Tales of the unexpected

We live in Devon, and used to drive quite regularly past a semi-derelict farmhouse. One day we went past and the most verdant, green kitchen garden was planted in front of the house, and a well dressed older gentleman tending it. I was so pleased to see it being cared for finally. I rushed home and told my husband, and we drove past again the next day for him to see. It was back to being derelict. We stopped in the gate way, and an old lady was passing so I asked her about it. She looked at the farm and said 'Old Tom' comes back occasionally, lovely old chap and walked away...

Germanshepherdsmum

There are more things in heaven and earth Horatio than are dreamt of by your philosophy.

Exactly what came to mind for me too!

A few years ago, my daughter had moved to a new area and we were visiting her for the first time. One the way I saw a dark burgundy Smeg style fridge in the window of a shop that refurbished appliances. I made my late husband turn round. We pulled up he said I can’t see any pink fridges, I went in and asked, I could not believe it could have been sold in that short time. The guy, looked at me like I was mad and said I only have ever had one like that, but that was about this time last year. Yet I had never been past that shop before. My husband called me a witch and we left . I looked for it every time I went past for months,

Haven't seen anyone or anything but sometimes I know when someone is going to phone or something is very wrong.
Like yesterday about 2pm I was thinking I should definately ring my friend. Decided to ring about 9pm which is the usual time for us to chat in peace. At 7.30pm DH got a phone call from her partner to say she's in ICU on a ventilator, and it's not looking good.
Took my DD when she was 7yrs old to visit my mum in hospital. Mum had lots of tests with all clear results and was being sent home the next day. All the way to the hospital my DD kept saying 'granny is going to die in hospital.' I kept telling her granny was coming home tomorrow and not to say that when she saw her. The visit went well and mum looked much better. But the next day I got a phone call from the hospital to say an artery had blocked in her leg and she was rushed to theater. She had a massive heart attack and died. Still freaks me out that my 7 yr old knew she wouldn't come home.

Not really spooky but quite a coincidence.

At the end of next month I am going on an art retreat in Cornwall .
I was given a large bag of books the other days and last night I just pulled one out to read.
As I read the acknowledgments and beginning few pages , I realised that the book was set in the village I am going to and the house ( renamed in the story) is the very house I will be staying in.

I have no religion, don't believe in an afterlife or ghosts - yet, still, there are things I can't explain.

In our last house, the back bedroom, used by our two small sons, had a strange (yet friendly) atmosphere. I always felt there was somebody with me, watching me when in there making the beds, cleaning or tidying.

I'd always put the radio on to tune out from that strange feeling. I never told anyone - my DH would have laughed at me.

One day, when my younger son was four, he complained about still being tired at breakfast. 'I was too squashed, there's not enough room with that little boy in the bed!'.