- Was chased by a guy with a knife once. It was midnight, Middlesbrough is a shithole, and he was drunk or high. I was lucky he was out of it, because he was stumbling towards me telling me to give him my wallet. I saw he was high/drunk/fucking insane/whateverm saw the knife (Which was more like a goddamn machete) in his hand as he got real close to me and jabbed it at me, and I didn't think for a second: The moment he got close to me, I just punched him with the force of a goddamn freight train, and was absolutely lucky that he hit the floor like a sack of shit. Then I just ran. Trust me: This is a town where people can call for help and literally have passers-by run over AND START STOMPING ON THEM. (Seriously, it was in the news a while ago.) I didn't bother thinking. I walloped that cunt and got out of there. I've never been back to Grangetown (The scummiest part of Middlesbrough, filled with run-down houses and smack addicts.) since. It's fucking terrifying.
- Saw a kid walk straight into the side of a moving vehicle. That scream and thud turned my goddamn stomach to ice. I was with my best mate and we turned around, and it was lucky the kid started crying and wasn't badly hurt, but that fucking scream isn't something i'll forget soon.
- A fox followed me home once. Foxes aren't exactly social creatures, but this fucker followed me an entire block, and every time I stopped, it stopped, sat and looked me in the eyes. Every single time I walked, it walked. I went into home, locked the door, checked by five minutes later, it was still fucking there, looking at the door.
Given that my bin had been rummaged through later on, though, and the fox was gone, I can only assume it was a fox where humans had given it food and it was hungry. It wasn't exactly scary, but it was memorable and it was fucking eerie.
Then I found it the next day, pointed at it, yelled "GO BIG OR GO HOME", and punched it right in the face.
Note: That latter part is a dramatization and may not have happened.
- Obligatory "Shit That Can't Be Explained": I was in the shower once and saw a shampoo bottle move across the windowsill. Like, not just a bit, but was dragged across the windowsill. Then I washed my hair. No ghosts stop me from my watching my hair.
One time, I was home alone and groped on the rear by an invisible force. Look, don't you fucking dare laugh and shut up, I know it sounds hilarious, but when you're home alone and something does that, you stop thinking "Oooo baby" and start thinking "GET ME MY SALT AND MY IRON POKER". I honestly wish I was joking, and I just hope I was imagining shit.
I once heard a noise that sounded like quiet singing outside my door. There was nothing there. And it wasn't a human voice, I can tell you that much.
We've had pictures "fall" from high on a wall and land picture-side up, without a mark on them, in the middle of the floor, a fair few feet from where they were.
To be fair, they weren't scary, but really unnerving. Strange shit has been happening in this house for a while, so we've gotten used to it.