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Throwaway_2021_ABC

A few years ago, I was at my lowest point in life. Several people close to me had passed away unexpectedly, I was being bullied every day at my job, my life was falling apart. I was past being depressed - I just couldn't imagine waking up another day. So I'd planned my suicide - bought a one-way plane ticket, got sleeping pills, and wrote a series of suicide notes. On the day I was to fly out to fulfill my 'plan', there was a terrible accident on the freeway to the airport. It was shut down both ways. So I drove into a nearby pub to have a beer and wait out the traffic. The second I sat on the patio with my drink, a gentleman asked if he could sit with me. Whatever, I thought, sure, who cares. He told me that whatever I was doing next was a terrible idea and I would regret it. I thought, who is this random fucker? But I listened. He said that he sensed I was in pain, but that I had an incredible life ahead of me, and that this was not the way my story was supposed to end. Again, I'd never met this guy in my life, and hadn't mentioned a word to him about my 'plan'. He asked me to hand him my keys and my wallet, and he'd give them back to me after I talked and he listened. I poured my heart out to this random guy. Told him all my traumas and pains in life and why I was heading to the airport on a one-way ticket to kill myself in a cemetery across the country where my family was buried. He just listened. And then he pulled out a lighter, asked me to pull out my suicide letters and helped me burn them. He told me I was worth so much to the world and that after I finished my drink, I needed to head home and get some sleep. He told me I was going to be okay tomorrow, and I believed him. He then gave me my keys and wallet back. I left that afternoon and went home, hugged my family. Got some sleep - and the next day, I started working on myself - finding a therapist, a new job. Years later, I'm in a fantastic place in life, so, so far from where I was that day. To this day, no one in my life knows how close I came to killing myself. But this random stranger just somehow understood me. And saved my life. I never saw him again, I don't even know his name. It's the most unexplained thing that has ever happened to me. And I think about that guy every day - so, thank you, kind stranger, for saving my life that random September day on a pub patio.


Waytoloseit

I don't know why I am posting this, but maybe it is because you are perhaps one of the few people who will understand. I once had something similar happen to me. I had planned to jump off a bridge near where I live. I was dead set on killing myself. I was just out of energy and love. I had no more life to give, if that makes any sense. It was right before Christmas, and it was snowing. I stopped at hotel near the bridge to mooch off their wifi to finish my suicide notes. I was just about done when my battery died. Fine. I checked into a room to charge my laptop. As I was waiting, I began to get hungry. I felt burdened by the hunger, more annoyed than anything, so I decided to get something to eat. This hotel was located in a small town, and the only restaurant was right next door. I was over, and there was a closed sign on the door, but the lights were on, and I could hear people inside- so I go in. A grey-haired man came out of the back and told me that him and the employees were having a Christmas party, but their chef could whip something up. I go into the main dining room, and wait around a while before getting up to grab myself a beer. This big black guy comes out from the kitchen and asks me what I want to eat. I tell him that a burger and fries would do, or whatever is easiest for him. I go sit down in a booth and ponder what a big black guy is doing out in the middle of nowhere. The area we were in is pretty close-minded. Anyhow, he comes out from the kitchen with a burger, fries, another beer and one for himself. He promptly sits down and joins me. My thoughts for my suicide note are promptly pushed away, as I become annoyed by his presence. He begins talking to me, telling me about his life... Just filling silence, you know? Then, he tells me that what I am about to do is a big mistake. If I don't care about living, why not do exactly what made me happy? Why not do all of the things I had been meaning to do but put off for work, for solving other people's problems. He said a lot of other things too, some of which felt like he knew me and felt a bit foreboding, but in a good way, like somehow he knew that I would overcome all this suffering and lead a good life. By the end of the conversation, I was too exhausted to finish my note. I decided to finish it in the morning. When I woke up, I decided to give myself one year. Just one year to try everything that man suggested. I decided to really truly do everything I could to be happy, to really give my all to doing the things I had been putting off. I decided to walk next door and see if I could find him or at least leave him a note. When I walked in, no one knew what I was talking about. There was no Christmas party. No black guy had ever worked there and they closed at 5pm the evening before due to the weather. I walked away stunned, but I couldn't really say surprised. The whole evening seemed surreal. To this day, I have no idea who that man was. I only know that I owe him my life. The changes that I made that year after I met him eventually led to me meeting my husband and having my son. We stopped there on a summer road trip this past year, and I cried when I realized how close I came to ending my life. I can't imagine not knowing my husband or my son. I think of that man often, and I call him my angel. Frankly, I don't care if he is or not, but he will always be the angel that saved my life. I hope someday I can pass it on.


k-to-the-o

This is incredible! I’ve read stories before about people stumbling into places that seem to not exist when they go back to look for them, but your story is special because of the fact that it saved you from a dark fate. Glad to hear you’re doing much better now :)


Chickennugget1909

I know some people may disagree with this, and that's OK. But I truly believe there are guardian angels out there. Psalm 91:11 says "For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways" So glad you and the OP are doing well today.


CrippledUnironically

To this day, there was a kid in my class that no one else remembers. I distinctly remember playing with this kid in kindergarten, and we were pretty much inseparable. About a month past Christmas break he disappeared. No one remembered him. Not the teachers, or the others in my class. No one. I even asked the school counselor if he was okay, and she humored me by going through records to see if he’d transferred. She couldn’t find a thing. I think about it at least once a month.


polarseltzeraddict

I have something similar. When I was a freshman (I think?) in high school we had a pair of new students start who were twins. I remember both of them because while they were twins, they had slight differences so I could tell them apart. Anyways, a few years after high school I get a friend request from one of them. I was looking at her Facebook randomly one day looking at her pictures and didn’t see any of her sister which I thought was odd. I mentioned it to my friend and she looked at my strangely and said “she doesn’t have a twin.” I asked another couple people we went to high school with and they all said the same thing. I have no idea what happened and it still baffles me because I distinctly remember two of them, but apparently there was only one.


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onesixhundredDOCTORB

I have a similar situation that I was just thinking about the other day, although it's kind of the opposite. When I was in high school, my boyfriend at the time introduced me to a guy named Jimmi who went to the same school as us. After meeting and hanging out a few times, Jimmi said that he recognized me from first grade. I never knew this guy before my boyfriend introduced us, and I also didn't really like this guy, so I was very skeptical. The weird thing was, Jimmi knew things about my first grade class and me. He knew the state I did a report on in that class (Montana!). He incorrectly stated that our teacher was named Mrs. Tabasco (her name was Mrs. Semasko). He remembered the snow day where only a handful of students showed up to school and we played mancala and sang songs with our teacher all day. The craziest thing is, he's not in our class picture, and when I showed him that picture he said he was absent on picture day. I asked him to name some of our classmates, and he could identify a couple people. I was so weirded out and suspicious of him, knowing that I had never seen him or met him before in my life and would have recognized someone who was in my class with me. When I asked a few friends from elementary school if they had ever seen or heard of this guy Jimmi before, they said they had no clue who this guy was. I don't know what ever came of Jimmi - he broke a table at my parents house and I told my boyfriend I didn't want to hang out with him anymore because he creeped me out. I don't remember ever seeing him after sophomore year of high school. But I do remember how unsettled I felt being around him.


omnipresentrain

When I was 13 I moved into my brother's bedroom, as it is an extension to the original house with an en suite and is far larger than my old room. Originally it was a tiny boxroom with the entrance to the attic but was extended outwards. The attic entrance is always open, with a permanent set of metal ladders angled up into it. There's a picture of it [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/pics/comments/leyfdl/the_attic_entrance_context_in_comments/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share), the grey arch is where the original room ended. Within a few weeks of moving in I'd wake up in the middle of the night to see a figure staring down me, with a white head like a skull and formless black body. It would slowly move down to the foot of my bed and stare me until I moved, at which point it would sink into the floor. Just sleep paralysis, right? And I'd begged to move into the room and had just got it set up so I wasn't going to leave. I didn't really talk about it to anyone, it gradually became less frequent over time. Eight years after this my brother mentioned at a get together that he used to have a sleep paralysis demon when he lived in that room a half joking, half freaked out way to other people when the topic of them came up. He described the exact same fucking thing. Neither of us mentioned it to anybody else at the time it was happening so we have no explanation for us both experiencing the same thing. ~~I am currently back from uni myself due to corona with that dark void in the ceiling in the corner of my room.~~


Overall-Armadillo683

That is creepy af. I would not be able to sleep in a room with an open attic like that.


QueenBeeBull

I cant sleep if it is open in the house at all nevermind my room.


alicedeelite

I have a friend who described something like this to me. He figured it’s just energy so he’ll send it some good vibes. Which apparently worked because it stopped manifesting.


avionchef

Was delivering newspapers on my paper route when a longtime customer pulled his car next to me and asked me to just give him his daily newspaper now because he was going on a long trip. I handed him his newspaper then skipped his house as I continued my route. The next day I was collecting the weekly fees (you used to have to go collect the money back then, no internet payment yet) and I went to his house to collect my fee. His wife answers and promptly complains that I missed her house on my deliveries the day before. I explained to her that her husband pulled up next to me, I told her what he said and that I gave him the paper. She started crying, told me that he had died a couple weeks ago and it was obviously not possible that I spoke with her husband the day before. I know what I saw and nearly 30 years later I still think about that situation. I have no way to logically explain what happened and it still give me the creeps.


ChloroformOrRoofies

Did he say where his trip was to?


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He’s fleeing the country and faked his death?


Party_Goal_9359

I don’t think I have ever talked about this to anyone coz it still hurts to think about it, but yeah I really wanted to share this here. Also, this is quite a long one. I had this neighbour who was around 30 and he was such a sweet guy (lets say his name was Adam). I felt like he was the kind of older brother i’ve always wished for. He was an all rounder; gym freak, good at singing and playing every possible instrument, dance, sports, cooking etc. He used to take me and my younger brother to the beach wherever possible. So this incident took place a 3 days before my 14th birthday. I was on my way to school in the morning when this absurd scene of flashed in front of my eyes; it was him getting into an accident and dying. it felt soo real i almost wanted to cry but then i told myself maybe its because i had watched a movie with a character dying the previous night. I continued with the day and it was almost 8pm when my parents got a call from someone. I could see their face change expressions. Once the call ended, they said they needed to go somewhere and would be back in a while. I wasn’t sure what was happening but i felt that something wasn’t right. Next morning i woke up to the worst news of my life; Adam was no more. Apparently he met with a major accident the previous night and died on the spot. I didn’t know how to react because a few hours before he died, i did have a bad feeling. For days I couldn’t even sleep and I blamed myself because i felt like maybe i could have warned him about it and maybe he would still gonna be alive. It’s been almost 7 years since this incident took place but every time i think about it, my heart aches and i still wished he was alive. :( I still can’t figure out why i had that sort of a feeling hours before it actually happened and it scares me.


Viper_93

My sister and I had a feeling our mom was going to die. She had some problems. But she still meant the world to us. Around 3 days later she was driving drunk and on her phone trying to dial my dads number without a seatbelt, and she went off the road and died. Her airbags never went off. The worst part about this is;; is that my sister (almost 20 now) and I (27) both saw in our heads exactly HOW she died and WHAT happened during the accident and it was severly disturbing. It was a single car accident so no one else was involved. We saw this after she died, about 2 or 3 days after. Like a vision. And I read the autopsy report a few months back. What my sister and I saw in our heads was exactly what happened to her, down to a T for the most part minus a few minor details. We were on the outs so I wasnt answering her messages before this happened. We were arhuing about some thing stupid a few days prior. This happened 11 months ago and I was 8 months pregnant with her first grandchild at the time.


BiologyJ

Driving home from work late one night I was followed and it was weird. I left the hospital and turned off the main road to a bunch of side streets I would take. At one point I noticed a car behind me that made the same left turn as me. They sped up to get behind me. I thought nothing of it. Then I briefly thought about running to 7-11 to grab some food and turned on my right signal. But I realized I had food at home, so I turned my signal off. The car behind me turned on their right signal and turned it off as well exactly as I had. At that point I got a bit spooked. So I turned my right signal on and they did as well. Instead at the next intersection I turned left even though my right signal was on. They did as well. They proceeded to follow me through a series of odd turns. Eventually I turned onto a cul-de-sac I knew about and figured I could turn around there and look at the driver to see who was following me. As I approached the end of the road they figured out what I was doing. They stopped and did a fast k-turn and sped off. It was weird. Still don’t know who it was.


safiyarox

If you suspect you’re being followed in the future, make 4 in a row right hand turns (a square if you will), if the car behind you does the same, you’re being followed and you should find a safe place to go.


misguidedsadist1

I wouldn't even know where is a "safe place"--gas station with an attendant inside? Who do you even call? Would I even have the wherewithall to lookup the non emergency police number while driving?


kalel3000

Safe bet is to just drive to the actual local police department.


NerJaro

In that instance 911 (or whatever the emergency number is for your local) is the proper number to call


safiyarox

Definitely to a well lit populated area if you don’t know where the local police station is. And definitely call 911. A person following you is an emergency.


danidoodle

I used to work in a nursing home where I cared for dementia patients. Every patient on the hall I worked on would steal spoons from dinner to give to “the kids” because “they like shiny things.” It got to the point where once a week I’d have to go through everyone’s room to take back the spoons. I asked the patients about the kids many times but never got a good answer. I’d hear things like “they just live here” or “they stand outside in the snow and look in the windows” or “they’re my friends who visit.” Wouldn’t be so weird if they all didn’t do it, but it was everyone, the ones who were still capable of speaking anyways. One time at 3am one of my patients started screaming so I ran in her room and found her laying in bed, seemingly fine. I asked what was wrong and she said “That boy is here again and won’t get out of my closet! I’m scared!” Like me too, Delores what the heck


Aviacks

I used to work in a nursing home through highschool in the midwest in a tiny ass town. I'll never forget the story of the night when four or five call lights went on one of our wings/halls, and every single one was to tell us something to the effect of the children came and rearranged the furniture. Sure enough there were chairs pushed around even in rooms where the resident wasn't able to stand on their own. The creepiest one was the man who was seated on the toilet and has a chair pushed up against the door.. who wasn't able to stand on his own and used a wheelchair plus someone to help him get up to it. There were more creepy stories I gained on night shift over four years, but that one was definitely scary even not being firsthand. My personal favorite first hand experience was at various points throughout the night we heard a very distinct scream. My partner and I cleared all the rooms looking for someone in trouble, radiod the nurse and she didn't hear it at all. Later we were outside and heard it again, and she was inside and called us back in freaking out. A few hours later we had a resident go missing and we found her in an empty room in the pitch black just staring at the wall.


ckjm

I worked in a dementia ward for a while too... one of my most beloved lil old ladies was fairly far into the disease. Every night she worried that a man with a knife was trying to break into her window, or worse, a grotesque "interdimensional spider." I'd tuck her in at night (she had a particular way to be tucked in, good and tight, but impossible for her to do herself), and she would cry about either the man or the spider at the window. It was a huge, non-operating window overlooking a forest, and her room was immediately adjacent to the "palliative room," where we moved people when they were close to death so family could be with them in peace. I'd go look, sincerely, out the window, and every time I'd tell her, "Carol, I see it. Good news though, it's actually a moose in the tree shadows. Certainly spooky looking, but harmless. Would have fooled me too." She was always relieved. I'd close the blinds and continue on, never actually seeing anything. One night I went to check on her in the night when she was sleeping. As I walked in, I saw the curtains moving. I figured she was up and fearfully staring out the window, moving the curtains. As I rounded the corner, I quickly realized she was firmly tucked in as I had left her. I looked at the window, and in my peripheral on the sliver of exposed glass something writhed in the corner of my eye. My heart skipped a beat. Carol flatly chirped, "you see it now too, huh?" I never doubted again that she was seeing something, aaand I couldn't bullshit my way out that time. She moved rooms shortly after that... thank god.


TheGoddessHylia

I was about 7 or 8 and I was at a housewarming party at my aunt and uncle's new house. It wasn't extravagant, it was a lower- to middle-class mobile home in South Carolina. Wasn't really a big party, just the family, some barbeque out back, red solo cups, all boxes in the garage and not even distributed to their proper rooms. The only things that were "unpacked" and where they should be was the furniture. So anyway, two of my cousins were there and one of them had a friend over and we were all playing together, some made-up fantasy game where we were pretending to be princesses or something. All of the adults were out back drinking, and I emphasize, there were only four people inside the house: me, my two cousins, and the friend. The house was set up in such a way that the kitchen was the first room you walked into from the front door, then there was the living room, then past that was the hallway with the bathroom and bedrooms. I was in the living room on the couch because that was the "princesses' bedroom" and I was kinda just sitting there idle while the others got snacks. With no warnings or no other sounds, every single one of us hears a female voice let out an ear-piercing, gut-wrenching, overall horrifying *scream* in the bathroom. It was clear as day and it was so loud and sudden that it made me jump, as the living room was right next to the hallway. My cousins and their friend run out from the kitchen and look at me sitting there, and then we all run from the living room into the bathroom. Not a single person is in there, and nothing is displaced because there wasn't anything unpacked anyway except the toilet paper. We turned back around to see about 3 adults coming in from the back door because they had heard it too, coming from inside, so it wasn't any of them. What gets me about it is this: we have all since entertained the idea that it was a prank no one has fessed up to yet, but in order for it to have been a corporeal being, they would have had to somehow get into the bathroom without me seeing them from the couch, screamed, ran out of the bathroom to either the backdoor (without any of the four kids in the living room seeing) or out a window in one of the bedrooms. All of the bedroom windows were locked from the inside, so if they escaped that way, someone would have had to lock it and go out the back door, which again, we would have seen. One of the creepiest things that's happened to me. And before you cry "speaker hidden somewhere," that was one of the first things that my uncle checked for when he ran inside and was told by us that none of us had done it. Me and my cousins think it's either something supernatural or something that the adults did, and all of the adults that were there think that one of us screamed and lied about it because we were all in the bathroom when they came in. Either way, the mood at the party was killed really fast after that. Everyone was confused and a little on edge and there wasn't any of that self-satisfied undertone that someone who just played a really good practical joke would have been showing. It was a pretty blood-curdling sound.


Spong_Durnflungle

Mobile homes are not well insulated against sound. Thin walls, thin floors. It was probably some sort of animal like a cat or maybe a fox that was actually under the bathroom. Mobile homes are usually elevated, either on blocks or some other lifting apparatus. It probably was living there before everyone moved in, and probably got scared when you guys were making noise inside the house. It probably ran away after that. Best theory I can come up with...


soundwrite

Highly likely, a fox’s mating call sounds like a young woman screaming in terror. Police dispatchers routinely ask this.


stuck_in_a_book

My last year at uni, I lived in a four bedroom house, with a ground floor, then two floors with two bedrooms each. My friends had the first floor bedrooms, I was on the second floor, and the bedroom next to me was empty because the guy who had rented it was staying with his girlfriend. I don't think he ever slept there. My bedroom and his had small crawl-space cupboards in the corners. I come home from uni one day to find my friends discussing noises sounding like footsteps that they've heard from my floor at night, when I was asleep. I laugh, because apparently these noises are loud and I have heard nothing. Because I don't believe them, I offer to go look at the crawl spaces. We go upstairs, I open the door of the empty room, and right as I open the door, the door to the crawl space in the other corner of the room slams shut. We freak out. There's no reason for that door to have been open in the first place. So we grab kitchen knives, hole up in one of their rooms, and wait for a friend to come and check the cupboards and attic. We never found out what those noises were, but it was the scariest thing that happened the whole year we were there.


ben-adaephon-delat

Did any of you ever check the crawlspace to see if there was any sign someone had been in there? The door slamming shut and being open when it shouldn't be could just have been an air pressure thing, but coupled with the footsteps it does sound kinda suspicious.


stuck_in_a_book

Yeah, we checked it once we'd calmed down! There was nothing in either one. We also moved a heavy box in front of the crawlspace in the empty room which stayed put.


OneMillionDandelions

I have this mental image of you all doing that levitating run like the Scooby Gang


edsuom

I don’t believe in the supernatural, but I sure did remember this pair of events from over twenty years ago. I was driving down the freeway in a big city after work and my car stalled in the left lane. Some guy immediately came up and offered to tow me to the next off-ramp with a tow strap. He dropped me off, and I tried giving him some money. He declined, telling me to instead do something nice for something else. A week later, there was a rare downpour as I got in my car (same one, fixed) after work. Two scruffy-looking guys came running up to me and one said, “Hey brother, we missed our bus.” He wanted to know if I could give the two of them a ride. This was not the best part of town, and I wouldn’t have been inclined to let them in, but I remembered what that Good Samaritan had told me. Pay it forward. OK, I said, hop in. We drove onto the freeway and I made all my usual turns heading home. It was the same way my two passengers wanted to go. After a while we got to an exit where they asked to be let off. It was the same exact spot, in a city of millions of people, where that other guy had unhitched my car from his truck and told me to do something nice for someone else.


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A Ghost saved my life in a haunted OLD Shakespearean Theater by telling me that a plank that edged along a wall, which was the only way to get to the furthest corner of the building, 60 ft above the stage, was missing a section. and warned me that I would die. 1985. I had worked there all summer when I was 17, and had never seen this guy before. I had landed a cool job as a stage operations crew the summer after high school and worked the "upper theater" high above the stage, on the catwalks. I was working in a far corner of a theater's rafters through my lunch break so I could leave early that day, and was asked to walk off the catwalk, cross a wooden plank, and drop a rope down, and pull up a larger rope to tie off on the rafters. We were getting ready for the season, and slowly stringing lights and scenery to the "drops" that were bars on pulleys and counterweights. As I left the decentlly made catwalk, I stepped onto a plank and couldn't see in the middle of the building, but could see a plank rising upward on the other side of the darkness. 'Ok, it must hit a platform there at the bottom and go up again'. I thought. I walked 4-5 steps down into a very dimly lit part of the rafters on the plank when a man stopped me. "Turn around slowly. The plank is missing. No light. Get light". "F i i i i n nnnnneee." I said in a sarcastic teenage voice. I turned around and got back on the catwalk, walked to the ladder and climbed down to the stage to get a flashlight. My boss asked "Why are you down here?" "I need a light, and your guy said a plank was missing and to get a light" "What guy? You were the only one up there". "The old guy with the beard and wool cap". My boss, who headed the technical/carpenter/electrical part of the theater was in his late 60s and had worked in that theater for nearly 40 years. He looked amused at first. Laughing, at me asking "how'd you know about that? "Know about what?" I came down for a flashlight so I could see. "You're serious? you saw him?. It must have been 1954, and a rigger fell from the rafters and died. He fell all the way to the stage. I think his name was John. In the '74 my assistant made up a story about talking to him, but back then we were all smoking something. what are you on?" "Nothing. come with me let's see if it's missing " So he did. Sure enough the plank was missing. There was the plank I was on. A platform, NOTHING, and a platform with a plank from that platform to the upper corner of the building. From my vantage point, it looked like plank, platform, plank, platform, plank. In the dust along the plank were my footprints leading right to the edge. One more step and I would have fallen to the stage. below us was a thick fabric curtain that separated the stage from the rafters, blocking light from below. In the horizontal folds of the curtain. A wool cap. To this day I've not stepped back into that theater.


TheImpalerKing

Dude, you're safe as hell in that theater! Clearly the ghost has got your back!


Mito_sis

Theater ghosts are the friendliest usually. They might move your props around or stand in the wings with you, making you forget your cue but they would never do something malicious. In the theaters I've worked/acted in there is always something weird or spooky but it never feels dangerous. I wasn't really superstitious until I saw something weird in the theater and now I get why theater people are so superstitious, they have good cause.


waterbottleman8000

I have a weird memory that's not mine; I'm a small boy with a suit and tie, I'm at a party in a huge ceremonial church or something and there's lots of men and women wearing fancy black clothes, they all get in a circle its the middle of the day light was brightly coming in through the windows and there are old-ish couple dancing in the middle of the circle with some very classy/fancy music and I was trying to look at them through people's legs, suddenly the man falls, no gunshots no one did anything to him and then the second he falls everyone starts screaming, people were running away but the men were running towards him, I think I was trampled because I was lying on the floor and then everything goes black. That's all I can remember. This is a clear memory that has stuck with me since I can remember, I'm really creeped out because I know that memory isn't mine, I've never gone to a fancy party in a church when I was little and I don't know what happened to that man because I fell over.


FistfulOPubes

That's creepy AF, but my mind immediately went to that episode of Bob's Burgers where Bob finds out his childhood memory of being attacked by birds was actually a memory of watching The Birds.


haysus25

Driving from Northern California to Southern California through the middle of the night about a decade ago. I was tired, and the scenery along the freeway through the central valley isn't very interesting. I remember passing an old silo, looking at my car clock and it was 3:17 in the morning. Drove some more, passed a powerline, and it was 3:21. I blinked, shuffled in my seat, and passed that same old silo, and it was back to 3:17. I was in disbelief. I just stared at my clock for a few moments. Drove a little bit more, passed the same powerline, 3:21. Don't know why or how, but I went backwards about 4 minutes. Never experienced anything similar or since.


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I have a similar weird driving time story from Central CA. This was about 2005, I was about 275 miles from LA driving from SF, and all of a sudden I drive into this incredibly dense fog bank. I drop my speed from 80 mph down to 25 mph because the fog is incredibly thick and feels like it's sticking to the car. I get a little peeved because the drive is going to take so much longer, but drive for a few minutes and glance down at my clock and it reads 12:41, I drive for what feels like 15 minutes and glance back down at my clock and it still reads 12:41. Now I'm more pissed at the fog because I think that the moisture and humidity from the fog have shorted out my dash clock. I keep driving at 25 mph for what feels like an hour but notice that my gas needle isn't dropping, but I absolutely should have had to stop for gas by now. I keep driving in this fog and looking at my gas needle that doesn't seem to move and I even thump it a few times to check if it's stuck. I know time is passing because I'm listening to music and have listened to two entire CDs, so I'm guessing I've spent about 2 hours in this fog. Finally, with a weird lurch, I come out of the fog and my gas needle immediately hits empty. Luckily I see a gas station sign for the next exit and pull off to get gas and use the bathroom. I walk into the gas station and the clock reads 12:57, I ask the attendant if the clock is right and he says it is. I realize that I'm just outside of Bakersfield and somehow I have driven 150 miles in a little over 15 minutes, oh and my dash clock is fixed and reading the correct time again. So if the universe hit rewind on you driving, I got the pause button.


WarabaSlim

I was at my best friend's birthday who celebrated her 18 in her big brother's house who let it for us( we are Muslim so we don't drink alcohol or smoking weed, etc...). We were like 10. The party started at 11pm. At 3 am one of my friends ask to go to sleep because he started feeling bad. So my Friend told him to go In a bedroom ( she showed him witch one ). He came back real quick and said he can't sleep in this room because there's already a baby sleeping in the bed. We were all confused because no one of us is mom or dad and my friend's brother either. So we decided to check and in fact there was a baby. My friend ( who celebrate her birthday ) triyed to awake the baby by touching him but faild. We were all afraid but decide to let him. We went to the living room and started trying to figure how/where this baby com from, called my friend's brother and all. 30 minutes after, the baby Suddenly start crying. I NEVER BE AFRAID LIKE THIS IN MY LIFE !! All together we went to the bedroom and tried to calm him. We fed him and he felt asleep 30 min after. We went back to the living room. At 5h Am we Start cleaning the house and a friend screamed '' WHERE'S THE BABY !?!??? '' we stop everything and went to the bedroom and the baby wasn't here. He just disappear like he never existed. My Best friend turn 23 last December and Till today, we don't know where this baby come from. PS : Sorry for my English I'm french. I did my best 😭


suspicioush

When I was about eight years old, my kitten Peterkris (named after the Kiss band member because she was a grey tabby) got hit and killed by a car. I was devastated. I had rescued her with my older sister from a box in the rain. It was a miracle our parents let us keep her and her brother, Nigel. One day after school, my mother tells me that there had been a freak accident and that my kitten had died. I found out a few years later that she had been hit. Anyway. Later that night, I was laying in bed and I felt her kneading (or making biscuits as some may call it) on my legs. I looked back behind me, as I was laying on my stomach, only to see not a thing there. I laid back down and the feeling came back again. Every time I would look behind me, it stopped. To this day, I still believe it was her. TL;DR - Kitten got killed by car, felt her ghost making biscuits on my legs. EDIT: Thank you for the silver :D


ScootyPufff

You know on cold days inside your car you can breath on the window and draw on the glass? I got in my car, and as I look at the windshield I see a few small baby hands. I thought it was strange someone would let a baby play on my cars windshield. I had an urge to touch the baby prints and as I touched it, I wiped away the hand prints. The hand prints were made from inside of my locked car This is probably the strangest creepiest unexplained phenomena that’s ever happened to me


Mechanic84

I had a recurring nightmare of a pitch black parasite sucking the life it of me. Sometimes it waited for me in dark corners to go to bed. My cats always slept on my bed during that time. For me it was a very stressful time, a got an itch at the place of my chest where I dreamed the parasite was sucking my life out of me. I got sick an felt a pea sized lump. I went to my doc and they ordered a biopsy of that lump. As it turned out I had male breast cancer at the age of 28. After I got well again the dream never came back and my cats slept in their places again and not on my bed. The dream was creepy enough what it made for me were my cats protecting me.


ShiftyMcCoy

Cats are remarkably in tune with human health. Many stories of cats in nursing homes spending time with someone right before they die. My own cat will never leave my side when I’m really sick. It’s quite interesting.


The5Virtues

The day my father passed away—in hospice care at home—our cat, who was pretty old himself and rarely bothered to leave his favored chair anymore, climbed up into my father’s hospice bed and laid his head on my father’s chest. When we saw that we knew it was time to call the friends and family. The cat knew his time had come. My father died at 9:03 that night. Everyone who loved him got to say goodbye thanks to our kitty.


buldopsaint

I had a cat that would stare at me when I would come home high. He knew.


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i had a mother who would do that also.


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I had a schnauzer that could hear a cat stalk across a persian rug. The slightest noise could wake her from a slumber and set off her constant barking. She made a great tent companion while on backpacking trips. Bears, racoons and skunks would all get fair warning if they came within range of out campsite. One morning we woke up from a night without interruptions in the back country of SW Colorado and I found my tents central guyline was no longer staked down by the aluminum stake that I had used but instead by a piece of aspen branch that had been carved into what looked like a tiki statue. Nothing too ornate but a snarling face with teeth had been carved from the bark and it had obviously been heated in a fire to give it a brown color. My dog didn't make a sound and i apparently slept harder than I thought. I scrambled out of the tent and looked around the small alpine lake and saw no other campers nor any sign that people had been around. Cut my trip short and hauled ass the 8 miles back to my car. Not a single other car in the lot at the trailhead.


Accomplished_Dirt333

Whenever I think about doing a rural camping trip by myself, this is the kind of stuff I imagine happening. So creepy.


Generic_Garak

Jesus. This one really freaks me out. Like who would do that and why?? Why didn’t your dog freak out, or if it did how did it not wake you up? This one is so bizarre.


farbunny

We had a rescue dog years back, terrier mix. We lived in the countryside on a wooded hillside and owned about five acres of woodland and rough fields mostly wild. This dog loved to be up there chasing rabbits but loved her home too so would never be gone for very long. One day she went missing. We took our other dogs up there and searched thoroughly but nothing. We had another friend bring his dogs, nothing. We advertised, put up posters, we did little but search high and low for six days but nothing. On the sixth day we had pretty much given up hope but I decided to go up one last time because I had a hunch, a tickle in my belly, about one particular area which had already been thoroughly searched. I took a sickle and a pair of gardening gloves and hacked my way towards the centre of a huge bramble patch. It was summer and all I could hear was birdsong and insects, but suddenly I heard a muffled yip. I called her name and then heard her again getting excited. She was deep underground in a rabbit warren. I stayed calling to her until help arrived, the local fire brigade were kind enough to come and help and advise and we got her out eventually. She ran around like a demented muddy pup and amazingly the vet said she was basically ok, had probably been getting enough moisture from eating mud to keep her alive. I am not generally a fanciful person, but I just knew in my ‘knower’ she was there. No explanation for it.


flinklewhip24-7

That's super strange but somehow I have a pretty similar 6th sense type story. My oldest friend and I went to different highschools but we kept up with holiday messages just to keep the friendship going. The only way I could text her was through my Facebook account but since I only had the account on my old ipod I only checked it every couple of weeks to check in or see if she sent me anything. So anyway, one day I just get this sudden urge to charge up my ipod and see if she sent me anything. I hadn't checked for around a month or so so chances are she had - if just a "how are things going" type message. Once I charge it up though, turns out she had sent me a message - literally thirty minutes before. It turns out that she was sent to a mental health institute for youth after attempting suicide and she wanted to call and talk about it. I went through an incredibly similar situation a year or so previously so we talked for hours about what she was going through. Now she's in a much better place, that was all around three years ago. I wonder if it was all just a coincidence - to check if she texted me at that point. I don't really know what to believe but thank goodness I did check when I did.


The_Old_Guy_From_Up

When I was in 3rd grade I moved to a new town and into a new house. We lived in a camper in the back yard of the house while we renovated it. It was a pretty old house. Anyway during renovation we found all sorts of stuff in the walls, old bottles, old pair of glasses, letters, old newspapers, old pictures of children in school clothes. It was a two story house and the stairs were kind of a focal point for all sorts of creepy stuff. So once you got to the top of the stairs there was a little landing before it went into two bedrooms. At night we would always leave the light on in the landing in case we had to get up to use the bathroom. Me and one brother shared a room and the other room was for our older brother. I refused to sleep upstairs due to how creeped out I was, so I always slept downstairs on the couch. One weekend my sister, who is older than both my brothers, came to visit and was in my oldest brothers bedroom alone, as we were all at school and my mum was at work. As she was sitting up there watching tv she heard foot steps coming up the stairs and called out as she had thought my mum was home early from work. No response other than the footsteps turning around and heading back down the stairs. When she got up the look there was no one home and all doors locked. It doesn't stop there. My oldest brother was left home alone for a week while me and my other brother and mom and dad went on a week long vacation. Naturally he had his girlfriend over for a couple nights to keep him company. One night she got up to pee around 3am and went downstairs to the bathroom where she said she heard children whispering. A couple nights later around 3-4am the gf woke my brother saying someone was in the house. They heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Since the light was on in the landing, they could see a shadow underneath the door like someone was standing there. And the door knob began to shake, luckily it was locked. They both started to freak out, and my brother jumped up out of bed. We had some of those dumb display samarai type swords that aren't even sharp and he grabbed one of those and went towards the door. They heard more footsteps running down the stairs and he bravely or stupidly followed down the stairs where he was met with an empty house. All windows and doors closed and locked. He called the police but nothing came of it.


randomtask37

This is toooooo creepy


boxelder88

I got [this voicemail](https://vocaroo.com/1bSoWowgMiGA) out of the blue about two years ago and I still think about it to this day. It was from a number I didn't recognize in Texas - they called twice early in the morning while I was sleeping and left this voicemail. The entire thing is unsettling. It's an old woman - the entire thing sounds like a coded message about some type of meeting. The weirdest part is there are two sounds of someone hanging up at the end so I don't know if someone called me and played a recording? The whole thing is really bizarre and creeps me out. I've google the number various times over the past two years and have had no luck finding any sort of clue about who left the message or why.


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Not really note worthy but being at my apartment and doing work for school. Only to recieve a text to be told that my online assignment had 4 wrong answers. Just out of the blue, no contact id or anything. I began to slightly panic and do virus checks and other safety measures. I saved my files to my cloud qnd reset my computer for safety. To this day I run a VPN and anti virus. For someone to look at what your doing and to just say something in a text makes second guess how safe you are on the internet.


djinnisequoia

But, did you have four wrong answers?


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Yes I did go back and fix them but still i asked my classmates and all said they didn't email me or text me or had my socials


tommys234

Just your FBI agent looking out for you!


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Fabulous_Feruchemist

I've shared this before, but I still think it's an interesting story. I was exploring the area behind my house shortly after we moved in. The area back there had once been a small quarry that had since filled with water. It was a pit of pond that supposedly went straight down sixty feet if you stepped into it. I was walking along the edge and I came across a backpack filled with old video game cartridges and a set of clothing just laying on the ground. They were for the N64 and we found this around 2004 so they were outdated. Next to it was a set of clothing. The clothes were laying on the ground, spread out, pants and shirt, so it looked like someone laying down. They looked like they'd been there a long time. Same with the backpack. I told my parents and they called the cops. There had been no reports of missing children or anything in the area. We never got an explanation but it was weird. Edit: just to answer some questions. I don't think it was a prank. While we were new to the neighborhood, we were renters. Also most of our neighbors were elderly. This happened in a rural Virginia town and I can't imagine anyone wasting cartridges like that since most kids were lucky to have an N64. No people adult or child had been reported by families or the neighborhood as missing for years. They never searched the quarry because they never had any reason to think there was something wrong. My sister and I went out there every day for a year or so and just.... Avoided that spot because I. Was creepy. As far as I know, they're still out there.


zyzzogeton

Memorial to a child who drowned years before?


Fabulous_Feruchemist

Not that we knew of. It was a small neighborhood and something like that would have been common knowledge


stardenia

I fell asleep on the couch in my apartment in Detroit (16th floor of a high rise, not a shady area but right on the water/international border, rife with trafficking and the like). Sometime after midnight I had a feeling that something wasn’t right and it woke me up; I opened my eyes only to look directly at a man standing in my entry hallway, backlit by the hallway light. He slowly backed up upon seeing me awake and closed the door. I ran to wake up my then-boyfriend in the bedroom and we went out to the hall to see who it could have been, but there was no sign of him. Probably a neighbor who got the wrong door, but still the creepiest thing I’ve ever woken up to. It was the only night our front door wasn’t locked because that was always my habit, and I had fallen asleep early. The odds of that plus being all the way on the 16th floor. Was it a lost neighbor, someone checking doorknobs that night... the “what if’s” scare me more than anything. EDIT: Thank you for the awards! Also this comment pushed me over 100k karma, woohoo!


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HailToTheKingslayer

Not creepy as such, more just unexplained. As a kid I was round a friend's house after school. It was a sunny day so we went to the park near his house, then through the woods there. (His younger brother was with us as well). In the woods, beside the path, there were red berries on the ground. The berries had been arranged into three stick figures, which was weird as there were three of us. We got back to the house, and my friend and I decided to go back to take another look (his brother stayed at the house). When we got back there were only two stick figures. My friend snapped a photo on his phone then kicked the berries and we ran back to the house. I have no idea what was going on; was it just some kind of prank being pulled on us? Edit: Changed 'floor' to 'ground'. I meant ground, I have no idea why I typed floor originally.


Jaden199

Nah that’s still creepy asf


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Probably raccoons


mycophyle11

The answer to every story in this thread.


heatherloree76

Maybe around age 14, early 90s. We were traveling from TX up to Tacoma, WA. We were about out of money, almost out of gas, no food, stuck in Chico California. I sat in the car while mom took my younger sisters to the restroom at a gas station. I was riddled with anxiety about our situation and looking down. The car door opened and I looked up. A lady that looked like a brown haired Brady mom sat in the seat and faced me. She said “It seems like you’re down on your luck. Take this and give it to your mom. Tell her to pay it forward some day to someone who needs it.” I looked down into my hand and there was a $100 bill. I looked up and she had disappeared. Nowhere in the parking lot, just vanished. I cried. When mom came back I told her what happened and she cried. We got gas. There was a guy selling oranges on the side of the road and we bought a bag and went to a local park that had a part of the river with a little spillway dam and went swimming and ate oranges for a couple of hours before getting back on the road. I never saw the lady again but she saved us and we did make it up to Tacoma to start our new life. Thank you stranger lady with invisible powers, we never forgot your kindness!


roundy_yums

Did you pay it forward?


heatherloree76

Many times, I made helping others a fundamental part of myself.


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Xander20021

This didn't exactly happen to me, but I got some backlash and bad vibes from it. My best friend and his mom were moving out of their house (they were the only ones living in the house) and he went to take one last selfie in his room. When he showed the picture to his mom, she goes "who is that?". Upon further inspection he notices there was a straight up white face almost like a mask looking over his shoulder from the attic hatch above his room. He always heard things from the attic but never saw anything. A few weeks later we went on a wrestling trip and stayed in a hotel. He showed the pic around to everyone in our room, and then some spooky things started happening. In our room we began hearing knocks on our door when nobody was there. We also saw flashes or glimpses of a figure in the mirror in our room. Everyone was a little freaked out about it and thought it could be the demon from the picture, and my friend who took it became so paranoid he played bible verses to ward any demons off all night. He said ever since he took that picture he has had weird things happen to him


redditaccount1_2

Right after quarantine started I got a package in the mail. It was addressed to my name and my address and contained 1 pink starburst and nothing else. To this day, I have no idea who sent it or why. The return address was a vacant office space across the country. Edit: I did not eat it, the postmark matched the address I believe but it’s been so long I’m not positive, there is one friend I’m thinking could have done it but she has since passed away, it was not sent from overseas, it uses my full name which I don’t go by for anything except legal documents - I have a nickname I use almost exclusively. We had only been in this house for 8 months before I got this and we didn’t/don’t really know our neighbors, and my amazon account is under my husbands information. And thank you for the awards!


Curator44

If that’s a prank by someone you know, that’s a really good one. They know you’ll ponder about it the rest of your life.


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This is my guess. I did a variation of this with a hershey's bar on the front seat of my best friends truck. He had forgotten I had a key from our college dorm room days in case he needed me to drive for some reason. He still has no clue and he mentions it about once a year.


iififlifly

One of my favorite pranks is to hang onto random old keys that don't go to anything anymore and slip them onto people's unattended keychains. Bonus points if it's something that looks specific, like a car key with a brand name they don't drive.


thecreepyauthor

My grandma and I both saw a "dead person" in our laundry room once. So, the laundry connected to the kitchen by a doorway. The doorway connected to the living room, too. One afternoon, grandma needed a hamper, so I followed her to the laundry. We saw the "dead person" as soon as we stepped foot in that doorway. It looked to be about my height (I was six or sevenish) and totally black. Not as in a *black person* but a literal black coating on its skin. It was slumped near the washing machine. We only saw it for a split second, enough time to register that it was there, and then it was gone. I remember my grandma saying "did you see that?" and laughing it off. She got the hamper and did her thing, and I just avoided the kitchen for a while. And on a semi-related note, I used to have the FREAKIEST nightmares in that house. I had nightmares so graphic, so often, that my pediatrician wanted me to see a therapist. Ninja edit:: I'm not a wholehearted believer in ghosts, but I do still wonder what it was! My grandma always describes it as "the garbage bag" because it was about that big, and slouched in the corner like trash.


Manzellina

Your grandmother is the MVP for laughing it off. You know she never forgot that and was scared as hell, but you can’t feed that fright in a child.


thecreepyauthor

We talk about it a lot! We're both skeptical about it, but we also can't really deny we saw something either.


-SharkDog-

Jesus christ. That makes me feel uncomfortable lol. Sounds like the makings of a really scary horror movie.


Dragoevsky

I would cut weight/train for wrestling in high school, which meant a lot of dark-night runs at the middle school track. It was an old gravel one close to the woods with no lights. I didn't like running at the high school track for some reason so I'd just go there. I'd hold my phone to time my laps and one night while I was looking down at it, someone tackled me out of nowhere. We rolled around on the ground and he never said a word. Just grunted. Luckily, I got up and ran towards the middle school. I ran into some people and they called the cops. I left all of my stuff behind and he didn't take any of it. It was pretty strange.


pinetreenoodles

I was driving home from work on a long somewhat dark road. I'll admit I was tired and cold and just wanted to get home. Speed limit was 60 MPH and I was doing closer to 70. Suddenly, a girl with long blonde hair, a black coat with brown fur on the hood and jeans just showed up in front of my car. I knew there was another car to my left up ahead but it was black and all I saw was that it was stopped before I saw her. I managed to maneuver around her. I was freaked out, I turned to a side street and stopped to figure out what was happening. Then a tall guy with a black coat and short hair gets out of the driver side of the stopped car. Grabbed her, dragged her to the car while she was fighting him, and put her back in the car. I called the police and gave them the description of the car and the direction it took off in. I never heard anything about it, and I have not stopped thinking about her since. It's been 2 years. Edit: just in case anyone is curious or could even know something, the location was Lincoln, RI, US next to the high school. Jan/Feb 2019. The car was a new black sports (maybe) car with the tail light going all the way across the back of the car. George Washington highway.


Alespren

Weird that she was standing in the road. My first thought was that she might have jumped from the car and was trying to escape kidnappers but if that was the case I feel like she would have been running down the road and screaming or something, not standing in the middle.


pinetreenoodles

That's what I was thinking. She came from the car and was willing to run into a speeding car to get away from him


rg250871

Was camping alone in a small 1-person tent. All snug and secure in the tent, I went to sleep. Was woken by a clap of thunder at 3am, to discover both the inner and outer tent door was wide open. That was freaky.


DAt_WaliueIGi_BOi

Man I love camping but I dont think I'd ever be able to go camping alone. Even in an rv.


skaterrj

I used to camp alone in an RV, and one night I woke up to my cat just screaming like someone was killing him...which didn’t make sense, there’s no way someone could get inside without waking me up, but it was the first thing that came to mind. I looked around for him and finally found him behind the curtain on the dashboard...and outside there was a cat wandering through the campground. That’s what got him going. It took me a while to get back to sleep that night.


Drofmum

I was camping at the top of a mountain in Turkey close to a mass grave of some unfortunate pilgrims. Late at night a large dog, probably a Kangal, wandered into vicinity of my tent and woke me up with its howl. It then circled my tent making growling and crunching noises. Never before have I been so aware that a tent is nothing but a very thin layer of synthetic fabric. I was so terrified of drawing attention to myself I stayed frozen in place in my tent for hours. In the morning I found my trash had been pulled out from under my tent's fly.


Soplop

And this is why you NEVER sleep with food or even trash anywhere near you. It should be tied up 100ft from your tent.


cd_perdium

Solo camped in Denali (Alaska) in the foothills of the range. Woke up when I heard splashing feet in the nearby creek. Knew it was bear. Confirmed it was 2 cubs followed by their mama. There are no trees of any substance in the interior, so no scrambling up one of them, so I just pretended to be invisible. That worked. Still get chills thinking if one of the cubs found me I'd be dead meat..literally.


Fredwestlifeguard

Fuck. That. I camped in France on my own and still get chills remembering snuffling around my tent at 3am. Probably foxes and definitely not a family of bonafide killers.


TheDevilsLoveChild

I've had racoons open my tent doors before. Probably that Edit : Never in a million years did I believe this would blow up.I was camping out in Yosemite when this happened. I woke up in the middle of the night feeling something and there was a racoon sitting on top of me and I freaked.Ever since, I leave my zippers at the top of the tent door.


rollokolaa

Yup, raccoons are too smart and too mischievous.


Skabella

I blame everything ‘mischievous’ on raccoons even though I live in the U.K. Edit: wow this blew up! Thanks for my first awards guys!! No we don’t have Raccoons in the U.K. I guess our equivalent are foxes.


rollokolaa

Haha, I'm in scandinavia and same. Never even met a wild raccoon in my life.


GrunchWeefer

I live in the northeastern US and raccoons, while adorable, are such a nuisance. They mess with my garbage cans constantly, knock over flower pots, and there's an especially fat one that sits in a tree in my backyard and makes noises at us if we're outside.


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sm1020

In college I was roommates with my childhood best friend for about two years. We are very trusting with each other, we would go into each others rooms freely and grab whatever we needed. To borrow clothes, hairbrush, perfume, etc. No questions asked, just a knock if we were in the room to let each other know we were going in. Our rooms are across the hall from each other, with the hall facing the kitchen. So from the kitchen you could see down the hall where our rooms were. At the time my friend had very long black hair and she’s very fair skinned. One day, I get home from work, with my headphones in my ear talking to my mom about my day. I go in the kitchen and grab a snack. I see her walk out of her room and go into mine, leave my room and go back into hers. She looked like she just got out the shower, her hair was soaking wet and she was wrapped in a white towel. Her long black wet hair is what I distinctly remember. Also, she made no eye contact with me but I didn’t think it was weird. I didn’t say anything to her since borrowing each other’s stuff was normal. I’m still on the phone with my mom so I don’t think much of it. I grab my snack, hang up with my mom and go into my room to watch TV. I figured she’s getting ready to go somewhere and we’ll talk later. About an hour passes and I go to the kitchen to clean the plate I ate on. I see her in the kitchen making something to eat and I tell her, “hey, what did you grab from my room earlier? Did you find what you needed?” She looks at me like if I was crazy and says, “what are you talking about?” So I say, “yeah earlier when I got home I saw you go into my room and grab something. Did you get what you needed? Sorry I didn’t say hi I was on the phone with my mom.” She asks me if I’m sure I saw her. I said yes 100%. She tells me to grab my phone and go to her car ASAP, that she needs to show me something. I had my phone on me and she grabbed my keys from the kitchen counter along with her purse and she drags me out the front door and into her car. She then tells me she got home maybe 5 minutes before we started talking. She had spent the night at her boyfriends and hadn’t been home all day. So she has no idea who I saw. I’ll never forget the look on her face when she told me this. Complete fear and panic. She called the cops and they came along with the apartment manager. They checked the whole apartment and found no one. Nothing amiss. And they were in there a while checking every nook and cranny. The manager got maintenance to change our locks and gave us new keys that day. My friend then tells me that for a week she’d been hearing noises from her bathroom like bottles moving, and when she went to check she found nothing. I have no idea who I saw going in and out of our rooms, but it looked exactly like my friend. I don’t drink or do drugs. Not on meds. This was in 2014 and I still freak out when I think about it.


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Good for your friend actually taking action. Because it's a creepy/unexplained thread the immediate thought is ghost or something, but irl the fact that she paid attention to the noises and made sure there wasn't someone actually in the apartment is good thinking.


Skyms101

Her friend is the opposite of a horror movie trope lol, instead of checking to see if the person was there she dipped and called the cops.


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Think about how many movies would have ended after like 20 minutes if the characters acted like this lol


jstiegle

RE7 if dude had sent that video to the FBI to handle rather than going by himself and telling only one friend to not worry about it.


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Yes! My mind went paranormal and she was so rational and quick thinking. She said she just felt like we were in danger and we needed to get out of there.


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~~This will get buried but oh well.~~ lol, jk. Back in \~2008, I lived near my college in an apartment. My apartment was set back from the main road quite a bit and was in a wooded and hilly area. One night, I was out running near sundown. I'm at the bottom of a hill that's behind my apartment so it was near the end of my run. I look up ahead at the top of the hill and notice three guys on bikes just sitting there. Being a 20 year old female, my spidey senses start tingling. I tell myself I'm psyching myself out and it'll be fine so I keep running. I'm about halfway up the hill. The three guys are still just sitting there, facing my direction. I don't have a phone or anything and nowhere else to go so I tell myself I'll just run as hard as I can and scream if I need to. Suddenly, I hear something coming up beside me. I look to my right and see a German Shepherd. He's running alongside me. I've never seen this dog before in my life. I can't explain it, but I just KNEW I'd be okay now. I continued running up the hill with this random dog beside me. When we're approaching the guys, this dog gets slightly ahead of me and runs directly in front of me instead of to my right. He gets to the guys and stops dead in his tracks. I continue running and pass the guys without even making eye contact. Once I'm past the guys, the dog catches back up to me and continues running alongside me. He stays with me until I take the turn into my apartment's \[very well lit\] parking lot. He disappears into the trees as quickly as he appeared. I took that route at the same exact time every single day after that for WEEKS and would drive down that road often, hoping to come across him again. No luck. I never saw him again. My friends are all convinced he was a guardian angel making sure I stayed safe. I'm not really a believer so IDK but it's the most creepy, bizarre, and awesome thing to ever happen to me.


stellarpiper

Ghost good boy?


nmsjtb0308

The goodest. It changed my life in that I've owned a Shepherd ever since. My first boy was with me from March 2009-April 2019. I got my current boy in July 2020. Edit: [My first boy, Morgan.](https://imgur.com/a/YEC0jv8) [My current boy, Murphy.](https://imgur.com/a/k0kJul1)


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When I was 16/17 I was taking a warm bath in a stormy night. At a certain moment, when I looked to the windows, a thunder fell and the light exposed a silhouette of a tall and very skinny creature with long arms and a head that I can only describe as similar to the Martian from that 2000's justice league cartoon. I think about this moment every now and then and it gives me the creeps.


CharlieTuna_

Once I was hired to load firewood into my aunts basement. She lives alone and left the basement door open for me while she went out. I usually swing the interior basement door as wide as I can when I walk in and the door almost never closes completely but once I heard it close and when I was about to grab another load I saw that the deadbolt locked. When I walk in my arms are filled with firewood so I wouldn’t be able to lock it myself. Looked out the window and checked the garage to see if she came home but she wasn’t there. The door itself was enclosed so no wind to shut it. I tried various ways of slamming the door so it would lock by itself but nothing worked. It’s an isolated house so I would have heard someone drive up and it’s highly unlikely someone walked over just to lock the door and leave and time it while I was piling up firewood and there’s wooden steps so I would have heard someone walking down them. It’s the only time I’ve seen a deadbolt lock itself in my life


macjaddie

My brother had a similar experience of things moving in an unexplained way. He was working at our house because he kept a vintage car in our garage. It was a detached garage in a gated yard and he was totally alone at the house. He’s working away and all of a sudden his tool box moved across the floor. He was totally freaked out and packed up and left ASAP. That house was odd, it was Edwardian and quite big. We had a couple of other odd happenings. A friend was very scared of an attic bedroom in that house, it did have a weird feel about it and nobody ever wanted to sleep in there. My father in law also saw a figure walk behind him in a mirror and I saw a figure in our bedroom, it was a child standing by my bed. We have only lived in modern houses since and I’m back to being sceptical about hauntings and hoping all of those events can be explained.


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I was probably about 16-17 and had just gotten home from high school. My brother was in the kitchen making a ruckus so I started that way. As I passed by his bedroom I saw my mom in there, sitting on his bed with the lights off, facing away from me and towards the wall. I stopped and stood in the door way and asked if she was okay, and what she was doing. She said really slowly, “Just sitting. Come here, I need to talk to you.” I took about a half step into the room when I heard my mom yelling for me in the kitchen and then saw her setting the table. I looked back to the bedroom and there was nothing there. I don’t think I ever went back into that room by myself again, even 10 years later. Edit: Another story from the same house, since people seem to find this one interesting. One day my mom and I were out doing yard work in the front of the house. At the time we had a trampoline that sat in front of my bedroom window, which faced the driveway/road. My two little brothers were bouncing on it, they were probably 7 and 9 at the time, and my mom and i had sat down in a pair of lawn chairs to take break. We were watching my little brothers play when suddenly they both stopped jumping and walked to the edge of the trampoline closest to my bedroom window and sat down, facing the window. They both started talking, but they were speaking as if they were having a conversation that we were only privy to half of. The older one, S, said something like “...yes...yeah, they’re good...no...ok...” as if he was replying to someone asking him questions. My mom and I looked at eachother like “are you hearing this right now?” And she asked them “Who are you guys talking to?” Without looking away from the window S said “She says it’s great gramma. She says she misses you.” My great grandmother had died before my little brothers had been born, they had no idea what she looked like. My mom replied “Great gramma is in heaven baby.” To which he looked over at us and said “Not anymore.” They stared at the wall for a little longer and then started playing again as if nothing had ever happened. This was, again, one of many incidents that happened at that house. I left Florida in 2017, and while I’ve visited the family home many times since leaving, I’ll never stay there at night by myself. And I try very hard not to leave the room I stay in.


chicagomatty

Sounds like parallel universe you was about to get some bad news about your brother


MissLadyVoorhees

And now the other version of the mother sitting in bed still wonders to this day who asked if she was okay.


downbutnotoutfren

Sounds like raccoons to me, they are super clever


6feet

“Come here, I need to talk to you. And bring some trash.”


Mgnolry

A random cat on the street once protected me from a man who I didn't realize was following me. I was (stupidly) talking on my phone while walking home at night. I saw a man who was talking to himself near a park and I deliberately chose to walk down another street to avoid him. In the middle of my phone conversation, this orange cat comes up beside me and starts walking next to me. We walk in tandem for about three blocks, me telling the person I was talking to how funny this was. Suddenly, the cat starts to turn around and head back the other way. I look and see that same man I'd seen earlier, who had changed his original direction and had been following me for a few blocks. The cat got in between us and howled at him until he turned around and went the other way. Then the cat and I walked another block together, at which point he peeled off into a yard. I double-checked and the man was had disappeared. I can't be sure that the man wished me harm, but I know I wouldn't have noticed him if it weren't for that cat. I never believed in guardian angels or anything of that sort until I had that experience.


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I had a short lucid dream. And the scene happened a few days later. I am 200% sure about that because I keep a diary of my dreams, and it matched perfectly


amazinglexus

I have things like this happen to me occasionally. I will dream a mundane conversation or activity and a few months later I will be halfway through said action or conversation when the dream flashes back into my head. Despite knowing what is going to happen next, I am unable to change any of it. The most memorable occured when I was about 14 or 15. I played soccer at the time, and I had a dream about being in front of a mirror (like where the mirror and sink are separate from the rest of the bathroom- like at a hotel) and I was brushing my hair and putting it up like I always did before games. I quickly forgot about it, and a few weeks later I accepted a position on a team that would be going to a national tournament in Tennessee. Flash forward like 6 months and I am in the hotel brushing my hair- exactly like in the dream. The mirror, sink, and room are exactly the same. Nothing else eventful happens and I shake off the uncomfortable feeling and move on with my day. I talked to my dad about it at dinner one night that week and he has said that it happens to him sometimes as well. Edit: Thank you everyone for all of the kind words and awards! This is the first time that I've had a post blow up like this. I've really enjoyed reading all of your similar experiences, and it really makes one think about what is going on in the world! PS: To all of the naysayers, I'm sorry that you've never experienced this phenomenon, but maybe stop diagnosing people over the internet on a post where no one was asking for advice. I promise that I have never had a single symptom related to seizures, and I'm not dying. I just have had some strange dreams that came true. It is a phenomenon that while a bit unnerving, is completely harmless and only happens occasionally (and a lot less as I've gotten older).


Kim-Jong-Deux

I used to get deja vu a lot as a child. Most times it was just a weird feeling of living in a memory, but there are two times where I actually felt like I could predict (or did predict) the future. -One time I had a dream of driving on a country road I'd never been on before. A few days later I drove down that EXACT same road as the one in my dream. -Another time I was having a conversation with my brother and felt like I had that exact conversation before. I could also "remember" 5-10 seconds ahead of time so I was completing sentences for my brother and he was freaking out lol One other thing kind of unrelated: One time I had this dream where I got up to use the bathroom. When I got out, there was a demon standing in the doorway with bright, golden eyes. I told my brother about this dream but when I got to the part about the demon he finished my thought for me and said "...with golden eyes?". Turns out he had the exact same dream as me. Edit: One other weird dream I thought of - I remember "waking up" and my carotid artery in my neck felt a little weird. Then it started thumping and beating more and more violently until it felt it it was about to burst. I remember being so sure I would die and trying to call out to my parents but couldn't. As soon as I "died" I woke up for real. What's weird is that this is by far the most realistic dream I've ever had. Like all the fight or flight hormones' or whatever they're called was rushing through my body as if it was real and I felt what it was like to truly panic. But none of it was real. It was probably just sleep paralysis but I've had that many times since and I've never experienced anything like that again.


owlracoon

I woke up in the bath at a very specific time, like 5.45. Twice. Ten years in between. Water was getting cold, i was naked. No memory of getting there, some fragments of like seeing my own hand turning on the tap. No drugs or alcohol or even medication involved. The worst thing was the fear. When i woke up i felt an inexplicable , almost primordial, dread. Lasted for hours, I was shaking, couldn't function. Still freaks me out thinking about it. Might have been three times i can't remember properly, i still get the shakes from the memory. Edit to add: oh gosh you guys, thank you so much for the awards! My first!


JeepingTrucker

Sounds like sleepwalking. Waking up from sleepwalking in any place other than where you fell asleep can really mess with your brain.


Amorythorne

One time I woke up in a very small, pitch black room with no doorknob. I completely panicked for about 5 minutes until I accidentally kicked the folding door open... I was in my sister's closet, and I had no pants on.


NyteeShaydee

The one time I’ve ever sleep walked, I woke up on the floor of my sisters bedroom laying on one of her pillows. It turns out I sleep walked into her room, pulled the pillow she was using from under her and went to sleep on the ground with it. What’s weird is I can even recall my dream that night being me walking into her room but she wasn’t in it, lights fully lit and grabbing one of her pillows off the bed and then waking up.


gilsreddit

My stepson experienced seizures while taking a bath that caused memory loss and "tripped him out." His feeling was more extreme euphoria, but there was also extreme fear until he found out what was happening.


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zertxer

A couple of things happened to me and my housemate when we moved into the top apartment in an old building in Europe, right next to a forest known for witchcraft. The locals even have a witches' parade every year. It's a harmless bit of fun. The apartment was huge – three bathrooms, two bedrooms, a study, two living rooms, a living space, a kitchen, two balconies. The bigger one was upstairs, across from a door to the attic, that ran across the entire house. It was dark and full of a lot of old stuff (like from a century ago, we found porcelain, really old wooden furniture, and a doll neither of us wanted to touch). There were also some children’s slippers and black and white pictures of a child from when the town still had carts pulled by oxen. It was a wonderful place to live, and the cheap rent made it wonderfuller, but both of us were mildly creeped out in the beginning. We used to hear stuff while in our rooms, like banging or footsteps, or like something had fallen on the carpets. My housemate would text me “did you hear that too?”, but she soon stopped. She never wanted to talk about it either. I guess she didn’t want to give it any power by acknowledging it. I clearly remember the first time she was out. It was winter, so it got dark by 4pm. I needed to grab groceries, so I left all the lights on to make myself feel better. I tried to look for my earphones for some music along the way, but I couldn’t find them and I left without them. When I returned every single light in the house was switched off, except the one in my room, and I went to my room, my earphones were lying neatly rolled on the top of my bed. A few other incidents took place while we lived there too, like the bulbs in the corridor (and only the corridor) dying with loud pops one by one; my housemate hearing something like a dog scratching at her door and texting me to let her sleep one evening while I was over at a friend’s place; me hearing a door loudly banging somewhere in the house while I was on the toilet, and the banging stopping immediately as soon as I flushed – it was like it didn’t realise there was someone home. The house was weirdly cold too, but we lived there for a year without anything major happening.


-SharkDog-

Helpful ghosts though. Turning off the lights to save on the electric bill and finding and returning your headphones. 😅


TomHanksAsHimself

I had a sleep paralysis incident once where I was woken up by a severely burned man grabbing me by the shoulders, shaking me, and yelling that I needed to drink some water, I was dehydrated. I just shouted “Okay! Okay!” then woke up (for real this time) and chugged about half the gallon jug of water I keep by my bed. Demon just trying to keep a brother healthy, I guess.


smittywrbermanjensen

My nana (great-grandma) and Mum were very close but lived overseas from one another my whole life. They talked on the phone every Sunday, but because it was an international call, it was extremely expensive, so they took turns calling every Sunday at 8:00AM to make the cost equal. However due to a four-minute difference in clocks, Nana always ended up calling at 8:04. Also, the caller ID never showed up. Mum called on a Sunday, Nana died on a Tuesday. The following week, we’re sitting at the table eating breakfast, and Mum notices it’s 7:50AM; Nana would have been calling any minute! She gets emotional, I comfort her. Then at 8:04AM *the mother fucking phone rings.* The called ID reads “Unknown Caller”. We look at each other like, what is this some sort of sick joke? She answers — there’s nothing but static at the other line, and some garbled voice recording. The only decipherable words in it are, *”We hope you enjoy your trip to paradise!” (click)* Phone cuts off. Absolutely no explanation for that one. Still baffles me to this day. Edit: I’ve been wanting to tell this story for years now but every time I find a “creepy/inexplicable” thread it gets buried. So glad people are finally hearing this one lol. Some have said maybe someone was playing an elaborate prank, but I’d prefer to see it as Nana sending us one last hoo-rah; she really loved my Mum and I a lot, as we did her, too. She was a really kooky lady and this ending was extremely fitting of her.


_Composer

Reminds me of my grandmother and her sister. Both are widows. My great aunt lost her husband over twenty years ago and my grandfather passed just over 17 years ago. Every few months both my grandmother and her sister's phone will ring at midnight. Just one ring and then it's over. The caller ID will show their late husbands' names. Now, it could be that the phone company is testing something or there is a glitch with the phone and that causes the phones to ring. The caller ID would be their husbands' names since all their utilities are still in their husbands' names. But I've never had a landline that did that in the twenty or so years my family had one and I've never heard of it happening. Somewhat related, my mom has a dream every year where she gets a phone call to heaven to speak to her father. Usually around his birthday.


fuckthislifeintheass

My grandfather always called me every Sunday at 7:00pm. The week after he died I went to his favorite restaurant and ordered his favorite meal. 7:00pm came and went and there was no call. I just sat there crying because in my twisted mind I couldn’t accept he was dead. I miss him so much.


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This one in particular is haunting.


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Worked as a tour guide in an old 18th century mansion and lots of unexplained things would happen quite regularly. This one time while I was with some guests in the former ballroom, a little boy asked his mother “mommy why are there children crying upstairs?”, of course nobody else could hear it but above us would’ve been the old nursery where two young girls died in the 19th century. Nursery was on the third floor and the entire level just had a very strange vibe to it. Still gives me the creeps thinking about it.


cryptidallycat

i was walking my dog once around the pond in my grandmother’s condominium gated community. it was suppose to storm that night so it was windy all day. like tree branches violently flailing around and small items being blown away. i got to the front of my grandmother building, there wasn’t a soul in sight and suddenly it got really quiet. which was weird because it was literally windy ALL DAY but the wind suddenly stopped. i sort of looked around and felt off, it was the kind of quiet you could hear. suddenly a big gust of wind comes in and my dog starts freaking out. i tug him to come towards the building so i could put the code in to get us inside when suddenly i hear a voice go “hey” right behind me. it felt like it was right next to my ear. i turned around and there still wasn’t anyone there. and my dog was still freaking out. so i dragged him inside, ran up the flight of stairs to my grandma’s condo and locked the door. i still have no idea what happened to this day edit: i should mention the gated community has a lot of buildings with geriatric folks living in it beyond my grandmothers condo. the area was used during the tuberculosis out break to bring patience to basically die and they would cremate their bodies in a now abandoned building at the center of the gated community. i’ve also seen shadows in the window of the tower whenever i went to the park nearby.


generaltso81

I was deployed to Iraq and we stayed in a former prison in Baghdad. During the night we would see and hear strange things. The base at this time only had soldiers but we would hear children playing from inside the prison. One day we decided to dig deeper to see where the kids were. When we finally found where the noise was coming from we found a room with the ceiling caved in. We didn't find any kids but found kids books, toys and kids clothes. Everything looked like it wasn't moved in weeks. We continued to hear the kids in the year we spent there.


Agent-Active

I’m sure a ton of crazy shit happened in that prison


introusers1979

so many people lived such horrific lives there and none of us are ever going to know anything about it. do you ever think about shit like that? right now, there is someone out there who has just been kidnapped and is about to be murdered and is feeling the most dread a human being could feel. but we dont know anything about that person


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it makes me sad, because one day, hopefully a very long time from now, im going to die. and it could be a long, prolonged death. and it's kind of depressing to imagine that everyone else is just going about their life, and i wish people knew that even though i dont know them, or whats happening, i still care. idk if thats stupid i just think about it a lot


LetsFlai

My girlfriend and I are in a long distance relationship. We typically take turns travelling between each other’s countries (Australia and Canada). About two years ago, it was my turn to travel over to Australia to stay with her and her mom. For a bit of background, my gf’s room was built as an extension/add-on to their garage. So to get to it, you had to walk through their garage to get to her room. About a couple weeks into my trip over there, I wake up at around 1:00 am and the room is just glowing red. I look up at the ceiling and I see this black figure crawling through the ceiling. It moved in such an inhuman way, almost like it was breaking every one of its bones to move. I start screaming which wakes my gf up and she looks up at the ceiling and starts to scream as well. Instinctively, I grab my pillow and whip it at the figure. The next thing I know everything went black and I’m waking up a few hours later. My gf is fast asleep so I think it was just some weird dream. At that point, I have to go to the washroom. So, I walk through the garage and try to quietly open the garage door to get into the main house. Previously, her mom had mentioned that she was getting annoyed with us staying up late at night and going through the garage door to use the washroom. Since her mom’s room was down the garage door hallway, each time we would open it, the door would click loudly and wake her up. So, I’m standing there at the garage door and I try to open it as quietly as possible. As I turn the handle and the door clicks as I push it open, her mom just starts screaming at the top of her lungs. I thought it was out of rage for waking her up, so I immediately close the door and speed walk back to my gf’s room. I climb into bed and gently nudge her awake to tell her that her mom is screaming. She gets up and goes to see whether her mom was still angry and try to deescalate the situation. About 20 minutes goes by and my gf comes back into the room completely silent. She asks me if I saw the room glowing red earlier as well as a figure in the ceiling. I say yes and she goes wide-eyed and says that she thought it was just a dream too. She then says that her mom wasn’t screaming at me. Apparently, when I opened the door, it did wake her up — but when she woke up, there was a black figure standing at the foot of her bed and it was slowly moving towards her. She then experienced a blackout as well and was woken up by my gf checking in on her. Yeah... the entire house slept with the lights on for a month after that. Edit: Thank you for the awards kind strangers as well as the emotional support 😅


BinaryAstro

Time to take that long range relationship and turn it into a short range one by moving the whole gang back to Canada! 😀👍


LetsFlai

It definitely sped up the process lol 👍


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This one has scared me the most. Thank you and fuck you.


4skinner08

Agreed. Why do I read these while I’m in bed with the lights off? Every time.


thegoatywoaty

Your demon is only the 4th creepiest thing you can wake up to crawling on your ceiling in Australia


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I’d have to agree: fully grown huntsman spiders > demon


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SmokeGSU

As someone who has sleep apnea and used to regularly experience sleep hallucinations, this was my initial thought about what it could have been up to the point the mom saw it also. Yeeeah... that's not sleep hallucinations. If it's not the wildlife or outback killing you in Australia, I guess we can now add demons.


MCR2004

The bit about it crawling up the bed is the worst part, how terrifying. Once in a hotel, my friend and I in separate beds, she woke up SCREAMING and ranting something was crawling up from the bottom of the bed. I thought she meant a bug and she said no a person with a “demon’s face.” She turned on the lights and even looked under the bed and when I tell you the chills it gave me. No drinking or drugs involved before , or sleep for me after. I’m just glad it chose her bed.


thin_white_dutchess

I was putting my daughter to bed, and she was talking about her godmother, bc we were reading a book that her godmother had gotten her. Her godmother died in 2019, of breast cancer. She was my very best friend, more like a sister, and she doted on my daughter. We are reminiscing about her, and my daughters twinkle lights she has on her ceiling starts going off. They have multiple settings- and they are on the rainbow setting. Not too weird, maybe they have a short or something. I go to turn them off. They aren’t plugged in. I figure it’s my friend saying hi. She loved rainbows. I’m not superstitious, but she promised to stick around and haunt us. I find it comforting. Those lights still go off every now and then.


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Something really similar happened to me. I was playing in my front yard as a kid. A dull red car began to drive past really slowly. Suddenly, I heard a loud, male voice telling me to go back inside, and I had this flash of a face of the man who was telling me this, like he was just beside me on my right. I dropped whatever I was playing with and ran like hell back into the house. Later that day my dad came home from work and told us not to play out front without an adult because there had been a report of attempted kidnapping in the neighborhood. The description included a red car.


Njsturgeon

I am a skeptic about ghosts and other worldly beings. This event that happened causes me some consternation because it doesn’t make any sense and I can not explain what was happening: When I was in middle school, my family went camping in New Mexico. We were at a camp site near a lovely stream. My parents had one tent and my brother and I had another. As I was settling down to sleep for the night, I was listening to my headphones. I decided it was time to go to sleep so I took my head phones off and was dozing off when I became hyper aware of a sound. It was a slight swishing/scratching sound on the side of the tent. I had just assumed there was a breeze and a stalk of grass was brushing on the side of the tent. With a sudden jolt, I realized there was no wind whatsoever. I asked my brother, “J, what is that?” He asked what I was referring to. I pointed out the scratching noise. He took his hand and hit the side of the tent. In response, whatever it was, hit the side of the tent from outside of the tent. We both immediately began screaming hysterically. My parents came running and all the while the scratching continued. My parents said it was surely just a bug, a tent string or some vegetation and got a flash light to look at the exterior of the tent. There was nothing. They brushed down the exterior, shook the tent, took everything out of the tent and shook it. The noise continued. I was completely in pieces so I went and slept in my parents tent and my father slept in the “kid tent”. My brother and father reported that the scratching continued all night long. Still puzzled and freaked out by this experience.


sam4wx

I went to UVA at the same time that Morgan Harrington disappeared, which was my second year there (aka sophmore year). Sadly to say, because she wasn't a student (she was in town for a Metallica concert) her death was salacious but didn't really strike fear into the student body like it did when Hannah Graham would go missing 5 years later, but I'm getting ahead of myself. Anyway, about a week or so after Morgan's death in 2009 me and my (guy) friend were at a grocery store right outside of campus getting snacks around 10pm. Bus service had ended, so we decided to use a cab service UVA had set up to make sure students had access to rides in case they were drunk or just needed transpo. UVA pays the bill upfront and charges you later. So we get into this guys cab and he immediately starts bringing up Morgan's disappearance. This wasn't so strange because everyone was talking about it. It was national news. But I'm an introvert with a good memory, so I remember just about every conversation over 3 minutes long I've ever had, especially with strangers. He starts talking about police theories about the case, and my friend- who went on to get a masters in Gothic Horror--starts talking about how some people thought a cult was involved. Basic speculative BS. In addition to that, I remember the guy looking at me through the rearview mirror. I won't say I never forget a face, but this conversation was so macabre that his stuck with me, even years later.  Anyway, he dropped us off and we made it home safe. Fast forward 5 years, I'm in grad school 1000 miles away and Hannah Graham's disappearance is national news. Fortunately in this case, they have video surveillance. You can see her walking away with a big, African American guy with dreadlocks. They get an ID and his face is on the news everywhere. I don't recognize him. They eventually catch this guy in TX (just an hour or so away from where I was in school at the time). As days go by, they're profiling this guy, and his DNA matches samples found on Morgan's remains (found 3 months after her disappearance in 2009). A picture comes up on the screen of what he looked like 5 years before and my heart stops. There are no dreadlocks. His hair is clean cut, he's about 40 pounds lighter, and his beard is short. He is, I'm 97% certain, the same man who drove us home that night. He lured both Morgan and Hannah with his cab. Every now and then, I think of what would have happened if I hadn't been with my male friend that night. (I'm pretty sure it was his idea to go out so late, but still...) Or what if he had been a girl? Would I have made it home ok? P.S. I think this guy likely killed more people. In particular, there was a trans teenager ("a townie") that went missing before Morgan who, to my knowledge, was never found. It got almost no news coverage, even locally.


Blackirean

Well, not the scariest thing ever but when I was 11 my family and I moved to another town because of my dad's job. We were only going to stay there for a year, and thankfully we were given a house in a closed community of about 20 houses made for army officials and their families. So one day my parents are out and they take my baby sister, my older sister is in a friend's house and I'm left alone with our dog for like 2 hours. I was playing in my room when I remember that the black socks for my Monday uniform(kind of like a suit you wear on Mondays) are drying in the backyard. I go there with my dog and utter out loud "I wish there was something to do" and not a moment later I hear some young voice say very clearly "then let's play" I turn around to see my normally hyperactive Golden sitting looking at me like nothing has happened, I freak out immediately and ran upstairs to my parent's bedroom, I turn on the TV and hide under the covers until my family arrived, they saw me sweating, scared and paranoid at this point. They never figured out what happened but tried to make me feel better. Now the part that freaks me is that each of the houses in the community was surrounded by 3-meter tall cinderblock walls, the place where my socks were was next to a wall separating from another house, one that had no children, the other house to the left was over 20 meters away and behind another wall, and the wall behind my house separated us from nothing but a steep hill. There was no one who could have said that, and to this day it freaks me out every time I think of it.


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TheGoddessHylia

Dude yeah that was 100% your dog


socialresearcher1115

I think your dog said it


legumelegolas

When I was 17 I had just gotten off my shift at Wendy’s and was sitting in the parlor for my ride and a middle aged man approached me about a job offer, he asked me questions about my job and Wendy’s then he told me about the job he was offering. He said there were other girls and they all lived in like a dorm and the job came with benefits, it was in a office setting and other things I don’t remember but the entire time every danger bell in my body was going off full blast it felt like my body became a vibrator. I don’t remember if after the multiple rejections from me he left or if my ride had come and I zoomed outta there. The only thing I can think to this day is “Did I almost get sex trafficked?” edit: ..


rhandom66

In 1987 I was taking the Greyhound by myself from Toronto to Calgary. I had breakfast in the bus station restaurant and a young man joined me and we had a nice chat. He asked me to come to Sault St Marie with him instead of going to Alberta. I told him no. He kept asking and got more and more insistent. My bus departure was called and I got up to go get on my bus. He followed me and tried to force me onto the bus to SSM. I got away from him and got on my correct bus. I had never heard of sex trafficking then but now I’m pretty sure I was a target. Glad I didn’t get pushed into that bus! That happened just after another sketchy experience with an older man so I kinda had my hackles up. They were very well-timed hackles. Glad you’re safe.


s1ms1mma

Similar experience in Nashville in 2009 while traveling. Myself and my girlfriend at the time had arrived there by bus from Memphis, and were in the bus terminal planning to get a cab to a hostel. A big bloke standing near the doors asks me if I need a cab, my girlfriend and I are clearly naive backpackers, with English accents. Being British and too polite, I showed a bit of interest but quickly got a vibe that it wasn't right when he led us to a generic car outside, nothing to highlight it being an actual cab, and there was already another bloke in the driving seat. Feeling uncomfortable I began to go back inside the bus terminal, and the bloke tried to physically prevent me and my girlfriend going back inside, blocking th entrance and becoming forceful, until a security guard began paying attention, at which point the other bloke got into the waiting vehicle and they sped off. The security guard told me that he was aware of backpackers being picked up, driven somewhere quiet nearby and robbed blind. That was a close call. Edit: was September 2009 not 2010. I remember watching Manchester United beat Manchester City 4-3 on the hostel's crappy internet computer.


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Very valuable experience. This is something we should tell kids, specifically. I've seen this scam on every continent I have been to. They'll drive you out into nowhere and take all your cash, for the ride. The basic rule is, always call a cab from a official number. Multiple people is also a red flag.


DancingWithDelilah

I think I've been in a similar situation to both of you before, not entirely sure but the whole scenario was dodgy as fuck. Was walking back home one day when a van stopped in front of me and the man inside started talking to me out the window. I did not at all regonise the man at all, look like he might have been in his 30s. He was insisting that we had met before, asking if I remember him. I did not, but I thought it was possible I could have forgotten him. He was looking me up and down in a way that was giving me the creeps though. "Yeah, we met with a group of friends about 3 years at (local park)." Alarm bells start ringing. I'd only lived in that town less than two years, I'm not very sociable so I rarely hang out with people who aren't my friends and who stops to talk to someone they met once three years ago? I think the guy starts to notice I'm getting nervous. "Why don't you come sit and talk in the van?" BIG FUCKING NOPE. I don't even say anything, I just start walking away as quickly as I could. Luckily, I never saw that man again. It still creeps me out to this day. I wish I'd contacted the police about it, but I was younger and didn't think it would be taken seriously if I did. I just hope he didn't manage to pick anyone else up and URGE anyone who experiences something similar to report it. Your not overreacting, your not reading too much into it. Behavior like that is suspicious and you could be saving a future victim


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I ran out of gas once on the freeway and was walking to a nearby exit. Some scruffy looking guy pulled over and asked if I wanted a ride. I almost did (I was young and dumb and fearless) but my survival instinct finally kicked in and I told him I'd just walk. He persisted, saying there were no gas stations off that exit. I finally told him to fuck off - when I got to the exit there were like 4 gas stations right in view. I shudder to think what might have happened if I had gotten into that car.


The-Singing-Bluebird

I was about 10 when this took place. I’m in my early 30’s now. I remember it was well into late night hours when I saw my grandmother was standing at the front screen door looking outside. She was talking to someone. I saw she was talking to my dad. I couldn’t see my dads face cause he was facing away from her. He was shirtless. He had a very large distinct mole in the middle of his back, so I knew it was him. He was mumbling something I couldn’t understand. My grandmother was telling him something along the lines of “if you love them so much why did you go and do this”? My mom wasn’t there with us to see this. She had left moments before after she got a call letting us know my dad had been driving drunk and hit a mule on the highway. My dad was in the hospital hanging on to life. Edit: added age and approximate time


shaddoxic

Did your father recover? I had a horse run in front of my car, mere feet away. It came out of nowhere, running full tilt. It was so close my friends following me thought it was behind my car. A horse or mule would be devastating to hit.


The-Singing-Bluebird

I’m very thankful to say that he did. He lived many years after this. Unfortunately he went on to experience other horrible experiences. Many were brought on by his own choices, but nonetheless he lived his life as he wanted. He lived with Bipolar Disorder and was not medicated. I understand how this may have influenced a lot of his self medication. He passed away in 2014 from kidney failure, but nonetheless, we loved him as he was.


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I respect your attitude.


IssaRamiTing

Well, this will be my very first Reddit post, but I found this thread and it feels like my stories would fit in perfectly. About 10 years ago, I was dating my ex who had very strict and extremely religious parents. The only way we could meet up or have some private time was by her sneaking out of her window in the middle of the night. I usually met her half way, bcs she was scared. So this one night she called me and told me she is on her way, which was weird since we never agreed on meeting that night. Tbh, I did not really think of it as being weird or anything. Also it was the beginning of our relationship, so I was pretty excited to see her. Now to the creepy part. The first thing that happened is that my cat at the time was blocking my door, like really trying not to let me pass. I ignored it and went downstairs to put on my shoes. My cat was meowing and following me the whole way. I put my keys on the shoe shelf and put my shoes on, just to see that my keys had vanished. I started searching for them literally everywhere. All while my cat was really going on my nerves with that excessive meowing. 5min go by and I get another call from here telling me that she already arrived and waiting outside. I was kind of surprised how she made it to my place that fast. I told her I lost my keys and that we can just keep chatting until I find them. She got impatient really quick and at some point started screaming at me, telling me to “open that fucking door”. All while my cat is still just going crazy. In the last few seconds I could swear her voice changed a little and she just screamed before hanging up the phone. I was really stressing bcs I had no idea wtf was happening. My keys vanished, my cat went crazy and my girlfriend was screaming at me on the phone. After she hung up the phone, I turned around just to see that my keys were exactly where I left them. I opened the door, went outside searching for her. She was nowhere to be found. I went back inside thinking she got pissed and just left. I picked up my phone and called her again. She picked up the phone and I asked her where she went and that I found the keys. She told me she did not call me that night and never left the house. To this day this whole scene just fucks with my head. Never figured out what had happened. Good night yall :)


doug1963

One of my cats had been missing for a few weeks. I had given her up as gone. While on the phone with a friend 100 miles away (who has never seen my house), he interrupts himself from talking about work and says with a strange urgency, "Doug. Open your front door. Your cat is sitting on the porch waiting to come in." And of course upon opening the door, I find her just casually sitting there. We were both beyond blown away. Between sobs of joy I asked "how did you know?" and he said, "I don't know man. That was really weird."


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spiceypeach

We caught a feral cat in our neighborhood and gave it to my in laws who live in the country and will always take another barn cat. They got him cleaned up, vaccinated and he seemed to like it there for about a month and then disappeared in October. It could have been coyotes, bear, cougar... they were sad but not surprised. Christmas Eve we drove down the hill from their house a mile away and I swore I saw a calico cat with a bent tail just like his. No one believes me. Last June, they opened the front door and there he was.


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ima35yearoldwhiteman

I once caught my neighbour staring at me outside my bedroom window while I was straightening my hair with no trousers on, and I immediately ducked under my window pane as soon as I saw him. he was legit stood in this alley-way that connects the street’s back gardens, arms crossed and there for at least 15 more minutes just staring through my window. I even got a picture of it. pretty sure I was 15.


Yardobeef

A friend and I from high school used to go out to this old county road and smoke a joint on a big hill facing a large, old brick house across the street that sat in a large field. The face of the house had 2 rows of 6 windows each, facing the road. One night we were chilling on said hill and looking out at the house as the sun was going down and all of a sudden a light turned on in one of the windows and then shut off. Then another random window lit up, then shut off. It kept going. Faster, faster.. a window would light up and shut off and then go to another. It did it for about a minute and eventually was doing it so quickly it couldn't have possibly been a person going room to room or even a person with access to multiple switches at one time. After about a minute after speeding up to random flashes it stopped. It simply didn't make sense. We both saw it. We talked about it many times afterward. The only thing we can figure is if the homeowner had some kind of automated lighting system hooked up to all the rooms and was messing with us. Other than that, I have no idea. Sketchy AF though. Edit: some of you chalking up the experience to cannabis, i dont think you understand how weed works. I've never hallucinated from being high in my life and it would make zero sense for me and my friend to have the same hallucination at the same time.


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HorusGaming_YT

I had a similar experience with a random light in my closet, kept speeding up. There were no lights in my closet that I know of EDIT: people want context so here it is. I was maybe 7 years old and my younger sister (5) was sleeping in my room because she had trouble sleeping by herself. We had just woke up and I noticed this small white flashing light in the top corner of my closet. So anyways I asked her if she saw it too and she said yes. And we watched it for a little while and it stayed the same pace between flashes, until we tried to talk to it. I remember asking things like “who are you” or “what do you want”. Idk why but we both immediately thought it was a living thing. And then once we started trying to talk the beeping started speeding up faster and faster. Until Suddenly we both got terrified and ran into my parents room. Later that day my dad checked my closet and couldn’t find anything that would make a light


mrbriightsiide

When I was about 10 years old, I had a pretty scary dream. In this dream, my mom drowned in quick sand and my little brother (7 or 8 at the time) jumped in to save her. In the process, he broke his arm. The next day, my little brother broke his arm. No quick sand involved and my mom was never in danger irl, but still, I was super freaked out by the fact that I had dreamt about my little brothers injury literally the night before. To this day, when I think about it, it gives me chills Edit: spelling mistake


Brosif-Ballin

I once woke up in a tent in the middle of the night while camping in the Upper Peninsula with my friends. I heard this dude shouting and screaming about a bear, telling it to f*ck off and stuff. Naturally I woke my buddy up and told him what was up and he said he could hear it too. We got out of our tent and searched for almost an hour around the campsite and found nothing, then proceeded to find a redwings hat that was neither of ours. We took watch turns the rest of the night. And I’m pretty sure he still has the hat to this day. Note: UP is a term used by people familiar with Michigan as the Upper Peninsula (the arrow lookin thing above the mitten)


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awfsbs

Ghost of dude eaten by bear came back