What is the creepiest thing to have ever happened to you?

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  • dee123dee123 Posts: 46,195
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  • verbotenverboten Posts: 75
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    Jamie6747 wrote: »
    My Young Visitor?
    This occurred in March 1992. I vividly remember the occasion as if it had happened yesterday.

    It was a Sunday afternoon in early March; typically for the time of year; cold, windy and rather gloomy. I had had lunch; there was a nice log fire in the sitting room, the TV was on, and I settled in my arm chair to watch the afternoon film. There was one slight drawback to my comfy little world - I would have to return to work about 4 pm. I was employed as a stockman and there were cattle to be fed.

    My cottage was situated in a hamlet in the county of Dorset in southern England. The few houses in the hamlet were spread over a wide area. I had one close neighbour but the other houses were some distance away.

    The cottage was said to date from the seventeenth century, and in a former life, the lean-to shed which was then my garage, had been the village Blacksmith's workplace where all the working horses in the area would come for re-shoe-ing. The garage still bears signs of a soot blackened wall presumably from the forge.

    Up to this time I had lived in the cottage for eight years, almost without any untoward incidences. I say almost, because every once in a while I would swear I heard a child coughing. There was also the time when late one night I heard what sounded like grown-up's heavy footsteps slowly climbing the stairs. The seventh stair always creaked, and it creaked on this night. The hair on the back of my neck stood-up and I waited for the bedroom door to open. But it didn't.

    One afternoon, I was having a casual chat with one of my neighbours who was quite excited about some of the results she had uncovered when delving into the history of the hamlet. "And did you know that two children had died from consumption in your house?" She exclaimed. Consumption is the ancient name for tuberculoses or TB. No, I didn't know, but in an unlikely way, it may be an explanation why I would imagine I occasionally hear a child coughing. Let me make it quite clear, I was neither a believer nor non-believer in anything to do with the paranormal.

    As a precaution, I locked the cottage door as the stairs went up just inside the front door. A Sunday afternoon intruder could help himself from upstairs and I would be none the wiser. Also, I had friends who sometimes arrived unannounced on a Sunday. Their young boy aged four would race in and climb all over me if I was having a doze. If they arrive I would unlock the door and let them in.

    I had been having a nap. When I awoke, I immediately became aware that I was not alone. The TV was still on and the fire had burned low. My first reaction was how my friends had got in since I distinctly remembered locking the door. Then I realised that the little person standing close-by wasn't my friend's young boy...

    Imagine you are sitting in a chair facing the TV. To your right, and angled a little forward, is a small person. I didn't have to turn my head, just moving my eyes a little to the right gave me a good view. Standing not more than three feet away appearing to be watching the TV screen, was a small child. It was standing so close to the arm of my chair I could not see anything below its waist. I estimated the height to be in the three feet region, 90 cm.

    The child was dressed in a smock with, and what I still remember most vividly, a deep - about five inches wide - beautiful lace collar. The front of the smock was gathered into what I can only describe as narrow pleats in a line across the chest and just below the level of the collar points. The hair appeared to be well brushed, covering the ears and must have been longer than shoulder length because I could not see the lower line. I had a clear side-view of the child's pretty face.

    All the while the child was staring intently at the TV screen. Not once did it move. I have no idea what sex it was. It could easily have been a young boy with long hair and wearing a smock. The most striking thing was the colour. Everything I could see was a pale lemon colour, the hair, skin and the smock-all a lemon yellow colour.

    I don't know how long I had observed this child - but it was probably no more than two minutes. I had decided to attempt to make some sort of contact. I decided to turn my head and look straight at it. That was a mistake. As my eyes faced it head on it very slowly disappeared. My feelings at the time were a mixture of joy and sadness, and definitely not scary. I never saw it again.

    I moved from the cottage a few years later and have never met the new owners. If I did, I doubt if I would tell them of the little lost child. But who knows - perhaps they sometimes hear a child with a nasty cough.

    Busted on another thread!!:D
  • Phoenix LazarusPhoenix Lazarus Posts: 17,305
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    verboten wrote: »
    Busted on another thread!!:D

    'Busted?'
  • HenryGartenHenryGarten Posts: 24,800
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    verboten wrote: »
    Busted on another thread!!:D

    Yes busted
  • [Deleted User][Deleted User] Posts: 1,304
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    Please stop saying busted.
  • HenryGartenHenryGarten Posts: 24,800
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    Jenbonjovi wrote: »
    Please stop saying busted.

    What is wrong with saying busted when it is appropiate?
  • eyesw/outafaceeyesw/outaface Posts: 460
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    Anyone known or come across a killer?
  • HenryGartenHenryGarten Posts: 24,800
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    Anyone known or come across a killer?

    Many years ago I rented a room in a house from a man who was later accused of being a mass killer.
  • eyesw/outafaceeyesw/outaface Posts: 460
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    Many years ago I rented a room in a house from a man who was later accused of being a mass killer.

    Wasn't in Gloucester by any chance? :eek:

    In terms of creepy happenings nothing much from me except from about 10 or so years ago when staying around my parents.

    Have a habit of walking around in the dark and was walking towards the kitchen for a midnight nibble when I suddenly felt like I had walked through someone!! I'm male and 6ft 2 but I immediately felt like a weepy 10 year old. Felt absolute terror for the first and only time in my life so far..
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    This is nothing compared to some of the stories I've just read, but yesterday I went downstairs and the TV was turned on, displaying the fuzzy "white noise", like when you have the wrong channel selected.

    I'm a bit of a technophobe and I can't work these new TVs with their tiny buttons, so I left it for my mum to turn off as she was due home in 5 minutes.

    When she came in through the door, we chatted a little and I said "oh by the way, the TV turned itself on. Can you turn it off?"

    She went through to the living room and called out "it is turned off".

    I'm sure there's a logical explanation for it, probably one of my cats or something but it freaked me out!
  • jsmith99jsmith99 Posts: 20,382
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    Anyone known or come across a killer?

    Only by marriage ... not a blood relation.
  • Littlegreen42Littlegreen42 Posts: 19,963
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    vinba wrote: »
    I walked up some stairs once and saw a Black cat walk past and lick it's paw. I looked away and then back and the same cat came again and licked it's paw. I though how strange and commented 'Deja Vu' to my associates.

    They looked really shocked and started running this way and that headlong into walls and one even ran of the balcony all screaming "Men in Burton's suits!!...aarrrghhhhhh.....no sequel for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"

    I suddenly woke up and was sitting next to a complete and utter div who kept repeating "There is no spoon" whilst staring at a fork

    He then gave me a bowl of something that looked like congealed snot.

    I then saw a blue pill and thought. Any thing's better than sitting next to this idiot and suddenly I was sitting in front of my computer typing this.

    Fell asleep researching Viagra on the internet?
  • HenryGartenHenryGarten Posts: 24,800
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    Wasn't in Gloucester by any chance? :eek:

    In terms of creepy happenings nothing much from me except from about 10 or so years ago when staying around my parents.

    Have a habit of walking around in the dark and was walking towards the kitchen for a midnight nibble when I suddenly felt like I had walked through someone!! I'm male and 6ft 2 but I immediately felt like a weepy 10 year old. Felt absolute terror for the first and only time in my life so far..

    Aw the Gloucester chap was pretty amateur compared to my ex landlord.
  • [Deleted User][Deleted User] Posts: 454
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    Anyone known or come across a killer?

    My great aunt moved to London for a year when she was 18 and ended up living in the same building as John Reginald Christie during his murdering days.
  • JulesFJulesF Posts: 6,461
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    My great aunt moved to London for a year when she was 18 and ended up living in the same building as John Reginald Christie during his murdering days.

    :eek:

    Was she still there when the bodies were found?
  • [Deleted User][Deleted User] Posts: 454
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    I don't think so, as far as I'm aware she was only there for a few months before she decided to move back home. She passed away when I was a child and my grandfather told me a while ago, it was before he met her though, so he didn't know too much about it.
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    Ok here's mine: Please bare in mind that I am in no way a believer of any of this stuff, it still doesn't explain how or why the following took place and it still puzzles me to this day. Please ignore my poor grammar, this is the first time I've told anybody apart from close friends and relatives.

    This happened in October 2003, a memorable date because it was the wife's 25th birthday, so we heard via friends about a nice village type pub which served food till late out in the sticks. So we get ready and head out (I always remember what my wife was wearing, a red jacket, black skirt with flowers on, black tights and I remember she had new shoes on) into the Monmouthshire countryside, when we arrive at our destination 30 minutes later there is a very thick fog around this village, If I remember correctly the village/area we were visiting was Trellech? Could be wrong.

    We parked the car in the pub car park and decided to have a quiet little stroll around the picturesque village and see what else it had to offer in way of shops etc.. As we rounded a corner we come upon an embankment by a river, the wife grabbed my right arm and tugged me back saying "stop there is somebody there" I hadn't noticed but through the thick fog I could then see an oldish guy looking straight towards me and the wife. He had a white beard and to this day has always reminded me of a portly uncle Albert from foold & horses.

    For some reason I chose to ignore my wife at this point and mustered an awkward "is it always this foggy around here?" or something along those lines to the old guy.

    This is where it started to get weird, he started walking towards us, he hadn't replied to my greeting, he was looking directly at my wife when he said "Have you seen Blackie?" the wife mumbled a "Sorry" back to him and at this point it was clearly visible that the man was in quite some distress. I proceeded to ask him (thinking it was obviously a dog) what breed he was and where did he last see "Blackie".. He didn't respond to any of my questions and it was as if he couldn't see me at all, but he was transfixed with my wife but at the same time not really responding coherently to her either.

    After about one minute he turned back and towards the river bank and shouted "Blackie where are you, for the love of god" me and the wife both looked each other and I whispered to her that maybe he was the village drunk. I then motioned to wife that we should head directly to the pub and maybe somebody inside would know the fellow and be able to assist him better than we could.

    At this point both and the wife presumed that either A: he was a drunk or B: He had actually lost his dog and the likely hood was that Blackie was being swept down river. So we into the pub, forget the name, it was pretty busy and very warm, people appeared jovial enough and we made our way to the bar where a lady in her 50's or 60's asked us with a smile, "did you find it ok then?" "Bloody Fog" we laughed and smiled back to her, then I mentioned the old guy on the riverbank, told her everything that happened, told her about the lost dog called "Blackie" and as soon as the word Blackie left my mouth, the color in the her face drained and she kind of staggered back a little.

    She kept saying "Blackie are you sure"? she was holding her hands over her mouth and looked stunned, she then asked about the man and I described him to her. She then burst into tears and some men who were playing pool behind us ran over to comfort her. It was at this time that I noticed that my wife had turned the same colour, like the life had drained out of her, she was staring past me, over the bar and towards an old photograph that had seen better days. It showed an old man, with a border collie, underneath the photo was a newspaper clipping, which read "Local Man dies trying to rescue pet dog"

    It was him and it was Blackie. I felt a shudder through my spine and turned around to see the whole pub looking at me and I literally ran out back to the car. I even left my wife in the pub, I stood outside for a minute trying to sort my head out, I felt drunk but I had yet to drink anything. The wife ambled out about 2 minutes later and grabbed me and said "let's get the **** out of here". So that's what we did, not a word was spoken on that drive home, but we did speak of it in the following days and it eventually left us.

    I'll never forget that night, neither will the wife, to this day it still send a shiver down my spine. :(
  • Dean DareDean Dare Posts: 545
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    Ok here's mine,

    In early 90's I bought my first house (£27000! Those were the days) and a mate moved in with me as a lodger, one day I came downstairs and tv was on, I assumed terry had done it but when I asked him he denied it next night I was laying in bed when I heard the tv come on and footsteps go upstairs into Terry's room and his door close, as I had to pay the bills I thought I had best go and turn it off and decided to have a word with terry in the morning, imagine my surprise then when early next day whilst eating breakfast in comes terry, I asked him when he went out and he replied that he never came home last night (dirty dog) I told him what happened so we checked his room but found nothing.


    Next day I came home from work to find all my videos stacked in 2 neat pillars from floor to ceiling in the middle room, when terry came home from work I said to him very funny how long did it take, but he had no idea what I was talking about.

    For most of my time in that house I kept hearing footsteps and the telly was always coming on, until my wife moved in then it all stopped overnight.

    Forgot to mention I had a lovely collie cross called Ben who I had to leave with my parents as he refused point blank to enter my house
  • 21stCenturyBoy21stCenturyBoy Posts: 44,493
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    Jamie6747 wrote: »
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    Very, very interesting story!
  • evie71evie71 Posts: 1,372
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    Jamie6747 wrote: »
    My Young Visitor?
    This occurred in March 1992. I vividly remember the occasion as if it had happened yesterday.

    It was a Sunday afternoon in early March; typically for the time of year; cold, windy and rather gloomy. I had had lunch; there was a nice log fire in the sitting room, the TV was on, and I settled in my arm chair to watch the afternoon film. There was one slight drawback to my comfy little world - I would have to return to work about 4 pm. I was employed as a stockman and there were cattle to be fed.

    My cottage was situated in a hamlet in the county of Dorset in southern England. The few houses in the hamlet were spread over a wide area. I had one close neighbour but the other houses were some distance away.

    The cottage was said to date from the seventeenth century, and in a former life, the lean-to shed which was then my garage, had been the village Blacksmith's workplace where all the working horses in the area would come for re-shoe-ing. The garage still bears signs of a soot blackened wall presumably from the forge.

    Up to this time I had lived in the cottage for eight years, almost without any untoward incidences. I say almost, because every once in a while I would swear I heard a child coughing. There was also the time when late one night I heard what sounded like grown-up's heavy footsteps slowly climbing the stairs. The seventh stair always creaked, and it creaked on this night. The hair on the back of my neck stood-up and I waited for the bedroom door to open. But it didn't.

    One afternoon, I was having a casual chat with one of my neighbours who was quite excited about some of the results she had uncovered when delving into the history of the hamlet. "And did you know that two children had died from consumption in your house?" She exclaimed. Consumption is the ancient name for tuberculoses or TB. No, I didn't know, but in an unlikely way, it may be an explanation why I would imagine I occasionally hear a child coughing. Let me make it quite clear, I was neither a believer nor non-believer in anything to do with the paranormal.

    As a precaution, I locked the cottage door as the stairs went up just inside the front door. A Sunday afternoon intruder could help himself from upstairs and I would be none the wiser. Also, I had friends who sometimes arrived unannounced on a Sunday. Their young boy aged four would race in and climb all over me if I was having a doze. If they arrive I would unlock the door and let them in.

    I had been having a nap. When I awoke, I immediately became aware that I was not alone. The TV was still on and the fire had burned low. My first reaction was how my friends had got in since I distinctly remembered locking the door. Then I realised that the little person standing close-by wasn't my friend's young boy...

    Imagine you are sitting in a chair facing the TV. To your right, and angled a little forward, is a small person. I didn't have to turn my head, just moving my eyes a little to the right gave me a good view. Standing not more than three feet away appearing to be watching the TV screen, was a small child. It was standing so close to the arm of my chair I could not see anything below its waist. I estimated the height to be in the three feet region, 90 cm.

    The child was dressed in a smock with, and what I still remember most vividly, a deep - about five inches wide - beautiful lace collar. The front of the smock was gathered into what I can only describe as narrow pleats in a line across the chest and just below the level of the collar points. The hair appeared to be well brushed, covering the ears and must have been longer than shoulder length because I could not see the lower line. I had a clear side-view of the child's pretty face.

    All the while the child was staring intently at the TV screen. Not once did it move. I have no idea what sex it was. It could easily have been a young boy with long hair and wearing a smock. The most striking thing was the colour. Everything I could see was a pale lemon colour, the hair, skin and the smock-all a lemon yellow colour.

    I don't know how long I had observed this child - but it was probably no more than two minutes. I had decided to attempt to make some sort of contact. I decided to turn my head and look straight at it. That was a mistake. As my eyes faced it head on it very slowly disappeared. My feelings at the time were a mixture of joy and sadness, and definitely not scary. I never saw it again.

    I moved from the cottage a few years later and have never met the new owners. If I did, I doubt if I would tell them of the little lost child. But who knows - perhaps they sometimes hear a child with a nasty cough.

    And you were five at the time:rolleyes:
  • Phoenix LazarusPhoenix Lazarus Posts: 17,305
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    evie71 wrote: »
    And you were five at the time:rolleyes:

    Yes-I've just checked his profile, too! Born in 1987!;)
  • 21stCenturyBoy21stCenturyBoy Posts: 44,493
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    Gevans81 wrote: »
    Ok here's mine: Please bare in mind that I am in no way a believer of any of this stuff, it still doesn't explain how or why the following took place and it still puzzles me to this day. Please ignore my poor grammar, this is the first time I've told anybody apart from close friends and relatives.

    This happened in October 2003, a memorable date because it was the wife's 25th birthday, so we heard via friends about a nice village type pub which served food till late out in the sticks. So we get ready and head out (I always remember what my wife was wearing, a red jacket, black skirt with flowers on, black tights and I remember she had new shoes on) into the Monmouthshire countryside, when we arrive at our destination 30 minutes later there is a very thick fog around this village, If I remember correctly the village/area we were visiting was Trellech? Could be wrong.

    We parked the car in the pub car park and decided to have a quiet little stroll around the picturesque village and see what else it had to offer in way of shops etc.. As we rounded a corner we come upon an embankment by a river, the wife grabbed my right arm and tugged me back saying "stop there is somebody there" I hadn't noticed but through the thick fog I could then see an oldish guy looking straight towards me and the wife. He had a white beard and to this day has always reminded me of a portly uncle Albert from foold & horses.

    For some reason I chose to ignore my wife at this point and mustered an awkward "is it always this foggy around here?" or something along those lines to the old guy.

    This is where it started to get weird, he started walking towards us, he hadn't replied to my greeting, he was looking directly at my wife when he said "Have you seen Blackie?" the wife mumbled a "Sorry" back to him and at this point it was clearly visible that the man was in quite some distress. I proceeded to ask him (thinking it was obviously a dog) what breed he was and where did he last see "Blackie".. He didn't respond to any of my questions and it was as if he couldn't see me at all, but he was transfixed with my wife but at the same time not really responding coherently to her either.

    After about one minute he turned back and towards the river bank and shouted "Blackie where are you, for the love of god" me and the wife both looked each other and I whispered to her that maybe he was the village drunk. I then motioned to wife that we should head directly to the pub and maybe somebody inside would know the fellow and be able to assist him better than we could.

    At this point both and the wife presumed that either A: he was a drunk or B: He had actually lost his dog and the likely hood was that Blackie was being swept down river. So we into the pub, forget the name, it was pretty busy and very warm, people appeared jovial enough and we made our way to the bar where a lady in her 50's or 60's asked us with a smile, "did you find it ok then?" "Bloody Fog" we laughed and smiled back to her, then I mentioned the old guy on the riverbank, told her everything that happened, told her about the lost dog called "Blackie" and as soon as the word Blackie left my mouth, the color in the her face drained and she kind of staggered back a little.

    She kept saying "Blackie are you sure"? she was holding her hands over her mouth and looked stunned, she then asked about the man and I described him to her. She then burst into tears and some men who were playing pool behind us ran over to comfort her. It was at this time that I noticed that my wife had turned the same colour, like the life had drained out of her, she was staring past me, over the bar and towards an old photograph that had seen better days. It showed an old man, with a border collie, underneath the photo was a newspaper clipping, which read "Local Man dies trying to rescue pet dog"

    It was him and it was Blackie. I felt a shudder through my spine and turned around to see the whole pub looking at me and I literally ran out back to the car. I even left my wife in the pub, I stood outside for a minute trying to sort my head out, I felt drunk but I had yet to drink anything. The wife ambled out about 2 minutes later and grabbed me and said "let's get the **** out of here". So that's what we did, not a word was spoken on that drive home, but we did speak of it in the following days and it eventually left us.

    I'll never forget that night, neither will the wife, to this day it still send a shiver down my spine. :(

    Bloody hell, that read like a Tale Of The Unexpected story!

    Have you ever been back since?
  • Phoenix LazarusPhoenix Lazarus Posts: 17,305
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    Many years ago I rented a room in a house from a man who was later accused of being a mass killer.
    Wasn't in Gloucester by any chance? :eek:
    Aw the Gloucester chap was pretty amateur compared to my ex landlord.

    So who was your ex-landlord, HenryGarten?
  • HenryGartenHenryGarten Posts: 24,800
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    So who was your ex-landlord, HenryGarten?

    He was this man

    The first thing he ever said to me was "Henry can I have the name of your doctor in case you get knocked down in the street?"

    Did I ever see a thing during the time I stayed in his house. NO

    Did I ever suspect anything? NO

    I was hoping to get rich selling my story. But the reality is I would have had to make it up.
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    This happened when I was about 5. I shared a room with my brother, and had the top bunk. I woke up, and saw a figure in the room, very tall, with white robes and sort of gladiator sandals on. It's the sandals and height that really stuck in my mind. I looked at him for a while, he was in the doorway, then I don't know if I fell back to sleep or he disappeared.

    I'm not a believer in the supernatural, and I was a very imaginative child -- but this incident still seems vivid in a way that other childhood events don't, and I think about it now and again.
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