My time of birth was 15:34, I have two sisters, ones time of birth was 08:34, the other’s 13:34. Then I had my son, his time of birth was 20:34, a few years later, birth of my daughter was 07:34! Perhaps our families lucky number should be 34?
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Once my friends and I went to an open mic and one of the performers we saw him few days later in the queue in a waterpark. Didn't say anything tho
My step-mum died several years ago.
Two days before the first anniversary of her death, I took my sons to the dentist.
I was surprised to see a new painting/print on the wall of the waiting room because it happened to be by my step-mum’s favourite artist. He wasn’t a well known artist and was from “up North”, like my step-mum, so I didn’t expect to see his paintings anywhere, let alone further South.
Anyway, sat underneath this painting was a woman. I looked at her and she was my step-mum’s doppelgänger! I couldn’t believe my eyes. I thought perhaps I was seeing what I wanted to see, so I just said the word “Grandma” to my sons and then looked across. Their faces were as shocked as mine.
I still go to the same dentist but the painting isn’t there now and I’ve never seen the woman since either.
Also, on the actual first anniversary of my step-mum’s death, my brother was sitting at his PC. The chair he was sitting on had been my step-mum’s and he had been given it after she died. Suddenly he found himself on the floor - the seat had actually sheared off from the metal base. He was so shocked that it had happened on the first anniversary of her death. He telephoned me to tell me what a coincidence it was that it had happened that day. I asked him what time did it break? He said “5pm, why?” I replied “and what time did our step-mum die?”
Yes, you’ve guessed it, she died at 5pm exactly a year before.
She obviously didn’t want him to have her chair!
Two days before the first anniversary of her death, I took my sons to the dentist.
I was surprised to see a new painting/print on the wall of the waiting room because it happened to be by my step-mum’s favourite artist. He wasn’t a well known artist and was from “up North”, like my step-mum, so I didn’t expect to see his paintings anywhere, let alone further South.
Anyway, sat underneath this painting was a woman. I looked at her and she was my step-mum’s doppelgänger! I couldn’t believe my eyes. I thought perhaps I was seeing what I wanted to see, so I just said the word “Grandma” to my sons and then looked across. Their faces were as shocked as mine.
I still go to the same dentist but the painting isn’t there now and I’ve never seen the woman since either.
Also, on the actual first anniversary of my step-mum’s death, my brother was sitting at his PC. The chair he was sitting on had been my step-mum’s and he had been given it after she died. Suddenly he found himself on the floor - the seat had actually sheared off from the metal base. He was so shocked that it had happened on the first anniversary of her death. He telephoned me to tell me what a coincidence it was that it had happened that day. I asked him what time did it break? He said “5pm, why?” I replied “and what time did our step-mum die?”
Yes, you’ve guessed it, she died at 5pm exactly a year before.
She obviously didn’t want him to have her chair!
I was in Australia for 6 months, prior to going I was given the address of a colleague I worked with previously and suggested I meet up with her. I got to Melbourne and called the number, her flatmate told me she was away on holidays for a few weeks. We then headed to Cairns the following week and were sitting in a pub drinking when she walked in.
Newbie here and I have several!
I never knew my grandparents, so my mum's aunt and her husband were like my grandparents.
My great uncle was very ill, and I woke in the night but felt his presence and smiled knowing he was at peace. We got a phone call a little later saying he had died in his sleep.
My great aunt was in a care home after my great uncle died and had dementia. We were due to visit her on the Monday as she was unwell. However, we were waiting for Superstars to start on TV and I turned to my mum and eldest brother saying we'd get a phone call before the end of the opening credits to say she had died. The program began and 10 seconds before the opening credits ended the phone rang...cue odd looks. My mum answered and it was my great aunt's care home ringing she had died a little while ago.
When I was 10 on a family holiday my dad bought me a cuddly toy, I got a horrible feeling off it, and said we were not to get back into the car. Family of course laughed at me as I'm borderline hysterical that we must not get back into the car, but get thrown in and told to shut up. As we drive off the weather changes from blue skies and sunshine to heavy rain and fog, we cannot see more than 100m in front. Less than ten minutes later we are all involved in a major car accident, nobody died, but left me badly shaken. I have had that seem horrible feeling several times, and know something will happen every time.
Final one for now. A friend is a musician in the music business and after seeing him live I developed a sore throat but wasn't unwell. My throat kept getting worse and worse, with my friend's mum joking as he'd had a bit of a sore throat. It got to the stage it was like tonsillitis but my doctor found no trace. Same time, my friend had been touring so much without a day off he was the one with tonsillitis! He had to have emergency surgery to remove his tonsils. I have had empathetic hangovers for him too!
I never knew my grandparents, so my mum's aunt and her husband were like my grandparents.
My great uncle was very ill, and I woke in the night but felt his presence and smiled knowing he was at peace. We got a phone call a little later saying he had died in his sleep.
My great aunt was in a care home after my great uncle died and had dementia. We were due to visit her on the Monday as she was unwell. However, we were waiting for Superstars to start on TV and I turned to my mum and eldest brother saying we'd get a phone call before the end of the opening credits to say she had died. The program began and 10 seconds before the opening credits ended the phone rang...cue odd looks. My mum answered and it was my great aunt's care home ringing she had died a little while ago.
When I was 10 on a family holiday my dad bought me a cuddly toy, I got a horrible feeling off it, and said we were not to get back into the car. Family of course laughed at me as I'm borderline hysterical that we must not get back into the car, but get thrown in and told to shut up. As we drive off the weather changes from blue skies and sunshine to heavy rain and fog, we cannot see more than 100m in front. Less than ten minutes later we are all involved in a major car accident, nobody died, but left me badly shaken. I have had that seem horrible feeling several times, and know something will happen every time.
Final one for now. A friend is a musician in the music business and after seeing him live I developed a sore throat but wasn't unwell. My throat kept getting worse and worse, with my friend's mum joking as he'd had a bit of a sore throat. It got to the stage it was like tonsillitis but my doctor found no trace. Same time, my friend had been touring so much without a day off he was the one with tonsillitis! He had to have emergency surgery to remove his tonsils. I have had empathetic hangovers for him too!
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One Sunday I phoned my mum at work only for the staff nurse of the carehome to say your mum had gone home. I knew this was odd as she was supposed to be working all day. I was remember getting a bad feeling and walking in up the hill to my mum's sisters house. Right enough when I got there my mum and her sister were both sitting there having a cup of tea and looking worried. Turns out their younger sister who was in an abusive marriage has tried to kill herself and when posting the suicide letter to my aunt she had gotten cold and went into her garage to warm up. My uncle who was an early riser found her the next morning and they rushed her to hosptial. I still find it weird how I knew to go to my aunts.
Not mine sadly but a friends!
my friend was in blockbusters (back in the day) in Manchester picking a video for her and her then (new) boyfriend. She got talking to a guy next to her who recommended her a film and she decided to go with it. Went back- apparently the film was absolutely awful and almost like a soft porno! Said it was so awkward watching it with a new partner
fast forward two years she’s living in London and posting a letter at a letterbox. She arrives at the box at the same time as a guy- looks at him and recognises him as the video man! Says to him that film was rubbish btw and he said yeah I know sorry
they went on a date that night and they’ve been married for over ten years now
my friend was in blockbusters (back in the day) in Manchester picking a video for her and her then (new) boyfriend. She got talking to a guy next to her who recommended her a film and she decided to go with it. Went back- apparently the film was absolutely awful and almost like a soft porno! Said it was so awkward watching it with a new partner
fast forward two years she’s living in London and posting a letter at a letterbox. She arrives at the box at the same time as a guy- looks at him and recognises him as the video man! Says to him that film was rubbish btw and he said yeah I know sorry
they went on a date that night and they’ve been married for over ten years now
A weird one. But if I was a boy I was gonna be called Will. My boyfriend is called will. And his mum was going to be called Steve if she was a boy and she is married to a Steve!
Also me and my friend, our mums are both called Julia, we both have auntie Julia’s on our mums side and both have cousins called Jack on our mums.
Once I woke up in the night and randomly thought of a customer who came into my work who I hadn’t seen for a while. I had literally never thought of him other than serving him before. Got to work that day and found out he’d passed away
Also me and my friend, our mums are both called Julia, we both have auntie Julia’s on our mums side and both have cousins called Jack on our mums.
Once I woke up in the night and randomly thought of a customer who came into my work who I hadn’t seen for a while. I had literally never thought of him other than serving him before. Got to work that day and found out he’d passed away
My parents had been told they couldn’t have kids, and had decided to go down the adoption route rather than IVF, and were just about to get started when my Dad’s Mum passed away suddenly. Her funeral, my Mum realised she couldn’t fasten her trousers... 9 months later, along came me, the only one out of 12 grandchildren with red hair and freckles, the same as my Grandma had.
Once we were checking in for our flight and there was this super annoying family in front of us!! Their son was a little tit and they kept constantly saying his name “sammy - Joe” ALL THE TIME! We said hope they’re not on our plane. They were on our bloody plane, coach, kept sitting next to us at the pool and on our plane and coach home too!!* I was waiting for an op but hadn't received a letter from the hospital as to when the date would be, a year later still waiting, was at a funeral and a relative asked if i had my appointment yet which i hadn't. Next day a letter arrived from the hospital with my pre op and operation dates that i had been waiting over a year for.
* Was staying at a hotel which i thought was haunted, in the reception area was a guest book so i decided to have a nose through it, i lifted my hand under a page to turn over to read some of the comments and the date at the top of that page was my birth date
* Not sure if this was a coincidence or just bad luck- we was on a plane heading to Greece for a holiday, behind us was 3 men quite rowdy who got on my nerves. Was glad to get off the plane to get away from them, thought i wouldnt see them again!!! How wrong was i - got onto the coach to take us to hotel, the same 3 men were on same coach, then they were in same hotel and make matters worse they was in room next to us.
One of the 3 guys got chatting to us and was pleasant, he then struck up a holiday romance with my sister. Cut a long story short he moved down to be near her after holiday ended, they got married and had a baby. They were together 7 years before marriage ended but we are still in contact with him now.
* My cousin was due to get on one of the planes that had crashed into Twin Towers in 2001. Fortunately for him he missed that flight.
I have walked down roads before and seen someone look exactly the same that I have walked past about four times, it's like someone was copy and pasted in my path - same height, hat, coat, trousers and shoes.
I have also felt my lips itch like someone is talking about me, and think of a friend, only for them to text me moments later.
I have also felt my lips itch like someone is talking about me, and think of a friend, only for them to text me moments later.
I bumped in to someone I knew and hadn’t seen for about 5 years in a hotel lobby in Toronto (we were both staying at the same hotel) then again back in England about 2 weeks later, he was getting off a train through the doors I was getting on.
About thirty+ years ago, my parents were on holiday in Germany. They just used to take the car across on the ferry, drive where they wanted and try to find a hotel for the night. In their wanderings, they came to a nice old town and, as it was late afternoon, decided to see if the old inn had a vacant room for the night. As they were checking in, the door to the bar flew open and a young woman threw herself into my father's arms, shrieking "Uncle X! Uncle X!". The hotelier looked worried and said to my mother "I hope she hasn't got the wrong person". Mum laughed and said that she hadn't. It was her cousin's daughter, also on holiday from the UK. Neither had a clue that the other was going to be in Germany or when they had holidays, and my parents had only decided to go to that place and later to stay the night on the spur of the moment.
Similar thing happened with my mum! Struggled for years to get pregnant, they got a dog and my mum fell pregnant with my brother. Less than two years later my mum's dad passed away suddenly and she had an appointment booked to restart her fertility treatment for a couple of months later. About a month after her dad died she found out she was pregnant with me. Fast forward 13 years we got another dog and out of the blue my gran (mums mum) passed away and a few months later my mum found out she was pregnant again. Sadly she miscarried that time, but always found it strange!
I went travelling few years ago and spent 2016 in Australia, came home in October 2016.
A few weeks later I went on a tinder date with a guy in the next town over. Turns out he had came home from Australia 3 days before me. When we shared stories and picks, we realized we had been in the same places at the same time for the three months prior to coming home.
We are now in a relationship and living together
A few weeks later I went on a tinder date with a guy in the next town over. Turns out he had came home from Australia 3 days before me. When we shared stories and picks, we realized we had been in the same places at the same time for the three months prior to coming home.
We are now in a relationship and living together
My family are from Liverpool. I lived there until I was 5, when my mum and my brother and I moved to a town near London.
Aged 12, I became best friends with Deb, through her, I got to know her oldest friend since nursery, Helen. Helen and I used to only really see one another through Deb and wasn't firm friends in our own right, but got on well.
Helen's dad was born and raised in Liverpool, like my mum. So, a nice coincidence.
Anyway, fast forward to two years ago, I'm aged 40. Helen has moved away closer to London, I still live in my town, as does Deb.
Sadly, my lovely great-aunt died. So I travel to her funeral. Of course, my Liverpool family are all there and at the wake, I ask after my cousins in Ireland who I'd not seen for years. On a whim, I look one of them up on FB and send her a friend request.
I then see we have a friend in common. But it's not anyone from my Liverpool family. It's Helen?!??
I ask my cousin how she knows Helen and she said, "Oh, Helen is my cousin!"
Turns out, Helen (my friend of almost 30 years), her dad is my nan's first cousin. They even lived together at one point growing up.
Helen had met my nan on many occasions.
We were actually related. Our brains were fried by this. Crazy times!!
Deb was speechless her two besties were cousins.
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I've another one.
My mum died suddenly last year, only just turned 64. I didn't pick the funeral directors, as when she was found in her flat the emergency services had contacted the nearest undertaker.
I'd never arranged a funeral before and was obviously a mess. I was assigned a lovely lady called Sue at the funeral directors, to look after it all and help me.
I thought, I will remember that name, my mum was called Sue.
Anyway, first coincidence was she lost her dad in the same manner I'd lost my mum. So she was very understanding.
Then I went in with the death certificate and slip needed to arrange the cremation and she froze looking at it. On the slip it showed my mum's married name Susan Anne Williams, DOB 1955.
The funeral director's married name was Susan Anne Williams and her DOB was 1955!
Then another coincidence, they randomly chose a celebrant for the funeral as I didn't have a clue. When I met him, turned out we'd worked at two of the same organisations in the past, but a year apart each time and had a ton of friends in common. But we had never met.
On the day of the funeral, one of the undertakers comes up to say hello afterwards and asked if I recognised him. He looked familiar. Wasn't sure. He was my mum's ex-husbands brother. I'd not seen him for 25 years.
Finally, at the wake. I went outside the pub for fresh air, I had mum's big framef photo to put in the car but got sidetracked by some friendly people talking outside, who I'd never met. They were just locals having a drink in main pub.
One of them recognised my mum from the photo as they used to drink in a pub she ran 30 years ago!
Another person in that group, had just lost their mother-in-law. The mother-in-law's name was the same as my mum's first and last name before she married!!!
Spooky eh?
Aged 12, I became best friends with Deb, through her, I got to know her oldest friend since nursery, Helen. Helen and I used to only really see one another through Deb and wasn't firm friends in our own right, but got on well.
Helen's dad was born and raised in Liverpool, like my mum. So, a nice coincidence.
Anyway, fast forward to two years ago, I'm aged 40. Helen has moved away closer to London, I still live in my town, as does Deb.
Sadly, my lovely great-aunt died. So I travel to her funeral. Of course, my Liverpool family are all there and at the wake, I ask after my cousins in Ireland who I'd not seen for years. On a whim, I look one of them up on FB and send her a friend request.
I then see we have a friend in common. But it's not anyone from my Liverpool family. It's Helen?!??
I ask my cousin how she knows Helen and she said, "Oh, Helen is my cousin!"
Turns out, Helen (my friend of almost 30 years), her dad is my nan's first cousin. They even lived together at one point growing up.
Helen had met my nan on many occasions.
We were actually related. Our brains were fried by this. Crazy times!!
Deb was speechless her two besties were cousins.***************************************************
I've another one.
My mum died suddenly last year, only just turned 64. I didn't pick the funeral directors, as when she was found in her flat the emergency services had contacted the nearest undertaker.
I'd never arranged a funeral before and was obviously a mess. I was assigned a lovely lady called Sue at the funeral directors, to look after it all and help me.
I thought, I will remember that name, my mum was called Sue.
Anyway, first coincidence was she lost her dad in the same manner I'd lost my mum. So she was very understanding.
Then I went in with the death certificate and slip needed to arrange the cremation and she froze looking at it. On the slip it showed my mum's married name Susan Anne Williams, DOB 1955.
The funeral director's married name was Susan Anne Williams and her DOB was 1955!
Then another coincidence, they randomly chose a celebrant for the funeral as I didn't have a clue. When I met him, turned out we'd worked at two of the same organisations in the past, but a year apart each time and had a ton of friends in common. But we had never met.
On the day of the funeral, one of the undertakers comes up to say hello afterwards and asked if I recognised him. He looked familiar. Wasn't sure. He was my mum's ex-husbands brother. I'd not seen him for 25 years.
Finally, at the wake. I went outside the pub for fresh air, I had mum's big framef photo to put in the car but got sidetracked by some friendly people talking outside, who I'd never met. They were just locals having a drink in main pub.
One of them recognised my mum from the photo as they used to drink in a pub she ran 30 years ago!
Another person in that group, had just lost their mother-in-law. The mother-in-law's name was the same as my mum's first and last name before she married!!!
Spooky eh?
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I won a competition, a trip for two to see Travis play a gig in Amsterdam, meet the band, five star hotel and everything.
When we got to the airport, the record company / PR person met us off our flight to take us to our hotel and said that we just needed to meet up with the other couple who had won the competition in Northern Ireland.
Met them, hit it off straight away. Get talking. Turns out the bloke's mum lived 3 miles from me in Milton Keynes, we often drank in her local!
So after the holiday / gig, we'd all catch up once or twice a year when they came over and visited his mum and we went to Belfast for the couple's wedding. Still friends 15+ years on.
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Another one:
My mate Paula one day asked me how I know Brian. I asked "Brian who?" She said, mutual friend on Facebook.
I look him up and recalled when I went to London (50 miles away) to visit my best mate for the weekend. He worked for the MoD and we went for drinks in the Civil Service Club, where some of his workmates joined us. Later on, his mate Brian (an older chap, closer to retirement) suggests we move on to a private member's club for drinks and he'd sign us in. Brian is a hoot and my best mate's friend, so why not?
Anyway, we must have added each other on Facebook during the drunken merriment of the evening. But he never really went online and I never heard from him again.
Until five years on when Paula asks how I know him.
Turns out Paula owns an apartment that in Bodrum, Turkey. So does Brian apparently. He's Paula's next door neighbour out there.
When we got to the airport, the record company / PR person met us off our flight to take us to our hotel and said that we just needed to meet up with the other couple who had won the competition in Northern Ireland.
Met them, hit it off straight away. Get talking. Turns out the bloke's mum lived 3 miles from me in Milton Keynes, we often drank in her local!
So after the holiday / gig, we'd all catch up once or twice a year when they came over and visited his mum and we went to Belfast for the couple's wedding. Still friends 15+ years on.
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Another one:
My mate Paula one day asked me how I know Brian. I asked "Brian who?" She said, mutual friend on Facebook.
I look him up and recalled when I went to London (50 miles away) to visit my best mate for the weekend. He worked for the MoD and we went for drinks in the Civil Service Club, where some of his workmates joined us. Later on, his mate Brian (an older chap, closer to retirement) suggests we move on to a private member's club for drinks and he'd sign us in. Brian is a hoot and my best mate's friend, so why not?
Anyway, we must have added each other on Facebook during the drunken merriment of the evening. But he never really went online and I never heard from him again.
Until five years on when Paula asks how I know him.
Turns out Paula owns an apartment that in Bodrum, Turkey. So does Brian apparently. He's Paula's next door neighbour out there.
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My mum and my dad's friend/colleague are the same birthday and age, except he was born in Australia and her Scotland.
Edinburgh is like a giant village, you usually only need to name an organisation or name and have at least one connection. For example, a friend asked how I knew Karen, ex work colleague, he'd worked with her twenty years before as well as a girl I was at school with. A Canadian online friend, who I knew from chatrooms I used to moderate, asked how I knew Ally (another ex-work colleague), turned out when travelling around Canada he'd stayed with her sister!
I'm from Edinburgh and never have I seen a truer word spoken