Quite spooky, but not very funny
One of my more adventourous mates that I had known in school decided to ride across Asia on his motorbike. Unfortunatley as he was crossing Thailand he was involved in a serious road accident and died soon later.
A few years later his younger sister made a similar journey, when she was passing thru Thailand she contacted the police to find the exact spot of her brother's untimely demise with the intention of laying a wreath at the accident site.
As she pulled in to lay the wreath she was hit and killed by a car.
Like I said, quite spooky but not very funny.
(bugboybeast, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 8:46, Reply)

Elvis Has Left The Building
My brother was born on the day after Elvis died (17th August, 1977) leading my mother to be convinced that he was going to be the reincarnation of 'The King'. Fast forward several years to her realisation that my brother is built like a twiglet, tone deaf and extremely ginger.

Spooky!

Edit: Sorry, spoooky!
( Gleeballs is mostly made out of chocolate and hate., Fri 9 Feb 2007, 8:23, Reply)

Probably very common.... but it spooks me a little
This Isn't a "best of" page thing at all.. but i thought I'd note something that happens regularly to me.

There's a lass in my life, and we're absoloutly crazy about each other. Distance however has put a clamp on us - hopefully only for a bit...

She calls periodically, and 80% of the times she calls, I have thought "I'd love to hear from her" about 30 seconds before. so obviously.. each time I ask why she called.. "I just felt that i should" is usually the answer. for apparently no reason at all, She has stopped in the middle of something, Studying, Climbing, watching TV.. whatever it is, and decided just to call.

No idea what it is. I can't sit her and say "yeah, it's telepathy" and look smug because I don't really believe in that... I just think it's wierd... and kinda cute too.
( Humpty Dumpty was Pushed Is unaware of having any limits., Fri 9 Feb 2007, 8:23, Reply)

I was at the Christmas party at my new job
and met the fiancee of the guy who sat next to me.

Five years before, I'd lived with her for half a year when we were all at Uni in a totally different city.

She had been engaged to my then-flatmate, and was terrified I'd start regaling my colleague with tales of her student days. I merely pointed out to him that my flatmate had noticed she sounded like Margaret Thatcher when she got pissed off. They still married, it must have been love.
( Flapjack I spay a little mare for you, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 8:09, Reply)

quicker and simpler
Me and Mrs Toast had travelled to London to get some architectural reference photos for the art course we were both on. Stood in front of the Palace(?) Theatre (where Les Miserables was for ages) taking photos of the roof when I get a tap on my shoulder.
My brother had just happened to also be in London and walking past.
( HappyToast Groat froth, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 8:04, Reply)

My gandma died a few years back...
...and she was determined through her life that one of my mum's cousins, whom she disaproved of would NOT get a particular chair from the house.

Anyway, after all the legal stuff following her death was sorted the family were engaged in hpuse clearance.

The rubbish cousin attempted to remove said chair from upstairs only for it to slip from his grasp at the top of the stairs and break.

The spoooky thingy was that it was exactly 4 months, 17 days and 2 hours to the day that she'd died.
( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 8:04, Reply)

a massive chain of events and a bit of an emotional ending
Mrs Toast is an illustrator who does work for various publishing companies around the world, one of which is based in France.
Many years ago she had some trouble getting hold of a copy of one of the magazine issues featuring her work. The publisher sent two out but they never arrived.
Skip forward several weeks and my cousin (who travels to France regularly) said she'd pick a copy up if it was still in the shops.
She managed to grab a couple of copies from Le WHSmith and brought them back with her.
However there was another delay here and there and it took another week or so before she managed to drop the magazine off at my parents house.
I had left home several years before but was working 5 miles away so decided to nip over during my lunchbreak to collect the magazine.
No one was in, so I grabbed the magazines and was about to leave, when for some reason I decided to go upstairs where I was met by my old cat. He was about 17 years old now and had been my pet since he was a kitten.
On seeing me he leapt up from the bed, meow'd alot and started purring, rubbing around my legs and being generally cat like.
After about 10 minutes of this I had to get back off to work so said goodbye and set off.

2 hours later my mum phoned to say that she had got home to find Tom had died in his sleep on their bed. That he had been very quiet and shakey for the last few days and his arthritis was really getting the better of him, so it was probably a blessing.

If Mrs Toast hadn't done the illustrations for that company in France who failed to send stuff out and my cousin hadn't been going to France and able to find the magazine and then have various delays so that the magazine didn't get to me until the day it did.... I would not have seen my cat one last time.

When I explained to my mum how bright and alive he had been on seeing me she fell apart crying, and I almost do typing this.
It's my one bit of possible, personal evidence that fate exists, and it does scare me a bit.
( HappyToast Groat froth, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 8:00, Reply)

Spoooky!!!
I was walking around my house the other day, singing to myself. Normally this would be of NO consequence whatsoever, but today I happened to be singing that old hit, Brimful of Asha by Cornershop.

So there I am, "Brimful of Asha on the 45, well it's a Brimful of Asha on the 45", when I think to myself, "Hmmm, this song is great, but wouldn't it be even better if some no-mark, shite indie band would cover it!"

I turn on the radio and it's the new one from the View!
(jade, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 7:47, Reply)

I seem to be plagued by these.
I went to university a couple of hundred miles from my home and had the following conversation with a girl I met in a nightclub:

me: "Have you got a job?"
girl:"Yes, I'm working for (large insurance company)"
me: "Really? Do you know (my uncle)?"
girl:"Yes, we used to live next door to him. My mum nearly married him."
....then later that night...
me: "Look, here's my housemate."
girl:"I know him too. He introduced me to my first boyfriend."
( Zuowan, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 7:46, Reply)

Anna Nicole
Here's one.
A few weeks ago my friend and I were watching Robot Chicken, featuring a parody of the Anna Nicole show done with Smurfette. Anyways, this got us talking about the train wreck that is Anna Nicole, clearly substance abuse involved, the constantly shifting weight, from balloon to pencil thin. My friend said at that time that she'd be dead by 40 at that rate.
So there I am watching Fox news this morning, there she is, dead at 39.
(The Cosmic Fool Became aware that the bird is indeed the word on, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 7:41, Reply)

cleverly spoooky ..
.. people at the telephone over charging company have managed to quite randomly put my name, not just my first and last, but all three of my names on a bill and then through such devices as a crystal ball (i suppose) post it to where i live. and i don't even ask for them!
they just seem to know when to send them.
(fushundchups taste better with vinegar, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 6:09, Reply)

Another one
Went to a concert (blink 182 at wemberly) a while ago and mused to my girlfriend that the ginger mullet in front on me reminds me of another friend we know. At the mention of his name he turns round with a shock and almost falls over the barrier.
( Damion International - now taking orders., Fri 9 Feb 2007, 2:58, Reply)

A casual aquantaince
of mine who i would on occasion see on my local high street would generally greet me with a suitably casual "hiya".

When i was away with my girlfriend in Tenerife this Same stalker friend came up to me in a Spanish market and very casually greeted with the usual "hiya". I must applaud this friend for the way she did this. hundreds of miles away from home and she acts like were in the high street.
( Damion International - now taking orders., Fri 9 Feb 2007, 2:56, Reply)

One night last week, my friend was asking me to cut her hair.
We had a pretty detailed chat about it, and we were going to go back home to do the 'styling' after we finished our beers.
I ended up forgetting about it, due to going back home with some guy instead.
The next day, feeling too rat-shit to do anything but sit on the computer, I decided to google myself.
One of the first-page results was, "Styling - Hair Care By *Celerydemon's FULL name* and *Friend's FULL Name*"
Still haven't gotten around to cutting it for her - I was going to another night this week, but ended up going home with the same guy ...
(Celerydemon, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 2:49, Reply)

The phone
Once I was at my best friend's house. I needed to call home, so I picked up the phone. There was no dialtone. I realised that I'd picked it up just as someone was calling, before it had a chance to ring. And who was on the phone? My mom.
(racetraitor has an alibi for, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 2:48, Reply)

One time I was driving home...
from work late at night. Usually I didn't listen to the radio on the way home, 'cause my workplace at the time was loud, and the quiet of my car helped me relax. However, this time, for some reason I cannot fathom, I had the song Losing My Religion by REM stuck in my head. It's a song I hadn't heard in many years, and I wasn't really much of a fan... but it was stuck in my head nonetheless. So I started singing it.

I get through to the chorus, and decide since I'm feeling musical, I'm gonna turn on the radio. So I do, and guess what song is playing? That's right; Losing My Religion. There are some important factors that make this incredibly spooky:

* Myself and Michael Stipe were singing in almost perfect synchronisation. We were both on the same instance of the chorus, and no more than half a second out of step with eachother.
* The radio station I listen to doesn't play that kind of music. It's a classic rock station, playing the same Stones, Led Zep, Cream, ACDC, Aerosmith, Pink Floyd, .38 Special, Blue Oyster Cult and Steppenwolfe on a predictable loop. This instance was the one and only time I've heard REM played on this station.
* There was no particular reason why I would have that song stuck in my head. I had not heard it in probably 10 years. I didn't really like it all that much either. The only reason I knew the words was because it seemed to be the song most commonly played when I used to use a clock-radio to get up for school years ago.
( MarkyH feels like the H in Bob Hoskins' name, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 2:13, Reply)

Well...
...I once wrote some lame story on a website, and every single person who read it clicked on "I like this!" -- how spoooky is that?!
(StrongBad =! strong% AND StrongBad =! bad%: StrongBad = 1/0, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 1:58, Reply)

Maybe not
a coincidence but one of the many bars I have worked in was very very haunted, which caused some amusement and occasional terror.

During a late night drinking session after work the bosses wife got up and said "If there's anyone from the other side here give us a sign."

Every alarm in the building went off.
(cs1ca, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 1:53, Reply)

Not really a coincidence at all
Anyway, my brother's old flatmate's birthday is the day before mine. Last year we had a joint party at his place (they lived in a big swanky bachelor pad).

The day after we were talking about past birthday parties. I said 'I've always been really lucky, pretty much every year, its always nice and sunny on my birthday'.

Brother's flatmate: 'That's really weird! so do I'.

No shit Sherlock...
( HoratioFellatio Taking the the out of psychotherapist, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 1:33, Reply)

When I was backpacking in Oz
back in 2003 I visited the city of Cairns... if you can call it a city.

It's mostly inhabited by backpackers who all go to the Woolshed. An infamous backpackers' pub which serves dinner to most of the hostel's guests.

Anyway, on one particular night I was drunk (big surprise) and dancing on a table... cause that's what you do there.

Dancing next to me was a tall guy. He seemed a little familiar so I began to peer at him through the smoke... he was doing the same thing.

And then, at the exact same moment, we both recognised one another. He was Danny.. a guy I've known since I was a very little baby.

Neither of us had any idea we were both travelling in Oz despite the fact that our parents are good friends and see each other all the time.

length? i'm a girl...
(jeaneye, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 1:05, Reply)

small world
I was going to tell ye the story about meeting the old woman in a snooker club in australia whose mother, it turned out, actually used to live in my house in Ireland in the early 1900's and who emigrated to Oz with her family as a 4 year old. But it's so spooookey you'd never believe it.
Too bad...
(out of his league, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 1:03, Reply)

250 miles and a year
My hometown is Bicester, in Oxfordshire. Area postcode is OX26, incase you want to look it up. In 2005, between my first and second years at uni, while I was at home I did some temp work. the first job I was put on was picking and packing for a company called Lagoon Toys (if you've ever bought a pointless toy for christmas, chances are they made it). The first day I worked there I was working with a girl called Laura, who was at uni in Newcastle, and was also temping through the summer for extra cash. We got along really well, but she was only there for the one day, and I stayed for about a month.

In about February I'm in Huddersfield at uni again, and I saw an advert for a placement job in Gateshead. It didn't look that great, so I didn't go for it, until a mate of mine said that he thought it would be the perfect job for me. He actually said this on the closing date for job aplications for this particular job. So I figured, why the hell not? Not got much to lose. So I go for the interview. Six people from the uni went in total, five from music tech courses, and one from an electronics course. The two jobs that were going were technical assistant (electronics type thing, the one which I was hoping for) and sales team assistant (an office type job). To my suprise, about a month later I recieved a phone call saying I'd gotten the technical job, which I never thought I'd get purely on the basis that I was competing against an electronics student.

So in about October, maybe November, I've been doing this job for about three or four months now, and me, the boss and the other technical guy are due to go out on site one Friday, to a building site just the other side of the Tyne. Every Friday, we would all go and have lunch at a pub together (the company only consisted of seven people, including me and the other placement student). We usually went to the same place, but as half of us were going on site to a place right next to another resteraunt, we decided to go there instead. We got in, sat down and chose our meals. We then went to the bar to order, and they told us they weren't serving because they had a backlog of orders. So one of the other guys says "Hey, there's a pub round the corner, we should go there". So we go round the corner to this pub, go in and sit down. By coincidence, the bar girl serving us happens to be the girl I spent a day working with over a year before, over 250 miles away, and we both happen to recognise each other at the exact same time.

Now that I've written this down, it seems much less impressive
( Styxx hates when people talk in the third person, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 0:54, Reply)

This was pretty much the stuff that shitty horror films are made of. My life has become a cliche.
Last year, I was friends with a 6'8'' 300lb gay freakshow, who was an alcoholic, drug addict, and extremely manipulative. He crashed my car while drunk and convinced me it was my fault. He formed a club (a club for fuck's sake--we're in college) and didn't include me, even though I was his "best friend"--since I gave him my 2nd set of car keys, and when I tried to get them back he threatened me. I'm 5'4'' and female. Yeah.

So when I basically criticized him for getting drunk on campus (he was underage), shoving some guy, smashing his fist into a wall, then forcing all his fag-hags to pet his wounded paw--and refusing to apologize for my criticism--he tried to form a coup against me. In his puny mind, this meant getting his fag-hags and him to harass me in my own dorm building, even threatening me when I walked towards the RA's door.

I went to the dean--and he eventually got kicked out for drinking, pot, and a 0.5 GPA.

When fall of this year rolled around, I was walking out of class with a friend, noting that autumn made me nervous. He laughed and asked why, and I said it was because it was about the time the 300lb Fairy Princess crashed my Jeep. He consoled me by saying there was no way he could ever come back.

So he went back to his dorm to sleep, and I headed towards my class--

--and there was Tub O'Love. Surrounded by fag-hags happy for his glorious return.

I pulled a 180 and ran faster than I ever have in my goddamn life.
(I gave my ice cream to a shark, so I milked a cat mew mew moo, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 0:34, Reply)

my godfather...
...is on b3ta, and so am I!

We didn't know each other as b3tards but I caught him playing cursor love bunny game last year and popped the question.

Spoooky?



.....not really
( Supersam11 Can I go on the slides please?, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 0:17, Reply)

Scouse Preacher Guy
Saw him at Reading 2000 and had a good old chat with him... When I came back to Liverpool I saw him in Lime Street... And he recognised me and came up to talk to me... :/
(WittyUsernameHere, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 0:12, Reply)

Another..
Good post wormwood, i knew i wasn't imagining these things myself...they DO happen.

Got another, nothing to do with rule of three like, but we came all the way from Cheshire to go to holiday in Newquay cornwall (surfing rocks) and turned out the people who were in the caravan (caravan i know..we're poor) nextdoor, lived just around the corner from us back home.
(icely05 suggests killing the frosties kid, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 0:05, Reply)

Coincidence you say.......
......my mother gave birth to me.

Of all the holes, in all the world, I had to come out of hers.
( King_Eric has been ok since, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 0:05, Reply)

Has to be that scouse preacher fella who's been on here a few times...
...Told my friend from Melbourne about him cornering me in Liverpool but we never saw him when I showed her round Liverpool.

So I go to London and meet her for the second time and he's there on Oxford Street with his megaphone.

and then a year later I get back from Melbourne and see the B3TA newsletter where there's a picture of him.... In Melbourne.

He's following me.



Oh and 5 years after leaving uni I met the future Mrs Boden... Was telling her about my uni days and mentioned an old friend from Preston called Appi... She asked if he was a massive Michael Jackson fan and the conversation continued... Turned out he used to work with her in a petrol station... Often locked her out on the forecourt at night for a laugh.

Oh and Mr Joe Bangles... I'm from Wigan and my initials are MJB.
( beefandcheese, Thu 8 Feb 2007, 23:45, Reply)

Nympho
Was madly in love with Caroline, a nymphomaniac extraordinaire. So much a nympho that she shagged some other bloke she met in a niteclub - she was at a conference about 200 miles from the town we both lived in.
She got the guilts and confessed and we broke up.
Fast forward 18 months and I'm at a girlfriends house and get chatting to her new neighbour. He'd just moved here and was telling me that he didn't know many people in the area yet. Except for a girl he met in a niteclub about 18 months ago. It was a one nite stand but he did remember her name and described my ex to a tee.
(emadex thinks the world will end on, Thu 8 Feb 2007, 23:42, Reply)