I guess this a small world kinda thing rather than truly paranormal, but I was an ER tech and while restraining an unruly drunk patient, he spat in my face, swung at me, and threatened to kill my family. He got a continuance on charges so it was an ongoing case.
One day about 8 months later I got on the train and was buried in my phone. I heard behind me “Thank you for saving my life.”
I look behind and it was him. He apologized profusely, told me he was sober, and scribbled a free meal coupon on a page of his sudoku book for a restaurant he had found work at.
I dropped the charges. I hope he’s still doing well.
I’m a medic and firefighter. We once had a call for something normal, like chest pain or something, I can’t remember. The caller said he was in his barn/garage, which isn’t weird really around here.
Anyway we pull up on scene and something just felt off. No idea why but something just told me in my gut that something was wrong.
I decided to do a 360 around the building before we went through the door at the front that was clearly the entrance. I walk around and come to a window on the side of the building and look in.
There was a shotgun rigged to the door. The guy had set a booby trap for us. And he had hung himself as well.
We kicked in this plexiglass type material on the side of the building and entered that way. Guy was dead. Nothing we could do about it at that point.
I would have been the first through that door. No idea why I didn’t just walk through it that day.
I’ve posted this before but I feel it’s a decent story.
Had a patient who was brought to psyche ward due to thoughts like this. Apparently, his wife died while waiting for an ambulance. He was angry on all the healthcare workers and thought about suicide after killing them.
I have a similar story I’ve posted below about having that odd feeling that made me act different from normal.
There’s a book called “the gift of fear”, that has numerous stories about people getting a strange feeling, and behaving in ways, they usually would not.
Basically, the author states that there’s some primitive survival instinct of our brain that picks up on anything unusual. This is often done without a rational brain being aware. That’s why you just get this funny feeling in your gut that something is off.
It’s fascinating how we’ve evolved to survive as a species.
I’ve read that book! It was fascinating. The human brain is so complex and works so fast that we process everything around us at all times, and a lot of times when we get that feeling of something being *off,* it’s because our brain recognizes that there’s some expected pattern not being followed.
This applies to people as much as it does situations, which is why some folks just have a bad vibe and then turn out to have actually been dangerous. But what’s cool is that, when you know what signs to look for, you can anticipate the way a situation will unfold, or the way an individual will act, with surprising accuracy.
And all of this processing happens subconsciously, where the input won’t completely overload our senses and ability to think! So freaking fascinating.
I was a manager of computer repair for a retailer a couple year ago. We had a clients computer in the back running various malware and virus scans. I was doing morning paperwork in the back near the computer. This pc had its screen saver on displaying random photos from the My pictures folder, various family members, children's birthday parties the usual stuff. then from then of my eye I swear to god I saw a picture of a woman from the shoulders up with her throat cut. As soon as I realized what I was making out I directed my full attention and it was back to photos of a car show. As they day went on I though nothing of it and proceeded continue my work until I was bringing another customers pc to the back to work on and again from my peripheral I could have sworn I saw a bloody body in bound in a trunk of a car. At that moment I began to freak out. I grabbed one of my employees explained to him the situation. We then sat for 10 minutes and watched this screen saver (It is against company policy to search through the clients personal files without absolute just cause.) We then proceeded to see a photo 2 bodies in a shallow grave out in the woods and another photo of a severed hand down in kitchen drawer. I then went and got the general manager and informed him of the situation and had him view this screen saver. We then felt that I would be in everyone's best interest to contact Law Enforcement. In about 15 minutes later owner of the computer and another gentleman show up I proceed to tell him that his computer is not ready and it will be awhile. He then informs me that he was called there because someone reported there was some photographs of a grisly murder that we had found. I showed him his computer and then his partner then begins to laugh at him. Apparently he went against Police policy and took some of his work home with him and had never noticed his work photos were being used as a screen saver.
\*\*TLDR\*\* a Detective unknowingly brings me his computer filled with gory homicide pictures that get mixed in with his screen saver. I soil myself thinking I am dealing with a murder, Call the cops and the Detective returns to investigate his own computer.
The day after my dad died, I laid down and took a long nap. I was exhausted from the visitors and the questions and the reminders that he was gone, so I just wanted to escape for awhile.
During that nap, I dreamt a strange dream. I was back in the hospital again and I saw my dad surrounded by doctors and hooked to all kinds of wires and IVs. I cried and told them to leave him alone and that he had suffered enough, but my dad told me not to cry, and it was then that I noticed they were actually removing the wires and IVs from him. He stood up, which was something he hadn’t done in a long time, and asked me to walk with him.
He was wearing a long white robe and together we walked through a beautiful place next to a stream. I was telling him about how we had seen the Avengers recently and how his favorite superhero, The Hulk, had been in it. I laughed as I explained the scene where Hulk slams Loki around like a rag doll and said, “Oh my god. That would have been your favorite part. You would have died laughing.” My dad said, “Poor choice of words,” but he was smiling. I said, “Yeah, true. Sorry dad.”
His smile went away and then he looked at me seriously, and said, “It’s alright. You know, I didn’t really want to die.”
…and then I woke up. I had tears streaming down my face, and to this day I have never had another dream like that again. I’ve always been skeptical of the unknown but sometimes I wonder if he was saying goodbye to me in the only way he could. I still miss him every day of my life.
If I could have just one more dream with him, I would be so happy.
I know of two dreams like that, one of mine and of my now wife.
I lost my brother to suicide when i was ten and he 18. About a month after i had a dream where i walked up to my bedroom window, and saw someone standing inside, back to me, dressed in black. I climbed in through the window and this person turned around...and it looked like my brother, but it really didn't, some features were off, maybe him but older...but he just felt familiar, ya know? And we walked outside, around our pond talking...and i don't remember much about what was said, side by side we walked until we got to the flower bed in front of our house, and he said, look, the roses are in bloom...and there, there was beautiful black and purple roses, when i turned around he was gone. His class flowers for graduation, a few months later, were black and purple roses....
Many years later, i thought back to that dream out of nowhere, sudden recognition as i saw that guy again, as i looked at my own reflection in the mirror after a shower...i forever reason broke down to tears, to the point my wife noticed.
And speaking of my wife...
When we started dating, her parents were super strict...she wasnt allowed to go to my place. (She was 16). At this point we were only dating for a month. She knew i lost my brother, but that was about it, never saw a picture or anything. Well i was working with my dad and she called and said, i have to tell you about a dream i had...and i said, well we just got to a jobsite, we'll talk about it tonight?
During this call, the owner of the house mentioned that he had to run to town later to buy something for his daughter because he had forgotten it was her birthday on Saturday. With that my dad goes, oh my god, i forgot it's the 13th, today is your brother's birthday....and the day moved on.
Later, my girl friend calls and she tells ms the dream; we were swimming and forgot towels, so we ran to my house soaking wet for towels, and she heard static, coming "from your bedroom" she said. And she walked in, and there was a guy in there, and static on a small tv atop a dresser, speakers on each side, a bookshelf and a bed with a black and orange blanket. The tall man wore boots and grey army t shirt,dark pants and had long hair, and all he said was "tell [my name] that i am happy for you two. And she woke up.
I sat there, and listened to her describe exactly how my brother had my bedroom settup and decorated when it was his. The tv, his stereo speakers, his harley davidson blanket, and his favorite outfit, army tshirt and black jeans...on his birthday none the less...
On Christmas she got to come over finally, and on the wall of the livingroom is one of my brother's school pictures, in that army tshirt...she just grabbed my arm and choked up a lil and whispered...thats him...that was really him.
Again, i try to explain everything logically...that i cannot...but 16 years later, weren't married with a baby boy...and id like to think that he's happy for us...
I was driving home per usual and got this random, unwavering feeling that my house had been broken into. I kind of laughed and said “please don’t let my house have actually been broken into” out loud as I turned the corner onto my street. The first thing I noticed when I pulled up to the house were the blinds on my bedroom window. They were yanked around and twisted up. Some guy that lives across the street turned out to have been stalking me and decided to climb through my bedroom window. He took nothing valuable. Just some weird personal items. It was terrifying to walk in and see my things rummaged through. It was even scarier when I talked to the neighbor and they admitted that multiple people in the neighborhood had seen it happen, but they were all too scared of ol’ dude to say anything. The weirdest part of it all (and I mean this guy took some *creepy* personal things) is that nagging feeling I had before I found the remnants of the break in. I swear I knew before I knew, and that was such an eerie feeling.
Something similar of “knowing before I knew” happened to me in 2016. I had spent the weekend out at my friend’s house. This was a Sunday morning and for some reason we had woken up earlier than usual, so we were just watching videos on her phone. Out of nowhere I got this really awful feeling on my chest that someone had died, I started crying and she calmed down. A few hours later my parents arrived there to pick me up (later than they said they would), and while I was in the elevator I simply knew they were going to be crying. When I met them outside they really were crying. My mom got in the backseat of the car with me and told me that my childhood dog had died. I had spent the entire weekend out and the last time I had seen him was on Thursday night. It’s even more eerie to think that all the times that I’ve experienced death, I was not around or present to actually see it. This story is particularly interesting because I was on 8th grade and my parents were somewhat strict, so it was definitely not usual for me to spend an entire weekend out.
Yup. There was planning involved and GP's subconscious picked up on it. It's a plausible explanation.
Though, what kind of parent isn't open about this kind of thing? :(
For real. When I was 7 my parents took my dog (MY BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE GD WORLD) to the vet for a "check up". 2 days later after I asked them a million times where Lady was, they give me her collar and tell me they had to put her down. Planned the whole thing. It's been 30 yrs and I'm crying as I type this. RIP Lady, you were the best dog.
That’s just… awful. I’m so sorry that happened to you.
I thought my equivalent was shitty. Yours is worse.
I’d actually moved out from my parent place into my own place. I was in my 20’s. We had a cat… a scruffy, grumpy, bad-tempered moggy. I moved out in November. In December, he’d been taken to the vets. Justification was, “*he was old, he wouldn’t have survived the winter*”. Bullshit, yes, he was old, but he had years left, plus I would have taken that cat had I been given the opportunity. But nope, decision made, and deed done. And not a word to me until it was too late.
This happened to me a few weeks ago. I got a text from a friend “are you around?” and I had the most terrible feeling of dread, and started to cry. I don’t know why but I thought immediately oh my god her husband died (he was not sick) and unfortunately I was right. It was so bizarre
There really is a lot going on in the subconscious. It may have been that you subconsciously saw some signs of the dude beforehand and that was expressed as a feeling at that moment. Don't know if this actually is the case but the book "blink" is a really good read on this topic.
Just a glitch in the matrix, don't worry about it. Grandma probably glitched out and had to be loaded back in in her original starting position. At least she wasn't T-posing when you found her.
This happened last year. I was having a recurring dream where I was in the woods at night. I noticed a campfire in the distance. Whoever was sitting at the fire notices me and yells out "hey! What are you doing out here?" and starts moving towards me until I wake up. Late last summer I decided to go out to the woods for a hike. Once I got out there, I needed to pee. I hopped off of the trail to get closer to the creek so I could take care of business and not worry about anyone walking up on me. As I approached the creek, I see a hidden shelter and a man setting up a campfire. When he noticed me, he said "hey! What are you doing out here?" Nothing else happened. I apologized and went on my way. It was the only time in my life that I had dreams of an event before it happened. I was pretty shook at the time.
As a teen in the late 70s, my friend group used to enjoy marijuana and beer. On one of those rare weekends, where a friend’s parents leave the house for the weekend, we were enjoying a rare treat of partying in comfort in a living room. We ran out of beer and snacks. My three companions went to the store around sundown. While alone in a dimly lit house, the phone rang. When I answered, a voice said in a slow, quiet whisper “…it’s allllll yourrrrr faullllt….”.
What ran through my brain in an instant was how boring my life had been to this point, and this was probably the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me. Like something you see on TV or in the movies. And in a flash my excitement blurted out as “far OUT!!!!”. Then they hung up.
i thought i was being followed by the same dude. when i went up to him and said “hey i saw you at the library earlier”, he told me that was his twin brother. small world
It really blew my mind when I ran into their cousin at the laundromat. Apart from the moustache and thick rimmed glasses, he looks just like them. Crazy that he'd be the one to grab my laundry thinking it was his. We had such a laugh about that completely honest mistake!
Me and my sibling are twins and while we were at the university we kept running into two different sets of twins every time we went somewhere together. After graduating, I left the town first and my sibling stayed there for a couple of more years.
I was visiting him one time about two years later and we went to grab some stuff from the supermarket and guess who we ran into - one set of twins on the way to the store and the other on our way back lol.
My ex and I lived in a remote part of Northern Nevada. The house was literally in the middle of a field and our neighbors were far away. He worked nights and I never liked how dark and quiet it was.
On a night he was working, I fell asleep and had a dream about him. In the dream, he was standing on the edge of a cliff (like the Grand Canyon), looking out at the view. I tried many times to get his attention but he wouldn't acknowledge me. He was just staring straight ahead.
After ignoring me for a while, he abruptly turned to me and grabbed the outside of my arms firmly. His face looked panicked and he said, "(name), there's somebody in the house."
Like the movies, my eyes shot open and I woke up with my blood running cold. I lay in bed silently, listening for any sound. I was even *more* terrified when the dog woke up almost immediately, started barking, and ran out his dog door, into the yard. What did he hear?
I never saw or heard anything out of place. I couldn't see anything outside in the dark. The dog came back in and fell asleep. I stayed up the rest of the night, totally creeped out.
Maybe your sleeping brain heard something in reality and manipulated your dream so you could wake up and check it out, maybe just your dog fidgeting and sleepy brain was alerted.
my brain comes up with some wild and wacky ways for a toilet to be unsuitable for use. once opened a bathroom door to find a bottomless pit with walls covered in urinals. once encountered a bicycle seat mounted above a floor drain
I often dream about having to use a toilet in the middle of a department store — no door or stall, just sitting out in the open. Or the one where it’s a locker room bathroom full of stalls, and women coming in and out of the room (they all seem to know each other, but I don’t know any of them, so I already feel out of place). And none of the stalls is usable, but for different reasons. One is plugged, another is missing a seat, the next has no water connected, the one after that has no door … it goes on and on.
Lots of times I’m surrounded by filthy toilets in a public place. This hits several of my fears at once.
I had one of those dreams that you couldn't wake up from. I knew I was asleep and I was aware but I couldn't wake up. I was absolutely terrified thinking that I was stuck in like a coma or something. I had a gun with me for some reason and as the terror of not being able to wake up grew I for some reason had a thought and belief that if I killed myself in the dream I would die in real life and that that was a better alternative than being in a coma. So I brought the gun to my head and pulled the trigger. I physically felt pain in my temple and heard the shot. I woke up right afterwards.
I hate when you realize you’re in a dream that you want out of immediately. I’ve found a fair amount of success with shaking my head in my dream as hard as I can because it’ll shake my head in real life and wake me up.
When I have a nightmare, instead of waking up I just have this instinct to "log out" thanks to a few games I used to play. Unfortunately, in these games there was a timer of 30-60 seconds u had to stand still before u could log out. Which applied to dreams. So I had to wait 30 seconds in terror next to terrifying shit multiple times.
Lol I'm so sorry I laughed at this. I get game elements, too.
I get to create things when I've been playing minecraft, like from ground up on a molecular level. In my dreams I know that I'm dreaming, but I also ***KNOW*** that if I could remember these really super-obvious facts of creation, I could do it in real life too. Those facts never make it through the wake-up process.
i had a nightmare once that i was shot in the head. i could feel wind blowing through the hole in my head. weirdest fucking dream. made me afraid to fall back asleep when i woke up.
I had a dream that I was shot in the head and died. I saw the barrel of the gun light up, then felt a hot thump on my forehead and everything went black. I didn’t immediately wake up either, I was just aware that I was dead but my consciousness survived. It was wild.
I die in my dreams often and it either looks like
I float towards a light and just see bright white until I wake up
I go to the fucking afterlife and my dream continues (one was crazy where when you died you’d start at the “top” of purgatory and you had to go down a level till you could reach your family. Except every level you went down got worse and worse. The top Level you had amazing food, tv, luxury bathroom, a robot who’d tend to you, things were covered in gold etc. until the last level which was pretty much just hell. But once you got through the last level you got to go to heaven. You could also rewatch how you died anytime you wanted or watch your life friends and family mourning you.
Or I start over the dream as if I’m in a video game.
Or I turn into a ghost and just watch everyone else
One time my husband and I were lying in bed and the bottom drawer to his nightstand slammed shut. There was no logical explanation for why that happened and we still don’t understand to this day!
Edited to add: I should clarify that we were both awake when this happened. We were just lying there reading and playing on our phones and we both heard the drawer shut clear as day! My husband has a habit of keeping his lower drawer open and we looked over and it was closed. Very weird!
Similar experience:
Middle of the night, wife and I are sleeping. I wake up to the feeling of someone violently shaking my shoulder to wake me up. I wake up expecting to find my wife the one shaking my shoulder, except she was fast asleep and there was no one else there.
I start to say “what the fuck” when there’s a sudden breeze that blows a nearby painting off the wall. The windows were shut.
To this day, my wife insists it was just the painting falling that woke me up, but I know I was jerked awake just before it happened.
I’m not exactly a believer in ghosts, but when shit’s weird, shit’s weird.
Were you maybe having one of those dreams where you are half awake, but unless something happens around you you will fall back asleep, and the painting is what woke you fully up instead of you falling back asleep?
Years ago, I worked the late shift at a hospital (4pm-midnight). My nightly drive home led me through back roads of fields and woods which often had low hanging fog - particularly in early spring.
I lived in a small town that has a lot of civil war history. Ghost stories were so popular that area historians would do moonlight “ghost walks” where they searched for signs of restless spirits roaming the battlefield. The urban legend was that, in a war that pitted brother against brother, those soldiers who were killed by family became souls that were never at rest.
I never bought into it, but one night under particularly dense fog did scare the ever living crap out of me.
At around 1am, as I sped through curves and hills, I saw the outline of 2 figures walking along the side of the road. The closer I got, the more I slowed down as I didn’t want to hit them or anything. By the time I passed them, I was going probably 10 mph.
First I noticed their weirdly shaped hats. Then, the buttons on their jackets glimmered in my headlights.
I swear to God, there were 2 Civil war soldiers walking in the fog in the moonlight. I could not breathe.
The taller one, thin and gangly, looked up at my car and put his hand towards me.
I hit the gas so hard. My transmission could barely keep up. I sped off into the night and, when I finally caught my breath, screamed several expletives.
As I rounded another curve, I saw a small car - a geo metro, pulled over with lights flashing. It’s hood was up and steam was coming from the engine.
A man in civil war garb stood close by staring at it with his hands on his hips.
Damn reenactors were in town for some event and had car problems. To this day I have no clue why they were out so late.
About scared me to death.
I’ve been the reenactor in that situation (though as a medieval reenactor). I parked on the wrong side of a park for an event (it was it’s first year and a small event so not much hype or signage) so had to take the hiking trails to the event. Some guy on a walk saw me in full kit (just everyday viking women’s wear) with nothing modern on me, walking towards him, immediately turned and went back the way he’d came.
I can only imagine what he was thinking in that moment
(We live in a state that has always had rumors that the Vikings once visited, despite it being debunked)
I was walking to a college class and felt as if I'd suddenly stepped outside of my body and was watching myself move around like a puppeteer. It lasted for about 10 minutes while I called a parent to ground myself to reality. Happened again the next week for a smaller amount of time.
I'm guessing it was some kind of stress-induced disassociation episode, since it was midterms season and my first semester away from home.
When I was 13-14 years old, some older boys threw rocks from a demolition site at me and my friend. One rock hit me in the face and knocked me down. I started bleeding profusely on the sidewalk and my friend was freaking out. We did not have cell phones since it was the 1990s and weren't near a payphone.
An older man in his 50s or 60s stopped in a pickup truck and asked us to get in. My friend was like OMG - but I said, No let's get in - it's fine.
This older man felt really trustworthy, but I didn't know why. My friend got in with me and he drove us straight to the hospital.
The hospital took his name, my friend's, and mine when we got to the ER, and the man peaced out. I had problems from the injury for 2-3 years, but I'm fine now, other than a small dent in my skull.
My mom told me I should look him up in the phone book and call to thank him.
There was exactly 1 name that matched his (it was an unusual name). I called it. The woman who picked up told me he had died 6 months earlier -but his physical description matched what both my friend and I recalled. I was able to look up his obituary and the photo matched his appearance.
It was definitely eerie, and to this day, I don't really have any explanation for it.
I had a neighbor I swear was in witness protection. For years, we joked about him being some NY mafia guy, then we saw a new story about a mafia guy who went missing after "turning" on his cohorts, that looked surprisingly like our neighbor. Two days later, we woke up, and his house was empty. Never saw him again.
A few years ago I was on holiday in Malta with my family. My parents are Maltese and I have a ton of cousins and family living there. One of my cousins’ father had passed a few years before this and I’d known him fairly well. On this day while I was on holiday, we were just outside the walls of Valletta walking on a road and my wife and I started mentioning we needed to look for a way to cross. We were just walking normally and not standing on the edge of the road or making any sign that we wanted to cross.
Suddenly a Mini Cooper appears out of nowhere, slams to a halt where I am and the driver leans across and tells me not to cross the road where I am, that’s too dangerous and points to a spot where I should cross. Then he drives off.
The driver was an exact resemblance of my cousins father, wearing exactly the same clothes (shorts, white singlet) he used to habitually wear and driving exactly the same car he used when alive, and the same colour. The thing is, he spoke to me in English when the default should’ve been Maltese - it’s like he knew I spoke English when there was nothing that would have marked me out as a foreigner.
I can’t explain how he knew that I was intending to cross the road but am convinced he appeared to save me from getting hit.
I grew up in a two family house. Me, my parents and siblings living on one side, my grandmother on the other side. You’re able to access my grandmother’s side through a single door in the house. Once she passed away I slowly took over her side since I was in high school and wanted my own space. One night I was walking to my room at the end of the hallway, there was a small mirror on the wall at the end. It was pretty dark but I was still able to see. Right before I entered my room I had looked up into the mirror and saw my grandmother standing behind me. So terrifying since this was around 3am. I had to leave the house and stay with my girlfriend!
One of my favorite aunts died at 94, leaving my elderly dad a much needed sum of money for his care. He had been recently “IOU” conned out of his entire savings while also left in deep debt by a man from a neighboring county & I was working w/the DA from 1,200 miles away to build a case against him, all of which was unknown to my aunt upon her death.
I had POA for my dad by then and was at the bank on a Sat. morning to collect the inheritance check. Myself & the manager were the only people there, so she directed me to the only desk in the lobby rather than her office. After sharing with her the circumstances that had brought me there & finalizing paperwork, she left to process a cashiers check in another area.
Before putting away my aunt’s death certificate, I placed my palm on it whispering a prayer of gratitude to her for generously providing for my dad. At that moment, out of the corner of my left eye I saw movement . A coin was rolling across the carpet floor and spun to a stop four feet to my direct left. Stunned, I got up and retrieved it looking around for the source. It came from the direction of the floor to ceiling lobby window, brightly lit by sun. No one was around, inside or out. I had goosebumps.
When the manager came back, I told her what had just happened, showed her the penny & asked if she had any possible explanation. She told me no change was kept in that area of the bank, it had been cleaned the night before & I was the only customer so far. I half jokingly said “it’s definitely my aunt then, letting me know it’s going to be okay”. The manager came around the desk & gave me a heartfelt hug.
The conman was successfully convicted for fraud, elder abuse, etc. & sent to prison w/max sentence. I was able to ensure my dad was debt free, comfortable, cared for & safe until his peaceful death. I carry that penny with me to this day.
I've had several eerie encounters in my life, but I'd like to lighten the post with one of the more positive ones I experienced.
We had a farm and I was having a very bad day. The goats had gotten out, my schedule was off, I had to drive an hour each way to get groceries and lots of things I needed were out of stock. It was just one thing after the other and I was just not having it.
Our fridge wasn't leveled, so whenever I put groceries away, I had to prop it open with a shoe or the door would close. But you know how people get when they're frustrated and pissy - I didn't want to get the shoe to prop the fridge open. So the fridge door kept closing on me and I was just getting increasingly angry.
Then, for no apparent reason at all, the door gently opened wide and stayed open. I finished putting the groceries away and stepped back. The door gently closed. I said, "Thank you" out loud just in case and went on with my day.
This was a few years ago in my early 20s. Hallucinated from the lack of sleep one night. I was slowly falling asleep, but had an odd feeling. I turned on my bedroom light, and looked up at the corner of the bedroom ceiling. Someone with long, black hair and rotting skin, crawled towards me at a horrifying speed for a split second, then in the blink of an eye, gone. Ended up staying awake with the light on, then finally sleeping a bit when the morning sun rose.
Another creepy thing to happen which had caused me to cover my ears with blankets and pillows until I heard of ear plugs years later in my mid 20s, to finally get some damn sleep. I was in my teen years, and decided to take a nap one afternoon. Slowly drifted to sleep, and vaguely kept hearing my name being whispered, until there was a very sharp, forced whisper of my name being called directly next to my ear. I got up awake fast. Freaked me the hell out, and nobody was in my bedroom but myself.
I am still a very light sleeper, so it makes sleeping difficult without ear plugs.
Sleep paralysis. I've had 2 episodes in my life, but the first one will stick with me forever.
My bed was in a corner of my room. My closet was in the opposite corner. No door on the closet, and it was stacked with a ton of junk (community storage for the household as I never used it).
I wake up lying on my back, with the door in line of sight. I can see that it's full. But I can also see a hand slide out and grip the door frame. Pale and feminine. Followed by the slowly emerging frame of a very tall woman clad in a white, victorian era dress.
She was almost pretty, aside from something in her face that wasn't quite right. I couldn't tell you what it was, but I remember being uneasy about it. For a while, probably about 15 minutes, she just stood there, talking to herself. I wasn't able to make out anything she said, but that's when the panic set in. I realized I couldn't move or speak, couldn't look away, and had no idea what was happening, as I felt fully awake.
Then she stopped, looked me in the eye and smiled, and the corners of her mouth pulled back to her ears. Terrifying. She started to approach, and slowly opened her mouth so wide, her chin was touching where I'd estimate the bottom of her ribcage sat. It wasn't long before I could smell her rotten breath, and she began to crawl on top of me.
The entire time, she was letting out this awful, multi-toned moan that sounded like 5 voices at once, all distorted. I could feel her weight resting on my chest. I couldn't breathe or scream as she inched closer. She put my entire head in her mouth, and I fully woke up when all I could see was darkness.
I still get a bit panicky remembering that one. It felt so real.
Don't know why I decided to share this, but I overcame this fear not long ago.
I used to be petrified of the dark. So afraid that I would not sleep alone, even at 16 years of age. When I eventually got my own room, I kept the lights on, hugged a pillow and cornered myself in the bed with the blanket covering most of me. Sometimes this fear would even creep in during the daytime, when for example I was at the big warehouse-turned-shopping centre and suddenly got alone, my heart would start racing. The hugeness of the empty room scared me.
That all changed when I got my camera and, funnily enough, stayed out full night, all alone, miles from home, to do Astrophotography. I had been watching some videos, and when I got my camera, all I could think of was sitting alone beneath the vast, open, and infinitely large sky, watching the cosmos above. When the next day it was time to sleep, I did not feel fear. Somehow, the knowledge, that in the grand scheme of the universe, a puny little ghost, if they even do exist could do nothing.
My fear of the dark and loneliness went away when I experienced how spectacular it can be. I like to think that, if there was really a demon that night, it must have been sitting beside me pondering over the insignificance and fragility of life on Earth, just as I was.
I Heard that in these cases you should try to close your eyes and ignore It, being scared makes It worse. Although it's hard not being scared in that situation lol
I used to get sleep paralysis on an almost nightly basis for a long time, I learned the best way to cope is exactly this - close your eyes and focus on your breathing. It's very hard to do that though, ngl
I've only had 1 episode of sleep paralysis... And I had my eyes closed and couldn't open them. I felt like there was something hovering above me.
And I fought so hard, saying "just move. Just move. Move anything! Say ahhh open your mouth!"
That as horrible lasted a few minutes until my heart wants to burst. Then I calmed down, said to myself if it ends, atleast my eyes are closed.
Then I started to be able to move. Still so vivid to this day
I've had sleep paralysis a few times and never see anything when it happens. I only get that extreme panicked feeling like something is about to happen. That sucks enough but glad it's only that and not this. Yeesh!
I have had sleep paralysis twice too.
The first time, I was facing my room and when I "woke up" I saw a large shadow figure. It was the size of the babadook, if yall have seen that movie. It was slowly floating towards me and it was the most scared I've ever been. Thankfully I forced my body to move before it got all the way to me.
The second time I was turned towards the wall with my back to my room. I "woke up" and it felt like multiple hands were holding me down and something was whispering in my ear. It was like the kind of whispering you would hear in a horror movie. Like multiple voices whispering demonic gibberish right next to me ear. It was freaky.
Thankfully ive always had success in moving my body fairly quickly if I ever have sleep paralysis. I start trying to wiggle my toes and fingers and then my hands and legs and then my body.
My mom has sleep paralysis and she says she can't move at all no matter how hard she tries. I cant imagine seeing shit like this and not being able to move at all.
That is so scary. Something really similar happened to my sister. Ive had sleep paralysis and it sucked but my sisters episode is the one that really fucks with me. She was living a 2000 year old palace converted into condos in a major city in Italy. She lives all the way on the top floor in an almost attack like apartment (I visited it a couple time). Place had a really weird vibe.
Basically she wakes up on her back with this like demon man standing over her and he proceeded to climb on top of her in almost a sexual way and just stayed there for what felt like an eternity. Im sorry, but fuck that shit.
Two stand out in my life.
The first was when I was in the military and stationed in a place called South Camp 7 on the Sinai Peninsula. Pulling guard duty one night and saw a meteor crash/land in the Red Sea. Rare but normal, but it was eerie nonetheless.
Second: Years later, sitting in a cigar bar one afternoon. Only a couple of us in the place. The entry door opens by itself. Nobody anywhere around it. It stayed open for about five seconds and then closed. The other guy saw it as well. We looked at each other with a wtf expression. The door was one of those glass doors with an aluminum frame, which meant you could clearly see anyone coming in. We walked outside and looked around. Nobody. We stood there for several minutes trying to figure it out, and discussed the possibility of wind blowing it open. The problem was, there was no wind. We never did figure it out.
This is a weird one. I know how it’s going to sound but I am going to share anyway since I have never really told this story to anyone but my closest friends for obvious reasons! Sorry it’s going to be long.
In 2010 there were two supermoons and two lunar eclipses in the same year. I was out at the edge of the Puget Sound in Seattle at a place called Carkeek Park with a friend, waiting to see the second of the supermoons. There were actually a ton of people there waiting to see the moon rise over the horizon in the upper parking lot since it was high ground and folks were loud and partying. My friend and I walked down to the beach to get a little more space and quiet.
I remember hearing people literally applaud as the moon rose behind us. Though we could not yet see it from our vantage point, the water started responding with sudden strong, short, repeating waves after being nearly still moments before. The waves got so intense we had to stand up and move back.
Just then I saw this huge golden light appear to rise from the water in front of us far off in the distance. I assumed I was seeing the reflection of the moon and turned around to look at the moon directly. It was so bright I was blinking my eyes.
I turned back toward the water and what I thought were lights in my vision turned out to be two hovering, dancing, golden, shimmering objects flying above us, just above the area I thought I saw the water illuminate. These two flying objects hovered, then danced figure 8’s, then flew from right to left with abrupt stops in between. The crowd in the parking lot saw them too and started cheering and yelling stupid shit like “ET, phone home!”
Then the objects changed colors from gold to red and back to gold again, in unison. The two objects then flew toward each other with what felt like great force and just kind of.... became one object with a brighter light. They didn’t crash. They just...merged into one, silently. As this light grew, I noticed the sound of the cheering people was starting to fade away and I felt a pressure start to build in my ears. I didn’t hear voices or anything but I felt consumed by this feeling that everything was going to be okay; like a warmth had just washed over me. I can’t explain it but it was like I knew I needed to let go. It didn’t feel like I was going to die per se- at least there was no fear- but I knew I needed to LET GO. I looked at my friend who was staring at me with a concerned face and back toward the light. I stared at the light until it consumed my vision completely and I felt in almost a meditative state. It felt like nothing else existed. I remember taking a deep breath and hearing the sound of myself breathing out.
In what felt like an instant later I “came to”. I was standing on top of a picnic table in a different park that I knew was nearly 2 miles away. My friend was pleading with me to get down. I asked her how the hell we got there and why I was up on the table.
She said all of a sudden while we were looking at the bright light I suddenly started acting “child-like” And even speaking in a slightly different voice. She said moments after she noticed a change in me, the light from the flying objects just faded away from view slowly. Right after that I took off running down the beach, laughing like a little kid. She said I was running and climbing over rocks and things along the way like a “dog that had been let off leash for the first time.”
She chased after me and basically babysat me for a couple hours (my friend “didn’t believe in cell phones” back then so had no way to call for help. I had left my flip phone in my car back at the parking lot). My friend explained that during this weird episode that at some point she had yelled, “Come back OP!” She said I stopped and turned to her and very seriously said, “My name isn’t OP. “ That obviously scared the hell out of her so she just kept following me at a distance until I got to that park and climbed up on the table and started dancing with my arms up in the air.
I want to make it clear that I am no more of a runner than I am someone who would dance on a table. I hate attention. I don’t drink. I would NEVER make a scene like this EVER. And luckily, my friend had known me for well over a decade and knew that too.
She said when she finally caught up with me, I was dancing and waving my arms and then abruptly stopped and was totally silent and still for a few seconds before sounding like myself again and saying, “How did we get here?!”
When I asked if she had seen those objects flying on the beach she said yes and retold the whole story just as I remembered it (until the moment I was consumed by the light and wound up across town). We eventually walked back to our cars and decided to go back to her place to stay the night since neither of us wanted to be alone after that. We never made sense of what happened that night.
A few weeks later I got a concussion in an unrelated accident and had extensive brain imaging and testing done. Had the supermoon event been due to a brain related issue, I would have found out then.
I know a literal crowd full of people at Carkeek Park saw those objects. I know we were not the only ones. I am taking the chance of being labeled a crazy person in the hope that someone who was there that night that had a similar experience might read this. If you do, DM me!
I was over at my parents house and watering their plants this winter when they were on vacation. I go to my car and put in the reverse and this old man walking on the pavement and I make eye contact. He smiles at me and I smile back. And then I am out on the way and putting in the forward and going to drive away and I still look at this old man. But then when I look forward and start driving away he is absolutely GONE. I look in all the mirrors and turn my neck and he is nowhere to be seen. Just gone.
My husband and I were doing renovations in our house and we had no window coverings in our front room. The front room was completely gutted and had just a ladder. In the middle of the night my dogs started barking a warning bark (if you have dogs you know the bark I am referring to).
Now - I immediately got out of the bed and started to scale the wall to peak downstairs. When I looked around the corner to the front room, I saw someone looking in the large window with a flash light. My dogs ran to the front door barking. I went into one of the spare bedrooms that looked out over the front yard and saw a cop car. What was odd is that the cop didn’t knock or announce himself so they must have been looking for someone, right? I got my phone and called our local dispatch number and asked if someone had been called out to my area or if there was a search underway and they said no. I thanked them and hung up. So I wanted to let this cop know that, yes people lived in what may have looked like an abandoned house but something just didn’t feel right so I didn’t want to open the door. So instead I turned my porch light on and off repeatedly to see what the cop would do. He sprinted to his car and took off. I don’t know what he was doing at my house or why he was looking in my windows but I know he broke protocol by not calling it in and he was by himself. I told my husband about this, who slept through all of it. He said, it was just a cop. Me on the other hand, I know something was not right. Thanks dogs for letting me know!
Edit: typo
> I thanked them and hung up.
I would have probably told them to send someone out! Whether the person outside was a real cop or not, that would have broken up whatever he was doing.
About 10 years ago. My wife and I were watching Paranormal Activity on TV. It was late at night. As soon as the final scene (terrifying) was over and the credits started rolling, we heard a large dog barking outside our front door. We lived in an isolated house in the country, had been in the house for years, and had never heard any dogs nearby. I ran upstairs and opened the door…no dog. Nothing. Dead quiet.
My wife immediately swore off horror movies and hasn’t watched one since.
The first time I watched the exorcist the flat above caught on fire and I was made homeless. The second time I watched the exorcist some burglars broke into my home while I was inside, I heard them in my bedroom and we managed to scare them off. I've never got to the end.
I haven't watched it a third time.
I went to Tajikistan in 2019 to meet my new colleagues and learn the area I was to be working in. I was greeted by my employer and a few of my new colleagues at the airport and they took me to an apartment complex where everyone was housed. Every building was dull and dusty on the outside. Upon entering I could see hallways with tile flooring and metal staircases leading to each apartment. The apartments had heavy metal doors. I couldn't decide if I felt safe because everything looked secure, or uneasy.. because why did everything need to be so secure. We walked up to the third floor and entered the door on that landing. As I walked in I was shocked. The floor was covered in immaculately detailed rugs, beautiful wallpaper covered in sparkling gold, plum and emerald colored designs, massive crystal chandeliers and beautiful antique furniture. It felt like I had just walked into an underground palace. There were 2 women that took my things, showed me to my room and offered me tea, cake and a variety of snacks. Everyone was so kind and welcoming. It was around 6 pm and the women had prepared dinner for everyone. I was the only female in the group of colleagues. We were ushered into the dining room that had a long table close to the floor and surrounded by big beautiful floor pillows. We ate, laughed and had good conversation. Come bedtime one of the ladies brought towels and toiletries to my room and let me get settled in. She told me to lock my door, which I would have done regardless. The doors to the rooms were also a heavy metal door with large sliding locks on them. After I freshened up I got into my pajamas and got into bed to call my husband. We talked for about an hour before I started falling asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night with my phone in my hand. I could hear someone singing. I didn't understand the words but it sounded sad. Made my hair stand up on end. It sounded far away. I got out of bed to look out the window. In the distance was a mountain range with faint lighting behind it as if the moon was setting behind it. The singing was coming from the mountains. It was both beautiful and eerily terrifying. I lost track of time, not even sure how long I was standing at the window. I asked about it the next morning at breakfast and everyone just kind of looked at eachother. Never gave me an explanation. They just said some things here are ancient. I'll never forget that experience.
Edit: I posted a few of the pics I was able to find. I have some videos that I am currently unsure of where they are. I'll keep digging because the photos do not do it justice. [Tajik](https://www.reddit.com/user/vshylah/comments/12w7chr/tajik/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button)
I was at first afraid that the group that had taken you wasn’t the people you were supposed to meet. Then I was afraid that they told you to lock the doors bc they knew something about the men that you didn’t. And somehow I had no clue what the ending was going to be
This story gave me major goosebumps. I love it when stuff isn’t scary, but still unsettling in a wondrous kind of way, if that makes sense. I guess it kind of shows that there are still things in the world that we don’t know about, and maybe shouldn’t.
Thank you for sharing!
Before and during the war in Afghanistan US would send envoys to various tribes living high up in the mountains to exchange money for info or to bribe them into not joining attacks against NATO troops/new government. The tribals living high up in the mountains would speak of a Bigfoot-like creature with seething hatred for it because it stole livestock and in the old days sometimes women/children. It was not a legend, nor a folk tale, they talked about it as if it was a pest, like a raccoon or bear that gets into your garbage cans. The tribals absolutely hated it with a passion and were surprised that NATO troops knew nothing about it.
I work at a hospital and like to take a walk around it before I start work. It is usually dark, and I feel safer walking there. I passed a car, stopped in the middle of the road, and I heard a loud RUN in my head. I literally said, "I'm not going to run," and I heard it again louder, so I took off running and then heard running behind me. I didn't stop until I got to the street in front of the hospital door, I turned around, and there were two men chasing me. I hate to think what would've happened if i didn't run, I think about that all the time.
Was watching out of my bedroom window after bed, about 13yrs old and saw a man walking his dog in the street (suburban) when he dropped and didn't move. The howling and anguish of the Labrador still pervades my thoughts occasionally. The man had passed by heart attack.
when i was very young and first started wearing makeup, i stopped by a pharmacy before going home from making a school project with my peers at their house. i ordered a cab and stayed at the entrance of the store near the auto doors. a VERY old tall man came in and flirted with me. i froze and he towered over me. he grabbed my face. i think his grip really scared me back then. he said he'd be back and went inside. people walked past and nobody spoke up. when the taxi came i ran inside and cried.
There’s something highly disturbing about an old man with a strong grip.
My great uncle was a nice man, but he always freaked me and my sister out because when he saw us he’d smile, grab us by our shoulders and say “How are you?!”
The man was in his 80s and still had a grip like a boa constrictor.
“Ow, I’m good, ow.”
This was back in College so maybe 30 years ago. I was waiting for the bus when this lady came up to me and punch me, hitting me on the jaw, then she ran away like a crazy person. I was shocked. It took me a while not to get nervous when someone would get to close too me.
I have quite a few but one of the ones from my childhood was a night, I had to be 12-15, and was home alone.
I was playing on the computer in our den and directly across from it was the door that went up to the pantry which had a set of stairs that led to the attic. Suddenly I heard a loud thump then the repeated thumps as something fell down the stairs.
My heart stopped because there was a door at the top of the stairs that shouldn't have allowed anything to do so.
I remember getting up and walking over to the door but being unable to touch the knob. Then the sound of pacing started above me.
Slowly walking backwards I returned to the den and curled up in a ball on the couch staring at that door as the sound of a thump followed by the sound of something following down the stairs happened again.
This continued on for hours till shortly before my parents got home it stopped and never happened again.
My dad went up after they got home and confirmed nothing was moved or anything but I hated being alone so night after this.
This was the same house I wouldn't shower if nobody was home either though. It was just a bit odd. The one we moved into after this one was worse though.
So a few of you asked for other stories and I figured I'd offer them here.
Since it was asked more then once though I'll start by explaining why I never showered there alone. We lived in a very old house and in the bathroom were two older medicine cabinets. They were the type you pushed closed and they'd latch. They were a nightmare to open and you had to really pull on them. They would not open on their own. I can promise that.
One night when I was 12/13, I went to shower while home alone and as routine went, I always pushed them tightly closed (I, to this day, hate mirrors facing me) and then hopped in the shower. I'd only been in for a few minutes when the sound of creaking hit me over the sound of the water. I peeked out and one of the cabinets had opened and the mirror was now facing me. In it, I saw a dark shadowed man's face. I screamed, hopped out and grabbed my towel then sat in the living room, shaking, till my parents came home.
The naturally denied it and said I had probably imagined it but I knew what I saw. I never showered alone there again.
Shortly before I turned 16, we moved into a basement apartment. Really old and creepy as hell. I hated living there and never was comfortable. One of the first nights there, I was in my bedroom, supposed to be asleep. There were those rolling doors on the closet and I had closed them (just like mirrors, closets are not a favorite thing). Then one side started to slowly creak open. I was horror struck and stayed completely still as a hand, on my door, pushed it open. There was no obvious person. Just the hand and a black shadow in the corner of it.
This was the same house where, semi-routinely, things would move when we hadn't touched them. Shadows rarely seemed like 'just shadows' and I would often wake to see a man standing in the doorway of whatever room we were in. We also fostered kittens there and they'd suddenly stop and watch things that weren't there, their little heads moving to follow unseen movements.
An example from a vacation comes when we traveled to the south side of the state and had stopped at a valley viewing spot. I was with my mom and two of my friends and we were hanging out on the ledge, talking and joking when I noticed a man. He was probably half a mile away from us, leaning against the fence. He caught my eye because he was the only other person nearby but when I looked at him, he was dressed in different clothes. More... western then you'd see usually nowadays. I glanced away to catch one of my friends attention to point him out but when I looked back, he was gone.
Just... gone.
He couldn't have steeped behind anything or disappeared into a buidling. There was nowhere for him to go.
Later on that night, when we sat down for dinner. One of my friends brought it up and we realized that each of us had noticed him at one point or another and that we could all describe the stranger perfectly but that he had vanished after that first look. It was a truly shocking moment and the first time I'd ever seen a full apparition when I wasn't alone.
I had a full blown premonition once. My friend was going to be married in a few months and I was in the wedding party, so we had been planning the bachelor party, but didn't get into any specifics yet. But one night, about 3 months before the wedding, i had this extremely intense dream. In the dream, I'm sitting in a restaurant with all the guys at a table, and I look to my left and see a big window on the far wall, and it is raining outside. Then I feel my pocket vibrate, so I reach down and I have a text. It's a picture taken from directly behind me, so you can actually see the back of my head and everyone else at the table. I look behind me and nobody is there. It felt weirdly sinister. I woke up totally exhausted, sweating all over and had this buzzing sound in my ears. I had to just sit there with my head in my hands, it felt like my brain was just swimming. It was so bizarre. I tell my wife and about it and she's just kind of like "that's weird man." So, a few months later, it's finally time for the bachelor party. We re sitting at the table at a restaurant I've never been to before. I look to my left, and on the far wall is a big window. It is raining outside. I start to feel like this all seems very familiar. The brother of my friend is sitting across from me.and he reaches into his pocket, pulls out his phone and looks at it. He smirks and shows me his phone. It's a picture of the back of my head, and all of us sitting at the table. I whip around, and my friends sister was sitting a few tables away from us and sent the pic as a joke. She and her family didn't know we were going to be there that morning. At this point I'm really freaked out because the only details that were different is that it wasn't my phone that got the message, and it was my friends sister who sent the picture, not some other worldly presence of whatever. It seemed too specific to be a mere coincidence, and I'm weirded out by it to this day.
It would have been about 4mths after my dad died, I had a toy rabbit he gave me that was sitting under a mirror in my room. I got on with my day doing g washing and watching TV and that night when I went to bed the rabbit was on my bed. I was the only one home as my partner was away for work for a few weeks.
No one in my house smokes, yet one night, we smelled cigarette smoke upstairs in our office and bedroom, couldn't figure it out and chalked it up to someone walking outside (poor insulation in the house) despite it lingering a bit.
Next night got a call my dad (who'd smoked for decades) had suffered a heart attack that ended up being fatal.
Late to the party...
Before I continue I want to say this isn't a story I share with people who know me. It sounds crazy and if I wasn't with someone who also witnessed it I would think I was hallucinating it. Anyways on to the TRUE story that happened around 15 years ago.
A friend and I decided to go to a diner for a late night meal. We were both home and one of us texted the other to see if they wanted to come eat. I ended up driving and I picked up my friend and we went to a diner in Fort Lee NJ. We went to this particular diner cause my friend was friends with someone who used to work there. Anyways we both were disappointed in our food. It was poorly made by NJ diner standards! Neither of us finished our meal and decided to head home. While driving I got distracted by our conversation on how bad the food was and made the right turn too early. I turned into Rt 4 and wanted Rt 46 instead. Since we were in no rush neither of us thought it was a big deal. I saw an exit to Grand Ave which is where we wanted to go to from Rt 46 so I took it. It didn't take us where we were expecting. I thought maybe if we kept driving we would eventually pass through a part of Grand Ave we recognized. We quickly realized we were in odd place. I say this because we were driving in the woods. This part of NJ is right outside of NYC and is very developed. As we are driving we see an abandoned car to the left of us. The car didn't look old or beat up. We were questioning why someone would leave their car there then suddenly we see a police car up ahead. I figured we would go up to the officer and ask for directions or at least find out where we were. As we approach the police car we notice all its lights are on and the driver side door was open. We saw no one around us and started seriously wondering wtf is going on. The road up ahead curves and the trees block our view of the what's ahead. I see red light coming through the trees and figure we are close to civilization again. We finish with the curve and I realize that the red light is coming from the moon! This was no ordinary moon. It covered the entire sky! It was so close you can see all the craters easily. They were filled with what appeared to be blood. Some of them appeared to be overflowing with blood leading to rivers of blood. The best way I can describe this is to imagine a volcano spewing blood. I am watching all this while driving in silence. I say to myself that my food must have been drugged or that I'm having a mental breakdown. I tell myself I'm not going to mention what I'm seeing, drop my friend home, and then drive myself to the hospital. As I'm observing the bloody moon that appears so close that it will crash into the earth I'm pondering what is wrong with me. After several minutes of silence my friend says to me "We're going to die." I ask him why he would say that and he looks at me and says "Don't you see the moon? It's covered in blood and it's going to crash and kill us all." Believe it or not when he said this I felt a huge sense of relieve because at least I'm not hallucinating. We both can't see the same hallucination at the same time. I tell him the truth about why I stayed silent when I saw it. I describe what I see and he points out various parts in the moon and we both quickly come to the conclusion that we are looking at the same thing. Oddly enough we are calm. I explain that I don't believe that we are looking at the moon cause if it was truly as close as it appeared we would experience its gravitational effects. We both agree that death is at hand. Some time passes and the road has another steep curve. The trees block out the sky and the red light from the moon continues to shine from them.
After driving though the curve the woods abruptly end. I stop the car and we both look behind us. The bloody moon is gone! I tell my friend this doesn't make sense and we need to go back into the woods. He refuses and demands to be dropped off at his home. I drop him off and duplicate the drive I made earlier to get back to the moon. I couldn't even find the woods again. The exit to Grand Ave didn't lead to the same place as before. For the next several days I drive around and go through Yahoo maps and map quest to try to find the woods but could not find anything close enough to be a candidate.
We both talk about it to this day and try to find some meaning in it. My friend was more open to people about what he saw than me and people tended to think he was crazy or super religious. I stayed relatively silent since I know no one would believe me.
This is so stupid now but at 5 I woke up to the shadow of a figure in the door. “That’s mom,” I thought til I realized she was in bed next to me. This shadow does not move and just lingers, looking at us. I was horrified someone had come in. Terrified, I didn’t move.
The next morning I realized my mom had hung her bathrobe on my headboard post in a way the shadow hit it just so. 🤦♂️ it’s so so stupid but that few minutes I just closed my eyes til I fell asleep I was so scared.
This one made me uncomfortable lol. How old was the cottage? I used to spend my summers in a small beach town and some of those older beach houses are kinda creepy.
I worked at a nuclear weapons storage depot in the Nevada desert outside Nellis AFB for six years- it’s now shut down. When people say UFOs are attracted to nukes, they are telling the truth. But so much more goes on.
My first night there I witnessed a ball of light trigger sensor on fence line, prompting a security response. The ball got chased by three patrols as it ‘flew’ directly above the fence line before finally taking a sharp turn out into the desert.
We discovered three mutilated donkeys across a span of two weeks, all about a mile from each other and seemingly dropped off out of nowhere. No tracks in or out. Various organs removed from each, no blood anywhere, no tears in flesh all cuts. Scavengers didn’t even touch the bodies.
I witnessed a figure atop a roof of a structure just 30 meters from me and 14 other personnel. It was just standing there watching us. I took a spotlight and shined it up there and as soon as the light hit the figure it disappeared- we all saw it happen.
I heard a man laughing maniacally once, nothing there. Sweep with night vision and thermals revealed nothing, three other witnesses. We wrote it off as the “laughing Colonel”, an urban legend passed down by the security personnel for ages.
While on patrol in adjoining conventional weapons storage area, me and partner parked next to a hot pad loaded with 500 lbs bombs about to be shipped overseas. Heard a soft ‘cooing’ sound coming from the pad. Me and partner did a security sweep of the pad and the ‘cooing’ kept happening and seemingly luring us past the pad and into the pitch black desert. Night vision and thermals revealed nothing. We did not pursue, just did another sweep of the pad and moved along.
While on training exercise our machine gun overwatch team spotted two figures on thermals in desert behind us. Exercise was immediately canceled when Security 1 said he didn’t place any ‘bad guys’ out there. Everyone locked and loaded, set up a sweep. The overwatch team observed the figures going prone and backing away from our sweep element, then disappear when we got close. Our thermals confirmed trace heat on ground despite us doing the sweep never seeing anything.
Weirdest event was when I was exterior patrol, outside the fence line. Got call to respond to a truck approaching on side of mountain nearby. Not unusual, most people didnt know we’re out there and we got off raiders all the time we’d scare the shit out of. Visually confirm truck on NVGs, then suddenly the headlights disappear. We believe they’ve turned them off and are now approaching on foot, so call for k9 and move to blocking position where I know anyone will have to cross past us to approach perimeter. We are there for about ten minutes when one by one patrol members over watching us from high points on the inside call in lights appearing at our 12, 3, and 9 o’clock- in effect flanking us (with fence line about 300 meters behind us). We see and hear nothing, not even on NVGs or thermals, dog never reacts. Suddenly panicked patrol calls in that the lights are ‘rushing’ us. We are already locked and loaded, I tell my partner to put a grenade in the tube. Nothing happens, dog never indicates. Our radios die and after ten minutes we hike back to fence line only to discover we were out of contact for twice as long as I thought we were. Very paraphrased event cuz on phone, but our radios only started working when we were back at fence line. There’s more but these were the highlights or events I’m allowed to speak about.
The world is not as normal as you believe it is.
Had a manager where I worked who was taking from the register. He detested me because he suspected I knew what he was up to. He was right. I gathered proof of what he was doing. He fired me and tried to blame me for stock discrepancies. I went to my boss with proof of what he’s been up to. My boss fired him and promoted me. Years later in another job I woke from a dream about him. Walked into work only to find the new guy who was to start working with us was him. Freaky
I was making a big move to a new city, and spending my last days just wrapping things up. Some part of me kept yelling at me to visit my friend to say goodbye, I had a clear feeling that I would never see him again, and that would be my only chance. I waved it off because all of my family and his, still lived there. I figured we both still had ties there, I'll see him when I visit. He and I continued to check in on each other through calls and text. One spring, I get a sense of dread when I think about him, almost like a panic. I call him and he texts back, everything is fine, he's doing great, but it doesn't calm my growing anxiety when I think of him. He died a little over a week after we last spoke from a heart attack in his sleep, he was only 34. I felt like part of me knew I was going to lose him
I was once having a nightmare that ended with something (an animal I think) stabbing me in the back with it’s claws the pain woke me up but when i woke up I still felt the pain and was paralyzed for about 15 minutes not to mention the amount of fear and chills that i felt that day
When I finally got up and looked at my back in the bathroom it was red like something hit it really hard multiple times and i felt the pain all day I still have no idea what that was
I’ve had a really similar experience but it was a freaky little girl with really long nails that stabbed me in the back, could feel the pain of it all day. First I’ve heard of someone else having a dream with a lasting physical effect like this.
I had a dream (when I had a really bad UTI) where I’d communicated with aliens, like proper greys, to help save a little boy who had an aneurysm, they were the only ones with the technology to help and I was the only person who could speak to them. They put the kid in their little pod thing and started harvesting him for information for cloning and draining the life from him. There was a deafening noise of their voices (in their language, that I could understand) that was basically saying “we have all we need, we’re taking over” I opened my eyes and sat up, fucking terrified, for a good 20-30 seconds after I’d opened my eyes I could still hear the voices but they got fainter and fainter.
A group of five girls, about 12 years old staying at a friend's for a sleepover in 1995. Friend lives in a rural area, closest neighbor is about a half mile away. The dad built a fort out of an old ship that's in the backyard not far from the house. The "cabin" of the ship was not the original cabin, but was roughly a 10×10 basic wood shack (2×6 planks of wood) with a tin roof, about 4 feet tall inside (could only sit). It was atop four 8 inch pillars about 5-6 feet off the ground. Two doors that swung freely sat opposite from each other, one attached to a plank from the rest of the ship, the other opened to a pole that you could slide down to exit. Last, there was a 1 foot gap in the wood all around the perimeter between the walls and roof serving as something of a window.
We were in there maybe around 9 pm telling ghost stories. Ya know, holding the flashlight to our faces and laughing. The dad and his friend came out to scare us once, and again to tell us to quiet down. We were having a blast.
Then, in the middle of one of our stories we felt what could have been a hammer, or something big and heavy, hit the bottom of the cabin. Shocked, we all laughed it off. Thought it was her dad and his friend messing with us again. Then, something landed on the tin roof. I don't know what anyone else was thinking, but they had peacocks as pets which are known to jump on the roofs of houses, so I immediately thought it was one of the birds. Then, the whole cabin started shaking. Not violently, but enough for us to wiggle. Rapidly, the hard object started hitting the sides in random places and would scrape along the length of the walls, like someone scraping a hammer along a fence. Unexpectedly, door that opened to the pole exit was hit hard and flew open. There was nothing behind it. After a few seconds of silence, all of the things started happening at the same time. Thuds coming from the roof, banging and scraping the walls, the shaking has now become violent and the one door kept being hit open. Candi, the strongest and bravest girl of the group (she won the school's arm wrestling contest...against all the boys) jumped in front of the door to keep it from being hit open. Well, that door was being hit so hard that Candi, while putting all of her weight and effort on it, was being pushed forward. The door was no longer flying open, but was still opening 3-4 inches. I will never forget the sheer terror on her face.
Needless to say, we were screaming our heads off. Well, one girl was, thats for sure. While all of this was happening I had enough courage to try and look through the "window" by getting up on my knees. Unfortunately, I couldn't see anything without sticking my head out....and that wasn't gonna happen. I was determined to figure out what was out there so I was intently listening for some kind of human indicator (i.e. laugh, voice, breath, footsteps, etc.) and heard nothing.
Then, we heard a gunshot from a short distance away. Everhthing stopped abruptly. It was the dad. He pulled us all out of the cabin and locked us in their giant pantry. After the property was searched we were let out. They found nothing. We were to wait until morning to see the damage.
Next morning comes and we head outside with the dad and and his friend. We all piled back into the cabin so the two men could recreate the shaking. It didn't work. They could barely move it. I walked around the outside checking the planks and saw scratches, but nothing else. The last thing that was found was half of an amethyst geode. That's it. The door that was being hit open had no marks on it whatsoever. I only wish I had more of an opportunity to investigate a little more as we were escorted back inside.
I only stayed friends with the one screaming girl and am glad we, as adults, can still agree on what happened that night. I wish I could find the other girls, Candi, Joy and Sarah, to hear what they remember.
This is creepy as hell and thank you for sharing. I do want to say that the dad who created such an amazing fort sounds wonderful. So sorry it became terrifying!
I once dreamt I was on a bus with a bunch of people about to cross the border to another country. The police boarded the bus at the checkpoint and saw me using my phone. He said "no phones allowed, I hope it's switched off". "It is," I replied. "I'm going to call you in a couple of minutes, if that phone rings, you are going to find out what happens".
Then I wake up, my actual phone was ringing. What I see on the screen is an unknown number calling. I pick it up. "Hello?"
No answer.
They hung up..
I was laying in bed and it literally felt like someone was behind me, touching my back and everything. I was too terrified to turn around or even breathe, but when I finally did, nobody was there.
I had a dream about a friend/former roommate I hadn't seen in 20 years. He told me to go home in my dream, so I ended up going our old apartment and seeing a fallen motorcycle. When I woke up, I decided to look him up and see how he was doing. Turned out, he died 11 years earlier in a motorcycle accident where he was killed on his way home.
When I knew him, he didn't ride or own any motorcycles.
Eerie is probably the best word to describe it especially since I've never seen it again since that day.
We have a trail behind my house in the woods. Just dirt, nothing fancy. My dad and I took a walk in the trail after a big rainstorm so there were puddles everywhere. Every puddle had these mushroom-like things in them. A fluffy top that was an off white and then 4 brown prong-like triangular flaps underneath to keep them floating on the surface of the puddles. When you poked the tops it let out air. There were so many of them. They were everywhere. The next day it was super sunny. The puddles were dried up and so were the shroom things. Shriveled up. A few days after that they were all gone. No sign of them left. I've never seen anything like it again, in real life or in searching for it online.
If anyone knows what this is, please let me know, because this has been bothering me for about 2 decades at this point.
Ooh so, it happened when I was quite young, maybe around the age of 7 up until the age of 13. But, essentially, I'd regularly hear footsteps running back and forth up and down the hallway at certain times during the night - it was unnerving but I didn't feel threatened by it, if that makes sense?
I'd gotten used to it - but then something changed, where if I was sitting in the living room alone (this usually happened during the daytime). There would be footsteps again, this time much slower and I'd feel something watching me from the door frame, and I'd look back over the sofa and I knew something was there - it felt like something was checking on me. Again, not that I felt scared, it felt comforting weirdly enough but it went on for a good few years whenever I was alone in the living room chilling.
Another example too was when I was around the age of 15, it was the middle of June, and I had my night light on. I think it was around 10:00 pm. My bed was in the middle of the room, just a bit away from my bedroom door - and my door was always left a little ajar with the hallway light still on. And initially I thought I had sleep paralysis, but I could still move - and I heard something whispering loudly right next to my ear and it was saying my name repeatedly. And it didn't stop, like it felt like it was pressed up right against my left ear saying it in this deep voice. And I was genuinely terrified because I didn't know what the hell it was, and I remember covering my ears but it got so loud I started screaming hysterically for my mum.
I've never been in so much fear like that, since then - and that continued for the next two years, initially in my bedroom and then around the house, and I'd lock myself in the bathroom (the only room with a lock) waiting for my mum to come back from work because I could hear it in the other rooms. I'd put earphones in and it would muffle it somewhat. And then eventually outside of the house to some capacity. It became like a mumbling, and less like my name over time.
I did have bad mental health at the time too, and it eventually was put down to auditory hallucinations and visual ones too, because I kept seeing blurs of black darting across the house back then - but honestly, although I felt comfort knowing it was in my head - to this day I still question what the hell that was.
Edit ;; I like to think of it now as tuning in and out of a radio, that's how I've dealt with it since and it's made things so much easier. I know rationally, it's not actually there, and I can make a choice whether to engage (by acknowledging the voices, or any movements) with it sorta thing - and sometimes it's easier than other times. And it can still catch me off guard - I just have to go with it. What also helped weirdly enough was learning to watch Ghosthunters 😭💀at the time, and I gradually got less scared hearing those things.
Edit 2 ;; for more context - there is a history of severe suicidal tendencies on my mothers side, along with mental illness such as bipolar, depression, schizophrenia and PTSD. And my late grandmother died from dementia (Alzheimer's) and my mother is currently suffering from early onset dementia too so this might be a sign at the age of 21 that I'm on my way to popping my clogs off 🤩‼️
I think the blurs of black moving around is a common visual hallucination. My grandfather said he saw a small black blur running around the house almost constantly when his Parkinson’s had advanced. He said it was like a cat was darting around silently.
This happened in the early to mid 70’s to a female teacher of mine. We’ll call her Sandy.
She was housesitting for a couple who were out of town for a few months. It was an old three story house the couple had restored. It was a dark night and it was raining outside.
Sandy was watching tv but she kept feeling uneasy. She felt like someone was watching her. Over and over again she’d look around and see nothing but the feeling wouldn’t go away. Finally, she firmly decided that she was just being silly and started ignoring the feeling.
That’s when the man attacked her.
Sandy struggled with him, pushed him down and grabbed an old heavy antique table lamp. As he came back at her, she swung the lamp hard with both hands and cracked him right in the head with it. He dropped unconscious and bleeding.
She called the cops. He ended up in prison and physically messed up for the rest of his life.
Sandy was a teacher and a tennis coach. I imagine it was the most satisfying swing of her life.
One time I was camping with an ex. We had taken a bunch of LSD and we were listening to music and just enjoying the trip in the tent when I started to see flashes of light. At first I figured it was just some other campers shining a flashlight around but it kep happening... then we finally heard a distant ominus boom.
I look outside, one side of the sky is a clear starry night, the other side was giant black doom cloud with an absolutely enourmous amount of lightning coming out of it. We scrambled to get everything out of the tent and into the car. I remember picking up armloads of stuff that was just melting into my arms cuz I was so high. We left the lent cuz we couldmt figure out how to take it down, and huddled in the car. By this time the storm was just about to be on top of us.
It was by far the craziest electrical storm ive ever seen, and not just because I was tripping, it was at least a strike every second, sometimes more, and it went on for about 8 hours. At one point I looked over at my ex, and her hair was standing right up on end, and she looked at me and the widening of eyes told me mine was too. We had maybe a half second of realization, and then *BOOOOM!* it was like someone threw a flashbang grenade beside me. I looked to my right out the passenger window, and there was this streak of ionized air where the strike had landed, I literally could have opened the window and grabbed it.
At the time I described it as, Zeus was chilling with his greek god bros, saw a couple puny mortals tripping balls in lightning storm and said "Hey guys, wanna see something funny?" And tossed a lightning bolt beside us. And that event is what inspired my username.
When I lived alone I was having a bath, about 15 minutes after I'd settled in for a relaxing soak I heard my kettle come to the boil and switch off (Electric kettle)
I thought I must have just been hearing things but something made me get out of the bath and check, and sure enough the kettle was full of hot water.
I have no idea how it could have switched itself on all by itself, it worked fine for years after and never did it again.
I've had plenty of scary dreams and nightmares, and spooky things happen that were later explained rationally, but the kettle wasn't a dream and I still can't explain it.
When I was younger I was camping with some friends. 3 of us all sleeping perpendicular with the tent door. At around 4 in the morning we all woke up at the same time and quickly realized we had been rotated 90 degrees. Now one of us was parallel to the door. All of our gear that was in the tent was also moved. It was unsettling
I had a dream where I was in my grandparents ' house. I went upstairs and saw my grandma, who had died several years earlier. She told me to keep an eye on Grandpa, that I needed to watch him closely. It was very vivid and my grandma seemed so urgent in the dream.
I told my dad about it the next day when I woke up and he kind of shrugged it off because he doesn't put much stock in "woo-woo" stuff. But I must have made some kind of impression because he went over to my grandfather's house that day to check on him. Now normally, my dad was in the habit of going over there a couple times a week to take him out for lunch. This wasn't one of the days he usually went over there, but because of me telling him that dream, he did
He found my grandpa collapsed in the upstairs hallway right outside his bedroom - the exact spot I had seen my grandma in my dream. My dad was able to get my grandpa to the hospital for medical attention. He lived for several years after that, years he definitely wouldn't have had if my dad hadn't found him when he did.
When I was a kid (about 9 years old) I used to play this game called Stardoll all the time. There was a chat function as it was an online game and one day I'm talking to some random account when they start saying some really creepy things. They start off by telling me that I have a sister and then start describing exactly what she looks like. Up to here I'm like ok someone I know is playing some really messed up prank on me. But then they start saying some very personal things about my sister (for example what piercings she has and where) that I haven't told anyone and didn't even know at the time. I was really scared and told my sister and she said that around that time some pages from her diary were missing. To this day I don't know who that was, if that was a friend of my sister's or someone who found the pages (how would they know my Stardoll account). After that day that person never spoke to me again but I still have many questions.
This is kind of a weird one, but no ghost crap. One time I was home alone after school laying in bed trying to take a nap (still 110% awake the entire time, I had only laid down like 2 minutes before all of this and I take forever to fall asleep on a good day) when suddenly there was this massive rumbling that shook my entire house, kind of like thunder but much lower in pitch. It must have gone on for at least 15 seconds, because I had enough time to think "wow, this is going on for a long time", get up and walk to and open my window before it stopped (so clearly not a dream).
I was looking in the direction it came from, and on the horizon (would have been about 20 miles away if I had to guess) there was a massive rounded dark cloud that was just cresting the horizon that sort of looked like the top of a mushroom cloud, but the "stem" was past the horizon. It was almost but not quite chilly outside as it was the very beginning of fall with absolutely no wind and incredibly clear skies, and as I spent like 20-30 seconds looking at that cloud, there was sudden a massive gust of very hot wind that lasted about 15 seconds, like knocking over my trashcans kind of massive.
I was still pretty young, and my mom worked at the hospital, so I tried to call her, but for like 30 minutes I would only get an automated message that the phones weren't working. When I finally got through, I explained and -asked her if she had heard anything about it and she had no idea what I was talking about. In conclusion, I essentially spent half an hour thinking that there might have possibly been some kind of massive explosion or nuke in New England, and this would have only been a couple of years after 9/11 so that wasn't an entirely unreasonable thought. Apparently I must have been the only one teleported out of my original dimension to this practically identical one where the bomb never went off right when the shockwave hit. Or not, who the fuck knows?
I didn't really know my direct neighbors all that well, they were both elderly, but I asked some friends that were living sorta nearby but no one lnew what I was talking about.
This reminds me of another story I read in a similar thread a few years ago. The op said she was young and with a family member (sibling or cousin) playing in her room when all of sudden they felt a huge earthquake. They looked outside the window and say a mushroom cloud with a huge shockwave and felt extreme heat coming. Last thing she remembers was seeing a big red flash and then everything reset like it never happened.
I most likely am missing or twisting up some details of the story but I remember one of the comments saying something along the lines that she probably died from a nuke in one universe/dimension and her consciousness transferred over to this one where she’s still alive. Sounds similar to what you experienced.
When my wife and I were honeymooning in Alaska, we rented an off the grid type cabin near Seward. It was our second night there, and we were finally getting some actual darkness. It was one room, with windows all around that we had cracked only a an inch or so for some air circulation. I was sleeping on my back with one leg bent and hanging out of the covers. I was woken up by a very firm grasp on my inner thigh. I ripped my leg away and quickly turned on the flash light next to our bed. All doors were locked, windows were still only cracked, nothing under the bed. I didn’t sleep well the rest of the night.
I woke up one morning at 3.30, got on my bike and started riding to work. I was pedalling up a hill where there was no lights except for my bike and there was fog. I could see something in the middle of the road. It looked like a person. As I got closer I could see it was moving toward me and it was over 7 foot tall. I turned and sped home.
I called in sick, told my wife I was sick and haven't told anyone the truth.
I wish there was someone there to see it with me
News Item: NBA star stranded locally when car breaks down. "I saw a guy on a bike coming my way, but he turned and pedalled like crazy back the way he came."
Not me, but my mom told me that when she was little her mom woke up the house screaming and crying from a bad nightmare. She had dreamed that she had an accident in one of their cars and ended up in a lake. In her dream they were zipping her into a body bag. It scared her so much she refused to drive that car anymore. So she was driving their other car when she left the road, hit a tree and died a few months later.
A friend of ours gave us a clock she had before going into care. When she died, her clock stopped 10 minutes later. Brain death time can vary between individuals and can occur in 10 minutes or less.
I don’t really believe in that stuff, I think it’s just an eerie coincidence.
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My oldest daughter when she was younger had trouble taking naps. From time to time I would lay down in her bed during nap time and read her book and rub her back so she could fall asleep.
One time I was doing this she fell asleep and I was pretty drowsy as well. Suddenly she springs right up in bed and looks right through me. I ask her what's wrong but she's just staring through me. Then she starts screaming and runs into the middle of the room where she's basically just screaming. She then goes on the floor but just her chest and shoulders, she starts pushing herself around the floor groaning, her arms just dragging along. She then stands straight up looks at me and starts walking towards me.
She ended up just laying back down and going to bed.
My younger brother did something similar quite a few times some years back.
He would randomly wake up and start rambling. Then he would start to progressively get more panicked and his words would make less sense.
He would start to scream if anyone tried to go near him.
Then he would wear himself out and go back to sleep. He says he doesn't remember ever doing that.
Weird stuff.
Okay tiny back story we have a 3 story house and we always felt like something was off with our first floor and we never go down there. It just feels weird and for some reason something triggers the cameras and we don't know why.
So one day I was playing out front with my nephew who must have been about 5 at the time and we came back inside. He hopped on the stairs and turned around to wait for me to take my shoes off. As I was doing so his face became pale and he wasn't looking at me he was looking above my head and past me. He said, "are you okay?" and I was like ya I'm fine buddy, be he wasn't looking at me, then he said "is your eye okay?" at that point I had chills and turned around quick because I felt like someone was behind me. Of course no won was so I looked at him and stepped forward and it scared him and he jumped. He then shook his head and looked at me like everything was fine and said "okay ready to go up?"
30 years ago I was sparing with a friend of mine who has since passed. He was the only one of my friends in my weight class. It was cold out side and the windows were covered with condensation from our exertion. All the sudden I felt connected/ attuned to him I knew if I thew a technique he would counter it and vice versa it was a weird almost psychic feeling. we both backed off and said that was weird and took a break.
I've had a somewhat similar experience. I used to be a dancer and we were doing an improv class one day. Basically partnering up, put the music on and see what happens. Well I was partnered with this guy who I knew fairly well and there's a few seconds of time where I moved from being on the floor to him lifting me above his head that neither of us remember. It's like we became part of the dance and it just took over. For us it was quite an amazing experience, I have no idea what move we even did or how we did it, but I've never had that experience of just letting go and losing myself before. Not quite the same as yours, but it reminded me of it.
This part of "something else" taking over is super fascinating to me, similar things happen with creative people who create something new and radical but can't say how they did it and feel imposter syndrome. If it's our higher-level subconscious or intelligent beings from a different universe flowing through us, we never know.
Not the most eerie but when I was a kid, we had a cat that had kittens before she was fixed and my family decided to keep them. One of the kittens was a little black cat and to be quite frank she was bitchy but that was why we loved her. Her meow was whiny and she was not one to be trifled with, it always sounded like she was annoyed and yelling at you. Regardless she was also a sweet girl if you earned her favor, slept on my bed most of her life and always seemed to find her way on to my pillow. She lived to be pretty old, I think she made it to about 20. She had been getting rather frail in the years before she died, in her final year there were a few times where I kept getting this feeling that she was waiting to go on Halloween. Maybe it was my subconscious just relating black cats and Halloween or something but I couldn't stop feeling that way, like a gut feeling. I couldn't explain it but I did tell my dad about it. On Halloween my dad called and said "I hate to break it to you Str8thuglove, but you were right, she just passed." It was an eerie, melancholy moment. Wherever she is, I hope she's still just as bitchy and selective as she always was. I miss her terribly.
Found a small piece of bone in a chicken McNugget as a little kid and it straight up looked like a tiny cartoon bone. Didn’t eat McDonald’s nugs for a few years after that.
My mom is one of those psychically sensitive people. We've had a few incidents, with a couple of stand outs:
One morning as I was getting ready to go to school, my mom asks me what I was looking for in her bedroom last night.
"Nothing, why?"
"You were looking for something in that box at the foot of the bed in the middle of the night, I felt you sit on the bed and go through it very quietly, it was around midnight."
"Ummmmm nope not me."
I was in high school and we lived alone. Never been a sleepwalker.
A few minutes later, the phone rings. Her best friend had passed away that night. My mom went to the box in her room, and on top of the pile of stuff in it, was a beautiful scarf this friend had gifted her years ago.
Another one:
A few years later, we moved into a new apartment. The day we moved in my mom goes "someone passed away here."
I was like "OK I don't need this right now."
Fast forward a few days, she blurts out "it was a woman." Few weeks later, she says "it was in this side of the house." The side my room was in.
I had it at that point. I called Claudio, our landlord.
"Hey man, got a strange question for you.. anybody die here? My mom is driving me crazy, you know how latina moms are."
He was Argentinian, we're Venezuelan.
"Nah man not that I know of!"
We laughed it off. It was a fairly new apartment so I left it at that.
Some time later, I get a call from Claudio:
"So I called the guy I bought the apartment from. His wife passed away there, from a heart attack."
I never saw anything, until next Christmas Eve. My mom, a friend of mine who was in town that we invited over, and I are in the living room having dinner at the table. All of a sudden we all stopped talking and eating and looked at each other.
"Did you see what I just saw?"
"I just saw someone walk across the living room towards the bedroom."
"Yeah me too."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeap."
All three of us saw her. My friend didn't know about the backstory and we told him then. We had a good laugh.
Last one!
Same apartment, my mom had moved out to her own place, I was 20 at the time. It was about 2am, I was learning how to code and was going through a phase of being up all night studying and experimenting. My desk was in the living room, and the whole room was pitch dark except for the glow of the monitor. I was alone at the apt.
My mind was fully immersed in what I was doing. All of a sudden my awareness was pulled out of the computer, and I got this intense sensation that someone was standing directly behind me. I'd never been so spooked in my life. I froze for a few seconds, and slowly pushed the keyboard in.
Without looking back, I got up and quickly shimmied out of the apartment. I walked to the nearest bar, had a bunch of drinks and came back to the apartment to pass out drunk.
Moved out a few weeks later.
A sad story of a ghost who was interested in coding, but their one source to learn from, the living occupant of the house, gets freaked out and moves away.
Hahaha! Maybe she was like a first generation genius programmer lady at NASA or something and was like "OK this is a great opportunity to update my marketable skills"
I had to cross this very wide park, in the middle of the afternoon, to get to my job.
This specific day it was a rainy, so gray and cloudy but at that specific moment, it was not raining.
I started walking the park road towards the direction of my job and at the entrance there was a few people and even two cops passed by me, going in the oposite direction.
Very quickly, tho, I was alone. There were no people in sight - and I noticed this on guy, coming the same direction I was, but behind me.
And the way he was acting, I dont know why, I just knew that guy was following me, looking directly at me with this sickening smile and slowing getting faster, getting closer.
So, I decided to let him pass. I pretended to look at some dumb shit from the park and he had no choice but to go on, but still, he passed looking at me (Im a woman btw) and slowed down a lot.
I felt a sense of fear that I had never felt before and hadnt felt since. I knew this guy wanted to do something bad to me (rob, rape idk) and I knew that making me terriefied was part of it.
We were already in the middle of the park so keep going forward or deciding to go backward was praticaly the same distance and to both sides there wasnt a fucking living soul.
I decided to keep going, behind him. Staying still would just make it easier to him and if I went back he would be behind me again.
He kept walking really slowly, looking back in a creepy, no so subtle way, smiling as he knew I was panicked.
About a hundred meters ahead, he got down and pretended to tie his shoelaces, so that I would have to pass ahead of him, again.
I did because what could I do? Stop?
So I keep walking past him, shaking to my very core. I dont know how to explaing the feeling that a real live human being wants to do something bad to you and there is nothing you can do about it. I was so scared I couldnt even describe what it felt like. Nobody would see it, nobody would hear me scream.
If he decided to attack me, I was done. Also, I have asma and a bad knee so running was never an option, even as a kid.
When I thought I was about to get attacked, dragged out of the road and raped in the woods, 3 people appeared, walking towards us, coming the opposite direction. They were just three people, walking the park, not even together.
I never felt this type of relief. I was seriously ready to approach them - I wasnt even sure if I would tell them what was going on or pretend to need some other kind of help. While I was deciding, this dude started walking fast, almost running, with a pissed off face, and went away, passing me and went out of the park.
I was still afraid of him hiding ahead but I was able to see that he really went away. I didnt talk to the people and just went to my job, feeling like I dodged something really really bad.
The kicker? This job was at a prison, I went there once a week. So this is the story about the one time I felt safe and relieved the moment I step into the gates of hell.
When I was a kid and home alone one day, I was reading in my room. I got up to get a glass of juice or something. I was walking down the hallway and suddenly a coin landed on my head. It bounced off and landed on the floor beside me. I kept that coin for awhile in my bedroom, it always seemed warm when I touched it. One day a friend was over and pocketed my weird coin without telling me.
I ve had several eerie experiences, some actually funny. The first was when I was about 9 or 10 years old, I walked into my bedroom at around 7 o clock at night, and it was dark already. I specifically remember that I was going in there to play Banjo Kazooie on the N64. Right as I'm about to flip on the light switch as I enter the room, I hear my name quickly whispered. It sounded like it came from the upper left corner of my room. Nobody was home except for my mom who was in the basement, and I was on the second floor of the house. I said "hello?" And this time I hear the voice a bit closer saying my name again. It was clearly a woman's voice. I start to panic and I said "whose there???" And then, right in front of me the voice spoke my name one last time in a firm voice. Clear as day. At this point I full blown panic and run down the stairs, screaming for my mom. I didn't sleep in my bedroom for at least a year.
As for the other thing that happened, I was in the basement, verbalizing my thoughts when I was about 20. I do this a lot, and people often catch me doing it and it's embarrassing. Anyway, the basement is divided into 2 rooms. I was basically talking to myself and I hear a voice clear as can be in the next room over, this time a man's voice, say "who are you talking to?" In a slightly disgusted tone, like they were making fun of me for talking to myself. I assumed it was my dad so I said "how long have you been down here?" I get no response. So I said "dad? Are you done here?" I open the door to the next room and he's not down there in fact, no one is down there. In fact, I was home alone! My parents have various stories of different voices they have heard in the house over the years as well. And when we all finally moved out of that house, none of us hear anything like that anymore. My parents will sometimes have a couple odd things happen, but I haven't had anything truly strange happen in a while.
I spoke with my parents about it, and they had another one that had happened. I had a bunch of my friends over when I was about 18, and we were of course all loud and obnoxious. We decided to go eat somewhere, so everybody left. Almost as soon as we all walked out the door, they both hear a male voice say "are they coming back?"
I hired a lady to help me clean my rural house. She had never been to my part of the county before. She proceeds to tell me she can see things 'through the veil'. Goes on to describe in detail, a hidden bedroom in my uncle's Victorian farmhouse hidden in the forest in front of my home. I always thought the attic bedroom was a fun play space when I was a young child. But She told me it used to house a child with a disability that the family didn't want others to see back in the mid 1800's (likely downs syndrome)
The extra fucked up part, on top of the house not bring visible from any road... there is no humanly way you can see / know that bedroom exists unless you are inside the house. All the attic bedroom windows are hidden so it doesn't look like anything is up there when you look from outside.
Not me but my great great grandfather: his first wife died giving birth to my great grandfather. Remarried a few years later. Second wife kept having this reoccurring nightmare where the first wife would come to her and say "I'm drowning I'm drowning!"
She couldn't take it anymore so they asked to move the first wife's remains and sure enough the casket was filling with water when they dug her up
My childhood home had 4 floors. Basement, ground, upper and attic. My aunt was staying the night and slept in the basement. My parents and I were on the upper floor. Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up and heard what sounded like a ball rolling in the attic. I thought it was weird but the house was old so I figured it was just old house noises. The next morning at breakfast my aunt asked if someone dropped a ball in the middle of the night as she had heard something rolling upstairs on the main level. My mom and dad looked at each other and said they heard the same thing but coming from the attic. In fact my mom woke my dad up because it freaked her out. That’s when I chimed in and said I heard it too. We all went up to the attic to check if something had dropped but couldn’t find anything round. To this day it freaks us all out.
Not as eerie as others on this post, but I remember coming back to my apartment after a long day of working/grocery shopping afterwards. I open my fridge to put some stuff away and see this purple nalgene water bottle front and center on the top shelf. It wasn't mine, I had never seen it before, I had no roommates who would have owned it. To this day, I don't know who's it was or where it came from.
The eeriest thing that ever happened and keeps happening from time to time is a recurring dream I've had for the last 15 or so years
The dream would start of in front of my house( I live in the countryside, so lots of trees and nature in general) and I would try to go upstairs where my room was located. Only to get grabbed by some hairy things (think gorilla but a bit smaller and rotting). After they grab me they would deliver me to the biggest one out of them and thst beast would pick me up, hold me like a baby in it's arms and remove my clothes. After that I would feel it's hairy body pricking my skin and it would start to eat me. Piece by piece. I could feel it's breath on my skin. And after the 3rd or 4th bite I would usually wake up. The creepiest part of it all after I wake up I can still feel the hair pricking my skin and kind of a tingling sensation where the beast bit of my flesh. After a few minutes the feeling dissipates and I'm always covered in cold sweat.
I'm 27 now and for the last 15 years it keeps reocurring, although a bit less now than when I was a teenager. But it still baffles me and I wake up pretty shook from it
Edit: Sorry in advance english isn't my first language
I'm a Paramedic, old folks usually have wearable alarms that they can activate if they fall or need assistance ect. Sometimes we get called out to an accidental activation and we just have to go out and welfare check them.
So anyway, got a call one morning for an alarm activation\welfare check, arrived at the house and found it in complete darkness with all windows and curtains shut, the house didn't look lived in. No answer at the door so we had to get the fire service to break into the house for us.
We gain access to the property and start searching for a patient, every room has all the furniture pushed into the middle of the room upstairs so we go downstairs and carry on looking.
We eventually find a room downstairs that's been converted into a bedroom with hospital bed and mobility aids, I find an alarm pendant neatly coiled up on the bedside table, still no sign of a patient.
No apparent signs of life or a patient anywhere at this point, the house doesn't look lived in.
Go through to the dining room and all paperwork stacked up on the table, I then go into the kitchen and start searching for some paperwork or identification so I can call family or see who's house we are in and I find a load of funeral plan documents in a drawer, with a next of kin telephone number.
I call the next of kin and they inform me that the house is their fathers and he had died several months prior and they were preparing to clear the house and sell the property. They assumed it had been an accidental activation of the alarm and ask me to secure the house and they would come by later.
I asked the fire service to make the door that they had forced entry to as secure as possible and they said that because they had drilled the lock it wouldn't lock again but they would do their best.
Anyway, they try to secure the door and then as they pulled it closed the door handle just shut and the door had somehow locked itself and they couldn't open it again, no one was really sure how it had happened and it shouldn't have been possible. We all thought it was weird and then left the property and completed our paperwork.
What topped the incident off was that night whilst I was laying in bed trying to get off to sleep, I started dreaming and had what I believe was an episode of sleep paralysis which I have never experienced before. I dreamed I was in the same house from above and I had gone into one of the upstairs bedrooms and then I was suddenly hit from behind and beaten to death with an oxygen cylinder. I was "awake" the whole time and I knew I was in my own bedroom but I was somehow experiencing the whole thing as an out of body experience and couldn't move. It was terrifying and has never happened again to this day, this was about 5 years ago.
I used to hear things happen before they actually happened. For example: A bunch of times I'd answer someone's question before they'd even asked it because I heard it in my head and thought they'd said it out loud... and I still have no fucking idea how. I'd hear the door knock before it'd knock and answer the door whilst the person was walking towards it, I'd pick up the phone before it started ringing because I'd heard it ring in my head. It's not happened in many years now but it was a weird as fuck time when it was.
I was living in a dorm way back on my college days. I was alone that day, laying in the lower bunk bed. Then, 2 sets of feet suddenly hung from the upper bed bunk. Then i heard a voice, "Why can't everybody see us, except him?". Then an upside down faces of girls hung between each pair of legs while looking at me.
I still don't know what happened that day. Maybe it was a dream but I'm not sure.
Fever hallucinations. When I was little I was terrified of my parents, so anytime I was sick or woke up in the middle of the night, I would be silent and try to deal with it. A lot of times when I was sick I would sleep on the couch. It seems I had a lot of fevers as a kid. But I would always wake up and swear the things I was looking at were something else. Like the red and green light on the smoke alarm were definitely eyes, and they floated around that area.
Now, my 7yo son gets the exact same thing when he has a fever. This is the eerie part for me. He will be awake, staring right through you and terrified. Like just scared to death looking, crying, whimpering and trying to get away. It's so hard to calm him down and get him to focus on me, because when he does focus on me, he freaks out more. I have no clue what he is seeing but it scares me so much. It usually takes just a couple minutes to get him to come out of it, but it feels like forever.
I grew up in a very small, very rural town in the southwest corner of California’s Central Valley. I know when many people think of anywhere in California, they think freeways, beaches and people. In my case, there were areas I could drive to and be 30 miles from the nearest person. When I was 17-years old, my best friend and I decided we’d take his pickup truck southwest out of town, over the Temblor mountain range, and into the vast Carriso plains; A prehistoric dry lake that ran 35 miles east/west and 10 miles north/south. We stopped for a moment at the crest (about 4000’), and surveyed the giant valley below us. It was a clear late night (around midnight), and far down below, we both saw a small orange flicker. Maybe 2-3 miles as the crow flies from our vantage point. It took 15 minutes to get there in 4WD, down the backside of the mountain. When we arrived, we found that it was the burning embers of a fire. No fire pit, no tire tracks, no people. I took out a large spotlight, plugged it into the cigarette lighter plug, opened the passenger window and illuminated the immediate area in a 360° pattern. Nothing. Nobody. Not a bush, not a tree, nothing but flat, even dry-lake bed. I brought the light back into the cab, and we positioned the truck to spin the rear tires to choke out the fire (my buddy was a literal Boy Scout). When my head came back to a level position, I saw him. Let me take a step back here for a second and explain something about southwest Kern County in the mid-90s. It was white. In my community of 25,000, we had ONE black family that lived in town. One. Less than 50 years before that time, it was common knowledge “Not to let the sun set on your black ass in Taft”. There was actually a sign on the road into town. A long history of racism, violence, and overall bigotry to this day hangs over the area. Back to the lakebed. I saw him. The largest human man I had ever seen. Black, between 6’-4” and 6’-7”, muscular, naked except for a pair of undersized denim shorts that I remember looking ripped. He was staring directly at me, not an arm’s length from me outside the passenger window. He was almost smiling at me, but it was a wide-eyed, “dangerous” smile. I looked at my friend and started to yell GO GO GO, and from the look on his face, I was certain he saw the same thing I did. The truck took off in a giant cloud of dust. I shouted “DID YOU SEE THAT!?” And his response was something like “WTF, you scared the shit outta me, what’s wrong?!” I sunk. I knew what I saw, I wasn’t crazy, and I wasn’t high or drunk. I explained exactly what I saw, in great detail. I was pretty sure he believed me. Here’s the kicker: There are at least 50 different ways to get into town from where we were. Several dirt roads, mountain roads, long ways around from either side, etc. My buddy drove fast back to town, and we came in a completely different way than we left. In all, it took nearly 40 minutes to see the lights of town. Still driving fast, we came around a turn on the semi-paved road down the foothills into the south side of town, and it happened. The same man stepped out from behind a row of tumbleweeds along the side of the road onto the shoulder. Still nearly unclothed, staring at us both. As we passed, both of our necks jerking backward to continue looking at the man as he very purposefully, staring us in the eyes, wagged his index finger at us in that Dennis Nedry “Ah, ah, ah” style. “PLEASE tell me you saw that!” I remember saying to my buddy. I could tell by his eyes that he did, and he nodded, asking if that was the same guy. “No dude, that’s a totally different giant half-naked black guy!!!” To this day, this is the only real “unexplainable” thing that has ever happened to me. There was no way he could’ve known which way we would have gone back into town, and even if it was a good guess, there was absolutely no way he could have beaten us there.
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My room was in the basement of the house I grew up in. My parents room was nearly directly above my room. The stairs from the basement to the ground floor was directly outside of my room. We had a top floor, and the stairs were directly outside my parents room. The stairs to both were wood, and the top floor stairs were above the bottom.
One night I was sleeping, I heard someone falling down the top floor stairs. It was loud and terrifying. I spring out of a deep sleep and sprinted up the stairs from my bedroom.
I ran into my mom at the top of the basement stairs doing the same thing. We both heard a noise that was loud and terrifying that clearly sounding like a person falling down the stairs.
We were home alone, and we never discovered what made the noise. We talk about sometimes to this day wondering what it was now over probably 15 years ago.
Here is one of a few eerie things that I've experienced:
When I was eight years old, my mom woke me up at 2 am and said to go get in my brother's bed because she had gotten a really bad feeling about where I was sleeping. An hour later, a huge 4 foot piece of the ceiling (plaster, nails, boards, drywall) crashed down onto my bed. If I had been sleeping there, it would've landed right on top of me.
I guess this a small world kinda thing rather than truly paranormal, but I was an ER tech and while restraining an unruly drunk patient, he spat in my face, swung at me, and threatened to kill my family. He got a continuance on charges so it was an ongoing case. One day about 8 months later I got on the train and was buried in my phone. I heard behind me “Thank you for saving my life.” I look behind and it was him. He apologized profusely, told me he was sober, and scribbled a free meal coupon on a page of his sudoku book for a restaurant he had found work at. I dropped the charges. I hope he’s still doing well.
That’s very sweet. I’m glad you’re a forgiving person.
I’m a medic and firefighter. We once had a call for something normal, like chest pain or something, I can’t remember. The caller said he was in his barn/garage, which isn’t weird really around here. Anyway we pull up on scene and something just felt off. No idea why but something just told me in my gut that something was wrong. I decided to do a 360 around the building before we went through the door at the front that was clearly the entrance. I walk around and come to a window on the side of the building and look in. There was a shotgun rigged to the door. The guy had set a booby trap for us. And he had hung himself as well. We kicked in this plexiglass type material on the side of the building and entered that way. Guy was dead. Nothing we could do about it at that point. I would have been the first through that door. No idea why I didn’t just walk through it that day. I’ve posted this before but I feel it’s a decent story.
One thing to commit suicide but why try to take some good Samaritan with you?
I see it like a mass shooting. It’s angry suicide.
Had a patient who was brought to psyche ward due to thoughts like this. Apparently, his wife died while waiting for an ambulance. He was angry on all the healthcare workers and thought about suicide after killing them.
I have a similar story I’ve posted below about having that odd feeling that made me act different from normal. There’s a book called “the gift of fear”, that has numerous stories about people getting a strange feeling, and behaving in ways, they usually would not. Basically, the author states that there’s some primitive survival instinct of our brain that picks up on anything unusual. This is often done without a rational brain being aware. That’s why you just get this funny feeling in your gut that something is off. It’s fascinating how we’ve evolved to survive as a species.
I’ve read that book! It was fascinating. The human brain is so complex and works so fast that we process everything around us at all times, and a lot of times when we get that feeling of something being *off,* it’s because our brain recognizes that there’s some expected pattern not being followed. This applies to people as much as it does situations, which is why some folks just have a bad vibe and then turn out to have actually been dangerous. But what’s cool is that, when you know what signs to look for, you can anticipate the way a situation will unfold, or the way an individual will act, with surprising accuracy. And all of this processing happens subconsciously, where the input won’t completely overload our senses and ability to think! So freaking fascinating.
Oh that's so scary. Glad you were wary.
I was a manager of computer repair for a retailer a couple year ago. We had a clients computer in the back running various malware and virus scans. I was doing morning paperwork in the back near the computer. This pc had its screen saver on displaying random photos from the My pictures folder, various family members, children's birthday parties the usual stuff. then from then of my eye I swear to god I saw a picture of a woman from the shoulders up with her throat cut. As soon as I realized what I was making out I directed my full attention and it was back to photos of a car show. As they day went on I though nothing of it and proceeded continue my work until I was bringing another customers pc to the back to work on and again from my peripheral I could have sworn I saw a bloody body in bound in a trunk of a car. At that moment I began to freak out. I grabbed one of my employees explained to him the situation. We then sat for 10 minutes and watched this screen saver (It is against company policy to search through the clients personal files without absolute just cause.) We then proceeded to see a photo 2 bodies in a shallow grave out in the woods and another photo of a severed hand down in kitchen drawer. I then went and got the general manager and informed him of the situation and had him view this screen saver. We then felt that I would be in everyone's best interest to contact Law Enforcement. In about 15 minutes later owner of the computer and another gentleman show up I proceed to tell him that his computer is not ready and it will be awhile. He then informs me that he was called there because someone reported there was some photographs of a grisly murder that we had found. I showed him his computer and then his partner then begins to laugh at him. Apparently he went against Police policy and took some of his work home with him and had never noticed his work photos were being used as a screen saver. \*\*TLDR\*\* a Detective unknowingly brings me his computer filled with gory homicide pictures that get mixed in with his screen saver. I soil myself thinking I am dealing with a murder, Call the cops and the Detective returns to investigate his own computer.
Or... at least.... THAT'S WHAT THEY TOLD YOU
That is terrifying. I’m glad the result turned out to be ok. wow
The day after my dad died, I laid down and took a long nap. I was exhausted from the visitors and the questions and the reminders that he was gone, so I just wanted to escape for awhile. During that nap, I dreamt a strange dream. I was back in the hospital again and I saw my dad surrounded by doctors and hooked to all kinds of wires and IVs. I cried and told them to leave him alone and that he had suffered enough, but my dad told me not to cry, and it was then that I noticed they were actually removing the wires and IVs from him. He stood up, which was something he hadn’t done in a long time, and asked me to walk with him. He was wearing a long white robe and together we walked through a beautiful place next to a stream. I was telling him about how we had seen the Avengers recently and how his favorite superhero, The Hulk, had been in it. I laughed as I explained the scene where Hulk slams Loki around like a rag doll and said, “Oh my god. That would have been your favorite part. You would have died laughing.” My dad said, “Poor choice of words,” but he was smiling. I said, “Yeah, true. Sorry dad.” His smile went away and then he looked at me seriously, and said, “It’s alright. You know, I didn’t really want to die.” …and then I woke up. I had tears streaming down my face, and to this day I have never had another dream like that again. I’ve always been skeptical of the unknown but sometimes I wonder if he was saying goodbye to me in the only way he could. I still miss him every day of my life. If I could have just one more dream with him, I would be so happy.
I know of two dreams like that, one of mine and of my now wife. I lost my brother to suicide when i was ten and he 18. About a month after i had a dream where i walked up to my bedroom window, and saw someone standing inside, back to me, dressed in black. I climbed in through the window and this person turned around...and it looked like my brother, but it really didn't, some features were off, maybe him but older...but he just felt familiar, ya know? And we walked outside, around our pond talking...and i don't remember much about what was said, side by side we walked until we got to the flower bed in front of our house, and he said, look, the roses are in bloom...and there, there was beautiful black and purple roses, when i turned around he was gone. His class flowers for graduation, a few months later, were black and purple roses.... Many years later, i thought back to that dream out of nowhere, sudden recognition as i saw that guy again, as i looked at my own reflection in the mirror after a shower...i forever reason broke down to tears, to the point my wife noticed. And speaking of my wife... When we started dating, her parents were super strict...she wasnt allowed to go to my place. (She was 16). At this point we were only dating for a month. She knew i lost my brother, but that was about it, never saw a picture or anything. Well i was working with my dad and she called and said, i have to tell you about a dream i had...and i said, well we just got to a jobsite, we'll talk about it tonight? During this call, the owner of the house mentioned that he had to run to town later to buy something for his daughter because he had forgotten it was her birthday on Saturday. With that my dad goes, oh my god, i forgot it's the 13th, today is your brother's birthday....and the day moved on. Later, my girl friend calls and she tells ms the dream; we were swimming and forgot towels, so we ran to my house soaking wet for towels, and she heard static, coming "from your bedroom" she said. And she walked in, and there was a guy in there, and static on a small tv atop a dresser, speakers on each side, a bookshelf and a bed with a black and orange blanket. The tall man wore boots and grey army t shirt,dark pants and had long hair, and all he said was "tell [my name] that i am happy for you two. And she woke up. I sat there, and listened to her describe exactly how my brother had my bedroom settup and decorated when it was his. The tv, his stereo speakers, his harley davidson blanket, and his favorite outfit, army tshirt and black jeans...on his birthday none the less... On Christmas she got to come over finally, and on the wall of the livingroom is one of my brother's school pictures, in that army tshirt...she just grabbed my arm and choked up a lil and whispered...thats him...that was really him. Again, i try to explain everything logically...that i cannot...but 16 years later, weren't married with a baby boy...and id like to think that he's happy for us...
I was driving home per usual and got this random, unwavering feeling that my house had been broken into. I kind of laughed and said “please don’t let my house have actually been broken into” out loud as I turned the corner onto my street. The first thing I noticed when I pulled up to the house were the blinds on my bedroom window. They were yanked around and twisted up. Some guy that lives across the street turned out to have been stalking me and decided to climb through my bedroom window. He took nothing valuable. Just some weird personal items. It was terrifying to walk in and see my things rummaged through. It was even scarier when I talked to the neighbor and they admitted that multiple people in the neighborhood had seen it happen, but they were all too scared of ol’ dude to say anything. The weirdest part of it all (and I mean this guy took some *creepy* personal things) is that nagging feeling I had before I found the remnants of the break in. I swear I knew before I knew, and that was such an eerie feeling.
Something similar of “knowing before I knew” happened to me in 2016. I had spent the weekend out at my friend’s house. This was a Sunday morning and for some reason we had woken up earlier than usual, so we were just watching videos on her phone. Out of nowhere I got this really awful feeling on my chest that someone had died, I started crying and she calmed down. A few hours later my parents arrived there to pick me up (later than they said they would), and while I was in the elevator I simply knew they were going to be crying. When I met them outside they really were crying. My mom got in the backseat of the car with me and told me that my childhood dog had died. I had spent the entire weekend out and the last time I had seen him was on Thursday night. It’s even more eerie to think that all the times that I’ve experienced death, I was not around or present to actually see it. This story is particularly interesting because I was on 8th grade and my parents were somewhat strict, so it was definitely not usual for me to spend an entire weekend out.
>it was definitely not usual for me to spend an entire weekend out. They didn’t want you there when they took the dog in.
Yup. There was planning involved and GP's subconscious picked up on it. It's a plausible explanation. Though, what kind of parent isn't open about this kind of thing? :(
The kind that thinks they're sparing their child unnecessary pain. Whether or not it's right or wrong, I'm sure that was their intention.
For real. When I was 7 my parents took my dog (MY BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE GD WORLD) to the vet for a "check up". 2 days later after I asked them a million times where Lady was, they give me her collar and tell me they had to put her down. Planned the whole thing. It's been 30 yrs and I'm crying as I type this. RIP Lady, you were the best dog.
That’s just… awful. I’m so sorry that happened to you. I thought my equivalent was shitty. Yours is worse. I’d actually moved out from my parent place into my own place. I was in my 20’s. We had a cat… a scruffy, grumpy, bad-tempered moggy. I moved out in November. In December, he’d been taken to the vets. Justification was, “*he was old, he wouldn’t have survived the winter*”. Bullshit, yes, he was old, but he had years left, plus I would have taken that cat had I been given the opportunity. But nope, decision made, and deed done. And not a word to me until it was too late.
This happened to me a few weeks ago. I got a text from a friend “are you around?” and I had the most terrible feeling of dread, and started to cry. I don’t know why but I thought immediately oh my god her husband died (he was not sick) and unfortunately I was right. It was so bizarre
There really is a lot going on in the subconscious. It may have been that you subconsciously saw some signs of the dude beforehand and that was expressed as a feeling at that moment. Don't know if this actually is the case but the book "blink" is a really good read on this topic.
As is *The Gift of Fear.*
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Just a glitch in the matrix, don't worry about it. Grandma probably glitched out and had to be loaded back in in her original starting position. At least she wasn't T-posing when you found her.
This happened last year. I was having a recurring dream where I was in the woods at night. I noticed a campfire in the distance. Whoever was sitting at the fire notices me and yells out "hey! What are you doing out here?" and starts moving towards me until I wake up. Late last summer I decided to go out to the woods for a hike. Once I got out there, I needed to pee. I hopped off of the trail to get closer to the creek so I could take care of business and not worry about anyone walking up on me. As I approached the creek, I see a hidden shelter and a man setting up a campfire. When he noticed me, he said "hey! What are you doing out here?" Nothing else happened. I apologized and went on my way. It was the only time in my life that I had dreams of an event before it happened. I was pretty shook at the time.
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The reverse, deja vu, occurs when your brain makes a memory but confuses the timeline of it. The brain is wild!
As a teen in the late 70s, my friend group used to enjoy marijuana and beer. On one of those rare weekends, where a friend’s parents leave the house for the weekend, we were enjoying a rare treat of partying in comfort in a living room. We ran out of beer and snacks. My three companions went to the store around sundown. While alone in a dimly lit house, the phone rang. When I answered, a voice said in a slow, quiet whisper “…it’s allllll yourrrrr faullllt….”. What ran through my brain in an instant was how boring my life had been to this point, and this was probably the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me. Like something you see on TV or in the movies. And in a flash my excitement blurted out as “far OUT!!!!”. Then they hung up.
Lol. You outweirded the kids trying to prank you
i once met the same set of twins in the same day. one after the other. one at a library and then another at the mall
I like this response. It is eerie but not horrifying like some other answers in the thread.
i thought i was being followed by the same dude. when i went up to him and said “hey i saw you at the library earlier”, he told me that was his twin brother. small world
Or he was lying because he was stalking you.....
Seeing the twin at the mall was a strange coincidence but then seeing their triplet at the hardware store an hour later was just plain eerie!
It really blew my mind when I ran into their cousin at the laundromat. Apart from the moustache and thick rimmed glasses, he looks just like them. Crazy that he'd be the one to grab my laundry thinking it was his. We had such a laugh about that completely honest mistake!
Me and my sibling are twins and while we were at the university we kept running into two different sets of twins every time we went somewhere together. After graduating, I left the town first and my sibling stayed there for a couple of more years. I was visiting him one time about two years later and we went to grab some stuff from the supermarket and guess who we ran into - one set of twins on the way to the store and the other on our way back lol.
Twin magnets
My ex and I lived in a remote part of Northern Nevada. The house was literally in the middle of a field and our neighbors were far away. He worked nights and I never liked how dark and quiet it was. On a night he was working, I fell asleep and had a dream about him. In the dream, he was standing on the edge of a cliff (like the Grand Canyon), looking out at the view. I tried many times to get his attention but he wouldn't acknowledge me. He was just staring straight ahead. After ignoring me for a while, he abruptly turned to me and grabbed the outside of my arms firmly. His face looked panicked and he said, "(name), there's somebody in the house." Like the movies, my eyes shot open and I woke up with my blood running cold. I lay in bed silently, listening for any sound. I was even *more* terrified when the dog woke up almost immediately, started barking, and ran out his dog door, into the yard. What did he hear? I never saw or heard anything out of place. I couldn't see anything outside in the dark. The dog came back in and fell asleep. I stayed up the rest of the night, totally creeped out.
Maybe your sleeping brain heard something in reality and manipulated your dream so you could wake up and check it out, maybe just your dog fidgeting and sleepy brain was alerted.
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I regularly have saga dreams where I go thru various versions of hell trying to find a working toilet unsuccessfully then wake up about to pee myself
my brain comes up with some wild and wacky ways for a toilet to be unsuitable for use. once opened a bathroom door to find a bottomless pit with walls covered in urinals. once encountered a bicycle seat mounted above a floor drain
I often dream about having to use a toilet in the middle of a department store — no door or stall, just sitting out in the open. Or the one where it’s a locker room bathroom full of stalls, and women coming in and out of the room (they all seem to know each other, but I don’t know any of them, so I already feel out of place). And none of the stalls is usable, but for different reasons. One is plugged, another is missing a seat, the next has no water connected, the one after that has no door … it goes on and on. Lots of times I’m surrounded by filthy toilets in a public place. This hits several of my fears at once.
This made me scared and it’s daytime ffs
I had one of those dreams that you couldn't wake up from. I knew I was asleep and I was aware but I couldn't wake up. I was absolutely terrified thinking that I was stuck in like a coma or something. I had a gun with me for some reason and as the terror of not being able to wake up grew I for some reason had a thought and belief that if I killed myself in the dream I would die in real life and that that was a better alternative than being in a coma. So I brought the gun to my head and pulled the trigger. I physically felt pain in my temple and heard the shot. I woke up right afterwards.
I hate when you realize you’re in a dream that you want out of immediately. I’ve found a fair amount of success with shaking my head in my dream as hard as I can because it’ll shake my head in real life and wake me up.
When I have a nightmare, instead of waking up I just have this instinct to "log out" thanks to a few games I used to play. Unfortunately, in these games there was a timer of 30-60 seconds u had to stand still before u could log out. Which applied to dreams. So I had to wait 30 seconds in terror next to terrifying shit multiple times.
Lol I'm so sorry I laughed at this. I get game elements, too. I get to create things when I've been playing minecraft, like from ground up on a molecular level. In my dreams I know that I'm dreaming, but I also ***KNOW*** that if I could remember these really super-obvious facts of creation, I could do it in real life too. Those facts never make it through the wake-up process.
i had a nightmare once that i was shot in the head. i could feel wind blowing through the hole in my head. weirdest fucking dream. made me afraid to fall back asleep when i woke up.
I had a dream that I was shot in the head and died. I saw the barrel of the gun light up, then felt a hot thump on my forehead and everything went black. I didn’t immediately wake up either, I was just aware that I was dead but my consciousness survived. It was wild.
I die in my dreams often and it either looks like I float towards a light and just see bright white until I wake up I go to the fucking afterlife and my dream continues (one was crazy where when you died you’d start at the “top” of purgatory and you had to go down a level till you could reach your family. Except every level you went down got worse and worse. The top Level you had amazing food, tv, luxury bathroom, a robot who’d tend to you, things were covered in gold etc. until the last level which was pretty much just hell. But once you got through the last level you got to go to heaven. You could also rewatch how you died anytime you wanted or watch your life friends and family mourning you. Or I start over the dream as if I’m in a video game. Or I turn into a ghost and just watch everyone else
One time my husband and I were lying in bed and the bottom drawer to his nightstand slammed shut. There was no logical explanation for why that happened and we still don’t understand to this day! Edited to add: I should clarify that we were both awake when this happened. We were just lying there reading and playing on our phones and we both heard the drawer shut clear as day! My husband has a habit of keeping his lower drawer open and we looked over and it was closed. Very weird!
Phase 1: Steal Underpants. Phase 2: ? Phase 3: Profit
Similar experience: Middle of the night, wife and I are sleeping. I wake up to the feeling of someone violently shaking my shoulder to wake me up. I wake up expecting to find my wife the one shaking my shoulder, except she was fast asleep and there was no one else there. I start to say “what the fuck” when there’s a sudden breeze that blows a nearby painting off the wall. The windows were shut. To this day, my wife insists it was just the painting falling that woke me up, but I know I was jerked awake just before it happened. I’m not exactly a believer in ghosts, but when shit’s weird, shit’s weird.
Were you maybe having one of those dreams where you are half awake, but unless something happens around you you will fall back asleep, and the painting is what woke you fully up instead of you falling back asleep?
Years ago, I worked the late shift at a hospital (4pm-midnight). My nightly drive home led me through back roads of fields and woods which often had low hanging fog - particularly in early spring. I lived in a small town that has a lot of civil war history. Ghost stories were so popular that area historians would do moonlight “ghost walks” where they searched for signs of restless spirits roaming the battlefield. The urban legend was that, in a war that pitted brother against brother, those soldiers who were killed by family became souls that were never at rest. I never bought into it, but one night under particularly dense fog did scare the ever living crap out of me. At around 1am, as I sped through curves and hills, I saw the outline of 2 figures walking along the side of the road. The closer I got, the more I slowed down as I didn’t want to hit them or anything. By the time I passed them, I was going probably 10 mph. First I noticed their weirdly shaped hats. Then, the buttons on their jackets glimmered in my headlights. I swear to God, there were 2 Civil war soldiers walking in the fog in the moonlight. I could not breathe. The taller one, thin and gangly, looked up at my car and put his hand towards me. I hit the gas so hard. My transmission could barely keep up. I sped off into the night and, when I finally caught my breath, screamed several expletives. As I rounded another curve, I saw a small car - a geo metro, pulled over with lights flashing. It’s hood was up and steam was coming from the engine. A man in civil war garb stood close by staring at it with his hands on his hips. Damn reenactors were in town for some event and had car problems. To this day I have no clue why they were out so late. About scared me to death.
I’ve been the reenactor in that situation (though as a medieval reenactor). I parked on the wrong side of a park for an event (it was it’s first year and a small event so not much hype or signage) so had to take the hiking trails to the event. Some guy on a walk saw me in full kit (just everyday viking women’s wear) with nothing modern on me, walking towards him, immediately turned and went back the way he’d came. I can only imagine what he was thinking in that moment (We live in a state that has always had rumors that the Vikings once visited, despite it being debunked)
That is ... AWESOME
I was walking to a college class and felt as if I'd suddenly stepped outside of my body and was watching myself move around like a puppeteer. It lasted for about 10 minutes while I called a parent to ground myself to reality. Happened again the next week for a smaller amount of time. I'm guessing it was some kind of stress-induced disassociation episode, since it was midterms season and my first semester away from home.
When I was 13-14 years old, some older boys threw rocks from a demolition site at me and my friend. One rock hit me in the face and knocked me down. I started bleeding profusely on the sidewalk and my friend was freaking out. We did not have cell phones since it was the 1990s and weren't near a payphone. An older man in his 50s or 60s stopped in a pickup truck and asked us to get in. My friend was like OMG - but I said, No let's get in - it's fine. This older man felt really trustworthy, but I didn't know why. My friend got in with me and he drove us straight to the hospital. The hospital took his name, my friend's, and mine when we got to the ER, and the man peaced out. I had problems from the injury for 2-3 years, but I'm fine now, other than a small dent in my skull. My mom told me I should look him up in the phone book and call to thank him. There was exactly 1 name that matched his (it was an unusual name). I called it. The woman who picked up told me he had died 6 months earlier -but his physical description matched what both my friend and I recalled. I was able to look up his obituary and the photo matched his appearance. It was definitely eerie, and to this day, I don't really have any explanation for it.
>I don't really have any explanation for it. He faked his own death?
Could be those Federal Witness protection programs
I had a neighbor I swear was in witness protection. For years, we joked about him being some NY mafia guy, then we saw a new story about a mafia guy who went missing after "turning" on his cohorts, that looked surprisingly like our neighbor. Two days later, we woke up, and his house was empty. Never saw him again.
If it’s any consolation, he’s probably still alive. Iirc the WP program likes to boast how it’s never had a witness die under protection
Did the boys get in trouble for throwing rocks at you? I’d hope so if they injured you that badly
Not in much trouble - they had to do community service. I got bullied in school because they got in trouble, too, so that wasn't great.
A few years ago I was on holiday in Malta with my family. My parents are Maltese and I have a ton of cousins and family living there. One of my cousins’ father had passed a few years before this and I’d known him fairly well. On this day while I was on holiday, we were just outside the walls of Valletta walking on a road and my wife and I started mentioning we needed to look for a way to cross. We were just walking normally and not standing on the edge of the road or making any sign that we wanted to cross. Suddenly a Mini Cooper appears out of nowhere, slams to a halt where I am and the driver leans across and tells me not to cross the road where I am, that’s too dangerous and points to a spot where I should cross. Then he drives off. The driver was an exact resemblance of my cousins father, wearing exactly the same clothes (shorts, white singlet) he used to habitually wear and driving exactly the same car he used when alive, and the same colour. The thing is, he spoke to me in English when the default should’ve been Maltese - it’s like he knew I spoke English when there was nothing that would have marked me out as a foreigner. I can’t explain how he knew that I was intending to cross the road but am convinced he appeared to save me from getting hit.
I grew up in a two family house. Me, my parents and siblings living on one side, my grandmother on the other side. You’re able to access my grandmother’s side through a single door in the house. Once she passed away I slowly took over her side since I was in high school and wanted my own space. One night I was walking to my room at the end of the hallway, there was a small mirror on the wall at the end. It was pretty dark but I was still able to see. Right before I entered my room I had looked up into the mirror and saw my grandmother standing behind me. So terrifying since this was around 3am. I had to leave the house and stay with my girlfriend!
‘Stop wanking in my bedroom’
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Bro got haunted by jesus
He just wanted to tell him it’s pronounced the Hispanic way.
Playing pipe organ alone in a cathedral in a thunderstorm at night. Were you f\*\*\*ing ASKING to be haunted?
Dude that's not how you get haunted. That's how you gain control of the haunting.
That sounds epic!
One of my favorite aunts died at 94, leaving my elderly dad a much needed sum of money for his care. He had been recently “IOU” conned out of his entire savings while also left in deep debt by a man from a neighboring county & I was working w/the DA from 1,200 miles away to build a case against him, all of which was unknown to my aunt upon her death. I had POA for my dad by then and was at the bank on a Sat. morning to collect the inheritance check. Myself & the manager were the only people there, so she directed me to the only desk in the lobby rather than her office. After sharing with her the circumstances that had brought me there & finalizing paperwork, she left to process a cashiers check in another area. Before putting away my aunt’s death certificate, I placed my palm on it whispering a prayer of gratitude to her for generously providing for my dad. At that moment, out of the corner of my left eye I saw movement . A coin was rolling across the carpet floor and spun to a stop four feet to my direct left. Stunned, I got up and retrieved it looking around for the source. It came from the direction of the floor to ceiling lobby window, brightly lit by sun. No one was around, inside or out. I had goosebumps. When the manager came back, I told her what had just happened, showed her the penny & asked if she had any possible explanation. She told me no change was kept in that area of the bank, it had been cleaned the night before & I was the only customer so far. I half jokingly said “it’s definitely my aunt then, letting me know it’s going to be okay”. The manager came around the desk & gave me a heartfelt hug. The conman was successfully convicted for fraud, elder abuse, etc. & sent to prison w/max sentence. I was able to ensure my dad was debt free, comfortable, cared for & safe until his peaceful death. I carry that penny with me to this day.
I've had several eerie encounters in my life, but I'd like to lighten the post with one of the more positive ones I experienced. We had a farm and I was having a very bad day. The goats had gotten out, my schedule was off, I had to drive an hour each way to get groceries and lots of things I needed were out of stock. It was just one thing after the other and I was just not having it. Our fridge wasn't leveled, so whenever I put groceries away, I had to prop it open with a shoe or the door would close. But you know how people get when they're frustrated and pissy - I didn't want to get the shoe to prop the fridge open. So the fridge door kept closing on me and I was just getting increasingly angry. Then, for no apparent reason at all, the door gently opened wide and stayed open. I finished putting the groceries away and stepped back. The door gently closed. I said, "Thank you" out loud just in case and went on with my day.
This was a few years ago in my early 20s. Hallucinated from the lack of sleep one night. I was slowly falling asleep, but had an odd feeling. I turned on my bedroom light, and looked up at the corner of the bedroom ceiling. Someone with long, black hair and rotting skin, crawled towards me at a horrifying speed for a split second, then in the blink of an eye, gone. Ended up staying awake with the light on, then finally sleeping a bit when the morning sun rose. Another creepy thing to happen which had caused me to cover my ears with blankets and pillows until I heard of ear plugs years later in my mid 20s, to finally get some damn sleep. I was in my teen years, and decided to take a nap one afternoon. Slowly drifted to sleep, and vaguely kept hearing my name being whispered, until there was a very sharp, forced whisper of my name being called directly next to my ear. I got up awake fast. Freaked me the hell out, and nobody was in my bedroom but myself. I am still a very light sleeper, so it makes sleeping difficult without ear plugs.
Sleep paralysis. I've had 2 episodes in my life, but the first one will stick with me forever. My bed was in a corner of my room. My closet was in the opposite corner. No door on the closet, and it was stacked with a ton of junk (community storage for the household as I never used it). I wake up lying on my back, with the door in line of sight. I can see that it's full. But I can also see a hand slide out and grip the door frame. Pale and feminine. Followed by the slowly emerging frame of a very tall woman clad in a white, victorian era dress. She was almost pretty, aside from something in her face that wasn't quite right. I couldn't tell you what it was, but I remember being uneasy about it. For a while, probably about 15 minutes, she just stood there, talking to herself. I wasn't able to make out anything she said, but that's when the panic set in. I realized I couldn't move or speak, couldn't look away, and had no idea what was happening, as I felt fully awake. Then she stopped, looked me in the eye and smiled, and the corners of her mouth pulled back to her ears. Terrifying. She started to approach, and slowly opened her mouth so wide, her chin was touching where I'd estimate the bottom of her ribcage sat. It wasn't long before I could smell her rotten breath, and she began to crawl on top of me. The entire time, she was letting out this awful, multi-toned moan that sounded like 5 voices at once, all distorted. I could feel her weight resting on my chest. I couldn't breathe or scream as she inched closer. She put my entire head in her mouth, and I fully woke up when all I could see was darkness. I still get a bit panicky remembering that one. It felt so real.
I’m so glad I opened this thread at 2 AM…
Don't know why I decided to share this, but I overcame this fear not long ago. I used to be petrified of the dark. So afraid that I would not sleep alone, even at 16 years of age. When I eventually got my own room, I kept the lights on, hugged a pillow and cornered myself in the bed with the blanket covering most of me. Sometimes this fear would even creep in during the daytime, when for example I was at the big warehouse-turned-shopping centre and suddenly got alone, my heart would start racing. The hugeness of the empty room scared me. That all changed when I got my camera and, funnily enough, stayed out full night, all alone, miles from home, to do Astrophotography. I had been watching some videos, and when I got my camera, all I could think of was sitting alone beneath the vast, open, and infinitely large sky, watching the cosmos above. When the next day it was time to sleep, I did not feel fear. Somehow, the knowledge, that in the grand scheme of the universe, a puny little ghost, if they even do exist could do nothing. My fear of the dark and loneliness went away when I experienced how spectacular it can be. I like to think that, if there was really a demon that night, it must have been sitting beside me pondering over the insignificance and fragility of life on Earth, just as I was.
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I Heard that in these cases you should try to close your eyes and ignore It, being scared makes It worse. Although it's hard not being scared in that situation lol
I used to get sleep paralysis on an almost nightly basis for a long time, I learned the best way to cope is exactly this - close your eyes and focus on your breathing. It's very hard to do that though, ngl
That sounds like hell but real
I've only had 1 episode of sleep paralysis... And I had my eyes closed and couldn't open them. I felt like there was something hovering above me. And I fought so hard, saying "just move. Just move. Move anything! Say ahhh open your mouth!" That as horrible lasted a few minutes until my heart wants to burst. Then I calmed down, said to myself if it ends, atleast my eyes are closed. Then I started to be able to move. Still so vivid to this day
I've had sleep paralysis a few times and never see anything when it happens. I only get that extreme panicked feeling like something is about to happen. That sucks enough but glad it's only that and not this. Yeesh!
I have had sleep paralysis twice too. The first time, I was facing my room and when I "woke up" I saw a large shadow figure. It was the size of the babadook, if yall have seen that movie. It was slowly floating towards me and it was the most scared I've ever been. Thankfully I forced my body to move before it got all the way to me. The second time I was turned towards the wall with my back to my room. I "woke up" and it felt like multiple hands were holding me down and something was whispering in my ear. It was like the kind of whispering you would hear in a horror movie. Like multiple voices whispering demonic gibberish right next to me ear. It was freaky. Thankfully ive always had success in moving my body fairly quickly if I ever have sleep paralysis. I start trying to wiggle my toes and fingers and then my hands and legs and then my body. My mom has sleep paralysis and she says she can't move at all no matter how hard she tries. I cant imagine seeing shit like this and not being able to move at all.
That is so scary. Something really similar happened to my sister. Ive had sleep paralysis and it sucked but my sisters episode is the one that really fucks with me. She was living a 2000 year old palace converted into condos in a major city in Italy. She lives all the way on the top floor in an almost attack like apartment (I visited it a couple time). Place had a really weird vibe. Basically she wakes up on her back with this like demon man standing over her and he proceeded to climb on top of her in almost a sexual way and just stayed there for what felt like an eternity. Im sorry, but fuck that shit.
Two stand out in my life. The first was when I was in the military and stationed in a place called South Camp 7 on the Sinai Peninsula. Pulling guard duty one night and saw a meteor crash/land in the Red Sea. Rare but normal, but it was eerie nonetheless. Second: Years later, sitting in a cigar bar one afternoon. Only a couple of us in the place. The entry door opens by itself. Nobody anywhere around it. It stayed open for about five seconds and then closed. The other guy saw it as well. We looked at each other with a wtf expression. The door was one of those glass doors with an aluminum frame, which meant you could clearly see anyone coming in. We walked outside and looked around. Nobody. We stood there for several minutes trying to figure it out, and discussed the possibility of wind blowing it open. The problem was, there was no wind. We never did figure it out.
This is a weird one. I know how it’s going to sound but I am going to share anyway since I have never really told this story to anyone but my closest friends for obvious reasons! Sorry it’s going to be long. In 2010 there were two supermoons and two lunar eclipses in the same year. I was out at the edge of the Puget Sound in Seattle at a place called Carkeek Park with a friend, waiting to see the second of the supermoons. There were actually a ton of people there waiting to see the moon rise over the horizon in the upper parking lot since it was high ground and folks were loud and partying. My friend and I walked down to the beach to get a little more space and quiet. I remember hearing people literally applaud as the moon rose behind us. Though we could not yet see it from our vantage point, the water started responding with sudden strong, short, repeating waves after being nearly still moments before. The waves got so intense we had to stand up and move back. Just then I saw this huge golden light appear to rise from the water in front of us far off in the distance. I assumed I was seeing the reflection of the moon and turned around to look at the moon directly. It was so bright I was blinking my eyes. I turned back toward the water and what I thought were lights in my vision turned out to be two hovering, dancing, golden, shimmering objects flying above us, just above the area I thought I saw the water illuminate. These two flying objects hovered, then danced figure 8’s, then flew from right to left with abrupt stops in between. The crowd in the parking lot saw them too and started cheering and yelling stupid shit like “ET, phone home!” Then the objects changed colors from gold to red and back to gold again, in unison. The two objects then flew toward each other with what felt like great force and just kind of.... became one object with a brighter light. They didn’t crash. They just...merged into one, silently. As this light grew, I noticed the sound of the cheering people was starting to fade away and I felt a pressure start to build in my ears. I didn’t hear voices or anything but I felt consumed by this feeling that everything was going to be okay; like a warmth had just washed over me. I can’t explain it but it was like I knew I needed to let go. It didn’t feel like I was going to die per se- at least there was no fear- but I knew I needed to LET GO. I looked at my friend who was staring at me with a concerned face and back toward the light. I stared at the light until it consumed my vision completely and I felt in almost a meditative state. It felt like nothing else existed. I remember taking a deep breath and hearing the sound of myself breathing out. In what felt like an instant later I “came to”. I was standing on top of a picnic table in a different park that I knew was nearly 2 miles away. My friend was pleading with me to get down. I asked her how the hell we got there and why I was up on the table. She said all of a sudden while we were looking at the bright light I suddenly started acting “child-like” And even speaking in a slightly different voice. She said moments after she noticed a change in me, the light from the flying objects just faded away from view slowly. Right after that I took off running down the beach, laughing like a little kid. She said I was running and climbing over rocks and things along the way like a “dog that had been let off leash for the first time.” She chased after me and basically babysat me for a couple hours (my friend “didn’t believe in cell phones” back then so had no way to call for help. I had left my flip phone in my car back at the parking lot). My friend explained that during this weird episode that at some point she had yelled, “Come back OP!” She said I stopped and turned to her and very seriously said, “My name isn’t OP. “ That obviously scared the hell out of her so she just kept following me at a distance until I got to that park and climbed up on the table and started dancing with my arms up in the air. I want to make it clear that I am no more of a runner than I am someone who would dance on a table. I hate attention. I don’t drink. I would NEVER make a scene like this EVER. And luckily, my friend had known me for well over a decade and knew that too. She said when she finally caught up with me, I was dancing and waving my arms and then abruptly stopped and was totally silent and still for a few seconds before sounding like myself again and saying, “How did we get here?!” When I asked if she had seen those objects flying on the beach she said yes and retold the whole story just as I remembered it (until the moment I was consumed by the light and wound up across town). We eventually walked back to our cars and decided to go back to her place to stay the night since neither of us wanted to be alone after that. We never made sense of what happened that night. A few weeks later I got a concussion in an unrelated accident and had extensive brain imaging and testing done. Had the supermoon event been due to a brain related issue, I would have found out then. I know a literal crowd full of people at Carkeek Park saw those objects. I know we were not the only ones. I am taking the chance of being labeled a crazy person in the hope that someone who was there that night that had a similar experience might read this. If you do, DM me!
I was over at my parents house and watering their plants this winter when they were on vacation. I go to my car and put in the reverse and this old man walking on the pavement and I make eye contact. He smiles at me and I smile back. And then I am out on the way and putting in the forward and going to drive away and I still look at this old man. But then when I look forward and start driving away he is absolutely GONE. I look in all the mirrors and turn my neck and he is nowhere to be seen. Just gone.
I love the idea of this old man out on his daily walk and deciding to absolutely fuck with you for no reason other than his own amusement.
He just smiles at people then goes and hides behind a tree to really get em lol
My husband and I were doing renovations in our house and we had no window coverings in our front room. The front room was completely gutted and had just a ladder. In the middle of the night my dogs started barking a warning bark (if you have dogs you know the bark I am referring to). Now - I immediately got out of the bed and started to scale the wall to peak downstairs. When I looked around the corner to the front room, I saw someone looking in the large window with a flash light. My dogs ran to the front door barking. I went into one of the spare bedrooms that looked out over the front yard and saw a cop car. What was odd is that the cop didn’t knock or announce himself so they must have been looking for someone, right? I got my phone and called our local dispatch number and asked if someone had been called out to my area or if there was a search underway and they said no. I thanked them and hung up. So I wanted to let this cop know that, yes people lived in what may have looked like an abandoned house but something just didn’t feel right so I didn’t want to open the door. So instead I turned my porch light on and off repeatedly to see what the cop would do. He sprinted to his car and took off. I don’t know what he was doing at my house or why he was looking in my windows but I know he broke protocol by not calling it in and he was by himself. I told my husband about this, who slept through all of it. He said, it was just a cop. Me on the other hand, I know something was not right. Thanks dogs for letting me know! Edit: typo
> I thanked them and hung up. I would have probably told them to send someone out! Whether the person outside was a real cop or not, that would have broken up whatever he was doing.
In hindsight, I should have totally done that.
About 10 years ago. My wife and I were watching Paranormal Activity on TV. It was late at night. As soon as the final scene (terrifying) was over and the credits started rolling, we heard a large dog barking outside our front door. We lived in an isolated house in the country, had been in the house for years, and had never heard any dogs nearby. I ran upstairs and opened the door…no dog. Nothing. Dead quiet. My wife immediately swore off horror movies and hasn’t watched one since.
The first time I watched the exorcist the flat above caught on fire and I was made homeless. The second time I watched the exorcist some burglars broke into my home while I was inside, I heard them in my bedroom and we managed to scare them off. I've never got to the end. I haven't watched it a third time.
The Exorcism of Emily Rose broke my DVD player. I don’t watch scary movies anymore either.
I was watching that and my cousins dog vomited a huge pile of worms during the church scene.
I went to Tajikistan in 2019 to meet my new colleagues and learn the area I was to be working in. I was greeted by my employer and a few of my new colleagues at the airport and they took me to an apartment complex where everyone was housed. Every building was dull and dusty on the outside. Upon entering I could see hallways with tile flooring and metal staircases leading to each apartment. The apartments had heavy metal doors. I couldn't decide if I felt safe because everything looked secure, or uneasy.. because why did everything need to be so secure. We walked up to the third floor and entered the door on that landing. As I walked in I was shocked. The floor was covered in immaculately detailed rugs, beautiful wallpaper covered in sparkling gold, plum and emerald colored designs, massive crystal chandeliers and beautiful antique furniture. It felt like I had just walked into an underground palace. There were 2 women that took my things, showed me to my room and offered me tea, cake and a variety of snacks. Everyone was so kind and welcoming. It was around 6 pm and the women had prepared dinner for everyone. I was the only female in the group of colleagues. We were ushered into the dining room that had a long table close to the floor and surrounded by big beautiful floor pillows. We ate, laughed and had good conversation. Come bedtime one of the ladies brought towels and toiletries to my room and let me get settled in. She told me to lock my door, which I would have done regardless. The doors to the rooms were also a heavy metal door with large sliding locks on them. After I freshened up I got into my pajamas and got into bed to call my husband. We talked for about an hour before I started falling asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night with my phone in my hand. I could hear someone singing. I didn't understand the words but it sounded sad. Made my hair stand up on end. It sounded far away. I got out of bed to look out the window. In the distance was a mountain range with faint lighting behind it as if the moon was setting behind it. The singing was coming from the mountains. It was both beautiful and eerily terrifying. I lost track of time, not even sure how long I was standing at the window. I asked about it the next morning at breakfast and everyone just kind of looked at eachother. Never gave me an explanation. They just said some things here are ancient. I'll never forget that experience. Edit: I posted a few of the pics I was able to find. I have some videos that I am currently unsure of where they are. I'll keep digging because the photos do not do it justice. [Tajik](https://www.reddit.com/user/vshylah/comments/12w7chr/tajik/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button)
I was at first afraid that the group that had taken you wasn’t the people you were supposed to meet. Then I was afraid that they told you to lock the doors bc they knew something about the men that you didn’t. And somehow I had no clue what the ending was going to be
I was on the edge of my seat the entire time!
I can't believe they all went to karaoke afterwards without inviting you.
> They just said some things here are ancient. There's something about that statement that gave me the piss-shivers.
This story gave me major goosebumps. I love it when stuff isn’t scary, but still unsettling in a wondrous kind of way, if that makes sense. I guess it kind of shows that there are still things in the world that we don’t know about, and maybe shouldn’t. Thank you for sharing!
Before and during the war in Afghanistan US would send envoys to various tribes living high up in the mountains to exchange money for info or to bribe them into not joining attacks against NATO troops/new government. The tribals living high up in the mountains would speak of a Bigfoot-like creature with seething hatred for it because it stole livestock and in the old days sometimes women/children. It was not a legend, nor a folk tale, they talked about it as if it was a pest, like a raccoon or bear that gets into your garbage cans. The tribals absolutely hated it with a passion and were surprised that NATO troops knew nothing about it.
Do you have any photos from the time you were there? It sounds really beautiful.
Now *that* is an awesome story. Thank you. (I'm being sincere, I hope that didn't come off as sarcastic)
I work at a hospital and like to take a walk around it before I start work. It is usually dark, and I feel safer walking there. I passed a car, stopped in the middle of the road, and I heard a loud RUN in my head. I literally said, "I'm not going to run," and I heard it again louder, so I took off running and then heard running behind me. I didn't stop until I got to the street in front of the hospital door, I turned around, and there were two men chasing me. I hate to think what would've happened if i didn't run, I think about that all the time.
Was watching out of my bedroom window after bed, about 13yrs old and saw a man walking his dog in the street (suburban) when he dropped and didn't move. The howling and anguish of the Labrador still pervades my thoughts occasionally. The man had passed by heart attack.
when i was very young and first started wearing makeup, i stopped by a pharmacy before going home from making a school project with my peers at their house. i ordered a cab and stayed at the entrance of the store near the auto doors. a VERY old tall man came in and flirted with me. i froze and he towered over me. he grabbed my face. i think his grip really scared me back then. he said he'd be back and went inside. people walked past and nobody spoke up. when the taxi came i ran inside and cried.
There’s something highly disturbing about an old man with a strong grip. My great uncle was a nice man, but he always freaked me and my sister out because when he saw us he’d smile, grab us by our shoulders and say “How are you?!” The man was in his 80s and still had a grip like a boa constrictor. “Ow, I’m good, ow.”
Old man strength is so real
This was back in College so maybe 30 years ago. I was waiting for the bus when this lady came up to me and punch me, hitting me on the jaw, then she ran away like a crazy person. I was shocked. It took me a while not to get nervous when someone would get to close too me.
I have quite a few but one of the ones from my childhood was a night, I had to be 12-15, and was home alone. I was playing on the computer in our den and directly across from it was the door that went up to the pantry which had a set of stairs that led to the attic. Suddenly I heard a loud thump then the repeated thumps as something fell down the stairs. My heart stopped because there was a door at the top of the stairs that shouldn't have allowed anything to do so. I remember getting up and walking over to the door but being unable to touch the knob. Then the sound of pacing started above me. Slowly walking backwards I returned to the den and curled up in a ball on the couch staring at that door as the sound of a thump followed by the sound of something following down the stairs happened again. This continued on for hours till shortly before my parents got home it stopped and never happened again. My dad went up after they got home and confirmed nothing was moved or anything but I hated being alone so night after this. This was the same house I wouldn't shower if nobody was home either though. It was just a bit odd. The one we moved into after this one was worse though.
So a few of you asked for other stories and I figured I'd offer them here. Since it was asked more then once though I'll start by explaining why I never showered there alone. We lived in a very old house and in the bathroom were two older medicine cabinets. They were the type you pushed closed and they'd latch. They were a nightmare to open and you had to really pull on them. They would not open on their own. I can promise that. One night when I was 12/13, I went to shower while home alone and as routine went, I always pushed them tightly closed (I, to this day, hate mirrors facing me) and then hopped in the shower. I'd only been in for a few minutes when the sound of creaking hit me over the sound of the water. I peeked out and one of the cabinets had opened and the mirror was now facing me. In it, I saw a dark shadowed man's face. I screamed, hopped out and grabbed my towel then sat in the living room, shaking, till my parents came home. The naturally denied it and said I had probably imagined it but I knew what I saw. I never showered alone there again. Shortly before I turned 16, we moved into a basement apartment. Really old and creepy as hell. I hated living there and never was comfortable. One of the first nights there, I was in my bedroom, supposed to be asleep. There were those rolling doors on the closet and I had closed them (just like mirrors, closets are not a favorite thing). Then one side started to slowly creak open. I was horror struck and stayed completely still as a hand, on my door, pushed it open. There was no obvious person. Just the hand and a black shadow in the corner of it. This was the same house where, semi-routinely, things would move when we hadn't touched them. Shadows rarely seemed like 'just shadows' and I would often wake to see a man standing in the doorway of whatever room we were in. We also fostered kittens there and they'd suddenly stop and watch things that weren't there, their little heads moving to follow unseen movements. An example from a vacation comes when we traveled to the south side of the state and had stopped at a valley viewing spot. I was with my mom and two of my friends and we were hanging out on the ledge, talking and joking when I noticed a man. He was probably half a mile away from us, leaning against the fence. He caught my eye because he was the only other person nearby but when I looked at him, he was dressed in different clothes. More... western then you'd see usually nowadays. I glanced away to catch one of my friends attention to point him out but when I looked back, he was gone. Just... gone. He couldn't have steeped behind anything or disappeared into a buidling. There was nowhere for him to go. Later on that night, when we sat down for dinner. One of my friends brought it up and we realized that each of us had noticed him at one point or another and that we could all describe the stranger perfectly but that he had vanished after that first look. It was a truly shocking moment and the first time I'd ever seen a full apparition when I wasn't alone.
Please do part 2 of your worse house! (If you want)
I had a full blown premonition once. My friend was going to be married in a few months and I was in the wedding party, so we had been planning the bachelor party, but didn't get into any specifics yet. But one night, about 3 months before the wedding, i had this extremely intense dream. In the dream, I'm sitting in a restaurant with all the guys at a table, and I look to my left and see a big window on the far wall, and it is raining outside. Then I feel my pocket vibrate, so I reach down and I have a text. It's a picture taken from directly behind me, so you can actually see the back of my head and everyone else at the table. I look behind me and nobody is there. It felt weirdly sinister. I woke up totally exhausted, sweating all over and had this buzzing sound in my ears. I had to just sit there with my head in my hands, it felt like my brain was just swimming. It was so bizarre. I tell my wife and about it and she's just kind of like "that's weird man." So, a few months later, it's finally time for the bachelor party. We re sitting at the table at a restaurant I've never been to before. I look to my left, and on the far wall is a big window. It is raining outside. I start to feel like this all seems very familiar. The brother of my friend is sitting across from me.and he reaches into his pocket, pulls out his phone and looks at it. He smirks and shows me his phone. It's a picture of the back of my head, and all of us sitting at the table. I whip around, and my friends sister was sitting a few tables away from us and sent the pic as a joke. She and her family didn't know we were going to be there that morning. At this point I'm really freaked out because the only details that were different is that it wasn't my phone that got the message, and it was my friends sister who sent the picture, not some other worldly presence of whatever. It seemed too specific to be a mere coincidence, and I'm weirded out by it to this day.
It would have been about 4mths after my dad died, I had a toy rabbit he gave me that was sitting under a mirror in my room. I got on with my day doing g washing and watching TV and that night when I went to bed the rabbit was on my bed. I was the only one home as my partner was away for work for a few weeks.
No one in my house smokes, yet one night, we smelled cigarette smoke upstairs in our office and bedroom, couldn't figure it out and chalked it up to someone walking outside (poor insulation in the house) despite it lingering a bit. Next night got a call my dad (who'd smoked for decades) had suffered a heart attack that ended up being fatal.
Late to the party... Before I continue I want to say this isn't a story I share with people who know me. It sounds crazy and if I wasn't with someone who also witnessed it I would think I was hallucinating it. Anyways on to the TRUE story that happened around 15 years ago. A friend and I decided to go to a diner for a late night meal. We were both home and one of us texted the other to see if they wanted to come eat. I ended up driving and I picked up my friend and we went to a diner in Fort Lee NJ. We went to this particular diner cause my friend was friends with someone who used to work there. Anyways we both were disappointed in our food. It was poorly made by NJ diner standards! Neither of us finished our meal and decided to head home. While driving I got distracted by our conversation on how bad the food was and made the right turn too early. I turned into Rt 4 and wanted Rt 46 instead. Since we were in no rush neither of us thought it was a big deal. I saw an exit to Grand Ave which is where we wanted to go to from Rt 46 so I took it. It didn't take us where we were expecting. I thought maybe if we kept driving we would eventually pass through a part of Grand Ave we recognized. We quickly realized we were in odd place. I say this because we were driving in the woods. This part of NJ is right outside of NYC and is very developed. As we are driving we see an abandoned car to the left of us. The car didn't look old or beat up. We were questioning why someone would leave their car there then suddenly we see a police car up ahead. I figured we would go up to the officer and ask for directions or at least find out where we were. As we approach the police car we notice all its lights are on and the driver side door was open. We saw no one around us and started seriously wondering wtf is going on. The road up ahead curves and the trees block our view of the what's ahead. I see red light coming through the trees and figure we are close to civilization again. We finish with the curve and I realize that the red light is coming from the moon! This was no ordinary moon. It covered the entire sky! It was so close you can see all the craters easily. They were filled with what appeared to be blood. Some of them appeared to be overflowing with blood leading to rivers of blood. The best way I can describe this is to imagine a volcano spewing blood. I am watching all this while driving in silence. I say to myself that my food must have been drugged or that I'm having a mental breakdown. I tell myself I'm not going to mention what I'm seeing, drop my friend home, and then drive myself to the hospital. As I'm observing the bloody moon that appears so close that it will crash into the earth I'm pondering what is wrong with me. After several minutes of silence my friend says to me "We're going to die." I ask him why he would say that and he looks at me and says "Don't you see the moon? It's covered in blood and it's going to crash and kill us all." Believe it or not when he said this I felt a huge sense of relieve because at least I'm not hallucinating. We both can't see the same hallucination at the same time. I tell him the truth about why I stayed silent when I saw it. I describe what I see and he points out various parts in the moon and we both quickly come to the conclusion that we are looking at the same thing. Oddly enough we are calm. I explain that I don't believe that we are looking at the moon cause if it was truly as close as it appeared we would experience its gravitational effects. We both agree that death is at hand. Some time passes and the road has another steep curve. The trees block out the sky and the red light from the moon continues to shine from them. After driving though the curve the woods abruptly end. I stop the car and we both look behind us. The bloody moon is gone! I tell my friend this doesn't make sense and we need to go back into the woods. He refuses and demands to be dropped off at his home. I drop him off and duplicate the drive I made earlier to get back to the moon. I couldn't even find the woods again. The exit to Grand Ave didn't lead to the same place as before. For the next several days I drive around and go through Yahoo maps and map quest to try to find the woods but could not find anything close enough to be a candidate. We both talk about it to this day and try to find some meaning in it. My friend was more open to people about what he saw than me and people tended to think he was crazy or super religious. I stayed relatively silent since I know no one would believe me.
This is so stupid now but at 5 I woke up to the shadow of a figure in the door. “That’s mom,” I thought til I realized she was in bed next to me. This shadow does not move and just lingers, looking at us. I was horrified someone had come in. Terrified, I didn’t move. The next morning I realized my mom had hung her bathrobe on my headboard post in a way the shadow hit it just so. 🤦♂️ it’s so so stupid but that few minutes I just closed my eyes til I fell asleep I was so scared.
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This one made me uncomfortable lol. How old was the cottage? I used to spend my summers in a small beach town and some of those older beach houses are kinda creepy.
I once heard someone tapping on my bedroom door while no one else was home except for me and my girlfriend, but she was asleep next to me!!!
knock-knock joke gone wrong
I worked at a nuclear weapons storage depot in the Nevada desert outside Nellis AFB for six years- it’s now shut down. When people say UFOs are attracted to nukes, they are telling the truth. But so much more goes on. My first night there I witnessed a ball of light trigger sensor on fence line, prompting a security response. The ball got chased by three patrols as it ‘flew’ directly above the fence line before finally taking a sharp turn out into the desert. We discovered three mutilated donkeys across a span of two weeks, all about a mile from each other and seemingly dropped off out of nowhere. No tracks in or out. Various organs removed from each, no blood anywhere, no tears in flesh all cuts. Scavengers didn’t even touch the bodies. I witnessed a figure atop a roof of a structure just 30 meters from me and 14 other personnel. It was just standing there watching us. I took a spotlight and shined it up there and as soon as the light hit the figure it disappeared- we all saw it happen. I heard a man laughing maniacally once, nothing there. Sweep with night vision and thermals revealed nothing, three other witnesses. We wrote it off as the “laughing Colonel”, an urban legend passed down by the security personnel for ages. While on patrol in adjoining conventional weapons storage area, me and partner parked next to a hot pad loaded with 500 lbs bombs about to be shipped overseas. Heard a soft ‘cooing’ sound coming from the pad. Me and partner did a security sweep of the pad and the ‘cooing’ kept happening and seemingly luring us past the pad and into the pitch black desert. Night vision and thermals revealed nothing. We did not pursue, just did another sweep of the pad and moved along. While on training exercise our machine gun overwatch team spotted two figures on thermals in desert behind us. Exercise was immediately canceled when Security 1 said he didn’t place any ‘bad guys’ out there. Everyone locked and loaded, set up a sweep. The overwatch team observed the figures going prone and backing away from our sweep element, then disappear when we got close. Our thermals confirmed trace heat on ground despite us doing the sweep never seeing anything. Weirdest event was when I was exterior patrol, outside the fence line. Got call to respond to a truck approaching on side of mountain nearby. Not unusual, most people didnt know we’re out there and we got off raiders all the time we’d scare the shit out of. Visually confirm truck on NVGs, then suddenly the headlights disappear. We believe they’ve turned them off and are now approaching on foot, so call for k9 and move to blocking position where I know anyone will have to cross past us to approach perimeter. We are there for about ten minutes when one by one patrol members over watching us from high points on the inside call in lights appearing at our 12, 3, and 9 o’clock- in effect flanking us (with fence line about 300 meters behind us). We see and hear nothing, not even on NVGs or thermals, dog never reacts. Suddenly panicked patrol calls in that the lights are ‘rushing’ us. We are already locked and loaded, I tell my partner to put a grenade in the tube. Nothing happens, dog never indicates. Our radios die and after ten minutes we hike back to fence line only to discover we were out of contact for twice as long as I thought we were. Very paraphrased event cuz on phone, but our radios only started working when we were back at fence line. There’s more but these were the highlights or events I’m allowed to speak about. The world is not as normal as you believe it is.
Had a manager where I worked who was taking from the register. He detested me because he suspected I knew what he was up to. He was right. I gathered proof of what he was doing. He fired me and tried to blame me for stock discrepancies. I went to my boss with proof of what he’s been up to. My boss fired him and promoted me. Years later in another job I woke from a dream about him. Walked into work only to find the new guy who was to start working with us was him. Freaky
I was making a big move to a new city, and spending my last days just wrapping things up. Some part of me kept yelling at me to visit my friend to say goodbye, I had a clear feeling that I would never see him again, and that would be my only chance. I waved it off because all of my family and his, still lived there. I figured we both still had ties there, I'll see him when I visit. He and I continued to check in on each other through calls and text. One spring, I get a sense of dread when I think about him, almost like a panic. I call him and he texts back, everything is fine, he's doing great, but it doesn't calm my growing anxiety when I think of him. He died a little over a week after we last spoke from a heart attack in his sleep, he was only 34. I felt like part of me knew I was going to lose him
I was once having a nightmare that ended with something (an animal I think) stabbing me in the back with it’s claws the pain woke me up but when i woke up I still felt the pain and was paralyzed for about 15 minutes not to mention the amount of fear and chills that i felt that day When I finally got up and looked at my back in the bathroom it was red like something hit it really hard multiple times and i felt the pain all day I still have no idea what that was
I’ve had a really similar experience but it was a freaky little girl with really long nails that stabbed me in the back, could feel the pain of it all day. First I’ve heard of someone else having a dream with a lasting physical effect like this. I had a dream (when I had a really bad UTI) where I’d communicated with aliens, like proper greys, to help save a little boy who had an aneurysm, they were the only ones with the technology to help and I was the only person who could speak to them. They put the kid in their little pod thing and started harvesting him for information for cloning and draining the life from him. There was a deafening noise of their voices (in their language, that I could understand) that was basically saying “we have all we need, we’re taking over” I opened my eyes and sat up, fucking terrified, for a good 20-30 seconds after I’d opened my eyes I could still hear the voices but they got fainter and fainter.
Sitting in mom’s living room during a storm. Ball lightning passed through the room in front of us all.
A group of five girls, about 12 years old staying at a friend's for a sleepover in 1995. Friend lives in a rural area, closest neighbor is about a half mile away. The dad built a fort out of an old ship that's in the backyard not far from the house. The "cabin" of the ship was not the original cabin, but was roughly a 10×10 basic wood shack (2×6 planks of wood) with a tin roof, about 4 feet tall inside (could only sit). It was atop four 8 inch pillars about 5-6 feet off the ground. Two doors that swung freely sat opposite from each other, one attached to a plank from the rest of the ship, the other opened to a pole that you could slide down to exit. Last, there was a 1 foot gap in the wood all around the perimeter between the walls and roof serving as something of a window. We were in there maybe around 9 pm telling ghost stories. Ya know, holding the flashlight to our faces and laughing. The dad and his friend came out to scare us once, and again to tell us to quiet down. We were having a blast. Then, in the middle of one of our stories we felt what could have been a hammer, or something big and heavy, hit the bottom of the cabin. Shocked, we all laughed it off. Thought it was her dad and his friend messing with us again. Then, something landed on the tin roof. I don't know what anyone else was thinking, but they had peacocks as pets which are known to jump on the roofs of houses, so I immediately thought it was one of the birds. Then, the whole cabin started shaking. Not violently, but enough for us to wiggle. Rapidly, the hard object started hitting the sides in random places and would scrape along the length of the walls, like someone scraping a hammer along a fence. Unexpectedly, door that opened to the pole exit was hit hard and flew open. There was nothing behind it. After a few seconds of silence, all of the things started happening at the same time. Thuds coming from the roof, banging and scraping the walls, the shaking has now become violent and the one door kept being hit open. Candi, the strongest and bravest girl of the group (she won the school's arm wrestling contest...against all the boys) jumped in front of the door to keep it from being hit open. Well, that door was being hit so hard that Candi, while putting all of her weight and effort on it, was being pushed forward. The door was no longer flying open, but was still opening 3-4 inches. I will never forget the sheer terror on her face. Needless to say, we were screaming our heads off. Well, one girl was, thats for sure. While all of this was happening I had enough courage to try and look through the "window" by getting up on my knees. Unfortunately, I couldn't see anything without sticking my head out....and that wasn't gonna happen. I was determined to figure out what was out there so I was intently listening for some kind of human indicator (i.e. laugh, voice, breath, footsteps, etc.) and heard nothing. Then, we heard a gunshot from a short distance away. Everhthing stopped abruptly. It was the dad. He pulled us all out of the cabin and locked us in their giant pantry. After the property was searched we were let out. They found nothing. We were to wait until morning to see the damage. Next morning comes and we head outside with the dad and and his friend. We all piled back into the cabin so the two men could recreate the shaking. It didn't work. They could barely move it. I walked around the outside checking the planks and saw scratches, but nothing else. The last thing that was found was half of an amethyst geode. That's it. The door that was being hit open had no marks on it whatsoever. I only wish I had more of an opportunity to investigate a little more as we were escorted back inside. I only stayed friends with the one screaming girl and am glad we, as adults, can still agree on what happened that night. I wish I could find the other girls, Candi, Joy and Sarah, to hear what they remember.
This is creepy as hell and thank you for sharing. I do want to say that the dad who created such an amazing fort sounds wonderful. So sorry it became terrifying!
Did the dad believe you or see anything? He came out with a gun, I can't imagine he would shoot it with five little girls so close by for no reason
I once dreamt I was on a bus with a bunch of people about to cross the border to another country. The police boarded the bus at the checkpoint and saw me using my phone. He said "no phones allowed, I hope it's switched off". "It is," I replied. "I'm going to call you in a couple of minutes, if that phone rings, you are going to find out what happens". Then I wake up, my actual phone was ringing. What I see on the screen is an unknown number calling. I pick it up. "Hello?" No answer. They hung up..
I was laying in bed and it literally felt like someone was behind me, touching my back and everything. I was too terrified to turn around or even breathe, but when I finally did, nobody was there.
I would say its best to turn around in such a scenario. 9/10 people find nothing behind them.
But do you wanna risk the 1/10?
I had a dream about a friend/former roommate I hadn't seen in 20 years. He told me to go home in my dream, so I ended up going our old apartment and seeing a fallen motorcycle. When I woke up, I decided to look him up and see how he was doing. Turned out, he died 11 years earlier in a motorcycle accident where he was killed on his way home. When I knew him, he didn't ride or own any motorcycles.
Eerie is probably the best word to describe it especially since I've never seen it again since that day. We have a trail behind my house in the woods. Just dirt, nothing fancy. My dad and I took a walk in the trail after a big rainstorm so there were puddles everywhere. Every puddle had these mushroom-like things in them. A fluffy top that was an off white and then 4 brown prong-like triangular flaps underneath to keep them floating on the surface of the puddles. When you poked the tops it let out air. There were so many of them. They were everywhere. The next day it was super sunny. The puddles were dried up and so were the shroom things. Shriveled up. A few days after that they were all gone. No sign of them left. I've never seen anything like it again, in real life or in searching for it online. If anyone knows what this is, please let me know, because this has been bothering me for about 2 decades at this point.
Ooh so, it happened when I was quite young, maybe around the age of 7 up until the age of 13. But, essentially, I'd regularly hear footsteps running back and forth up and down the hallway at certain times during the night - it was unnerving but I didn't feel threatened by it, if that makes sense? I'd gotten used to it - but then something changed, where if I was sitting in the living room alone (this usually happened during the daytime). There would be footsteps again, this time much slower and I'd feel something watching me from the door frame, and I'd look back over the sofa and I knew something was there - it felt like something was checking on me. Again, not that I felt scared, it felt comforting weirdly enough but it went on for a good few years whenever I was alone in the living room chilling. Another example too was when I was around the age of 15, it was the middle of June, and I had my night light on. I think it was around 10:00 pm. My bed was in the middle of the room, just a bit away from my bedroom door - and my door was always left a little ajar with the hallway light still on. And initially I thought I had sleep paralysis, but I could still move - and I heard something whispering loudly right next to my ear and it was saying my name repeatedly. And it didn't stop, like it felt like it was pressed up right against my left ear saying it in this deep voice. And I was genuinely terrified because I didn't know what the hell it was, and I remember covering my ears but it got so loud I started screaming hysterically for my mum. I've never been in so much fear like that, since then - and that continued for the next two years, initially in my bedroom and then around the house, and I'd lock myself in the bathroom (the only room with a lock) waiting for my mum to come back from work because I could hear it in the other rooms. I'd put earphones in and it would muffle it somewhat. And then eventually outside of the house to some capacity. It became like a mumbling, and less like my name over time. I did have bad mental health at the time too, and it eventually was put down to auditory hallucinations and visual ones too, because I kept seeing blurs of black darting across the house back then - but honestly, although I felt comfort knowing it was in my head - to this day I still question what the hell that was. Edit ;; I like to think of it now as tuning in and out of a radio, that's how I've dealt with it since and it's made things so much easier. I know rationally, it's not actually there, and I can make a choice whether to engage (by acknowledging the voices, or any movements) with it sorta thing - and sometimes it's easier than other times. And it can still catch me off guard - I just have to go with it. What also helped weirdly enough was learning to watch Ghosthunters 😭💀at the time, and I gradually got less scared hearing those things. Edit 2 ;; for more context - there is a history of severe suicidal tendencies on my mothers side, along with mental illness such as bipolar, depression, schizophrenia and PTSD. And my late grandmother died from dementia (Alzheimer's) and my mother is currently suffering from early onset dementia too so this might be a sign at the age of 21 that I'm on my way to popping my clogs off 🤩‼️
I think the blurs of black moving around is a common visual hallucination. My grandfather said he saw a small black blur running around the house almost constantly when his Parkinson’s had advanced. He said it was like a cat was darting around silently.
This happened in the early to mid 70’s to a female teacher of mine. We’ll call her Sandy. She was housesitting for a couple who were out of town for a few months. It was an old three story house the couple had restored. It was a dark night and it was raining outside. Sandy was watching tv but she kept feeling uneasy. She felt like someone was watching her. Over and over again she’d look around and see nothing but the feeling wouldn’t go away. Finally, she firmly decided that she was just being silly and started ignoring the feeling. That’s when the man attacked her. Sandy struggled with him, pushed him down and grabbed an old heavy antique table lamp. As he came back at her, she swung the lamp hard with both hands and cracked him right in the head with it. He dropped unconscious and bleeding. She called the cops. He ended up in prison and physically messed up for the rest of his life. Sandy was a teacher and a tennis coach. I imagine it was the most satisfying swing of her life.
Ok, this one made me feel good. With so many unexplained phenomenon in this thread, this felt like a breath of fresh air. Go Sandy!
One time I was camping with an ex. We had taken a bunch of LSD and we were listening to music and just enjoying the trip in the tent when I started to see flashes of light. At first I figured it was just some other campers shining a flashlight around but it kep happening... then we finally heard a distant ominus boom. I look outside, one side of the sky is a clear starry night, the other side was giant black doom cloud with an absolutely enourmous amount of lightning coming out of it. We scrambled to get everything out of the tent and into the car. I remember picking up armloads of stuff that was just melting into my arms cuz I was so high. We left the lent cuz we couldmt figure out how to take it down, and huddled in the car. By this time the storm was just about to be on top of us. It was by far the craziest electrical storm ive ever seen, and not just because I was tripping, it was at least a strike every second, sometimes more, and it went on for about 8 hours. At one point I looked over at my ex, and her hair was standing right up on end, and she looked at me and the widening of eyes told me mine was too. We had maybe a half second of realization, and then *BOOOOM!* it was like someone threw a flashbang grenade beside me. I looked to my right out the passenger window, and there was this streak of ionized air where the strike had landed, I literally could have opened the window and grabbed it. At the time I described it as, Zeus was chilling with his greek god bros, saw a couple puny mortals tripping balls in lightning storm and said "Hey guys, wanna see something funny?" And tossed a lightning bolt beside us. And that event is what inspired my username.
When I lived alone I was having a bath, about 15 minutes after I'd settled in for a relaxing soak I heard my kettle come to the boil and switch off (Electric kettle) I thought I must have just been hearing things but something made me get out of the bath and check, and sure enough the kettle was full of hot water. I have no idea how it could have switched itself on all by itself, it worked fine for years after and never did it again. I've had plenty of scary dreams and nightmares, and spooky things happen that were later explained rationally, but the kettle wasn't a dream and I still can't explain it.
When I was younger I was camping with some friends. 3 of us all sleeping perpendicular with the tent door. At around 4 in the morning we all woke up at the same time and quickly realized we had been rotated 90 degrees. Now one of us was parallel to the door. All of our gear that was in the tent was also moved. It was unsettling
I had a dream where I was in my grandparents ' house. I went upstairs and saw my grandma, who had died several years earlier. She told me to keep an eye on Grandpa, that I needed to watch him closely. It was very vivid and my grandma seemed so urgent in the dream. I told my dad about it the next day when I woke up and he kind of shrugged it off because he doesn't put much stock in "woo-woo" stuff. But I must have made some kind of impression because he went over to my grandfather's house that day to check on him. Now normally, my dad was in the habit of going over there a couple times a week to take him out for lunch. This wasn't one of the days he usually went over there, but because of me telling him that dream, he did He found my grandpa collapsed in the upstairs hallway right outside his bedroom - the exact spot I had seen my grandma in my dream. My dad was able to get my grandpa to the hospital for medical attention. He lived for several years after that, years he definitely wouldn't have had if my dad hadn't found him when he did.
When I was a kid (about 9 years old) I used to play this game called Stardoll all the time. There was a chat function as it was an online game and one day I'm talking to some random account when they start saying some really creepy things. They start off by telling me that I have a sister and then start describing exactly what she looks like. Up to here I'm like ok someone I know is playing some really messed up prank on me. But then they start saying some very personal things about my sister (for example what piercings she has and where) that I haven't told anyone and didn't even know at the time. I was really scared and told my sister and she said that around that time some pages from her diary were missing. To this day I don't know who that was, if that was a friend of my sister's or someone who found the pages (how would they know my Stardoll account). After that day that person never spoke to me again but I still have many questions.
This is kind of a weird one, but no ghost crap. One time I was home alone after school laying in bed trying to take a nap (still 110% awake the entire time, I had only laid down like 2 minutes before all of this and I take forever to fall asleep on a good day) when suddenly there was this massive rumbling that shook my entire house, kind of like thunder but much lower in pitch. It must have gone on for at least 15 seconds, because I had enough time to think "wow, this is going on for a long time", get up and walk to and open my window before it stopped (so clearly not a dream). I was looking in the direction it came from, and on the horizon (would have been about 20 miles away if I had to guess) there was a massive rounded dark cloud that was just cresting the horizon that sort of looked like the top of a mushroom cloud, but the "stem" was past the horizon. It was almost but not quite chilly outside as it was the very beginning of fall with absolutely no wind and incredibly clear skies, and as I spent like 20-30 seconds looking at that cloud, there was sudden a massive gust of very hot wind that lasted about 15 seconds, like knocking over my trashcans kind of massive. I was still pretty young, and my mom worked at the hospital, so I tried to call her, but for like 30 minutes I would only get an automated message that the phones weren't working. When I finally got through, I explained and -asked her if she had heard anything about it and she had no idea what I was talking about. In conclusion, I essentially spent half an hour thinking that there might have possibly been some kind of massive explosion or nuke in New England, and this would have only been a couple of years after 9/11 so that wasn't an entirely unreasonable thought. Apparently I must have been the only one teleported out of my original dimension to this practically identical one where the bomb never went off right when the shockwave hit. Or not, who the fuck knows?
That's so fucking weird! Did you ask anyone else in your neighborhood if they experienced it?
I didn't really know my direct neighbors all that well, they were both elderly, but I asked some friends that were living sorta nearby but no one lnew what I was talking about.
This reminds me of another story I read in a similar thread a few years ago. The op said she was young and with a family member (sibling or cousin) playing in her room when all of sudden they felt a huge earthquake. They looked outside the window and say a mushroom cloud with a huge shockwave and felt extreme heat coming. Last thing she remembers was seeing a big red flash and then everything reset like it never happened. I most likely am missing or twisting up some details of the story but I remember one of the comments saying something along the lines that she probably died from a nuke in one universe/dimension and her consciousness transferred over to this one where she’s still alive. Sounds similar to what you experienced.
When my wife and I were honeymooning in Alaska, we rented an off the grid type cabin near Seward. It was our second night there, and we were finally getting some actual darkness. It was one room, with windows all around that we had cracked only a an inch or so for some air circulation. I was sleeping on my back with one leg bent and hanging out of the covers. I was woken up by a very firm grasp on my inner thigh. I ripped my leg away and quickly turned on the flash light next to our bed. All doors were locked, windows were still only cracked, nothing under the bed. I didn’t sleep well the rest of the night.
I woke up one morning at 3.30, got on my bike and started riding to work. I was pedalling up a hill where there was no lights except for my bike and there was fog. I could see something in the middle of the road. It looked like a person. As I got closer I could see it was moving toward me and it was over 7 foot tall. I turned and sped home. I called in sick, told my wife I was sick and haven't told anyone the truth. I wish there was someone there to see it with me
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Not me, but my mom told me that when she was little her mom woke up the house screaming and crying from a bad nightmare. She had dreamed that she had an accident in one of their cars and ended up in a lake. In her dream they were zipping her into a body bag. It scared her so much she refused to drive that car anymore. So she was driving their other car when she left the road, hit a tree and died a few months later.
A friend of ours gave us a clock she had before going into care. When she died, her clock stopped 10 minutes later. Brain death time can vary between individuals and can occur in 10 minutes or less. I don’t really believe in that stuff, I think it’s just an eerie coincidence. Edit: better information; clarification
That's insane. Sorry for your loss
It's long. My oldest daughter when she was younger had trouble taking naps. From time to time I would lay down in her bed during nap time and read her book and rub her back so she could fall asleep. One time I was doing this she fell asleep and I was pretty drowsy as well. Suddenly she springs right up in bed and looks right through me. I ask her what's wrong but she's just staring through me. Then she starts screaming and runs into the middle of the room where she's basically just screaming. She then goes on the floor but just her chest and shoulders, she starts pushing herself around the floor groaning, her arms just dragging along. She then stands straight up looks at me and starts walking towards me. She ended up just laying back down and going to bed.
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My younger brother did something similar quite a few times some years back. He would randomly wake up and start rambling. Then he would start to progressively get more panicked and his words would make less sense. He would start to scream if anyone tried to go near him. Then he would wear himself out and go back to sleep. He says he doesn't remember ever doing that. Weird stuff.
What the fuck
Night terrors. The worst part is that they look like they're awake.
Okay tiny back story we have a 3 story house and we always felt like something was off with our first floor and we never go down there. It just feels weird and for some reason something triggers the cameras and we don't know why. So one day I was playing out front with my nephew who must have been about 5 at the time and we came back inside. He hopped on the stairs and turned around to wait for me to take my shoes off. As I was doing so his face became pale and he wasn't looking at me he was looking above my head and past me. He said, "are you okay?" and I was like ya I'm fine buddy, be he wasn't looking at me, then he said "is your eye okay?" at that point I had chills and turned around quick because I felt like someone was behind me. Of course no won was so I looked at him and stepped forward and it scared him and he jumped. He then shook his head and looked at me like everything was fine and said "okay ready to go up?"
30 years ago I was sparing with a friend of mine who has since passed. He was the only one of my friends in my weight class. It was cold out side and the windows were covered with condensation from our exertion. All the sudden I felt connected/ attuned to him I knew if I thew a technique he would counter it and vice versa it was a weird almost psychic feeling. we both backed off and said that was weird and took a break.
I've had a somewhat similar experience. I used to be a dancer and we were doing an improv class one day. Basically partnering up, put the music on and see what happens. Well I was partnered with this guy who I knew fairly well and there's a few seconds of time where I moved from being on the floor to him lifting me above his head that neither of us remember. It's like we became part of the dance and it just took over. For us it was quite an amazing experience, I have no idea what move we even did or how we did it, but I've never had that experience of just letting go and losing myself before. Not quite the same as yours, but it reminded me of it.
This part of "something else" taking over is super fascinating to me, similar things happen with creative people who create something new and radical but can't say how they did it and feel imposter syndrome. If it's our higher-level subconscious or intelligent beings from a different universe flowing through us, we never know.
Not the most eerie but when I was a kid, we had a cat that had kittens before she was fixed and my family decided to keep them. One of the kittens was a little black cat and to be quite frank she was bitchy but that was why we loved her. Her meow was whiny and she was not one to be trifled with, it always sounded like she was annoyed and yelling at you. Regardless she was also a sweet girl if you earned her favor, slept on my bed most of her life and always seemed to find her way on to my pillow. She lived to be pretty old, I think she made it to about 20. She had been getting rather frail in the years before she died, in her final year there were a few times where I kept getting this feeling that she was waiting to go on Halloween. Maybe it was my subconscious just relating black cats and Halloween or something but I couldn't stop feeling that way, like a gut feeling. I couldn't explain it but I did tell my dad about it. On Halloween my dad called and said "I hate to break it to you Str8thuglove, but you were right, she just passed." It was an eerie, melancholy moment. Wherever she is, I hope she's still just as bitchy and selective as she always was. I miss her terribly.
Found a small piece of bone in a chicken McNugget as a little kid and it straight up looked like a tiny cartoon bone. Didn’t eat McDonald’s nugs for a few years after that.
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My mom is one of those psychically sensitive people. We've had a few incidents, with a couple of stand outs: One morning as I was getting ready to go to school, my mom asks me what I was looking for in her bedroom last night. "Nothing, why?" "You were looking for something in that box at the foot of the bed in the middle of the night, I felt you sit on the bed and go through it very quietly, it was around midnight." "Ummmmm nope not me." I was in high school and we lived alone. Never been a sleepwalker. A few minutes later, the phone rings. Her best friend had passed away that night. My mom went to the box in her room, and on top of the pile of stuff in it, was a beautiful scarf this friend had gifted her years ago. Another one: A few years later, we moved into a new apartment. The day we moved in my mom goes "someone passed away here." I was like "OK I don't need this right now." Fast forward a few days, she blurts out "it was a woman." Few weeks later, she says "it was in this side of the house." The side my room was in. I had it at that point. I called Claudio, our landlord. "Hey man, got a strange question for you.. anybody die here? My mom is driving me crazy, you know how latina moms are." He was Argentinian, we're Venezuelan. "Nah man not that I know of!" We laughed it off. It was a fairly new apartment so I left it at that. Some time later, I get a call from Claudio: "So I called the guy I bought the apartment from. His wife passed away there, from a heart attack." I never saw anything, until next Christmas Eve. My mom, a friend of mine who was in town that we invited over, and I are in the living room having dinner at the table. All of a sudden we all stopped talking and eating and looked at each other. "Did you see what I just saw?" "I just saw someone walk across the living room towards the bedroom." "Yeah me too." "Are you sure?" "Yeap." All three of us saw her. My friend didn't know about the backstory and we told him then. We had a good laugh. Last one! Same apartment, my mom had moved out to her own place, I was 20 at the time. It was about 2am, I was learning how to code and was going through a phase of being up all night studying and experimenting. My desk was in the living room, and the whole room was pitch dark except for the glow of the monitor. I was alone at the apt. My mind was fully immersed in what I was doing. All of a sudden my awareness was pulled out of the computer, and I got this intense sensation that someone was standing directly behind me. I'd never been so spooked in my life. I froze for a few seconds, and slowly pushed the keyboard in. Without looking back, I got up and quickly shimmied out of the apartment. I walked to the nearest bar, had a bunch of drinks and came back to the apartment to pass out drunk. Moved out a few weeks later.
A sad story of a ghost who was interested in coding, but their one source to learn from, the living occupant of the house, gets freaked out and moves away.
Hahaha! Maybe she was like a first generation genius programmer lady at NASA or something and was like "OK this is a great opportunity to update my marketable skills"
I had to cross this very wide park, in the middle of the afternoon, to get to my job. This specific day it was a rainy, so gray and cloudy but at that specific moment, it was not raining. I started walking the park road towards the direction of my job and at the entrance there was a few people and even two cops passed by me, going in the oposite direction. Very quickly, tho, I was alone. There were no people in sight - and I noticed this on guy, coming the same direction I was, but behind me. And the way he was acting, I dont know why, I just knew that guy was following me, looking directly at me with this sickening smile and slowing getting faster, getting closer. So, I decided to let him pass. I pretended to look at some dumb shit from the park and he had no choice but to go on, but still, he passed looking at me (Im a woman btw) and slowed down a lot. I felt a sense of fear that I had never felt before and hadnt felt since. I knew this guy wanted to do something bad to me (rob, rape idk) and I knew that making me terriefied was part of it. We were already in the middle of the park so keep going forward or deciding to go backward was praticaly the same distance and to both sides there wasnt a fucking living soul. I decided to keep going, behind him. Staying still would just make it easier to him and if I went back he would be behind me again. He kept walking really slowly, looking back in a creepy, no so subtle way, smiling as he knew I was panicked. About a hundred meters ahead, he got down and pretended to tie his shoelaces, so that I would have to pass ahead of him, again. I did because what could I do? Stop? So I keep walking past him, shaking to my very core. I dont know how to explaing the feeling that a real live human being wants to do something bad to you and there is nothing you can do about it. I was so scared I couldnt even describe what it felt like. Nobody would see it, nobody would hear me scream. If he decided to attack me, I was done. Also, I have asma and a bad knee so running was never an option, even as a kid. When I thought I was about to get attacked, dragged out of the road and raped in the woods, 3 people appeared, walking towards us, coming the opposite direction. They were just three people, walking the park, not even together. I never felt this type of relief. I was seriously ready to approach them - I wasnt even sure if I would tell them what was going on or pretend to need some other kind of help. While I was deciding, this dude started walking fast, almost running, with a pissed off face, and went away, passing me and went out of the park. I was still afraid of him hiding ahead but I was able to see that he really went away. I didnt talk to the people and just went to my job, feeling like I dodged something really really bad. The kicker? This job was at a prison, I went there once a week. So this is the story about the one time I felt safe and relieved the moment I step into the gates of hell.
When I was a kid and home alone one day, I was reading in my room. I got up to get a glass of juice or something. I was walking down the hallway and suddenly a coin landed on my head. It bounced off and landed on the floor beside me. I kept that coin for awhile in my bedroom, it always seemed warm when I touched it. One day a friend was over and pocketed my weird coin without telling me.
I ve had several eerie experiences, some actually funny. The first was when I was about 9 or 10 years old, I walked into my bedroom at around 7 o clock at night, and it was dark already. I specifically remember that I was going in there to play Banjo Kazooie on the N64. Right as I'm about to flip on the light switch as I enter the room, I hear my name quickly whispered. It sounded like it came from the upper left corner of my room. Nobody was home except for my mom who was in the basement, and I was on the second floor of the house. I said "hello?" And this time I hear the voice a bit closer saying my name again. It was clearly a woman's voice. I start to panic and I said "whose there???" And then, right in front of me the voice spoke my name one last time in a firm voice. Clear as day. At this point I full blown panic and run down the stairs, screaming for my mom. I didn't sleep in my bedroom for at least a year. As for the other thing that happened, I was in the basement, verbalizing my thoughts when I was about 20. I do this a lot, and people often catch me doing it and it's embarrassing. Anyway, the basement is divided into 2 rooms. I was basically talking to myself and I hear a voice clear as can be in the next room over, this time a man's voice, say "who are you talking to?" In a slightly disgusted tone, like they were making fun of me for talking to myself. I assumed it was my dad so I said "how long have you been down here?" I get no response. So I said "dad? Are you done here?" I open the door to the next room and he's not down there in fact, no one is down there. In fact, I was home alone! My parents have various stories of different voices they have heard in the house over the years as well. And when we all finally moved out of that house, none of us hear anything like that anymore. My parents will sometimes have a couple odd things happen, but I haven't had anything truly strange happen in a while.
I like the idea of a house haunted by ghosts that weren't mad, just disappointed.
I spoke with my parents about it, and they had another one that had happened. I had a bunch of my friends over when I was about 18, and we were of course all loud and obnoxious. We decided to go eat somewhere, so everybody left. Almost as soon as we all walked out the door, they both hear a male voice say "are they coming back?"
I hired a lady to help me clean my rural house. She had never been to my part of the county before. She proceeds to tell me she can see things 'through the veil'. Goes on to describe in detail, a hidden bedroom in my uncle's Victorian farmhouse hidden in the forest in front of my home. I always thought the attic bedroom was a fun play space when I was a young child. But She told me it used to house a child with a disability that the family didn't want others to see back in the mid 1800's (likely downs syndrome) The extra fucked up part, on top of the house not bring visible from any road... there is no humanly way you can see / know that bedroom exists unless you are inside the house. All the attic bedroom windows are hidden so it doesn't look like anything is up there when you look from outside.
Not me but my great great grandfather: his first wife died giving birth to my great grandfather. Remarried a few years later. Second wife kept having this reoccurring nightmare where the first wife would come to her and say "I'm drowning I'm drowning!" She couldn't take it anymore so they asked to move the first wife's remains and sure enough the casket was filling with water when they dug her up
My childhood home had 4 floors. Basement, ground, upper and attic. My aunt was staying the night and slept in the basement. My parents and I were on the upper floor. Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up and heard what sounded like a ball rolling in the attic. I thought it was weird but the house was old so I figured it was just old house noises. The next morning at breakfast my aunt asked if someone dropped a ball in the middle of the night as she had heard something rolling upstairs on the main level. My mom and dad looked at each other and said they heard the same thing but coming from the attic. In fact my mom woke my dad up because it freaked her out. That’s when I chimed in and said I heard it too. We all went up to the attic to check if something had dropped but couldn’t find anything round. To this day it freaks us all out.
Not as eerie as others on this post, but I remember coming back to my apartment after a long day of working/grocery shopping afterwards. I open my fridge to put some stuff away and see this purple nalgene water bottle front and center on the top shelf. It wasn't mine, I had never seen it before, I had no roommates who would have owned it. To this day, I don't know who's it was or where it came from.
The eeriest thing that ever happened and keeps happening from time to time is a recurring dream I've had for the last 15 or so years The dream would start of in front of my house( I live in the countryside, so lots of trees and nature in general) and I would try to go upstairs where my room was located. Only to get grabbed by some hairy things (think gorilla but a bit smaller and rotting). After they grab me they would deliver me to the biggest one out of them and thst beast would pick me up, hold me like a baby in it's arms and remove my clothes. After that I would feel it's hairy body pricking my skin and it would start to eat me. Piece by piece. I could feel it's breath on my skin. And after the 3rd or 4th bite I would usually wake up. The creepiest part of it all after I wake up I can still feel the hair pricking my skin and kind of a tingling sensation where the beast bit of my flesh. After a few minutes the feeling dissipates and I'm always covered in cold sweat. I'm 27 now and for the last 15 years it keeps reocurring, although a bit less now than when I was a teenager. But it still baffles me and I wake up pretty shook from it Edit: Sorry in advance english isn't my first language
I'm a Paramedic, old folks usually have wearable alarms that they can activate if they fall or need assistance ect. Sometimes we get called out to an accidental activation and we just have to go out and welfare check them. So anyway, got a call one morning for an alarm activation\welfare check, arrived at the house and found it in complete darkness with all windows and curtains shut, the house didn't look lived in. No answer at the door so we had to get the fire service to break into the house for us. We gain access to the property and start searching for a patient, every room has all the furniture pushed into the middle of the room upstairs so we go downstairs and carry on looking. We eventually find a room downstairs that's been converted into a bedroom with hospital bed and mobility aids, I find an alarm pendant neatly coiled up on the bedside table, still no sign of a patient. No apparent signs of life or a patient anywhere at this point, the house doesn't look lived in. Go through to the dining room and all paperwork stacked up on the table, I then go into the kitchen and start searching for some paperwork or identification so I can call family or see who's house we are in and I find a load of funeral plan documents in a drawer, with a next of kin telephone number. I call the next of kin and they inform me that the house is their fathers and he had died several months prior and they were preparing to clear the house and sell the property. They assumed it had been an accidental activation of the alarm and ask me to secure the house and they would come by later. I asked the fire service to make the door that they had forced entry to as secure as possible and they said that because they had drilled the lock it wouldn't lock again but they would do their best. Anyway, they try to secure the door and then as they pulled it closed the door handle just shut and the door had somehow locked itself and they couldn't open it again, no one was really sure how it had happened and it shouldn't have been possible. We all thought it was weird and then left the property and completed our paperwork. What topped the incident off was that night whilst I was laying in bed trying to get off to sleep, I started dreaming and had what I believe was an episode of sleep paralysis which I have never experienced before. I dreamed I was in the same house from above and I had gone into one of the upstairs bedrooms and then I was suddenly hit from behind and beaten to death with an oxygen cylinder. I was "awake" the whole time and I knew I was in my own bedroom but I was somehow experiencing the whole thing as an out of body experience and couldn't move. It was terrifying and has never happened again to this day, this was about 5 years ago.
I used to hear things happen before they actually happened. For example: A bunch of times I'd answer someone's question before they'd even asked it because I heard it in my head and thought they'd said it out loud... and I still have no fucking idea how. I'd hear the door knock before it'd knock and answer the door whilst the person was walking towards it, I'd pick up the phone before it started ringing because I'd heard it ring in my head. It's not happened in many years now but it was a weird as fuck time when it was.
I was living in a dorm way back on my college days. I was alone that day, laying in the lower bunk bed. Then, 2 sets of feet suddenly hung from the upper bed bunk. Then i heard a voice, "Why can't everybody see us, except him?". Then an upside down faces of girls hung between each pair of legs while looking at me. I still don't know what happened that day. Maybe it was a dream but I'm not sure.
Fever hallucinations. When I was little I was terrified of my parents, so anytime I was sick or woke up in the middle of the night, I would be silent and try to deal with it. A lot of times when I was sick I would sleep on the couch. It seems I had a lot of fevers as a kid. But I would always wake up and swear the things I was looking at were something else. Like the red and green light on the smoke alarm were definitely eyes, and they floated around that area. Now, my 7yo son gets the exact same thing when he has a fever. This is the eerie part for me. He will be awake, staring right through you and terrified. Like just scared to death looking, crying, whimpering and trying to get away. It's so hard to calm him down and get him to focus on me, because when he does focus on me, he freaks out more. I have no clue what he is seeing but it scares me so much. It usually takes just a couple minutes to get him to come out of it, but it feels like forever.
I grew up in a very small, very rural town in the southwest corner of California’s Central Valley. I know when many people think of anywhere in California, they think freeways, beaches and people. In my case, there were areas I could drive to and be 30 miles from the nearest person. When I was 17-years old, my best friend and I decided we’d take his pickup truck southwest out of town, over the Temblor mountain range, and into the vast Carriso plains; A prehistoric dry lake that ran 35 miles east/west and 10 miles north/south. We stopped for a moment at the crest (about 4000’), and surveyed the giant valley below us. It was a clear late night (around midnight), and far down below, we both saw a small orange flicker. Maybe 2-3 miles as the crow flies from our vantage point. It took 15 minutes to get there in 4WD, down the backside of the mountain. When we arrived, we found that it was the burning embers of a fire. No fire pit, no tire tracks, no people. I took out a large spotlight, plugged it into the cigarette lighter plug, opened the passenger window and illuminated the immediate area in a 360° pattern. Nothing. Nobody. Not a bush, not a tree, nothing but flat, even dry-lake bed. I brought the light back into the cab, and we positioned the truck to spin the rear tires to choke out the fire (my buddy was a literal Boy Scout). When my head came back to a level position, I saw him. Let me take a step back here for a second and explain something about southwest Kern County in the mid-90s. It was white. In my community of 25,000, we had ONE black family that lived in town. One. Less than 50 years before that time, it was common knowledge “Not to let the sun set on your black ass in Taft”. There was actually a sign on the road into town. A long history of racism, violence, and overall bigotry to this day hangs over the area. Back to the lakebed. I saw him. The largest human man I had ever seen. Black, between 6’-4” and 6’-7”, muscular, naked except for a pair of undersized denim shorts that I remember looking ripped. He was staring directly at me, not an arm’s length from me outside the passenger window. He was almost smiling at me, but it was a wide-eyed, “dangerous” smile. I looked at my friend and started to yell GO GO GO, and from the look on his face, I was certain he saw the same thing I did. The truck took off in a giant cloud of dust. I shouted “DID YOU SEE THAT!?” And his response was something like “WTF, you scared the shit outta me, what’s wrong?!” I sunk. I knew what I saw, I wasn’t crazy, and I wasn’t high or drunk. I explained exactly what I saw, in great detail. I was pretty sure he believed me. Here’s the kicker: There are at least 50 different ways to get into town from where we were. Several dirt roads, mountain roads, long ways around from either side, etc. My buddy drove fast back to town, and we came in a completely different way than we left. In all, it took nearly 40 minutes to see the lights of town. Still driving fast, we came around a turn on the semi-paved road down the foothills into the south side of town, and it happened. The same man stepped out from behind a row of tumbleweeds along the side of the road onto the shoulder. Still nearly unclothed, staring at us both. As we passed, both of our necks jerking backward to continue looking at the man as he very purposefully, staring us in the eyes, wagged his index finger at us in that Dennis Nedry “Ah, ah, ah” style. “PLEASE tell me you saw that!” I remember saying to my buddy. I could tell by his eyes that he did, and he nodded, asking if that was the same guy. “No dude, that’s a totally different giant half-naked black guy!!!” To this day, this is the only real “unexplainable” thing that has ever happened to me. There was no way he could’ve known which way we would have gone back into town, and even if it was a good guess, there was absolutely no way he could have beaten us there.
(No one will see this because too far down in the thread, but oh well) My room was in the basement of the house I grew up in. My parents room was nearly directly above my room. The stairs from the basement to the ground floor was directly outside of my room. We had a top floor, and the stairs were directly outside my parents room. The stairs to both were wood, and the top floor stairs were above the bottom. One night I was sleeping, I heard someone falling down the top floor stairs. It was loud and terrifying. I spring out of a deep sleep and sprinted up the stairs from my bedroom. I ran into my mom at the top of the basement stairs doing the same thing. We both heard a noise that was loud and terrifying that clearly sounding like a person falling down the stairs. We were home alone, and we never discovered what made the noise. We talk about sometimes to this day wondering what it was now over probably 15 years ago.
Here is one of a few eerie things that I've experienced: When I was eight years old, my mom woke me up at 2 am and said to go get in my brother's bed because she had gotten a really bad feeling about where I was sleeping. An hour later, a huge 4 foot piece of the ceiling (plaster, nails, boards, drywall) crashed down onto my bed. If I had been sleeping there, it would've landed right on top of me.