Have you ever experienced something that felt like a “glitch in the matrix”? From slips in time to places that simply shouldn’t exist, there are some moments in life that you just can’t explain. These Redditors came together to share their eeriest experiences—and they’re so creepy, they’re impossible 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
When I was in high school my little sister, mom, and I would eat dinner together every evening and tell each other about our days. At the time my sister was young, only in elementary school. On a Monday during summer break we were all having dinner and my sister told us about how she and our next-door neighbors were playing with their new cat when it got loose outside. They had to spend the whole day looking for it.
Fast forward two days at dinnertime, my sister tells the exact same story from two days prior. My mom and I looked at each other funny because we both clearly remembered the cat story. When we asked my sister if she had mistaken the day since she told us the story on Monday, she just gave us this blank look and had no memory of it.
The creepy part is, when we called our neighbors to ask them about the cat incident they told us all of it happened that day, Wednesday, and they weren't even in town on Monday.
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.
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...
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!!!!
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.
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.
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.
Last night I was on 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
I’m a law enforcement officer. In November 2012, I was on regular patrol when a Dodge Challenger SRT 8 blew past me on the highway going 99 MPH in a 55 MPH zone. I whipped my car around, and the chase was on. The Challenger was outgunning me, with speeds reaching about 131—as fast as my Vic would go. On one particular road the Challenger turned down, there is about a four mile stretch of straight, hilly road that has a T intersection at the end.
I had almost lost sight of the car, but happened to catch his tail lights just in time to see him turn East at the intersection. Now, this is where it gets weird. I remember coming up to the T intersection, trying to slow down. Within I'd say, maybe 200 yards from it, I looked down at my speed and noticed I was going way too fast to make it—approximately 95-100 MPH.
I remember hitting the brakes as hard as I could and seeing the dirt berm coming up quick. I remember closing my eyes and asking God to watch over my kids, because I knew I had made a fatal mistake, and was a goner. But nothing happened. No loud crash, no tires squealing, no glass, no airbags, or anything of that nature.
I opened my eyes and I was traveling eastbound from the northbound road at 50 MPH. It still drives me crazy to this day wondering what happened. Did I die and this is all a dream? Did the universe reach out and save me? I wish I knew the answers. I even caught the guy as a highway patrolman had put out stop sticks a few miles down the eastbound road. From the video on the dashcam, I was 35 seconds behind the Challenger.
Later, I got home from work, and I was telling my dad the entire story. What he tells me next absolutely floored me. Apparently, he had pretty much the same experience when he was a truck driver. He was overloaded, driving on slick, wet roads and was traveling down a hill when his brakes became too hot and quit working, which is weird because the exact same thing was going on with my car.
In fact, I literally had to blow through two stop signs on the Northbound straight away without slowing because my brakes were smoked. They were done. I remember seeing them glowing orange after the pursuit was over. Anyway, he remembers the truck skidding and the trailer turning sideways, and then all of a sudden he is on the adjacent street, traveling normally.
He doesn't remember the directions the roads were going (I asked, I got pretty freaked out), so I can't make that particular connection, but he told me how creepy it made him feel. I don't know. I'm kind of in a weird spot right now. I don't know how I'm supposed to be feeling at this moment. I need to see if any other family members have had a similar experience.
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.
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.
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??
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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I tried to get my ex-wife served with divorce papers. I knew that she was going to take it badly, but I had no idea about the insane lengths she would go to just to get revenge and mess with my life.
Catherine of Aragon is now infamous as King Henry VIII’s rejected queen—but few people know her even darker history.
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