Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

the culture of deference wrote: »

A girl from Dublin is with her family on holidays in the midlands (during the late 70's). She is walking with her mum on the main street, they go into a shop and suddenly the people and the decor change to early 1900's.

Everything changes, and when she comes out of the shop the rest of the town from her vantage point is 1900's. She does not remember how long it stayed like that, but still remembers the occurence 30 years later with fear.

This happened to someone I know.

Any idea's?

Lay of the Poitín

A serial rapist was caught hiding in my front garden when I was just a child. Creepy stuff

Roisy7 wrote: »

Sounds like maybe sleep paralysis or a waking dream. Thankfully I've never experienced it, but it's supposed to be absolutely terrifying!

Ive experienced sleep paralysis many times, and still do. Its only scary the first 2 or 3 times in my experience, but after that you just kinda know its happening and snap out of it, mentally at least. Often you're still paralysed for a short while though.

jonnyfingers wrote: »

Creepiest thing that happened to me was years ago when I was quite young. I used to share a bedroom with my brother at the back of our house and one night I was awoken by a rhythmic humming sound. It would increase in intensity and then decrease again. I thought it was just machinery or something, but then it started to get louder and louder as the minutes passed. A light then started to shine through the curtains. It too got brighter and more intense as the humming got louder.

This went on for around 20 minutes and my brother was still fast asleep as if he couldn't hear a thing. I was petrified and didn't dare move in bed. I had no idea what was causing the light and sound. Eventually the sound became deafening and the light lit up the whole room, as if whatever was causing it was right outside the window. I had to get up and see what it was.

Nervously I opened a slit in the curtains and......................everything stopped. Immediately. The sound was gone and the light had disappeared. I pulled open the curtains to get a good look, nothing, just the back garden.

My heart was still pounding so couldn't get back to sleep for an hour or so. To this day I've no idea what it was, but it scared the absolute **** out of me!

This sounds very similar to something my friend told me going back about 3 years ago. He lives about 1 km from me, but one night he rang me in a state of panic saying how the most freakiest thing ever had just happened to him.

He was sitting in his room at about 11pm watching tv, when he heard this noise outside his window that "sounded like a loud hum and grinding/crunching metal, similar to a car crash".
Anyway, he thought maybe it was a truck passing or something and looked out. There was just a very bright light floating there about 50ft from his window across the road, he said it was extremely bright and you couldnt make anything out with it, he described it "as bright as the sun". The humming noise got louder and louder.

It continued for about 1 minute, and in a state of fear he went to grab his phone which was only about 2ft away on his desk. When he looked back out the window the noise just stopped.

At the time I was in my room with headphones on so I wouldnt have heard anything, but we cant think of what it could have been for the life of us. There's just a church across the road from his house, and there's no mouted outside lights on it that would have done such a thing, there was definitely no vehicles or people in the church either at the time. This is in the middle of nowhere, pitch black on a countryside road. Im not saying the building in particular being a church had anything to do with it, it seemed more like a UFO type thing. But Im not the type of nutjob paranormal believing person either.

Freaked him out like hell.

the culture of deference wrote: »

A girl from Dublin is with her family on holidays in the midlands (during the late 70's). She is walking with her mum on the main street, they go into a shop and suddenly the people and the decor change to early 1900's.

Everything changes, and when she comes out of the shop the rest of the town from her vantage point is 1900's. She does not remember how long it stayed like that, but still remembers the occurence 30 years later with fear.

This happened to someone I know.

Any idea's?

this relates to your post, saw it a couple of years ago, its not long and very interesting (if theres any truth to it)

hada wrote: »

Broadly speaking, whether or not you believe in the paranormal/ghosts/the boogie man or whatever, I've always believed that buildings or specific areas have a tendency to soak up the sort of atmosphere of previous events - be it incredibly happy or horrific.

By way of example, if any of you have visited the concentration camps in Germany or Austria, it's a well established fact that the birds simply DO NOT fly in or around the camp (despite being in their hundreds in the relatively close proximity). The minute you walk in, it's as if the mute button is pressed and you go from hearing the loud chirping of the birds to silence. Regardless of the wildlife, the place actually reeks of death.

The same can be said of particular buildings that terrible things have happened in. I know of one house where due to it's previous owner and tragic death, screams can often be heard emanating from the house in the evening. This isn't hear say either, imo. Weirdly enough, old dance hall from where I'm from, and when out walking the dog one evening, I could actually see a light in it. I figured someone was having a few sly drinks in there, etc.. It wasn't until I got closer that I could actually here the faint sound of music, chatter and commotion as if there was a full party in swing. This is a derelict building that hasn't been used in circa 30-40 years. And even then, the music wasn't of the "show band era" - it seemed older (40-50s). I don't go that route anymore.

Massively agree with that. Kilmainham Jail I found really really oppressive. Don't think I could cope with a concentration camp.

In Tomi Reichental's book he says he remembers no birds flew near Belsen the whole time he was there, and even when he went back a few years ago they still aren't there, although the camp was razed by the Allies. I assume there's some kind of scientific explanation for that, but it's incredible all the same.

There's a theory that paranormal activity is the result of buildings, especially stone, retaining energy from past events and replaying them. Repeated activity, such as dancing, would imprint heavily on the building, whereas violent events such as murder release so much energy that they too would be replayed.

Could all be hokum of course but it's very interesting!

hada wrote: »

By way of example, if any of you have visited the concentration camps in Germany or Austria, it's a well established fact that the birds simply DO NOT fly in or around the camp (despite being in their hundreds in the relatively close proximity).

sorry - that's just rubbish. well established myth is more like it.

check out the picture in the linked article:

http://www.news.com.au/travel/news/stag-parties-offered-booze-and-strippers-at-auschwitz/story-e6frfq80-1225840726190

Trine wrote: »

Utter hokum.

No birds fly over Belsen? Morally dignified sparrows, eh? Give me a break.

Of course there's an eerie feeling in historical concentration camps, everybody around you visiting is sombre, saddened, reflective. Like at a funeral. In every case in this thread of "I felt a definite chill, drop in temperature, strange feelings", the person either has prior knowledge that the building or area has a history of death and sorrow, or finds out afterwards and recalls "a feeling".

I feel a chilly draught in my bedroom all the time, doesn't mean anybody has been murdered here...yet.

Hmmmm my belief about the birds is this- in Belsen at least there were incredibly unhealthy, unsanitary conditions. Most inmates actually died from typhus, especially just prior to liberation. The Nazis, largely because they were losing and couldn't give a toss about dead Jews anyway, piled up the bodies around the camp. The Allies actually forced the Nazis to bury the dead- with their bare hands- after liberation. Anyway, my theory would be that the birds and other animals probably kept away from the area at the time due to the incredibly unhealthy and unclean conditions, which were rife for disease. Whether they still do, I don't know, haven't been there. But some believe that they do.

Death has a stench and all creatures recognise it. These animals rely on their senses, which we humans have let slide.

This thread is supposed to be about creepy experiences, which are never logical. Where's your sense of ghoulishness!

RGDATA! wrote: »

sorry - that's just rubbish. well established myth is more like it.

check out the picture in the linked article:

http://www.news.com.au/travel/news/stag-parties-offered-booze-and-strippers-at-auschwitz/story-e6frfq80-1225840726190

Belsen was the only one I heard about with the birds, no idea about Auschwitz.

Creepy story about something known as the 'Hungry fields' relating to the famine. Of course I've no idea how true/false this story is but it's creepy anyway.:pac: It caught my attention because when my mother was young she was out on the bogs and fainted because she was suddenly quite hungry (her blood sugar levels had dropped suddenly something that happens to my older brother and I even though none of us are diabetics) and she was carried home. When she returned home her mother called it 'An Féar Gortha' or something to that effect, so interested I looked it up and found this story, which I thought was fairly scary. By the way, sorry it's so long!

The old man swore that this had happened to his grandad's brother. We all smiled. It was quite amazing the breadth of things that had assaulted his family in his stories so far.
He caught our knowing expressions. But instead of meeting them with the usual wink of collusion in willing gullibility, he grew serious. "No, really. It happened." He seemed uncomfortable suddenly, in the midst of an English pub, far across the Irish Sea. Whatever the truth, it was certain that he believed this one.
His great-uncle, as a young man, had been out walking after a day at work. He was heading home for his tea, but he was in no great hurry. It was a pleasant late afternoon, settling into the long shadows of encroaching evening.
He was quite alone on that quiet country lane. All around him the miles stretched out over a peat bog wilderness, ending in distant mountains. Pools of water glistened here and there, growing darker as he approached, reflecting more the soil beneath than the sinking sun above

As he had done a hundred times or more, he passed by a deserted village standing well back from the track.
The cottages and crofts were just roofless stumps of walls. Their occupants were long gone. The familiar sight nonetheless always unsettled him and he sped up to pass it.
Only, on this occasion, he happened to glance at the overgrown outline of one of the old fields surrounding it. No-one had ploughed that since the potato crop failed, half a century before.
He didn't know what compelled him to wander over there. There was no gate, if there had ever been one, but the dry-stone walls had survived well enough. He entered the field and meandered across it, pushing through tall grasses and unchecked wild flowers.

It had felt peaceful, but then an eerie sensation passed through him. He wasn't sure why he'd wanted to be in there; but now he really wanted to move on. He couldn't say what was making him uncomfortable, maybe the memory of tragedy implied by the location. But it was time to go.
He couldn't find the gap where a gate might have been. Half-laughing at himself, calling himself all manner of fool, he finally applied some reason to the bizarre situation. The field wasn't so big, nor the grass so tall that he couldn't see over it, but he patently couldn't see the way out. He would simply follow the wall instead. It had to eventually lead to the gate, didn't it?
The sun slipped behind the horizon and he hadn't come home. It was quite late before his wife raised the alarm, having spent some time getting past her annoyance at a spoiled meal in order to ascertain that he wasn't in any of the local pubs.

His brothers, cousins and friends formed a search party, checking all over town.
The Connemara man's grandad was amongst those who retraced the route back to his place of work.
By now it was nearly midnight and the empty bog was pitch black, with no moon to speak of to guide them. They called his name and listened intently. No response was heard.
It was morning before he was found, still walking around and around the field.
One of his work-mates and two of his brothers stood outside the perimeter calling his name. He appeared blank, unhearing, but with an expression of utter desperation and exhaustion. He did not look up, nor even acknowledge that they were there.

Finally his eldest brother grabbed him by the arm, as he staggered by the gap in the wall. He looked at them with haunted eyes and gabbled words about hunger. So much hunger. He was famished. Then he collapsed.
He was carried home and nursed by his worried wife. He appeared aged and frail, shocked to the core. His weariness far out-stripped that expected of any healthy man in the prime of his life, even one who'd been walking all night.
And he was so hungry, always hungry, in a way which no food could abate. He never recovered and died within the week.
We asked his great-nephew what the cause had been, but the Connemara man just shrugged and said, "Something like general debility." Then he shivered and reached for his pint. It was a story that he'd been told by his grandfather and he believed it.
Right then, in that place and time, looking at his expression, so did we.

http://wizzley.com/fear-gortha-the-irish-hungry-grass/