Tales of the unexpected

I have goosebumps now!

During the war my granny turned to my mum suddenly and said, 'I think something's happened to Jack [her son, a motorcycle despatch rider].' A few days later she heard that he had hit a wire stretched across a road and was badly injured.

A friend of mine was in a local town and said that for a split second the whole area was back in olden days!

Glitch in the matrix?

sago, could it have been the "shop" where open all hours is/was filmed Mexborough I believe

I often have strange unexplained things happen but don't say anything as people don't believe me at all .I went to Brighton recently and just knew that a jewellery shop with silver bangles I wanted was around the corner! Never been there before ! But lots of strange experiences in houses etc including a house viewing knocked at the door the gentleman opened it and I went ice cold and felt sick couldn't go in .Felt embarrassed and couldn't explain it

DanniRae

A friend of mine was in a local town and said that for a split second the whole area was back in olden days!

I've experienced something similar. My husband & I were driving along on a main road that we drive through at least a couple of times a week. I was gazing out the window and idly thought "this road looks exactly as it must have done in the 1930s or 40". Voiced this to my husband who replied that he had just had the exact same thought! Which was odd because it was such a random thought. Every time since then that I've driven through, I've tried to recapture that feeling or impression and can't, it's simply another rather run-down 21st century road. I often wonder if just for a moment we'd slipped back in time, I like to think so but who knows.

I love stories like this. I hope you find some old pictures of the shops that used to be there. Some of the house residents may know something of the history, perhaps.

I lived until recently in a very old house with a corner stairwell. There were stories of a ghost called Lady Caroline and I have to admit that I managed a good few tricks on my kids at first. But then I met an elderly solicitor who had been invited to a kitchen sups party in the house many years ago. When a guest returned from using the upstairs loo they commented on the chatty old lady sitting on the chair on the corner of the stairs. There was, of course, no such lady currently resident.
Subsequently we did have some very odd experiences in that house and I always blamed Lady Caroline.

Open all hours was filmed in Balby, near Doncaster. The shop used was a hairdressing salon, I think. 😊

Whilst I haven't had quite the sort of experiences that others here have had, back in 2006 I joined a walking group and among the people who chatted to me was a pleasant-enough chap but nothing out of the ordinary. That evening, reviewing my day and briefly remembering said chap, I distinctly heard a voice which said "you are going to be very important to each other".

Reader, I married him!

We bought an old vicarage dating from 1750. One evening I was painting the kitchen, standing on ladders. Over the huge oak doors which led to the hall were windows. I glanced down, and standing at the bottom of the stairs was a little girl wearing a shortish dress which stuck out, presumably over many petticoats. I gaped in amazement, and then she was gone. I believe there are strange time lapses to account for these manifestations, I’ve heard too many such stories from sensible people to discount them.

I think most of us have had some of these experiences, or ones very like them, and I am nearly certain that there are many, many more people who have had them too.

I have, ever since I was a little girl. At that time, I either sensed, or knew, that the grown-ups would say I "was telling stories" (lying) if I mentioned them so I didn't. If I was scared by them, I cried, then said I didn't know what had scared me.

When I was about twelve, I finally told me mother about these experiences, and she admitted she sometimes had similar ones,

She had discussed this with an elder lady - a close friend who had said then that she should be very careful not to tell people about this, as "they will either say you are demented, or a witch" ( west of Scotland, 7 miles outside Glasgow in the 1950s).

She had added, "watch the wean (meaning me) she sees them too." which my mother had disbelieved at that time, but followed the advice not to talk about these experiences.

I have always been very cautious who I told about it, as my great aunt was right: people do treat you very oddly if you refer to the matter.

I have both good and bad experiences (and many of them). Some of the latter have been so bad that I have had to make an excuse to get out of the place concerned, if I was with people I didn't dare tell what was really wrong. Once in the kitchen of a stately home open for visitors, outside Pitlochry, once in a church crypt in Kolding in Denmark, and one of the very worst in the open air walking along Alstersee (Binnenalster) in Hamburg.

I had no previous knowledge of any of these places when I had these scary experiences, bad enough to make me feel, but not be, physically sick, and to shake quite uncontrollably, so I was not influenced by knowledge of anything that may have happened there.

To those of you who are scared in your own homes: you might want to consider asking the advice of an Anglican or Catholic priest - both churches have prayers for blessing houses, which I have known work even if the householder did not believe that sprinkling holy water and blessing a house could possibly have any effect.

Fortunately, for me the good experiences are far more frequent than the bad, my mother (dead 7 years at the time) was with us in the hospice when I said good-bye to my dying sister, who occasionally walks down the street behind DH and I in in a town that we never were all in at once, my late father walked up the stairs here ( a house he had never been in ) one night exactly as he did in my childhood when coming home from night visits in his practice, and cats we have loved and in the course of nature lost, pop in and say hullo, even although some of them never were here either.

And like the rest of you, I am not on drugs, asleep, intoxicated or deemed mentally unfit when these things occur.

I think it is part of human existence as most cultures have similar unexplained events, that remain unexplained because our world is domineered by the scientific approach that states that anything that cannot be proved to exist, does not actually exist.

Incidently, I see the cats, but not my parents or sister - I just know they are there, suddenly for a few minutes, then they go away again.

NanKate had entered...............The Twilight Zone!

When I was growing up I lived in the house that my father had inherited from his grandmother, it had been built around 1920 and she had been its first owner and had lived there with her brother after she was widowed. The curtains and carpet in my bedroom were those originally put in my my great grandmother (I didn't know this at the time) every night I used to hear two voices talking from near the curtains asking if I was asleep yet and then my bed rocking. one of the people was called Edward and the other Marianne.
This went on for years and I never mentioned it to my parents until one day they redecorated my room and I had new curtains and the voices stopped! When I (casually) mentioned it to my parents they that my great grandmother was Marianne and her brother Edward. I was 7 at the time and had never heard this before!

My Nan saw a bright light in the sky during the WW2! The light came through her window stopping at the foot of her bed! A voice told her that no one in her family would die in the war! She was not frightened just had a reassuring feeling! Though 2 of my Uncles were killed no one on Nans side was! There is a very old church with history too long to go into here that terrified my DM years ago! My DS when little used to chat to someone he called ‘my man’! He continued this for several years seeing him swimming in the sea & walking by our caravan on holiday! A friend showed him pictures from a few years before DS was born. Oh he said thats my man pointing at my Dad who had died 2 years before DS was born! I see some of my cats who lived here & feel the presence of others who died before moving here! There is so much we do not know about this world we live in that nothing seems strange, a little scary sometimes. Maybe we will find out one day!

I have experienced a few strange incidents, usually involving people. But many years ago while working in the City of London I was on my way along Cheapside towards St Paul's Cathedral to attend a lunchtime organ recital, something I often did. I suddenly noticed a gated brick pathway between to buildings which appeared to lead to a pretty courtyard garden behind the adjacent buildings. I didn't remember seeing it before (and I knew the area well) but it looked beautiful and I decided take a closer look on my way back. On one side of the gate was a firm of solicitors and on the other side a small wine bar. I enjoyed my lunch listening to the recital then headed back to work the same way I had come. I came to the wine bar and looked for the gate and path. It wasn't there. The solicitors was right next door. I couldn't believe my eyes. I walked back and forth looking for it thinking I had got the wrong buildings, but no, all the properties were terraced. No gated pathway anywhere. I was a bit late getting back to work and told a friend what had happened. She thought I was mad or had been drinking! I kept looking for it each time I went that way but never saw it again.

I was packing up our house in order to move with the help of my Dd. Little gd (about3) was in another bedroom jumping on the bed, chatting away and giggling happily to ‘someone’. We went in and asked her who she was talking to. Her reply was ‘ I’m playing with the lovely lady with white hair’.
I think it was my departed mum who was keeping her amused as we went on with the packing. 🙏

Far view I had a similar experience recently , I was out with a friend in the evening , she was driving , she slowed down and I looked to see what she was slowing for and saw a figure in white crossing the road i didnt say anything but thought it was odd as it was just a light shadow and shape of I think a man . When we got home my friend said “ can I ask did you see that man “ when I said yes she said she looked back and it had disappeared !!

You have made me feel so much better girls, thanks, as I thought my sighting of those shops was the beginning of some brain problem.

How nice gulligranny that you had confirmation you had met the special man in your life. 😍

We've had two strange occurrences.

First one was years ago when we lived in a married quarter at RAF Lyneham in Wiltshire. We used to see a farm worker walking across the corner of out kitchen. It wasn't just us who saw him but many of out friends saw him too.

The second is in our current house. We, the family and visitors, see a lady from the early 1900's walk between what is now the downstairs cloakroom and through hall wall. It makes sense though as the cloakroom was the larder and the door to the kitchen was where she walks through the wall.

It's never bothered me but if I felt my bed moving that would scare me.

I worked as a night nurse in a nursing home in our nearest large town. Driving there on rainy nights, I sometimes saw legs and feet wearing sandals reflected in the rain in the headlights. As I live near Hadrians wall, I wondered if Roman soldiers marched that way.
I never saw them in any other weather but rain.

What a fascinating thread. I have also had a few strange experiences and definitely believe you. There are so many things we don't understand that can't be explained.

many years ago I was visiting a great aunt with my mother. She took us with her to visit another elderly lady who lived in a house that my great aunt had previously lived in. I was allowed to have a wander around. Not very interesting to a young girl, many rooms with sheets draped over furniture etc. I opened one door on a landing and there was a very small room with a stool and a table and cant remember now if there was a bed. I only noticed it because it had no dust sheets. Going back to rejoin the ladies I asked why that room did not have dust sheets and was told there was no room there at all. I went back up but could not find the opening again or the room though I did try to find it several times later on. I have come to the conclusion that it could have been a priest hole as there were catholics who lived there some long time before. The reason I know it was true for me was that it was so ordinary. Nothing dramatic at all about it, the only reason I mentioned it was that it had no covers over it. That was more than 70 years ago but remember it well

CrazyH. You would like Personal Ghost stories fb group. Lots of time slip stories there!