Have you ever heard a story so strange that it left you wondering how to make sense of it all? We’ve collected those tales – the kind that defies explanation. From spooky encounters that make your hair stand on end to bizarre coincidences that’ll make you go, “No way!” – we’ve got it all. These mind-bending narratives will take you on a rollercoaster of emotions, leaving you both amazed and perplexed. So, are you ready to explore the unexplainable?
One morning I woke up and noticed my camera was on top of the sofa opposite my bed. I knew I didn’t put it there because it was a very expensive camera and it could very easily fall from this place. I had placed it in my cabinet. I went over, picked it up, and turned it on and clicked the button to view photos. There were hundreds of photos of me sleeping, all seemingly taken from the back of the sofa. I was literally so freaked out, I couldn’t stop crying. I lived alone. It was just photo after photo of me sleeping. The photos were taken in “quick snap”, where the camera takes approx one photo per second. I later realised the camera didn’t even have a “quick snap” setting so technically it was impossible for the camera to take the photos at all. The time stamps suggest all photos were taken between 2 and 3 am. I’ve never figured out wtf happened, how the camera got to the sofa, or how it is even possible for a camera with no quick snap to quick snap, but I still have a USB with the photos on it and it still freaks me the f*ck out.
I was driving across the US and drove into Salt Lake City. For whatever reason, I got a craving for IHOP, so I punched it into Google Maps and followed the directions to a spot in the middle of town.
I walk in, and the place is….empty.
I don’t mean like there were no customers. I mean there is literally not a person in the place. No wait staff, no customers, no cooks. Nobody. There was partially eaten food on all the tables. Bags and purses in the booths. TVs on everywhere. Burgers on the grill slowly burning. And there wasn’t a soul in the place like they all just vanished at once.
I was so freaked out I hopped in my car and drove until I hit the Nevada border before stopping to eat. Still have no idea what the F happened.
I used to fence (the sport, not stolen goods). I was at a tournament and had just started a bout against a competitor. You win the bout by being the first to 5 points. I score what I believe to be the first point, but the official indicates the match is over and I’ve won. I stood there confused for a second, but my opponent seems to agree and saluted and approaches for a handshake, so I go along with it. I check the scorecard and it says I’ve won 5-2. Totally lost probably 4 or 5 minutes of time. Hasn’t happened since to the best of my knowledge, but it’s been 20 years and I still wonder what happened.
My friend once showed up in a panic at my old house, where I lived with my (now) ex. She was really worried asking if we were alright and what happened. We couldn’t figure out what she meant, we’d just been at home that day.
She showed us her phone. On her calls, were 3 missed calls and a voicemail from my phone number, an hour before. The voicemail was mostly garbled shouting and crying, but it definitely sounded like my voice, then my ex telling me to calm down, then me crying again.
My phone had no record of the calls or the voicemail. We hadn’t argued or yelled. I hadn’t cried.
We still don’t know what happened, but it was weird as heck.
When I was in college, a drunk dude fell from a 3rd-floor balcony and got up and walked away like it was nothing. Seriously one of the weirdest/freakish things I’ve ever seen in my life.
I had recently watched an early episode of criminal minds where an arsonist would lock people in their homes before lighting the house on fire. For whatever reason it kinda got to me. A night or two later I woke up out of a dead sleep and couldn’t get that episode out of my mind so I finally decided to just get up and check the front door. I swear I could not open the door. Unlocked it, but it was totally stuck. I woke up my husband because I was so freaked out. He also tried and couldn’t get the door open, and he’s a big guy! I ended up climbing out a window so I could push the door from the outside while he pulled from the inside. We finally got it open. I didn’t watch criminal minds for a long time after that.
I hit a patch of black ice in the dark going 60mph down the highway. At the time, I drove a 1-ton cargo van. It hit the guard rail and flipped. Not only did I walk away without a scratch, the car was drivable and I was only 30 min late to work.
Driving with the hubby and I see a bunch of bikers having a cookout. Out of the blue and I don’t know why I said this, ” People look down on bikers but I bet if the house across the street catches fire this men would run into it to save the little old lady” and I pointed to the house.
That was the first time I’d ever driven down that street. We just moved to the neighborhood. My husband and weren’t even talking just listening to music.
That night at 2 am that house that I pointed to burned down and an elderly woman died.
P.S:
I am not psychic just amazingly good at reading scenes in front of me. Mall k*dnappings of kids were big when I was a toddler. My mom was terrified that I would be k*dnapped and before I could even remember this she always made me describe my surroundings to her.
my husband’s “stop it” comment was him telling me to stop freaking him out. I’ve weirded him out with my “predictions ” in the past.
Time slipped by my friend and I one day. We got a contract in another town and drove out daily for 2 weeks. It was 1 hour to get there and 1 hour back but one day it took us 3 hours to get back to town. My friend realized something was wrong when his wife called him up asking why he turned his phone off and why he was so late. We left a little before 2 pm and the call came almost at 5 pm.
To this day we can’t explain it, and to further complicate matters we both have receipts from a gas station we stopped at just before we got on the highway that is time stamped a bit after 2 pm. My theory is that the aliens took us for 2 hours but who the heck knows?
I worked at a group home when I was in college. One day I was too tired to go home so I told the night staff I will sleep in the guest bedroom and leave in the morning. I eat my dinner then go to sleep. I suddenly woke up at 3:30 am. Something woke me up and hard. I look around, something doesn’t feel right. So I woke up and walked to the kitchen. I find the night staff asleep on the couch. I see that the fridge door is open.
When I walked around to the kitchen, I find one of our nonverbal residents on the ground …. choking! The dude had already started turning blue. He had extreme food-seeking behavior. He went into the fridge and grabbed bread and made it into a ball and swallowed it. I shouted to the night staff to initiate 911 and started Heimlich. The dude goes unconscious, can’t get the bread out with my finger. Force chest compressions and just like that he coughed out the lump of bread.
He went to the hospital night staff got fired and investigated. I just shudder to think if I wasn’t there if I had gone home… and what woke me up at the exact time this dude went into the kitchen. Even ten minutes late he would have died right there on the floor. I remember waking up like someone had shaken me hard!
I’m a firefighter and we got a call for an overdose around 3 am in a rough part of our district in the middle of winter. Unfortunately, the patient was long gone and her dealer or whatever found her like that when he dropped some stuff. As we were packing up our stuff mind you this is an absolutely trashed mobile home, I hear something down the hall that said “Lights?” I ask my partner if he said anything as it was just him and I cleaning up he said no. I walk to the far end of the trailer where I heard it and shine my flashlight I get a reflection out of the window. They have a small tool shed and it had a flickering light, it piqued my interest so my partner and I go out there. We hear crying and notice the door is padlocked. We cut it, and this little six-year-old girl was in there. She said her mom puts her in there when she gets mad at her. She said she got scared when she heard the sirens and didn’t know what to do. To this day I have no idea what happened or where the voice came from, but I’ll take the win on it.
My partner and I took her to the children’s hospital closest to us and we wrote our report and ate chips and a sandwich we took from the lounge while they called a social worker. She was a really sweet girl, the voice was not a little girl’s voice I 100% thought it was my partner since it sounded like a guy.
Both of my lungs collapsed at the same time (almost over 50% collapsed) and I was walking around like I was perfectly normal. Until I decided to go to the ER for bubble sounds in my chest. None of the doctors could figure out why this had happened to me. They didn’t know how I was just up and walking around and laughing.
I worked at a coffee shop and lived a few blocks away, so I normally just walked to work. Takes no more than 10-15 minutes tops and I like to get there early so I can chill and have a coffee before my shift starts so I left home 45 minutes early, looked at the clock before heading out and it was 2:00.
Walked in the door to my manager asking me why the heck I was late. Looked at the clock and it was 3:00. There’s no way it’s even humanly possible to turn a 10 min, 5-block walk into an hour. Like I have no idea. I even checked my clocks at home after work, none were off or broken, and it never happened again.
A cool one that is explained by sheer unbelievable coincidence is that I phoned a friend so I hadn’t spoken to in at least 3 years and it went to voicemail. After I left a voicemail I saw I had a voicemail notification. It was a voicemail from the person who I just called. The weirdest part is that we must have called each other at exactly the same moment otherwise it would have done the call-waiting thing instead of sending it to voicemail. We immediately called each other back and tripped out about how weird that was.
So this still baffles me but when I was a kid we had moved into a new house and while the realtor was showing us around the house I saw a lady sitting at a white dresser in a pink room and she even waved at me but when I asked my mom who that was she just brushed me off because she was trying to listen to the realtor. The weird thing is that there were no rooms painted pink in the house and my family just played it off despite me being adamant of what I saw. Anyway fast forward a few years and I’m in high school at this point we start renovating the house and while stripping the wallpaper in the master bedroom we found out it was painted pink at some point. Still low-key freaks me out.
So, one night I had a dream that I was working out in the gym that I regularly go to. In the dream, I was in the normal spot where I work out, exercising, when all of a sudden, the lights in the gym go out. All the TV screens go off. Can’t see anything but, in the dream, it feels like some sort of smoke is filling up the gym and I can hear and barely see people panicking, running to the exit. Feels like maybe it’s a terrorist attack? I start running, trying to get to the exit, and it’s getting harder and harder to breathe. Just as I’m kind of hyperventilating and succumbing to the toxic smoke… I jolt awake. A very intense dream that stuck with me.
A week later, in real, actual life, I’m working out in my gym… and boom, the lights and TV screens go out. It was this incredibly surreal moment where I actually thought I was dreaming again. I stood there stunned for a moment before realizing that the power just went out due to a thunderstorm. It came back on about 5 minutes later. I told a gym employee nearby that I dreamt about this! She laughed politely and probably thought I was insane. Really strange.
My dad owned a small garden shop, so I’d stay behind the checkout after school till the shop closed. This was until I see a tall man wearing all black, like a trench coat, walking past my dad and smiling at me before going into a staff-only area. I jump up to stop him, even though I was 7. This back area is filled with new shipments. I turn the corner but nobody is there. There was nowhere he could’ve gone. I ask my dad to check the CCTV after closing, but it’s only shown me jumping up and running, and running out of frame. Weird stuff never felt comfortable there again.
I have a vivid memory of being at the Statue of Liberty as a child, on my dad’s shoulders and seeing the skyline of NYC. I remember what we ate for lunch that day, etc. I remember the ferry we took. I’ve always thought about this memory and talked about it, but my family denies I ever went to NYC. I didn’t go for the first time until I was 23, but strangely enough, when I went, I remembered everything just how it had been when I was there with my dad.
So when I was a kid, I slept with my bedroom door open because my cat liked to cuddle me. Our hallway was just a round hallway, and I could see the bathroom door and my parent’s bedroom door (though it was dark, it was in view). I also slept with my lights only dimmed.
One night, I can’t sleep for some reason. I for some reason call out for my mom, and I see her standing near my doorway, kind of turned away from me with her hand on her face and her hair draping. I know it’s her because she slept in a big purple t-shirt that night, but she’s completely still. Static. Mind you, I’m wide freaking awake. I might have been watching TV before this (3 am Disney channel, probably). When I call out to her, she doesn’t move at all.
Blink. She’s gone.
I start freaking out and calling out to her for real, and that’s when I hear their door open and close and my mom rushes to my aid. I think she either slept with me all night or I stayed up all night watching TV to pacify myself.
I started sleeping with my door closed out of that and I don’t look too carefully in darkness.
When I was a kid, my mom and I were sitting at a red light. The car in front of us went on red while the other side was turning. The car T-boned a vehicle that had a boat on their trailer. The boat flew off the trailer and was heading straight towards our car. It was going to crash straight through our windshield. My mom screamed at me to bend forward as far as I could so it wouldn’t decapitate me.
At the very last second, the boat turned left and scrapped the side of our car. It turned so abruptly…like a big invisible hand just turned it for us. Wind could be said…but there was no wind. Just a gorgeous day when a boat should have killed or very seriously maimed us and turned at the last second out of nowhere.
On May 22 of 2011, Joplin MO was hit by an EF5-rated multiple-vortex tornado. it reached approximately one mile across, up to 200 mph winds, 2.8 billion dollars in damage, 161 dead, and over a thousand more injured, making it the 7th deadliest tornado in U.S. history and the costliest the country has ever seen.
“Yet from within the whirl of death during the disaster, there come strange reports of ethereal beings that came forward from some unknown place to reportedly help those in need, and which have come to be called The Butterfly People of Joplin.”
A 2 1/2-year-old girl in a car that was blown over said the Butterfly People were in the car with her and her father. A young boy was riding in a truck with his dad when a car came hurling at them. The boy said that two Butterfly People blocked the car so it couldn’t hit them. A girl and her mom who took refuge in a ditch were protected by the rainbow wings of the Butterfly people. a 5-year-old caught out in the open in the tornado said three glowing figures with butterfly wings stood around him and kept him safe. A 4-year-old boy was in a hospital that was demolished and was found unhurt six miles away. “The angels brought me and set me down here.” A young boy was caught outside with his father, the storm ripped his fathers’ shoes off, but they were unhurt. The Butterfly people were hovering over them. A family with four young children living in a trailer in the path of the tornado lost their 5-year-old. He was found unhurt, about 20 feet from the house, wrapped in a green rug like a burrito. They didn’t know who wrapped him up or where the rug even came from, He said a man with brown hair was hovering over him.
it has become such an ongoing phenomenon that a mural called Butterfly Effect: Dreams Take Flight was commissioned by muralist Dave Loewenstein and erected in the city downtown.
When my daughter was little and she would get upset, something in the kitchen would randomly break. Happened way too many times to be coincidental and the things that broke did so in inexplicable ways. I clearly remember one instance very early in the morning standing in the kitchen, telling her she couldn’t have cake from the night before. She immediately looked angry and I heard a weird “plink” sound in the cupboard. Opened it to find the plate on the top of the stack was cracked in several places.
No signs of this in later years. She’s 24 now and I often allude to this and remind her boyfriend not to piss her off.
I was in my room watching Hulu (The Simpsons, doesn’t matter) and a Burger King commercial comes on but it’s just the king mascot and he’s like “Let’s have a staring contest” and I’m like “Hmmm, okay” and I’m staring, he’s staring and suddenly I blink… IMMEDIATELY he says “Gotcha, I won” and I was like WHAT THE EFF!??? I slammed my laptop shut and was creeped out the entire night. I watched Hulu all the time in hopes of running into that commercial but I never saw it again.
I was in traction in the hospital, and a guy who said he worked maintenance came into my room to repair the light above the shower. I was in traction and could never leave the bed I was in, we joked sarcastically how the light would be so handy for me. He asked what happened to me, and he told me about the terrible industrial accident he was in. He said he would come back and visit me and bring photos of the injuries that the Dr.s said would leave him unable to walk (the same diagnosis I had been given). He did come back with photos, we had a good talk, and I felt very encouraged when he left. The next few days I told different staff members about this nice young man. They all told me no one with that name worked maintenance in the hospital. They had not heard of him and said maintenance was not working on our hospital floor that day or the whole week.
My girlfriend got out of the shower and called me into the bathroom to show me the mirror. There was a very strange, distinct handprint placed on the mirror.
I lived alone and she was the only adult that had been to my house in about two years. We each placed our handprints on the sides of the mystery handprint for reference and neither looked anything like the mystery print. I still have no idea how it got there.
I swear my 4-year-old can read my mind or we think on the same wavelength sometimes. I’ve randomly thought of a specific food (ie ice cream which we rarely have) and he asks me “Can we get ice cream?”. Or I’ll be thinking about my mom and he’ll ask “Can we go to grandma?”.
So one night I’m driving home from a friend’s place, and it’s pretty late, like two or three in the morning. I live in the suburbs and the streets are relatively tight so I am typically driving pretty slow (don’t speed in your neighborhood, happy neighbors are good neighbors).
I’m nearing the turn to enter my close and from a distance, I see what looks to be someone outside. Pretty unusual this time of night as it’s all young families and retiree’s around me. As I get closer it’s definitely a kid which is even stranger, like, doesn’t this kid have parents? They’re standing directly under the street light with a raincoat on (not raining) and their hood up over their head so that the shadow cast completely covers their face.
I know my neighborhood pretty well and while I don’t know most by name, you know who has kids and who doesn’t. This corner house 100% doesn’t have any kids. That kid’s gaze was locked onto my truck, unwavering, turning their head and staring straight at me as I slowly pass, turning right towards my house, this kid only a few feet away. This kid did a full 180 with their body and watched me drive down my street.
While I only live six or so houses into the close, it’s just enough I lost sight of the kid. It was super unsettling, I couldn’t even quite explain to you the feeling I got from it. I back into my driveway, put my truck in park, think about what I saw, and say f it, I’ve got to check this out. Back into drive and back down the street, maybe twenty seconds, tops, since I passed and the kid was gone. Vanished. The roads are straight enough in any given direction that in that short amount of time, that kid would have had to straight-up sprint to stand a chance of being out of site.
F*cking demon child is gone. I went home, parked quickly and didn’t take my time getting inside and locking the door. To this day never saw the kid again or anything that’s given me a bad vibe like that. D*mned if I know what was going on.. if it was a prank, hats off, you did it, kid.
It was the 25th anniversary of my dad’s death. I think about it all day long. He was only 49 when he passed.
As passing a funeral home and got kind of sad, a little more than normal. It was just hitting me hard. I was at a stop light.
Looked at a car in front of me…
License Plates read: LUV DAD
I turned to the other person in the room, who I barely knew, and said “My sister is getting engaged right now,” without having the intent of speaking at all.
He politely asked why I said that, and I had to shake my head and say “I don’t know.”
A few days later I found up that, sure enough, ah that exact moment on the far side of the world, she had said “yes” to Mr. Right.
I hadn’t even known she was dating.
As a child visiting my Grandma’s house (My Mum’s – mum), whenever I left the house I’d wave next door to Ken who was always sitting in the bay window looking out at the sea. They lived right on the coast of the North Sea in Hartlepool (UK) We’d never really talk, but just a little wave before I went to get into the car.
One time I’m leaving my Grans house, I’m in front of my Mum who’s stopped at the door to talk to my Gran. So I head down the steps and towards the gate. I turn back and see Ken in the window. Big smile, as usual, waving at me. I give him a wave back. He stands up, gives me the thumbs up, and wanders towards the back of the room. My Mum comes walking down the steps and asks “Who are you waving at?” I replied “Ken”.
To this day, I can remember my mam’s face. She just went white but didn’t say anything to me.
It was only a few weeks later when she plucked up the courage to tell me, that Ken had died a few days prior to our visit to my Grans.
I don’t believe in ghosts, but I know I saw him. I can still picture his striped grey sweater with light stripes across it. Him waving and getting up out of his chair. There was no one else in the house, he lived by himself.
Brains are weird.
I was walking to work one really early winter morning, and about 30 feet from my house it felt like it got significantly colder. I zipped up my jacket and kept walking, about a third of the way to work the light I was going to cross at went out. No crash I could hear or anything obvious, it just went from green to dead. I thought, “weird but I got work to do.” At the halfway point, with no sunlight anywhere, a street light way ahead of me went out. I stopped because as it flickered before dying it made me uneasy. I stood for less than a minute, and all the streetlights in front of me, starting from the closest to the first light, started flickering and going out, and it was only the ones on my side of the road. At this point, I said nope, turned around, went home and called in. I heard sirens later in the morning but was not going to investigate. Been maybe 5 years and it still freaks me out when a street light suddenly flickers and goes out.
When I was 8 I had one of those life-size rag dolls with yarn hair. One night I woke up and she was waving her arms around while placed on my bean bag.
I know it’s not malicious, I know it sounds crazy. I know it sounds like I was dreaming…but I wasn’t. She was moving around all by herself. to this day I don’t f*ck with dolls.
In 1996, I had just dropped out of University and was moving home to my parent’s place. My tail was firmly between my legs, I had almost no money and no job prospects. Basically, I was screwed.
I had an old Jeep Comanche with all my belongings in the back and 200 miles to go. I borrowed $20 from a friend for gas and started the trip. I got to a point that was 30 miles from home and was empty. I pulled into a gas station/rest stop and sort of cried for a minute in my truck. I needed $5 for gas to make it the rest of the way and had nothing. There was no way I could call my dad and ask for help…he was already so disappointed.
After a minute I started searching around my truck for change…anything…I opened the glove box and there were these paper ‘loyalty bucks’ for a gas station that I never used. It turns out it was the exact gas station that I was stopped at. $4.70 worth of bucks. I found another $2.00 in change, put $6.00 in the gas tank and bought a coke.
I made it home.
Fast forward 20 years, I had sorted my crap out and am a lawyer…that Gas Station hired me as their outside counsel…I got to tell this story to the President of the company.
When I was 10 years old I didn’t want to go to school one day. I faked a stomachache so my Grandmother would let me stay home. I’ve always been a bad liar, so my Gma tried to call my bluff. She told me if I was too sick for school then she would be scheduling me a Drs Appointment. 3 hours later I was rushed into emergency surgery. My fake illness was actually appendicitis and It was so inflamed that if I hadn’t come in that day my appendix would have ruptured potentially killing me. I felt 100% fine that day. Faking sick saved my life.
When I was about 12 years old I went up to Lake Tahoe with my friend and his parents who had a condo in Incline Village. One day, the two of us are walking to the bowling alley and cross a street in a crosswalk. Right before we get to the curb, a car comes really close to hitting us. All of a sudden, we’re both up on the curb, like we were lifted a few feet. We both looked at each other strangely.
“Did you jump?”
“No, did you?”
“No”
We spent the next hour kind of dumbfounded. It didn’t feel like a shove or any use of force. We were still in the street, then we weren’t.
I was working in my garden and had gotten myself a can of coke zero. I cracked it open on my way out the back door, took a few hearty chugs and sat it on my small garden table I keep out by my raised beds, and got back to working in the garden. I have on wireless earbuds and listening to a podcast as I work on cleaning the pumpkin patch of weeds, when out of the blue I hear and practically feel a loud BANG, to the point I exclaimed loudly “What the f?!” and pull my earbuds out.
I live in a rough neighborhood, there’s been shootings and whatnot so I kind of duck down and start looking around to get a feel of things. That’s when I see it. My can of Coke is knocked down to the ground and just spitting foamy coke everywhere. No way that’s the noise, right? But I run over and pick it up (with the logic being diet Coke probably isn’t even good for plants) and I wipe it clean and start looking it over and I realize not only is it full, it’s completely unopened. I know I opened it, I know I drank half of it, and I know moments before I had seen it laying on the ground shooting coke up into the air. I even had to wipe it off.
I have no idea what the bang was, or how my open spilled coke suddenly became full and unopened in my hands.
I will never forget witnessing this moment:
In my physics gen ed last year, we were split up into groups and worked on a lab. A guy at another table let out a yell while extending his arms, and fell headfirst off his chair. The very second in between his yell and hitting the floor, a beeping started going off in the room, followed by the words “An emergency is happening in your building. Please evacuate at the nearest exit.” and accompanied by flashing lights.
The guy is having a seizure on the floor, so all we’re focusing on is getting him help. A campus police officer comes in and tells us the rest of the science buildings have already evacuated for the fire alarm. Most of us leave to give some space to the people helping the guy.
While outside, we’re talking amongst ourselves, absolutely baffled by the coinciding events we just witnessed. Did the flashing of the alarm trigger epilepsy? No, because he was already on the floor by the time the lights kicked in. Was there some kind of sensor on him that alerted when his body was experiencing an emergency? No, because it was his first seizure.
Just reading it might sound lame, but witnessing it and working out what was happening in real-time was just eerie.
I’m too young to remember this, actually. But my mom always tells this story.
Apparently, when I was younger, like barely able to speak, I was sitting on the floor playing with some toys nonchalantly with my mom when I just said “When I was in heaven, I met a woman who said you’d be the perfect mommy for me.”
I apparently held the belief that I was in heaven before being born, and an angel looked at me and chose the mom I went to. My mom asked me to describe the woman, and I apparently described my mom’s great-grandmother perfectly. Down to the eye colour. I had never met my great great grandmother, nor seen a picture of her.
Once, my mom and I were driving to Las Vegas from Santa Clarita. We were just passing Barstow and on the I-15. It was right about high noon and very hot. Not a cloud in the sky. She had a fancy Lexus at the time with a touchscreen console on the dash that could play DVDs while driving. I remember we were on a long stretch of road with a lot of space between cars on the highway. One minute we see nothing ahead of us and then all of a sudden, a woman was walking across the highway right in front of our vehicle. My mom swerved behind her and barely missed her.
She pulled off to the shoulder and we look behind us, and we see her go all the way across the highway, including westbound traffic.
Then she turned around and walked all the way across again. Each time nearly got clipped by an unsuspecting and oncoming car like ourselves. At one point, a semi-truck almost hit her head on missing her by literally one step. Each step she took was a steady and confident step, looking ahead of her and never batting an eye at any oncoming traffic. She was barefoot mind you and walking on the boiling asphalt with zero sense of urgency.
So my mom calls 911, and we’re directed to highway patrol. They say they’ve received numerous reports and they’re headed out to it.
My mom decided after hanging up to slowly reverse down the shoulder to get a better look and see if she was okay (yes, I know, stupid in more than one way). As we get to a spot behind her now, she’s crossed the highway and is now in front of our vehicle.
This part I will never forget.
The woman slowly turns her head and looks at us and is now slowly but steadily walking towards our car.
She was white as day in every way. A white nightgown, pale, dry, wrinkled skin, white hair, and the palest bluish grey eyes I’ve ever seen and barefoot. Almost looked like a walking dead version of Rose Dawson from Titanic.
I was in the passenger seat, which was on the shoulder. When my mom made eye contact, she froze. Absolutely shut down. I remember the woman walking so close to my door, I could see her eyes make contact with mine. It looked as if she was blind and lifeless but could not just see me, but see into and through me like into my soul. I went cold immediately. She reached for my door handle and I remember screaming at my mom to punch the gas and without hesitation, she came to quick and we peeled out of there. In the back window, I saw her watch us speed off and then continued across the road again.
A mile down the highway, we called highway patrol to see what happened and they didn’t have a clue what we were talking about and said they got no reports of a woman crossing the highway. My mom to this day still doesn’t remember the time between when we reversed to when we dipped out.
I have no idea what happened that day except for what I witnessed and experienced.
About 5 years ago I was out with two friends. At the time, this group of friends liked to party hard, as did I. We were a few years out of college and living in a resort town. That night, we went out to dinner and then went to a bar. We all did a round of shots when we got to the bar. Immediately after the shot, I felt like I needed to throw up. It was odd because I had not drunk much at dinner and I was very accustomed to taking shots. This was a very bizarre reaction for me. I had been driven there by one of my friends but I immediately decided I needed to leave, so I got a cab, went home, and felt completely fine when I got home. I would usually have been out until 4 or 5 am, but I was home by 11 pm. I watched TV and went to bed but the whole night, I had a weird feeling.
I woke up the next morning and the two girls I was with had been in a car accident. The person driving was drunk and texting, and she hit a huge telephone pole. The pole fell onto the car, almost splitting the car in half. By the grace of god, the universe, something… Neither of them was harmed, but if someone was sitting in the back seat, they would have potentially been dead. I am 100% certain I would have gotten into that car and likely would have been sitting in that seat. I don’t f*ck with drinking and driving or anyone who attempts to drink and drive anymore.
When I was around 14 I went to the kitchen around 2 am for a snack and the refrigerator door was wide open. Our cat, Maguret, was sitting on the floor looking inside the fridge. He turned his head and looked at me then the fridge door slowly closed and he strolled away.
Also several years later my stepdad woke me up at like 6 am and “Maguret’s dead” popped into my mind. He then told me that Maguret had died.
That cat was mystical.
I was at a coffee shop grabbing drinks for my mom and I before we went out somewhere. My hands were full and someone offered to open the door for me and I said “no thanks I got it” and the door flew open and stayed open until I walked through it. It was as if it was an automatic door but this door wasn’t motorized at all. The guy who offered to open the door did a double take. I walked away confused as to what had just happened. Then I just assumed it was the wind but it wasn’t windy. I went back to that coffee shop and hung out many times and I always watched that door. Even on the windiest days never did that door budge or open on its own.
I still don’t know what happened but it felt like I opened that door with my mind.
My great grandma died and we buried her across town. Like, way catty-corner. So we’re at the burial and they release some doves that are supposed to fly out, turn around and buzz us. But instead, they keep flying. So the ceremony ends and we drive to my grandma’s house waaaaay across town in the Styx. We pull up, and the doves are there. My grandma starts bawling, saying it’s a sign and stuff. We had to call the guy to come get them. Said he had never seen anything like that before.
I had an ex who was being charged with hefty offences like forcible confinement, robbery, possession of an illegal firearm, extortion, etc.
I received a subpoena to testify at his trial – cops showed up at my mom’s place where I was previously living to issue it but I wasn’t there so I picked up the official document from the police station. Signed that I received it and everything.
I showed up on the day of the trial, obviously nervous as sh*t, to find out from the prosecutor that she wasn’t sure who subpoenaed me. According to her, she never issued it.
She asked my ex’s lawyer, to which they also replied that they didn’t issue the subpoena either. The prosecutor then asked the supervisor of the police division because if it didn’t come from either of them, it must’ve come from the police division, right? Wrong.
The police officer and prosecutor both apologized for having me come all the way down to the courthouse, just for no one to know who actually subpoenaed me. I didn’t end up testifying that day, nor did I find out the fate of my ex.
Till this day, I still don’t know. I did receive strange calls from strange numbers a little while after that, but that’s a story for another day.
All of my life, I’ve seen black shadows in the corner of my eye. When I do, I’ll get the sensation of someone watching me, even when I’m gaming in my bedroom.
That stopped when my dog died. We moved out of the apartment where she died the following year. At the new house, I haven’t seen dark shadows at all, but I keep seeing white flashes in broad daylight. Sometimes something would brush past my leg. Exactly the same feel her fluffy fur would feel when I petted her. The shadows aren’t there anymore but I see white shadows now instead.