Strange or weird occurences

We were holidaying in Banff in Canada a few years ago and bumped into someone my husband had worked with many years before (we're from the UK). He was on his way to stay with an ex nextdoor neighbour of ours who now lives in Canada!

The story I was going to add happened last year. A school friend of mine died very suddenly and we had to watch the funeral online separately in our homes. (A very odd experience in itself.) An hour or so later, I went for a walk and was very deep in thought, when I spotted a wheatear (bird) perched on the wall. I expected it to fly away as I approached, but it didn’t. Not only did it not fly away, it followed me right along the wall, flying ahead of me as I walked on and stopping to turn right round to look straight at me. After about ten minutes, I was getting seriously spooked and thought “I wish it would go away”. And it did, it flew off. Was it my friend trying to comfort me? Or my mother perhaps? One of life’s little mysteries.

My son was born after my father died. When DS was very small he told me the exact date that dad died;we had never told him, and he was really too small to have found out any other way. My son was born 8 months to the day dad had died.

When my father died I resolved to text messages to him to send to his mobile phone, but when I looked in my list of contacts his number had gone. I know I had NOT deleted. it.

When I was about 16 we moved house. When my mum showed me my room I said that I didn't like it because someone had died in there. I used to move my bed to different positions in this room just to make a change and when I had moved it under the window I used to wake up in the night and there would be a man standing by the bed looking down at me. Naturally this terrified me and when I told my mum she said take the dog up to bed with you because if there is anything strange going on the dog would scare them away. Years later she told me that, unbeknown to me, the dog had got to the door and refused to go into the room. She had to give it a push to make it go in!
I have told this story many times through the years and it has only just occurred to me that my mum didn't act in my best interest, did she? How strange that I have never thought this before. However, I must say that she was a lovely mum ..... most of the time

My previous husband passed away suddenly at home in my presence. He had had a childhood friend called Robin and always liked the name. The next morning I was watching a robin standing very still at the garden gate. When I opened the front door later, there was a dead robin on the doorstep.

When our children were young we had a touring caravan and had a holiday one year with friends and their children. Towards the end of the week my friend and I needed to go shopping in the nearest town leaving husbands and children at the camp site. We'd been there about half an hour when I got the strongest and strangest feeling we should return. We were met at the gate by 5 children saying my husband had been taken to hospital- they had all been playing football and he had fallen and broken his leg.

My 89 Yr old mother was in hospital with COPD and pneumonia. I'd been visiting my DD and new baby in Scotland, so couldn't visit her until I returned home.
I went to see her and was early, but the ward sister let me in early, as the patients were finishing their tea. I had a lovely long chat with my mother, caught up with all the family happenings, and left telling her that I would show her the photos of the new baby the next day.
I went to bed, and some time during the night musical box on my dressing table began playing. This was odd because I had not wound it for years.
I was woken in the morning by a phone call from my sister telling me that my mother had died during the night.
The musical box has not played since.

I have just remembered another strange incident. It happened recently when I was approaching a local shop......I tripped over a small step, but instead of crashing to the floor it was if someone slowly lowered me down. I was unhurt except for a small wound on my hand. I have no idea how this happened but feel strongly that someone was looking after me.

VampireQueen as a girl who was educated by nuns from 4-16, I can guarantee if I had used that terminology one of the Sisters would have given me a beating.
One had 3 plimsolls specially for the purpose. ?

A few years after my mother died, my brother was up visiting me (a rare occurrence, because of where we both live). I was passing through the hall the next morning when I heard a sort of buzzing noise that I couldn’t account for. I went upstairs and looked all over, finally tracing it to the windowsill of my bedroom. There, buried beneath a pile of clothes, was the little travelling clock that my mum had always brought with her when she came up to visit me. It had been lying on my windowsill for months and had not been wound up for years. But, unaccountably, that morning the alarm went off. We like to think it was our mum saying that she was there with us as well!

My late husband was a very spiritual man and a great believer in life after death. After he passed my daughter who was now married and living in a rented house just round the corner from me, hadn't got much faith in an existence after death but she so wanted some evidence in her grief and she put it out to the universe or whoever was listening to send her some proof. A couple of days later in the early hours of the morning she woke up to find a woman dressed in a Muslim costume standing staring at her at the bottom of her bed. She says the woman was so real to look at and she was so frightened that someone was in her house, she sat up to ask her what she was doing in her house and as she did so the woman started to turn away from her and as she turned she begun to disappear. At that point my daughter realised she was looking at a ghost and to be honest felt relief! Her husband woke just as this was happening and explained it away as a dream. I asked what position my daughter was in when he woke up and he said sitting up with her eyes open. Personally I don't think it was a dream and she was given the experience because she had asked for evidence. My daughter was so pleased with the experience and couldn't wait to tell me what happened. To be honest I was a bit frieked out by it at the time but I did ask a medium why she would have been given someone in Muslim clothing. She said that it was probably about faith, as the Muslim religion is about having true faith. Certainly as good an
explanation that any I could think of. She still maintains it did happen and sometimes she's shows interest in that kind of thing but her husband still says it was a dream. I like to think she was given it as the evidence she had asked for.

Me too Sago Our nuns' weapons of choice were canes which they carried at all times!

Similar thing to Jillybird some years ago although not me but to other people while I was there.

Extended family away together over xmas. My mum came into the room and said she thought she had seen a ghost. Brother's wife replied "oh yes, I've seen it too, in the mirror upstairs, a big bird. "

Mum went as white as a sheet because that was exactly what she had seen and where. Mum wasn't at all into the supernatural but we checked that there was nothing that could be reflected that might look like a bird, bit there wasn't

Last Thursday evening I said to my DH that I was wondering how Prince Philip was as we hadn’t heard any news of him since he left hospital. The following day we did get news of him. Sadly he had died.

I’m not in a particularly good place health wise at the moment. But I was trying to find a photo on my phone’s camera roll a couple of days ago and found the last photo was one I hadn’t taken. I asked my DH if he had taken a photo with my phone but he said not and, it has to be said that the subject matter is one that neither of us has witnessed over the last few days. The photo shows a pair of clasped hands in front of what is obviously an open Bible! I can’t help feeling that this has somehow been sent to me, although how it has been sent and stored on my camera I don’t know. I’ve found it strangely reassuring.

This sounds completely bonkers and i have no explanation whatsoever we call it the time travelling pheasant day.
My husband and i drove to an abbey and when we got to the village it wasn't there. we went up and down the hill past where the entrance is but the ruins were not visible. The weather was sunny not misty. After getting out and searching we left and assumed for some strange reason English Heritage had cleared the site.
No other explanation.
A few months later we drove through the village on a diversion and lo and behold the abbey was where it had stood for centuries.
I am sure i will lose any tiny bit of credibility i may have ever had by writing this for anyone to see but my husband was with me and believes the same. And we were in the same village as everything else was there - pub, river, train station.

Twice I have been saved from being in or near a big disaster.

Back in the 1970's I was visiting my ex in laws and had planned a trip to London including the Tower of London.

Just before we were stepping out the door an other relative came so we stayed to see them, the IRA bombed the Tower that day.

In the 1990's we moved to Cheshire and having got the house straight I promised DD2 (who was a teenager) we'd go into Manchester shopping on Saturday.

We all over slept, not to worry we'd go the following Saturday, well we couldn't because the Arndale Centre was bomb that day.

Spooky in a good way. I have no explanation and I can't say it has anything to do with me having any premonitions I just feel very fortunate.

when I was a baby, my parents rented a house with a basement, that is where they set up my nursery and cot, in the night my mum woke up suddenly, and got me from the cot, although I was still asleep, not crying, next morning they found the ceiling had fallen down and the plaster filled my cot!

one day my fit and healthy and very active nan asked if we could redecorate her dining room because she was going to die soon, and when the wake was being held at her house she wanted the dining room to look nice. we assured her she was fit and well, and sure she was not going to die, she said granddad had come to visit her in the night and told her to prepare and get her things in order because she was going to join him soon in heaven. we thought it nuts but decorated the room anyway, low and behold, few months later she died, laying flat on her back, bible in hand open on her chest on the lords prayer!

In my early 20s, I was desperately in need of finding accommodation after a relationship broke down. I was in a different town to my parents and had no support.

One morning, at a very low ebb, I phoned a landlord about a flat that was advertised, only to be told it had been taken, deposit paid and the advertisement should not have been in the newspaper that day.

I was so disappointed and upset, that I found myself pouring my heart out to this stranger (the landlord) over the phone, who asked for my 'phone number "in case something else came up in the future". I hung up feeling that he was simply placating me.

Within half an hour he called and said Something strange just happened. The tenants who were to move in came into the office and made me tear up their deposit cheque, saying they no longer wanted the flat. So it's yours.

I lived there happily for some years, the landlord was kindly and like a father to me, and - I met my future husband whose parents lived around the corner from the block of flats. I still sometimes think about this strange sequence of coincidences (?) that had an impact on my life and I feel that someone or something was looking out for me.

In 2009, my younger brother dropped dead, 200 miles from us. He was living with us at the time, but had kept on his old flat in the city for reasons I won’t go into, and had gone there to sort out some business, unknown to me as I was away from home with work overnight. My DH was at home with my young daughter. Eventually, very upset, I decided to drive straight to his flat, picking up a cousin for moral support on the way.
The next morning I was in the flat, sorting out affairs, and having fielded a call from his bank saying there were papers to be signed, and phoned various people. I had my mobile and his in the pockets of my cardigan. My phone rang and I picked it up expecting it to be family or my work. I was really spooked to see that the caller display say it was from my dead brother. I answered it, but nothing on the other end.
I suppose it was a “pocket dial” but it shook me at the time. And how I would have welcomed hearing his voice on the line.

When I was 11 my dad had cancer and spent his last days in bed at home. One morning I was upstairs and fell from the top stair but I landed very softly on the bottom stair. I was so shook up by what had happened I cried but pretended I had something in my eye. I believe he saved me.

Wow Kate1949 that’s incredible! I guess you need to be more exact with your wishes in future ?

Farmor15, I went to a convent school and half the Nuns would have laughed, the other half would have been outraged. That really isn't the point though. The point is, when we have a huge outcry about the way a culture dresses on one hand, the other hand deserves the same respect. We cannot have one rule for one group of people and the opposite for another. That way breeds resentment.