Weird things that you can’t explain.
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Swampy1982 said:
mike74 said:
Fermit and Sexy Sarah said:
I'm sure that the body clock is a thing. Our three dogs all go neurotic around 5, tea-time, and we sure as hell haven't taught them how to read the clock.
Or dogs are funny like that... their morning feed can vary from as early as 6 a.m to as late as 9 a.m. but their afternoon feed is always at about 4.30... and regardless of how early or late they've had their breakfast they'll come mithering for their tea at dead on 4.30 every day.If there were any meaning to it wouldn't there have been eerie circumstances when other big events took place, Diana's crash, 9/11, Lockerbie, Concorde falling from the sky etc etc. Odds are that at some point you will wake, or something significant, when something bad is going down.
Adenauer said:
Adenauer said:
Bear with me here because this is very odd, really very odd and is becoming freakishly consistant.
Over the last year I have known four old geezers drop dead, their ages range from 64 to 83. Thing is, they've all been the sort of guys that you'd bump into in the pub and have a casual chat with, none of them could be considered friends and two of them I actually found really annoying.
In every single case, a few weeks prior to them popping their clogs they started telling me (and the bar staff) what a great bloke I am. Even though I never considered them friends and would quite often go out of my way to avoid them. They'd actually start coming to the pub when they knew I'd be there, so they could 'have a chat'. Two weeks later - dead.
I bet he's dead within two weeks.
Over the last year I have known four old geezers drop dead, their ages range from 64 to 83. Thing is, they've all been the sort of guys that you'd bump into in the pub and have a casual chat with, none of them could be considered friends and two of them I actually found really annoying.
In every single case, a few weeks prior to them popping their clogs they started telling me (and the bar staff) what a great bloke I am. Even though I never considered them friends and would quite often go out of my way to avoid them. They'd actually start coming to the pub when they knew I'd be there, so they could 'have a chat'. Two weeks later - dead.
- *There's now a new kid on the block ( 82
), same thing. Apparently he came to the pub yesterday asking if I was there, when he was told I wasn't he left again.
I bet he's dead within two weeks.
- *He dropped dead last week and his funeral was three days ago.
NoVetec said:
Adenauer said:
Adenauer said:
Bear with me here because this is very odd, really very odd and is becoming freakishly consistant.
Over the last year I have known four old geezers drop dead, their ages range from 64 to 83. Thing is, they've all been the sort of guys that you'd bump into in the pub and have a casual chat with, none of them could be considered friends and two of them I actually found really annoying.
In every single case, a few weeks prior to them popping their clogs they started telling me (and the bar staff) what a great bloke I am. Even though I never considered them friends and would quite often go out of my way to avoid them. They'd actually start coming to the pub when they knew I'd be there, so they could 'have a chat'. Two weeks later - dead.
I bet he's dead within two weeks.
Over the last year I have known four old geezers drop dead, their ages range from 64 to 83. Thing is, they've all been the sort of guys that you'd bump into in the pub and have a casual chat with, none of them could be considered friends and two of them I actually found really annoying.
In every single case, a few weeks prior to them popping their clogs they started telling me (and the bar staff) what a great bloke I am. Even though I never considered them friends and would quite often go out of my way to avoid them. They'd actually start coming to the pub when they knew I'd be there, so they could 'have a chat'. Two weeks later - dead.
- *There's now a new kid on the block ( 82 ), same thing. Apparently he came to the pub yesterday asking if I was there, when he was told I wasn't he left again.
I bet he's dead within two weeks.
- *He dropped dead last week and his funeral was three days ago.
I'll report back when he croaks it, shouldn't be too long.
Not the weirdest by any means, but one of those "What's the chances?" stories .....
In the 80s when I was a kid, we lived out in the country and I had a beloved dog called Ben for many years - until one day, he went AWOL. We looked for days for him with no luck, that turned into weeks, months, and we accepted he was probably gone for good. Nicked, ran off, stolen, who knows. I was very saddened.
Around 15 months later, my folks head into the nearest city on a Saturday night for a few drinks. It's a big enough city - 250,000+ population. They're walking down the street and another couple walking a dog are approaching them. As they're passing each other, my old man makes a remark to Mum about it being a lovely dog and must be the same breed that 'Ben' was as it looks identical. When he utters that name, the dog looks up and goes nuts. The couple stopped and they had a long discussion, turns out they found the dog the previous year wandering outside their house shortly after we lost Ben, and took him in. No microchpping then or tag so they kept him. My folks confirmed for sure it was Ben via some unique marks on his body and the couple then very kindly offered for him to be returned to us.
I woke up Sunday morning and couldn't believe it when he was back in our yard.
In the 80s when I was a kid, we lived out in the country and I had a beloved dog called Ben for many years - until one day, he went AWOL. We looked for days for him with no luck, that turned into weeks, months, and we accepted he was probably gone for good. Nicked, ran off, stolen, who knows. I was very saddened.
Around 15 months later, my folks head into the nearest city on a Saturday night for a few drinks. It's a big enough city - 250,000+ population. They're walking down the street and another couple walking a dog are approaching them. As they're passing each other, my old man makes a remark to Mum about it being a lovely dog and must be the same breed that 'Ben' was as it looks identical. When he utters that name, the dog looks up and goes nuts. The couple stopped and they had a long discussion, turns out they found the dog the previous year wandering outside their house shortly after we lost Ben, and took him in. No microchpping then or tag so they kept him. My folks confirmed for sure it was Ben via some unique marks on his body and the couple then very kindly offered for him to be returned to us.
I woke up Sunday morning and couldn't believe it when he was back in our yard.
Adenauer said:
Adenauer said:
Bear with me here because this is very odd, really very odd and is becoming freakishly consistant.
Over the last year I have known four old geezers drop dead, their ages range from 64 to 83. Thing is, they've all been the sort of guys that you'd bump into in the pub and have a casual chat with, none of them could be considered friends and two of them I actually found really annoying.
In every single case, a few weeks prior to them popping their clogs they started telling me (and the bar staff) what a great bloke I am. Even though I never considered them friends and would quite often go out of my way to avoid them. They'd actually start coming to the pub when they knew I'd be there, so they could 'have a chat'. Two weeks later - dead.
I bet he's dead within two weeks.
Over the last year I have known four old geezers drop dead, their ages range from 64 to 83. Thing is, they've all been the sort of guys that you'd bump into in the pub and have a casual chat with, none of them could be considered friends and two of them I actually found really annoying.
In every single case, a few weeks prior to them popping their clogs they started telling me (and the bar staff) what a great bloke I am. Even though I never considered them friends and would quite often go out of my way to avoid them. They'd actually start coming to the pub when they knew I'd be there, so they could 'have a chat'. Two weeks later - dead.
- *There's now a new kid on the block ( 82 ), same thing. Apparently he came to the pub yesterday asking if I was there, when he was told I wasn't he left again.
I bet he's dead within two weeks.
- *He dropped dead last week and his funeral was three days ago.
Adenauer said:
NoVetec said:
Adenauer said:
Adenauer said:
Bear with me here because this is very odd, really very odd and is becoming freakishly consistant.
Over the last year I have known four old geezers drop dead, their ages range from 64 to 83. Thing is, they've all been the sort of guys that you'd bump into in the pub and have a casual chat with, none of them could be considered friends and two of them I actually found really annoying.
In every single case, a few weeks prior to them popping their clogs they started telling me (and the bar staff) what a great bloke I am. Even though I never considered them friends and would quite often go out of my way to avoid them. They'd actually start coming to the pub when they knew I'd be there, so they could 'have a chat'. Two weeks later - dead.
I bet he's dead within two weeks.
Over the last year I have known four old geezers drop dead, their ages range from 64 to 83. Thing is, they've all been the sort of guys that you'd bump into in the pub and have a casual chat with, none of them could be considered friends and two of them I actually found really annoying.
In every single case, a few weeks prior to them popping their clogs they started telling me (and the bar staff) what a great bloke I am. Even though I never considered them friends and would quite often go out of my way to avoid them. They'd actually start coming to the pub when they knew I'd be there, so they could 'have a chat'. Two weeks later - dead.
- *There's now a new kid on the block ( 82 ), same thing. Apparently he came to the pub yesterday asking if I was there, when he was told I wasn't he left again.
I bet he's dead within two weeks.
- *He dropped dead last week and his funeral was three days ago.
I'll report back when he croaks it, shouldn't be too long.
carguy45 said:
Not the weirdest by any means, but one of those "What's the chances?" stories .....
In the 80s when I was a kid, we lived out in the country and I had a beloved dog called Ben for many years - until one day, he went AWOL. We looked for days for him with no luck, that turned into weeks, months, and we accepted he was probably gone for good. Nicked, ran off, stolen, who knows. I was very saddened.
Around 15 months later, my folks head into the nearest city on a Saturday night for a few drinks. It's a big enough city - 250,000+ population. They're walking down the street and another couple walking a dog are approaching them. As they're passing each other, my old man makes a remark to Mum about it being a lovely dog and must be the same breed that 'Ben' was as it looks identical. When he utters that name, the dog looks up and goes nuts. The couple stopped and they had a long discussion, turns out they found the dog the previous year wandering outside their house shortly after we lost Ben, and took him in. No microchpping then or tag so they kept him. My folks confirmed for sure it was Ben via some unique marks on his body and the couple then very kindly offered for him to be returned to us.
I woke up Sunday morning and couldn't believe it when he was back in our yard.
a lovely tale. Glad you're reunited with him, and hoping that the temporary 'owner' still visits.In the 80s when I was a kid, we lived out in the country and I had a beloved dog called Ben for many years - until one day, he went AWOL. We looked for days for him with no luck, that turned into weeks, months, and we accepted he was probably gone for good. Nicked, ran off, stolen, who knows. I was very saddened.
Around 15 months later, my folks head into the nearest city on a Saturday night for a few drinks. It's a big enough city - 250,000+ population. They're walking down the street and another couple walking a dog are approaching them. As they're passing each other, my old man makes a remark to Mum about it being a lovely dog and must be the same breed that 'Ben' was as it looks identical. When he utters that name, the dog looks up and goes nuts. The couple stopped and they had a long discussion, turns out they found the dog the previous year wandering outside their house shortly after we lost Ben, and took him in. No microchpping then or tag so they kept him. My folks confirmed for sure it was Ben via some unique marks on his body and the couple then very kindly offered for him to be returned to us.
I woke up Sunday morning and couldn't believe it when he was back in our yard.
Swampy1982 said:
what happens when the clocks change? genuine question - not a smart alec reply.
Sorry only just seen your reply, good question... they still come mithering at what they think is 4.30 but is actually only 3.30, usually takes them a week or so to adjust to the new 4.30.Fermit and Sexy Sarah said:
carguy45 said:
Not the weirdest by any means, but one of those "What's the chances?" stories .....
In the 80s when I was a kid, we lived out in the country and I had a beloved dog called Ben for many years - until one day, he went AWOL. We looked for days for him with no luck, that turned into weeks, months, and we accepted he was probably gone for good. Nicked, ran off, stolen, who knows. I was very saddened.
Around 15 months later, my folks head into the nearest city on a Saturday night for a few drinks. It's a big enough city - 250,000+ population. They're walking down the street and another couple walking a dog are approaching them. As they're passing each other, my old man makes a remark to Mum about it being a lovely dog and must be the same breed that 'Ben' was as it looks identical. When he utters that name, the dog looks up and goes nuts. The couple stopped and they had a long discussion, turns out they found the dog the previous year wandering outside their house shortly after we lost Ben, and took him in. No microchpping then or tag so they kept him. My folks confirmed for sure it was Ben via some unique marks on his body and the couple then very kindly offered for him to be returned to us.
I woke up Sunday morning and couldn't believe it when he was back in our yard.
a lovely tale. Glad you're reunited with him, and hoping that the temporary 'owner' still visits.In the 80s when I was a kid, we lived out in the country and I had a beloved dog called Ben for many years - until one day, he went AWOL. We looked for days for him with no luck, that turned into weeks, months, and we accepted he was probably gone for good. Nicked, ran off, stolen, who knows. I was very saddened.
Around 15 months later, my folks head into the nearest city on a Saturday night for a few drinks. It's a big enough city - 250,000+ population. They're walking down the street and another couple walking a dog are approaching them. As they're passing each other, my old man makes a remark to Mum about it being a lovely dog and must be the same breed that 'Ben' was as it looks identical. When he utters that name, the dog looks up and goes nuts. The couple stopped and they had a long discussion, turns out they found the dog the previous year wandering outside their house shortly after we lost Ben, and took him in. No microchpping then or tag so they kept him. My folks confirmed for sure it was Ben via some unique marks on his body and the couple then very kindly offered for him to be returned to us.
I woke up Sunday morning and couldn't believe it when he was back in our yard.
carguy45 said:
Both my mother and I tend to instinctively know when the other one is going to call - she will literally pop into my head for no reason 20-30 secs before calling me, and vice versa. And that's not to say we have regular calls at the same time - she lives 100 miles away and I could call her on a Tues morning, then maybe a Thurs night, then not for 5 or 6 days - it's always random. This has been the way since I first moved away from the family home and we got into the habit of ringing each other. It's a running joke amongst siblings now as she'll actually tell them I'm probably going to ring about 30 secs before I do.
Confirmation bias. It probably doesn't happen that often, but you just remember the times when it does, and fail to register the times when it doesn't. Adenauer said:
Adenauer said:
Bear with me here because this is very odd, really very odd and is becoming freakishly consistant.
Over the last year I have known four old geezers drop dead, their ages range from 64 to 83. Thing is, they've all been the sort of guys that you'd bump into in the pub and have a casual chat with, none of them could be considered friends and two of them I actually found really annoying.
In every single case, a few weeks prior to them popping their clogs they started telling me (and the bar staff) what a great bloke I am. Even though I never considered them friends and would quite often go out of my way to avoid them. They'd actually start coming to the pub when they knew I'd be there, so they could 'have a chat'. Two weeks later - dead.
I bet he's dead within two weeks.
Over the last year I have known four old geezers drop dead, their ages range from 64 to 83. Thing is, they've all been the sort of guys that you'd bump into in the pub and have a casual chat with, none of them could be considered friends and two of them I actually found really annoying.
In every single case, a few weeks prior to them popping their clogs they started telling me (and the bar staff) what a great bloke I am. Even though I never considered them friends and would quite often go out of my way to avoid them. They'd actually start coming to the pub when they knew I'd be there, so they could 'have a chat'. Two weeks later - dead.
- *There's now a new kid on the block ( 82 ), same thing. Apparently he came to the pub yesterday asking if I was there, when he was told I wasn't he left again.
I bet he's dead within two weeks.
- *He dropped dead last week and his funeral was three days ago.
That's the funniest thing I've read on here for quite a while.
I've mentioned this before, but it still sticks in my mind.
Came home after a Night shift one morning, walked the dog, shut him downstairs in the dining room and went to bed at 7am (lived alone). I woke up at 10am to hear a dog slowly climbing the stairs, then walking across the landing to my bedroom door and then sniff around the door frame. I was puzzled as to how he had got out of the dining room, but I called out to him anyway to come into the room (no latch on the door, could have nudged it open with his nose, and he knew this), but he didn't, he lay down on the landing, I heard him slump against the wall a bit (quite a big dog). I thought "Sod you then" and went back to sleep.
A few hours later I awoke again, and went out onto the landing expecting to see him lying there. No sign of him, so I went downstairs to find him still shut in the dining room!
I bought that house from my best mate. I told him what had happened, and he told me that when they lived there, he had come in one morning from the hospital (his wife was still in said hospital giving birth to their first child), and gone to bed, in that same bedroom. He had been awakened at 10am by the sound of HUMAN footsteps climbing the stairs, then walking across the landing to the bedroom door. He shouted out, asking who was there, and ran to the door to find nobody there.
He said it scared the st out of him.
I didn't know this though until I told him of my experience. Coincidence?
Came home after a Night shift one morning, walked the dog, shut him downstairs in the dining room and went to bed at 7am (lived alone). I woke up at 10am to hear a dog slowly climbing the stairs, then walking across the landing to my bedroom door and then sniff around the door frame. I was puzzled as to how he had got out of the dining room, but I called out to him anyway to come into the room (no latch on the door, could have nudged it open with his nose, and he knew this), but he didn't, he lay down on the landing, I heard him slump against the wall a bit (quite a big dog). I thought "Sod you then" and went back to sleep.
A few hours later I awoke again, and went out onto the landing expecting to see him lying there. No sign of him, so I went downstairs to find him still shut in the dining room!
I bought that house from my best mate. I told him what had happened, and he told me that when they lived there, he had come in one morning from the hospital (his wife was still in said hospital giving birth to their first child), and gone to bed, in that same bedroom. He had been awakened at 10am by the sound of HUMAN footsteps climbing the stairs, then walking across the landing to the bedroom door. He shouted out, asking who was there, and ran to the door to find nobody there.
He said it scared the s
t out of him. I didn't know this though until I told him of my experience. Coincidence?
McVities said:
Adenauer said:
NoVetec said:
Adenauer said:
Adenauer said:
Bear with me here because this is very odd, really very odd and is becoming freakishly consistant.
Over the last year I have known four old geezers drop dead, their ages range from 64 to 83. Thing is, they've all been the sort of guys that you'd bump into in the pub and have a casual chat with, none of them could be considered friends and two of them I actually found really annoying.
In every single case, a few weeks prior to them popping their clogs they started telling me (and the bar staff) what a great bloke I am. Even though I never considered them friends and would quite often go out of my way to avoid them. They'd actually start coming to the pub when they knew I'd be there, so they could 'have a chat'. Two weeks later - dead.
I bet he's dead within two weeks.
Over the last year I have known four old geezers drop dead, their ages range from 64 to 83. Thing is, they've all been the sort of guys that you'd bump into in the pub and have a casual chat with, none of them could be considered friends and two of them I actually found really annoying.
In every single case, a few weeks prior to them popping their clogs they started telling me (and the bar staff) what a great bloke I am. Even though I never considered them friends and would quite often go out of my way to avoid them. They'd actually start coming to the pub when they knew I'd be there, so they could 'have a chat'. Two weeks later - dead.
- *There's now a new kid on the block ( 82 ), same thing. Apparently he came to the pub yesterday asking if I was there, when he was told I wasn't he left again.
I bet he's dead within two weeks.
- *He dropped dead last week and his funeral was three days ago.
I'll report back when he croaks it, shouldn't be too long.
Trophy Husband said:
Many years ago I was sitting miserable in the lounge with a face like a robbers dog because I had done pretty poorly in my A Level mock exams predominantly due to pub and laziness!!
My father came in and flumped down in his chair to read his morning paper and asked me what was wrong. So I told him. Then the sermon started. He rustled the paper upright and told me to button it and listen.
He proceeded to read a piece from the paper about a young sea captain who had been blown up and killed on the bridge of his oil tanker by missiles from jet fighters, leaving a wife, a ten year old daughter and an 8 year old son. What did I really have to be so pathetically miserable about in comparison?
12 years later I moved to North Wales, the land of my fathers with a new wife in tow (that went well!). Having split from my wife a year or so later it was time to move on and I'd had my eye on a beautiful local girl who was way out of my league and engaged to be married the coming summer. Luckily for me I was introduced to her by a mutual friend and we've been inseparable since that first nervous chat.
She is the girl who tragically lost her father in the story that taught me a lesson all of those years before.
It still gets the hairs on the back of my neck up whenever I tell the story.
That is a really brilliant (and lovely) story. My father came in and flumped down in his chair to read his morning paper and asked me what was wrong. So I told him. Then the sermon started. He rustled the paper upright and told me to button it and listen.
He proceeded to read a piece from the paper about a young sea captain who had been blown up and killed on the bridge of his oil tanker by missiles from jet fighters, leaving a wife, a ten year old daughter and an 8 year old son. What did I really have to be so pathetically miserable about in comparison?
12 years later I moved to North Wales, the land of my fathers with a new wife in tow (that went well!). Having split from my wife a year or so later it was time to move on and I'd had my eye on a beautiful local girl who was way out of my league and engaged to be married the coming summer. Luckily for me I was introduced to her by a mutual friend and we've been inseparable since that first nervous chat.
She is the girl who tragically lost her father in the story that taught me a lesson all of those years before.
It still gets the hairs on the back of my neck up whenever I tell the story.
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