Ever have anything weird happen to you?

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I love reading personal stories from people who have had weird or inexplicable events happen to them, ghost stories, strange coincedences or just freaky or unusual stuff its all good.

This was brought to mind my a strange thing that happened to me the other night. I was driving home along a quiet country lane at dusk doing 60 mph (the speedlimit) when I entered a long sweeping corner. Suddenly for no apparent reason (no other cars or people in sight, no hazards of any kind, well within the limits of the car and myself) I had the most incredibly strong urge to BRAKE!!! Almost like a physical compulsion. Not being one to fight incredibly strong urges I gradually started to slow down just as I came far enough around the bend to come across a car full of teenagers attempting a three-point-turn in the middle of the road and quite neatly blocking it.

If I hadn’t started slowing there is quite simply no way I could have avoided them and would most likely have plowed straight into their side. I have no idea what happened but that sudden inexplicable urge to slow down most likely saved all our lives.

Please don’t turn this (assuming it takes off) into a raging debate analysing the plausibility or otherwise of the stories, that just makes people unwilling to post even if they have something interesting to relate.

Just go with it…anything interesting ever happen to you?

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Well, actually I had something happen one day last week…

I was at work and had just stepped out for a coffee break. I’ve had some problems at home lately and was feeling kinda depressed, and I was walking through one area on campus where it’s kind of wooded. I remembered once I had seen a red-tailed hawk just sitting on the ground there not ten feet away, and I had been in awe of it. I thought to myself, “gee, it would be nice to see something like that again…”

And I swear, not two seconds later, a beautiful red-tailed hawk came soaring right over my head and looked right at me. It was just awesome. Totally lifted my spirits and made my day.

Coincidence? Who knows…

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Once, in high school while sitting in my ferociously dull Trig class, I felt a sudden wave of Deja-vu. I looked to the classroom door and saw, before it happened, the office helper coming in to get that day’s roll sheet. Pink t-shirt with a dark pink border at the collar and sleeve-hems, blue jeans with a bleach spot below the left pocket, longish curly hair up in a butterfly clip so that it spills up and back. I remember all of it. Sure enough, the girl walks in and gets the roll sheet. My “clairvoyance” ended there.

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Yes, something weird happened to me once. But since i’ve already posted the story in detail two or three times, I’m not going to do it again. It sounds like the scenario of a bad teenager movie (without the pretty girl).
To sum up, when I was a teenager, I spent once a week-end with one of my friends in his paren’ts old country house, in a deserted village. When we were about to go to bed, we began to hear frightening, ghost-like moanings coming apparently from the first floor (the bedroos were on the second floor). The moanings would last a moment, stop, then resume later and lasted until dawn. We barricaded ourselves in one of the bedrooms, pushing furnitures against the door and of course didn’t sleep for the whole night.
On the following day, we called his parents but they didn’t take us seriously and wouldn’t come to pick us up. However, nothing happened during the second night.
Note by te way that I don’t believe in ghosts, so I’m convinced there’s some explanation, but I won’t ever know, since there’s no way we would have left the bedroom to enquire.

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I was working nights. The nurse’s station, and the non patient areas were in the center of the floor, with the patient rooms surrounding it, on the outside walls.
I was cold, so I had a blanket around my shoulders, Not sleeping but very close to it.
Suddenly, I jumped up and bolted down the hall to the room in the farthest corner. As I reached the room, the emergency light/alarm outside the room came on. Everyone else then joined me.
Once we were finished with the crisis, everyone wanted to know why I’d bolted down the hall. They said they all heard and saw the light & alarm just as I was getting to the door.
To this day I know I jumped because I heard the emergency alarm for that room go off.

Another time, different hospital, it was a holiday week-end. The docs were trying to discharge as many people as possible.
They’d been so successful, that the unit next to ours was closed.
The only elevator was between the two units it was old, and very noisy. You could hear it from the far end of the unit.
The stairs wells had no access above the first floor, we were on the 4th floor.
I was in charge, at the desk, doing some paperwork.
I was in direct line of sight to the elevator. It hadn’t opened since I started my shift at 3:00 PM it was now 6:30PM
I could hear a call light going off somewhere. I had one nurse who was a bit lazy, so I got up to light a fire under her to go see her patient.
When I stepped into the hall, no lights were on in our hall, and I realized it was coming from the closed unit.
I didn’t think about there being no access, so I walked over to turn it off, thinking housekeeping had hit it by accident.
I went into the the offending room and flipped the switch.

Before I could get to the end of the hall, it started again. Now, I was annoyed, Someone was screwing with me. I went back in, turned it off again, checked the bathroom and the closet… No one… I even checked uner the bed.
I went back to my unit, but before I could get back to my paperwork, it started again.
I was mildly freaked , so I took someone with me. As we turned the corner if the other hall, it stopped!
I had maintaince come to check it. There was nothing wrong. :eek:

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When working as stage manager for Lend Me A Tenor at the Springer Opera House, one of the actresses and I had an interesting experience.

Part of her costume for one scene included opera length gloves. One night during the performance she had encountered difficulty with a costume change and was running late for her next entrance. When she got to my stand she was buttoning the left glove with her right hand. She then held out her right hand for me to button the glove at the same time her entrance cue was spoken. If I had taken time to button the glove she would have been late.

The glove was already buttoned.

She swears she didn’t do it, and those gloves are impossible to put on already buttoned.

We decided that one of the Springer “ghosts” had helped her out.

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Right before my 14th birthday, my step father passed away in our garage (heart attack- none of us were home).

A few nights later, I was sitting on my bed crying with my head in my hands and my hair in my face. Every so often, I would close my eyes while I was crying. Every. single. time. my hair would be brushed behind my ears when I reopened my eyes. It took me a while to notice this; but, once I realized it kept happening, I said, “Stop it! Do you really think I need this right now?” I coulda sworn I heard my step dad laughing.

The next day, my mom was in the kitchen making lunch and I was in the living room watching TV. Nobody else was in the house except our bird and three dogs. All of a sudden I hear my mom say, “Angel, that feels nice, but you don’t need to rub my shoulders right now.” Me, from the living room: “What? I’m in the living room and, because it is a physical impossibility, I’m not rubbing your shoulders.” Then, out of nowhere, our usually lathargic dogs ran into the kitchen and surrounded a spot on the floor a couple feet away from my mom- and started “talking” (anyone with dogs can distinguish a bark and talking). To this day, my mom SWEARS someone was rubbing her shoulders. It just so happens that my step dad would walk up behind my mom and massage her shoulders any time she was stressed.

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There are a couple of thread from several years ago with many stories of weird things that happened to people. Try searching for the phrase “very vaguely creepy” in the title of the thread.

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I saw a meteorite crash, once. That’s about it.

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um… just a few hours ago, I was sitting in a chair eating dinner with a pole lamp behind me, turned on. Suddenly, the light went out. Not like it would if the bulb had burned out: it was more like someone had turned it off.

“oooo” I said.

“oooo” said Papa Bean.

the cat stared at the lamp.

I thought perhaps it had come unplugged, so I looked. still plugged in.

“oooo” I said again. “It’s plugged in.” I reached to turn the knob to switch it back on. Just before I put my hands on the knob, it turned back on (blinding me in the process. I was looking straight at it and it had desklamp type lampheads.) Since I hadn’t expected it to come back on, I jumped… and the change in position revealed something I had been hiding.

“looks like someone’s looking out for you,” said Papa Bean, picking up the thing I had been hiding. “someone wants you to get better.”

I think the lamp’s just wonky. But perhaps I have a guardian angel? Or perhaps the angel is a guardian of Mama and Papa Bean, trying making their job easier.

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That’d make a lot more sense, Ellabean, if you’d tell us what you were hiding.

My weird thing…

I was out with a bunch of friends from college, a couple of years after we all graduated. We’d gone to an amusement park a good hour’s drive from where I lived. It was hotter’n hell, but the park at least had those water misters to make things bearable. I hadn’t really been in the mood for crowds and long lines, but round about lunchtime, I got into things.

We stopped for lunch, and I ordered a burger. Two btes into the burger, I suddenly felt an incredible compulsion to go home. There really wasn’t anything I could do, but say “Sorry, guys, but…I have to…go home? I’m…not feeling well?” They looked at me like I was nuts, which, hey, reasonable assessment, as far as I was concerned.

I left, drove straight home and found my roommate trying to get rid of her boyfriend, boyfriend’s mom, and boyfriend’s daughter. Roomie was a normally calm, sunny person, but she looked like she was about to burst into tears. Boyfriend and his clan were completely clueless, but finally got on their way. As soon as the front door was shut and locked, I asked Roomie what was wrong. She took me into her bathroom where she’d hidden the pregnancy test she’d taken a couple hours after I’d left that morning. She was pregnant and had been quietly freaking that whole time. She said she’d been desperate for me to get home, knowing I wouldn’t be back until late evening, and not having any way to get ahold of me. I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening consoling, calming, and comforting her. I was really glad I’d come back when I had, but totally at a loss to explain it.

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I had a sort of prophetic dream once. It’s kind of spooky, but also undeniably mundane.

One night a few months ago I had a dream in which my stepsister (who lives with my parents in a different state) got the game Sonic Adventure 2 Battle for the Gamecube. Later that day I was reading my sister’s LiveJournal and, lo and behold, my sister had bought that exact game the day before.

Exciting, I know.

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:smack:

I completely messed that up. My step-sister (the one I had the dream about) was the one who got the game, my sister was writing about it in her journal.

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a pepsi bottle with my dinner stuffed into it. I didn’t want to eat tonight. I’m sick of food. :frowning:

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Based on these three things, which happened over the course of a few months in the mid-80s (and notice, all in the morning), my husband thinks I am some kind of short-term prophet.

(1) A 3-year-old girl, same age as one of my sons, had been kidnapped the week before, back in the days before alerts, but there was plenty about her in the news. I woke up and said I felt like going on a picnic, and even suggested a place, a mountain park we hadn’t been to in a long time. I said that I had a craving for the scenery in this particular park. This, for me, was kind of unusual, and my husband kidded me about it.

But the picnic sounded like a good so we started gathering things, thinking about what food to take, sunscreen, toys, etc. All in all we futzed around for a couple of hours and eventually I went off to the store to get bread and a few other items we needed. As I was checking out the checker said, “Did you hear? THey found that little girl alive!”

Her abductor had dropped her into an outhouse in the mountain park we were headed for, a fairly obscure place where she might very well have died. So I mentioned that when I got home, said we probably ought to go to a different park, although I had sort of lost enthusiasm for the whole venture.

We went on, and while driving, on the radio, we heard an interview with one of the people who’d found her, a woman who said, “Well, I woke up this morning with almost a craving to go to this park…” which was exactly how I had put it to my husband.

(2) I woke up and told my husband that there had been a balloon crash. I am very fuzzy in the morning, and prone to offering strange pronouncements, but I figured this was something I’d heard on the news and he’d heard it, too. He hadn’t.

I left for work. He heard about the balloon crash later. It happened at 8 a.m., and I couldn’t possibly have heard about it before I left for work at 7:15. But somehow I did.

(3) Somebody knocked on our door early in the morning. Coming out of a dream I grabbed my husband and said, “Don’t answer it, it’s the police, and they’re here to arrest you!”

He said, “Don’t be silly, it’s Joe, we’re going fishing, he’s just early. Why on earth would the police be here to arrest me anyway? Either wake up, or go back to sleep and dream something better!”

I insisted, but he shrugged me off and went downstairs to get the door.

It was the police, and they were there to arrest him.

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**Hilarity N. Suze **, you can’t leave us hanging like that. Why did they arrest him?

My story is not very weird. My dad, my brother and I were sitting in a restaurant. My mom was in the bathroom. I think it was after we finished eating, but had not yet gotten the check…or something along those lines. We were just talking, when a glass on the table spontaneously moved. We all saw it. It didn’t look like the table was wet or inclined.

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What did they arrest him for?

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Very Vaguely Creepy Sorta turns into just plain creepy as it goes on.

Bizarre occurences that seem to have no rational explanation Another good read if you can’t get enough of the weird experiences…

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Speaking of dreams…this isn’t very supernatural, but it was weird to me.

Just before I finished high school I started dating Jennifer. We’d been sorta sweet on each other for the previous three and half years; we’d been very close friends. Dating wasn’t really a possibility until then, as it were.
Fast forward to the end of our freshman year of college. She went to school in the midstate, I in east Tennessee. Things had been wonderful up to Christmas, but somewhere after that the distance took its toll. Things were more or less unsalvageable by May (at least, for a pair or 19 year olds who didn’t know the first thing about love and relationships).
I, thinking I could right the ship, let things deteriorate into July, when I had this dream:

Jennifer and I are hanging out with another couple from our high school days. In the way one knows things in dreams I knew that Jen and I were visiting their (in reality, non-existant) apartment. We were being very cold to one another and awkwardness spread all around.

Someone decides we should just go out and find something to do to which everyone agrees amicably. The ladies leave the room, leaving me alone with my friend Frank.

I say, “I don’t know what to do. I’ve never been in this situation before.”

Jennifer comes back through the alcove/foyer, stands with her hands on her hips, looks me straight in the eye and says, “The situation is what you make it.”
BAM
I wake up in a cold sweat. Shortly thereafter I broke things off for good and we’ve spoken rarely in 4 years since.
Never before has my subconscious spoken directly to me before, nor has it happened since. But my God, that popped my eyes open. Very, very weird.

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Hm… Well I’ll tell ya: In Soviet Russia Food Eats You!
Eat=Merry Rats. :cool:

When I was little, our house was located two houses down from “The Old Indian Graveyard.”
I do remember various funky things happening as a kid–but the most overt was opening the door to a room one day (<- day) and the room was pitch black beyond the door. There was a whitish light/flash/thing hovering about inside and smaller one a bit behind and to the side of the one.
And then I was back in my house wandering down the hall. I wasn’t particularly scared–and in times after this when I felt that there was something present, I haven’t been scared. But if I have no need to be there I’d just as well move away until things were less chilly about that area.