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CLASSIC: What's the spookiest / wierdest / most chilling thing that's ever happened to you?
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Cracking thread so far....
I dont know where to begin with my experience. It's quite long winded but I'll try to keep it short.
Back in the late summer 95 I took the huge step of leaving home with my girlfriend and move to Leicester (I was studying there at that time). Not a big deal you guys may well say but coming from a Indian family who were quite old school in thinking, it was the equivalent of commiting mass murder and tarnishing the family name.
Not long after leaving the novelty wore off, she was trying to live a life beyond our means, and we began to argue like cats and dags. On many a occasion I threatened to leave her hence leave her on her Jack Jones. This wound her up no end as like me she had left home too with her family being as old school as mine. We would soon kiss and make up up after every argument but I knew, aswell as she did, that it was only a matter of time before we went our separate ways. At that time she was doing a bit of modelling, sorry I dont have any links, and offers of work in London were always coming in. I was happy for her to go do a bit of work as it at least gave me some time to myself and sanity. I never got involved in her workside of life and stopped asking as she was always reluctant to tell me anything.
One late evening we had one of our now routine barneys and it ended with her asking me to drive her down to London there and then. She was due to go down in the morning anyway for some work but I was more than happy to take her down that evening as I wanted some peace and quite. The jouney was a quite one with neither one of us saying a word and the only sound coming was from the radio. We were approaching Milton Keynes on the M1 when out of the blue she lunged at the steering wheel and tried to steer the car of the road. I managed to fend her off and straighten the car but again she tried and kept on trying to lunge at the wheel. I eventually pulled over on to the hard shoulder and asked her WTF is going on in her head. She simply said that she dont want to go to London and wants to go back with me. If I did not take her back with me both of us will not make it to LondonThis spooked me a bit as it was her speaking but it was in a much deeper voice than I had ever heard her speak. I weighed up the pro's and con's of what she was saying and had been doing and decided that it was best to turn back. We got off at the MK junction and and turned the car around to make our journey back.
Things were quite again in the car on the start of our journey back when all of a sudden she does a 90 degree turn on her seat and is facing me staring at my face. She then goes on to tell me in her new found deep voice that she is going, but it is not her who is saying it if you see what I mean. That voice, or whoever was speaking to me, was telling me she (my girlfriend) was leaving to go to America on a certain date. I was given the flight number, agents number, date, contacts, etc.. As you can imagine I was well and truly spooked. This dep voice of hers continued telling me things that my GF was planning until we were interrupted by the sounds of Police sirens. They flew by us aswell as an ambulance. I was startled by this when this voice describes to me in perfect detail what has happened ahead. It told me an accident had taken place, the make of car and colour and that the woman has died in the crash. There was no way of her knowing this or seeing what had happened ahead as all this was done with her facing me and her staring directly at me. This voice continued telling me things, it's 13 years since it happened hence cannot remember what I was being told, until i got to close to junction 20 on the M1. There before us was the accident that had been described to me, she did not even look in that direction, and simply said to me "see I told you, I was not lying"....
Things went quite again and as soon as we left the M1 at junction 21 she turned around and faced the windscreen again. By the time we got home she was back to her self again and could not remember what had happened or why she was in the car. Once home she went up to bed and was out for the count in no time. Naturally I did'nt go to sleep that night.....
The following day i asked her in the evening, she did'nt go down for her modelling job then, if she can remember what she had said to me. She could not remember anything. When I repeated a few things that had been told to me by that deep voice of hers she was genuinely shocked. Her face went pale at first then filled with rage as to why I had been going through her things and diary. She was having none of it that I had been told by herself...
About a week later we had another barney in the kitchen which ended up with me restraining her as she began throwing things at me. Now there is no flippin way she can over power me, trust me on that lads, but she did and forced me backwards into our room. We shared the downstairs room in a student house. Once in the room I was shoved on to the bed and was pinned down. That voice of hers started up again asking me why I had told her that I knew about her plans about going away etc..... This went on for a bit until one of my house mates retuned from uni. Only then, in a flash, she went back to normal.
This whole freeky episode went on for a a few weeks then all of a sudden stopped. I could go on and on about the things that happened and were said but dont want to bore you all. Just to finish off I was told a few years later, by a mutual friend, that she had gone to one of these black witch doctors that exist in the Indian community and had tried to get some black magic (it's called JADU in punjabi) done on me for me not to leave her. I did eventually......!
That's one of the most fucked up things i think I've ever read
When I was about 14, whenever my dad was away on business and never when he was home, there was someone sneaking about outside our house....anyway, one night my mum was upstairs in the bath, I was downstairs and the back window was steamed up. For some reason I went to it to wipe away the steam and there was some guy staring right at me, his face pressed against the glass
He was later caught and charged with sexual assault and admitted to being the person hanging round our house
A similar thing happened to me. I was about 11 or 12. My parents house was on the edge of a market town, no where near the town centre & the house was down a short private lane down to it. No neighbours, other than a campsite and some old caravans that bordered our front garden.
Every Tuesday my Dad would take me & my brother to swimming training. It was 1.5 hr training session and about a 20 min drive each way. Wouldn't not normally gat back by 10pm.
I really couldn't be asked to go and made some bullshit excuse. Saw my dads car go up the lane. Mum was upstairs, i was watching TV. We had some patio doors in the lounge. Within a few minutes of my dads car leaving I heard somebody knocking on the patio windows, opened the curtains, & being a naïve kid opened the door. There was this thick set bloke who said 'oh, I've run out of petrol, know where I can get some?'
Pointed out where the nearest garage was, which could not possibly have been anywhere near where we were.
He walked off. Still haunts me to this day.
PS if anyone says my mother was getting it on with this guy. No chance. He came around the back of the house which was always pitch black
