Spoooooky internets...
So I used to have an online relationship with a young lady in Wisconsin. This was two years ago and in the end, dear fellows it ended up in a sticky mess (and not of man fat, as I'd hoped.)

We used to chat every day. It became the part of life, or we'd call each other. I used to get in from school, log on and BAM, she'd be there waiting for me, bless her. My point is that for an entire week, I was able to tell her without saying, what she was currently eating a drinking. And no seven-days-of-the-same-Derek-Acorah bullarky here either, sailors. We're talking one day on green tea, another on orange juice, and then another on diet Coke. This freaked us out bigtime.


And here we are, to this very week. Having met up with a fine young lady for the first time randomly in a Welsh border-city, she and I got talking rather merrily [no filth gents, do you instantly buy a new shirt and vomit or masturbate upon it?] and ended up swapping numbers, IMs and such forth.


For four days of this week we have spoken nonstop during the evenings. And I have managed to scare her by being eerily able to tell her what she's been drinking - or drank last.

Spoooooooktacular or whut?


You couldn't take my girth, you tight weakling.
(FightingComet got Boost Power on, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 11:25, Reply)

Dazzy Gazzy!?
I sort of come from the Isle of Man (i.e.: I lived there for most of my childhood). I've not been back for years.
It's a small place, so people often ask "Oh, I know someone from the IoM - do you know X?" like Americans asking we Brits if we know the Queen. Yes, the Island may be a tad inbred, but not everyone knows each other. There are a few dozen thousand people there, you know.
Twits.

Except, a mate of mine started a new job, and was amused to find that one of her fellow employees was from the hilarious backwater of web-footed no-tailed motorbiking and weirdness, the Isle of Man.
"Oh, I know someone from the Isle of Man!" says she.
"Yeah, everyone says that," says fellow employee. "Okay - who is it?"
"No Cake For the Impuritay."
"Shit! Never?" says Daz, my mate.

So I go to visit him. Strange, meeting someone you've not seen for all that time. We were kids when we last met, not in our mid-twenties, all growed up and jobbing professionals. Wasn't hard to recognise him: he looked exactly the same, except with a gaotee beard.

I was just going to say so, but Daz interrupts:
"Fucking hell, you look exactly the same, except with a goatee beard!"
( no cake for the impuritay Patrick Stewart hasn't aged since, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 11:23, Reply)

Music
Years ago was working at a Forensic Psychiatric unit in the Midlands. Was walking along humming "A National Acrobat" by Black Sabbath (an album track off Sabbath Bloody Sabbath) and as I walked onto the ward what song was playing ? A national acrobat.

Not as spoooky as some of the punters in there mind.

Length ? Its snowing !
(kitescreech still here, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 11:17, Reply)

If only I'd had a phone to NORAD
One night I had a rather intense dream that I was in a car that was going through an intersection, when it was promptly T-boned in the right back quarter by another car at a high rate of speed. Smoke started pouring from the rear end. Just as I was recovering from the shock of this, another car came from the opposite direction, slamming into the front left fender with even more ferocious force. Smoke billowed out of the front of the car. I was debating whether to break a window and jump out the driver's side when I snapped awake.

Two cars hitting me sideways at high speed from opposite directions.

My wife, lying next to me, immediately related the story of her own dream that she had just had, of being on some form of mass transit that was out of control, with everyone screaming in fear but unable to do anything.

I thought nothing more of it until I went downstairs, turned on the television, and was greeted by the sight of...

...the burning, collapsing World Trade Center towers in New York, that had been hit broadside by two airplanes from opposite directions at a high rate of speed.

It was September 11, 2001.

I swear to $SUPREME_BEING. 100% true.
(The 2-Belo OH SHI--[Sound of impact][End of recording], Fri 9 Feb 2007, 11:15, Reply)

siblings
A few years ago me and Mrs. Legion went on holiday to Turkey with her sister and boyfriend, a great time was had by all. After numerous break ups and reconcilliations we split up about a year after that holiday (were back together now!) After the collapse of this relationship I decided I wasn't going to let this romance lark do me out of a summer break and went on a two week hol with a bird from work to lets say...Yugoslavia. I had to tell my ex I was going away with a male friend so to avoid a big kicking off session. I casually lied about who was going thinking I did pretty well in leading her up the garden path. Sadly when we boarded the plane her sister and boyfriend who I'd been to Turkey with the year previously were sat next to us on the same flight. The awkwardness was supreme, so much for white lies...
(legion1978 "for we are many...", Fri 9 Feb 2007, 11:04, Reply)

in my bed....
...one night after a heavy night out with my flatmates. i left early for some reason. my door opens just as i'm getting to sleep. it's my flatmate coming to introduce me to some girl he's pulled. conversation goes something like clashrock's flatmate: "clashrock, this is...."
clashrock: "your from bathgate!!!"
clashrocks flatmates ladyfriend: "so are you!!!"


we no longer live in bathgate but a much nicer place indeed.
(Clashrock is being stalked by his brother on, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 10:47, Reply)

Absolutley true...
Sometime in the early 90s my Dad got his PSV licence in order to help the local school out and drive the coach for them when his free time permitted. One such trip was to the museums in Oxford. At the time arranged, Dad walked up the front steps to one of the museums to meet the kids at the main door and who should walk out but ex U.S President Ronald Reagan and his obligatory security men. He took one look at my Dad standing there in his tie and badge and proceeded to shake his hand and thank him, no doubt assuming that he was something to do with the museum.
Fast forward to 2001 and I was in Oxford with a Colombian girl I was seeing at the time, just doing the tourist thing for her benefit, having a nice day out. We noticed a crowd of people outside one of the museums and I asked a nearby copper what the occasion was.
"Bill Clinton's here", he says - "his daughter's starting university".
"Oh - where is he then?" I asked.
"Next to you sir".
And there he was. In running gear with all his goons around him. He shook my girlfiend's hand, shook mine, had a chat with a few other people and then toddled off into the crowd.

What's the chance of a father and son shaking 2 ex U.S Presidents' hands in the same town?

Spoooky.
( BobbyParadise, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 10:46, Reply)

I once had a vivid dream that a friend of mine was pregnant
I hadn't spoken to her in several months, but since I was thinking about her I gave her a call. I mentioned the dream, she laughed and said she'd bear it in mind.

Turns out that the day before she'd found out she was pregnant and nobody but her and her husband knew.
( Flapjack I spay a little mare for you, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 10:42, Reply)

Bloody Scary
About ten years ago in my young carfree days before mortgage and a kid(due in 1 day!!), I always felt it best to hedge my bets when it came to the ladies.

I had been seeing one girl(lets call her Lucy) who lived about 10 miles away. This went on for about 6 weeks until things started to fizzle out.

On the friday we decided to call it quits I went out clubbing with a mate and his GF. Ended up shagging his GF's mate on his living room floor until we both passed out.

Now heres the freaky bit....

Woke up THREE times throughout the night with the same image in my head.

I'm walking into a house and looking up at the landing ceiling but it doesnt look solid. It's kind of like looking at it through a heat haze...Lucy wasn't to be seen but there was a very strong presence of her being close.

This freaked me out for most of the next day.

Then at about 5 o'clock I walked passed our front door only for the local paper to be put thru the letterbox..

Opened it to find the headline 'MAN KILLS WIFE IN DEADLY BLAZE'

I read on....and shit myself when I discovered that after a domestic the man had poured petrol over himself and his wife and torched them both on the landing of their house.

The house was 2 doors away from Lucy's...

100% true...It was happening at the time I was dreaming it....

I beleive there is a term for it called 'remote viewing' or something like that.

Either way it was a mad experience.
(never-right -getting it wrong since '78, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 10:32, Reply)

I think you lot might be psychic
you do a spoooky coincidences QOTW expecting there to be very few re-posts and then Anna-Nicole Smith goes and pops her clogs.
(littlenipple hate's bad grammar, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 10:29, Reply)

this isn't a coincidence
but it's a response to the many 'how I met my partner' stories. It's also true (according to Wikipedia).

"[Richard] Garfield has personally created three Magic cards celebrating events in his life: One card, named simply as 'Proposal' was used for his marriage proposal to Lily Wu during a game of Magic. The card was created by pasting a color photocopy onto another card. Its text read 'Allows Richard to propose marriage to Lily. If the proposal is accepted both players win; mix the cards in play, both libraries, and both graveyards as a shared deck'. It is popularly believed to have taken four games before Garfield drew the card, but the proposal was accepted."

the awesome thing about this story, is that when the card didn't come up, he didn't just pull the card out of his deck: oh no, he kept playing until it did. You are a true nerd, sir, and I salute you.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 10:27, Reply)

Gig based coinkydink
Whenever i've lost my other mates at a concert, and it's happened 2 or three times now including at Glastonbury and Radiohead's southpark gig, i always randomly meet a mate of mine called Jamie, i never expect him to be there he just usually turns out to be around and rescues me from being billy no mates like a guardian gig angel.
( lordsaccharine b3taing is well retro mate, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 10:26, Reply)

From last night
In our pub quiz down my local they have all the usual gubbins including a connections round to which this week the answer was that the 4 people who made up the answers to the previous 4 questions would all be celebrating their 40th birthday this year. Sadly one of those people was Anna Nicole Smith so I guess that buggered that one. Also the answer was read out at approx 10pm GMT the same time her death was announced.

Is that spooky enough for ya??? Well is it?
( Big Ian has stopped changing his sig, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 10:24, Reply)

I was going out with a woman
who had orange hair (here in the topsy-turvy land of Australia we call gingers 'redheads', and it's considered a good thing).

I was 'going down' on her one day, and I noticed that her vagina completely failed to make a single funny remark. Also it chafed against my chin.

Who should appear on the TV at the exact same moment but Conan O'Brian - an annoying, unfunny ginger cunt!
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 10:22, Reply)

A Fairly Dahl Story
Remember how, when you were young, every so often you'd get a new phrase in your head which you'd try to work into conversation as often as possible? This happened to me all the time.

One evening, my sister and I went to our regular swimming classes. She's three years younger than me, so we were in separate classes at opposite ends of the pool (me in the super-hard deep end, her in the wussy shallow end, of course). Throughout the lesson and in the changing room afterwards, I kept thinking of a line I'd seen in a Roald Dahl book I'd read at school earlier; "Go and boil your head". It was the greatest insult I'd ever heard, and I had to use it.

Once dried and dressed, I left the changing room. My sister was leaving hers at the same time. "Here we go" I thought. "Time to use the best line ever".

But before I'd had time to speak, my sister got in.

"Costas" she said, "Go and boil your head".
(costas, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 10:09, Reply)

How I met my wife
I met a beautiful young lady whilst on holiday on a Greek Island, we had a bit of a whirlwind encounter thing, and I got a bit over enthusiatic about it, she was "on the bounce" hence the holiday, and I think I spooked her, because I knew she was "the one", anyway, we didnt exchange addresses or anything for the above reason, all she knew about me was that my Dad owned a pub (and the general region twas in)and I didnt have anything by which to trace her.
On return home she must have had a change of heart, because she rang every pub in the area asking if the landlord had a son called Dean, to no avail. Her friend had seen my friend's bookmark, which was his travellers cheque reciept, and had his address on, her friend told her it was 100 Sutton Road, and the girly sent me a postcard to this address. my friend lived at 101 Suttonhouse Road. the card arrived AT MY MATES HOUSE 4 weeks later. 3 days before I was due to visit Glasgow (her hometown) on an entirely unrelated matter. I called her, we met up, and this year I will have been married to her for 13 years, and we have 2 great kids.

Apologies for length, its my first ever b3ta post, but I swear every single word is true.
(t8yman, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 10:00, Reply)

One Friday I got my hair cut, later that day I went to New York
On the Sunday I was on the Staten Island ferry and literally bumped into my hairdresser. Neither of us had mentioned going away.

That's the best I've got.
(Chopper3, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 9:57, Reply)

a bit off topic, but there's a coincidence in it
Man walks into a pub, and the Landlord says "Good evening sir, what would you like to drink".
The man replies "Thanks very much, I'll have a pint of lager."
The man is halfway down his pint when the landlord politley coughs and says "That will be 2 quid please mate."
"Oh No," says the man "you offerred me this drink, I just came into the pub to get warm."
The landlord, understandably vexed says "Right finish your drink, get out and you're barred you robbing bastard!"
The man leaves.
The following night, the same man walks in
"Oy!" says the landlord " I told you last night you're barred."
The man says "But I've never been in here before in my life."
"Well you must have a double then" says landlord.
The man replies "Thanks very much, I'll have a whiskey."
(bugboybeast, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 9:55, Reply)

Divine Intervention
A couple of summers ago, I had just got together with my current boyfriend. We'd been seeing each other for a couple of weeks and things were going swimmingly ie. loads of deep & meaningful convos, hand holding & kissing.

I was due to go on holiday, and in spite of my excitement, I was feeling a little bit sorry for myself, as I'd have to be apart from my newly beloved for 10 WHOLE DAYS!!

Anyway the Tuesday afternoon of the flight I trundled off to the station, suitcase in hand to meet the mate I was flying with. And who should I see walking out of the station but my precious other half?

I should point out here that he works in Central London as an IT engineer, whereas I live well into the suburbs, and at this point he had never been to my home town.

I did a bit of a double take then legged it over to him to ask what he was doing walking out of the station the exact moment I was walking in. Turns out one of the buildings his company owns - get this - had been struck by lightening (!) and all the systems totally f***ed, so he was on his way to do some on site engineering.

We got to have a last kiss and cuddle and off I went with a smile on my face. The fact that he had been there at that moment, due to a lightening strike, pretty much convinced me (a total cynic i might add) that some things are meant to be, and 18 months later we're as happy as ever.

Soppy i know, but click 'I like this' if you believe in true love ;)
(Ambernj1, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 9:53, Reply)

It's not just fer you young'uns
Well!
One wednesday (early evening) I went to a pub about 10 miles from my place because they had early evening food on and I couldn't be arsed to cook. At the other end of the pub was a group of ladies, one of whom I had met in a nightclub about 3 weeks before and given a lift home to (she was old enough to be my daughter so no naughtybadness ensued).
It came to pass that another of the ladies fancied the arse off me (her words) but couldn't find a way to get into conversation with me. The young liftee (keep up!) dragged her over to my table and a conversation ensued.
Coincidences were:-
Liftee had never been in that pub before.
Arse fancier usually went to another place to wait for her daughter to finish a dancing lesson but decided on a whim to change.
Arse fancier was not only someone I'd met 20 years before but she used to use my local.
Her ex boyfriend of 20 years ago, I went to school with.
Same guy, after they broke up, bought my late parent's house.
Her ex husband had been my apprentice.
Ex husband's older brother was on the same courses as me when we were apprentices together.
Her family know me from fixing their car at the roadside 2 years before on the way to cornwall, no-one else would stop to help.
Been together now for 2 years, all from not being arsed to cook on a random wednesday.
(Captain Placid 24/7 ball gags, brownie mix and clown porn, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 9:45, Reply)

Ipod sent me a message
I was walking home from the shops and my ipod played me the version of "I put a spell on you" by Nina Simone. Straight after came "I put a spell on you" by Screaming Jay Hawkins.

And the spoookiest thing is that I'd just been buying voodoo supplies.
( littlefish I like cheese, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 9:44, Reply)

Double helphing for Vera
One night I had the horn.

I remembered that there was a dear old bewildered lady living next door called Vera. She was game for anything so I decided to pop round there and tell her I was a doctor and needed to put my "thermometer" in her mouth to take her temperature.

When I got there the door was open, so I went in. And what do you think I saw?

My Dad, dressed in a Drs outfit pumping hot gobs of rancid man fat into Veras mouth.

Oh how we laughed at her funeral!
( Goatworrier had your mum and she was shit, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 9:40, Reply)

Spoooky etc and so on
I saw this week's QOTW subject was "spoooky coincidence" and my immediate thought was great! I've got a good coincidence story. And it's true.

About 7 years ago I was walking past a phone box in Soho, it started ringing and I answered it on a whim, and turned it was my mate John phoning for me, he'd misdialled my home number.

Then I carried on reading the QOTW question past the subject line and realised it was basically the exact same story as what had happened to me.

That is a coincidence so spoooky I have just soiled my britches.
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(Ali Bongo 9000 Ali Bongo 9000, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 9:33, Reply)

Michael Lee Smith
There is a person who lives in my road with the same name and date of birth as me. I know this because the doctors surgery always has to clarify which Michael Lee Smith I am. However, I'm yet to meet the other Michael.
(dernuke - ARTCRAP, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 9:26, Reply)

I was at my parent's house,
my mum handed me a cup of tea and then after a pause said "don't spill it on the carpet", as she pronounced the 't' of carpet the mug fell of the handle.
True story.
( thegoose, quietly backs out of the room hoping no one noticed, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 9:25, Reply)

Xbox Live
Playing on Xbox Live (as you do) I ended up chatting to a random person in the game lobby. Usual chit-chat ensues and I ask him where he is from. "Dartford" he replies, "but I used to live in Croydon." Suprised, I inform him that I used to live in Croydon also. "Yeh, I used to live in some crappy little village called New Addington." Now I am in disbelief as I that is where I used to live in my younger years!!

It also turns out that we went to the same High School, but at different times (he was a fair bit older) but we still knew some of the same teachers. I then asked him where he lived in New Addington and told him where I lived. He knew my road (rather well) and asked if I knew someone called Barry who used to live there. Barry not only lived dead opposite my house, but he worked with my dad (when he wasn't doing time) as well. He then asked if I knew that guy "Terry, who killed his girlfriend." Sadly I did know who Terry was - He killed my best friend's mum (who lived 2 doors down from me) and is currently doing time in Belmarsh prison.

He then told me that his mates girlfriend's nan moved into my old house recently - I was skeptical at first, until he describled the little porch on the front of the house (which my dad built) without me saying a word.

Spoooky!

It is a small world indeed!.......
(-Tomcat- has heard of the healing power of laughter?, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 9:17, Reply)

WOOW
Two baby stories together!!!
Spooky!!
(Suck it and Sea, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 9:08, Reply)

Blue Yonder
I woke up one morning dreaming that I was swimming in lovely warm water. Discovered the wifes water had broken.

Still made her
(Suck it and Sea, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 9:06, Reply)

Spoooky baby
A good friend recently gave birth to her second son. She had mentioned a couple of possible names but hadn't decided on one. 3 days before he was born I had a dream about visiting the family after he was born. In my dream, let's say his name was Duncan. I woke up with the strongest feeling that should be his name - and it wasn't one she had mentioned to me before. 3 days later, her husband called to tell me baby Duncan had arrived safely.... when I asked her later why she chose that particular name, she said "I'm not sure... it just came to me 3 days before he was born". Weeeeeeiiiiiirrrrdd....
(Eldred, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 8:57, Reply)

Travelled to Gretna to get married with the fiancee and two guests
We'd had alot of hassle in Swansea from interferring family members, and decided "Feck it!".

So we get upto Scotland, stay for a few days before getting all the final details sorted, then have our Wedding.

As we're having our photos done, one of the guys from the training department in work wonders past, asking "What the hell are you doing here?" As if the wife's wedding dress wasn't enough of a fucking clue mate.
( Jeccius Steam Borderlands 2 junkie, Fri 9 Feb 2007, 8:51, Reply)