New years. My buddy and I were at a bar downtown and got out and couldn't get a cab. It was -10 degrees out, cops were out like crazy, this was also before Uber or Lyft.

I literally asked a cop for a ride home and he said no. We huddled with some strangers for warmth, and then they said they got a cab and I basically begged them to take me with them because I was going to freeze and my phone was almost off. I need to iterate, my friend was with us the entire time.

So they say yes, I get into the cab and realize my friend isn't with us and I was like what? So I called him thinking maybe he accidently wandered off, we were drinking and all. He answers the phone and I'm like hey we're in the cab, where are you?

He says he's at home. I am extremely confused because I was just with him maybe 1 minute at max earlier. He lived at least 15-20 minutes away on the other side of town. I ask him, "are you sure?" I was worried he was drunk and lying or something and he goes "nah I'm sitting in my kitchen right now having a beer"

Next day rolls around, I ask the people to take my back to my car. I get home and charge my phone and call him and I was like "so what really happened last night?" And he was confused. I explained my side of the situation and he was like "dude I really don't know. I was standing there, and next thing I knew you called me and I was in my kitchen"

We talked about it for like 10 years and never figured out how he magically teleported home in the span of less than 60 seconds.

I would like to explain it away that he was drunk and not where he thought he was or something weird but he was one of the most honest people I knew. Like almost too honest most of the time. He said he woke up in his bed and remembered the phone call but could not remember how he got home at all. He also said he was basically just tipsy when he got home, he wasn't trying to get smashed and be out like that, that he waited until he got home to get actually drunk with his roommate.

I just don't know..

My sister sent me this thread and told me I should post the story of my friend who disappeared and we never heard from again.

I was in high school in 2003 & was living in the UK as an exchange student, when another girl started at our school. We became fast friends & she became part of our larger friend group. She had no family living there that any of us knew of, and she (supposedly) lived with roommates nearby. We were all 16-17ish. At the end of the school year I left to go home & she stayed for the final school year. She was applying for Universities there, and we talked on the phone several times throughout the year, friends saw her in class, we wrote letters, and sent packages, etc.

One day she came to school and stopped a friend of ours & said she desperately needed to talk to him. He hadn’t been to homeroom in weeks, so he asked her to give him a few minutes and he’d be right back. She was never seen again. She never returned to school & police even showed up to ask my friend what he knew (nothing).

I tried emailing her for YEARS. I even posted about her on one of those “looking for someone” websites, and go no hits. I have no idea if she had an emergency and had to move back to her home country, if someone showed up for her & took her away, or if she picked up and started a new life somewhere. I never got an email back from her & she still comes up in conversation, when the last person to see her at school & I get nostalgic and start talking about our mutual year in high school. Until the day I am gone, I will wonder what happened to her.

When I was about 9, someone broke into our family house while we were on holiday. They didn’t steal anything, but left a giant blood puddle (with no drips to or from it) on our upstairs landing, a strange fabricky blood pattern running along the stairs and apparently blood was sprayed (likely out of a bottle) all over our cleaning supplies in the bathroom. Initially the police said an animal had broken in to give birth (even though the lock was clearly broken open by force) and then said the blood was human but closed the case without a conclusion. I was too young to be scared (my mum said she couldn’t sleep for weeks and was convinced she heard movement in the attic - the hatch was directly above the stain) but I think about it a lot…

A lot of weird stuff happened in that house….

In my family the biggest mystery was why small things kept disappearing around the house for years. Pens, socks, keys, even my mom’s glasses would go missing all the time. We blamed each other and thought we were all just forgetful. When we finally moved a heavy dresser during a renovation, we found a huge stash of stolen items underneath it. Our old cat had been quietly collecting things for almost a decade. We still cannot figure out how he managed to grab so much without anyone noticing.

Ugh, mine is pretty dark. My cousin disappeared fifteen years ago and his car was found, but no body. That has changed every single person in my family.

First time I had to get a physical for freshman football. The doctor was a very stern-looking Eastern European guy. We do all the normal stuff... then it comes time for the hernia check. I started giggling as soon as the dude touched my balls.

"ZIS IS NOT FUNNY! PLEASE STOP VIT ZE GIGGLING!!!"

At that point, I lost it.

It was valentines day at school. I was in 3rd grade and you could pay a dollar to send someone a rose. Every kid got at least one rose, ya know. So at the end of the day there are roses everywhere (when I think about it, they might have been different flowers, are roses expensive?) and we started putting the petals down the backs of people's shirts.

Well later that day I had an appointment with a pediatrician and when she asked me to pull my pants down for the hernia check, a bunch of rose petals fell out of my underoos. I must have fainted because the next thing I remember is my mom and the doctor laughing hysterically and I was laying on the floor.

I was in the hospital a couple months ago for chest pains and was subjected to many scans and tests because I have a heart condition. I had to be given special medication to lower my heart rate for a CAT scan, but the doctor was cute and every time he walked back into the room, my heart rate would spike. Eventually they had to kick him out. 😂 What else can you do but laugh at that point?

I'm a very anxious person and went to see my doctor about said anxiety, and whilst sitting there listening to him talk about medication I was of course beginning to feel increasingly more anxious. An immediate symptom of anxiety is sweaty hands, and so I'm sitting there with my hands becoming clammy and I'm holding them together on my knees, and when it comes to my turn to talk I anxiously squeezed my clam-hands together and made a very authentic sounding fart noise.

I didn't really know what to do so I sort of made a "oh!" expression and said sorry, and he said it was fine but it was on my mind the rest of the day. I still think about it.

Like, when has anyone ever had to apologise to their doctor for making a fart sound with their hands that they were afraid for being mistaken as a real fart? Why would I apologise? How weird is that?