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48 Eerie Real-Life Coincidences And Events That Make No Sense
Most of human life is spent trying to understand why things are the way they are. But even after thousands of years of existence, we still don’t have all the answers. This becomes especially obvious when we encounter something in our personal lives that we can’t find an explanation for, like eerie coincidences, déjà vus, or vivid dreams.
We found many other similar experiences people shared under this popular thread, which we compiled in the list below for you to enjoy. It’s all just a scroll away!
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#1
So I've lurked on reddit for the memes for 5 years, and this is the first post that made me need to sign up, because I have a story to tell.
Growing up, I had an acquaintance we'll call 'M'. We went to the same church, the same school, but I was two years older than M, and when you're five, that's a world of difference. I was aware of M's existence, the same way I was aware of the sun. You know it's warm, but you don't really look at it. So I happily passed through high school without thinking much of M as a person of interest in my life.
But then I was twenty-eight, having gone to college, and loved, and worked just like everyone else..until I had a dream.
I was sitting on a bus next to a woman. She was older then I remembered, her dark hair streaked with grey and shorter than it had been when I last saw her. It must've have been twenty years since I'd seen M's mother, but it was her, wearing a pair of dark slacks and a crimson sweater with a button fixed to one shoulder.
The bus was old, and smelled odd, it's vinyl seats creaking when it stuttered and screeched to a halt on the side of the road.
In my dream, I stood up, but someone on the other side of M's mother made to stand too...and it was M' herself. I took her hand, and we walked off the bus. Turning around, I saw M's mother give a shallow wave as the doors hissed closed and the bus roared away from the curb and motored down the street.
I blinked awake and it was around 6.30 am, I couldn't go back to sleep, because the dream was so vivid.
After a shower and a coffee, I picked up my phone and checked my social media.
A friend of a friend of a friend had posted that M's mother had died that morning, after an elective surgery gone wrong, that lasted most of the night.
Maybe it could have been coincidence, or deja vu, what ever mental exercise my mind needed to go through that morning, maybe something had triggered it in those days leading up to it. I don't know what it was, but it f****d me up that morning. I couldn't even send my condolences the same way all the friends of friends had done.
I honestly just wanted to ignore it happened at all.
Then, two days later, I was filling up my gas tank at pump number seven, and I saw her, at pump number three. M, come home to take care of her mother's affairs.
She was wearing a pair of black jeans, paired with a deep red sweater, and an ivory colored button holding the sides of one shoulder together.
It's honestly hard to explain what happened next. The awkward hello's that led to long coffee dates. M moving home from the big city, and moving into her mothers house. The first time I held her hand, and it felt just like in the dream.
We married two years later, and I never told her about what I saw on the bus. I didn't want to sound crazy. Honestly for a long time I forgot about it, until we got a cat.
The cat had a habit of staring long, for like hours, at one corner, every night.
"Maybe he sees a ghost." I said idly. And then we had a long conversation, about the possibility of ghosts or spirits or whatever.
I thought a lot about her mother.
"Can I tell you something strange?" M said, "The night my mother died, I had a dream, and you were holding my hand."
You don't have to believe that this actually happened to me, I'll believe for you, because it happened to me. There are things that I can't explain in this life. But I know that the night I dreamed of my future mother in law (deceased) on a bus, shot my life in a direction I never knew existed. And I'm so f*****g grateful it happened.
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#2
Less crazy than the other stories on this thread but one time I was at the servo filling my car up at night time and there was a hospital across the road. a man with no shirt on wearing proper suit pants and formal leather shoes ran from the dark across the road into the servo. he was in there for 5 minutes then sprinted back into the dark. i walk in to pay for my petrol and the guy serving tells me that the random guy in the suit pants payed for my $50 tank of petrol ... i had so many questions.
#3
I think I've shared this before but here we go:
As a kid, I had an imaginary friend who I would play with a lot. I had few "real" friends but I was also more of an outcast in daycare and kindergarten so sometimes, that imaginary friend was all I had.
My mother said I'd always describe him as very similar looking. When I was around pre-school age, my mother said we needed to talk about my friend and I said that I'm fine with keeping Joshua around because I was scared of starting school alone. Her face just froze in shock and she never brought it up again. I didn't realize why until my grandma explained years later that I had a twin brother who didn't make it and my parents were planning on naming him Joshua.
The only logical explanation I have is that I picked it up when I was very little but my grandma said that my parents literally never talked about it because they didn't cope well with the loss at all. It's still very strange.
#4
This was about 6 years ago, I was in high school and just walking from the cafeteria to the library on my spare. I came across one of my little sisters friends on the way.
We've only spoken a handful of times, and we were never really close, but I felt compelled to stop in front of her and ask if she needed a hug. She broke down sobbing and clung to me as I hugged her. Turns out it was the anniversary of her close friend's passing, and her friend always knew when she was sad and would ask if she wanted a hug.
I still have no idea what compelled me to go up to her and do that on that day. But I'm glad I was able to do that for her.
#5
When my grandmother passed away, my brother was living out of state, so my parents and I cleaned out the house and I moved in. We found a suitcase that my dad thought had the last of my grandfather's clothes.
My grandfather died a few years before my brother and I were born, but I've always felt a strong connection to him, so I was really curious to see inside the suitcase. How big was my grandfather? What did he smell like?
Unfortunately, the suitcase was locked. Dad said he'd look for the key, but really, we stuffed it under the bed and forgot about it.
A couple of years go by, and I stumble across the suitcase again. Dad hadn't found the key, but my brother has been learning a bit about locksmithing. I text him and ask if he would be interested in trying to open the suitcase. I'm still curious about what's inside.
The suitcase was locked. I tried to open it multiple times, multiple ways. Couldn't get the thing open. I took it over to my parents for my brother to try to open on his next visit.
My dad and I were standing outside talking when my dad falls silent, in awe. My brother was standing in the driveway, wearing my grandfather's clothes. They fit him perfectly, except for being an inch too long in the hem.
"Oh, wow! How'd you get the suitcase open?" I asked.
"It wasn't locked," he said. "It opened right up. Isn't this the coolest sweater?"
What can I say? Those clothes were meant to be his.
#6
About 9 years ago, I was searching our file cabinet for a document I needed. I had piles of papers all over the bed, searched for an hour, meticulously. Could not find it. Suddenly, the tv across the room (which is NOT on) makes a clicking noise. I stop what I'm doing, look up and over at the tv. I see nothing out of the ordinary, so I turn back to the pile of papers....and the document I had been searching for is right on top, like it was placed there. I looked up, said thank you, and put away the papers I didn't need.
#7
I was stopped for the night at a truck stop in the desert, 60 miles east of El Paso,TX. This truck stop only has lights around the store and fuel pumps, the truck parking area is only lit by any headlights that are left on. I get to bed at about 2200 thinking it'll be a nice quiet night. At around 0230 I wake up to a tapping on my truck (like someone was trying to wake me up) . I ignore it and try to go back to sleep, but the tapping gets louder and louder and eventually turns into the sound similar to someone beating their hand on my door and cab. I get out of bed and open the curtains to the side i heard the sound coming from and there was nothing there. I open the curtains on the other side, and nothing there either. There was no trucks on either side of me. So I throw my shoes on, grab my machete and flashlight and go outside to see what the h**l was going on. There was nothing, no foot prints, no paw prints, absolutely nothing there. I get back in my truck and turn in my side markers, so im somewhat illuminated. Close the doors, lock them, and run my seatbelts through the door handle and buckle them in, to add essentially another lock to both doors.
I go back to bed, and wake up at 0630. The sun is starting to come out, so i go inside for some coffee, and breakfast before heading out. Other truck drivers were in there, and experienced the same thing i did that night. With no answers as to what it was. I finish my breakfast and nope outta there.
#8
A few weeks before my grandad died in April I started wearing 2 rings I had inherited from a family member on a chain around my neck. I've had them for years and always wear them when I feel like I need a bit of luck or support. Makes me feel as if someone is looking out for me even though I don't really believe in the afterlife or the supernatural. I knew he was sick so I'd not long started wearing them again, only I'd had to put them on a chain this time bc the uniform policy in work meant I couldn't wear them as I usually did on my finger. The clasp on the chain can be quite stiff to open, so I'd just throw it over my head with the rings attached bc it's long enough to not have to open, so the rings and the chain had been together for a few weeks at this point without me ever opening the clasp, bc there was no need.
So I was in work with another colleague about 2 feet away from me. I had the rings tucked well down my shirt (hanging right around heart level), my uniform zipped up over them, a plastic apron and my gloves on (I'm a nurse). I was busy doing something so my hands weren't anywhere near the rings, and I wasn't even thinking about them. There wasn't any way I could've touched them or got them caught on anything.
Then I felt something cold touch my stomach and the next thing I knew one of the rings had dropped onto the floor. I was confused at how it'd happened and thought maybe the chain had broken (even though it's quite sturdy) and didn't want to lose it, so I took my apron and gloves off and pulled the chain out of my shirt. The chain was intact and still clasped tightly together. And the other ring was still on it. So somehow, one ring had come cleanly off the chain without the other one falling off, and with the chain still clasped together.
My colleague was just staring at me, and I'm not really a believer in the supernatural, like I said, so I just joked saying "I hope that wasn't a sign or someone trying to tell me something!" and laughed it off. Not 5 mins later I got the call to say my grandad had deteriorated and I needed to come home. I left work that day to care for him and 2 weeks later he died.
I know there's got to be an explanation for it, but part of me doesn't want to know it bc the mystery makes me feel like maybe I was actually being looked out for. I wear the rings on my finger now bc I can't shake the feeling that there was something more to that little mystery than the logical side of my brain wants to believe.
#9
This was about 20 years ago. My teenage sister was talking to my mom and me in the living room one afternoon.
She gets a weird look on her face, stops mid sentence and says
"I have to answer the phone."
It wasn't ringing.
My family, like everyone, had a landline phone in the mid 90'S. It was wall mounted in the next room over, the kitchen.
As she walks toward the kitchen, the phone begins to ring.
"Hello? Yes, this is she." (She never talked like this).
"Yes. Yes. Okay. I will."
She hangs up the phone. No goodbye.
My mom and I are pretty unnerved at this point.
"Who was that?" We ask.
"Who was who?" She responds.
"On the phone!" We say.
"When was I on the phone?" She replies, thinking we're full of it.
She had (and still has) no recollection of what had just happened.
I think about it constantly, 20 years later.
#10
Recently, I was on the couch watching something and I heard a crash from my washer and dryer room. My cat also shot up and looked in the direction of the door. It sounded like a broom fell over, or maybe one of the plastic tubs. Freaked me out as I already don't really like that room in the first place, plus it was very late at night and I live alone. Also because of the pull string door that leads to the creepy attic. Decided I was not going to be like every idiot in a horror movie and investigate what the noise was. I literally sat there on my couch for hours. The next day, I decided I had enough courage to take a peak and literally saw nothing touched. Both brooms were still propped up against the wall. All the plastic tubs were sitting perfectly. I have no idea what that noise was and I don't really care to find out.
#11
I've posted this before and people seemed to like it so here we go:
The night my grandmother died, I heard voices coming from her room. The only people in the house were me, grandma and my mother. It was about 1 o'clock in the morning and I could hear my mother snoring in the other room, so I knew she wasn't in there talking to grandma and I would have recognized her voice if she was. These were voices I did not recognize, furthermore, one of them was distinctly male. I very clearly heard my grandmother say, "Oh, how have you been?" and the male voice responded too low for me to make out the words, but my grandma sounded SO HAPPY to be chatting with him. By this time, I had gotten up and had my hand on the doorknob, about to go into her room and investigate what the h**l was up, when I heard a female voice (not my grandma) saying "it's time to go now." I heard that, and my whole body just froze. It's hard to explain, but I just had this terrible, frightful sensation that it would be very, very bad for me to open that door right then. Like walking in on your parents, only with some kind of terrifying ghost thrown in for extra horror. I just backed away very slowly and went into my mom's room instead. I felt so cold all over, like I had been standing outside in a snowstorm, so I got under the covers and just laid there until my mom woke up. Then I told her I thought grandma was gone. She was. I still miss her. Even though it was terrifying for me, hearing that exchange has made me less scared of dying. Grandma wasn't scared of the voices. She was happy. She wanted to go with them. I hope she comes for me when it's my time.
Some interesting additional information I found out after talking it over with my mom: When she found Gran's body, she was on the floor a few feet from her bed, on the left side of the room, away from the door. Gran had been bed-ridden for 2 months prior to this and the only thing in that corner of the room was this ancient suitcase that she had carried all her life, from Kansas to California to Oklahoma and back again. It had some sentimental items, mostly pictures and a pair of black satin gloves which I now own.
She had also somehow managed to put her shoes on! We can only guess she was getting herself ready to go on with her journey.
The day before, the hospice nurse had told my mom it would be coming soon, and this was good because she was in incredible pain from breast cancer and metastatic disease. My mom and I had tearfully sat down with Gran and told her it was okay for her to go, we loved her, etc. I promised her I'd take care of my mom and she went to sleep with us holding her hands. That was the last conversation we had with her.
#12
When I was 9 or 10, we had a big family reunion at my great aunt's big Victorian house that her family grew up in, which she inherited. I got bored though because there weren't other kids there my age, so I went exploring through the house and found a check writing machine in the upstairs office or library kind of room. I remember the machine was black and gold and had lots of little levers where you'd select the individual numbers then pull down on another lever to stamp the check. I'd put in pieces of paper that were on the desk and look at the numbers stamped on it.
I was playing with that when I very clearly heard another kid in the hallway say "you're not supposed to play with guns, Bill."
My name wasn't Bill, and I wasn't playing with guns. I remember saying "I'm not." Then some moments passed and I got curious about another kid maybe my age being there, so I hopped up and looked into the hallway to find him, but there was nobody there. And nobody around my age downstairs or outside where everybody else was either. I figured at the time it was maybe some neighbor kid who ran out.
I didn't really think about it again until I was 18 or 19 and my mother told me her father (Grandpa Bill, my great aunt's brother who grew up there too) had accidentally shot his friend in that house when he was a kid, when playing with his father's pistol. Then when I was in my 40's, I was driving my great Aunt somewhere (now in her 90's), and I asked where in the house Bill had that accident, and she said in that upstairs office.
I'm not religious, but that just seems too specific. Maybe it's a wild coincidence. I still can't explain it all these years later, and it's the only thing that keeps bugging me in my life.
#13
Many moons ago a friend and I were driving on the highway heading to do some shopping and get food. We ended up right behind this pickup truck that had a lot of loose lumber and construction material bouncing around in it. He and I turned and looked at each other and without saying a word he moved two lanes over and slowed down to get away from this trap. About a minute later a large piece of wood comes tumbling out of the back of the truck and onto the highway. At the angle it came out it would have smashed right into our windshield. It bounced over the two lanes and we wound up running it over anyway. We pulled over and we're going through the whole "did we just almost die?" conversation when my phone rings. It's my wife.
"Are you guys ok? I was taking a nap and had a dream you were in a car accident"
#14
My mother always told me to look for signs. She was very spiritual, not religious, but she did believe in angels and spirit guides and all that. I never believed in any of that stuff. But she would always tell me that all these entities from heaven would send you signs as long as you were looking for them. License plate numbers, radio stations, headlines on newspapers, and of course white feathers. She always told me ask my angels for guidance whenever I was having trouble and to look for white feathers.
Well i joined the military a few years ago and got shipped to boot camp. I was the underachiever of all my siblings, so It was the only thing worthwhile I had done with my life up until that point, I needed to make myself and my family proud, I had to prove that I could do it. I injured my hip during a training exercise near the end and was terrified of not being able to complete the training being sent back home a failure. We had a 20 mile ruck march and a grueling 5 days in the field coming up, and I wasn't sure if I'd be able to make it with my bad hip. So, as a desperate reach, I asked my angels for guidance. And I kid you not, 2 minutes later I walk over to my bunk and what do I see laying there on my blanket but a little white feather. And I start seeing them everywhere. On the floor, on my uniform, on my gear, outside even. I dont know if its just that I didn't notice them all before, or maybe the pillows in the bays were getting beat up after being used for months, but i kept seeing them.
And I marched 20 miles, did those 5 days, and passed my final PT test with flying colors.
#15
I climb up cell phone towers for a living. One time I was on top of a 350 ft tower, waiting for some test results.
I got hit in the face with a small object. It hit me hard enough to bruise my eye. No idea what it was or where it came from. Part of a plane? Giant bug? No idea.
#16
When I was a kid I had a lava lamp, when it was on it was getting really hot. Since it was yellow I was using it to drawing at night. So I was sitting there, drawing when all of the sudden the lamp turned itself off. I started panicking because I'm really afraid of the dark and I started calling my mum for help. She came into my room and when I explained the situation she said the lamp was never turned on, I was sitting in the dark all this time. I touched the lamp and it was cold...
#17
At a lunch table in high school I exasperatedly put my head down and had a thought in the form of a question. My best friend a few seats down responded to my question and everyone looked at her. I asked if I said it out loud and everyone agreed I had said nothing. It was weird. We've been friends since 7th grade, I was MOH at her wedding, and was in the room with her and her husband when she gave birth to her daughter. We still make jokes about that time she read my mind in high school lol.
#18
When I was around 8-9 years old, it was the first time my parents let me stay home alone since they were out doing something (dinner or something of that sort.) i can’t remember exactly. it was around 10:00-10:30 pm i would say, as it was very dark outside. I heard some weird scratching and whispering sounds coming from downstairs, (my room was on the top floor) and I was starting to get a little antsy. I opened my door and exited my room, the scratching was getting louder, and whispering was getting more intense. For whatever reason, just about every light in the house was turned off, so when I exited my room it was pretty much pitch black in the hallway, aside from the light coming from my room. I went out into the hallway and flipped the switch on, the light turned on, and the scratching and whispering noises suddenly just stopped all together. I looked down the stairs, and I see a hand and arm curve around the corner leading into the living room, and it started to make a sort of come hither motion with its finger. Keep in mind, this hand was incredibly disproportionate to what a normal human hand should look like. The fingers were way too long and the nails were massive. The entire situation was just wrong, and I was absolutely terrified. I just ran back into my room and hid in the closet for the next half hour until my parents got home. When they arrived they called me back down, and I was incredibly disturbed to find numerous tiny scratch marks etched into the ceiling and walls right beneath my room. I asked my parents if they had been home for a while, and of course they said that they hadn’t. I tried to explain what happened, but I doubt that they believed me at all. I still get a weird and deeply disturbed feeling when approaching stairs, which is an odd fear to say the least. This is easily the strangest thing I have ever experienced, and it still doesn’t make sense to me to think about now.
#19
I was laying in bed one morning, and I felt pure evil on the foot of my bed. I cant explain it, but it terrified and paralyzed me, making me like a deer in headlights. My heart dropped and I felt the need to escape.
It was early in the morning and my late husband was playing wow on the computer in the living room. After a few minutes, I mustered the energy to run OUT OF MY ROOM. I ran to my husband and grabbed him, sobbing about this thing.
Not even 30 seconds later we heard the smoke alarm go off and it smelt like sulfur and an electrical fire in the part of the room I felt that thing. Then, about a minute later, the smell passed. There was no fire, nothing amiss, and everything was fine. I didn't feel that THING anymore and it just went away.
I never felt anything like that before or since, and I had a witness so I know I didn't imagine the whole thing. I simply can't explain it.
#20
In my early twenties, I had a lot going on in my life. I had left school, had started a new career, was engaged to my high school sweetheart, and my anxiety was building up.
This was in the mid-80s, and I wore a watch. It was a gold Timex analog watch that my father gave to me. I always set the watch on my bedside table before going to sleep.
I was becoming very anxious about deadlines, and I found myself constantly checking my watch to make sure I didn't fall behind with anything.
One morning, I woke-up and reached to my bedside table, and my watch was missing. I checked around the table. I crawled over the edge on the bed and looked upside-down under the bed. No watch. I got up and looked around the base of the bedside table. No watch.
I showered, got dressed, checked my yesterday clothes' pockets. No watch. I checked in other parts of the house. No watch. I asked my fiancee about if she had seen it. She had not, and to this day I know she was telling the truth.
The strange thing is that this morning was the morning of my first day feeling like all anxiety was lifted from me. I felt 100% better about everything, and my stress level was even better than it had ever been.
I never, ever found the watch. (And I've never worn one since.).
#21
I have way too many instances of knowing when someone is going to call me or calling them at the same time. So much so that even my husband has noticed it. I'm talking random phone calls from people I haven't spoken to in a while.
#22
When I was younger, I was staying at a friends house. His parents made him take piano lessons, so they had a piano in their living room. From the basement, around midnight, we heard a short little melody (5 seconds) play on the piano. His parents did not play, and we did not hear anyone walking around upstairs. Scared both of us. My only explanation is that his cat jumped on it and coincidentally played something pleasing. Seems hard to believe though.
#23
I was sitting in my room listening to music and the volume kept turning down, i turned it back up. the third time it happened i heard a loud sigh and it went down again. a few weeks later my brother threw a cricket bat at me and it made a hole in the wall. inside the hole was a pair of old lady stockings tied around a clump of hair. we freaked out. we had to put a poster over the hole in the wall so dad didn't lose his mind so we didn't tell anyone. freaky - and my brother was only about 8 so no he wasn't messing with me.
i was haunted by a voodoo grandma who hated duran duran.
#24
One time me, my brother and mom were in a McDonalds drive thru getting McFlurrys, and my brother pointed to the sky through the car windsheild and there was a bike in the sky with a man just riding on it, it had balloons floating above it like in Up. All three of us saw it, it wasn’t imaginary, although my brother forgot this happened (he was pretty young at the time), me and my mom have not forgot.
#25
I was on vacation with my extended family in a tourist area. The adults went out to the casinos one night, and had my eldest cousin babysit (she was 16/17). The parents joked and said “if we win big, we’ll send a limousine to pick you guys up.”
Fast forward a couple of hours. The apartment phone rings. The caller says he’s a limousine driver “here to pick up the Olver family” (our last name). Shocked and excited, my eldest cousin calls her mum’s mobile phone to confirm everything. Confused, her mum says that they definitely have not sent any limousine.
Turns out another family in the same apartment building *with the same last name* had a limousine called that night, and the driver accidentally dialled our apartment number instead of theirs. Seriously, what are the chances?
#26
My roommate found a strange key in their car. They did not drive anyone around, car was locked, windows rolled up, and a key that went to nothing that we owned was sitting perfectly in the middle of the passenger seat.
#27
When I was around 17 or 18 (I'm 42 now) I accidentally got my girlfriend pregnant. She had a miscarriage early on so needless to say it was a really stressful time, and nobody knew about any of it.
One morning a few days after the miscarriage, my mom pulls me aside and asks me if my girlfriend is pregnant. I went in to full panic mode and asked her what she was talking about. Evidently she had a dream that she was standing on a beach and turned around and a little girl was there with her arms outstretched like she wanted to be picked up. The little girl called her grandma.
I still get chills about that...
#28
My husband worked for a small old folks home. They only had three residents and his aunt ran the place. I had college classes nearby and would often come hang out for a few hours at the end of his shift and visit with the residents.
One night my husband got the residents to bed and went downstairs to collect his paycheck while I turned off lights. As I reached the top of the stairs, I turned to look into the hallway leading to the residents rooms.
Standing outside the room of one of the residents was a woman. She was wearing an old pale green Victorian style dress, and had her ear pressed to the door. I opened my mouth to say something, and she looked directly at me, put a finger to her lips and shushed me.
I turned and practically fell down the stairs. When I got to the owner’s office, she took in the expression on my face and said, “you saw the woman in green”. Not a question. I confirmed and she asked whose room she was interested in. When I told her, she nodded and sighed.
The next morning, the owner called us to let us know that the target resident was found comatose in her bed. She passed away later that day.
#29
I was on public transit one time, and saw someone that was just about the same height as me and looked to have my body type. i just shrugged it off at the moment, as a taller girl with a slightly bigger frame, it's not that rare. the only seat is the one directly across from her, so i sit down and put my headphones in. i tend to people watch while i ride to school, so i started to do exactly that. i take a closer look at the girl in front of me, same shade, cut and color hair. huh. weird. her head is down, so i can't see her face, but when the bell dings to tell that it's the next stop, she looks up. oh. my. lord. she has my face. she looks up at me and blinks twice. same color eyes. i have very odd eyes, so brown they look black. her eyes are so brown they look black. she stands up and walks off the bus. i turn to see her go, sure my eyes are playing tricks on me. she's gone. it's like she walked off the bus and just fell into a worm hole. i look at the spot we stopped. no girl there. was creeped out for the entire week.
#30
Something disguised itself as our dog. Started when my husband woke up in the middle of the night to see our 'dog' at the foot of our bed. Their eyes were dark and their mouth didn't look quite right, but other than that, it looked exactly like our dog, Noodle. This thing spoke in a deep voice and said, “Go back to sleep, I'll see you in the morning." repeatedly. Our household was hearing unexplained growling throughout the night coming from the hallways around 3am. Both dogs were asleep near us, so it wasn't them. Husband would see this thing a few more times in the middle of the night with our dogs. At one point, I saw it myself. Had my dogs locked up in the room while we ate, from the corner of my sight, I see my 'dog' peaking around the corner of the hallway that lead to our room. Thought the boys somehow got out of the room, so I check on them. Nothing in the hallway and door is still closed. At random times, our dogs hair will stand up and they'll growl and bark and seemingly nothing. My husband saged the house, didn't work. My roommate did it and it went away, so maybe it was attached to her? Anyways, still can't explain this. Never heard of a spirit or demon or whatever disguising itself as a pet??
#31
This will probably get buried but here goes. About 10 years ago (I was 17 at the time) in the house I grew up in something happened that has absolutely no logical explanation.
I had this heavy ornate hand blown glass picture frame that sat on my dresser in my bedroom with a picture of me and my mom in it. I was home alone and had been in my room most of the day sorting laundry and cleaning up. At one point, I was bringing a load of laundry back into my room and I noticed the frame was face down on my dresser which I thought was strange because I didn't hear it fall or anything and as I said it was a pretty heavy glass frame. So I go over to pick it up and in doing so I see the picture inside the frame is now completely UPSIDE DOWN. The picture frame obviously only stands one way, it's not like I picked it up wrong or idk I went through so many scenarios in a matter of seconds in utter confusion but nothing made sense. I had chills down my spine it just wasn't possible somehow the frame had been taken apart and the picture had been taken out and turned upside down and placed back in?? No shot. I was completely alone! I panicked and just put it back down and left immediately to my dad's house and refused to go back until my mom got home.
#32
Spent a week in the highlands of Scotland with my SO, his 3 brothers, their wives and kids. We rented a building at some huge house in the middle of nowhere (if you've been to the highlands, you'll know what I mean) this building had 3 floors and we were all on the second floor watching TV. My SO was about to go for a cigarette downstairs, he opens the door onto the hallway and stops. 'I can hear someone sweeping downstairs' we all stood and listened. We all heard it and and crept downstairs together. No one was down there.
The next night I was on the top floor in the bathroom, someone walked down the corridor and stood outside the bathroom, I could see their shadow under the door. I called out and said I would be a moment. I came out and no one was there but I could still the shadow under the door just before I opened it.
The building also had a pulley system to bring bags up from the bottom floor (it was not used and chained up) but we could hear it moving during the night. One night my SO's brother went mental at the kids (4 boys aged between 8 and 13) because he could hear them running up and down the halls and it was really late, he went into their room and they were all fast asleep.
By the end of the week we were all sleeping with the lights on and made sure we were all together in the same room in the evenings before bed.
#33
When i was 6, i woke up one night not remembering my past, it felt like i was reborn or something. I couldn't recall anything, except one dream about stepping on a big green caterpillar. I've never told anyone about this, nor do i remember my childhood before 6.
#34
Years ago, I went to the movies with my mother, and we decided to see another movie afterwards. It was a simpler time, lol. So my mom was calling my dad to tell him we would be home late. As she was on the phone with him, my phone rang. I looked at the screen and it said my mother's name. She definitely wasn't just messing with me, because she showed me her screen, connected to my house phone. We had just seen a horror film and I was too afraid to pick it up. Kinda wish I did, though. But in retrospect, it was probably a number spoofing bot. Not sure those were as popular over a decade ago though, so I have no idea.
#35
One time when I was a kid in elementary school I woke up in the middle of the night and felt extremely paranoid. When I looked towards my door I saw the figure of my mother standing there. Just a black silhouette in my doorway. I called out to her ("mom") with no answer. She started walking towards me and I kept calling her over and over with no response. She came up to my bed and bent over but her silhouette was still all black, I couldn't see clothing or her face. I then covered the blankets over my head and layed there for a few minutes too scared to uncover myself. Eventually when I did, the silhouette was gone and I was alone again. I swear I was 100% awake and can still feel the fear I felt as I did back then. I have no idea why I saw that.
#36
One time I was at a super old, but also very high end restaurant in my hometown. There have always been rumors the place was haunted, as the building is over 100 years old and it’s been known to have a few “ghost sightings.” I went to use the restroom, but the whole time I was there, it felt like I was being watched. I went to wash my hands, looked in the mirror, nothing weird. Looked at my hands, and saw blood everywhere, all over my hands, all over the sink, it was on my clothes, it was everywhere. I looked up in the mirror really fast and looked back at my hands - totally normal, clean hands, nothing weird at all.
I left the restroom shaken. I’ve never been to that restaurant since.
#37
So I'm walking to work. I'm 21. Old man passes me who I've never seen before. He stops me and asks 'Excuse me, TIAT323, do you know where the nearest chemist is?'. I'm wondering how the h**l he knows my name. I'm not wearing my name badge, I'm on my own so he can't have heard someone call me it and I've never seen him before in my life. I think I must have misheard him. I tell him the directions and then clear as day he says 'Thanks very much for your help, TIAT323, have a good day'. At this point I have to ask if he knows me from somewhere, but he looks very confused and says he doesn't.
So basically random old man knew my name.
#38
So I work as a busboy in a little family-owned country restaurant. The building was built in 1887 as a family home, but it was abandoned by 1900. My boss bought it around 2000 and renovated it, and it’s now a restaurant.
And we have a bit of a ghost problem
Nothing too bad mind you, just occasional glimpses and people who shouldn’t be there. There’s a woman in a rocking chair in one corner who isn’t there and a little boy who stares into the oven before disappearing. I’ve seen one too. It’s an older woman dressed in black who sits at a table, alone. She seems so sad. I’ve only seen her out of the corner of my eye while walking past that room. I’ll walk past and think “oh I didn’t know there was anyone in that room” and then I’ll go back and realize I was right. There isn’t anyone in that room
By far the weirdest incident though was this: one day, maybe a year ago around 3 PM I’m sweeping the floors and I hear this crashing noise from down the hall. Everyone else hears it too. It sounds like a pile of plates or glass falling over and shattering. But there’s nothing. We looked through the entire building and nothing’s broken. Nothing fell.
About a month ago, a storm came and a tree fell right through the window in the room I was sweeping in. The same room where the lady in black appears.
Anyway we have great fried chicken.
#39
A few months ago I woke to see a tall dark figure standing over my bed but because I suffer from sleep paralysis I just assumed I was hallucinating and went back to sleep. My mother-in-law was staying over that night in the spare room and in the morning she started telling me how she woke to the feeling like she was being watched. Scared the heck out of me.
#40
My (now ex-) wife and I moved in with her dad after we relocated to a new state. He has this huge house that he had converted from a barn. I took a job working overnights shortly after we got there. On my days off, I’d stay up all night to keep my sleep schedule. One night we were playing Yahtzee at the kitchen table. We both heard someone walk from our bedroom (right above the kitchen) down the hallway to the top of the stairs. I got up and nearly ran to the stairs to see who was up there, because it should’ve been nobody. I went up the stairs and down the hall to our bedroom, checking the other rooms along the way. No one in the other rooms, no one in our bedroom, and I passed no one on my way up. I’m not saying it was ghosts or whatever, but 20 years later I still have no real explanation for those sounds.
#41
I share a room with my brother and our bedroom door will randomly open if you don't close it a certain way. We used to get scared as kids when it would randomly open, so now every night we make sure its closed the "right way" before we go to bed.
One night, my brother and I were watching TV and eventually we just got too tired, so we didn't bother closing the door the proper way. We eventually just knocked out. Then later that night I randomly wake up. It's dark and I see a shadowy figure of a man walk across my room. I try screaming and moving but I can't. It was the first time I had sleep paralysis. I see the figure walk towards the window near the bed my brother was sleeping in and just stare out the window. Eventually I fall back asleep.
The next morning I go to work and tell my coworker about the dream I had last night. She reassures me that I just had sleep paralysis, and it's nothing to worry about because she gets it all the time. I'm like "yeah, I was just really tired last night so it probably was sleep paralysis."
When I get home from work, my sister's home. I tell her "Yo, I had the craziest dream last night, I think I had sleep paralysis" But before I tell her my dream she said, "You had sleep paralysis? No you didn't because I think I saw you randomly walk into my room last night and stare out the window."
I was tripping out because she told me exactly what I saw before I even told her! I don't think it could've been a stranger or a burglar in the house because I have four dogs and they would have been barking the entire time. Probably one of the most weirdest things that happened to me.
#42
In High school I made my room in our partially finished basement for several years. I'm the oldest of 4 and wanted my own larger space away from my siblings.
It was a fairly large house but laid out pretty simply, rectangular footprint, 2 story (plus basement), stacked staircases in the middle of the house.
Being in the basement you get used to ALL the sounds of a house, noises from the house settling or wood creaking with temperature changes, peoples footstep patterns and certainly staircase utilization (you can easily discern direction by the sound).
On several occasions late at night I heard someone use the main staircase, coming down from the 2nd floor and then heard footsteps into the kitchen (directly over my room). I would go up to get a drink and see who was up only to discover nobody around. After the first time it happened I would also go upstairs to the 2nd floor to see if anyone was awake and wandering, in an attempt to rationalize that maybe I was mistaken and the sound was someone going upstairs. This was ALSO not the case, I would never find anyone awake. Several years later we moved out of the house (job relocation) and I had three close friends come over and we "camped" in the basement of the completely empty house one last night before the move (my family was at a hotel and all our belongings in a large moving truck). On four occasions that night we heard footsteps both on the main floor and the stairs while we were the only people there. Like normal went upstairs to investigate and/or see if someone was playing a trick on us, each time with nothing to see. We ended up bailing out of the house sometime around 2 am to a friends house.
Fast forward about 12 years and that house comes up at a family gathering, and two of my three siblings, without any prompting immediately say they thought that house was haunted, and then share similar stories. My sister remembers frequently hearing noises like footsteps while she was the only one home. My brother told us about several instances he heard footsteps in the hallway and expected my father to be checking on him only to look up and see nothing, including two occasions when his door opened and when he saw nobody there he yelled for my dad. My dad corroborated that story. None of us had ever shared those things with each other.
I am a skeptic when it comes to supernatural/paranormal type stuff, I don't entirely disbelieve it, but I'm more inclined to find scientific evidence or reasoning. Still, all these years later, I have no explanation for that stuff.
**TL;DR** *Lived in the basement, heard footsteps and stairs on many occasions, upon investigation nobody was around. Siblings recall similar incidents in same house but nobody ever spoke about it until 12 years later*.
#43
My grandfather had ALS and for many years, he was completely paralyzed and unable to communicate verbally. But his mind was fully functional. We were always close. When my family was between homes, and there weren't enough beds in my grandparents' house to accomodate both my family and my uncle's family, I ended up sleeping out of necessity in the king size bed with my grandparents. Me and grandpa would get up at 6 am together before everyone else and make orange juice for my grandmother. He used to tell me war stories that he never, ever told anyone else. We were close.
While he was sick, and I lived half a country away from him, and I always had amazing dreams (and nightmares; I had night terrors as a young child).
Most nights I have nightmares that I either remember or hear about from whoever lives with me. Apparently I scream, cry, and induce fear in anyone who stays in the same house with me every night due to this.
So with my dreams when Grandpa was still alive yet completely immobilized, I'd have dreams as always where I'm terrified and trying to escape whatever horrible thing is chasing me or what evil thing that has a hold over my dreams almost every night is winning the fight.
But there were a few times, more than a few nightmares, wherein Grandpa would unexpectedly, and almost like an anachronism or ridiculous plot twist, just show up at the worst nightmare sequence.
And he'd take my hand or lead me away and somehow save me from the evil thing that was consuming the dream. I remember specific dream memories where he was holding my hand and walking me away from something terrible that I didn't commit to dream memory.
Each time this happened, I'd ask him "Wait, aren't you sick? How are you walking and talking and holding my hand?" Seriously. He'd answer, "I *am* sick. You know. But don't worry about it."
And we'd walk away from whatever evil was threatening me. After he passed away, these dreams stopped. My grandmother was still alive. I made her a drawing done in water-soluble crayon of my grandfather and framed it archivally. She hung it up in her house.
The house sat under 12 ft of water for 2 weeks from Hurricane Katrina. She and I laughed that it was lost. The only salvageable thing from the house was that drawing that had somehow shed its archival frame and sat untouched on top of a piece of furniture during the flood.
A year and a half prior, I stayed with my grandmother for a week in that house that Grandpa built 60 years earlier. I had nightmares every night there for a week and they all took place in that house. The only one I remember was that the dresser from the master bedroom was in the hallway, blocking the room. I walked into my grandmother's bedroom, and it was coated in mold. She was dying on the bed, which was moldy, too, and there was a cat there, taking care of her and talling me that she was okay.
After the hurricane, and I saw it for myself, the dresser had floated in the flood down the hallway to settle in the exact place I had dreamed it. I climbed over it and looked into the bedroom which I couldn't access; it matched my dream. Mold and all.
I still dream about cats here and there, I've had a few cool-a*s cats since then. But that was the first dream I ever had wherein a cat was important. Also grandpa always got adopted by cats. Over the years, he probably had about 15 different cats that lived under that house. The cat in that dream was a tuxedo, the same as my current cat, the same as my mother's cat when she was a child.
The whole cat part probably means nothing but the rest shook me up and still does.
#44
When I was a kid, pre teens, I would see a silhouette of a person standing on my doorway from time to time late at night. The figure never entered the room but just kinda stood there and didn't move. Normally I'd just hide under the covers because it's presence terrified me. I know that it wasn't a dream because my brother who is the same age can verify that he often saw the same thing.
Because my brother saw it too and often times the same night, that disproved that it could've been my imagination or a hallucination or even a dream. Also, the figure was taller than anyone else who lived in the house and I also saw it at my grandparents house. So it couldn't have been someone in my family either.
I haven't seen it in years now, but I never really found an explanation for it.
#45
Not really happened to me, but my mom experienced me saying some creepy things to her.
When I was young, around 5-6 years old, I had a best imaginary friend named Girl (yes, I’m a creative genius). Anyways I’m in the back seat yelling about how Girl isn’t wearing her seatbelt, but as soon as we start to cross this random bridge my mom said I just stopped, looked out the window and said, “That’s where I died.”
Needless to say I’m still creeped out by that story.
#46
As a child my Imaginary Friend Mike. Knobody believes me to this day. He was a kid like me and stayed in the tree outside my window, and would come down to my window and knock. If not he would just come out of my closet. My mom recently told me that she would freak out when she would listen over the baby monitor, she said she would hear noises that were consistent with someone else being there but would quickly go check and see nothing. She said one time she freaked out so much that she had me sleep with her and dad for two months straight. We moved out shortly therafter.
#47
When I was 10-ish my mother, sister and I moved into an apartment. Two bed two bath, but from the start I couldn't handle using the bathroom in the room my sister and I shared. Something just felt wrong in there, like the bathroom was breathing and I was being watched, so I used my mom's. Eventually my sister refused to sleep in our room at all and moved her mattress into the living room.
I got sick a lot during the year we lived there. At night I sometimes woke to the sound of footsteps approaching my bed from the bathroom, and when I would sit up to look the sound always stopped. I begged my sister and her friends to keep the bathroom door closed after coming in to use it, but they'd often forget and I'd wake late at night to a black hole of an open door and that breathing sensation.
Eventually my sister's boyfriend, who often spent the night, told her he sometimes saw shadows looming over my bed at night. My religious grandma visited once, stepped into my room and started speaking tongues. I don't know, it all sounds superstitious and hoaky, but that place messed with me until we moved.
#48
I used to work as a sleep study technician at various sleep clinics. When I first got the job, a few of my fellow techs warned me about the "haunted" clinic. I thought they were joking. They weren't. They told me about the creepy things that would happen there. Some techs refused to work there again. I was already assigned to a couple of clinics and hoped I would never have to work at the haunted one. It was probably a year into the job when the tech who was working that clinic quit and I was asked to take over there starting that night.
Dread started building up in the pit of my stomach when I saw that place. It was a creepy old Victorian mansion that was divided up into a bunch of doctor's offices (around 130 years old, based on a little research I did on it later. It originally belonged to some prominent local politician, then was turned into apartments, then into the offices). I told myself it was just an old house, no big deal. I walked into the dark lobby, turned on the lights, and walked up the creaky stairs to the sleep clinic on the second story. I took a tour of the clinic, getting myself acquainted with it. I felt fine until I got to what was formerly a kitchen and was now used as a storage/prep room. I started feeling uneasy. Right next door was the final room, which was one of the bedrooms the patients would sleep in. I hated that room. Bad, bad vibes as soon as I stepped into it. I didn't even believe in places being haunted, but that room made me start to consider it. It was always so much colder than the rest of the clinic. Poor insulation I would tell myself. Doors would swing open on their own. It's just gravity, the doors aren't level I would tell myself. I would hear creaking floorboards when I knew there was no one else in the building, just the sleeping patients and myself. Old houses creak I would tell myself. I would think I saw shadows and lights out of the corner of my eye. Just my imagination. That one room kept getting infested with bugs, but never the other rooms. The TV in there kept breaking. The lightbulbs kept going out. The sleep study equipment would malfunction. The patients I put to sleep into that one room would complain. It was too cold, it felt creepy, they felt like they were being watched. No one ever complained about the other bedroom in the clinic.
I worked nights in that clinic for a couple years. Finally one day at the end of my shift, I woke up the patient who was sleeping in the "problem room". I knew she slept poorly based on her sleep study. I asked her how she was feeling. She told me she didn't sleep well because she kept dreaming over and over again that there were bodies in the walls. I could tell she was scared. I couldn't take it anymore after that. After the patients left, I had to go back in that room and clean it up as I trembled and thought about how I was all alone in the building. When I finished up, I literally ran out of the building to my car. I decided to finally quit. Turns out I didn't have to. The doctor decided to close that clinic. I only had to work another two or three nights there. Thankfully on those nights I only had one patient so I was able to put them in the good bedroom and leave the problem room alone.
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