Do you ever get the feeling that something’s watching you, even when no one’s there? Or maybe you’ve had a bizarre experience that just doesn’t make sense, no matter how many times you replay it in your head. Lots of folks love a good mystery, until it happens to them, leaving them unable to close their eyes at night.
These creepy occurrences tend to stick with you long after, giving you goosebumps every time you think about them. It’s true what they say - sometimes, the truth really is stranger than fiction, and we have 33 creepy stories to prove it.
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I was sitting at a red light, two lane road. I was in the right lane, with a big pickup truck blocking my view of the highway I was waiting to cross. My daughter, 6 months old in the car seat in the back seat.
The light turned green, and I heard a distinct female voice say “WAIT!” It wasn’t the person in the pickup, because all windows were closed.
The pickup next to me didn’t move.
Two seconds later, a semi ran the red light at high speed. Had I proceeded through the light, I would have been obliterated.
It haunts me to this day, some 40 years later.
Something almost exactly like this happened to me! Whoa! I was at a red light with both kids in the back seat and the light turned green. I knew I was supposed to go but had an internal argument with myself about going or not going for some reason that I couldn't figure out, that is until a car that I couldn't see before came flying through their red light. I knew then that someone/something was looing out for me and my kids that day.
It was your future self looking out for you and your child
Seems like they should've planned better to warn the past self instead of yelling "wait" at the last second
Load More Replies...Was driving pretty fast (young and dumb) in the Swedish countryside during a dark night. Suddenly I say to myself "wait, what if an animal cross the road?" - and for some reason I break hard. Not just slowing down but a pretty hard break. Seconds later a few deers jump out from the dense forest and cross the road right infront of my car.
I had almost the exact same experience! I was out for a drive in the middle of the night. I work nights so I'm always up all night and go to bed with the sun. Anyways, I pulled up to a red light, it then turned green and a little voice says "not yet", so I waited. Not 2 seconds later a van came flying through the intersection. He hit the light through the intersection then spun around and hit a billboard then rolled the van landing on the roof. Being the only witness, I drive over and this 16 year old guy gets out, reeking of booze, and yells "my dad is going to kill me!" So I called the cops and they came and dealt with him. Had I gone when the light changed, I would have died!
I'm a deep skeptic, but when I was a child I was doing a "12 days of Christmas" event where we would doorbell ditch neighborhoods with themed gifts. This was in northern arizona. Out at one of the neighborhoods that was at the edge of the desert, we were making a turn with me and my friends in the bed of the truck, and we saw a man crouched down at the end of a cul-de-sac, right under the street light. And I immediately assumed it was a homeless man, but I wondered why they were so far away from the city. Then I realized he was crouched *directly* under the light, and he was just a dark silhouette.
As we were driving away, he stood up, and walked in two separate directions. I swear it. One turned into two, two separate strides in incongruous directions, and there was an *ugly* dread in my gut, like deeply primal. And I turned to my friend to make sure he'd seen what I'd seen, and his face fell, and he quietly said "I have to go home. Right now."
My friend was navajo and believed he'd just seen a yee naaldlooshii (skinwalker), and to this day I wouldn't have a solid argument against it.
Single crouching figure stands up, splits into 2 separate individuals, and they go different directions? *I* have to go home now, regardless of what it (they?) Might be!
Even if it was something harmless, I'd still have to go home to change my pants
Load More Replies...Shadow - trick of the light and the angle they were sitting in the truck bed
Completely. I don’t even know why I’m reading this stupid list.
Load More Replies...There are very few “spooky” things I believe in, but this is absolutely one. I grew up in northern New Mexico just outside of the Navajo reservation, and even as an adult, I still don’t use the term Skinwalker lightly.
They definitely saw something to that effect. I got instant goosebumps reading it. Be careful out there!
Load More Replies...Call me crazy, but could it have been two people, one behind the other, who stood up and walked in different directions? Just a thought
I have to ask… how does one walk in two different directions at once? Like they duplicate, or does one foot go one way and the other goes another?
They were saying that one figure that they saw got up, turned into two figures and walked away in two different directions
Load More Replies...I saw the first excerpt at the begining of this list. There was only the desert part and somehow I knew it was going to be somewhere in the Western United States. And when I read Arizona, I knew it was going about to be about skinwalkers. Maybe because I read about them a lot.
Or: you saw two people, one behind the other, stand up and walk in opposite directions.
That would have freaked me the hell out. I’m not religious but oh boy I’d start praying on the spot
Was working on the strip in Vegas in a restaurant and served a family (husband, wife, daughter). Something about the dad's goatee and mouth reminded me of my dad. I mentioned this. Long story short my dad was adopted by his dad (not biological) and he has 5 other siblings he's never met. I met my uncle without knowing he ever existed. Best thing that's ever happened to me.
I have family out there cuz I was adopted. I have a sister and an uncle and I talked to a cousin not fly away from me my brother found on one of those DNA sites.
Can you imagine going to bed on Friday night and waking up on Sunday morning with no memory or evidence of the missing day? It’s like you vanished for 24 hours. That’s exactly what happened to one netizen, and it still gives them chills to this day. Aliens, maybe? Whatever it may be, if that was a movie, we would love to watch it.
People are fascinated with mysteries, and luckily, there are plenty of good ones out there. Whether it’s a weird coincidence or some sort of ghost apparition, these stories tend to stick with the people who experience them for a long time.
Just like one couple can’t seem to find an explanation for the people they saw dancing on the beach, only to have them disappear in a second. Some skeptics might say that these experiences are caused by environmental factors like infrasound, or even carbon monoxide poisoning, which can lead to hallucinations. But for our couple, those beach dancers were as real as it gets.
When I was in middle school, my 2.5 year old puggle, Rex, got really sick with what we later learned was Pug Encephalitis. He had been in and out of the emergency vet for a few days, as he was having seizures and not acting like himself. However, when this event happened, he was back home with us. A few days into him being sick, I had a dream that I went to visit him at the vet. In my dream, a technician brought him to the lobby to say hello to me, and then walked him into a room filled with bright white light. As soon as he was out of sight, I woke up, checked the clock, saw that it was 2:37am, and went back to sleep. When I woke up that morning, my mom was standing next to my bed, and I immediately knew Rex had passed.
I found out that he had been taken to the emergency vet again after I had gone to bed, as he started going downhill again and needed to be hospitalized overnight. A few hours later, my mom got a call that she needed to go to the hospital immediately, as he was declining quickly. He passed away shortly after she arrived, right around 2:37am. We later found out from our neighbors that their dog, who was friends with Rex, became very restless and started howling right around the time he passed, despite Rex being in a hospital miles away.
I like to think that this dream was him saying goodbye to me, and it helped me a lot with the grieving process, as I felt like I got to see him one last time before he passed. I have never had another experience that was even remotely similar, which makes it even stranger!
I had 2 dogs one of them got out one night and we couldn't find him right away even though he usually came back by the next day( we lived in a small farm town in NC at the time so him running off usually wasn't an issue) middle of the night my other dog startled awake and started whining growling and barking. We were confused because he never did that. The next day we went driving down the main road to go to Indoor soccer practice and we see him on the side of the road hit Mt a truck I'm guessing because he was huge and if a car hit him it would have been totalled. We figure he got hit the same time my other dog woke and got upset...
The day our dog passed ( which I didn't know at that time), I heard some one call my name twice. I responded like I was in a trance. My Mother asked me what I was doing from the kitchen. I said didn't you call me. She didn't say anything that day. I only knew about it like after a month. My mother knew it was our dog calling me because she had such experiences herself before. She was my childhood dog. We grew up together at my mother's house before I moved to our new home.
Gosh this set me off on a tear journey. I lost one of my dogs 2 years ago and the hurt doesn't disappear. I was told by my boyfriend that was comes with love is pain and in this scenario I loved my boy so much that of course the pain hurts beyond words too. I'm glad rex came to say goodbye, they will always find a way x
You get used to the pain, but you never really get over it.
Load More Replies...My ex husband's grandmother did that, disguised as his dog. Owen woke me up in the middle of the night to tell me about a dream he'd just had. Charlie Brown (his bulldog) was standing in front of him but he was solid blue. He spoke in a human voice, saying he couldn't breathe. Then his color changed back to brown and he said "I'm all right now". That's when Owen woke up. I looked at the clock. It was 2 am. We got a call the next morning letting us know that Owen's grandmother had died... at 2 am. They were somewhat estranged so I guess she feared appearing to him as herself. She chose to "be" his beloved dog to say goodbye.
I lost an entire day. Went to bed Friday night, woke up Sunday morning. Nothing had been disturbed, my phone showed no activity, absolutely no evidence I existed the previous day. I felt absolutely fine, and it hasn't happaned again. I've spent 10 years wracking by brain over this and by this point I'm just gonna chalk it up to aliens.
One day, I woke up and did my normal morning routine. I fed my cat, showered, got dressed for work and then opened my eyes again. I was still naked in bed. The whole thing had been a very boring and realistic dream. It was very disorienting!
I once dreamed that I was asleep..... seemed like a waste of a dream! :D
Load More Replies...Could be transient global amnesia. My father in law had a couple episodes, was tested, and doctors found nothing wrong, but he just lost about 30 hours of his life, where people talked with him, he also drove his car and phoned his daughter. Total black out.
Maybe you experience something so traumatic, that your brain refused to keep this day in mind for your own sake
Well, I've skipped days too, but it was just that I was sleeping. Sometimes I'd wake up to empty food containers, wondering who ate all that,. Lol
That's happened to me once almost 2 years ago. I lost most of Friday- Sunday woke up to a missing person report and a terrified gf
I took a sleeping pill called Halcion in the 90s and lost a whole day.
I decided to take a nap after watching the footy one day, would've been about 1 or 2 in the afternoon on a Saturday. Woke up 16ish hours later on Sunday morning. Guess I was just more tired than I realized but it certainly tripped me the fark out.
I had a dream that I was in an Irish airport with two women. Neither I'd ever seen, but both were distinct in their own way. One was very bird like with shock blond hair, the other woman was heavy set and wore a head bandana. I remember wondering why I'd dreamed about it. In any case I wrote it down in my dream journal. We ate at an Italian restaurant that had a neon sign with a spaghetti and meatballs.
Fast forward ~5 years to me being out of school and I get sent on am emergency trip to go fix an issue at a site in Ireland. Network broken, hpux box not booting, it was fun.
Theyvsend along a couole of the woman who write some of the ERP software and needed to work with some of the staff to iron out kinks.
It was those women.. the bandana was because she'd just completed chemo for breast cancer. The other woman had shock bond hair and was 50lbs soaking wet.
We ate at that damn restaurant.. with the neon sign.
I sat there aghast eating my chicken parm.
Nothing like it has ever happened since.
I'm going to call bull on this for a very weird but specific reason. Chicken parm is an American Italian dish. You don't find it on restaurant menus here. Never have.
I wonder why the dream wasn't more significant? something like a car crash that you could avoid.
I call b******t. Chicken parm is not a dish you often find in the UK/Ireland
But why are some people so fascinated by mysteries? Well, I guess it’s just how our brains work. You see, the brain naturally looks for explanations and patterns, and when we experience something that can’t be easily categorized, it messes with our heads.
It’s the same reason true crime and paranormal documentaries are so popular these days. They give us a little thrill, and scratch that itch we have to explore the unknown while keeping us safe from it. But some of these stories go beyond curiosity, touching on deeper fears, like what happens after death, or whether we’re truly alone in the universe.
Just like one netizen started questioning reality when they got attacked by something they couldn’t see. Just imagine being sound asleep in your bed when you suddenly feel a hand over your mouth, causing you to not be able to breathe, only to discover there’s nothing actually there. Would you be able to close your eyes again?
Studies show that the belief in the supernatural increases when we are stressed. So, it’s no surprise that many of these unexplained events take place when people are in vulnerable states, whether physically, mentally, or emotionally. Our minds just become more open to picking up on the unusual, especially when we’re already on edge.
This was in the early '00s. My roommate and I were watching TV and having wine and snacks. She got up and went to the kitchen to get some more snacks. When she turned around, suddenly I looked around and we were having a party. There were loads of people there, and a whole fancy setup with high tables downstairs and a full bar. I was entertaining the guests and passing out snacks when suddenly everything went back to how it had been before - a regular night with my roommate and I both in sweatpants having wine and snacks in the living room while watching TV.
She looked at me and said, "Where did everybody go?"
We compared notes. We'd seen the same thing. .
Right? Because otherwise my first thought would not have been "Where did everybody go?"
Load More Replies...A glitch in the time matrix. You two will stay lifelong friends and one day you will be at this party together.
When I was a child between ~4-6 years old, my sister and I played with a pair of neighborhood siblings down the street. We did this for about 2 years until they moved away. Honestly, I forgot all about them since I was so young.
Probably 12-14 years later when I was an older teenager I was home from college at a local event/fair/carnival type thing. Out of nowhere, my brain thought: "I wonder what happened to my old friends down the st. I played with as a kid." Almost as soon as I thought, I passed by a women who immediately turned around and yelled "badchad???" It had been more than a decade, and I nearly bumped into her the second she crossed my mind.
This might be explained by the fact that the OP had seen the person, but not registered it consciously
I sometimes randomly think about somebody who I haven't seen for years or even decades and later on I will see them in the street or in a shop or something.
Guess I wrote this on Reddit before:
Was out for dinner with my best friend and her boyfriend. Out of nowhere I got heavy problems with breathing, fast heartbeat, cold sweat and so on, so they brought me to the hospital. The doctors didn't find anything, and after about 1 1/2 hours the symptoms went away as abruptely as they had started.
Didn't think about it anymore, until two days later my uncle found my mother, who was obviously choked to death on her dinner - she lived alone and we all thought she had a lot of Work, because she didn't answer the phone for some days. He decided to look after her when she didn't show up to his invitation for new years eve.
Because it was no "Natural Death" (don't know If this is the right term in english. It means that there COULD have been other people involved), a coroner had to examine her. He limited the death-time to "two days ago, somewhere between 7 and 11 p.m."
Well, i think you can guess which was the time span I went to the hospital with symptoms that are quite similar to the ones she must have had.
When I was in university, one Thursday started out like any other. Then, very suddenly, at 11:30 a.m., I was overcome with grief and was convinced that a great aunt in Vejle (Denmark) had passed away. That afternoon, everyone was asking me what was wrong. I wanted to reply, "There was a death in the family," but, instead, said that I was just tired. That Sunday, I was talking with my mother on the phone and she told me that her Tante Rie (in Vejle) had passed away. I immediately asked her when she found out. She received the letter on Thursday. We got our mail at 11:30 every day. So, the moment, she read the letter, I felt it.
If time of death was determined to be two days prior, and the deceased was indoors [no insect presence], how on earth could it be narrowed down to between the hours of 7-11 pm?
One common theme among these bizarre stories is the presence of some sort of shadowy or ghostly figure. Can you imagine seeing someone looking at you while you’re chilling at home only to find out there’s actually nobody in the house with you? That’s exactly what one Redditor experienced on a regular night at home. I don’t know about you, but to us, that sounds like a horror movie in real life.
According to research, about one-third of Americans believe in ghosts, and many of them say they have encountered one themselves. While science may be pointing fingers to the brain misinterpreting shadows in low light, for those who’ve had these experiences, there’s no doubt in their minds that what they saw was real. Just ask our netizen – we’re sure they double-checked their locks that night, after seeing that shadow watching them.
Then there are those bizarre experiences that seem a bit strange to be just coincidences. For example, one Redditor had a dream about an airport encounter with two women—one with blonde hair and another in a bandana. But that dream turned into a real-life meeting with those exact women in Ireland years later.
You know how you can identify people you've lived with for years by their footsteps?
Well, my dad had Parkinson's for over 20 years. Parkinson's affects your ability to walk, and thus causes a shuffling when trying to initiate movement, like what happens in the [beginning of this vid](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYMTOz9Rw3Y). Unfortunately, my dad was a very stubborn individual, so he never listened to how the doctors told him to properly walk. What he would do is try to initiate walking (without any walker), which would always be a rapid shuffle, lose balance, and then fall on his knees with a bang. He would then get up, start shuffling again, fall on his knees with a thud, and repeat until he finally started walking. As you can imagine, his knees were in terrible condition, and were swollen to the size of bowling balls. I heard this series of shuffling and thuds every day for my entire life.
Well, he unfortunately passed away in 2015 due to complications from surgery.
A month after his passing, I was upstairs in my room, browsing my computer.
And that's when I heard that same series of shuffling and thuds I had heard *so* many times before, coming from downstairs. It went on for a couple of seconds, and stopped.
I was home alone, and nearly s**t myself. I went downstairs, and saw no one there.
Auditory hallucinations? Can be caused by PTSD, anxiety and depression.
Or you're so used to the sound your brain automatically hears it on cue
Load More Replies...I know it's not quite the same. But our dog used to lay on a mat below the TV and when excited her tail would hit the glass of the cabinet door repeatedly. A week after her passing I was watching TV and there were 3 distinct bangs like her tail on the glass. You could see nothing was hitting it. Where ever she was, she was okay.
My dad died 5 years ago, and my mom says she sometimes smells the smoke of his cigarettes, and she thinks he pays occasional visits. I had never experienced anything like that - until a month or so ago. I was sitting at home, all alone, when suddenly, I smelled my father's aftershave. I remember that smell so well... and I was so happy that he had come to "visit" me as well :')
My dad died 10 years ago. He used to smoke tobacco. Occasionally both my hubby and I get a distinct smell of tobacco smoke in our front room. Nobody in my house smokes and I like to think its my dad paying us s visit.
Load More Replies...My mom passed on May 22th 2023, and my aunt just passed on July 4th 2024.... I still hear both of them going up and down the stairs {I stay with my husband in the living room since we're going to move and they had the upstairs rooms} I still hear them get up from their beds to the bathroom, They were older heavyset women that stumbled a bit when they moved.... but their beds are long gone, their rooms are cleaned out the rooms locked.... I still feel like I'm going to hear my mom's car pull up to the front door, and her run in and yell my name to get stuff out... she would go out every day.... they died in this house, and I was with them and held there hands as they went cold, took there last breath, kidney failure for mom, and cancer and liver for my aunt.... they passed in the hospice bed right by where I sleep now... I'm leaving in 3 weeks, I just remember their cold yellow sick faces finally getting peace, i know they are not ghosts, this is just memorys
but yeah these are Auditory hallucinations caused by stress and grief, your memories are replaying, Like I posted how mine is, mine is from everything making it worse, I'm unable to keep my home since my aunt passed, so I'm moving out of the house to one with my brother, and hoping that my Auditory hallucinations stop, I NOW IT IS NOT GHOSTS, Because my mom and aunt were looking forward to seeing family.... they wouldn't stay here as ghosts, Do I feel them in the house? only as memories, not as them here, there is no one here, my mom and aunt are not here, they are just memories, and Audio Memories
Load More Replies...20 years ago i was home alone one day,husband at work, the front door opened,as did the interior door and then footsteps up the stairs…..when i got up to look …no one there………still get the chills to this day…
I had a dog who every morning would run up onto the small deck outside my door with a very distinctive clatter-thump noise. Then he'd wait on the doormat until I opened the door and gave him a treat. He was my furry little alarm clock. After he died and was buried in the garden, for weeks afterwards I would keep hearing that clatter-thump, or the whang-whang of the doggy door as he busted through it. Eventually it stopped and I've never heard it again. And now I'm crying.
I think I posted this story before, but when I was in high school, my sister and I were in the kitchen together. I was planning to make a cake so I got three eggs out of the fridge and placed them on the counter. I turned away from the eggs to talk to my sister. We both heard the distinct sound of the eggs rolling off the counter and splatting on the floor. We whipped our heads around at the same time, but the eggs were just sitting there, back on the counter. Only supernatural thing I've ever experienced. So minor, but so odd.
A similar thing happened to me at work once. I work for a distributor of industrial equipment. At that time the broom handles were shored next to the office. One day I was in the office on my own when I heard an almighty crash and distinctly heard the broom handles rolling around kn the floor. I went out to investigate but not a thing was out of place. Another time I distinctly heard something falling off a shelf and hitting the floor, and again, when I went to investigate there was nothing out of place or on the floor.
Yo, I've experienced this before! It was around five years ago. It was like one in the morning. And there was a big storm outside. A BIG one. Thunder, lightning, crazy winds, the works. Like, it was so bad that the power went out. Whenever I was scared, I would go into my sister's bed. So my sister and I got all of our dolls off the shelf and put them in her bed because we were scared of the storm. And I put my Mrs. Potato on the very edge of the bed. Now, this Mrs. Potato was very old and had a big crack on her side. Remember this. Eventually, we fell asleep. But sometime later, I woke up to this loud shattering sound coming from the edge of the bed. I could've SWORN my Mrs. Potato had fallen of the bed and broke into a million pieces. But when I looked, Mrs. Potato was still on the bed. In one piece. I looked around the room, but everything was normal. My sister looked at me like I was crazy, but I SWEAR I heard a shattering sound!
I work security. A lot of times controlling gate access, a lot of times at night.
Now, for those of you not in the know, generally if you're doing gate access you're in a small concrete shack, with windows everywhere so you can see what's going on around you.
One night I'm at a warehouse out in the boonies. All the warehouse workers were gone for the night. I'm the only person around for miles. I'm kicking back, chilling and just watching movies.
I glance up, and in the reflection on the glass, I see someone walking by behind my shack.
I spin around and look outside. I don't see anyone. Look out of all of the windows. Get up and go outside and look around. Pull up footage; nothing and no one anywhere.
Talked to other guards who had worked night shift at that site. Everyone had experienced it at one point or another.
I kept working that site for 2 years, doing a lot of night shifts. That phantom would show up in reflections every now and then at night.
It led to our unofficial night shift motto: *If you see something strange; no you didn't.*.
I know someone who often sees a guy sitting on a bench outside their house, but that person never shows up on the camera footage and vanishes when they go outside. It's really weird.
I see a tall older man in a hat all the time, wearing a long coat. it is 100% weird. I decided to just name him Charlie.
Load More Replies...This reminds me of a time several years ago when I was going through the guard shack at work. They usually had a radio playing back then, and the next song to start up was "Time of the Season". Recognizing the '60s band that played it, I commented, "Zombies", and the guard ( possibly not knowing the group name ) whipped around to look over her shoulder, as if she was expecting actual zombies to be creeping up on her.
Many years ago me and my mum and dad were quietly watching TV in the lounge when an almighty crashing sound came from the kitchen.
Dashing out there, we fully expected to be running up the road after the yob who'd bricked our kitchen window.
But the window was intact and no heavy pan had slid off the cooker or fallen off shelves or hooks.
Everything looked exactly as it should.
Until, that is, we opened one particular cupboard containing various piles of plates, etc.
In one stack several plates, all positioned quite randomly in the pile, were found to be smashed to pieces as surely as if hit with a hammer whilst the rest of the plates were completely undamaged.
Mum sobbed quietly to herself as she explained that the broken plates had all been brought back from her mum's home - my nan's - following her death some years previous.
The incident had happened on nan's birrhday.
The worst part is the feeling of losing something that was your mom's and feeling that she doesn't want you to have something meaningful like that 😪
Plot twist: Nan died from the lead in the paint on the plates and was saving her family from it.
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Years ago, my wife and I were staying at a hotel on the coast with a beachfront view. Very late into the night, maybe sometime between 2 and 4 am, we were both on the porch looking out at the ocean. Something strange started to move along the beach. It was hard to see at first, because it was vague and transparent, but after a minute or two it became the unmistakable image of two people dancing together.
Except, the image would disperse like a cloud of blue, luminous, swirling vapor suspended in the air, and then coalesce again into the dancing human forms. It did this multiple times as it traveled across the beach, we both saw it and remarked on it while it was happening. It was a clear night and we were both stone-cold sober. We stared in awe at this *thing* for a solid five minutes or so, before it eventually dispersed without reappearing.
To this day we have no idea if it was purely an optical illusion, actual people paired with some atmospheric effect, or something beyond either of those explanations.
I was really sick and had a team of doctors to resolve a serious health issue. It was awful hearing worst case scenarios to the point my parents didn’t go with me because they spent most of the time getting consoled by me.
One day after being offered a hospital Chaplin counseling, which I declined… I felt the warmest feeling come over my entire body. Not hot or uncomfortable, it was comforting like a warm blanket and a voice in my head saying I would be okay. I urge to cry was so great that I had to hold my chest and close my eyes. I’m was the most comforting peaceful thing ever.
I ended up with the least ‘bad’ diagnosis and recovered after a couple years.
When I was 7 months pregnant with my boy I went to hospital for a severe preeclampsy. They did a C-section a week after because it went really bad. My son was born premature and at no time I feared for him. I knew for sure that he would be fine, and so was he. Less than 2 kg, but no oxygen needed, nothing. Healthy baby.
My son was 14 in the children's hospital - drs kept trying to prepare me for his death - I just KNEW he wasn't going to die, it wasn't wishful thinking and it wasn't me being in denial- I just KNEW he would be fine. 14 yrs later he's 6ft 2 250 pounds and perfectly fine.
Load More Replies...Then there are those cases where people hear or sense things that defy logic, like phantom footsteps or strange voices. Just like one netizen heard their late dad’s familiar footsteps, even though they were home alone. It was the same sound they had heard daily when he was alive. If that’s not enough to make you believe in the afterlife, I don’t know what is.
Paranormal researchers often attribute this to residual energy left behind in certain locations—an idea that’s been popularized by ghost-hunting shows and documentaries. Whatever it may be, it doesn’t make it any less freaky.
I was raised in Texas, not far from Louisiana. Playing with my younger sister and cousin in my grandmother's driveway, I was around eleven years old. The driveway, which could accommodate two cars, was crossed by a "bird" (or something similar) and its shadow stretched several feet on either side in addition to the driveway's whole width. My grandma started yelling at me to go get the babies. Each of us grabbed a kid and hurried inside. I asked her what was wrong because she was shaking and looking pale. She claimed not to know and never having seen anything. My grandma is a very practical and undramatic person. I still don't know what was flying over her driveway. I give it some thought once.
There are some birds that are big enough to pick up babies. Saw some show on tv years ago. Don't remember the kinds of birds.
Harpy Eagles, as big as a small man
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Everyone was having dinner on New Years, next door neighbours included, and we were talking about lost love ones, when suddenly there was loud stomping running up the stairs. We all stopped and stared and the toddlers started crying, and my mum made me and my uncle go up to check it out. I didnt see anything but I got goosebumps and a horrible sense of dread. None of us can explain it.
Oh actually, the strangest one. I used to live next door to 2 parents and their son, similar age to me. We got on well and I was round a lot until I moved away, and we kinda lost contact. Anyway, a few years later, like 10 years later, i had a dream that i was sat in their living room, just me, the son, and the dad. we were sat there just having a nice chat, and it was a really comfortable and friendly atmosphere, such a chill vibe. Nothing even happened, we were just catching up and enjoying the moment. When i woke up i felt really emotional and i went to go on facebook with the intention of messaging the son for a catch up, when the first thing i saw was his facebook status saying that his dad passed away that night. I cant explain it, that was the only dream I ever had about that family, and it happened the same night the dad died. To me thats crazy.
I've had a few weird dreams over the years and I usually always dream in colour. The ones that have most affected me were in black and white. One was a couple of men dressed in overcoats and trilby hats that told me to tell my best friend that everything would be okay. Was like a scene from the 1920's, including fog like mist surrounding them. 20 years later and it's still fresh in my mind.
The 2nd was a dream (again in black and white) was when I was sitting in a rundown barn with my mom who passed away in '98. We were just chatting and a woman showed up, put a noose around my neck and strung me up over one of the beams. I woke up and felt electric static throughout my whole body. That feeling lasted for hours. I honestly thought I had been electrocuted. The 3rd: I had fallen asleep on the couch and had a dream about a demon that had wanted to to join them. I had to fight to say aloud NO! I'm not doing that and to go away. Now I'm not religious in any shape or form, but these 2 still makes me think now what if I hadn't woken up from the 2nd or if I had answered differently to the demon what could have happened....
Load More Replies...I love dreaming of my passed away friends, family etc...Younger, I was scared, now I'm happy about that, it's like they are visiting me and we are having a good time together
I sometimes dream about loved ones who have passed away, aunts, uncles, my nan, my dad. I was always really close to my grandad but I've never dreamt about him.
Load More Replies...My favorite aunt died a few years ago. My uncle was left widowed. I spoke to him often, but realized I hadn't in a while so I called him. First he asks me how I'm doing like normal. When I assure him I'm fine, he tells me he's been in and out of the hospital in the past few weeks and he's got pneumonia and they've just told him he has cancer. I asked him if it was treatable and he says yes and is in good spirits. I ask if I can come see him and he said yes, as long as I hadn't been sick. I tell him we'll come see him. I texted him the next day telling him we were coming the day after that. He said great. That night I dreamt of my aunt. She was sitting on the end of my bed. She asked me about my life. How things were going. Told me how much she loved me. I begged her not to leave. I was bawling in my dream. The next day I find out my uncle had taken a turn for the worse and passed away the night before. I 100% believe my aunt was coming to meet him, but stopped to visit
Soon after my dad passed I had a dream that I walked into his hospital & his was sitting on his bed. I said "your dead" & he said "no, I'm all better now". It made his passing much easier. I also had many dreams about him & my brother. It was very specific that I could either save my dad or my brother. Don't know what that meant.
Maybe not as crazy as other stories but this just happened…. Wife is pregnant and we hadn’t told anyone the name of the baby. We had just decided on the name which wasn’t that common. We hadn’t told anyone.
We had a babysitter over for a date night (we have a three year old, let’s call him Tommy) and the babysitter was just making small talk and correctly guessed our unborn baby’s name somehow. She said something like “when baby Abby comes she will love to play with Tommy!” There was no way she could have known the baby’s name would be Abby. I got goosebumps! I asked her how and she said she just knows stuff sometimes. Psychic babysitter, wild.
OP talked about it in front of the 3 year old without considering that the child would retain that information. Anyone who's interacted with a toddler knows you can say something one time, and it becomes the new favorite word or phrase. No mystery here.
And they can talk about it for the first time even weeks after they heard it.
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When I was a kid I would spend my weekends with my Dad and my weekdays with my Mom.
One time, I think I was like 11 or 12 I had a dream (while staying at my Dads) that my Moms house got broken into and robbed.
In my dream I vividly remember black trashbags being on the windows where they broke in.
When my Dad dropped me back off at my Moms : there was black trashbags on the windows.
(Mom locked herself out and had to break in, it wasn’t a robber but the black trashbags that I just dreamt of left me with the eeriest feeling.).
I feel like replacing a window would be more expensive than calling a locksmith??
Almost definitely, depending on size. One of the bigger glass windows in our house shattered, no cause we could find, and it cost, iirc, around 1200$ Aud
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My family took a brief road trip when I was seven years old to see my grandma, who was in hospice care. My sister and I noticed our grandmother seated in the rocking chair in our room when we returned home late at night. The rocker that her husband had once owned. Grandma passed away, and our mother informed us when she entered the room that we would be making the trek back the next morning.
Although my sister and I didn't talk about it for years, we are positive that grandma came by to say goodbye.
Our son was 4 when his great-grandmother passed away. On the morning we got the call that she had passed the night before, our son told us about how he had seen Grandma Rosie last night and she told him that doctor's gave her medicine to fix her and she wasn't hurting anymore but he wouldn't get to see her for a while. It kind of freaked my husband and I out at first and then we thought it was sweet that she said goodbye to him and explained her death in a way that would make him feel ok because she felt better and that he would understand.
One summer, my friend and I decided to go camping in a remote area of the forest. On the second night, we both woke up to the sound of footsteps around our tent. We figured it was an animal, but the steps were too heavy and deliberate. Suddenly, there was a loud knock on a tree nearby, like someone hitting it with a stick. We called out, but there was no response. After a few tense minutes, the noises stopped. The next morning, we found human footprints circling our campsite, but they led to nowhere. We never figured out who or what was out there, and it still gives me the creeps to this day.
Can't figure out for myself whether it was a good idea to call out or not. On one hand, don't attract any attention to yourself. On the other hand, calling out will let whoever is out there know there is someone in the area & that could make them leave... 🤔
These days, it’s easier than ever to share these spooky experiences online. Reddit communities like r/Paranormal are filled with people talking about their own chilling stories. While many readers love the thrill these types of stories give them, others find it comforting to know they’re not alone in their experiences. After all, it’s one thing to be spooked by a movie, but when you hear that someone else has gone through something similar, it just hits differently.
When I was little, I had this paratrooper action figure. One night, I heard rumblings sounds on my desk. It was dark but I could see the figure standing up turning its head quickly as if it saw me.
I freaked out and hid under my covers. Next day, I couldn’t find the action figure anywhere. I even got my parents to help look for it. It was gone for good.
People never believe me calling it “Toy Story” or something but this s**t traumatized me.
Funny how a lot of supernatural experiences take place around bedtime or during sleep.
Sleep paralysis hallucinations maybe? I know mine are intense!
Load More Replies...That's intense, had similar... But being called "toy story" is hilarious to me!
Not chills scary or unexplained, but something I always think about as being so improbable. I called out of work went to the beach on my birthday. My eye caught something shiny out on the water. I watched as it was practically driven to me. A partially inflated mylar balloon washed up pretty much right to my feet. I had to maybe walk 10 feet. It said "Happy Birthday". It was pretty crazy. My grandmother had died just two months earlier. It was a pretty crazy coincidence.
Maybe the grandmother was the person from beyond who brought them the birthday balloon...
Load More Replies...I stopped believing in coincidences after my mother recently passed. Too many things have happened since.
I don’t think so. OP is saying a balloon floated right to her on her birthday and it had happy birthday written on it. OP thinks it could have been her grandmothers spirit giving it to her. That’s how I understand it anyway.
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One evening, my wife and I had just gotten home and she opened the freezer to get some ice. In the freezer, there was a whole chicken, completely frozen, which I bought the day before. The chicken had several bites taken out of it and several sets of teeth marks on it.
Squatters eating frozen chicken with their teeth? As unlikely as any other theory.
My mom and I have a weird like “psychic” connection at times. Two time really weirded me out
The first time, I’d gone to an acquaintance’s grad party and wasn’t having a great time. I sent my mom a text asking her to come pick me up and got a reply almost immediately. She told me in the car that she had been working in the garden outside for a long a*s time when she suddenly felt the need to go inside and check her phone, which was right when I sent her the text
Second time freaks me out way more. I had just gotten into a car accident (my fault, I was the only one hurt and it was minor whiplash.) I called her in a daze to come help. She had apparently gotten a horrible feeling that I, specifically and not my sister, had gotten hurt and was grabbing her keys and going into the garage to come find me at the same moment I called her
These don’t happen often, but when they do, it makes me question some s**t.
These just go to site that humans have an innate need to ascribe meaning to everything
My brother and I had this connection. Unfortunately, he passed away last October but he still uses the connection in my dreams. He will carry on like Patrick Swayze in Ghost to get me to pay attention the things he thinks I need to "hear/know" and get louder and more insistent in each dream until I do. It is literally quite exhausting.
Saw someone peek in my room one night while I was playing video games at night as a kid. Had my headphones in and the lights were off but I did indeed see someone peek in out of my periphery. Figured it was my mom checking on me after getting home as she always did, was concentrating, didn't pay it too much mind. Might've called out "love you, goodnight!" but don't remember tbh. Went downstairs about ten mins later for water and nobody was home.
This is just half-remembered, and all of the lights were off. So… a reflection from the game, something outside, general paranoia… You’ll be fine.
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I was staying with my grandmother for a couple days just visiting. Me and my fiancé were sleeping in her guest room. We kept having weird scary dreams and feeling really uneasy. At night I would have these dreams/visions of an evil man and woman kind of lurking in the shadows.
One night I was asleep and all of a sudden I could feel a hand over my mouth and nose suffocating me. In my sleepy state I thought it was my partner being weird (he does weird things in his sleep (but suffocating is not one of them)lol) so I pinched the s**t out of him. He yelped from pain which both made us fully wake up. He asked me why I pinched him so hard and I said “because you were trying to suffocate me!?” He said “no I was not”. We didn’t sleep very well for the rest of the night.
To this day we fully believe some sort of spirit had placed its hand over my mouth and nose and restricted my air. We haven’t slept in her house since.
Did grandma have a carbon monoxyde detector? Looks like the kind of dream an oxygen-deprived brain could make.
Yeah, I've heard of CO poisoning causing people to do all sorts of crazy stuff, you're probably right.
Load More Replies...One summer my family went for a ride & ended up at my mom's cousin's in the next state. It was late so she invited us to stay over night. I had such horrible dreams about demons & evil, i couldn't get out of the house fast enough. On the ride home found out all 4 of us horrible dreams of evil the night before. Never stayed there again.
Seeing my phone fly across the room, my brother and I were in his bedroom sitting across from each other and talking. My phone was on his computer desk which was in between us. It just.. SHOT off the desk and slid away on the floor. We looked at each other speechless….. was so freaking weird. He actually went on to have multiple (and imo worse) s**t happen in that room. It’s a whole story haha. Happy ending though.
If it was plugged into charge, was there a cat playing with the cable out of sight somewhere?
Man it's a long story and every time I try to tell it quickly and explain exactly **why** it's so weird, it ends up being a long story.
So long story **short**... I once looked at my phone, put it in my pocket, walked out a door and across 10ft of empty pavement to a car, and lost my phone. Looked everywhere, nope, it's gone. Two cars and 1 town later, as I'm nearing the end of my drive, it falls from above the passenger seat headrest into the seat.
Either you stepped into some alternate dimension or someone went back in time & changed the timeline 😁
I posted about this before but i’m positive my dead mother visited me in a dream when I was 10.
It happened the night after her funeral. Now, i’m in this dark room in the dream. I’m wandering around and stuff just checking things out when all of a sudden my mom and a bunch of other deceased relatives appeared in front of me. My mom being in the middle of them all. My mother is saying her goodbyes and waving to me and my reaction was to try and reach out to her. Then i’m suddenly dragged away from her by something and a bright light shoots down to where my mom is standing and the dream ends there. I woke up crying and I was pretty torn about it.
I dreamt of my mother for months, and the first dream was very casual, we were chatting as usual, and I told her how much I missed her, and she convinced me that she had been sick but she just recovered and now she's coming back home. I believed it. Until I fully woke up. I lost her a second time and I hated my brain for not accepting her death. The next dreams were more normal and helped me a lot, I cherish those casual moments that could have been.
On my dad's last day, as I was holding his hand and talking to him knowing the end was near, I asked him to take care of my beloved cat until I got there to see both of them again. About six months after he passed, I got very sick and my dad came to me in a dream carrying my cat. We sat on a couch in a completely empty room and talked and talked while I held my cat on my lap and petted her. After we got caught up, I told him that the room we were in seemed sad to me and asked him to go somewhere else. He stood up and took my cat back and told me it was time for him to go but I couldn't go with him and he opened a door that hadn't been there and walked into a very bright light and I was begging him to take me with him and he turned around and shook his head and said not yet. Then I woke up crying my eyes out and made a full recovery far faster than expected.
A few days after my mom passed away, I had a dream of her sitting next to me on the bed, smiling and stroking my hair. It felt so good. I felt complete, content, and perfectly happy. I was trying to reach out & hug her, and she was saying, "No need, just stay as you are, this is nice!" But I really wanted to hug her, so I kept reaching. The dream ended quite abruptly, I woke up saying, "Mommy!" reaching forward with my arm, and of course, there was nobody there. I'll never forget that feeling of perfect happiness. Wish I'd listened to her & stopped reaching :/
I dreamed of my mother for weeks after she passed. Different situations, different surroundings, but she would always be screamingly enraged at me for something. Night after night. One night I dreamed I was standing in the upstairs hallway and Mom was, of course, howling at me. Then HER mother--my grandmother who I hadn't once dreamed of in my life--appeared on the hallway wall and told her daughter enough was enough and to stop. That's been four years and I haven't dreamed of either of them since.
Was she an angry person and/or you felt guilty about something?
Load More Replies...This one will seem pretty silly but i truly have no idea how it was possible. i was sitting in my Livingroom and heard something fall in my bathroom, went to look and a roll of toilet paper that was about 15ft away on my sink was now in my bathtub, my cat was on the sofa beside me. never been able to figure it out because the distance is much too far for it to have just fallen off and land in the tub, it makes no sense.
OP was in their living room, and the bathroom door was open 15 ft away
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When I was about 7 or 8 years old, I hated getting my haircut and my dad had told me he was going to do it the following day.
Fast forward to about 9 p.m. or so, I had gone to bed and was lying on my stomach. Mind you, I had a plastic Darth Vader mask that hung on a bed post at the head of my bed. I’m trying to sleep, and I pick my head up for whatever reason, looked at the back of the mask…….seeing the reflection of a blacked out male figure at the foot of my bed with long hair down to its shoulders, holding a pair of scissors opening and closing them.
A sense of fear consumed me, yet I had the courage to look back and it was gone, I ran out of my room and my mom said I was as white as a ghost and started crying, she sent me back to bed with a Bible and a cross pendent necklace 🤣.
Yup. Kylo Ren, cosplaying as Edward Scissorhands would have been my guess. 🤣🤣
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To this day, I still can't figure out if I was dreaming or not.
I lively remind being in bed and having an urge to go upstairs to the kitchen area where there is door to a small balcony.
Since I was scared to go directly to the balcony I went to the toilet which has a small window that points to the same direction of the balcony, and then I remember seinf more light than usual.
Curiosity got the best of me and I rushed to the balcony and saw four UAVs spinning VERY closely to the houses, just above. I mean, I could literally see the metal shapes and the door in the things.
Then they stopped, and without noise, in one to two seconds they were gone into the mountains, hovering for hours there (I was going into bed, then coming out again just to check).
Around 6 am, my mom was on the other balcony that has a more limited view of the mountains, they were still there, and we started to hear F-16 passing by. This detail is what makes me think this WAS NOT A DREAM, since that day everyone was talking about being waken up by the jets but not knowing why.
OP's English makes me think that they're not American, British, or Australian, so perhaps they live in a country where the gov't does such things in the open? Or maybe it was war-related?
Closest thing to a weird event actually happened with my friend's family. My friend and her four siblings were having dinner. Her Dad was out at their new property where he was building their new house (20 min drive away at least). All of a sudden, her Mom says, "Kids, we have to go. Your Dad needs us." Gets the kids in the car and drives out to the property. Turns out, he had cut himself badly with a chainsaw and was laying unmoving. He survived, but if his wife had not driven out there, he would certainly have bled to death.
I was sharing a room in prison with four other women. My bed was next to a window with a sill. I'd lie on the bed after lights out, doing math puzzles by book light. I'd have my calculator with me. When I was ready to go to sleep, I'd put everything on the window sill, ready to put away the next morning. One night, the calculator fell off the sill onto the floor. I wasn't going to wake everyone up moving my bed out to get it. So the next morning, when I did pull the bed out, the calculator wasn't there. I had several boxes and bags of stuff under the bed, which I went through. My roommates helped look. We never found a trace of that calculator.
I was staying in my grandmothers home. She had passed away in her room a year beforehand, I missed the funeral. At the time, I was struggling with every basic life skill and had only recently been able to come back to family for help. I was sleeping soundly when I half-woke to this strange *feeling* of someone running towards me from the across the room. I could almost feel the thumps of her steps as my grandmothers ghost literally slapped me in the face. I yelped from the sudden sharp pain across my face, sat up quite suddenly to find both family members (the ones that also slept in the living room) staring at me. Apparently, in my sleep, I had been arguing with grandmother out loud and woke them up. Ghost grandmother smacked me mid-argument and woke me up!
For some reason, I really enjoy this type of story. I don't generally believe in the supernatural - like sure, ghosts or parallel dimensions COULD exist but so could the spaghetti monster. And there just isn't much evidence for any of it, which you'd think there would be if they were real. Plus, there are so many proven ways for the human brain can glitch and those tend to explain the vast majority of this sort of thing. And of course, we're on the internet, every single one of these could be made up completely. But I like to read them and imagine for a bit that they are real. If this person is telling the truth, and they didn't imagine it, what would that mean? It's kind of exciting to think there might be some huge thing we haven't quantified yet, don't understand yet, that would allow us to communicate with dead loved ones or see how we might have turned out if things had gone differently, and so on. Just for a moment, before I go back to knowing that it's *probably* not real.
I got over that years ago. I used to be like Mulder, but I’ve come to realize things either have an explanation or the person is lying, embellishing, and/or misremembering.
Load More Replies...A swarm of my dad's bees appeared in the yew tree above his grave in the next village as we were shovelling the earth on top of him.
My husband and I adopted a little black cat who likely had it a little rough. She loved my husband and would lay in his arms. She liked me, and would lay by me. But she was absolutely not a super lovey snuggling guy, especially with me. My dad died May 2020. On my birthday in July 2020 I was woken up by Hela purring and kissing and snuggling and climbing all over me and just going super crazy lovey. I joked that my dad was visiting me for my birthday. I felt like it was less of a joke when she did it one more time in September 2020 on my dad's birthday. It never happened again. But it was really comforting.
I've always had a 6th sense about things and seen things others can't. My family always called me weird because I would sense things before anyone else. We had an alarm and a body heat sensor in our hallway that used to click if activated. It was back in the 90s. I used to hear it go off when there was no one in the hallway, you'd see fresh scuff marks in the carpet too afterwards. My family thought I was insane, until years later we were all in lounge and it started going off one afternoon. Everyone in the room went deathly silent and pale, I yelled out I told you it was true!
I was 14 when I woke up in the middle of the night on June 27 sometime in the AM. (I'm a heavy sleeper) I saw one of my best friends sitting at the edge of my bed and I smelled his familiar soap. The moon reflected in his eyes. He was real. A week later, a friend broke the news to me that he committed suicide. Guess what time he died? I wish I could've communicated with him instead of worrying if I was being insensitive by asking personal questions. But I know Kayden is dead, and there's no changing that. He always liked to play pranks and he was a night owl, so I do believe I see his actual ghost every once in a while. It's like he visits to tell me goodnight.
when i was 7 years old or so, my grandmother was in hospital, i dreamt that she died and they brought her in a coffin home and were trying to sheild me from seeing her because i was so young, i woke up intended to tell mom about the dream but didn't, same night me and mom were at nighbours, mom got a call and said she was heading home and i could still play with the kids, after few minutes i told the neighbour i needed to go home, she said no, i said yes grandma died and they don't want me to know but i know i've to be home they shouldn't hide it, neighbor stunned and didn't say a word, but guess what :) went home and again it came true
My aunt was in hospice and in a coma, it was friday i dreamt that i was in her house and for some reason i was in bathroom with doors locked, i could hear her running around and giggling and she came knocking on the door of the bathroom asking me to tell everyone around her not to feel sad, and that she's in a happy place with no more pain and that she couldn't be happier, so they had to be happy for her and not feel sad, i totally understood what she meant, then in the dream i left the bathroom and saw my deceased uncle (who was her best friend growing up), and he was rearranging the couches in her living room, i stopped him, hugged him and asked him if he's aware he was dead or not? and i wondered what was he doing here in her house? he explained that he was here busy to arrange for her funeral that's why he was rearranging the couches so people can have a place to sit, i asked him if he meant she'd die today, he said no she'd die after 2 days on sunday, and it happened :)
Closest thing to a weird event actually happened with my friend's family. My friend and her four siblings were having dinner. Her Dad was out at their new property where he was building their new house (20 min drive away at least). All of a sudden, her Mom says, "Kids, we have to go. Your Dad needs us." Gets the kids in the car and drives out to the property. Turns out, he had cut himself badly with a chainsaw and was laying unmoving. He survived, but if his wife had not driven out there, he would certainly have bled to death.
I was sharing a room in prison with four other women. My bed was next to a window with a sill. I'd lie on the bed after lights out, doing math puzzles by book light. I'd have my calculator with me. When I was ready to go to sleep, I'd put everything on the window sill, ready to put away the next morning. One night, the calculator fell off the sill onto the floor. I wasn't going to wake everyone up moving my bed out to get it. So the next morning, when I did pull the bed out, the calculator wasn't there. I had several boxes and bags of stuff under the bed, which I went through. My roommates helped look. We never found a trace of that calculator.
I was staying in my grandmothers home. She had passed away in her room a year beforehand, I missed the funeral. At the time, I was struggling with every basic life skill and had only recently been able to come back to family for help. I was sleeping soundly when I half-woke to this strange *feeling* of someone running towards me from the across the room. I could almost feel the thumps of her steps as my grandmothers ghost literally slapped me in the face. I yelped from the sudden sharp pain across my face, sat up quite suddenly to find both family members (the ones that also slept in the living room) staring at me. Apparently, in my sleep, I had been arguing with grandmother out loud and woke them up. Ghost grandmother smacked me mid-argument and woke me up!
For some reason, I really enjoy this type of story. I don't generally believe in the supernatural - like sure, ghosts or parallel dimensions COULD exist but so could the spaghetti monster. And there just isn't much evidence for any of it, which you'd think there would be if they were real. Plus, there are so many proven ways for the human brain can glitch and those tend to explain the vast majority of this sort of thing. And of course, we're on the internet, every single one of these could be made up completely. But I like to read them and imagine for a bit that they are real. If this person is telling the truth, and they didn't imagine it, what would that mean? It's kind of exciting to think there might be some huge thing we haven't quantified yet, don't understand yet, that would allow us to communicate with dead loved ones or see how we might have turned out if things had gone differently, and so on. Just for a moment, before I go back to knowing that it's *probably* not real.
I got over that years ago. I used to be like Mulder, but I’ve come to realize things either have an explanation or the person is lying, embellishing, and/or misremembering.
Load More Replies...A swarm of my dad's bees appeared in the yew tree above his grave in the next village as we were shovelling the earth on top of him.
My husband and I adopted a little black cat who likely had it a little rough. She loved my husband and would lay in his arms. She liked me, and would lay by me. But she was absolutely not a super lovey snuggling guy, especially with me. My dad died May 2020. On my birthday in July 2020 I was woken up by Hela purring and kissing and snuggling and climbing all over me and just going super crazy lovey. I joked that my dad was visiting me for my birthday. I felt like it was less of a joke when she did it one more time in September 2020 on my dad's birthday. It never happened again. But it was really comforting.
I've always had a 6th sense about things and seen things others can't. My family always called me weird because I would sense things before anyone else. We had an alarm and a body heat sensor in our hallway that used to click if activated. It was back in the 90s. I used to hear it go off when there was no one in the hallway, you'd see fresh scuff marks in the carpet too afterwards. My family thought I was insane, until years later we were all in lounge and it started going off one afternoon. Everyone in the room went deathly silent and pale, I yelled out I told you it was true!
I was 14 when I woke up in the middle of the night on June 27 sometime in the AM. (I'm a heavy sleeper) I saw one of my best friends sitting at the edge of my bed and I smelled his familiar soap. The moon reflected in his eyes. He was real. A week later, a friend broke the news to me that he committed suicide. Guess what time he died? I wish I could've communicated with him instead of worrying if I was being insensitive by asking personal questions. But I know Kayden is dead, and there's no changing that. He always liked to play pranks and he was a night owl, so I do believe I see his actual ghost every once in a while. It's like he visits to tell me goodnight.
when i was 7 years old or so, my grandmother was in hospital, i dreamt that she died and they brought her in a coffin home and were trying to sheild me from seeing her because i was so young, i woke up intended to tell mom about the dream but didn't, same night me and mom were at nighbours, mom got a call and said she was heading home and i could still play with the kids, after few minutes i told the neighbour i needed to go home, she said no, i said yes grandma died and they don't want me to know but i know i've to be home they shouldn't hide it, neighbor stunned and didn't say a word, but guess what :) went home and again it came true
My aunt was in hospice and in a coma, it was friday i dreamt that i was in her house and for some reason i was in bathroom with doors locked, i could hear her running around and giggling and she came knocking on the door of the bathroom asking me to tell everyone around her not to feel sad, and that she's in a happy place with no more pain and that she couldn't be happier, so they had to be happy for her and not feel sad, i totally understood what she meant, then in the dream i left the bathroom and saw my deceased uncle (who was her best friend growing up), and he was rearranging the couches in her living room, i stopped him, hugged him and asked him if he's aware he was dead or not? and i wondered what was he doing here in her house? he explained that he was here busy to arrange for her funeral that's why he was rearranging the couches so people can have a place to sit, i asked him if he meant she'd die today, he said no she'd die after 2 days on sunday, and it happened :)
