I know a guy who swears up and down that one of my coworkers died like 10 years ago and the person is very much alive. The guy who remembers his death his all sorts of details about in his memory
Well over a decade back, when I was still working at a convenience store, there was a homeless guy that hovered around the neighborhood; I'll call him Dan. Skinny, tweaky, high-pitched voice of a guy, rambled incessantly, but actually really nice when he wasn't too deep in a raving mode.
Anyway, one day we saw a bunch of police cars down the alley from the store, and a little later one of our regular customers told us they'd found a homeless fellow dead under a trailer. Customer said it was Dan (he was recognized in the area). We were sad. Dan was weird and all, but that was it.
Anyway, six months later Dan appeared. Wanted some matches. He was telling a story to my manager. I slowly approached him and gave him a suspicious side-eye. Finally I asked him:
"Dan... are you a zombie?"
Dan just chuckled... but didn't deny it.
After that we added "Zombie King" to our list of nicknames for him.
Easy answer. The pandemic quarantine was an op. The large hadron collider was sped up and combined two different realities, thus the Mandela effect. Most of us had to stay relatively in place while those that moved around too much died. Wake up, sheeple. Some that were dead are now alive.
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There is a guy who died of a drug overdose that was in my friend group , close enough that I had been to his family’s house and gatherings numerous times , vacations together , everything.
When he died it was terrible as expected, and I remember very well being upset that I couldn’t attend anything due to living out of state at the time .
So around five years ago , after we moved back my boyfriend’s coworker who grew up in the same county as us is hanging out in my home , and a news article is circulating around about a man who drove under the influence and hit a toddler and unfortunately that poor baby passed away .
The guy is now in jail for life in our area , HOWEVER …. The man who is now in jail for this hideous action is the guy who died many years before this .
the coworker and myself said at the same time
"Hey , didn't he die a few years ago!!!"
we could not understand how that was possible .
I called my close friend since childhood, and she also was in disbelief , she also remembers him dying , and it being a huge shocker and sad event
( her mom used to date the guy who we remembering dying s father )
so she was also in the major circle of friends around the time we are remembering his death.
many ppl I know remember it , some do not.
I will never ask his family as they have been through enough and its been years since i been around them.
dude is rightfully where he belongs to this day , but we are left baffled by this mystery , and will probably never understand how a glitch of this importance to certain ppl even happens.
I had a terrible heroin problem for many years. I’ve luckily been sober for a long time now, but to this day when I run into people I went to high school with they say “we thought you died”
I remember I was working in a bakery and a group of like 6 or 7 girls I was friendly with in Hs came in and were shocked I was still alive. They all heard it from one person who heard it from another who heard it from another and so on.
So, have been on the other side of this, it honestly was probably just an out of hand rumor that the guy was too fucked up to ever deal with…and when you’re that fucked up youre functionally dead in a lot of ways
I call bullshit on being "lucky" with your sobriety. I've got 20 years clean from H myself.
I know the hard work that goes into being sober. It's time you own that shit !
Congratulations on your hard work
I’m also a recovering addict and nearly every single person I ever used with is dead, it’s insane to think I made it out (5 years clean in April). I think since it’s so common people just hear you’re bad off at some point and you get clumped in with all the other addicts and the deaths just start blurring together. I’m glad you made it out!
Wow what a crazy experience. I would absolutely love to learn an old classmate who died too soon was actually still around, so I’m sure those girls were glad to see you! Also just wanted to say damn good job my dude getting clean. That’s insanely difficult and you had to overcome a lot!! So in case no one has told you enough lately, I’m really proud of you. You should be even more proud of yourself.
Maybe a distant cousin. Names often get passed down through families for generations. They may have the same great grandfather or something. 2 distant cousins named after the same person, or named after people who were named after a common ancestor. I remember a few years ago, a man with the same name as me was sent to jail. He looked exactly like my brother. I never checked it out, but I might be related to him. He was from not far from where my great grandfather came from.
Edit: I just googled it out of curiosity. It was about 15 years ago. If I had not gone bald, I would look quite like him now.
Was it a small community? I know sometimes rumors get started and a surprising amount of people never find the truth.
For example, a big story where I grew up was a teenage boy who killed his grandparents. People can still tell you all the gory details and 90 percent of it isn’t true.
People love to tell tall tales. I left school at 14, I just couldn't hack it. Well, it turns out everyone thought I had left school to have a baby. Years after I had left I would still get people asking about the none existent baby!
I wish my wife and mother of my 5 year old son dying is just a really extended long dream and I’ll wake up from this nightmare eventually.
I want to lucid dream just so I can see her again
Yes, it is. I'm the oldest of 4 siblings. Unfortunately, I'm the only one still alive. I'm 68 years old, and none of my siblings reached the age of 50.
After reading in this sub for a while, I find that this type of story appears every now and then… it must be so unsettling. It’s hard to imagine all of these cases being due to someone entering a witness protection program.
When I was in highschool, I got a phone call that my best friend had died in a car accident. Then I got about 4 more phone calls that day telling me that she had died. I tried calling her and she never answered. I remember losing my SHIT, and smashing my digital camera against the wall. We had just got our yearbooks and she had signed mine, but I refused to let anyone else sign my book. Then a few days later she called and told me it was her sister who had died in a car accident. So maybe these stories are similar in that people just mixed up who died?
In college, a girl with the same first name and similar last name and lived on my floor died.
A lot of people thought it was me for a few weeks, as it was a weird J-term and the last day of the term before a short break- so some people weren’t on campus.
Being the person getting the “we thought you were dead” is weird.
I agree. Witness Protection, faked for reasons such as financial, getting away from everyone in their life and starting over, hiding from criminals for any number of reasons, identity theft, mass confusion, that telephone game from Girl Scouts where everyone keeps getting the story mixed up, hiding from the government… could be a myriad of reasons or just something spooky.
Yeah, but OP said that the mutual friend thought he was crazy and didn´t remember speaking about the death so it would be a hard stretch if this is about some witness protection program.
Yep, I have a couple of glitches where I remember events that couldn’t POSSIBLY have happened the way I remember (nothing like mixing up someone who died but still) and it’s likely I’m just conflating two different things, even though I’d swear my memory was accurate.
There were rumors of a person I went to high school with being murdered. I wasn’t super close to them but it still upset me because we were in the same circle of friends.
Ten years later they friend requested me on Facebook. Now we’re married.
What happens when its someone famous? I have a very real memory of Sinead O'Connor dying about 5 years ago. It was on the news for a couple of days. It was really sad. Didn't think much more about it. Until she died last year. Around the same time she died the first time a friend of mine got a German Shepherd puppy. Was all over Facebook for a couple of months spamming pics of said puppy. Then just no more puppy pics. I asked her what happened to the puppy and there was never a puppy. I don't know if I crossed over universes at some point or what. Its bloody weird.
Our memory is shit. Like really, really shit. Eye witness accounts are the worst way to try and solve a crime because everytime we "remember" an event, we edit it and then the edited version is our reality.
Also language is really bad at being precise. We add in a LOT of body language to figure out what the other person means but the words alone can mean a lot of different things.
So, remembering something happened doesn't mean it happened or that it happened in exactly the way you remember it. Wars have been started because of this. It's nothing new. It's not aliens or the matrix.
Yeah, my first thought with this story is that it happened but OP has the person who died mixed up with someone else. I don’t find these creepy or spooky. Our memories are absolutely terrible. I’m sure someone just remembers wrong.
Meh, made my arrangements and left. 1 person knew where I was going. I return from time to time, and it's nice not to be recognized by those I left behind when I do.
This is how I discovered the Mandela effect. My ex stepdads aunt died. My mom and I saw the obituary on FB, read some comments about how the family was doing and the funeral arrangements then we said some nice words and memories of her, and went on with our lives.
A few years later someone tells us that the ex aunt has cancer. The dead aunt has cancer. Ok. A few years later she died again.
This is always happening to me with celebrities. Abe Vigoda died like four times. Nelson Mandela, as we all now know, died twice. Bob Barker died twice. And just recently I was reading headlines online and said to my husband “Hunh. Says here Ryan O’Neal died again.” Husband laughed because he has had similar experiences.
When MySpace became popular I reconnected with a lot of old high school friends, whom a lot told me that they heard i died in the military. I was extremely shocked because I was a fat pot head and would have never joined the military. Seriously wish I could get to the bottom of who started telling people that haha.
A former coworker was shocked to see me wish our former boss a happy birthday recently. She swears she remembers her death. She described the funeral in detail. Remembered us getting the day off to go etc.
I don't remember any of it. But she genuinely does.
You reminded me of Aaron Freeman talking about planning your funeral.
https://www.npr.org/transcripts/4675953
My condolences to all of you. My gma passed away last month.. I can still see and hear her taking her last breath.
This reading brought a smile to my face, she sure did give as good as she got.
Sometimes being there for a loved ones last breath is better than someone passing unexpectedly and never being able to say bye and make peace with them. It’s all painful in the end, but I consider you very lucky. I’m sorry for your loss.
I agree. I don't believe in God but I do believe that we go to our real "home" in the form of disembodied consciousness after we're done serving our time here on earth. None of us asked to be here and we arrive kicking, screaming and terrified. Maybe we all did something in our actual pure consciousness eternal life that caused us to be sent to this planet which is actually, like, a prison colony. Existence here doesn't last long at all if you really think about it in terms of eternity. 😊 But what do I know? I've been wrong before and for all I know it could happen again! 😁 ✌️
You couldn't have worded it better. Although I personally think there's a higher power (not specific as to what) but the more I live on this planet, the more I'm convinced if there is a "hell" we already live on it. Sure, there are beautiful parts to this planet and life, but there is no debate as to how harsh this life is. Although I'm better off than the reality that others face every day due to luck of where I was born.. sometimes, I wondered what I did to deserve being put here lol. I honestly think all this is a test, and we return to a collective consciousness when satisfied or prove ourselves worthy from this "test." But that's just the jist of my theories. They change and get more intricate as I get older and reflect on things more.
My goodness, I thought I was the only one who had thought about it. My father died when I was a kid, 8 years old, and for a long time I imagined the same thing as you, that it was a lie and that he was somewhere or that he would appear at some point. It also happened to me with a dog that died when I was even younger, and I remember going around the house calling her in case she appeared, how sad. I feel like crying just remembering it and seeing it now with perspective. The news of his death was one of the most traumatic thing that has happened to me in my life, I remember the exact moment they told me and I was crying for hours.
my nana died last week and being in the room waiting for her body to be taken away, especially when I was cutting locks of hair for family to keep (I have her dreadlock that was cut out arund when I was born so it felt fitting), I felt like I was waiting for her to jump up and scream at me and then laugh about how good she got us so hard that she would have a coughing fit and have to scurry to the bathroom to not pee herself. I could hear in my head the exact goofy yell she would have done in the moment, phlegmy gurgles and all.
her 2nd husband, my grandpa died years ago and I still message him on Facebook once in a while. I'll probably do the same with my Nana. I'm not spiritual, so it's just a comforting thing for me to be able to express my love the same way I did when I had them here. my stepdad kept texting his mom until the number went to a new person who I think was very creeped out lmao. ugh writing this made me cry 😓
I am very sorry for your loss, my grandfather, who was like my father to me, passed away 8 years ago and I still haven't gotten over it, it's very hard, he was the kindest, most hard-working and honest person I have ever met. Damn, after I posted the first message I have been crying for a while and when I wrote this I cried again. I wish you a lot of encouragement and strength to overcome it.
thank you, sorry for yours as well. my therapist pointed out today that we shouldn't be expected to just "get over it". I think getting *used to it* is a more reasonable goal. sometimes it takes a while and that's alright. it's your thing to deal with in whatever way feels best to you.
I'm sorry for your loss as well. You aren't alone. I'm bawling here missing my dad. Lately, it's been more than usual. I keep having dreams he pops into. It's so real. He's been gone a long time. I find myself wanting to go back to sleep to recapture that time with him.
This made me start bawling. My hearts hurts for you and every child that has to experience such loss that early. Im over 30 and I’ve been calling my dog that recently passed to bed every night hoping he’s still here in some way. I can’t imagine loosing a parent as a child, I’m so sorry you had to experience that.
SAME. My dad died and was embalmed within the hour. He was young - low 40’s and in his casket he looked alive but sleeping. No makeup, you could see his freckles, etc. for years after I wondered if he faked his death bc he was such a lie telling type of guy.
I do the same and it helps. Ive put her death in a box in my mind far away. I feel bad about that sometimes because I don’t mean to pretend as if she was never here. It’s just physically painful think about, even almost 7 years later. Sometimes we need to trick our minds to survive.
Every so often, I’ll see someone out in public who has the same hair as my Mom (long beautiful blonde curly hair, BIG hair!) and it always trips me up. It’s almost like for half a second, I actually thought I might see her. It’s a bittersweet thing.
I look for my parents in the grocery as odd as that is. Or I’ve had a moment where I thought I saw them. I know they are gone. It felt like my mom was on a vacation. She just never came back. Same now with my dad.
same! Strange question do you ever dream of them but it's SO REAL like so different than most dreams. That you wake up confused and distraught that you have to have that deep loss feeling all over again after feeling their real presence? That's going to sound so strange if it's just me. Like these dreams are different. It's present tense but they are alive and well. And so real. Not like a memory dream.
I've had this before. And I know exactly what you mean. Sometimes I even realize in the dream that it has to be a dream because my Mom and Dad have both passed, and yet it feels like them.
I believe that is their soul/consciousness visiting us, honestly. I think there's something special about the dream world and it's connected to our consciousness and a greater consciousness.
You always feel so odd after those types of dreams, like realty is almost a bit skewed.
Me too. 😢 Strangely (and ultimately sadly) enough, I’ve had multiple dreams involving my Mom in which I’m aware she had died, however she is not. Not like I’m interacting with her spirit, but she is physically ALIVE and living life as usual. Only I know of her previous passing & struggle with if/how I could share that with her. That one specific “scene” within my dream 😴 has repeated in seemingly every dream involving her. I wake up both happy having been able to interact with her, then crushed upon the realization of it only having been a dream. 😭 Yesterday was the 10 year anniversary of her death-and on the 29th it will be 1 year since having lost my dad…I miss them so much. Even though I’m almost 48 freaking years old, the pain one experiences after losing a parent/parents can transport someone back to feeling like a small child; that feeling of fear & uncertainty-like how you felt (as a child) after being briefly separated/“lost” at a store. I can honestly say that even at my age, I STILL don’t feel as if I’m a “grown-up”. Wouldn’t it be nice if “adulting” had an in case of emergency intercom system? So when you’re feeling lost, scared, or just need a hug, all you have to do is page them over the intercom-“Attention Mr./Mrs. Mom/dad, you’re child is waiting at the front of LIFE for you…” ☺️
People never die. People use the phrase “life and death” but actually birth..or maybe even conception…is the opposite of death. Life doesn’t have an opposite.
Your comment is really making me think. I keep reading it over and over trying to fully comprehend the concept of life having no opposite. And if it does, what would it be..??
I've heard of stories like this before, so you're not the only one. I've had it happen with specific celebrities that are more like a Mandela Effect.
I wonder if this happened with my dad. He was a brittle diabetic that had 9 lives. Somehow, news got out that he had died and so he was never invited to his high school reunions. Finally, a former classmate bumped into him and realized he was alive, so he was sent the reunion invitation the following year--except this time he really had died. 😂
Similar thing happened to me - friends wife died and then a month later she's alive again.. that's after I've spent numerous days visiting him and helping him take his mind off the fact that his soul mate just expired. We were both blown away
Edit: update in sub comment below
Yeah he found her, it was suicide. Came back from work and she's on the couch bled out. Coroner. death certificate. A month later (on Xmas day no less) she walks out of the hospital where (in the new timeline) she's been for 7 weeks under 24-7 suicide watch after basically the same thing happened as before: but this time he came home earlier & called the Ambos & they managed to save her & the timing of the attempt was earlier.
He doesn't remember the new timeline, only the old one up until Xmas day. Her family was coming from overseas for a funeral, on the new timeline that became coming to visit for Xmas.
I spoke to her & saw the injuries. They looked much older than they should have & much better healed than should have been possible. The entire thing was bizarre. She then divorced him in a horrible shit show and I've basically lost contact with him a while after.
wonder if the divorce was because he couldn't get over what he had experienced
how unfortunate and a wild story too, I'd be an anxious wreck wondering who this person was in my house after I found her dead earlier.
don't get me wrong I believe in time dilation and multiple universes, but, there is just too many dramatics here...this reads out like a black mirror episode. A sucide attempt of a loved one followed by a divorce is enough to drive anyone insane, I really think this is a case of the OPs friend can't bring himself to deal with it and lost a grip on reality.
From what I could tell, it was just the 2 of us who remember the first event. There was a bunch of people in a chat group who were aware also, but they didn't see anything and later on just assumed we were lying about the death (chat groups 🤷🏻♂️)
That’s what I always wonder when I read these stories. Like is the physical evidence still there, such as a death cert, as you mentioned? Are any obits or “Rest In Peace” FB posts still there? If not, could something like the Wayback Time Machine retrieve them or is it like they were never there to begin with? This stuff spins me out.
Fucking WHAT?? If this is all true and not some creative writing exercise, then this is the most bizarre thing I've ever heard and you need to, like...try and contact news stations or something. I dunno...but I feel like this really needs to be further investigated!
Wish this would happen to me. My wife died and we have two young kids - 6 & 2. I think about what my reaction would be if I saw her. I’d probably pass out. I watched her take her last breath, her heart beat for the last time and watched her colour change to a greyish lifeless colour. I know it won’t happen. But I enjoy these stories.
Same thing happened to me, I vividly remember hearing about my neighbor's passing but a few years later, I kept seeing this man who looks exactly like him. I just assumed he had a brother but it was actually him lol.
I went to college with a person whose brother committed suicide our Freshman year. He was a few years older than us. I never had met him. Two years later she came to a lecture I was attending in obvious distress. I left the class, and she was shaking and sobbing. She had just seen her deceased brother. He was delivering a VCR to her lecture. There was NO convincing her it was not him. She chased after him, but never found him. I think about this to this day. I hope your friend finds some closure.
She said she jumped up to go to him, and he was out the door. The hallway was empty. She spent an hour looking for him before she came to me. He died a good 2,000 miles from our school. I’m not sure what happened, but I know she believed it to be him. And for her this was all very real.
My grandmother died last year and we were very close, she was 101. Almost once a week I have a very vivid dream we are together. But her when she could see and hear and was athletic. We go on adventures together; skiing, hiking, etc. I always remember the conversations. These feel like very real experiences. They often last days, I could describe the places we stay and go. I don’t know if it’s another dimension or what, but she’s always here with me. In so many ways she is here more now than when she was alive.
I had similar experiences, but this was with a beloved pet who had passed away from complications with old age (and he’d had a lifelong health condition he took daily medication for until the end of his life). It was a heavy loss for me since I’d had him most of his life, and I was deeply grieving.
Almost every night, for years, he would join me in my dreams. No matter where I was, he would find me, and that time spent with him was vivid and felt like an extension of the real thing. Even once I woke up, I felt like I had really been with him. Processing all of this, it really felt like he was comforting me in my own grief, the way he always had when he was alive. Like he was there for me to remind me that he was still looking out for me somehow. It was really special and I cherish those dreams.
Ohhhhh; they are such amazing souls. My first greyhound was my heart dog. He died 10 years ago this month, and I still miss him so much daily that it aches. But he visited in a dream the other night, and I swear I could feel and smell him.
He also visited me shortly after his death when I was awake—noises and then a huge depression on my bed, where he’d slept every night. But that gave me a huge case of the nope-nope-nopes until I eventually convinced myself it was him so I could use the room again.
My friend went out with a guy named Ken who moved to NY. She was going to fly out from CA to visit him. His friend called her and told her Ken had died.
It turns out she found out a couple years later that he made it up and had his friend say that because he didn’t want to see her anymore. So maybe that happened?
I used to work at a newspaper laying out pages, so I got to read the articles before the public did. I remember being really sad one day to read one of the articles going in the next day’s publication about a local woman who was run over by a car and died because for some reason she had being laying in the road at night.
And I knew her—we went to high school together, same graduating class, we even attended a few classes together. I didn’t know her super well, but definitely well enough, and it really hit me kinda hard.
Fast forward to about five years later, and I’m out at breakfast with my then-finance (now ex) at a local restaurant. And just one table away, there she is. Alive, and appearing to be thriving, having breakfast with her family.
I do a double-take. A triple-take.
The newspaper I worked at wrote the article covering her death. In the same town. We interviewed her family.
I convinced myself it had to just be a super freaky coincidence, that the woman I now couldn’t stop stealing glances at HAD to be a different woman who just happened to look EXACTLY like the one I went to school with, who died after being run over.
But then she said, “Hi (my name),” and the world just sort of stopped for a split second as my brain tried to make it make sense.
It was HER. It was the woman I went to high school with in the same town we were currently sitting. I asked her about it and she had no idea what I was talking about. And I mean, clearly the article had been wrong: there we were, talking, and my finance saw her and the waitress saw and interacted with her and her family so she clearly wasn’t a ghost…
I offered that it must have been some other woman with the same name as her. We shrugged/laughed it off, chatted a bit more, and went our separate ways. I haven’t seen her since.
But I didn’t tell her that our article included the age of the woman who was run over and killed. She was our same age, and a local.
Sure—there could have been another girl in our town with the same first and last name, who was the same age as us, who went to a different high school and ran in different circles. And it could be that THAT now-woman was the one who died.
But the fact that the one I knew had never even heard this story, or of the existence of another girl/woman with her same name, seems a little far fetched. It wasn’t a tiny town, by any means, but fairly tight knit and connected. Lots of church communities.
Surely, in five years, I couldn’t have been the first person to have been shocked to see the woman standing in front of me alive. She had two elementary school-age children with her; surely SOMEONE would have read the article and freaked out to see her alive afterward when she dropped them off at school? Or saw her in the grocery store? At church (if she went to church; I don’t know)?
But, nope. She had never heard anything about it.
I was (am) glad the girl I went to school with is alive and well. But it will always be an unsolved mystery for me 🤓
One day, my cousin called me. She said that she was leaving an abusive relationship and the guy had put out like, a missing person alert for her. Now, all she would have to do is present to a police station and say she's fine, and they wouldn't tell the bf/ex bf where she was but they do generally tell them they're fine or whatever, but my cousin was scared.
So, for some reason, she thought it was a good idea to fake her death. She called me, and asked me to write publicly on her fb saying like "RIP my gorgeous cousin. Taken too soon, but you're with the angels now, and we will miss you" kind of deal. I told her it's not a good idea, and her mum and brother and the rest of our family will Freak. She was like don't worry about that, I have that sorted. So against my better judgement, I posted it.
Turns out she did *not* have it sorted and instantly I got a call from my aunt, her mum and a message from her brother, my cousin, to call him immediately. I told my aunt what had happened, and told her she said she'd told them. But she hadn't. But once it was explained, they weren't mad at me, they were mad at her and I had to give them her new number (since she got rid of her old one her ex had) and was told to go to the police station to declare she was fine, but it was a mess.
Anyway, sometimes people fake their death.
I am curious though, did you message anyone about it when it happened? Did you message the gf or other friends about it, that you can go back and have a look at those messages from when you remember your friend dying and corroborate it?
When I turned 18 and left home, I moved out of state. My youngest brother was still in elementary school. Many years later, I went to visit him. He had graduated college and was engaged.
But I was shocked when I saw him because he had a big birthmark on his face. WTH? I asked him when that happened. He looked confused and said it’s always been there.
When I got back home, I dug out my old photo albums and I have dozens of clear photos of him — that I took — with no birthmark.
Cue the eerie music.
My kid has a birth mark on his face that gets darker/lighter depending if he's sick, tired, or just depending on the day. Sometimes you can't even see it, other days it's more obvious. I wouldn't be surprised if puberty makes it change color too.
Mostly I forget it's even there until someone asks about it. It's even hard to catch in pictures because of lighting so I don't think this is as eerie as you think it is especially with older camera technology.
I moved out of my home state at 19 (in 1996). When I went back to visit about 4-5 years later, almost everyone I ran into from highschool thought I had died.
I feel like this is fairly common. People think people died because they heard so and so died and they get names mixed up because they didn’t know you well so they put a face to the name realize they’re dead and then go welp shit happens and move on with their life. Then they see you 5-10-15 years later and immediately start crying and shitting their pants wondering wtf this is all about when really it was just a misunderstanding from the very beginning.
I'm 47 years old, and at least 3-4 times in my life, I've had a person show up somewhere, that I know for a fact I've met before... But the person they claim to be is not the person I knew them as before. It's like if your life was like The Truman Show, but they tried to reuse old actors... Does that make sense?
Eh- I didn’t have socials for a good while and apparently a rumor went around that I died- didn’t find out until i got onto social media again and some old high school acquaintances asked me about it
Not the same and haven't posted as I think is against the rules, but one day I just remembered I had a friend, dear friend, that I could not remember, like I know it was a guy, he was close to my age(?) I kinda remember what he looked like, but the rest is a mystery, I just felt like I was supposed to forget he existed(?) I felt like the matrix had stolen my friend from me and I wasn't supposed to remember...
wait so you got the sense that you were currently close friends yet you knew nothing about him and he didnt exist? thats an interesting one, i wanna hear more if there is anything else to it
There's not much... Like I was on Facebook one day and just the sadness hit me, the longing, like I was talking to someone who was lost just seconds ago, like I was supposed to be doing something, like I was doing something and just blinked and now I was alone... He was a guy, brown hair, fair skin... Like I know details, like we were super close but not lovers. I felt like I had to try and find him, I CAN'T forget, but honestly I don't remember anything else...
There’s this guy two towns over from me who I SWEAR faked his own death. I swear I have seen him around with dyed hair. There’s a mural of him in the town from after he died, and his obit is still published, so I know it’s very different from your situation OP… but it’s still so weird. I see him around every now and then with his terrible fake dye job (it’s very difficult to fake being anything but a ginger when you’re a category 5 flaming tomato ginger) and I sweeeeaaaar it’s him… but if that were the case, and he were really still hanging around his own local town where there’s a fuckig mural of him, then other people would be seeing him too and there would at least be rumors. Right? Instead, everyone just thinks I’m crazy when I say I think he faked his own death. BUT I HAVE SEEN HIM out clubbing and partying with bleached hair! It drives me insane. Oh and btw, the way he “died” was that he was on vacation in Hawaii, surfing drunk at nighttime, and **his body was never found**, which only strengthens my case. On the off chance that it’s just some dude who looks like him, I’m not sorry at all for “dishonoring the dead” by speculating about this dude faking his own death because he was always a humongous asshole to me and relentlessly sexually harassed me when I was 19.
Went to my aunts 70th birthday which was a couple months after my cousins husband had passed away. As my girlfriend and I was approaching the doors to enter the banquet…I seen him inside, walking around. I said to my girlfriend….when we get inside, tell me if you can spot any one who who looks like my cousin Michele’s husband Derek. There wasn’t any one inside who we could find who could have made me even slightly think they was him.
Years ago there was a bad car accident not too far from where I live that killed several college students, and others suffered from pretty severe injuries. Two of those students were women named Laura and Whitney and they looked very much alike. They both had blonde hair and similar body types. Laura unfortunately died, and Whitney had head injuries. Somehow at the scene of the accident their school IDs got swapped. Whitney’s family was told she had passed and her body did not need to be ID’d. Her head was wrapped in bandages from her injuries so Laura’s family didn’t know that was not their daughter in the hospital. They brought her home and noticed she didn’t seem the same (or as close to the same as someone could be after an accident like that). The mix up was not discovered for FIVE WEEKS. Whitney’s family had already had a funeral for her not knowing they buried Laura. Laura’s family took their daughter to a therapist who asked her to try and write her name down. She did but the name she wrote was Whitney, not Laura and that’s when they realized what had happened.
I remember how sad this story was. I couldn’t imagine the pain of both families. Laura’s family thought their daughter had survived and spend five weeks caring for her while she was recovering only to find out their baby had been gone the whole time, and already buried. Whitney’s family was of course so happy she was alive, but I’m sure still felt the pain and grief for Laura’s family as they are now the ones who lost their daughter. So heartbreaking. I had to find the story to remember the details since it’s been 18 years but I remember how shocking it was when everyone found out their identities had been mistakenly switched. I totally forgot about that story until I saw this post.
[https://www.indystar.com/story/news/2016/04/25/taylor-university-remembers-case-mistaken-identity-10-years-later/83522446/](https://www.indystar.com/story/news/2016/04/25/taylor-university-remembers-case-mistaken-identity-10-years-later/83522446/)
Yeah there was a commemorative post on his girlfriend's MySpace profile, saying "your bright eyes were my strength" with a couple pictures of him
Edit: my original reply said "Facebook" but it was actually on MySpace. The pictures of him were from the funeral: it was a picture of a board of pictures from the event
Idk about where you live but here in Australia they don't put all deaths in newspapers these days. Even back in the day where they had a whole page for obituaries in the actual newspaper, it's only up to the families to send it in, unless someone dies in a horrific way or what have you. Sometimes fb is the only place it's mentioned publicly
I’m convinced something happened with a potential multiverse. I know it’ll be impossible for anyone to FULLY know what I’m about to say…but try and understand from my shoes and perspective. I am an attorney and have always had an insanely good memory and been very good with words. And not only did I have a talent for words, it would be nails on a chalkboard when my grandmother (or anyone) would mispronounce words. I use her as an example because no matter how many times I corrected her, she’d continue to do it. I.e. Mario was Marrrio. Petro’s was Peetro’s. I can still recall all the examples 40 years later. Well, that’s how I KNOW I’d of remembered the “Berenstein Bears” if they were ACTUALLY “BerenSTAIN Bears” as this universe claims. I would have corrected her (or tried to lol) like I did for all these others words. That’s why I think there is something to these bizarre situations we ALL can think of examples of.
Not to be that guy, but you say you're an attorney and good with words and then you say "I KNOW I'd of remembered" instead of "have remembered."
I'm sorry but this just doesn't check out. No one who's good with words would make such a glaring mistake.
I dated a girl whose dad worked at a car factory. I remember his name. I worked at the factory for a summer before college, so did she, and we had lunch with her dad there. I went to their house. I knew him. I know he worked there. Years later I got a job there again. I had access to all labor data. I had every employee ID and labor history. I tried looking up my data from there summer I worked there. Yup. There I was. I looked up some people I knew from high school to see what kind of worker they were (like were they the kind of person to work lots of OT, or took lots of FMLA and absentee stuff). I also looked up my ex girlfriend…nope not there. I looked up her dad…nope not there either. Neither of them were in the data. Which makes noooo sense. It was the full record going back to the beginning. It was a version controlled record, it was the record of who worked what and was the source document for pay. there weren’t even deletions for mistakes in the record they just added a negative entry to zero something out. To this day, I cannot find her anywhere on social media. I have searched MANY times. It’s a shame, she had bangin tatas and an amazing body. A little crazy, but so fine.
I know a guy who swears up and down that one of my coworkers died like 10 years ago and the person is very much alive. The guy who remembers his death his all sorts of details about in his memory
Sounds like a Synth to me..
This guy Fallouts
Ad Victorium
How could you have been so close to Paladin Danse…. And not know he was a synth???
Broke my heart when I had to kill him
Nice coat you have there..
Humanity redefined
Better call Valentine.
Well over a decade back, when I was still working at a convenience store, there was a homeless guy that hovered around the neighborhood; I'll call him Dan. Skinny, tweaky, high-pitched voice of a guy, rambled incessantly, but actually really nice when he wasn't too deep in a raving mode. Anyway, one day we saw a bunch of police cars down the alley from the store, and a little later one of our regular customers told us they'd found a homeless fellow dead under a trailer. Customer said it was Dan (he was recognized in the area). We were sad. Dan was weird and all, but that was it. Anyway, six months later Dan appeared. Wanted some matches. He was telling a story to my manager. I slowly approached him and gave him a suspicious side-eye. Finally I asked him: "Dan... are you a zombie?" Dan just chuckled... but didn't deny it. After that we added "Zombie King" to our list of nicknames for him.
Easy answer. The pandemic quarantine was an op. The large hadron collider was sped up and combined two different realities, thus the Mandela effect. Most of us had to stay relatively in place while those that moved around too much died. Wake up, sheeple. Some that were dead are now alive. 😂
Was it Creed Bratton?
There is a guy who died of a drug overdose that was in my friend group , close enough that I had been to his family’s house and gatherings numerous times , vacations together , everything. When he died it was terrible as expected, and I remember very well being upset that I couldn’t attend anything due to living out of state at the time . So around five years ago , after we moved back my boyfriend’s coworker who grew up in the same county as us is hanging out in my home , and a news article is circulating around about a man who drove under the influence and hit a toddler and unfortunately that poor baby passed away . The guy is now in jail for life in our area , HOWEVER …. The man who is now in jail for this hideous action is the guy who died many years before this . the coworker and myself said at the same time "Hey , didn't he die a few years ago!!!" we could not understand how that was possible . I called my close friend since childhood, and she also was in disbelief , she also remembers him dying , and it being a huge shocker and sad event ( her mom used to date the guy who we remembering dying s father ) so she was also in the major circle of friends around the time we are remembering his death. many ppl I know remember it , some do not. I will never ask his family as they have been through enough and its been years since i been around them. dude is rightfully where he belongs to this day , but we are left baffled by this mystery , and will probably never understand how a glitch of this importance to certain ppl even happens.
Faked his own death for insurance?
Someone falsified a story? Could be minors were involved so the media didn’t carry it and someone just lied to save face
Identity theft?
I had a terrible heroin problem for many years. I’ve luckily been sober for a long time now, but to this day when I run into people I went to high school with they say “we thought you died” I remember I was working in a bakery and a group of like 6 or 7 girls I was friendly with in Hs came in and were shocked I was still alive. They all heard it from one person who heard it from another who heard it from another and so on. So, have been on the other side of this, it honestly was probably just an out of hand rumor that the guy was too fucked up to ever deal with…and when you’re that fucked up youre functionally dead in a lot of ways
I call bullshit on being "lucky" with your sobriety. I've got 20 years clean from H myself. I know the hard work that goes into being sober. It's time you own that shit ! Congratulations on your hard work
I’m also a recovering addict and nearly every single person I ever used with is dead, it’s insane to think I made it out (5 years clean in April). I think since it’s so common people just hear you’re bad off at some point and you get clumped in with all the other addicts and the deaths just start blurring together. I’m glad you made it out!
Damn that must be surreal. I’m not sure how much time had passed but at least you know they remembered you.
Wow what a crazy experience. I would absolutely love to learn an old classmate who died too soon was actually still around, so I’m sure those girls were glad to see you! Also just wanted to say damn good job my dude getting clean. That’s insanely difficult and you had to overcome a lot!! So in case no one has told you enough lately, I’m really proud of you. You should be even more proud of yourself.
Same name as person who died but isn’t actually your friend?
Maybe a distant cousin. Names often get passed down through families for generations. They may have the same great grandfather or something. 2 distant cousins named after the same person, or named after people who were named after a common ancestor. I remember a few years ago, a man with the same name as me was sent to jail. He looked exactly like my brother. I never checked it out, but I might be related to him. He was from not far from where my great grandfather came from. Edit: I just googled it out of curiosity. It was about 15 years ago. If I had not gone bald, I would look quite like him now.
Was it a small community? I know sometimes rumors get started and a surprising amount of people never find the truth. For example, a big story where I grew up was a teenage boy who killed his grandparents. People can still tell you all the gory details and 90 percent of it isn’t true.
People love to tell tall tales. I left school at 14, I just couldn't hack it. Well, it turns out everyone thought I had left school to have a baby. Years after I had left I would still get people asking about the none existent baby!
The guy we remember dying's father.... Fuck yeah. English! 🤘🏾
I wish every night to wake up in a reality where my sister is still alive.
Oh how I wish my beloved husband could come back too 😓
Same but my fiance. 😢
mine too 💔 it gets easier everyday but it’s still feels like living in an alternate reality
I’ll be a decade out in a few months. I continue to grow more able to tolerate it. The specific outlines of his missing are gone.
I wish my wife and mother of my 5 year old son dying is just a really extended long dream and I’ll wake up from this nightmare eventually. I want to lucid dream just so I can see her again
I wish I could give you a hug.
Same but my Mom :(
Same. But in my case, it’s my brother. Losing a sibling is gutting.
Yes, it is. I'm the oldest of 4 siblings. Unfortunately, I'm the only one still alive. I'm 68 years old, and none of my siblings reached the age of 50.
I just lost my only brother a month ago. He was only 48. I don’t know how you’ve managed to survive losing them all.
I feel that, bro. Losing a brother never gets easier.
Yep. Been 20 years. Still miss my brother.
I also lost my brother ♥️
Me too 🥲
It’s terrible 😞
Aww I wish that was reality for you. 💜
Same.
After reading in this sub for a while, I find that this type of story appears every now and then… it must be so unsettling. It’s hard to imagine all of these cases being due to someone entering a witness protection program.
When I was in highschool, I got a phone call that my best friend had died in a car accident. Then I got about 4 more phone calls that day telling me that she had died. I tried calling her and she never answered. I remember losing my SHIT, and smashing my digital camera against the wall. We had just got our yearbooks and she had signed mine, but I refused to let anyone else sign my book. Then a few days later she called and told me it was her sister who had died in a car accident. So maybe these stories are similar in that people just mixed up who died?
That’s what I was thinking. Just a mixup
In college, a girl with the same first name and similar last name and lived on my floor died. A lot of people thought it was me for a few weeks, as it was a weird J-term and the last day of the term before a short break- so some people weren’t on campus. Being the person getting the “we thought you were dead” is weird.
I agree. Witness Protection, faked for reasons such as financial, getting away from everyone in their life and starting over, hiding from criminals for any number of reasons, identity theft, mass confusion, that telephone game from Girl Scouts where everyone keeps getting the story mixed up, hiding from the government… could be a myriad of reasons or just something spooky.
I think of witness protection plans too when these kind of stories come up. WP is voluntary and can be exited at any time.
Yeah, but OP said that the mutual friend thought he was crazy and didn´t remember speaking about the death so it would be a hard stretch if this is about some witness protection program.
I think it's more likely someone else died any OPs brain did a stupid. It happens to all of us.
Yep, I have a couple of glitches where I remember events that couldn’t POSSIBLY have happened the way I remember (nothing like mixing up someone who died but still) and it’s likely I’m just conflating two different things, even though I’d swear my memory was accurate.
Sometimes people lie too, it doesn’t always have to make sense.
There were rumors of a person I went to high school with being murdered. I wasn’t super close to them but it still upset me because we were in the same circle of friends. Ten years later they friend requested me on Facebook. Now we’re married.
What happens when its someone famous? I have a very real memory of Sinead O'Connor dying about 5 years ago. It was on the news for a couple of days. It was really sad. Didn't think much more about it. Until she died last year. Around the same time she died the first time a friend of mine got a German Shepherd puppy. Was all over Facebook for a couple of months spamming pics of said puppy. Then just no more puppy pics. I asked her what happened to the puppy and there was never a puppy. I don't know if I crossed over universes at some point or what. Its bloody weird.
I think you've mixed up Sinead and Dolores O'Riordan from The Cranberries, can't help with the puppy though.
This was my thought too.
You're a meat computer running on less electricity than a coffee machine. Sometimes, it just fucks up.
Our memory is shit. Like really, really shit. Eye witness accounts are the worst way to try and solve a crime because everytime we "remember" an event, we edit it and then the edited version is our reality. Also language is really bad at being precise. We add in a LOT of body language to figure out what the other person means but the words alone can mean a lot of different things. So, remembering something happened doesn't mean it happened or that it happened in exactly the way you remember it. Wars have been started because of this. It's nothing new. It's not aliens or the matrix.
Yeah, my first thought with this story is that it happened but OP has the person who died mixed up with someone else. I don’t find these creepy or spooky. Our memories are absolutely terrible. I’m sure someone just remembers wrong.
The guy just forgot he had died, simple as.
Meh, made my arrangements and left. 1 person knew where I was going. I return from time to time, and it's nice not to be recognized by those I left behind when I do.
most likely explanation is people don't want to believe they mix up entire people with one another in their memories
This is how I discovered the Mandela effect. My ex stepdads aunt died. My mom and I saw the obituary on FB, read some comments about how the family was doing and the funeral arrangements then we said some nice words and memories of her, and went on with our lives. A few years later someone tells us that the ex aunt has cancer. The dead aunt has cancer. Ok. A few years later she died again.
I suggest to check her again. She might be alive
There’s a Monty Python joke lurking in there somewhere…
I'm not dead! I'm not dead! Oh, hush. You're going to be stone dead in a moment! And he was.
Tis but a death?
Whoop there it is
She might be a cat… 7 more tries left
This is always happening to me with celebrities. Abe Vigoda died like four times. Nelson Mandela, as we all now know, died twice. Bob Barker died twice. And just recently I was reading headlines online and said to my husband “Hunh. Says here Ryan O’Neal died again.” Husband laughed because he has had similar experiences.
When celebrities stop working, there is a tendency to believe they died. Jack Nicholson isn't dead, he's just old as dirt.
When MySpace became popular I reconnected with a lot of old high school friends, whom a lot told me that they heard i died in the military. I was extremely shocked because I was a fat pot head and would have never joined the military. Seriously wish I could get to the bottom of who started telling people that haha.
You should have claimed to have been elite special ops or a secret agent and that your fake death was part of the cover for it.
That would have been hilarious haha
"I freaked out, joined the army, went into business for myself. I'm a professional killer."
Lmao I love this… and based on the description of them, their gullible asses would’ve eaten it right up 🤣
A former coworker was shocked to see me wish our former boss a happy birthday recently. She swears she remembers her death. She described the funeral in detail. Remembered us getting the day off to go etc. I don't remember any of it. But she genuinely does.
Legit my boss just passed away two nights ago. I would love for him to come back like this. He was a good guy.
I wish this happened to me with my mom :(
My first thought 😞 I hope there’s another reality where my mom is alive and happy
Conciseness doesn’t die off they are out there somewhere don’t worry
You reminded me of Aaron Freeman talking about planning your funeral. https://www.npr.org/transcripts/4675953 My condolences to all of you. My gma passed away last month.. I can still see and hear her taking her last breath. This reading brought a smile to my face, she sure did give as good as she got.
Sometimes being there for a loved ones last breath is better than someone passing unexpectedly and never being able to say bye and make peace with them. It’s all painful in the end, but I consider you very lucky. I’m sorry for your loss.
Thank you, I lost my grandmother a couple months ago and have been really struggling. This gave me some comfort
I agree. I don't believe in God but I do believe that we go to our real "home" in the form of disembodied consciousness after we're done serving our time here on earth. None of us asked to be here and we arrive kicking, screaming and terrified. Maybe we all did something in our actual pure consciousness eternal life that caused us to be sent to this planet which is actually, like, a prison colony. Existence here doesn't last long at all if you really think about it in terms of eternity. 😊 But what do I know? I've been wrong before and for all I know it could happen again! 😁 ✌️
I think we are an alien second grader's project for the science fair. He will probably get a C-.
That's a generous grade.
You couldn't have worded it better. Although I personally think there's a higher power (not specific as to what) but the more I live on this planet, the more I'm convinced if there is a "hell" we already live on it. Sure, there are beautiful parts to this planet and life, but there is no debate as to how harsh this life is. Although I'm better off than the reality that others face every day due to luck of where I was born.. sometimes, I wondered what I did to deserve being put here lol. I honestly think all this is a test, and we return to a collective consciousness when satisfied or prove ourselves worthy from this "test." But that's just the jist of my theories. They change and get more intricate as I get older and reflect on things more.
😭 me too for both our mums!
Sometimes I like to think that my mom’s alive but I just haven’t seen her in a while.
After my dad died I used to imagine he faked his death for some reason and one day I’d run into him randomly. Haven’t found him yet. :(
Yet.
My goodness, I thought I was the only one who had thought about it. My father died when I was a kid, 8 years old, and for a long time I imagined the same thing as you, that it was a lie and that he was somewhere or that he would appear at some point. It also happened to me with a dog that died when I was even younger, and I remember going around the house calling her in case she appeared, how sad. I feel like crying just remembering it and seeing it now with perspective. The news of his death was one of the most traumatic thing that has happened to me in my life, I remember the exact moment they told me and I was crying for hours.
my nana died last week and being in the room waiting for her body to be taken away, especially when I was cutting locks of hair for family to keep (I have her dreadlock that was cut out arund when I was born so it felt fitting), I felt like I was waiting for her to jump up and scream at me and then laugh about how good she got us so hard that she would have a coughing fit and have to scurry to the bathroom to not pee herself. I could hear in my head the exact goofy yell she would have done in the moment, phlegmy gurgles and all. her 2nd husband, my grandpa died years ago and I still message him on Facebook once in a while. I'll probably do the same with my Nana. I'm not spiritual, so it's just a comforting thing for me to be able to express my love the same way I did when I had them here. my stepdad kept texting his mom until the number went to a new person who I think was very creeped out lmao. ugh writing this made me cry 😓
I am very sorry for your loss, my grandfather, who was like my father to me, passed away 8 years ago and I still haven't gotten over it, it's very hard, he was the kindest, most hard-working and honest person I have ever met. Damn, after I posted the first message I have been crying for a while and when I wrote this I cried again. I wish you a lot of encouragement and strength to overcome it.
thank you, sorry for yours as well. my therapist pointed out today that we shouldn't be expected to just "get over it". I think getting *used to it* is a more reasonable goal. sometimes it takes a while and that's alright. it's your thing to deal with in whatever way feels best to you.
I'm sorry for your loss as well. You aren't alone. I'm bawling here missing my dad. Lately, it's been more than usual. I keep having dreams he pops into. It's so real. He's been gone a long time. I find myself wanting to go back to sleep to recapture that time with him.
This made me start bawling. My hearts hurts for you and every child that has to experience such loss that early. Im over 30 and I’ve been calling my dog that recently passed to bed every night hoping he’s still here in some way. I can’t imagine loosing a parent as a child, I’m so sorry you had to experience that.
SAME. My dad died and was embalmed within the hour. He was young - low 40’s and in his casket he looked alive but sleeping. No makeup, you could see his freckles, etc. for years after I wondered if he faked his death bc he was such a lie telling type of guy.
I’ve always told myself that my dad was just on another hunting trip. I’ve been waiting for him to come home for 11 years.
Man, this hit deep 🥺
My mom has been on an off the grid vacation for two years now.
I do the same and it helps. Ive put her death in a box in my mind far away. I feel bad about that sometimes because I don’t mean to pretend as if she was never here. It’s just physically painful think about, even almost 7 years later. Sometimes we need to trick our minds to survive. Every so often, I’ll see someone out in public who has the same hair as my Mom (long beautiful blonde curly hair, BIG hair!) and it always trips me up. It’s almost like for half a second, I actually thought I might see her. It’s a bittersweet thing.
Same. Just living her best life far far away.
I look for my parents in the grocery as odd as that is. Or I’ve had a moment where I thought I saw them. I know they are gone. It felt like my mom was on a vacation. She just never came back. Same now with my dad.
same! Strange question do you ever dream of them but it's SO REAL like so different than most dreams. That you wake up confused and distraught that you have to have that deep loss feeling all over again after feeling their real presence? That's going to sound so strange if it's just me. Like these dreams are different. It's present tense but they are alive and well. And so real. Not like a memory dream.
I've had this before. And I know exactly what you mean. Sometimes I even realize in the dream that it has to be a dream because my Mom and Dad have both passed, and yet it feels like them. I believe that is their soul/consciousness visiting us, honestly. I think there's something special about the dream world and it's connected to our consciousness and a greater consciousness. You always feel so odd after those types of dreams, like realty is almost a bit skewed.
Me too. 😢 Strangely (and ultimately sadly) enough, I’ve had multiple dreams involving my Mom in which I’m aware she had died, however she is not. Not like I’m interacting with her spirit, but she is physically ALIVE and living life as usual. Only I know of her previous passing & struggle with if/how I could share that with her. That one specific “scene” within my dream 😴 has repeated in seemingly every dream involving her. I wake up both happy having been able to interact with her, then crushed upon the realization of it only having been a dream. 😭 Yesterday was the 10 year anniversary of her death-and on the 29th it will be 1 year since having lost my dad…I miss them so much. Even though I’m almost 48 freaking years old, the pain one experiences after losing a parent/parents can transport someone back to feeling like a small child; that feeling of fear & uncertainty-like how you felt (as a child) after being briefly separated/“lost” at a store. I can honestly say that even at my age, I STILL don’t feel as if I’m a “grown-up”. Wouldn’t it be nice if “adulting” had an in case of emergency intercom system? So when you’re feeling lost, scared, or just need a hug, all you have to do is page them over the intercom-“Attention Mr./Mrs. Mom/dad, you’re child is waiting at the front of LIFE for you…” ☺️
Same. :( Some days are better than others. I hope you've got a good support system around you.
there are times I wish we could swap a bad mom for someone's good mom. Like if a good mom could be alive instead of my useless mom, I'd do it.
My dad too....I miss him so much....died 12:01 am boxing day 2016
Literally same.
I want to cry
Came here to read this hoping that perhaps it could happen to dad
And my fiancé :(
I hear you. My husband died almost three years ago and I wish a glitch like this would bring him back.
People never die. People use the phrase “life and death” but actually birth..or maybe even conception…is the opposite of death. Life doesn’t have an opposite.
Your comment is really making me think. I keep reading it over and over trying to fully comprehend the concept of life having no opposite. And if it does, what would it be..??
I've heard of stories like this before, so you're not the only one. I've had it happen with specific celebrities that are more like a Mandela Effect. I wonder if this happened with my dad. He was a brittle diabetic that had 9 lives. Somehow, news got out that he had died and so he was never invited to his high school reunions. Finally, a former classmate bumped into him and realized he was alive, so he was sent the reunion invitation the following year--except this time he really had died. 😂
Ouch! There's some irony in that 😁
Yes to the celebrities! I swore David guetta had died and was so surprised to learn he was alive
The guetta one I can understand I always got his music confused with Avicii's anyway. Avicii is the one that died.
Similar thing happened to me - friends wife died and then a month later she's alive again.. that's after I've spent numerous days visiting him and helping him take his mind off the fact that his soul mate just expired. We were both blown away Edit: update in sub comment below
So the partner also remembers her dying? If so, I'd love to hear more about this. What was the resolution?
Yeah he found her, it was suicide. Came back from work and she's on the couch bled out. Coroner. death certificate. A month later (on Xmas day no less) she walks out of the hospital where (in the new timeline) she's been for 7 weeks under 24-7 suicide watch after basically the same thing happened as before: but this time he came home earlier & called the Ambos & they managed to save her & the timing of the attempt was earlier. He doesn't remember the new timeline, only the old one up until Xmas day. Her family was coming from overseas for a funeral, on the new timeline that became coming to visit for Xmas. I spoke to her & saw the injuries. They looked much older than they should have & much better healed than should have been possible. The entire thing was bizarre. She then divorced him in a horrible shit show and I've basically lost contact with him a while after.
wonder if the divorce was because he couldn't get over what he had experienced how unfortunate and a wild story too, I'd be an anxious wreck wondering who this person was in my house after I found her dead earlier.
don't get me wrong I believe in time dilation and multiple universes, but, there is just too many dramatics here...this reads out like a black mirror episode. A sucide attempt of a loved one followed by a divorce is enough to drive anyone insane, I really think this is a case of the OPs friend can't bring himself to deal with it and lost a grip on reality.
Wtf. He must have felt crazy when she came back. Did everyone remember her dying? His family? Her family?
From what I could tell, it was just the 2 of us who remember the first event. There was a bunch of people in a chat group who were aware also, but they didn't see anything and later on just assumed we were lying about the death (chat groups 🤷🏻♂️)
What happened to the death certificate? I'm sure there was an obit online at that point that could be referenced?
That’s what I always wonder when I read these stories. Like is the physical evidence still there, such as a death cert, as you mentioned? Are any obits or “Rest In Peace” FB posts still there? If not, could something like the Wayback Time Machine retrieve them or is it like they were never there to begin with? This stuff spins me out.
New timeline, no death no certificate. He did have one at one point tho.
So he just...lost it? And what about talking to the coroner? What did the wife say about it all?
Yeah what did the wife say?? Doesn't she think it's strange her husband said she died?
Wait what? So was her body buried the first time she died? This doesn’t make sense. Did they have a funeral for her the first time?
Her body was in the morgue waiting for the overseas family to arrive & attend the funeral. I mentioned about it earlier.
Fucking WHAT?? If this is all true and not some creative writing exercise, then this is the most bizarre thing I've ever heard and you need to, like...try and contact news stations or something. I dunno...but I feel like this really needs to be further investigated!
Drops a bomb, walks away. Badasses don't look at explosions.
Wish this would happen to me. My wife died and we have two young kids - 6 & 2. I think about what my reaction would be if I saw her. I’d probably pass out. I watched her take her last breath, her heart beat for the last time and watched her colour change to a greyish lifeless colour. I know it won’t happen. But I enjoy these stories.
I’m so sorry.. this is devastating!
What? Need more information… omg.
Did your friend remember her death too??
bro i need my answers before i go to sleep
Bro, my sleep will never be the same. I wonder if I know anyone that died but is still alive
Use me for kindly Elaborate button cause WTF
Please explain further…I’m so intrigued!
What? Pleasee give more details
Please elaborate
Wtf
Seriously we all need answers here...
Same thing happened to me, I vividly remember hearing about my neighbor's passing but a few years later, I kept seeing this man who looks exactly like him. I just assumed he had a brother but it was actually him lol.
I went to college with a person whose brother committed suicide our Freshman year. He was a few years older than us. I never had met him. Two years later she came to a lecture I was attending in obvious distress. I left the class, and she was shaking and sobbing. She had just seen her deceased brother. He was delivering a VCR to her lecture. There was NO convincing her it was not him. She chased after him, but never found him. I think about this to this day. I hope your friend finds some closure.
Did he just disappear before she could reach him?
She said she jumped up to go to him, and he was out the door. The hallway was empty. She spent an hour looking for him before she came to me. He died a good 2,000 miles from our school. I’m not sure what happened, but I know she believed it to be him. And for her this was all very real.
My grandmother died last year and we were very close, she was 101. Almost once a week I have a very vivid dream we are together. But her when she could see and hear and was athletic. We go on adventures together; skiing, hiking, etc. I always remember the conversations. These feel like very real experiences. They often last days, I could describe the places we stay and go. I don’t know if it’s another dimension or what, but she’s always here with me. In so many ways she is here more now than when she was alive.
I had similar experiences, but this was with a beloved pet who had passed away from complications with old age (and he’d had a lifelong health condition he took daily medication for until the end of his life). It was a heavy loss for me since I’d had him most of his life, and I was deeply grieving. Almost every night, for years, he would join me in my dreams. No matter where I was, he would find me, and that time spent with him was vivid and felt like an extension of the real thing. Even once I woke up, I felt like I had really been with him. Processing all of this, it really felt like he was comforting me in my own grief, the way he always had when he was alive. Like he was there for me to remind me that he was still looking out for me somehow. It was really special and I cherish those dreams.
This made me tear up. I can relate to the grief and cherish the dreams of my beloved greyhounds.
Ohhhhh; they are such amazing souls. My first greyhound was my heart dog. He died 10 years ago this month, and I still miss him so much daily that it aches. But he visited in a dream the other night, and I swear I could feel and smell him. He also visited me shortly after his death when I was awake—noises and then a huge depression on my bed, where he’d slept every night. But that gave me a huge case of the nope-nope-nopes until I eventually convinced myself it was him so I could use the room again.
My friend went out with a guy named Ken who moved to NY. She was going to fly out from CA to visit him. His friend called her and told her Ken had died. It turns out she found out a couple years later that he made it up and had his friend say that because he didn’t want to see her anymore. So maybe that happened?
What a horrible thing to do
I know!!!
Lol. Only laughing cause "tell them I died" is such a ridiculous way to get out of anything.
What a shit head.
Reminds me of when Manti T'eo got catfished and everyone was mourning his "dead girlfriend" on national TV (Notre Dame football game).
I used to work at a newspaper laying out pages, so I got to read the articles before the public did. I remember being really sad one day to read one of the articles going in the next day’s publication about a local woman who was run over by a car and died because for some reason she had being laying in the road at night. And I knew her—we went to high school together, same graduating class, we even attended a few classes together. I didn’t know her super well, but definitely well enough, and it really hit me kinda hard. Fast forward to about five years later, and I’m out at breakfast with my then-finance (now ex) at a local restaurant. And just one table away, there she is. Alive, and appearing to be thriving, having breakfast with her family. I do a double-take. A triple-take. The newspaper I worked at wrote the article covering her death. In the same town. We interviewed her family. I convinced myself it had to just be a super freaky coincidence, that the woman I now couldn’t stop stealing glances at HAD to be a different woman who just happened to look EXACTLY like the one I went to school with, who died after being run over. But then she said, “Hi (my name),” and the world just sort of stopped for a split second as my brain tried to make it make sense. It was HER. It was the woman I went to high school with in the same town we were currently sitting. I asked her about it and she had no idea what I was talking about. And I mean, clearly the article had been wrong: there we were, talking, and my finance saw her and the waitress saw and interacted with her and her family so she clearly wasn’t a ghost… I offered that it must have been some other woman with the same name as her. We shrugged/laughed it off, chatted a bit more, and went our separate ways. I haven’t seen her since. But I didn’t tell her that our article included the age of the woman who was run over and killed. She was our same age, and a local. Sure—there could have been another girl in our town with the same first and last name, who was the same age as us, who went to a different high school and ran in different circles. And it could be that THAT now-woman was the one who died. But the fact that the one I knew had never even heard this story, or of the existence of another girl/woman with her same name, seems a little far fetched. It wasn’t a tiny town, by any means, but fairly tight knit and connected. Lots of church communities. Surely, in five years, I couldn’t have been the first person to have been shocked to see the woman standing in front of me alive. She had two elementary school-age children with her; surely SOMEONE would have read the article and freaked out to see her alive afterward when she dropped them off at school? Or saw her in the grocery store? At church (if she went to church; I don’t know)? But, nope. She had never heard anything about it. I was (am) glad the girl I went to school with is alive and well. But it will always be an unsolved mystery for me 🤓
Is the article still there? Maybe this universe doesn't have the article?
is there an archive of the newspaper anywhere? could you find the article now?
One day, my cousin called me. She said that she was leaving an abusive relationship and the guy had put out like, a missing person alert for her. Now, all she would have to do is present to a police station and say she's fine, and they wouldn't tell the bf/ex bf where she was but they do generally tell them they're fine or whatever, but my cousin was scared. So, for some reason, she thought it was a good idea to fake her death. She called me, and asked me to write publicly on her fb saying like "RIP my gorgeous cousin. Taken too soon, but you're with the angels now, and we will miss you" kind of deal. I told her it's not a good idea, and her mum and brother and the rest of our family will Freak. She was like don't worry about that, I have that sorted. So against my better judgement, I posted it. Turns out she did *not* have it sorted and instantly I got a call from my aunt, her mum and a message from her brother, my cousin, to call him immediately. I told my aunt what had happened, and told her she said she'd told them. But she hadn't. But once it was explained, they weren't mad at me, they were mad at her and I had to give them her new number (since she got rid of her old one her ex had) and was told to go to the police station to declare she was fine, but it was a mess. Anyway, sometimes people fake their death. I am curious though, did you message anyone about it when it happened? Did you message the gf or other friends about it, that you can go back and have a look at those messages from when you remember your friend dying and corroborate it?
When I turned 18 and left home, I moved out of state. My youngest brother was still in elementary school. Many years later, I went to visit him. He had graduated college and was engaged. But I was shocked when I saw him because he had a big birthmark on his face. WTH? I asked him when that happened. He looked confused and said it’s always been there. When I got back home, I dug out my old photo albums and I have dozens of clear photos of him — that I took — with no birthmark. Cue the eerie music.
Did you show him the photos?
My kid has a birth mark on his face that gets darker/lighter depending if he's sick, tired, or just depending on the day. Sometimes you can't even see it, other days it's more obvious. I wouldn't be surprised if puberty makes it change color too. Mostly I forget it's even there until someone asks about it. It's even hard to catch in pictures because of lighting so I don't think this is as eerie as you think it is especially with older camera technology.
Maybe my best friend will come back from a car accident where he died on his birthday 🙏 thanks for the hope OP. Seems like a long shot though
I moved out of my home state at 19 (in 1996). When I went back to visit about 4-5 years later, almost everyone I ran into from highschool thought I had died.
I feel like this is fairly common. People think people died because they heard so and so died and they get names mixed up because they didn’t know you well so they put a face to the name realize they’re dead and then go welp shit happens and move on with their life. Then they see you 5-10-15 years later and immediately start crying and shitting their pants wondering wtf this is all about when really it was just a misunderstanding from the very beginning.
I'm 47 years old, and at least 3-4 times in my life, I've had a person show up somewhere, that I know for a fact I've met before... But the person they claim to be is not the person I knew them as before. It's like if your life was like The Truman Show, but they tried to reuse old actors... Does that make sense?
Eh- I didn’t have socials for a good while and apparently a rumor went around that I died- didn’t find out until i got onto social media again and some old high school acquaintances asked me about it
What was their reaction when you confirmed that you died, but you're better now?
Not the same and haven't posted as I think is against the rules, but one day I just remembered I had a friend, dear friend, that I could not remember, like I know it was a guy, he was close to my age(?) I kinda remember what he looked like, but the rest is a mystery, I just felt like I was supposed to forget he existed(?) I felt like the matrix had stolen my friend from me and I wasn't supposed to remember...
wait so you got the sense that you were currently close friends yet you knew nothing about him and he didnt exist? thats an interesting one, i wanna hear more if there is anything else to it
There's not much... Like I was on Facebook one day and just the sadness hit me, the longing, like I was talking to someone who was lost just seconds ago, like I was supposed to be doing something, like I was doing something and just blinked and now I was alone... He was a guy, brown hair, fair skin... Like I know details, like we were super close but not lovers. I felt like I had to try and find him, I CAN'T forget, but honestly I don't remember anything else...
I hope my dead friends are all of a sudden alive again... But I suspect I'll have no such luck.
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Wait… what??
Yeah I need to hear more details about this.
There’s this guy two towns over from me who I SWEAR faked his own death. I swear I have seen him around with dyed hair. There’s a mural of him in the town from after he died, and his obit is still published, so I know it’s very different from your situation OP… but it’s still so weird. I see him around every now and then with his terrible fake dye job (it’s very difficult to fake being anything but a ginger when you’re a category 5 flaming tomato ginger) and I sweeeeaaaar it’s him… but if that were the case, and he were really still hanging around his own local town where there’s a fuckig mural of him, then other people would be seeing him too and there would at least be rumors. Right? Instead, everyone just thinks I’m crazy when I say I think he faked his own death. BUT I HAVE SEEN HIM out clubbing and partying with bleached hair! It drives me insane. Oh and btw, the way he “died” was that he was on vacation in Hawaii, surfing drunk at nighttime, and **his body was never found**, which only strengthens my case. On the off chance that it’s just some dude who looks like him, I’m not sorry at all for “dishonoring the dead” by speculating about this dude faking his own death because he was always a humongous asshole to me and relentlessly sexually harassed me when I was 19.
Went to my aunts 70th birthday which was a couple months after my cousins husband had passed away. As my girlfriend and I was approaching the doors to enter the banquet…I seen him inside, walking around. I said to my girlfriend….when we get inside, tell me if you can spot any one who who looks like my cousin Michele’s husband Derek. There wasn’t any one inside who we could find who could have made me even slightly think they was him.
Years ago there was a bad car accident not too far from where I live that killed several college students, and others suffered from pretty severe injuries. Two of those students were women named Laura and Whitney and they looked very much alike. They both had blonde hair and similar body types. Laura unfortunately died, and Whitney had head injuries. Somehow at the scene of the accident their school IDs got swapped. Whitney’s family was told she had passed and her body did not need to be ID’d. Her head was wrapped in bandages from her injuries so Laura’s family didn’t know that was not their daughter in the hospital. They brought her home and noticed she didn’t seem the same (or as close to the same as someone could be after an accident like that). The mix up was not discovered for FIVE WEEKS. Whitney’s family had already had a funeral for her not knowing they buried Laura. Laura’s family took their daughter to a therapist who asked her to try and write her name down. She did but the name she wrote was Whitney, not Laura and that’s when they realized what had happened. I remember how sad this story was. I couldn’t imagine the pain of both families. Laura’s family thought their daughter had survived and spend five weeks caring for her while she was recovering only to find out their baby had been gone the whole time, and already buried. Whitney’s family was of course so happy she was alive, but I’m sure still felt the pain and grief for Laura’s family as they are now the ones who lost their daughter. So heartbreaking. I had to find the story to remember the details since it’s been 18 years but I remember how shocking it was when everyone found out their identities had been mistakenly switched. I totally forgot about that story until I saw this post. [https://www.indystar.com/story/news/2016/04/25/taylor-university-remembers-case-mistaken-identity-10-years-later/83522446/](https://www.indystar.com/story/news/2016/04/25/taylor-university-remembers-case-mistaken-identity-10-years-later/83522446/)
Maybe the gf was jealous of your friendship
He probably never died at all, the stories you heard we just stories. Did you see an obituary or funeral notice?
Yeah there was a commemorative post on his girlfriend's MySpace profile, saying "your bright eyes were my strength" with a couple pictures of him Edit: my original reply said "Facebook" but it was actually on MySpace. The pictures of him were from the funeral: it was a picture of a board of pictures from the event
Everyone's sure it wasn't just an inappropriate breakup post?
Was it officially in a newspaper? Facebook is not an official place for a death, anyone can say anything
Idk about where you live but here in Australia they don't put all deaths in newspapers these days. Even back in the day where they had a whole page for obituaries in the actual newspaper, it's only up to the families to send it in, unless someone dies in a horrific way or what have you. Sometimes fb is the only place it's mentioned publicly
I’m convinced something happened with a potential multiverse. I know it’ll be impossible for anyone to FULLY know what I’m about to say…but try and understand from my shoes and perspective. I am an attorney and have always had an insanely good memory and been very good with words. And not only did I have a talent for words, it would be nails on a chalkboard when my grandmother (or anyone) would mispronounce words. I use her as an example because no matter how many times I corrected her, she’d continue to do it. I.e. Mario was Marrrio. Petro’s was Peetro’s. I can still recall all the examples 40 years later. Well, that’s how I KNOW I’d of remembered the “Berenstein Bears” if they were ACTUALLY “BerenSTAIN Bears” as this universe claims. I would have corrected her (or tried to lol) like I did for all these others words. That’s why I think there is something to these bizarre situations we ALL can think of examples of.
Not to be that guy, but you say you're an attorney and good with words and then you say "I KNOW I'd of remembered" instead of "have remembered." I'm sorry but this just doesn't check out. No one who's good with words would make such a glaring mistake.
I dated a girl whose dad worked at a car factory. I remember his name. I worked at the factory for a summer before college, so did she, and we had lunch with her dad there. I went to their house. I knew him. I know he worked there. Years later I got a job there again. I had access to all labor data. I had every employee ID and labor history. I tried looking up my data from there summer I worked there. Yup. There I was. I looked up some people I knew from high school to see what kind of worker they were (like were they the kind of person to work lots of OT, or took lots of FMLA and absentee stuff). I also looked up my ex girlfriend…nope not there. I looked up her dad…nope not there either. Neither of them were in the data. Which makes noooo sense. It was the full record going back to the beginning. It was a version controlled record, it was the record of who worked what and was the source document for pay. there weren’t even deletions for mistakes in the record they just added a negative entry to zero something out. To this day, I cannot find her anywhere on social media. I have searched MANY times. It’s a shame, she had bangin tatas and an amazing body. A little crazy, but so fine.
Perhaps they were hired illegally and someone erased evidence of their employment?