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

Totality said:
He could hear me talking to someone so went into my room and turned the light on. I was sitting up wide awake but no one was there. He asked who I was talking to and I replied "The old lady. We often have talks at nightime. She's really friendly."
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I would have killed you there and then :p
 
I've typed this out before, but cant seem to find it. :/

Anyway, I dont remember when exactly this was, sometime in the last year and a half anyway. So I have trouble sleeping sometimes, and to entertain myself I take the car out and go out driving up the back roads in the hills for a couple of hours, it funny how everything looks different at night.

Regardless, this night I was driving around and I'd went and got a bit lost, trying to find my way back to a road that I knew to get home again. I should imagine it was 2 or 3 am or so, though I don't remember, it was pitch black, a moonless night or a thick cloud cover. I'm sure you've experienced this before, that need, that urge, the thought that you can't possibly hold it in any longer as if you don't relieve yourself soon your bladder is going to burst.

So I pull over to the side of the road I was on, thinking whats the harm, no-ones about, and turn the car and lights off. Now I'm near exploding at this point, so I just leave the keys in the car, drivers window down and pratically leap out, run in front of the car and start the needful.

I have to say, it was the best slash I've ever had. It felt like I had the flow rate of the Niagra Falls. You know the type, it goes on for minutes. I'm about mid-way done, in a state of bladder relief bliss, standing at the side of this empty country lane, its pitch black, the only sound uis that of my car radiator ticking as it cools, when I hear this very distinct, very loud "huh-hrrrm" noise from directly behind me, as if someone was clearing their throat, and a sudden feeling that I was very much not alone. Obviously a feeling of horror sets in, as a man, you do feel quite vulnerable when interrupted mid-pee.

I'm standing there thinking theres some sort of crazy, cannabalistic, "The Hills" type mental case right behind me and I'm doing to die getting an axe through my head mid-wee. ******** to that. My pee-stream stops, as some muscle down there clenches up, and I look round.

Theres no-one there.

That in no way makes me feel any better as I still feel I'm being watched, and am acutely aware I left the keys in the car with the drivers window down. "what if they're gone?" I think in horror. My skin crawls.

I'm over to the car and into it like a shot. the keys are still there in the ignition. I start her up and floor it out of there, which in a 2001 1.4 Polo, means I slowly pull away, at a stately speed, so I've plenly of time to look in the rear view mirrors, at the red-illuminated road. Its empty.

I've been back since, during the day, to see if theres a house or something nearby. Took a while to find, as I hadnt a clue where I was at the time. Theres nothing there. At either side of the road, theres just untended fields with wild grass and gorse bushes growing in them. The nearest house I could find was a good mile and a half away.

Buggered if i know what it was.

TLDR; Something interrupted me, mid-pee while lost up a pitch dark country lane.
 
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Morbius said:
Do they?
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Yeah, I've done it several times and its always "felt" weird. I think you interpret anything that does happen while using one as supernatural, as thats what you are strongly suspecting to begin with.

Anyway, they're good craic. I reccommend everyone try it at least once. Its always fun to feel the glass move under your fingertips.
 
My mates mum, honest as they come was in the house at Xmas time on her own. She told me this story direct.

A carol singer came to the door, middle aged female with 2 children dressed in completely victorian clothes. They sang a carol, smiled and left. No one else in the village got a carol singer that night as she asked all her neighbours. Wierd, elaborate prank or paranormal....you decide!

My old house where I grew up definately felt haunted. We had the local bishop come and bless it. He put a holy water cross on all the doors in the house. Used to hear all kinds of noises, doors opening in the night. Stuff would randomly go missing, like commodore 64 games (this was the 80's :)) and then appear back the next day. My cat was scratching at a slightly a jar door to get it open. I was walking over to open it, the door opened up a few inches, the cat glanced upwards behind the door (no word of a lie) and the cat ran through.

That will stay with me forever, would never go back to that house.
 
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Hmm, once saw a ghostly figure coming up to me in my Bedroom when I was 9 years old or something. So I ran and seeked refuge in my bed waited until I thought it had passed and never saw it again.

I must have been imagining it, but my pyjamas were soaked to the skin with sweat and fear. Ah, the imagination of a 9 year old Boy running rampant at 2-3am in the morning, perhaps it was relating to a dream or nightmare I awoke from.

I sometimes do go 'looking' for a ghostly fright or other similar unexplained phenomenon but it never seems to happen!
 
My parents used to own a cottage up by Seahouses, one of my grandma's favourite places to visit (We purchased the cottage after she passed).
Not long after she died we got a new cat and took it up with us to the cottage, as soon as he got into the livingroom, he started scratching trying to get under the sofa. We lifted it up to find a passport, it belonged to my grandma... Had us freaked for ages, the cottages weren't even built then, and my parents certainly had no reason to take the passport from their bedside table up there.

EDIT: After reading one of the replies in the thread it brought up another memory: Most mornings, my sister would wake up and tell my parents about an old man that would sit at the end of her bed and say he was called Grandad, she said that they'd talk for ages during the night then he would kiss her on the head and she'd go to sleep. As this became more and more frequent, my parents asked her to describe this person. It was my grand-dad, that had died before either me or my younger sister were even born, there were no photos of this man around anywhere that she could have seen either!
 
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My mother reminded me of this one, when i was about 4 i woke up at around 3am with night terrors, screaming and trashing about.. now i never had night terrors before and never had any since.. at 3am our neighbour had a heart attack and died, at only 34.. not expected at all, his wife later told my mum the time and that he was complaining about chest pains all night, then got up and went for some water.. she heard him fall down the stairs and an "oh god!" then he went silent. They reckon it was the fall that killed him and not the heart attack, no idea how they know for sure.
 
Does anyone else feel a bit spooked being the last one going upstairs at night? I remmeber before some people had the same routine as me, go up the first few normally then its a mad scramble up the rest.:p
 
Freelanc3r said:
I'm sure that's true.

But why do so many unexplained things happen whilst 'playing' them?

They can't all be coincidental
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Maybe the mind is in a state of anxiety and any little thing that trigger that 'feeling' i certainly know even at 29, when i read creepy stuff or watch horror movies all alone i react to every single noise like it was a ghost :D Things that i'd prolly never even notice if not in that frame of mind.

Gerard said:
Does anyone else feel a bit spooked being the last one going upstairs at night? I remmeber before some people had the same routine as me, go up the first few normally then its a mad scramble up the rest.:p
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oddly, yes.. we also have a large mirror right at the top of the stairs and sometimes i'm scared to look at it when i kill the downstairs lights for fear of what i 'might' see :D
 
Gerard said:
Does anyone else feel a bit spooked being the last one going upstairs at night? I remmeber before some people had the same routine as me, go up the first few normally then its a mad scramble up the rest.:p
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Not really, I go down and up the stairs in the pitch black of night most nights.

Thing is, if I read bloody threads like this and my mind is in a state of paranoia, it's not fun. :o
 
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