Have you ever had something eerie and inexplicable happen to you? Maybe you sensed something (or someone) that wasn’t there. Or you had a premonition of what's to come and everything started to fall into place, just as you imagined.
The realm of the supernatural touches on all that can’t quite be explained or accounted for, and it often leaves us with goosebumps too. From moments of clairvoyance to ghostly apparitions, there are strange forces at work that go beyond our understanding of the natural order.
A popular post on Reddit asked people to share their own experiences with the supernatural and Bored Panda has collected the most spine-chilling ones. Read on for some stories that might keep you awake at night.
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When I was a kid (about 10-12ish) I was carrying a load of laundry upstairs home alone while mom was out doing errands. We have this weird carpet runner over our hard wood stairs that's only really attached at the top of the flight but otherwise not fitted or secured to each individual stair, so naturally I step on an air bubble of carpet with my vision obscured by the laundry and fall backwards while bear hugging a bunch of blankets.
I specifically remember thinking "welp, guess I'm about to die" while almost airborne with just my big toe left on the carpet when I felt two hands, one on either side of my shoulder blades, give me a firm shove that launched me back up on the step and diagonally against the stair rail. I assumed mom somehow silently came back early without announcing herself and turned around to thank her while still clinging to the railing, but no one was there. I scurried upstairs to put my things down while calling her name and walked the house afterwards to check if any doors were unlocked or if her car was there. I finally resorted to calling her cell where she told me she was hitting up a few more stores. It still feels like there's a presence on that stairwell- like someone's watching but in a protective way rather than sinisterly.
Had something similar, not nearly as dramatic. I was home sick as a teenager, worst flu ever. Parents weren't home and I was so thirsty but had hardly the strength to put one foot in front of the other to the kitchen. The kitchen was behind a closed door. As I finally reached it I thought, I am never gonna be able to turn this k**b, it gets stuck and is a bit of an effort even when I'm well. Suddenly there was a loud click and the door just opened completely. I was so thirsty I just said thanks and went to the sink to drink 2 full glasses of water. Half way thru the second glass I realised what had happened and while my heart skipped a few beats I felt suddenly really safe and cared for in the home alone.
that happened to me shortly after my father died. i was at the top cement stair to our front door, loaded down with packages. when i opened the screen door, i lost my balance and was falling over backwards. i felt my father's hand on my back push me forward. there was no mistaking it was his hand.
Someone died this way once, and stayed there afterwards to make sure nobody else would.
In 1882, the Society for Psychical Research was founded in the United Kingdom. It was the first organization of its kind to officially observe supernatural occurrences from a scientific and scholarly viewpoint. Their work includes study into psychic abilities such as telepathy and clairvoyance, as well as the phenomena of hauntings and communication with spirits.
However, the society is a controversial one and the greater scientific community has criticized it for producing inconclusive results in its long history. But although science has yet to prove, disprove or explain such supernatural phenomena, there are many who believe in the existence of the intangible. And the stories shared here highlight some recurring beliefs, such as psychic intuition.
Super minor compared to many in this thread.
Night before thanksgiving 3 years ago I was across the country at my parents, driving back to theirs with my now-wife from a friends house. As we draw near, there is some type of bundle in the middle of the road. I stopped and pulled off to move it, and it turned out to be a barred owl that got clipped by a car. Long story short I spend the rest of that night getting the owl into a puppy cage, gave it some food and water, and the next day dropped it off at a wildlife rescue center.
I got home the next week, all the way across the country (New Jersey to Oregon). I stepped outside and there was a barred owl sitting on my fence watching me. It was gone by the time I got back. But now I know I'm straight with all owls.
Once you've rescued something, they come back to visit you on the regular. I was headed out to run an errand one morning and saw a baby mourning dove sitting on the roof of the car next to mine, with its mama calling to it from the townhouse nearest it. I said hello to both (I'm weird that way), got in my car, and headed out. When I got back home about half an hour later, the baby bird was sitting at MY front door (which was not visible from where the birds were before). Waiting for me, obviously. I put him in my back yard, built him a shelter, gave him food and water. He stayed with me for a couple weeks until he was comfortable with flying, and for the rest of that year and for some years after that, a mourning dove would come and sit on my fence and coo at me for several minutes.
Might have been a frantic owlmother hoping to get her fledgling back.
I'm straight with the crows in my area, I feed them and they gather in my garden sometimes, still not had any gifts yet.
To find out more about the phenomena, Bored Panda spoke to one such psychic intuitive—Chanda Parkinson. She uses her skills to guide others and teaches them how to explore their own gifts. She’s recently published her first book Meditations for Psychic Development which provides practical exercises for those looking to grow in their spirituality.
Chanda told Bored Panda what being a psychic means to her. She said, “The word ‘psychic’ comes from the Greek word for ‘the soul’. People who are psychic see and know things that are of the unknown, and they often tune into different aspects of someone's soul.”
“For example, psychics can receive specific information about someone's mission, spiritual gifts, upcoming opportunities, and challenges to overcome.”
One night I had a dream about my Grandpa (who had died almost 20 years prior). We were in his home, and he kept telling me “we need to clean the house, we need to get the house ready.” When I asked him why, he just said “she’s coming home”.
My Grandma, his wife of 50 years, died the next day.
My friend’s grandma died last weekend. Before she wet to bed she said to her daughter: “ I’m going to bed with my husband an you go with yours”. The daughter thought it odd because her father had died 40 years before. She never woke up. I think is super sweet, she went to be with her husband.
My grandpa said the same thing, when my uncle left, my grandpa told him to take care of the girls. He has 2 daughters (my mum and aunt, and his wife of course)
Load More Replies...I had a similar dream just before my father died. Sat straight up in bed and was out the door to drive the several hours to his house. He died minutes before I arrived.
Oh gosh, a very similar thing like that happened to me
Load More Replies...Several years ago we were with our group of friends, telling ghost stories. Afther a while, one of my friends said: "Oh come on, all this paranormal stuff is just bullsh*t." And as soon as he finished this sentence all the wall mountend bookshelves behind him came crashing down with an incredible bang.
I once saw a video interview of some hospice workers from back in the 90's. The following could have been a bald faced lie by the nurse (or patient's family), but she certainly seemed sincere. If you have the slightest bit of faith, you'll never forget this story. (I may have to continue it in a reply.): A middle aged woman was dying of cancer. She was admitted to hospice. She was adamant her mother not be told. Her mother was elderly and lived out of state. One day, the elderly mother showed up on the doorstep of her daughter's house, suitcase in hand. She told her family she knew her daughter needed her and demanded to see her. The mother claimed that a day earlier, she walked into her living room, & in broad daylight, there stood her husband who'd died years earlier. He said to her, "(Jane) needs you. You have to go to her now.". He then just faded away...
... The mother knew in her heart she was losing her daughter, so she packed her bags and flew across the country to take care of her. And according to the nurse, that's exactly what she did. This little old lady stayed by her daughter's side, brushing her hair, holding her hand, talking to her, comforting her until she passed.
Load More Replies...Although, dreams are a weird one because its often the place our unconscious and subconscious come to play. She might have known her grandmother was going to die. Coincidentally, she had the dream the night the gran died. However, I approve of this reasoning because sometimes believing in a little bit of magic keeps the light alive.
It isn't magic or paranormal . It's science. Fully healthy people die & people know either with dreams or just with knowing. The science is still crude so it treats it as either something beyond or a coincidence . But when a lif eis about to leave if ur particularly sensitive or close it just pulls on the thread of the great web & u know it. It's energies. People like to call it whatever but as is a science for outside there is a science for inside. What u call magic u don't even imagine what is done with it
Load More Replies...Even when it's expected, nobody really knows the exact moment, unless it's euthanasia.
Load More Replies...My husband and my father-in-law booked a flight to go to their country. We explained my mother-in-law she could'nt go with them because of her health problems. She said:"I am going with them!" A few weeks later (6 days before the departure) I was the whole morning with her and when I left, I felt the need to give her extra kisses, so I did. My sister-in-law left behind me and said to her mother: "I'm going home!" Her mother answerd:"Me too, I am going home!" My sister-in-law said to her mother that she was already in her home. 2 hours later my father-in-law called me and said his wife passed away. The insurance company arranged the repatriation of the corpse to be burried in her country. What turned out? The repatriation was with the same flight my husband and father-in-law booked weeks before! Then we remembered her words: "I am going too!"
Yeah i feel like my dreams always predict the future that’s why when I have bad dreams I sob because usually at least one thing form my dream comes true.
My granddad died when I was 7, but, per his own words, I was his absolute favorite (partially because I am the splitting image of his mother, even into adulthood). When I was 21, I was set to give birth to my first son. I was about to get into the elevator to L&D when a man came in saying that he a volunteer and he'd help me and my husband find our way. The elevator was slow, but we spent the time talking about what a blessing children are and how they grow up so fast. Here's the thing: he looked and sounded exactly like my grandad - same stature, same blue-grey eyes, same faint Scottish-Canadian accent, same khakis, checked shirt, and sky blue cardigan. Even spookier is that the nurses said they don't have any older male volunteers in that particular building. I don't really believe in ghosts but I am absolutely certain granddad paid me a visit that night.
My departed dad and I had a falling out, He visited me months later after having passed, He was happy bathed in a golden light and he did not talk, but did communicate with me silently that All was good and that he was not angry or upset anymore and forgave me. As I had him.
I was legit picturing the grandad up in heaven or whatever with a hall pass and having a conversation like, "Shouldn't you try not to look like yourself? You're going to freak them out," and him going "Pffffsh, they'll just assume it's someone who *looks* like me, at least until they're past the point where freaking out seems reasonable. They'll just go with it."
Load More Replies...Sorry, even at 7 years old, you'd know what your grandfather looked like and be able to remember that at age 21, I certainly can and I'm 58. So, yes although the hospital stated there were no elderly volunteers, I think if I'd seen the guy, I'd know if it was the ghost/spirit of my grandfather
It was your dear Granddad's spirit visiting you. Please accept my deepest condolences on his passing.
She gives her interpretation of why many feel they have psychic abilities and believes that there is something within us responsible for it. She said, “A foundational component of both psychic and intuitive gifts is the belief that there’s a receiving mechanism inside of us (sort of like our own sixth-sense antenna) and each of us receives through this mechanism or antenna differently.”
“Intuition is slightly different than psychism, but they work in harmony with one another,” she explained. “Intuition is how our internal compass responds to stimulus in our environment. Intuition manifests as a gut feeling, or in symbols which offer us messages of guidance to either validate or counter the choices we are making.”
I have … quite a few actually. But one that happened pretty recently stands out.
I grew up in a very rural area. Mostly crop farms everywhere. About a mile from my parent’s house, there was this old abandoned farm house that all the area kids said was haunted. They would sneak into the house after dark, all the typical stupid kid crap, but I believe there are things in this world better left alone and never went.
Years pass, the house fell into disrepair and was eventually torn down, leaving an old weathered barn. Well, I make a little side money selling photos of abandoned places, so I wanted to take a picture of the barn. I parked on the road and was walking up the drive, I made it about ten feet before I just could not walk any further. My feet wouldn’t move forward, my adrenaline spiked and I burst into tears. So I turned back and ran to my car. I didn’t feel safe until I got past a nearby creek you have to cross to get there.
I let it go, but a few months later we had to drive past the property after having Christmas dinner with my parents and there was a creature standing in the drive. It reminded me of the Faun from Pan’s Labyrinth, just super tall with a wide head and horns or antlers, but the eyes were more on the side of the head.
Again adrenaline kicked in and I burst into tears, but I was trying to keep it together because I didn’t want to freak out my kids. My husband asked if I was okay, I just said “you saw that, right”
“Yep”
“Was it human”
“Nope”
I refuse to drive that road ever again.
Growing up rural... you'd be amazed what, in bad light, a deer or bull can look like. Or a tree. It's freaky, yes, but .... let's just all take a breath, and remember that she was trained to think of that as a "bad place" as a child. That does a *lot* to our reactions even decades later.
That they are. And Pan is the root word for panic ;)
Load More Replies...It's called "shut down" it happens to first responders when in high stress situations. They shut down emotionally and start task management, short simple words and route skills only.
Load More Replies...As one priest I know used to say, that we do not believe in them, doesn't mean that they do not exist. They means fairies, small folk, good people... Call them whatever you want, you get the idea.
Yep, when I saw something similar in the outback I had to check with my daughter that she saw something as well..... helps to know I wasn't going crazy.
That spirit was warning you to stay away from that place as it is not safe.
There's a story from when I was ~4-5 years old, my grandmother was looking through old family photos and asking me who the people were. We got to a picture of my grandfather, and she asked me who he was, and I said, "Pop poppy Jim!". He died suddenly at home when my mother was 10, in the same house we lived in, so I never met him. She asked me how I knew that, I told her, "oh he comes and tucks me in and tells me he loves me sometimes after you go to bed".
I guess many people consider this kind of things normal, and rather comforting. I do.
Good for you. There is so much more good to this world that we don't often see or hear.
Load More Replies...According to my family, I would ‘talk’ to my great grandfather who died before I was born when I was 2-3 years old. I pointed him out in a photo album when they were looking through them one day. My daughter also did the same thing with my gram who died when my daughter was 9 months old. She would talk to someone and later when she was about 5 or so, we looked through albums and she pointed to my gram and said, that’s the lady I always talk to; she got sick and had to leave but comes back to talk. I love that my family openly believes in this stuff!!!!
My aunt (by marriage) was in the kitchen getting breakfast ready one morning when my cousin walks in and says "Poppy came to see me, he says he loves you". My aunt absent mindedly replied something like oh that's nice and kept going. About an hour later she got a call that he dad, who lived in another country had been killed on the family farm and not found for several hours. Poppy still pops in to check on his grand kids and great grand kids today
My deceased father comes around the family home from time to time. We know it's him because we smell his particular brand of cigars, his cologne (which no one in the family but he wore, and we've verified there is none whatsoever in the house), and we hear the very specific-to-dad shuffling sound of his slippers up and down the hallways. I've even caught a glimpse of him reflected in the tv screen when it was turned off. He was a big man in life, 6'4" tall and about 240 lbs, and I was alone in the house when I saw his reflection in the tv screen. It was very clearly him. He was a good man, a loving husband, father, and grandfather. His spiritual presence is a great comfort because his death was very sudden, unexpected, and a huge tragedy for our family.
This one is more sweet than creepy. I miss my grandpa and wouldn't mind if he 'stopped by' from time to time to tuck in my kids.
For a long time we lived in my grandparents house, and my grandpa had passed away there. He'd check up on us when someone who wasn't immediate family spent the night.
Load More Replies...I had a sister that died when she was just an infant due to heart problems, I was born a year later, healthy. When I was 4 my grandma was rocking me and patting my back and she said something like, wow your heart sure is beating fast. I don't remember any of this but my Grandma said that I replied, "yeah, I got a good one this time." Pretty weird
I worked at a place that made angel products. The owner’s grandson would come in. Once he was shown a pic of his grandfather, who died before he was born. He said, “oh, he’s the guy in the hallway!” Apparently the child had seen him frequently at the office.
Bored Panda also spoke to Dr. Divi Chandna, who has similar beliefs on using intuition in our path to growth. She’s the founder of the Center of Mind Body Spirit Medicine which offers life coaching based on her experience as a medical professional and her belief in psychic intuition. She’s co-authored You Don’t Look Psychic which helps people to discover their talents and learn how to use them in their everyday lives.
Dr. Divi said, “We all have untapped psychic abilities that we are barely using. Even seasoned veterans of intuition who use it in their profession will tell you that they can strengthen their ‘muscles’ and make their abilities stronger.”
“I am the classic example of someone who didn’t ‘know’ she had psychic abilities and ‘woke’ mine up. I spent thirty-five years (ten of which were spent working as a physician) without knowing of them. Now, my profession relies on my psychic intuitive abilities!”
Many years ago, my parents had separated and my father was planning on taking a trip across the country to California. He was pretty excited about it.
I talk to him the day before he's leaving, wish him well and tell him I'll talk to him after he get's to California.
The day of his trip, he calls me and tells me he decided last minute not to go. Refuses to really get into why. Just says he changed his mind. Seemed really odd for something that he had been planning for a couple months.
That night I'm sitting at my girlfriends house and we're watching the news, and they report that US Air Flight 1493 - the flight my dad was supposed to be on - collided with another aircraft while landing in Los Angeles. About 25% of the people on the flight were killed. Hard to know how my Dad would have made out, because it really depended on where you were sitting (front vs. back of the plane).
It was several months before he finally told me that night before he was supposed to leave, he had an extremely vivid dream that he died in a fiery plane crash. So vivid that it scared him out of flying that day.
My dad is a marine corps Vietnam veteran who saw combat. I can only imagine how vivid the dream must have been, to scare him out of getting on that plane that morning.
Believe it or not I've never actually watched Final Destination. Now I HAVE to see it!
Maybe, for your sanity, you should not see it. You'd be a wreck. (no pun intended) every time your dad left the house
Yep, neither would I recommend. It's quite good and funny if you appreciate dark humour, but really upsetting to anyone who has actually been in a accident or lost people in some.
Load More Replies...My dad passed away in 1993. We had a falling out. He passed away shortly after the falling out. A few months after his funeral, I was still saddened. I could not shake the feeling I had missed the opportunity to make amends with my father. One night I had a vivid dream I was in my dad's favorite store SEARS. My dream had me in SEARS standing in the men's department near this huge round rack of jeans. I was looking towards the wall of the store, then all of a sudden a bright gold light illuminates the whole area. I turn and there is my Dad, walking toward me, he does not speak, he just walks past me with a smile on his face. I turn and he is gone. But what remained was the following: Randall, I love you and our falling out is meaningless and I forgive you. I woke up and knew he had come to ease my feeling of remorse are not having tried to make amends. I know God moves in ways, and I witnessed His power and grace.
I believe everyone has a bit of the sixth sense about them, it just presents stronger in some people.
I second that and agree with you 100%! I have a sixth sense that has gone off in regards to danger and other things!
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I had a dream once about my high school best friend who had moved out of state and started a family. I hadn’t seen her or spoken to her in at least 10 years and had never met her child, except seeing pictures/ posts on Facebook and commenting on them. In my dream I was walking down a street at night and out of nowhere her little girl appears next to me and I asked her, “Where is your mama? Why are you by yourself?” I remember her taking me to some bushes near a random house on the street and finding my friend in bad shape (beaten up or something) on the ground and I remember running to the door of the random house screaming for help and to call the police. This is all I can recall from the dream but I think there may have been a little more.
The next day, I wake up and think to myself, man that was weird. Maybe I dreamt of her because we had just spoken a little in comments of a Facebook post, I should send her a message. I go on about my day, go to work, get home later that day and sit on my couch and scroll through Facebook.
BAM. 1000 posts— Rest In Peace, etc - All of them tagged my friend and her daughter. I thought WHAT IN THE ACTUAL F*CK!?!? At that point there was no information as to what had happened, so I thought it must have been a car accident or something. Over the course of the next few weeks to months, more and more information came out and it was NOT an accident. My friend and her sweet baby had been murdered by some animal (I won’t refer to them as a person).
This happened about 5 years ago. I still remember the main parts of the dream vividly. I still am a little horrified that I had this dream that night. When it was happening possibly. I haven’t been able to tell anyone else about it either because just thinking about it gives me chills.
Comparing this monster to an animal is even insulting to the animals
Not really a dream, for me, but I hadn't gone on this website for a while. Two years, in fact. It was a forum type thing, a really nice arrangement for homeschoolers like me to talk to fellow students. When I first joined up, I talked to this girl who had the username of "Evenstar". She helped me, supported me, aided me in my attempts to be an author. I stopped going on there in late 2018. Around June of 2020, I decided to go back on. The Creative Writing forum displayed a message that dedicated it to my friend Evenstar, whose real name was Isabella Auer. Then I started noticing the RIP messages. My best friend on that website had gotten brain cancer in 2019, dying April 2020. If I had gone back on that website just a few months earlier, when my mother was advising me to, then I would've been able to talk to her one last time.
Please accept my deepest condolences. Don't blame yourself. You had no way of knowing that your dear friend would die that soon.
Load More Replies...This gave me goosebumps from word "BAM". And still having goosebumps as I type this. I hope they get justice they deserve. May murderer rot in prison forever.
Please accept my deepest condolences. Don't blame yourself. You had no way of knowing what you dreamt was a horrible premonition.
Woke up one in the middle of the night to a man standing next to the bed staring at my SO. He was slightly translucent and I figured it was just another sleep paralysis episode (had them before so knew the drill), and rolled over and went to go back to sleep. Normally being able to move isn't part of sleep paralysis, and immediately my heart began to race as i realized i need to roll over and check what i saw. Person was still standing there, staring at my SO, then he made eye contact with me. Stared at me for a while before turning around and walking to the wall, slowly fading away with each step.
Next morning SO wakes up looking like shit and said she had the worst night sleep because she kept having the feeling that someone was watching her. Glad we no longer live in that house.
That sounds exactly like a night terror. Those cause you see things that aren't there and they're persistent until you either wake up enough to realize that your brain is messing with you or just go back to sleep and let the dream continue in your head instead of messing with your perception of reality.
Wakes up. Sees transparent man. Rolls over and goes back to sleep. Power move.
Something like that happened to me once. I usually have stuffed animals around the edge of my bed so that ghosts don't watch me, and this one night two of them fell off. While I was sleeping I kept on feeling like I was being watched exactly where the stuffed animals were missing and kept on waking up, not fully but enough to open my eyes, see a figure watching me, and fall back asleep moments later. It went away at about 7 am and I haven't seen it since.
Dr. Divi believes that learning to harness this intuition within us can provide us great benefits. She said, “It is well worth it: a life with stronger intuition is so much happier and more free than one without. Decisions get easier, life gets easier and we can flow more with everything life is throwing at us.”
So, what’s her advice for maximizing our potential with said abilities? She said, “The biggest step towards waking up our intuition is a desire for it. In addition, meditation is a very important tool so that we can ‘quiet the mind’ to become aware of the ways in which our intuition is operating.”
Chanda also agreed with this sentiment. She highlighted the importance of individual study to find the best qualities within ourselves. She said, ”It can be confusing and distracting to work within a group environment or class format, especially as a beginner.”
“Everyone comes in with a different level of skill and when I was unable to perform in a group environment, I was easily discouraged about my own capabilities. When I stepped out of that and went within, and listened, and discovered new ways to learn and grow, it was ten times more successful.”
Whilst we may not be seeing into the future any time soon, being in touch with our thoughts and senses is something that everyone can learn. And who knows, maybe if we listen hard enough, we might just hear a voice guiding us on our path.
Was in college walking to class. Went to cross a busy street and a hand grabbed my shoulder (quite hard) and stopped me. A car zoomed by that would’ve killed me. Nobody was behind me or anywhere close enough to have stopped me. Guardian angel?
No pressure for how to live the rest of your life.
Load More Replies...Absolutely a guardian angel! My daughter had a VERY severe wreck 9 years ago, she was hit head-on by a drunk driver and the first cop to arrive told her he expected to find a corpse, not a living, breathing woman. She told me that just before the crash she felt several hands holding onto her arms and shoulders, holding her back in her seat, plus there was a weight on her lap that was the exact same weight as my dog Peanut...who had passed away in his sleep the day before.
Unvoluntary muscle contraction. You probably noticed the car on some level and your body went into survival mode before you even realized it.
This is very likely! Though we rely heavily on sight and sound, our sense of touch is actually quite prevalent in our reflexes. Likely felt the car's vibration as it approached through the pavement and reacted instinctively to it.
Load More Replies...i had a somewhat similar feeling once. Not going much into detail, but i did feel a grab on my shoulder and a vision of feathers
I had something like that happen while driving, I was about to pull out, and something made a meeping sound behind me in the car. I jerked around to see if some critter had gotten into my car, and a car whipped through the intersection where I'd just been about to enter. It totally hadn't been in sight when I looked.
Working as night security for a small office at a sanitation plant. Building was a single entrance and you had to check in at the security station to get in or out. A worker shows up and checks in saying he needs to take care of a few things and grab some stuff. So I check in his ID and flip a few lights for him then go back about my business.
Fast forward a few hours and my shift is about to end, I still haven't seen the guy come back. So I go patrol the building to find him and literally can't find him anywhere. He's not in any of the areas I turned lights on for him, no other lights are on, and he's not in any other rooms. I stop by security to see if we just missed each other and he's trying to leave, but nobody is there. I do a second patrol and still no signs. At this point I went to check cameras to see where he went, but he's not on a single camera except the one covering the entrance and security station. He turns down a hallway and never shows up on the next camera down said hall. At this point I logged it as an incident, and GTFO right as the relief shift showed up.
Next day my boss calls me and says that worker had been on vacation out of state for several days, and wouldn't return for several more. Nobody could offer any explanation to what happened.
Maybe he came to work in a different reality and there was a glitch in the matrix where you could observe that?
That's what I thought. Before I knew about matrix, I figured that the earth shuddered on its axis from time to time. Which it actually does, sort of. Read about it.
Load More Replies...Sounds interesting but then, it doesn’t say what he asked or said to the worker when he returned from vacation. I’d like to know that part too.
I like your thinking. Main suspect should be the boss. Do we have more than his word about him being on vacation???
Load More Replies...I had a somewhat similar experience. When I was 12 we were on our annual camping trip on the Allagash in northern Maine. It is very remote and in ten years camping out there we rarely encountered other people. I was walking along the path from our campsite to the outhouse, looking at the ground, when I heard a thrashing noise ahead of me. I looked up and there was a man just next to the path at the edge of the trees with a long-handled ax that he was thrashing around him at the bushes he was in. He was wearing a maroon shirt and green shorts, the same that my dad was wearing that day, but my dad was out fishing at that moment. The man was mostly facing away from me but I could see that it wasn't my dad. I was startled and rather alarmed at this frantic behavior with an ax so I jumped into the trees on the opposite side of the trail and waited. It soon went quiet and I eventually poked my head out. No one was there. I looked around in the immediate area, no one. -continued in Reply-
I went to the outhouse and then back to the campsite. I checked to see if my dad was still out in the canoe and he was. No one else in my group had seen or heard anyone. To this day I have no idea where that ax man came from or where he went, or what the heck he was doing.
Load More Replies...He was probably asleep and had an OOBE, an Out Of Body Experience. You saw his spiritual body.
Something glitchy like this happened to me once. This one time, it was like 8am and ik it wasn't a ghost or spirit contacting me bc it sounds a lot different but I heard my mom yelling at me to get up because I was in trouble and heard her stomping down my hallway and it faded to a stop as soon as the sound hit around my doorway. I was so shook bc I know I heard it and it sounded exactly like her.
Its been my experience that many places of workship are haunted AF...
I was about 15 and trying to sleep but having an asthma attack. Late in the night I started hearing a rhythmic breathing from the floor next to the bed. It wasn't scary, more comforting. And it wasn't me, because my breathing sounded way more fucked up than that. It helped me calm down and get to sleep, even though I was still sick (I was able to get my hands on an inhaler in the morning). At the time I thought it was a friendly ghost. I later rationalized that maybe I was hearing a family member through the heating ducts. What I realized years later, when I had a dog, was that it had sounded exactly like a big dog sleeping next to the bed. So now I'm 50/50 on whether a ghost dog came to visit me, or my own dog time traveled back about ten years before she was born to comfort me.
Eh, I've learned not to put too much stock in phantom sounds. Our brains are entirely capable of producing auditory hallucinations at will, and mine does so frequently at night (particularly during night terrors).
It was your dear dog's spirit coming to comfort you as they knew they would be united with you after they were reborn.
Already posted this a year and a half ago but i'll go again. I have to make a bit of a premise, when i was little the woman that came to clean my house (i'll call her Mary) while my parents where working was also my babysitter, usually after she ended up cleaning she would bring me to her house until my mom would come and pick me up. There during the year i knew her whole family, among these was her husband that i'll call Dave. So Dave was a pretty cool guy, just the average elder you would find in any rural town, he liked to drink wine with his friends at the bar, go hunting and he had a lot of good and interesting stories to tell me when i was a kid, and after all these years spent togheter he basically considered me as a grandson. Now back when covid hit for the first time in my country i had a dream one night where Mary was coming to my house to clean as every other week, but this time in my living room there was a closed black coffin. When i asked her what was in there she looked at me and said in a sad tone: "Dave is inside there". Now if that wasn't strange enough i remember waking up later that night and feeling a presence to the side of my bed, and i distinctly remember to have said while still being half asleep: "Come on Dave let me get back to sleep". Next morning when i woke my parents told me that Mary had called saying that Dave had passed that night due to covid complication, to this day i still haven't told anyone about it and i am still a bit freaked out from the whole story. Also sorry for format and grammar but i'm on mobile and english isn't my first language
"to this day still havnt told anyone..." "Already posted this a year and a half ago..."
If you hadnt mentioned it id never have known it wasnt ur first language... You.speak it better then i do!<im english
I agree with Kay blue. I saw my neighbors Dad on his porch one day. Not unusual. But in the next weeks paper I read his obituary. I mean, he looked good when I saw him, so I thought his death had been sudden. Turns out, he'd been in the hospital for weeks before he died. He'd just stopped by to see his only son once more before moving on.
Dave's spirit just wanted you to know that he was okay and would be crossing over into his next life.
When I was going to my families home I got in a suv going down the road. This was in Bangladesh at the time and after taking the suv the next two hours would be a highway going down a forest. I was sitting shotgun and along the highway their was an old man walking down the highway. He was hitch hiking and the driver decided to pick him up. He insisted on sitting in my seat and obliged as he was an older man. About an hour down the drive our car collided with a bus and the shot gun seat was mangled up. We all got out and we looked around but we couldn’t find the old man that insisted on taking my seat anywhere. Stories like these aren’t rare but I didn’t believe them. We all know the man sat in my seat and we all saw him. But he was nowhere to be found. Edit: he just vanished. No blood. He was wearing ethnic attire which isn’t peculiar around that area. He didn’t speak at all, and we didn’t ask him anything either. He just said to drop him off at the market ahead which would be in the town my house was in. One thing that was weird was that he spoke in an oldish Bengali. Like a “old Bengali” that we’d see in poetry from the 1800s. I didn’t see it as peculiar cuz he seemed like an ascetic. Second edit: I have pics of the collision if you guys were wondering. Third edit: when I said he didn’t speak at all I meant during the ride, he didn’t say anything other than where he wanted to go and insisting on my seat.
Unlike you, native speakers learn to hear and speak words first, at young age, and only after some years they see how it is written. When you learn English as a 4th language, there is possibility you learn written form at the same time as spoken form. Or even that you only learn written form and never learn spoken form. That is why it is probably easier for you than for native English speakers to distinguish between those words. That said, person here is clearly Bangladeshi, so probably not native English speaker. And we don't know about their education. So we should cut them some slack, when it comes to proper grammar. I'm sure they are trying their best.
Load More Replies...This didn't happen to me, but a very nice old man and his wife used to live a few streets over from us. Well she got very sick and his son flew in to help watch and care for her. A few weeks later she moved to hospice and later died. The night she died her husband and son drive home and they were talking about what to do for the funeral and the husband asked, "Do you think she'd want (some person) to attend" and they both said they heard the dead mom/wife in the back seat say "no thank you"
My siblings and I all had the same dream on the same night a year ago. It was exactly one year after my mum died and we all had a dream about her and she was in the same place and was speaking to us. She reassured us that she was ok and she was with her mum and my dead siblings and that her dad is in the bad place.
The next day we all realised we had the same dream, we even all independently drew a picture of the place we saw her and wrote down the name of the place it resembled. Most of my siblings took that as an actual message from my mum but my youngest sister and I like to believe that we have all developed some freaky hive mind low level telepathy lol.
16 years ago when my grandpa died, my grandma saw him in a dream and tried to follow him wherever he was! He told her no it's not your time! 16 years later my grandma is still with us!
À votre santé, Grandma of Vicky Z, et en l'honneur du Grandpa of Vicky Z ❤ To her health and in his honour
Load More Replies...Omg!! The same thing happened to my sister and I after my dad died! I told him in my dream that my sister wanted to say goodbye too. He told me that he already did. The next day she called me and she had the SAME dream!!!
After my sister died I had the same dream, same night as my next door neighbor in which I got to talk to my sister on the phone and she told me that she was alright, and that everyone was with her (naming specific family members who had passed, both strictly religious and atheist,) everyone was ok, and that everyone was happy.
We often underestimate the power of our brains to synchronize when we have similar memories. Especially at times when you're very likely to be thinking about someone or something, multiple people who knew the person or thing in question well are likely to have very similar experiences in recollection.
Similar thing happened to me. I dreamt of my grandma. Scene was talking place at a place we both shared as the most joyful for both of us. So since then i'm strong believer that in the afterlife they take appearance of someone you may know (i.e. grandma = old; mom = adult; sibling = a child) and 'paradise' is shapeshifting aswel - a place that sparks joy
It was your dear Mom's spirit contacting you that she was okay. Please accept my deepest condolences on her passing and your dear siblings. I am not surprised her so-called dad was sent elsewhere to do time in spirit jail!
The only way I can explain this one is "wishful thinking."
My mom and dad were co-dependent, and they liked it that way. They didn't want other people (other than the kids). They were completely happy to be just wrapped up in each other. My dad died the day before his birthday in a hospice centre. Afterwards, it was like he was still home. His touch lamp beside his recliner would go on by itself. The recliner would rock like someone was getting in it. And sometimes, my mom or my sister would hear my dad saying, "Honey, fix me a cold drink?" That was exactly how he'd ask my mom to fill up his massive mug with Sprite over ice.
My mother died less than a year and a half later. After my mother died, there was never another sign of either of them being there. They've been gone now for close to 14 years now.
I'm sorry for your loss but no more contact might suggest that they are happy where they are now.
Electricity seems to be something people from 'the other side' can work. We have an electric night light candle in our bedroom and we often wake up to it being on - even after one of us turns it off. You have to switch it on and off with a definite click. We think it's my father-in-law. His wife - who we live with and care for had her 100th birthday on 5th September 2021 - we think he may be bored with waiting.
I have many, but here's the first that popped in my head. I was driving home from work after picking up my baby late at night. Not many cars around out on the country roads. The one stoplight out there was red for me so I stop. It turns green and have a sudden voice or thought or whatever in my head saying don't go yet!
Nothing is coming...I'm still sitting at the green light. Right as I let off the brake, a semi comes flying through his red light. I was shook.
Eighteen-wheeler. Tractor-trailer. Huge-AF lorry. In short: Juggernaut of death.
Load More Replies...Always listen to your Little Voice. Especially while driving. I didn't and was in an accident.
That has happened to me many times. Usually the light turns green and I don’t think about it, I just go. But so many time for some reason, I just sit there and, sure enough someone runs the light.
Your sixth sense was warning you all of those times!
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Me and my friend were walking back home after college, along the same route I always took every day. It was a 20 minute walk, some of which was a country lane. I left college with my friend at 4pm and we walked to my home. We never stopped or detoured. Somehow we arrived to mine at 7pm. Something like 2 hours and 40 minutes just disappeared like that.
We've never been able to explain what happened.
You were abducted by aliens, who performed heinous experiments on you, then returned you to the same spot. This happened to me the other morning - alarm went off and I thought I'll just have 10 more minutes and what felt like 10 minutes passed and it was an hour later. Pesky aliens! :D
These things happen. In all my years driving across the US state of Ohio to visit a relative, the trip takes 4.5 hours. At Christmas time several years ago the trip took about 90 minutes despite the road being a snowy mess. I wasn't speeding, and the other people in the car were wondering what happened.
It sounds like you were all victims of an alien abduction!
Load More Replies...Country lane, huh... Favourite joke of forest spirits. We, Russians, say they make you lose your way between three pines. My dad once met a man, who ended up in the same situation and was desperately trying to figure out how he got there and how is he going to explain to his wife... He seems to have offended wood dwellers by littering and fairies tend to have explosive tempers, so they just made him walk 10 km in couple of minutes.
I've experienced missing time also with no harm but a bunch of 'how?' questions.
Most likely explanation? Whatever clock they checked just before leaving was set to the wrong time. Could be the clock they check when they arrived was also wrong.
you crossed into an alternate universe. Happens to me and my man all the time.
My son (now 10) was 4 and was able to name my Grandmother, by name, by a picture of her when she was in her 20's that was in storage that my mom and I were going through. She died before my wife and I even met. He said she was the lady who taught him how to do his "silly laugh".
Context: his "silly laugh" as we called it was a laugh that sounded just like my Grandmother's. The reason it was so specific and "silly" was that my Grandmother had a brain aneurism when my mom was in her teens. It paralyzed the left of her body (including vocal chords and lips) and gave her a very distinct and odd sounding laugh.
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Load More Replies...My great-grandmother died when I was 5. About 12 years later, I was visiting her house, where my great-aunt still lived. I went to fetch a jersey from a wardrobe in one of the bedrooms. The wardrobe had a mirror on the door. Opened the door, took the jersey out and closed the door. I saw my great-grandmother's reflection standing next to mine in the mirror. I turned to check if she was really there, and she was. My great-aunt wasn't surprised; apparently she had seen her mother's spirit too.
My grandad was dying of lung cancer. My dad, mum and grandma were with him but I was 14 years old so I went to stay with my older sister whilst waiting for the end. Mum and dad came to see us in the morning to tell us he'd passed away during the night. A few weeks after the funeral dad is at work on night shift so it's just mum and myself at home. I was lying on the couch and mum was sat in an arm chair and there was an empty arm chair next to where mum was sitting and both were out of my line of sight. For some reason I turn my head and did a double take. Mum saw me and asked what I was bothered about. I'd seen my grandad sat in the empty chair with his legs crossed and his foot twitching up and down like he used to do. He'd disappeared when I looked again. The phone rang (making us both jump) and my sister said she thought she just saw grandad in her apartment. We were his only grandchildren and he adored us both. We think he just wanted to say goodbye to us.
Please accept my deepest condolences. It was your dear Granddad's spirit saying goodbye.
Load More Replies...I’m pretty sure I’d faint if I saw my dead grandmother or any other dead person in the mirror next to me.
I live in a city and my brother lives in another city that is around 1000 km away. He visits sometimes but not quite often. On an average of once every 2 years. On one day around 7 yrs ago i was sleeping on the couch in the living room at my apartment. I woke up suddenly on my brother sitting just beside me and i was shocked/surprised started greeting him and asking him about how is he doing and what pleasant surprise it was. Next thing i realise that this was a dream as the door bell was ringing which woke me. Went to open the door and guess what? It was my brother who came to surprise us! This literally had me speechless. Don't have any explanation and i think sometimes you dont need to have one.
At least this had happy ending! I was sure that the brother had died tragically
Many years ago, I used to sometimes see a man, or men, who reminded me of my brother. He didn't live in the same city. But always, after a few days of seeing men who reminded me of him, he would show up at my place, unannounced.
In SE Asian cultures, we believe that there each person has an invisible spiritual companion that looks exactly as we do. Perhaps that was the brother's spirit twin.
I get this often with contacting friends. I think of them, they call or text or email a second later. Once I was in the store and thought about someone I needed to talk to, and felt strongly she was in the store too, and when she came around the aisle a second later I had to act surprised.
My buddy and I were playing tennis one night at some courts by my house. Lights usually went out at 11, but for whatever reason that night they went off at a weird time, like 10:43. Whatever, that was weird, we collected our stuff and started walking to my car about 500 feet from the courts. My buddy’s mom pulls up right as we’re getting to my car and goes “Where the hell have you been? I called your cell and some guy was just laughing, it didn’t sound like you”. It was then my buddy realized he didn’t have his phone on him. He told his mom to call his cell again and we could see it light up in the middle of the court we were playing on (by the net, but still definitely in between the single lines, not at all where we kept the rest of our stuff). He goes and gets it and only has the one missed call from his mom, the one she just made. He asked if she called the right number and her call log showed 3 calls to his phone all that night. We can’t explain why the cell was on the court or what happened with the calls or what happened with the lights. It was surreal
Bold move. I probably would've just been like "nah, guess I'll get a new phone".
And my phone beeped while reading this! I got it out of my pocket but no notifications on it :O
My half-brother's phone rang twice and both times there was NO phone number showing and NO one on the line. This happened after his male partner, my brother-in-law, had passed on. I had a dream were my brother-in-law told me he would call my half-brother when he left and when he arrived.
Load More Replies...It was a male spirit making sure your friend's dear Mom got to you both.
All of the first born women on my mothers side of the family have repeated prophetic dreams that give us crippling vertigo and Dejavu shortly before they come true in real life. This has been going on forever as far as I can tell as my great grandmother remembers everyone being affected by this all the way back to her great grandmother at least. About a month before my grandfather died last October me my mother my grandmother and my great grandmother all had premonitions about the event all relating to the places where we were when we learned of his death. In my time this ability has also predicted my aunt being pregnant a full month before she informed anyone and the murder of a close family friend.
I am not surprised as the sixth sense can be passed down family lines. Please accept my deepest condolences on the loss of your close family friend. I hope that their killer was caught!
I had a dream at age 9 where I was walking through an alleyway with another boy (Who I didn't know at the time) having a conversation about School grades or something. 2 years later I meet this boy, and turns out he's a friend of my brother who's a year older than me, but it still didn't hit me yet that he was the one I was walking with in my dream. Another 3 years pass, we are now in Highschool, and all 3 of us are walking through the usual alleyway that we passed through to get home, then a conversation about School grades pop up and I get hit with the biggest realization and feeling of Deja Vu ever. I was reliving the dream that occurred 5 years prior and my memory of that dream became very vivid at that moment. They thought I was a mf Wizard predicting what they were gonna say a second before they speak. This happened 8 months ago, it was great.
I know the general feeling is sensibly explained yet I go to places I have never been before, never seen pictures of heard family talking, yet I get the 'deja vue'
Load More Replies...I had this in a school journey where we slept in rooms of 6 students per room. I dreamt what they said for about 1min, woke up and it ran exactly like my dream. For the last sentence i knew i said what john (name changed) said in my dream and added "you wanted to say that, right?" and he was surprised because i knew.
I hate Déjà vu, that feeling is my aura before a seizure. Even a mild feeling of it makes panic
I'm so sorry sweetie...I will pray for your relief from that hardship.
Load More Replies...I had some vivid (and horrid) dreams in my life. I hope they won't come true
Yeah, me too - living in weird collapsing apartments, or floating down a swollen city river in a trash bin with someone chasing me in another.
Load More Replies...Hey, I get that too! I thought I was alone! My brain randomly comes up with snippets of sentences, scenes, conversations, etc., and then eventually something happens that reminds me of when I had that exact same thing happen in my head. I always just brushed it off as being like fortune cookies, where it’s general enough anything could fit, or me remembering stuff that wasn’t actually what I dreamed about. Interesting.
This type of event runs in my family, I've had it happen many times to me, my mother and her mother also... We call them "future flashes" lol
When I was 12 I woke up with a start at 2:30 in the morning. I wasn't dreaming and didn't know why I woke up. My parents told me the next morning that my grandfather had had a heart attack and went for emergency surgery. He died at 2:30 in the morning.
I woke up feeling really sad at 2 in the morning and it was a that time my guinea pig died
Im sorry this sounds like i dont believe you i do but i was just wondering how you know when they died?
Load More Replies...Had exactly that when I was 7 - woke up in the middle of the night, wide awake, turned on my bedlight. A minute later the telephone rang with my aunt on it to tell that my grandmother just had died, she had been in hospital for weeks. I'm sure she came to me that moment to say Goodbye.
So I was too young to remember this first hand and we moved to a new house a month before I turned 2 years old to give you an idea of how young, but my parents told me that when we lived in our first house I would absolutely not go into my bedroom. I would put my hands and feet across the doorframe and scream bloody murder and no matter how hard my parents tried they could not get me into that room. One time my parents must have managed to actually get me in there, and I was crying my eyes out, my mum asks me what the matter was and apparently I just pointed to the corner and said "Funny man. Funny man in the corner". My parents let me stay in their room after that apparently.
*dusts hands* let's go commit some arson
Load More Replies...I would sleep in the room myself and see if I could see the funny man for myself. I really would.
For twelve years we lived in our old home. My son had night terrors and used to wake up screaming. Not often, but enough to be a thing. The times I would go into his room to comfort him, I'd lay on his bed with him. Not once could I get to sleep. There was something in that room. I couldn't place it, but I'm glad we moved. I tried everything from Santo Paulo to Sage, crystals to candles. Nothing worked. We are happy here in our new home.
Had a premonition I'd be involved in a car accident one morning on the way to work as I got out of bed. It was a very strange thought and I considered taking an alternate route but did not. As I got onto the highway it was raining and a car flew past me, hydroplaned, and slammed into my car.
Well, i would have thought "if i'm going to be in a car accident, i'm going to be in a car accident." i would just assume if i went a different route, the accident would happen there.
Load More Replies...My daughter called me at work in a panic, begged me to come home NOW, so I went to my boss & made something up so I could leave 30 minutes early. Had I not, I would have been exactly where a huge pileup happened on the interstate, a few deaths and several severe injuries. We both have the gift, but we don't usually "see" as it pertains to ourselves, only as it pertains to the other.
Wow. Hope this gift will not be necessary too often.
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I was home alone in high school. It looked like car headlights where shining through our kitchen door which didn’t make sense because it was next to a field. I looked out the kitchen door and the lights where coming from about 50 feet off the ground. It was a row of 3 white lights and 1 red light. I opened the door and there was complete silence and the whole field was lit up. I closed the door quickly, turned around and it was gone.
THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE *Cue The X-Files Theme*
Load More Replies...It might have been a drone, at one point during a road trip we saw weird lights in the sky above the road and after lots of googling figured out that there was a military drone test flight going on around there. Not saying it’s military, unless you’re in the middle of nowhere it’s probably some quadcopter toy that a YouTuber souped up with fancy lights.
In fact, from the picture I can actually see the outline of a quadcopter, and I’m guessing the two dimmer lights behind it on the red side are maybe something attached to the top that has long tails for some reason?
Load More Replies...I saw something VERY similar to this photo in Colorado about 25 years ago on C-470.
I was home alone one afternoon, in high school, and mum had always told me not to answer the door to anyone. Guy knocks on the door and asks for my mum, I told him she wasn't home (I know!), so he asked to leave his business card. I opened the door and took the card. His name was Brian Killingbeck. Check my name.
I had a sort of demonic mask on my shelf, and one day while I was working at my desk no more than four feet away from it, it just flew off the shelf and shattered on the floor. It didn't just fall off the shelf, it was like someone threw it across the room. The baffling part to me is that I am the one who made the mask. So I know it's not cursed by some voodoo hex or something.
I was close to an elderly neighbor who was murdered. The day he died, two different things fell off the wall of my room. A poster my friend had made, covered in images of coffins, came untaped from the wall. And a mirror covered in skulls fell inexplicably from the nail it was hung on and shattered. RIP, Gene.
A family friend of ours, Gary, was terminally ill with cancer. He was a father figure to me and one of the few adult males from my previous life (I am a recovering alcoholic) that fully understood me. A friend and myself were in Moab, UT and found a hostel to sleep in for the night. I had a dream about Gary. He looked amazing, completely healthy and back lit and was wearing a multi-colored sweater. He looked at me with concern in his eyes, pointed backwards and said, "I'm not doing too good." I woke up a bit shaken because it felt SO REAL. I told my girlfriend about the dream and she asked if I needed to call my mom to see how he was doing. I told her that it wasn't necessary because I knew they would call me if Gary passed. That day we drove from Utah to Colorado and stayed in another hotel. About 5 AM I woke up and my phone was ringing. I could see that it was my mom and I already knew what she was going to tell me. She broke the news that Gary had passed and I basically explained to her that Gary came and told me goodbye. I'm tearing up IRL right now writing this... The picture that his wife picked for his obituary was Gary in that multi-colored sweater he was wearing when he came to me in my dream.
This one hit me. I had vivid daydreams about my wife dying in childbirth through her whole pregnancy. She had to get induced 2 weeks early for high BP. After 18 hours of stalled labor they said they needed to do a C Section. After my daughter was born, my wife (who is a doctor) says, “don’t panic, but the drug they just ordered, I’m bleeding out” We had long discussions before the birth that if they baby had to go to recovery I would go with the baby, no matter what. I told her I loved her and followed the baby. It was the longest hour of my life. My wife is healthy and fine. But she said she saw the look in my eyes that I truly believed I was saying goodbye and it broke her heart.
Hooray for miracle doctors/nurses/surgeons! It seems that they didn't just do their jobs, but helped a whole family overcome a terrible destiny.
My brother passed away in 2018 suddenly, about 3weeks after I was having surgery on my hand I was waking up from surgery and my brother was standing in the door way, I started freaking out and the nurses were thinking I was in pain but I couldn't tell them my dead brother is over there, he visited again when I was in labour last year he told me he was so proud of me and that I can do it because I'm srong like a viking... I was in labour on his birthday and gave birth at 1.12am.
How about you stop being a grammar nazi and ENJOY THE ARTICLE. What are you, an english teacher?
Load More Replies...Woke up, needed to pee, went back to my room and there was a thing next to my bed. I remember it was very dark and spindly (shaped almost like gollum) and its legs bent backwards and it seemed to have wisps of shadow coming off of it. I just stared at it for a few seconds before a woman's voice told me, "this isn't for you to see, you should go get a glass of water." So I turned my ass around and went to get a glass of water. I was in the kitchen, now awake enough to think it through, and convinced myself that it was our black fluffy cat. But then when I went back to my room and saw that my parents' door was closed, and remembered that they'd taken that cat in with them. I also remembered that I've seen that cat in the darkness before, and it doesn't look like weird gollum, it looks like a bowling ball with stub feet. So then I assumed I just dreamed it. Well, when I got back to my room, the book that I'd been reading before bed and had left on the pillow next to me was sitting in the middle of my bedroom floor. I've told this story before on Reddit and someone told me that they've seen the gollum critter too. I believe they said it was under their bed and that it had a lot of teeth.
"it looks like a bowling ball with stub feet" *snort laugh* poor kitty.
most likely a dream manifested from you being half awake, I've gotten those two, I was once in the hospital when I had a bad flu while I was visiting Florida when I was seven and I saw a black mass standing at the door, it was shaped like a man or possibly a woman, some vague authority figure. it was not a nurse, the mass didn't look at me and then moved it it just stared at me for half an hour until I shut my eyes and woke up the next morning. My mom was sleeping behind me when it happened, I remember looking away and seeing her asleep. When I woke up I felt like a million bucks even though the doctors said it would take multiple days, did the mass heal me?
Not scary but still not explainable: When I was 22, I visited my Grandma in her retirement home at Christmas. She was well, nothing out of the ordinary. A few days later I travelled to my then-boyfriend across the country. Two days after New Year's I woke up at 2 am crying. And I just couldn't stop. I wasn't really sad or overly emotional, but the tears just kept streaming down my face. Nothing like that ever happened and I was kind of confused, as was my bf. I fell back asleep a few hours later. Three days later I was informed that my Grandma had died that night at about 2 am. Due to the divorce of my parents communication was difficult and we were only informed after the funeral. I don't believe in anything supernatural, but it's hard to wrap my head around, especially since nothing like this ever happend again.
When your eyes cry without you beeing sad, hurt or having any pain, the tears shred belong to someone who isn't able to cry anymore.
Our (17)dog was euthanized last year, miss her. I purged the house of all her stuff donating all to a local shelter. The other day I was in my room, started thinking about her and cried some. I looked at her picture a while, then noticed some piece of paper on the floor. It was receipt from the pet shop two years ago for dog treats. I'm puzzled because I have no idea where it came form, I don't save receipts and yet there it was laying in the middle of the floor in my room.
Our pets never completely leave us. Recently in a dream I saw my dog Florette - she died 15 years ago, which means she would be 31 years old now. I was confused about that in my dream, I could see her in a very vivid manner and instead of that impossible age I assumed she was 18, thinking "wow, that's pretty old for a dog already".
Yes, they do eventually leave us. I have had several of my cats visit me after they passed. One came back 3 times, because I was so torn up over his death. He chose to stay around longer. The 3rd visit, he made it clear that he needed to move on. It made me sad, but he couldn't stay with me forever.
Load More Replies...When I went off to college my parents sold my horse. The woman who bought him sold him within a year because of money problems. The next owner flipped horses for a living and said he sold my horse to a young girl. A friend of mine thought she had seen him at a horse show. Many years later I was in the shower when I had an overwhelming feeling of his presence. He had come to tell me that he had passed, but that he had a great life and was loved by another young girl. He told me not to grieve for him. It felt so real.
I don't know if I'd call it supernatural, but it was freaky and I still don't understand. I was in the kitchen cleaning up waiting for my kid's bus. I saw it pull up, and saw him get off. He didn't come in, but he'd started playing around with hiding under the window to jump out at me and say boo, so I thought that's what he was doing. But I walked out and he wasn't there. I called his name, and looked around the house thinking he was hiding from me, but I couldn't find him. I circled the house calling for him, and the parent panic set in. It probably only lasted 90 seconds but it felt a lot longer. Then his bus pulled up and he got off.
Was in my friend's mom's minivan, there were 4 of us and we we're just talking and laughing, then it got quiet for no good reason, and at the exact same time, all 4 of us put our seat belts on in complete silence. 5 minutes later the van got t-boned, we we're all fine and standing around this smashed van we looked at each other and talked about how weird it was.
Not a very big one, but here we go. Once when I was 13, I had an incredibly vivid dream. Beautiful colors, sunny skies, anyways, part of the dream there were these 2 bulls fighting in my house. The fighting was about as scary as a children’s book antagonist. I shooed them out and went on my merry way After waking up, I got ready for school and my mom started driving to town, out in the distance, I saw 2 bulls fighting… in the 9 years of living there, that’s the only time I saw it. I know my story’s pretty minor, but I still wonder about it
I had faced three different instances where I avoided getting run over by SUVs because I had to tie my shoe lace when I was 19. They happened within a span of 6 weeks.
Well when I was around 6 years old I was walking down the stairs no one was behind me and all of a sudden I remember getting chills then feeling a faint hand on my shoulder before I got basically pushed down the stairs, I was alright a few cuts and bruises nothing serious but I still remember the feeling of the invisible hand on my shoulder, it haunts me
The same happened to my friend in my own house. Around 2 am she was walking down the stairs to grab a glass of water when I heard her stumble down and breaking glass. I run as fast as I could to see if she is wounded and saw the fuc#ing 2x4mt aisle window shatered around her on the floor. She told me she felt somebody push her back. As she was falling downstairs she saw a white haired woman laughing at her, and then she heard me coming and asking if she was ok. No sign of the woman. Luckily my friend had nothing but a minor bruise. My mother commited suicide (hang herself) in those stairs years before and I'm convinced she pushed my friend down.
That might be complementary with the other story where the ghost prevented people from falling in the stairs.
Now I'm imagining the good ghost and bad ghost having tussle fights whenever someone takes the stairs.
Load More Replies...Woke up to a weird feeling, and saw an opaque silhouette of a little boy standing on the other side of the apartment facing me. I turned on my light and it was gone, when I turned my light off I saw it again. Flipped the light back on and went over there to make sure there was nothing that could be causing a weird shadow etc. There was nothing there that could have created that specific shape and it was standing in the pathway between my couch and wall so it couldn’t have been a shadow. I turned my light off again and it was there, flipped it back on and slept with the light on for the rest of the night. Couldn’t sleep without the light on for days lol.
A couple years ago my father's immediate family had a reunion in Minnesota. We stayed at a little cabin on a lake. Of course, sitting around the campfire my uncle was teling us all of his ghost stories which put me just a bit on edge. Later when I went back to my room to go to sleep, I flipped off the light switch, and immediately both closet doors popped fully open
Ha, that's nothing. I once flushed the toilet and my wife shrieked from the bathroom that she was burning in the shower.
I was very young when all this happened so I don’t have the clearest memories of it. But in the room I grew up in, apparently I used to scream bloody murder all night because of the ‘thing’ watching me in the room. I have very hazy memories of being comforted by my parents and I can also remember the feeling I had of knowing I was being watched. Well, when my dad finally paid off the mortgage to the house and received the deed we found out the last owner had died in that room. No idea if these events are connected, but whenever my husband has stayed in that house he’s always actively avoided that room and I prefer to stay well away from it.
Nowadays, such a revelation is part of a house sale disclosure, isn't it? I hope so ...
Not me, but my mother. She tells two stories: One time her doctor changed her blood pressure meds. It caused her to pass out on the kitchen floor. She had a near death experience that's similar to what a lot of people describe... the tunnel of light, dead family members coming to see her, incredible feeling of joy, etc. My uncle, her brother, was maybe 10 years older than her. Back in the 60s, he had a boat and used to take it from Florida to the Bahamas. It was a trip he had made many times. One day he left in the boat and vanished. A short time after, she was at work, and her phone rang. It was a woman... "Is this Carol?" "Yes." "I just wanted you to know that your brother died an honorable death." Then the woman hung up.
Second paragraph seems to be more criminal than supernatural in nature. Something happened to uncle that was cause by human and someone out there knows about it.
Where do you get "criminal" from "honorable death"?
Load More Replies...I misread "honorable death" as "horrible death". Sounds like he died trying to protect something.
Red luminescent "ball" flying on the horison. It moved like nothing we'd ever seen. Zipping around at incredible speed that defied the laws of physics. There were about 20 of us watching it, and some of the kids asked me what I thought it was, as I grew up living and breathing aviation with my Dad. I had to tell them that since I couldn't identify what it was, that it was essentially a UFO. Had to then explain that it doesn't mean "Aliens", just that what we saw couldn't be identified by any knowledge I had of aircraft (not then, and not even now) It could have been ball lighting for all I knew at the time, but it was kilometers away above the horison in the dusk sunlight.
Today it's called an Unidentified Aerial Phenomena. Because it sounds more professional... Who else finds it striking that we can get razor sharp images from things on Mars, but we are never able to take anything more than blurred pictures from an alien spaceship at less than 1 mile away?
I used to work at a boy scout camp. My personal cabin was the furthest away from the center of the camp. About 2 miles from everyone else. One night i was walking down the trail at 3am. Through the shadows i saw a hand reach out to grab me. I panicked and took out my pocket knife and stabbed at it. Then, silence. That hand was gone. My knife was still in the air. I ran as fast as i could back to my cabin
I'm sorry, I am, but as a rural kid, farm country, forest hiker.... that's called "you stabbed a tree when you freaked out".
I was biking down a country road I used to live on, I think I was 8 or 9, and on my way home I saw this small humanoid looking being run across the road, from one crop field into a corn field. The only details I could make out, and I still vividly remember, was that it was completely covered in yellow, from neck to feet, and I think it has green on it's head. I told my mom about it and all she could come up with was something about cabbage patch kids. Never saw that thing again, but I still think about it from time to time It was the size of a small child, about 50 feet away
In the voice of Zak Bagans: "It was just a cabbage patch kid. Apparition debunked."
Around 2002 staying the night with my cousins. Sleeping on the floor and woke up in the middle of the night rolled over to go back to sleep and see a girl in a nightgown sitting down beside me staring at my cousins bed. Rolled over, covered myself and went back to sleep.
I was furious with my daughter since she hadn't cleaned her room in weeks, so I assumed she was doing what I said when I walked by her room and saw her standing there. She went out of the bathroom shower with a towel wrapped around her and questioned why I was staring at her suspiciously a few minutes later. She seemed terrified when I questioned who was in her room.They didn't clean up the room, either, which I never figured out who they were.
It wasn't the best, was it? Basically, the mother was angry with the daughter as the daughter hadn't cleaned her room for weeks. One day, the mother saw the daughter standing in her room, and assumes she was finally cleaning it. A few minutes later, the daughter walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, and asked the mother why she was staring at her. The daughter was freaked out when the mother asked who was in her room? The mother added that whoever that person/apparition had been, they also didn't clean the daughter's room. The mother never worked out who/what the person/apparition had been. Hope this helps!
Load More Replies...OK, did my disclaimer an dhit enter. Dummy me. I woke up screaming around 2 AM a few years ago, absolutely certain my dad was in the room, in a certain place, coming at me like this big nasty demon. II could see my mom standing off to the side, wearing red, which she never does. t was so real I woke up Hubby and asked him if my dad was dead. (He is. And cremated.) Later that day, my mom calls me up, and without even saying hello, said, "I had a nightmare about your father, and I was wearing red, and I got up and checked his urn to be sure he's dead". And that's all I have to say about that...
Trigger warning. I was pregnant with my first child, my father in law told me shortly before he died that I have to take care/ be carefull of my Baby girl. At the time I thought his comment was weird, because, what could happen at this stage of the pregnancy? I was around 34/ 36 weeks pregnant when he died. When I was 38 weeks along, my doctor could not find a heartbeat and the next day I delivered a dead Baby. I am sure it could have been prevented.
When I was a kid we lived on base. Presidio of San Francisco. We lived in Riley street right across the road from the main entrance to the cemetery ( yes the ones they walk out of at the end of the movie Presidio). I was about 9 1/2 going on 10 and out house had a basement with concrete floors and I had roller skates . Moms rule was no skates when I was the only one home because I would go up and down the stairs with them on. Well Wouldn't you know 1 evening about 9 at night , I was home alone and put my skates on so me and my dog could go skate. As I come down the stairs there is a soldier in Marine dress blues who is standing in the farthest corner of our basement away from the stairs. I see a white glove finger come up and wiggle no at me and my dog is right beside me hackles raised and herding me back upstairs . Told mom about it next day and she said she'd seen him before, laughed and said it took the marines to keep me out of trouble. We were on an Army base
Aight, here's something that happened to me. It may get kinda long. First, some background: I worked at a machine shop that at some point in then past was a tractor/trailer repair facility. Down both sides were electrically operated, roll up garage doors. These still operated, but were old, so they creaked and groaned when they opened and closed. One in particular would squeak in a distinctive 3 note rhythm repeatedly until it stopped. Musically, it would be in 4/4 time *D, C, G, rest* and repeat. Now what happened. : I was working on a job that they needed to be done ASAP, so it was around 1 A.M. I had to heat a part in an industrial oven to preheat for a few hours, so I closed up, started the oven, and was heading to the front of the building to wait for the part to get hot. As I walked past the above mentioned door, I heard what sounded like someone whistleling the same 3 note rhythm as that door when it ran. Now, I knew I was the only (living) soul in the place, and it's...
cold out, so no reason the door should be opening. When I heard the whistling, I stopped dead and just stared at the door...It wasn't moving, yet I heard the 3 notes being whistled...not gonna lie, I made bee line to the exit. Just as I pushed the handle to walk outside, all the overhead lights went out inside. Outside lights were on and no one flipped a switch. Thats when I ran like hell and sat in my truck untill someone else came in at 5 A.M.
Load More Replies...In the house my kids grew up in there were just weird things going on. Like items would disappear and be found days later. Keys especially. Kids weren't doing it as they were older at the time. And when I showered the shampoo or soap would suddenly fly off the shelf for no reason. Never could explain it. Just thought we had a trickster ghost hanging around.
We had a birthday party for my elderly mom last week. We got to talking about creepy, scary things just to freak my niece out. I said I hated that house they live in and it had an ominous vibe to it. I said it was funny but I swore I heard people talking at night when we were all trying to sleep - like a big party, far away. Just murmurings and a low rumble of voices. You couldn't make anything out, but it was really annoying. My mom's mouth dropped open at the same time my sister sat up in her chair and my niece started crying. Mom said she had always heard that, too. My sister said she heard it and would be afraid to get up and go to the bathroom, afraid she'd see "them'. My niece said, "I used to hear it and yell at you guys to shut up because it was 3 am and I was sleeping?" and we all remembered we thought she was having nightmares because sometimes she'd just yell SHUT UP for no reason from her room. But it was "them", not us!
I woke up with a shock one night, 0230 in the morning. My phone rang 2 mins later and it was my gf at the time and I’d just had a dream about her. When I answered she said she had to cal because her dream told her I needed to.
Neurological phenomena explain a lot. That said, I can't explain all of it, and don't really want to. Sometimes, gotta accept that personal experience is personal, and you can't measure everything. ...
OK, did my disclaimer an dhit enter. Dummy me. I woke up screaming around 2 AM a few years ago, absolutely certain my dad was in the room, in a certain place, coming at me like this big nasty demon. II could see my mom standing off to the side, wearing red, which she never does. t was so real I woke up Hubby and asked him if my dad was dead. (He is. And cremated.) Later that day, my mom calls me up, and without even saying hello, said, "I had a nightmare about your father, and I was wearing red, and I got up and checked his urn to be sure he's dead". And that's all I have to say about that...
Trigger warning. I was pregnant with my first child, my father in law told me shortly before he died that I have to take care/ be carefull of my Baby girl. At the time I thought his comment was weird, because, what could happen at this stage of the pregnancy? I was around 34/ 36 weeks pregnant when he died. When I was 38 weeks along, my doctor could not find a heartbeat and the next day I delivered a dead Baby. I am sure it could have been prevented.
When I was a kid we lived on base. Presidio of San Francisco. We lived in Riley street right across the road from the main entrance to the cemetery ( yes the ones they walk out of at the end of the movie Presidio). I was about 9 1/2 going on 10 and out house had a basement with concrete floors and I had roller skates . Moms rule was no skates when I was the only one home because I would go up and down the stairs with them on. Well Wouldn't you know 1 evening about 9 at night , I was home alone and put my skates on so me and my dog could go skate. As I come down the stairs there is a soldier in Marine dress blues who is standing in the farthest corner of our basement away from the stairs. I see a white glove finger come up and wiggle no at me and my dog is right beside me hackles raised and herding me back upstairs . Told mom about it next day and she said she'd seen him before, laughed and said it took the marines to keep me out of trouble. We were on an Army base
Aight, here's something that happened to me. It may get kinda long. First, some background: I worked at a machine shop that at some point in then past was a tractor/trailer repair facility. Down both sides were electrically operated, roll up garage doors. These still operated, but were old, so they creaked and groaned when they opened and closed. One in particular would squeak in a distinctive 3 note rhythm repeatedly until it stopped. Musically, it would be in 4/4 time *D, C, G, rest* and repeat. Now what happened. : I was working on a job that they needed to be done ASAP, so it was around 1 A.M. I had to heat a part in an industrial oven to preheat for a few hours, so I closed up, started the oven, and was heading to the front of the building to wait for the part to get hot. As I walked past the above mentioned door, I heard what sounded like someone whistleling the same 3 note rhythm as that door when it ran. Now, I knew I was the only (living) soul in the place, and it's...
cold out, so no reason the door should be opening. When I heard the whistling, I stopped dead and just stared at the door...It wasn't moving, yet I heard the 3 notes being whistled...not gonna lie, I made bee line to the exit. Just as I pushed the handle to walk outside, all the overhead lights went out inside. Outside lights were on and no one flipped a switch. Thats when I ran like hell and sat in my truck untill someone else came in at 5 A.M.
Load More Replies...In the house my kids grew up in there were just weird things going on. Like items would disappear and be found days later. Keys especially. Kids weren't doing it as they were older at the time. And when I showered the shampoo or soap would suddenly fly off the shelf for no reason. Never could explain it. Just thought we had a trickster ghost hanging around.
We had a birthday party for my elderly mom last week. We got to talking about creepy, scary things just to freak my niece out. I said I hated that house they live in and it had an ominous vibe to it. I said it was funny but I swore I heard people talking at night when we were all trying to sleep - like a big party, far away. Just murmurings and a low rumble of voices. You couldn't make anything out, but it was really annoying. My mom's mouth dropped open at the same time my sister sat up in her chair and my niece started crying. Mom said she had always heard that, too. My sister said she heard it and would be afraid to get up and go to the bathroom, afraid she'd see "them'. My niece said, "I used to hear it and yell at you guys to shut up because it was 3 am and I was sleeping?" and we all remembered we thought she was having nightmares because sometimes she'd just yell SHUT UP for no reason from her room. But it was "them", not us!
I woke up with a shock one night, 0230 in the morning. My phone rang 2 mins later and it was my gf at the time and I’d just had a dream about her. When I answered she said she had to cal because her dream told her I needed to.
Neurological phenomena explain a lot. That said, I can't explain all of it, and don't really want to. Sometimes, gotta accept that personal experience is personal, and you can't measure everything. ...
