Humans have come a long way trying to explain things that seem mysterious to them. Once we believed that solar eclipses are gods’ way to show humans their anger, but now we know that it’s just the Moon covering the Sun. But there are still so many things for us to discover and find out—because there are so many things people see and can’t explain. They even may tell others what they witnessed and nobody believes them because it seems so unlikely, or they will believe them but fail to find a logical explanation.
These kinds of stories sometimes get really creepy and scary, but nonetheless they are so interesting because those experiences are quite rare. Reddit user Tiny_Map5886 was also interested in this topic and asked people, “What's something you can swear you saw but no one is believing you?” Some stories are quite entertaining and have a satisfying end as it turns out, they did see what they saw, but others are just plain scary.
If you have ever seen something that nobody believes you did, share it in the comments and upvote the stories that you would believe!
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I live in Kenosha Wisconsin(in between Milwaukee and Chicago) and have seen a mountain lion twice in the area. Everyone just stares at me when I tell them lol
Also I’ve seen a BMW with the turn signal on but only once.
Kept telling my mom and sister I was seeing UFOs. Kept happening really regularly and frequently. Eventually I got them all to come outside because it was about time for one to show up. And it did.
It was a stealth bomber being test flown, long before the public announcement about them went out or any pics were leaked.
Blew all of our minds.
as long as you could not identify it, it was technically an "unidentified flying object"
I’m (31F) from Northern Ireland and this happened about 10 years ago. As I walked my dog, I suddenly felt like I was being watched. I looked around and quickly noticed a grey wolf slowly walking through the field I was beside, staring right at me with a mangled rabbit in its mouth. We were both walking in the same general direction. It looked huge, around 5 feet or so. It stared in such a predatory way I was terrified that it was going to come for us. It was about 15 meters away with a pretty pathetic fence between us, and we both just stood there frozen for about 10 seconds staring at each other. Eventually I picked up my (small) dog and backed away while watching it, I didn’t know what the hell to do. When it was nearly out of sight and still hadn’t moved, I turned and ran. I told my dad who didn’t seem to believe me but said I should call animal welfare, and they didn’t take it seriously at all, I never heard back from them. We don’t have wolves here so I have no idea what the heck happened. I Google it every few years and did read something about people managing to get wolves as pets and then releasing them when they got too big to keep or something, so I wonder if that’s what happened. But I always see a look of worried disbelief when I tell someone!
Edit: This was in the middle of the day so I could see it very clearly. Definitely didn’t look anything like an Irish Wolfhound, and we own large dog breeds (as well as the small I was walking), and it didn’t seem anything like a large dog. The closest breed I saw mentioned was the Northern Inuit, but more grey.
But it was much bigger with a wild, predator-like temperament. Honestly if I hadn’t seen it walking while staring, I might have wondered if I was just seeing things.
I saw a few comments mentioning a wolf sanctuary in Ireland and when I looked that up, this is the closest to what I saw! The town I was in is pretty small and not anywhere near any of the sanctuaries/zoos. I was also in a residential area—a row of houses on one side of me, the field on the other, so it still feels really random.
Edit 2: Someone has let me know that a grey wolf escaped approximately around the same time that this happened, from Tyrone which is only about 40-45 miles away from where I was! So it is seeming likely that someone was trying to keep it in captivity and it escaped. I’m not crazy, hurray!
Bravo! Finding out you’re not crazy is always such a relief. I say this 100% sincerely.
I have clear and distinct memories from when I was still in diapers and a crib. No one in my family believed me until I described the EXACT layout of my room at the time, bed and dressers included. We don’t have any photos of this room, so this isn’t a false memory situation like my brother said. I even described a time my mom gave me cough medicine in a Mickey mouse spoon from before I could even talk.
It’s weird because my short term memory is trash, but my long term memory is absolutely unreal.
Most people don’t remember things from their infancy because they don’t have the words they need to cement it in their memory, but you clearly work more visually than most of us. Are you an artist, perchance?
Here’s hoping this all fits.
Used to work health care. Specifically, dementia palliative care. Palliative meant that people had a certain amount of time to live, and usually declined pretty quickly. To put it nicely: dementia residents came to me to be cared for while they died.
I worked night shift, 11pm-7am. I’ve seen and heard dead residents at night, watched living residents talk to an empty room, and then mention they were talking to someone who died long before they ever came into my care, someone they had never met.
My coworkers believe me, but no one else ever has.
When my grandmother was palliative she would reach out to an empty chair like she wanted to take the 'persons' hand? It was only on the last day she was alive, we figured either my grandfather or her sister had come to help her pass away
6 years ago I went through 10 surgeries for a badly broken leg. During one of the surgeries early on, I have distinct memories of waking up and hearing, seeing and smelling several minutes of the surgery. I also remember a nurse looking me in the eye and then telling someone I was awake. I then passed back out, presumably due to more anesthesia. No one believes me that this happened. I’m now terribly afraid of surgery and hope I never have to enter another operating room.
I think I had a collision problem once. Was about to take a shower and stuck my arm in to feel the water. But the water just...didn't connect. It went right through my arm, no temperature or splashing or anything.
Here's the weird s**t. I wasn't by myself. I called my wife in and she watched the same thing happen. Her arm acted normally, got wet and warm. Kept putting my arm in the stream and it didn't interact with the water at all, was like it wasn't there.
We tried water from the sink, and that was fine, I could touch that. I poked a bunch of other random s**t too, no changes. Wife put her arm beneath mine and said she could feel the water hitting her arm, like mine wasn't even there. Then at one point I stuck my arm in and it was just...fixed? Everything worked normally. We hadn't changed anything.
My wife hates talking about it because people always grill her with questions and explanations
I live in a rural community in Canada. My sister came to see me once and swore up and down that she saw a zebra grazing in the fields. I made fun of her for a couple of years about how the zebra roam the north pole and how Santa has zebra instead of reindeer. She was really starting to doubt herself but stuck to her guns.
Well, I was driving one day and lo and behold, a f*****g zebra grazing in the field. Turns out a zoo sometimes lets them roam around there.
When I told my sister she felt vindicated.
Edit: Since this has come up a lot. This was near between Orangeville, and Arthur. And was about 10 years ago.
Friend of mine had some family from europe visiting him in the Toronto area. They wanted to see "Canadian Wildlife" so he drove them around the country a bit. They were asking if it was really possible to see moose or bears, a little skeptically. He said probably not this close to the city, but it was possible. Five minutes later a giraffe ran across the road head of them. Turned out it had gotten loose from a safari park thing. I hope they don't still have those.
My Betta fish disappeared out of a covered tank. And then reappeared in front of my eyes.
If you can imagine: This tank is clear plastic on all sides, including the bottom. There's nowhere to hide when it's empty. The only thing not transparent is the metal lid. Betta fish are known to hide, so I didn't worry about not seeing him for a couple days, but on day 3 I got worried, so I took the heater and filter out. Checked the inside of the filter. Took the plants out. Took the hides out. No fish.
Nothing in the tank but water and glass rocks now, so I started scooping the rocks out, thinking he may have gotten trapped under there and died. Pretty soon I'm staring at a tank with nothing but water in it. No fish.
I figure there's no way he's still alive so I start scooping the water out. It's about 3/4 full when suddenly my fish does one of those fishy slow-turns in the dead center of the tank. There he was. It wasn't, like, I turned away and then back and my fish was there. No, I was staring at the tank, and I quite literally saw him swim back into existence. One second he wasn't there, the next he was.
I moved him to a smaller bowl for a few days to keep an eye on him. Covered the top with perforated plastic wrap to ensure no jumping. He disappeared from the bowl a couple days later and never came back. Have owned several Betta fish, and I can honestly say no other fish has ever dimension hopped out of a tank since.
I stayed over a church friend’s house when I was 8ish. He said he had a little sister but my parents and I never saw her at church or anything. My Mom said it was probably imaginary.
At night I walked in the wrong room and saw a teenage girl in a crib, dressed like a baby.
I told my Mom, I told my friends, I told whoever I could but no one believe me.
Not something I saw, something I felt and heard. I was struggling to sleep one night, lying in bed feeling wired and irritable when I felt pressure lift from the bed on my partner's side. I assumed he'd got up to go to the bathroom (I was facing the opposite way so I didn't see him do this) a few minutes go by and I hear him come back into the room and feel him get back in bed, nothing strange about that.
Lying there still frustrated the same thing happens again, a lift of pressure, some rustling sounds like a person trying to navigate a dark room, an absence of sound for a few moments and then the sensation of weight on the bed again. Still not thinking much of it, because it wasn't an obvious cause for concern, I continue trying to fall asleep. Then it happens again. And again. And again.
I wasn't too into the idea of asking him if he was ok as we had a ridiculous argument that night and I was pretty pissed off with him, so I just ignored it. But then... Then it sounded like he had got up and was simply pacing around the room clumsily, I could hear things on the shelves being touched and slightly moved and hands gently brushing against walls, and then I felt the bed suddenly dip in a concentrated spot of the mattress as though he had stood on it. This carries on for I don't know how long, rustling, pressure on the bed and so on until I snap. I sit bolt upright, turn around and say "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" to see my partner waking up from a very deep sleep and looking confused.
I told him what had happened and he said he'd been asleep next to me the whole time, which was pretty obvious to see him in his very sleepy state, plus he would have had mere seconds to jump into bed without me noticing in the time it took me to sit up and turn around. I somehow fell asleep that night feeling confused and as though eyes were on me.
And in a typical cheesy haunted house fashion, I get a call from my mum the next morning telling me my uncle had died the night before.
When I was 12, I stayed with my great aunt while my mother and brother ran to the grocery to get lunch stuff. She took me into her basement and "introduced" me to her husband. Her long dead husband. Who's remains were in a ziploc in a file drawer, neatly filed. She made a big deal about how she bought a brand new box of ziplocs for him instead of reusing one. She was all about the frugality, my great aunt.
No one believed me until after she died. When my mother and aunt found the cremains in the ziploc in the file drawer.
My Dad passed away from Cancer when I was 7 years old. My parents asked me if I wanted to be there when he died and I said no. My parents arranged for me to go to their best friends house to sleep over the night after I had said my goodbyes as he was fading away. That night he did pass and I experienced something that I cannot explain. I remember this vividly, I was fast asleep and I wake up bolted upright at 11:50pm like I was pulled awake and I knew immediately that he had died right then. I had this really strange sense of calm and acceptance and I felt my Dad’s presence like he was saying goodbye. Later I asked my Mom when he died and told her that story and it shook her hard, it happened. A few years later she took me to a clairvoyant who afterwards said I was a clairvoyant too. My mother is a highly intelligent lady, women of science and to my knowledge didn’t tell this lady a thing. A few years later I’m sitting on the couch after school with my sister watching TV and I get that same feeling again and immediately know that my Mom has been involved in a car accident and I told my sister right away like I didn’t have a choice I just said it. I was right she had been in a car accident at that exact time. This was before cell phones and I had no way of knowing, no communication with my Mom. Two events where I knew without a doubt that events had occurred when I had no logical way of knowing. It hasn’t happened since and I have no explanation whatsoever for either of them.
I seem to know things that in theory I shouldn't know. I can remember 5 different phone calls when as soon as it rang I knew who it was and that they were calling to let us know about someone who had died. I also knew the sex of various babies before they were born and also knew when their mums were in labour.
When I was a kid I ate some of my grandmother's heart medication and nearly died. Was rushed to the hospital to have my stomach pumped and I have a memory of looking down at myself on the hospital bed with my mom and hospital staff around me. It still is one of the only things I've had happen that I cannot explain and no one I've told this story to believes me at all, even my super religious aunt said it was my imagination.
Astral projection: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Astral_projection. This is the sort of thing that I would normally scoff at, but it once happened to me when I was in my late teens.
When I was a kid, between the ages of 4 and 8, I would see a guy in my house. He would stand in the same spot in the same room looking at me, and my family couldn't see him. I'd cry and scream and would refuse to go near him, but nobody else ever saw him.
I'm someone who believes in logic and the laws of the universe so this really throws me off, I struggle to believe it myself but I vividly remember this person, this ghost if you wish. Even now, I remember his face. I explained this to someone the other day and I felt so silly, I sounded like I was making it up!
While I proclaim I don’t believe in ghosts, I worked in a very old movie theater in San Francisco, and one evening after we’d closed, the manager and I were doing a walk-through in the auditorium looking for left-behind items (sweatshirts were common) to put in the lost-and-found box behind the counter, and as I walked out the auditorium door, there was a slight puff of wind and something whispered in my ear “Mary Rose”. It was so frigging creepy!
Ball lightning. There was a glowing white ball in the sky, like nothing I've ever seen. It flew around, maneuvered a bit. I turned my head to reach for my camera. When I looked back, it immediately went behind a cloud and disappeared.
There was no lightning that day. The weather was rather fair and nice. It lasted for about a minute. Was really interesting.
I've shared this on reddit before, but once I was driving through Utah on a 2 lane highway all alone, in the middle of the day and I passed by what I thought was a wolf, and wanted to snap a picture to send to my father, as that was his favorite animal. I was looking at it in mY rear view mirror, and it looked really mangy and diseased, but was looking right back at me. I watched it lift its front paw off the ground, and it waved at me with a five fingered, human f*****g hand before placing it back on the ground, once again a paw. I have never, ever gone as far over the speed limit as i did when I sped tf off.
I saw a dude standing next to my truck with an unnaturally wide smile. I was on highway 49 east right outside Greenwood, MS. I heard hail hit my truck a few times so I pulled over expecting a tornado. I was grabbing my backpack getting ready to bail out for the ditch. I turn back to the driver side window to check my mirror and this guy was just standing there. Smiling. It scared me so bad I just slammed the truck in drive and got out of there.
I saw my uncle fall from the roof as he was escaping a house fire. He was able to get inside the car and take off but not before the house toppled over on top of the car. After a few minutes he appeared out of the smoke, limping away. I distinctly remember running back to my house (right next door) to tell my mom about what had just happened.
We go outside and nothing. No fire, no smashed car, no house falling over.
I dunno wtf 5 year old me was smoking but I had the hardest time processing what had just happened or not happened. My mom was so angry with me for coming up with such a awful lie about her little brother.
Til this day, 27 years old now, I can't explain what, why, or how I saw what I saw but I very much remember terrifying feeling I felt during and afterwards.
Mom thinks I must've fallen asleep playing outside and woke up from a nightmare and panicked but whatever it was it feel too real.
I’ve had dreams that when I wake up I’m surprised to find I was sleeping because it seemed so real.
On the bike path a man riding a beach cruiser one handed, no shirt but wearing a huge sombrero, carrying a fawn cradled in his other arm.
When I was living with my parents, our small dog jumped straight up onto the kitchen counter. It was super high, but he made it. He only did it once and I witnessed it, but my family calls BS every time I say it really happened.
I was searching for my dog. I have small garden with big fence around, and she was nowhere in house. Took me hour of searching until through the window I see my dog laying perfectly comfortable on sun on glass top garden table as high as normal dining table. Glass top. 30 kilo Stafford. With both sided dysplasia... I have no clue how she got there, never saw her jumping but chairs were under the table perfectly fitting so couldn't go on chair and than on the table. I was freaked out but happy she was ok... Dogs are strange 😊.
A few years back I saw a capybara in my front yard (in Alabama). NO ONE believed me because by the time I came back with my phone he was gone.
The best I got was a, “I guess it might have been a capybara” after a local man was found to have his own exotic animal collection less than three miles away.
Other animals I saw in that yard: an emu and two bison.
I must have lived pretty close to that dude’s land.
Edit to add: it was def a capybara. I watched it for several minutes and estimated it’s weight somewhere around 100-130lbs . Dude also had a panther escape in the area which brought in state wildlife officials.
Myself from several feet away. I was very very tired and I was walking up the steps at my house. I remember watching myself from an angle that wouldn't have been possible. But I remember it clear as day.
I have never mentioned this before to anyone. Scene: EPCOT in Orlando, on the brick walkway between a walk-thru part with stores and such on either side and the part leading up to The Land. Date: June 2008. I was with my pregnant wife. Huge storm rolls in, black clouds, about to pour, when there was this unearthly deafening sound and bright light exploded. I opened my eyes and I was standing 30 feet or more away back under the covered walkway, unharmed. My wife said I had been standing right beside her, then I wasn't. It was too far to have run in the brief second of the explosion (I assume a lightning strike). Swear this happened as well as I could tell it.
You’re lucky to be alive, dude! I read a fascinating book by someone who was struck by lightning, and it really messed up her neural pathways. I went online to find the title and met with no success, but it’s out there.
I have very vivid memories of my great grandfather. I distinctly remember which room he lay in for months while being cared for by his family and what the layout of the room was like. I also have a memory of playing with him and him talking to me while I was being fully aware that he had cancer in the latest stages and understood that he would probably die soon.
Thing is I only ever met him once in person and I was only 4 months old.
My family has pointed out that I knew facts about his appearance that I could not possibly have known because there are close to no pictures of him. (like a big scar he had across his chest from an operation)
I have no other memories from my early childhood. (In fact my memory about that time is so bad I don't even correctly recall things from my time in kindergarden.)
i have memories i cant explain from before i was 1. my moms cousin had a sea foam green colored house wen i was around 5 or 6 months wen i was 10 years old we went back to their house and i asked them if they painted their house a darker green. i hadnt been to their house since i was 5 or 6 months so how could i possibly kno that my family was stunned. i also remember how i got my first teddy bear at 3 months i correct my mom all the time and my grandma says that my version of the story is the correct one.
Was playing with my Cousin and a friend of ours outside. We were riding our bikes and had a bunch of fun, but couldn't explore that far from where I live l, since we were like 7 or 8 y/o.
As we were cheerfully cycling down a long road behind a parking garage near my apartment, I started to slow down as I was getting tired of it. Both of them were continuing to cycle down the road as they haven't noticed me being left behind yet.
You have to understand that the location of the road was right in between the parking garage (with 2 floors) and a fence which has only rails on the other side and was usually deserted. So once I stopped cycling, I could only turn tail or follow the road ahead.
After reaching my limit, I simply stopped my bike mid way after a while and tried to catch some breath. While doing so something caught my eye on the backstairs of the parking garage, I tried to get closer to check out what it was out of curiosity. But boy was that a mistake. I spotted a man who seemed kneel down behind a wall of the backstairs. Didn't seem suspicious at first, however after a closer look I saw what seemed like knife covered in blood. My body froze and all I could feel was fear that went through my body, which felt like it lasted for minutes. The man just started to catch on with me standing on road and began to slowly stand-up and face my direction. I was somehow able to get my brain back to process and bolted down the street with any power I had left in me.
After passing both my cousin and friend, as well as leaving a big distance to where I spotted him. I started to break down in tears and explaining what happened. No one would believe me, since they went back to check and found nothing strange. Got so traumatized from it, that I avoided the road until my mid teens.
Tldr; saw a man with a knife covered in blood behind a parking garage while cycling as kid and no one would believe.
When I was a kid I remember seeing a lady’s face in a doorway "grinning" at me, with what I assumed to be something brown covering her entire face and teeth. I would see her several times until we moved away when I was 5. Obviously my family didn’t see her but my mom got worried when I told her that I saw "the lady from the kiosk", which is what I called the lady after I dreamt of her falling down a flight of stairs in a small store not far from our house.
And I s**t you not, my mom told me a few months ago that in the same store I was dreaming of, a woman had fallen down a flight of stairs and had her face torn on the way down, apparently being covered in dried blood when she was found, hence my description of her. Imagine the look on my face when I heard that lmao
Also, apparently I kept talking to my mom about a man in the wall back then?? I don’t remember seeing a "man in the wall" but I do remember talking about him.
When I was little, maybe 7, the son of a lady who babysat my brother and I, cut his leg on our swing set. Green goo came out of his leg. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember the type of bolt it was, the cover is was missing to prevent cuts.
I’m a dentist now (taken gross anatomy, dissected a human body, routinely in the OR for resections of crazy head and neck tumors).
With the exception of gross infections, I’ve never seen green goo come out of someone. Let alone a healthy leg.
It will never make sense to me. Ever.
Dentists do not resect tumors unless they are also *surgeons*, just clarifying.
Once while in a drained pool, I heard a droning sound. It kept getting louder and louder, when a massive cloud of bees slowly flew overhead and into the distance.
When a beehive gets too crowded, a new queen is born and leads half of the hive to a new area to start a new colony.
In November of 2012, the day before the world was supposed to end, my buddy and I went up to the store to grab drinks. We no joke saw a full size airplane so low to ground we couldn't believe it. It was hovering above a street light and wasn't moving. Even weirder was when we got to the store as soon as we entered every single person we could see all turned their heads and started right at us, like we weren't supposed to be there. They stopped shortly after but damn was it the weirdest thing ever. Of course no one believes us.
I had one my mother verified as true. When I was a little girl in the 80s, my family had a condo with a postage stamp backyard. I remember going out there and seeing an "Indian Chief" riding by. Tall, dignified, long dark hair. For years I thought it was a dream. Turns out this old Native American lived with his kids a few miles away and liked to ride his horse and wave at the neighbor kids.
This has happened to me 4 times. But I managed to prove it for 2 of them. The other two are actually almost b the same thing. I was outside with my partner, brother and dad. I see a fire ball flying in the sky and then it exploded. I was the only one that saw it coz the others were too busy chatting. The next time I was camping and standing outside with my partner, our mate and his dad. We were chatting away and I see a fireball flying in the sky, I tried getting the others attention but by the time they looked up it had gone behind the cabins nearby. Everyone thinks I was seeing things.
How big were the fireballs and what color? I've seen a decent sized meteor/fireball streak across the sky and explode (way, way bigger than a shooting star, but not big enough to wake the whole city). It was bluish green. At first I thought it had to be an explosion from a chemical plant or something (except it was coming down instead of going up somehow...), but when I looked up what it could have been later, I found that fireballs from meteors are often blue/green. Apparently, they're quite common, but the average person never sees one. If you spend a lot of time in the wildenerness where you can clearly see the sky at night, you have a much greater chance, though. I would love to see one again. It was so beautiful.
Load More Replies...I have a few but my most recent: my grandma who I was very close to passed away about 3 years ago. One night I was sitting in my family room thinking about her and I suddenly smelled the overwhelming scent of her perfume. There's no way to explain it. Nothing of hers in the room with me and I was by myself. I just know it was her in the room. I felt her presence.
I get that with people who are still living. I'm honestly not sure what it is, could be supernatural, could be synesthesia, but it very rarely happens. something that's more frequent, if I'm really craving a food, then I can taste it,but sometimes the flavour is oddly different and I can't place why.
Load More Replies...I had one my mother verified as true. When I was a little girl in the 80s, my family had a condo with a postage stamp backyard. I remember going out there and seeing an "Indian Chief" riding by. Tall, dignified, long dark hair. For years I thought it was a dream. Turns out this old Native American lived with his kids a few miles away and liked to ride his horse and wave at the neighbor kids.
This has happened to me 4 times. But I managed to prove it for 2 of them. The other two are actually almost b the same thing. I was outside with my partner, brother and dad. I see a fire ball flying in the sky and then it exploded. I was the only one that saw it coz the others were too busy chatting. The next time I was camping and standing outside with my partner, our mate and his dad. We were chatting away and I see a fireball flying in the sky, I tried getting the others attention but by the time they looked up it had gone behind the cabins nearby. Everyone thinks I was seeing things.
How big were the fireballs and what color? I've seen a decent sized meteor/fireball streak across the sky and explode (way, way bigger than a shooting star, but not big enough to wake the whole city). It was bluish green. At first I thought it had to be an explosion from a chemical plant or something (except it was coming down instead of going up somehow...), but when I looked up what it could have been later, I found that fireballs from meteors are often blue/green. Apparently, they're quite common, but the average person never sees one. If you spend a lot of time in the wildenerness where you can clearly see the sky at night, you have a much greater chance, though. I would love to see one again. It was so beautiful.
Load More Replies...I have a few but my most recent: my grandma who I was very close to passed away about 3 years ago. One night I was sitting in my family room thinking about her and I suddenly smelled the overwhelming scent of her perfume. There's no way to explain it. Nothing of hers in the room with me and I was by myself. I just know it was her in the room. I felt her presence.
I get that with people who are still living. I'm honestly not sure what it is, could be supernatural, could be synesthesia, but it very rarely happens. something that's more frequent, if I'm really craving a food, then I can taste it,but sometimes the flavour is oddly different and I can't place why.
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