Creepy Things That Have Happened to You

[Cailin]

the fact that i ws just sitting here thinking of starting a "creepy" thread cause i looked over and noticed my door is still open, at 11 pm.... and then i see this thread... maybe i should go close the front door....

[cinnamongrrl]

One morning I was in bed nursing my oldest daughter, Clarissa. My mind wandered a tad..and I began to consider a lamp that we received as a wedding gift. It was a touch lamp, and as I looked at it I started thinking...what would I do if the light just turned on? Knowing full well that the light can ONLY be turned on by touching it....and I focused on that thought...very intently...and I SWEAR by God and all the Saints and on my kids' souls, the light suddenly turned on.

I admit, I got really freaked out by this and I got up with the baby and turned the light off the usual way. I think I may have even unplugged it...

[Gráinne]

Last week, my daughter and I were checking out the outside of a house we were considering renting. It was an older home, late 1800's, with a huge tree in the backyard. As we were looking around, something out of the corner of my eye made me look towards one of the bedroom windows,where I thought I glimpsed a figure looking out (the place was empty). It's not that it was scary, but something was "wrong" around the big tree. I also had mixed feelings of "home" and "something wrong" when we went up the huge old steps in front to peek in the front rooms.

As we drove off down the street, an orb suddenly flew up in front of the windshield and over the back of the car. There were no other cars around, no lightening, and the nearest streetlight was farther down the street.

The last couple days, I've had that "something's wrong" sense in parts of my apartment, which already had creepy things going on. Of course, I later found out that the house we were looking at had several deaths in it and a murder .

[Ascot]

We lived in England when I was quite young. I think I'd just turned 5 and my mother had signed me up for highland dancing lessons, scratchy kilt and all. Even at that young age I went by myself because the classes were in a newish addition to an ancient church directly across the street from our home. It was really more of a village, the town of Pinner, in those days, and street was very quiet. Too, I knew to look for cars. I would scoot across the road, let myself though a gate that had to have been at least 300 years old, the church itself dating back to the 14th century, waltz through the headstones and enter the recreation hall. We lived on Church Lane in a lovely house named Yew Tree Cottage.

The classes were held in a brightly lighted room attached to the church. The main part of the church, specifically the area near the altar could be seen through a doorway at the far end of the room, but with the bit of difficultly that often comes with peering into a darker space whilst surrounded by brightness. One evening, a couple of months in, I had a little break and wandered over to that opening and stood there, leaning on the door frame, looking into the church, up the length of the nave to the altar area. Once my eyes adjusted I realized I was seeing an old monk praying at the rail. He was wearing the traditional long, brown, woolen robe with what looked like a rope belt. His garb was not unusual and I had seen others walking around town similarly attired. I wasn't especially interested in him, per se, until I realized that though he was kneeling, his knees were not touching the floor. He was about 8 inches above it. There, praying peacefully, not touching the floor. As I watched, he got to his feet, still not touching the floor, and made his way out through a door on the side of the church. I was gobsmacked and thrilled and couldn't wait to rush across the street to tell my dad, he being the progenitor of both my person and my already burgeoning love of all things spooky. The remaining hour or so of class seemed interminable.

When I eventually got home I immediately told my father and he was as excited as I was. The next day we walked together to the church and he inquired about what I'd seen. I rather suspect he was expecting either a shocked reaction or blank stares. Instead the woman in the office said, "Oh, yes, that's brother so and so. He's been about for years." When asked about his floatiness, she explained that when he'd been alive, evidently several centuries earlier, the floor in the church had been higher. About 8 inches higher.


This is the kid I was at the time, sitting in the cottage window...

[Orema]

Once I had a horrible argument with my ex husband. I was standing in the hallway crying really hard. Suddenly i heard a voice say, "everything will be all right." And I immediately knew it was my maternal grandmother speaking to me, though I never heard her voice because she died the week I was born.

I don't believe in ghosts nor angels, but I heard her voice that day when I was crying uncontrollably.

[cinnamongrrl]

I’d love to bump this thread for some new stories! I’ll post as well. It’s just hard writing lengthy things from my phone..

[Kätzchen]

Yesterday at work, a coworker threw a huge hissy (conniption) fit, over a simple mistake I made when I checked out a client. She knew it was simple to fix on the iPad/airPad, but she kept up with her very bad behavior. But it all backfired on her because the client waiting on me during her hissy fit?? They gave me a generous tip for being kind despite the mistreatment by my coworker.

Clients waiting for me, who observed this childish temper tantrum creepy stuff, gave me really thoughtful compliments and tips, and one client bought a lot of products from my recommendations I spoke about during their service request.

It just goes to show that if you take the high road, and not get ensnared in another person’s creepy behavioral choices, then you reap the positive consequences of a very unattractive situation.