Has anything genuinely creepy or unnerving ever happened to you?

I'm not superstitious at all but the (now wife) would always salute a magpie.

anyway got engaged Easter Sunday 5 years ago and where in her parents house having a meal with her grandmother to celebrate, the grandmother asked me to go to the shop for her (5 minutes away) when I drove the car back in a magpie flew across me and for some strange reason I said out loud to it "don't you be ruining my day"

Got to the front door and all I could hear was the loudest wail I have ever heard, the Grandmother got a phonecall her son (my wife's uncle) dropped dead.

A day I will never forget, since then when I see a magpie in the garden I call him by the uncles name.

My Grandson gave up his room for me whilst on a visit to rural Mayo. Pitch black night and I wake up to a dragging scratching noise. Then it stops. Then it starts again. I think it's something being dragged around outside the window. Or maybe something in the wall cavity.

Start, stop, start stop. Grandad is getting a bit concerned now, what the hell is it? Scratching, dragging..... silence! This is going on for an hour...

I didn't even know he had a hamster...... little fecker in his cage on top of a wardrobe coming out for a bit of nocturnal exercise on the wheel!

JupiterKid wrote: »

For several months over the summer of 2001, I had recurring nightmares of airplanes crashing into buildings.

Google has for some reason decided to present me with an asteroid story every couple of days for the past few weeks. I hope that's not a premonition:eek::D

vriesmays wrote: »

When I was 5 two older brothers hassled me, one told the other to kick me in the shin and he did. A few months back the first brother had his leg amputated.

I don't get that? Are you thinking that because your brother instructed your other brother to kick you in the shin that the amputation of his leg years later was payback for that instigation? If that's the case we'd all probably be legless.

I once saw a magpie eating a, still living, baby bird. Stopped “saluting” them after that.

Seeing birds eating.....thats real creepy stuff.

decky1 wrote: »

Yea a medium told my daughter that her mam was seeing someone else, TRUE as it happens.

Was the medium the someone else?

Edit: damn you, blinding.

Theres a Georgan house built on the farm, it's in the yard so I'm always around it. My grandparents lived in the house and then sister lived in it when she was younger with my niece who was only 3/4 at the time. Before my grand parents lived in it, it was empty for 100 years, theres no history to the house that I'm aware of. Anyway some nights my niece would run into her mam saying theres a child at the end of the bed looking at me, this happened a few times. Later on I find out my father's brother who was a baby at the time died. I never liked being in the house and I dont like going into the yard once it goes passed 8pm, weirdly with windows being broke no birds nest in the house. A man came one day to "clear" the house. He says theres black water underneath it and no good will come of anyone in it. Scared the shíte out of me. Anyway it's being knocked next year, got a call out of the blue, your man who came to clear the house said if its knocked all the rubble has to be taken off the farm. Dont know whether its coincidence he rang or he felt something. Anyway I'm off to bed, not sure if its coincidental that my bedroom window looks directly up to the house

davidk1394 wrote: »

Theres a Georgan house built on the farm, it's in the yard so I'm always around it. My grandparents lived in the house and then sister lived in it when she was younger with my niece who was only 3/4 at the time. Before my grand parents lived in it, it was empty for 100 years, theres no history to the house that I'm aware of. Anyway some nights my niece would run into her mam saying theres a child at the end of the bed looking at me, this happened a few times. Later on I find out my father's brother who was a baby at the time died. I never liked being in the house and I dont like going into the yard once it goes passed 8pm, weirdly with windows being broke no birds nest in the house. A man came one day to "clear" the house. He says theres black water underneath it and no good will come of anyone in it. Scared the shíte out of me. Anyway it's being knocked next year, got a call out of the blue, your man who came to clear the house said if its knocked all the rubble has to be taken off the farm. Dont know whether its coincidence he rang or he felt something. Anyway I'm off to bed, not sure if its coincidental that my bedroom window looks directly up to the house

Pic please

Dtp1979 wrote: »

Pic please

I'll post one in the morning

Is there any good way of knowing the actual age of a house?
The one I live in is on maps in 1830s but no idea of how long it could have been built before that.
Anyway on occasion, when I'm in that half awake/asleep state, I'd nearly swear I can hear chatting & voices coming from the kitchen area, just in that soft undertone which means you know chat is going on but such soft murmurings that you can't hear the words. Twice I've heard a door close & when I go to find an open window & draft causing it, the doors are open :pac:

dr gonzo wrote: »

I was browsing Reddit and came across a thread like this that had some interesting stories.

That is bizarre

In your OP, the second story:

"I was driving a shortcut from Twentynine Palms, CA to Albuquerque, NM. Twentynine Palms is located in the desolate high desert east of LA. The shortcut was all two lane road through total nothingness, except for passing through Amboy, CA. Amboy is a nearly abandoned town nearly as far below sea level as Death Valley, with a dormant volcano and lava field on one side and a salt flat on the other. It was also, at the time, a hotspot for satanic group activity"
So I was driving by myself in the afternoon. I stopped in Amboy and snapped a picture of the city sign, just to prove I was there to friends who dared me to take that route to I-40. I got back in my car and proceeded to drive up into the mountain range between Amboy and I-40.

I went to Coachella in 2007.

When the festival was over the next day I drove with my then husband from Joshua Tree Nat Park towards Las Vegas, along that exact same route that second story states - see pic.

We turned onto the road about 4.30pm - later than we had planned to set off after Joshua Tree Pk visit. The map and guidebook said it would take about an hour to get to Amboy. I too, like that fella wanted to stop and get a pic of the old gas station/motel sign.

Anyway we turn onto the road and there was literally nothing around us. Just desert - very Area 51 stuff. Initially it was a bit of a novelty but after about 50 mins driving and seeing nothing in front of us at all other than more and more straight road and nothing around to left or right and realising we were actually very low on petrol as we didn't think the drive would take that long and we were heading to a gas station etc... I started to get a bit weird and started stressing a bit, I could sense my husband was too a tad, it was getting dark and I was agitated there was no sign of this bloody Amboy.

Suddenly out of nowhere after seeing no cars for the entire duration of the trip, my husband looked in the rear view mirror and looked a bit put out. I looked back and behind us about 6 metres back was a really dodge 'typical hillbilly American' pick up truck. There was one driver in it, a bloke. He stayed driving behind us for about another 15 mins, about the same distance all the time, never tried to take over.

I, being a mad fan of all things serial killer movies and such was literally freaking out. My husband was a big fella, and a very cool sort, but I kept catching him out of my peripheral vision looking at times in the mirror. He was really quiet. And honestly looked perturbed to me.

The fella kept driving behind us.

At that stage we started discussing at and I aired how weird it was and what he was up to. Basically I was ****ting my pants.

All of a sudden, after him being behind us for 15 mins, we saw a sign for Amboy and and the driver suddenly and sharply took off to a dirt track. He almost skidded doing so.

I never felt so relieved in my life. We discussed it for months after how freaky it was.

Ironically when we got to Amboy, it was like something out of Deliverance and they wouldn't give my husband gas as our tank was under 1/4 full and said 'No boy only in emergencies" or something to that effect, and told us to keep driving towards the Mohave Desert Nat Park.

It was at stage I lost it in tears in the car.

Never forgotten that drive to Amboy...