30 People Are Sharing Shockingly Terrifying Things They’ve Witnessed But No One Believed Them
True fans of horror rarely need to turn on the lights or cover their eyes while watching something terrifying on their screens. But it’s something else when eerie, uneasy, and downright spine-chilling situations happen in real life. Then, the first and most reasonable thing we want to do is look for comfort by telling someone about it.
But if you think living through a spooky experience is bad enough, it’s even worse when those you decide to share it with look at you with suspicious eyes. Reddit user chrome-hearttagz decided to find out how many such poor souls are out there. They asked people to open up about the scariest thing that ever happened to them yet no one believed.
Below, we collected a handful of answers from Redditors whose friends and family insisted they're either lying or just imagining things. Bored Panda was also interested to learn more about what kind of impact unpredictable situations or life-threatening incidents have on our lives and how to best react to them, so we reached out to trauma specialist and therapist Shari Botwin.
"Life is full of surprises and change can happen at any moment. Most of us like to be in control of our destiny and the future, but that is impossible. Accepting that unfortunate things can happen at any time reduces our anxiety and allows us to be more in the moment." Read on for the whole interview!
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When I was about 12 or 13 I woke up in the middle of the night and smelled my fathers cologne, thought it was a little odd since he lived about an hour away but was to tired to care. Went back to sleep, woke up the next morning and for some reason my mother didn’t wake me up for school. My father had passed away the night before. Never told anyone for years about that night, but around the age of 23 I told my mom she was glad to know that she wasn’t crazy, that same night she got startled awake, and the dog was staring at the door wagging his tail. Almost like he was saying good bye before fully leaving.
I find these “family members saying goodbye” stories much more than say, a story with levitating picture frames
My dad died in October of 2018. In November/December of the same year I was sitting in my livingroom. My kitchen is behind me and to the right, if I turn my head I can look into the kitchen. Anyway I am sitting on the couch and suddenly I can smell my dad's aftershave. The hair stood up on the back of my neck. I was scared to turn around for fear I would see him standing there and think I had lost my mind. The urge to look over my shoulder was to strong to ignore. I turned my head to the right and saw my oven on fire. (I am in my 50's btw) Thanks for looking out for me dad!
I was nine when my dad passed away. We were on vacation and no one told me until after vacation. Well one night on vacation I had a crazy dream they my dad had payed with me on the bed and was singing me a song then at the end said I have to go but know that I will always be with you. I hadn’t seen him since I was six and in foster care.
I was the last person my father ever spoke to. My mom called me in the middle of the night from his hospital bed. He told me he loved me then he died minutes later. I swear I felt his energy move through my room, I followed it with my eyes but there was nothing to be seen. I have no explanation.
A few days before my Grandmother passed, she was sleeping and mumbling a lot and she would smile from time to time kind of in her sleep. The day before she died, she asked me (with her eyes closed), “did you see that little boy?” I asked if she knew who it was and she said, “I don’t know, but I’m supposed to take care of him”. My son had died about 6 years before that - I often wonder if she was seeing him.
The kitchen clock on the wall stopped the exact moment my first dog died. After a few weeks we nudged it and it worked for another year so it wasn’t dead battery. My parents were at the vet with the dog and I was at school. It always made me incredibly sad that my doggo came to say goodbye and nobody was at home.
I had a little doggy thay died when I was a kid. Mourned her for weeks. Slowly forgot about her, until one day, many years later, she popped into my head and I started crying, I swear I felt her slam into me. Her name was Ginger and she was a sweet little girl. Took me years to get over her. And no, I'm not crying.. okay, I'm still crying about her.
Load More Replies...I had this same experience... Was sitting in the family room of my house alone one night. Suddenly got an overpowering scent of my Grandma's perfume. No way to explain it. She had passed about 5-6 months earlier. It gave me a sense that she was saying hello.
My grandfather (on my dad's side)used to live with us and he would always ask for some chocolate. Couple of months after he passed, I go by his old room and I caught a whiff of chocolate. I admit I freaked out a bit and tore down the hall in the opposite direction. My dad has had his blankets tucked around him when he's going to sleep, he just knows that its his dad.
Load More Replies...My dad passed away when I was 9, we used to live in that same house where he left. Those three years that follow, I could always see and feel he was around, specially angry if mom throw away any of his belongings. There's so much we don't know, maybe in a future can be explained
I want to believe this story, but I wonder why this person doesn't know exactly how old they were the night before their father died. Does it mean they forgot the exact day (or even year) when their father died, and therefore can't remember if they were 12 or 13 years old?
Mmmh.... They are obviously adult now. Can you tell me how old you were in ... say.... 2013? On the spot, without counting? My FIL, my only Grandmother and my first born daughter, all passed away in 2013. A memorable year for me. But still, for the life of me, I could not tell you how old I was back then. Not without counting.
Load More Replies...My Nana died when I was fifteen, ( Im now 50). I can remember her face, but not her smell or voice, yet when Im going through difficult times, I always dream of her, see the way she moves, her voice and her scent, and for a few days it's as clear as day in my head, all of it, then its abruptly gone again. I was approached in a supermarket, (of all places) just under a year ago by someone who apologized for encroaching on my privacy, she he was a psychic and she said my Nana, who died when I was in my teens, is my guardian angel, and watches over my mum, me, and my ex-husband's four kiddos, and thanked me for naming our daughter after her. Now sold on the afterlife.
It was the night before my stepmom died (lost her battle to cancer). I was 22, was spending the night in bed with my 9 year old half-brother, cuddling him and telling him his mom was gonna be okay, it wasn’t gonna hurt any more. It’s about 3am at the time, and after a while he immediately sits upright in bed, smiles, says “I promise to be a good boy, mommy. I love you.” Now my stepmom has been bedridden for the last month, so she’s not moving anywhere. But I swear on my life, and my little brother agrees with me, for a split second I saw her standing in the doorway wearing her big giant fur coat, just smiling at us and just looking relieved. Brother went to sleep about 2 minutes later. I left to go into my dad and stepmom’s room to check on her to see my dad awake and telling me she’d died about half an hour ago. I genuinely believe she “stopped by” on her way to the other side to check in on her two kids and make sure we’d be okay without her before she left.
Our much loved old family dog died just over a week ago. The night after we buried him I was lying in bed and heard his little "notice me!" whine. So I reached down the side of the bed and I could FEEL his little head and nose. And when I said "up you hop!", I actually felt the soft thump as he jumped up beside me. I know it was just a lucid dream (I have those a lot), but it felt good to think it was also my little buddy stopping by for one last pat.
Oh Katie, I'm very sorry you lost your friend. It's a terribly sad thing, and I've had a very similar experience to yours.
Load More Replies...i’m always amazed that no one believes stories like this. there are too many for them to not be real
Oneday eventually we will all be in the other side and who knows what's there? Nobody... nobody alive atleast...
Same thing happened to me when I was six but it was the night of my mothers wake in a completely different state than we lived. Haven’t been afraid of death nor dying since. Take risks! I still wear my seat belt but you feel me…
After my boyfriend died of cancer in 2005 he left me a message on my answering machine saying "I had a great life with you." My therapist kept saying, "Did it make you feel better to imagine that?" I kept telling her it was real but she didn't believe me.
Shari Botwin, LCSW and author of Thriving After Trauma: Stories of Living and Healing, explained to Bored Panda that when unfortunate things occur, trying to control what happens next will result in higher levels of anger, anxiety, and disconnection from the lives we are living in the present. "Focusing on the things we can control alleviates some of the fear. Change is a part of life. It is in acknowledging this fact that we can live a healthier, less stressful life from day to day," she said.
When asked how these unpredictable situations or accidents impact us, Botwin told us they leave us feeling flustered, hypervigilant, panic-stricken, and stressed. "From the moment something scary happens, our lives have changed forever. I have met clients who got in terrible car accidents and then avoided driving for weeks. I have met other clients who lost a family member or loved one suddenly. For months and sometimes years to follow, these clients have developed severe depression, panic disorder and have become addicted to a variety of substances," she revealed.
Every god damned time I'm having a hard time and cry my father knows. Even though we live in different cities. He'll call me and tell me he knew I was crying. That he could hear me. He never takes a wrong guess. When I move in another apartment, he can describe to me how my new place looks like before he sees it. Before I even talk about it.
There was a post on a Reddit account about adorable innocent things that people do for one another and one of them was about a father who had a dramatic child. This child would always post on social media about what they were going through both the good and bad. So the father would call and check in to cheer the child up if it were a bad day and would call to see how things were going if they knew something exciting were going on…. I wonder if this is your father.
I've heard my daughter even though there was no way of actually hearing her. It's been that way since she was born.
Me too. Too many times to recount but there's no doubt.
Load More Replies...This is perfectly possible. I could get messages to my mom by thinking of her. Once, when I was 35 or so I learned I needed surgery. My parents were camping around the perimeter of the US, and at that time there were no cell phones or other way to get in touch with them, so I imagined a missile carrying my message to her. Almost immediately a good friend 400 miles away to ask if everything was alright, and an hour later my mom called. Missile received, with a detour.
Our brains don't really know how our minds work and because there's no physical biology for the mind other than our nervous system and brain, there's nothing tangible for neuroscientists to research. They have to rely on what's physically there: electrical impulses that can be measured and chemicals within our DNA which can be seen. Yet the real 'thing' that gives rise to ideas, dreams, imagination and thoughts is elusive yet it exists. If we knew what our minds were truly capable of
Load More Replies...Hehe, that's beautiful. Mom was able to do that, after covid she got a stroke and half body paralysed, but sometimes when I'm really hurt, tired and confused she texts me the best she can with her movement "are u OK"?
When one of my mother's friends got her cancer diagnosis, that afternoon her daughter phoned her from Australia and asked her if everything was ok because she'd had a sudden and powerful sense something was wrong. They were *really* not the sort of people to make that kind of thing up. There's so much we don't know.
Scrying or Farseeing is common in families with Celtic or Irish ancestry. The celts practiced telepathy for centuries before being overwhelmed by iron-shielded Roman's. That's even the reason why Roman's wore steel helmets: it blocks magic.
I was playing outside by myself and a truck kept driving down the streets.I got uncomfortable and started to walk home,they followed,I stopped,they stopped,I ran,they drove faster.I started sprinting home and when I came near other people they turned around and drove away.When I arrived home I told my mom and dad.No body believed me.It’s been 5 years and I’m still shocked
I got followed home from school when I was about 14 by a very creepy, sweaty man who I'm in no doubt wanted to do me harm. I managed to run home (with him tearing after me) and I was so shaken and scared that I couldn't get my key in the door. I managed to get in the house and burst into tears. I told my Mum and she was furious! She went outside and confronted the creep. He told her he had parked his car down the road and that he was looking for a bank. Still gives me shudders to this day.
When I was younger I used to practice unlocking the door, getting inside and locking the door again as quickly as possible, not for predators as such but because I used to get in a lot of fights and wanted to know I wouldn't waste any time.
Load More Replies...It is appalling the amount of adults that brush off horrible and scary things that happen to minors.
Thank you! That was my first thought too. I don't understand how someone could not take that seriously. Even if you have a kid who's very imaginative or paranoid, Id rather be safe than sorry! I would never brush off something like this with my kids. It's disturbing how many people do.
Load More Replies...It's stupid to brush a kidnapping attempt off as a lie or as attention seeking. It doesn't take long to check if you can spot something suspicious in your street. Just because "kidnappings only happen on TV" doesn't mean that there isn't a kidnapper active in your safe and secure neighborhood where nothing ever happens.
Seriously! Those 'TV Shows' happen in ALL KINDS of neighborhoods. Why do people automatically discriminate that it would *never* happen in theirs??? && then you see them on tv like "I can't believe this happened to me!" ....WHAT
Load More Replies...I was driving home from a night out with friends and I was barely 17. I had a white sedan that was pretty generic . A blue van started following me so I took a couple turns and it followed me closely. I kept driving faster. I knew the area well and I found turns out of the blue. I finally got ahead and turned onto a street, turned my lights on and ducked. I saw the van drive by. I stayed there for about 20 minutes. I was so scared. I finally drove home and told my dad. He took off in the car with a shotgun but never found the van. A couple weeks later I saw a news story about a blue van rapist. I called the police and told my story. They never caught the rapist. I was lucky I got away.
When driving home from work, my mother began noticing that a car was following her, luckily she knew the city well and drove through a bad neighborhood. The car stopped following her.
Load More Replies...When I was about 10 or 11, back in 1971-1972, I was walking home from a friend’s house, when a man I didn’t know stopped his car, opened the passenger door and told me to get in, my parents needed me home right away! I knew better and told him I just came from home and my parents were just fine. Then I ran to the first house with a car in the driveway and knocked on the door. Told the woman what happened and she went right out the door and looked daggers at him in his car. He drove away and I never saw him again. Then she walked me home. I now do the same for anyone who needs it like I did then.
As a mother and a woman who has had things like this happen to me, thank you for doing that for others! Too many people don't want to get involved, and look the other way. Not too long ago our neighbor told us about a guy dragging a girl down the street trying to pull her into the car up the road from our house. He eventually got her in the car. I was furious because by the sounds of it, no one intervened. I honestly doubt anyone even called the police at the time. The police around here are not the best so a lot of the time people don't bother to call them or trust them. I'll admit Im one of those people with certain things but something like this?! Id call em up. To be honest though by the time they came they'd probably have been long gone. We live in the city. So it's not quite and the road it happened on is particularly busy plus it was in front of a convenience store!
Load More Replies...Because some parents just don't believe anything or truly GAF. It's sad,truly.
Load More Replies...When I was in 8th grade, (maybe 13 or 14?) I was walking down the street to my mom's place of employment (less than 1/8 of a mile) with a hand full of heavy books. This guy flew up beside me in a bean old truck flew open the door and said, "Jump in!" I blurted out "no thanks, I'll walk" because I was thinking" Man would that be awkward" and not thinking, "that's not safe. why is he offering me a ride?" Never told anyone and now I think back and shudder on what might have happened if I did actually accept a ride. I remember also thinking, He is so nice... do I know him and just don't remember?
30 year-old me climbed in a stranger's pick-up truck by mistake. I was at a bus stop, it was raining very hard, a little red truck pulled up in front me, the passenger door swung open. I rushed in thinking it was my co-worker who sometimes picked me up. He drove a truck just like that. Because of the rain, I couldn't see through the windshield. But hey, who else could it be? I got in, belted myself, looked up, and about had a heart attack. No clue who the guy was. I apologized (?!?), stupid, I know, but he says "no, no where are you going, I'll drop you off." At this point, I figured I'd take the ride and if he tried anything I'd beat him bloody. Turns out, he was just a nice guy who felt sorry for me standing in the deluge. Never tried anything or even asked my name. It could've ended-up in a totally different way, though.
Load More Replies...I was about 4 years old, visiting my great grandmother in NJ. She made a bed for me that sleep on in the living room. I fell asleep easily, but at some point I woke up and saw my great grandfather. He sat on the edge of my bed, smiled, patted my leg and got up. He put his jacket on and walked out the front door. He had been dead for longer than I had been alive and I had never met him. Adults the next morning all laughed at the silly kid with a big imagination. At grandmas request I described exactly what he was wearing: flannel shirt, suspenders, khaki pants... Generic description of any grandpa for the last 100 years. Everyone was still giggling at my cute story. But when I got up to show her how he snatched his jacket from the hook by the door and slung it on in one motion, I turned around smiling only to see her completely pale faced with tears running down her cheeks. Everyone got really quiet, and we never talked about it again. She knew I had seen him... No one else's opinion matters.
That one was actually sweet.They never met their great grandpa until years after he died, and great grandma got proof he was still hanging around the house waiting for her to join him.
There's so much more going around in this world, that science currently can't proof is real...!
The comfort you brought her by acknowledging he is still checking in on y'all had be immense
"The despair and anger and fear in the aftermath of something bad happening leaves many people feeling stuck and isolated." However, Botwin mentioned that sometimes she meets individuals who become empowered by the event that happened. For example, a few of them were diagnosed with life-threatening illnesses. "Rather than succumb to the fear and heartache, some of these clients choose to face other fears or live more in the moment. They flip the fear and turn it into action that results in them living fuller, happier lives."
I was 6 and remember playing in my room and my grandpa walks in and talks to me for a few minutes. After a bit he gets up and tells me to “be a good girl for mom”, kisses me on the forehead, and walks out. Mom comes in about 5 mins later hysterical and told me my grandpa had died overnight and we had to leave to go be with the family two states over where he lived.
My daughter saw her great granddad, whom she didn't know well, 20 min after he died. Nearly scared her to death. I don't think he meant to.
I was young when my pap died and I knew because I woke up to him sitting on my bed at 3:07am and he told me he had passed, loved me and had to go. I got up and told my dad, who thought my mom had called and he had somehow slept through it, that pap told me and then my mom called to say he had passed at 3:06am.
My grandpa came into my bedroom when I was home alone (I was 19). This would have been fine except this grandpa had been dead for 30+ years and I've only ever seen pictures of him.
My then five or six year-old niece heard the doorbell one day and opened the door, even though she was never supposed to. Her dad was in the shower and everyone else was out. It was a man she didn't know who told her he just wanted to meet her and say hello. He also asked her to say goodbye to her daddy. She turned to call her dad, then turned back to the door and the man was gone. Of course, dad scolded her for opening the door in the first place. He was shocked at the man's description since she described his father, whom she'd never met because he lived in another country. The following day, dad was informed his father had passed away a couple of days before.
Load More Replies...I wouldn't say creepy, more just sad. It seems wrong to label a relative saying goodbye to their loved ones creepy.
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I always put my keys in the exact same spot after I get home from work; no matter what, they always go in the dish in my living room. One day last August I had been home from work for a few hours and was cooking dinner when the thought of “where are your keys” for stuck in my head. I looked around the corner, sure I was going to see my keys in the dish, but there were no keys. I looked around the surrounding area and expanded my search to my purse, jacket, bedroom only to turn up empty. I drove home from work and let myself in with my keys, I was home alone and my roommates had been out of town for a few days at that point, so I knew I had them and I knew no one would have moved them. I flipped my house upside down, searching for about 4 hours before I half heartedly shook my heaviest winter coat hanging in the back of my closet... I found them zipped up in the inside pocket of that coat I hadn’t worn since mid-February at the latest.
Everyone always brushes off the story as I must have moved them and forgot about it, but that makes no sense to me. I have absolutely no clue how they got there and I really only have 4 possible explanations: paranormal activity, glitch in the matrix, I blacked out and moved them for whatever reason, or there was someone in my house and that was the only thing they did.
Oh wow. This is really bizarre and frustrating that you'll likely not get to the bottom of it... It's also frustrating when people brush it off when you know 100% you didn't move your keys.
Exactly, you feel like people think you're loopy!
Load More Replies...There is a theory that there are multiple universes. Some are vastly difference, such as the dinosaurs never went extinct. Some are so similar that only one or two things are different. We are able to shift without warning or knowledge between this simple, little changes, universes. It could be that in one universe you keep your keys in the dish but in another universe it is still cold out an so you were wearing your coat. In an instant you and other you switched places. That person would have gone looking for their keys in their coat pocket and found them in a dish. They can't understand how they got out of a zipped pocket and into the dish. Now when something like this happens to me I just chalk it up to switching universes at move on. Thing that makes it weird is that your family and friends are not, technically, the same people but you could not tell the difference even if you tried so it doesn't really matter.
Ah Wanda, tell me what you know about the multiverse...
Load More Replies...Lost my id, s.s. card, checkbook all in one go on the day I needed them to prove my identity to take a test. Searched everywhere, never found it. Felt like paranormal activity. 15 years later I donated a coat I wasn't too fond of. I found my missing wallet in the pockets. My grandmother had dementia at the time and was always rifling through my things and reorganizing. She had put my wallet in a winter coat during July.
One time while I was at my grandparents house about three months after my uncle died I was walking past his old bedroom door and it slammed closed. Now this door is warped so it's pretty hard to even close it into the frame so we never close it all the way but it slammed completely closed. There wasn't even a draft so there was no way from wind to have done it. When I went downstairs to tell everybody, no one believed me because when we went upstairs it was wide open. but it slammed so hard you could hear it.
Interesting. Because yeah, me too. although it happened nearly 30-years ago, it still bugs me to this day. It was an otherwise uneventful day, as I’d just returned from my job teaching. I drove home to my house, pulled into the driveway, grabbed my backpack, and got out of the car. About halfway between my car and my front door, I realized I didn’t have my keys. Assuming they were in the ignition, I went back to get them. Nope. I then checked my backpack, thinking that maybe I’d dropped them in a side pocket or something. Nothing. Puzzled, I proceeded to look on the floor of the car, under the seats, on the ground around and under the car, and of course my pockets. The keys were gone. They’d vanished. Trust me, I looked and looked and looked. I was completely perplexed. It made zero sense. Where the hell were they? Hey, I’d just driven home using those keys. I never found them, and 30-years later I still wonder. Time portal? Playful squirrel? Bird? I've never found out.
I once found my wallet at the bottom of my laundry bin and I hadn’t even gone into my room since I’d been home that day was so strange
There was one moment that will stick with me forever that I get mixed reactions to when I tell the story.
Let me start with adding some context: I was 20 at the time, and was helping my girlfriend move from Alabama to Los Angeles. Because she had all her belongings and her car, we decided to drive. At that time, she had a suspended license so I was the one who was forced to drive the whole way. Because I didn’t want to get any speeding tickets, I brought my radar detector from home to take with us on the drive.
Now it was the second day of our trip, and we had recently crossed into New Mexico. At the time it was already well past sunset, so most of my drive that day was spent on the I10 at night. Because I was the only driver, I made the decision to stop every couple of hours at rest stops to use the restroom, stretch, or eat.
I remember stopping that night really late at around 11 or 12 at a rest stop in Gage NM. From what I remember, the rest stop was really the only thing off the exit, and there was nothing as far as a town or homes in the area for miles. The only thing there was a small area with many identical concrete structures covering picnic tables. They were like concrete boxes, three sided, with window cut-outs and a light in the middle. As we were pulling in, the radar detector started going haywire, showing codes for multiple different bands including X, KA, and Laser, all at once.
I turned the radar detector off, not really thinking much of it at the time, and pulled into a picnic area near the back. From what i remembered, I was going to eat a snack or something to tide me over, and as i was grabbing the food from the middle row, i heard a low rumble/squeak, as it someone was rubbing their palm along the side of the car. As I was grabbing some items from a bag in my lap, my girlfriend at the time grabbed my arm with the most intense grip and fear and just started saying “we gotta go, we gotta go” with increasing panic.
I’ll never forget what I saw tbh. In her side mirror, there was a large, rough sillouette leaning against the car just past the back door. Even from a glance, I could tell that the figure had to be much taller than the SUV, as it looked a bit hunched over. Seeing this, I immediately started to panic, as I was not sure if this was a person, animal, or whatever. As I was fumbling for the keys in the cup holder, I glanced in my side mirror and say the same exact figure, motionless against the side of the car. A few seconds later I started the car and punched it out of there. Where our car was parked, there was nothing visible from the light coming from the picnic awning.
I’m not a huge believer in paranormal stuff, but this was an experience that I would 100% call my only real paranormal encounter. The size of whatever it was was definitely not human, and although it was somewhat human, the amount of hair it had on its head made it hard to tell what it actually looked like. A friend that I met later in college from New Mexico who had lived on a reservation once suggested that it could have been a wendigo, or some other native fork lore beast. I still don’t know at all what it was for sure, but I still occasionally have nightmares about that night.
I've stopped at that rest stop numerous times, and often been the only person there. Even during the day, it's pretty eerie. I also vaguely recall once, five or six years ago, feeling sufficiently creeped out to hustle out of there faster than I'd planned on. I can't remember exactly why, though.
Did you lean against someones car by any chance?
Load More Replies...Since New Mexico’s state animal is the black bear, I’d lean toward that rather than a wendigo.
I was thinking that too. Maybe it was hairless Hairless bears are stuff of nightmares. They only grow a little bit on their heads too.
Load More Replies...Or, a rogue homeless person who camps out at rest stops, and was unshaven/showered/and tall… 🤷🏽♀️
Living through circumstances that turn out to be a tad scarier than fiction does beg the question, how is it best to react to them? According to Botwin, when we find ourselves in frightening or life-threatening situations, it is most important that we try to stay calm. "The panic and urgency will set in immediately. You may feel your heart racing or an impending sense of doom and gloom."
"It is natural for us to go into flight or fight mode when we feel scared or in danger," she added. "Take a minute if it is appropriate and assess the situation you are facing. Ask yourselves, 'Is the fear I am experiencing in my mind and body matching the current situation, or am I also reacting to other events that left me feeling traumatized or stranded in the past?'"
Back in the 90s I was on the track team in high school. After school we would run 5+ miles down the dirt road just on the outskirts of town because it was near the school. Around that time there had been reports of a man in a white pickup that tried to kidnap a couple of girls walking home from school in our town. I wasn't feeling well one day and fell behind my team mates during one of our after school runs. I'm running alone along this quiet dirt road when a white pickup slows down next to me. The guy started up with some friendly chit chat about the weather and stuff. I was terrified but tried my best to appear calm and unsuspecting, all the while trying to plan my escape. He started asking me my name (I gave a fake one), age, where I lived, etc., and asked which way I was heading. I lied and told him I was going to head right at the turn up ahead and run a few more miles that way. The turn was actually the turn around point and then I would head back the way I came. He bid me a good day and drove on up ahead and turned right, where I told him I was heading. As soon as he disappeared around the corner, I turned around and ran faster than I ever had in my life. It was probably a good two miles back to the school. I kept looking behind me in case he came back that way in which case I would run into the woods and hide until he passed. Thankfully, he never did come back that way. I always wonder if he was waiting somewhere along that false route to approach me again. I made it back and told my team mates about it and they didn't believe me! They didn't exactly call me a liar, but I could tell they thought I was making it up, maybe because we had been talking earlier about hearing it in the local news. I caught a couple of them exchanging looks, and others barely responded at all. The more I tried to convince them, the more I sounded like I was clinging to a lie. I just dropped it and resigned to be thought a liar. Still pisses me off that nobody believed me. My coach didn't even seem to believe me, he just kind of shrugged it off. I should have told the police about it, but I was so ruffled about not being believed that I just let the whole thing go.
People! Believe your children! Believe children you’re in charge of! Believe children who come to you in a panic asking for your help! Not all children make up stories, and not all children are just seeking attention. Sometimes they have had real experiences they need your help with. Sometimes you’re their only chance to escape. Even if they misinterpreted something and panicked, at least hear them out. Maybe you can help them understand what is, and isn’t, a danger, and what to do when it is (like to find a cop or the police station, to run to the first place they see with people in it, to tell the first responsible-looking adult they see what’s happening, to run into a store and find the cashier or manager to help them, etc). Never ever dismiss any opportunity to help. You never know if you might save someone’s life if you do, and you’ll live the rest of your life with regrets and crushing guilt if you don’t.
Also, Gavin DeBecker ("The Gift of Fear" - definitely worth a read) recommends to trust your intuition and that children who have a stranger approach them or need help to go to the first adult female they can find, better yet, look for the "moms" to ask for help because statistically they are the safest/most likely to get involved and help.
Load More Replies...Surprising that in these posts people don't seem to believe what you've experienced. Who wouldn't believe anyone who has gone through a terrible experience unless your are a usual liar ?
Girls get disbelieved all the time. People will decide on no basis at all that they're "just being dramatic, you know what girls are like".
Load More Replies...It's a bit scary and sad that no one believed the OP. There's some good news though. A) unlike in the 90's there are cell phones and watches that allow people to call for help and/or provide their location. A lot of watches offer gps location and the ability to call 911 from the watch (you have to have the cell enabled watch to do this and service). And, B) this kind of "stranger danger" is pretty rare (an estimated 80 percent of crime is perpetrated by someone you know - wait... maybe that *isn't* good news... *sigh*) My kids have a password for if someone tells them that mom or dad said they needed to pick them up and they know what to do to deter the person/draw attention to the situation. Stay safe out there ya'll!
High school peer pressure can be extremely harsh. My heart breaks to hear that.
With the notepad and pen in her running shorts pocket? A terrified kid would only be thinking of getting away.
Load More Replies...Ostriches are not friendly. I used to run on this back road with my dogs and at the end of the road before I turned around to run back there was a pond. As I’d get closer I would see an Ostrich come into view with a little baby and they would watch us run by. One day I’m running and I feel something behind me. So I turn back and see this TRex looking Ostrich running after us, starting to close in on us. I had been running a lot at the time so I started hauling ass. My dogs thought this was a game but I had seen what Ostriches can do to people and I didn’t want any part of it. It’s about 50 yards behind me, gaining quickly and is massive and looks very angry. Just then a green truck comes sideways around a curve and pushes the Ostrich off of our tail. It was the local game warden and he pulled up laughing his ass off. I was very thankful as I thought it was my final run. Turns out they had been working on trapping them and getting them to an animal rescue but they had only caught the baby so far. He decided to come check on the trap at the right time and saw the protective Momma coming after the runner that she probably thought stole her baby. Game Wardens wear a lot of hats. This was in San Angelo, TX.
WTF WHY WERE THERE OSTRICHES IN A F*****G BIG ASS TEXAS CITY!!!!???!?!?!?
Ostrich farms with inadequate fencing. That's why there are wild boar on the prairies in Alberta and Saskatchewan.
Load More Replies...It took me a while and also a good portion of confusion to realize that OP was talking about ostrich and not oyster.
If ostriches scare you, do NOT ever find yourself in the company of a cassowary.
Lots of rogue ostriches here in Texas. Lots of ostrich farms too.
The ostriches chasing him would have been the father not the mom. Ostrich-females just lay thee eggs - daddy then goes and does the baby-sitting and protection. But that said - those are scary, scary birds!
about 10 years ago, I used to live in the suburbs in Arizona, one guy a few houses down had pet ostriches, my uncle came in saying he got chased by one, we didn't believe it, went out and there were ostrich feathers all over!, a few weeks later, we see them running around down the street, apparently, they used to get out of the guy's backyard all the time and just run around the streets, but it was so weird.....
Well ostriches did win a war in Australia so I'd say they are pretty tough
About a year ago I was up watching movies late at night when I got hungry and went downstairs for a snack. My room is across from my daughter’s room and her door was open. As I was coming back upstairs I start turning left towards my room when I hear, clear as ever, “daddy can you close the door?” I turn around, don’t say much and just close it. Once I’m back in my room, I lie down to watch tv when it hits me...my daughter isn’t there. She’s spending the night at my parent’s. I get up and go to her room and sure enough, it’s empty. I woke up my wife and she thinks I’m crazy. Says I was probably tired and maybe it was the tv. I remember the voice so clear and coming in the direction of her room. It’s very possible that it was just my head playing games but, it definitely made me question a few things.
Your username is so unique but made me think of YouTuber Tom Scott's VPN video... "if you're a gay pirate assassin..." :D
Load More Replies...Ey don't you worry, it has happened in broad daylight for me, it comes from habit, like the amount of time my mom calls me from upstairs to give her something for downstairs, and since I don't wanna get beaten I put my minecraft game on afk mode, run like sonic grab the thing she wants and swish swish go up and down and back and back i am on minecraft only to find out i got killed while i was AFK, Oh My Frekin GODD, oops went off topic, but yea i sometimes hear my moms voice even if she dosent call me! Lol
He could have asked his daughter if she thought that in her head. I'd like to know.
there's probably 3-4 strains if thought on encounters like these; mnemonic loop, auditory hallucination, spontaneous non-verbal communication or..... you dodged a bullet w something mimicking someone else's voice. couldn't even begin to say which without it either recurring or a lot more information.
The trauma specialist suggested that it is best to respond to your fear with words of reassurance and compassion. "Try and put the fear in perspective. Don't go through these feelings alone. Call a friend or talk to a family member. Process what you are feeling so you can sort through where the fear is coming from. Remind yourselves it is perfectly normal to feel afraid at times. It is an emotion that comes and goes, especially if you have experienced anything that left you feeling afraid," Botwin advised.
I grew up in a haunted house. My parents still live there to this day. Most traumatic experiences of my life. The one memory that tops the list is one I hate telling and rarely do. I would always wake up in the middle of the night and see s**t. From as young as I can remember until I moved out at 18. One night, I was about 6 maybe, woke up to see a man and woman, both dressed all in white, palest skin id ever seen, both standing at the foot of my bed looking out the window. The woman looked average height while the man reached the ceiling. I tried to convince myself it wasn't real, that I was dreaming until the man turned and look at me, his eyes were red. I turned sideways and covered my head, trying again to convince myself I was dreaming. After a few minutes I looked over the covers and the man was now standing at the side of my bed looking down at me. I remember nothing after. I talked to a specialist when I was older, thinking maybe I suffered from sleep paralysis due to these experiences but that was not the case. In every experience, I could move, and even ran out of my bedroom multiple times. Great times.
One night my husband and I were watching TV. All the lights were on and we're hear something bolt from behind the furniture to the behind woodstove in the corner. We didn't have any pets at the time, so we both got up to look. We get close to the woodstove and it took off again, this time knocking over a lamp. We are chasing this thing all over the living room until we both catch a glimpse of child sized legs in white tights and patten leather shoes crawling behind the chair. Scared us to death.
omg no! How could your parents be living there or let you be there seeing these things? I certainly wouldn't be visiting them.
Wonder what the parents thought about it since they still live there?
Why did these ghosts choose to wear all white? And why dis one decide to be the height of the ceiling with red eyes? And exactly what type of "professional" was this?
Feeling a bit the same. Before my husband and and I split (abusive marriage), there was an elderly woman who frequented our home whom the kiddos would often see and although she was seemingly gentle, still scary s**t!
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An out of body experience which I hope is never repeated. Almost cr*pped myself in fear. I was about 11 (maybe younger, hard to remember), and was sick at school, in the nurses station (called a sick room at my school). Laying on the camp bed, feeling just generally weird, looking out the very tall thin windows that are typical of Victorian schools in the UK. Then I felt this strange, I can only call it a juke to the side, but mentally and I saw myself outside the window, looking in, and at the same time I was looking out from the bed through the window at myself.. floating outside.
Apparently I yelled but I don't remember that part. Then the nurse called my mum to pick me up and I went home. I think I slept the rest of the day but I have no clear memories of that part.
Upon seeing their reflection in the window glass and misinterpreting it as themself floating outside instead, because they were feverish and hallucinating. At least, that’s the only viable explanation I can think of.
Load More Replies...I was 10, looking at myself in the mirror and thinking about the universe and how tiny humanity is and the individual by contrast. Suddenly I was over my own left shoulder looking at myself looking at myself. I snapped back into my body immediately with the panic. There wasn’t anything bad about it but it came as such a shock. I still can’t meditate properly for fear of doing it again.
This used to happen to my son when he would get a fever. Most of the time he would suffer from delirium and see things that were not there. I got used to it but I really freaked out the first time it happened.
Load More Replies...I had something similar happen to me when I was 8. I was sleeping in bed, and suddenly I woke up and I got this sensation that I was being pelted with rocks. The rocks were entering my head through little cracks on my skull. I also saw an image of me with a big fat white dress, and I thought my door was talking to me and I thought the pillow was rough and I saw my cousin smiling. I felt like I was stuck somewhere in an oversized world where I was a million times smaller than everything else. It wasn't a dream, I know it. I felt everything like it was real, and all I could do was lay there screaming. If anybody knows what this was, please tell me.
I know because it would happen to my son when he was young. It's called delirium and his was brought on by having a fever. It would cause a distorted sense of reality. Did it happen when you were sick?
Load More Replies...I had an out of body experience, June 17, 2021. At work I fell off a 10ft ladder. I was floating in between my machine and the one beside me. I was seeing myself fall. That was last thing I remembered seeing outside of my body. Next thing I know, my coworkers were trying to wake me from being unconscious. Was a weird experience, I'll never forget
Could also be Astral Projection. I don't know if it's real, but I won't discount it either.
this has only happened to me in a dream. I was dreaming I was another person, from another gender (an actress to be specific) and then I saw myself, the real me, looking through the bathroom's window, and I, as girl felt scared, like he was violating my privacy, but that he was me in real life, but in the dream I was convinced I was this actress. When I woke up it was the strangest feeling trying to adjust to the reality that I'm actually a guy and that that was just a dream.
I live in an extremely old house. It creaks, it groans, the house isn't completely level so sometimes unlatched doors swing open "on their own " but really because physics. If you sat in my house on a windy day you'd swear to God it was haunted because the window frames aren't great and the wind screams through the gaps and rattles the glass as though it were angered...
I've lived here for a couple of years now. I know every noise this house makes like the back of my hand. I hardly notice it these days. Which is why I found it odd that when I was brushing my teeth one night a few months ago, I clearly heard two men's voices on the other side of my bathroom door. Now, it's just me, the dogs, and my boyfriend here. My boyfriend was across the hall laying in bed, and the dogs were with him. The voices I heard were clear as day, two older gentlemen.
"Should we tell 'em?"
"No... (indistinct mumbling)..."
"They in there?"
And the second voice did not reply. I obviously yanked the bathroom door open and looked to see who was in my hallway. But there was no one there. I listened for a few minutes, thinking maybe I heard the TV or something. I don't hear anything. I call out and ask if my boyfriend said anything, he hollers back no from where he's at in the bedroom...
I go back to my nighttime routine, shut off the bathroom light, and now the hallway is dark. I'm gonna go to the bedroom. I bring my hand down from turning the light switch off, and my hand brushes up against a cold, rough-feeling hand. Like someone with a lot of calluses on their hand... I felt the thumb and palm distinctly. Like someone had reached out to grab my hand but my movement kinda pulled out of the grasp before they could actually grab my hand, if that makes sense.
The hand came from behind me, from in the bathroom. I obviously know there's no one in the bathroom - I just left the bathroom. And then I heard someone mumble, from behind me. Not words exactly, just kind of a voice, like someone grumbling under their breath. I jumped, turned the bathroom light back on, saw no one, left the light on, and hauled [butt to the bedroom to tell my boyfriend what just happened because I was extremely freaked out. We checked out the entire house for an intruder. Found no sign of any. Everything was locked up as usual. Its never happened again. I have no idea what it was.
It always starts like this! Oh, let me check out bored panda before I sleep. WTF!! This is why I don't read bored panda before I sleep. Now I got to sleep with the lamp light on!🤦🏻♀️
Load More Replies...Whoever or whatever it was, definitely knew you guys were there and didn't know about them
A lot of instances like this can be explained by carbon monoxide leak causing hallucinations which is almost more scary than a ghost
Yes I read this in a lot of cases people think they see ghosts they find out it's carbon monoxide leak. It's the first thing police tell you to check if they get a call like this. Another is Parkinson's or MS people that develop it later in life said they've experienced paranormal activity.
Load More Replies...So, who should i call to purge a 500+ years old house?
Load More Replies...Bored Ghosts with a warped sense of humour. You’d get bored too being ignored all the time.
I would have said, “Since your here anyway, do you mind cleaning the bathroom while I get some sleep?”
Them: should we tell em? Me: no need i know your here now!!
Load More Replies...if the house or you has no history if being active in an anomalous way and you have no history if being sensitive to psychic or paranormal activity you probably encountered either a walk-in, i.e. random, one-and-done anomaly or some sort of mnemonic loop, a specific moment in time, usually emotionally charged, which will repeat randomly in a specific place. usually referred to as "residual hauntings" on those daft shows. that sort of activity is upsetting but normally harmless.
Unfortunately, when we decide to share these feelings with others, they sometimes seem hesitant to believe our experience. Whether they completely dismiss it as fantasy or think we’re lying, it can cause even greater discomfort to a person. Botwin explained that these situations happen because people tend to avoid any feelings that call up fear.
"Often, people will think things like, 'There is no way that could have happened.' People do not want to think that evil or disasters exist. Many distances themselves from these stories because they cannot digest the facts without going into a heightened state of panic."
When I was 7 or 8 I just got done watching an episode of FBI's Most Wanted, then went out onto the front porch to blow some bubbles. As I was doing this, I saw a guy run out of the neighbor's house and hide behind some bushes with a gun. Then I realize I hear police sirens getting closer, before they suddenly stop before they get to my street. The guy looks over at me, makes the "shush" gesture, then runs across our lawn to the other neighbor's yard. To this day, and I swear to god this is true, I recognized his face as one of the guys on America's Most Wanted. Don't remember who, as far as I know the cops didn't find him, and no one in my family believes that it happened. I was frozen in fear/shock until he ran out of my sight, at which point I ran back inside and told my parents what I saw. I don't blame them for not believing me, but at the very least, I did see a wanted criminal run across our yard that day.
Who are these parents? It's the same with parents in haunted movies, no one ever believes the kids, if my daughter said a man was hiding in the bushes in the front yard, I'm going to believe her!
Whether it’s real or not, I would most certainly grab my Louisville Slugger and go check!
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I live alone and (at the time) had 2 cats. I have one of those galaxy projection lights. The kind that basically projects something onto your ceiling.
It has an IR or bluetooth connection because it uses a remote to change the colors and settings on it. It also has a speaker on it for some reason to let you know if the remote is connected.
One night I had it turned off and sitting on my chair next to my bed. I was in a dead sleep when I heard the voice toggling on and off, saying "bluetooth disconnected" That was the initial thing that scared me because all I could hear was this disembodied voice. I found the source quickly and realized I had thrown some clothes over it so the IR port was blocked.
I fell back to sleep and was awoken again, this time in the morning, by a MALE voice saying "Oh, Hello blaze!" It was coming from the direction of the light. Blaze is the name of my cat. I laid still for a moment, my heart pounding. I rolled over and found my cat sitting on the other side of my bed. He WAS in the room. that scared the s**t out of me even more. I leapt out of bed and ran over to the thing and ripped it out of the wall.
I haven't turned it on since. It's been sitting in a corner of my room with the plug detached. I'm afraid to plug it back in.
I would blame hypnogogic hallucinations because I have had them before. Mostly my mom's voice calling my name. But the fact that my cat was in fact in my room, sitting basically in front of the light TERRIFIED me. My cats don't have collars/bells so It's not like I would have passively heard him in my sleep coming into my room and then imagined the voice. Not only that, but he seemed freaked out too, like he had heard the voice as well. I have no idea if it was that or he was just reacting to me waking up.
I inspected the whole device, looking for cameras and microphones. I was going to take it apart but I was too scared of what I would find.
If you live in apartment building you can easily scan for new Bluetooth device on your phone and probably you will find several devices available in your neighbors apartments. Toys, smart watches, speakers etc. You do not need even to enter a code to pair some cheap Bluetooth devices, so probably there was some skilled neighbor messing up with Bluetooth.
Bluetooth is like a baby monitor for being overlooked security wise and a lot of devices are default or permanent on. Since it costs money to remove the technology, sometimes it's just not mentioned Always check.
One night when I was in HS a friend of mine slept over. I used to listen to music when I slept, in the morning I wake to my friend who is telling me she barely slept a wink because my music kept saying " Jills gonna kill you with a knife" I'm Jill, and I had no intention of killing her with an anything. She swears she heard it though, and it was not her imagination.
"I would blame hypnogogic hallucinations because I have had them before. Mostly my mom's voice calling my name. " It happened again but she doesn't believe it. lol
I was abducted into a house by my dads friend. Long story short my dads friend was homeless and my dad was letting him sleep on the couch. I never thought anything about it but I would go to my room with towel on but I’d usually pass by him on the couch, this would become a much bigger deal in the future. This guy kept going on about his daughters and how he wanted me to meet them, they where a couple years older (14-16) but being a young kid I figured I’d just meet new friends. He lived with us for a couple months, until one day while walking to school he calls me from across the street. I lived probably 1.5 km from my house but a straight shot and a pretty busy road. He ended up luring me into the house saying his daughters lived there and they wanted to meet me. He literally gave me a tour of this house, but I kept asking him questions like where they were and who was their mom. He eluded that they where showering in the basement, instantly I felt a bad vibe and just sat on the couch in the living room, refusing to go into the basement. I started panicking because I could see the time and knew I was late for school. At this point he brings up that he thinks I’m coming on to him because I walk past him in my towel, I was so thrown by It just said no and told him I had to go. He asked for a hug and rub my thigh in a sexual way, I literally ran out the door. I was raised very old school and was so scared to get into trouble I literally went back to school, when I went home I told my parents not realizing how big of a situation it was and they called the police. I came to find out that wasn’t even his daughters house, he literally broke into a house on my way to school to lure me into. Even though the police where involved and the guy literally left everything at parents and never came back years later my parents befriend his brother and eventually him again, and his brother kept denying that it ever happened and my parents started question it too. LMAO
LMAO NO, NOT LMAO that man is VERY dangerous if he's alive. This is the scariest story on this post.
Your parents befriended him again?? After that ordeal?!? WtAf?!!? That’s sick.
And then began to doubt their child's experience??!?? Sorry but WHAT THE ACTUAL F**K how could they be such assholes???
Load More Replies...My cousin (14 f) was feeding out dogs while my mom and I were in Mexico. Her awful husband was home but incapable of feeding the dogs I guess. While we were gone he came in to her and tried to make her give him a BJ. She told everyone and no one but myself and her brother believed her. In my opinion this sits very near the top on the list of horrible things our parents did to us when we were kids.
Maybe it's just me, but I feel like I'd MUCH rather turn away a good friend in need than let them stay in a house alone with my kids for any amount of time. I'm a firm believer in helping those in need, but my family's well-being and safety comes first. Generally, any story involving a daughter and her "dad's best friend" never ends well...
Put your parents in that group of awful excuses for egg and sperm donors that pick their current bed warmer over their kids, blame kids for abuse perpetrated by said bed warmers and don’t believe said kids when they disclose the abuse to said donors. Aka utter scum
I had a very similar situation happen when I was about 8yo. I lived in the projects. There was a house down a short dirt road next to our duplex/apartment. There lived a man who had a daughter. He mentioned one day that his daughter moved out and left her things and said we could come over and take her toys if we wanted. I went with my sister or friend (cant remember) and the man started to hug me from behind and touched my chest and butt. I got scared and told my sister/friend that we had to go. I rushed home and told my mom. She called the cops and they went to his house but I dont know what happened. I never went back there and dont remember seeing him again.
But at times, people will embellish their stories because they are afraid others will invalidate or disbelieve what happened to them, Botwin argued. "Once someone has gone through a traumatic or life-changing event, he/she is more likely to believe another person who is reporting going through a scary experience," she added.
When I was around the ages 4 and 5 I would constantly see weird things in my bedroom at night. There would often be shadows on the wall talking to each other. It happened so often that I just took them to be normal occurrences. I saw all sorts of weird things at night but the shadows were one of the things I saw most often.
One night in particular I was dreaming about being in a large landscape of rolling green hills. Dotting the hills were odd buffalo type creatures. Something seemed off about them. They seemed unnatural, evil, and slightly monstrous. I started to get scared and woke up. Laying in my bed, I turned over and saw a horned shadow figure on the wall directly above my door. I tried to ignore it and flipped back over. I could feel it watching me and kept flipping back hoping it would be gone but it was always there. It was staring and smiling. After a while I couldn't take it anymore so I started yelling for my mom. As soon as she came in it vanished.
I have no good way to explain the things that I saw as a child. There seemed to often times be a blurring between my dreaming state and awakened state so I may have just had a very active and odd imagination to the point where I was truly hallucinating on a regular basis. When I was about six years old I had had enough of the crap so I remember opening the front door of our house and screaming "Get out!" to everything that was bothering me. Thats when my nights began to become more normal and I eventually never had any more problems with them.
It's pretty normal to have vivid nightmares at that age. I can still remember some of mine, nearly 60 years later.
Night terrors even... maybe psychologically telling them to go was reassuring. Or maybe... 😱
Load More Replies...I vividly remember laying in bed at a young age and staring at the popcorn ceiling, and all the sudden the dots kinda changed into a sheep and the sheep started getting closer so I ran to my parents bedroom but when I went back to show them it was gone
i am now seeing farm animals in my ceiling.
Load More Replies...I have weird memories from this age too. One day I was playing alone in my room but felt like someone or something invisible was there with me. I even saw a mechanic toy suddenly running by itself, playing music (it was a kind of truck toy with plastic discs you could put on the top). It really made me uncomfortable and I ran to my mum who was ironing laundry in the bathroom, but couldn't really find the words to explain her what was happening to me. Around the same period my older brother had randomly told me about a weird idea he had, like "what if each one of our fingers was a tiny character with its own personality ?" and for months I was completely obsessed by this idea, feeling that there always was "someone else", possibly evil, around me or even inside me. Creepy childhood feelings.
I'm only here to point out that the image looks like distorted Battinson
Hopefully no one will judge me for this. But instead of assuming you were just seeing things ... It's often theorized that children are affected much more by the paranormal since they are vulnerable and sometimes more trusting. They usually take things at face value. I never believed in the paranormal and then I had an experience along with several others and I could not deny what happened. There is so much more in this world than I can even imagine. Life is so complex. I can't think we just cease to exist after we die. All I'm saying is to consider it.
My bathroom is weird. One time it illuminated from the out side as if someone put headlights up to the window. Empty lots behind me and next to me. No outside light source.
Same bathroom: I often find the bottom vanity drawer pulled completely out and on the floor. It would have to be lifted off the rollers
Same bathroom: cat was growling and freaking out and doing the stalk stance.
Not saying something weird isn't going on in general, but that first one could've been a police or military helicopter. Even from a distance, their searchlights are incredibly bright.
Common misconception. Cats only growl at poltergeists, they *hiss* at ghosts. /s
Load More Replies...Initially I read your last sentence as, " cat starts growling and freaking and does the STALK DANCE" and I think I like my version better!! Lol
I didn’t realize that’s not what it says until I read your comment lmao
Load More Replies...My cats can open a drawer and pull it out a bit and get the socks out.
*Gasp* the new horror movie! I have a few great names that I've come up with and I hope one of you pandas take it upon yourself to use the names to make a horror movie based off of this post ( or something else), the names: OCCUPIED (in bleeding text), Don't GO, Occupied by evil, The restroom of the underworld. Hope you use those. Comment what one you liked best.
I saw something crouched in the road driving around one night. It's eyes glowed when my headlights hit it so I assumed an animal of some sort, but when I got within about 15 feet of it, it stood up and looked like a girl standing there. I slammed on my brakes immediately, but suddenly the road was just empty. My friend in the car hadn't seen anything, but asked me a few minutes later if it looked like a girl. He'd apparently seen something similar with his sister a few weeks before in the exact same spot.
Scene of an accident in the last where she died—-or was pranking people by lying in the road and someone actually hit her—-and her spirit imprinted on the place and keeps repeating the scene.
Humans eyes don't glow in the dark the same way animal ones do though.
Load More Replies...If reading through these stories made you feel like you want to wrap yourself up in a warm blanket and never take another step through your front door, remember the wise phrase Forrest Gump told us, "Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get." And Botwin completely agrees with this line of thought.
"There are benefits to living an unpredictable life. If we always knew what was coming or could predict the future, we may not be able to appreciate the moment and live life to its fullest," she concluded.
So I don't know if this fits. But one night, as a kid, I had a dream that my friends and I would go find crayfmfish (no big deal). In that dream we found crayfish carried them in buckets. We did this often. But in the dream my cousin slipped on the rocks and hurt his arm. And I woke up. The next week we all went out and my cousin slipped on the rocks and broke his arm. It freaked me out for months.
I’ve had dreams about stuff like that. Maybe not prescient, but your mind knowing stuff you do a lot, as well as risks you’re not conscious of—-like slippery rocks that someone you usually go to that place with could slip on and, logically, break an arm. Our minds often make logical connections we’re not even conscious of.
For me I have a 30 sec dream months in advance of an event seemingly random yet when it happens I remember it happening
Load More Replies...These sorts of prophetic dreams, IMO, happen because of our minds breaking the illusion of time and actually seeing events that happen, later. Although as someone else mentioned, any time I have had this happen? The events are seemingly random...like family dinner eating Macaroni, but when you are there, in it, you know it's the same time.
My sister once had a dream where our neighbours moved away. A while later, they did. Then my sister dreamed that her friend’s mom got sacrificed. Still waiting for that to happen lol
I hate that there’s no way to know if your brain tells you that you’ve dreamed it before when you actually never did. Unless you keep a dream diary
Load More Replies...Had a dream that my best friend (at the time, this was about 15 years ago now) drowned in cold water, along with two people I didn't know. I had another dream about my friend and he was killed somehow (can't remember how). A week later, my best friend, his brother, and a friend of theirs went swimming in the Colorado River in the bottom of the Grand Canyon during the spring snow runoff. All three of them drowned. There are powerful undercurrents and the water is dangerously cold.
I grew up in a haunted house. Nobody believes most of the s**t that happened to me. The top out of everything was nobody believes I was yanked outta my bed by my ankles in the middle of the night.
My younger sister claimed that a ghost pulled her out of bed by her ankles in the middle of the night. Nobody believes her, but I do. I know she is telling the truth, because I did it.
In college I lived in a house with my abusive ex. One night he was yanked down the bed by his ankles. Scared the s**t out of both of us. We also had a house mate( they were subdivided houses) that ended up moving out of the house and into a van half way through the year due to” hauntings” I always felt weird in that hose and freaked out but nothing ever happened to me. We had a yard sale to sell her stuff so she had some money and didn’t have to have a place to save her stuff. Apparently an young couple lived in the “apartment” below ours and had asked if any weird stuff happened in our place. I told them yes and they described what happened tk them and the research they did about the place. Turns out the house was owned by a wealth women who had to split the house up durning the depression to make ends meet. She apparently still watched beyond the grave to make sure her tendencies were good ones. The real monster was my ex. The “ghost” just felt like they were protecting me.
There's an old story/song told in many versions of "Taking Mary Home" Mom claimed to have known the girl...
Yeah, I forgot, ghosts exist and can move objects. Like how does this s**t only happen to people thatvare alone. I've gone to every friends haunted house, nothing ever happens.
Does sleep paralysis make you end up on the floor?
Load More Replies...I was dozing on the couch at my parents place last year. Not comfortably because I was cold. Then a felt a wave of heat pass over me, which was pleasant enough until I felt these firm, pointed fingertips on my head, like something was standing behind me with its hands on my scalp. I was frightened but then grabbed them and threw them off me. A few minutes later my mum came in and said she heard a door open and had got the feeling she should check on me. Probably a dream but it was super super creepy.
If Mom heard a door open, someone was there. Might’ve been a younger sibling still living there trying to prank you. Might’ve been an intruder who thought you were alone until Mom started moving around. Who knows.
in cases like these I'd be more scared if it was an alive person than a spirit or something
Load More Replies...I had a cat that would get behind me on the sofa and kneed in my hair very gently. It didn't hurt it just sent pleasant tingles throughout me. I lost her to age many years ago. I wish she would visit again and do that, I miss her so.
That I was [sexually assaulted] 3 times in a 2 week period. Sounds made up but I wish that was true
😞. I hope you ardd we getting support and help and (real!!!) love now❤️
It was posted a year ago on Reddit. Wrong place to reply. They will not see it.
Load More Replies...Unfortunately we’re not often believed :( I ran away from home because of what happened to me, I hope one day you find someone who will listen to you and believe you
Yea. I remember telling my mother about my Uncle when I was about 8 and she didnt want to know. I found out years later (from another relative) that he did things like that and several family members were aware. Then he became a vegetable (stroke? Not sure) and died
Load More Replies...I remember when I was 7 my baby sitters son decided to show me some video games. He had a history of being violent to me buy he was being friendly so I decided to go with him to his room to play games. He ended up assaulting me and I haven't told my parents or anyone about it except my now bf because I didn't know what was happening or what was going on until later in my life. I'm good now but extremely cautious of men and seeing different routes if im ever in a room with one alone
Let me guess THOSE type of parents again. “Nooooo there is no way the creep I’m banging and have known for only a year would sexually assault my kid. Kid is lying for attention.” You know. The scumbags that pick their hump over their kids.
Most of us just don't say anything for fear of not being believed. You spoke up, you are so brave. I hope you are ok, and never stop speaking your truth.
Posted on Reddit a year ago. They won't see your reply.
Load More Replies...You are brave for telling this. I hope you've got help and the person who has done this to you will be punished. I was assaulted too when I was young, but I was too scared to tell someone.
I think my friends and I almost got struck by lightning or some electrical phenomenon in Petawawa Ontario when I was between 5-7. It was torrential raining, thundering and very humid outside. I was ready to go in but my friends, two sisters who were my age and younger who lived across the street from me, were stuck outside - I believe their teenage brother had locked them out as a joke. I was standing across their lawn, debating going in or sitting with them on their stoop as the youngest sister was crying out of fear because of the thunder. Suddenly, a huge ball of blueish-white light came down from out of nowhere and seemed to strike the lawn between us. I remember it looked like it was spiralling or spinning, like a super bouncer. It seemed to bounce off the ground and then it disappeared. The little sister SCREAMED bloody murder at and they both dropped their umbrellas and were holding each other. I ran inside my own house. I remember still seeing the light when I closed my eyes and it haunted me for quite a while after.
Lightning or power line experts, I’d love to hear your thoughts. The lawn didn’t look damaged and my mom thinks it was my imagination.
Ball lightning is extremely weird, yet fascinating. The way it behaves is bizarre. Sometimes it almost acts like it has an intelligence. Regular lightning is strange enough. My mother said that she once saw a bolt of lightning zip through an open window and across the room to exit out another (closed) window. It didn't make any noise and didn't do any damage. I once saw a tiny bolt of lightning strike the neighbour's lawn, flipping up a tiny piece of moss. No noise.
Load More Replies...Sounds like an older brother needed to have some sense knocked into him.
Had that happen to me around 3/4 years old and I still can see that light. Was on the front lawn and my dad told me to get my doll stroller, which was an actual stroller w the metal an carriage like from the 50s. I went to get it. Saw the blue/white light come down through a telephone pole and out to the road and zig zag across the road to jump the curb and come right at me. Next thing I know I was in the bushes in front of the house. If we didn't have those I'm sure my neck would have need broken from the shock and force. Still a small brown mark on a underside of a toe my mom calls my birthmark but I know where that lightning went. Up my foot an tossed me like nothing. The carriage was aluminum so it popped off after it got to where I was touching it. I know my dad saw it happen but he never admitted to making me do that in the storm. He's gone but I remember that light and feeling of my bone marrow popping.
My friend and her family had ball lightning come down their chimney into the living room of their UK terraced house during a very violent storm in the early 1980s. Their grandmother (who lived with them) quickly opened the front door and it floated out into their small front garden. Then it promptly exploded leaving a small crater. I saw the crater afterwards, at the time I was at the visiting fair. One of the rides broke down as the storm hit, and there were panicking kids stuck on it with lightning striking nearby. Fortunately no one was hurt.
It wasn't your imagination. A friend of mine and I were sitting on the porch watching a storm roll through. Suddenly, a lightening strike happened only yards from us. It temporarily blinded and deafened both of us - we had to feel for the door to find it to go inside, and it wasn't even dark. It was just so bright and so loud that we literally lost our senses for a few minutes. No scorch mark was ever found.
I had something like this happen when i was about 7 years old and no one around me remembers or believes me. thunderstorms scare me so much that i have panic attacks when they are around.
Way back on the day my Mom used to tell me about growing up in the country areas of Jamaica as a child and witnessing lighting balls that used strike the coconut trees...she said those coconut trees were on fire for days and was only put out when rain came again...she said the fire was so vast that no amount of water would it...that was in the in the early 50s I've never seen them but heard so many stories about these lighting balls...so dangerous and scary but yet so fascinating
When I was a young, from time to time I would see a man in a top hat in the basement of my childhood home. My mother never believed me and told me I was imagining things. Then accused me of being on drugs when I was a teenager when I mentioned that I saw him. I hadn't seen him until I was in Crete 15 years later. The question lingers in my mind to this day, who or what.
When I was young (~5 or 6?) and living in a gorgeous wee cottage in Scotland, I opened our back door one day to go play in the backyard, and I saw a man who was wearing a soldier's uniform and a top hat (like Abraham Lincoln top hat). I think he vanished when I blinked, I don't really remember.
The location she was in when she was younger wasn't haunted. She was.
Load More Replies...I saw a man similar in my house not that long ago. It was a black shadowy figure but he was wearing some type of top hat or fedora. I would see him in corners and behind doors just staring. When I told my friend, he said he saw the same thing a few months prior in his house. My dad and I saged our house and haven’t seen him since
Look up the hat man. It's been reported multiple times all over the world. More unexplained paranormal phenomenon, less fictional creepy pasta such as babadook or slender man.
Load More Replies...I was living alone in my flat and one night in bed I felt what I can only describe as someone a lot heavier than me lying down on my bed beside me,, it happened a couple of times in fact also a couple of times I felt sonething like tiny feet bouncing on my bed as I was in it. I like to think the tiny feet where my two grandchildren letting me know they were ok and happy in heaven but the heavy body ,, no clue.
Google "The Hat Man". I only saw him once during lucid dreaming. I dreamed I was lying in bed and looked up to see him standing next to my bed. Oddly rather than being afraid, I had this "come on, try me" feeling. I stood up on my bed and looked him in the face(?). He had no face or eyes, just a black silhouette, but I looked straight into where his eyes should have been. Then I woke up, and I was back under the covers and alone in my room.
F*****g hell I looked up hat man and it's exactly the descriptions on here.
I have many stories because I do cleansings for people and dabble in pagan practices. They all can be pretty wild, but the one most people have the hardest time understanding was witnessed by myself, mother, and sister. This occurred when I was 8, so 1998, small town in Alabama. My family had bought this house on the lake. A real haunted sh**fest, but hind sight, yah know? Literally the second day of moving in, we experienced something. Also, this took place well before any dive into the occult. My family was nondenominational Christian.
The house was 6 bedrooms, 4 baths, top and basement layout. We all had our rooms on the top floor. My room and my parents' room were the furthest down the hall. My sister was near the beginning, right across from the bathroom. So the hall wasn't super long, but my sister who had decided to put like 14 to 15 family portraits up on the walls. They varied in size and weight.
Now, our mom was in the living room, which is what the hall opened to. So, not far and certainly in sight of one another. Dad was gone, probably work or something. I was in my room putting up posters. Nothing out of the ordinary and it was mid-day.
When my sister finished putting the pictures up, she came to get me to show me. She was proud of her work. We were right outside my room talking when we suddenly felt super uneasy. The atmosphere had changed. I didn't understand it at the time, but it was just heavy and difficult to think straight and breathe. Needless to say, our conversation halted. Even my mom felt it and stopped unpacking things. She turned to look at us.
All of a sudden, we felt and heard this worship of wind go from my parents' room right in front of us, down the hall. All of those pictures levitated off the wall and floated midair, resting in a horizontal position, parallel to the ground. We screamed and ran to our mom. We were hysterical as you can imagine.
Mom said she was scared, but she had to be momma bear and protect her babies. She said firmly, "Stop! You are scaring my children!" She also told it to leave because it was not welcome here.
Now this part, I didn't see because my face was buried into my mom's side as I was crying. She said, the pictures all floated down and came to rest in their original spot. The ceiling seemed to just raise and become far away suddenly. My sister saw this too. I have no idea how else to explain it. They only ever described it this way. But, the house became normal and still again like nothing had ever happened.
My dad never believed it, despite all 3 of us experiencing that. Honestly, that was the most tame thing we experienced in the house. 7 years of hell we endured there.
The most tame thing? So, like, brushing their teeth every day, or doing laundry, were too wild for them to even begin to describe?
Felt weird? Hard to think and breathe? Hallucinations? Check for carbon monoxide.
« All of a sudden, we felt and heard this worship of wind… » Typo or is this ´cleansing’ talk?
I still want to know what a "worship of wind" is...
Load More Replies...I got stuck in a dream for what seemed like days. It was like an eternal now that I'd been in forever, but somehow I was completely aware I was dreaming. There were people I've never seen but i knew them well and they knew me. I tried to exclaim I was dreaming and it's not real, trying hard to wake up. It was all taking place in a house I'd never been in. So much I could write but I'll keep it short. It was horrifying and I felt a primal fear based on thinking I'd never see anyone I knew/loved when I was awake. It was like sleep paralysis, but no ghouls, dark figures, or gaunt faces, just raw fear. It's like my consciousness was picking up a different channel and I wanted to get back to mine desperately.
I have dreams like this a lot it so werid and I don't feel fear in the dream just sadness but I don't even know these people
If you lost movement its still sleep paralysis. While common you see more horrifying things the dreams can also be "normal" lucid dreams. Had ones like you described before where in the dream you know the ppl/person but also dont its werid. I come to just try n solve the mystery
so there’s this local legend that there’s a cult that practices deep in the woods in my area. one night, my friend & i decided to go on a hike in the woods at like 1am. he said he knew the area, i did not at all. unsurprisingly, he gets us lost. as we’re wandering around aimlessly, we hear what sounds like dozens of voices chanting all at once. immediately, first assumption is “we found the cult” because this is literally like 2 miles into the woods off of this road that’s in the middle of nowhere, no houses or anything for miles. we walk closer to investigate bc we’re actual idiots & this coyote appears on the trail in front of us. i swear it was some kind of spiritual thing or something bc it literally appeared out of nowhere. my friend gets spooked & threw a gallon of milk at it (he brought the milk with him to drink... he’s a strange one lol). coyote runs off, we decide that we should probably rethink our investigation, especially considering we probably made enough noise to alert them anyway. i tell people this story & they find it entertaining but i don’t think anyone actually believes me lol
Who the heck brings a GALLON of milk with them on a hike? That sh!t's heavy! I roll disbelieve.
Yeah, and nothing quenches a mighty, hiking thirst like dairy. By the gallon.
Load More Replies...I think the story is true, because if someone were making up a lie to tell they wouldn’t add a gallon of milk.
Now that i think about it, it kinda feels true tho
Load More Replies...Its not hard to believe this because cults are probably very real and active
I do believe the coyote. There's some animals that are just masters in sneaking. Our roe-deer are actually ghosts, lemme tell ya! You can sit on a log for hours and hours watching the same area in front of you when within a blink of the eye, suddenly there it stands. Just like that. Whoosh- magic! Or maybe just insanely long legs and super-sneaking-abilities. I bet coyotes have all those stories around them because they are just as sneaky
Went down to the basement to do laundry, the room got real cold real suddenly and I saw someone walk by the doorway to the laundry room (we live alone). I never found the guy.
My late Grandma supposedly would be seen/presence detected in my Aunt’s basement. My cousin’s swore it was true, but I never felt her aura when I went down there.
Not sure if this is the scariest but grew up for awhile in this sh*tty apartment complex in a bad part of California, early 2000s. One night, my little kid self woke up in the middle of the night, went out to get something to eat I think... and took one look to the living room.
Huge strange man is kneeling next to the TV. Big mustache. Has a gun. We just stare at each other. I slowly walk back into my room and go to sleep. Next morning, I tell my mom what happened, and she calls the police. The part no one believes is the dude took our f*cking Wii but not the little sensor thing that it needed to actually work.
Wait, so your parents don't believe he took the Wii, but still call the cops? Shouldn't that be pretty easy to verify - like is the Wii missing or not?
One time a door to my house's office slammed open when I woke up at 6am. Naturally it slowly opens on its own due to the weight distribution (it takes about 8 seconds to fully open), but it slammed open like it was forced. It was 6am in the middle of winter so no windows were open to create a draft, and everyone was asleep. I was too tired for some ghostly bulls**t so I peed and went back to sleep.
"I was too tired for some ghostly bulls**t so I peed and went back to sleep." This is the best damn sentence in this entire page! :D
Was stargazing with my family and noticed a satellite moving slowly across the sky. My uncle says “oh there’s another” and points at another light moving slowly across the sky. Then my aunt goes ” wow look how many”, and points to cluster of about 15-20 white dots (looked like a bunch of satellites) slowly moving in a cluster together across the sky. “Wow that’s weird” we all collectively agreed as we watch this cluster of unknown lights move across the sky. Then they came to a DEAD STOP instantly. The lights then began to slowly move around each other until they eventually were in a single line across the sky and they slowly faded away into the darkness. We all still have no idea what the hell they were, and the only thing that makes me know I wasn’t just seeing things is that all 6 of us all saw this happening.
I have seen these before they line up shoot FAST across the sky then dissappear with no trace which makes no sense because there is no place to hide with no clouds in the sky, they literally vanish
Load More Replies...I was peeing in the woods while camping and a huge dragonfly landed on my thigh. Body as long as my thigh, black and red, definitely a dragonfly and not a tarantula hawk or something. When I try to tell people, they say I must be exaggerating or misremembering.
Tarantula hawk would be far less believable, as they're generally smaller than dragonflies in the Southwest US (where I assume this was, since they mention tarantula hawks in the first place). Could have also been a mantis or locust, I've seen massive ones in the Sonoran Desert.
Ok, I guess spider hawks are distributed pretty much worldwide. I've only ever seen them in the US Southwest.
Load More Replies...I almost drowned/choked to death. I was at the pools with my family and inhaled a lot of water on accident. I couldn't breathe and I couldn't cough it out. Panicked and went to my sister to signal I was choking, and she thought I was being an idiot. I remember her looking at me and saying "ew, stop being a dickhead" or something along those lines. Went to my little brother and he realised I wanted him to whack me hard in the back, coughed up all the water. Sister still doesn't believe me that she basically called me dying "cringey".
Was walking through the rockies and managed to tear the muscle on the side of my foot so was hobbling back (I was on my own like a moron) in the space of hobbling back to Jasper I saw a white bear (think they are called spirit bears?) just sitting watching me... Literally thought f**k sake I'm guna die here mauled by a bear and no one knows where I am. But it just sat there and pawed the dirt in the direction of the town... I limped on keeping an eye on it and it just watched me... Then I swear to God no more than 5 minutes later a f**king wolf appears limping exactly on the same foot I'm limping on, eyes me up and continues on its journey. I think I was even too pathetic to bother with is the moral of that story. I was petrified though either way.
A bear doesn't see people as prey and if you were limping, it wouldn't see you as a threat either. So yeah, too pathetic to bother with.
3:30am. My buddy and i spent the night repo’ing cars. We pull up to the light in Manchester NJ of 527 and 70. Going straight. In the left turn lane, getting on to 70 East, a blue, 97-98 Honda CRV. The person driving had no face. Just blank. Like the green man from Always Sunny or NoFace from Dick Tracy. My buddy and I both saw it. Nobody believed it.
One time I had a nightmare where I was somehow brutally murdered - this was really long time ago and it was a dream anyhow so I don't remember details - but it ended up in the bathroom where I bled out over the sink. In the morning I went to the same bathroom to casually take a piss. The sink was covered in dried up blood.
"One night I had a nightmare that I was brutally murdered, and then the next day I woke up and I totally was!"
We were driving home late in heavy snow and saw a beautiful white pony or horse. My partner was worried about it being out on the road so we pulled over and I stepped out of the car to try shoo it back to its farm. It only took us a moment to pull over, and yet, by then the white horse had completely disappeared.
When I was a child, I used to sleep on the bottom bunk of a bunk bed. I fell asleep just like any other night but I was suddenly awoken to someone or something shaking me by the shoulders. I was so frightened that I kept my eyes shut. It seemed as if this went on for a few minutes. After the shaking stopped I pretended to sleep as if nothing happened. I didn’t open my eyes for a few hours after the event. I swear this really happened to me. It couldn’t have been my brother on the top bunk because I would have heard him go up and down. Everyone was asleep so there was certainly something there that wanted to urgently get my attention.
If I was woken up like that I’d want to know why and who no way would I keep my eyes closed
I wonder about the attachment some of these kids have to their parents, if something scary happens to them in the middle of the night and they just lie there.
I wouldn't have told my parents either and agree totally with your comment around attachment!
Load More Replies...It’s night terrors/sleep paralysis. Same thing used to happen to me when I was little. Terrifying.
That happened to me once. I was asleep on the couch and felt someone shaking me. I also heard jingling noises. I didn't properly wake up. Later that day I heard my area had had an earthquake. The noise I heard was glass in a cabinet moving about. Earthquakes in my area are not common at all (Wales UK)
One time I came out of work and my car was facing the opposite direction from when I parked. Same spot, opposite direction. And I parallel parked.
It was the first anniversary of my aunt's death. She lived in the same house as me, but different apartment. I go to take a bath. The bathtub is positioned in a way that, when you are inside, you are facing the window. Suddenly, I hear a knock. I look at the window, and I see a hand formed into a fist quickly pulling down (like, someone knocked and quickly disappeared).
The thing is, my apartment was on the second floor. And there is no way that someone could reach the window from outside at all. Now looking back at it, I just tell myself it was just my imagination. But then... I know what I saw. And no one believed me, of course.
My wife and I were driving up through northern Arizona on Highway 89 between Flagstaff and Page. It was about 1 am, as we were on 3rd shift at the time and often drove at night to avoid traffic. I saw a few sets of eyes glowing in my headlights a little ways up the road, so I let off the gas, slowing down to avoid hitting an animal in the road. When we drove by we saw several dogs (coyotes?) on the side of the road and I hit the gas and drove by. After we passed my wife said one of them was running next to the car and I looked over and saw it as well, probably 20 feet off the shoulder of the road. I floored it and looked over and it stood up on it's hind legs (that's the only way I can describe it) and kept pace with us for a couple seconds before turning away from the road and disappearing. This whole event probably lasted no more than 10 seconds, but it was seriously the most terrifying 10 seconds of my life. This was probably 20 years ago, and we still rarely talk about it.
It reminds me of a yt vid I watched where a skinwalker took the skin of someone’s dog and hid behind dressers and stuff but shared the body shape of a deformed human
Load More Replies...I had sleep paralysis pretty early and no one in my family belived me (i thought it was a real shadow demon in my room). Terrifying.
Scary thing to go through and worse yet, no one believed you.
I was sitting on the floor of my office opposite my wardrobe with mirror sliding doors. The light was off but the door was open and the light from the hallway was spilling in a little. I was looking at myself in the mirror, barely visible in the obscured darkness. I took my glasses off, and my reflection began to move, like it was speaking and yelling silently. It was so silent that the ringing in my ears became almost deafening.
This one is actually a phenomenon that was studied. If you stare at your face in a mirror in a dimly lit room you begin to halucinate, the face warping and changing. It's called the strange-face-in-the-mirror-illusion. No need to worry.
I learned a thing, cool! https://direct.mit.edu/leon/article/54/4/423/97264/Artistic-Portraits-of-Strange-Face-Illusions
Load More Replies...Drove for about two hours through rural Arizona with my fiancée late one night. I drove past a car stopped on the side of the road, it had its hazard lights on and hood was up. There was a dim light hanging from the hood, as if someone had been checking the engine. About a quarter mile down the road, my headlights illuminated a man standing on the side of the road. He was quite tall, over six feet, and very thin. He was ghostly pale, and bald. To me, the most unsettling thing was that he was just standing on the shoulder, in the pitch black, staring into the desert away from the road. There was no light except for the few cars passing by, he was just staring into the blackness of the desert. Not supernatural or anything I’m sure but it sent shivers throughout my body. My fiancée was asleep almost the entire two hour drive so she didn’t see any of this, and she doesn’t really believe it happened.
Speaking from experience with wild areas at night, the moon & stars can provide a lot of light in the absence of urban light pollution & car headlights. If I were lurking on the side of a desert highway in the middle of the night, I'd turn away from the road too, with cars coming. No sense in being dazzled, and having to readjust to the dark.
I've walked roads at night (worked night shift, it was my free time on weekends). I'd routinely stop, step off the road and look away when cars drove by. One, cuz I don't trust that they'd see me or are sober, and two, to preserve my night vision by not staring at the headlights. I often wondered how many people I freaked out back then.
Don't marry someone who won't believe you when you tell them an inane and perfectly plausible story.
"A tall guy who was also bald? Totally unbelievable!"
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I was using resistance bands to exercise in our school gym. We had double doors with the post in the middle so the doors could close, so I wrapped the band around the post. I started pulling and a loose screw popped out, so the post came flying out at me. Only 1 or 2 inches from my neck, pretty close to one of the blood vessels too. Luckily, it hit me closer to my shoulder instead, but I still landed on my back from the force. If not for the gym teacher, nurse, and 4 or 5 students, no one would believe it
Why would nobody have believed it? I'm confused. The belief part never seems to have been an issue, since there were a bunch of people there
I call BS. The missing post was clearly the work of a ghost! /s
Load More Replies...Nearly empty church, almost alone, at 8pm in the middle of winter so it was pitch black outside. i was looking for the bathroom and i heard the sound of glass shattering and loud laughter. when i returned back to my group, nobody else believed me.
I was out with my friends and came home pretty late. I didnt want my parents asking questions so I snuck in through the garage. The door was locked but I had a key. I turned the key to unlock it but then I heard an abrupt snap and the door locked again. I repeated this three times. Each time I unlocked the door, the door re-locked. Exasperated, I cried out, "Mom, it's me!"
Then I heard the door unlock. I opened the door and no one was there.
Is it just me or is you commenting on the same post the same thing twice a little bit creepy
Load More Replies...I live in a 150 year old house and no one believes there isn’t some guy living in my basement who stares at me while I sleep
I was home alone one day when I was around 10 and was in my room I shared with my brother. We had bunk beds and I was laying on the top bunk when the bed started shaking pretty hard for a good 5-10 seconds. I was terrified, but gathered the courage to look down under my bunk at the bottom bunk and there was nothing there. I jumped down and noped the hell out of my house and waited on the porch until my parents got home. When I told them what happened, they didnt really think anything of it and thought I was just making it up. I dont care what anyone says, that s**t happened. I remember it clear as day still 20 years later.
Maybe the brother of the other guy further up who was sleeping in the lower bunk and too afraid to open his eyes when shaken violently.
This one time the power went out, I was still trying to calm down to stop being afraid of the dark and I could've sworn I saw bright red eyes in the dark, so I got my parents to check it out, but nothing was there. I was so salty after that day good christ
I was 4 years old, my dad says I slipped going down a flight of stairs. He says I was somersaulting to the point i landed perfectly on my feet at the bottom, and just kept waddling on. Unfortunately, however, hitting the stairs on the way down fractured the left one in 8 places
"hitting the stairs on the way down fractured the left one in 8 places" ...the left WHAT?
Children of that age have very bendy bones - any breaks would have been of the 'green-stick' type surely? Not something you walk on..??? This sounds like it's got a bit muddled over time or something.
Load More Replies...When i had gone to our hometown, i was playing with the local kids and i was 'IT' (we were playing hide and seek) and as i counted to 50 i suddenly fell on the ground for some second and i felt like i had 0 strenght could not lift even my hands and leg. And when i told my Mom she told me that it must be because i was hungry but i had ate watermelon with the local kids just before playing hide and seek. That was the scariest thing i have felt so far, i was not able move even an inch of my body.
when i got stuck under 3-4 inch thick ice and broke a shard off of my glasses to score a circle that i could bust through
I’m impressed - I’m not sure I could break my glasses even under ideal circumstances, let alone while I was drowning.
The time me and my friend were trapped in the basement because the upstairs was invaded by ghosts. Like, it happened! We were both there! We both heard that s**t.
Invaded by ghosts? I'll take "stuff that never happened" for $200 Alex.
…and it’s The Daily Double! - for $400 - the answer is “What happens when we smoke just a little too much weed after class and start imagining things?” What is the question? …3 seconds Upstaged75…
Load More Replies...When I got a cut on my wrist. (To the layer of fat, but as a kid I thought it was the bone. It's still scary.) I was trying to break into an abandoned house as a child, about 7, with a pal who well call Billy. So me and billy were just sitting in his house, bored out of our minds. He had an idea to sneak into that abandoned building. Of course, since he was a year older I agreed. When we went there, the door was locked, but the top of the door was broken. Up to our arms. I was trying to put my arm in, and on the way in my wrist got cut. An oddly square looking shape. I saw white, so at the time I thought it was bone. Then again, there was a lot. It was mildly wide. So uh, I used to say "oOoOoOoOOOO! I got a cut to the BŒÑË!" So that's what they didn't believe, so uhhhhh.
One night laying in bed with my husband, I suddenly got this horrible feeling that something was very wrong. I asked my husband if everything was okay he insisted he was good, but it was like a feeling of impending doom and it lasted until I finally fell asleep. In the morning my phone rang, it was my sister calling to tell me our brother had committed suicide the night before. I'll never forget it. Part of me is so upset I didn't call my family and friends to check on them because if I had he mightve still been with us
I feel for you. My dad committed suicide too. I had talked to him a couple of days earlier and he was really upset bc he gotten into another fender bender and his wife was really upset w him. He said it was the end of their marriage she was fed up taking care of him. He had been in a bad car accident ten yrs prior and had so many operations including an amputated leg. I should've known I should've gone to see him that night but my daughter had school so I told him I'd be up to get him two days later on Saturday and if his marriage was really over he can move right in w me. The next night I get the call. Devastating I didn't eat for a year was sickly underweight. It breaks you in a way that can't be explained. Therapy and my families support got me through it but I still blame myself so I do know how you feel and at the same time I know that neither of us are to blame. Hugs to you
Load More Replies...My mom and I made a pact that we would believe each other if we saw a ghost or anything paranormal. In the middle of the night when I was 15 my mom was screaming for me from her bedroom. I turn the light on and she's telling me she saw two green eyes staring at her. Didn't see anything but tell her I believe her and I'll stay in her room. Turn the light off and 15 minutes later I see it. Car headlights bounced off my moms digital clock and made it look like green eyes. It was so funny. We always had a good laugh over that story. She was so scared she said her head was burning still so funny to me 35 years later.
My boyfriend and I were going camping overnight. We drove a dirt road in a heavily forested area and found a small clearing big enough for the car and tent. We pop the trunk to get our stuff out but I smelled something bad. My boyfriend turned around and saw a bear *right there* in the thicket of trees. He slammed the trunk, yelled for me to get in car and we drove back home.
Me and my dad were talking about this in the car but a really long time ago I went to this weird like kids play place that had balloon houses like the kind at monkey joes and I remember seeing a white floaty thing in this one room and my dad says he saw the same thing seconds before I did really freaky
I am more curious about a place named Monkey Joes than a white floaty thing.
Load More Replies...I once was walking back to home from school, in my little Mexican town, and found laying on the street a severed human hand. An older man was walking a bit ahead of me. Watched it, stop for a second, and then kicked it to a nearby sewer. And then he just kept on walking. Where I used to live, violent deaths, mostly narco related, are so common that people are completely desensitized to find human remains on the street. Trying to explain this to a foreigner is fairly complicated tho.
One morning, around 0300, I jolted awake from a nightmare about my dad. I woke my hubby, asking, "My dad's dead, right?" and it took an hour to calm me down. About 7, my mom calls and skips hello, right to, "I had to get up around 3 and see if your father was still in his urn." (He's cremated.) She then said, "We were standing in the old house, you were here, and I was..." And I told her, "And you were *there*," and we realized we had the identical nightmare, right down to where we stood and how angry my dad was. Bonus: It was a place/situation that never existed in our lives. I also saw a man at my shoulder, described him, and my grandma pulled out a photo of her father, and it was him ----- but she never had the photo out, and he died years before my mom even met my dad. Guess he was just chekcing in?...
One summer night I was going to a bar, passed in front of a pool selling place that had the different models arranged "upwards", held by cables with lights. The cables in one snapped and it fell, took a medium size tree with it and landed on a parked car. I just remembered hearing the noise and running to the middle of the street. The street was packed with people, but no one got hurt or trapped under, or inside, the pool. It was wild. Every time I see one of these pools "standing" upwards do a detour.
As a kid I saw a copy of my birth certificate and read that I had been born at “Hotel Dieu” (in New Orleans). thought it was so neat that I had been born in a hotel until years later when I learned it was actually a local hospital called Hotel Dieu. Fast forward about 45 years, my sister found some old documents and gave me a copy of a hospital issued birth certificate that listed my birthplace as Sarah Mayo Clinic. I thought it was an error because for years when I’ve had to present a birth certificate it has said Hotel Dieu. I was so sure it was some kind of error that I went and got my certificate out of my lock box to triumphantly show my husband. And I got a hell of a shock when I looked at it and read there, clear as day, that I’d been born in the Sarah Mayo Clinic. I didn’t even know New Orleans had one. Must have been a multi-verse.
Not necessarily scary, but weird. When I was little, like five or six, I was in my room putting up clothes. I was to short to reach the clothes rack so I was standing on a step stool. The bedroom door was wide open onto the hallway. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my back. Like a warm human hand. I assumed it was my mom coming to tell me that dinner was ready and didn’t want to startle me by saying something. I turned around and there was no one there. Still don’t know what it was
I’ve seen things most of my life. The one was when I was 10. I had a bad cold and was sleeping over at my dads. My bedroom there was across the hall from the dining room. At 5:30am, the cat who had been laying on my bed jumped off and ran into the dining room. I looked up and there standing on the table. He didn’t say anything just smiled at me then disappeared. About 10:30am my mom called to tell us my uncle had died of a heart attack in his sleep. At the funeral, I asked my aunt what time he died. She said it was about 5:30am. I always thought he had come to say goodbye and knew that I was the only one who would see him. Since then, I’ve seen spirits many times especially at funerals. There’s a lot more so maybe one day I’ll write them all down
One night laying in bed with my husband, I suddenly got this horrible feeling that something was very wrong. I asked my husband if everything was okay he insisted he was good, but it was like a feeling of impending doom and it lasted until I finally fell asleep. In the morning my phone rang, it was my sister calling to tell me our brother had committed suicide the night before. I'll never forget it. Part of me is so upset I didn't call my family and friends to check on them because if I had he mightve still been with us
I feel for you. My dad committed suicide too. I had talked to him a couple of days earlier and he was really upset bc he gotten into another fender bender and his wife was really upset w him. He said it was the end of their marriage she was fed up taking care of him. He had been in a bad car accident ten yrs prior and had so many operations including an amputated leg. I should've known I should've gone to see him that night but my daughter had school so I told him I'd be up to get him two days later on Saturday and if his marriage was really over he can move right in w me. The next night I get the call. Devastating I didn't eat for a year was sickly underweight. It breaks you in a way that can't be explained. Therapy and my families support got me through it but I still blame myself so I do know how you feel and at the same time I know that neither of us are to blame. Hugs to you
Load More Replies...My mom and I made a pact that we would believe each other if we saw a ghost or anything paranormal. In the middle of the night when I was 15 my mom was screaming for me from her bedroom. I turn the light on and she's telling me she saw two green eyes staring at her. Didn't see anything but tell her I believe her and I'll stay in her room. Turn the light off and 15 minutes later I see it. Car headlights bounced off my moms digital clock and made it look like green eyes. It was so funny. We always had a good laugh over that story. She was so scared she said her head was burning still so funny to me 35 years later.
My boyfriend and I were going camping overnight. We drove a dirt road in a heavily forested area and found a small clearing big enough for the car and tent. We pop the trunk to get our stuff out but I smelled something bad. My boyfriend turned around and saw a bear *right there* in the thicket of trees. He slammed the trunk, yelled for me to get in car and we drove back home.
Me and my dad were talking about this in the car but a really long time ago I went to this weird like kids play place that had balloon houses like the kind at monkey joes and I remember seeing a white floaty thing in this one room and my dad says he saw the same thing seconds before I did really freaky
I am more curious about a place named Monkey Joes than a white floaty thing.
Load More Replies...I once was walking back to home from school, in my little Mexican town, and found laying on the street a severed human hand. An older man was walking a bit ahead of me. Watched it, stop for a second, and then kicked it to a nearby sewer. And then he just kept on walking. Where I used to live, violent deaths, mostly narco related, are so common that people are completely desensitized to find human remains on the street. Trying to explain this to a foreigner is fairly complicated tho.
One morning, around 0300, I jolted awake from a nightmare about my dad. I woke my hubby, asking, "My dad's dead, right?" and it took an hour to calm me down. About 7, my mom calls and skips hello, right to, "I had to get up around 3 and see if your father was still in his urn." (He's cremated.) She then said, "We were standing in the old house, you were here, and I was..." And I told her, "And you were *there*," and we realized we had the identical nightmare, right down to where we stood and how angry my dad was. Bonus: It was a place/situation that never existed in our lives. I also saw a man at my shoulder, described him, and my grandma pulled out a photo of her father, and it was him ----- but she never had the photo out, and he died years before my mom even met my dad. Guess he was just chekcing in?...
One summer night I was going to a bar, passed in front of a pool selling place that had the different models arranged "upwards", held by cables with lights. The cables in one snapped and it fell, took a medium size tree with it and landed on a parked car. I just remembered hearing the noise and running to the middle of the street. The street was packed with people, but no one got hurt or trapped under, or inside, the pool. It was wild. Every time I see one of these pools "standing" upwards do a detour.
As a kid I saw a copy of my birth certificate and read that I had been born at “Hotel Dieu” (in New Orleans). thought it was so neat that I had been born in a hotel until years later when I learned it was actually a local hospital called Hotel Dieu. Fast forward about 45 years, my sister found some old documents and gave me a copy of a hospital issued birth certificate that listed my birthplace as Sarah Mayo Clinic. I thought it was an error because for years when I’ve had to present a birth certificate it has said Hotel Dieu. I was so sure it was some kind of error that I went and got my certificate out of my lock box to triumphantly show my husband. And I got a hell of a shock when I looked at it and read there, clear as day, that I’d been born in the Sarah Mayo Clinic. I didn’t even know New Orleans had one. Must have been a multi-verse.
Not necessarily scary, but weird. When I was little, like five or six, I was in my room putting up clothes. I was to short to reach the clothes rack so I was standing on a step stool. The bedroom door was wide open onto the hallway. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my back. Like a warm human hand. I assumed it was my mom coming to tell me that dinner was ready and didn’t want to startle me by saying something. I turned around and there was no one there. Still don’t know what it was
I’ve seen things most of my life. The one was when I was 10. I had a bad cold and was sleeping over at my dads. My bedroom there was across the hall from the dining room. At 5:30am, the cat who had been laying on my bed jumped off and ran into the dining room. I looked up and there standing on the table. He didn’t say anything just smiled at me then disappeared. About 10:30am my mom called to tell us my uncle had died of a heart attack in his sleep. At the funeral, I asked my aunt what time he died. She said it was about 5:30am. I always thought he had come to say goodbye and knew that I was the only one who would see him. Since then, I’ve seen spirits many times especially at funerals. There’s a lot more so maybe one day I’ll write them all down
