“Why Babysitter, What Did We Do Wrong?”: 30 Unresolved Mysteries People Doubt They’ll Ever Solve
Every family has some great memories, some secrets and some funny stories that will never be forgotten. If you ripped your pants while on vacation or burned Thanksgiving dinner one year, good luck living that down! But along with embarrassing and shameful moments, sometimes mysterious moments haunt us for the rest of our lives too...
Reddit users have recently been opening up about personal mysteries from their own lives that they've never been able to solve. From encounters they had decades ago to people in their lives mysteriously vanishing, we hope you enjoy reading through these confusing stories, pandas. And don't be afraid to do some detective work of your own!
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My sister and brother-in-law were having a really tough year, especially financially. On Christmas morning they woke up to extra presents for the ‘kids’ (teenagers), food in the fridge and a bag of coal for their living room fire.
It’s been about 10 years and they still don’t know where it came from, the kids are now adults and still believe it was Father Christmas.
(It’s not a mystery to me, I snook in and did it on Christmas Eve, but I love that’s it’s still not solved)
When I was a teenager I was lying in bed with headphones on listening to one of my playlists while drifting off to sleep. Next thing I remember I woke to someone very clearly whispering ‘wake up’ in my ear, I shot up looked around to an empty room and ran downstairs to tell my parents about my ghostly encounter. Spent years telling people about it when ghost stories would come up.
The mystery was finally solved when I was listening to that playlist again years later and it shuffled on to Sexual Healing by Marvin Gaye
Not so much an unsolved mystery, but extremely unusual for sure.
So it was 1997, I was in my second year of college, and coincidentally the college was near the seaside, so one lunch break me and a friend head down toward the seafront. Now, back then we didn't have mobile phones, and my friend needed to make a call, so we stopped at a phone box, which was situated by a pleasant green area with trees, shrubs etc. While he's making his call I decide now is a good time to chow down on that sandwich I'd purchased on route, one of those s****y prepackaged sandwiches you get in any supermarket meal deal.
As I open my sandwich I see an adorable little squirrel sitting on the low wall just opposite where I'm standing, so, as a lover of most things nature, I break a bit of sandwich off and toss it to the little guy, and he hurriedly accepts my gesture of goodwill, joining me in our lunchtime sandwich. All is good.
What comes next is quite simply an intrusion of personal space and daylight robbery. This cute little squirrel is actually a proper cheeky tosspot, who, at the speed of light, proceeded to jump off the wall, run at me, up my f*****g leg, around my torso and down my arm, then manages to bat the remainder of the sandwich out of my hand, before stopping for a second to look me dead in the eye like I was his b***h, before jumping off, and making away with the remainder of my lunch!
It all happened so fast, and I was so stunned I just kinda froze. My mate came out the phone box, oblivious to the recent heist and didn't believe a word of it when I told him (to be fair, I wouldn't have believed it either)
Growing up we always had a white doorbell with a black removable bezel. Very simple thing, nothing anyone would ever think about. It could have been 20 years old in the 70s.
I was 15 and coming back from school. Completely unremarkable, same routine as every school day.
The bezel was white.
I asked my parents if they'd changed it. They said it's always been white, what an I talking about.
And that's what freaked me out. And it freaked me out really badly. We had a black doorbell, not a white one. It was as much an incontrovertible constant as all of us having two hands, two thumbs, ten toes. Black doorbell.
Only "it's always been white".
I swear this isn't the universe I was born into. I slipped into a parallel universe that day where the only difference is the colour of my parents doorbell.
Found my birth father after learning he was also searching for me. I called the landline number I’d discovered. A man answered. Thinking it was him, I gave my name and confessed how thrilled I was after many decades. The man was a police offer. Guarding the home until the ME/funeral director arrived. I was beyond devastated. Gave my number to him hoping my fathers relatives would reverse charges and call. Thirty + years later, no-one has ever called. And without proof of accessible evidence, funeral home wouldn’t give me details. Plus we lived thousands of miles apart. Paid for his services and that was it. The smile on my face remains intact whenever I think of our limited memories together. Especially when the officer asked my hair color. He told me they’d discovered a very young childhood photo of me in his wallet with my name on the back and date. RIP Dad ❤️
Very sorry OP. May his soul rest in peace. At least you got a small form of closure. <3
I was in my final year of school, it felt like the summer would never end. Then I woke up and I’m almost 40. How?…
I can beat that - I was in my final year of school and went to sleep - woke up and my GRANDKIDS are in their 20's!!
I once went swimming in open water and got really bad cramp in my leg, my friends were a fair bit away from me on paddleboards. I can literally remember starting to go under and not be able to get myself back up, I started to really panic. I then swear I felt someone grab me and help me swim over to my friends, when I looked who it was it was my childhood football coach and he kept saying “oh dear we need to get you out the water, come on you’ll be fine”.
When I get to my friends they help me on the board and they help me back to shore. I’m not sure why I didn’t turn to say thanks to my football coach but we’re nearly back to shore when I ask where’s the guy who helped me out, and they told me I just swam to them myself and there was nobody there.
I don’t believe in ghosts or guardian angels, I don’t believe in god or anything paranormal at all. But to this day I still remember being dragged out the water and him helping me across. I guess it was just my brain freaking out and putting an old authority figure there to help me get back ok. But man what the hell, I definitely saw and felt someone there, the brains a powerful thing I guess.
I accidentally dropped my teddy and he went tumbling down some stairs into the cellar. Mum or dad went down to retrieve him and an arm was missing. Nowhere to be seen. Searched the cellar and the rest of the house, never found the arm of my beloved teddy. Still perplexed to this day.
Oh no, poor Teddy :( You know you have a really bad case of malicious haunting when the ghosts harm pets or plushies.
What the f**k was going on with *that* room in a 130-year-old house I once rented.
Back around '07/08 I lived with my then girlfriend in an 1890s terraced house in greater Manchester. Nice house, recently renovated, so it felt very modern even though it was over a hundred years old. But there was something off about the second bedroom at the back of the house.
It began as a vague sense of unease - when I went to the bathroom in the middle of the night, I just had a strong feeling that I shouldn't look in the direction of that room. So I'd go to and from the bathroom, taking care not to look over at the doorway. I thought it was just some silly quirk I was indulging. And then I told my girlfriend about it. I said, "Hey, so this is going to sound silly, but-' and she just put her hand up to stop me, and said, "It's the back room, isn't it?' Turned out she felt exactly the same way - a strange sense of not wanting to so much as glance at the back room in the middle of the night.
It got weirder.
My brother came to stay and we put him up in the back bedroom. We didn't mention anything to him about our unease about it. That first morning, I asked him how he'd slept, to which he replied that he'd had a horrible night, suffering from strange dreams before waking up in a cold sweat. "There's something weird about that room," he finished. One day, some time later, I walked past a bookshelf when a lever-arch folder - which had been lying on top of the bookcase for months - suddenly fell off and struck me on the shoulder.
But the strangest thing was still to come.
One night my girlfriend and I were just chilling in the living room watching TV when suddenly we heard this loud *crash* from the kitchen. It sounded like a load of plates and pots and pans and cutlery falling off the draining board onto the floor. I raced into the kitchen expecting to find a total mess. But there was nothing. Everything was exactly as it should be, exactly as we'd left it.
To this day I've never been able to figure out a rational explanation for that sound (which we both heard). There was a road to the front of the house, but the traffic on it was always pretty light and the noise definitely came from the kitchen, to the back of the house. The walls were really thick; in the two years we lived there we didn't once hear a peep from the neighbours on either side, so the sound can't have come through the walls. Nor could it have come from behind the house - I checked the back yard and it was empty, as were all the others on either side. There was no one there, nor any sign of anything that could have made such a loud noise.
Weird.
Oh! Yes! When I was 17 (so 1997), I was taking a class over the summer, so I didn't go to my grandparents house with parents and sister. One night, I was on the phone in my room, talking to my mom, and there was a huge crash from downstairs. Mom even heard it over the phone. So I told her I'm grabbing my bat, I'm gonna go check it. I'll call you back in five, call the cops if I don't. Best case, maybe the cat knocked something over and it broke a bunch of stuff. Nothing. Not a single thing was out of place, let alone broken. I still have no explanation.
My mother-in-law told her son, my brother-in-law, something important on her deathbed. It seemed to have shocked him and he said he would tell us what it was later. That was over twelve years ago and he hasn't contacted us since nor even responded to Christmas cards. He used to visit her grave on her anniversaries until about five years ago but has never been back. My wife (his sister) and I still wonder what was said and what became of him.
She said "Look shocked and tell them you will tell them what I said later. Then go no contact. It will be the best prank ever!"
“I left something special for you in my house” *guy goes to house to see gang of old ladies about to kill him*
Probably something like she had an affair and got pregnant, so the man who raised him, and who he called his father his entire life, wasn’t his father. Or that he was the result of a rape. That would shake anyone up to learn, and lead to them just not wanting to tell anybody about.
"you're adopted" or "your fathers name is XXX and you aren't related to your sister", or "I've got a savings account that is only for you at xxx".
She whispered "look shocked and tell them you will share it later. Keep them confused." And he did, because it was her last wish.
Okay so I get home from a shift i left at 7 in the morning ,and the fish tank was fine I get back at like 4 ish open the door my partner is out just me in the house , I hear a rumbling like plastic being rattled I look round the house trying to find the noise look at the fish tank and there is like 2 inches of water in there fish are nearly dead ( don't worry they survived) im like what the actual f**k where has my fish tank water gone ? Note there are no tubes or anything like that coming out the tank it was completely empty no cracks in the plastic nothing phone my missus in a panic she has no idea I search the around the stand and the floor nothing nothing . This freaks me out I quickly pour a few cups of water in , I didn't want to shock my fish with freezing cold water just enough for them to swim and breathe . I searched for a hour trying to find where 8 litres of water have gone no trace no spill no damp no puddles . I spent the next hour saying if there some one in here I will hurt you and call the police to this day mr and my missus get freaked out thinking about it . Where did it go
Somebody at school did a S**t the size of an arm; it was so absurdly big that the person who ‘discovered it’ ran into multiple classrooms (mid lesson) to get everyone to come to the Boys toilets and look at it… the fact no teacher bollocked him shows how justified they think he was in his amazement. By lunchtime word had spread to the whole school and dozens of students were now queuing up to get a glimpse of the ‘object’…. it was like Comic-Con with Ezra Miller; everyone was waiting in line to have their photo taken with a massive piece of s**t.
Speculation was rife as to who did it - with mainly the larger students and teachers falling foul of the ‘Depth Charge Detectives’. Despite the biggest man hunt since the ‘Who Shot Phil Mitchell’ saga of 2002; no one ever came forward and it remained the school’s biggest mystery since the ‘hands on’ PE teacher abruptly got fired.
We moved house in May. On one of the first days in the property, I put my airpod charge case down on the dining room table, went into the living room to dust and vacuum, came back 20 minutes later and it was gone. The only thing in the dining room was the table itself and a set of (empty) shelves. I was alone in the house, my husband was out for several hours picking up various other bits of furniture and boxes. I have, to this day, still not found the case.
Then, in June, I bought a new water bottle on the way to the gym, used it at the gym, came home and put it on the kitchen counter to wash and refill for the next day after dinner. Half an hour later when I came to do the washing up, it was gone. My husband had been with me the whole time. We were both totally perplexed. We’ve searched the house top to bottom multiple times over and still cannot find either of these items.
I lost quite a bit of weight so I bought myself a new "going out" outfit: new trousers (which were banging, btw), new suede top and new bra. Wore it once going out with hubby. End of night, changed into nightgown, threw clothes on floor. Got up next morning and they were just gone. Have torn the bedroom apart looking for my clothes and nothing......15 years later, still can't find them. No idea where they went.
As the younger sibling I used to occasionally liberate my brothers clothes. Once I borrowed his sweat band (one that goes around the head) for a football game. A few days later I was back at the football pitch and saw the headband on the pitch next to the goalposts. I panicked, picked it up and took it home, relieved I’d found it.
Fast forward a week or so and I overheard my brother asking my mum;
“Why do I have two of these?” Holding up the sweat bands.
I remained silent. I’d imagine it still bothers him to this day.
I am 40 years old, I have a very thin scar on the right hand side of abdomen below my stomach. Kind of where your appendix would be. But there is nothing on my medical records about any surgery, I have spoken to my parents who both insist I never had any surgery as a baby/infant. It’s been there as long as I can remember. I seem to have this memory of being in hospital when I was younger, I remember a bathroom and a corridor, but honestly couldn’t say if these are real memories or not, whenever I think of them they’ve always made me feel uneasy.
One of my older brothers has a scar on his back from an operation and he just recently asked me if I knew why. He didn't know why, I don't know why, and apparently he asked my Dad and my Dad couldn't tell him why either. His health records don't go back far enough for him to ever figure out the answer to it. It's strange to read practically the same thing from a total stranger.
I want to know how a family member died. She was healthy one minute, the next minute dead as a doornail and her husband had her cremated extremely quickly.
When I was about 10 or 12 I was sitting at a desk in my room, and when I moved my elbow I accidentally knocked my favourite drawing diary off the desk. I bent down and pick it up, but it wasn’t there. Looked and looked but never saw it again.
I was driving up to my parents one morning, my internet was down and I needed to work from home (around the end of lockdowns) Dad had been unwell for a few days. I remember thinking I must ask Dad. As a teenager I had heard him mention that his Mum had had a stillborn child when he was about 12 to a family friend. I’d never had the courage to ask him for more details despite being curious. He died suddenly that afternoon, without my asking. He was the last of their family, so I’ll never know the answer.
Not nearly as intense or consequential, but I had a window cleaner for a few months. Decent guy, did the job, and I don’t think I ever really talked to him except when I needed to open the back gate so he could get to the windows there.
Anyway, must have been the fourth or fifth time he was washing the windows and suddenly he just upped and left with it halfway done. I was working from home at the time so I thought it was odd, but assumed it was an emergency or something so I gave him a few days to message me and explain.
Of course he didn’t, so I messaged him and commented on one of his Facebook Community Group posts asking him what happened, and he just blocked me. I checked for damage he might have caused but couldn’t see anything. It was so strange.
A good few years ago, while I was single, each time I met someone and went on a date, things went well and they'd then suddenly go cold on me (ghosted). Not too strange these days, however several of them later came back to say they received anonymous messages on social media about me. one forwarded me the message they received. The content of the messages means it must have been someone close to me who I was still friends with and hanging out with regularly (so it couldn't have been an ex). Things like taking what I had said, twisting it into a negative, and then sending it on anonymously to the person I was dating, trying to get them to stop seeing me. It still sometimes plays on my mind that I'll never know who it was who was sending these messages, or what their motivation was, other than stopping me meeting new people. The part that bothered me at the time was it stopped me progressing any kind of new relationships - it did stop eventually (afaik) and live worked itself out in the end as I'm now 10 years happily married :) Just a very strange situation and was pretty worrying at the time, feeling spied upon by someone close enough that I'd have probably considered them a friend. the message I did see was a FB messenger screenshot that had been created from various parts of other FB messenger messages. If you looked at it quickly, it looked legit, but on closer inspection it was clearly pieced together from one person's name, and different text in the body of the message. Whoever it was, went to some effort.
Aaand how did you meet your current significant other? Have you tracked their whereabouts around the time this was going on? :p
Nothing too crazy, but back in 2019, me, my girlfriend, her friend and sister were all having some fish and chips near the sea.
I love birds, so pigeons and seagulls, I love them, so naturally I threw a chip or two for some pigeons. We chatted for a bit whilst we ate, then we left, nothing out of the ordinary. BUT… my girlfriend, her friend and sister, all claim that I literally picked up a pigeon… with my own hands during this. I however don’t have any recollection of this ever happening, and since I love birds so much, I would definitely remember this. But I don’t at all. I remember everything else that happened on that day, but picking up a pigeon didn’t happen in my mind, but three people still to this day are adamant that I did pick up a pigeon.
It still goes through my head all the time and is regularly brought up by them but I still can’t remember ever doing so.
I have 2 cats that were very close when they were younger. Usually sharing the same box or curled up next to each other, never ever had a fight between them gotten serious. They would fight a lot but it was ALWAYS playful.
One day I left them in the kitchen in one of their boxes and went to the living room next door. A few minutes later I went back and only one of them was there, and there was a LOT of blood. Cat 1 seems fine, Cat2 is nowhere to be seen but the blood was everywhere- all over the floor, the box and going outside from the cat flap and down the garden path. I assumed he was dead due to the amount of blood lost (way too much for a bird or mouse) and he was missing for hours. I was only in the room next door for a few minutes and I hadn't heard any serious fighting or yowling.
Hours go by and Cat 2 turns up totally fine. No visible injuries, no signs of blood on him (they are both white so blood would show up very easily) and just slots back into his box like nothing happened. This was years ago and they're both going strong still. I'd love to know what happened and where it came from
Presumably another cat came into their territory through the cat flap and the other 2 beat the heck out of him.
I won my works fantasy rugby league and won a prize pool of £95. Had that tucked safely in an envelope in my drawer at home but went missing 2 days later.
I don't flat share for anyone to have stolen it. Had no one visit in those 2 days. It was the weekend and I didn't go anywhere. My cat can't get in the drawer so didn't eat it. I don't have a maid. The flat isn't haunted.
I've been thinking about it every day for months.
When i was about 12 or 13 an RE teacher once made me stand up during a lesson and think of a name, any name. He stared at me for a few minutes and then told the class the correct name i was thinking of.
Everybody was accusing us of being in cahoots but i still have no idea how he did it. Creepy, spooky bastard.
In the 1980's I was a wee lad and we used to go to my aunt's house in Hexham. Their neighbours had a river at the bottom of their back garden.
One year me, my brother, mum and aunt heard a really loud buzzing sound and saw a frikkin giant like 40-50cm long fat dragonfly going down the river bank.
It was like something out of Jurassic park .
To this day we can't explain what we saw unless it was a freak of nature or an unknown species.
It's often difficult to estimate the actual size of something that's flying more than a few meters away. Most likely the OP thought that the dragonfly was farther than it actually was and therefore overestimated the length. Happens all the time with snakes. People remember seeing a "30 foot anaconda" which, when captured, turns out to be 13 feet long.
About 20 yrs back maybe a small bit more, 4 of my buddys went on a trip to thailand, 2 guys 2 girls, 2 couples. Went out, were having a time, went to a lady boy show. 1 of the boys thought he was funny made a smart comment towards 1 of the ladyboys. About 20 mins later he had to go to the toilet. Was followed in by 5 ladyboys. Came out, black eye, shirt ripped, holding in tears. This was not the type of bloke to lose a fight, even when he lost he wanted to keep going. Went back to his table and begged the others can they leave that he wanted to go back to his hotel and pack as they were leaving the next day. For the rest of the night and the long flight back the following day he didn't open his mouth to speak once. Once back home, we, his friends didn't see him for over a month, in that month he gave up his job and broke it off with his girlfriend who he was meant to marry 4 months later. After about 6 months he ended up in a mental hospital where after 3 months he ended his life. We all think we know what happened in that bathroom in thailand but we'll never know.
When I was 5 or 6, one day I went to school and my teacher was off sick, so we had a supply teacher instead. And then my first teacher… just never came back. They never said anything to us about it, just kind of acted like we’d had this new teacher all along.
I’ve often wondered if she WAS ill, or if something happened to her - you’d think they’d have let us send a get well card for some sort of closure even if they didn’t want to let us know how serious it was. Makes me wonder if it was some kind of scandal, the way everyone seemed determined to pretend she’d never existed.
I had a colleague in my school that did something he got fired for immediately (nothing that physically harmed anyone, thankfully, but definitely an instant dismissal). We were told not to tell the students and just pretend he was ill. The offer by his class to write a get well card was discouraged. So yeah, there was probably some kind of scandal involved with your teacher.
My mum is one of 6; two of her brothers refuse to speak to each other and haven’t for 30+ years. No one else knows why and when my grandparents were still alive, they had no clue about it.
I cut off my mom’s brother’s family because they were extremely narcissistic people who only cared about themselves and their children who were entitled brats. As a child they were quite abusive (mentally) towards me out of all the kids in the families (e.g.: one of their kids once struck my head with a wooden bat when playing and their parents quickly blamed me when all I was doing was just sitting on a side). My parents often sided with them. I can’t 100% link the two but I would go on to develop a personality disorder that is linked to childhood neglect and also depression and anxiety. As a teenager I was mature enough to recognise that these people were taking a toll on my mental health and cut them off once I turned 18. My parents don’t know this reasoning. My dad has also never liked them much so he didn’t question me but my mom and other relatives always wonder why I cut them off cause to most of them “family is everything”.
I believe this was probably just a nightmare, but it remains so vivid even 25 years later.
I was about 7 years old. I used to have terrible nightmares so would often seek comfort in my parents room. On this occasion, I got into bed with my dad and my mum slept in my room.
I have an older brother (4 years difference so he was a kid himself) who I shared a bunk with. As far as I was aware, he was fast asleep.
All I remember is my dad fast asleep, and the sense that something was watching me by the doorway. I was too scared to get up and look, so I cracked an eye open ajar whilst pretending to be asleep.
I remember what appeared to be my brother standing by the door, staring at me, except he looked like a demonic, evil version. He had this sinister smile, similar to the recent horror film ‘Smile’.
I was too scared to do anything, and just remained as still and quiet as possible, whilst cuddling up to my dad.
The next thing I remember is waking up in the morning and having a huge sigh of relief that nothing/no one was there.
Everything was normal the next morning. I’ve never spoken about it with my brother. We have always been close but it truly creeped me out. I’ve never experienced anything like that again.
Like I mentioned, I believe it was most probably a vivid nightmare. But every now and then I think about it and still get the creeps!
Kids see weird s**t. When I was about 4, I got up to use the bathroom and while I was passing by the living room, I saw a man sitting on the footstool. He looked like Santa Claus, but he was all green. He had green work pants and shirt, greenish-colored skin, greenish tint to his Santa beard. He smiled at me, and I went back to my bedroom.
We had a great, lovely babysitter for our 2 year old. She'd looked after him on many occasions. We needed to go to my sister-in-law's wedding, in central London. Very fancy hotel. We booked a room for her to look after our son in. She was to look after him from after the reception party (she was invited) to when we were due to go home in the evening. We arranged transport for her. The wedding came and went, she seemed fine right after it. We never heard from her again. Wouldn't answer her phone or reply to texts. Why babysitter, what did we do wrong??
When I was about 6/7ish i was looking for bugs around my grandparents house, under furniture and what not.
I checked under a cupboard in the living room and saw a single eye on a stalk looking back at me (kinda like a snail but not slimy) from behind one of the cupboards rear legs. I thought it must be a toy so I went to the kitchen and asked my gran to give me something to reach it with (it was too far away for me to reach by hand).
Armed with a spaghetti server I went back to the cupboard and the eye was still there, I reached to get it... And it disappeared. my grandad then moved the cupboard and we could find no evidence of anything hiding behind it.
I ended up writing up notes and drawing pictures in a journal which I still have somewhere. For some reason this mystery as stuck with me ever since and I have no idea what it could be. Overactive imagination?
I was wearing my late mom's emerald necklace and took it off to take a shower. I left it on my bed with my pajamas (I was the only one in the house). When I came back. it was gone. I have searched absolutely every corner of my bedroom including underneath all the furniture and inside every drawer. It has been three years. I know I will never find it but I cannot figure out what could have happened.
I like these. Kind of feels like when you and your friends get together in school snd everyone goes around telling their creepy and spooky stories
About a year ago I was walking my dog in a field across from my apartment. This a large field, about half the size of a soccer field. I’m always very alert when walking Jake as he aggressive towards other dogs. So I always give other dogs a wide birth. He has never been aggressive towards people. So there we are in middle of this empty field with no one in sight. I bend down to pick up his …leavings. And he bolts, ripping the leash out of my hand. I stumble, regain my balance and look up. Only to see a woman standing 10 feet in front of me. Jake is going nuts circling and barking and snarling. She’s maybe in her late 50s with long curtly salt and pepper hair. And she’s completely unfazed by the 70 pound dog barking and snarling at her. She looks at me say’s almost serenely “I want to pet your dog”. I say “that’s not a good idea.” She just kept saying “I want to pet your dog”. I just caught his leash and got the hell out of there. Where did she come from? why was my dog so freaked?
When I was a young parent I felt uneasy and started walking around the large garden of a relatives house, we were there for a BBQ, I just felt this well of unease like something bad would happen, I kept getting drawn to the bottom of the garden, I would shake my head and walk back up a little and turn around again, the closer to the house I went the greater the pull to the garden was, my 3 year old son had found a pool with a cover on it right at the bottom of the garden behind some trees, had tried to walk on it and fell in, no one else heard a splash and I ran towards it, seen his tiny hand going under the water, grabbed him and pulled him out. Something made me go down to that part of the garden to make sure my son did not die.. If I had not had that urge I would have lost my son.
When my mother passed away, I was the one responsible for clearing her stuff from the house. Sorting out what was to be dumped, what was to go to a charity shop, and what was to be given to other members of the family. I came across a nice little jewellery/keepsake box that I'd never seen mum use, and which played "Speak Softly, Love" (Love theme from "The Godfather") when opened. To the best of anyone's knowledge, mum had never seen "The Godfather". We have no clue whatsoever where it came from, and when she bought it.
While in the hospital after cancer surgery, was waiting to speak to the doctor, they had put my chart on my bed so I was reading it. It said that during my surgery they checked my appendix to see if it needed to be taken out but it had already been removed. I never had appendicitis or had my appendix removed, no scar, nothing. Where did it go?
Could you have, perhaps, been born without it? Is that even possible? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Load More Replies...I still have a significant memory gap from a severe hypoglycemic episode when I was about 14. Last thing I remember was sitting in my bedroom cramming for a test, next thing I know I'm waking up in the dining room with paramedics checking on me. The thing is, when I was studying I was still in my day clothes, but when I regained consciousness I was in my PJs. Logically, I know I had to have stopped studying, gotten ready for bed, went to sleep, then woken up, realized my blood sugar was low, made my way downstairs to get something to eat, then truly passed out. And yet I have absolutely no memory of any of it. As a side note, I had a bizarre ninja moment during all this because despite the severe low giving me the balance of a drunk pirate on a ship in a hurricane and our house being so old breathing wrong made the floors creak, I somehow left my room and got downstairs without waking my mother, the lightest sleeper on planet earth, until the thud that announced I'd passed out.
reminds me of the time i found a beautiful butterfly fully tangle in an old spiders web covered in dust etc, my daughter and my niece watched as i gently untangled the butterfly as he was 2 pretty 2 leave him dead in the dusty web.. while my daughter my niece and i stood there admiring it beauty while holding it in my palm it flapped its wings turned 2 look at me then flew away.. it was 100% dead in that old web.. my husband died the week b4 i found the butterfly, we say it was him, i felt like i was in an episode of The Twilight Zone.. after 20yrs we still rarely talk about cos the girls still freak out..
I have two. In highschool, someone sent me a huge valentine card anonymously. Never found out who. In prison, I was in a five-man room, next to the window. After lights out, I'd lie on my bed and solve math puzzles. When I was ready to sleep, I'd put my book, calculator, pencil, and light on the windowsill until morning. One night, the calculator fell off the window. In the morning, I got up to put my stuff away, and couldn't see the calculator under the bed. I pulled the bed out, the calculator wasn't there. I went through the bags and boxes I had under the bed, and couldn't find the calculator. My roommates looked. They couldn't find it, either. None of them could have stolen it, because I was the last one awake. They didn't know it had fallen off the windowsill. We never found the calculator.
one time i was on holidays, and you needed a card to get down to the pool. me and my friend went down to the pool (with the card). when we got out, we realised we didn't have the card, and decided to just ask my parents to let us in (they had a card each, and we had one). well we got back upstairs and they opened the door for us, lo and behold, there was the card on the bedside table, and everyone else had one.
Here’s one! I am wondering if perhaps a parallel universe version of me got in this universe and registered on Facebook because I once looked up my own name and saw someone who looked like me, but a bit younger and without glasses, and seemingly having decided against cutting her hair short like I had done. Now, that sounds not too far fetched, but I really really love flower crowns, and I loved them too at the time, and I liked to describe myself as a flower child as well then. And guess what I saw in the recent posts? A picture of the girl wearing a flower crown, with the caption flower girl. She looked like me with a different hairstyle and no glasses, had the same name, and had my aesthetic. Also my eyes are sometimes blue and sometimes green, and in the pic her eyes were blue-green. This is real!
My husband has a cool story. He's not sure to this day if he made it up or not, but he says he has vivid memory of seeing these things. His dad was showing him something in the woods; it was like a family who were tiny, little people. He remembers there was a grandma and two smaller kids. He told kids at school about it who all said he was lying but even his dad came in and told them that he wasn't and they did really see it. He says nowadays that his dad probably told him a story and he made the images up in his head and maybe his dad just played along. He still seems unsure.
I lost an Empire Strikes Back Snowtrooper action figure when I was seven.
Load More Replies...I was wearing my late mom's emerald necklace and took it off to take a shower. I left it on my bed with my pajamas (I was the only one in the house). When I came back. it was gone. I have searched absolutely every corner of my bedroom including underneath all the furniture and inside every drawer. It has been three years. I know I will never find it but I cannot figure out what could have happened.
I like these. Kind of feels like when you and your friends get together in school snd everyone goes around telling their creepy and spooky stories
About a year ago I was walking my dog in a field across from my apartment. This a large field, about half the size of a soccer field. I’m always very alert when walking Jake as he aggressive towards other dogs. So I always give other dogs a wide birth. He has never been aggressive towards people. So there we are in middle of this empty field with no one in sight. I bend down to pick up his …leavings. And he bolts, ripping the leash out of my hand. I stumble, regain my balance and look up. Only to see a woman standing 10 feet in front of me. Jake is going nuts circling and barking and snarling. She’s maybe in her late 50s with long curtly salt and pepper hair. And she’s completely unfazed by the 70 pound dog barking and snarling at her. She looks at me say’s almost serenely “I want to pet your dog”. I say “that’s not a good idea.” She just kept saying “I want to pet your dog”. I just caught his leash and got the hell out of there. Where did she come from? why was my dog so freaked?
When I was a young parent I felt uneasy and started walking around the large garden of a relatives house, we were there for a BBQ, I just felt this well of unease like something bad would happen, I kept getting drawn to the bottom of the garden, I would shake my head and walk back up a little and turn around again, the closer to the house I went the greater the pull to the garden was, my 3 year old son had found a pool with a cover on it right at the bottom of the garden behind some trees, had tried to walk on it and fell in, no one else heard a splash and I ran towards it, seen his tiny hand going under the water, grabbed him and pulled him out. Something made me go down to that part of the garden to make sure my son did not die.. If I had not had that urge I would have lost my son.
When my mother passed away, I was the one responsible for clearing her stuff from the house. Sorting out what was to be dumped, what was to go to a charity shop, and what was to be given to other members of the family. I came across a nice little jewellery/keepsake box that I'd never seen mum use, and which played "Speak Softly, Love" (Love theme from "The Godfather") when opened. To the best of anyone's knowledge, mum had never seen "The Godfather". We have no clue whatsoever where it came from, and when she bought it.
While in the hospital after cancer surgery, was waiting to speak to the doctor, they had put my chart on my bed so I was reading it. It said that during my surgery they checked my appendix to see if it needed to be taken out but it had already been removed. I never had appendicitis or had my appendix removed, no scar, nothing. Where did it go?
Could you have, perhaps, been born without it? Is that even possible? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Load More Replies...I still have a significant memory gap from a severe hypoglycemic episode when I was about 14. Last thing I remember was sitting in my bedroom cramming for a test, next thing I know I'm waking up in the dining room with paramedics checking on me. The thing is, when I was studying I was still in my day clothes, but when I regained consciousness I was in my PJs. Logically, I know I had to have stopped studying, gotten ready for bed, went to sleep, then woken up, realized my blood sugar was low, made my way downstairs to get something to eat, then truly passed out. And yet I have absolutely no memory of any of it. As a side note, I had a bizarre ninja moment during all this because despite the severe low giving me the balance of a drunk pirate on a ship in a hurricane and our house being so old breathing wrong made the floors creak, I somehow left my room and got downstairs without waking my mother, the lightest sleeper on planet earth, until the thud that announced I'd passed out.
reminds me of the time i found a beautiful butterfly fully tangle in an old spiders web covered in dust etc, my daughter and my niece watched as i gently untangled the butterfly as he was 2 pretty 2 leave him dead in the dusty web.. while my daughter my niece and i stood there admiring it beauty while holding it in my palm it flapped its wings turned 2 look at me then flew away.. it was 100% dead in that old web.. my husband died the week b4 i found the butterfly, we say it was him, i felt like i was in an episode of The Twilight Zone.. after 20yrs we still rarely talk about cos the girls still freak out..
I have two. In highschool, someone sent me a huge valentine card anonymously. Never found out who. In prison, I was in a five-man room, next to the window. After lights out, I'd lie on my bed and solve math puzzles. When I was ready to sleep, I'd put my book, calculator, pencil, and light on the windowsill until morning. One night, the calculator fell off the window. In the morning, I got up to put my stuff away, and couldn't see the calculator under the bed. I pulled the bed out, the calculator wasn't there. I went through the bags and boxes I had under the bed, and couldn't find the calculator. My roommates looked. They couldn't find it, either. None of them could have stolen it, because I was the last one awake. They didn't know it had fallen off the windowsill. We never found the calculator.
one time i was on holidays, and you needed a card to get down to the pool. me and my friend went down to the pool (with the card). when we got out, we realised we didn't have the card, and decided to just ask my parents to let us in (they had a card each, and we had one). well we got back upstairs and they opened the door for us, lo and behold, there was the card on the bedside table, and everyone else had one.
Here’s one! I am wondering if perhaps a parallel universe version of me got in this universe and registered on Facebook because I once looked up my own name and saw someone who looked like me, but a bit younger and without glasses, and seemingly having decided against cutting her hair short like I had done. Now, that sounds not too far fetched, but I really really love flower crowns, and I loved them too at the time, and I liked to describe myself as a flower child as well then. And guess what I saw in the recent posts? A picture of the girl wearing a flower crown, with the caption flower girl. She looked like me with a different hairstyle and no glasses, had the same name, and had my aesthetic. Also my eyes are sometimes blue and sometimes green, and in the pic her eyes were blue-green. This is real!
My husband has a cool story. He's not sure to this day if he made it up or not, but he says he has vivid memory of seeing these things. His dad was showing him something in the woods; it was like a family who were tiny, little people. He remembers there was a grandma and two smaller kids. He told kids at school about it who all said he was lying but even his dad came in and told them that he wasn't and they did really see it. He says nowadays that his dad probably told him a story and he made the images up in his head and maybe his dad just played along. He still seems unsure.
I lost an Empire Strikes Back Snowtrooper action figure when I was seven.
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