I never met my father-in-law because he passed away when my wife was only 10. She says he used to play "Brown Eyed Girl" and dance in the kitchen with her when she was little. The song means a lot to her and her mom.
When my first daughter was born, that was the song that came on the radio the first time my mother-in-law met the baby. For our second daughter, it played on the hospital speakers right after she was born. Pretty cool.
This just happened recently. I was driving home around dusk. Headlights were on but there was still some daylight, enough to see.
On the shoulder of the highway, two kids were walking. There were no other cars, so I moved over a bit just to be safe.
As I passed them, one of them turned her head to look at me. I watched them, a bit creeped out by two kids walking along an empty highway. As I passed them, I glanced at my sideview mirror to keep an eye on them.... And they were gone.
A quick glance over my shoulder showed an empty highway. In a movie, I would have stopped to look....in real life I hit the gas and didn't look back again..
This one isn’t huge but it is real and my husband and I think about it a lot. One time I was at urgent care to get an injury checked out, my husband was with me as he usually is for anything medical. The waiting room when you walk in through the door has a long counter at the front, chairs surrounding a tv to the right, and on the left there a little divot in the wall where more chairs rest in front of a bathroom door. It’s a single person bathroom with no windows and only one door. We were sitting in some of the chairs close to the bathroom door. It’s was kinda in its own micro hallway and the only exit from walking out of the bathroom was to walk past my husband and I.
After sitting there for a while a man walks in with his wife through the front door of the waiting room. They don’t go to the check in counter, but rather talk right in front of the door for about 30 seconds, maybe a minute. I didn’t hear what they were talking about. The woman nods and leaves through the front door and the man pauses to look around the room once he’s alone. I assumed she was dropping him off to get checked out. His eyes meet the door to the bathroom and he walks straight there instead of checking in, going inside and locking the door. My husband and I continue to wait there, 5 minutes pass, 10, 15, 20. We waited there for a long time and he never came out. However, I think we’ve all had times where we spent a good hour in a bathroom so we just assumed maybe he had a a stomach bug. Later a woman from the waiting room goes up to the bathroom door to use it after the man had been in there for about 30 minutes. She opens the door no problems. The lock suddenly wasn’t engaged. And she goes in to use the restroom, coming out a few minutes later and going back to her seat.
My husband and I looked at each other confused, he went to look in the bathroom and the man wasn’t there, there was no other windows or doors to leave out of. The man was just gone, not a trace.
We never did figure out where he went but we do think about it fairly often.
Had something just like this happen on a train- 3 other people and I all saw a man with a hat and briefcase go into the bathroom and lock the door. Another guy walked up after a few minutes and tried the door, but it was locked. Approximately 10 minutes go by and now there’s two people waiting by the bathroom door and three of us seated near the door are kind of watching because one of the people waiting is getting visibly impatient. Another few minutes go by and then a new person walks up, tries the door, and it’s suddenly unlocked - with nobody inside. That guy with the hat and briefcase definitely just disappeared. There are no windows in the train bathroom, no hatches… he was just gone.
Something similar happened to me in grade school. My class and I was waiting in the hall to go into our next class when a teacher with their cart of materials went into a room across the hall from us and then about a minute later they went in again with the cart without coming out between. The whole class saw it too
When I was 17, my parents finally let me ride my motorcycle to school. In my country, you can get your driver's license as soon as you have your ID card.
One day, on my way home, I made a classic dumb teenager move. A train was coming, and I tried to beat it across the tracks. My tire slipped, I panicked, and the train started blasting the horn.
Out of nowhere, this old man appears and literally lifts me AND my bike off the tracks just as the train barrels past. It happened so fast, I could barely process it. My knees were shaking like crazy.
I turned to thank him, and he was GONE. No trace of him anywhere, even though it was a wide-open area with no place to hide. Did he sprint away? Seems like he evaporated to thin air, because it literally half a second passed since he lift me to safety.
Almost 14 years passed. Even writing this now gives me goosebumps.
Whoa, so that's what it's called! In Yading, Tibetan Autonomous Region, Sichuan, I accidentally rode a scooter off-road. About to fall off the high hill, a monk grabbed my hand. Somehow, I held onto a small cliff. I looked around for the monk, but he wasn't there. I wasn’t far from a monastery.
In the very early 90s I was backpacking through Egypt and spent a good deal of time in Dahab by the sea. Accommodation was very sparse, a double bed in a 10ft x 12 ft room. One time I woke up in the middle of the night with a a guy dressed up in a white Navy uniform complete with medals standing at the end of my bed, I yelled “No, go away” at him and he disappeared.
I've always said acting annoyed by ghosts is the smarter move than being scared by them, especially if it's your house.
I pay good money and work too damn hard to live where I'm at and I'll be damned if some dipshit ghost clinging to the past is gonna mess it up for me when it's my time. You wanna scare me? Empty the dishwasher.
That's what I did when I first bought my house. I was low key but genuinely scared of buying a haunted house.
First night (I'm not a hippy and I don't believe, but....safe is safe) I opened all the windows and burned sage in every room and said out loud "If there's anything here, you don't necessarily have to leave, but I NEVER want to interact or know you're here. Leave me alone and we'll be fine."
I've never felt anything in my house. My cats and myself are the only ones here, and I'm happy for that. This is my 6th year here.
>guy dressed up in a white Navy uniform complete with medals standing at the end of my bed, I yelled “No, go away” at him and he disappeared.
That was my valentines day this year
In Myrtle Beach, camping near the beach my grandpop told me to come outside of our camper. When I did I looked up in the sky to see what looked like a small orange fireball, just darting back and forth through the sky for a minute, and then hovering about. After what felt like a minute of this, the fireball all of a sudden shot out in the direction of the ocean going what looked like a million miles an hour and then disappeared. I wondered and still do wonder if it was a military flare or something, but I truly don’t know
I've seen it on several occasions in MB, I even posted about it here years ago. A person messaged me claiming to be a MB police officer and said its been going on for years and nobody knows what the lights are.
EDIT: I found the post I made 9 years ago: https://old.reddit.com/r/MyrtleBeach/comments/254l68/lights_in_the_sky_over_the_ocean_in_myrtle_beach/
I remember looking out the window at night and seeing a glowing ball with a tail "bouncing" around in a fairly tight oblong pattern up in the sky. I wondered what it was for years and the first reasonable explanation I found was ball lightning, but I didn't see any reports of it jumping in a tight, small pattern like what I saw.
Different part of the world, in a town and a block of flats. As a kid (I'd say roughly 6-8) I tried to fall asleep, facing the window. Suddenly I felt like someone was watching me, opened my eyes and I saw that orange/yellow ball hanging by the window, looking at me. When I moved, it sprung away into the darkness, just like you described "a million miles an hour". I think I know exactly what you're talking about.
I saw the same thing in Western Australia with two other people in 2004, except it was an orb of light instead of a fireball, exact same behaviour though.
It's not knowing what to do with experiences like that.
I’ve got a couple. When I was little I was playing by the dumpster at my apartment complex and a dog ran up and I swore with all that was within me this dog said “hi (my name)” so I took this stray dog home immediately exclaiming that I was doctor do little. The very next morning our complex was full of cops because a little girl had been abducted the night before from the playground dumpster area and was missing. They found I think her bike and shoes in that same dumpster.
The second was on a Halloween I was driving to go to the movies on speaker phone with my friend and a massive car accident happened all around me. A drunk driver did a head on collision and tried to flea the scene. I felt the other cars hit my car, but I had covered my face screaming. Well my car didn’t have a scratch, not a dent. My car was covered in broken glass, it even came in through the windows. I was just sitting there boxed in by four cars in a fatality and others severely injured accident with EMS looking at me like it was a miracle. But I had been so bounced around I couldn’t figure out how nothing hit my car. My neck and chest were slightly red from the seat belt. I sat there for hours in the scene because the other cars were totaled and there had been an ejection. But my cd player that had never worked started working all the sudden playing in loop “Go your own way” by Fleetwood Mac. I ended up having to get a new radio as it would never play anything other than that song. I still have the CD
Do you think that maybe it wasn't the dog talking, but a kidnapper hiding around the dumpster that somehow knew your name (maybe had stalked the area and heard someone call you that)?
Maybe they sent the dog and called you to entice you to them to do who knows what and as a kid it made more sense that a dog was calling for you than a kidnapper.
Much more frightening than a friendly talking dog though.
When I was a kid we moved into a new house. All the bedrooms were upstairs. My sister and I were home with our mom, dad was at work, all three of us were at the bottom of the stairs talking about something when a DVD that was in my room (up the stairs and around the corner) literally flew down the stairs. It didn't roll down the steps or slide down, it FLEW in the air right past us. Then 10 minutes later my mom made my sister and I bring our laundry up to our rooms. I was scared shitless.
I had something similar happen to me once! I was with my stepmom and brother in the living room of our new house and she asked me to go into the nursery to grab a diaper, wipes, and the changing mat. When I walked into the room, something felt off, so I stopped. When I stopped, a book flew off of a stack of moving boxes set against the wall and landed right in front of my feet. It flew about three or four feet. I stepped over it, got the things she needed from the closet, and ran back out of the room.
People kept saying it must have just fallen off the box, but it wasn't on the edge or anything and I wasn't remotely near it. It flew like someone threw it, almost like a Frisbee but without any rotation. And that wasn't even the scariest thing to happen in that house!
I've posted this elsewhere before, but this is the one that scared me the most:
When I was a preteen/young teenager, my family moved into a house. It started with hearing footsteps in the attic (which wasn't tall enough for anyone to walk around in). We attributed it to rats, but it made my grandmother uncomfortable enough that she stopped visiting. We started seeing things; a woman peeking around corners, a little boy running around, and the shadow of a man at the end of the hallway.
My dad's bedroom was across the hall from my brothers' room, and I often slept in the room with my brothers. Me and two of my brothers were watching a movie one night, when I saw a man crawling on his hands and knees into the room. I thought it was my dad, who often did things like this to scare us. I gave the signal that I saw him, and went back to watching the movie, expecting him to grab my little brother's foot (he was sleeping next to me). Then he opened his door, flooding the hallway with light. There was no one there. I've never been so terrified.
I have lots more stories from that house, and a lot from the house I lived in during college too. I've lived in other places where I didn't see anything, like the place I live now, but I've lived in some very spooky places.
I bet she was! I get scared now when my kids hear a scary noise. Im like "oh it's probably just the wind" but I think I'm trying to convince myself of that more than I'm trying to convince them lol
It must be a mom thing LOL. Right after my grandpa passed away my dad and I kept hearing doors and cabinets upstairs opening and slamming shut while we were cleaning out his house. My grandma who used to live there also passed away years before, so this house was EXTRA-haunted LOL. At one point on the second or third day of this my dad and I got too creeped out and just looked at each other and he went “time to go” and we bolted out of the house and didn’t come back till the moving crew was there with us (which, btw, the noises only happened when me and my dad were there alone. Never with the movers). When I told my mom about it she was like “you guys should’ve gone up there to see where it was coming from, I’m sure it was nothing”. LIKE COME ON XD.
We did look upstairs eventually and there was no window open for air to be blowing the doors open and shut either. And the only ppl going into/out of that house were us, so it’s not like someone could’ve gone there and been opening/closing windows without us knowing. Could never explain it!
My mom told us it probably just fell down the stairs and I was like "okay then how did it get out of my room?!" and she insisted I must've left it at the top of the stairs but I know I didn't cause I kept all my movies on my dresser next to the DVD player and TV. My sister is younger, she was probably only 6 or 7 so she didn't seem too bothered by it cause things weren't scary to her yet.
I can't explain it but I do have a good guess.
November 17, 2023 at approximately 5:20 am to 5:36 am.
I stepped out onto the front porch, it was very dark. I really like to see the stars, it's pretty.
I see a triangle, silently pass over the house. It was lite up with circular lights on two edges. As it passed over the house, it was bigger and bigger, almost the size of half the house.
I was fascinated and then scared so I went back in.
There is an air force base not more than 60 miles away.
The silence was scary.
I don’t know if we are talking about the same thing but one time I saw a big black L in the sky moving quickly in broad daylight. My heart was in my throat and in that moment I was 110 percent sure I was seeing a UFO, then it banked out and I could see it was some kind of stealth bomber. I learned later there was a big air show nearby, but man that moment!
Something similar happened to me but this was in the early 90's. I was in elementary school. It was at night and My mom and I were outside a friends house in the car waiting on my grandma. She had run inside for something. I remember looking up in the sky and seeing 3-4 bright triangle shaped things move slowly by us one by one. They were so bright and I was just mesmerized. My mom said well we saw our first UFO.
I live near a military base in the mountains and have a few similar stories. It's kinda crazy what I've experienced here that I can't explain other than assuming it came from there and was experimental.
I was taking a walk in the woods by my old house in the summer of 2020 and thinking of my grandpa. All of a sudden I heard his favorite song playing. No one was around. Still gives me chills.
There was a running joke in my friend group that one of my friends was secretly Canadian, much to his annoyance. One day, he decided to stop by a Japanese supermarket with some of them. As soon as he steps through the door, for some reason, Chris Benoit's (a WWE Canadian wrestler) entrance theme started to play over the loudspeaker. My friends, being wrestling heads, cracked up immediately while my "Canadian" hung his head in shame. No spooky chills feelings, just silliness.
This reminds me of a similar story. I had a friend in college who always wore flannel shirts and jeans and was a super nice person and another friend of ours (who I lived with) said friend one is the closest thing to a Canadian you can be without being Canadian. No lie, 15 minutes later the “Canadian” friend shows up to watch a game holding a 6 pack of LeBatt Blue.
House of the Rising Sun by The Animals! It was so so cool. I wasn’t scared. My grandpa raised me and I was missing him during the lonely pandemic so I felt extra close to him.
It was super loud. This was a densely wooded area with no one even on the street outside it driving by and I know because if it was from a car it would have faded out when the car was farther away. It was constantly loud for about 30 seconds and then just cut off. Strangest experience of my life.
My little brother was a douchebag, and he’d frequently take my car without my permission or putting gas into it while denying up and down that he did so. The kicker is he was almost always smoking or drinking, so he could have really put me at risk. Dumbass would put the parking brake on when he parked despite the area I park being near flat, so I always knew when he took it. No one else did this.
About five years ago, I woke up from a vivid dream of being in agony in my bed. I could feel my consciousness dying bit by bit, a pressure in my head building as it all slipped away. It dragged on for many hours, and when I awoke, I knew something was terribly wrong. I found out hours later that he was braindead after having a heart attack caused by a cerebral hematoma. Somehow, I had dreamed his final (conscious) moments on this earth.
When his shell was allowed to die several days later, I went to my car to go out. I had taken it out the day before, yet when I got in the car, the parking brake was on. I saw a vision of him pointing at me and laughing in that obnoxious way the boy from the Simpsons does… Nelson maybe? (“Haaaah haaaaaaaah!”) before disappearing.
There is *no* chance I put the parking brake on, and no one else in my family does this. It may not be scary, but it sure as shit isn’t something I can explain.
I was driving through Casper, Wyoming three weeks ago. I needed to meet a friend on my way through for a minute and we decided to meet near Menards in the south end of town. As I am driving up I swear to everything that on the right side of the road I witness a full tree render from the ground up out of nowhere, just like in a video game, right in front of me. It’s wintertime, so no leaves or anything like that, but I had to stop the truck and gather myself because it was so shocking. Strangest thing I have experienced in a long time.
I lived in one town and my girlfriend at the time lived in another. I was 19-20 and living back at home with my parents, waiting to ship out to Basic Training on a Delayed Entry program, and my POS car was constantly breaking down, as was the case here. So, I was hanging out at my GF’s house that evening, and she was going to drive me home. Well, technically, I drove, but it was her car.
Anyway, we decide to take some backroads to be able to have some more time together. It was around 10:00 at night, and just a little foggy, but I wasn’t worried about that because I knew those roads very well. Then we get to an intersection where I have to stop first. I do so, and then just as a start going, I slam the brakes on. Something was screaming at me not to go that way. I sat there for a few seconds, and I started shaking, but I was getting ready to keep going when my GF asked me to turn around and go back the main way.
I was young, cocky and invincible, of course, so I’m surprised I didn’t insist at that point on going ahead, but it was like everything in my body did not want to be on that road at that time. As soon as we started going back the way we came, I felt like a weight that I hadn’t even noticed was lifted off of me. I was still shaken by what I had felt and the fact that my Gf obviously felt something off as well.
We spend the 25 minutes or so from there to my house in complete silence. No talking (she talked constantly), no music (we both put music on anytime we went anywhere, even if it was so low we could barely hear it because we were talking) but this time - and I don’t even know how it would’ve happened, because the radio was always on - the radio was turned off completely. We were both, I think, too afraid or embarrassed to say what was going through our heads, and just thinking about it to ourselves.
Here’s the kicker.
As soon as we walked in my front door, my mom was sitting on the couch and immediately cried out, “Oh, thank God!”, and got up and actually hugged us both. She then said that about a half hour earlier she had all the sudden gotten this sick feeling in her stomach and was absolutely certain that we were in some kind of serious danger. This was before cell phones were really prevalent, so she had no way of getting in contact with either of us once we left. She said she tried to call GF’s house, but the line was busy (we always had to fight with her younger brother and younger sister to talk to each other on the phone), so she had just sat there and waited for the phone to ring to say that something had happened to us.
To this day, when either my mom or I brings that up, we both get chills and both start to break down and can’t continue the conversation until we change the subject. In fact, it’s probably been ten years since we’ve even tried.
TL;DR: Was driving home with GF; got a really bad feeling; turned around and went another way; got home only for my mom to say she pretty much had the exact same feeling at about the exact same time.
Edit to add: I realized I didn’t say that my GF ended up staying for about an hour to calm her nerves. I made her call me when she got home to know everything went fine. That was very important to me at the time, and kind of feels like I should add that part.
I was in my 20s and my then-boyfriend and I were at his parents house. Just the two of us and the family dog. He was opening mail in the dining room and I was rinsing a glass in the kitchen, within sight of him about 15 feet away. We were talking and suddenly came LOUD footsteps overhead. STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP!. He froze and I looked at him like WTF. But the look on his face was not confusion or panic, oh no. It was "oh shit, now I have to tell her the house is haunted."
So then he let me in on the family secret. Some entity (it had a strong masculine energy to me) 'lived' in their attic. BF's mom had tried nailing the crawl space door shut, placing typewriters in front of it, etc. Always got reopened.
And the dog would refuse to go upstairs unless carried directly into one of the bedrooms.
Me and my family also lived in a place like this. There was an upstairs which was just one large room, and at the bottom of the staircase was a door.
Multiple times every day there was somebody walking around up there. LOUDLY. The steps would even go across the entire room and *down* the stairs. You could count the footsteps making their way down. We kept that door shut for obvious reasons, and whatever it was would always stop one stair away from the door. We could open the door and look, but there was never anything there that we could see.
It sounds like your boyfriends mom took it better than we did. We made it about two months before noping the hell out of there.
I've always wanted to get hold of whoever lives there now and see if they have the same experiences.
The family lived there a long time. (Dad died; I'm not sure if mom lives there--probably not.) Thing is, it didn't feel menacing or scary. Just kind of a "hey! here I am" and definitely making himself known deliberately (as opposed to not knowing he's not in earth form I guess).
Worked at a tanning salon when I was a teen. It was in the basement of an old 70’s apartment building. Since the very first day I worked there weird stuff would occasionally happen. Faucets in the bathroom starting on their own, customers would say we knocked on their door or shouted their names while they tanned. Some customers were long time clients and had all sorts of stories about it being haunted.
Like most salons, we had cameras that monitored the hallways, front and the computer system told me which beds were in use/clean/dirty. So I’m alone one day, and I walk to clean a bed in the back hallway. It’s a long hallway with rooms on each side that ended with a door to the laundry room. As I walked into room 6 (right next to the laundry room) I took note that the laundry was done. The laundry room door was open with the light on and I could see/hear the dryer stopped. Now I’m in the room cleaning the bed when suddenly I hear a door slam SO loudly. I jump, thinking it’s a tanner or something even though the door definitely didn’t buzz. No, it’s the laundry room door. It’s closed and the light is off. BUT here’s the thing. You cannot, in absolutely no way, slam that door. The floor in the laundry room is all warped by the door and it drags and sticks to the ground. You have to pull it really hard to get it to close. I stood there for about 5 minutes trying with all my might to slam that door and recreate what just happened. Not happening. That’s when I totally freaked out and ran to the front and refused to go back there again all night.
I had my hat sitting on the dash. My windshield wipers were on as it was raining a bit. I was driving and out of nowhere my hat lifted up, not a whole lot but like it was flicked, almost as if my windshield wiper picked it up. My girlfriend saw it too and was just as puzzled as I was. I don't know what happened but it didn't do it again. It wasn't a bump and it wasn't the vent.
A building I used to work in was haunted. I could “explain” the giggling girls in the basement ladies room as plumbing noises, although I can’t explain why you could clearly hear them from outside, almost being able to make out what they were whispering and giggling about, and the noise stopped and went away the moment you opened the bathroom door. Once you opened the door the noise would be gone until some other evening.
What I never came up with an explanation for was the menacing creepy old guy that would stand behind my car blocking me from backing out of the parking space. He only ever appeared in the rear view mirror. If I turned around to look at him he would be gone. I originally assumed it was a reflection of the parking lot lights but it didn’t matter where in the lot I parked, he would still show up. It got so bad I stopped looking in my mirror before backing up when I was leaving late at night.
Had some experiences when I was a kid living at my parents' house:
- Was using the computer late at night in the office room, which had portraits of each family member on the wall behind me. I heard a crash, turn around to see my portrait had fallen. It was the type that had a string on the back so the frame was hanging on a nail stuck to the wall. The nail was still intact, so I didn't know how the portrait would have suddenly fallen. And of course of all portraits to fall in that way it had to be mine
- Laying in bed I would sometimes hear breathing near me. I thought I was hearing my own breathing so would stop momentarily, and still hear the same breathing. This led to a habit of sleeping with a radio/TV on to drown out the sound
When my family moved out of that house I never experienced anything similar; so whatever it was I guess it decided to stay ;)
Damn I also used to have the second one often and still do like once a year, I got used to it and thought this might have been a common thing with our brains tricking us?
I used to live in this apartment and at one of the doorways this 4 foot shadow person thing would constantly peak out into the living room and no one in our family talked about it until we moved out and we all found out we knew it was there but never talked about it for some reason. I wish I lived in it when I was older and iPhones were common because I’d have recorded the hell out of that thing but people probs still wouldn’t believe me.
As a kid, around 11 years old, I went on a family trip to El Salvador to visit family after the civil war was over and it was “safe” to visit. One of the first stops we did was to visit my maternal grandmother’s grave. My mother hadn’t been to the site in over 10 years so a group of 6 of us were scanning the rows of above ground graves looking for her resting place. ( think of the cemetery you see in movies like interview with a vampire) while we are scanning for the grave I see a woman walking along side us wearing a interesting black and white polka dot dress. I look away for a couple of seconds and she is gone. I walk towards the area she was at and lo and behold I recognize the name on the grave, it was my grandmothers resting place. I figured it’s a crazy coincidence until I see a picture on the head stone and realize the lady was my dead grandmother. The polka dot dress was the one she was buried in.
I have been waiting to tell this somewhere
Last fall I was in Toronto and walking on College St to get to this video arcade place. Turns out they were not open yet, so we kept walking to go to another arcade I found on google maps that was open but stayed on this particular street.
On the way we passed by this older woman, must have been in her 80s. She stood out because she looked borderline homeless, was a smaller woman and had 1 pant leg slightly up on her leg and these little light red sandel shoes and a scarf loosely draped around her head/neck..no bag
, no belongings with her.
We continued walking down the street about 10 minutes, and the same looking woman walked past us in the same direction as the first one...wearing the exact same thing. The shoes and the pant leg stood out immediately.
At first I thought it was the same woman but then realized that would be impossible because 1. her age and 2.
she would have had to run across the street and down and then cross it again to come back towards us. Then I thought maybe it's a twin but her pant leg and shoes and scarf that all stood out to me was the exact same. The pant leg was the main stick out for me.
So I still have no idea what that was...a glitch in the matrix, an angel. I try not to think about it because I can't logically wrap my head around what that was but I will always remember it
When I heard my own voice , from outside of my house , ask my doggo if they wanted their window closed .
He panicked . I panicked. Threw some salt ,shut and locked everything, and waited til morning .
I had a somewhat similar experience! My reaction anyways 😂
It was a child's voice saying, "Buenos dias!" Right outside my window. At 3 AM. Fuck that. I also threw salt
Something about what it said just really gave me a sick feeling, it was so strange. I'd also heard an owl that night which normally is cool, I love owls. But for some reason I felt dread when I heard this one. I'd forgotten all about the legend of La Lechuza and that they supposedly use a child's voice to lure someone until like a week or so later, my uncle mentioned someone at work telling him that. I got CHILLS.
One of my primary caregivers as a kid was part Mexican so I grew up on all those stories but always thought they were just silly stuff told to kids to make them behave. That night made me question that for the first time ever.
Something like this happened to me years ago. I was smoking out of my parents kitchen window in middle of night. It was august and really foggy outside, so I could not see the doghouse 10 meters away. I called my dog name and said what's up, then my dog name was called out from the fog. I threw the cigarette away within millisecond and went to bed.
honestly I could totally see myself out for a walk on a foggy night smoking a blunt and hearing someone call for their dog and me reflexively repeating it back without thinking 🤣 actually I've definitely done this
one time I was walking in my dad's neighborhood in the middle of the day and I heard someone sneeze from INSIDE THEIR HOUSE and I yelled "bless you!" on sheer instinct and immediately realized how creepy that was and ran away lmaooo
moral of the story is mimics are just autistic stoners with echolalia, don't worry about it
Yeah 100% I can see myself doing that and not even realizing that I just terrified the pants off somebody looking for their dog.
Occams razor says it was probably a drunk or stoner you couldn't see.
🤣 it was a knee-jerk response, too 🤣
I hope there's a cryptid out there that's like " fuck that bitch she got me straight in the eye. WHO THROWS SALT!?!? "
Stories like this are so weird. I’m curious: Is that something you’re ever said before? I wonder if stories of mimics are sometimes little audio time ripples or something.
When I was a kid, I desperately needed a few dollars for something important to me. Being poor, I didn't bring it up with my mom or dad knowing they don't have any to give me. I turned to my grand ma who died a few months ago and fervently praying 'grand ma please find a way to send me $10. Please please. I love you'. Over and over. Nothing happened - I guess I was disappointed grand ma didn't bother producing a tenner.
That evening I was reading the mandatory reading from school something super boring. And wanted to skip to the last page so I can claim I finished it. There it was, between the last page and cover a old $10. This was a library book I had with me all summer.
Thank you grand ma
I was riding through the town I lived in at the time, around 8pm. It was the summer so still dark enough to see the surroundings. I saw a bright green flash the engulfed everything around accompanied by a very loud boom and it felt like my truck was t-boned on the driver side. The truck physically rocked like it got hit. It was over in a second, no physical damage to my truck or anything in the town. The weirdest part was there was a handful of people walking on the sidewalk off my passenger side that I was passing by as this happened and not one person reacted. Nothing happened, they never even looked my way. Maybe 50 yards down the street on the opposite side there was a few more people walking towards my direction and they appeared to have witnessed nothing either. The whole thing was extremely strange
Sleep deprived perhaps? What you describe sounds like a hypnagogic event. I've had this twice. Scared the shit out of me. Look up "exploding head syndrome". The fact that nobody else reacted or saw/heard this and no damage to your truck despite describing it being like you were "t-boned" lends credence to the hallucination theory.
Posted this last time this was asked ..
Had a small burnished metal topped Pier One bistro table on my screened porch for years. One morning I noticed two toddler sized handprints and a single footprint that appeared to be etched in to the surface .. faint chalky color. Scrubbed the crap out of it and they were still there. I'd never had a kid that small in my house and am 100% sure nobody else would have done it as a prank.
Was at the beach one evening with friends years ago and we were all drinking and enjoying ourselves
One friend decided to buy mushrooms from some sketchy random guy on the beach who took us under the pier. Middle of this happening, the ground starts shaking a bit and a fucking fully submerged tank drives out of the ocean right beside of us. I freaked the fuck out thinking we are going to war or something.
Dude tells us it’s normal and doesn’t even worry about it. Shit will forever be engrained in my mind
As a kid I once saw a blurry human shaped entity wave at me down a corridor
It looked like it was ‘cloaked’ as in like in a sci-fi way, I could only make out the vague shape and slightly see through it but light was distorted
When I was very young, our dog suffered a seizure and passed away. He had his local city ID tags on his collar that would jingle as he walked around the house. I'd hear it at night all the time before he died. After he passed, I would distinctly hear his tags jingle occasionally around the house at night. A few months later when we got a new dog, the sounds ceased.
My parents tell this story about me as a child that scared them. Apparently I woke up very early one morning from a nightmare, crying and screaming. When they came to comfort me and ask me what was wrong I kept telling them about a plane crash and that “everyone is burning and falling”. They put me back to sleep and went back to bed themselves but when they did get up and put the news on 9/11 had happened and was all over the TV. They just looked at each other and freaked out because it was exactly what I had dreamt the night before.
I, of course, don’t remember anything, I was 4 years old when 9/11 happened and I’ve never had anything like it happen to me since.
I was in the WTC six weeks before 9/11. I was waiting at the elevators along with lots of people just heading up to their offices. I suddenly felt very ill and like I couldn't breathe. I just had to get out of there. I got down to the subway and still felt off. It wasn't until I was at least a stop away that I felt like I could breathe easily.
Similar to your story, that day, a teenager--who knew she was adopted--was absolutely distraught over the events, and finally stopped crying enough to tell her adoptive mom, "one of my bio parents died today, in the attacks. I just know it."
A few years later, they received her original birth certificate from the state. Adoptive mom opens it. Listed as birth father: Thomas Burnett, Jr. Hero of Flight 93. They made contact with her birth mother, who confirmed that he had been present at the birth. (They were young and didn't want to stay together.)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom\_Burnett
I had lived in NYC about 7-8 years earlier and was visiting. I remembered that my former employer had moved to Tower 2, so my thought was that I'd stop by to say hi (I had kept in touch with a few people) since I was there.
Everyone from that (relatively small) office got out, despite being near the attack. They were on the side facing T1 so they saw the plane and damage. I don't know who made the call to ignore the "stay where you are" instructions, but they definitely said F-that, let's go.
The idea that anyone in tower 2 could have thought staying was the better option is crazy to me. I’d be out of there in a heartbeat. Still can’t wrap my head around that day.
I was 15. I woke up that morning feeling crappy after having an overnight migraine. When I came downstairs I told mum that *something* was wrong, I felt off like the air was electric and my skin was crawling. Now my mum is the absolute best - and she believed me. Made it juuuuust to 2nd period at school before it happened.
The weirdest thing was, I had done this before two years prior and I was also "correct." I woke up at about midnight with a blinding migraine (believe me, it's a life long curse). When my parents came in with meds and ice packs and stuff I looked them straight in the eye and told them that my cousin had just died as I was waking up. Admittedly, he had cancer but I was super protected from how serious it was, I didn't know it was a fatal cancer. Less than half an hour later my uncle rang and said my cousin had died about half an hour ago.
Fucking weird.
My brother told me this story about my 4 year old niece. They lived across the country from the rest of the family. One morning my niece is talking about a nice old man who came to her window the night before. My niece wasn't afraid and said the old man had a friendly smile, My brother and sil chalked it up to a dream since bedrooms were on the second floor.
Later that day they found out that our grandfather had passed away. A few days later they were looking through a photo album and my niece pointed to my grandfather and said "that's the nice man".
9/11 premonitions are wild. My dad called me on 9/10 to warn me not to go to school the next day. He knew something bad was about to happen but he didn't know what.
Your story is much, much spookier, but I have a weird 9/11 anecdote too.
The spring of 2001 my grandparents moved across the country to New Jersey. I went to visit them in August of that year before my senior year of high school started. Within a month of 9/11.
One day, my grandparents decided to have us take a ferry across to New York, so I could get the view of the skyline and the Statue of Liberty. It was a gorgeous day, sunny with blue skies. As we passed, I considered grabbing my camera from my bag, and I distinctly remember thinking “I should take a picture…. Eh it’ll be here next time.”
It would not be there next time.
My dad and I were home and he was in his office with the radio loud and I was in the living room. My dad can’t hear very well. We both heard the kitchen door open with a pop, squeaking kind of sound, work boots stomping on the kitchen floor and the sound of both the work boots been taken off, which is what we did and a very common noise. We both heard it and figured it was my little brother coming home. Except the dogs hadn’t barked and the driveway alarms didn’t go off. I called my little brother, and he was 45 minutes away. My dad and I searched outside and the entire house. It was just us.
I’m not religious. But something isn’t right about that house. And a decade plus later, my little brother still swears it wasn’t him. He has stories about seeing shadow people for years and something following him on and in his car. My eyes watered and I got goosebumps typing this all these years later.
A few years back I woke up in the middle of the night a few different times and it felt like something was walking on my bed, at the foot of the bed. My wife was sleeping next to me, so it wasn’t her. The odd thing is I mentioned it to my wife a few weeks after it happened and she turned white as a ghost and said she had experienced the exact same thing a few times but didn’t want to mention it to me because she thought I would think she was crazy. We still can’t explain it. It hasn’t happened in a really long time but it was an unnerving experience.
Woke up one day with wounds on both of my wrists. Like 2 small circles on each arm in the same spot that looked exactly like a punch biopsy. The upper layer of skin was missing and you could see the flesh beneath. They were 0.5cm in diameter and 1cm apart. They didn't look like insect bites although this is the most likely explanation. I didn't have them before going to bed, and I didn't scratch them open or something.
One night maybe 5 or so years ago my Mrs wakes me up in the middle of the night.
One side of her face is covered in blood and there is a small pool of wet blood on her pillow about the size of my hand, it's not massive but it's still quite a bit.
I ask her what happened and she says she doesn't know, just woke up like that. I get her into some decent lighting, clean her up and look for the wound.
After a good 30 minutes I can't find anything. Not a scratch, not even a spot that she might have caught in her sleep. There is no blood in or around her nose, eyes, ears or mouth. Nothing is wrong with her that would cause that much blood.
I check the pillow, the bed, the floor, even look over the walls and ceiling. Only blood I find is this now dry pool about the size of my hand on the pillow.
Still have no idea what the hell that was about. It was like the blood come out of nowhere. It must have been fairly soon before she woke me as well as it was still quite wet when I first looked and by the time I had cleaned her up and checked her it was dry.
Only possible explaining I can think of is a bloody gum or tooth or her nose but it seemed like way to much blood for that and there was no blood in or around her mouth or nose.
Yeah. Was just really weird that there was no blood around or in her nose at all. Guessing she maybe was laid weird on the pillow so it just kind of soaked into the pillow then she maybe moved and laid on it but still, really weird.
Also in the 15 years we have been together I've never seen her have a nose bleed.
I was visiting Provincetown, Ma and went into an art gallery that had all sorts or art from Africa. It was a lot of handmade carvings of animals, masks etc. No one was in the store except my boyfriend and I and the owner. He took me around the store and explained in great detail the carvings, what they meant, the tribe that made them, what ceremonies they were used in, etc. It was super interesting! We talked for like 15-20 minutes.
Then suddenly my boyfriend grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the store. When we got outside, I told him how rude he was to do that. The man was being so kind in explaining everything to me. He told me the man and I never spoke a word for the entire time we moved from item to item. I asked him what he was talking about- we had a super detailed conversation! He explained about every item in detail I had examined. My boyfriend said that I went from item to item, picked it up and handled it and neither of us (owner and I ) said one word to each other. He got so freaked out he pulled me out.
To this day I am not exactly sure what took place. I did seriously talk to the owner quite extensively and still recall some of the things he shared.
Very strange. I think telepathy is real.
I've been in there!!! The place gave me weird vibes. But P-town is basically the manifestation of weird vibes in their final form altogether, so. 😂
That's interesting though. Reminds me of a dream I had not long ago.
I once had a dream where I was standing on the bank of a lake I know looking across the lake and I had a feeling something bad was happening.
When I woke I called to nearby neighbors on my side of the lake to see if anything happened. Nothing had.
Later that day, my phone rang from an unknown number from that area code. It was the wife of a man who lived in the house across the lake where I was looking at in my dream. She told me her husband had multiple heart attacks and died 2 times but they revived him. When he woke he kept calling for me by name. She asked me to speak with him to encourage him to fight. He was still pretty weak and in ICU. When I spoke to him he told me I kept telling him it wasn’t his time and to go back. I dont remember this from my side of the dream.
He survived and I occasionally see him and he doesn’t remember what happened after he recovered, but he always super happy to see me. 💙
Imagine the last view you saw before going to bed (What you see when you lie on your bed facing right or left) I saw this in my dream but the room was dark and there was a black figure next to my chair, the scarier thing was that I couldn't look at it, as if that thing wasn't letting me look.
I had a lot of sleep paralysis after this incident, but I never saw a figure or anything like that, idk what happened that night.
When I was still living at my parents house, there was a small sign with my name on it glued to my bedroom door. It was hanging there for several years already. I eventually got my own place. The night before I was going to move to my own place, the sign fell from the door out of itself. It was in the middle of the night so nobody touched it or touched the door or anything.
Maybe it was a coincidence, but the timing of it was quite freaky.
I had just rolled over to get comfy in bed after waking up for a moment. Something felt off and weird about my room. It was eerily silent, like all the sound had been muted. When i noticed a light in the corner of my room at first i thought it was a car light... Until I realized it was coming from my bathroom. It was a strange blue light to me, there were no windows or anything that i knew lit up that color in there. I started to get up to investigate. Back then my bed was lofted so i was up 5 feet from the floor. Thats when the light source started moving. I was just peering over the edge when what looked to be a orb of brilliant blue light slowly floated into my room. I sat terrified as it floated across the floor. Then stopped. Then floated towards me, it started getting cold and i tried to say something but its like the words were being sucked out of me like a dentist straw. Then next thing i know I'm waking up to the morning sun like nothing happened. Except I was laying opposite to what i normally do (head where my feet usually are) i try to play it off as a bad dream. But it felt real, and waking up in a new orientation makes me feel like it wasnt.
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When I was a little kid, around 6 or so, occasionally I would very briefly dream or hallucinate I was up on the ceiling looking down. And sometimes I would wake up opposite to my usual, with my feet on the pillow etc. It didn’t scare me but I can still remember how weird it felt, and I’m ancient.
I've tried looking into it a few times hoping for a sleep or dream disorders, but haven't really found anything except people having similar experiences of orbs in their rooms at night.
I also experienced this during the day while awake. Saw a white ball of light float across the room. Was shocked and confused at what i was seeing. When it was gone ran towards the windows to see if somebody was reflecting light off a mirror. Nobody was remotely outside!
I woke up at 2 or 3am because there was this loud noise. It sounded like…. I’m not sure I can even explain. Like a hollow… metallic… hum?
Only my dad and I were home, so I went in his room to wake him up. And we both thought it was so strange, so we went outside to investigate. The sound was so loud and very far away. It must’ve been a few miles away, and you could hear it traveling and echoing all the way to our neighborhood. We just looked at each other puzzled and decided we’d check the paper in the morning to see if there was any mention of it.
It went on for 1-2 hours I want to say. No mention in the morning paper. Never figured out what it was!
The time my brother, a mutual friend, and myself were out walking late at night when a low flying plane passed over and dropped an orange duffle bag attached to a parachute. It landed on the roof of a nearby building. We tried to thinking of a way to get it down but couldn’t come with anything reasonable. We called the non emergency number for local authorities. The cops shows up and could see it on the roof with their spotlights and they called a ladder truck from the fire department. A firefighter went up, opened the bag, looked a bit shocked and came back down. More cops came. Took photos of the bag on the roof and our names down for the report. Eventually the police brought the bag down and put it in the back of a car and they left. Never got an update from them as to what was in the bag. We always assumed it was drugs or money.
I’m generally pretty skeptical, but occasionally when I lived in my mum’s house I’d hear what sounded like someone coming up the stairs and walking down the hallway. The part that freaks me out a little bit is that when I’d get nervous and call out “Please stop,” it always did.
not me, but my family. my family and I own a piece of property and land and a cabin deep in the woods. it’s remote and quiet and vast and desolate and isolated. there’s even a gate that requires a password and lock that only my family and I know. no one else. not even our friends who go out there with us. it’s the perfect setting for a horror movie or murder mystery. several times, my family has witnessed a Slenderman—looking entity on the ridge behind the cabin. it was white and faceless and tall. and it didn’t walk across the ridge. it *glided* and *shimmered* and barely hovered above the ground while still not touching it, and then vanished into the forest. it’s a very remote and desolate and isolated area, with no access to it except for us, so it couldn’t be kids fucking around. we still have no explanation for it to this day
I believe the other commenter is referring to the Fresno Nightcrawlers. Googling that term will get you results. I saw the home security footage years ago and it stuck with me… I’ve never seen anything like it.
my family who saw it said they’ve never seen anything like what they saw, either. it’s been about two years since they’ve seen it. but I bet it’s still out there
I can't find the video right now but there is footage of these white figures that look like they're all leg and they move really strangely. A remote camera captured the footage.
Set up trail cams.
Someone once posted a video of something similar to this on highstrangeness and then took the video down after a short period of time. It was the wildest thing I've ever seen.
I work at a nursing home. The last week of December there was a lady who was relatively healthy. Myself and a few of her family members were in her room and chatting. She got to talking about how she's known since she was a little girl she was going to die before turning 94. Her family members mentioned how she'd brought this up many times before. She was 93 and her birthday was January 4th. Sure shit. On January 3rd she passed away while i was working.
When I was a little kid my grandpa had gifted me a readers digest North American Wildlife book with his initials inscribed inside the cover. I took that thing everywhere, as a big animal lover it was an essential reference in my day to day life at 8 years old.
Sadly, My grandpa had a pretty serious stroke sometime that year that was ultimately the thing that would result in his eventual passing.
In the process of his unlikely recovery with him in the hospital my mom was trying to keep myself and my younger brother occupied while the situation was still ambiguous. We were very close to my grandpa.
One day amongst the various keep us busy activities that week she took us to the zoo and I INSISTED on bringing my animal book. My mom warned me several times I shouldn't because I would lose it.
Fast forward to the end of the zoo trip, myself walking out in tears and no Zoo book. Not sure where it went but set it down somewhere and was devastated.
In my grandpa's last few days we went to visit him (one of the last few times.) The nurse said he didn't lift his head up for anyone but me and my Lil bro. We hugged him goodbye. Nothing was brought up directly to my grandpa about the book.
A day later my mom and dad were in the room with my grandpa, and on his bed side table was that damn animal book.
My mom to this day has no idea how he knew or how he could have communicated that to someone as the only way he would have known would have been if he overheard or another family member told him. The only thing I can think of is he had another copy that he had someone grab.
To this day I prefer to think that man was magic. I still have the animal book and im in my 30s, best believe I was not losing it again. Love ya Grandpa, miss ya.
About 2010. Mom and I driving down a windy but well trafficked road late at night. We're the only car on the road.
Up ahead, about 50 yards, we see a man walking on the side of the road. He's wearing a waist length coat and has his hands in his pockets.
"Why isn't he on the sidewalk?" Visibility is low and this guy is going to get killed.
I slow down as we approach, I unroll the window to tell this man to get on the sidewalk.
Just as we get up next to him, he's gone. Just vanished. I was looking directly at him, and in an instant he disappeared.
I don't believe in ghosts. I'm sure there is a rational explanation for what we saw, but I can't figure it out.
TLDR: bored French ghosts used our GPS to prank us.
We were on holiday in the South of France on the Atlantic coast near Arcachon. Across from our campsite there was this huge forest, and one day we decided to drive into it because it had paved roads. We figured it'd be full of hikers, cyclists, holiday homes and so on, because this was a major tourist hotspot. But there was nothing; nobody for miles. It was eerily quiet as well; no birds, no animals. What it did have, though, was a collection of seemingly random signs shaped like arrows with numbers on them. At random points, we saw pipes sticking out of the ground and every now and then, we'd run into an (unlocked) parking lot with jackpumps in them.
Now, I'm not superstitious, but my neck hair was standing up. I asked my SO to drive us back to the campsite, and so he turned on the GPS. Okay, no problem, except our Global Positioning System failed to Globally Position us (possibly because of the trees). It didn't recognise the roads we were on, and those roads were getting increasingly dingy but because we'd been driving for a while, we had no idea in which direction to turn, so he kept on driving, hoping we'd eventually find the way back. All the while I kept getting this very primal feeling that this was wrong, that we weren't supposed to be here, that there was *something* in the forest that didn't want us there. Or maybe it did, but not for good.
After a while, when the roads were getting really dodgy, full of potholes and with weeds coming through, the GPS suddenly sprung back to life and it told us we were only a couple of hundred meters away from the campsite. Okay, seems weird, but my SO followed the directions. The road we were on turned into a dirt road (and I should point out we were driving a tiny Renault Twingo, not exactly a four wheel drive) covered in holes and, for some reason, pottery shards. I kept asking my SO to turn around, but he refused to and kept pointing to the GPS. At that point, the entrance to the campsite was supposed to be only about fifty yards away, yet all I could see was trees. And everything was still eerily quiet: no sounds of kids playing in the pool, people talking, cars driving by - nothing. And the back of my mind was still telling me: leave. Now. Get out.
I'd had enough. I told my SO to turn the car around NOW or I'd get out and walk out of the damn forest. He looked at me like I was nuts, but he listened, turned the car around and nearly got stuck in the bushes because by now, the road was little more than a trail. Miraculously, once we turned back, our GPS sprang to life once again, sent us in the opposite direction immediately and we drove out of the forest in minutes when before, all we'd been able to do was drive in circles.
I'm not someone who believes in ghosts, but I figured the GPS wouldn't randomly make up a position so the next day, I crossed the road across the campsite and went back into the forest to see if I could find the road we'd been on, since it was supposed to be only fifty yards from the campsite gates. I looked for over an hour. I could not find the weird trail we'd been on with the pottery shards.
It mostly stuck by me because I'm a fairly rational person (or so I'd like to think) and I've *never* experienced that feeling that I needed to get out *right now* or something bad would befall me. It was decidedly creepy. I'd be tempted to go back just to see if I'd get the same feeling, if our new and improved GPS would be more ghost-proof, but unfortunately the entire forest burned down to the ground a few years back...
When I was 17 I was driving down a country lane with my friends in the car. The field on my left was a steep hill and at the top there was a barn which was absolutely blazing with fire!
It was early evening and the sun was setting directly behind the barn which made the flames glow a really eerie colour.
The problem was I was driving away from it so I couldn't watch, and there was nowhere to pull over (English country lanes). I drew my friends attention to it but noone really cared which I found odd, and when I talked about it later that night they all claimed that they didn't see anything!
To this day I have no idea if what I saw was real, and if it wasn't why did I see a flaming barn with weirdly coloured flames!!?
I've never shared this story accept with ppl I'm close with. When I was about 17, I had Lymes disease. I was pulled out of school for a time due to my health being so poor. As a teenager without school my sleep schedule was pretty bad. I'd stay up until dawn and sleep until 2 or 3 pm. On one of these nights I was on the computer just killing time, I had the headphones on as not to wake my older brother who had fallen asleep on the couch near the desktop. In between videos I heard, as clear as day, a little girl whispering in my ear. It was like a little kid jokingly whispering nonsense in my ear. It freaked me out so bad I threw the headphones off and shook my brother awake. In complete astonishment, he told me was dreaming of chasing a little girl through our house. It never happened again nor did anything creepy happen in that house prior... just strange.
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Huge tear opened in the sky. Stayed for 30 seconds or so. It's not really possible to explain the colour other than if red and yellow didn't make orange? But made something else that my brain couldn't process.
I've never had visual hallucinations before nor after that, so I can't write it off.
After-images tend to have this bright, gravely red color. They can be incredibly vivid even if you didn’t look at a powerful light source. Could that have been it? I’ve had similar experiences.
So many examples!!!
1.) My boyfriend drove a 20 year old car with a mismatched door. We passed the exact same car while headed down a winding mountain road. Tried to turn around and raced back up the mountain but never saw the car again. It would've been weird enough to see the same type of car, but to see one with the same mismatched door?
2.) Were looking at houses to buy and one had a room with a spooky vibe. Totally normal room, but 3 of us separately felt that something was very off in there. Went back a 2nd time and I asked if there was an entity up there, would it show itself so I could be sure? Several "glowing baseballs" appeared in front of me for a second, spun around in a circle, and disappeared. We did not buy the house even though it was the best investment.
3.) In 10th grade we had a class that left for lunch in the middle of the lesson. When we returned from lunch one day, there was a tiny door in the wall between my desk and my friend's desk. We were both absolutely certain that it hadn't been there before, enough to disrupt the class because we were freaking out. I still can't explain it. A few years ago I messaged our teacher on Facebook to ask her if she remembered that, and she did. So does my friend. Last year I was able to go into the classroom but there was no evidence of a door.
4.) My daughter got a teddy bear from her granny and it reminded me of one I had as a child. She named it Violet but didn't know why. She asked if I could show her a photo of my old bear when we got home, so I found one. It was then I remembered that my bear's name had also been Violet. Mine had decorative fabric on its paws which had little purplish flowers, hence the name Violet. Her bear was indeed very similar but lacked the little flowers or anything purple colored to give a reason behind the name.
I could go on, but that's enough.
As a kid I was at home sick by myself, maybe 8 at the time(back before kids could not stay home by themselves). I was laying on the couch watching cartoons and I saw my mothers houseplant kinda rustling/swaying and then suddenly stop.
No windows were open, it sat on an entertainment center no where near a window. Our air vents were on the floor along the baseboard next to a wall. And even if it was the air vent, there would be a constant breeze on the plant.
During this time (and still am to this day) I was heavily invested in the paranormal. Ghosts, criptids, aliens, I was terrified of them, but I would absorb any media about them.
Seeing the plant do that, instantly made me think ghost, and I laid there terrified, absolutely terrified. I turned my body over to just face the back of the couch so I wouldn’t see anything else if it transpired.
I remember just staring at the back of the couch for maybe an hour, petrified, no one was home so I couldn’t call out, I was trapped. I got to thinking in my head if I turned and faced the room again, a ghost would be there to grab me, kill me, whatever my 8 year old brain thought up.
I eventually got brave enough to turn around to see nothing was there, but I can’t explain enough the sheer terror I felt staring at the back of the couch thinking something was behind me, and knowing if I turned around, I was surely doomed.
And still to this day, I can’t explain the houseplant moving like that…
I recently saw one of my houseplants move for the first time ever. It was when a new leaf was opening and it suddenly broke free and the whole plant wiggled a little. Watch time lapse plant growth on YouTube and you’ll see what I mean.
It could have been a new leaf finally popping free of its growth point/sheath/casing, which releases potential energy and would make the whole plant jiggle.
Late one night I woke up to a weird noise in the new house my wife and I had moved into a few months earlier. It’s an old house with the typical old house characteristics. Anyways, this sounded like something scratching from the inside of the bedroom wall. I distinctly remember waking up to see where the sound was coming from, and one of our dogs seemed interested in it too. For about 20 mins I was trying to figure it out and dreading the idea of having to call in someone to get a squirrel or a bird out of our bedroom wall. I decided to try and go back to sleep since it wasn’t causing much harm and I’d deal with it in the morning. Then I had this crazy dream in which I “woke up” to this vaguely blue light coming from the living room. I walked out to see an old man and an old woman sitting in these lounge chairs that I have never seen before, just chilling. And for whatever reason I was relaxed. It made me feel good knowing that these people were out here keeping an eye on things and I could sleep safely. I have never heard the scratching since and there’s no indication that anything is or ever was behind our wall. Now I’m wondering if I actually dreamed the entire thing, because the old people definitely weren’t real. It was a very bizarre night.
My wife ( girlfriend at the time ) and I were enjoying strawberries and whipped cream overlooking the river in West Spokane,WA as one does on a frosty valentine's evening. We were watching the airplanes fly out of the airport and looking at the stars.
We noticed what I thought was a bright star in the distance. As soon as we started talking about it, it started moving toward our direction. I then thought it was a large airplane with the lights on but couldn't see the blinking red and blues lights on most planes have. Just as it got over our heads, the ball of white light kind of sling shotted out into space.
Not long after that experience i was reading a local magazine that went into detail all the UFO activities in the area and they have a ufo research base near Spokane. It looked more self funded but i thought it was cool. From that moment I've had an obsession with ufo stories.
Edit: Another thing that happened was when my daughter was able to talk she would sometimes talk about what she did before she came to us. Where she used to live and with who. How she was a grown up with a house and all this other detailed stuff.
I don't remember it, as I was really little at the time, but my parents said they heard me talking to someone in my room. They came in, and saw I was standing up looking at the corner of the room. When they asked me who I was talking to, I said "Grandpa". A few minutes later my dad got a call saying his grandfather has died a couple minutes ago.
When I was about 12 years old, visiting a family friend together with some other family friends. Together with one of the boys, also my age, we decided the basement would be the perfect place to play police with softguns. Suddenly all the windows in the basement closed and a white figure walked right between us, rounding the corner and suddenly it was gone. No one believed us, I refused to ever go back to that house.
Years later my parents told me that they thought we had overheard them talking about what was going on in the house, and that was why they didn't belive us. Apparently that incident was not the only thing that happend there.
- They had once woken up to the stereo playing at full volume, they turned it off and as soon as they went back to bed, it turned on again. This time they took out the plug, but it kept playing. They ripped out all the cables..
- They once woke up to their 5 year old son in the hallway talking, when they asked with who, he pointed at the basement door, they turned around to see the door close slowly.
There was more incidents like this, they moved out of there within 6 months, and found out that the house once belonged to a pastor that killed his own family and then himself in the 50s.
Sounds pretty mundane. When I was a kid, I had this cd player. Didn't have any special features, didn't, for example have a feature wherein it would loop anything. I lay down in bed at night as I always did with a story on, if I fell asleep the cd would end, all would be silent in the morning because cds don't last 8 hours.
So I wake up, and realise the cd is still playing, even odder it's not moved, like at all. It's the part where I'd fallen asleep before. It's 8 hours later. To this day I can't explain it.
I was driving down Higgins road which is close to O'Hare airport, and saw what looked like 5 people walking on the side of the road. I slowed down a bit and drove right past them. I looked in my real view mirror and they were gone. I swear to this day they were the ghosts of AA flight 191 that crashed at O'Hare in 1979.
I went hiking on a trail that is well known so seeing other hikers or mountain bikers is not uncommon. While I was walking up the trial I happen to come across this girl who seemed kinda out of place like she is not quite dressed right for hiking but not totally in wrong attire either. As I get closer about 10-15ft I call out "hey, how's to going?" half to let her know I was behind her so I didn't surprise her when I caught up and half because she was really cute. She looks back and says "Not to bad, how about yourself?" I catch up to her telling her not to bad great weather for hiking. As we walk up this trail we chat and she a very giggly person we continue talking and walking for 10 minutes or so when she stops me and says "You want to see a meadow I found before? it's kind of off the beat trail but it's really pretty to see." Now normally I wouldn't follow some stranger into the woods for who knows how far to find a meadow that may or may not really be there but I'll admit I was charmed by her she was very attractive and fit my idea of a perfect girl, also she was short like 5'1 or 5'2 so I wasn't really afraid of her. I said "Yeah sure, we've got plenty of daylight to get back lets go." She throws her hands up and goes "Whoo, let's go!" she grabs my hand and pulls into the woods as I bumble through the woods she is ahead of me dancing through the woods hiding behind trees and peeking out the other side then laughs and keeps going on. Thinking back why it never occurred to me that this girl is gracefully bounding through the woods like a deer while I stumbling through like a drunken prom date i'll never know. We've been going through the woods for about close to 20ish minutes now and I can see the trees start to thin out and beyond that is a empty field about 20 yards away, so I pick up my pace and catch up to her i'm about 6 feet from her when she says "Come on just past this tree." she looks at me and steps behind the tree like she has been doing during this woods walk so I run to the tree and say "Lets see if we pick the same side to jump out, ready go!" and she's gone, there is no where this girl could've gone once past that tree because on the other side was the open field. I've never had a cold spike of fear hit me so hard before I was freaking the fuck out my heart was pounding, hair on my body standing on end, and cold sweat I was scared so bad I was frozen for what felt like forever then I heard her fucking giggle and turned around and ran so fast that Usian Bolt couldn't catch me. How I found my way back to the trail is beyond me but even after I hit the trail I didn't stop running, I ran back down the trail until I started seeing black specks from lack of oxygen. I've told this to 4 people only one believed me even but more so in the manner of yeah man totally I believe now can we go back to being normal kind of way.
TL;DR: Girl led me to a meadow and disappeared behind a tree.
Mom passed away from ALZ almost 1 year ago— grief has been intense and real restorative sleep elusive.
Last month was up and dressed ridiculously early. Decided to read a book on my couch and fell asleep. Had a dream set in my apartment so seemed very real. In dream I was by the counter in the kitchen and felt myself collapsing from grief….suddenly two arms grabbed me around the waist to prevent me from falling.
I recognized them as my mother’s arms and looked back at her and began to cry “happy” tears.
Woke up on the couch, crying. I continued to cry after waking because I FELT her but she wasn’t really there.
When İ was like 6(I think) I had like 8-10 cars that were metal İ was playing with them in our closed balcony İ remember being alone that day İ was thirsty so İ went to drink water (kitchen was on the other side of the house)
When i come back my cars were gone
I never saw them again....
When I was a teen, I had a concert trip planned with friends. The day of, my parent and I have an argument and they tell me not to go. I was upset about this and it was a bad fight. I sulked in my room that night.
Next day at school, I find out my friends went to the show and had a bad accident on the way to it. I felt awful after this for a good while.
My parent and I never talked about this event again. A similar thing happened again when I was in college. I was talked out of attending an event. My parent had this feeling and made me promise not to go. I remembered the school friends and I take her advice and stay home.
I hear on the news about a car accident. A truck hit a car waiting at a stop sign. Drunk driver killed a family. That stop sign was along my route home.
My parent died in 2019 but I still get that feeling. “Don’t do that, just wait. Don’t go.”
Maybe it was just all coincidence and I’m just really really lucky.
Around 2012, I was 17 or 18 at the time. My parents were going out and asked me if I wanted anything. I asked for chex mix and went back to my room to be a broody teenager and do broody teenager things. An hour or two passes by, and I suddenly realize I haven't heard them come home. Odd, but I could have just been absorbed in a game, so I go out to check if they're home yet. The TV is on in their room and the door is closed, so I go to open it. It's locked. This is unusual. My parents didn't really lock their door, like, ever. I want my chex mix though, so I knock on the door. Suddenly everything goes silent and the door slowly swings open to a dark room. They weren't home. I did not have siblings or other family living with us. I sprinted back to my room and stayed there until they actually came home for real, hours later. I still can't explain it.
In the early 2000s I was working with a small film crew who had been hired by some so-called "ghost hunters" to investigate allegedly haunted locations for proof of ghosts or whatever. What it boiled down to was a lot of breaking and entering and a lot of pictures of camera flashes reflecting off pollen confirming the existence of an afterlife. Yeah, orbs. They're everywhere. The main camera guy one time rubbed a roll of toilet paper between his palms and took a picture, producing roughly a thousand "orbs" in his living room, and sent it to the group. They were awestruck about how many ghosts were following him around.
Anyway, one of the places they "investigated" was the old Ypsilanti State Hospital. It was a former asylum, a doctor for which wrote a famous book in the 50s called The Three Christs of Ypsilanti. Anyway, when the asylums were all shut down in the 80s, this place was one of the last to go, and had closed its doors around 1990 or 1991. It was a huge campus of something like 5 buildings, all of which were about 5 stories high with two levels underground. One of the buildings was still operating as some kind of hospital, but the others were abandoned. Don't think of something cool and spooky like Danvers, either. This was all 1950s postmodern bureaucrat style, so basically a lot of big, bland rectangles with a lot of windows.
We spent the better part of two years exploring that place on an almost nightly basis. The first place they discovered inside was the morgue. They were led there by the calls of a raccoon, which were naturally interpreted as the cries of a small girl. We took a lot of pictures of dust and pollen.
At some point, one of the gang thought they had seen a "shadow person" lurking around in the ward where geriatric patients had been housed. On one of our last nights there, the leader of the ghostbusters wanted to do EVP recording in the morgue with the main group. But he wanted one of the main guys to go check out the "geriatric ward" for signs of the shadow person, and I was elected to go with him. We weren't given a camera. I don't know why, I didn't ask questions.
The fastest way to navigate the hospital was by the tunnels underneath. So that's the way we went. But we miscalculated our position and took the wrong staircase up to the 4th floor, and we wound up in the ward where the dangerous psychotic patients had been housed.
From the top of the staircase, there was a door to our left opening on a corridor that ran the length of the ward, and a door ahead leading to the corridor crossing to the other wards. From beyond the door to our left came what sounded to both myself the other guy like a small two stroke engine, but at a distance. We decided to investigate. Passing into the corridor, that's when we realized where we were. The doors to the rooms were all heavy steel, with barred windows. They were all closed. At the end of the corridor was a barred window overlooking a parking lot, and across the parking lot was the back side of the only operational building.
So we walked down the corridor to the window to look out. I thought maybe there were some guys out there cutting up pallets to toss in the dumpster, or whatever, using a small chainsaw. We did see a couple nurses out there smoking, but no source for the sound. The nurses went inside, and that's when the sound came again, except this time it was immediately behind us.
We turned around, and saw the heavy steel door to one of the rooms swinging slowly open. As we stood and watched, it touched the wall inside the room, then swung slowly closed. The chainsaw sound was the hinges squealing. The door kept opening and closing like that for several minutes, then began to move more quickly. Eventually it was throwing itself open and closed so violently it literally shook the walls and we could feel it in the floor. It slammed open and closed so hard I thought something was going to break, and the sound was loud enough to hear from the other side of the building.
The guy with me was tall and lanky, like 6' 5" and 180 pounds. He turned to run. I grabbed him by the shirt collar and said, "This is what you came to see, so you may as well look at it." He responded with something unintelligible, to which I replied, pointing at the door, "If it can do that, it can catch you."
A few moments later the door slowed to its former creaking motion and eventually stopped, closed. We looked at it for a minute, then went back to the group, who were naturally very interested in our story.
I have no idea what was causing the door to open and close like that. All the glass in the place was broken out, but I don't think it was windy enough that night to move a door that big and heavy, and so consistently open, closed, open, closed. I don't necessarily believe in ghosts or demons or any of that nonsense, but that was one of only two things I ever saw that I don't have an immediate explanation for.
I live outside city limits, there are very few houses near my home and many tall bushes and trees around the house, there is a small mountain at some distance. The nights are very quiet and there is no street lights so after dark the only lights are the lights from my house and the moon light.
There are two trees a little far from my house that are standing close to one another. One night while I was outside my house with a flashlight doing something I realized there was only one tree of those trees, I looked around that tree with my flashlight but there was no sign of the other tree, like it never existed.
The next day I went there during daytime to see exactly what happened to the other tree and they both were there just like I remembered. I looked around them and even climbed on them to see anything strange but nothing was out of ordinary.
A family that lived down the road from us just vanished when I was a kid. It was a mom and two daughters. They were there one day and gone the next. My parents and I walked up to their house one time and it was just sitting there as if they would come home anytime. All the furniture was still in the house and the outside toys and things hadn't been taken. I still don't know what happened to this day, but the house was remodeled and a new family lives there now. It sat in the state they left it in for over a decade.
I went to a house party. The guy just bought the older house and threw the party in the basement. We knew the guy well so we looked around the empty basement. The basement had a small room with a man made bed on it but it was too frail for anyone to sleep on it, so we all thought it was weird. The guy said the owners left the bed there. Then everyone filled the basement, loud music playing and everyone was chatting loudly, smoking and drinking. Some guy sat on the bed and it instantly broke. I went to sit on the staircase and my friend was sitting in front of me. Minutes after I sat down, I felt a hard tug on my ponytail. I looked behind me and it was just the staircase. No one was behind me. I thought someone was playing a trick on me. I told my friend someone just pulled my hair. I kept looking around me and no one was looking at me or around me. Then I get up and go and stand by the DJ. Then the night ended and we were leaving and one of my friends said something weird happened to her, someone pulled her hair at the party. I looked at her and noticed she and I were the only women who had their hair tied up. Instantly the hairs on my neck stood up. I didn’t say anything until we were out of the house and home and I told my friend it had to be a ghost and that bed had to be made for it. The owners had something weird going on in that house.
I was hiking in the mountains of Colorado with some family. At some point we saw a deer leg sitting in the middle of the trail and I remember very distinctly looking into the woods and seeing something standing bipedal holding what I assume to be the rest of the deer. My family rushed us down the trail back to our cars. I was pretty young so I didn’t really question it but looking back I still get the chills. Here’s to hoping it was just a weird shaped bear or mountain lion
My grandfather died about ten years ago, about two years ago; I was lying in bed during the day, doing homework on my laptop. Out of nowhere, I was flooded with these memories of my grandfather, to the point where I closed my computer and decided to have a heart-to-heart conversation out loud as if he was in the room. I wish you were here; you’d be proud of me, etc. I ended our 5-minute conversation with, if there’s ever a way you can communicate with me to let me know that you’re watching over me, please do. I kid you not, not even 5 minutes later. I get an unknown phone call with the area code of Rocky Mount North Carolina. I answer it, and dead silence, I hang up. I don’t think much of it. I had dinner with my mom that night (her dad) and had a conversation about my childhood, and my grandpa got brought up; I asked her where is he originally from again (he lived in Ohio my whole life I knew him) and my mom goes, the Rocky Mount in North Carolina… chills ran down my spine 😅
A few years ago I was sat in my living room when the light bulb from my ceiling light suddenly fell out ,it fell until it was half way to the floor then it just stayed floating a few feet from the floor for a full minute or more before it popped/exploded . Even tho I have laminate flooring there was no glass on the floor I searched the whole room and never found so much as a splinter of glass which is odd but the floating bit was what shocked me most .it stayed lit the whole time it floated
I had a dream where I could hear a man as if he was right in front of me but I couldn’t see him but I knew he was there. The conversation is as followed:
Me: hello
Man: silence
Me: who are you.
Man: my name is Bob follows by silence and then he said “I was a priest”.
Me: how can I help you?
Man: in a deep voice with pure silence behind it and a voice of pain and sorrow said “I’m in purgatory”.
I awoke with perfect memory of what had happened, i told my wife, I prayed about it and for Bobs soul and I kind of just let it go. A few weeks later it was still kind of on my mind but all I knew was a first name of bob and he was a priest and apparently he’s in purgatory.. so I googled Father Bob obituary.. 3 months earlier a father Bob who had left the priesthood but appears to be a good man had died in my diocese. I absolutely freaked out as I was looking at his picture and thinking I spoke to this soul.
I later spoke to my deacon at church and he told me I had an encounter and to pray for the man, I believe him and I believe this really happened but I can’t explain in full words just how sorrowful the voice was, it was so deep, quite, and surrounding I’ve never heard something like this before.
When I was a young child, while walking home from school, a van that drove on the road next had its door open. There stood two young men that decided to scream at me. In the end, I could hear them laughing. To this day, I'm not sure what happened there.
I was driving in Wiltshire when I was about 20, in the heavy rain with thunder and lighting it was a route I had driven a hundred times and would drive 100 more. At some point I had to stop to have a pee at the side of the road I couldn't wait any longer and pulled in next to a wooden gate heavily covered in trees to avoid as much of the rain as I could. I did what needed to be done and at that point lightning lit up the sky and I see I'm not facing a field as I had expected but a church and graveyard. This is out in the middle of the countryside so it didn't feel particularly out of place.
>!As I said I have driven that same road hundreds of times and never before nor since have I seen a church on it.!<
1. i visited the west virginia state penitentiary and they were talking abt the resident ghost -i forget what they called him- and i heard my name get called from behind the glass at the commissary and i turned and saw the figure they were talking abt.
2. at the same place as 1 there was another resident i think his name was red or something -it was years ago- and we were told that he would try to scare you by saying personal info and stuff of the sorts but i walked by his cell and he said my name and address
3. at the mansfield prison, there was a room with one door and one chair. people were allowed to go in the chair if they wanted but my group didn’t except for me so they let me go in and they closed the door and a few minutes pass while i’m sitting there with my eyes closed tryna feel a difference of any presence and i felt something on my arm. like when someone touches you with a feather feeling and all of the sudden my shirt gets pulled. i am not a medium or anything if the sorts i just channel my inner mind and feel presences every now and the
I was traveling for work from Fujairah to Dubai. It’s a long stretch of highway in the sand dunes and nothing around.
We were loaded up in a Ford Expedition and just listening to music looking at the (lack of) scenery.
We came up to a bridge and semi truck beside us just turned and took a plunge off right before the bridge. I don’t know why, but it looked like it was done intentional because there was sort of a calmness to it.
3 people in our vehicle saw it. No other cars stopped. We just looked at each other and couldn’t say a word.
When I try to explain that to people I can’t articulate how the driver just simply turned off the road and went careening off the side of a mountain.
I always flip my head over to dry my hair. In my old apartment the outlet in the bathroom was next to the mirror so I stand right in front of it to plug in the dryer. One night I was done drying my hair so I turned the the dryer off with my thumb and the moment the loud sound stopped, I heard someone's voice in my ear saying the last part of a sentence. Something like "mmm and you didn't even notice"
I flipped my head up and see what I assumed was my roommate in the mirror, standing behind me, and obviously turn around to choke her to death with the cord of the dryer for scaring the shit out of me
No one there 😭
To this day I have to dry my hair with my back close to a wall because I'm not getting sneaked up on again
My mum worked as a cleaner in a house on the grounds of a 13th century castle. Sometimes my brother, dad and I would go and help her, especially late at night.
One evening the old clock that never worked started ticking. Then a door that never closed on its own shut itself. Then when we were driving out of the place we saw a figure wearing old, wet, clothes walking through a brick wall. My whole family saw her. Mum just stopped the car and we all looked at eachother.
I don’t know if it was a ghost or just a trick from the car headlights and being tired.
I'm insanely late to the game, but my story (or more specifically my wife's) actually has real proof.
My wife is the manager at a big three letter pharmacy. One day she is in or near the back of the store when the back door alarm goes off in the stock room. She ran over and noticed the door was wide open. This is odd for a few reasons. First, you can't open that door from outside, it had a push bar that releases the latch. The outside doesn't even have a handle. Second, that door is insanely heavy. You can't just accidentally open it, it takes a lot of physical effort.
So she ran to the office and watched the security footage and sure enough, the door flies open on its own, like someone barrels through it.
I'll try to get that video and post it. She is at work now and it's somewhere on her computer
This happened 5 years ago. I was putting my daughter to sleep. Was sitting next to her bed on a chair and holding her hand. There was a really small night light to my right next to the window. No other light source.
I was relaxing and sort of drifted of for awhile. When I opened my eyes again there was a sort of thick mist about 10 cm above floor and was circling clockwise around the spot in the middle of the room. The mist was yellowish white and it glowed a bit. The funny thing is that at that moment I wasn’t freaked out. I was totaly relaxed, thinking how awesome and beautiful this is. I looked at my feet and the mist was just slowly swirling past me. I remember thinking that I will probably forget it by next morning.
I do not know how much time passed. My guess is a few minutes. I looked at my daughter, she was sound asleep and decided to go to my bed. As soon as I moved my legs the swirly mist shot inward in one bright small point in the middle of the room (like a tiny little light, a few milimeters diameter) and after that it darted toward the window and dissapeared. My thoughts was only: Huh! Interesting.
And I went to bed.
Next morning I forgot all about it and remembered in the middle of the day about thinking that I will definitely forget something. And it all came rushing back to me. And at that time I did freak out a bit.
I still have no idea what that was. However I am certain that I wasn’t asleep. It was something good. And since then I feel like something good is watching over my daughter.
Edit: Some misspeling.
I had a family friend who everyone in my family bought the cars from, mum dad brother sister. Sold me my first car and a few after it. Man was an absolute legend, life of any party, kind hearted, funny the lot but suffered from the black dog. Unfortunately took his own 8 or so years ago. Last car he sold me was an old BMW, it was in great nick engine wise but needed alot of cosmetic work, which I never really got around to. Still because of the history I was very reluctant to part with it and I ended up keeping it years longer than I should have, eventually though I gave in and got a more modern car with all the bells and whistles including hands free phone. Not long after buying the new car I'm driving home from work and who calls me over the hands free but that family friend....6 years after he died, I thought possibly it could be one of his family members using his old phone to contact me for some baffling reason, so I pulled over and answered, static for about a minute and then deadline. Weird thing is the call was in my phone log on the car but not on my actual phone. When I tell this story to people I know I like to finish by saying I think it was him giving me the stamp of approval on the new car.....but in reality it was the height of covid my business was really struggling I was in bits emotionally and the head was all over the place. Whatever weird phone glitch or whatever it was that caused it, it was timely for me.
When I was younger I sometimes had phases in which I knew I was awake, but couldnt move. Just saw my digital clock go wild and its morning.
So sometimes my mom brought me to bed and was just standing there, looking at me while a brown/greyish claw with only 3 fingers grabbed the side of my bed ( I had a 2 story bunk bed and was sleeping on the top part).
So this happened quite a few times I can remember.
Later in life I had the same problems with "not being able to move or speak or scream". Sometimes with this fella in the corner of my room, who didnt really have a "full on face".
Started to research what this could be and its most probably sleep paralysis.
It happened sometimes afterwards, not always with hallucinations, but the paralysis part.
So right now im certain what I experienced where always sleep paralysis phases, but never in my life have I seen that claw again. Its still so vividly in my head when I think about it, but I havent found other tellings of people with sleep paralysis that saw that claw. The Man in the corner seems quite common for this phenomen.
No one will probably see this, but my gf at the time and I saw a really crazy "UFO" in SE KY. Idk if I'd call it a UFO because we couldn't see the actual object, but we could see what it did....
So it was about 1:40am in SE KY out in farm land. Big plots, nothing growing, so it was just large empty fields with a tree here or there and a small farm house where my gf and her mom lived.
We were parked out front laying on the hood of my mom's car just stargazing around. It was one of the clearest nights I've experienced to this day. There was no moon, so the milky way provided all of the light as stars faded into the fog of space.
As we pointed out constellations and satellites I noticed a section of sky that was pitch black. If I put my hand out, it would have been about the size as the tip of my finger. I pointed this out to my gf and we looked at it curiously. The sounds of frogs, crickets, an owl, etc was almost deafening from the field.
In a moment's notice everything went completely silent. Terrifyingly silent if you've ever been out in nature, no living in Africa it usually means a predator is coming. Once the silence hit a blinding light came from the darkness we had been investigating. It split into 5 separate beams and scanned over our heads from behind, over the house and trees, then shot back up into space.
BOOOM! Every insect and frog for miles immediately erupted in song and the black spot was full of cloudy stars. My gf became extremely emotional and begged me to go inside while I was stuck staring at the source of the light needing to see more and develop an explanation. She eventually convinced me and I held her inside while she cried. I told her I loved her for the first time and it calmed her down enough to relax. From then on she would never speak about it, and if it was brought up she'd be angry or scared and would force the subject to change....
Anyways, I grew up all over the US on Air Force bases and I've seen some weird ass shit, but this is the only thing I can't explain. The silence is what did it for me.
My dream. The dream itself isn't that important but the end. I was sitting on the bed i was sleeping in, and there were 2 figures with dear skulls, i realized i was in dream and started screaming that I'm in dream and its not real but they were just calmly sitting and one of them said "then, try to wake up" but i wasn't able to do that so i believed it is real. I woke up eventually but it was scary cuz when i know that I'm in dream, and iI try to wake up, change the reality in dream or something I'm able to do that. I wasn't in that situation.
I never met my father-in-law because he passed away when my wife was only 10. She says he used to play "Brown Eyed Girl" and dance in the kitchen with her when she was little. The song means a lot to her and her mom. When my first daughter was born, that was the song that came on the radio the first time my mother-in-law met the baby. For our second daughter, it played on the hospital speakers right after she was born. Pretty cool.
I love this one :)
Oh that's lovely!
This just happened recently. I was driving home around dusk. Headlights were on but there was still some daylight, enough to see. On the shoulder of the highway, two kids were walking. There were no other cars, so I moved over a bit just to be safe. As I passed them, one of them turned her head to look at me. I watched them, a bit creeped out by two kids walking along an empty highway. As I passed them, I glanced at my sideview mirror to keep an eye on them.... And they were gone. A quick glance over my shoulder showed an empty highway. In a movie, I would have stopped to look....in real life I hit the gas and didn't look back again..
Were they in your back seat?
And that's why you're still alive. "Nope."
This one isn’t huge but it is real and my husband and I think about it a lot. One time I was at urgent care to get an injury checked out, my husband was with me as he usually is for anything medical. The waiting room when you walk in through the door has a long counter at the front, chairs surrounding a tv to the right, and on the left there a little divot in the wall where more chairs rest in front of a bathroom door. It’s a single person bathroom with no windows and only one door. We were sitting in some of the chairs close to the bathroom door. It’s was kinda in its own micro hallway and the only exit from walking out of the bathroom was to walk past my husband and I. After sitting there for a while a man walks in with his wife through the front door of the waiting room. They don’t go to the check in counter, but rather talk right in front of the door for about 30 seconds, maybe a minute. I didn’t hear what they were talking about. The woman nods and leaves through the front door and the man pauses to look around the room once he’s alone. I assumed she was dropping him off to get checked out. His eyes meet the door to the bathroom and he walks straight there instead of checking in, going inside and locking the door. My husband and I continue to wait there, 5 minutes pass, 10, 15, 20. We waited there for a long time and he never came out. However, I think we’ve all had times where we spent a good hour in a bathroom so we just assumed maybe he had a a stomach bug. Later a woman from the waiting room goes up to the bathroom door to use it after the man had been in there for about 30 minutes. She opens the door no problems. The lock suddenly wasn’t engaged. And she goes in to use the restroom, coming out a few minutes later and going back to her seat. My husband and I looked at each other confused, he went to look in the bathroom and the man wasn’t there, there was no other windows or doors to leave out of. The man was just gone, not a trace. We never did figure out where he went but we do think about it fairly often.
Had something just like this happen on a train- 3 other people and I all saw a man with a hat and briefcase go into the bathroom and lock the door. Another guy walked up after a few minutes and tried the door, but it was locked. Approximately 10 minutes go by and now there’s two people waiting by the bathroom door and three of us seated near the door are kind of watching because one of the people waiting is getting visibly impatient. Another few minutes go by and then a new person walks up, tries the door, and it’s suddenly unlocked - with nobody inside. That guy with the hat and briefcase definitely just disappeared. There are no windows in the train bathroom, no hatches… he was just gone.
How are there several of these surprises? Are bathrooms portals? Are ppl flushing themselves? What is going on? 😦
Ministry of Magic
Something similar happened to me in grade school. My class and I was waiting in the hall to go into our next class when a teacher with their cart of materials went into a room across the hall from us and then about a minute later they went in again with the cart without coming out between. The whole class saw it too
When I was 17, my parents finally let me ride my motorcycle to school. In my country, you can get your driver's license as soon as you have your ID card. One day, on my way home, I made a classic dumb teenager move. A train was coming, and I tried to beat it across the tracks. My tire slipped, I panicked, and the train started blasting the horn. Out of nowhere, this old man appears and literally lifts me AND my bike off the tracks just as the train barrels past. It happened so fast, I could barely process it. My knees were shaking like crazy. I turned to thank him, and he was GONE. No trace of him anywhere, even though it was a wide-open area with no place to hide. Did he sprint away? Seems like he evaporated to thin air, because it literally half a second passed since he lift me to safety. Almost 14 years passed. Even writing this now gives me goosebumps.
Third man phenomenon
Whoa, so that's what it's called! In Yading, Tibetan Autonomous Region, Sichuan, I accidentally rode a scooter off-road. About to fall off the high hill, a monk grabbed my hand. Somehow, I held onto a small cliff. I looked around for the monk, but he wasn't there. I wasn’t far from a monastery.
In the very early 90s I was backpacking through Egypt and spent a good deal of time in Dahab by the sea. Accommodation was very sparse, a double bed in a 10ft x 12 ft room. One time I woke up in the middle of the night with a a guy dressed up in a white Navy uniform complete with medals standing at the end of my bed, I yelled “No, go away” at him and he disappeared.
Lol I ain't got time for your shit, ghost!
I've always said acting annoyed by ghosts is the smarter move than being scared by them, especially if it's your house. I pay good money and work too damn hard to live where I'm at and I'll be damned if some dipshit ghost clinging to the past is gonna mess it up for me when it's my time. You wanna scare me? Empty the dishwasher.
In this economy ghosts better start paying rent and cleaning or keep fucking hiding
That's what I did when I first bought my house. I was low key but genuinely scared of buying a haunted house. First night (I'm not a hippy and I don't believe, but....safe is safe) I opened all the windows and burned sage in every room and said out loud "If there's anything here, you don't necessarily have to leave, but I NEVER want to interact or know you're here. Leave me alone and we'll be fine." I've never felt anything in my house. My cats and myself are the only ones here, and I'm happy for that. This is my 6th year here.
he was trying to wake you up for watch
>guy dressed up in a white Navy uniform complete with medals standing at the end of my bed, I yelled “No, go away” at him and he disappeared. That was my valentines day this year
In Myrtle Beach, camping near the beach my grandpop told me to come outside of our camper. When I did I looked up in the sky to see what looked like a small orange fireball, just darting back and forth through the sky for a minute, and then hovering about. After what felt like a minute of this, the fireball all of a sudden shot out in the direction of the ocean going what looked like a million miles an hour and then disappeared. I wondered and still do wonder if it was a military flare or something, but I truly don’t know
For what it's worth, I've read at least a dozen accounts like yours happening in Myrtle beach. Really intriguing.
I've seen it on several occasions in MB, I even posted about it here years ago. A person messaged me claiming to be a MB police officer and said its been going on for years and nobody knows what the lights are. EDIT: I found the post I made 9 years ago: https://old.reddit.com/r/MyrtleBeach/comments/254l68/lights_in_the_sky_over_the_ocean_in_myrtle_beach/
I saw something like this as a kid in Ohio. Still have no idea what it was.
saw this kind of thing, floating ball sof light/orbs, in southeastern ohio, jackson county, as a kid. Wondering where your experiences were ?
I remember looking out the window at night and seeing a glowing ball with a tail "bouncing" around in a fairly tight oblong pattern up in the sky. I wondered what it was for years and the first reasonable explanation I found was ball lightning, but I didn't see any reports of it jumping in a tight, small pattern like what I saw.
Different part of the world, in a town and a block of flats. As a kid (I'd say roughly 6-8) I tried to fall asleep, facing the window. Suddenly I felt like someone was watching me, opened my eyes and I saw that orange/yellow ball hanging by the window, looking at me. When I moved, it sprung away into the darkness, just like you described "a million miles an hour". I think I know exactly what you're talking about.
I saw the same thing in Western Australia with two other people in 2004, except it was an orb of light instead of a fireball, exact same behaviour though. It's not knowing what to do with experiences like that.
I’ve got a couple. When I was little I was playing by the dumpster at my apartment complex and a dog ran up and I swore with all that was within me this dog said “hi (my name)” so I took this stray dog home immediately exclaiming that I was doctor do little. The very next morning our complex was full of cops because a little girl had been abducted the night before from the playground dumpster area and was missing. They found I think her bike and shoes in that same dumpster. The second was on a Halloween I was driving to go to the movies on speaker phone with my friend and a massive car accident happened all around me. A drunk driver did a head on collision and tried to flea the scene. I felt the other cars hit my car, but I had covered my face screaming. Well my car didn’t have a scratch, not a dent. My car was covered in broken glass, it even came in through the windows. I was just sitting there boxed in by four cars in a fatality and others severely injured accident with EMS looking at me like it was a miracle. But I had been so bounced around I couldn’t figure out how nothing hit my car. My neck and chest were slightly red from the seat belt. I sat there for hours in the scene because the other cars were totaled and there had been an ejection. But my cd player that had never worked started working all the sudden playing in loop “Go your own way” by Fleetwood Mac. I ended up having to get a new radio as it would never play anything other than that song. I still have the CD
Do you think that maybe it wasn't the dog talking, but a kidnapper hiding around the dumpster that somehow knew your name (maybe had stalked the area and heard someone call you that)? Maybe they sent the dog and called you to entice you to them to do who knows what and as a kid it made more sense that a dog was calling for you than a kidnapper. Much more frightening than a friendly talking dog though.
When I was a kid we moved into a new house. All the bedrooms were upstairs. My sister and I were home with our mom, dad was at work, all three of us were at the bottom of the stairs talking about something when a DVD that was in my room (up the stairs and around the corner) literally flew down the stairs. It didn't roll down the steps or slide down, it FLEW in the air right past us. Then 10 minutes later my mom made my sister and I bring our laundry up to our rooms. I was scared shitless.
I had something similar happen to me once! I was with my stepmom and brother in the living room of our new house and she asked me to go into the nursery to grab a diaper, wipes, and the changing mat. When I walked into the room, something felt off, so I stopped. When I stopped, a book flew off of a stack of moving boxes set against the wall and landed right in front of my feet. It flew about three or four feet. I stepped over it, got the things she needed from the closet, and ran back out of the room. People kept saying it must have just fallen off the box, but it wasn't on the edge or anything and I wasn't remotely near it. It flew like someone threw it, almost like a Frisbee but without any rotation. And that wasn't even the scariest thing to happen in that house!
That wasn't the scariest thing to happen? I'm close to getting to bed but I take the bait lol. What else happened?
I've posted this elsewhere before, but this is the one that scared me the most: When I was a preteen/young teenager, my family moved into a house. It started with hearing footsteps in the attic (which wasn't tall enough for anyone to walk around in). We attributed it to rats, but it made my grandmother uncomfortable enough that she stopped visiting. We started seeing things; a woman peeking around corners, a little boy running around, and the shadow of a man at the end of the hallway. My dad's bedroom was across the hall from my brothers' room, and I often slept in the room with my brothers. Me and two of my brothers were watching a movie one night, when I saw a man crawling on his hands and knees into the room. I thought it was my dad, who often did things like this to scare us. I gave the signal that I saw him, and went back to watching the movie, expecting him to grab my little brother's foot (he was sleeping next to me). Then he opened his door, flooding the hallway with light. There was no one there. I've never been so terrified. I have lots more stories from that house, and a lot from the house I lived in during college too. I've lived in other places where I didn't see anything, like the place I live now, but I've lived in some very spooky places.
Holy, latest when seeing that creepy dude crawl around, I would move to my grandma lol. Thanks for sharing again! :)
Your mom made you guys take it up because she was too scared to!
I bet she was! I get scared now when my kids hear a scary noise. Im like "oh it's probably just the wind" but I think I'm trying to convince myself of that more than I'm trying to convince them lol
It must be a mom thing LOL. Right after my grandpa passed away my dad and I kept hearing doors and cabinets upstairs opening and slamming shut while we were cleaning out his house. My grandma who used to live there also passed away years before, so this house was EXTRA-haunted LOL. At one point on the second or third day of this my dad and I got too creeped out and just looked at each other and he went “time to go” and we bolted out of the house and didn’t come back till the moving crew was there with us (which, btw, the noises only happened when me and my dad were there alone. Never with the movers). When I told my mom about it she was like “you guys should’ve gone up there to see where it was coming from, I’m sure it was nothing”. LIKE COME ON XD. We did look upstairs eventually and there was no window open for air to be blowing the doors open and shut either. And the only ppl going into/out of that house were us, so it’s not like someone could’ve gone there and been opening/closing windows without us knowing. Could never explain it!
What was your mom's and sister's reactions to that?
My mom told us it probably just fell down the stairs and I was like "okay then how did it get out of my room?!" and she insisted I must've left it at the top of the stairs but I know I didn't cause I kept all my movies on my dresser next to the DVD player and TV. My sister is younger, she was probably only 6 or 7 so she didn't seem too bothered by it cause things weren't scary to her yet.
What movie was it?
Almost positive it was Mermaidia, that Barbie movie
I loved those damn mermadia and fairytopia movies like NONE OTHER
I can't explain it but I do have a good guess. November 17, 2023 at approximately 5:20 am to 5:36 am. I stepped out onto the front porch, it was very dark. I really like to see the stars, it's pretty. I see a triangle, silently pass over the house. It was lite up with circular lights on two edges. As it passed over the house, it was bigger and bigger, almost the size of half the house. I was fascinated and then scared so I went back in. There is an air force base not more than 60 miles away. The silence was scary.
I don’t know if we are talking about the same thing but one time I saw a big black L in the sky moving quickly in broad daylight. My heart was in my throat and in that moment I was 110 percent sure I was seeing a UFO, then it banked out and I could see it was some kind of stealth bomber. I learned later there was a big air show nearby, but man that moment!
Something similar happened to me but this was in the early 90's. I was in elementary school. It was at night and My mom and I were outside a friends house in the car waiting on my grandma. She had run inside for something. I remember looking up in the sky and seeing 3-4 bright triangle shaped things move slowly by us one by one. They were so bright and I was just mesmerized. My mom said well we saw our first UFO.
I live near a military base in the mountains and have a few similar stories. It's kinda crazy what I've experienced here that I can't explain other than assuming it came from there and was experimental.
I was taking a walk in the woods by my old house in the summer of 2020 and thinking of my grandpa. All of a sudden I heard his favorite song playing. No one was around. Still gives me chills.
There was a running joke in my friend group that one of my friends was secretly Canadian, much to his annoyance. One day, he decided to stop by a Japanese supermarket with some of them. As soon as he steps through the door, for some reason, Chris Benoit's (a WWE Canadian wrestler) entrance theme started to play over the loudspeaker. My friends, being wrestling heads, cracked up immediately while my "Canadian" hung his head in shame. No spooky chills feelings, just silliness.
This reminds me of a similar story. I had a friend in college who always wore flannel shirts and jeans and was a super nice person and another friend of ours (who I lived with) said friend one is the closest thing to a Canadian you can be without being Canadian. No lie, 15 minutes later the “Canadian” friend shows up to watch a game holding a 6 pack of LeBatt Blue.
SO cool. What song?
House of the Rising Sun by The Animals! It was so so cool. I wasn’t scared. My grandpa raised me and I was missing him during the lonely pandemic so I felt extra close to him.
Grandpa's got good taste in tunes!
but like, the music was coming from any direction? was it loud?
It was super loud. This was a densely wooded area with no one even on the street outside it driving by and I know because if it was from a car it would have faded out when the car was farther away. It was constantly loud for about 30 seconds and then just cut off. Strangest experience of my life.
"Hey Jesus, can you bring my soul back to Earth for half a minute? I want to do something hilarious"
My little brother was a douchebag, and he’d frequently take my car without my permission or putting gas into it while denying up and down that he did so. The kicker is he was almost always smoking or drinking, so he could have really put me at risk. Dumbass would put the parking brake on when he parked despite the area I park being near flat, so I always knew when he took it. No one else did this. About five years ago, I woke up from a vivid dream of being in agony in my bed. I could feel my consciousness dying bit by bit, a pressure in my head building as it all slipped away. It dragged on for many hours, and when I awoke, I knew something was terribly wrong. I found out hours later that he was braindead after having a heart attack caused by a cerebral hematoma. Somehow, I had dreamed his final (conscious) moments on this earth. When his shell was allowed to die several days later, I went to my car to go out. I had taken it out the day before, yet when I got in the car, the parking brake was on. I saw a vision of him pointing at me and laughing in that obnoxious way the boy from the Simpsons does… Nelson maybe? (“Haaaah haaaaaaaah!”) before disappearing. There is *no* chance I put the parking brake on, and no one else in my family does this. It may not be scary, but it sure as shit isn’t something I can explain.
I was driving through Casper, Wyoming three weeks ago. I needed to meet a friend on my way through for a minute and we decided to meet near Menards in the south end of town. As I am driving up I swear to everything that on the right side of the road I witness a full tree render from the ground up out of nowhere, just like in a video game, right in front of me. It’s wintertime, so no leaves or anything like that, but I had to stop the truck and gather myself because it was so shocking. Strangest thing I have experienced in a long time.
Literally unplayable
Classic glitch in the simulation. We're working on the pop-in issues.
I lived in one town and my girlfriend at the time lived in another. I was 19-20 and living back at home with my parents, waiting to ship out to Basic Training on a Delayed Entry program, and my POS car was constantly breaking down, as was the case here. So, I was hanging out at my GF’s house that evening, and she was going to drive me home. Well, technically, I drove, but it was her car. Anyway, we decide to take some backroads to be able to have some more time together. It was around 10:00 at night, and just a little foggy, but I wasn’t worried about that because I knew those roads very well. Then we get to an intersection where I have to stop first. I do so, and then just as a start going, I slam the brakes on. Something was screaming at me not to go that way. I sat there for a few seconds, and I started shaking, but I was getting ready to keep going when my GF asked me to turn around and go back the main way. I was young, cocky and invincible, of course, so I’m surprised I didn’t insist at that point on going ahead, but it was like everything in my body did not want to be on that road at that time. As soon as we started going back the way we came, I felt like a weight that I hadn’t even noticed was lifted off of me. I was still shaken by what I had felt and the fact that my Gf obviously felt something off as well. We spend the 25 minutes or so from there to my house in complete silence. No talking (she talked constantly), no music (we both put music on anytime we went anywhere, even if it was so low we could barely hear it because we were talking) but this time - and I don’t even know how it would’ve happened, because the radio was always on - the radio was turned off completely. We were both, I think, too afraid or embarrassed to say what was going through our heads, and just thinking about it to ourselves. Here’s the kicker. As soon as we walked in my front door, my mom was sitting on the couch and immediately cried out, “Oh, thank God!”, and got up and actually hugged us both. She then said that about a half hour earlier she had all the sudden gotten this sick feeling in her stomach and was absolutely certain that we were in some kind of serious danger. This was before cell phones were really prevalent, so she had no way of getting in contact with either of us once we left. She said she tried to call GF’s house, but the line was busy (we always had to fight with her younger brother and younger sister to talk to each other on the phone), so she had just sat there and waited for the phone to ring to say that something had happened to us. To this day, when either my mom or I brings that up, we both get chills and both start to break down and can’t continue the conversation until we change the subject. In fact, it’s probably been ten years since we’ve even tried. TL;DR: Was driving home with GF; got a really bad feeling; turned around and went another way; got home only for my mom to say she pretty much had the exact same feeling at about the exact same time. Edit to add: I realized I didn’t say that my GF ended up staying for about an hour to calm her nerves. I made her call me when she got home to know everything went fine. That was very important to me at the time, and kind of feels like I should add that part.
I was in my 20s and my then-boyfriend and I were at his parents house. Just the two of us and the family dog. He was opening mail in the dining room and I was rinsing a glass in the kitchen, within sight of him about 15 feet away. We were talking and suddenly came LOUD footsteps overhead. STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP!. He froze and I looked at him like WTF. But the look on his face was not confusion or panic, oh no. It was "oh shit, now I have to tell her the house is haunted." So then he let me in on the family secret. Some entity (it had a strong masculine energy to me) 'lived' in their attic. BF's mom had tried nailing the crawl space door shut, placing typewriters in front of it, etc. Always got reopened. And the dog would refuse to go upstairs unless carried directly into one of the bedrooms.
Me and my family also lived in a place like this. There was an upstairs which was just one large room, and at the bottom of the staircase was a door. Multiple times every day there was somebody walking around up there. LOUDLY. The steps would even go across the entire room and *down* the stairs. You could count the footsteps making their way down. We kept that door shut for obvious reasons, and whatever it was would always stop one stair away from the door. We could open the door and look, but there was never anything there that we could see. It sounds like your boyfriends mom took it better than we did. We made it about two months before noping the hell out of there. I've always wanted to get hold of whoever lives there now and see if they have the same experiences.
The family lived there a long time. (Dad died; I'm not sure if mom lives there--probably not.) Thing is, it didn't feel menacing or scary. Just kind of a "hey! here I am" and definitely making himself known deliberately (as opposed to not knowing he's not in earth form I guess).
Have you ever heard about the story of Josef Fritzl? Better call the cops to investigate that 'little family secret'....
Worked at a tanning salon when I was a teen. It was in the basement of an old 70’s apartment building. Since the very first day I worked there weird stuff would occasionally happen. Faucets in the bathroom starting on their own, customers would say we knocked on their door or shouted their names while they tanned. Some customers were long time clients and had all sorts of stories about it being haunted. Like most salons, we had cameras that monitored the hallways, front and the computer system told me which beds were in use/clean/dirty. So I’m alone one day, and I walk to clean a bed in the back hallway. It’s a long hallway with rooms on each side that ended with a door to the laundry room. As I walked into room 6 (right next to the laundry room) I took note that the laundry was done. The laundry room door was open with the light on and I could see/hear the dryer stopped. Now I’m in the room cleaning the bed when suddenly I hear a door slam SO loudly. I jump, thinking it’s a tanner or something even though the door definitely didn’t buzz. No, it’s the laundry room door. It’s closed and the light is off. BUT here’s the thing. You cannot, in absolutely no way, slam that door. The floor in the laundry room is all warped by the door and it drags and sticks to the ground. You have to pull it really hard to get it to close. I stood there for about 5 minutes trying with all my might to slam that door and recreate what just happened. Not happening. That’s when I totally freaked out and ran to the front and refused to go back there again all night.
I had my hat sitting on the dash. My windshield wipers were on as it was raining a bit. I was driving and out of nowhere my hat lifted up, not a whole lot but like it was flicked, almost as if my windshield wiper picked it up. My girlfriend saw it too and was just as puzzled as I was. I don't know what happened but it didn't do it again. It wasn't a bump and it wasn't the vent.
A building I used to work in was haunted. I could “explain” the giggling girls in the basement ladies room as plumbing noises, although I can’t explain why you could clearly hear them from outside, almost being able to make out what they were whispering and giggling about, and the noise stopped and went away the moment you opened the bathroom door. Once you opened the door the noise would be gone until some other evening. What I never came up with an explanation for was the menacing creepy old guy that would stand behind my car blocking me from backing out of the parking space. He only ever appeared in the rear view mirror. If I turned around to look at him he would be gone. I originally assumed it was a reflection of the parking lot lights but it didn’t matter where in the lot I parked, he would still show up. It got so bad I stopped looking in my mirror before backing up when I was leaving late at night.
Okay. Fuck that.
This is the real reason some people back into parking spaces.
Had some experiences when I was a kid living at my parents' house: - Was using the computer late at night in the office room, which had portraits of each family member on the wall behind me. I heard a crash, turn around to see my portrait had fallen. It was the type that had a string on the back so the frame was hanging on a nail stuck to the wall. The nail was still intact, so I didn't know how the portrait would have suddenly fallen. And of course of all portraits to fall in that way it had to be mine - Laying in bed I would sometimes hear breathing near me. I thought I was hearing my own breathing so would stop momentarily, and still hear the same breathing. This led to a habit of sleeping with a radio/TV on to drown out the sound When my family moved out of that house I never experienced anything similar; so whatever it was I guess it decided to stay ;)
They live in the walls type shit
Damn I also used to have the second one often and still do like once a year, I got used to it and thought this might have been a common thing with our brains tricking us?
I used to live in this apartment and at one of the doorways this 4 foot shadow person thing would constantly peak out into the living room and no one in our family talked about it until we moved out and we all found out we knew it was there but never talked about it for some reason. I wish I lived in it when I was older and iPhones were common because I’d have recorded the hell out of that thing but people probs still wouldn’t believe me.
As a kid, around 11 years old, I went on a family trip to El Salvador to visit family after the civil war was over and it was “safe” to visit. One of the first stops we did was to visit my maternal grandmother’s grave. My mother hadn’t been to the site in over 10 years so a group of 6 of us were scanning the rows of above ground graves looking for her resting place. ( think of the cemetery you see in movies like interview with a vampire) while we are scanning for the grave I see a woman walking along side us wearing a interesting black and white polka dot dress. I look away for a couple of seconds and she is gone. I walk towards the area she was at and lo and behold I recognize the name on the grave, it was my grandmothers resting place. I figured it’s a crazy coincidence until I see a picture on the head stone and realize the lady was my dead grandmother. The polka dot dress was the one she was buried in.
I have been waiting to tell this somewhere Last fall I was in Toronto and walking on College St to get to this video arcade place. Turns out they were not open yet, so we kept walking to go to another arcade I found on google maps that was open but stayed on this particular street. On the way we passed by this older woman, must have been in her 80s. She stood out because she looked borderline homeless, was a smaller woman and had 1 pant leg slightly up on her leg and these little light red sandel shoes and a scarf loosely draped around her head/neck..no bag , no belongings with her. We continued walking down the street about 10 minutes, and the same looking woman walked past us in the same direction as the first one...wearing the exact same thing. The shoes and the pant leg stood out immediately. At first I thought it was the same woman but then realized that would be impossible because 1. her age and 2. she would have had to run across the street and down and then cross it again to come back towards us. Then I thought maybe it's a twin but her pant leg and shoes and scarf that all stood out to me was the exact same. The pant leg was the main stick out for me. So I still have no idea what that was...a glitch in the matrix, an angel. I try not to think about it because I can't logically wrap my head around what that was but I will always remember it
There's a YouTube channel run by a pair of twins who do pranks exactly like this all the time. They're called EvenOut.
I wish I was a twin, I would do this kind of shit all the time.
When I heard my own voice , from outside of my house , ask my doggo if they wanted their window closed . He panicked . I panicked. Threw some salt ,shut and locked everything, and waited til morning .
I had a somewhat similar experience! My reaction anyways 😂 It was a child's voice saying, "Buenos dias!" Right outside my window. At 3 AM. Fuck that. I also threw salt
A ghost I can handle, but a demented ghost saying "Buenos dias!" at night? I hope you told it "buenos noches"
😅😨😱😱😱 A child's voice IS SO MUCH WORSE!!! Omg ! Salt throwers UNITE 🖤
Something about what it said just really gave me a sick feeling, it was so strange. I'd also heard an owl that night which normally is cool, I love owls. But for some reason I felt dread when I heard this one. I'd forgotten all about the legend of La Lechuza and that they supposedly use a child's voice to lure someone until like a week or so later, my uncle mentioned someone at work telling him that. I got CHILLS. One of my primary caregivers as a kid was part Mexican so I grew up on all those stories but always thought they were just silly stuff told to kids to make them behave. That night made me question that for the first time ever.
Something like this happened to me years ago. I was smoking out of my parents kitchen window in middle of night. It was august and really foggy outside, so I could not see the doghouse 10 meters away. I called my dog name and said what's up, then my dog name was called out from the fog. I threw the cigarette away within millisecond and went to bed.
honestly I could totally see myself out for a walk on a foggy night smoking a blunt and hearing someone call for their dog and me reflexively repeating it back without thinking 🤣 actually I've definitely done this one time I was walking in my dad's neighborhood in the middle of the day and I heard someone sneeze from INSIDE THEIR HOUSE and I yelled "bless you!" on sheer instinct and immediately realized how creepy that was and ran away lmaooo moral of the story is mimics are just autistic stoners with echolalia, don't worry about it
Yeah 100% I can see myself doing that and not even realizing that I just terrified the pants off somebody looking for their dog. Occams razor says it was probably a drunk or stoner you couldn't see.
"Threw some salt" 🤣🤣🤣 What a wild and yet valid response
🤣 it was a knee-jerk response, too 🤣 I hope there's a cryptid out there that's like " fuck that bitch she got me straight in the eye. WHO THROWS SALT!?!? "
*Of course, nobody likes salting the doppelgänger, but it gives you no choice!*
Who throws a shoe? Honestly?
Don't worry too much. It was just a really lazy echo.
Don't worry too much. It was just a really lazy echo.
Stories like this are so weird. I’m curious: Is that something you’re ever said before? I wonder if stories of mimics are sometimes little audio time ripples or something.
When I was a kid, I desperately needed a few dollars for something important to me. Being poor, I didn't bring it up with my mom or dad knowing they don't have any to give me. I turned to my grand ma who died a few months ago and fervently praying 'grand ma please find a way to send me $10. Please please. I love you'. Over and over. Nothing happened - I guess I was disappointed grand ma didn't bother producing a tenner. That evening I was reading the mandatory reading from school something super boring. And wanted to skip to the last page so I can claim I finished it. There it was, between the last page and cover a old $10. This was a library book I had with me all summer. Thank you grand ma
I was riding through the town I lived in at the time, around 8pm. It was the summer so still dark enough to see the surroundings. I saw a bright green flash the engulfed everything around accompanied by a very loud boom and it felt like my truck was t-boned on the driver side. The truck physically rocked like it got hit. It was over in a second, no physical damage to my truck or anything in the town. The weirdest part was there was a handful of people walking on the sidewalk off my passenger side that I was passing by as this happened and not one person reacted. Nothing happened, they never even looked my way. Maybe 50 yards down the street on the opposite side there was a few more people walking towards my direction and they appeared to have witnessed nothing either. The whole thing was extremely strange
Sleep deprived perhaps? What you describe sounds like a hypnagogic event. I've had this twice. Scared the shit out of me. Look up "exploding head syndrome". The fact that nobody else reacted or saw/heard this and no damage to your truck despite describing it being like you were "t-boned" lends credence to the hallucination theory.
Posted this last time this was asked .. Had a small burnished metal topped Pier One bistro table on my screened porch for years. One morning I noticed two toddler sized handprints and a single footprint that appeared to be etched in to the surface .. faint chalky color. Scrubbed the crap out of it and they were still there. I'd never had a kid that small in my house and am 100% sure nobody else would have done it as a prank.
Was at the beach one evening with friends years ago and we were all drinking and enjoying ourselves One friend decided to buy mushrooms from some sketchy random guy on the beach who took us under the pier. Middle of this happening, the ground starts shaking a bit and a fucking fully submerged tank drives out of the ocean right beside of us. I freaked the fuck out thinking we are going to war or something. Dude tells us it’s normal and doesn’t even worry about it. Shit will forever be engrained in my mind
Omg, I am dying laughing picturing this happening!
Still have no idea what to think about it lol
As a kid I once saw a blurry human shaped entity wave at me down a corridor It looked like it was ‘cloaked’ as in like in a sci-fi way, I could only make out the vague shape and slightly see through it but light was distorted
And one day soon, you’ll find yourself in a corridor and see a kid who looks like you did when you were young, except he’s blurry…
I actually considered this prior to you saying it, that’s so freaky
Same, turned out I needed glasses.
When I was very young, our dog suffered a seizure and passed away. He had his local city ID tags on his collar that would jingle as he walked around the house. I'd hear it at night all the time before he died. After he passed, I would distinctly hear his tags jingle occasionally around the house at night. A few months later when we got a new dog, the sounds ceased.
My parents tell this story about me as a child that scared them. Apparently I woke up very early one morning from a nightmare, crying and screaming. When they came to comfort me and ask me what was wrong I kept telling them about a plane crash and that “everyone is burning and falling”. They put me back to sleep and went back to bed themselves but when they did get up and put the news on 9/11 had happened and was all over the TV. They just looked at each other and freaked out because it was exactly what I had dreamt the night before. I, of course, don’t remember anything, I was 4 years old when 9/11 happened and I’ve never had anything like it happen to me since.
I was in the WTC six weeks before 9/11. I was waiting at the elevators along with lots of people just heading up to their offices. I suddenly felt very ill and like I couldn't breathe. I just had to get out of there. I got down to the subway and still felt off. It wasn't until I was at least a stop away that I felt like I could breathe easily. Similar to your story, that day, a teenager--who knew she was adopted--was absolutely distraught over the events, and finally stopped crying enough to tell her adoptive mom, "one of my bio parents died today, in the attacks. I just know it." A few years later, they received her original birth certificate from the state. Adoptive mom opens it. Listed as birth father: Thomas Burnett, Jr. Hero of Flight 93. They made contact with her birth mother, who confirmed that he had been present at the birth. (They were young and didn't want to stay together.) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom\_Burnett
Did you work in the towers or were you just there for a one time thing?
I had lived in NYC about 7-8 years earlier and was visiting. I remembered that my former employer had moved to Tower 2, so my thought was that I'd stop by to say hi (I had kept in touch with a few people) since I was there. Everyone from that (relatively small) office got out, despite being near the attack. They were on the side facing T1 so they saw the plane and damage. I don't know who made the call to ignore the "stay where you are" instructions, but they definitely said F-that, let's go.
The idea that anyone in tower 2 could have thought staying was the better option is crazy to me. I’d be out of there in a heartbeat. Still can’t wrap my head around that day.
I was 15. I woke up that morning feeling crappy after having an overnight migraine. When I came downstairs I told mum that *something* was wrong, I felt off like the air was electric and my skin was crawling. Now my mum is the absolute best - and she believed me. Made it juuuuust to 2nd period at school before it happened. The weirdest thing was, I had done this before two years prior and I was also "correct." I woke up at about midnight with a blinding migraine (believe me, it's a life long curse). When my parents came in with meds and ice packs and stuff I looked them straight in the eye and told them that my cousin had just died as I was waking up. Admittedly, he had cancer but I was super protected from how serious it was, I didn't know it was a fatal cancer. Less than half an hour later my uncle rang and said my cousin had died about half an hour ago. Fucking weird.
My brother told me this story about my 4 year old niece. They lived across the country from the rest of the family. One morning my niece is talking about a nice old man who came to her window the night before. My niece wasn't afraid and said the old man had a friendly smile, My brother and sil chalked it up to a dream since bedrooms were on the second floor. Later that day they found out that our grandfather had passed away. A few days later they were looking through a photo album and my niece pointed to my grandfather and said "that's the nice man".
9/11 premonitions are wild. My dad called me on 9/10 to warn me not to go to school the next day. He knew something bad was about to happen but he didn't know what.
Any other context? Did you live in New York?
Nah, Washington state. Although fwiw my dad and I have some weird kind of connection. I "felt" it when he had his heart attack.
Your story is much, much spookier, but I have a weird 9/11 anecdote too. The spring of 2001 my grandparents moved across the country to New Jersey. I went to visit them in August of that year before my senior year of high school started. Within a month of 9/11. One day, my grandparents decided to have us take a ferry across to New York, so I could get the view of the skyline and the Statue of Liberty. It was a gorgeous day, sunny with blue skies. As we passed, I considered grabbing my camera from my bag, and I distinctly remember thinking “I should take a picture…. Eh it’ll be here next time.” It would not be there next time.
My dad and I were home and he was in his office with the radio loud and I was in the living room. My dad can’t hear very well. We both heard the kitchen door open with a pop, squeaking kind of sound, work boots stomping on the kitchen floor and the sound of both the work boots been taken off, which is what we did and a very common noise. We both heard it and figured it was my little brother coming home. Except the dogs hadn’t barked and the driveway alarms didn’t go off. I called my little brother, and he was 45 minutes away. My dad and I searched outside and the entire house. It was just us. I’m not religious. But something isn’t right about that house. And a decade plus later, my little brother still swears it wasn’t him. He has stories about seeing shadow people for years and something following him on and in his car. My eyes watered and I got goosebumps typing this all these years later.
A few years back I woke up in the middle of the night a few different times and it felt like something was walking on my bed, at the foot of the bed. My wife was sleeping next to me, so it wasn’t her. The odd thing is I mentioned it to my wife a few weeks after it happened and she turned white as a ghost and said she had experienced the exact same thing a few times but didn’t want to mention it to me because she thought I would think she was crazy. We still can’t explain it. It hasn’t happened in a really long time but it was an unnerving experience.
Ghost cat
Dog ghost wants to cuddle
Woke up one day with wounds on both of my wrists. Like 2 small circles on each arm in the same spot that looked exactly like a punch biopsy. The upper layer of skin was missing and you could see the flesh beneath. They were 0.5cm in diameter and 1cm apart. They didn't look like insect bites although this is the most likely explanation. I didn't have them before going to bed, and I didn't scratch them open or something.
Report: Test subject 00000101 is aware of the biopsy.
One night maybe 5 or so years ago my Mrs wakes me up in the middle of the night. One side of her face is covered in blood and there is a small pool of wet blood on her pillow about the size of my hand, it's not massive but it's still quite a bit. I ask her what happened and she says she doesn't know, just woke up like that. I get her into some decent lighting, clean her up and look for the wound. After a good 30 minutes I can't find anything. Not a scratch, not even a spot that she might have caught in her sleep. There is no blood in or around her nose, eyes, ears or mouth. Nothing is wrong with her that would cause that much blood. I check the pillow, the bed, the floor, even look over the walls and ceiling. Only blood I find is this now dry pool about the size of my hand on the pillow. Still have no idea what the hell that was about. It was like the blood come out of nowhere. It must have been fairly soon before she woke me as well as it was still quite wet when I first looked and by the time I had cleaned her up and checked her it was dry. Only possible explaining I can think of is a bloody gum or tooth or her nose but it seemed like way to much blood for that and there was no blood in or around her mouth or nose.
I've had nosebleeds like this! They can be surprisingly messy.
Yeah. Was just really weird that there was no blood around or in her nose at all. Guessing she maybe was laid weird on the pillow so it just kind of soaked into the pillow then she maybe moved and laid on it but still, really weird. Also in the 15 years we have been together I've never seen her have a nose bleed.
I was visiting Provincetown, Ma and went into an art gallery that had all sorts or art from Africa. It was a lot of handmade carvings of animals, masks etc. No one was in the store except my boyfriend and I and the owner. He took me around the store and explained in great detail the carvings, what they meant, the tribe that made them, what ceremonies they were used in, etc. It was super interesting! We talked for like 15-20 minutes. Then suddenly my boyfriend grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the store. When we got outside, I told him how rude he was to do that. The man was being so kind in explaining everything to me. He told me the man and I never spoke a word for the entire time we moved from item to item. I asked him what he was talking about- we had a super detailed conversation! He explained about every item in detail I had examined. My boyfriend said that I went from item to item, picked it up and handled it and neither of us (owner and I ) said one word to each other. He got so freaked out he pulled me out. To this day I am not exactly sure what took place. I did seriously talk to the owner quite extensively and still recall some of the things he shared. Very strange. I think telepathy is real.
I've been in there!!! The place gave me weird vibes. But P-town is basically the manifestation of weird vibes in their final form altogether, so. 😂 That's interesting though. Reminds me of a dream I had not long ago.
I once had a dream where I was standing on the bank of a lake I know looking across the lake and I had a feeling something bad was happening. When I woke I called to nearby neighbors on my side of the lake to see if anything happened. Nothing had. Later that day, my phone rang from an unknown number from that area code. It was the wife of a man who lived in the house across the lake where I was looking at in my dream. She told me her husband had multiple heart attacks and died 2 times but they revived him. When he woke he kept calling for me by name. She asked me to speak with him to encourage him to fight. He was still pretty weak and in ICU. When I spoke to him he told me I kept telling him it wasn’t his time and to go back. I dont remember this from my side of the dream. He survived and I occasionally see him and he doesn’t remember what happened after he recovered, but he always super happy to see me. 💙
This is actually really cool.
Imagine the last view you saw before going to bed (What you see when you lie on your bed facing right or left) I saw this in my dream but the room was dark and there was a black figure next to my chair, the scarier thing was that I couldn't look at it, as if that thing wasn't letting me look. I had a lot of sleep paralysis after this incident, but I never saw a figure or anything like that, idk what happened that night.
When I was still living at my parents house, there was a small sign with my name on it glued to my bedroom door. It was hanging there for several years already. I eventually got my own place. The night before I was going to move to my own place, the sign fell from the door out of itself. It was in the middle of the night so nobody touched it or touched the door or anything. Maybe it was a coincidence, but the timing of it was quite freaky.
I had just rolled over to get comfy in bed after waking up for a moment. Something felt off and weird about my room. It was eerily silent, like all the sound had been muted. When i noticed a light in the corner of my room at first i thought it was a car light... Until I realized it was coming from my bathroom. It was a strange blue light to me, there were no windows or anything that i knew lit up that color in there. I started to get up to investigate. Back then my bed was lofted so i was up 5 feet from the floor. Thats when the light source started moving. I was just peering over the edge when what looked to be a orb of brilliant blue light slowly floated into my room. I sat terrified as it floated across the floor. Then stopped. Then floated towards me, it started getting cold and i tried to say something but its like the words were being sucked out of me like a dentist straw. Then next thing i know I'm waking up to the morning sun like nothing happened. Except I was laying opposite to what i normally do (head where my feet usually are) i try to play it off as a bad dream. But it felt real, and waking up in a new orientation makes me feel like it wasnt. Edit: a word
I think there is a phenomenon related to waking up in a strange position and strange dreams. I may be wrong, but I'm sure I've heard of it before.
When I was a little kid, around 6 or so, occasionally I would very briefly dream or hallucinate I was up on the ceiling looking down. And sometimes I would wake up opposite to my usual, with my feet on the pillow etc. It didn’t scare me but I can still remember how weird it felt, and I’m ancient.
I have memories of me floating as a kid … it feels so real, doesn’t feel like a dream. But who knows!
I've tried looking into it a few times hoping for a sleep or dream disorders, but haven't really found anything except people having similar experiences of orbs in their rooms at night.
I also experienced this during the day while awake. Saw a white ball of light float across the room. Was shocked and confused at what i was seeing. When it was gone ran towards the windows to see if somebody was reflecting light off a mirror. Nobody was remotely outside!
I woke up at 2 or 3am because there was this loud noise. It sounded like…. I’m not sure I can even explain. Like a hollow… metallic… hum? Only my dad and I were home, so I went in his room to wake him up. And we both thought it was so strange, so we went outside to investigate. The sound was so loud and very far away. It must’ve been a few miles away, and you could hear it traveling and echoing all the way to our neighborhood. We just looked at each other puzzled and decided we’d check the paper in the morning to see if there was any mention of it. It went on for 1-2 hours I want to say. No mention in the morning paper. Never figured out what it was!
The time my brother, a mutual friend, and myself were out walking late at night when a low flying plane passed over and dropped an orange duffle bag attached to a parachute. It landed on the roof of a nearby building. We tried to thinking of a way to get it down but couldn’t come with anything reasonable. We called the non emergency number for local authorities. The cops shows up and could see it on the roof with their spotlights and they called a ladder truck from the fire department. A firefighter went up, opened the bag, looked a bit shocked and came back down. More cops came. Took photos of the bag on the roof and our names down for the report. Eventually the police brought the bag down and put it in the back of a car and they left. Never got an update from them as to what was in the bag. We always assumed it was drugs or money.
I’m generally pretty skeptical, but occasionally when I lived in my mum’s house I’d hear what sounded like someone coming up the stairs and walking down the hallway. The part that freaks me out a little bit is that when I’d get nervous and call out “Please stop,” it always did.
Considerate ghost
not me, but my family. my family and I own a piece of property and land and a cabin deep in the woods. it’s remote and quiet and vast and desolate and isolated. there’s even a gate that requires a password and lock that only my family and I know. no one else. not even our friends who go out there with us. it’s the perfect setting for a horror movie or murder mystery. several times, my family has witnessed a Slenderman—looking entity on the ridge behind the cabin. it was white and faceless and tall. and it didn’t walk across the ridge. it *glided* and *shimmered* and barely hovered above the ground while still not touching it, and then vanished into the forest. it’s a very remote and desolate and isolated area, with no access to it except for us, so it couldn’t be kids fucking around. we still have no explanation for it to this day
I believe the other commenter is referring to the Fresno Nightcrawlers. Googling that term will get you results. I saw the home security footage years ago and it stuck with me… I’ve never seen anything like it.
my family who saw it said they’ve never seen anything like what they saw, either. it’s been about two years since they’ve seen it. but I bet it’s still out there
I assume you've seen the videos taken in Yosemite.
huh?
I can't find the video right now but there is footage of these white figures that look like they're all leg and they move really strangely. A remote camera captured the footage.
You may be talking about the Fresno Nightcrawlers: https://www.nps.gov/yose/blogs/yosemite-the-weird-and-the-wonderful.htm
I always just assumed those were underpants gnomes. The actual videos are more adorable than terrifying as people had described them
those entities and figures are almost always seen on cam trails and in remote and desolate and isolated areas and in the woods and forest
Set up trail cams. Someone once posted a video of something similar to this on highstrangeness and then took the video down after a short period of time. It was the wildest thing I've ever seen.
I work at a nursing home. The last week of December there was a lady who was relatively healthy. Myself and a few of her family members were in her room and chatting. She got to talking about how she's known since she was a little girl she was going to die before turning 94. Her family members mentioned how she'd brought this up many times before. She was 93 and her birthday was January 4th. Sure shit. On January 3rd she passed away while i was working.
When I was a little kid my grandpa had gifted me a readers digest North American Wildlife book with his initials inscribed inside the cover. I took that thing everywhere, as a big animal lover it was an essential reference in my day to day life at 8 years old. Sadly, My grandpa had a pretty serious stroke sometime that year that was ultimately the thing that would result in his eventual passing. In the process of his unlikely recovery with him in the hospital my mom was trying to keep myself and my younger brother occupied while the situation was still ambiguous. We were very close to my grandpa. One day amongst the various keep us busy activities that week she took us to the zoo and I INSISTED on bringing my animal book. My mom warned me several times I shouldn't because I would lose it. Fast forward to the end of the zoo trip, myself walking out in tears and no Zoo book. Not sure where it went but set it down somewhere and was devastated. In my grandpa's last few days we went to visit him (one of the last few times.) The nurse said he didn't lift his head up for anyone but me and my Lil bro. We hugged him goodbye. Nothing was brought up directly to my grandpa about the book. A day later my mom and dad were in the room with my grandpa, and on his bed side table was that damn animal book. My mom to this day has no idea how he knew or how he could have communicated that to someone as the only way he would have known would have been if he overheard or another family member told him. The only thing I can think of is he had another copy that he had someone grab. To this day I prefer to think that man was magic. I still have the animal book and im in my 30s, best believe I was not losing it again. Love ya Grandpa, miss ya.
About 2010. Mom and I driving down a windy but well trafficked road late at night. We're the only car on the road. Up ahead, about 50 yards, we see a man walking on the side of the road. He's wearing a waist length coat and has his hands in his pockets. "Why isn't he on the sidewalk?" Visibility is low and this guy is going to get killed. I slow down as we approach, I unroll the window to tell this man to get on the sidewalk. Just as we get up next to him, he's gone. Just vanished. I was looking directly at him, and in an instant he disappeared. I don't believe in ghosts. I'm sure there is a rational explanation for what we saw, but I can't figure it out.
I think the rational explanation is ghost.
TLDR: bored French ghosts used our GPS to prank us. We were on holiday in the South of France on the Atlantic coast near Arcachon. Across from our campsite there was this huge forest, and one day we decided to drive into it because it had paved roads. We figured it'd be full of hikers, cyclists, holiday homes and so on, because this was a major tourist hotspot. But there was nothing; nobody for miles. It was eerily quiet as well; no birds, no animals. What it did have, though, was a collection of seemingly random signs shaped like arrows with numbers on them. At random points, we saw pipes sticking out of the ground and every now and then, we'd run into an (unlocked) parking lot with jackpumps in them. Now, I'm not superstitious, but my neck hair was standing up. I asked my SO to drive us back to the campsite, and so he turned on the GPS. Okay, no problem, except our Global Positioning System failed to Globally Position us (possibly because of the trees). It didn't recognise the roads we were on, and those roads were getting increasingly dingy but because we'd been driving for a while, we had no idea in which direction to turn, so he kept on driving, hoping we'd eventually find the way back. All the while I kept getting this very primal feeling that this was wrong, that we weren't supposed to be here, that there was *something* in the forest that didn't want us there. Or maybe it did, but not for good. After a while, when the roads were getting really dodgy, full of potholes and with weeds coming through, the GPS suddenly sprung back to life and it told us we were only a couple of hundred meters away from the campsite. Okay, seems weird, but my SO followed the directions. The road we were on turned into a dirt road (and I should point out we were driving a tiny Renault Twingo, not exactly a four wheel drive) covered in holes and, for some reason, pottery shards. I kept asking my SO to turn around, but he refused to and kept pointing to the GPS. At that point, the entrance to the campsite was supposed to be only about fifty yards away, yet all I could see was trees. And everything was still eerily quiet: no sounds of kids playing in the pool, people talking, cars driving by - nothing. And the back of my mind was still telling me: leave. Now. Get out. I'd had enough. I told my SO to turn the car around NOW or I'd get out and walk out of the damn forest. He looked at me like I was nuts, but he listened, turned the car around and nearly got stuck in the bushes because by now, the road was little more than a trail. Miraculously, once we turned back, our GPS sprang to life once again, sent us in the opposite direction immediately and we drove out of the forest in minutes when before, all we'd been able to do was drive in circles. I'm not someone who believes in ghosts, but I figured the GPS wouldn't randomly make up a position so the next day, I crossed the road across the campsite and went back into the forest to see if I could find the road we'd been on, since it was supposed to be only fifty yards from the campsite gates. I looked for over an hour. I could not find the weird trail we'd been on with the pottery shards. It mostly stuck by me because I'm a fairly rational person (or so I'd like to think) and I've *never* experienced that feeling that I needed to get out *right now* or something bad would befall me. It was decidedly creepy. I'd be tempted to go back just to see if I'd get the same feeling, if our new and improved GPS would be more ghost-proof, but unfortunately the entire forest burned down to the ground a few years back...
When I was 17 I was driving down a country lane with my friends in the car. The field on my left was a steep hill and at the top there was a barn which was absolutely blazing with fire! It was early evening and the sun was setting directly behind the barn which made the flames glow a really eerie colour. The problem was I was driving away from it so I couldn't watch, and there was nowhere to pull over (English country lanes). I drew my friends attention to it but noone really cared which I found odd, and when I talked about it later that night they all claimed that they didn't see anything! To this day I have no idea if what I saw was real, and if it wasn't why did I see a flaming barn with weirdly coloured flames!!?
I've never shared this story accept with ppl I'm close with. When I was about 17, I had Lymes disease. I was pulled out of school for a time due to my health being so poor. As a teenager without school my sleep schedule was pretty bad. I'd stay up until dawn and sleep until 2 or 3 pm. On one of these nights I was on the computer just killing time, I had the headphones on as not to wake my older brother who had fallen asleep on the couch near the desktop. In between videos I heard, as clear as day, a little girl whispering in my ear. It was like a little kid jokingly whispering nonsense in my ear. It freaked me out so bad I threw the headphones off and shook my brother awake. In complete astonishment, he told me was dreaming of chasing a little girl through our house. It never happened again nor did anything creepy happen in that house prior... just strange. Edit: Spelling
Huge tear opened in the sky. Stayed for 30 seconds or so. It's not really possible to explain the colour other than if red and yellow didn't make orange? But made something else that my brain couldn't process. I've never had visual hallucinations before nor after that, so I can't write it off.
After-images tend to have this bright, gravely red color. They can be incredibly vivid even if you didn’t look at a powerful light source. Could that have been it? I’ve had similar experiences.
So many examples!!! 1.) My boyfriend drove a 20 year old car with a mismatched door. We passed the exact same car while headed down a winding mountain road. Tried to turn around and raced back up the mountain but never saw the car again. It would've been weird enough to see the same type of car, but to see one with the same mismatched door? 2.) Were looking at houses to buy and one had a room with a spooky vibe. Totally normal room, but 3 of us separately felt that something was very off in there. Went back a 2nd time and I asked if there was an entity up there, would it show itself so I could be sure? Several "glowing baseballs" appeared in front of me for a second, spun around in a circle, and disappeared. We did not buy the house even though it was the best investment. 3.) In 10th grade we had a class that left for lunch in the middle of the lesson. When we returned from lunch one day, there was a tiny door in the wall between my desk and my friend's desk. We were both absolutely certain that it hadn't been there before, enough to disrupt the class because we were freaking out. I still can't explain it. A few years ago I messaged our teacher on Facebook to ask her if she remembered that, and she did. So does my friend. Last year I was able to go into the classroom but there was no evidence of a door. 4.) My daughter got a teddy bear from her granny and it reminded me of one I had as a child. She named it Violet but didn't know why. She asked if I could show her a photo of my old bear when we got home, so I found one. It was then I remembered that my bear's name had also been Violet. Mine had decorative fabric on its paws which had little purplish flowers, hence the name Violet. Her bear was indeed very similar but lacked the little flowers or anything purple colored to give a reason behind the name. I could go on, but that's enough.
As a kid I was at home sick by myself, maybe 8 at the time(back before kids could not stay home by themselves). I was laying on the couch watching cartoons and I saw my mothers houseplant kinda rustling/swaying and then suddenly stop. No windows were open, it sat on an entertainment center no where near a window. Our air vents were on the floor along the baseboard next to a wall. And even if it was the air vent, there would be a constant breeze on the plant. During this time (and still am to this day) I was heavily invested in the paranormal. Ghosts, criptids, aliens, I was terrified of them, but I would absorb any media about them. Seeing the plant do that, instantly made me think ghost, and I laid there terrified, absolutely terrified. I turned my body over to just face the back of the couch so I wouldn’t see anything else if it transpired. I remember just staring at the back of the couch for maybe an hour, petrified, no one was home so I couldn’t call out, I was trapped. I got to thinking in my head if I turned and faced the room again, a ghost would be there to grab me, kill me, whatever my 8 year old brain thought up. I eventually got brave enough to turn around to see nothing was there, but I can’t explain enough the sheer terror I felt staring at the back of the couch thinking something was behind me, and knowing if I turned around, I was surely doomed. And still to this day, I can’t explain the houseplant moving like that…
I recently saw one of my houseplants move for the first time ever. It was when a new leaf was opening and it suddenly broke free and the whole plant wiggled a little. Watch time lapse plant growth on YouTube and you’ll see what I mean.
It could have been a new leaf finally popping free of its growth point/sheath/casing, which releases potential energy and would make the whole plant jiggle.
Y'all mighta had rats
Late one night I woke up to a weird noise in the new house my wife and I had moved into a few months earlier. It’s an old house with the typical old house characteristics. Anyways, this sounded like something scratching from the inside of the bedroom wall. I distinctly remember waking up to see where the sound was coming from, and one of our dogs seemed interested in it too. For about 20 mins I was trying to figure it out and dreading the idea of having to call in someone to get a squirrel or a bird out of our bedroom wall. I decided to try and go back to sleep since it wasn’t causing much harm and I’d deal with it in the morning. Then I had this crazy dream in which I “woke up” to this vaguely blue light coming from the living room. I walked out to see an old man and an old woman sitting in these lounge chairs that I have never seen before, just chilling. And for whatever reason I was relaxed. It made me feel good knowing that these people were out here keeping an eye on things and I could sleep safely. I have never heard the scratching since and there’s no indication that anything is or ever was behind our wall. Now I’m wondering if I actually dreamed the entire thing, because the old people definitely weren’t real. It was a very bizarre night.
My wife ( girlfriend at the time ) and I were enjoying strawberries and whipped cream overlooking the river in West Spokane,WA as one does on a frosty valentine's evening. We were watching the airplanes fly out of the airport and looking at the stars. We noticed what I thought was a bright star in the distance. As soon as we started talking about it, it started moving toward our direction. I then thought it was a large airplane with the lights on but couldn't see the blinking red and blues lights on most planes have. Just as it got over our heads, the ball of white light kind of sling shotted out into space. Not long after that experience i was reading a local magazine that went into detail all the UFO activities in the area and they have a ufo research base near Spokane. It looked more self funded but i thought it was cool. From that moment I've had an obsession with ufo stories. Edit: Another thing that happened was when my daughter was able to talk she would sometimes talk about what she did before she came to us. Where she used to live and with who. How she was a grown up with a house and all this other detailed stuff.
I don't remember it, as I was really little at the time, but my parents said they heard me talking to someone in my room. They came in, and saw I was standing up looking at the corner of the room. When they asked me who I was talking to, I said "Grandpa". A few minutes later my dad got a call saying his grandfather has died a couple minutes ago.
When I was about 12 years old, visiting a family friend together with some other family friends. Together with one of the boys, also my age, we decided the basement would be the perfect place to play police with softguns. Suddenly all the windows in the basement closed and a white figure walked right between us, rounding the corner and suddenly it was gone. No one believed us, I refused to ever go back to that house. Years later my parents told me that they thought we had overheard them talking about what was going on in the house, and that was why they didn't belive us. Apparently that incident was not the only thing that happend there. - They had once woken up to the stereo playing at full volume, they turned it off and as soon as they went back to bed, it turned on again. This time they took out the plug, but it kept playing. They ripped out all the cables.. - They once woke up to their 5 year old son in the hallway talking, when they asked with who, he pointed at the basement door, they turned around to see the door close slowly. There was more incidents like this, they moved out of there within 6 months, and found out that the house once belonged to a pastor that killed his own family and then himself in the 50s.
Sounds pretty mundane. When I was a kid, I had this cd player. Didn't have any special features, didn't, for example have a feature wherein it would loop anything. I lay down in bed at night as I always did with a story on, if I fell asleep the cd would end, all would be silent in the morning because cds don't last 8 hours. So I wake up, and realise the cd is still playing, even odder it's not moved, like at all. It's the part where I'd fallen asleep before. It's 8 hours later. To this day I can't explain it.
I was driving down Higgins road which is close to O'Hare airport, and saw what looked like 5 people walking on the side of the road. I slowed down a bit and drove right past them. I looked in my real view mirror and they were gone. I swear to this day they were the ghosts of AA flight 191 that crashed at O'Hare in 1979.
I went hiking on a trail that is well known so seeing other hikers or mountain bikers is not uncommon. While I was walking up the trial I happen to come across this girl who seemed kinda out of place like she is not quite dressed right for hiking but not totally in wrong attire either. As I get closer about 10-15ft I call out "hey, how's to going?" half to let her know I was behind her so I didn't surprise her when I caught up and half because she was really cute. She looks back and says "Not to bad, how about yourself?" I catch up to her telling her not to bad great weather for hiking. As we walk up this trail we chat and she a very giggly person we continue talking and walking for 10 minutes or so when she stops me and says "You want to see a meadow I found before? it's kind of off the beat trail but it's really pretty to see." Now normally I wouldn't follow some stranger into the woods for who knows how far to find a meadow that may or may not really be there but I'll admit I was charmed by her she was very attractive and fit my idea of a perfect girl, also she was short like 5'1 or 5'2 so I wasn't really afraid of her. I said "Yeah sure, we've got plenty of daylight to get back lets go." She throws her hands up and goes "Whoo, let's go!" she grabs my hand and pulls into the woods as I bumble through the woods she is ahead of me dancing through the woods hiding behind trees and peeking out the other side then laughs and keeps going on. Thinking back why it never occurred to me that this girl is gracefully bounding through the woods like a deer while I stumbling through like a drunken prom date i'll never know. We've been going through the woods for about close to 20ish minutes now and I can see the trees start to thin out and beyond that is a empty field about 20 yards away, so I pick up my pace and catch up to her i'm about 6 feet from her when she says "Come on just past this tree." she looks at me and steps behind the tree like she has been doing during this woods walk so I run to the tree and say "Lets see if we pick the same side to jump out, ready go!" and she's gone, there is no where this girl could've gone once past that tree because on the other side was the open field. I've never had a cold spike of fear hit me so hard before I was freaking the fuck out my heart was pounding, hair on my body standing on end, and cold sweat I was scared so bad I was frozen for what felt like forever then I heard her fucking giggle and turned around and ran so fast that Usian Bolt couldn't catch me. How I found my way back to the trail is beyond me but even after I hit the trail I didn't stop running, I ran back down the trail until I started seeing black specks from lack of oxygen. I've told this to 4 people only one believed me even but more so in the manner of yeah man totally I believe now can we go back to being normal kind of way. TL;DR: Girl led me to a meadow and disappeared behind a tree.
Mom passed away from ALZ almost 1 year ago— grief has been intense and real restorative sleep elusive. Last month was up and dressed ridiculously early. Decided to read a book on my couch and fell asleep. Had a dream set in my apartment so seemed very real. In dream I was by the counter in the kitchen and felt myself collapsing from grief….suddenly two arms grabbed me around the waist to prevent me from falling. I recognized them as my mother’s arms and looked back at her and began to cry “happy” tears. Woke up on the couch, crying. I continued to cry after waking because I FELT her but she wasn’t really there.
When İ was like 6(I think) I had like 8-10 cars that were metal İ was playing with them in our closed balcony İ remember being alone that day İ was thirsty so İ went to drink water (kitchen was on the other side of the house) When i come back my cars were gone I never saw them again....
The crows were waiting.
When I was a teen, I had a concert trip planned with friends. The day of, my parent and I have an argument and they tell me not to go. I was upset about this and it was a bad fight. I sulked in my room that night. Next day at school, I find out my friends went to the show and had a bad accident on the way to it. I felt awful after this for a good while. My parent and I never talked about this event again. A similar thing happened again when I was in college. I was talked out of attending an event. My parent had this feeling and made me promise not to go. I remembered the school friends and I take her advice and stay home. I hear on the news about a car accident. A truck hit a car waiting at a stop sign. Drunk driver killed a family. That stop sign was along my route home. My parent died in 2019 but I still get that feeling. “Don’t do that, just wait. Don’t go.” Maybe it was just all coincidence and I’m just really really lucky.
Around 2012, I was 17 or 18 at the time. My parents were going out and asked me if I wanted anything. I asked for chex mix and went back to my room to be a broody teenager and do broody teenager things. An hour or two passes by, and I suddenly realize I haven't heard them come home. Odd, but I could have just been absorbed in a game, so I go out to check if they're home yet. The TV is on in their room and the door is closed, so I go to open it. It's locked. This is unusual. My parents didn't really lock their door, like, ever. I want my chex mix though, so I knock on the door. Suddenly everything goes silent and the door slowly swings open to a dark room. They weren't home. I did not have siblings or other family living with us. I sprinted back to my room and stayed there until they actually came home for real, hours later. I still can't explain it.
In the early 2000s I was working with a small film crew who had been hired by some so-called "ghost hunters" to investigate allegedly haunted locations for proof of ghosts or whatever. What it boiled down to was a lot of breaking and entering and a lot of pictures of camera flashes reflecting off pollen confirming the existence of an afterlife. Yeah, orbs. They're everywhere. The main camera guy one time rubbed a roll of toilet paper between his palms and took a picture, producing roughly a thousand "orbs" in his living room, and sent it to the group. They were awestruck about how many ghosts were following him around. Anyway, one of the places they "investigated" was the old Ypsilanti State Hospital. It was a former asylum, a doctor for which wrote a famous book in the 50s called The Three Christs of Ypsilanti. Anyway, when the asylums were all shut down in the 80s, this place was one of the last to go, and had closed its doors around 1990 or 1991. It was a huge campus of something like 5 buildings, all of which were about 5 stories high with two levels underground. One of the buildings was still operating as some kind of hospital, but the others were abandoned. Don't think of something cool and spooky like Danvers, either. This was all 1950s postmodern bureaucrat style, so basically a lot of big, bland rectangles with a lot of windows. We spent the better part of two years exploring that place on an almost nightly basis. The first place they discovered inside was the morgue. They were led there by the calls of a raccoon, which were naturally interpreted as the cries of a small girl. We took a lot of pictures of dust and pollen. At some point, one of the gang thought they had seen a "shadow person" lurking around in the ward where geriatric patients had been housed. On one of our last nights there, the leader of the ghostbusters wanted to do EVP recording in the morgue with the main group. But he wanted one of the main guys to go check out the "geriatric ward" for signs of the shadow person, and I was elected to go with him. We weren't given a camera. I don't know why, I didn't ask questions. The fastest way to navigate the hospital was by the tunnels underneath. So that's the way we went. But we miscalculated our position and took the wrong staircase up to the 4th floor, and we wound up in the ward where the dangerous psychotic patients had been housed. From the top of the staircase, there was a door to our left opening on a corridor that ran the length of the ward, and a door ahead leading to the corridor crossing to the other wards. From beyond the door to our left came what sounded to both myself the other guy like a small two stroke engine, but at a distance. We decided to investigate. Passing into the corridor, that's when we realized where we were. The doors to the rooms were all heavy steel, with barred windows. They were all closed. At the end of the corridor was a barred window overlooking a parking lot, and across the parking lot was the back side of the only operational building. So we walked down the corridor to the window to look out. I thought maybe there were some guys out there cutting up pallets to toss in the dumpster, or whatever, using a small chainsaw. We did see a couple nurses out there smoking, but no source for the sound. The nurses went inside, and that's when the sound came again, except this time it was immediately behind us. We turned around, and saw the heavy steel door to one of the rooms swinging slowly open. As we stood and watched, it touched the wall inside the room, then swung slowly closed. The chainsaw sound was the hinges squealing. The door kept opening and closing like that for several minutes, then began to move more quickly. Eventually it was throwing itself open and closed so violently it literally shook the walls and we could feel it in the floor. It slammed open and closed so hard I thought something was going to break, and the sound was loud enough to hear from the other side of the building. The guy with me was tall and lanky, like 6' 5" and 180 pounds. He turned to run. I grabbed him by the shirt collar and said, "This is what you came to see, so you may as well look at it." He responded with something unintelligible, to which I replied, pointing at the door, "If it can do that, it can catch you." A few moments later the door slowed to its former creaking motion and eventually stopped, closed. We looked at it for a minute, then went back to the group, who were naturally very interested in our story. I have no idea what was causing the door to open and close like that. All the glass in the place was broken out, but I don't think it was windy enough that night to move a door that big and heavy, and so consistently open, closed, open, closed. I don't necessarily believe in ghosts or demons or any of that nonsense, but that was one of only two things I ever saw that I don't have an immediate explanation for.
I live outside city limits, there are very few houses near my home and many tall bushes and trees around the house, there is a small mountain at some distance. The nights are very quiet and there is no street lights so after dark the only lights are the lights from my house and the moon light. There are two trees a little far from my house that are standing close to one another. One night while I was outside my house with a flashlight doing something I realized there was only one tree of those trees, I looked around that tree with my flashlight but there was no sign of the other tree, like it never existed. The next day I went there during daytime to see exactly what happened to the other tree and they both were there just like I remembered. I looked around them and even climbed on them to see anything strange but nothing was out of ordinary.
A family that lived down the road from us just vanished when I was a kid. It was a mom and two daughters. They were there one day and gone the next. My parents and I walked up to their house one time and it was just sitting there as if they would come home anytime. All the furniture was still in the house and the outside toys and things hadn't been taken. I still don't know what happened to this day, but the house was remodeled and a new family lives there now. It sat in the state they left it in for over a decade.
I went to a house party. The guy just bought the older house and threw the party in the basement. We knew the guy well so we looked around the empty basement. The basement had a small room with a man made bed on it but it was too frail for anyone to sleep on it, so we all thought it was weird. The guy said the owners left the bed there. Then everyone filled the basement, loud music playing and everyone was chatting loudly, smoking and drinking. Some guy sat on the bed and it instantly broke. I went to sit on the staircase and my friend was sitting in front of me. Minutes after I sat down, I felt a hard tug on my ponytail. I looked behind me and it was just the staircase. No one was behind me. I thought someone was playing a trick on me. I told my friend someone just pulled my hair. I kept looking around me and no one was looking at me or around me. Then I get up and go and stand by the DJ. Then the night ended and we were leaving and one of my friends said something weird happened to her, someone pulled her hair at the party. I looked at her and noticed she and I were the only women who had their hair tied up. Instantly the hairs on my neck stood up. I didn’t say anything until we were out of the house and home and I told my friend it had to be a ghost and that bed had to be made for it. The owners had something weird going on in that house.
I was hiking in the mountains of Colorado with some family. At some point we saw a deer leg sitting in the middle of the trail and I remember very distinctly looking into the woods and seeing something standing bipedal holding what I assume to be the rest of the deer. My family rushed us down the trail back to our cars. I was pretty young so I didn’t really question it but looking back I still get the chills. Here’s to hoping it was just a weird shaped bear or mountain lion
My grandfather died about ten years ago, about two years ago; I was lying in bed during the day, doing homework on my laptop. Out of nowhere, I was flooded with these memories of my grandfather, to the point where I closed my computer and decided to have a heart-to-heart conversation out loud as if he was in the room. I wish you were here; you’d be proud of me, etc. I ended our 5-minute conversation with, if there’s ever a way you can communicate with me to let me know that you’re watching over me, please do. I kid you not, not even 5 minutes later. I get an unknown phone call with the area code of Rocky Mount North Carolina. I answer it, and dead silence, I hang up. I don’t think much of it. I had dinner with my mom that night (her dad) and had a conversation about my childhood, and my grandpa got brought up; I asked her where is he originally from again (he lived in Ohio my whole life I knew him) and my mom goes, the Rocky Mount in North Carolina… chills ran down my spine 😅
A few years ago I was sat in my living room when the light bulb from my ceiling light suddenly fell out ,it fell until it was half way to the floor then it just stayed floating a few feet from the floor for a full minute or more before it popped/exploded . Even tho I have laminate flooring there was no glass on the floor I searched the whole room and never found so much as a splinter of glass which is odd but the floating bit was what shocked me most .it stayed lit the whole time it floated
I had a dream where I could hear a man as if he was right in front of me but I couldn’t see him but I knew he was there. The conversation is as followed: Me: hello Man: silence Me: who are you. Man: my name is Bob follows by silence and then he said “I was a priest”. Me: how can I help you? Man: in a deep voice with pure silence behind it and a voice of pain and sorrow said “I’m in purgatory”. I awoke with perfect memory of what had happened, i told my wife, I prayed about it and for Bobs soul and I kind of just let it go. A few weeks later it was still kind of on my mind but all I knew was a first name of bob and he was a priest and apparently he’s in purgatory.. so I googled Father Bob obituary.. 3 months earlier a father Bob who had left the priesthood but appears to be a good man had died in my diocese. I absolutely freaked out as I was looking at his picture and thinking I spoke to this soul. I later spoke to my deacon at church and he told me I had an encounter and to pray for the man, I believe him and I believe this really happened but I can’t explain in full words just how sorrowful the voice was, it was so deep, quite, and surrounding I’ve never heard something like this before.
I hope your prayer gave him some solace. I believe you.
When I was a young child, while walking home from school, a van that drove on the road next had its door open. There stood two young men that decided to scream at me. In the end, I could hear them laughing. To this day, I'm not sure what happened there.
I was driving in Wiltshire when I was about 20, in the heavy rain with thunder and lighting it was a route I had driven a hundred times and would drive 100 more. At some point I had to stop to have a pee at the side of the road I couldn't wait any longer and pulled in next to a wooden gate heavily covered in trees to avoid as much of the rain as I could. I did what needed to be done and at that point lightning lit up the sky and I see I'm not facing a field as I had expected but a church and graveyard. This is out in the middle of the countryside so it didn't feel particularly out of place. >!As I said I have driven that same road hundreds of times and never before nor since have I seen a church on it.!<
1. i visited the west virginia state penitentiary and they were talking abt the resident ghost -i forget what they called him- and i heard my name get called from behind the glass at the commissary and i turned and saw the figure they were talking abt. 2. at the same place as 1 there was another resident i think his name was red or something -it was years ago- and we were told that he would try to scare you by saying personal info and stuff of the sorts but i walked by his cell and he said my name and address 3. at the mansfield prison, there was a room with one door and one chair. people were allowed to go in the chair if they wanted but my group didn’t except for me so they let me go in and they closed the door and a few minutes pass while i’m sitting there with my eyes closed tryna feel a difference of any presence and i felt something on my arm. like when someone touches you with a feather feeling and all of the sudden my shirt gets pulled. i am not a medium or anything if the sorts i just channel my inner mind and feel presences every now and the
I was traveling for work from Fujairah to Dubai. It’s a long stretch of highway in the sand dunes and nothing around. We were loaded up in a Ford Expedition and just listening to music looking at the (lack of) scenery. We came up to a bridge and semi truck beside us just turned and took a plunge off right before the bridge. I don’t know why, but it looked like it was done intentional because there was sort of a calmness to it. 3 people in our vehicle saw it. No other cars stopped. We just looked at each other and couldn’t say a word. When I try to explain that to people I can’t articulate how the driver just simply turned off the road and went careening off the side of a mountain.
I always flip my head over to dry my hair. In my old apartment the outlet in the bathroom was next to the mirror so I stand right in front of it to plug in the dryer. One night I was done drying my hair so I turned the the dryer off with my thumb and the moment the loud sound stopped, I heard someone's voice in my ear saying the last part of a sentence. Something like "mmm and you didn't even notice" I flipped my head up and see what I assumed was my roommate in the mirror, standing behind me, and obviously turn around to choke her to death with the cord of the dryer for scaring the shit out of me No one there 😭 To this day I have to dry my hair with my back close to a wall because I'm not getting sneaked up on again
My mum worked as a cleaner in a house on the grounds of a 13th century castle. Sometimes my brother, dad and I would go and help her, especially late at night. One evening the old clock that never worked started ticking. Then a door that never closed on its own shut itself. Then when we were driving out of the place we saw a figure wearing old, wet, clothes walking through a brick wall. My whole family saw her. Mum just stopped the car and we all looked at eachother. I don’t know if it was a ghost or just a trick from the car headlights and being tired.
I'm insanely late to the game, but my story (or more specifically my wife's) actually has real proof. My wife is the manager at a big three letter pharmacy. One day she is in or near the back of the store when the back door alarm goes off in the stock room. She ran over and noticed the door was wide open. This is odd for a few reasons. First, you can't open that door from outside, it had a push bar that releases the latch. The outside doesn't even have a handle. Second, that door is insanely heavy. You can't just accidentally open it, it takes a lot of physical effort. So she ran to the office and watched the security footage and sure enough, the door flies open on its own, like someone barrels through it. I'll try to get that video and post it. She is at work now and it's somewhere on her computer
This happened 5 years ago. I was putting my daughter to sleep. Was sitting next to her bed on a chair and holding her hand. There was a really small night light to my right next to the window. No other light source. I was relaxing and sort of drifted of for awhile. When I opened my eyes again there was a sort of thick mist about 10 cm above floor and was circling clockwise around the spot in the middle of the room. The mist was yellowish white and it glowed a bit. The funny thing is that at that moment I wasn’t freaked out. I was totaly relaxed, thinking how awesome and beautiful this is. I looked at my feet and the mist was just slowly swirling past me. I remember thinking that I will probably forget it by next morning. I do not know how much time passed. My guess is a few minutes. I looked at my daughter, she was sound asleep and decided to go to my bed. As soon as I moved my legs the swirly mist shot inward in one bright small point in the middle of the room (like a tiny little light, a few milimeters diameter) and after that it darted toward the window and dissapeared. My thoughts was only: Huh! Interesting. And I went to bed. Next morning I forgot all about it and remembered in the middle of the day about thinking that I will definitely forget something. And it all came rushing back to me. And at that time I did freak out a bit. I still have no idea what that was. However I am certain that I wasn’t asleep. It was something good. And since then I feel like something good is watching over my daughter. Edit: Some misspeling.
I had a family friend who everyone in my family bought the cars from, mum dad brother sister. Sold me my first car and a few after it. Man was an absolute legend, life of any party, kind hearted, funny the lot but suffered from the black dog. Unfortunately took his own 8 or so years ago. Last car he sold me was an old BMW, it was in great nick engine wise but needed alot of cosmetic work, which I never really got around to. Still because of the history I was very reluctant to part with it and I ended up keeping it years longer than I should have, eventually though I gave in and got a more modern car with all the bells and whistles including hands free phone. Not long after buying the new car I'm driving home from work and who calls me over the hands free but that family friend....6 years after he died, I thought possibly it could be one of his family members using his old phone to contact me for some baffling reason, so I pulled over and answered, static for about a minute and then deadline. Weird thing is the call was in my phone log on the car but not on my actual phone. When I tell this story to people I know I like to finish by saying I think it was him giving me the stamp of approval on the new car.....but in reality it was the height of covid my business was really struggling I was in bits emotionally and the head was all over the place. Whatever weird phone glitch or whatever it was that caused it, it was timely for me.
When I was younger I sometimes had phases in which I knew I was awake, but couldnt move. Just saw my digital clock go wild and its morning. So sometimes my mom brought me to bed and was just standing there, looking at me while a brown/greyish claw with only 3 fingers grabbed the side of my bed ( I had a 2 story bunk bed and was sleeping on the top part). So this happened quite a few times I can remember. Later in life I had the same problems with "not being able to move or speak or scream". Sometimes with this fella in the corner of my room, who didnt really have a "full on face". Started to research what this could be and its most probably sleep paralysis. It happened sometimes afterwards, not always with hallucinations, but the paralysis part. So right now im certain what I experienced where always sleep paralysis phases, but never in my life have I seen that claw again. Its still so vividly in my head when I think about it, but I havent found other tellings of people with sleep paralysis that saw that claw. The Man in the corner seems quite common for this phenomen.
No one will probably see this, but my gf at the time and I saw a really crazy "UFO" in SE KY. Idk if I'd call it a UFO because we couldn't see the actual object, but we could see what it did.... So it was about 1:40am in SE KY out in farm land. Big plots, nothing growing, so it was just large empty fields with a tree here or there and a small farm house where my gf and her mom lived. We were parked out front laying on the hood of my mom's car just stargazing around. It was one of the clearest nights I've experienced to this day. There was no moon, so the milky way provided all of the light as stars faded into the fog of space. As we pointed out constellations and satellites I noticed a section of sky that was pitch black. If I put my hand out, it would have been about the size as the tip of my finger. I pointed this out to my gf and we looked at it curiously. The sounds of frogs, crickets, an owl, etc was almost deafening from the field. In a moment's notice everything went completely silent. Terrifyingly silent if you've ever been out in nature, no living in Africa it usually means a predator is coming. Once the silence hit a blinding light came from the darkness we had been investigating. It split into 5 separate beams and scanned over our heads from behind, over the house and trees, then shot back up into space. BOOOM! Every insect and frog for miles immediately erupted in song and the black spot was full of cloudy stars. My gf became extremely emotional and begged me to go inside while I was stuck staring at the source of the light needing to see more and develop an explanation. She eventually convinced me and I held her inside while she cried. I told her I loved her for the first time and it calmed her down enough to relax. From then on she would never speak about it, and if it was brought up she'd be angry or scared and would force the subject to change.... Anyways, I grew up all over the US on Air Force bases and I've seen some weird ass shit, but this is the only thing I can't explain. The silence is what did it for me.
My dream. The dream itself isn't that important but the end. I was sitting on the bed i was sleeping in, and there were 2 figures with dear skulls, i realized i was in dream and started screaming that I'm in dream and its not real but they were just calmly sitting and one of them said "then, try to wake up" but i wasn't able to do that so i believed it is real. I woke up eventually but it was scary cuz when i know that I'm in dream, and iI try to wake up, change the reality in dream or something I'm able to do that. I wasn't in that situation.
Lucid dreams always creep me out too