Some moments in life are too spooky to understand. From the invisible forces that go bump in the night to the dreams that foreshadow reality—these chilling stories give us a glimpse into ghostly encounters and haunting phenomena. They are shivers down the spine on a warm, summer day—baffling terrors too vivid to forget.
One day 16 years ago, when I worked at a gas station, I was watching a teenage couple get slushies at the back of the store. I was taken aback when the young man looked toward the till, because I noticed that he had a very severe facial deformity. But then, when I kept watching, I noticed something bizarre. When he looked to the girl, he looked perfectly normal in profile. Confused, I assumed I imagined it the first time.
Well, they eventually came to the front of the store. Then his face was distorted again, like a terrifying gargoyle. I kept looking at the girl to see if she could see what I was seeing but she didn’t seem to. And every time he turned to her, his face was normal. Trust me—this was like a Halloween mask. It was not an expression anyone could possibly make.
It was SO DIFFERENT and terrible. Anyway. As he looked at me and finished paying, I felt like a massive black cloud of hate inside me, like an actual thing. It was like I had drunk a glass of liquid hate. Then they left. I’ve never been able to explain it.
2. Second Chance
One night, I got a phone call from my next-door neighbor late in the evening, asking if I can help him move a mattress into one of his upstairs bedrooms. His mom is ill and has a big heavy sleep number bed. I, of course, ran over to help, because they’re great neighbors. I get over there and his friend, who is also a priest, was there to help.
I helped them figure out how to separate the mattress from the bed so we could fit it upstairs. We get it all moved up and back in place when my neighbor asks if I can help them move an armoire upstairs too. I think nothing of it and we pull it out of his travel trailer and start bringing it up the front stairs of his house. This is where I died.
The front stairs are 11 steps. I was on the lower end of the armoire about six steps up when my neighbor and his friend lose a handle on the armoire and it comes crashing down on me, and I fall backward towards the pavement. At that moment, I wake up in my dining room to my phone ringing and my wife asking me if I’m going to answer the phone. This is where it really gets freaky.
It’s my neighbor asking me if I can help move a bed upstairs for his mom. I go over there and meet his priest friend again, as this is supposed to be the first time I met him. I say I can help with the bed, but I cannot help with the armoire. My neighbor was like “How’d you know about the armoire?” I then proceeded to tell them about what had just happened.
I spent the next hour talking with the priest. He was blown away, and he had so many questions. My neighbor didn’t believe it until I described the upstairs bedroom in perfect detail down to the metal mattress frame on the floor and the intricate headboard leaning against the wall. I had never been upstairs in their house before.
The priest asked me what I saw after it happened. I told him I never actually passed, and that before it happened I woke up at my dining room table.
3. The Twilight Zone
In the 80s, my aunt had won $14 million in the lottery. With her winnings, she built her own house from scratch on this big plot of land. It’s still there today, but owned and renovated by its new owners. My uncle who bought her the ticket had unfortunately passed on in 2000 from an abrupt heart attack, so needless to say, she moved out of her dream home because it was too much for her to bear. It sat there empty for over a decade.
Before she sold it, my younger cousin, my older cousin, and I, as well as our dads, uncles, and a close family friend, went there to get family mementos and reminisce about the “good times.” From the beginning this was hard to do because, after years of abandonment, it had no lights or water and was overgrown on the inside.
At around 4 in the morning, we’d been hearing the weirdest noises ever, which I now think was just an old house deteriorating. I mean the house was huge and had a basement, and then another basement underneath it, and was built in the 80s. We decided to go out back and decompress and say our goodbyes around a fire before going home.
So, there are four levels to the house, two above ground, and two below ground, and on every level, there was some way to get out of the house directly to the yard. We were all walking up these long creepy stairs from the bottom basement to the yard. My older cousin’s friend who came with us, B, had to go back down for something he left.
The stairs came out of a hill so it was such a long hike up, we were all like, “We just walked all the way up, we aren’t going back down.” About 10 minutes pass after coming out and we had the fire all set up and were sitting around it. All the adults noticed B hadn’t come back up. They joked, saying he got stuck or lost or something, but eventually the jokes weren’t funny anymore.
My dad and uncle went down to look for him and came back up to say they couldn’t find him at all. My younger cousin and I started freaking because we were scared and young, like 14 or 15, and the other adults started tripping out and worrying because all the doors got locked before we left. We all left by the sub-basement door, which was the only one left to lock. My dad and uncle went down again to check if all the doors were still locked, and they were.
We all decided to sit there, waiting for B to come out of this door that’s about 10 yards away from us. All of a sudden, my older cousin gets a call from him. What he said was so disturbing, it’s impossible to forget. B told my cousin, “I don’t know what to tell you, but I just woke up at my house, dude.” B lived over 40 miles away at this time. My older cousin started uncontrollably sobbing.
My younger cousin’s dad, Z, said, “Nope, it’s time to go now,” and starts to get up to throw water on the fire. Then, out of completely deafening silence, this sound that was unbearably loud just shook all of us. It sounded like a giant generator getting shut off. Me, my younger cousin, my dad, and my older cousin immediately start screaming, “Did you guys hear that?”
What happened next still haunts me. My uncles were totally stuck like something out of a late-night episode of The Twilight Zone. One of them was in a position of getting up, but was just stuck where he was. The other was laughing at everybody, but wasn’t anymore, he was just open-mouth crinkled-eyes smiling like he did while laughing.
My dad and older cousin started shaking them. My dad was freaking out and must’ve thought they died, because he just kept saying, “Please no, please don’t do this!” My younger cousin and I were absolutely terrified, in every meaning of the word. My dad and older cousin took us back up to the car and locked it, despite us crying our eyes out because we didn’t want to be left alone, and then went back.
I don’t know how much time passed but soon enough, lights came up from the hills and it was all of them walking toward us. My dad decided my younger cousin was going to stay with us for the night, and my uncles just went home…without looking in our direction or saying anything to us. We kept asking my dad and older cousin what exactly was even happening and what was going on.
My dad just kept saying, “For as long as we live, we will never talk to you guys or anyone about this night ever.” He said those words four different times, during this long rant about not knowing what life was anymore. My older cousin turned and looked us in the eyes and said, “There are some things you just want to accept as never being able to know the real answers to.” We rode home in silence.
My younger cousin and I talk about it at least once a month since it happened, but have never dared to talk to them about it—except for one time. We tried to bring it up, but they all got extremely mad because we kept pressing about it and they wouldn’t give answers.
4. A Double-Edged Sword
My friend Ian and I had been on Cape Cod for three days, staying at my grandfather’s beach house. We started drinking around 11 pm. By 1 am, we had chatted, smoked, listened to music, the usual. We were feeling good, but not hammered, and decided to go outside for one last smoke before bed. On the way out, we spotted my Grandpa’s collection of swords and knives on the wall of his garage.
Being buzzed, young, and stupid, we decided, “Let’s have a sword fight.” Smart right? We took a couple of swords off the wall and began dueling immediately. A little clanging and a few good laughs later, we found ourselves on the main road. It was empty at this hour, just a streetlight and the two of us, “dueling” away.
This is where things got weird. After a few more minutes of silly swordplay, we found ourselves in an intense battle. Soon, the battle turned from friendly idiocy to something more intense. I have no idea what started it, but we were really having it out. I lunged, he lunged, things escalated, and it was quickly out of hand. Then, out of nowhere, I got the better of him.
I’m still not sure how it happened, but my final attack ended up being much more than I had bargained for. He went pale after my final thrust, and my hands shook as I released the sword, but it didn’t hit the ground. I never meant it; but my sword ran straight through his abdomen. I stood there in disbelief, wondering how this happened.
After what seemed like forever, with moaning and me in shock, I ran for help. I rushed into the house yelling. My grandfather came out of his room, and I told him to call 9-1-1. I then ran back to the street to stay with Ian until someone arrived. Law enforcement showed up first, then an ambulance. After they saw what had happened, we were rushed to the hospital and taken into the ICU, where we were split up and I was forced to wait.
After a couple of strenuous hours, a doctor and a policeman entered the waiting room. I expected the worst…and I was right. Ian had passed on from massive internal bleeding, and hemorrhaging in his liver. I went outside for a smoke, still trying to comprehend what had happened. Midway through my smoke, a man approached me from behind, asking for light.
I nodded, took out my lighter, and faced the man. The man I faced wasn’t who I expected. It was Ian. He looked at me, puzzled at my hesitation and shock. I lit his smoke, speechless, and immensely confused. “You alright dummy?” he said. I looked around, and we were back on the main street swords in hand. “Let’s fight coward.”
He swung his sword around in the air, then smacked me on the arm, jolting me back into reality. I took a drag of my smoke, picked up my sword, and parried his second swing. I wasn’t myself, and he knew it, so we went back to the house, watched TV, and passed out. I didn’t tell him what I had seen until years later, and even then, he didn’t believe me.
He still teases me about “murdering” my best bud, and calls me “the swordsman” whenever we drink together. And that’s my glitch.
5. Imaginary Friend
When I was a kid, I had an imaginary friend named Jessie. A couple of years ago while visiting relatives in Ireland we were all exchanging ghost stories, when my mum brought up Jessie. When I was a kid, Jessie was my imaginary friend. Or, I thought so. My mom’s story made me rethink everything. She said that one time, when my dad was on his way to work, I asked him to bring back coal for Jessie’s gran.
I’d ask for weirdly specific, old timey stuff like that for Jessie a lot. It never bothered anyone until we went on a little trip to a field we visited a lot when I was young. When I arrived, I suddenly ran off and went straight into a graveyard. I ran straight to a small grave and stopped and just stared at it. The headstone said “Jessie.” So yeah…my ‘imaginary friend’ was a ghost.
6. Gut Feeling
I was 17 at the time. Me and my dad had just finished our fishing trip and it was almost midnight, mid-autumn. When I was about to get in the car, he told me that he did not want me to sit in the front seat on the ride home. We argued about it for about five minutes. He did not give any good reason as to why he did not want me to.
I gave up and got in the back seat. It was pitch black outside, and we had been driving on the main road for about two minutes when we saw a car driving in our lane. Right as we were about to collide, my dad swerved into the other lane—and so did the car in front of us. That’s when I heard my dad say something that still haunts me.
He muttered, “I knew it” at the very last second, and then I blacked out. I woke up when the ambulance showed up at the scene, and the EMTs helped me out of the car. I was barely conscious and don’t remember much after that—but there’s one thing that’s still crystal clear. I saw my dad, sitting in the car waving at me with tears in his eyes.
Later, when I asked where my dad was, they told me that he had flown out of the car window and landed a few feet from the car. They had put him in an ambulance, but he didn’t make it. They also told me that the man we crashed into lost his life—but that’s not all. He was driving with his 17-year-old daughter, and she only survived because she’d been sitting in the backseat like me.
I still can’t believe that this really happened. This was six years ago.
7. Blink And You’ll Miss It
Eight years ago, I was living in a two-bedroom apartment by myself with two cats. I had a girlfriend, who I’ll name Elsa for this story, who lived 45 minutes away, on her college campus. Most weekends, she would drive into town and stay at my place until she had class again on Monday. We did regular things, as we didn’t get to see much of each other.
So, here’s the scene. It’s Saturday night, 11 pm. Elsa and I are sitting on the couch, watching a movie—I can’t remember which. We are dressed, sober, and alert, as we slept in that morning and had plenty of sleep. We are chatting, laughing, talking. The TV is illuminating our immediate area, and I kept the light on in the kitchen to provide some ambient light for the living room as well.
My cats are asleep in their favorite chair, all is well. Everybody is safe and comfortable. Suddenly, without any kind of warning or inkling, the “Jump” happened. You know when you’re watching dialogue in a movie, and they’re using two cameras to film? When they switch from camera to camera to capture the one speaking, it is seamless? With no clipping, interruption, fading, or transition effects? It was that sudden.
We were having a good time together in the living room when in an instant, I found myself sitting on the foot of my bed, clothes removed, in the dark. For about one half of a second, a million thoughts entered my mind. Had something fallen off the wall and hit my head? Did I have a seizure? Was I dreaming the whole time? Where is Elsa? Then the scary part.
I turn to my right, and Elsa is also sitting on the foot of the bed next to me, clothes removed. Her eyes are the size of golf balls and she’s trembling. I realize I am as well. I try to speak and ask her if something happened, but I’m so frightened. I only stutter. After looking around the room and realizing we are alive, she managed to ask me what happened.
I didn’t want to answer, in case it was just me, and I didn’t want to come off as nuts. I just looked at her. After a pause, she started asking me again if I had turned off the lights, or removed our clothes, or if I knew what was going on. I didn’t. Neither of us had experienced grogginess or confusion before the event.
Furthermore, we didn’t experience any sensations other than fear and confusion after it. No aches or pains, no bumps, bruises, or cuts. I reach for my phone to call my mom and see if a doctor would be appropriate. I notice that it is not 11 pm anymore. Now it’s 3 am. In that sudden instant, that instantaneous change of scene, four hours had passed.
Everything in the house had been turned off, and we had been stripped. We went to the ER, as my mom’s fear was a gas leak. No signs of toxins or injury were found on either of us. Elsa made an appointment for a CAT scan, which also came back as expected. I explored possibilities like a gas leak, poisoned consumer goods like our soda or fast food, neurological malfunctions, and more.
But the one thing that always bothered me was the fact that Elsa and I lost and acquired the time at the exact same instants, four hours apart. Neither of us witnessed anything that the other didn’t. And there were no lingering effects. For weeks I kept bringing it up with her, just hoping one of us would remember something. I browsed forums from all types of sites searching for answers.
Every time I brought it up, Elsa would get scared at the memory, and beg me to just let it go. I couldn’t. I’m no writer, so I’m sure I left some things out that would have been helpful in understanding the magnitude and surrealism of this event and how it affected Elsa and I. Somebody, tell me what happened to me.
8. I Can See It in Your Eyes
My boyfriend’s younger brother and I were taking a bike ride down the street to the shops late one afternoon. As we get onto the main road, we notice a dude across the street heading in the opposite direction. He is walking with a limp, his head is bowed, and he’s got a plastic bag in his hand. We’re only a few meters away from him when he crosses the street onto our side.
As the bro rides past him, this stranger lifts his head up and smiles in his direction as they pass each other. I’m a little while behind, so I don’t pay too much attention to this—that is, until the bro stops, turns around, and gives me a funny look, just as this guy is passing him by. I still don’t think too much of it at this point, assuming that he had just stopped to let me catch up.
As soon as I myself passed the stranger and made eye contact with him, I realized that this was not the case. When the stranger looked over and nodded at me, I saw nothing in his eyes. When I say nothing, I mean like black pits where his eyes should have been, or just an eyeball that looked entirely black. I don’t know how else to describe it.
When I finally catch up to the bro, we stop around the corner and he says to me “Did you see that???” “You mean his eyes?!” I asked. “Yeah, it looked like they weren’t even there!” he replied. We then kind of sat there for a while processing what we had both just seen. Had the bro not related the same feeling and experience to me as I had felt when the stranger looked at me, I doubt I would have ever thought anything of it.
I probably would have just assumed it was the light angles playing tricks on me or some such thing. It was a sunny afternoon, so glare certainly could have played a part. He could’ve been wearing contacts, I don’t know. But none of those explanations feel like they fit. We got home later on and told everybody what had happened, but no one believed us. They still don’t to this day.
9. Road To Nowhere
When I was 19, I owned a car. I haven’t driven since, because I never want to go through that ordeal ever again. I was driving at night, trying to get home from a friend’s place. My friend lived out in the country, so I had to take back country roads home. I was never a proficient night driver, so when I got lost, I wasn’t surprised.
I tried bringing up Google Maps, but I didn’t have my 3G coverage out there. I decided that I was probably going in the wrong direction—just a gut feeling—so I got out of the car to look around. At the time, it was May, but when I got out, it was freezing cold. The weather had been mild all that week, even at night it was brisk at the worst.
The second I stepped out of the car, though, I knew everything was wrong. Not only was it unimaginably cold for that time of year, but the forest that was below the hill my car was on was gone. It had been there just moments before I stepped out, but now, there were four large houses where the patch of trees had been.
The houses didn’t look like houses I was used to seeing in the area. They had domed roofs with a skylight in the middle, and what looked like elongated entryways at the front, kind of like your classic igloo. I started to panic, and called my dad, but the call went nowhere. I had forgotten that I lost coverage. Then, I heard a voice below me.
I looked down at the houses, and a small floodlight had been turned on in one of the front lawns of the houses. This guy was standing outside with a dog. He was talking to the dog in this language I had never heard before. I’m no linguist, and I couldn’t hear him very well, but I swear it sounded practically alien. Lots of elongated vowels and “chirping,” for lack of a better word.
I was dumbfounded. Freaking out. At that point, I was considering throwing myself off that hill hoping to hit my head and wake up back in my car. I was fully awake though, freezing, and panicked. I rushed back into my car, and drove for another few minutes before passing by another car. That car, though, was totally not the kind of car we see today.
There was a weird symbol on the windshield, and lights accenting the chassis. It had no outboard mirrors, and didn’t make a normal sound as it passed by. I can’t even describe the sound it made. Not a “whoosh” like normal cars, it was almost like a slithering. I think the driver noticed that my car was super different too, because as I instinctively slowed down to get a better look, so did the strange car. That was it for me.
I stopped at the side of the road a few seconds after it had passed, and took a lot of deep breaths. I turned off my car and sat for a long time, but eventually worked up the nerve to get out of the car again. This time, it was barely cool out, and I could recognize my surroundings. I was a 20 minutes’ drive away from home.
I walked down the road a ways, around a bend and up another small hill, and could see a familiar billboard out in the distance. The problem was that I was way too afraid that if I got back in my car, things would change again, so I was determined to stay outside. I thought, just to be safe, I’ll open the car door, and grab the flashlight I keep in the driver’s side door compartment.
I walked back down the hill, around the bend, and the car wasn’t there. It occurred to me that after I shut the car door, I hadn’t looked back at all. So maybe I had just forgotten its position. I kept walking back, but nope. No car. I checked my phone, and it had been hours now since I left, and my parents were surely in bed asleep, so I called my friend, and he picked me up on the road.
I told him some made up story about how the car had crapped out on the roads going through the woods, on a different, longer route back to my house. I was getting scared in the woods, so I decided to hoof it home, gave up by the time my folks had gone to bed, so I had to call him. He laughed at my misfortune and apparent stupidity, and said he’d help me look for the car the next day.
I led my dad and him on a wild goose chase for that car for the majority of the next day, before my dad gave up and said it must have been stolen, and reported it. To this day, the car hasn’t been found, because as far as I know, it’s on the side of the road in what I firmly believe to be an alternate dimension, a parallel universe, or what have you.
10. The Break-In
About 10 years ago, in another town in another state, it was the middle of the night and I was sitting on a sofa with my then-boyfriend and our two lesbian friends, talking and eating donuts. It was almost 4 am. Now we were in the back room of his house, sort of an extra room, that really only had this sofa in it. The room is behind the kitchen and connects to the backyard and the basement.
The kitchen had a new mattress standing in it that was headed for the bedroom the following day. It was big so it took up most of that room. You couldn’t really get to the sink or the microwave, but you could see the glow of the blue nightlight, and all the other lights in the house were off. I just happened to look over into the kitchen as one of the cats jumped off the counter and hightailed it out of the room.
That’s when a shadow on the blue-lit wall caught my eyes. I immediately froze in fear. The shadow was the upper half of a man; a short bald man, and he was sketchy. He crouched and ducked, looked left and right, and then ran into the front living room. My immediate thought was “holy someone is breaking in.” I thought I was seeing someone run by the outside of the house through the window.
I told everyone about this and as I was telling them it was slowly dawning on me that it is impossible that I would have seen someone who was outside cast a shadow from a nightlight inside the kitchen, from behind a mattress. Plus, the person would have to be extremely tall for me to see the entire upper half of their body crouched down if they were outside the kitchen window. My heart almost lurched out of my throat.
11. 23 Years In One Night
First, some details. I’m 22 years old. Currently, I serve in the Marine Corps. In April of 2019, I had what can only be described as a hyper-realistic dream. So much so that it feels more like a legitimate memory than a dream. It starts off with me waking up the following day and going about my daily routine. Slowly but surely, day after day passes.
Eventually, I get out and go to college. I propose to my girlfriend of eight years and get married the following year. Nine months later I have a son, Timothy. It’s one of the happiest times of my life. I’m going to school and working as a Lyft driver. With my VA benefits, things are at least moderately comfortable. My now-wife works a small part-time job as well.
About two years later, and we are expecting again. This time it’s twins. My children Johnathan (John) Matthew and Gracelyn (Grace) Marie are born. By this time, I’m finishing up my degree with only one semester left. We eventually save up enough to get out of our two-bedroom apartment and make a down payment on a nice four-bedroom house using the VA home loan.
I finish school and become a pastor. Day after day goes by. Eventually, Tim graduates high school and enlists in the Marine Corps like I did. When he graduates boot camp I admittedly tear up. John graduates with honors and gets accepted into a mechanic trade school. Grace, against what her mother and I advise, gets married immediately after graduation.
Being good parents, we accept her decision and I walk her down the aisle on her wedding day. Months later, I become a granddad. Holding my grandson for the first time is equal to holding my child for the first time. A year later, in 2042, my daughter is expecting her second child. One day, when she is seven months pregnant, I go to sleep and wake up. Like, actually wake up.
Imagine my surprise when I’m in my 20s and it’s 2019 again. I never felt such loss before. Realizing the family I had didn’t exist.
12. Don’t Wake The Baby
This morning I wrecked my car. It was such a silly way to wreck, but it happened. I started up a hill and there was a truck and trailer turning up a hill in front of me. I was a good few cars lengths behind him, but I still slowed down because he was moving slowly. He quickly made the turn, I sped up, then he stopped suddenly leaving the trailer sitting out in the road.
I slammed on my breaks and tried to stop, but still ended up sliding into him. The next couple of seconds were a bit blurry, but I remember seeing the front of my car slam into the Mansfield bar as the back of the trailer came through my windshield. The whole crash only lasted a few seconds, but I know my car had gone under the end of the trailer, jarring the bar loose.
I saw it swing into my windshield, hitting me in the face. The next thing I remember is feeling the metal slam into my face and tasting blood. My face hurt badly and my two-year-old was screaming in the back seat. My head was hurting worse than any pain I had ever felt, but I had to make sure he was okay. I laid my seat back enough to twist around to look at him.
He was safely buckled in his car seat and had no signs of injury. He was obviously just scared as he had been asleep a few minutes prior to this. When he saw my face, he screamed louder and started crying even more. He was screaming “Mommy!” “Mommy!” Through sobs. He was crying so hard he was going silent between breaths.
The last thing I remember is hearing the guy I hit calling an ambulance. As I drifted off, I could hear my baby screaming but I didn’t have the strength to get to him. The next thing I know I’m waking up in a panic and my eyes pop open and I’m hitting the trailer again. But this time it was different. The trailer twisted up and swung in the opposite direction, throwing a riding lawnmower off into a ditch.
When the car was still, I quickly turned around and my two-year-old was still asleep in the back seat. I was so confused and scared. My first thought was that I had died, and I was stuck in a loop of crashing into this trailer. I know how silly that sounds, but that was the first conclusion my mind gathered. I sat there dumbfounded for what seemed like forever until I heard the guy I hit telling me to please say something or he was calling 9-1-1.
I turned to him and told him I was fine. There wasn’t a scratch on me and my two-year-old was sleeping peacefully in the back seat. This time several things were different. Instead of hitting him directly with the front center of my car, I only hit him on the driver’s side. And I wasn’t injured at all, not a single scratch. Previously my face had been hit and I felt pains in different parts of my body.
There were vehicles stopped behind me and things continued as they normally would after a wreck. Law enforcement was called and they started cleaning up the accident. The lady in the car behind me finally got out and came to ask if my little guy and I wanted to sit in her car until all was done. I declined and she asked if I was sure I was okay.
What she said next made my blood run cold. She said she just knew I’d be hurt because she saw the trailer come through my windshield. As in, she’d seen the crash the way it happened the first time. When she looked at the front of my car and saw my windshield still intact, she too was dumbfounded. I don’t know if this was a glitch, a divine intervention, or a coincidence.
Did my mind simply fill in the blanks and she perceived the accident differently than what actually happened? I don’t know, but I’m so very thankful my baby and I are both unharmed.
13. The Funeral
It was October 11th, 2001. I was 14 years old and my grandfather crossed over the rainbow bridge in his sleep, an empty bottle of alcohol at his bedside. During the funeral, my mom then put her arm around me and cried with me, I felt her, heard her crying into my cheek, her voice mauled by my jacket. When I opened my eyes, my mother was standing 20 feet in front of me.
14. Well, I’ll Be A Monkey’s Father
I have a 10-month-old son. He’s a great kid and is just starting to crawl and move around on his own. Tonight, before I put him to bed, he passed out on this big pillow in our living room after he had a bottle. I picked him up and put him in his crib in his room down the hall, then let the dog out and sat down to watch some TV before I brushed my teeth and went to bed.
My dog walked down the hall to my bedroom to go to bed and about an hour later I get up to turn the TV off. I notice my son asleep, facing away from me on the same pillow I picked him up from an hour before. Now, thinking that given his skill level at walking and crawling there is no way he was getting out of his crib, down the hall and back there, I chalked it up to me not paying attention.
So, I walked over, picked him up, slung him over my left shoulder, went over to the front window, shut it, and went back down the hall to go to put him in bed. I opened the door to his room, turned the corner, and with the dim light from the nightlight, I notice that he is in his crib asleep. It took about a second to put together what was happening.
How did I have him on my shoulder while he was in the bed at the same time? What felt like a millisecond later, I hear my dog kind of bark/whimper in a confused tone right behind me, then I looked to my left bringing my arm down, and I see that his stuffed animal monkey is in my arm. Now, I am as sure as anything in my life that I picked up my son and that I would have known the difference between a 25 lb. kid and a 1lb. stuffed animal.
I’ve checked the carbon monoxide detector, the windows were open, and I’ve only had a single drink tonight. The weirdest thing though is that my big ol’ black lab will not leave my son’s room. I’m really, really baffled.
15. An About Face
A really bizarre thing happened today that left me a bit shaken. Earlier today, I went to an otolaryngologist appointment with a sore throat. At the end of my 30-minute slot, I was sitting at the table across from the doctor, with her writing out the prescriptions. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and, without waiting for a response, a man stepped in.
He was tall and slightly stooping, in his 30s or maybe 40s, with balding blond hair, wearing jeans and a checkered shirt. I guessed he was the next patient in line eager to start his appointment, and only paid him a quick glance before turning back to the table. The doctor called out something to the effect of, “Sir, could you please wait outside? I’ll call you back in a few minutes” and resumed writing.
The man, however, didn’t leave right away, but continued silently standing in the doorway for several more seconds. Then, out of my side vision, I noticed something truly disturbing. There was something strange going on with his face that wasn’t there a moment ago. I couldn’t make out the details, so I cautiously gave him another look.
What I saw is difficult to put into words. The best I can describe it is, well, a glitch effect, like a corrupt image in a video file. The man’s face was now a blob of different shades of pink, misshapen and somehow almost pixilated. I was only able to catch a flash of it, though, as the man quickly turned back to the door and stepped out.
As he was turning around, I noticed that in profile his face looked flat and featureless, like that of a Lego figure. This encounter was so unexpected and so unusual that at first, it didn’t even register with me as something noteworthy. After a moment’s consideration, I figured it must’ve been a simple brain hiccup on my part due to a lack of sleep, or maybe some weird visual illusion.
But then I met eyes with the doctor. She paused, pen in hand, and asked me hesitantly: “Did you see it? His face…” “Yeah,” I said. And that was that, we didn’t discuss it further. She finished filling out my paperwork and I went home, feeling a bit lightheaded. As I left the office, the man was sitting in the corridor outside occupied with his phone. As far as I could see, his face was once again perfectly normal.
16. Just Another Manic Monday
About 4 or 5 years ago I worked at a Little Caesars Pizza. Usually I would work inside on the pizzas but we had just started up this Monday Madness deal where pizzas were only $4 on Monday so we needed someone to advertise. I was a wild and weird metalhead so I took up the position on Mondays of just going out there, throwing around a sign to get attention and bring people in for pizza. Not exactly glamorous but I had fun.
One day while I was out there doing my thing, I see a van coming straight at me. It jumps the curb and slams into me. I feel it crush me against the electrical box controlling the street lights. I see a quick flash as the traffic lights flick off…then I black out. I open my eyes with a gasp and I’m still on the corner and nothing has happened. No van or anything—but the story doesn’t end there.
Well, I was a little shaken up so I decide to pack it up and walk back to the store for a break. I walk no more than 15 feet away from the corner when I hear a crash. I look back and a van just hopped the curb into the electrical box and I watch the traffic lights flick off. Needless to say, I took the day off. Still think about that from time to time.
17. Halloween Story
When I was 14, I went to a Halloween bonfire at my buddy’s place in a rural area. He had a large backyard that was surrounded by some woods. I took a break from the bonfire and headed to a nearby bush to take a leak. When I was going to the bathroom, I saw something out of the corner of my eye in the woods, which was about 50 yards away.
I looked directly at it and saw nothing. I went back to my business but then, out of the corner of my eye I saw the large shadowy figure once again. I looked over and saw nothing. At this point, I remember in science class that your peripheral vision is better in locations with very little light. So, I look towards the area where the figure was without looking directly at it. That moment, I witnessed a chilling sight: It appeared as if someone was pacing the edge of the woods looking over towards the bonfire. I rush back to the group and tell them.
The kid who lived there ran into his house and told his dad. The dad comes out with a pistol and heads to the edge of the woods. He comes back and reports nothing. It’s possible my eyes could have been playing a trick on me, but I’m almost 100% sure I saw a person stalking us kids. The nearest neighbor was a mile down the road. It’s just creepy that someone in the middle of nowhere would be watching a bunch of kids…
I shared a room with my sister around the age of 7, but she was off at a sleepover party the night it happened. As a little kid, I was terrified of lots of things – I’d never seen anything close to a horror film (not even The Nightmare Before Christmas) because of how jumpy I was. So naturally, the dark freaked me out.
I was really nightmare-prone, which caused everyone to say this was a dream later. But this was different. It was more vivid. Too realistic to be a dream. I was hiding under my sheets like the cowardly kid I was when I decided to poke my head out to get some cool air, and I saw something in my room. Something clearly not human.
I called it an alien at the time because that’s the closest thing my horror-ignorant mind could liken it to. Now, I see it as more similar to the Rake or the Mothman. Its head was big and egg-shaped, like those stereotypical gray aliens. Far too big for its tiny, slender body. It was totally naked. Pale gray or ashen white skin, the lack of light made it hard to tell.
All the bones were visible. Its tiny shriveled sack and schlong just hung there between its legs. Its hands were way too big for the toothpick-like arms. It was standing at a really unnatural angle. Its eyes were totally black and shiny, seemed to be the only feature on its weird head, and were sunken in little red holes. Most unsettling of all, it was just staring at me.
After a few seconds of being completely paralyzed in fear, I pulled the covers back up over my head – what else could I do? I stayed there for the rest of the night until I fell asleep. I know this thing wasn’t human. I told my parents the next day and they said I was dreaming. I made up a lot of stories back then. I remember a lot of them vividly, and the rest of my childhood is really, really hazy.
But seeing that thing in my room is one of the childhood memories that stuck with me the most. I have no idea what it was, and despite my fascination with horror stories, I don’t think I want to know.
19. Down The Rabbit Hole
My mother did all her GYN appointments with a doctor in downtown Austin. He was on the 5th floor of this hospital building and had a long time nurse/receptionist named Alison. I remember attending her appointments when I was little and my mother would make a game out of finding the office and being in the waiting room, which was colorfully decorated with a forest scene.
Alison was a super sweet woman who was half babysitter for us kids, too. She would read us books and give us coloring books and occasionally even listen to our dreadful knock-knock jokes. We all referred to her as Alison Wonderland. Anyway, years down the road, I got married and pregnant and started searching for an OB since I had moved back to Austin relatively recently before that.
My mother suggested I go see if that doctor, who had been super young when I was born, was still in business. Well, I could not find his name in the hospital directory, so I figured I would just swing by the office and check. My mother happened to be in town—she had moved years ago—and came with me. We both joked about it being so familiar but reversed situations now.
As we reach the stairs, we ran into a problem. There was no fifth floor of this hospital office building. Odd. We both must have misremembered it. We knew it was on the top floor, so it must have been the fourth. Nope, not there. We thought maybe we were in the wrong building. Except we parked in the same parking garage thing from 20 years ago and walked the same route.
That doctor does not exist. Never did, apparently. My mother and my brother and I are the only ones who remember him and Allison Wonderland. We have asked around, including among the hospital staff. We even looked up our birth certificates which are new copies and just list “Attending physician.” One of my childhood memories is fake, but shared with my brother and my mother.
20. Ghastly Creatures
Ever since I was really little my family has always encountered a really weird ghostly phenomenon. one night I was asleep and I heard a knocking on my door and a girls voice saying “Open the door!!! Let me in, I want to play!! Open the door!!” At first I thought it was my sister, but as I woke up I realized it was a much younger girl’s voice.
21. Weekend Warriors
This happened when I was 19, I’m 27 now. At the time I was still dating my high school boyfriend, he lived two towns away from me but we spent every weekend together. My best friend Jill had also been friends with Alan, my boyfriend, since middle school, so we were all very close. Jill and I worked together at a medical supply factory, and we would occasionally come up with some great adventures to go on on the weekends.
This week was no exception. We had made plans to all drive out to Alan’s after work on Friday, spend the night, then get up and go on our adventure Saturday morning. Friday rolls around, Jill and I get off work and swing by our apartment to pick up our guitars and backpacks for our sleepover. We drive out to Alan’s, start cooking up our frozen pizzas, and bust out the guitars and Xbox.
We play and talk and eat till around midnight, then decide we should get some sleep for our trip in the AM. Alan had a futon in the living room that Jill slept on, while Alan and I went to his room on the other side of the living room. We all said goodnight to each other and went to sleep. Saturday morning, I wake up and walk through the living room to go to the bathroom.
Jill grumbles a good morning at me as I walk past. I tell her to get up, it’s almost 7 and we gotta get on the road. We all get ourselves ready and into Alan’s ’92 baby blue Ford Taurus. Then it got weird. We backed down the driveway, Alan driving, me up front, Jill sitting behind Alan. Then the next thing any of us remember, Jill and I are backing down Alan’s driveway, in her car, having just returned from our day. It was 6:30 pm.
We were both smiling…but when Jill looked at me and her face fell. She looked me dead in the eyes and asked me what had just happened. It took a second for my feeling of euphoria to clear, like I’d just had a REALLY good dream, but then I realized that I couldn’t remember where we’d all went after backing down Alan’s driveway that morning. So, being reasonable, level-headed people, we pulled back into Alan’s and went to see what he had to say.
We knocked and when Alan opened the door we knew he’d had the same reaction as us. He was pale and wide-eyed and just mumbled out a “doyouguysrememberwhatjusthappened?” And none of us did. We sat down and went over the details of the night and early morning over and over. We kept crying and having to stop to console each other, but we could not come up with any details past backing down the driveway.
Alan remembered going into his house, but not driving up to it or parking his car. Jill and I don’t remember getting into her car or seeing Alan go inside. Oh, and none of us can recall what the plan for our Saturday adventure was. We know we had a destination and activities planned, but not one of us can recall a single detail about what the plan was other than: 1. Drive to Alan’s 2. Spend the night 3. Get up early Saturday.
Eventually, we were able to calm ourselves down and just reasoned it must’ve been an abduction but it was no big deal, we were all fine. No weird side effects or physical evidence of anything. Stuff like this must happen all the time. Through the years we’ve brought it up to each other now and then, just a passing thought of how freaking bizarre it is that we still can’t recall any other details of that day.
Part of what bothers me about it is how it’s become such a nonchalant topic to bring up now, even though it was very traumatizing at the time. We just so willingly fell into calling it our abduction, even though none of us have a clue…
22. In The Eye Of The Storm
When I was 13, my father and I experienced something that still makes me question reality. It happened on a summer afternoon when we made a quick stop home between games from the softball field not far from my house. My sister and I had both made all-star teams through our local league and she was in the middle of a game so my mother stayed with her while my dad brought me home to change and eat between a double header.
The softball field is less than a mile from where we lived, so it would take us a whole three minutes to get home. During those three minutes, the sky went from sunny with almost no clouds to a very sinister, dark gray. We live in Rhode Island, so this is not totally weird as New England weather changes more than most people change their underwear, but I do remember thinking I never saw us drive into a storm cloud or recognizing how it got so dark so fast, it just suddenly was.
My dad made a comment about how my second game would probably get postponed because it looked like a serious thunderstorm. Another thing I’ll mention was that when we pulled onto my street coming home, it was unusually deserted. We live on a dead-end side street and most people had multiple cars; almost all of our neighbors parked a car on the street in front of their house.
We all had unspoken “designated” spots and I remember thinking I’d never seen the street so bare when we pulled onto it. I went into the house with my dad, went to the bathroom, changed, and grabbed a sandwich. My dad went downstairs to check his work email and I walked outside by the car to wait for him. It was so dark out at that point because of the cloud cover, it felt pointless to even go back to the field.
I was mulling this over while eating my sandwich when I got this insanely ominous feeling. I looked to my left and saw a giant tornado coming down the street towards me. I watched as my neighbors gutter three houses down came flying off of their house and their shingles started to rip off. Living in an area where tornadoes just don’t exist, I’m pretty sure I went into pure shock from disbelief.
I was just standing there and the next thing I remember is my father grabbing me from behind and pulling me in the house while yelling. He rushed me down into the basement locking the door behind him. In the next few minutes there was just a ton of commotion with him swearing, trying to call my mom’s cell phone to warn her and everyone at the ballfield, while I sat there like an idiot unable to comprehend what had just happened.
When my dad got through to my mom, she told him there were absolutely no storm clouds anywhere she could see but pulled my sister from the game nonetheless and told everyone on the two teams playing what he called to warn her about. There was confusion at the field and they stalled the game. My dad told me to wait while he investigated as we heard NOTHING after entering the basement.
After the longest five minutes of my life, my dad came back, color completely drained from his face, telling me it was gone and I could come upstairs. When I walked up, I noticed right away the sun was out. I walked outside, there were several cars on the street in their normal spots that weren’t there 10 minutes ago, and my neighbor’s house was completely fine.
No local news reports, my neighbors never saw a thing even though two of them claim they had been home the entire time. This was not a small tornado that we saw, there is no way this thing materialized that quickly and disappeared just as rapidly. My dad still doesn’t like talking about it, and even when I get him to he has convinced himself it must have been a freak thing that began and ended on our road.
I know he noticed the same things I did, like the cars suddenly being there and our neighbor’s house magically being repaired. He’s not a very open-minded guy and I can tell the cognitive dissonance makes him really uncomfortable so I don’t push him too much, but it’s obvious he is just as disturbed by the entire thing. It still freaks me out to relive it. It makes me question reality in a serious way.
23. The New House
When I was 3, my family had just moved into a new house, and I mean brand-spankin’ new. We were the first people on our street to move in, and they didn’t finish building all the houses until a few weeks after we moved in. Anyway, here’s my story. One night when I was about 4 1/2, for some reason I woke up in the middle of the night.
This was around the age where I was sure if I thought long and hard enough, that I could get x-ray vision like superman, and whenever I’d wake up in the middle of the night that’s what I’d try to do. I’d sit there in bed for 10-15 minutes, trying really hard to see through walls, or my dresser, or even just the back of my hand before eventually giving up and just going back to sleep.
This particular night wasn’t any different from any other, I woke up, saw the Toronto Blue Jays clock on my wall, saw it was around 1 am, and went to work trying to see through the back of my hand. About 5 minutes into my routine (I never did get x-ray vision in case you’re wondering), I heard what sounded like a whisper.
I thought maybe it was my sister, who was just a year older and in the next room so I kept on trying my best to just see through something until I heard a man call my name, and I just about peed myself. I sat there frozen in fear, I didn’t know who it was, my father at the time worked the night shift and didn’t get home until 4 am most days.
I don’t know how to rightly express just how terrified I was at what happened next, or to really express what was running through my mind, but the voice laughed at me, and said it was going to get me, and then silence for the next 5 seconds until I screamed out loud. I woke everyone in the house up, my mother ran into my room and asked me what was wrong, but I was crying a lot.
She sat with me for what must have been close to half an hour until I calmed down and was able to tell her what happened. I asked if it was dad and why would he be playing such a mean joke on me, but she said he was still at work and that I must have been dreaming. The thing about that whole ordeal, about how terrified I was, is that I never again felt comfortable in that house.
I never again slept with my door closed, and at least once a week, for many YEARS, I would wake up and just yell for my mother because something didn’t feel right. It turned me from a self-assured child into a child that was afraid of everything. To this day I’m not sure if it was my father or not, my mother said it wasn’t, but the house was brand new, the land it was built on used to be farmland, and there was nothing else on the land but massive fields of crops.
My parents still live in that house, and nothing like that voice ever happened again, but the room that was mine still creeps me out if I’m over there at night. I don’t know what it was.
24. Scary Night Experience
I’m a kid who likes his sleep very much so my dad often had to wake me up as I slept through my alarm. One night I fell asleep and then woke up to a hand on my shoulder and then I feel the covers yanked off me all the way off the bed. I shot up out of bed because it was a habit at this point because this is when I knew my dad was serious. I opened my eyes only to realize that nobody was there.
25. Throw In The Towel
So, this is a very odd thing that happened to us last night, involving a towel and our bathroom. I was in our bedroom, getting a load of laundry together in a rush. We have a bathroom attached to our bedroom. It’s located in the far-left back corner and there’s a small hallway that leads to it. There is only one door in and out of the bathroom. There are no closets or windows in there.
We also have a walk-in closet located in the same hallway, adjacent to the bathroom, which you pass on your left-hand side before getting to the bathroom door. My husband entered the bedroom doorway, which is nowhere near the bathroom door. You have to walk into the bedroom, and across the room to the back in order to get to it. He asked me if there was anything I needed to do in the bathroom, as he was going to be taking a shower.
I quickly told him no and heard him close the bathroom door behind him. A few moments later, I took the hamper a short distance to the laundry room and set it down when I realized I had forgotten to grab some facial towels from the tub in our bathroom. Without even thinking about it, I quickly rushed back into our bedroom and towards the bathroom.
The door was open, so I simply walked in, reached into the tub to get the used facial towels. I also grabbed a towel that had been hanging from the shower curtain rod. Afterward, I walked into our walk-in closet to retrieve the hamper of dark items. I was ready to walk out of the bedroom with said items when it hit me. Wait. Wasn’t he just taking a shower in there a few moments ago?
I didn’t remember him passing me and it would have been a very quick shower, which is not like him. He always takes long, steaming hot showers. I set the items down, called out for him from the bedroom doorway, but didn’t get a response. We have an open-concept layout so it’s fairly difficult to not notice someone entering a room, but it happens.
I walked towards the bathroom again and, sure enough, the door was closed and the shower was running. I tried to open the door, but it was locked. I was trying to retrace it all, maybe he had passed me? Though, any possible explanation was refuted. He wasn’t in the bedroom when I walked in, he wasn’t in the bathroom when I walked in, and he wasn’t in the walk-in closet when I walked in, either.
I couldn’t have walked into the bathroom without seeing him, if he was in there. He wasn’t in the shower, and the shower was off, curtains pushed to the side when I had retrieved the facial towels. He couldn’t have passed me after I had left the bathroom, to go into the bathroom, shut the door, and turn on the shower without me noticing. There wasn’t anywhere for him to hide, either.
Another thing that was strange to me, when I began to analyze it, I couldn’t recall the mirror being fogged up or the bathroom being steamy when I entered it, as it usually was. I was sitting on our bed, waiting for him to come out so I could ask him. Then, I heard him yell out for me. I walked up to the bathroom door and asked him what was wrong. He said he needed a towel.
There were no other towels in the bathroom, either. I gave him a towel, then he dried himself off and got dressed. I asked about it, and he assured me that he had not left the bathroom. He was in there the whole time. He said he walked into the bedroom, saw me getting the laundry together, asked me if I needed anything from the bathroom, when I said no he walked into the bathroom, closed and locked the door behind him, and proceeded to take a shower.
He did think it was very strange because he was absolutely certain that he had set his towel on the curtain rod, though when he turned around to grab it, it was suddenly gone. My husband was in the bathroom, then he wasn’t, but then he was, all at the same time, and I took his towel.
26. Zombies Galore
About a year ago, I was lying in bed after having just finished reading an excellent zombie novel. It was the middle of winter, and slightly after midnight. I couldn’t sleep, as my mind was still crawling with zombies, so I lay awake staring at the ceiling with the dog snoring away next to me. Suddenly I heard three loud thumps from the glass of the window across the room.
Very hard and very steady. Like someone pounding on the glass with the flat of their hand. The sound scared the daylight out of me and woke the dog, who started barking. I sat there trying to reassure him (and myself) that it was OK and there was some sensible reason for it. After a few minutes we both calmed down, he went to back sleep and I followed about half an hour later.
I was woken up in the middle of the night by the same sound. THUMP THUMP THUMP. The sound came from the same window, with the same steady interval between thumps, and just as loud as before. The dog woke and started barking again. Both of us were freaking out, and I couldn’t bring myself to turn on the light and go look out the window.
The only thing I could think to do was run out into the living room curl up on the couch with the dog, a blanket over both our heads. The next morning, I woke on the couch feeling exhausted, having slept only intermittently. The dog was sitting at the door to my room looking alert and looking back to me and whining. I went back into my bedroom and looked out the window.
There was nothing unusual looking. No marks on the glass or anything. My apartment is on the top floor of our 6-story building. The fire escape was on the window nearest to the bed, not the one near the window where the sound came from. Whatever had hit the window had had a six-story drop beneath it. At a loss for any other explanation, I figured it must have been a bird running into the window.
I had no explanation for the fact that it seemed to do so three times in a row, at very steady intervals, on two separate occasions, and with a sound much louder than could be made by a lightweight creature bouncing off the glass. The fact that it had happened late at night, a time when birds aren’t typically flying around, I also carefully ignored in my hope for some sane explanation
Somewhat satisfied with my rationalization, I went to work and felt much better for the rest of the day… that is until one last fact filtered into my mind. It dwelt there for the rest of the workday nagging at me and I rushed home to confirm my suspicions. Reaching the window again, just as the sun was setting, I felt a chill run down my spine: my troublesome suspicion was accurate.
There was a screen on the outside of the window. The noise had very clearly be the sound of the glass being struck. Whatever had hit the window had to have done so from inside the room.
27. Aladdin’s Lamp
My last semester at college, I was nearly killed by a football player for walking where he was trying to drive. While unconscious on the ground, I lived a different life. I met a wonderful young lady, she made my heart skip and my face red. I pursued her for months and dispatched a few jerk boyfriends before I finally won her over.
After two years we got married and almost immediately she bore me a daughter. I had a great job and my wife didn’t have to work outside of the house. When my daughter was two my wife gave birth to our second child, a son. My son was the joy of my life, I would walk into his room every morning before I left for work and doted on him and my daughter.
One day while sitting on the couch, I noticed that the perspective of the lamp was odd, like inverted. It was still in 3D but…just..wrong. I was transfixed, I couldn’t look away from it. I stayed up all night staring at it, the next morning I didn’t go to work, something was just not right about that lamp. I stopped eating, I left the couch only to use the bathroom at first, soon I stopped that too as I wasn’t eating or drinking.
I stared at the lamp for three days before my wife got really worried, she had someone come and try to talk to me. By this time my cognizance was breaking up and my wife was freaking out. She took the kids to her mother’s house just before I had my epiphany. The lamp is not real. The house is not real, my wife, my kids…none of that is real. The last 10 years of my life are not real!
The lamp started to grow wider and deeper. It was still inverted. It took up my entire perspective, and all I could see was red. I heard voices, screams, all kinds of weird noises and I became aware of pain. A metric ton of pain. The first words I said were, “I’m missing teeth,” and then I opened my eyes.
I was laying on my back on the sidewalk surrounded by people who I didn’t know, lots were freaking out, I was completely confused. At some point, an officer scooped me up, dragged/walked me across the sidewalk and grass, and threw me face down in the back of his car. I was still confused. I was taken to the hospital by the officer—it seems he didn’t want to wait for the ambulance to arrive—and given CT scans and whatnot.
I went through about three years of horrid depression. I was grieving the loss of my wife and children and dealing with the knowledge that they never existed, I was scared that I was going insane, as I would cry myself to sleep hoping I would see her in my dreams. I never have, but sometimes I see my son, usually just a glimpse out of my peripheral vision. He is perpetually 5 years old, and I can never hear what he says.
28. Sleep Paralysis Meets Lucid Dreaming
When I was around 7 or 8, I had pretty bad sleep paralysis. One night I went to bed and in the middle of the night, I began having what I thought was an episode—however, it was absolutely evident that the shadow of an adult figure was sitting on the edge of my bed. I know this is a common misconception among the sleep paralysis crowd, because your mind is going into self-defense due to the nature of your current situation.
You begin to see and hear things. But what freaks me out about that night is what happened next. I then fell asleep and dreamt that I was in that exact situation again and I was able to move this time, I was able to project my voice. I completely lost it and started throwing everything about the room, kicking and screaming.
The shadow got up, opened the door, and left. When I woke up in the morning, my blood ran cold. My room was a mess, the covers were on the floor, and my bedroom door was open. Normally, I couldn’t sleep with the door open because it freaked me out. There was something about that dream that always felt so real. 20+ years ago now and it’s as fresh in my mind now as it was then.
29. The Older Woman
When I was really little my parents would let me stay up late on the weekends and watch TV until I fell asleep. Well, one night I was almost asleep on the couch when I heard a noise on our front porch. Sitting on my front porch swing was an older woman, probably in her 50’s wearing nothing but a nightgown, covered in blood and holding a huge kitchen knife. I still have nightmares about her.
30. Don’t Chase Your Own Tail
About six years ago, when I was 14 years old, I was walking through the small trails throughout my parents’ property that we lived on at the time. This was a regular thing I used to do because I had just moved into the area and there was all sorts of old-fashioned farm equipment and old shacks in the woods on the property. My parents were pretty wealthy and they had purchased well over 100 acres of land.
There were even a few streams that ran through there as well. It was sometime in the afternoon that I was walking on this narrow path and I noticed a golden retriever run out into the path in front of me from out of the brush. I was curious, considering I didn’t have a dog and there were not any neighbors within around five miles of the property.
It began to bark, and stopped in its tracks, looking at me with a very agitated look. A few moments later, a man around 19-20 years old comes running out of the brush and stops in his tracks and looks really confused to see me and yells, “Hey, what are you doing here?” and starts to chase me. I instantly sprint as fast as I can back to my house.
I didn’t have any intent of looking back at him but I heard him yelling “HEY WAIT” and the voice sounded eerily familiar. Eventually, halfway through the thickly wooded thicket, I couldn’t hear his voice anymore and he didn’t seem to be following me. However, that didn’t stop me from getting back to my house as fast as possible.
I told my parents this and my stepfather actually went and retrieved the rifle from his safe and proceeded to go look for this guy for an hour or so before basically finding no evidence of this happening. I actually got grounded for this, because they thought I was lying, and my parents being very strict basically assumed it was just another tall tale from their rebellious child.
Now that you’ve made it through this part of the story, this is where it starts to get absolutely weird. Around five weeks ago I visited my parents’ house with my girlfriend and her golden retriever Bentley. The first few hours of the visit went just fine. I talked with family, had some drinks, enjoyed being at home for a change instead of working my daily 9-5 shifts. It was nice.
I stepped out to let the dog out and to smoke, and for no reason, Bentley decides to dash into the woods full speed. As fast as I could, I ran out after him into the thick woods and eventually actually lost track of him. It wasn’t until about five minutes of walking into the woods that I heard him barking at something.
I quickly ran to the sound and found him no more than 15 feet away from a kid playing in the woods. I looked at him confused, and said, “Hey, what are you doing here!” I start to walk towards him, and the kid booked it as fast as he could and ran through a thicket of brush and literally completely vanished. I’ve never experienced something like this.
During the moment, I actually had no idea, but the kid was wearing the exact same clothes I used to wear as a 14-year-old. I’ve told my girlfriend about this and even she thinks I’m insane, but it actually happened and I can’t explain it. Anyway, that’s the story about the day I chased my past self.
31. Ahead Of His Time
I had a dream that I was back in high school, at the beginning of first year. Everything was exactly the same, except I had the memories of my life after high school. In the dream I told all of my class that I was from the future but no one would believe me. Only one friend who was very, very smart said that time travel is theoretically possible. This is where it gets weird.
The next day, when I told my friends about it, their jaws dropped. They said that back in junior year, I was acting weird one day, asking time travel questions. They told me I said I come from the future. They also said that I was somehow out of it, that I was there—but at the same time, I kinda wasn’t. I saw the shock in their eyes when I told them what I dreamed.
They even recounted some of the details in the dream that I didn’t tell them. The weirdest thing is that I barely remember that day. I remember some of the stuff that also happened in the dream, but that day is kinda foggy to me. Maybe my friends are joking with me, but I have known them for 15 years and I know a genuine reaction when I see one.
32. Lights Out
Right around before Christmas, me and my SO were both home and just both doing our own things when I went to the kitchen to grab something to drink. It was already dark outside, so I flipped the switch to turn the lights on but accidentally hit it again as I was lowering my hand which turned the lights off. So naturally, I tried turning the light back on, but it didn’t go back on, so I figured the light bulb fried and thought nothing of it.
I hollered to my SO that when she comes back from meeting a friend, she could drop by a store and get a new light bulb. She couldn’t hear me properly since there’s a hallway between the kitchen and the living room, so she came to me and after I told her to get a new bulb, she asked which light bulb I’m talking about. I was pretty confused about why she would ask me that, since we only have one light source in the kitchen if you exclude the fridge.
I told her I’m talking about the lamp of course, to which she replied, “Why do we need a new one, it’s working fine?” For her, the light was perfectly fine and the kitchen was lit. To me, the light was off and everything was dark. I told her that the light’s off and it’s obviously dark in here, which was the point she started looking at me strangely, as if I’d gone a bit insane.
She then flipped the switch on and off repeatedly and for me nothing changed, but she told me it’s working fine and asked me how I couldn’t possibly see it turning on and off. At that point, I was confident she was just trying to mess with my head and told her to stop playing jokes and just get a new bulb but she kept arguing back the lamp works fine.
I was still sure she was trying to mess with me, just to a greater extent than I’d thought, so I said, “Alright, I’ll take out my phone and take two pictures, one when the light is off and one when it’s on for you, if I get one picture where the light is on when you say it’s on, I’ll agree to anything you want from me for the entire week.”
By then, she started looking a bit more freaked out, but agreed to it anyway, so I took the first photo with the light off and when she flipped the switch, I took another and immediately noticed the thumbnail in the iPhone’s camera app that shows the latest photo that it was bright. I opened the photo and the light was on, even though I was still seeing nothing at that very moment.
We tried it again a couple of times and each time produced the same result. For her, everything was the way it was supposed to be and for me the light was constantly off. She was now completely freaked out and insisted I call an ambulance or a psychiatric help line and kept asking me how I feel, if anything else seems off, etc., although I felt completely normal other than being completely stunned by what had just happened.
I did question my own sanity for a bit, but dismissed it once I realized this was just one thing that was wrong and everything else was completely normal and I felt completely normal. I have no idea what to think of this, we were both right there, talking to each other, but one detail was different for the two of us.
33. The Creepy Neighbor
One night I was walking down the street with a few of my friends in the city we live near when we passed a certain ground-floor apartment. The curtains were drawn and the guy who lived there was sitting with his back to the windows, watching a late-night detective movie. As we were initially walking quite slow, I was able to get a closer look at what he was watching when I passed in front of the windows. It wasn’t a detective movie he was watching, he was watching us. Watching us, watching him.
34. Living In The McFuture
A couple of hours ago, I was in the midst of a coding frenzy when my stomach started rumbling constantly. I decided that my coding project can wait a few minutes and that I needed to go grab some food. I live in the western United States, so the nearest place is always a McDonald’s. I just wanted some quick food. I wasn’t dressed and I hadn’t showered all day, so I wanted to run to the nearest drive-thru and get back. McDonald’s it was then.
I picked myself up from the computer, threw a leash on my dog, and headed out. I loaded the dog in my car and turned the ignition. Outside, there was still a bit of light. The sun had just dipped behind mountains in the horizon and it was just dark enough to warrant headlights. As I’m winding my way out of my neighborhood, I started to notice that the streetlamps kept going out as I passed under them and then coming back on when I’m passed them, which I thought was strange.
I chalked it up to coincidence as I’ve had streetlights go out on me before. I eventually made it to one of the last turns to get out of the neighborhood, but as I pulled up to the stop sign, I felt a wave of…something…pour over me. I heard my dog whimper. I looked back at her and she had ducked back into the middle of the back seat, tail between her legs, with her fur sticking straight out.
It felt like I went through a thick sheet of static electricity. I began hearing a loud feedback noise inside my head and the world got blurry. This went on for a few seconds before it cleared up. My car had stalled during this time, so I turned the engine back on and made my way past the stop sign. When I pulled out into the main road, I immediately noticed that the streets were vastly different.
They were the usual black, but they had a bright white iridescent color to them as well, lighting up the environment. The streetlights that were usually on the medians on the road were gone as well, replaced by trees. McDonald’s was still right by my house. I could see the sign. It was in a different building, though. The building was much bigger than usual, but so far this is the least strange thing to happen on this drive.
This is where it gets really strange. I drove towards it, still very much confused as to the sudden change. My dog in the back of my car seemed to acclimate to this change much better, as she was back to sticking her head out of the window and sniffing the air. I pulled up to the only stoplight between me and my destination and the car in front of me was something I had never seen before.
The logo on the back was a silver circle with what looked like a silver Sicilian eagle in the middle. On the eagle’s chest was the letter “G” in a cursive font. The model of the car was “Vapor.” The license plate was the same as any other, though. So I go through the light, still wondering what the heck happened when I reach the McDonald’s.
I get to the drive-thru menu, which is all LCD screens updating to show featured menu items and looping gifs of people smiling while they eat. My usual is still on the menu, though for $2 more than I’m used to paying for it, so I order that. I pull up to the window with my credit card out and at the ready so I can pay.
The worker opens the window and greets me. I greet him and hand him my card. He looks at it and then back at me and says, “We don’t accept that here,” and then hands me a gadget that reminded me of my dad’s blood pressure monitor. I guess I was supposed to put my finger in it, but I was so thrown off I just asked, “Uh, can I just pay with cash?”
“Cash? Sure, I guess.” So I hand him $20 and he inspects it for longer than anyone should, and then proceeds to give me my receipt without my change. When I ask him about the change, he looked at me with a very confused face and said, “We don’t have cash at this location, sir. We only can give cash vouchers.” Okay…So I look at my receipt and, lo and behold, the bottom of it says, “Cash value: $11.26.”
Good enough for me, I guess. I pull up to the next window. After waiting for a few minutes, the next worker opens up his window with my bag of food in his hand and a big smile on his face. He hands me the bag and I put the receipt in it out of habit. He then says to me, “Oh wait, I forgot your fries! Can I have the bag back, please?” This was the most terrifying part of the whole experience.
So I hand him the bag and a few seconds later he returns and says, “I hope you have a great day! I made this spe-sp-spespe-spe-mm-I-great day!-spe-spe…” This went on for a few seconds. His face and body motions were moving and resetting like when you tilt an N64 game slightly out of the console. I didn’t have time to be terrified during the moment, because as this happened, I felt the wave of electricity come over me again.
Just like last time, I heard my dog whimper, and when I looked back she was crouched in the back, her fur extended. And just like last time, I heard a loud feedback noise in my head. My eyes took a second to adjust, but when the world came into focus, I saw that I was in a parking lot. I recognized everything. This was the parking lot in which the McDonald’s I’m used to is placed. And sure enough, the McDonald’s was visible in my rear-view mirror at its usual location.
So I go through and buy food, again. My $20 was missing, as was my cash voucher or whatever, and I drive back home.
35. Tripping Up
When I was a kid I used to go and visit my uncle’s lodge in the school holidays. It was on this huge property and backed onto the edge of bushland, so my brother and I always had a whole bunch of stuff to do to keep us occupied. I remember I was with my dog one day playing near an empty creek when he suddenly just took off into the trees.
Everyone else had gone into town and my dad was asleep inside so I was pretty much alone and decided to go after him. He was much quicker than I was and I got lost pretty quickly. I was starting to get a bit upset because I couldn’t find my dog and I had no idea where I was so I turned around from where I thought I came from and tried to run back and get my dad so he could help me find him.
From what I remember I tripped over a tree root or something and fell down this embankment. I must have hit my head on something because I woke up in the bottom of this small gully not knowing how I got there, everything was still a bit fuzzy. What actually woke me up was my dog licking my face. He was lying down right next to me.
How he found me I don’t know, but I was really happy to see him. But then he started barking but it was a bark I hadn’t really heard him do before and he was still lying flat on his stomach, that’s the strange thing I remember about that part. A really strange lying down, grumble sort of bark. It scared me a little bit.
I turned to see what he was looking at and there was a guy standing there. I remember he had this really faded cowboy hat thing on that had a big chunk missing on the side. “Hey kid, you had a pretty bad fall, but you should be alright. Let me get you back to your home” he said in this really, really deep voice. Then he walked over to me, picked me up, grabbed my hand and we started walking back through the bush.
The two things I remember from that walk were holding his gloves which I thought was weird because it was the middle of summer and really hot at the time. The other one was my dog was walking too close to me, I was pretty much tripping the whole way back because he kept smacking into the side of my leg on the way back.
The guy didn’t say anything though, in fact, I don’t actually remember him saying anything at all apart from the first time he spoke. I don’t think we walked for that long because we reached the creek bed really quickly and I could hear my name being called out by my dad for dinner. I started to run straight up to the house and remembered I forget to thank the guy for getting me here so I turned to yell “Thanks mister” but he was already gone.
I just figured he was in a hurry or something. A few days later I was in the supermarket with my Mum, it was one of those small country town ones that kind of sell everything and everyone knows everyone else there. So, I’m kind of just wandering around and there’s this photo up on the wall of this guy in a cowboy hat with a big chunk in the side missing.
It was the guy who helped me in the woods! I wanted to thank him or something for helping me before so I ask the person working there who he is. His answer chilled me to the bone. Turns out he was the original owner of the store around thirty years ago but keeled over in a freak accident in the woods where my dog and I were.
Apparently back in the day he used to grow vegetables for the store himself in the middle of these woods (I don’t know why, I guess the soil was more fertile or something). He went one day to see how they were growing when a really bad storm started up. Apparently, he was trying to get back but his dog (who always went with him) fell down a really steep embankment into a small gully so this guy went after it.
While he was down there a branch broke off a tree and hit him, breaking his back. They didn’t find him till weeks later. His dog was also found with him, by his side. That’s how I found out that the man who saved me was a ghost.
36. Beware Of The Noise
It was about 1 am when my friend heard a noise outside his front door. His front yard is really dark so he looked through the peephole rather than opening the door. He couldn’t see anything but could tell something was below the peephole. He decided to open the door slowly. Thank god he did. As soon as the door opened a crack, an older lady whose face was covered in blood tried to run into his house.
37. Wheel Of Fortune
On July 15, 2013, at about 7:45 AM, I was on my way to work, approaching the intersection and getting ready to take a left-hand turn. This is a notoriously dangerous intersection on any day, and there have been many accidents there. It is hard to see if the intersection is clear from the right and the left turn is particularly hazardous.
I was running late and in a flustered state of mind. I looked to the right and believed that I had correctly viewed that nothing was approaching from the right, so I made the left turn. As I crossed the intersection, I glanced right once more and saw a vehicle heading straight for me at what could only have been in excess of 90 miles per hour. We saw each other.
I saw the look of terror in the other guy’s eyes. We were that close. A collision was absolutely inevitable. There is no way on this earth that it could have been avoided. What happens next is EXTREMELY difficult to describe, but I will do my best. Across from the front of the car on the left, in almost the opposite direction to the oncoming vehicle, was a field.
I suddenly became aware of a very large “object” approaching slowly on a diagonal across this field. It was coming directly towards my car. Time was not functioning normally while this was happening, if it was functioning at all. I had the space to notice this happening, but I can’t explain how I was able to do that. The object when I first saw it, appeared to be about the size of a ten-floor tower block.
It subjectively seemed to be about two or three hundred yards across the field. The object resembled a giant waterwheel lying on its side and rotating as it approached me and my vehicle. It got closer. I saw that my first observation about its size was wildly inaccurate. It was more like the size of a small city. As it got closer still, I understood that all scale and distance estimates were meaningless. It was larger than what we think of as the world.
As the object drew near to me, a kind of sensation came over my person and I knew exactly what this thing was. I had seen the object before I was born and I will see it again when I die. We all knew it before we were born. We will all see it when we die. But this information is eclipsed from us while we are alive. And that was why I was seeing it now in the experience, because I was in the process of dying in a fatal car crash.
The wheel WAS reality, itself. It represented EVERY CONCEIVABLE POSSIBILITY for a life or for a world that could ever be envisioned or imagined. As it approached, I became aware that what we call our world was contained within it. It was simply one of the numberless slots or paddles in the “water wheel.” At that moment, the truly terrifying dimension of this experience began.
Words cannot even begin to describe the level of fear I experienced. The water wheel sort of rolled across me and then across the place where my car was in the road. As it did so, I began to be hit by each of the paddles in the wheel. Imagine a film of water being thrown outward from the wheel in each slot, as if by centrifugal force.
Imagine being slapped or splashed by each of these films as you collide with it and pass through it to the next one. This is what was happening. Except these weren’t just films of water. They were (for lack of a better term) possible realities or what we might think of as universes or worlds. Again, our world, our entire universe as we normally think of it, was simply one among an infinite number of these.
The event, or perhaps the imminent event, on the highway had caused me to slip out of or fall between the paddles on the wheel. This structure had some kind of cosmic purpose of sorting things into their correct natural place. I was afraid and resisted being “sorted” so the wheel stepped up its aggressive attempts to “sort” me correctly.
With this came another understanding that frightened me even more. I knew that unless I soon selected one of these realities to slide back into, that the wheel would coerce the situation by deciding for me. I seemed to file or flip through numerous conceivable (quantum?) possibilities for the outcome of the accident. I began to grow extremely panicked.
Each time I thought I was just beginning to get a handle on things, I would be slapped over violently and ruthlessly into a new slot in the wheel. Then, it happened. I found myself back on the highway in what seemed to be a very short distance back up the road, still approaching the intersection.
This is just one of the many mysteries associated with the event that I cannot explain. Did I choose a world that was a version of our universe in which the accident hadn’t quite happened yet, but was just seconds away from happening? I can’t say, because I have no memory of making that decision. I remember the look on that driver’s face as clearly as if it were yesterday. I remember him bracing back on the wheel. But I braked as I reached the intersection and that driver, or his car, were simply nowhere to be seen.
38. The Helpful Neighbor
My mom was babysitting the family one night in winter, and the phone rings. It’s the neighbor across the street. The neighbor tells her, “Don’t turn around, but we are looking at your house right now, and we can see you and your siblings watching TV, and we see the back of your head while you’re sitting on the sofa”. “Ok,” my mom says, thinking this is really weird. “Well,” the neighbors say, “We also see a man right outside the house staring right into the window of the room you and your siblings are all in.
39. Grey’s Abnormality
I work at a hospital as an RRT (Registered Respiratory Therapist), and the following happened only a few hours ago. I was running three floors with 13 patients under my direct care, six of them I had treated for a few days, and I know them in terms of we have talked while I treat them. I am considered a kind person by most patients, so they talk to me and tell me about their lives and about the family, etc.
There is this one particular lady, 73 years old—sadly, a terminal patient. I have been treating her for four days now, so she knows me well enough to not confuse me with anyone else, as I stated, we have talked before and even joke around. Very nice lady. At around 1:30 am, I was headed to her room to provide treatment.
But, as I was walking through the hallway, a code came in, and I had to turn around and instead run all the way to the ER to deal with the code the ambulance was bringing in. I was with that coding patient for a good 25 minutes with all the nurses and the doctor trying to save his life. Unfortunately, we couldn’t help him.
After that, I had to continue my normal rounds, and my next stop was obviously the lady I was going to treat prior to the code’s arrival. So, I went to her room, and she saw me and asked: “What happened? Did you forget something?” I thought nothing of it, and told her it was time for her treatment, to which she replied, “Son, but you already gave me the treatment! Only a few minutes ago!”
I said, “Ma’am, I have not, did someone come in and give you treatment?” This should not have happened anyway, as I had with me her treatment chart. She said: “YOU gave me treatment only a few minutes ago, you came in like you always do, asked me how I felt, and we talked about adjusting my dose because it’s making my heart ‘race like a horse’ and you said that you would look into it.”
Mind you, she was not alone, her granddaughter was there too and she also said that I had been there only a few minutes ago. After trying to process what she said to me for a few seconds, I asked, “Ma’am are you sure someone came in here and treated you?” To which she replied: “Not someone… YOU!! You are the only one who treats me at night…you and that crazy nurse out there.”
I was confused and told her to hang on a minute, so I went outside, and went to the nurse’s desk where the patient records are kept, to see if anyone had written on it, looking for any treatment anyone else had given her, but there was none written. I went back into the room, and said that I still had to give her treatment—obviously I had to or I could have lost my job for that.
Anyway, as I am treating her I am asking her granddaughter about it, and she also is 100% certain it was me, and that I gave her treatment, and that we indeed talked about adjusting her dose. Now, I am here thinking and asking myself…WHAT THE HECK!? I was in the ER and there are several witnesses, I was there for a good 25 minutes.
But, the patient and her relative claim I was in the room with THEM during that time. There are no records of any treatment on the main patient records and we RTs carry around a little chart of our personal patients for the shift, and no one else but ME had it, so, what happened here? I asked the nurse outside at the desk if she saw anyone going in, to which she replied…”Other than you, no one.”
I asked again, “Are you sure? You didn’t see anyone going in?” “Well, no, just you, you went in, were in there a few minutes, came back out, walked right past me, and went down the stairs…and just came back!” So, the nurse is saying, that I indeed went into the room, then left, and now came back…but, it wasn’t ME, I was in the ER!!!!
After this all happened, I talked to the security guard, and asked him to please check the security footage and let me know if someone went in. What he found was blood-chilling. About half an hour later, I came back and he said yes, someone went in, looked physically just like me, wearing the same uniform, but he couldn’t make out the face as I never actually faced the camera, so the footage never caught my face.
So, now, we have footage of “me” walking into the room, and… brace yourself…footage of “me” in the ER at the same time!!!!
40. The Creepy Drive-by
So I was driving by myself in the afternoon. I stopped in Amboy and snapped a picture of the city sign, just to prove I was there to friends who dared me to take that route to I-40. I got back in my car and proceeded to drive up into the mountain range between Amboy and I-40. Once I reach the top I am driving north through a canyon with high grass on both sides of the road.
Up ahead I see some stuff in the middle of the road. As I approach, I slow down to see a red Pontiac Fiero stopped sideways across both lanes, a suitcase open with clothes scattered everywhere and two bodies laying face down in the road, a man and a woman. I stop a hundred feet or so away and the hair on the back of my neck is standing up.
Being a Marine, I reach under the seat and pull out a 9mm pistol and chamber a round. Something seemed very wrong, it looked too perfect as if it were staged. An ambush? Was I being paranoid? Something was just wrong. Getting out of the car seemed unthinkable, I felt like I was in a horror movie. As I scanned the road, I saw a line I could drive.
Pass the guy in the road on his left, swerve to the right side of the woman, behind the Fiero and I’d be on the other side. I dropped it into first gear, punched it, and drove the line I planned. I passed the back of the Fierro without hitting it or either of the bodies in the road. I continued forward a couple of hundred feet and slowed down so I could breathe and let my heart slow down.
As I looked up into the rear-view mirror, I saw that the two bodies had gotten up to their knees and twenty or so people emerged from the tall grass on either side of the road by the car and bodies. At that moment my right foot smashed the gas pedal to the floor and did not let up until I had to slow down for the I-40 east onramp.
I will never know what would have happened to me had I gotten out of the car to check on the bodies or stopped my car closer to them. Somehow, I do not think it would have been good. Sometimes real life can be scarier than a movie.
When I was thirteen, my mum and dad invited our previous neighbors from the block of flats we lived in until I was five years old. Anyway, I’d been sent to bed but could still hear everyone talking about this and that, until the woman neighbor said ‘Hey Digsy’s Mum, do you remember when Digsy used to complain that there was someone in his room?
Well, there’s a family that’s just moved into the floor above who have a three-year-old son. He is complaining of the exact same things Digsy did.’
42. This Takes The Cake
It happened about eight months ago. We lived in a small apartment with our two young children and our dog while we saved up for a down payment on a home. It was a typical Monday night around 7 pm. We had just cleaned up after dinner, my husband was surfing the web, and I was relaxing on the couch. I was reading the back of a cake mix trying to decide if I had time to bake it, let it cool, frost it, and eat it before I needed to be in bed.
My husband was watching a video on the internet, he said something funny about it, we both laughed…Then BAM! I woke up, face-down in bed. My clock read 8:00 exactly. My alarm hadn’t been turned on. I was very confused and could smell the strong scent of coconut. I sat up and looked at my husband who was also just waking up.
He looked at me with a really confused look, and we both jumped out of bed and ran to our kids’ room. They were in bed asleep. We went into the living room and the second our dog saw us, she started whimpering and sort of army-crawling toward us. It was such unusual behavior for her. I had never seen her act that way before, and have never since.
Nothing looked out of order in our apartment…aside from one small detail. The cake mix I had been looking at that night was gone. I searched everywhere for that cake mix and never found it. Another odd detail from that day is that we were all dressed in our pajamas when we woke up, except my youngest. He was in the jeans and t-shirt he had been wearing the night before.
Neither my husband nor I would have ever put him to bed like that. Neither of us have any memory of getting into our pajamas or anything else after laughing at the comment he made on the video. We were already late for work so we both called in sick that day. We spent the day talking about it and trying to make sense of it. At some point that day, he asked me a question that made my blood run cold.
He was wondering if I had smelled coconut when I woke up. We never found the source of the smell. To this day, I can’t look at a cake mix or smell coconut without feeling a little anxious and sick.
43. Night Of Dread
I’ve always been a night owl. I have never been able to fall asleep easily, so I have a tendency to read, surf around, or occasionally just pace the house. I also grew up on a farm, so on nights when the moon was light enough, I would go walk in the pasture if I was feeling especially restless. This was definitely one of those nights.
I pulled on a pair of jeans and some shoes figuring a walk would help me relax. Stepping out onto the porch, some movement near the barn caught my eye. In the light, I could make out the figure of a man carrying something. The sound of the door opening must have alerted him because he started coming towards me.
The distance from our porch to the stock barn is about 25 yards, so it wasn’t a terribly large distance and even in the dim light I was able to realize the man had a pistol. My heart racing, I backed into the house and deadbolted the door. Living in a small town in rural East Texas, the door had been unlocked before. Terrified, I stumbled into my parent’s room and woke my father.
I told him I’d seen a man with a pistol in our backyard, and he quickly grabbed his pistol and told my mom to call the authorities. Since we lived far out, it would be 20 or so minutes before we would see any officers, so my dad and I went out to check on the animals. When we stepped outside it was silent. There was no sign of anyone in our yard, so we walked briskly towards the barn where I’d seen the man.
We had (at the time) a few cattle, goats, a bad-tempered donkey, about a half-dozen chickens, and my mangy old cat, Velcro. None of them were to be seen, the barn was completely empty. They slept close by, and the goats weren’t penned at night, but they always slept inside the barn. Something had clearly spooked them out of their sleep.
We did a quick sweep of the area and found that someone had tried to force the door to the attached tool shed open and failed, but otherwise, nothing else. So we called the authorities, but they didn’t find much either. I wondered if I’d imagined the whole thing. The next morning though, I awoke to a sight that will haunt me forever.
In the morning when we went out to collect the eggs we had a pretty horrible surprise. Of all the places we’d looked, we never thought to check inside the chicken coop (which was a pretty large area). Apparently, whoever this guy was had decided to hide out in there when we came outside. Every one of our chickens was dead (we assume to keep them quiet).
While we were leaning against the coop relaxing and drinking our beers, this guy had been inside of it, tormenting our chickens the entire time.
44. We Saw It Plane As Day
A few years ago, my wife and I were driving through the national forest about an hour outside our town headed to a neighboring town. We were on a two-lane main highway coming over a hill when we both saw a large passenger plane billowing smoke and fire as it descended towards the forest. It was so close to us we could see the people’s faces in the windows.
We both watched, stunned, as the plane disappeared over the hill next to us. There were no roads in that direction so we hurried as quick as we could to the town that was about 20 minutes away. When we got there, we asked some people we knew if there were any reports about the plane crash or if anyone had heard anything.
They looked at us like we were crazy. There was no plane crash, no reported emergencies, nothing. My wife and I spent many hours discussing what we each saw in detail. There is no question we both saw the people in the windows. We both saw the flames and smoke. The plane was about the size of a 737. We have had a few strange experiences around the national forests, but this was by far the strangest.
45. Ghostly Endeavours
My best friend’s family used to have a “ghost” according to her mom. It was from when they lived in their old house, and her mom told me they would find keys and stuff in places they had already looked. The story that got me though, was about when my friend’s mom was supposed to pick up her husband’s suit from the dry cleaner because he had an interview or something.
She had gotten caught up in stuff and hadn’t had a chance to go pick up the suit, so when her husband got home, she followed him into the bedroom to tell him she hadn’t gotten it. But then, suddenly, she realized that the suit was right there on the bed. She had no idea how it got there. She still had the ticket for the dry cleaners.
46. Guardian Angel
Let me begin by saying I was born in 1998. This is by far the weirdest experience I’ve had. Anyway, I’m not much of a dreamer, but when I do dream it’s usually very lucid and memorable. I had a dream that my mother was alone in an old, really poor-looking house with my newborn sister and was waiting for my dad to get home.
It was dark out and my mother was anxious waiting at the door hoping my father would show up. The house was a one-room structure with only four or five candles illuminating it. I was casually talking to my mother saying it’s all okay and just reassuring her that everything is okay. Suddenly my mother looked at me and was thanking me for being with her while she was alone and for protecting her.
The next thing I know I wake up. I thought it was an odd dream but didn’t think much of it after I showered and went to work. Fast forward three days. It’s a Friday night and my parents and I are outside in my front yard sitting around a fire talking. And my parents began to joke about how my mother used to pop my father’s bike tires when they lived in Mexico. My parents are Mexican and came to the US in ’95.
I ask what’s the story behind that, and they begin to explain to me that back when my sister was born in 1991, they lived in an old shack in a poor part of a small town in Mexico for a year. My father had the habit of going out on his bike with friends to drink and not coming home until the next morning, so my mother would pop the tires on his bike so he wouldn’t leave. I laughed and didn’t think much else until they continued on about it.
My mother said she’d be terrified of being home alone in the tiny home because they lived in an alley known as “El callejon de la Llorona,” which translates to “Alley of the weeping woman.” For those unfamiliar, the weeping woman is an urban legend in Mexico about a ghost woman who roams areas of Mexico and even parts of the US, weeping for her missing kids. Naturally, an alley named after the ghost is going to be terrifying as all get out.
My mother continued on by saying how terrified she was in that house all alone and how she would wait praying for my father to come home. My father then made a joke saying something along the lines of, “Why did you want me there, you claimed your guardian angel was protecting you.” At this point I thought, “Wow, weird.”
So I asked my mom more and she told me that she one night was visited by a man who seemingly came out of the wall, but she felt comfort and familiarity around him. He sat and spoke to her reassuring her it’s okay before the man seemingly walked back into the wall. My mother said that after this, she felt a strong calmness around and was no longer afraid of being there.
This tripped me out, considering I was born in ’98 and I had never heard a thing about my mother’s story until after I had that dream. I’m not sure if it’s just a coincidence or if it’s something more complex.
47. Locked in
Back when I was in college there was an old dormitory that was empty and locked up. The first-floor windows were covered up with thick black curtains and the doors had chains and padlocks on them. One night, a giant thud startled behind us on the same floor we were on. Nobody could have been there because we went through those rooms and we would have noticed somebody else slamming a door right behind us.
48. The Godmother
My godmother’s friend, who I’ll refer to as Jim, had a son about ten years ago. Jim’s father crossed over the rainbow bridge about a year before the son was born, and the family always kept a picture of him on top of their TV in the living room. Jim’s son, Timmy, looked at the picture frequently but never asked who the man was.
One day, Jim was on the second floor of his house, while Timmy, who was 3 or 4 years old at the time, was in the backyard on the patio near the family’s in-ground pool. Jim told Jimmy never to go in the pool when he was alone, so Tim wasn’t worried. Unfortunately, Jim suddenly heard a splash. Panicked, he raced down the stairs, and just as he reaches the first floor, he hears the splashing stop.
Fearing the worst, Jim steps out onto the patio. Surprisingly, Timmy was standing there, soaked, but unharmed. Jim grabbed his son and dried him off and asked him what had happened. Timmy replied simply by saying, “I fell in the water, but then the man on top of the TV saved me.”
49. Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner
Last night, I was on the phone with my mom, and she told me to come over for dinner. Everything was going great. Then suddenly she comes out with, “Janet is going to be there!” I was like, very funny mom, great one. But in my head, I was thinking that’s really not funny, why would you say something like that? Then my mom keeps going on with this. “You haven’t seen her in forever, it’ll be nice, etc.”
Here’s the thing. Janet died last year! I have a vivid memory of it. I did not attend the funeral, but I remember everyone talking about it and making a scene of it because she passed on so young. She had cancer and I remember her husband coming to visit and being very depressed. I never saw her body or anything, but I’m 1000% certain this woman is gone and I remember many family members talking about it.
I never saw the body or visited her grave, and I wasn’t that close with her so I never had much grief over it. But I have vivid memories of her passing on and my relatives being depressed over it. I was really weirded out by my mom on the phone, and finally, I came out and said, “Janet’s dead, what are you talking about?” And my mom just kept talking like it was ridiculous or like I was kidding around.
She jokingly said, “She’s back!” or something like that. I asked my dad later on and he looked at me like I was insane. I also couldn’t find the obituary online—but I never looked for it to begin with. Lo and behold, Janet comes to dinner. I remember getting a really creepy feeling when I walked in and saw her sitting there, but everyone was acting perfectly normal.
Nothing extraordinary happened, but we sat around talking for a long time. The eerie part is that I was sitting around having dinner with the same people I remember talking about Janet’s passing with. Some of my aunts were there, and I distinctly remember last year one of them crying over it and being in the same spot. The memories didn’t clear up once I saw her, and I still know what I saw/heard a year ago. It’s just…very bizarre.
50. Kentucky Fried Creepy
This happened around eight years back, my two teenage male cousins were staying over at our house for the weekend during their summer break. So instead of going out for a drive, my mom suggested we walk to a KFC in our neighborhood. It was about an hour/hour and a half walk. Later, as we were walking home, we started going through alleyways between houses as a shortcut instead of the main street route.
As we were passing the last alleyway shortcut before continuing back on the main road, I felt a weird sensation, like a faint magnetic pulse waved through me. My mom and cousins later confirmed the same sensation at the same spot. We emerged on the main road and it was completely silent. It was like the world was put on mute and everything seemed very familiar but quite weird at the same time.
The roads/houses looked way older, they had cracks in them and the paint was almost completely faded away or chipped. To our left was a roundabout, which now was completely gone and there were freakishly tall trees in its place. To our right was the road that we had to take to get back to the house, we could see the small grocery store we passed on our way to KFC, yet the neon lights were much brighter and in different colors.
We stood there bewildered by it all. My mom lived in this area before I was born and we can basically navigate blindfolded through it. It’s usually alive with people and stray cats 24/7. I thought we can go back and retrace our steps but when we looked back at the alleyway we came from it was PITCH BLACK DARKNESS and it was just emitting creepiness…
My mom just said to keep walking back to the house. We walked for what felt like 30 minutes. It was like we were walking on a treadmill while staring at a large image. We finally started to get closer and I glanced at my watch again and it was 9:32 pm! Two minutes only?!? Even on normal days that distance would take at least 5 minutes if you were walking REALLY fast.
We were joking around to lighten the mood but we were all obviously freaking out but trying to maintain our cool. We made it down two roads and finally reached the house. I had quite a few pet cats then and they usually run up to us when we get back to the house, this time only a few of them were around and they kept a huge distance away from us while standing still and staring at us like they had seen a ghost.
I remember going to my room and sitting on my bed looking out of my window trying to make sense of what happened but I couldn’t shake the creepy feeling. The world felt terrible, not a single sound, not even a breeze. The trees were still like rocks and everything had an eerie feeling to it. I looked at my clock again and it was around 9:40/9:45pm…which again, is impossible for the distance we covered.
I forced myself to sleep that night and when I woke up in the morning everything was back to normal. We went out for a drive to backtrack our steps and it was back to normal, everything was clean and new. I can’t explain it.
51. This Split Is Bananas
Last night, around 11, I was getting ready for the next day. I was packing for the gym that I visit right after work every other day. I packed all the necessities in my bag and went to the kitchen to get bananas I had prepared for right after the workout. There were four bananas in one bunch. I had ripped two off and left two in the fridge. I packed the two I’ve taken and spent some more time watching YouTube videos.
However, I got worried that the fruit will wither in my bag through the night, so I took them out and put them back in the fridge and wrote myself a note that I left on the table saying “bananas” and to not forget them the next morning. Then I went to sleep. Right after I woke up and went through the bathroom routine, I went to the kitchen.
As I was remembering what I should do, I took the bananas out and immediately and unmistakably noticed that they were again in a bunch, naturally connected. I have never before been so sure that it was an impossible error. I knew it in my guts and when I ripped them again, listening to the sound of them being torn, I knew that yesterday’s act of doing it was erased.
My mind was speeding to cross out all the possibilities and the last one was eliminated when I saw the piece of paper saying “bananas” on the table. It was not a dream. Two of the fruits were in my bag for good 10 minutes and now they were again a bunch, not glued, not taped, not placed next to each other, a holding bunch.
I examined the fridge, there were no more fruits in the whole apartment. As I mentioned, I live alone, no outside involvement was possible. Now, the most terrifying part begins. Immediately, and I mean IMMEDIATELY, afterward I was 100% positive that I encountered an error that had only one possible explanation: That I do not live in a real world.
I began to feel that this glitch was not important. I caught myself getting ready for work feeling easy and THAT was when a shiver crossed my spine. Something, some unknown force, a program encoded in my bones, wanted me to forget it, to ignore it. It is still so strong that I have trouble writing it. There are constant glitches, and something wants us to forget them.
52. Wake-Up Call
I was about 6 or 7 when this happened to me. I used to sleep in my parent’s room often. I would kick my dad out to sleep in my bed so I could sleep with my mom. I woke up in the middle of the night and something compelled me to walk back to my room. I looked at my dad and saw him sound asleep. Then I had this urge to look out the window.
Now my room faces the street and there’s a street lamp that provides some light. I can also see the front porch from my window as well. Anyways, I saw a shadow of this boy, just standing there on the front porch. It seemed like he was wearing 1930’s attire with a newsboy cap. I’m staring at this shadow for a few minutes, confused.
So, I go back to my parent’s room thinking I’ve gone crazy. There was a nightlight in the room that faintly illuminated the room, just like the streetlamp outside of the house. I was already under the covers when I saw the same shadow of the boy next to my side of the bed. I couldn’t see any facial features or anything. It was just a black shadow of this boy.
I called out ‘Hello?’ several times to this shadow but it didn’t respond. I eventually gave up and put the blanket over my head and snuggled closer to my mom and fell asleep. That’s probably the creepiest thing that has happened to me.
53. The Lion King
Every time I have watched The Lion King someone I know has crossed over the rainbow bridge. Happened 3 times when I was a child. Always happened the same way. We’d be watching it as a family, and then the phone would ring during the movie and we would receive the news of a relative dying. No one in my family has watched that movie since.
54. About Time
As a child, my parents ALWAYS introduced me to everyone that ever came to our house. I was taught to shake hands and say “Hi, my name is ____. What is yours?” This was a rule that could not be broken. One night when I was 7-8, I had a bad dream about being old. I went out to the living room to talk to my Dad, who always used to play with Legos with me when I had a bad dream.
This time, we got the Legos out, but there was a man in a chair. I went to introduce myself, and to my surprise my dad shooed me away, got out my Legos, and proceed to talk to the man instead of play with me. The man and my father talk for some time about things I don’t understand, and neither say a word to me. It was weird, but I was young and the Legos were fun.
Eventually, I forgot the whole thing and went to bed. I never thought about it again. Fast forward 12 years. I head to bed one night after having a beer or two with some friends and immediately start, from what I can tell, lucid dreaming. I’ve never had a dream this vivid since or before. In the dream, I am sitting in a chair talking to my dad about what I have done with my life.
He is happier than usual and very interested. In the distance I hear a young person calling for him. He gets up, walks out of the room, and returns a minute later with me as a child and box of Legos. Young me approaches me, my dad shoos child me away, so young me goes and plays with Legos. My dad and I commence talking about the danger of the butterfly effect and how everything could change if we spoke.
He insists we wait until young me falls asleep to continue talking about the future. I then have two more similar dreams where I see myself from the perspectives of mysterious forgotten people and situations. All with my father, all discussing time travel, my future life, and the consequences of changing things. I woke up absolutely convinced I had time traveled or the ghost of Christmas past decided he wanted to take an off-season shift.
It took me a week to rationalize it and still gives me the willies just typing it out.
55. The Fear Factor
So, a little background: I’m a Navy kid and I moved all around the east coast until my dad retired when I was 14. When I was about 8 or 9, we lived in Newport, Rhode Island in your standard Navy housing development. The units on our street were recently remodeled, but my best friend at the time lived in the only unit on the street that wasn’t.
His name was Michael, and we’d hang out all the time after school and on the weekends. He’d always sleepover at my house, but never let me stay over at his house. I’d only ever been in his house twice, and I’m about to tell you why. The second time I was at Michael’s house, we were sitting in his living room watching Power Rangers.
It’s early afternoon and his mom is making us lunch. Michael’s mom yells out “Gosh darn it! Why didn’t anyone tell me we’re out of cheese?” or something along those lines. She comes into the living room to tell us she’s running to the NEX convenience store down the road to pick up some cheese. She leaves and we continue watching TV.
We never left the chairs we were in while Michael’s mom was gone. About 10 minutes later she gets back to the house and heads to the kitchen and SCREAMS out loud. It made both Michael and I literally jump out of our chairs in fright, then we both start laughing because we thought she was playing a joke on us. I turned around expecting her to be standing there, but she was still in the kitchen.
She yells “Michael?! Michael?!” and we go running into the kitchen. “Michael, did you do this?” We both shake our heads. Every cabinet was open. The refrigerator was open. All the drawers were pulled out to the point just before they’d fall out of the counter. Michael’s mom tells us to go to my house to finish watching our shows and as we’re leaving, she calls Michael’s dad, crying.
We get to my house and finish watching Power Rangers and then whatever show was on after that. Michael says he better go home and find out what’s going on and leaves. I tell my mom what happened and she explains that Michael’s mom has been experiencing lots of weird things over at their place and tells me I’m not allowed back in his house. I was unaware of any of this and my mom says it’s because they don’t like to talk about it.
56. International House Of Panic
My parents were on a small island in Florida on vacation and there were not many places to eat. They drove around and randomly found a restaurant. They said there weren’t many cars in the parking lot, which made what they saw inside even more weird. They walk into the doors and see a very full restaurant of people. Everyone stops, stares, and smiles at them. Everyone.
Then they go back to what seemed like scripted conversations while still looking at my parents. The hostess comes up to them and smiled and simply said, “Sorry, everything is full. You should go now.” The phrase my mom and dad kept using was “they were like actors…” My parents left as instructed. They couldn’t stop talking about what happened the next day and decided to go back and see it again.
They drove all over the small island and never found the restaurant. My parents hate telling this story and hate when I ask about it. Visible goosebumps appear on their arms immediately at the mention of it.
57. Ghostly Connection
When my mom was 9 years old, her mother kicked her out of the house for the day and told her to go play. My mom did so, and pretty soon her father joined her and played with her for a few hours, which was unheard of him to do since he was a stern, unemotional man. When she got home, she made a chilling discovery. She found out she had been locked out of the house for the day because her father had succumbed to stomach cancer the night before, and her mother wanted to be alone for the day to make arrangements.
58. The Haunted House
I grew up in a haunted house… So, I have many of these stories. This house was three stories tall and 5,000 square ft. It was moderately new. It was built in the ‘60s, located in the middle of the woods. Creepy enough, without the haunted part. One time we were all watching tv downstairs in the “basement” (basically just the ground level floor at the bottom of the house.)
The kitchen is right above the tv room. It’s nearly 10 pm. All of a sudden, we hear what sounds like a man with work boots on, stomping through the kitchen. We pause the movie and all look at each other, like, “Oh no, not this again.” My grandpa tells us to stay downstairs. He goes upstairs and returns about 5 minutes later.
“All the doors are locked. All the lights are off. There is no one in the house.” We all just stare at each other completely freaked out.. and resume watching the movie. When I was little, I used to see black figures walking around the upstairs section of the house. We had this balcony, thing, that overlooked the library/conversation room.
That balcony connected to my grandparent’s room– their room connected to a bathroom– the bathroom connected to the sewing room– the sewing room connected to the staircase landing, that connected to the other side of the balcony. So, it was all a big loop. That floor, in itself, was extremely haunted. When my sister and I used the bathroom, we went together, in case something bad happened.
One time we were in my grandparent’s bathroom and she was peeing. I was standing next to the sink and saw something move out of the corner of my eye, in my grandparent’s bedroom doorway. I looked and saw a huge black figure walking around the room. I started screaming “black thing! Black thing!” and my sister and I jumped up and ran through the sewing room, towards the stairs..
As were running, we heard the “black thing” running through the bedroom and across the balcony. We could hear it running behind us as we went down the stairs, then it stopped once we reached the kitchen. Crazy.
59. Hey Little Sister
I just had the strangest experience today. I was in the kitchen getting dinner ready and was about to tell my daughter to get ready because her father and sister will be home shortly. I froze because I only have one child, but at that moment in time, my heart and soul knew and loved this non-existent child. At the same time, I realized what was happening, I had deja vu of a girl running around the living room who wasn’t my (real) daughter.
However, in that memory she was. All of this happened in less than a second, but now I have this strange sense of loss. It’s more than a little unsettling!
60. Sleeping In Fear
This sounds really crazy and I don’t care if you don’t believe me, but here are the facts: For years, I’d go through periods where when I was trying to fall asleep, I’d see a bunch of faces when I closed my eyes. They were all angry faces, very angry and menacing. They’d come towards me then kind of fade off to the sides, two rows, one on each side.
Sometimes it was just angry eyes. Human, animal, cartoon – all very angry. It took a long time to realize that when I saw these faces, it meant I was about to dream about a place I actually really liked. The place only existed in my dreams but it was like an alternate universe for me. I had memories of that place like anyone does about their childhood, but it didn’t exist.
I don’t want to expand on the dream place because I’m trying to get back there again and I don’t want to ruin my chances. I told a few people once about this place, specific things I remember. Then a few nights later the angry faces were back and I was all excited about “going” to my favorite place again. When I got there, various people who lived there, people I “knew” and liked, suddenly had angry faces, like the ones that usually come before I “go” to this place.
They shot me. Three times. In three different rooms. Twice I woke up after getting shot. I didn’t wake up in real life, but I woke up in my dream. I thought, “Wow, I’m glad I made it through that,” looked over, saw another old “friend” with a now-angry face, and get shot again. I didn’t wake up the third time. This “shooting” happened about 7-8 years ago.
I’ve really missed the place. I keep trying to force myself to remember the angry faces, thinking if I can fall asleep visualizing them, they might show up. Nothing ever worked, until two years ago when I had an experience I’ll never forget. I was dreaming I was in some kind of street market, either an old-timey one or one located in a country that wasn’t at all modern.
A woman was leaning over a well in the middle of the town square, she was wearing a large-brimmed, purple hat. She looked right at me. An angry face, like the old days. I was both freaked out and kind of relieved. Like somehow, I wasn’t forgotten by that place and those people I used to “visit.” That was two years ago. I now work in a hotel in the heart of downtown Chicago.
I see a lot of people on the street. I sold my car last winter and take public transportation, so I see more people now than I used to when I’d just drive by in my car. I’m in crowds fairly often. And six months ago, I saw that woman. I wasn’t dreaming. I checked. That woman from the well was there, and she had her angry face on.
In the last six months or so, I’ve seen 10-12 more people who were glaring at me, the way those faces used to. Then the people disappear into the crowd when I try to follow them. I’m kind of scared but I’m also kind of thrilled. I know I sound crazy, but these people might be following me around in real life now. I still can’t get back to that place I used to go to, though.
61. There’s Jet Lag, And Then There’s This
My brother was taking a trip out west. From my dad’s perspective, he dropped my brother off at the airport before work. My brother was supposed to have over an hour before his flight, followed by a four-hour flight. After work, about eight hours later, my dad received a phone call from my brother. So, from dad’s perspective, my brother should have been at his destination for less than three hours.
But, to my brother, he took his flight, got to his destination, was picked up by his friends, went to dinner, spent the night, spent the following day sightseeing, and called my dad that evening. He thought he had been there over 24 hours. The confusion ended in a weird argument, but both stuck to their version of events and both have things like printouts of flights to prove that they were right. I have no idea how either dad lost a day, or my brother gained one.
62. It Doesn’t Hold Water
This isn’t super freaky or anything, but one time I walked back from my first class to my dorm room and sat on my futon while talking to my roommate. She was pretty tired and while in the middle of talking and ruffling through her backpack she gets quiet and pulls out her agenda. It is soaked through with water. Everything else in her backpack was perfectly dry, and we were both searching it for any moisture.
She hadn’t taken her agenda out of her backpack in a week and hadn’t put any water bottles in her backpack within that week to get it wet. It hadn’t rained for a week and a half so we were both mystified by where this water came from. I just assumed she was too tired to remember properly. But the story doesn’t end there.
So I was still sitting on the futon and I stood up. The area of one of my legs that was pressed against the futon was completely soaked through with water. No other part of me was wet. There was no liquid near me at all. Once again, although a portion of my pants was soaked, none of the surrounding material was wet. The area of the futon my pants were pressed against was perfectly dry. My roommate and I were never able to come up with an explanation.
63. Rescue Me
I once had a weird dream where I was driving home and listening to some oldies. It was raining a bit and the wind was quite heavy. After a while, I saw a heavily damaged car on the left side of the road. The driver must have hit a tree. I stopped my car to call the ambulance and to look for the driver. It was a woman in her mid-20s with short curled blonde hair.
She was unconscious and there was some blood. She wasn’t breathing, so I dragged her out of the car to give her first aid. After a while, I heard the sirens of the ambulance. I shortly looked in the direction of where the ambulance was coming and then back to the woman. She suddenly had her eyes wide open and a look of total terror on her face. The dream then ended there.
Some weeks ago, we celebrated my 25th birthday. I got some awesome presents but one was very special. My uncle made a photo collage of my family. He found them in an old box as he mentioned. I already had some shots so I decided to put it in the corner of my room with the other presents. When I was about to leave the room, the collage fell over so I turned back to arrange it properly.
While doing it I glanced over the photos. I’ve never seen old pictures of my parents before, so I was quite curious after all. There was a wedding photo of my parents. I recognized my dad, he looked really sharp in his suit. Next to him was a lady—she was gorgeous and pregnant. It looked like she had some wounds and/or scars at her arm and at her neck. Then it all kicked in.
She was the woman I dragged out of the car to give first aid. My whole body trembled. I immediately ran to my dad to ask what happened back then. He told me she had a car accident 25 years ago. When the ambulance and law enforcement arrived, she was laying on the street and a man was running away from her body. The doctor told my dad if my mother hadn’t received first aid in that situation, she may have lost her unborn child because of lack of oxygen.
I was still trembling at this moment and could not get a single word out of my mouth. After some time I just went back to my party guests. But I didn’t feel like celebrating anymore. It was all so weird.
64. The Vacation
When I was younger, we went on a vacation in Maine. A few nights into our stay at this house my parents started hearing singing at night. They said that it would start and stop for about 20-30 minutes. The first few nights they didn’t think much of it. The next day my parents found photos of a “boy’s choir” that was there during the 1920s.
65. Mixed Messages
I’m a newlywed. We’d been married less than a month when I woke up at 5:30 am next to my husband’s sleeping form and saw a notification on my phone. It was a text from him, he’s in my phone under “Sam <3.” It was sent at midnight. It said, “Who is this?” Now, I was pretty sure that Sam had been stretched out next to me, snoring away at midnight.
I’m a light sleeper and it’s likely I would’ve awoken if he had gotten out of bed or turned on his phone. Still, stranger things have happened. I figured he was playing a weird joke on me or something. I decided to play along so I wrote back: “Who is this?” Seconds later I got a reply that sent chills down my spine. It said: “I asked you first.”
I could feel Sam pressed against my right side, warm and breathing regularly. I looked at his nightstand and confirmed that his phone was still there, dark and silent. Me: “Seriously who is this? Why are you coming up on my phone under one of my contact names?” Sam <3: “What name am I under?” Me: “Obviously there’s some crossed wires somewhere. We don’t know each other.”
Sam <3: “Are you in (town I live in)?” Me: “Yes….are you?” Sam <3: “Yes.” Me: “Ok there ya go. Wires are crossed. It’s weird but I’m sure it happens.” Sam <3: “We must live near each other. What street are you on?” I’m trying to change the subject because I definitely do not want to tell this person the street I’m on. So I ask, “Do I come up on your phone under someone else’s name?”
Sam <3: “I was looking through my contacts and I saw one I didn’t remember creating under the name Wi-Fi, with a heart built like this <3 next to it. Lol I was just curious who this is. I live on Violet St., btw.” I went cold. My husband’s nickname for me is Wi-Fi but pronounced “wife-y.” It’s a silly inside joke. No one knows about it but us…or so I had thought—and that’s not the worst part.
We live on Violet St. Also, we both make little “<3” next to each other’s name. And something about this person’s writing style was so familiar. I confirmed that my husband was still slumbering next to me. His phone was still on the nightstand. Someone was messing with me. I turned my phone off, got up and got ready for work.
Later that morning I showed the texts to Sam, who was completely baffled. His phone had no messages on it. He texted me to test things out and his message “hi” popped up right underneath the last message the other “Sam” had sent to me. I assumed it was someone playing a joke on me, or maybe it really was some technical glitch.
As the days have passed I keep thinking, what if that was Sam? A Sam in an alternative reality where we never met? My husband and I have texted each other since with no problems. I tried to put the incident out of my head, but yesterday I started scrolling up to find the messages. They’re gone. I did not delete them. They’re just gone.
If it is another Sam in a different reality, am I there too? If I ever hear from him again should I tell him to find me? I love him so much. I want all his versions to be happy.
66. Crazy House Story
I came home from work one day to find my door partially opened, my cat sitting on my porch, Internet Explorer opened on my computer (this was about 4 years ago…but I never used IE in the first place, so that’s creepy in itself and I still don’t know how that happened). The next day someone burned my house down.
67. I Hardly Know Her!
This morning, before work, I stopped by the supermarket close to my house to buy some pens and a clipboard. I walked in a rush because I was already late and quickly grabbed the items and made my way to the front. I sat my items on the conveyor belt and looked up and there was no cashier behind the counter. You know that strange feeling you get when you know someone is staring at you? Or standing too close?
I started to feel that way. I turned to my right and this beautiful woman was standing right beside me. Probably late 20s with long brown hair and blue eyes. She wasn’t a comfortable arm’s length apart, she was less than a meter away. I looked up at her as she smiled at me. You know the way people look at you when you know them very well? Like, know them deeply?
That is the look this woman was giving me. “Did you call for help yet? Do they know we are standing here?” she said like we were more than acquainted. I just stared at her. The way she said that combined with the way she looked at me made me feel so uneasy, like we had come here together though I had never seen her in my life. “No, not yet,” I replied to her.
She walked around the side of the counter and looked into the manager’s office that was behind the end of the registers. The cashier came out of the back room and apologized for the wait. I only half heard what she said because I watched the woman come around the counter, smiling a beautiful toothy grin and looking at me the whole time.
“I got herrrr,” the smiling woman said in a playful tone before bouncing right back next to me, close enough that I crossed my arms to keep our hands from touching. Close enough that I could smell her hair. I looked up at the clerk and realized that this wasn’t strange to her but that she definitely thought we were together. “Yall doing okay today?” said the cashier.
The woman beside me bounced back to one of those candy racks they have by the register and said, “Oh yeah! I needed gum, remember?” I just stared as she put the gum on my clipboard and came to rest again close to me. I backed away and looked at her, my face had to be as confused as it ever has been. She looked at me, smiling still, and then stopped. “What?” she said.
I looked down at the gum on my clipboard and back up to her again. “What?” she said again, this time with worry in her voice. I looked at the cashier who was confused and then back to the woman who was now looking down at the gum with no expression on her face. She looked back up at me and this time, she looked at me like you would expect from someone you had never met in a grocery store.
The smile, gone from her voice, she said, “Sorry.” She took a few steps back. I quickly ran my card through and grabbed my bag from the corral. I turned back to the woman who looked lost and confused. I walked back to my car, the experience still fresh in my mind and instead of leaving, I waited, hoping there would be an answer walk out of those doors.
Maybe she had a husband, boyfriend, significant other who has a long beard and blue eyes as I do. Maybe she embarrassingly mistook me for that man. I waited for a lot longer than it should have taken for her to ring up the gum that she had grabbed. Finally, she emerged with the gum in hand and an expressionless look on her face all alone. She got in her orange Kia Soul with a Hello Kitty plushy hanging from the mirror and drove away.
I took off to work and that quickly consumed my thought processes. On the way home a few minutes ago, I remembered my dog was out of food. I pulled into the same supermarket and grabbed a bag. I got to the register and the same cashier came to the till. “You’re back again, I see,” she said, “and without the girl this time.” “Yeah, did you notice that woman? I didn’t know her at all! She was acting so weird.”
The woman kind of half smirks as she gives me my receipt, “To be honest,” she said, “I thought you were being a jerk.” I looked confused at her again, “What do you mean?” “I was watching the camera earlier when you guys came in together. There was a man in the same aisle you two walked to who I thought was putting printer cartridges in his backpack.”
“I watched you two look at the pens for a second then walk to the register but I didn’t come out because I was sure that guy was stealing ink. Never found out because that girl came and got me.” “What do you mean came in together?” I said. “She walked in with you, stood behind you while you grabbed your pens and walked with you to the register, then you acted as if you had never met her.”
Goosebumps my friends. That chill took over me like a freaking breeze from a deep freezer. “Ma’am,” I said, “I had never met that woman in my life.” At 31 years old, I can say definitively that this is the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me.
68. Duck Hunting And Dreaming
When I was about 10, my father and his friends had gone duck hunting and weren’t due back until late that night. Around midnight my father and his friends came home and the noise woke me up, so I listened at my bedroom door to hear what was going on. I found that no matter what was being said, I knew EXACTLY what the next person was going to say. It was like I had dreamed the entire conversation just before waking up.
I grew more and more freaked out as I started actually whispering to myself the exact statement the next person was going to say, a full 2 to 5 seconds before they said it.
69. Dine With The Devil
We used to own a racetrack in Ohio years ago, but we lived in southeast PA. You had to take the turnpike to get there in any reasonable amount of time, and one of the times my mother, my sister, and I were together to go meet my stepdad who was driving separately with a trailer to haul equipment. We got off at an exit after paying a toll and headed off into a strip mall with a bunch of rinky-dink looking buildings.
They had a diner, though, and we hadn’t eaten since we left four hours before, so we stopped in. The food sucked and was completely tasteless. People stared at us the whole time. It wasn’t dark like a cave, just not a ton of windows. There were some, enough for ambient light. Like a Denny’s if the power went out, that sort of thing. And an unreasonable number of people, we noticed, had bandages on them.
The only person who said a word to us was the girl who took our order, who also rang us up at the end. We decided not eating was better than going back there, so we wrote down the exit in a little journal we’d been keeping in the glove compartment so we knew not to make that mistake again. A couple of hours later we get to the track and my stepdad asks how everything went.
We said it was uneventful but told him we’d recorded a real whopper for the journal and not to take the exit we’d marked because it was garbage. He gets really excited and we’re all kind of wondering why. He tells us he thinks we ate ghost food and that the people in the diner were vampires. He wouldn’t stop talking about it for like ten minutes and it was making my sister uncomfortable.
We have the race weekend, it’s time to drive all the way back. He asks me if I want to come with him, since he had to drive alone the way there. I say sure. Two hours in, he pulls off. I think it’s weird because we ate a gigantic breakfast before we left. I didn’t recognize it at first coming from the other direction, but eventually it occurs to me he’s going to the diner’s exit.
He wants to see it for himself. He stops to pay the toll, doesn’t mention our story, but he asks if there’s a diner at the exit to make sure he has the right one. The guy’s answer was chilling. He says there was one, but it burned down. Okay, so there weren’t vampires, but what a coincidence. We just eat there and then right after, in the span of two and a half days, they have a freak accident.
This almost intrigues him more than the supernatural bit, and I am one hundred percent on board for checking it out. We drive over, same humdrum strip mall, except where we went to eat it’s just this charred mess. No vehicles, no tape, and they’d cleaned the area around it well. We go to get back on the turnpike, and these poor toll guys are stuck in a booth hardly bigger than they are, so it’s the same dude we talked to before.
Anyway, my stepdad’s like, I thought you said there was a diner there. Guy says, there was, like I told you, burned down. He asked if they’d figured out yet what caused it, was it a grease fire or what, that kind of thing. The guy says, “Yet?” “Yeah, it had to have been in the last two or three days, they didn’t investigate it? It wasn’t on the news?” Then the guy says, “Oh, we know what happened. It was on the news when it happened, eight years ago.”
It sounds ridiculous, and cliché, and there are tons of stories like it. I know what I saw, it was the same exit, the same distance from the road, same buildings save for the one.
70. Detailed Dreamer
When I was younger (up until about the age of 9 or so) I would have extremely vivid, detailed dreams about things only to “re-live” them a day or two later. I still remember my third grade ‘meet your teacher day’, where I woke up that morning fervently telling my parents that I didn’t want to go because I had a dream where I would get hurt there. As we were leaving the room, some kids were running through the halls and one of them smashed right into me and broke my nose.
71. Future Shock
I had an experience in 1992 that I’ve never been able to explain. I lived in a townhouse and had a daughter Emily who was a toddler. While I was at home and awake during the day, I found myself somewhere else, but it felt like the here and now moment. I was standing in “my” kitchen in the dark, at night, in front of a sliding glass door. I turned, mounting a short flight of stairs and opened the first door on the left, entering Emily’s bedroom.
She was a teenager, wearing glasses, lying on the bed in her tiny square room, reading a hefty textbook. I greeted her, then proceeded down the hall, opening the door to the room directly in front of me. My son Robert was lying on his bed reading a comic book. The room was long and rectangular. At that point, my experience faded out and I was back in my townhouse.
I thought it was amazing I’d seen both of my kids, at some time in the future, when the “me” in 1992 realized I didn’t have a son named Robert. I seemed to exist simultaneously with this other “me,” who screamed in my head,”Where’s Robert?” because that “me” knew I had two kids and the thought of the younger one not existing was unbearable.
After a few minutes the other “me” faded away, so there was only me in 1992. I felt at the time I’d had a vision of the future and told all my friends about it. The following year, my husband and I bought a house and I recognized the layout the first time I saw it. Emily had a choice of two possible bedrooms and picked the smaller, square one, the first door at the top of the stairs.
I developed a habit of looking out the kitchen sliding door in the dark, where I could see the stars, without being bitten by mosquitoes. My son Robert was born in 1995 and eventually moved into the long rectangular bedroom. Did my vision ever come true? No, it didn’t. Emily never wore glasses, Robert had a bunk bed in his room. So many details were similar, but there were some discrepancies.
72. Fifth Avenue Freakout
Something happened to me years ago when I was in NY. I was on Fifth Avenue near Central Park and walked toward lower Manhattan. I went maybe three blocks and decided to cut over to 4th to the East. I turned a corner, not into an alley, but a regular cross street, and the second I took one step into it, I was shocked into standing still.
The buildings and cars were gone. The noise of the city was gone. There were just trees and a field to my right. A dirt road was where the paved street and sidewalk had been. I was standing on dry dirt. The road was full of deep ruts. Further down the dirt road was a dark brown house with a low fence in front. In the road at least a block away a horse-drawn buckboard full of wood crates was creaking and bouncing on the rutted dirt road.
I was overwhelmed with panic. My mind raced. What if I was trapped there forever. I was dressed in a shorter skirt. I didn’t speak the way people of that time would speak. I had visions of being thrown into an asylum for the insane and being lost there for the rest of my life. I quickly walked backward and instantly was back on Fifth Avenue.
A man slammed into my back since I was walking in reverse. I mumbled an apology. The street I had just backed out of looked normal. The traffic was loud. My heart was pounding and I stopped a cab and got out of the city as fast as I could. Even though it was fascinating it was also terrifying.
73. Between Two Fires
Way back when, Grandpa and Grandma were driving through Pennsylvania to an old family farm. Grandpa was a city kid, and had visited the farm every summer for years as he was growing up. It was around 25 years since he had been, but he loved that farm, and wanted to introduce Grandma to his cousins and show her around the farm.
As they drove closer to the farm, Grandpa began to tell Grandma about the little town that was on the road on the way to the farm. Soon, they reached the little town. Grandpa was amazed that it hadn’t changed a bit. Towards the end of town, they saw that a hotel was on fire. The road was blocked by firemen using an old-fashioned fire wagon with a water tank pulled by horses.
They thought it was strange, but they chalked this up to being in rural Pennsylvania. Eventually, the water wagon moved, and they could drive on. They reached the farm, and after greeting Grandpa’s uncle and cousins, they shared the news of the fire at the hotel. Grandpa suggested that they all go down to see if they could help. The relatives looked shaken.
That’s when one of the cousins explained that there was no town—not anymore. About 20 years before, the hotel burned down, and the fire spread to most of the small town’s main street. After their businesses were lost, people left the town. In fact, the uncle and cousins were the last people living in the area. Grandpa and Grandma couldn’t believe it.
They had just seen the town, the fire—even smelled the smoke! Grandpa, Grandma, and some cousins got in the car and drove back to town, going back the same way they came. And the town was gone, just some burnt-out shells of a few buildings remained.
74. Two For One
At the end of last year just before Christmas vacation, I left work around 3 pm instead of the usual 5 pm. I started to drive home, and the plan was I’d get home, mow the lawn (I live in Australia, and I’d promised to get that done for my housemates), clean up, and drive the three hours to Sydney to my parents’ place to get there somewhere after dinner Friday night.
It should have gone like this: 3 pm, leave work. 3:50 pm, arrive home and start mowing. 4:30 pm, shower, clean up, dry off. 5 pm, leave for mum’s in Sydney. 8:30 pm, arrive at mum’s. What happened instead was I drove home, and rushed through to start mowing the lawn like I’d promised my flatmates. I got back inside, stripped off, got in the shower.
When I woke up, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was revived in my parents’ shower three hours away. Apparently, I’d arrived at my mum’s house before she’d come home, mowed the lawn THERE, got in the shower, and passed out from a touch of heat exhaustion. My mum came home and found my car in the driveway, the grass mown, and me in the shower a bit too long before she checked I was OK.
The thing is, she woke me in the shower at her house a little after 6 pm on Friday. Even if I’d driven breaking every speed limit for the 250km from work directly to her house, I couldn’t have reached there much before 6:30 pm, let alone drive, arrive, mow the lawn there, and shower. The distance isn’t quite three and a half hours’ worth, but it’s a tight winding city/mountain drive with city speed limits for a good third of it.
The next morning I checked with my housemates and the lawn there had indeed been mown by the time one of them had arrived home after finishing work at 5, and my grass-covered work clothes were in the corner of the bathroom. I remember mowing the lawn there. I remember stripping off to get in the shower, but I don’t remember showering, driving, or mowing the Sydney lawn.
I’d left my work clothes with grass clippings in the bathroom at my place, but in mum’s shower it was a fresh change of clothes, and I don’t remember getting into covered in grass clippings.
When my mom was about 3 years old, my grandma and grandpa moved into an apartment on the 9th floor in downtown Columbus. After they moved in, she didn’t have many friends so she developed an imaginary friend named Cathy. When he gets back my mother is playing in the corner by a window with Cathy. As soon as he walks in the dog stares straight at my mom and starts barking and snarling.
All of the hairs on his back stands straight up and he is ready to attack and my mom starts screaming and all of a sudden, the dog stops and my mom just starts crying. My grandparents are freaked out at this point and ask my mom what happened and she says that Cathy fell out of the window. After that, she never played with or mentioned Cathy again.
My Papa was laid to rest when I was ten years old. Since then, my Nana’s health deteriorated as she obviously missed him. One night, three years later, my mother woke up from a dream. In her dream, my Nana looked up from her bed and saw my Papa standing in the doorway. He said, “It’s time to go now” and offered her his hand. My mother woke up from her dream because the phone rang. My Nana had just passed.
77. I’m Not My Best Self
Yesterday my boyfriend and I went on a fairly long hike around a nature reserve in the southwest UK. It’s our go-to place when we want to get out of the city. It was a very hot day yesterday (about 31C) and we were nearing the end of the walk, so I was physically pretty tired but mentally fine. I had drunk about 2l of water over the last couple of hours so was not dehydrated, and I had been eating fruit cake so wasn’t hungry.
We got to a big rock formation which my boyfriend wanted to climb, but I didn’t want to, although I had done it before. So, he disappeared behind it to start climbing while I walked about 200 meters away to meet him at the other end of the formation. Then I stopped and looked back at the rock, feeling a little anxious, worrying that my boyfriend had hurt himself because he was taking longer than normal.
I should say here that I have had anxiety problems and low self-esteem since I was a young child, due to trauma. I am working on it, but I have always been (and see myself as) an unconfident, not independent, kind of helpless person who doesn’t believe in herself. Harsh but true. I’m below average height, with dark blonde hair, and physically weak at the moment because I’m recovering from surgery.
I am also partially deaf, as a result of the surgery, and I can’t hear higher-pitched sounds like birds singing or the sound of the wind anymore. So, back to what happened. I thought, “Where is he, I hope he’s okay, I hope I don’t need to come and rescue him,” and then suddenly, I was somebody else. My next thought was “Rescue who? I came here alone, why am I thinking that, do I need to drink more water?”
Nothing around me had changed at all, but I had become a different person with a different past, but I was also still myself. The new person I had become was a little disgusted at how she had been feeling so anxious and weak just now, because it wasn’t like her to feel that way. She was irritated by the intrusive thought.
She had a tent and all the stuff needed for solo camping in her backpack, whereas before I had only been carrying water, and she adjusted the pack, and thought about where she would set it up. She had hiked up there alone with the intention of camping there for a few days, something I had never done before, and would never even consider doing alone.
I brushed the hair out of my eyes and it was dark brown, my natural color, but shorter than it was before. She was a little taller than me but I think it was because she stood up straighter, and she was more muscular like a soldier or someone who works outside. I work at a desk and I’m not overweight, but not in shape either.
The main difference was the confidence I felt when I was her. She only needed herself and unlike me, she was practical and completely level-headed. She knew the way back to the car park and also the way to where she was going to camp—I still know this now and confirmed it on a map, even though normally I’m terrible with directions and rely on my boyfriend to navigate.
The strangest thing was that she had just had an image in her mind of my boyfriend, the guy I had been hoping to see reappearing on the rock, but she had never seen him before and she was a little weirded out for a moment that she’d had a vision of a stranger. I think she was single. She turned to go back the way I had come.
But, as I was about halfway back past the rock, I looked at it and saw my boyfriend up there. I became myself again, but now I felt very scared about what had happened, and also sad because I had felt so much stronger and determined a second before, and I had never felt that way in my life before. I looked at my hair and my arms to confirm they were how they normally were again.
The worst part? I felt like a better life had just been snatched away from me. The whole experience only lasted about five minutes but it was the strangest thing that has ever happened to me. I can’t stop thinking about how it FELT so different being someone else, and how “using” her mind to think thoughts felt so different because her personality was different.
I was a mature woman, although I was the same age, and I felt like I could defend myself, I even felt more confident moving around on the rocky terrain and could move more quickly while I was walking. I knew some things were the same, like we had the same name, but she wasn’t in pain, so I knew she hadn’t had surgery. I wasn’t craving nicotine while I was her, and I could hear the wind and the birds just like I used to be able to.
These thoughts only came after I changed back, while I “was” the other me I only thought things that made sense in her situation, like I’d only had a glimpse of the previous few minutes of my “normal” life and for her, that had been the weird experience but now she was back to normal. She was angry but it seemed like a general constant feeling of anger, and she seemed to be the type of person who looks for reasons to start fights, which is the opposite of how I am.
But she wasn’t tense and constantly worrying either. If I hadn’t seen my boyfriend I don’t know how far I would’ve walked towards the location she’d planned to camp at, which is the scariest thing to me—I started walking away from where I should be going for no reason. Would I have looked in my pack to get the tent out, only to see it wasn’t there? Or would there have been a tent in there??
Since then I’ve been fine, I didn’t have heatstroke or a headache. There’s nothing physically wrong with me that wasn’t there before, but I can’t stop thinking about it. Last night I think I had a dream where I was her again, because when I woke up I was crying and I felt like I had been very happy and now I had to go back to my normal life again, but I never remember my dreams.
78. The Creepy High School
I’ve had a few strange and creepy experiences growing up. The creepiest by far though was when I was in high school. It was summer and my mother had left her laptop home for me to use to pass the time during the day since she had left me no chores that day. Our house an old two-story building that was built in the late 1800s, early 1900s.
It has hardwood floors throughout the first floor and carpet on the second. Because of the age of the building, and the fact that the second story was a later addition, no matter where you are upstairs you can hear, and often feel when someone is walking around downstairs. If you have ever lived in an old house with hardwood floors, you understand what I’m talking about.
So, one evening I was laying out on the floor in my room whilst I used the computer. AIM was a must given the fact that it was the turn of the millennium and MSN hadn’t figured out that whole Mac/Microsoft bridge yet. I remember hearing my stepdad drive into the driveway at the back of the house. Hopping to my feet, I looked through the navy-blue curtains and could see the red hue of his burgundy Chevy Denali in the driveway.
I immediately laid back down and told my friend that I had to log off because the stepfather was home and was going to be mad that I was using my mother’s computer (even if it was with permission). Around this point I heard him set the alarm on his car, walk up the porch stairs, fumble with his keys, and lumber into the den where he heavily dropped his stuff. I cursed under my breath and hastily logged off.
Gathering up the computer, I slinked my way to the stairwell ready to take my licks. However, when I got to the stairwell, I noticed all the lights were off downstairs still. I thought that’s fine, sometimes he doesn’t turn on lights. It’s his house, he knows where stuff is. So, I force a nervous chuckle and head down the rest of the stairs; into the darkness of the first floor.
“Sorry about using her laptop… She said I could…” Silence greeted my words. Odd, I thought, usually he chides me or otherwise takes me down a notch. Thinking he is in the bathroom, I set the laptop on the couch in the den and began to leave. It was then, as my eyes finished adjusting to the light, that I noticed it. His things were not where I had thought they would be.
My heart skips a beat and my eyes fly to the window that looks into our backyard and driveway. The light is on, but there is no Denali. Fearing a burglar, I rushed to the back door only to find it locked securely. Too afraid to do anything else, I grabbed the cordless phone and hightailed it to my room; locking myself in.
This is where the experience went to a new level. Sitting in my room, panting and shaking as I held the phone, I could both hear and feel as multiple people were walking around on the hardwood floor. Some people even felt like they were stomping. Realizing that I may not be alone, I thought of the only thing a crazed teenage girl could think of, I called my friends across the street.
The first friend was a talking robot. I figured she would never answer, I was used to her busy signal, but I had to try. Punching in the number quickly, I brought the phone to my ear and waited; dial tone, three-ring, voice-mail. Darn it. I dialled up the second friend. I felt I had a chance, she was never on the phone; busy signal.
Sure, the third friend, the one I was talking to online would answer; busy signal (dial-up fml). So, I’m sitting there, listening to the footsteps and the dial tone as I’m trying to figure out if I should try the first friend again. Static crackled through the dial tone and broke my thoughts as I stared at it. Almost immediately the static shift from a crackle to laughter and I straight up opened my door and chucked the phone down the hall.
The footsteps got louder and I tried to think out a resolution to the problem. I needed the third friend off the internet. I needed someone to validate that I wasn’t going crazy and hearing things. But the only way to get her offline would be to go get the computer from the first floor. Swallowing hard, I threw open the bedroom door and made a mad dash for the computer.
I grabbed the computer and rushed back upstairs. While I was down there, I could hear the footsteps in other rooms other than the ones I was in. Rushing back into my room, I hopped back online and forced my friend to get off the internet so I could call her. Retrieving the phone from the hallway I re-locked myself in and dialled her up.
When she answered I recounted what had happened and asked her if she could hear it. For listening purposes, I made my way towards the stairwell. Eventually, it stopped and then seemed to start back up again only lights were turning on. Inching down I realized it was my mother and told the friend I would talk to her later.
After a little talk with my mother, I found out that she had been home for about 5 minutes. This had all started at about 7 pm. Even if my mother had been way off, and arrive 15 minutes before, that would still leave me with 15 minutes of unexplained phenomena.
79. The Babysitter
When I was about 7 years old I went on a walk with my babysitter. She says we should play Simon Says. At first, we walk faster, then skip, and then jog lightly. Then she says, “Simon says to run as fast as you can. Simon says turn here.” I was slightly confused but played along. As we turned down the driveway I looked back and realized the horrible truth. This was no game. There were two guys chasing after us, one with a bat and the other with a knife.
80. Riding Off Into The Sunset
I was working construction in Arizona. It was fall and about 70 degrees at night time. My buddy and I had just got done working on a multi-family development outside Yuma, on the way to Tucson. We parked the pick-up off a dirt road, on a ridge overlooking the desert floor. We had to be about 15 minutes from Interstate 8.
We both cracked a cold one and watched for the imminent and beautiful Arizona sunset. All of a sudden, about 2-4 miles in the distance, I saw a cylindrical structure or maybe vehicle appear on the desert floor. We both saw this and didn’t say much beside, “What the heck is that?” The thing, imagine a giant bullet sitting upright, illuminated with a very bright light.
A spiral walkway appeared and ran down the object from the top. We began to see numerous, small outlines walking down the ramp. We were both speechless. It happened so fast. Only about 45-60 seconds had taken place. Staring at these figures walking down the ramp, they all stopped abruptly, and disappeared. This is the last thing we both remember.
I just ceased being conscious—I can only describe it as being similar to getting knocked out in a fight. I awoke at about 6:30 in the morning, sitting in my car, with buddy in the front seat, 90 miles away in Tucson, a block from my drive way. We both never talk about it because no one would believe my story. But that was the only thing that has happened in my life that I can’t explain, and it’s led me to be much more open minded.
81. Swan Song
I was 12 and my brother was eight. We were living with our dad after he and mom separated. Dad ruled with an iron fist when it came to school attendance; he wouldn’t let us stay home unless we were bleeding or hospitalized. Nevertheless, I still tried to stay home from school at times. One day, I tried faking a headache so I could stay home. His reaction was bizarre.
He immediately said yes, but that I would have to stay with him all day. I asked why, and he said: “Because I need you here.” Fast forward to lunchtime and we’re sitting at the table eating. I look at him and see he’s looking at me with a look I had never seen before. Then before I could process it, he collapses onto the floor.
He had a massive heart attack that took his life almost instantly. If my dad didn’t let me stay home, my little brother would have found his body after school, and he would have been there for hours. I don’t think my brother would have recovered from that. It took me over 10 years to recover from it myself, quite honestly.
But then, another thing happened that I can’t explain. I used to go to sleep with the radio on, and for the three nights before my dad had the heart attack, I would wake up during the night to a particular song playing. Same song, every night for three nights…until he passed. Later, they played that song at his funeral. I hadn’t told anyone what happened.
82. A Bad Trip
Back in early July, my family was going on a road trip to Montana to visit our grandparents. Prior to the trip, I had a horrible, horrible feeling about going. I kept having flashes of car accidents in my head, and I was sure that we were going to get in one if we left. It was so strange, because I have a pretty severe anxiety disorder, but this didn’t feel like my anxiety at all.
I actually never have anxiety about road trips. I love them! Anyway, we left Saturday of that week. I had told my parents I had a bad feeling about driving up there, but they dismissed me as being anxious. I had honestly never felt so certain about something in my life. Getting into that car felt like signing my death sentence.
So, we get about six hours in, and at this point, I start to think I was being ridiculous, and a wave of calmness just washes over me. This is where stuff gets strange. My dad passes an underpass and everything just shifts. I feel like I saw everything in slow motion for a whole four or five minutes. My parents were joking beforehand, but their faces moved so slowly, and then the light in the car started to shift.
This was the scary part, because I thought I must have been going insane. For a few seconds, there was a huge illumination of light into our car, and I looked at my family, and could not tell who they were or what they meant to me. And then, it’s like everything just came back. The light shifted back, and I knew who everyone was.
Still, it felt like something imperceptible had completely changed. I closed my eyes and tried to make sense of the past few minutes. When I reached back to remember, I saw blood, our car, and another minivan in total shambles on the side of the highway right beyond the underpass, and mangled bodies—and that wasn’t all.
I remembered sensations I should not have known: what spattered brain matter looks like, the smell of something burning, the way I couldn’t breathe. None of it had ever happened, yet I remember that the car in front of us had switched lanes even though there was a truck in front of us, realized it at the last second, and hit us with a lateral impact.
I have no history of psychosis, and I have never been in any sort of car accident. This wasn’t PTSD, and I have never had anxiety over being in the car in any sort of way prior to this. And maybe I could have just brushed it off, but I still think about it when I’m driving in my own car. It’s made me a more cautious driver. I don’t know what happened, it was just a weird situation.
I remember having the distinct feeling in that moment that I had died in some sense. I am not a spiritually sensitive person by any means, I am a scientist at heart, but this truly was something I cannot explain.
83. The Widowed
So, my mom remarried about two years ago. My dad died when I was twelve so she had been widowed for over ten years. This new relationship was very whirlwind with her meeting the guy, dating him, and getting married within three months. I didn’t know much about the guy, but my mom was happy, so I just tried to be supportive. She moved into his house in upstate Virginia and invited me and my fiancé to spend a weekend in her new home getting to know her new husband.
My mom’s new home was pretty isolated. It sat on a few hundred acres of lovely rolling hills, and was very picturesque. I was nervous about getting to know this guy, but really trying to make the most of it. Over the course of our first day there though, I started to feel more and more uneasy. We were being made to feel very at home, yet I still couldn’t shake this oppressive feeling. I finally chalked it up to me being more upset about my mom getting remarried than I was willing to admit to myself.
That night, my fiancé and I showered together. When I turned my back to him he stopped talking mid-sentence and asked, “What did you do to your back?” Well, nothing. Why? “You have a large bruise.” I hopped out to try and see it in the mirror. He was right. It was so strange; I had no idea how it got there, and the whole thing made me feel even more creeped out.
The next morning I had a complete meltdown. I woke up and just couldn’t stop crying. I told my fiancé we had to leave. He tried to calm me down by telling me all the things I had been telling myself. My feelings of anxiety were just a result of seeing my mom with someone. The longer I spent with them the easier it would become. But I just had to leave, I felt completely hysterical. I knew I was on the verge of a panic attack, so in the end, my fiancé drove me away.
As soon as we were on the road I felt like a weight had been lifted. I was even feeling embarrassed for my behavior, hoping I hadn’t insulted my mom’s husband by leaving early. Then my fiancé broke the silence, “That bruise on your back….did you get a good look at it?” I had. It looked like some had touched the middle of my back, with fingers spread wide, with their hand at a tilt. I want to make completely clear, no one had touched my back the previous day, especially hard enough to bruise me.
Cut to three weeks later. My mom comes to visit me. The entire time she’s hounding me to come stay with her again. After finally trying to change the subject for the fifth time, I level with her. Before I’ve even finished telling the story her face is white as a sheet. She tells me she has been feeling the same way in the house. She hates it. She wants them to move as soon as possible. And the real kicker…her new husband’s previous wife shot and killed herself in the house.
84. The Parking Garage
My friend was once walking through a parking garage late at night when she noticed a man in a grey hoodie lying at awkward angles in the middle of the road. He croaked out for help and begged to be driven to the hospital. My friend saw that he had a grisly headwound and decided to be a good Samaritan. She helped him into her car and offered to put his bag into her trunk. He didn’t respond so she just put it at his feet in the passenger seat.
Even though she was nervous, she got in the car and started driving. But after about five minutes, she noticed something very very wrong. The blood peeling, yes peeling, off of his face. He wasn’t bleeding at all. It looked like he’d applied some kind of make-up. She immediately freaked out, but on the surface, she kept her cool. She slowed to a stop and asked the man to check her back tire because she thought the car was uneven.
The minute the man got out of the car, she screeched off. She drove to the authorities and they examined the car. The man’s black bag contained a butcher’s knife and a garbage bag. The man was never caught.
85. Hanging On The Telephone
This story took place about five years ago and every single word of it is 100% true. To this day, my family and I still can’t explain what happened. My mum, dad and two sisters went on a family trip across Europe. I stayed at home with my husband and 12-month-old baby. It’s 3 AM and my phone’s ringing. It’s my dad.
I’m thinking that’s weird, dad’s usually well aware of what time it is here when he calls…maybe he doesn’t realize? So, I ignore it. My phone rings again. I’m now thinking it’s somewhat urgent and I should answer, but it rings out before I can pick it up. I then notice I have a dozen missed calls from both mum and dad and my sisters. I also have a heap of messages.
So, now I’m wide awake and thinking the absolute worst—if only it were that simple. I open up the text messages and they’re all along the lines of, “Everything will be okay, we are going to get the next flight home to be with you, stay strong we love you.” I’m thinking what the heck are they on about? My phone rings again and I answer straight away.
“What the heck is going on dad?! What do all those text messages mean??” Now, it takes a lot to make my dad concerned. On the phone he’s really concerned and trying to keep it together. Through gritted teeth and his voice shaking he says, “I’ve just been on the phone to you for an hour…what do you mean ‘what’s going on?'” I’m completely dumbfounded.
I went to bed at 10 pm and have been fast asleep until now. The last time I spoke with my parents was three days ago. How could I have possibly been on the phone with my dad for the last hour? I tell him he must be confused, I’ve been asleep and definitely didn’t make any phone calls. “Don’t play games with me!” My dad almost shouts. This is where it gets scary.
He tells me: “I’ve been on the phone with you for the last hour, consoling you because you’ve just found out your pregnant and [husband] has left you!” “WHAT?!!!” At this point my husband has woken up to all the commotion and is asking what’s going on. “Dad, what are you talking about?! He’s right here, asleep next to me. He hasn’t walked out on me and I’m definitely not pregnant!”
Dad’s angry now. He’s telling me to stop lying to him and that this isn’t funny. He’s demanding I tell him the truth, asking if both me and my son are okay and do I know where my husband has gone? At this point, I’m thinking I’ve been sleep talking. I’ve somehow called my dad in my sleep and told him this ridiculous story. My husband doesn’t believe it, saying he would’ve woken up to me crying on the phone to my dad if I had in fact done that in my sleep.
I tell my dad to hang on a minute while I check if I made any calls to him. I look though my phone log, and apart from multiple missed calls, I haven’t made any calls to my dad or my family for that matter. The last phone call received was three days ago. I check my husband’s phone, in case I somehow clambered over him and used his phone to make the ridiculous phone call. Nope. Nothing.
“Dad, I’ve just checked my phone. I haven’t made any calls to you…” I ask dad if my caller ID showed up when I ‘called him.’ He says he can’t remember, so he checks. A minute or so later he says, “It says unknown…I haven’t received any calls from your phone number.” My dad is suspicious now, thinking who the heck did he just speak to.
My bewilderment turns to anger. Has someone pranked my dad? Who would make up such a story and upset my whole family? My dad denies it, saying he knows my voice and says it was definitely me. Even my sister got on the phone and said she was there the whole time, talking with me while I was in complete hysterics on the phone.
She said that I had told them my husband got angry and walked out on me when I told him I was pregnant. I didn’t know where he went and he wasn’t answering my calls. I said I was scared to be home by myself with my son so I went to stay with a friend. My sister said she could hear my friend in the background, but I wouldn’t tell them which friend I was staying with when they asked.
Dad asked me why I didn’t go to his house as I still have a key and I said I didn’t want to because of their family friend who was staying there. The creepy part? That’s completely true. If it as a stranger or a scammer, how would they know that? My mum and dad had a family friend staying with them for a few months, and they were looking after the house while they were traveling.
My sister said eventually I calmed down and said I had to go as I didn’t want to keep my friend awake any longer. I said I have to go to work the next day and need to cancel my dentist appointment. Another true piece of information. I was, in fact, called into work the following day and had told my husband the night before I’ll need to cancel my dentist appointment.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. And at the same time, my family couldn’t believe that I was telling them otherwise. I had to take a photo of me and my husband to prove to them everything was fine and none of that happened. We stayed on the phone with each other till six in the morning, me convincing them that they definitely do not have to get on the next flight home.
No one could make sense of what happened. My dad and family still didn’t 100% believe me until they got home from Europe and saw me in the flesh. We speak about it every now and again. I always ask my dad and sister to tell me again and again exactly what I said to them over the phone. I find it fascinating and terrifying at the same time.
My dad doesn’t like talking about it. He just shakes his head and says, “I don’t know what to believe.” And I don’t blame him either. What he and my family heard was real. They really were on the phone with “me” and were all devastated at what I was telling them. Ready to jump on the next flight home and telling “me” to stay strong! Imagine then being told a few minutes later by the real me that I had no idea what they were talking about??
86. Total Eclipse Of The Matrix
I have a childhood memory that still haunts me to this day. In my kindergarten class back in the USSR, I distinctly remember the sky going dark for some time and the teacher rushing us all inside. Then, after an unknown amount of time, it went back to bright again. My parents denied that there was a solar eclipse that day. I couldn’t find any record of one either, though I should check again. Nevertheless, I distinctly remember that happening.
87. We’re Ready To Believe You
12 years ago my boyfriend and I went to the video store to rent Ghostbusters because I had just found out he’d never seen it before. After we rented the movie, we went for a late lunch. He had two beers and I had one. We were definitely not wasted. We got back to my place, made popcorn, poured soft drinks over ice, and sat down on my couch.
We put the movie in the DVD player and pressed play. We were not sleepy. We were still in that hyper awake flirtatious stage of dating, if that makes sense. It was 6 pm. It was summertime, so the sun was shining brightly through the shades. Cut to—I suddenly come to consciousness by taking the hugest breath I’ve ever taken. I hear my boyfriend take a huge breath at the same time next to me.
It was the kind of breath you would take after coming out of the water when you’ve stayed under as long as possible. We were both sitting on the couch in the exact same positions but it was dark and the movie was long over. The glowing clock showed it was 4 am! We both remember the same thing. We lost consciousness at the exact same time and came back into consciousness at the exact same moment.
We don’t know what happened. We still talk about it sometimes. It’s the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to me. The poor guy has still never seen Ghostbusters to this day, which is too bad, because I think it’s a really good movie.
88. A Tempest In A Teacup
So when my grandparents were very young, right after they got married, they went to Devon for their honeymoon. This was about 60-ish years ago. Now, they’d been to Devon many times in a similar spot and so they are reasonably familiar with the area. They decided to go on an afternoon stroll one afternoon down a forest track. After about half an hour or so, they stumbled upon a gorgeous old worldly tea room, so they decided to go in for a little snack.
My grandmother had a tea cake, my grandad a scone, and a pot of tea between them both. They particularly enjoyed the tea and asked what brand it was so they could purchase it for themselves. What struck them most about this quaint little tea room was how old-fashioned it was, even the waitresses were wearing uniforms that seemed very out of date but were still smart.
They spoke again to their waitress, paid, and complimented how wonderful it was. After about a week they decided to return because they had enjoyed it so much and they were eager to get another cup of that tea! So off they went down the path, taking every single step exactly as they remembered to get to the tea room.
When they finally reached where it should be, they came to a dead end, no tea room, just a wall of row upon row of adult trees. They just couldn’t understand it, it was absolutely impossible. They had followed the route perfectly and yet there was absolutely no sign whatsoever of this tea room. Confused and dumbfounded, they wandered around the woods a bit more putting it down to their own silliness and just getting lost.
After a while, they crossed paths with an elderly woman who was walking her dog and they stopped and asked her where they could find the little old-fashioned tea room. The woman looked confused and told them there was no such tea room in the forest and that she had lived in the area her whole life so she would know.
My grandparents started to feel delusional and they told the woman that they had actually been here a week ago and had actually gone in for a bite to eat and drink so it was impossible. The woman seemed very confused and said they must be mistaken. The only tearoom which was in the woods had been closed down many, many years ago even before my grandparents were born, but she had been to it as a little girl.
After pressing the woman a little harder and describing the tearoom with as much detail as they could remember, even down to the tea brand, she seemed dumfounded and agreed it sounded exactly like the tea room she remembered as a child. They parted ways and joked that it must have been a slip in time.
89. Non-Playable Character Failed To Load
I met a girl at university and after we graduated, we decided we’d move in with each other. The plan was whoever got a job first would pay the rent etc. while the other looked for a job in the same city. I got the job and we moved into a small house together. Months later, she’s still having no luck finding a job. I feel like garbage one day, which is unusual for me, and come home from work extremely early, before lunch.
I walk in through the front door and I’m greeted by a bizarre sight. I look into the lounge and see her just…sitting there. The TV isn’t on, nor the radio, and she’s just staring straight ahead, not even moving. I stood there and watched her for a while out of curiosity. I’m sure everyone wonders what their partners/friends do when they think no one is around.
She did nothing, just stared dead ahead. The closest I can describe it is like in older computer games where you’d get into a room and an NPC hadn’t noticed you yet and would still be stood there, waiting for you to get in and “activate” them. We’d had a fight the night before so I just shook my head and went off to bed.
At around 4, I get up and go downstairs again and she’s still there staring dead ahead, at which point I obviously worry and try to get her attention. Nothing I did, even shaking her or shouting would wake her up from whatever it was, so I called my dad—he’s a dentist but knows a lot about medicine generally—and ask him what I should do. He says he’ll be round in 20 minutes, and to keep an eye on her till then.
Around 4:30 she suddenly gets up, goes into the kitchen, and starts doing chores, washing up and getting tea, etc. I follow her and watch before asking her if she’s okay and she says she’s fine, pretty casually like nothing had happened. I asked her what she’d been up to that day and she launched into this long explanation of how she’d gone out job hunting and where she’d gone and managers she’d spoken to that day. It was creepy.
I told her what had actually happened and she looked at me oddly like I was the crazy one, insisted that she’d been out job hunting and had only just got back. I told her I wasn’t judging her and it was fine that she hadn’t been out job hunting, but I was worried about her and she had definitely been sitting there all day.
My dad came by and suggested she may have been having an “absence seizure,” which is a type of epilepsy. She had scans, etc., and nothing showed up (no tumors either). Since she didn’t believe MY story things got pretty tense between us, especially because after possibly having an absence seizure, she had been banned from driving for a year.
Over the next six-ish months before we broke up, I did some pretty odd things to try and prove what had happened, including booking days off work without telling her and then pretending to go to work, only to park around the corner, come home sneakily and then observe her. A lot of the time I’d find her stood there doing nothing again.
When I asked her about it she’d still have these long explanations of what she’d done that day. It happened so often that I kind of got the feeling my girlfriend was only really “on” when people were around, and when she thought no one was around she’d just go into a default “off” state until people got back. It doesn’t make much sense, but it’s all I could come up with.
Weirdly, some of her stories were backed up by other people. Like she said she’d gone to meet a friend that day, and later when I checked with the friend, she said that it was true. This is the only part I can’t really explain to myself, and I’ve kind of just dismissed it as the friend being nice and trying to back up her friend. We broke up, though we’re still friends, and I haven’t mentioned it to her since.
It still freaks me out though, and I worry about what other people are like when they think no one is around.
90. Seeing Double
My dad used to get up around 3 AM every morning for work. Starting at a very early age, I would wake up on my own and wander downstairs to see him before he left. One morning when I was about four years old, I made it to the bottom of the stairs and noticed that the front door was ajar. I opened it up and saw my father in his favorite work shirt making his way down the driveway to his truck in his typical work outfit, a plaid shirt and Dickies.
I swung the door open wide and yelled for him to come back for a hug before he left. I’ll never forget what happened next. He slowly turned around and just STARED at me and started walking back towards the house. He was looking so strangely at me that it started to scare me and I began crying and asking what was wrong.
Just as he had almost reached me, a pair of arms encircled me from behind in a bear hug. I turned my head to see my understandably freaked-out father staring at his doppelganger in the SAME outfit—and that’s not even the creepiest part. The double took one look at my dad and ran down the driveway. Meanwhile, my dad yanked me in the house and locked the door.
Weirdest morning EVER. Never did quite figure that one out. I would not trust my four-year-old memory of the event if it wasn’t also witnessed by my father. He won’t really talk about it these days but my mom has since told me that he called out of work and she spent the day reassuring him he wasn’t a nutcase.
91. The Doppelganger
It happened in early 2000, when I was working at a juvenile detention center in a small town in Oklahoma as a corrections officer. I was working nights at the time and went to work at 9 PM. This one night when I arrived for work my supervisor looked confused and asked me what I was doing there. I said, “I work tonight.” And he said, “But they said you called in a few hours ago saying that you were sick.”
I was a bit confused and said, “It must have been someone else and they got the message wrong.” After everyone else showed up for work that night it was a bit weirder, but we carried on as usual and assigned everyone their places for the night; I went to work in the control room where I usually work. The control room is the center of the place, and it has direct control over the cameras, doors, phones, pretty much everything.
After I relieved the guard on duty and settled in for the night, I looked at the message that said I called in. It said that I had called at 6:50 and said that I had gotten sick while out cleaning up after the storm. There had been a storm the night before and it was a bit bad, but not anything that I had to go out to clean up. It was truly weird—and it was about to get weirder.
The supervisor came into the control about that time. He was also a friend of mine outside work and we started talking about it, and how odd it was. I decided to call my wife at home and tell her about it while he was still sitting there. I picked up the phone and dialed. After two rings a man picked up the phone and with a raspy voice said, “Hello?”
I didn’t know what to say for a few seconds. I looked at the phone to make sure I dialed the right number, and I had. After a few seconds, the person said, “Hello?” again in the same raspy voice. I said, “Hello. Who is this?” They replied, “This is Taylor, who is this?” My head started spinning. My name is Taylor. In almost a scream I said: “Where’s Ann?”
He said, “Ann’s in bed. Who is this?” I dropped the phone and told my supervisor to ring me out, I had to get home, and I took off towards the door. I could hear Dave pick up the phone behind me and say, “Hello?” followed soon after by “What the heck!” rather loudly. I ran to my car and drove home faster than I should have, my mind racing the entire time.
I busted through the door and my wife was sitting watching TV and was shocked at me being home. I asked her who was there and she said no one has been over. After a rather long talk with my wife, I went to call the center to tell them what was going on, but the phone was dead. I went back to work and when I came in, Dave was acting weird and asked me, “How are you doing this?”
He told me that when I left, he picked up the phone and the person on the other end sounded like me. He kind of freaked out and hung up the phone. A minute later, as he could see my car leaving the parking lot, the phone rang. What he heard made his blood run cold. He said that I had called back from home and asked what the heck was going on.
He said that I was a bit irate and said I was sick and did not feel like playing these games and was telling him to stop prank calling me and hung up. After convincing him I had no idea what was going on, we went back to work. Later, I find out that the phone line for my area had been knocked down the night before by the storm.
This is absolutely the strangest thing that has ever happened to me.
92. Baby’s Day Out
So, this happened about seven or eight years ago. My husband and I were laying in the bed one night, watching television. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a child in the doorway of our bedroom. Thinking it was our only child at the time, I tapped my hubby and said “Hey, shhhh, don’t look, but I think Connor is going to try to scare us!”
He turns and looks, and this child walked into our room. I can’t explain it, because it was one of those moments that seemed…somehow different. We watched in silence, soon realizing that this child was NOT our son. He toddles in, head slightly tilted back, curls bouncing and diaper squishing as he goes to the end of our bed.
We see his head go down, like he was crouching, and when we got up to look, he was gone. I looked at my husband and said, “Did we just see a ghost?!” Then, almost as an afterthought, I said, “Well, we know if we have another baby, and he has curls, that he was here before he was born.” We both laugh, because we were not trying for another baby at the time.
Fascinated, we go to check on our son, and he was fast asleep. We forget the whole thing, and a few months later, we find out that I’m pregnant. Fast forward to when our new baby, Liam, is two. He toddles in the room, head titled slightly back and curls bouncing, and it hit me like a bucket of ice water. This is the baby that came to visit us!
I mean, there is absolutely no doubt in my mind—but the story doesn’t stop there. Now, on top of that, whenever Liam is staying the night elsewhere, like with my parents, he comes to visit me in my sleep. For example, one time he came and just smiled at me while I was taking a nap. He was in a little red shirt, and his hair was cut short, even though he left with it long.
The next day, I go to pick the kiddos up from mom, and lo and behold—his hair is freshly shorn and he is wearing a little red shirt. I asked my mom, “Did he wear this yesterday?” And she replies “Oh, yeah he did, but he insisted on wearing it today, so here he is.” So, I look at him and say, “Did you go see momma yesterday in momma’s dreams?” He just looked at me, all big blue eyes and serious, and nodded his head.
93. Two Steps Forward, One Jump Back
So this evening, my partner and I were upstairs sorting laundry, when his daughter called us downstairs, as dinner was ready. I was heading down the stairs, my partner right behind me, literally two steps behind me. He did his usual thing of tickling the back of my neck as we walked. The bottom of our stairs is wooden so you can hear when somebody steps onto it from the carpeted stairs.
When we got to the bottom, my feet hit the floor as usual. I turned to ask him something…and he wasn’t there. He wasn’t freaking there. I totally froze for a second and looked up the stairs, and there he was. On the top step, pale and shaking. I asked him what the heck just happened and he kept saying: “I don’t know, I don’t know, I was behind you and before I hit the bottom, the next step took me back upstairs!”
We are very freaked out. I just can’t explain it.
94. A Short Shelf Life
This occurred when I was about 13 or so. My family was moving into a new home, and we were having trouble with a bookshelf that was a little too big, tall, and wide for the doorway. We eventually had to take it apart and bring it in piece by piece. The shelf went into my sister’s room, and she helped put it together. Here is where it gets creepy.
She used the shelf for her books and stuffed animal collection. I left her as she was putting things onto the higher shelves, using a kitchen chair to reach that high. As soon as I stepped through the door, there was a huge, loud crash. I’m thinking the bookshelf fell on her, or she lost her balance and fell, so I check.
She is standing with her back against the wall, and she looks terrified. I peek further in…and there is no shelf. It was completely gone. Her things were heaped on the floor in that spot. The chair somehow teleported back into the kitchen. My sister and I are the only ones that heard the crash. And worst of all? Not one person in our family remembers ever having that bookshelf.
95. The Call Is Coming From Inside The Pool
I worked as a night auditor at an old hotel. One night at around 2am, I got a phone call from the pool room, which was supposed to be closed. I picked up the phone to answer and all I heard was very heavy breathing. I hung up the phone to check the cameras, and all the lights are on in the pool room. So I go down the hallway to kick out whoever it is in there.
As I get close to the glass door, it’s so cold that I can see my breath, the door is completely fogged over, and all the lights are out. I open the door and the light above me comes on, because they’re motion sensor lights. I am looking around but I don’t see anything. Then the light comes on across the pool from me, but again, nothing is there.
Then every light in a path begins to light up around one side of the pool as if something is walking towards me. I ran out of there so fast and locked myself in my manager’s office and stayed until sunrise—but the worst was yet to come. I had played it off in my head as insects causing the motion sensor lights to go off.
I was telling my manager about my whole spooky experience, thinking he would get a good laugh. When I told him about the phone call from the pool, he didn’t laugh at all. He asked me if I was 100% positive the caller ID said the pool room, and I said yeah. Then he told me there hasn’t been a phone in the pool room for 30 years.
I told him there was no way, because that would be impossible. I knew what I saw on the call display. He told me to go look for myself. I looked and there was no phone. I didn’t believe in the supernatural at all before that. But to this day, no matter how many ways I try to rationalize it, I just can’t. It is completely unexplainable.
96. All The Lonely People
Growing up, I always wanted to go on a bike ride at night. Something about it just seemed really cool to me. It wasn’t until I was 13 that my mom finally let me. She told me to wear my helmet, take my phone and flashlight, and follow the parameters she had set for where I was allowed to go. She gave me about four miles, which was a lot to me.
So, right after the sun had set, I was off. I loved it. I rode along this path for 10 minutes before the only thing I could see was some of the lights from the houses on the inside of the limits. After 15 minutes of riding along this dirt path, I suddenly hear singing. It sounded like it was just a few feet in front of me. I stop riding to hear it better. It was a woman’s voice.
She was singing “Eleanor Rigby” by The Beatles. But she wasn’t singing the words, just the melody. Her voice was strange. You know how when you have phlegm in your throat, your voice gets kind of scratchy? That’s what her voice sounded like. I inch forward to try and see her. I get close enough to see the silhouette of her hair bouncing up and down, like she was headbanging.
I decided to get my flashlight out. I’m thinking that maybe this person is in need of help or something. Or maybe this is an insane person and the light will scare them away. So I take the flashlight out of my pocket, point it at her, and turn it on. The moment the light hit her, she stopped moving completely. She was facing away from me.
She had disgusting hair that seemed to be sticking together in clumps. Some of her hair was ripped off, too. She was wearing a very oversized, bright red hoodie. I was almost too scared to move. I think she was, too. I conjured up as much bravery as I could and said “Sorry” in a very, oops-this-is-the-wrong-room kind of way. She didn’t respond.
I turned off the flashlight and put it back in my pocket. Just as I was turning my bike around, she screamed. She screamed in an awful, horrifying high-pitched voice. I nearly pooped myself as I threw myself back onto my bike. I heard her voice getting closer to me. I booked it as fast as I could. I didn’t once look back behind me, and I didn’t stop pedaling.
Her screaming eventually grew quieter and quieter until it dissolved into the howling of the wind.
97. The Others
My mom and older sister describe how I used to randomly start crying and asking where my mom was, even when she was right in front of me. When my mother would try to comfort me by saying she was right there, I would shout for my other mom. I would then describe this person, who apparently always held a bloody hammer. They said it scared them out of their wits, but one day when I was two years old, they tried to ask me about it and I couldn’t remember anything.
98. Speaking To Yourself
I showed up at work one night and my boss was shocked to see me—he said I’d just called in sick. Little did I know, that was just the start of a terrifying nightmare I still can’t explain. When I called home, I expected my wife to pick up, but instead, the voice on the other end…was my own.
I said in almost a scream, “Where is Ann?” He said, “Ann’s in bed. Who is this?” I dropped the phone and told my boss I had to get home, and took off towards the door. I could hear him pick up the phone behind me and say “Hello?” and then start to scream. I peeled into the driveway and ran up to my front door, but I never could’ve prepared for what I saw.
My wife was sitting watching TV and was shocked at me being home. I asked her who was there and she said no one has been here. After a rather long talk with my wife, I went to call the prison to tell them what was going on, but the phone was dead. I went back to work and when I came in Dave was acting weird and asked me “How on earth are you doing this?”
He told me that when I left, he picked up the phone and the person on the other end sounded like me. He kinda freaked out and hung up the phone. A minute later as he could see my car leaving the parking lot, I had called back from home and asked what was going on. He said that I was a bit irate and said I was sick and did not feel like playing these games and was telling him to stop prank calling me and hung up.
After convincing him I had no idea what was going on we went back to work. Later, I find out that the phone line for my area had been knocked down the night before by the storm. This is absolutely the strangest thing that has ever happened to me.