We humans are curious creatures, and our desire to know how everything works drives us to explore as far as we can see. But the universe isn't always willing to give us all the answers.
On the contrary, as one Reddit thread shows, sometimes we're left in the dark and simply have to accept the limits of our perception and cognition.
Created by platform user elibwell, it asked people the question, "What is the strangest thing that happened to you that you can’t logically explain?" and quickly went viral.
Since then, people have shared plenty of interesting stories, proving that life can easily be stranger than fiction. Here are some of the most memorable ones.
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In 1996, I had just dropped out of University and was moving home to my parent's place. My tail was firmly between my legs, I had almost no money and no job prospects. Basically I was screwed.
I had an old Jeep Comanchee with all my belongings in the back and 200 miles to go. I borrowed $20 from a friend for gas and started the trip. I got to a point that was 30 miles from home and was on empty. I pulled into a gas station/rest stop and sort of cried for a minute in my truck. I needed $5 for gas to make it the rest of the way and had nothing. There was no way I could call my dad and ask for help...he was already so disappointed.
After a minute I started searching around my truck for change...anything...I opened the glove box and there were these paper 'loyalty bucks' for a gas station that I never used. It turns out it was the exact gas station that I was stopped at. $4.70 worth of bucks. I found another $2.00 in change, put $6.00 in the gas tank and bought a coke.
I made it home.
Fast forward 20 years, I had sorted my cr*p out and am a lawyer...that Gas Station hired me as their outside counsel...I got to tell this story to the President of the company.
I’m a firefighter and we got a call for an overdose around 3 am to a rough part of our district in the middle of winter. Unfortunately the patient was long gone and her dealer or whatever found her like that when he dropped some stuff. As we were packing up our stuff mind you this is a absolutely trashed mobile home, I hear something down the hall that said “lights?” I ask my partner if he said anything as it was just him and I cleaning up he said no. I walk to the far end of the trailer where I heard it and shine my flashlight I get a reflection out of the window. They have a small tool shed and it had a flickering light, it peeked my interest so my partner and I go out there. We hear crying and notice the door is padlocked. We cut it, and this little six year old girl was in there. She said her mom puts her in there when she gets mad at her. She said she got scared when she heard the sirens and didn’t know what to do. To this day I have no idea what happened or where the voice came from, but I’ll take the win on it.
Was the 25th anniversary of my dads death. Was as always, thinking about it all day long. He was only 49 when he passed.
Was passing a funeral home and got kind of sad, little more than normal. Was just hitting me hard. I was as at a stop light.
Looked at car in front of me...
License Plates read: LUV DAD
As a child visiting my Grandma's house (My Mum's - mum), whenever I left the house I'd wave next door to Ken who was always sat in the bay window looking out at the sea. They lived right on the coast off the North Sea in Hartlepool (UK) We'd never really talk, but just a little wave before I went to get into the car.
One time I'm leaving my Grans house, I'm in front of my Mum who's stopped at the door to talk to my Gran. So I head down the steps and towards the gate. I turn back and see Ken in the window. Big smile as usual, waving at me. I give him a wave back. He stands up, gives me the thumbs up, and wanders towards the back of the room. My Mum comes walking down the steps and asks "Who are you waving at?" I replied "Ken".
To this day, I can remember my mam's face. She just went white, but didn't say anything to me.
It was only a few weeks later when she plucked up the courage to tell me, that Ken had died a few days prior to our visit to my Grans.
I don't believe in ghosts, but I know I saw him. I can still picture his striped grey sweater with light stripes across it. Him waving and getting up out of his chair. There was no-one else in the house, he lived by himself.
Brains are weird.
My mum alway swore that when she was seven she heard a knock at the door at 1 am and when she answered it , she saw her nan and said she'd wake everyone up, but her nan said" no I just came to see if you're all alright" and walked away. 2 days later they found out she died the night of her visit. My mum never believed in anything supernatural but always swore this was true.
When I was 10 years old I didn't want to go to school one day. I faked a stomachache so my Grandmother would let me stay home. Ive always been a bad liar, so my Gma tried to call my bluff. She told me if I was too sick for school then she would be scheduling me a Drs Appointment. 3 hours later I was rushed into emergency surgery. My fake illness was actually appendicitis and It was so inflamed that if I hadn't come in that day my appendix would have ruptured potentially killing me. I felt 100% fine that day. Faking sick saved my life...
One morning I woke up and noticed my camera was on top of the sofa opposite my bed. I knew I didn’t put it there because it was a very expensive camera and it could very easily fall from this place. I had placed it in my cabinet. I went over, picked it up, and turned it on and clicked the button to view photos. There were hundreds of photos of me sleeping, all seemingly taken from the back of the sofa. I was literally so freaked out, I couldn’t stop crying. I lived alone. It was just photo after photo of me sleeping. The photos were taken in “quick snap”, where the camera takes approx one photo per second. I later realised the camera didn’t even have a “quick snap” setting so technically it was impossible for the camera to take the photos at all. The time stamps suggest all photos were taken between 2 and 3am. I’ve never figured out wtf happened, how the camera got to the sofa, or how it is even possible for a camera with no quick snap to quick snap, but I still have a USB with the photos on it and it still freaks me the f- out.
When my daughter was little and she would get upset, something in the kitchen would randomly break. Happened way too many times to be coincidental and the things that broke did so in inexplicable ways. I clearly remember one instance very early in the morning standing in the kitchen, telling her she couldn’t have cake from the night before. She immediately looked angry and I heard a weird “plink” sound in the cupboard. Opened it to find the plate on the top of the stack was cracked in several places.
No signs of this in later years. She’s 24 now and I often allude to this and remind her boyfriend not to piss her off.
Hubs and I going up to my parents’ house on Christmas Eve. Hubs is driving, we’re in the mountains, there’s snow on the ground. It’s just past midnight.
I see a woman wearing shorts and a striped tee shirt, walking a dog, wearing no shoes. She has brown feathered hair- think Farrah Fawcet in the 80s. I turn to my husband to ask him if he sees this crazy woman... and she’s gone. Weirded myself out, but laughed it off.
Next day, I tell the story to my parents. They give each other a weird look, and my Dad says...
“I’ve seen her, too.”
Long story short, I lost a jacket at a roller rink when I was in 3rd grade. I had a lucky rabbit foot in the pocket that I bought at the skate shop inside.
Months later, my mother, who is adopted, found her birth mother and her half sister. The first time I went to my newly found Aunt's house, she said she had a jacket that might fit me. It was my jacket, rabbit foot still in the pocket.
Time slipped by my friend and I one day. We got a contract in another town and drove out daily for 2 weeks. It was 1 hour to get there and 1 hour back but one day it took us 3 hours to get back to town. My friend realized something was wrong when his wife called him up asking why he turned his phone off and why he was so late. We left a little before 2pm and the call came almost at 5pm.
To this day we can't explain it, and to further complicate matters we both have receipts from a gas station we stopped at just before we got on the highway that are time stamped a bit after 2pm. My theory is that the aliens took us for 2 hours but who the hell knows.
It usually takes me 3.5-4 hours to drive through Ohio. One time it only took an hour, but I didn't notice till someone asked how I got to their home so fast.
So this still baffles me but when I was a kid we had moved into a new house and while the realtor was showing us around the house I saw a lady sitting at a white dresser in a pink room and she even waved at me but when I asked my mom who that was she just brushed me off because she was trying to listen to the realtor. The weird thing is that there were no rooms painted pink in the house and my family just played it off despite me being adamant of what I saw. Anyway fast forward a few years and I'm in high school at this point and we start renovating the house and while stripping the wallpaper in the master bedroom we found out it was painted pink at some point. Still low-key freaks me out.
I think the lady who lived there previously was just being friendly:)
Not to me, but to my dad. He would get horrible nosebleeds as a teen/young adult so he had cauterization, and they all but stopped by his late twenties. Fast forward 20+ years and he’s driving on the highway with my mom and sister, approaching an area where it drops to one lane. His nose starts hemorrhaging out of nowhere, hadn’t happened in forever. He pulled over for about 2 minutes to staunch the bleeding, then they were on their way. They were quickly stopped by a small line up of cars, dead stopped. No emergency vehicles were on the scene yet, but there’d been an accident. Turns out a head-on collision with at least 2 fatalities had occurred about 2 minutes prior. A bloody nose quite possibly saved my family’s life.
When I was in college, a drunk dude fell from a 3rd floor balcony and got up and walked away like it was nothing. Seriously one of the weirdest/freakish things I’ve ever seen in my life.
This has been researched. Drunks don't tense up the way sober people do, so they're less likely to be hurt or killed when they fall or are in a car accident.
I used to fence (the sport, not stolen goods). I was at a tournament and had just started a bout against a competitor. You win the bout by being the first to 5 points. I score what I believe to be first point, but the official indicates the match is over and I've won. I stood there confused for a second, but my opponent seems to agree and salutes and approaches for a handshake, so I go along with it. I check the scorecard and it says I've won 5-2. Totally lost probably 4 or 5 minutes of time. Hasn't happened since to the best of my knowledge, but it's been 20 years and I still wonder what happened.
You were so into the moment you didn’t feel the time fo past presumably
I have a vivid memory of being at the Statue of Liberty as a child, on my dad’s shoulders, seeing the skyline of NYC. I remember what we ate for lunch that day, etc. I remember the ferry we took. I’ve always thought about this memory and talked about it, but my family denies I ever went to NYC. I didn’t go for the first time until I was 23, but strangely enough, when I went, I remembered everything just how it had been when I was there with my dad.
I was driving across the US and drove into Salt Lake City. For whatever reason, I got a craving for IHOP, so I punched it into Google Maps and followed the directions to a spot in the middle of town.
I walk in, and the place is....empty.
I don't mean like there were no customers. I mean there is literally not a person in the place. No wait staff, no customers, no cooks. Nobody. There was partially eaten food on all the tables. Bags and purses in the booths. TVs on everywhere. Burgers on the grill slowly burning. And there wasn't a soul in the place, like they all just vanished at once.
I was so freaked out I hopped in my car and drove until I hit the Nevada border before stopping to eat. Still have no idea what the f- happened.
I hit a patch of black ice in the dark going 60mph down the highway. At the time, I drove a 1 ton cargo van. It hit the guard rail and flipped. Not only did I walk away without a scratch, the car was drivable and I was only 30 min late to work.
I had recently watched an early episode of criminal minds where an arsonist would lock people in their homes before lightning the house on fire. For whatever reason it kinda got to me. A night or two later I woke up out of a dead sleep and couldn’t get that episode out of my mind so I finally decided to just get up and check the front door. I swear I could not open the door. Unlocked it, but it was totally stuck. I woke up my husband because I was so freaked out. He also tried and couldn’t get the door open, and he’s a big guy! I ended up climbing out a window so I could push the door from the outside while he pulled from the inside. We finally got it open. I didn’t watch criminal minds for a long time after that.
when I was younger we lived in a 110 year old victorian house. Everyone would notice weird things.
I was home alone organizing the silverware when I dropped a fork on to the table only to have it bounce once and fly at the wall like someone slaped it. I still have no idea how you can drop something strait down and have it launch horizontal for 5 ft
my parents when they first bought the house turned off all the lights (5 floors if you count basement and attic) My mom did the top 2, father did the bottom, the met in the middle, went to the first floor, left, got to the car and noticed not only was the 3rd floor light on but the blinds were now up.
we had a seesaw, my mother turned on the light and saw it violently going up and down
I was in the basement and felt a hand brush down my back. I jumped and turned and saw no one there. I convinced myself it was just my shirt moving weird. As I went up the steps I heard giggling.
when I was older I was sitting on the couch and heard my dad say "What the fu waTCH OUT" right before a framed puzzel we had fell on me. My dad said he saw it lift it's self off the hook
we had a Mastiff, A rottweiler, and a German Shepard. They refused to go to the attic.
our entrence had two sets of doors. The front dors, then a small room, then the second set of doors. We never locked those doors as it was two large bolts that went into the floor and then a 3rd bolt that held the two doors together. Locking it was very hard with a key so you could only do it from the inside with considerable force. We came home one day and the door was locked with all 3 bolts. In other words our completly sealed house was locked from the inside. My mother flipped, grabbed us, and ran to a payphone to call the police because if that door is locked then there is someone in the house unless the left via a second or 3rd story window. 3 cop cars came, they unlocked the door with my mothers key and swept every last inch of the place down to one of them going into our crawl space. Nothing. Not only that my mothers gold necklace was laying on the table and all the windows were locked. We had a family friend who is a cop and one of my uncles who is a cop come spend the night. Next morning everyones is up and my uncle goes to leave only to see that the door is again locked from the inside. We removed those locks that same day.
Mastiff was laying next to me while I was watching TV. Suddenly he jumps up and backs into me. He's growling and snarling while staring up the steps. The other two dogs run in and immediately have their ears go back and their mohawks go up. This went on for several minutes. Our german shepherd started inching toward the step and did a little lunge nipping at the air bearing his teeth. about a 5 seconds later I heard what sounded like someone full sprinting up the steps of the first floor from the landing to the second-floor steps, then the third. I called my mom from the house phone. While on the phone I heard what I can only describe as a wail from the the 3rd floor.
Years later, parents are divorced, I'm with my dad for the weekend. I helped him clean the 3rd floor. We put the toys in a large toy chest from the closet they where in. While we our brushing our teeth I go pale. I'm hearing something so I shut off the water and ask my dad to listen. We both are completely quite. The sound starts again. it's the sound of clink clink but a bit of rythm to it. I couldn't place it at first then said "Dad I think that's the xylophone" we go up and the toy chest is open and the xylophone is on the floor.
Well I'd be movein on up to the east side to a deluxe apartment thank you very much!
Load More Replies...Super jealous you had a Victorian house. Not so jealous of your experiences tho. Lol.
I love that your dogs got their "Mohawks" up. I've never heard that before but I will use it from now on!
I have a golden retriever who raises her hackles when she's excited and it always looked like a mohawk when she was a puppy and we still call it that, lol
Load More Replies...By the first thing, I would have packed my stuff and walked right out. A definite nope.
He said it's super difficult but not impossible
Load More Replies...One of my friends lived in a house like that. They ended up having to move like a month after they bought it because the dogs would freak out like that non stop.
My ex husband and I once lived in a house with a ghost. She never left the dining room and I only saw her in those short moments when the tv goes black before a commercial starts or it goes back to the show (early 90's so that's how it was then). Our dining room was open to the livingroom and she would reflect in the screen. The front porch (wood) ran across the entire front of the house with a door out of the living area and one out of the master bedroom. We would hear what sounded like kids running across it after dark and would also hear them laughing. It had a short hallway leading to the master bedroom, maybe 3 or 4 feet, and the bathroom (built years later and just kinda stuck on) was along it. Once I would pass the bathroom, there was an obvious temperature change, even in summer and we didn't have central air, and it was freezing. Stepping into the master my mouth would taste like I had a mouth full of pennies. My ex worked nights and I made him move our mattress into the
livingroom. I kept the lights on all night. So the owner's daughter lived next door. Shared driveway and shared yard, etc. she moved in with her daughter and grandson and rented the house to us. One evening we were sitting outside (the owner and I) and she asked how things were going. Not wanting to sound like a freak I said fine. Eventually the conversation turned to her asking if I had heard the running and laughing. I admitted I did. She then said when I heard it, if I looked outside, I could see little kids holding hands and dancing around the giant lilac bush in the front yard. I never checked. I was never scared of the ghost, it actually felt peaceful when I'd see her. She would do things to alert us if the kids had done something like got hurt or whatever and I would talk to her. At any rate, I went to the library to research the history and learned it had been a Native American orphan school that had burned from arson. The teacher and children died.
Load More Replies...Haunted but I'd love to see real footage of paranormal activity
We moved into a house in FL. Our lab, a real sweet old man by that time would launch himself at my closet every once in a while. This was a dog that was rarely mean. My parents had a large party of my fathers co-workers that had all moved to FL from NY, like us. We made a Ouija type board with scrabble letters and used a brandy glass as the pallet. There were at least 10 fingers (single fingers on the glass). It spelled out that a German boy had died of TB on our property. He was there harvesting pineapples. He didn't like the dog, liked the family but not the dog. None of us knew FL had been a pineapple producer.
Why is it that Americna houses seem to be so haunted? I live in Berlin, me and most of my friends live in appartements that older than 100 years. A history of millions of dead people due to wars and whatnot - and no ghosts stories. Absolutely none.
same here, maybe Berlin Altbau isn't predestined for superstition. same with my 110+ years old family home. at least 2 people died there (most recently my granny 2 month ago) never had any ghost problems. Guess my ancestors aren't bored enough to scare us
Load More Replies..."The other two dogs run in and immediately have their ears go back and their mohawks go up." lol dogs with mohawks. Anyone else try and picture it?
The house I spent my early years in was seemingly haunted. There were a few weird events in the 6 years I lived there. We moved out when I was 8, not for any reasons relating to the house, for we loved that house. The yard was amazing!
I find Victorian houses kind of creepy, even though they can be quite beautiful. My best friend lived in a huge Victorian at the top of a hill and I would always get kind of freaked out when I stayed over there. Our house was older than that (1830's), but not as creepy.
My husband and I used to live in an old 4 story funeral home built in the 1800s. People always asked if we saw or heard anything weird, but we never did. And I'm glad about that!
Haunted by a little girl prankster spirit. Not malevolent but playful and, judging by the framed puzzle, curious and clumsy
At least yoh only got hit with a puzzle! The other day a shower curtain pole fell on my head
Your stories remind me of a lakeside home in Tahoe. The entire house was no big deal but go up the stairs to one of the bedrooms and it starts to get creepy. The house cleaners hated that room, and would rush through cleaning it. The dog would only go to the top step and no further, worst part of that was the dog was a Labrador, knuckleheaded goofy dog. She would only go to the top step lower her head and let out this really soft low growl,..not helpful at all. The caretakers would address the ghost (previous owner by name, ask how he was and let him know they would clean up quickly), Freakiest thing was a bad winter, super high winds, snow coming down fast snd thick (Sierra cement for high water content snow flakes). In the middle of the night 1/3rd of a 200’ tall tree snapped off and like an arrow, pierced the roof, only to hit the area where that room was. Gimme s bear in the garbage anyway over creepy stuff you can’t see
Your house is super haunted. I'm surprised no one was pushed down the stairs...
Being a Christian, my explanation is demons. They probably also made your parents have a divorce.
Just sounds like you had unknown squatters in the attic or something. This is creepy, but there's probably a very logical reason for each thing.
Yeah, it's called haunted by spirits. Just cause you don't believe doesn't make it not true. A multidimensional reality is logical and science.
Load More Replies...Kid stories don’t count. Kids are naturally just confused / imaginative.
So odd. The writer is 100% not English. He/she wtf ever jeez, leaves clues. He - for ever shall be pronouned in my story - says 5 floors including attic basement, so when they switch lights of mother does top 2 and father does bottom. Met in middle (ground floor) and left but 3rd was still on. Well of course nobody went there according to your story. It's quite a riddle he wrote with lots of clues.
It's possible the OP is ESL or has a learning disorder.
Load More Replies...Both of my lungs collapsed at the same time (almost over 50% collapsed) and I was walking around like I was perfectly normal. Until I decided to go to the ER for bubble sounds in my chest. None of the doctors could figure out why this had happened to me. They didn’t know how I was just up and walking around and laughing
Several times a year I'll suddenly get a though that it's been a long time (usually months) since I last spoke with a particular friend or relative, then I will get a voice call or an email from that person within a few hours. Can't explain it. I never tell them about this because I fear losing this strange thing that I have. Anybody else have this?
I was in traction in hospital, a guy who said he worked maintenence came into my room to repair the light above the shower. I was in traction and could never leave the bed I was in, we joked sarcastically how the light would be so handy for me. He asked what happened to me, and he told me about the terrible industrial accident he was in. He said he would come back and visit me and bring photos of the injuries that the Dr.s said would leave him unable to walk (same diagnosis I had been given). He did come back with photos, we had a good talk, I felt very encouraged when he left. The next few days I told different staff members about this nice young man. They all told me no one with that name worked maintenence in the hospital. They had not heard of him and said maintenence was not working on our hospital floor that day nor the whole week.
I turned to the other person in the room, who I barely knew, and said "My sister is getting engaged right now," without having the intent of speaking at all.
He politely asked why I said that, and I had to shake my head and say "I don't know."
A few days later I found up that, sure enough, ah that exact moment on the far side of the world, she had said "yes" to Mr. Right.
I hadn't even known she was dating.
When I was about 12 years old I went up to Lake Tahoe with my friend and his parents who had a condo in Incline Village. One day, the two of us are walking to the bowling alley and cross a street in a crosswalk. Right before we get to the curb, a car comes really close to hitting us. All of a sudden, we're both up on the curb, like we were lifted a few feet. We both looked at each other strangely.
"Did you jump?"
"No, did you?"
"No"
We spent the next hour kind of dumbfounded. It didn't feel like a shove or any use of force. We were still in the street, then we weren't.
Ok, so it's not that I can't explain it, or if it even needs explaining really, but was just so bizarre I still recall it at least a few times a year.
When I was about 18 I worked at a grocery store and one day this young man entered, that I sh*t you not, looked EXACTLY like me. Like, weirdly too much alike, he and I. This young man was wearing the same damn outfit as me, khakis, a blue polo, and a brown coat, though his coat was a little darker. When this gentlemen met my gaze we were just eye-locked at every point we could see one another throughout the store, both with the stupidest perplexed looks on our faces. The only difference I could tell was this person was a little older than I and had a goatee. I assume this was my evil twin. He left the store after buying his stuff and life went on.
But...It doesn't end there.
The next day a strange woman approached me asking "stupidd**kface, why are you here?!" I turn around to to see someone I do not know. "How do you know my name?" , I ask, "Do you know me?" She says, "Oh my gosh, I thought you were my son stupidd**kface, you look EXACTLY like him!" The dude even shares my f-ing name. This sh*t is weird. I confirmed with the lady that her son stupidd**kface did come in the day before and was home temporarily from college. Another very perplexed person from this oddity.
So. I continue to ask her about her son since we look identical and she told me about his age(2 years older) and where he grew up(the town over) and he has two older brothers and a younger sister. I have two older brothers and a younger sister....I asked this womans name and of course, "Oh my name is Karen, nice to meet you." My mothers name is Karen... I didn't probe on any further, but I'm not even sure I want to know how far down that alternate universe me went. It was just so unbelievably strange, the circumstane overall. But the weirdest thing by far that is what sticks with me most is this weird a*s feeling I had when stupidd**kface and I were staring at each other. I assume he felt this too by the look on his face. A feeling I've never felt and still have since felt. A feeling that I can really only describe as knowing that the other person I'm looking at is me some how. I don't now, can't explain it fully. I wonder if identical twins feel that same stuff.
For anyone wondering, the lady did not swear at them/her son, it's op's username. Probably just me who needed the explanation though lol.
At friends house. Friend was in garage working on dirt bike. Driveway empty because parents left a while ago. Go inside to grab a soda but decide to look for his cat. Who I haven't seen all day. I walk into the office and as Im calling her name, a deep man's voice goes "Meow" right into my right ear. I jump and run around the main floor looking for who said that. Didn't find anyone.
I had a sleep paralysis nightmare when I was a kid, where I saw a red-eyed dark figure standing in the doorway. It's always stuck with me, and I've called him the boogeyman ever since. One day I was browsing Reddit and somebody painted a picture of their "sleep paralysis demon". It was like the guy had painted my exact dream. And then a bunch of people commented that they had seen the same creature. It always makes me uneasy to think about.
I think that most of us have a pretty basic idea of what a “boogeyman” looks like, so it’s not that surprising that multiple people has the same image in their minds.
My dad owned a small garden shop, so I'd stay behind the checkout after school till the shop closed. This was until I see a tall man wearing all black, like a trench coat, walking past my dad and smiling at me before going into a staff only area. I jump up to stop him, even though I was 7. This back area filled with new shipments. I turn the corner but nobody is there. There was nowhere he could've gone. I ask my dad to check the CCTV after closing, but it's only shown me jumping up and running, and running out of frame. Weird stuff, never felt comfortable there again.
sounds like the start of most horror movies dont believe the kid then all hell breaks loose
I was just a 6-year-old kid deciding what to do after school while I was in my grandparents living room. I saw a red flash shoot out of the wall and go from that side to the other wall and into it.
A second later a big earthquake hit.
I saw some sort of visual shock wave from the earthquake. And no it wasn't those weird lightning ball things. In my childish mind I thought that I just saw the flash (The comic book character) run through the room.
Another cool one that is explained by sheer unbelievable coincidence is that I phoned a friend so I hadn't spoken to in at least 3 years and it went to voicemail. After I left a voicemail I saw I had a voicemail notification. It was a voicemail from the person who I just called. The weirdest part is that we must have called each other at exactly the same moment otherwise it would have done the call waiting thing instead of sending to voicemail. We immediately called each other back and tripped out about how weird that was.
My girlfriend got out of the shower and called me into the bathroom to show me the mirror. There was a very strange, distinct handprint placed on the mirror.
I lived alone and she was the only adult that had been to my house in about two years. We each placed our handprints on the sides of the mystery handprint for reference and neither look anything like the mystery print. I still have no idea how it got there.
It's hard to pick the strangest, but there was the time a can of soda exsploded, and then didn't.
I was working in my garden and had gotten myself a can of coke zero. I cracked it open on my way out the back door, took a few hearty chugs and sat it on my small garden table I keep out by my raised beds, and got back to working in the garden. I have on wireless earbuds and listening to a podcast as I work on cleaning the pumpkin patch of weeds, when out of the blue I hear and practically feel a loud BANG, to the point I exclaimed louded "what the f*ck?!" and pull my ear buds out.
I live in a rough neighborhood, there's been shootings and what not so I kind of duck down and start looking around to get a feel of things. That's when I see it. My can of coke is knocked down to the ground and just spitting foamy coke every where. No way that's the noise, right? But I run over and pick it up (with the logic being diet coke probably isn't even good for plants) and I wipe it clean and start looking it over and I realize not only is it full, it's completely unopened. I know I opened it, I know I drank half of it, and I know moments before I had seen it laying on the ground shooting coke up into the air. I even had to wipe it off.
I have no idea what the bang was, or how my open spilled coke suddenly became full and unopened in my hands.
I think the plants you are growing may be a little dubious?
When I was like 8 I had a battery operated lamp that worked for like a week with no battery’s in it
This one is strange to me because it was so long ago and I'm convinced I have to be remembering things wrong. I was a young kid at the grocery store and I saw this toy helicopter (like hot wheel sized) that I really wanted for some reason. I, of course, didn't buy it, but it the memory of it stuck in my head. A few nights later, I had a dream where I was playing with the helicopter, but I realized it was a dream and stupid young me thought that if I put it under my pillow, it would still be there when I woke up. After that, I woke up and eagerly checked under the pillow to get it. For some reason, it was right where I left it in the dream. As a kid, I wasn't surprised to find it there as it all made perfect since to me then, but years later I have no clue how the toy helicopter actually got underneath the pillow.
Parents saw him take an interest in the toy helicopter, bought it for him, and put it under his pillow.
I'm too young to remember this, actually. But my mom always tells this story.
Apparently, when I was younger, like barely able to speak, I was sitting on the floor playing with some toys nonchalantly with my mom when I just said "when I was in heaven, I met a woman who said you'd be the perfect mommy for me."
I apparently held the belief that I was in heaven before being born, and an angel looked at me and chose the mom I went to. My mom asked me to describe the woman, and I apparently described my mom's great grandmother perfectly. Down to the eye colour. I had never met my great great grandmother, nor seen a picture of her.
I was in my room watching Hulu (The Simpsons, doesn’t matter) and a Burger King commercial comes on but it’s just the king mascot and he’s like “let’s have a staring contest” and I’m like “hmmm, okay” and I’m staring, he’s staring and suddenly I blink... IMMEDIATELY he says “gotcha, I won” and I was like WTF!??? I slammed my laptop shut and was creeped out the entire night. I watched Hulu all the time in hopes of running into that commercial but I never saw it again.
I've had a really bizarre and unpleasant experience very recently. Somebody here on BP has decided to report literally every post I make as inappropriate, which gets me an automatic one day ban (presumably while they look into it). So every day I have been getting bans and then when I ask them, they say it's a mistake, except their algorithm then banned me for five days because of "repeated violations" except there hadn't been violations in the first place. It's been really sad, because this is a happy place for me and someone has just randomly decided to spoil it for me. So whoever you are, please leave me alone.
I'm sorry, Jo Choto. I understand how infuriating that would be. I hope the a hole doing that gets caught.
Load More Replies...Wow! Reading those stories brought back a memory.... When I was 10 yrs old, I was home with my mom when the phone rang. I then - for no reason at all - said "It's the hospital. Dad has been in an accident.". Well, I was wrong, it was not the hospital. 5 minutes later, the phone rang again and it WAS the hospital, calling about my dad having been in a car accident. Ok, that is spooky in itself. Now, what I feel equally spooky, is that I am thinking about this today. My dad's accident happened on April 1st 1982, 40 yrs ago today... BTW, while dad was hurt pretty bad in the crash, he healed nicely. He turned 80 last week and us in perfect health.
Creepiest thing ever? My mom going Smeagol/Gollum due to her brain tumor. You don't know freaked out till you've heard *that* in the back seat on the way to the surgeon.
Years ago I took my 1976 Ford Maverick to the auto shop. The car was on a ramp over the pit where the mechanics worked. The guy wanted to show me something underneath my car. Of course they don't let you do this anymore, but I could jump down in the pit. So I was in the pit, and the mechanic showed me whatever it was, and suddenly the car started to move forward and down into the pit! Crazily, I pushed the guy out of the way, stepped forward, and put my hands up on the car bumper to stop it from falling. And the car just stopped and hung there. Now I know that Pandas will tell me that the car got stuck on something, or the emergency brake kicked in, and they're probably right. But it sure felt unexplainable at the time. The mechanic and I just looked at each other and said, OMG, what just happened? We were both shaking.
When I was young there was a room in our old house I never went into. Like I would throw fits if my parents tried to make me go sleep in there ( it was supposed to be my bedroom) I swore blind there was a strange man who stood in the corner staring at me. Mum didn't believe me, for years I told her that he followed us wherever we moved He was always in the corner always watching. I thought I was going crazy as I got older and it still didn't stop Until one day mums saw him too. Since then there's been none stop activity wherever we live. We have pictures of a shadow figure and videos of things moving by themselves. It only ever happens when I'm home too, the house is quiet when I'm not around
Something like this has happened to me. On our independence day, we had chairs lined up in our culdesac, and my dad was lighting fireworks. Well, for some reason, I thought I would move to a different chair that no one was sitting in, just cause....Well, a minute later, the firework canister tips over and fired right into that chair I had been sitting in... Wasn't a big one, but still would've hurt...
When I was in junior high school I started drawing a little cartoon of a lion's head when I doodled. I even signed my papers with it, instead of writing my name. I don't know why I did this. Shortly after that, I found out I was adopted, and 20-some years later found out my birth mom's name: Frances Lyons.
My sister and I were watching TV with a seat in between us. I thought it was a great idea to poke her for fun. Without looking I got to poke her with my finger only I hit something halfway to poling her: it was her finger I hit. She had decided at that same moment to poke me too.
When I was a teenager, I was sitting in my room on the couch, reading. Suddenly I had the urge to get up and move over to my bed, so I got up and sat down on the mattress. The second my butt hit the bed, the bookshelf above the couch came crashing down right where I had been sitting seconds before. Edit: Spelling
One time I got in trouble for staying up at night with my lamp on, and my parents took the bulb. A couple nights later, I had forgotten about it and reached over to turn the lamp on. Turned with no problem, and I fluffed my pillows and went to bed. Next morning, I remembered that I didn’t have a bulb, and went to look, thinking that maybe my mom had brought t back the day before without telling me. No bulb. I asked my mom later, she said she still had it. No idea how that happened
About 30 years ago, I was at the house of my girlfriend at the time, sitting on the living room couch with her, when the temperature in the room suddenly dropped around 15 degrees. I could see, in the reflection on the T.V. screen, the hallway door and, across the hall, through the bathroom, to the window. There was a light, there. I got up, walked over, and looked, but there was no light. So, I went to the door and felt a strong reluctance to step across the threshold. After taking a breath and willing myself to step in, everything went back to normal. I searched the hall, but nothing was amiss, other than a picture askew on the wall. When I told my GF, she went pale and asked which picture. It was a man and a little girl in the forest. Turns out, that was the last picture on the roll of film in the camera found after he had killed the girl and then himself (he was going through a divorce and was depressed).
Some nights I feel there is someone/something standing at the side of the bed looking at me. So much so that these (usually 2) have caused me to throw punches off the side of the bed at their head height about 3ft. The things is I've got a motion detect camera but as daft as it sounds I don't want to set it up in case it does catch something being there.
I used to work for Tim Hortons, at a small, kiosk type place in a mall, but with nice sized dining area we close off with big gates at closing time. The "kitchen" area in the back was narrow and tight. (It used to be a clothing store.) At the far end of the back room was cramped with our coats hanging on hooks, a computer on a small desk with a small chair, and the small beverage fridge where we kept extra stock of canned and bottled drinks. Just a dead end. No door. No window. After closing, I was working with one other person, she was at the front closing tills and I was doing drink rotations in the backroom. Right behind I heard and felt someone slipped by me and say "Excuse me". Other times I would hear a crowd in the dining area and at the counters. Every time. My coworkers had the same experiences.
I really shouldn’t be reading this this late at night… whatever I’m not a coward
I'll keep saying this with you over & over, and maybe we will believe it...someday.
Load More Replies...Ages ago in the states (when Barack Obama was head honcho) my first earth quake was in Virginia (home state). I had thought a plane crashed near my place I was at. I had freaked out. I never experienced an earth quake, but was well aware of the symptoms. The funny thing is I've visited California for a long duration and very often (friends/fam) and yet my first earth quake was in one of the least active state.
I remember that quake! In August of 2011. In Maryland, books fell off the shelf and a couple of glass objects fell and broke.
Load More Replies...At my old church, there was what I can only describe as a demon girl or, as my family called it, diablo nina. :p Well, this girl was about 7 or 8 from the looks of it, always wearing solid colors, shoulder blade length brunette hair. She has only been seen from the back and is always spotted in random places. The main place where activity is spotted is a downstairs room, the room for infants. She was seen during construction of the church, in the sanctuary, the hallways, etc. I saw her running past me once, and she looks so similar to my little sister, I didn't realize until later that my little sister was sitting in front of me, while the girl seemed to run way past me, several rows up. Well, one day my sisters and I decided to do a "diablo nina hunt." We went into the infant room, and I got too scared to check the bathroom in that room. I handed the phone to my 10-year-old sister, and she checked around the corner into a room connected to the bathroom. She didn't see it at the time, but she caught a hand, much bigger than her own, going through the wall around the corner. As if that wasn't creepy enough, my sister was once...possessed or something. During one filming session, she stopped, smiled creepily, eyes glazed over and red, and stared at the camera. The "possession" lasted about 3 seconds, but was creepy af. The last time we caught something, it was a screech. We heard it in real life and on the video. I can confirm I am never going back to that church!
I remember one incident that happened to me when I was about 13 at the time. I was lying in my twin bed, which was against the wall. I was in a position where I was facing the wall. Anyway, during one night, I was in bed and my father was with me, talking to me about something that I don't recall anymore. All of the sudden, this masculine-looking face materialized on my poster. ON THE WALL. Mind you, since it was nighttime, it was dark in my room. No lights were on. I think I was more confused than startled. I stared at it before pointing to it; signaling my father to look so he could see what I was seeing. But when he did turn his head toward the wall, the face vanished; however, when my father looked away, the face materialized AGAIN. At one point, I turned on my light to see if I can get a better look. Once more, the face disappeared. Turned the light off, the face came back. I cannot explain how it happened. It only happened that one time. Never saw that face again.
I was in Fiji on holiday about ten years ago and we'd regularly flag trucks down for rides on a very busy road. I had a sudden vision of a car overtaking a bus, realized there was an oncoming vehicle and in his haste to avoid a collision, he veered sharply, and plowed into both of us. The vision was so alarming that I turned to check for busses, there was one and this dude was overtaking. Without hesitation I grabbed my daughter and leapt out of the way. The guy behind the wheel died at the scene.
My mom managed a condo co plex and had pictures of me in her office. One day, a client is in her office just having a nice conversation, but he keeps looking at my pictures with a confused look on his face. My mom thinks it odd, but doesn't say anything. Eventually, he stops what he is saying, apologizes, then asks my mom why she has pictures of his daughter in her office. I still think about it...
I thought I was having an extremely bad panic attack a couple years ago. It lasted for two days. On the third day my friend called the ambulance, as I couldn't breathe when I moved, so I was stuck in my chair. According to the hospital doctors, I wasn't having any kind of panic attack, I had three clots.......one in my lungs, and two in my right leg. --------- Well, after many tests, cat scans, and running every known test on my blood that they could think of......they said they had NO idea HOW or WHY the clot formed. They said my blood was fine, nothing out of the ordinary, everything else seemed fine as well. The doctors said they had never seen anybody live that had clots like I did. ------------- They ran some clot dissolving meds through my system for 24 hours, and then put me on a blood thinner pill for the rest of my life. The set me up to go see another blood specialist and a heart/lung specialist. And neither of them could find any reason those clots would form.
Many of these stories involve the miraculous, downright creepy or both. Some of them may be made up, misrememberings or misunderstood. But I damned well wish the naysayers would check themselves.
I have one from when i was in HS. i grew up in the country, think loke The Hills Have Eyes type of place. I was driving home from school, almost home, and suddenly i was just on the side of the road. It was like i was driving, blinked, and then on side of the road. To this day it is the most bizzare thing i think i have ever experienced. Another one also involving driving, may have an explanation. I was very very sick with a fever and had gone to the doctor. I was forced to wait for hours in the waiting room and by the time i got out and was driving home, I was completely exhausted and very ill. As i was driving everything got really blurry and i suddenly could not see. I knew a parking lot had been coming up, so i just blindly turned a sharp right and then slammed on the breaks (i know, very stupid). I just sat there until my vision slowly started coming back. Miraculously, i had managed to be parked perfectly in a parking spot. I think i had a stroke or something.
Reminds me of the time my mom was cleaning house for this lady, I think her kid tolerated me. But anyway first time I've ever been to this location. We were walking with a bunch of other of his friends and his dog. He tells me to go tell his mom that he's going to someone else's house. Tells me the dog knows the way home. I eventually get there, tell his mom and grab my bike. A while later I hear him call out to me, so I go up a hill. Minutes pass and as I bike up to them he says "How did you find us?'" "You called my name." Everyone exchanges weird glances. "....No I didn't." Honestly I think they were just trying to ditch me. But haha
I've had a really bizarre and unpleasant experience very recently. Somebody here on BP has decided to report literally every post I make as inappropriate, which gets me an automatic one day ban (presumably while they look into it). So every day I have been getting bans and then when I ask them, they say it's a mistake, except their algorithm then banned me for five days because of "repeated violations" except there hadn't been violations in the first place. It's been really sad, because this is a happy place for me and someone has just randomly decided to spoil it for me. So whoever you are, please leave me alone.
I'm sorry, Jo Choto. I understand how infuriating that would be. I hope the a hole doing that gets caught.
Load More Replies...Wow! Reading those stories brought back a memory.... When I was 10 yrs old, I was home with my mom when the phone rang. I then - for no reason at all - said "It's the hospital. Dad has been in an accident.". Well, I was wrong, it was not the hospital. 5 minutes later, the phone rang again and it WAS the hospital, calling about my dad having been in a car accident. Ok, that is spooky in itself. Now, what I feel equally spooky, is that I am thinking about this today. My dad's accident happened on April 1st 1982, 40 yrs ago today... BTW, while dad was hurt pretty bad in the crash, he healed nicely. He turned 80 last week and us in perfect health.
Creepiest thing ever? My mom going Smeagol/Gollum due to her brain tumor. You don't know freaked out till you've heard *that* in the back seat on the way to the surgeon.
Years ago I took my 1976 Ford Maverick to the auto shop. The car was on a ramp over the pit where the mechanics worked. The guy wanted to show me something underneath my car. Of course they don't let you do this anymore, but I could jump down in the pit. So I was in the pit, and the mechanic showed me whatever it was, and suddenly the car started to move forward and down into the pit! Crazily, I pushed the guy out of the way, stepped forward, and put my hands up on the car bumper to stop it from falling. And the car just stopped and hung there. Now I know that Pandas will tell me that the car got stuck on something, or the emergency brake kicked in, and they're probably right. But it sure felt unexplainable at the time. The mechanic and I just looked at each other and said, OMG, what just happened? We were both shaking.
When I was young there was a room in our old house I never went into. Like I would throw fits if my parents tried to make me go sleep in there ( it was supposed to be my bedroom) I swore blind there was a strange man who stood in the corner staring at me. Mum didn't believe me, for years I told her that he followed us wherever we moved He was always in the corner always watching. I thought I was going crazy as I got older and it still didn't stop Until one day mums saw him too. Since then there's been none stop activity wherever we live. We have pictures of a shadow figure and videos of things moving by themselves. It only ever happens when I'm home too, the house is quiet when I'm not around
Something like this has happened to me. On our independence day, we had chairs lined up in our culdesac, and my dad was lighting fireworks. Well, for some reason, I thought I would move to a different chair that no one was sitting in, just cause....Well, a minute later, the firework canister tips over and fired right into that chair I had been sitting in... Wasn't a big one, but still would've hurt...
When I was in junior high school I started drawing a little cartoon of a lion's head when I doodled. I even signed my papers with it, instead of writing my name. I don't know why I did this. Shortly after that, I found out I was adopted, and 20-some years later found out my birth mom's name: Frances Lyons.
My sister and I were watching TV with a seat in between us. I thought it was a great idea to poke her for fun. Without looking I got to poke her with my finger only I hit something halfway to poling her: it was her finger I hit. She had decided at that same moment to poke me too.
When I was a teenager, I was sitting in my room on the couch, reading. Suddenly I had the urge to get up and move over to my bed, so I got up and sat down on the mattress. The second my butt hit the bed, the bookshelf above the couch came crashing down right where I had been sitting seconds before. Edit: Spelling
One time I got in trouble for staying up at night with my lamp on, and my parents took the bulb. A couple nights later, I had forgotten about it and reached over to turn the lamp on. Turned with no problem, and I fluffed my pillows and went to bed. Next morning, I remembered that I didn’t have a bulb, and went to look, thinking that maybe my mom had brought t back the day before without telling me. No bulb. I asked my mom later, she said she still had it. No idea how that happened
About 30 years ago, I was at the house of my girlfriend at the time, sitting on the living room couch with her, when the temperature in the room suddenly dropped around 15 degrees. I could see, in the reflection on the T.V. screen, the hallway door and, across the hall, through the bathroom, to the window. There was a light, there. I got up, walked over, and looked, but there was no light. So, I went to the door and felt a strong reluctance to step across the threshold. After taking a breath and willing myself to step in, everything went back to normal. I searched the hall, but nothing was amiss, other than a picture askew on the wall. When I told my GF, she went pale and asked which picture. It was a man and a little girl in the forest. Turns out, that was the last picture on the roll of film in the camera found after he had killed the girl and then himself (he was going through a divorce and was depressed).
Some nights I feel there is someone/something standing at the side of the bed looking at me. So much so that these (usually 2) have caused me to throw punches off the side of the bed at their head height about 3ft. The things is I've got a motion detect camera but as daft as it sounds I don't want to set it up in case it does catch something being there.
I used to work for Tim Hortons, at a small, kiosk type place in a mall, but with nice sized dining area we close off with big gates at closing time. The "kitchen" area in the back was narrow and tight. (It used to be a clothing store.) At the far end of the back room was cramped with our coats hanging on hooks, a computer on a small desk with a small chair, and the small beverage fridge where we kept extra stock of canned and bottled drinks. Just a dead end. No door. No window. After closing, I was working with one other person, she was at the front closing tills and I was doing drink rotations in the backroom. Right behind I heard and felt someone slipped by me and say "Excuse me". Other times I would hear a crowd in the dining area and at the counters. Every time. My coworkers had the same experiences.
I really shouldn’t be reading this this late at night… whatever I’m not a coward
I'll keep saying this with you over & over, and maybe we will believe it...someday.
Load More Replies...Ages ago in the states (when Barack Obama was head honcho) my first earth quake was in Virginia (home state). I had thought a plane crashed near my place I was at. I had freaked out. I never experienced an earth quake, but was well aware of the symptoms. The funny thing is I've visited California for a long duration and very often (friends/fam) and yet my first earth quake was in one of the least active state.
I remember that quake! In August of 2011. In Maryland, books fell off the shelf and a couple of glass objects fell and broke.
Load More Replies...At my old church, there was what I can only describe as a demon girl or, as my family called it, diablo nina. :p Well, this girl was about 7 or 8 from the looks of it, always wearing solid colors, shoulder blade length brunette hair. She has only been seen from the back and is always spotted in random places. The main place where activity is spotted is a downstairs room, the room for infants. She was seen during construction of the church, in the sanctuary, the hallways, etc. I saw her running past me once, and she looks so similar to my little sister, I didn't realize until later that my little sister was sitting in front of me, while the girl seemed to run way past me, several rows up. Well, one day my sisters and I decided to do a "diablo nina hunt." We went into the infant room, and I got too scared to check the bathroom in that room. I handed the phone to my 10-year-old sister, and she checked around the corner into a room connected to the bathroom. She didn't see it at the time, but she caught a hand, much bigger than her own, going through the wall around the corner. As if that wasn't creepy enough, my sister was once...possessed or something. During one filming session, she stopped, smiled creepily, eyes glazed over and red, and stared at the camera. The "possession" lasted about 3 seconds, but was creepy af. The last time we caught something, it was a screech. We heard it in real life and on the video. I can confirm I am never going back to that church!
I remember one incident that happened to me when I was about 13 at the time. I was lying in my twin bed, which was against the wall. I was in a position where I was facing the wall. Anyway, during one night, I was in bed and my father was with me, talking to me about something that I don't recall anymore. All of the sudden, this masculine-looking face materialized on my poster. ON THE WALL. Mind you, since it was nighttime, it was dark in my room. No lights were on. I think I was more confused than startled. I stared at it before pointing to it; signaling my father to look so he could see what I was seeing. But when he did turn his head toward the wall, the face vanished; however, when my father looked away, the face materialized AGAIN. At one point, I turned on my light to see if I can get a better look. Once more, the face disappeared. Turned the light off, the face came back. I cannot explain how it happened. It only happened that one time. Never saw that face again.
I was in Fiji on holiday about ten years ago and we'd regularly flag trucks down for rides on a very busy road. I had a sudden vision of a car overtaking a bus, realized there was an oncoming vehicle and in his haste to avoid a collision, he veered sharply, and plowed into both of us. The vision was so alarming that I turned to check for busses, there was one and this dude was overtaking. Without hesitation I grabbed my daughter and leapt out of the way. The guy behind the wheel died at the scene.
My mom managed a condo co plex and had pictures of me in her office. One day, a client is in her office just having a nice conversation, but he keeps looking at my pictures with a confused look on his face. My mom thinks it odd, but doesn't say anything. Eventually, he stops what he is saying, apologizes, then asks my mom why she has pictures of his daughter in her office. I still think about it...
I thought I was having an extremely bad panic attack a couple years ago. It lasted for two days. On the third day my friend called the ambulance, as I couldn't breathe when I moved, so I was stuck in my chair. According to the hospital doctors, I wasn't having any kind of panic attack, I had three clots.......one in my lungs, and two in my right leg. --------- Well, after many tests, cat scans, and running every known test on my blood that they could think of......they said they had NO idea HOW or WHY the clot formed. They said my blood was fine, nothing out of the ordinary, everything else seemed fine as well. The doctors said they had never seen anybody live that had clots like I did. ------------- They ran some clot dissolving meds through my system for 24 hours, and then put me on a blood thinner pill for the rest of my life. The set me up to go see another blood specialist and a heart/lung specialist. And neither of them could find any reason those clots would form.
Many of these stories involve the miraculous, downright creepy or both. Some of them may be made up, misrememberings or misunderstood. But I damned well wish the naysayers would check themselves.
I have one from when i was in HS. i grew up in the country, think loke The Hills Have Eyes type of place. I was driving home from school, almost home, and suddenly i was just on the side of the road. It was like i was driving, blinked, and then on side of the road. To this day it is the most bizzare thing i think i have ever experienced. Another one also involving driving, may have an explanation. I was very very sick with a fever and had gone to the doctor. I was forced to wait for hours in the waiting room and by the time i got out and was driving home, I was completely exhausted and very ill. As i was driving everything got really blurry and i suddenly could not see. I knew a parking lot had been coming up, so i just blindly turned a sharp right and then slammed on the breaks (i know, very stupid). I just sat there until my vision slowly started coming back. Miraculously, i had managed to be parked perfectly in a parking spot. I think i had a stroke or something.
Reminds me of the time my mom was cleaning house for this lady, I think her kid tolerated me. But anyway first time I've ever been to this location. We were walking with a bunch of other of his friends and his dog. He tells me to go tell his mom that he's going to someone else's house. Tells me the dog knows the way home. I eventually get there, tell his mom and grab my bike. A while later I hear him call out to me, so I go up a hill. Minutes pass and as I bike up to them he says "How did you find us?'" "You called my name." Everyone exchanges weird glances. "....No I didn't." Honestly I think they were just trying to ditch me. But haha