My three strange experiences.

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Story 1

​My life in general at the time:

Life was routine, not particularly good or bad as I remember.

My feelings before it happened:

I do not remember, just another day.

My story:

I was age early twenties or so, late 1980s. I had no reason whatsoever to think of my sister. We were not a close family, and I hadn't even seen her for years. I was still living with my parents. She was never mentioned. For no reason whatsoever I had a cold rush of fear/unease, as you would if you discovered you had lost your wallet, and this feeling was somehow connected with my sister. With hindsight I would say I knew something had happened to her, it was that sort of feeling. Later that day my parents received a phone call to say something had happened, she had been in a car crash or something of that sort.

How I felt afterwards:

I had a feeling of unease/anxiety all day, and couldn't shake off the feeling that it was something to do with my sister that had caused it. I do not remember how I felt when I heard that something had happened to her.

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Story 2

​My life in general at the time:

I was an anxious and highly stressed teen, then later in my 30s also at a stressed time.

My feelings before it happened:

On both occasions I was feeling fine, even a bit cheerful?

My story:

When a student age 19, I was invited to a party at an ordinary Victorian era terraced house, a typical student house of the 1980s. Everything was fine until I stepped through the door, then I stepped right back out again, trying not to appear weird, pretending I was going to sneeze or something like that. The reason I went back out immediately was that as soon as I stepped through the door, I saw the house as a structure rather than a house, as bare brick walls and joists, as if it had been stripped back and was no longer a house you could live in. It felt unsafe/intimidating. This must have been momentary because I made myself go in and it looked normal again, but I could not shake off that feeling and didn't stay for long.This was not the first time this had happened, I vaguely remember other instances of the same thing, maybe two or three times. 

Exactly the same thing happened when I was in my 30s, just once. My personal life was hell at the time but on that day I felt fine. A new neighbour threw a house warming party, so with a mate from next door I toddled along and again, as soon as I walked through the door it was all stripped walls and joists, oppressive, so I did a reverse ferret and stepped back out again. Same as before, this was momentary, after which I went in, tried not to act weird, but got out as soon as possible. I never went back into either house and even now would not want to.

How I felt afterwards:

I don't remember.

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Story 3

​My life in general at the time:

Highly stressed teen, early 1980s. I had the childhood from hell but to me, at that time, that was normal, but I do know I was a nervous wreck at the time.

My feelings before it happened:

I do not remember, just another day.

My story:

I was making a cup of tea in the kitchen, waiting for the kettle to boil. Only my mother and I were in the house. I heard somebody go down the stairs and out of the front door. I assumed it was my mother and thought nothing of it. While still making tea, so only a few minutes later, my mother came into the kitchen. She was surprised to see me because she had heard me walk down the stairs and go out of the front door. I told her that I thought she had gone out of the front door, and while I was wondering if a burglar had nipped upstairs for a look around, I realised that what I had heard was the sound of the old front door, the old front door that had been replaced 2 or 3 years ago, and had a very distinctive sound, nothing like the new door. It was while I was working out how to say this without sounding completely mad that my mother said the same thing, that she had heard the old front door. 

How I felt afterwards:

I felt a mild momentary shock as I realised what I had heard, but afterwards I wrote it off as nothing important, maybe just some sort of déjà vu or something.