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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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?
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?
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.
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
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.
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 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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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
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 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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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. ...
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 was 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.
Recently when I grabbed my favourite coffee mug that I always drink my coffee from, I thought: I cannot use this mug today, or I'll break it. So I went with a mug that I don't normally use as I don't like it as much. When vacuuming, I accidentally bumped the table the mug was on, and it fell and broke. I rarely ever break things.
So glad I decided to read this while alone in the middle of the night.
not my story but posting for my friend :) my friend's grandfather passed away about 2 years ago from cancer. my friend was always really close to him and often went to him for advice and such. about a year after his death, my friend was going through a pretty hard time with some things in her life. she had a dream one night that her grandpa was in her room. sitting on the end of her bed talking to her. she described it as the most vivid dream she has ever had to the point that she could feel him and touch things around her. he basically sat with her for a long time and gave her really good advice on what she should do, before telling her to go to sleep and everything would be fine. she woke up the next morning and told her mum about the dream, and her mum said she had experienced the same thing, but she woke up in the middle of the night and the kitchen light was on. she went out to check and there was my friend's grandpa in the kitchen making food. no explanation how or what happened
I was too young to remember, so this is what I've been told: my grandparents took my siblings and me to the zoo. We were having fun, things were good, and then my grandfather said that we needed to leave right now. We turned right away from the habitat and went straight to the car. On the news that evening, we learned that the animal in the exhibit (some kind of large cat, but I can't remember exactly) had killed a zookeeper when she entered the habitat for routine feeding and cleaning.
My 12 year old daughter and I live in California but consider Big Island Hawaii our “home away from home” for the past 10 years. Last Wednesday night I had a dream that I impulsively went to the airport and bought a one way ticket to the Big Island. When I arrived, my daughter appeared. A couple of days later I told my daughter about my dream. She looked at me with wide eyes and said “MOM. I HAD THE SAME DREAM TOO WEDNESDAY NIGHT.”
In the last days of my Grandmothers life she wasn’t awake for much of the time. But one day my mom and I were in her room and she asked (with her eyes still closed) “Did you see that little boy?” I asked who he was and she said, “I don’t know but I’m supposed to take care of him.” My son had died from a very sudden illness about 6 years prior to this. I’ll always wonder if she was seeing him.
A year after we moved into a house in a nearby town where we would be commuting to take the kids to daycare and to our college classes in a larger city nearby - a 30 - 45 minute drive to leave, drop them off, and get to the University. I woke up one day with an incredible sense of dread about a car wreck. I knew something terrible was going to happen to someone in a car. I was hyper vigilant while driving with my kids. I ended up going on a trip with my mother in law that my husband couldn’t make due to work, and I thought something awful was going to happen. I didn’t feel like I could say no or cancel, some of his family wanted to see the kids (1 and 3) and we had been planning it since before the feeling came on. I can’t describe it, but I wasn’t worried about anything happening to the kids, or necessarily me or my mother in law. I just knew something awful was going to happen to SOMEONE in a car. Like a singular person. So I was more uneasy about my husband being in a car … con’t…
…by himself. I had this feeling for two weeks. It started on a Tuesday at 9:02am as we were heading out the door. My first class was canceled, so we left later than usual. Exactly two weeks later, at 9:02 am on that Tuesday my mom called. I looked at the time and didn’t think anything of it then as I got a weird twinge on my chest and answered the phone. The youngest son (21) of family friends had died in a car accident. I feel absolutely awful that as soon as she said it, the heaviness in my chest literally felt like it flew away and the dread feeling was gone. There was a momentary feeling of relief. I couldn’t help it, that is just what happened. There was absolutely immense sorrow for the family, his 1 year old child and wife, parents and brother. I still remember how the feeling literally flying away felt, and I still feel very guilty about it. I just wish I had picked up on clues if there were any about who the accident would happen to. I don’t think anyone would have believed me even if I were able to figure
Load More Replies...A month ago or so I woke up at 2am to make a milk for my baby. As there is a street light right across the street from the kitchen window I did not turn on the lights. At one point I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye and a sleepy-zombie as I was took just a glance in the relatively low light and it looked at first like a baby - white diaper and all, then I almost panicked but realized that it couldn't have been as the babies in our house are too small to move like that - very fast across the street, sniff a car and hide underneath. So my best guess is it might have been a cat or a dog with a white behind that just happened to look like a diaper. My husband calls me crazy for the 'diaper cat' incident. Now that I think back it was brown and the legs were either very slender or like in dogs with lets say doberman coloring with only dark on the outside and looking more slender than they actually are. No missing dog or cat signs have popped out, no animal I've seen fit the look.
I am standing here reading all these stories and freaking out. I don’t understand how you wake up, see something/someone creepy and then go back to sleep?! My heart would jump out of my chest. Even when I have unrealistic nightmares and I wake up, realise that’s not real, I still have trouble going back to sleep as my mind is still in the nightmare mood and my heart is beating like crazy.
I think I had an odd family as none of this phases me. I didn't TELL anyone after the first time, but just accepted it. Maternal grandmother passed when I was 3+1 month. She had cancer and I was always told she lived long enough to meet me. I "remember" being in her kitchen one day and asked why she was putting her ironing board on the back of 2 chairs and she said because it had no legs. Mom said she didn't know about ironing board. I was old when I realized she was probably dead and visited. I was close with my fraternal grandpa. He passed when I was around 15 and realized I hadn't seen him for a while. A few months later he came to me in a dream and told me he would always watch over me. I had an odd life and numerous times I barely escaped by the skin of my teeth and I always kiss my finger tips and wave at the sky saying "Thanks Grandpa". Still do xx years later. Have high pain threshold and lots of small scars I can't identify. Unexpected debt? Unexpected money
for it. Unexpected surgery? Up and about the next day. "Thanks Grandpa."
Load More Replies...I used to do minesweeping on roads in Vietnam. One day the mine detectors were breaking down, not working. With minimal equipment, we pressed on. Then I looked down at the edge of the road and saw a spot and just "knew" a mine was there. I scraped the dirt to see an anti-tank mine. I was right. Just behind me on the convoy was a vehicle, and it had some Viet passengers. I stopped it in time.
I dreamed I went to my fiancé's apartment. She opened the door and took me to the living room where there was a Trinidadian man sitting on the sofa in his boxer shorts reading a newspaper. She introduced him as "Robbie, a friend of my brother." We turned to go into the kitchen. She asked if I was hungry and offered to make me a ham sandwich. Three days later, I went to my fiancé's apartment. She took me to the living room where there was a Trinidadian man sitting on the sofa in his boxer shorts reading a newspaper. She introduced him as "Robbie, a friend of my brother." We turned to go into the kitchen. She asked if I was hungry and offered to make me a ham sandwich. I realized that I had dreamed the whole thing earlier.I checked my dream log (I wrote down all my dreams back then), and it confirmed my experience. I had never met nor heard of Robbie before that dream. I remembered his face, his clothes and his name from the dream. It made me start to question the nature of time
Okay so back in 2019 I went backpacking with a group of friends plus 2 family friends in the Black Elk Wilderness in South Dakota. The last night on the trail one of the guys was wandering around in the forest surrounding the clearing we set up camp. All of a sudden he sprints back into camp screaming bloody murder clearly terrified. Once we got him to calm down he told us that while he was looking for a tree to hang the bear bag in he walked around a boulder and laying on the ground was a pile of bones with some tissue still attached. He told us that standing over the pile of bones was a monster that looked like a mixture of a wolf, deer, and a human. He said it had the tail, front legs, and head of a wolf, the antlers and hind legs of a deer, instead of having paws it had hands, and it was standing on its hind legs staring at him than it picked up a bone and walked off. None of us slept well. When we got back we told the rangers about it but they just laughed at us
When I was a child the people across the street had a cabin on a lake. To get therr we had to pass an exit for a particular town called Hamburg. I must have heard the adults talking about it, but all I remember was seeing that sign and knowing something was wrong. Now I was Very young, this would have been in the very early sixties. When I stayed with my friend at tbe cabin, we would sleep on the bearskin rug on the big enclosed porch facing the lake. One night I woke up and saw spooks gliding past the windows, a Lot of them. All silent. In my childs eye they had 1 big black eye, and pointed heads that kind of swirled away from the eye. All white. Skip forward 40 years or so, and I read the biography of Malcolm X. He was originally from somewhere near, or Hamburg Mi. And about that time there was an incident that happened to the blacks there. But long story short, I now believe it was a bunch of KKK members walking past the cabin.
My daddy died this year in Febuary (ě days after my birtday)... I was so sad, because I was unable to even say goodbye or something (stupid covid19). Then I had a dream, where my phone was ringing, I answer it, and I heard my dad say hello to me with his classic way, he was asking me, how was I doing, and I repeated him, that I miss him and want him back, and he was like I need to be strong
When I was in 9th grade, my last period was library assistant with one other student, the librarian and assistant Librarian. The other student and I were in one of the back rooms/lib assistants office sorting returned books to shelve. We talked a bit, but that day had been unusually quiet - the librarian was out so the assistant wasn’t in her office as usual. We were just sorting books, the assistant had walked in and was standing by her desk (our backs were turned away from the door, so we didn’t see her) she had just enough time to get to her desk by her phone, but not to her chair when I apparently looked up slowly and creepily (as the other student relayed to me later), and I just looked up at him next to me, then turned to see her, then looked at the phone as I blurted out “I hope my dad’s ok.” The phone rang and it was the office saying I needed to go. They didn’t say why, the assistant librarian looked at me almost horrified and said “ you need to go to the office.” …con’t…
I stood there and looked, likely with a matching horrified look on my face. And she just said “Now.” They normally give you a pass, so maybe that’s why I hesitated… but i didn’t want to go. I turned the corner from the short hallway to the longer one with the office at the other end as my mom and sister walked out of the office. I immediately burst into tears, because I knew my dad wasn’t ok. Thankfully, he didn’t die, but was in an accident alone while in a work truck for his job, someone hadn’t put something up properly on the truck and he went to fix it before leaving. He stepped on part of the truck that should have been secured in place, but the previous person didn’t do that either (he was covering for another worker who was out, so he normally wouldn’t have been in that truck). He was slammed into the ground and shattered his knee cap and Broke several bones in his leg. I found out his surgery started around the time I said “I hope my dad’s ok”
Load More Replies...have had several things happen in my life and it seems every family member who has passed has visited to say goodbye or tell us they were okay or something to that effect. there have been times when all of us would look at each other and ask if the other person had seen what had just happened, including deceased pets walking through the room or scratching at the door. so, when mom passed my (step) dad and i expected to 'hear' from her. they were married for 47 yrs.. but, after several months-nothing. i mentioned this to dad, saying that i thought it was odd and his answer surprised me. he said he didn't think she would come back as she was probably with my bio dad as that was her first love and she was content. there was a lot of truth to that statement.
Believe what crap? They had a dream and want to believe if has meaning? You can find the stories I typed, I certainly believe what I wrote - it happened to me. Why would people make this stuff up?! If you find the story about the car accident I typed just above, do you think I’m making up feeling relieved about someone dying in a car crash after two weeks of a heavy dreadful feeling?! Or that I just decided one day to make up a story about when my dad’s leg was shattered?? And what does it matter if you don’t believe me? Or anyone else who’s stories are here? You know what blows my mind? People who can’t think beyond themselves and their experiences. We all have lives to live and experience things and make our own decisions about those experiences.
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. ...
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 was 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.
Recently when I grabbed my favourite coffee mug that I always drink my coffee from, I thought: I cannot use this mug today, or I'll break it. So I went with a mug that I don't normally use as I don't like it as much. When vacuuming, I accidentally bumped the table the mug was on, and it fell and broke. I rarely ever break things.
So glad I decided to read this while alone in the middle of the night.
not my story but posting for my friend :) my friend's grandfather passed away about 2 years ago from cancer. my friend was always really close to him and often went to him for advice and such. about a year after his death, my friend was going through a pretty hard time with some things in her life. she had a dream one night that her grandpa was in her room. sitting on the end of her bed talking to her. she described it as the most vivid dream she has ever had to the point that she could feel him and touch things around her. he basically sat with her for a long time and gave her really good advice on what she should do, before telling her to go to sleep and everything would be fine. she woke up the next morning and told her mum about the dream, and her mum said she had experienced the same thing, but she woke up in the middle of the night and the kitchen light was on. she went out to check and there was my friend's grandpa in the kitchen making food. no explanation how or what happened
I was too young to remember, so this is what I've been told: my grandparents took my siblings and me to the zoo. We were having fun, things were good, and then my grandfather said that we needed to leave right now. We turned right away from the habitat and went straight to the car. On the news that evening, we learned that the animal in the exhibit (some kind of large cat, but I can't remember exactly) had killed a zookeeper when she entered the habitat for routine feeding and cleaning.
My 12 year old daughter and I live in California but consider Big Island Hawaii our “home away from home” for the past 10 years. Last Wednesday night I had a dream that I impulsively went to the airport and bought a one way ticket to the Big Island. When I arrived, my daughter appeared. A couple of days later I told my daughter about my dream. She looked at me with wide eyes and said “MOM. I HAD THE SAME DREAM TOO WEDNESDAY NIGHT.”
In the last days of my Grandmothers life she wasn’t awake for much of the time. But one day my mom and I were in her room and she asked (with her eyes still closed) “Did you see that little boy?” I asked who he was and she said, “I don’t know but I’m supposed to take care of him.” My son had died from a very sudden illness about 6 years prior to this. I’ll always wonder if she was seeing him.
A year after we moved into a house in a nearby town where we would be commuting to take the kids to daycare and to our college classes in a larger city nearby - a 30 - 45 minute drive to leave, drop them off, and get to the University. I woke up one day with an incredible sense of dread about a car wreck. I knew something terrible was going to happen to someone in a car. I was hyper vigilant while driving with my kids. I ended up going on a trip with my mother in law that my husband couldn’t make due to work, and I thought something awful was going to happen. I didn’t feel like I could say no or cancel, some of his family wanted to see the kids (1 and 3) and we had been planning it since before the feeling came on. I can’t describe it, but I wasn’t worried about anything happening to the kids, or necessarily me or my mother in law. I just knew something awful was going to happen to SOMEONE in a car. Like a singular person. So I was more uneasy about my husband being in a car … con’t…
…by himself. I had this feeling for two weeks. It started on a Tuesday at 9:02am as we were heading out the door. My first class was canceled, so we left later than usual. Exactly two weeks later, at 9:02 am on that Tuesday my mom called. I looked at the time and didn’t think anything of it then as I got a weird twinge on my chest and answered the phone. The youngest son (21) of family friends had died in a car accident. I feel absolutely awful that as soon as she said it, the heaviness in my chest literally felt like it flew away and the dread feeling was gone. There was a momentary feeling of relief. I couldn’t help it, that is just what happened. There was absolutely immense sorrow for the family, his 1 year old child and wife, parents and brother. I still remember how the feeling literally flying away felt, and I still feel very guilty about it. I just wish I had picked up on clues if there were any about who the accident would happen to. I don’t think anyone would have believed me even if I were able to figure
Load More Replies...A month ago or so I woke up at 2am to make a milk for my baby. As there is a street light right across the street from the kitchen window I did not turn on the lights. At one point I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye and a sleepy-zombie as I was took just a glance in the relatively low light and it looked at first like a baby - white diaper and all, then I almost panicked but realized that it couldn't have been as the babies in our house are too small to move like that - very fast across the street, sniff a car and hide underneath. So my best guess is it might have been a cat or a dog with a white behind that just happened to look like a diaper. My husband calls me crazy for the 'diaper cat' incident. Now that I think back it was brown and the legs were either very slender or like in dogs with lets say doberman coloring with only dark on the outside and looking more slender than they actually are. No missing dog or cat signs have popped out, no animal I've seen fit the look.
I am standing here reading all these stories and freaking out. I don’t understand how you wake up, see something/someone creepy and then go back to sleep?! My heart would jump out of my chest. Even when I have unrealistic nightmares and I wake up, realise that’s not real, I still have trouble going back to sleep as my mind is still in the nightmare mood and my heart is beating like crazy.
I think I had an odd family as none of this phases me. I didn't TELL anyone after the first time, but just accepted it. Maternal grandmother passed when I was 3+1 month. She had cancer and I was always told she lived long enough to meet me. I "remember" being in her kitchen one day and asked why she was putting her ironing board on the back of 2 chairs and she said because it had no legs. Mom said she didn't know about ironing board. I was old when I realized she was probably dead and visited. I was close with my fraternal grandpa. He passed when I was around 15 and realized I hadn't seen him for a while. A few months later he came to me in a dream and told me he would always watch over me. I had an odd life and numerous times I barely escaped by the skin of my teeth and I always kiss my finger tips and wave at the sky saying "Thanks Grandpa". Still do xx years later. Have high pain threshold and lots of small scars I can't identify. Unexpected debt? Unexpected money
for it. Unexpected surgery? Up and about the next day. "Thanks Grandpa."
Load More Replies...I used to do minesweeping on roads in Vietnam. One day the mine detectors were breaking down, not working. With minimal equipment, we pressed on. Then I looked down at the edge of the road and saw a spot and just "knew" a mine was there. I scraped the dirt to see an anti-tank mine. I was right. Just behind me on the convoy was a vehicle, and it had some Viet passengers. I stopped it in time.
I dreamed I went to my fiancé's apartment. She opened the door and took me to the living room where there was a Trinidadian man sitting on the sofa in his boxer shorts reading a newspaper. She introduced him as "Robbie, a friend of my brother." We turned to go into the kitchen. She asked if I was hungry and offered to make me a ham sandwich. Three days later, I went to my fiancé's apartment. She took me to the living room where there was a Trinidadian man sitting on the sofa in his boxer shorts reading a newspaper. She introduced him as "Robbie, a friend of my brother." We turned to go into the kitchen. She asked if I was hungry and offered to make me a ham sandwich. I realized that I had dreamed the whole thing earlier.I checked my dream log (I wrote down all my dreams back then), and it confirmed my experience. I had never met nor heard of Robbie before that dream. I remembered his face, his clothes and his name from the dream. It made me start to question the nature of time
Okay so back in 2019 I went backpacking with a group of friends plus 2 family friends in the Black Elk Wilderness in South Dakota. The last night on the trail one of the guys was wandering around in the forest surrounding the clearing we set up camp. All of a sudden he sprints back into camp screaming bloody murder clearly terrified. Once we got him to calm down he told us that while he was looking for a tree to hang the bear bag in he walked around a boulder and laying on the ground was a pile of bones with some tissue still attached. He told us that standing over the pile of bones was a monster that looked like a mixture of a wolf, deer, and a human. He said it had the tail, front legs, and head of a wolf, the antlers and hind legs of a deer, instead of having paws it had hands, and it was standing on its hind legs staring at him than it picked up a bone and walked off. None of us slept well. When we got back we told the rangers about it but they just laughed at us
When I was a child the people across the street had a cabin on a lake. To get therr we had to pass an exit for a particular town called Hamburg. I must have heard the adults talking about it, but all I remember was seeing that sign and knowing something was wrong. Now I was Very young, this would have been in the very early sixties. When I stayed with my friend at tbe cabin, we would sleep on the bearskin rug on the big enclosed porch facing the lake. One night I woke up and saw spooks gliding past the windows, a Lot of them. All silent. In my childs eye they had 1 big black eye, and pointed heads that kind of swirled away from the eye. All white. Skip forward 40 years or so, and I read the biography of Malcolm X. He was originally from somewhere near, or Hamburg Mi. And about that time there was an incident that happened to the blacks there. But long story short, I now believe it was a bunch of KKK members walking past the cabin.
My daddy died this year in Febuary (ě days after my birtday)... I was so sad, because I was unable to even say goodbye or something (stupid covid19). Then I had a dream, where my phone was ringing, I answer it, and I heard my dad say hello to me with his classic way, he was asking me, how was I doing, and I repeated him, that I miss him and want him back, and he was like I need to be strong
When I was in 9th grade, my last period was library assistant with one other student, the librarian and assistant Librarian. The other student and I were in one of the back rooms/lib assistants office sorting returned books to shelve. We talked a bit, but that day had been unusually quiet - the librarian was out so the assistant wasn’t in her office as usual. We were just sorting books, the assistant had walked in and was standing by her desk (our backs were turned away from the door, so we didn’t see her) she had just enough time to get to her desk by her phone, but not to her chair when I apparently looked up slowly and creepily (as the other student relayed to me later), and I just looked up at him next to me, then turned to see her, then looked at the phone as I blurted out “I hope my dad’s ok.” The phone rang and it was the office saying I needed to go. They didn’t say why, the assistant librarian looked at me almost horrified and said “ you need to go to the office.” …con’t…
I stood there and looked, likely with a matching horrified look on my face. And she just said “Now.” They normally give you a pass, so maybe that’s why I hesitated… but i didn’t want to go. I turned the corner from the short hallway to the longer one with the office at the other end as my mom and sister walked out of the office. I immediately burst into tears, because I knew my dad wasn’t ok. Thankfully, he didn’t die, but was in an accident alone while in a work truck for his job, someone hadn’t put something up properly on the truck and he went to fix it before leaving. He stepped on part of the truck that should have been secured in place, but the previous person didn’t do that either (he was covering for another worker who was out, so he normally wouldn’t have been in that truck). He was slammed into the ground and shattered his knee cap and Broke several bones in his leg. I found out his surgery started around the time I said “I hope my dad’s ok”
Load More Replies...have had several things happen in my life and it seems every family member who has passed has visited to say goodbye or tell us they were okay or something to that effect. there have been times when all of us would look at each other and ask if the other person had seen what had just happened, including deceased pets walking through the room or scratching at the door. so, when mom passed my (step) dad and i expected to 'hear' from her. they were married for 47 yrs.. but, after several months-nothing. i mentioned this to dad, saying that i thought it was odd and his answer surprised me. he said he didn't think she would come back as she was probably with my bio dad as that was her first love and she was content. there was a lot of truth to that statement.
Believe what crap? They had a dream and want to believe if has meaning? You can find the stories I typed, I certainly believe what I wrote - it happened to me. Why would people make this stuff up?! If you find the story about the car accident I typed just above, do you think I’m making up feeling relieved about someone dying in a car crash after two weeks of a heavy dreadful feeling?! Or that I just decided one day to make up a story about when my dad’s leg was shattered?? And what does it matter if you don’t believe me? Or anyone else who’s stories are here? You know what blows my mind? People who can’t think beyond themselves and their experiences. We all have lives to live and experience things and make our own decisions about those experiences.
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