Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

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KM792 wrote: »

Can someone offer a rational explanation to this please?
Started reading through this thread from the start recently (currently on page 115) anyway,this morning reading away with about 20 mins,I hear the front gate being opened and it's a family member calling round.
He comes round the back of the house and must enter and leave as I hear the door clearly open and close twice.
Didn't call anyone's name or anything but saw no-one downstairs so left.(I pretended not to be here).
My room is to the front so I looked out and saw him walk up the terrace.
I go downstairs to make a coffee and both doors front and back are locked.There would have been no way for him to get in but I heard the door being opened and closed vividly.
This is starting to unnerve me esp given the date ..did I just imagine the sound in my head because I anticipated the door opening?

• Maybe you didn't hear the door actually open, but heard the family member try the door twice (perhaps you have a sliding door).
• They have a key.
  
  No sliding door and definitely no key.
  Every person knows the noise their front and back door makes when it closes right?Its unmistakeable.
  Ya the more I think about this one it's weirding me out.

Amiyah Rhythmic Specialization wrote: »

I`ve followed this thread for a while and find it quite interesting so I`ll throw my two cents

Anyway I was about 5-6 years old and it was around march/april of that year, I had gotten a boxing bag and gloves for Christmas that year and was outside wearing the gloves while playing with a couple of friends. I turned around and there was a car just pulling up at the curb facing towards the exit road of the estate and in the car (a dark grey Toyota starlet) was a man in his early to mid twenties (I can still picture him as clear as day).

He rolled the window down on the drivers side and with a big grin initiated conversation. He had started by asking my name and who my friends were, where I lived and then started talking about my boxing gloves and how I must of been the "big man" and "the boss" with them on. He then asked me (and only me) to help him find a housing estate nearby (in hindsight he has to pass it to get to where I live and he mispronounced it like he read it off the sign rather than be verbally told the name). When I told him no he said he would bring me into the shop on the way back and buy me what I wanted, he was very insistent my parents wouldn't mind and that he would bring me right back.

at this point alarms started to ring in my head, I was one of them kids that clinged to their parents so the thought of going anywhere with a stranger was out of the question so I backed away and moved toward my house. He started the car and made a hasty retreat once he realised I wasn't going with him.

I really didn't think much of it at the time, it was only as the years passed that I realised what probably would of happed to me if I had of gotten in the car and how potentially different life could of been.