Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

nigeldaniel wrote: »

About 20 years ago I was down at the bog bringing back the last of a few bags of turf when an old school republican stopped his small lorry about 60 feet away and went potty with his language towards me. I could not hear clearly what he was saying but thankfully his son was with him most likely to keep him out of trouble.
Now folks know why I dislike Sf and their masters.

This most likely due to the FG posters that were outside my house at the time.

Is any of that creepy or unnerving? And if you couldn't hear someone from 60 feet away, how do you know that they were even talking to you?

Sephiroth_dude wrote: »

Would you mind telling us some things you experienced in the old house?

Ok
I had loads of stuff happen.But have to say my kids where literally babies and were not capable of the stuff that happened.

Theres a couple that really stand out.

His sister was between houses so stored her stuff in the back bedroom.Nobody slept in there cause of hte man himself.
Anyway we heard a noise,went up and all her bags where poured out in the back bedroom.I mean boxes of stuff and binbags.And boxes that where on teh bed where on the floor,they had been in the centre of the bed earlier.

My oh worked at nighttime.But this night he wasoff and went out with his friends.Both kids where in with me,cause nobody slept in the back bedroom.

I heard my hall door opening.And it was really distinctive.It basically dragged across the concrete step before going on to the carpet in the hallway.

I heard a plastic bag rattling.Thinking he was after bringing in a takeaway.I went down.There was no one there.No bag,no smell of takeaway.Nothing.

This happened just before we moved.

My mam and uncle where babysitting.
My mam went for a smoke out the front.Bang went the back door.She went to the backdoor and knocking on teh front door.

The sitting room door was then knocked on,there was nobodybut her,my uncle and my 2 kids there.

My uncle went to the toilet and said somebody walked up after him.

It was a horrible house and it was obvious,we were not welcome.

bottlebrush wrote: »

Yesterday was sitting down eating my lunch. Dining room table is at the window facing my driveway and I was looking straight out as I ate. Had been sitting there ten to fifteen minutes when I was startled by knocking at the door followed by the doorbell ringing and the person using the door knocker as well. I eased my chair back about to stand up to answer the door when it occurred to me that i hadn't seen anybody walk in the driveway all the time i had been sitting at the table. The knocking and ringing continued fairly aggressively and i was wary of even calling out to see who it was never mind opening the door as I was on my own in the house. I thought if it was somebody I knew they might knock at the window and I could see who it was. I hadn't been expecting any visitors. . Eventually a man im guessing in his 70s stepped out of the porch onto the driveway and started pacing up and down beside my car. I did not know him, never saw him before in.my life. He then came back to the door and started knocking and ringing the bell again very aggressively. I went upstairs and was about to call out to him through an upstairs window If he was ok but by that stage he was walking back out my driveway. I figured if he needed help he would go next door or to one of the other houses but he didnt. He walked very briskly like somebody who meant business past every other house and out of the estate.
I think what spooked me most was how did he get to my door without me having seeing him and why was he so aggressive. Had he been lurking for some time down the other side of my house. What did he want specifically of me. I'll guess I'll never know ....hopefully!

How strange, could he have come in via the back of the house or maybe hopped over a low wall or fence from the neighbours.
Last question BB, do you owe any money that has gone past due? :pac:

My friend lives in an apartment with a few other young ones, all in college or working. They wouldn't be that friendly as they've nothing in common with each other.

It's a standard college house with terrible insulation - old stone walls, gammy doors and single pane windows so it gets very cold. One of the housemates bought a kind of insulation roll and put a layer in the frame of the front door to stop a cold draught coming in. It worked fine but meant you really had to bang the door shut for it to actually lock into place. Some people were not closing the frontdoor hard enough and it would just hang ajar until someone copped it and slammed it shut.

One morning he woke up, and the antidraught cushion thing at the bottom of his bedroom door was at a 90 degree angle to it, meaning someone had fully opened his bedroom door and then reclosed it during the night. His bedroom is right beside the front door which was half open. He had a major freak out and woke up the rest of the house mates and they all denied going near his room. The last person to come home the night before swore she properly closed the front door but she was the main culprit for leaving it half open.

So, some randomer walked in off the street and looked into his room, possibly poking around the room and the rest of the house. Nothing was taken though.

Some people are so relaxed about personal security it's really unnerving. For two years I didn't need a key to my college house because my house mates never ever locked the back door. Anytime of day or night, even if no one was home the back door was open. When I realised it was a constant thing I started locking my bedroom at night and when I left in the mornings.

A girl touched my willy at a disco once. That was unnerving..

Few minutes ago I went off for a spin to try get a better picture of the “blood moon” just took it in my head to go and I’d too open the gates to drive the car out so went off for literally 5 minutes and came back, drove in and then closed the gates and seen a white feather by the gates, it 100% wasn’t there when I open the gates originally, freaked me out thought of the banshee n everything but then I googled it cause I believe there’s some kinda story about white feathers so it says it can be a sign of hope of a message from beyond the grave which freaked me out further. My friend and I have done something nice to a bench at my friends grave who died when we were kids over 30 years ago and we asked permission from his parents and they thanked us and said he’d be delighted too. (Only reason I told ye this last bit is to give the story context not to get any gratification for doing this gesture) does anyone else believe in this kind of thing with the feather and such.

PFMC84 wrote: »

A freaky thing I have noticed with myself the past few years is that I get very good at 'sensing' things.

- A person will randomly pop into my mind and within moments, I'll get a text or call from them.
- I'll be humming a song whilst I'm driving and then it comes on the radio.
- I see or hear a person's name I haven't heard of or from in a while (regular or famous) and, more often than not, my instant thought is that they have died. This happened to me on Sunday with someone who was a regular contributor to a website forum I regularly visit.
- Quite a few times I have watched the lottery draw and said a number just before the ball drops and it's the same number. (Pity it doesn't seem to work when buying a ticket!)

I know these are all just massive coincidences but they happen so regularly it's genuinely unnerving sometimes. Maybe I have ESPN or something! :rolleyes:

Same I’ve also called many goals just from a pass at the back or a mistake the other end of the field, could just used to patterns of play

I've had several premonitions of famous/well-known people dying. Wish I could remember them all, but they generally happen about 1-2 weeks beforehand.

The latest two were fairly recent. The first was one day I was in bed asleep and woke from a dream where I was watching The Late Late Show. Ryan Tubridy was interviewing Gay Byrne and his wife Kathleen on it. When I woke up I remembered the dream and wondered to myself why on earth I was dreaming about Gay Byrne. The next thing I did was pick up my phone to scroll through my Facebook news feed and every second post was saying that poor old Gay had passed away. I was spooked!

The next one was a couple of days ago. I don't know why but while I was in bed, thinking of nothing in particular I started thinking of singer Will Young's twin brother, Rupert, and how sad it was that they had very badly fallen out after Will became famous and that the brother had sold quite bitter interviews about Will. I don't even know why I was thinking about them, or twins in general, nor am I a Will Young fan and haven't seen or heard from him in years. The next day (yesterday, I think it was) I saw a headline about his twin brother, Rupert and kind of couldn't even read it straight as I got a chilling feeling that my premonitions were at play again. I clicked on the article and there it was, the article was saying that he had died. I keep thinking about it since, as it was such a random person for me to be thinking about. And on the exact day he would have died. RIP.

The Real Ramona wrote: »

The next one was a couple of days ago. I don't know why but while I was in bed, thinking of nothing in particular I started thinking of singer Will Young's twin brother, Rupert, and how sad it was that they had very badly fallen out after Will became famous and that the brother had sold quite bitter interviews about Will. I don't even know why I was thinking about them, or twins in general, nor am I a Will Young fan and haven't seen or heard from him in years. The next day (yesterday, I think it was) I saw a headline about his twin brother, Rupert and kind of couldn't even read it straight as I got a chilling feeling that my premonitions were at play again. I clicked on the article and there it was, the article was saying that he had died. I keep thinking about it since, as it was such a random person for me to be thinking about. And on the exact day he would have died. RIP.

Could it be something along the lines, that you subconsciously seen or heard about this and that caused the thoughts to enter your head. I know I used to sleep with the radio on, and I used to experience similar, but it was down to me hearing about these people as I slept, and not realising it

Quazzie wrote: »

Could it be something along the lines, that you subconsciously seen or heard about this and that caused the thoughts to enter your head. I know I used to sleep with the radio on, and I used to experience similar, but it was down to me hearing about these people as I slept, and not realising it

No. I don't listen to the radio and had not heard or thought of either of these two people at all. They would never have been on my radar and I hadn't heard that either were ill or anything like that. It's happened with a lot of well-known people's deaths. It's a weird one!

Years ago I was looking up accents and stumbled upon the strange occurrence of many Canadians having Irish accents. Disbelieving I watch a video on youtube called “Tea with Babe Walsh, Ferryland” it’s a short clip of a woman born and lived all her life in Newfoundland and she sounds like she hails from Coolea (watch it if you haven’t heard of this before-it’s bizarre!).

Anyway tonight I’m watching Frasier I had recorded and this video clip comes into my head (it has been years since I watched it), for no apparent reason. So I bring it up on YouTube on my phone and stream the video on the tv to show my daughter. We watch it and then when I switch back to tv from YouTube, Rte1 is on and showing a programme about the Irish in Canada.

Coincidence right?! As a further coincidence- I decide to google what it’s called when this happens, as it happens to me often. I find that it’s called “synchronicity”, a phrase first coined by Carl Jung in 1920. As anyone who has watched Frasier knows, Niles is a fan of Carl Jung and even has a bust of him in his office. So, full circle- Frasier to Babe to RTE to Carl Jung to Frasier!

I fell asleep watch the telly last night. I woke up at 6.30 this morning at was about to go to bed properly when I decided to watch an ON DEMAND programme. Half way through, there was a loud from the hall/landing area which I thought might have been my bike falling (it happens the odd time, and I keep it under the stairs).

When I eventually had a look, it seemed like a box of wood screws exploded, covering three steps in the middle of my stairs. I know I had the box of wood screws, but why would it explode and scatter them like that?

Badly Drunk Boy wrote: »

I fell asleep watch the telly last night. I woke up at 6.30 this morning at was about to go to bed properly when I decided to watch an ON DEMAND programme. Half way through, there was a loud from the hall/landing area which I thought might have been my bike falling (it happens the odd time, and I keep it under the stairs).

When I eventually had a look, it seemed like a box of wood screws exploded, covering three steps in the middle of my stairs. I know I had the box of wood screws, but why would it explode and scatter them like that?

Odd. I wonder was there anything else in with the screws i.e. old battery or some such?

saabsaab wrote: »

I don't know about the squirrel, maybe someone in you life is trying to do that?

Best watch his nuts, either way.