last nights by the fire. I just bought the dvd in his memory

Is this it?

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0971161/

Solli · 19-11-2020 2:11am

igCorcaigh wrote: »

Is this it?

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0971161/

No it was Cre na Cille by Mairtin O Direain.

Graces7 · 19-11-2020 5:51am

New Home wrote: »

Lost souls?

with unfinished business here on earth ...

Graces7 · 19-11-2020 5:56am

JustAThought wrote: »

I rented an old cottage a while back - it was a few hundred years old and partnof a grand old estate - what they call ‘sympathetically restored’. Lovely sunlit spacious entrance way and staircase to the upstairs rooms with a window seat. I NEVER felt right coming through or using the suntrap there - and at night despite radiators a corner of the room was always freezing and had a really bad feel to it. I kept saying to myself it was all in my mind but even the dog would whine and refuse to sit there and would whimper and refuse to go upstairs past the spot. Chills me still to think about it.

My place in Orkney had seen bad things and that lingered, and I learned what that was ie what had happened there.

Tig98 · 19-11-2020 8:10am

Solli wrote: »

No it was Cre na Cille by Mairtin O Direain.

Just an FYI the original version is Cre na Cille and is written in Irish, and the version translated to English is Graveyard Clay

saabsaab · 20-11-2020 12:13am

I was told this story by a man not given to flights of fancy or discussing anything out of the ordinary.

Many years ago he was walking home at night with an older cousin, he being about 13 the cousin 17 or so. As they approached a turn in the road a giant flaming dog jumped up on the ditch and glared at them. They were terrified and he turned to run but his cousin grabbed him and said that it would bring a curse on them to run away. They walked on past holding silver coins in their hands and the glowing dog keeping eyes on it and it stayed where it was, staring back. As they made distance from the spot they looked back and it was gone.

Ficheall · 20-11-2020 2:49am

Well, the silver coins bit sounds suspect..

Kingp35 · 20-11-2020 11:33am

saabsaab wrote: »

I was told this story by a man not given to flights of fancy or discussing anything out of the ordinary.

Many years ago he was walking home at night with an older cousin, he being about 13 the cousin 17 or so. As they approached a turn in the road a giant flaming dog jumped up on the ditch and glared at them. They were terrified and he turned to run but his cousin grabbed him and said that it would bring a curse on them to run away. They walked on past holding silver coins in their hands and the glowing dog keeping eyes on it and it stayed where it was, staring back. As they made distance from the spot they looked back and it was gone.

That made me laugh out load

Ridiculous.

saabsaab · 20-11-2020 2:01pm

Very weird I know but he swore it was true, he also said he told no one else at the time as nobody else would believe them. Several years later he asked his cousin what did he think it was but the cousin didn't want to talk about it at all, at all. He never saw anything like it since. I think the silver was supposed to protect you from evil spirits or some such.

dubstarr · 20-11-2020 2:24pm

I had a weird dreram about my son the other night.

Now hes a grown man now, but in the dream he was in school .And he rang me and told me he didnt know where he lived. So i go the the school, son standing in the hallway waiting for me. He comes over and his eyes are black, puts his arms around me and repeats that he doesnt know where he lives.

I woke up then, really freaked me out.

saabsaab · 20-11-2020 3:00pm

dubstarr wrote: »

I had a weird dreram about my son the other night.

Now hes a grown man now, but in the dream he was in school .And he rang me and told me he didnt know where he lived. So i go the the school, son standing in the hallway waiting for me. He comes over and his eyes are black, puts his arms around me and repeats that he doesnt know where he lives.

I woke up then, really freaked me out.

It could be said that such an anxiety dream is not really about your son at all. That you are in fear of losing some part of your former life forever and don't know what to do about it?

Jenna James · 21-11-2020 8:11pm

When I was younger we always went on Sunday drives. I absolutely hated it. The unpredictability of the day really stressed me out.

Anyway, one night, I was about 7/8, I dreamt we were on a Sunday drive, my folks and younger sibling. We pulled up to a roadside house where some 'friends' of ours lived. (No correlation to my knowledge in real life).

In the dream I was a brat and refused to go in but instead lay down on my back in the middle of the road. I remember what it felt like for a car to come and run me over and how it felt to be dead. I can still vividly picture the whole scene and I don't remember a lot about my life.

saabsaab · 21-11-2020 8:38pm

Jenna James wrote: »

When I was younger we always went on Sunday drives. I absolutely hated it. The unpredictability of the day really stressed me out.

Anyway, one night, I was about 7/8, I dreamt we were on a Sunday drive, my folks and younger sibling. We pulled up to a roadside house where some 'friends' of ours lived. (No correlation to my knowledge in real life).

In the dream I was a brat and refused to go in but instead lay down on my back in the middle of the road. I remember what it felt like for a car to come and run me over and how it felt to be dead. I can still vividly picture the whole scene and I don't remember a lot about my life.

It might be said that there was something you did that you were ashamed of and you were ready to change your ways.

up for anything · 23-11-2020 12:33am

dubstarr wrote: »

I had a weird dreram about my son the other night.

Now hes a grown man now, but in the dream he was in school .And he rang me and told me he didnt know where he lived. So i go the the school, son standing in the hallway waiting for me. He comes over and his eyes are black, puts his arms around me and repeats that he doesnt know where he lives.

I woke up then, really freaked me out.

Have you read about black-eyed children? Don't tell him where you live if he turns up in your dreams again.

dubstarr · 23-11-2020 10:52pm

up for anything wrote: »

Have you read about black-eyed children? Don't tell him where you live if he turns up in your dreams again.

I have heard about them,i think thats what freaked me out.**** what does that mean?

Actually this reminds me.Its the same son

I had my 3 rd baby and the middle son was about 13[starting secondary school funnily enough]

Anyway, i was upstairs feeding the baby and my son goes from the loo in to his room. Literally 2 seconds later the same son comes upstairs. And in to his room he goes.
I put baby down and go in,hes the only one in there and i ask has he been in the loo.He says no,hes been downstairs for ages.

I ask my dp and he says he was downstairs.

And the reason i was going to post,i had a dream last night about dps sister.She had another baby, a boy and i even seen his face.He was a normal baby

Autosport · 23-11-2020 11:04pm

What’s a dp?

The Mighty Quinn · 23-11-2020 11:06pm

Forum slang that's not used on boards. Dear Partner = DP.

DD, DS... dear son, dear daughter...

saabsaab · 23-11-2020 11:29pm

dubstarr wrote: »

I have heard about them,i think thats what freaked me out.**** what does that mean?

Actually this reminds me.Its the same son

I had my 3 rd baby and the middle son was about 13[starting secondary school funnily enough]

Anyway, i was upstairs feeding the baby and my son goes from the loo in to his room. Literally 2 seconds later the same son comes upstairs. And in to his room he goes.
I put baby down and go in,hes the only one in there and i ask has he been in the loo.He says no,hes been downstairs for ages.

I ask my dp and he says he was downstairs.

And the reason i was going to post,i had a dream last night about dps sister.She had another baby, a boy and i even seen his face.He was a normal baby

Could be related to some anxiety you have recently?

sbsquarepants · 24-11-2020 9:08am

Autosport wrote: »

What’s a dp?

Really depends on what corner of the internet one might be perusing at the time:D

dubstarr · 24-11-2020 10:16am

sbsquarepants wrote: »

Really depends on what corner of the internet one might be perusing at the time:D

Dirty,dirty mind:D

Ande1975 · 24-11-2020 11:34pm

Hi again,

I've posted a couple of 'incidents' on this thread before that relate to my late father. I feel like a scratched record at this stage but..something else...
Some background, I moved back home to live with my mum before my father got sick and stayed when he passed away.

Covid hit and during the first lockdown I walked the legs off myself in the evenings after spending the day working from home.
Since the evenings have become darker I haven't been out obviously so I sit with my mum watching her favourite soap.

Over the past month (maybe long before), at 7:15pm approx every evening there has been this noise upstairs that sounds like a person going from the bathroom into my parent's bedroom. My mother and I have looked at each other when we've heard the sound but never said anything about it until this evening when she said, that's him.
I replied saying I always thought the same as it was so pronounced and deliberate but didn't want to come across as nuts

. I asked her if it could be the heating or steps from next door or even something else. Mum said (and I know) there are no radiators on upstairs and she said it has happened at the same time every evening (even during the summer). She told me she doesn't feel scared but feels peace. Tonight was the first time we spoke about it.

Then I remember when my house was sale agreed a few months after he passed, I got a call from the auctioneer to tell me a neighbour saw someone walking through the house at night. The auctioneer went to see the house and found nothing disturbed/stolen or that anyone had slept there. My father loved that house and loved spending time there. No one else had keys apart from the auctioneer. I'd forgotten that incident until this evening when my mum and I had that discussion.

Your loved ones never leave you

cazzer22 · 25-11-2020 8:52pm

Ande1975 wrote: »

Hi again,

I've posted a couple of 'incidents' on this thread before that relate to my late father. I feel like a scratched record at this stage but..something else...
Some background, I moved back home to live with my mum before my father got sick and stayed when he passed away.

Covid hit and during the first lockdown I walked the legs off myself in the evenings after spending the day working from home.
Since the evenings have become darker I haven't been out obviously so I sit with my mum watching her favourite soap.

Over the past month (maybe long before), at 7:15pm approx every evening there has been this noise upstairs that sounds like a person going from the bathroom into my parent's bedroom. My mother and I have looked at each other when we've heard the sound but never said anything about it until this evening when she said, that's him.
I replied saying I always thought the same as it was so pronounced and deliberate but didn't want to come across as nuts . I asked her if it could be the heating or steps from next door or even something else. Mum said (and I know) there are no radiators on upstairs and she said it has happened at the same time every evening (even during the summer). She told me she doesn't feel scared but feels peace. Tonight was the first time we spoke about it.

Then I remember when my house was sale agreed a few months after he passed, I got a call from the auctioneer to tell me a neighbour saw someone walking through the house at night. The auctioneer went to see the house and found nothing disturbed/stolen or that anyone had slept there. My father loved that house and loved spending time there. No one else had keys apart from the auctioneer. I'd forgotten that incident until this evening when my mum and I had that discussion.

Your loved ones never leave you

Gorgeous story and I fully believe this too. Sending love your way and sorry for the loss of your dad.

cazzer22 · 25-11-2020 8:59pm

That last story reminded me of this one, hope I haven't posted it before.

My granny has always been a difficult lady and to call her a grandmother doesn't feel right as she has never shown any warmth or love to me or my siblings and my dad had a hard time growing up with her as a mother.

She spent Christmas with us when I was about 18 and all of us weren't looking forward to it as she is very pass remarkable, negative and it felt like a chore to have her around. She said something particularly cutting to me and being 18 and body conscious I was really upset, so went to room and just thought I'm not going back down and she has ruined Christmas etc.

My grandad would've always have been the one to stop her in her tracks if she went too far or was about to upset someone and he was a genuinely lovely man. I was lying on the bed, in tears and just remember feeling this warm, reassuring feeling wash over me as if someone was hugging/comforting me. In that moment, I just shrugged off the upset feeling and just moved on. I knew it was him.

I went from not being able to return downstairs because I was so cross and upset, to just heading downstairs and rejoining my family. It was such a strange yet comforting experience. I really believe our loved ones are always with us.

up for anything · 29-11-2020 11:02pm

dubstarr wrote: »

Anyway, i was upstairs feeding the baby and my son goes from the loo in to his room. Literally 2 seconds later the same son comes upstairs. And in to his room he goes.
I put baby down and go in,hes the only one in there and i ask has he been in the loo.He says no,hes been downstairs for ages.

I ask my dp and he says he was downstairs.

And the reason i was going to post,i had a dream last night about dps sister.She had another baby, a boy and i even seen his face.He was a normal baby

Years ago when I lived in London and my mother came over to stay with us, she was in the small bedroom between ours and the bathroom. She was a little freaked out one morning because she said she woke up in the middle of the night when she heard the door opening and I was standing in the door with a bath towel wrapped around me and another towel wrapped around my hair turban-style like I was coming out of the shower. She said I looked blankly at her and she called my name but my blank expression didn't alter and then after what felt like forever for her I turned around and walked towards my bedroom. She said I scared the frack out of her. I was my usual smelly, greasy-haired self in the morning.

I've read other posts here where people had a similar experience to that which you had with your son.

Why would your sister's baby not be normal? Is her name Rosemary?

Do you mean that the baby didn't have black eyes?

saabsaab · 13-12-2020 10:55pm

Anyone else been thinking about Charlie Pride before he passed away?

Duckworth_Luas · 13-12-2020 11:37pm

saabsaab wrote: »

Anyone else been thinking about Charlie Pride before he passed away?

That is the strangest thing.
I was thinking about him on Friday night.
Learned Saturday that he had passed away.

EmmetSpiceland · 14-12-2020 12:05am

saabsaab wrote: »

Anyone else been thinking about Charlie Pride before he passed away?

I had, yeah. He was in a documentary on country music I’d seen recently and when I heard Johnny Mathis singing ‘When a Child is Born’ I started to think about Charley Pride.

AMKC · 14-12-2020 12:11am

A couple of things ye.

I was coming home from college many decades ago and had bought myself a DVD player that day and and the walk home a car pulled up beside me and tried to take it off me maybe even abduct me but the local priest scared them off.
Another time when I was up in Dublin in Easons an old fellow tried to get me to come with him saying I had a curved spine the type that need an operation to fix. Thankfully I did not go as I think that was fake and there is nothing like that wrong with my back.

partyguinness · 14-12-2020 4:56pm

AMKC wrote: »

A couple of things ye.

I was coming home from college many decades ago and had bought myself a DVD player that day and and the walk home a car pulled up beside me and tried to take it off me maybe even abduct me but the local priest scared them off.

God only knows what the priest would have done to him...:pac:

sbsquarepants · 14-12-2020 5:56pm

AMKC wrote: »

Another time when I was up in Dublin in Easons an old fellow tried to get me to come with him saying I had a curved spine the type that need an operation to fix. Thankfully I did not go as I think that was fake and there is nothing like that wrong with my back.

Jaysus, i've heard some dodgy pick up lines but this takes first prize!

Was he going to perform this spinal operation up a lane somewhere or what?:D

saabsaab · 14-12-2020 6:23pm

AMKC wrote: »

A couple of things ye.

I was coming home from college many decades ago and had bought myself a DVD player that day and and the walk home a car pulled up beside me and tried to take it off me maybe even abduct me but the local priest scared them off.
Another time when I was up in Dublin in Easons an old fellow tried to get me to come with him saying I had a curved spine the type that need an operation to fix. Thankfully I did not go as I think that was fake and there is nothing like that wrong with my back.

Both very weird. How did the priest scare them?

IAMAMORON · 14-12-2020 6:33pm

AMKC wrote: »

Another time when I was up in Dublin in Easons an old fellow tried to get me to come with him saying I had a curved spine the type that need an operation to fix. Thankfully I did not go as I think that was fake and there is nothing like that wrong with my back.

Gotta love the approach.

Truckermal · 14-12-2020 6:50pm

sbsquarepants wrote: »

Jaysus, i've heard some dodgy pick up lines but this takes first prize!

Was he going to perform this spinal operation up a lane somewhere or what?:D

I'd say his spine would definitely be curved after that...:P

mistersifter · 14-12-2020 8:23pm

Just lie down there now and give your spine a good stretch.:eek:

18-12-2020 1:51am

An old story my grandmother used to tell us.
Now she wasn't a woman for talking much.. Spent most of her life in Mercy orphanage.
Well she met and married my grandfather in Birmingham she was from mayo he from leinster.
They had 3 children in England, and in the late 60s decided to move to the west of Ireland.
Moved into this little ramshackle cottage somewhere in mayo, not long after moving in apparently there were travellers pitched up across from the house one day, my grandmother used to have tea with them when the old woman travelling lady tells her they are moving on as there is a evil presence around the place. Not long after this one day my grandparents go for a walk, passing the cemetery they see my mother as a 7 year old running through the cemetery where they passed on the walk. They called her but she didn't answer. They get back to the cottage and ask my mother what she was doing out, she wasn't. A couple of minutes later bangs on the cottage door, an old woman, definitely a spirit my grandmother tells us was banging the door down saying to get out of her house it didn't belong to them.. My family moved out soon after.

dubstarr · 18-12-2020 9:39am

up for anything wrote: »

Years ago when I lived in London and my mother came over to stay with us, she was in the small bedroom between ours and the bathroom. She was a little freaked out one morning because she said she woke up in the middle of the night when she heard the door opening and I was standing in the door with a bath towel wrapped around me and another towel wrapped around my hair turban-style like I was coming out of the shower. She said I looked blankly at her and she called my name but my blank expression didn't alter and then after what felt like forever for her I turned around and walked towards my bedroom. She said I scared the frack out of her. I was my usual smelly, greasy-haired self in the morning.

I've read other posts here where people had a similar experience to that which you had with your son.

Why would your sister's baby not be normal? Is her name Rosemary? Do you mean that the baby didn't have black eyes?

Yes he didnt have black eyes:D

cj maxx · 19-12-2020 6:07pm

saabsaab wrote: »

Anyone else been thinking about Charlie Pride before he passed away?

No , but random celebrities have for no reason crossed my mind just before theydied , so much so that I I've took notice of it .
The last was David Bowie.
Sweet Jesus I just got the urge to Google Bob Dylan !!

dubstarr · 19-12-2020 7:17pm

Mine was last week seeing Zara and Mike Tindall in the paper.I knew she was pregnant.And the next day she says she was.

cj maxx · 19-12-2020 9:55pm

dubstarr wrote: »

Mine was last week seeing Zara and Mike Tindall in the paper.I knew she was pregnant.And the next day she says she was.

She was what?

the purple tin · 19-12-2020 9:57pm

cj maxx wrote: »

No , but random celebrities have for no reason crossed my mind , so much so that I I've took notice of it .
The last was David Bowie.
Sweet Jesus I just got the urge to Google Bob Dylan !!

Don't say it!

If Bob died now it would just put the tin hat on this shíte-bomb of a year.

razorblunt · 19-12-2020 10:08pm

saabsaab wrote: »

Both very weird. How did the priest scare them?

“Show him your cross”.

Graces7 · 20-12-2020 6:21am

Something drifted back to me this week from way way back .. I realised I had never even told anyone at the time or since for several reasons.

I mean decades; as in 50 years.

I was on holiday in Wales with another teacher, staying in a friend's caravan.

On our last full day we each wanted to visit somewhere; she wanted St Davd;s and I, another day on Caldey Island. She drove me to Tenby then went on her way.

When time came to go home, I decided to walk along the shore to Saundersfoot where we were staying. It was a very low tide and a wide beach.

There were shoals of dead starfish on the sands and I lingered by rock pools etc.

Yes, you guessed! As I reached a rocky outbreak I realised the tide had turned. I was in effect trapped at the base of a steep ragged rocky cliff and no way back or forward. I was, by the way, wearing flip flops. All this was totally unlike my practical self but holidays tend to do that to folk.

I am tensing up as I type this. It was really accepting that I was going to die and wondering who would find me and oh my family.. All very quietly and real.

Yes I prayed. That is also what I do. Quietly, and sure this was the way my life would end ( I had been reading "Pincher Martin. ")

But there was no way anyone could have seen me from any direction or atop the cliff. Just great jagged rocks and the breakers getting louder and nearer . and too far in either direction.

Then.. a figure approached me, from the direction I had been going. Over the steep ruggedness. Just appeared.

A man. We did not speak. He seemed to know. And just held out his hand and led me. Over the rocks. it was as simple as that.

And out onto the beach.

My first and lasting thought; yes, that he was an angel. sent by God in response to my prayer and my need. It was as simple as that.

Then I saw he was with two other people. And he went back to them and carried on a conversation as if nothing had happened. There was no mention of why he had walked away from them and returned with a stranger.

I tend to let others take the lead in conversations. So I stayed a short while, then left to continue my walk "home" .

Knowing but calmly that quite literally that this stranger had saved my life in a very strange and calm way.

I did not ever tell my friend or anyone about that event. Not because my brother had drowned years before, or because I knew I had been totally stooopid.

It was just.... too personal. Wrong word but..

Thinking now, I am assured this was an angel.. He just left his companions for no other reason than to climb the rocks and find me. And they seemed to know this.... seeking no thanks, making no fuss. Just reaching out a hand.

I have no idea why this came back to me now; fifty years on and fifty years of precious life.

There are dimensions in life that we can only accept and be thankful for. As so many of the posts here demonstrate.

tamara25 · 20-12-2020 11:52am

That is an amazing story, I think your brother in spirit was helping you in your hour of need. I absolutely love this thread.

Graces7 · 20-12-2020 2:23pm

tamara25 wrote: »

That is an amazing story, I think your brother in spirit was helping you in your hour of need. I absolutely love this thread.

Amazing that when I think if it , there is no fear. It was by any standards a terrifying situation, and a horrible way to die. I was held safe. A sheer miracle

dubstarr · 20-12-2020 3:51pm

cj maxx wrote: »

She was what?

Pregnant obviously.

saabsaab · 20-12-2020 7:06pm

Graces7 wrote: »

Amazing that when I think if it , there is no fear. It was by any standards a terrifying situation, and a horrible way to die. I was held safe. A sheer miracle

Life turns on small miracles.

Graces7 · 21-12-2020 5:42am

I mentioned " Pincher Martin". Not sure if you can find the text online but a really.... creepy.. read. By WIlliam Golding. I had been reading it as part of my degree course that year. You will see the connection!

Not to be read late at night alone..

Bozo Skeleton · 21-12-2020 9:09pm

Graces7 wrote: »

I mentioned " Pincher Martin". Not sure if you can find the text online but a really.... creepy.. read. By WIlliam Golding. I had been reading it as part of my degree course that year. You will see the connection!

Not to be read late at night alone..

+ 1 for Pincher Martin, it's a great book. And strangely a little similar to the situation you found yourself in!
There was also a punk band in Dublin in the mid 90's or so called Pincher Martin.

Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

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