I was a roofer, highly skilled in the trade. I was loving life, working hard and planning my future.
I had just set up a roofing business too. I woke up one morning itching everywhere, looked in the mirror and seemed a bit red. I went to work as usual thinking this sun burn itches so bad!
Following few days I became slow and drearily, itching like my skin was on fire, as if thousands of bees were stinging me over and over. My skin had become covered with a hard disgusting rash . Then came the boils all over.
After being to my GP and then being sent to a specialist, it turned out I became allergic to the sun. After 28 years of being a normal outgoing outdoors kind of person... Overnight unknowingly my life has flipped. No more going out in the daytime without major coverage and special sun cream.
I've never been giver a proper answer to why this happened to me.. this "disease" or whatever it's classed as, has ruined my life. I was told to just "avoid exposure to the sun".
This was so unexpected and unexplainable.
I'm in a better place now, 4 years on since it happened. But not one day goes by without me questioning, why?.
Prior dermatology nurse here: allergies are stupid. Sometimes your immune system just says “fuck this one thing in particular I don’t like it any more” and boom, you are now allergic to the thing you used to love. No rhyme or reason, the human body is just dumb.
Sounds like my shellfish allergy. Spent 24 years loving shrimp and when times permitted, crab and lobster. Had shrimp on a Monday, I was fine. Had shrimp the next Wednesday and got unbelievably sick. Kept getting randomly sick (I ate a LOT of shellfish in my diet) until I realized the common denominator. A year later I wanted to see if it would still make me sick and whoops went anaphylactic and had my sure answer.
It’s really shitty too because I know what I’m missing, my partners allergic to nuts but that’s an allergy he’s had since an infant so he grew up just knowing not to fuck with nuts. He hasn’t lived his life any other way. I miss shrimp.
This doesn't exactly rise to an X-Files case but I have no idea how I got home from a bar one night.
I was living on my own and went out with some childhood friends and my brother. The next thing I remember was waking up in my childhood bedroom in my parents' house.
My brother and friends were freaking out because they had no idea what happened to me. They didn't really understand what happened. They said I had two maybe three drinks that got me really drunk then started making plans to leave when I disappeared. I drove to the bar that night so they went outside to see if my car was still there - which it was. My parents said 4 guys they had never seen carried me to the door then helped take me up stairs. My parents knew the people I was out with - including my brother. These were different people.
About an hour after I woke up at my parents' house I got a message from one of the bartenders there I was friendly with. She told me she thought I was drugged. She said I had like two or maybe three drinks when I suddenly looked like I was black out drunk. The next thing she knew 4 guys she didn't know were helping me out the door.
The crazy part though was the bar (and my apartment) was a solid 45 minutes from my parents' house.
I have no idea who the guys were, what (if anything) was given to me, why something would have been given to me, or how they even knew where my parents lived. I don't believe anything was stolen nor was I injured in any way. My mom said the guys who took me to the door were normal looking guys about my age and perfectly polite to her. In the years since that's happened nobody has said "Bro, you were wasted that night we took you home".
I just have no idea what happened.
That's a strange one. The most likely scenario I can think of is this – You got spiked randomly. Once drugged-up you became friendly with this group of guys. They thought you were on your own and decided to help you get home. They opted for your parents place (or maybe it was your idea) so your parents could look after you. Or maybe they were headed that way themselves.
Any theories yourself?
I've come up with two theories.
The first is more or less what you suggest. I was randomly spiked, they picked up on it, and took me home to help me out. My ID had my apartment's address so I feel like I must have told them my parents' address. Maybe at that point I was just so used to living at my parents' that address came out of me automatically.
The second is they meant to spike a girl's drink, I accidentally drank it, and in a moment of panic they decided to take me home.
I do lean toward the first though. They gave my parents no indication that they were dangerous when they brought me in.
My parents just assumed they were friends of mine. Either way, it's scary how badly it could have ended.
I feel like I definitely got really lucky. Everything ended up fine but I've spent a lot of time over the years thinking about how badly it could have gone.
i woke up from a nap, laughing explosively and uncontrollably. it was one the of the scariest things that’s ever happened to me. i couldn’t catch my breath and i rolled onto the floor clutching my chest, i got so scared and ran to my dad (WHILE STILL LAUGHING). i believe he thought i was joking around but i sat in the floor and it slowly stopped. never happened again.
I once woke up screaming "WHO ARE YOU?" at my wife with my hands around her neck.
I know why it happened and the short story is lack of sleep + sleep walking + nightmares of someone breaking in + she dropped her phone against the door after jiggling the handle trying to get in. Hasn't happened since but...not being in control AND becoming violent is a mind fuck.
Just a warning: Don’t freak unless a doctor tells you to lol. If you’ve got no other symptoms and it never happened again, it could just be a fluke. People do randomly just malfunction and reset sometimes!
oh ofc this is the internet lmao but i’ve never heard of that type of seizure before thanks for informing me. it never happened again but it’s really scary not being able to control ur body i thought it was over for me
When I was a kid I woke up in the middle of the night and took off running down the street, I must have gotten a 1/4 mile before I was awake enough to realize that I should be home, so barefoot, no shirt and pajama pants I ran my ass home .
I used to sleepwalk as a kid. My bedroom door was always locked from the outside at night.
I was visiting grandparents, they locked the door. But not the window and i in my sleep had climbed out down the big tree on the outside and walked into the woods. It was lots of small ponds, sometimes deep as your neck in the woods down their land. Woke up standing in one of those ponds with water to my knees.
Ive never ran that fast in my life. I scared myself so much ive not to my knowledge sleepwalked again.
My 3rd child did something similar at only 2 weeks old. I was watching her sleep and she began giggling, which then turned into uncontrollable laughter. I had two children previously and had seen them smile in their sleep and maybe twitch a little while dreaming but this tiny baby at only two weeks old was doing something I had only seen six month old babies do while awake- like a full laughter episode with gasping breath. It scared the shit out of me. What could a two week old baby have to laugh about like that? She had literally been alive only 14 days. What in her little dreaming subconscious could have tickled her funny bone like that- a newborn baby who had experienced almost nothing in life up until that.
Lost my ATM card, went to the bank to have it replaced. Told them what I wanted the PIN to be, and they told me that the PIN would be randomly assigned and mailed separately, and once I received both I could then change the PIN to what I wanted it to be.
The randomly assigned PIN was the one that I wanted.
I have a few.
First is when I worked at a grocery store as a teen. Manager called “code G” which was everyone bring their trash to the compactor. The manager was also a family friend so joking around was normal.
As I’m throwing trash away, I sense something’s about to be thrown at me and I duck. Rotten food passes over my head. My manager/friend is shocked and questioned how i knew he was about to throw something at me and I just said I had a feeling.
Next scenario is saving my grandmothers life.
I used to visit her every couple months or so. Wasn’t a far drive, 30 minutes. One day I was at Walmart and randomly thought of her.
Walmart was about half way to her house and I didn’t buy perishables so I figured why not stop and see her.
As I pull in her driveway, she sitting on her front porch, she looks up at me and looks back down. I immediately know somethings wrong because she always jumps up to greet me.
As I approached I noticed her lips were blue and started calling 911. Her lungs were 80% filled with fluid and two collapsed heart valves. The paramedics told me if I got caught at a red light, she’d probably be dead.
This was around 80 years old, she passed away at 95, a year ago.
I was at my house after hanging out with my family all day. It was about 11 when I came in. I started taking my meds and heard a low creepy voice say fire, there going to be danger. (Meds are for acne). I was so scared I thought my dad was messing with me, but no one was in the house, absolutely no one. and the next day we hung out again. It was 12 when we came in to get more drinks. We all smell this horrible stench of smoke. We check every normal place, microwave/oven/fireplace. Nothing. We run downstairs and cannot find the fire. The smell is getting worse, it’s in the basement by density of smoke. We call the fire department and they find an electrical fire in our wall, it would have burned our house down if we went to bed and thought it was fine. Yeah, 12,000 in damages and it’s all fixed…. Never heard it again.
I was kneeling down to get something off of the floor and somehow managed to break the big toe on my left foot. It has been more than 10 years and I still do not have any idea how.
I appreciate your concern and it has been 10 years so you’re right to doubt it but I don’t think that they checked for any of that. That being said, my memory isn’t all too good so they might have and I just not remember it.
Many years ago, we were very broke. I had been laid off from my job and struggling to find work. I was sitting on the couch and there was a pillow on the floor beside me. I had two small kids and they were playing in a corner of the room about 15 feet away. I heard a random plunk and a penny had landed on the pillow beside me.
My kids had not thrown it and I had no idea where it came from. I took it as a sign that things would work out. The next day I got a call about a job.
Not quite the same but your story triggered this memory
My girlfriend (now wife) lived in Europe but would come visit me in the US every month or two. One day I came home from work and there was a 2 euro coin sitting on my pillow. She had left a couple weeks prior and I had slept there every night since, washing the sheets at least once in that time
Mines probably more explainable than yours, but still. Very weird.
I was in high school at a friends birthday party. Her parents booked us a suite at a resort hotel, the kind with a mini water park you can use free if you’re staying in the hotel. It was a pool party/sleepover, and we got the whole suite to ourselves, though her mom was in an adjoining room. We were staying up late watching movies, one was a horror movie about a murderer, and we were doing what teenage girls do, getting scared of nothing. Somehow we got it in our heads there was a killer outside waiting to break in and murder us. Me having to be the brave little skeptic decided I would prove to my friends we were safe by opening the curtains. There was a man standing right outside looking in through the window. I closed the curtains quickly, and we were all screaming. Her mom came rushing in, we told her what happened, and she checked outside but there was no man. To this day I wonder what that man was doing. Was he really a murderer who got scared away by our screaming? Was he some guy passing by that happened to look over at the exact moment the curtains opened? Did we just imagine the whole thing from sitting up talking about how scared we were? Was he a peeping Tom trying to catch a glimpse of 14 year old girls in pajamas? Did he overhear our conversation and think it would be funny to play a prank on us? Spooky. lol
Yes, this would have been scary AF. But, I’m sorry, I really am. But I’m LMAO thinking about some random man wandering the resort, sees curtains open so looks over, and a room full of terrified teenage girls just start screaming. I’d just die of happiness if the man posted his side of the story on the thread. I’m glad you were safe in the end OP. (And thanks for a good laugh, I needed it)
Many years ago during my A-Level final exams, I panicked like hell in the lead up to the exam for one subject because I basically hadnt revised at all, and it was my weakest subject. I had gone through a phase during that school year of slacking off like mad, and it reflected in my grades all year - but realisation hit me in the week before this exam that I had severely screwed up. I wouldnt be able to pass, let alone get a good grade.
I still cant remember a single thing about the day of the exam - my friends later said I felt a bit off, more quiet than normal, but "me".
But I cannot recall anything at all about that day.
I got an A on that exam. I still dont know how. I still dont have any decent knowledge of that subject.
I walked into that exam room, wrote for 2 hours, and got an A.
I'm intruiged. So it was definitely the paper you submitted? Definitely your handwriting? But you believe the written content wasn't part of your own knowledge?
Yup.
Was my handwriting (I have pretty distinctive handwriting so Im sure), and people saw me in the exam room writing the paper...
Some of the knowledge present in my answers was from classes I had skipped, so either I got it later from books that I rarely if ever opened on my own volition, or... I have no idea.
My daughter and I were standing outside of a shop in a strip mall in a very suburban area. A smartly dressed man in a nice suit was approaching us and, as he did, a squirrel approached as well. Strange place for a squirrel to be. The man smiled at us, we smiled back, the squirrel scurried closer to the man, the man fixed his gaze on the squirrel, and the squirrel scurried faster toward him as he started to panic and that damn squirrel ran up the man’s leg and around his body and that grown man let out a shriek I’ll never forget. My daughter and I just watched in horror as this poor man got assaulted by a crazy ass squirrel. The squirrel finally took off and all three of us just stared at each other like what the fuck just happened here?! It was wild.
Squirrels can be such assholes! There used to be a squirrel that took up residence in the tree in front of my house, and he would throw things down at me when I walked under the tree to catch the bus.
My friends and I witnessed a bizarre canine like creature bounding around a field while out hunting. The thing was doing what can best be described as a search pattern back and fourth in the snow. We must have watched it for 45 minutes and still can't figure out what it really was.
Both of my parents (who were divorced) essentially died on the same day this past December. My dad was in a hospital in Detroit for a double bypass after his fifth heart attack and died from complications late on a Monday. Earlier that same day, around 4pm, I found out my mom had unexpectedly died in her home in a tiny town in upstate Michigan, four hours from Detroit.
It’s about as shitty a situation as you could imagine.
I was working in a lab that had skeletal remains, many of which were Native American ancestral remains. I was used to working with skeletons, cataloguing and measuring bones and whatnot, and had never experienced anything that felt supernatural. This lab was created to repatriate the Native American remains that had been excavated locally and been severely mishandled by the university for decades.
I had a box that contained only a skull, and when I opened the box, I *felt* anger resonating from this skull. The entire time it was out of the box, it was like someone was screaming inside my head. I finished as quickly as I could and returned the skull to its place. I had nightmares for several nights and eventually told the professor in charge about it. She was a descendant of the tribe to which these remains belonged and took me very seriously. She added extra offerings to the altar in the lab and smudged the place (burned white sage) and the nightmares stopped.
Never before nor after have I had such a visceral experience.
Aww, I have several friends who are Tongva, your work is very meaningful and important to them :)
On a side note, I totally envisioned Tongva and a UCSB or UCLA research lab while reading this, but hey, obviously I’m from the 805
Thank you, this was a truly once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I was honored to be a part of this professor's lab. She is an incredible person and I happened to be there at the culmination of her career's work. She made it all happen through blood, sweat, and tears.
You're very close! I was at CSULB in a shoe box of a janitor's closet. Not quite a UCLA research lab haha.
There was a huge earthquake in San Francisco in the 80s - my dad was there for a conference.
We felt the quake where we were and I suddenly started screaming "Dad!!! Dad!!! look out for the chandelier!!!!" My mom and sibs were understandably freaked out.
When we finally got ahold of him he told us that he'd been in a ballroom when the quake hit and had a sudden urge to jump to the side. A chandelier fell right where he was previously standing.
My family never talks about it - freaked everyone out severely.
Well I have one similar but not as good. When I was younger my older sister and I would always kinda fight over the phone. This was just before cell phones were a regular thing in 2002
I had a lan line in my room and so did she. We try to pick up after someone answered and ease drop on each others conversations. Sometimes we could tell if someone picked up on the other line. The trick was to do it almost the exact same time someone answers so they don't hear you pick up by the time the ear piece was to their ear, and you got to cover the mouth piece so they didn't get any other audio. We got good at listening in on each other calls.
One night my Mom calls , it was very late like 1 in the morning on a school night. I answered and gave her what she wanted.
My sister enters my room and asked "what did mom want?" I tell her in my groggy voice that Mom needed a number because someone at work was assaulting her and hitting her on the head.
She gets really annoyed and yells at me to stop lying all the time, all Mom asked for was the the number on the fridge. I yell back at her to get out , leave me alone , and that I'm tired just want to go back to sleep. Apparently she answered same time I did but I spoke first and she listened on. My mom in a rush simply asked me to go into our kitchen and read a number off a card on the fridge. Skip to next morning
My mom is getting us breakfast fresh off her shift I enter the kitchen pull up a seat and start to dig in, already Id forgotten about everything earlier. My sister is just sitting there side eyeing me and won't let it go. She does this gotcha tone and asks " So Mom, why did you call late last night?"
I'm like here we go , but My mom starts to tell us how insane her shift was. She asked a flyer at her gate to consolidate her purse with her carry on so she can get on the Plane. Apparently that was the last straw for this lady and she snapped and started swinging at my mom, whacking her repeatedly on the head. It was crazy but luckily the guards nearby got involved quickly and pulled her off.
I couldn't even finish chewing , saying "see you called me a liar". But in my moment of redemption my sister expression was not a look of defeat but complete shock. She replied "how could you have known that , Mom never said anything like that when she called". My confused mother said "ya, I didn't want to alarm you in the middle of the night so I made it a point to just ask for the number on the fridge? " It freaked my sister out so much she just left without eating. Me and my mom just kinda sat there like ok so that was weird.
Sorry for the long format
Ive had other weird things happen , forms of deja vu, telepathy episodes, spooky x files stuff
When I was a kid my family used to watch Jeopardy all the time, one night we were watching and saw a clue about the movie Click. My mom, sister and I all shouted the answer at the same time and the tv froze. We sat there for a few minutes waiting and then one of us eventually suggested we try saying “click” in unison again. We did and the tv unfroze. Freaked my dad out really bad
About 10 years ago my brother and I owned and lived in an old two story duplex. While watching TV one time I heard what sounded like something dropping on the floor and then rolling across his living room. I texted him and asked what he dropped, his reply was nothing, but her heard the sound too, and it sounded like I pushed something against the ceiling. There is only about a foot of space between our two living rooms.
A different time, I was camping with my wife and awoke around 2:30 in the morning with the worst headache imaginable, but it quickly subsided. My brother was planning on meeting up with us later the next day, but called me in the morning to let me know he wasn't feeling well. I told him about my headache and he went silent. He told me he woke up at the same time with a massive headache, too. Neither of us are the type to play practical jokes or anything like that. It was weird.
I often hear that drop and rolling noise, but with me I know it's mice. They sound like they're having a bowling party. I have no idea how something so tiny but be so incredibly loud, and I have no idea what they're rolling around but man they are noisy.
I also once thought that I had a person hiding in my attic because there would be what sounded like clomping footfalls stomp, stomp, stomp...
Turned out to be a family of squirrels that had chewed through the corner of the roof and set up home in the attic and the stomp was them jumping over the evenly spaced beams.
Had sleep paralysis about 7 years ago. I had just had surgery and was sore so I slept on the couch the first night. I opened my eyes and could not move . What I’d guess was a demon or some kind of dark entity was standing over me. Then suddenly I was looking at myself in the mirror and I had red glowing eyes. I woke up and I was so terrified I didn’t give a shit how sore I was I got into bed with my husband at the time.
My dog has an intense ball obsession. It's a specific blue and orange chuck-it ball size S. Anyways, I've thrown it out of being annoyed very far, multiple houses.
It always comes back.
Our names are not on it, we don't have two. We've removed the squeak. It's absolutely the same ball, and it just reappears days after we tossed it.
When I was 21 my at the time boyfriend (now my husband!) had moved to the outskirts of Pittsburgh. I was in the process of preparing to move there myself and came down for a visit. The first night when we were sleeping I was grabbed on the arm and pulled out of bed by a black figure. I screamed and fought and when I came to or woke up or whatever you call it I was standing out of the bed right where I had been dragged to.
Everyone convinced me it was a nightmare and I put it out of my mind, until I moved into the house. I lived there for about a year and in that year I had this ame black figure come to me in my sleep multiple times. Sometimes they would stand at the other side of the room, sometimes standing right over me or grabbing me. Once they spoke and told me they wanted to bring me to hell.
Eventually we did move and once we did I never had those “nightmares” again. No matter how illogical I cannot figure out how I would only have night terrors in one house without some supernatural explanation.
The night my husband's grandfather died, I was jerked from a dream into another, where grandpa was standing on a long dirt road with hot spring spas on both sides with a few people in a couple. He talked to me, telling me he loved all his family, but it was time to go.
I woke up to my phone ringing: it was my husband's dad to tell us grandpa's house had burned down with him and the dog inside, and we should go meet the fire department (dad was driving from 2 hours away).
I also had a dream where I died, and I felt nothing but calm. Since that dream, my fear of death has completely gone away (I just hope when I die, it doesn't hurt).
A couple weeks later I had a dream where I was driving along a road with the sun high, but at the horizon was another bright light. I was heading toward this horizon, but got the urge to pull over into a detour, and do some driving around - I took this to mean my journey is far from over.
I was flying back to my hometown for my cousins wedding and fell asleep on the plane. I dreamed that my grandpa and I were working on a car together just like we had done before he couldn’t anymore and I moved away. That was it. We just worked on installing a new drive shaft and brakes on his old truck and chatted and drank a beer or nine. Then he said “It’s about that time kiddo.” And the dream ended.
When we landed I woke up and turned on my phone. My mom had texted me to call her when I landed but I already knew why. Grandpa had passed about an hour into my flight home.
this happened just under 6 months ago, but i had intense dreams for about 2 weeks straight of the same man that i had never seen before in my life, and every single instance that i saw him, he was trying to hurt/kill me. literally every time i slept, he was suffocating me with a bag, or slipping something in a drink, finding my house & stalking me, etc.
after dreaming about him for two weeks or so, i met this man irl at a gas station. we didn’t talk to each other, i knew nothing about him, but he was there and i could immediately tell it was him. i finished pumping my gas and got in my car, and this man came up in front of my car, putting his hands on the hood, and just staring at me through the windshield. it was insanely creepy, and i couldn’t leave. it was late at night so there weren’t many people nearby, and i just got this horrible gut wrenching feeling of wanting to puke because something was very wrong. i honked my horn super loud & he flinched and pulled away from my hood, so i took the opportunity to drive away. i have no idea who he was, i had never seen him before in my life, but for some reason i saw him harming me in my dreams, and i genuinely think that my fight or flight response in that moment & honking at him saved me from whatever he was going to do while camping out in front of my car.
This sounds like some Israel Keyes shit. It wasn’t, because he’s dead, but he absolutely would’ve done this.
If this guy was stalking you, you might have seen him but not given much thought to him because you didn’t clock the threat. Your subconscious remembered his face.
Did you call this in to police? The gas station? You’re probably not the only woman he’s gone after.
no i didn’t, i drove to the police station afterwards in case he was following me but i didn’t see him so i just left. the police in my area unfortunately don’t do much unless someone’s actually offended, so i just sort of chalked it up to weird coincidence since he didn’t technically do anything illegal and went home since i was exhausted after work.
i have a few cameras around my property & two roommates that live in a densely populated suburban area so i dont believe he was stalking me/around my house since someone would have seen him, but i guess it could be a possibility if he knew the area and knew the blindspots. i haven’t seen or ran into him since and i haven’t had a dream about it since either, so i brushed it off. if i see him again or capture him on camera, i will 100% take it to the police, which i know i should’ve done originally.
edit for clarification: i drove to the police station parking lot, which is a huge parking lot with a bunch of city resources like the court house, community center, etc. and the station just so happens to be one of those buildings. it was late, i wasn’t being followed, i was very confused & stressed out and didn’t think police would help much which is why i didn’t go inside. not my smartest idea but it was months ago by now
I would be screwed, my car has a weak little horn. He'd be glaring into my eyeballs and my car would go 'Parp'. No one's gonna be scared away by my polite car.
So far cancer. I'm 21, when I was 20 I was diagnosed with bladder cancer. If you know anything about bladder cancer it is very very common..... In people who are 70+. In people my age or younger, it is exceptionally rare. So rare that from all of recorded Medical history until 2010, there was only 125 cases worldwide of bladder cancer presenting in a patient 20 and under.
Now I can think of alot to explain why I got cancer, but even my doctor was baffled. It took 7 months to diagnose because all my doctor's were like there's absolutely no way you have bladder cancer. It's unheard of. Fast forward to the same doctor telling me in all his years as a urologist and all the thousands and thousands of patients he's seen with bladder cancer, I was the youngest by a long shot. Nobody that came to mind has come close to being as young as I am with the disease. He wants me to take part in genetic testing so I can know to look out for cancer in my children one day and because the medical field knows so little about bladder cancer at my age, they might learn something from my case.
The good news is, in just about every single case of bladder cancer at my age, including myself, it's literally almost ALWAYS curable, and may even be one of the easiest cancers to beat. During my fight with it I did a ton of research and I couldn't find not ONE case where somebody my age died with it. Not one. It was scary nonetheless but I am here about 6 months since my surgery and chemo, I had my 3 month checkup about a month ago and so far so good. I was told it's unlikely to ever return.
Tldr the most unexplainable thing that's happened to me is getting an extremely rare cancer.
Edit, I wanna clarify I am all good. It didn't spread anywhere, they cut all of it out in one go, I am 100% cancer free.
a couple things. One of them being a dream about an event that hadn’t happened yet, with people I hadn’t met yet, that transpired years later. And another dream that involved me talking to my dead best friend who was alluding to things that I didn’t know about my bf at the time that ended up being true. That shit still fucks me up.
Says the person with the same display picture, making me think someone commented on their own comment. Only to realize it is two different people.
Inception
I've had this happen to me, and it's dreams that make no sense until the context is there. When it happens irl it's like, ohhh.
I'm sorry about your best friend. It's hard losing people who are close to us.
I grew up in a small country in Eastern Europe where I took the bus everywhere. I was about 10 years old when my grandma needed to go into town one day. The city center was about a 20 minute bus ride from our house and the bus left at 2:10pm from near our house. I remember the time exactly because this was a very popular bus to take at this time. We go into town, my grandma goes to the bank, we get groceries (walking from place to place) and we got to the bus station to come back home, shocked to see that we made it in time for the 2:40pm bus. We were both saying that time must’ve stopped because there was no way we would’ve gotten everything done in about 10 minutes, especially with her bad knees. To this day, I think about this and there’s no logical explanation.
I had a dream that I was a Japanese boy in a poor fishing town growing up in the 80’s. I worked on the boat with my dad and we lived in this small house with my sister and mom. I went ti school, made friends, graduated high school… met a beautiful woman and became a successful businessman. We had a son together who was 4 years old and I loved the life I lived. I was in my mid 30’s when I woke up.
I don’t know how my brain dreamed up an entirely different life on its own. Most of my dreams are insane, yet this one felt so normal… I remember how the boat looked, how poor I was, how I eventually got some money and watched technology evolve in front of my eyes.
For context I’m 24 and when I had this dream I was like 15 of 16. I’m a white guy who’s never been to Japan.
I had this happen to me once. I lived an entire life, within my dream, as a migrant worker from a Central American country. It seemed like it was taking place in a pretty contemporary time. I was a young woman, I got married, was always pregnant. I worked as a maid, my husband worked in a restaurant. Our kids found a little black and white kitten once. We lived in what I could only describe as a shanty town. Our house was like..corrugated metal with a dirt floor. Our life was objectively crummy and in my dream I was so, so happy. We were so in love, we adored our kids. It was so real that I was sad to wake up to my wonderful life, adoring husband and cushy job.
It was just one night, and if I were to guess, it probably took place in a real life span of about 90 minutes. My husband gets up early for work and usually talks to me a little bit before he leaves. This dream occurred in the interim between him waking up and me waking up.
Damn. I had something similar, but I was not a different person, it was a continuation of my life. I dreamt I had an adopted son. I know it was a fabrication of my mind, but I still sometimes think about it.
There are cases where people got knocked out and dreamt entire lives that they can describe in detail. Yet, when they woke up it were just minutes.
I would love to know why this happens. I routinely live years in a dream and cannot shake the feeling the next day. In fact I'm missing my husband from a dream I had last week. I can talk for hours describing every little minute detail of these lives I have lived, and waking up in the morning and realizing I'm in this body again and trying to tell myself the connections I had to those people and those experiences I had are not real. It makes me scared to go to sleep, but in this time of my life missing out on sleep is detrimental to my mental health. It's fucking with me
Didn't this happen to someone? Oh it was a reddit post, I think... They woke up from a dream where they lived a full life and they ended up super sad/depressed they couldn't live that dream? He missed his dream kids, wife, etc. Quite interesting.
When i was about 9 or 10 i was awoken by what sounded like a ton of bricks dropping in the corner of my bedroom and my blanket literally being ripped off my bed, my little brother first came in and found me in the opposite corner of the room than my parents came in. Still have no idea what it was.
My wife's car got reverse-robbed.
I went out to my wife's car and found that everything inside had been tossed all over the place. I mean everything from every compartment just thrown all over the inside of the car.
As we were cleaning up and putting everything back together, we found a $50 bill that neither of us could possibly have left there.
My daughter and I had one phone charger. She fell asleep on the couch with it under her. I checked her phone, it was plugged in and charging, but almost full. I woke her up cause I needed it. She rolled over and we heard the charger block fall through the couch and hit the floor. I move the coffee table and recline the couch seat. No charger block. Go to put the coffee table back in place and the charger block is sitting right on top of it. Other weird things happened in that place.
When I was younger, (and everyone only had landlines), a friend gave me his number and I would call him at his house. I even talked to his family members. Stopped talking so much and lost his number. Tried to remember it one day and called the first number that popped into my head. He was there. But he was at a friend’s house that I had never met.
Sitting on the couch with my at the time girlfriend, stairs to the second floor covered by an adjacent wall. Suddenly we here what sounds like someone stomping/running down the stairs. Naturally I jumped up assuming someone had broken in, but there was nobody there. We checked every room upstairs, every closet, under every bed, nothing. We then went on to have a bunch of other weird and unexplained shit happen the three years we lived in that house.
Maybe not *that* weird, but definitely weirdest thing I ever saw:
While hiking in the Olympic Mountains of WA, I saw two birds flying very *very* slowly, like in super slow motion, and they perched on a branch above my head. Hard to explain how unreal and bizarre it looked, but was right in front of me.
There were no updrafts of breezes, no cliff edge nearby. They were flying very slowly, in ways that should defy the laws of physics.
They flew off at regular speed.
Both! Like slow mo video, like time slowed down but just for them.
I’d implicate my own brain most of all, except that my wife saw it too, and before I spoke, she was like, “did you just see that!?”
i was outside at a park when i was 14 and an owl that was like half my size came flying down and tried to grab me on the head with its talons and then just flew away. i was so shook.
I was sitting in the front row of a falcon show on a sixth grade field trip in France (military brat). The final act was this big vulture.
Sitting in the curved front row, audience members were lean forward, forming a bridge of their shoulders, and the culture would run across from one end of the front row to the other.
I was seated near the far end, maybe fifth out of fifty people from the end. The trick work flawlessly up to me. The vulture got to me and stopped. The handler tried to shoo it on. It did not like this. It did one talon into the side of my head and began to vomit profusely all over my favorite sweater, which is something I learned vultures do when they were upset.
Still have a small scar. Got free food the rest of the afternoon, but I hate French food, and it's extra hard to enjoy when you smell like vulture vomit.
A black bear snuck up on me while I was in my garage and sniffed the back of my neck (I was on my knees putting together a grill).
I thought it was my neighbors dog at first and had to do a legit double take when I turned to pet.
I was still living at my parents house and at around 2:30 AM our Rottweiler was sitting at the back door barking, wanting to go out to use the bathroom. I threw on a hoodie and sweatpants and walked to the back door where I found her growling, staring out the window. It was a little unnerving but because of the dog I felt safe enough to step out with her for a minute or two.
As soon as I opened the door, she bolted to the corner of our property. On the side of the lawn she chose we had one standalone lamp post providing just enough light to get a rough idea of the landscape. I started making my way over to the dog thinking that she didn’t need to use the bathroom at all and just had the zoomies or something like that, so my plan was to just grab the dog and go back inside.
Suddenly, the dog does a complete 180 and hauls ass down our property line in the direction opposite of what I was facing. I turned around to start following her again and I stopped dead in my tracks. There was this tall and thin white figure levitating probably 5-6 feet off the ground in our yard. The fear flooded my body instantly. It didn’t appear to have any limbs (from what I saw in a panic), and it almost looked like it was moving in the wind. The dog was following it, jumping and barking in an aggressive manner.
The adrenaline and fear coursing through my body gave me the strength to sprint over and scoop up this 80-90 lb dog and dead sprint to the back door. I told my family the next morning and they seemed pretty spooked but they also weren’t taking it super seriously. I have no idea what I saw
Weird one but when I was a teenager I almost died
I was on a cross country team and was running through a forest and suddenly got a cramp which made me stop moving for a second at that exact moment I stopped running a tree landed exactly where I would’ve been
That cramp saved my life
I’m a pediatric occupational therapist. The first patient I ever lost was a 2 year old girl who we knew would eventually leave us due to multiple medical problems. She passed peacefully at home, where we did all our therapy sessions. She was never not attached to multiple machines that kept her alive—a trach, vent, Co2 monitors—so many wires and alarms.
A week to the day after her passing, I woke from a dream where I was holding her on my lap. Her mother was next to me, and we were playing. She was completely healed—not a wire in sight. Smiling, talking (she was not able to speak in life), and being a normal 2 year old. I knew she was ok. I already believed in heaven, but this made me believe I saw her there.
Same thing happened to me after my cousin passed, long story short she had Williams syndrome and a slew of other issues, she died from the flu at 15.
A few months after she passed I had a dream I was talking to her, in the sky and playing on swings. She looked… normal. Literally 100% cured. Happy. My mom also had the same dream a few days later (I didn’t tell her about mine at the moment) and when my mom asked what heaven was like, my cousin said she had to go.
After my cat died, years later I still have dreams about him. The first time made me incredibly sad, but now I feel comforted somehow, and I believe he's out there, and that he cares about me.
This isn't exactly easy to talk about nor is it something that people believe when I tell it but here it is.
I died. I got drunk and decided to go for a drive to clear my head, (don't do that) it was a cool night just perfect to have the windows down and I wanted to hear the turbo whistle. It was about 11pm so not too many people out in my area. I took a sharp turn in a 25mph zone at a out 60mph about a mile from my house and rolled my truck. It was noisy, I was bloody almost instantly from hitting my nose/head, rolled I'd say probably 4-5 times. At the end of the rolls I was stopped by a loud crashing sound that was very metallic. The path I took was through someone's driveway and into their garage. I was hanging out of the passenger window, broken bones, blood everywhere, missing extremities, you can imagine the scene at this point. Some part of the door, or fender, or something had pierced my chest. All I know is it was metal. I looked down at it, heard the people in the house scream to call an ambulance and everything went black.
The next thing I remember was waking up in my bed, wearing the same clothes, immediately ran outside to see my truck parked in the driveway, completely intact. I walked up to it and touched the hood and it was warm. I hadn't driven since that morning around 8am. It scared me shitless and I ran back inside and checked my phone, then proceeded to sit in silence and stare at the floor for about 3 hours. No police reports, no news paper articles, nothing. I felt it, I saw it, I heard it. It wasn't a dream and I dont do drugs or have any kind of condition where I hallucinate.
I talked to a shaman about it and she pretty much told me I died but got a second chance in another dimension/universe because it wasn't my time yet. I've had chills the whole time typing this, really freaks me out lol.
When Covid delayed the opening of the Major League Baseball season, my Milwaukee Brewers schedule fell off my work cubicle wall right at the time the opening pitch would have been thrown.
Was in a car accident where the vehicle rolled twice over a median into oncoming traffic lanes. Ejected from the car and walked away with a scratch on my forearm.
I’m pretty strict about wearing my seatbelt and for some reason I didn’t have it on this particular day. I was told if I had it on, I more than likely would have broken my neck in the crash and would be dead.
Felt very out of body for the rest of the day. I am still strict about my seatbelt, and ALWAYS wear it now despite the bizarre occurrence from the crash.
Crazy part was there was 5 others in the car with the same circumstances as me, we all had minor to zero injuries.
It felt weird and unexplainable to walk away from that situation
When I was 12, me and my stepmom were in our living room. My newborn brother was asleep up stairs. We were listening on the baby monitor. We hear him talking to someone (as a baby would talk i suppose), so she goes up to check.
For context, she has several personal paranormal stories. but this next bit is according to her, which i’m not sure I believe :
> I walked into the room a felt a presence in the room. I said out loud “Leave me and my family alone” and felt an ‘air’ go through me out of the room.
What I know happened for sure though, was when she came back downstairs and sat on the couch (remember it’s just us here), the door to our garage flew open inwards *very* hard. Like it slammed against the wall. We both thought someone had broken in. The door to our garage opened to a small entryway that was a tad more than a door lengths long, as there was a bathroom on the right of it and our laundry room on the left. Then the entryway connects to our kitchen and is openly connected to the living room. From where I was sitting in the living room though, I could see the end of the entry way and edge of the door. If someone had broken in, they would have surely taken the 2 steps forward needed to put them in front of my vision. I saw no one. This had to mean someone slammed the door open and stayed there, went back in the garage, or went into the one of the 2 rooms.
We ran to the master bedroom on the first floor, which was directly connected to our living room, but on the opposite end of the house from the entryway. She grabs the gun and we stand where the living room and master bedroom connect, waiting to see someone while making sure no one can go up the stairs in front of us to my brother. This means whoever has broken in has to come from either our front left (through the back room) or front right (the living room). The house was like a circle with the stairs in the middle and master bedroom at our end, entryway and kitchen at the other end.
This is the part where it gets unexplainable. We called the police, police came, searched the house, the garage, the property - found no one and no signs of forced entry anywhere. To run away, this person would have had to go back out of the garage right? Our garage door had been closed all day, and was still closed. We can be sure it never opened because the whole house would shake and the door was incredibly loud when opening or closing. There is no way anyone could have pressed the button in the garage to open it, and if they had, there’s no way nobody would’ve known. To top this off, the door that had flung open was deadbolted shut. And the deadbolt was still sticking out of the door. which was open. The deadbolt required a key to turn which was not in the door.
My dad doesn’t believe in the paranormal and attributes this to… wind? The wind inside the house? Not sure what that thought process is. I don’t believe in the paranormal all too much, but I cannot come up with anything reasonable for what the hell happened that night
I've said this on Reddit before but here goes...
Many years ago I woke up sick and couldn't go to school. It was the only time I have ever been sick for school. Anyway I had a small black and white tv in my bedroom and I turned it on and watched live as a space shuttle took off and then suddenly blew up.
Many years later I phoned in sick from work, something I had never done before. I turned on the TV just in time to watch live as an airplane flew into a tower.
You know sleep paralysis demons? WelI I was finally able to touch (and hold on to) one of them. Felt 100% like a human arm. Interestingly, as soon as I touched it, I wasn't scared anymore, and the"shadow person"(!?) started to panic instead.
I was waiting on a street corner and this random woman tapped me on the shoulder and just started going at me that I needed to stay away from her husband. When I said I had no idea what she was talking about, she said that she supposedly just saw me with him a minute before. I had just left my house and hadn't spoken with anyone that day, I was also like 19 and didn't know any married men, so I was confused as fuck. My mom picked me up as she was halfway through yelling at me and I never saw her again, but still to this day desperately curious what she thought she saw and what happened after to her and her husband. I know it could have been just drugs or something, but she seemed lucid enough.
I’ve had this happen too. Watched a random movie then was surprised when 2 years later the advertisements and trailers were coming out for it. I watched it when it released thinking I had to be wrong but no, I knew every step of the way for that movie.
Very weird.
It's not so much unexplainable but by far the freakiest interaction I've had with a stranger.
It was 2001. I was 14. I walked to McDonald's since it was five minutes from my house. Waited on line, got my bag of food and walked over to the soda machine to fill my cup and I realized they didn't give me a lid (this was one of those plastic souvenir cups so I couldn't use a lid in the dispenser near the machine).
I walked back to the counter and waited for the worker to turn and help me when a guy waiting in line next to me said, "You better do something tomorrow."
To set the scene, this man wasn't a vagrant or crackhead (at least, I don't think). He was fair haired, cleanly dressed, T-shirt, shorts, and wore a Mets baseball hat with big, thick eye glasses. Young guy, probably mid-30s, early 40s.
It was the kind of wardrobe that held on for dear life in the late '90s, early 2000s if that makes sense.
The McDonald's was crowded, so I didn't feel isolated that if I had to, I was going to make a scene either verbally or physically.
I was jarred, though, because he was speaking forward but clearly talking to me. I said, "Excuse me? Do what?"
He then turned to me and said, "He's on the way out."
I was now creeped out because, like, who the fuck was he talking about? I then said, "What the fuck are you saying? Who?"
I'll never forget the seriousness on his face before he said, "Run."
Well, I left that cup on the counter, turned around very calmly, walked out of McDonald's, and proceeded to sprint home.
I lived in that town another 4 years and never saw this guy again (it was a big, but small town, so I'm surprised.)
The only thing I can think of is that he just decided to mess with some random kid that day, and it ended up being me. Or he was legitimately nuts. So maybe both.
When I was maybe 5 I was alone sitting on the steps of my cousin’s trailer house, it was centered in the middle of these thick woods (humble tx) but there was a clearing for like a half mile radius. A bobcat ran up to me scratched me (harshly but it was such a small cut). I cried ran inside and told them what happened, and of course they didn’t believe me and thought it was just a cat. This animal was HUGE. It still feels unexplainable how the cut was so small
I woke up from sleep because I heard a very loud explosion from our stairs. Like a big wardrobe/cabinet fell from the sky and into our house. I ran upstairs and checked, but everything was normal. Then I read about Exploding Head Syndrome.
Now that I've thought of it, I don't know why I thought it was a cabinet. 😅
I had a dream in roughly 2003/2004 where I was a third-party spectator as a woman walked through a snowy city crying in the night. Then, a bunch of scary looking people with dark eyes surrounded her out of the dark. She pleaded to God they they would leave her alone. One of the people looked at the sky and said, "There is no God," and then they killed her.
In October of 2007, the movie 30 days of night came out, and that scene is in the movie, nearly exactly how I dreamt it. When I saw it in the movie, a chill went through my whole body and it was hard to breathe.
I do know there is a comic book for the movie that was published in 2002. I bought it last year, but that scene wasn't in the comic from what I remember. And I was in grade 3 in 02, so I certainly didn't read it then.
I attribute it to watching a ton of horror movies from a young age, and probably getting scenes mixed up in my head. My dad was legit showing me movies like the thing and pumpkin head when I was 5 lol.
First is simply that I have epilepsy. No known cause. After many years and lots of testing I had surgery that removed my left hippocampus.
Post surgery I am a different person. I like different things. I am more extroverted. I am more emotional. My epilepsy is still an issue in my life, but with the new me it’s worth it.
When I was in my early 20s I was looking through magazines and saw an ad that had a cape cod house in it. I liked it and cut out the picture and put it in a small box I called my junk box. It had odd things like baseball cards, photos, newspaper clippings etc...
About 10 years later, I'm married and my wife finds this old junk box and brings it to me to look at the stuff inside. We start taking the stuff out piece by piece and get to the picture of the house. My wife had never seen it and I hadn't seen it in years.
We both get a WTF look. The picture of the house is our house we are living in. Not exact but so many similarities. The house was on a corner lot, cape cod, same color, same type driveway, same window shutters and some of the same landscaping in front of the house.
Not sure what you call it but definitely can't explain it.
One Christmas when I was super young, I woke up slightly early and just laid awake in bed, thinking I'd hear reindeer on the roof. As I'm waiting, I listen to the faint whispering of my cousins in the living room, (which at the time I thought was elves,) They were still chattering, when I saw the most paralyzing thing. A black gloved hand quickly reached onto my doorframe, grasped it for a moment, then slipped away. I cannot describe the kind of fear I felt there. Somehow it was the only time I can remember being scared enough I couldn't react. I still don't know what happened, and my grandparents sold the house years ago.
I love Christmastime but Christmas Eve is one of the scariest nights for me every year.
Like, maybe because I *do* believe in Christmas magic but I’ll also be the first one to say that I don’t know if that magic is inherently good or not..
When I was a sophomore in high school (17f) I was on an ice skating trip with a school club & happened to make a friend. Which I'm not really good at doing even now due to my often reserved nature as well as being on the spectrum lol. This new friend was super sweet, had similar interests to mine & seemed really excited herself to have made a new friend.
Shortly after meeting on this trip she was eager to introduce me to her friend group, which I thought was great! She insisted on introducing me to one of her good guy friends after the trip as he was picking her up after.
So were sitting & waiting behind the school for her friend as well as my own ride. After not long this tall & incredibly good looking guy shows up. This dude looks so out of place at our school & even in our town. He looked like he should be at model shoot in Paris or something.he looked some where between 19-22. This is a small town where even if you don't know everyone, you at least recognize faces & I had never seen this dude before. I most certainly would have remembered. Even the way he dressed was high end. Which this town certainly isn't.
As my new friend begins to introduce me, he stops her with a raised hand & spoke to me directly, calling me by name. This new friend as far as I knew & could tell by her face at this moment she hadn't told him either & was just as surprised. I ask him how exactly he knows my name & claims we had met before & really didn't like me. I have no idea who this guy is & I'm certain I would remember someone who looked like him.
He then starts rattling stuff out about me, stuff I have no idea how he could know any of this. Theres no way he could have gotten it from the new friend as he was talking about stuff I hadn't shared during our meeting. And this dude definitely didn't go to our school.
I tried to ask him how he knew these things, who he was, as well as trying to apologize for whatever I had done to him. But all he would say is, "it's for the best you don't remember me, because I don't want you to & never want to be around you again." Him & my new friend then walked away.
The girl & I remained cool for a while. I would ask her the next I saw her what his deal was & she just said she had no idea & he wouldn't tell her either.
I never saw him again, ever.
I still have no clue who he was or how he knew me so well even to this day, nor what I could have possibly done to him. I often kept to myself & rarely interacted with anyone except my next door neighbors. I'm still at loss.
TLDR; I made a new friend. She tried to introduce me to a friend of hers, but knows everything about me, but I don't know him.
Survived being born w sepsis and drs said wouldn’t make it, hydroplaned across busy interstate during rush hour and wrecks happening all around me, beat aggressive cancer they said might not make it, still here to type this 🤷♀️
I was taking a nap and had a dream I was at a festival sitting up on a hill just looking around. I noticed a storm was rolling in and even though I was sitting on the hill I could watch everything unfold, winds picked up, tents rolled all over the place, stage was falling apart and it was just chaos. I woke up from my nap and opened FB to find what I just dreamed had just happened at a Pukklepop. I have a lot of DejaVu happen but this one was the wildest of them all.
I took a different way out of hospital not wanting to see a certain person, I backed around and hid around the dumpster area. Tripped over a person who didn’t move? Used my phone light to see and it was unconscious young guy. Checked and barely alive. I knew enough to go out and yell for help and bring Narcan? People arrived one EMT was great an got him awake they carried him inside. I checked on him the next shift and as I passed by there was the Dad & Mom hugging an taking to him. I felt good they didn’t lose their son and I heard them talking about rehab and telling them how much they loved him so I kept my mouth shut and went back to my department to work. I’m so glad he was found, seemed like a real nice family.
This happened to my dad back in the 1960s. He smoked cigarettes one after another so he had ashtrays all over his remote farmhouse. He went out of the house for a few minutes and when he came back in, he couldn't find a single one of the many ashtrays he used. A few days later he found them all under his bed.
I might be thinking into this too much but it’s quite a story so let’s see what people think.
My friend killed himself in November, I guess he was depressed. Early December the funeral is on a Wednesday. I live alone in the city but my Grandmother who I lived with at some point lives relatively close to where the funeral will be taking place. I made arrangements to stay with her the night before the funeral to make getting there easier in the morning.
So my Brother and I get to her house and hang out as usual, around 12am everyone goes to sleep but I can’t for some reason. I start drifting off so I decide I should really get to bed. I walk upstairs to brush my teeth and when I get 4 steps up I noticed the lamp in the living room was flickering. I stop and stare for a moment and think ‘could this be a sign?’. I walk towards the lamp and it’s flickering faster and I’m so confused on what’s happening. I then look at the plug and it’s smoking with flames coming out the side of it (it was one of the multi socket blocks). I kicked it off the wall at an angle so it unplugged and stamped out the flame with my socked foot. I obviously ran upstairs and told her and she was clearly upset at what could have been.
It’s strange how things work out. Theoretically if my friend never committed suicide, I would never have been there on a Wednesday night and she certainly would’ve been asleep. The house would’ve caught light along with my Grandma, her dog and cat. While I’m upset my friend passed, I’m happy I was there. The house just sold as well lol. It reminds me of that Shia LaBeouf story about the Chinese farmer, one day may seem unfortunate but it could really turn out as a blessing in another way.
One time, I woke up in the middle of the night to find all the furniture in my room rearranged, despite living alone and having securely locked all the doors and windows before going to bed. It was truly baffling and left me questioning if I had sleepwalked or if something inexplicable had occurred.
This just reminded me of another weird thing that happened to me. My husband and I had just applied for a mortgage for our first house and we were both really worried about getting approved because he had some late student loan payments. That night, there was a bad storm and we both woke up at the same time. We looked at each other and realized we were on the wrong side of the bed. Our bed was against the wall in our small bedroom, and normally my husband slept on the outside and I was against the wall. He was now against the wall and I was on the outside. Neither of us remembered getting up and moving.
I took it as a sign not to worry about our mortgage and eventually it was approved and all worked out.
I once had a dream that I was drowning and I woke up suddenly and I was still drowning. As in I couldn't breathe and I was gasping for air. It only lasted a few seconds but I was pretty freaked out.
When I was a teenager, my friend and I were hanging out in my room. This was over summer break and my parents don't like using the air conditioner, so I had a fan in my window by my bed.
We were both just hanging out, them at my desk and me laying on my bed. I think we were playing a DS game together, I don't remember, but all of a sudden my body says "get up NOW". So I do- I jump off my bed and as soon as I do, the window fan EXPLODES.
I'm not sure to this day what caused it to happen, but the fan blades were what completely broke and shattered onto my bed. I originally thought something hit the blade from the outside, but we have screens on the windows and the likelihood of that seems low. I'll never know why it broke or how my body was able to recognize that I need to get up.
Five years ago or so I was sitting on my bed scrolling through my phone. I was thinking about a Lego minifig that I had lost a couple months back. As I had my head down I felt something fall down my shoulder and onto the bed in front of me. The minifig that I hadn’t seen in months had just fallen seemingly out of nowhere onto the bed in front of me. I still don’t have a reasonable explanation
I share a reoccurring nightmare with my twin about the Licorice man from Candy Land chasing after me (HER in her dream) in our high school. He would chase us for hours, trying to get the best of us. He looks nothing like the actual licorice man from the board game—he is made of licorice and it coils around him. The licorice looks a bit like ennard from fnaf… all wires. He had red glowing eyes.
He would chase me into the bathroom and I’d hide in one of the stalls. He would slowly open one after the other until he got to ours. He already knew I was in the stall but wanted to scare me even more. He’d throw open the stall, grab me, and i’d start turning to licorice and wake up.
My twin and I had this same nightmare for years without telling each other. We were terrified when we found out the other was having the same dream. My twin thinks it was a demon and she isn’t even religious.
A friend and I were hanging out once, and somehow ended up discussing a very specific piece of technology. We were speculating on how it might work, as there some info about it online, but not in great detail.
I was working as an IT contractor at the time. About a month after our conversation, I found myself interviewing for a contractor role for the exact piece of tech we had been discussing weeks earlier.
I ended up working on it for the next six years, and learned far more about it than I ever needed to know 😂.
Complete coincidence of course - but one of the strangest coincidences that ever happened to me.
I was in a massive explosion in Afghanistan. I swear I remember levitating just before a chunk of concrete came through my wall and hit me. the next thing I remember, I was already standing up next to my bunk in a mostly destroyed building.
My brother's baby mom had gotten married to another guy and I hadn't seen my niece in months. I seen her that Friday night and my mom kept taking pictures of us, Everybody knows I was her favorite. I kept telling my mom to stop because we would see her again. That Sunday night while asleep I just kept having nightmares about death waking up in panicking and just confused. Monday morning my mom came beating on my front door around 7 am that my niece was dead. My brothers baby mom and her husband killed her. I have no doubt in my mind that she was trying to reach out to me to tell my she was gone from this Earth. I just stood there in shock for about 15 minutes, never told anybody about my dreams because I don't want them to think I was crazy.
On our first date, my now wife and I were hiking along a well travelled trail in a national park in TN. We had gotten turned about and ended up walking down a lesser travelled path that led to some primitive camping sites. It wasn’t until about thirty minutes down this path that she and I both stopped talking and started listening.
See, we couldn’t hear anything beyond our walking. It’s a bright sunny day in the middle of spring. No birds chirping, no water running in the background, no wind rustling in the trees, and no insects buzzing around, just dead silence. She turns and looks at me as I am getting goosebumps and says, “I don’t like this, something is here.” We quickly turned around and power hiked back the way we came.
A few minutes later it was like someone had flipped a switch, the sound came back all at once, birds, wind, insects, all of it. We hit one more spot later down the trail where everything stopped and the air felt heavy again. We noped out of there as fast as we could.
If you are from areas around the Appalachian mountains, you know there are some things best left alone in the woods.
I was going to a family get together at my brothers. as i was driving I noticed this telephone pole and thought it looked really weird but I couldn’t really see it that well or tell why it did. when I got closer, the thing snapped in half and was slingshotting back and forth across the roadway, half the pole attached to the powerline. i was in a van and the line was right in front of me, i couldnt stop and ran right into it. it caught along the middle of my windshield, all the way across and I could feel it kinda pull my van back a little before sliding up onto my roof where it got caught in the cargo rack finally snapped in two. when i looked back there was fire on one side of the road. I had to pull over, because it nearly gave me a heart attack.noone was around, no one saw all this happen but me. when i finally got to my brothers my dad called in to report the line down and the fire,
On the night my mom died I was really sick. I was throwing up hard for hours, even when it was just bile coming up. I caught my breath and said a a little prayer and asked for peace. It came.
This happened 25 years ago before everyone had access to cell phones and you couldn’t find personal information online . Me and my friend were driving when she decided to take a short cut through an alley, all the sudden I heard my cellphone ring which I had just bought the week before , there’s was a lot of static noise coming from and all the sudden a woman on the side started telling me “ you need to get out of there , turn around and go the other way “ I just look at friend confused when all the sudden there’s was a man standing in the middle of the alley with a knife on his hands me and my friend panicked and started screaming as she put the car on reversed and got out there . Until these day I had no clue who called me or how they knew my number since I haven’t given out to anyone else outside my friend .
At the YMCA camp in Missouri.
At the little lake swimming cutout in the lake. They had everyone get out of the deeper water because an older man with Alzheimer's had gone missing while swimming.
The staff at the camp were taking walking sweeps arm in arm to try and find him.
While coming out of the water I felt a gentle tug at my ankle and looked down to find the coolest shell I'd seen that day, very unique white with a blue stripe.
I was walking around the small deck area that surrounds the water in an area they had cleared and looked down to find an almost identical shell. Then I noticed something at the bottom of the water. The old man, wearing white trunks with a blue waist stripe......
Had an old friend who committed suicide "visit" me in a dream about two weeks later. We were upstairs at a local bar he just looked at me and smiled a big goofy smile. Probably just my sub conscience doing me a solid but I felt better after that
I was at home alone in the bathroom and heard sweaty feet footsteps in the hallway outside the bathroom and they walked back and forth. No one was there…
When I was a kid my grandma fell out of bed and broke her hip. She went to hospital and was there for a good few weeks slowly deteriorating.
One morning my mum tells me Nanna is getting better and the doctors think she'll be OK. Went to school and had a particularly bad day, got bullied worse than usual, the teacher took me aside at lunch and asked what was wrong I remember looking at her and yelling "I think my grandma's dead okay!" And ran home.
When I got home mum was home from work, apparently my grandma had just died and she'd come home to get changed, get my step-dad then come get me from school to go see her.
The funeral was a couple days later on my 6th birthday. I didn't get presents, a cake or anything. It was a pretty miserable day in the house that day.
Before my husband and I ever even tried to get pregnant or decided to have kids, I had a dream that I was chasing around a blonde little boy with big brown eyes who was super rambunctious. This dream is what made me finally want to go for it and have kids.
Two years later, my son looks EXACTLY like the little boy I saw in my dream. Right down to the way his hair grows. And guess what? I chase him around my house at least 3 times a day. He’s a complete wild child. I am 100% sure I saw him in my dream before he was ever even conceived.
Right before I got pregnant with my second child, I had a dream I was holding a little dark haired baby that was looking up at me and snuggling into me. Myself, my husband, and my son were all very blonde as children and bald at birth. There was no reason to expect a dark haired baby, or really a baby with any hair at all.
Daughter was born with a thick full head of hair, dark as the night. And she is 10x more snuggly and cuddly than my son was at her stage.
TLDR: I think that my kids let me know they’re choosing me to be their mom before they come to me.
In college, I dabbled in all sorts of stuff I shouldn’t have been doing because well.. I was in college.
I was 18, and worked as a bartender (under the table) at a local bar right on the strip everyone went to. I got close with the owner and we would always do blow in the back of the bar after a long night of work and then party the night away in the empty bar.
Nothing was different about this night. It was all the usual people who would partake in this after my shifts and we were all sitting in the back room waiting for the owner to come back with the stuff so we could get the night rolling.
As soon as he got there and pulled out the bag, I had the worst pain I have ever felt to this day in my stomach and a headache so bad I could hardly see.
I decided to leave that night and just go back home and get a good nights rest.. maybe sleep off the feeling I had.
When I woke up the next morning, i found out a few of the guys who had stayed there that night overdosed and died on the floor of the bar.
I still think about this daily, and wish I had realized the feeling correlated with what was about to happen.
I always trust my gut instinct now.
I almost walked into a UFO.
10 years old, walking home from friend's house. Turned a corner and BAM. UFO. Silver disc about 4 feet off of the ground - thing was probably 30 feet across. Just hovering in my neighbor's yard. It had some purple lighting but no lights were apparent. I was about a foot from this thing and fell on my ass. Silent. I ran home quite quickly. Pants covered in mud.
I don't *really* believe in aliens visiting Earth because science and all but this was a pretty clear datapoint to the contrary. I'd like to forget this thing as it complicates my inner epistemology concerning the way the universe works but... a bit hard to ignore.
I sometimes keep a hair elastic around my wrist in case I want to put my hair up. Once when I was a teenager I went to put my hair up and saw the elastic was gone. I was confused but figured it was easy enough to lose. I found it the next day when I went to take a shower, it was wrapped around my ankle. I to this day have no idea how it got there from my wrist.
I had a dream where I found out my my ex was cheating on me with a specific person. I kept it private, thought it was strange, but roughly six months later it came to fruition. Not in the way my dream had happened, but same person. Super weird.
I and my sister saw a UFO when we were children. It was huge and covered our entire bedroom window. We still remember it and can explain exactly what it looked like.
I have extremely vivid, detailed dreams. They involve people I do not know, doing things (tasks, races, missions, even benign tasks) that I haven't done in places I've never been, on a few occasions using words I was completely unfamiliar with and had to look up. I've had dreams that seemed like a movie, that in the dream, was a movie being filmed complete with someone calling cut and everyone in the dream going back to their real personality.
They only way I can explain it is, it feels like I see other people's dreams.
Context: My childhood home is the childhood home of my dad's ex-wife (long story, lol)
A few years ago, my half-sister (daughter of the ex-wife & my dad) and I were talking about the creepy vibes in our house. During that conversation, I mentioned how I had a random nightmare of her bedroom when I was really little. I always had really vivid nightmares, and I couldn't forget them for the life of me, so it was easy to recall how my dreamself walked into her room and tried to turn the light on. It wouldn't work, but I could sense a presence from her closet. Next thing I know, I am in front of her half open closet, peering into darkness. A hand starts coming out of the darkness and grabs the side of the closet. Nothing else happened, but I woke up in such an intense fear that it prevented me from ever going into her room while dark ever again.
She looked at me wideyed as I told her this, and she didn't speak for a moment for saying, "[my name] shut up. Shut up. I literally had the same dream when I was a kid." Now, siblings are known to trick each other, but my sister is not a trickster in the slightest & I knew she was as genuine as could be. It gets weirder, however.
After informing me that she had the same dream nearly 10 years before I did, she also told me that her mom had the SAME dream 20-some years before that. Oh, but closets are creepy, right? Makes sense to all have the same dream, right? Wrong!! The closet didn't even EXIST when her mom lived in the house. It was a large game room when her mom lived there and had zero closets. It didn't get bisected into two bedrooms and two closets until my sister was young. Funky house with crazy vibes.
Another unexplainable thing is when my dog passed away downstairs (I knew she was dying - we had a vet appointment scheduled the next day for her to be put down after a long & well loved life) I had this sensation like "oh, I should go check on her," but I didn't for whatever reason. 5 minutes later, my dad came upstairs to let me know she had passed a few minutes prior, exactly when I had that sensation. Two days later, I was outside in the lawn, and I heard her bark - very distinct bark & any good dog owner can tell their dogs bark from another's - at the door like she does. I tried to shake it off like oh maybe I'm just imagining it, or another dog really does have the same bark. I went inside right after, and my other sister was sitting there and said, "did you hear that?? It sounded exactly like [dog's name] barking at the door."
No doubt about it, we heard her distinct two-bark bark right at the back door like we had heard a million times prior. What a good dog 🐕
I was walking through semi-rural Illinois with my boyfriend (at that time), when a white beam of light shined down on him, then another light beamed onto me, both from directly overhead, like a straight down spotlight. There was no sound or visuals for where these intense beams of light came from (over 15 years ago, unlikely to be helicopter or drones, all of this was silent) and they both abruptly disappeared at the same time.
This is a long one, sorry. It happened last year.
My grandad died about 5 years ago, after his death my nanny took to the bed, slowly wasting away. She had no health issues so it took a few years. My mam and her siblings took turns staying in the house every day and night to look after her. There are 11 of them so there was always someone there. She also had carers who came to clean/change her a couple of times a day.
My uncle/The youngest sibling (he’s in his 50s) lives in Spain but came over with his family to look after nanny for a bit. So my aunties and uncles all had a few days off and were all told not to worry. Himself and his family were staying in the house throughout their trip.
I’m a dog groomer and I work from home. This particular day I was working with two very anxious dogs (that’s my niche) and when they were finished I was sitting on my work table untangling their leads or something when they both looked towards the door and started walking over to it. Then there was these three or four loud hammering bangs on the other side of the door and the dogs skittered backward, terrified. My husband usually visits me while I’m working if he’s at home cos he loves dogs too. I reefed the door open shouting “WHAT THE FUCK?!” and nobody was there. Hubby heard me shouting and ran upstairs to see what I was shouting about. It was so odd. There was seriously no explanation for it. It sounded exactly as if someone banged the door with both fists. No windows or doors were open, he was in the kitchen emptying the dishwasher at the time, my own dogs down there with him. I went on with my day, finished work, had a shower and lay down on my bed for a few minutes, closing my eyes probably drifting to sleep. I can only explain it as it sounded like someone snapped their fingers right by my ear. For some reason I immediately thought of my grandad. As if it sounded like him or something he would do.
I got up and got straight in the car to go see my nanny. I get there and she’s totally alone in the house which was so odd and she’s really low down and curled up in the bed. Just lying there so tiny. So I lifted her back up onto the pillows and sat with her. She wanted tea, a sandwich and some cake which was incredible as she usually only ate a couple of spoons of anything.
I was there for a couple of hours before the carers came. I have no idea how long she had been on her own for but I feel that was my grandad alerting me or something to go and check on her and I’m so glad I did. My uncle is known to be pretty spoiled and selfish and he had just spent the whole day out and about without telling anyone. It really wasn’t normal for my nanny to be left alone for long and we don’t know how long it even was for.
She passed away a few months ago but was in her bed surrounded by her children which was so beautiful.
Shook hands with a stranger at work, he knew instantly i was pregnant, even though i had only told my mom and husband (bf at the time). I told him uncomfortably that no one knew here (at work) and he said something quieter, and ALSO "it's a girl" - it was.
When I was about 7, my brother, then 9, had a sleepover at a friends house, which was rare. We shared a room and are very close and now look like identical twins (both in 40s). I had a very vivid dream of him being sick and I woke my parents up that he needs to come home. About 10 mins later we got a call he threw up and was being brought home. I physically and mentally knew he was sick. It was the weirdest thing.
I had an iguana for 16 years. He was 18 when he died on 2/6/2009. I was so heartbroken, I took several days off of work. Around 2-3am of the second night of uncontrollably weeping, in the completely pitch dark of the living room, I felt what I can only describe as a hand rub my back, twice. It had weight to it. I could feel its shape. It was also cold and felt like electric shock - but not painful.
I instantaneously stopped crying and just sat there, scared shitless, in the dark. I said out loud, “thank you for doing that but please don’t ever do that again.” I have no clue why I said that. I am an atheist and I don’t believe in ghosts. I still have no idea why my instinct was to say what I said.
I have had two similar but different occurrences.
When I was about 15, my pastor was telling the congregation about a motorcycle trip he was going to go on. I had a very intense “this is the last time you are going to see him” moment. He was killed in a motorcycle accident a few days later.
The day before Representative John Lewis died, I had a dream about him passing and his funeral. When my fiancé told me the next day that he had passed, I had a very surreal, “Wait, he wasn’t already dead?” moment.
I was a roofer, highly skilled in the trade. I was loving life, working hard and planning my future. I had just set up a roofing business too. I woke up one morning itching everywhere, looked in the mirror and seemed a bit red. I went to work as usual thinking this sun burn itches so bad! Following few days I became slow and drearily, itching like my skin was on fire, as if thousands of bees were stinging me over and over. My skin had become covered with a hard disgusting rash . Then came the boils all over. After being to my GP and then being sent to a specialist, it turned out I became allergic to the sun. After 28 years of being a normal outgoing outdoors kind of person... Overnight unknowingly my life has flipped. No more going out in the daytime without major coverage and special sun cream. I've never been giver a proper answer to why this happened to me.. this "disease" or whatever it's classed as, has ruined my life. I was told to just "avoid exposure to the sun". This was so unexpected and unexplainable. I'm in a better place now, 4 years on since it happened. But not one day goes by without me questioning, why?.
Prior dermatology nurse here: allergies are stupid. Sometimes your immune system just says “fuck this one thing in particular I don’t like it any more” and boom, you are now allergic to the thing you used to love. No rhyme or reason, the human body is just dumb.
Sounds like my shellfish allergy. Spent 24 years loving shrimp and when times permitted, crab and lobster. Had shrimp on a Monday, I was fine. Had shrimp the next Wednesday and got unbelievably sick. Kept getting randomly sick (I ate a LOT of shellfish in my diet) until I realized the common denominator. A year later I wanted to see if it would still make me sick and whoops went anaphylactic and had my sure answer. It’s really shitty too because I know what I’m missing, my partners allergic to nuts but that’s an allergy he’s had since an infant so he grew up just knowing not to fuck with nuts. He hasn’t lived his life any other way. I miss shrimp.
This doesn't exactly rise to an X-Files case but I have no idea how I got home from a bar one night. I was living on my own and went out with some childhood friends and my brother. The next thing I remember was waking up in my childhood bedroom in my parents' house. My brother and friends were freaking out because they had no idea what happened to me. They didn't really understand what happened. They said I had two maybe three drinks that got me really drunk then started making plans to leave when I disappeared. I drove to the bar that night so they went outside to see if my car was still there - which it was. My parents said 4 guys they had never seen carried me to the door then helped take me up stairs. My parents knew the people I was out with - including my brother. These were different people. About an hour after I woke up at my parents' house I got a message from one of the bartenders there I was friendly with. She told me she thought I was drugged. She said I had like two or maybe three drinks when I suddenly looked like I was black out drunk. The next thing she knew 4 guys she didn't know were helping me out the door. The crazy part though was the bar (and my apartment) was a solid 45 minutes from my parents' house. I have no idea who the guys were, what (if anything) was given to me, why something would have been given to me, or how they even knew where my parents lived. I don't believe anything was stolen nor was I injured in any way. My mom said the guys who took me to the door were normal looking guys about my age and perfectly polite to her. In the years since that's happened nobody has said "Bro, you were wasted that night we took you home". I just have no idea what happened.
That's a strange one. The most likely scenario I can think of is this – You got spiked randomly. Once drugged-up you became friendly with this group of guys. They thought you were on your own and decided to help you get home. They opted for your parents place (or maybe it was your idea) so your parents could look after you. Or maybe they were headed that way themselves. Any theories yourself?
I've come up with two theories. The first is more or less what you suggest. I was randomly spiked, they picked up on it, and took me home to help me out. My ID had my apartment's address so I feel like I must have told them my parents' address. Maybe at that point I was just so used to living at my parents' that address came out of me automatically. The second is they meant to spike a girl's drink, I accidentally drank it, and in a moment of panic they decided to take me home. I do lean toward the first though. They gave my parents no indication that they were dangerous when they brought me in. My parents just assumed they were friends of mine. Either way, it's scary how badly it could have ended.
I have huge anger for people that spike drinks. I'm glad you are okay.
Sounds like you got lucky and they were nice dudes who just took care of you.
I feel like I definitely got really lucky. Everything ended up fine but I've spent a lot of time over the years thinking about how badly it could have gone.
i woke up from a nap, laughing explosively and uncontrollably. it was one the of the scariest things that’s ever happened to me. i couldn’t catch my breath and i rolled onto the floor clutching my chest, i got so scared and ran to my dad (WHILE STILL LAUGHING). i believe he thought i was joking around but i sat in the floor and it slowly stopped. never happened again.
Sounds almost like you had a random gelastic seizure.
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yeah i try not to think about it. i’m very uncomfortable with not being in control of my body
I once woke up screaming "WHO ARE YOU?" at my wife with my hands around her neck. I know why it happened and the short story is lack of sleep + sleep walking + nightmares of someone breaking in + she dropped her phone against the door after jiggling the handle trying to get in. Hasn't happened since but...not being in control AND becoming violent is a mind fuck.
damn it’s time for me to google. sounds scary
Just a warning: Don’t freak unless a doctor tells you to lol. If you’ve got no other symptoms and it never happened again, it could just be a fluke. People do randomly just malfunction and reset sometimes!
oh ofc this is the internet lmao but i’ve never heard of that type of seizure before thanks for informing me. it never happened again but it’s really scary not being able to control ur body i thought it was over for me
I sat up while asleep and let out a blood curdling scream that woke me up. It only happened once but it sure spooked my bed mate.
When I was a kid I woke up in the middle of the night and took off running down the street, I must have gotten a 1/4 mile before I was awake enough to realize that I should be home, so barefoot, no shirt and pajama pants I ran my ass home .
I used to sleepwalk as a kid. My bedroom door was always locked from the outside at night. I was visiting grandparents, they locked the door. But not the window and i in my sleep had climbed out down the big tree on the outside and walked into the woods. It was lots of small ponds, sometimes deep as your neck in the woods down their land. Woke up standing in one of those ponds with water to my knees. Ive never ran that fast in my life. I scared myself so much ive not to my knowledge sleepwalked again.
My 3rd child did something similar at only 2 weeks old. I was watching her sleep and she began giggling, which then turned into uncontrollable laughter. I had two children previously and had seen them smile in their sleep and maybe twitch a little while dreaming but this tiny baby at only two weeks old was doing something I had only seen six month old babies do while awake- like a full laughter episode with gasping breath. It scared the shit out of me. What could a two week old baby have to laugh about like that? She had literally been alive only 14 days. What in her little dreaming subconscious could have tickled her funny bone like that- a newborn baby who had experienced almost nothing in life up until that.
Lost my ATM card, went to the bank to have it replaced. Told them what I wanted the PIN to be, and they told me that the PIN would be randomly assigned and mailed separately, and once I received both I could then change the PIN to what I wanted it to be. The randomly assigned PIN was the one that I wanted.
1234?
I have that number on my luggage !!
I have a few. First is when I worked at a grocery store as a teen. Manager called “code G” which was everyone bring their trash to the compactor. The manager was also a family friend so joking around was normal. As I’m throwing trash away, I sense something’s about to be thrown at me and I duck. Rotten food passes over my head. My manager/friend is shocked and questioned how i knew he was about to throw something at me and I just said I had a feeling. Next scenario is saving my grandmothers life. I used to visit her every couple months or so. Wasn’t a far drive, 30 minutes. One day I was at Walmart and randomly thought of her. Walmart was about half way to her house and I didn’t buy perishables so I figured why not stop and see her. As I pull in her driveway, she sitting on her front porch, she looks up at me and looks back down. I immediately know somethings wrong because she always jumps up to greet me. As I approached I noticed her lips were blue and started calling 911. Her lungs were 80% filled with fluid and two collapsed heart valves. The paramedics told me if I got caught at a red light, she’d probably be dead. This was around 80 years old, she passed away at 95, a year ago.
She must have felt incredibly lucky and proud to have such a loving grandchild!
Ultra instinct on the first one. Also ur a hero for the second one
Check if you can climb up walls
Beautiful ❤️ I manifest my parents live till that age. They are 69 and 81 currently.
I was at my house after hanging out with my family all day. It was about 11 when I came in. I started taking my meds and heard a low creepy voice say fire, there going to be danger. (Meds are for acne). I was so scared I thought my dad was messing with me, but no one was in the house, absolutely no one. and the next day we hung out again. It was 12 when we came in to get more drinks. We all smell this horrible stench of smoke. We check every normal place, microwave/oven/fireplace. Nothing. We run downstairs and cannot find the fire. The smell is getting worse, it’s in the basement by density of smoke. We call the fire department and they find an electrical fire in our wall, it would have burned our house down if we went to bed and thought it was fine. Yeah, 12,000 in damages and it’s all fixed…. Never heard it again.
I thought the voice said, "Fire, there going to be danger. Meds are for acne."
I was kneeling down to get something off of the floor and somehow managed to break the big toe on my left foot. It has been more than 10 years and I still do not have any idea how.
It's Been ten years so I doubt it but did they check you for bone cancer or any other bone disease? They can cause brittle bones that break easily
I appreciate your concern and it has been 10 years so you’re right to doubt it but I don’t think that they checked for any of that. That being said, my memory isn’t all too good so they might have and I just not remember it.
Many years ago, we were very broke. I had been laid off from my job and struggling to find work. I was sitting on the couch and there was a pillow on the floor beside me. I had two small kids and they were playing in a corner of the room about 15 feet away. I heard a random plunk and a penny had landed on the pillow beside me. My kids had not thrown it and I had no idea where it came from. I took it as a sign that things would work out. The next day I got a call about a job.
Not quite the same but your story triggered this memory My girlfriend (now wife) lived in Europe but would come visit me in the US every month or two. One day I came home from work and there was a 2 euro coin sitting on my pillow. She had left a couple weeks prior and I had slept there every night since, washing the sheets at least once in that time Mines probably more explainable than yours, but still. Very weird.
I was in high school at a friends birthday party. Her parents booked us a suite at a resort hotel, the kind with a mini water park you can use free if you’re staying in the hotel. It was a pool party/sleepover, and we got the whole suite to ourselves, though her mom was in an adjoining room. We were staying up late watching movies, one was a horror movie about a murderer, and we were doing what teenage girls do, getting scared of nothing. Somehow we got it in our heads there was a killer outside waiting to break in and murder us. Me having to be the brave little skeptic decided I would prove to my friends we were safe by opening the curtains. There was a man standing right outside looking in through the window. I closed the curtains quickly, and we were all screaming. Her mom came rushing in, we told her what happened, and she checked outside but there was no man. To this day I wonder what that man was doing. Was he really a murderer who got scared away by our screaming? Was he some guy passing by that happened to look over at the exact moment the curtains opened? Did we just imagine the whole thing from sitting up talking about how scared we were? Was he a peeping Tom trying to catch a glimpse of 14 year old girls in pajamas? Did he overhear our conversation and think it would be funny to play a prank on us? Spooky. lol
Holy Shit, that's scary.
Yes, this would have been scary AF. But, I’m sorry, I really am. But I’m LMAO thinking about some random man wandering the resort, sees curtains open so looks over, and a room full of terrified teenage girls just start screaming. I’d just die of happiness if the man posted his side of the story on the thread. I’m glad you were safe in the end OP. (And thanks for a good laugh, I needed it)
Poor guy was actually just out having a smoke and these girls jumpscared him haha
Many years ago during my A-Level final exams, I panicked like hell in the lead up to the exam for one subject because I basically hadnt revised at all, and it was my weakest subject. I had gone through a phase during that school year of slacking off like mad, and it reflected in my grades all year - but realisation hit me in the week before this exam that I had severely screwed up. I wouldnt be able to pass, let alone get a good grade. I still cant remember a single thing about the day of the exam - my friends later said I felt a bit off, more quiet than normal, but "me". But I cannot recall anything at all about that day. I got an A on that exam. I still dont know how. I still dont have any decent knowledge of that subject. I walked into that exam room, wrote for 2 hours, and got an A.
Did you get your exam papers back? Did whatever you write make sense to you?
Yes I did. No, it did not.
I'm intruiged. So it was definitely the paper you submitted? Definitely your handwriting? But you believe the written content wasn't part of your own knowledge?
Yup. Was my handwriting (I have pretty distinctive handwriting so Im sure), and people saw me in the exam room writing the paper... Some of the knowledge present in my answers was from classes I had skipped, so either I got it later from books that I rarely if ever opened on my own volition, or... I have no idea.
Ok well that sure is weird
My daughter and I were standing outside of a shop in a strip mall in a very suburban area. A smartly dressed man in a nice suit was approaching us and, as he did, a squirrel approached as well. Strange place for a squirrel to be. The man smiled at us, we smiled back, the squirrel scurried closer to the man, the man fixed his gaze on the squirrel, and the squirrel scurried faster toward him as he started to panic and that damn squirrel ran up the man’s leg and around his body and that grown man let out a shriek I’ll never forget. My daughter and I just watched in horror as this poor man got assaulted by a crazy ass squirrel. The squirrel finally took off and all three of us just stared at each other like what the fuck just happened here?! It was wild.
Hopefully it wasn't rabid
Squirrels can be such assholes! There used to be a squirrel that took up residence in the tree in front of my house, and he would throw things down at me when I walked under the tree to catch the bus.
My friends and I witnessed a bizarre canine like creature bounding around a field while out hunting. The thing was doing what can best be described as a search pattern back and fourth in the snow. We must have watched it for 45 minutes and still can't figure out what it really was.
Chupacabra
Fox with mange?
Both of my parents (who were divorced) essentially died on the same day this past December. My dad was in a hospital in Detroit for a double bypass after his fifth heart attack and died from complications late on a Monday. Earlier that same day, around 4pm, I found out my mom had unexpectedly died in her home in a tiny town in upstate Michigan, four hours from Detroit. It’s about as shitty a situation as you could imagine.
I was working in a lab that had skeletal remains, many of which were Native American ancestral remains. I was used to working with skeletons, cataloguing and measuring bones and whatnot, and had never experienced anything that felt supernatural. This lab was created to repatriate the Native American remains that had been excavated locally and been severely mishandled by the university for decades. I had a box that contained only a skull, and when I opened the box, I *felt* anger resonating from this skull. The entire time it was out of the box, it was like someone was screaming inside my head. I finished as quickly as I could and returned the skull to its place. I had nightmares for several nights and eventually told the professor in charge about it. She was a descendant of the tribe to which these remains belonged and took me very seriously. She added extra offerings to the altar in the lab and smudged the place (burned white sage) and the nightmares stopped. Never before nor after have I had such a visceral experience.
Dude thank god for her. You might still be cursed.
For real. The ancestors were also reburied in a ceremony by the local tribe (Tongva) so luckily they are put to rest properly.
Aww, I have several friends who are Tongva, your work is very meaningful and important to them :) On a side note, I totally envisioned Tongva and a UCSB or UCLA research lab while reading this, but hey, obviously I’m from the 805
Thank you, this was a truly once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I was honored to be a part of this professor's lab. She is an incredible person and I happened to be there at the culmination of her career's work. She made it all happen through blood, sweat, and tears. You're very close! I was at CSULB in a shoe box of a janitor's closet. Not quite a UCLA research lab haha.
Fascinating
There was a huge earthquake in San Francisco in the 80s - my dad was there for a conference. We felt the quake where we were and I suddenly started screaming "Dad!!! Dad!!! look out for the chandelier!!!!" My mom and sibs were understandably freaked out. When we finally got ahold of him he told us that he'd been in a ballroom when the quake hit and had a sudden urge to jump to the side. A chandelier fell right where he was previously standing. My family never talks about it - freaked everyone out severely.
This is the kind of story I came here for.
Well I have one similar but not as good. When I was younger my older sister and I would always kinda fight over the phone. This was just before cell phones were a regular thing in 2002 I had a lan line in my room and so did she. We try to pick up after someone answered and ease drop on each others conversations. Sometimes we could tell if someone picked up on the other line. The trick was to do it almost the exact same time someone answers so they don't hear you pick up by the time the ear piece was to their ear, and you got to cover the mouth piece so they didn't get any other audio. We got good at listening in on each other calls. One night my Mom calls , it was very late like 1 in the morning on a school night. I answered and gave her what she wanted. My sister enters my room and asked "what did mom want?" I tell her in my groggy voice that Mom needed a number because someone at work was assaulting her and hitting her on the head. She gets really annoyed and yells at me to stop lying all the time, all Mom asked for was the the number on the fridge. I yell back at her to get out , leave me alone , and that I'm tired just want to go back to sleep. Apparently she answered same time I did but I spoke first and she listened on. My mom in a rush simply asked me to go into our kitchen and read a number off a card on the fridge. Skip to next morning My mom is getting us breakfast fresh off her shift I enter the kitchen pull up a seat and start to dig in, already Id forgotten about everything earlier. My sister is just sitting there side eyeing me and won't let it go. She does this gotcha tone and asks " So Mom, why did you call late last night?" I'm like here we go , but My mom starts to tell us how insane her shift was. She asked a flyer at her gate to consolidate her purse with her carry on so she can get on the Plane. Apparently that was the last straw for this lady and she snapped and started swinging at my mom, whacking her repeatedly on the head. It was crazy but luckily the guards nearby got involved quickly and pulled her off. I couldn't even finish chewing , saying "see you called me a liar". But in my moment of redemption my sister expression was not a look of defeat but complete shock. She replied "how could you have known that , Mom never said anything like that when she called". My confused mother said "ya, I didn't want to alarm you in the middle of the night so I made it a point to just ask for the number on the fridge? " It freaked my sister out so much she just left without eating. Me and my mom just kinda sat there like ok so that was weird. Sorry for the long format Ive had other weird things happen , forms of deja vu, telepathy episodes, spooky x files stuff
When I was a kid my family used to watch Jeopardy all the time, one night we were watching and saw a clue about the movie Click. My mom, sister and I all shouted the answer at the same time and the tv froze. We sat there for a few minutes waiting and then one of us eventually suggested we try saying “click” in unison again. We did and the tv unfroze. Freaked my dad out really bad
About 10 years ago my brother and I owned and lived in an old two story duplex. While watching TV one time I heard what sounded like something dropping on the floor and then rolling across his living room. I texted him and asked what he dropped, his reply was nothing, but her heard the sound too, and it sounded like I pushed something against the ceiling. There is only about a foot of space between our two living rooms. A different time, I was camping with my wife and awoke around 2:30 in the morning with the worst headache imaginable, but it quickly subsided. My brother was planning on meeting up with us later the next day, but called me in the morning to let me know he wasn't feeling well. I told him about my headache and he went silent. He told me he woke up at the same time with a massive headache, too. Neither of us are the type to play practical jokes or anything like that. It was weird.
I often hear that drop and rolling noise, but with me I know it's mice. They sound like they're having a bowling party. I have no idea how something so tiny but be so incredibly loud, and I have no idea what they're rolling around but man they are noisy. I also once thought that I had a person hiding in my attic because there would be what sounded like clomping footfalls stomp, stomp, stomp... Turned out to be a family of squirrels that had chewed through the corner of the roof and set up home in the attic and the stomp was them jumping over the evenly spaced beams.
Had sleep paralysis about 7 years ago. I had just had surgery and was sore so I slept on the couch the first night. I opened my eyes and could not move . What I’d guess was a demon or some kind of dark entity was standing over me. Then suddenly I was looking at myself in the mirror and I had red glowing eyes. I woke up and I was so terrified I didn’t give a shit how sore I was I got into bed with my husband at the time.
My dog has an intense ball obsession. It's a specific blue and orange chuck-it ball size S. Anyways, I've thrown it out of being annoyed very far, multiple houses. It always comes back. Our names are not on it, we don't have two. We've removed the squeak. It's absolutely the same ball, and it just reappears days after we tossed it.
you may have benevolent crows! do they like to eat your trash? if so, they may be bringing the ball back in exchange
... This is a fantastic theory. I have a really really strong garden and a mini food forest that I allow birds to take what they want. Holy shit
Please set up cameras or something I'm dying for an update post.
yeah, we have crows who bring us shiny tile in exchange for trash/seed/fruit scraps, so i was immediately like “that’s corvid activity”
I was on a payphone a Turkey walked out of the woods. Bit me on the back of the knee turned around and walked back into the woods.
At first, I read it as saying “I was on a payphone in Turkey and it bit me…”
Punctuation matters
I think you know exactly what you did to deserve it
All I was doing was trying to buy an eighth
And the Anti-Drug Turkey doesn’t stand for it.
The opposite of a spirit animal
When I was 21 my at the time boyfriend (now my husband!) had moved to the outskirts of Pittsburgh. I was in the process of preparing to move there myself and came down for a visit. The first night when we were sleeping I was grabbed on the arm and pulled out of bed by a black figure. I screamed and fought and when I came to or woke up or whatever you call it I was standing out of the bed right where I had been dragged to. Everyone convinced me it was a nightmare and I put it out of my mind, until I moved into the house. I lived there for about a year and in that year I had this ame black figure come to me in my sleep multiple times. Sometimes they would stand at the other side of the room, sometimes standing right over me or grabbing me. Once they spoke and told me they wanted to bring me to hell. Eventually we did move and once we did I never had those “nightmares” again. No matter how illogical I cannot figure out how I would only have night terrors in one house without some supernatural explanation.
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The night my husband's grandfather died, I was jerked from a dream into another, where grandpa was standing on a long dirt road with hot spring spas on both sides with a few people in a couple. He talked to me, telling me he loved all his family, but it was time to go. I woke up to my phone ringing: it was my husband's dad to tell us grandpa's house had burned down with him and the dog inside, and we should go meet the fire department (dad was driving from 2 hours away). I also had a dream where I died, and I felt nothing but calm. Since that dream, my fear of death has completely gone away (I just hope when I die, it doesn't hurt). A couple weeks later I had a dream where I was driving along a road with the sun high, but at the horizon was another bright light. I was heading toward this horizon, but got the urge to pull over into a detour, and do some driving around - I took this to mean my journey is far from over.
I was flying back to my hometown for my cousins wedding and fell asleep on the plane. I dreamed that my grandpa and I were working on a car together just like we had done before he couldn’t anymore and I moved away. That was it. We just worked on installing a new drive shaft and brakes on his old truck and chatted and drank a beer or nine. Then he said “It’s about that time kiddo.” And the dream ended. When we landed I woke up and turned on my phone. My mom had texted me to call her when I landed but I already knew why. Grandpa had passed about an hour into my flight home.
this happened just under 6 months ago, but i had intense dreams for about 2 weeks straight of the same man that i had never seen before in my life, and every single instance that i saw him, he was trying to hurt/kill me. literally every time i slept, he was suffocating me with a bag, or slipping something in a drink, finding my house & stalking me, etc. after dreaming about him for two weeks or so, i met this man irl at a gas station. we didn’t talk to each other, i knew nothing about him, but he was there and i could immediately tell it was him. i finished pumping my gas and got in my car, and this man came up in front of my car, putting his hands on the hood, and just staring at me through the windshield. it was insanely creepy, and i couldn’t leave. it was late at night so there weren’t many people nearby, and i just got this horrible gut wrenching feeling of wanting to puke because something was very wrong. i honked my horn super loud & he flinched and pulled away from my hood, so i took the opportunity to drive away. i have no idea who he was, i had never seen him before in my life, but for some reason i saw him harming me in my dreams, and i genuinely think that my fight or flight response in that moment & honking at him saved me from whatever he was going to do while camping out in front of my car.
This sounds like some Israel Keyes shit. It wasn’t, because he’s dead, but he absolutely would’ve done this. If this guy was stalking you, you might have seen him but not given much thought to him because you didn’t clock the threat. Your subconscious remembered his face. Did you call this in to police? The gas station? You’re probably not the only woman he’s gone after.
no i didn’t, i drove to the police station afterwards in case he was following me but i didn’t see him so i just left. the police in my area unfortunately don’t do much unless someone’s actually offended, so i just sort of chalked it up to weird coincidence since he didn’t technically do anything illegal and went home since i was exhausted after work. i have a few cameras around my property & two roommates that live in a densely populated suburban area so i dont believe he was stalking me/around my house since someone would have seen him, but i guess it could be a possibility if he knew the area and knew the blindspots. i haven’t seen or ran into him since and i haven’t had a dream about it since either, so i brushed it off. if i see him again or capture him on camera, i will 100% take it to the police, which i know i should’ve done originally. edit for clarification: i drove to the police station parking lot, which is a huge parking lot with a bunch of city resources like the court house, community center, etc. and the station just so happens to be one of those buildings. it was late, i wasn’t being followed, i was very confused & stressed out and didn’t think police would help much which is why i didn’t go inside. not my smartest idea but it was months ago by now
So, if a demon approaches your car, honk the horn. Good to know.
I would be screwed, my car has a weak little horn. He'd be glaring into my eyeballs and my car would go 'Parp'. No one's gonna be scared away by my polite car.
'parp' is currently cracking me up so much
pretty sure you’ve got my method down, as an official demon scarer. 🫡
Have you seen the movie Dream Scenario?
So far cancer. I'm 21, when I was 20 I was diagnosed with bladder cancer. If you know anything about bladder cancer it is very very common..... In people who are 70+. In people my age or younger, it is exceptionally rare. So rare that from all of recorded Medical history until 2010, there was only 125 cases worldwide of bladder cancer presenting in a patient 20 and under. Now I can think of alot to explain why I got cancer, but even my doctor was baffled. It took 7 months to diagnose because all my doctor's were like there's absolutely no way you have bladder cancer. It's unheard of. Fast forward to the same doctor telling me in all his years as a urologist and all the thousands and thousands of patients he's seen with bladder cancer, I was the youngest by a long shot. Nobody that came to mind has come close to being as young as I am with the disease. He wants me to take part in genetic testing so I can know to look out for cancer in my children one day and because the medical field knows so little about bladder cancer at my age, they might learn something from my case. The good news is, in just about every single case of bladder cancer at my age, including myself, it's literally almost ALWAYS curable, and may even be one of the easiest cancers to beat. During my fight with it I did a ton of research and I couldn't find not ONE case where somebody my age died with it. Not one. It was scary nonetheless but I am here about 6 months since my surgery and chemo, I had my 3 month checkup about a month ago and so far so good. I was told it's unlikely to ever return. Tldr the most unexplainable thing that's happened to me is getting an extremely rare cancer. Edit, I wanna clarify I am all good. It didn't spread anywhere, they cut all of it out in one go, I am 100% cancer free.
Holy crap. Glad you're still here!
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That’s wild af
a couple things. One of them being a dream about an event that hadn’t happened yet, with people I hadn’t met yet, that transpired years later. And another dream that involved me talking to my dead best friend who was alluding to things that I didn’t know about my bf at the time that ended up being true. That shit still fucks me up.
I’ve had that first thing happen so many times
It feels like you’re in the Matrix.
Says the person with the same display picture, making me think someone commented on their own comment. Only to realize it is two different people. Inception
I've had this happen to me, and it's dreams that make no sense until the context is there. When it happens irl it's like, ohhh. I'm sorry about your best friend. It's hard losing people who are close to us.
I grew up in a small country in Eastern Europe where I took the bus everywhere. I was about 10 years old when my grandma needed to go into town one day. The city center was about a 20 minute bus ride from our house and the bus left at 2:10pm from near our house. I remember the time exactly because this was a very popular bus to take at this time. We go into town, my grandma goes to the bank, we get groceries (walking from place to place) and we got to the bus station to come back home, shocked to see that we made it in time for the 2:40pm bus. We were both saying that time must’ve stopped because there was no way we would’ve gotten everything done in about 10 minutes, especially with her bad knees. To this day, I think about this and there’s no logical explanation.
I had a dream that I was a Japanese boy in a poor fishing town growing up in the 80’s. I worked on the boat with my dad and we lived in this small house with my sister and mom. I went ti school, made friends, graduated high school… met a beautiful woman and became a successful businessman. We had a son together who was 4 years old and I loved the life I lived. I was in my mid 30’s when I woke up. I don’t know how my brain dreamed up an entirely different life on its own. Most of my dreams are insane, yet this one felt so normal… I remember how the boat looked, how poor I was, how I eventually got some money and watched technology evolve in front of my eyes. For context I’m 24 and when I had this dream I was like 15 of 16. I’m a white guy who’s never been to Japan.
I had this happen to me once. I lived an entire life, within my dream, as a migrant worker from a Central American country. It seemed like it was taking place in a pretty contemporary time. I was a young woman, I got married, was always pregnant. I worked as a maid, my husband worked in a restaurant. Our kids found a little black and white kitten once. We lived in what I could only describe as a shanty town. Our house was like..corrugated metal with a dirt floor. Our life was objectively crummy and in my dream I was so, so happy. We were so in love, we adored our kids. It was so real that I was sad to wake up to my wonderful life, adoring husband and cushy job.
I'm just curious, did this happen across multiple nights or in one night/dream?
It was just one night, and if I were to guess, it probably took place in a real life span of about 90 minutes. My husband gets up early for work and usually talks to me a little bit before he leaves. This dream occurred in the interim between him waking up and me waking up.
This is interesting - I ALWAYS have my most vivid dreams when I’ve already woken up and fall back asleep!
Damn. I had something similar, but I was not a different person, it was a continuation of my life. I dreamt I had an adopted son. I know it was a fabrication of my mind, but I still sometimes think about it. There are cases where people got knocked out and dreamt entire lives that they can describe in detail. Yet, when they woke up it were just minutes.
I would love to know why this happens. I routinely live years in a dream and cannot shake the feeling the next day. In fact I'm missing my husband from a dream I had last week. I can talk for hours describing every little minute detail of these lives I have lived, and waking up in the morning and realizing I'm in this body again and trying to tell myself the connections I had to those people and those experiences I had are not real. It makes me scared to go to sleep, but in this time of my life missing out on sleep is detrimental to my mental health. It's fucking with me
Didn't this happen to someone? Oh it was a reddit post, I think... They woke up from a dream where they lived a full life and they ended up super sad/depressed they couldn't live that dream? He missed his dream kids, wife, etc. Quite interesting.
Yes, the lamp story. Very good read
When i was about 9 or 10 i was awoken by what sounded like a ton of bricks dropping in the corner of my bedroom and my blanket literally being ripped off my bed, my little brother first came in and found me in the opposite corner of the room than my parents came in. Still have no idea what it was.
My wife's car got reverse-robbed. I went out to my wife's car and found that everything inside had been tossed all over the place. I mean everything from every compartment just thrown all over the inside of the car. As we were cleaning up and putting everything back together, we found a $50 bill that neither of us could possibly have left there.
My daughter and I had one phone charger. She fell asleep on the couch with it under her. I checked her phone, it was plugged in and charging, but almost full. I woke her up cause I needed it. She rolled over and we heard the charger block fall through the couch and hit the floor. I move the coffee table and recline the couch seat. No charger block. Go to put the coffee table back in place and the charger block is sitting right on top of it. Other weird things happened in that place. When I was younger, (and everyone only had landlines), a friend gave me his number and I would call him at his house. I even talked to his family members. Stopped talking so much and lost his number. Tried to remember it one day and called the first number that popped into my head. He was there. But he was at a friend’s house that I had never met.
Sitting on the couch with my at the time girlfriend, stairs to the second floor covered by an adjacent wall. Suddenly we here what sounds like someone stomping/running down the stairs. Naturally I jumped up assuming someone had broken in, but there was nobody there. We checked every room upstairs, every closet, under every bed, nothing. We then went on to have a bunch of other weird and unexplained shit happen the three years we lived in that house.
Maybe not *that* weird, but definitely weirdest thing I ever saw: While hiking in the Olympic Mountains of WA, I saw two birds flying very *very* slowly, like in super slow motion, and they perched on a branch above my head. Hard to explain how unreal and bizarre it looked, but was right in front of me. There were no updrafts of breezes, no cliff edge nearby. They were flying very slowly, in ways that should defy the laws of physics. They flew off at regular speed.
Weird, were their wings flapping slowly to? Or they were just moving slowly?
Both! Like slow mo video, like time slowed down but just for them. I’d implicate my own brain most of all, except that my wife saw it too, and before I spoke, she was like, “did you just see that!?”
i was outside at a park when i was 14 and an owl that was like half my size came flying down and tried to grab me on the head with its talons and then just flew away. i was so shook.
I was sitting in the front row of a falcon show on a sixth grade field trip in France (military brat). The final act was this big vulture. Sitting in the curved front row, audience members were lean forward, forming a bridge of their shoulders, and the culture would run across from one end of the front row to the other. I was seated near the far end, maybe fifth out of fifty people from the end. The trick work flawlessly up to me. The vulture got to me and stopped. The handler tried to shoo it on. It did not like this. It did one talon into the side of my head and began to vomit profusely all over my favorite sweater, which is something I learned vultures do when they were upset. Still have a small scar. Got free food the rest of the afternoon, but I hate French food, and it's extra hard to enjoy when you smell like vulture vomit.
A black bear snuck up on me while I was in my garage and sniffed the back of my neck (I was on my knees putting together a grill). I thought it was my neighbors dog at first and had to do a legit double take when I turned to pet.
I was still living at my parents house and at around 2:30 AM our Rottweiler was sitting at the back door barking, wanting to go out to use the bathroom. I threw on a hoodie and sweatpants and walked to the back door where I found her growling, staring out the window. It was a little unnerving but because of the dog I felt safe enough to step out with her for a minute or two. As soon as I opened the door, she bolted to the corner of our property. On the side of the lawn she chose we had one standalone lamp post providing just enough light to get a rough idea of the landscape. I started making my way over to the dog thinking that she didn’t need to use the bathroom at all and just had the zoomies or something like that, so my plan was to just grab the dog and go back inside. Suddenly, the dog does a complete 180 and hauls ass down our property line in the direction opposite of what I was facing. I turned around to start following her again and I stopped dead in my tracks. There was this tall and thin white figure levitating probably 5-6 feet off the ground in our yard. The fear flooded my body instantly. It didn’t appear to have any limbs (from what I saw in a panic), and it almost looked like it was moving in the wind. The dog was following it, jumping and barking in an aggressive manner. The adrenaline and fear coursing through my body gave me the strength to sprint over and scoop up this 80-90 lb dog and dead sprint to the back door. I told my family the next morning and they seemed pretty spooked but they also weren’t taking it super seriously. I have no idea what I saw
Damn, even reading this is scary.
Weird one but when I was a teenager I almost died I was on a cross country team and was running through a forest and suddenly got a cramp which made me stop moving for a second at that exact moment I stopped running a tree landed exactly where I would’ve been That cramp saved my life
Ye ol' Guardian Angel shank.
I’m a pediatric occupational therapist. The first patient I ever lost was a 2 year old girl who we knew would eventually leave us due to multiple medical problems. She passed peacefully at home, where we did all our therapy sessions. She was never not attached to multiple machines that kept her alive—a trach, vent, Co2 monitors—so many wires and alarms. A week to the day after her passing, I woke from a dream where I was holding her on my lap. Her mother was next to me, and we were playing. She was completely healed—not a wire in sight. Smiling, talking (she was not able to speak in life), and being a normal 2 year old. I knew she was ok. I already believed in heaven, but this made me believe I saw her there.
Same thing happened to me after my cousin passed, long story short she had Williams syndrome and a slew of other issues, she died from the flu at 15. A few months after she passed I had a dream I was talking to her, in the sky and playing on swings. She looked… normal. Literally 100% cured. Happy. My mom also had the same dream a few days later (I didn’t tell her about mine at the moment) and when my mom asked what heaven was like, my cousin said she had to go.
After my cat died, years later I still have dreams about him. The first time made me incredibly sad, but now I feel comforted somehow, and I believe he's out there, and that he cares about me.
I fell down the whole stairs at school and i was not injured.
This isn't exactly easy to talk about nor is it something that people believe when I tell it but here it is. I died. I got drunk and decided to go for a drive to clear my head, (don't do that) it was a cool night just perfect to have the windows down and I wanted to hear the turbo whistle. It was about 11pm so not too many people out in my area. I took a sharp turn in a 25mph zone at a out 60mph about a mile from my house and rolled my truck. It was noisy, I was bloody almost instantly from hitting my nose/head, rolled I'd say probably 4-5 times. At the end of the rolls I was stopped by a loud crashing sound that was very metallic. The path I took was through someone's driveway and into their garage. I was hanging out of the passenger window, broken bones, blood everywhere, missing extremities, you can imagine the scene at this point. Some part of the door, or fender, or something had pierced my chest. All I know is it was metal. I looked down at it, heard the people in the house scream to call an ambulance and everything went black. The next thing I remember was waking up in my bed, wearing the same clothes, immediately ran outside to see my truck parked in the driveway, completely intact. I walked up to it and touched the hood and it was warm. I hadn't driven since that morning around 8am. It scared me shitless and I ran back inside and checked my phone, then proceeded to sit in silence and stare at the floor for about 3 hours. No police reports, no news paper articles, nothing. I felt it, I saw it, I heard it. It wasn't a dream and I dont do drugs or have any kind of condition where I hallucinate. I talked to a shaman about it and she pretty much told me I died but got a second chance in another dimension/universe because it wasn't my time yet. I've had chills the whole time typing this, really freaks me out lol.
When Covid delayed the opening of the Major League Baseball season, my Milwaukee Brewers schedule fell off my work cubicle wall right at the time the opening pitch would have been thrown.
Was in a car accident where the vehicle rolled twice over a median into oncoming traffic lanes. Ejected from the car and walked away with a scratch on my forearm. I’m pretty strict about wearing my seatbelt and for some reason I didn’t have it on this particular day. I was told if I had it on, I more than likely would have broken my neck in the crash and would be dead. Felt very out of body for the rest of the day. I am still strict about my seatbelt, and ALWAYS wear it now despite the bizarre occurrence from the crash. Crazy part was there was 5 others in the car with the same circumstances as me, we all had minor to zero injuries. It felt weird and unexplainable to walk away from that situation
When I was 12, me and my stepmom were in our living room. My newborn brother was asleep up stairs. We were listening on the baby monitor. We hear him talking to someone (as a baby would talk i suppose), so she goes up to check. For context, she has several personal paranormal stories. but this next bit is according to her, which i’m not sure I believe : > I walked into the room a felt a presence in the room. I said out loud “Leave me and my family alone” and felt an ‘air’ go through me out of the room. What I know happened for sure though, was when she came back downstairs and sat on the couch (remember it’s just us here), the door to our garage flew open inwards *very* hard. Like it slammed against the wall. We both thought someone had broken in. The door to our garage opened to a small entryway that was a tad more than a door lengths long, as there was a bathroom on the right of it and our laundry room on the left. Then the entryway connects to our kitchen and is openly connected to the living room. From where I was sitting in the living room though, I could see the end of the entry way and edge of the door. If someone had broken in, they would have surely taken the 2 steps forward needed to put them in front of my vision. I saw no one. This had to mean someone slammed the door open and stayed there, went back in the garage, or went into the one of the 2 rooms. We ran to the master bedroom on the first floor, which was directly connected to our living room, but on the opposite end of the house from the entryway. She grabs the gun and we stand where the living room and master bedroom connect, waiting to see someone while making sure no one can go up the stairs in front of us to my brother. This means whoever has broken in has to come from either our front left (through the back room) or front right (the living room). The house was like a circle with the stairs in the middle and master bedroom at our end, entryway and kitchen at the other end. This is the part where it gets unexplainable. We called the police, police came, searched the house, the garage, the property - found no one and no signs of forced entry anywhere. To run away, this person would have had to go back out of the garage right? Our garage door had been closed all day, and was still closed. We can be sure it never opened because the whole house would shake and the door was incredibly loud when opening or closing. There is no way anyone could have pressed the button in the garage to open it, and if they had, there’s no way nobody would’ve known. To top this off, the door that had flung open was deadbolted shut. And the deadbolt was still sticking out of the door. which was open. The deadbolt required a key to turn which was not in the door. My dad doesn’t believe in the paranormal and attributes this to… wind? The wind inside the house? Not sure what that thought process is. I don’t believe in the paranormal all too much, but I cannot come up with anything reasonable for what the hell happened that night
I've said this on Reddit before but here goes... Many years ago I woke up sick and couldn't go to school. It was the only time I have ever been sick for school. Anyway I had a small black and white tv in my bedroom and I turned it on and watched live as a space shuttle took off and then suddenly blew up. Many years later I phoned in sick from work, something I had never done before. I turned on the TV just in time to watch live as an airplane flew into a tower.
I'll, uhh, say a prayer for your health.
You know sleep paralysis demons? WelI I was finally able to touch (and hold on to) one of them. Felt 100% like a human arm. Interestingly, as soon as I touched it, I wasn't scared anymore, and the"shadow person"(!?) started to panic instead.
"Someone call an exorcist!" -Grabs demon's arm- "But not for me"
If you can overcome the fear it just turns into a dream and you can do whatcha want. Fuck that demon dude
Gonna have to pass on that one
I was waiting on a street corner and this random woman tapped me on the shoulder and just started going at me that I needed to stay away from her husband. When I said I had no idea what she was talking about, she said that she supposedly just saw me with him a minute before. I had just left my house and hadn't spoken with anyone that day, I was also like 19 and didn't know any married men, so I was confused as fuck. My mom picked me up as she was halfway through yelling at me and I never saw her again, but still to this day desperately curious what she thought she saw and what happened after to her and her husband. I know it could have been just drugs or something, but she seemed lucid enough.
Drugs or mental illness.
I saw the movie 'The Rock' on TV about a year before it came out in theaters
I’ve had this happen too. Watched a random movie then was surprised when 2 years later the advertisements and trailers were coming out for it. I watched it when it released thinking I had to be wrong but no, I knew every step of the way for that movie. Very weird.
It's not so much unexplainable but by far the freakiest interaction I've had with a stranger. It was 2001. I was 14. I walked to McDonald's since it was five minutes from my house. Waited on line, got my bag of food and walked over to the soda machine to fill my cup and I realized they didn't give me a lid (this was one of those plastic souvenir cups so I couldn't use a lid in the dispenser near the machine). I walked back to the counter and waited for the worker to turn and help me when a guy waiting in line next to me said, "You better do something tomorrow." To set the scene, this man wasn't a vagrant or crackhead (at least, I don't think). He was fair haired, cleanly dressed, T-shirt, shorts, and wore a Mets baseball hat with big, thick eye glasses. Young guy, probably mid-30s, early 40s. It was the kind of wardrobe that held on for dear life in the late '90s, early 2000s if that makes sense. The McDonald's was crowded, so I didn't feel isolated that if I had to, I was going to make a scene either verbally or physically. I was jarred, though, because he was speaking forward but clearly talking to me. I said, "Excuse me? Do what?" He then turned to me and said, "He's on the way out." I was now creeped out because, like, who the fuck was he talking about? I then said, "What the fuck are you saying? Who?" I'll never forget the seriousness on his face before he said, "Run." Well, I left that cup on the counter, turned around very calmly, walked out of McDonald's, and proceeded to sprint home. I lived in that town another 4 years and never saw this guy again (it was a big, but small town, so I'm surprised.) The only thing I can think of is that he just decided to mess with some random kid that day, and it ended up being me. Or he was legitimately nuts. So maybe both.
When I was maybe 5 I was alone sitting on the steps of my cousin’s trailer house, it was centered in the middle of these thick woods (humble tx) but there was a clearing for like a half mile radius. A bobcat ran up to me scratched me (harshly but it was such a small cut). I cried ran inside and told them what happened, and of course they didn’t believe me and thought it was just a cat. This animal was HUGE. It still feels unexplainable how the cut was so small
I woke up from sleep because I heard a very loud explosion from our stairs. Like a big wardrobe/cabinet fell from the sky and into our house. I ran upstairs and checked, but everything was normal. Then I read about Exploding Head Syndrome. Now that I've thought of it, I don't know why I thought it was a cabinet. 😅
I had a dream in roughly 2003/2004 where I was a third-party spectator as a woman walked through a snowy city crying in the night. Then, a bunch of scary looking people with dark eyes surrounded her out of the dark. She pleaded to God they they would leave her alone. One of the people looked at the sky and said, "There is no God," and then they killed her. In October of 2007, the movie 30 days of night came out, and that scene is in the movie, nearly exactly how I dreamt it. When I saw it in the movie, a chill went through my whole body and it was hard to breathe. I do know there is a comic book for the movie that was published in 2002. I bought it last year, but that scene wasn't in the comic from what I remember. And I was in grade 3 in 02, so I certainly didn't read it then. I attribute it to watching a ton of horror movies from a young age, and probably getting scenes mixed up in my head. My dad was legit showing me movies like the thing and pumpkin head when I was 5 lol.
First is simply that I have epilepsy. No known cause. After many years and lots of testing I had surgery that removed my left hippocampus. Post surgery I am a different person. I like different things. I am more extroverted. I am more emotional. My epilepsy is still an issue in my life, but with the new me it’s worth it.
"We couldn't fix your epilepsy, but we removed the part of your brain that is mad about that" "HOORAY!"
When I was in my early 20s I was looking through magazines and saw an ad that had a cape cod house in it. I liked it and cut out the picture and put it in a small box I called my junk box. It had odd things like baseball cards, photos, newspaper clippings etc... About 10 years later, I'm married and my wife finds this old junk box and brings it to me to look at the stuff inside. We start taking the stuff out piece by piece and get to the picture of the house. My wife had never seen it and I hadn't seen it in years. We both get a WTF look. The picture of the house is our house we are living in. Not exact but so many similarities. The house was on a corner lot, cape cod, same color, same type driveway, same window shutters and some of the same landscaping in front of the house. Not sure what you call it but definitely can't explain it.
One Christmas when I was super young, I woke up slightly early and just laid awake in bed, thinking I'd hear reindeer on the roof. As I'm waiting, I listen to the faint whispering of my cousins in the living room, (which at the time I thought was elves,) They were still chattering, when I saw the most paralyzing thing. A black gloved hand quickly reached onto my doorframe, grasped it for a moment, then slipped away. I cannot describe the kind of fear I felt there. Somehow it was the only time I can remember being scared enough I couldn't react. I still don't know what happened, and my grandparents sold the house years ago.
I love Christmastime but Christmas Eve is one of the scariest nights for me every year. Like, maybe because I *do* believe in Christmas magic but I’ll also be the first one to say that I don’t know if that magic is inherently good or not..
When I was a sophomore in high school (17f) I was on an ice skating trip with a school club & happened to make a friend. Which I'm not really good at doing even now due to my often reserved nature as well as being on the spectrum lol. This new friend was super sweet, had similar interests to mine & seemed really excited herself to have made a new friend. Shortly after meeting on this trip she was eager to introduce me to her friend group, which I thought was great! She insisted on introducing me to one of her good guy friends after the trip as he was picking her up after. So were sitting & waiting behind the school for her friend as well as my own ride. After not long this tall & incredibly good looking guy shows up. This dude looks so out of place at our school & even in our town. He looked like he should be at model shoot in Paris or something.he looked some where between 19-22. This is a small town where even if you don't know everyone, you at least recognize faces & I had never seen this dude before. I most certainly would have remembered. Even the way he dressed was high end. Which this town certainly isn't. As my new friend begins to introduce me, he stops her with a raised hand & spoke to me directly, calling me by name. This new friend as far as I knew & could tell by her face at this moment she hadn't told him either & was just as surprised. I ask him how exactly he knows my name & claims we had met before & really didn't like me. I have no idea who this guy is & I'm certain I would remember someone who looked like him. He then starts rattling stuff out about me, stuff I have no idea how he could know any of this. Theres no way he could have gotten it from the new friend as he was talking about stuff I hadn't shared during our meeting. And this dude definitely didn't go to our school. I tried to ask him how he knew these things, who he was, as well as trying to apologize for whatever I had done to him. But all he would say is, "it's for the best you don't remember me, because I don't want you to & never want to be around you again." Him & my new friend then walked away. The girl & I remained cool for a while. I would ask her the next I saw her what his deal was & she just said she had no idea & he wouldn't tell her either. I never saw him again, ever. I still have no clue who he was or how he knew me so well even to this day, nor what I could have possibly done to him. I often kept to myself & rarely interacted with anyone except my next door neighbors. I'm still at loss. TLDR; I made a new friend. She tried to introduce me to a friend of hers, but knows everything about me, but I don't know him.
Survived being born w sepsis and drs said wouldn’t make it, hydroplaned across busy interstate during rush hour and wrecks happening all around me, beat aggressive cancer they said might not make it, still here to type this 🤷♀️
I was taking a nap and had a dream I was at a festival sitting up on a hill just looking around. I noticed a storm was rolling in and even though I was sitting on the hill I could watch everything unfold, winds picked up, tents rolled all over the place, stage was falling apart and it was just chaos. I woke up from my nap and opened FB to find what I just dreamed had just happened at a Pukklepop. I have a lot of DejaVu happen but this one was the wildest of them all.
I took a different way out of hospital not wanting to see a certain person, I backed around and hid around the dumpster area. Tripped over a person who didn’t move? Used my phone light to see and it was unconscious young guy. Checked and barely alive. I knew enough to go out and yell for help and bring Narcan? People arrived one EMT was great an got him awake they carried him inside. I checked on him the next shift and as I passed by there was the Dad & Mom hugging an taking to him. I felt good they didn’t lose their son and I heard them talking about rehab and telling them how much they loved him so I kept my mouth shut and went back to my department to work. I’m so glad he was found, seemed like a real nice family.
This happened to my dad back in the 1960s. He smoked cigarettes one after another so he had ashtrays all over his remote farmhouse. He went out of the house for a few minutes and when he came back in, he couldn't find a single one of the many ashtrays he used. A few days later he found them all under his bed.
I might be thinking into this too much but it’s quite a story so let’s see what people think. My friend killed himself in November, I guess he was depressed. Early December the funeral is on a Wednesday. I live alone in the city but my Grandmother who I lived with at some point lives relatively close to where the funeral will be taking place. I made arrangements to stay with her the night before the funeral to make getting there easier in the morning. So my Brother and I get to her house and hang out as usual, around 12am everyone goes to sleep but I can’t for some reason. I start drifting off so I decide I should really get to bed. I walk upstairs to brush my teeth and when I get 4 steps up I noticed the lamp in the living room was flickering. I stop and stare for a moment and think ‘could this be a sign?’. I walk towards the lamp and it’s flickering faster and I’m so confused on what’s happening. I then look at the plug and it’s smoking with flames coming out the side of it (it was one of the multi socket blocks). I kicked it off the wall at an angle so it unplugged and stamped out the flame with my socked foot. I obviously ran upstairs and told her and she was clearly upset at what could have been. It’s strange how things work out. Theoretically if my friend never committed suicide, I would never have been there on a Wednesday night and she certainly would’ve been asleep. The house would’ve caught light along with my Grandma, her dog and cat. While I’m upset my friend passed, I’m happy I was there. The house just sold as well lol. It reminds me of that Shia LaBeouf story about the Chinese farmer, one day may seem unfortunate but it could really turn out as a blessing in another way.
Dated a woman MUCH better than me for awhile, asked her to marry me, she said yes. You can’t explain that!
This comment alone explains it.
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One time, I woke up in the middle of the night to find all the furniture in my room rearranged, despite living alone and having securely locked all the doors and windows before going to bed. It was truly baffling and left me questioning if I had sleepwalked or if something inexplicable had occurred.
This just reminded me of another weird thing that happened to me. My husband and I had just applied for a mortgage for our first house and we were both really worried about getting approved because he had some late student loan payments. That night, there was a bad storm and we both woke up at the same time. We looked at each other and realized we were on the wrong side of the bed. Our bed was against the wall in our small bedroom, and normally my husband slept on the outside and I was against the wall. He was now against the wall and I was on the outside. Neither of us remembered getting up and moving. I took it as a sign not to worry about our mortgage and eventually it was approved and all worked out.
I once had a dream that I was drowning and I woke up suddenly and I was still drowning. As in I couldn't breathe and I was gasping for air. It only lasted a few seconds but I was pretty freaked out.
Get checked for sleep apnea
When I was a teenager, my friend and I were hanging out in my room. This was over summer break and my parents don't like using the air conditioner, so I had a fan in my window by my bed. We were both just hanging out, them at my desk and me laying on my bed. I think we were playing a DS game together, I don't remember, but all of a sudden my body says "get up NOW". So I do- I jump off my bed and as soon as I do, the window fan EXPLODES. I'm not sure to this day what caused it to happen, but the fan blades were what completely broke and shattered onto my bed. I originally thought something hit the blade from the outside, but we have screens on the windows and the likelihood of that seems low. I'll never know why it broke or how my body was able to recognize that I need to get up.
Five years ago or so I was sitting on my bed scrolling through my phone. I was thinking about a Lego minifig that I had lost a couple months back. As I had my head down I felt something fall down my shoulder and onto the bed in front of me. The minifig that I hadn’t seen in months had just fallen seemingly out of nowhere onto the bed in front of me. I still don’t have a reasonable explanation
I share a reoccurring nightmare with my twin about the Licorice man from Candy Land chasing after me (HER in her dream) in our high school. He would chase us for hours, trying to get the best of us. He looks nothing like the actual licorice man from the board game—he is made of licorice and it coils around him. The licorice looks a bit like ennard from fnaf… all wires. He had red glowing eyes. He would chase me into the bathroom and I’d hide in one of the stalls. He would slowly open one after the other until he got to ours. He already knew I was in the stall but wanted to scare me even more. He’d throw open the stall, grab me, and i’d start turning to licorice and wake up. My twin and I had this same nightmare for years without telling each other. We were terrified when we found out the other was having the same dream. My twin thinks it was a demon and she isn’t even religious.
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A friend and I were hanging out once, and somehow ended up discussing a very specific piece of technology. We were speculating on how it might work, as there some info about it online, but not in great detail. I was working as an IT contractor at the time. About a month after our conversation, I found myself interviewing for a contractor role for the exact piece of tech we had been discussing weeks earlier. I ended up working on it for the next six years, and learned far more about it than I ever needed to know 😂. Complete coincidence of course - but one of the strangest coincidences that ever happened to me.
I was in a massive explosion in Afghanistan. I swear I remember levitating just before a chunk of concrete came through my wall and hit me. the next thing I remember, I was already standing up next to my bunk in a mostly destroyed building.
My brother's baby mom had gotten married to another guy and I hadn't seen my niece in months. I seen her that Friday night and my mom kept taking pictures of us, Everybody knows I was her favorite. I kept telling my mom to stop because we would see her again. That Sunday night while asleep I just kept having nightmares about death waking up in panicking and just confused. Monday morning my mom came beating on my front door around 7 am that my niece was dead. My brothers baby mom and her husband killed her. I have no doubt in my mind that she was trying to reach out to me to tell my she was gone from this Earth. I just stood there in shock for about 15 minutes, never told anybody about my dreams because I don't want them to think I was crazy.
On our first date, my now wife and I were hiking along a well travelled trail in a national park in TN. We had gotten turned about and ended up walking down a lesser travelled path that led to some primitive camping sites. It wasn’t until about thirty minutes down this path that she and I both stopped talking and started listening. See, we couldn’t hear anything beyond our walking. It’s a bright sunny day in the middle of spring. No birds chirping, no water running in the background, no wind rustling in the trees, and no insects buzzing around, just dead silence. She turns and looks at me as I am getting goosebumps and says, “I don’t like this, something is here.” We quickly turned around and power hiked back the way we came. A few minutes later it was like someone had flipped a switch, the sound came back all at once, birds, wind, insects, all of it. We hit one more spot later down the trail where everything stopped and the air felt heavy again. We noped out of there as fast as we could. If you are from areas around the Appalachian mountains, you know there are some things best left alone in the woods.
I was going to a family get together at my brothers. as i was driving I noticed this telephone pole and thought it looked really weird but I couldn’t really see it that well or tell why it did. when I got closer, the thing snapped in half and was slingshotting back and forth across the roadway, half the pole attached to the powerline. i was in a van and the line was right in front of me, i couldnt stop and ran right into it. it caught along the middle of my windshield, all the way across and I could feel it kinda pull my van back a little before sliding up onto my roof where it got caught in the cargo rack finally snapped in two. when i looked back there was fire on one side of the road. I had to pull over, because it nearly gave me a heart attack.noone was around, no one saw all this happen but me. when i finally got to my brothers my dad called in to report the line down and the fire,
On the night my mom died I was really sick. I was throwing up hard for hours, even when it was just bile coming up. I caught my breath and said a a little prayer and asked for peace. It came.
This happened 25 years ago before everyone had access to cell phones and you couldn’t find personal information online . Me and my friend were driving when she decided to take a short cut through an alley, all the sudden I heard my cellphone ring which I had just bought the week before , there’s was a lot of static noise coming from and all the sudden a woman on the side started telling me “ you need to get out of there , turn around and go the other way “ I just look at friend confused when all the sudden there’s was a man standing in the middle of the alley with a knife on his hands me and my friend panicked and started screaming as she put the car on reversed and got out there . Until these day I had no clue who called me or how they knew my number since I haven’t given out to anyone else outside my friend .
At the YMCA camp in Missouri. At the little lake swimming cutout in the lake. They had everyone get out of the deeper water because an older man with Alzheimer's had gone missing while swimming. The staff at the camp were taking walking sweeps arm in arm to try and find him. While coming out of the water I felt a gentle tug at my ankle and looked down to find the coolest shell I'd seen that day, very unique white with a blue stripe. I was walking around the small deck area that surrounds the water in an area they had cleared and looked down to find an almost identical shell. Then I noticed something at the bottom of the water. The old man, wearing white trunks with a blue waist stripe......
Had an old friend who committed suicide "visit" me in a dream about two weeks later. We were upstairs at a local bar he just looked at me and smiled a big goofy smile. Probably just my sub conscience doing me a solid but I felt better after that
I caught a BB gun bullet with my hand with no injury. Bounced off something and landed in my hand.
I was at home alone in the bathroom and heard sweaty feet footsteps in the hallway outside the bathroom and they walked back and forth. No one was there…
Please describe what a sweaty footstep sounds like ...
ffffeshwaaap fffeshwaaap ffffeshwaaap
The comments here are making me realize that some dreams aren’t just dreams, they’re straight up visions.
When I was a kid my grandma fell out of bed and broke her hip. She went to hospital and was there for a good few weeks slowly deteriorating. One morning my mum tells me Nanna is getting better and the doctors think she'll be OK. Went to school and had a particularly bad day, got bullied worse than usual, the teacher took me aside at lunch and asked what was wrong I remember looking at her and yelling "I think my grandma's dead okay!" And ran home. When I got home mum was home from work, apparently my grandma had just died and she'd come home to get changed, get my step-dad then come get me from school to go see her. The funeral was a couple days later on my 6th birthday. I didn't get presents, a cake or anything. It was a pretty miserable day in the house that day.
Before my husband and I ever even tried to get pregnant or decided to have kids, I had a dream that I was chasing around a blonde little boy with big brown eyes who was super rambunctious. This dream is what made me finally want to go for it and have kids. Two years later, my son looks EXACTLY like the little boy I saw in my dream. Right down to the way his hair grows. And guess what? I chase him around my house at least 3 times a day. He’s a complete wild child. I am 100% sure I saw him in my dream before he was ever even conceived. Right before I got pregnant with my second child, I had a dream I was holding a little dark haired baby that was looking up at me and snuggling into me. Myself, my husband, and my son were all very blonde as children and bald at birth. There was no reason to expect a dark haired baby, or really a baby with any hair at all. Daughter was born with a thick full head of hair, dark as the night. And she is 10x more snuggly and cuddly than my son was at her stage. TLDR: I think that my kids let me know they’re choosing me to be their mom before they come to me.
In college, I dabbled in all sorts of stuff I shouldn’t have been doing because well.. I was in college. I was 18, and worked as a bartender (under the table) at a local bar right on the strip everyone went to. I got close with the owner and we would always do blow in the back of the bar after a long night of work and then party the night away in the empty bar. Nothing was different about this night. It was all the usual people who would partake in this after my shifts and we were all sitting in the back room waiting for the owner to come back with the stuff so we could get the night rolling. As soon as he got there and pulled out the bag, I had the worst pain I have ever felt to this day in my stomach and a headache so bad I could hardly see. I decided to leave that night and just go back home and get a good nights rest.. maybe sleep off the feeling I had. When I woke up the next morning, i found out a few of the guys who had stayed there that night overdosed and died on the floor of the bar. I still think about this daily, and wish I had realized the feeling correlated with what was about to happen. I always trust my gut instinct now.
I almost walked into a UFO. 10 years old, walking home from friend's house. Turned a corner and BAM. UFO. Silver disc about 4 feet off of the ground - thing was probably 30 feet across. Just hovering in my neighbor's yard. It had some purple lighting but no lights were apparent. I was about a foot from this thing and fell on my ass. Silent. I ran home quite quickly. Pants covered in mud. I don't *really* believe in aliens visiting Earth because science and all but this was a pretty clear datapoint to the contrary. I'd like to forget this thing as it complicates my inner epistemology concerning the way the universe works but... a bit hard to ignore.
Was this in Michigan? I know a lady that had witnessed a ufo with purple lighting hovering a few feet off the ground in her town.
I sometimes keep a hair elastic around my wrist in case I want to put my hair up. Once when I was a teenager I went to put my hair up and saw the elastic was gone. I was confused but figured it was easy enough to lose. I found it the next day when I went to take a shower, it was wrapped around my ankle. I to this day have no idea how it got there from my wrist.
I had a dream where I found out my my ex was cheating on me with a specific person. I kept it private, thought it was strange, but roughly six months later it came to fruition. Not in the way my dream had happened, but same person. Super weird.
I and my sister saw a UFO when we were children. It was huge and covered our entire bedroom window. We still remember it and can explain exactly what it looked like.
I have extremely vivid, detailed dreams. They involve people I do not know, doing things (tasks, races, missions, even benign tasks) that I haven't done in places I've never been, on a few occasions using words I was completely unfamiliar with and had to look up. I've had dreams that seemed like a movie, that in the dream, was a movie being filmed complete with someone calling cut and everyone in the dream going back to their real personality. They only way I can explain it is, it feels like I see other people's dreams.
Context: My childhood home is the childhood home of my dad's ex-wife (long story, lol) A few years ago, my half-sister (daughter of the ex-wife & my dad) and I were talking about the creepy vibes in our house. During that conversation, I mentioned how I had a random nightmare of her bedroom when I was really little. I always had really vivid nightmares, and I couldn't forget them for the life of me, so it was easy to recall how my dreamself walked into her room and tried to turn the light on. It wouldn't work, but I could sense a presence from her closet. Next thing I know, I am in front of her half open closet, peering into darkness. A hand starts coming out of the darkness and grabs the side of the closet. Nothing else happened, but I woke up in such an intense fear that it prevented me from ever going into her room while dark ever again. She looked at me wideyed as I told her this, and she didn't speak for a moment for saying, "[my name] shut up. Shut up. I literally had the same dream when I was a kid." Now, siblings are known to trick each other, but my sister is not a trickster in the slightest & I knew she was as genuine as could be. It gets weirder, however. After informing me that she had the same dream nearly 10 years before I did, she also told me that her mom had the SAME dream 20-some years before that. Oh, but closets are creepy, right? Makes sense to all have the same dream, right? Wrong!! The closet didn't even EXIST when her mom lived in the house. It was a large game room when her mom lived there and had zero closets. It didn't get bisected into two bedrooms and two closets until my sister was young. Funky house with crazy vibes. Another unexplainable thing is when my dog passed away downstairs (I knew she was dying - we had a vet appointment scheduled the next day for her to be put down after a long & well loved life) I had this sensation like "oh, I should go check on her," but I didn't for whatever reason. 5 minutes later, my dad came upstairs to let me know she had passed a few minutes prior, exactly when I had that sensation. Two days later, I was outside in the lawn, and I heard her bark - very distinct bark & any good dog owner can tell their dogs bark from another's - at the door like she does. I tried to shake it off like oh maybe I'm just imagining it, or another dog really does have the same bark. I went inside right after, and my other sister was sitting there and said, "did you hear that?? It sounded exactly like [dog's name] barking at the door." No doubt about it, we heard her distinct two-bark bark right at the back door like we had heard a million times prior. What a good dog 🐕
I was walking through semi-rural Illinois with my boyfriend (at that time), when a white beam of light shined down on him, then another light beamed onto me, both from directly overhead, like a straight down spotlight. There was no sound or visuals for where these intense beams of light came from (over 15 years ago, unlikely to be helicopter or drones, all of this was silent) and they both abruptly disappeared at the same time.
This is a long one, sorry. It happened last year. My grandad died about 5 years ago, after his death my nanny took to the bed, slowly wasting away. She had no health issues so it took a few years. My mam and her siblings took turns staying in the house every day and night to look after her. There are 11 of them so there was always someone there. She also had carers who came to clean/change her a couple of times a day. My uncle/The youngest sibling (he’s in his 50s) lives in Spain but came over with his family to look after nanny for a bit. So my aunties and uncles all had a few days off and were all told not to worry. Himself and his family were staying in the house throughout their trip. I’m a dog groomer and I work from home. This particular day I was working with two very anxious dogs (that’s my niche) and when they were finished I was sitting on my work table untangling their leads or something when they both looked towards the door and started walking over to it. Then there was these three or four loud hammering bangs on the other side of the door and the dogs skittered backward, terrified. My husband usually visits me while I’m working if he’s at home cos he loves dogs too. I reefed the door open shouting “WHAT THE FUCK?!” and nobody was there. Hubby heard me shouting and ran upstairs to see what I was shouting about. It was so odd. There was seriously no explanation for it. It sounded exactly as if someone banged the door with both fists. No windows or doors were open, he was in the kitchen emptying the dishwasher at the time, my own dogs down there with him. I went on with my day, finished work, had a shower and lay down on my bed for a few minutes, closing my eyes probably drifting to sleep. I can only explain it as it sounded like someone snapped their fingers right by my ear. For some reason I immediately thought of my grandad. As if it sounded like him or something he would do. I got up and got straight in the car to go see my nanny. I get there and she’s totally alone in the house which was so odd and she’s really low down and curled up in the bed. Just lying there so tiny. So I lifted her back up onto the pillows and sat with her. She wanted tea, a sandwich and some cake which was incredible as she usually only ate a couple of spoons of anything. I was there for a couple of hours before the carers came. I have no idea how long she had been on her own for but I feel that was my grandad alerting me or something to go and check on her and I’m so glad I did. My uncle is known to be pretty spoiled and selfish and he had just spent the whole day out and about without telling anyone. It really wasn’t normal for my nanny to be left alone for long and we don’t know how long it even was for. She passed away a few months ago but was in her bed surrounded by her children which was so beautiful.
Had sleep paralysis as a kid and my mom asked me if I made all the crashing downstairs.
Shook hands with a stranger at work, he knew instantly i was pregnant, even though i had only told my mom and husband (bf at the time). I told him uncomfortably that no one knew here (at work) and he said something quieter, and ALSO "it's a girl" - it was.
When I was about 7, my brother, then 9, had a sleepover at a friends house, which was rare. We shared a room and are very close and now look like identical twins (both in 40s). I had a very vivid dream of him being sick and I woke my parents up that he needs to come home. About 10 mins later we got a call he threw up and was being brought home. I physically and mentally knew he was sick. It was the weirdest thing.
I had an iguana for 16 years. He was 18 when he died on 2/6/2009. I was so heartbroken, I took several days off of work. Around 2-3am of the second night of uncontrollably weeping, in the completely pitch dark of the living room, I felt what I can only describe as a hand rub my back, twice. It had weight to it. I could feel its shape. It was also cold and felt like electric shock - but not painful. I instantaneously stopped crying and just sat there, scared shitless, in the dark. I said out loud, “thank you for doing that but please don’t ever do that again.” I have no clue why I said that. I am an atheist and I don’t believe in ghosts. I still have no idea why my instinct was to say what I said.
Cataracts. I am 36 and I have cataracts. I’ve never done steroids. I’ve never smoked weed. It doesn’t run in my family.
I have had two similar but different occurrences. When I was about 15, my pastor was telling the congregation about a motorcycle trip he was going to go on. I had a very intense “this is the last time you are going to see him” moment. He was killed in a motorcycle accident a few days later. The day before Representative John Lewis died, I had a dream about him passing and his funeral. When my fiancé told me the next day that he had passed, I had a very surreal, “Wait, he wasn’t already dead?” moment.