What's the scariest/creepiest/spookiest thing to happen to U

[Creamcracker]

My father's name was Haydn Granville Morgan but he almost always signed his name HGM just the initials. Anyway after a long illness he died in 2003. I live in the US and have done since 1984 but all the family still live in the UK -- most in Wales. I went back for the funeral service which ended with a visit to the Crematorium in Morriston, Swansea which is in the shadow of the DVLA (Driver Vehicle License Authority) where my Dad had worked up to his retirement. As we were leaving the Crematorium grounds through the exit gate, which is fairly small considering it's used by the large Funeral Cars, a car was parked in a way that made it difficult to exit easily. As my brother and I looked across at the offending vehicle we just could not believe our eyes --- the License/Registration plate was HGM 1.

Tears came to my eyes at that one...it was almost as though my Dad was saying "Gone....Nope, I'm still around!"

It still brings tears to my eyes when I think about that.

Philip

[traveler]

Kicked a burning brown bag on my front porch, guess what it had in it????

[planovet]

November 12, 2001

My better half woke up in a sweat that morning. When I asked what was wrong she replied that she had a bad dream. She said she had a dream of an AA jet going down and killing everyone on board. She flys a lot for her job and most of it is on American. It really shook her up. Later as we were getting ready for work we truned on the TV to watch the morning news. The first thing we saw was coverage of an AA A-300 bound for the Dominican Republic going down in Queens, NY with 260 on board. Turns out the time it went down was about the same time she woke up in the sweat. Needless to say she was freaked out for a while (me too a little)!

[Jst83]

Ooo, I have lots of these I've been visited many times growing up in a 100+ year old farm house.

But the spookiest thing I can think of probably happened to my mother.

My father had been passed away for 30 years my mother had been remarried for about 24 years so she had a new last name.
She checked her mail box one morning and there was a letter addressed to my father and she wasn't living in the same house that we were in when he passed. That will give you chills

Turns out it went to the Family that lived about 2 miles south of her.

[fireaunt]

A few years ago, after my aunt died, my mom and I went to collect some of the family heirlooms. We packed the car with the treasures. One item was a pendulum clock that had belonged to their Aunt Stella and her mother, my great grandmother Laura before that. Every night before bed it was the custom to wind the clock and evidently dust it off. When my mom was a little girl she watched as a "special" turkey feather, still tucked inside, was used to lovingly dust the clock.
I removed the pendulum and gently wrapped the clock with a blanket and placed it in the backseat of the big Buick. We had a long way to go from the northern part of Oklahoma thru the corner of Kansas and on north to the top of Missouri.
Our trip was to visit the old homestead in Missouri. On the second day of driving we reached the town of Jameson Missouri without incidence. We toured the small town and I listened as my mom talked about her childhood memories of when she visited her mother's hometown. My great Aunt Stella had lived in Jameson until she died in 1986 at age 102. My Great Grandmother Laura had lived with for her last 15 years. As we slowly turned onto the gravel road to the house, I slowed down as mother talked about the neighbors and what family live in what house. The original homestead is no longer there. We were just barely rolling. Just as we got to the place where the house used to stand the old clock, which had been placed in the backseat, quietly chimed, ding, ding ding. Mother and I turned and looked at each other. That was interesting we exclaimed. Did it really chime? We continued on to the cemetery where my Aunt Stella was buried. We paid our respects. At the cemetery I checked to see that the clock was ok and that I had really removed the pendulum. We drove for several miles before we stopped at the local corner store to ask directions about our next stop, Locke Springs. We stopped in Gallitin to do some errands and see where the old tearoom used to be and visit the local library. We drove several miles down county road UU, missed the turn, and circled back to the road that entered the old Locke Springs cemetery where Great Grandmother Laura and others are buried. It's well kept cemetery and mother told me about the flowers growing by the graves. About 2 car lengths into the cemetery the clock chimed again, but it was louder DING, DING, DING.
I had never believed in spirits but I know my Great Grandmother Laura was there.