with our 40+ years of life experience, did anyone witness anything..unexplainable?

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Practical-Witness796@reddit

My wife wrote a former high school teacher (let’s call him Mr. Smith) who was a mentor and somewhat of a father-figure to her. Both of her parents were neglectful and abusive addicts, and she lived in dire poverty in a rural area to the point of being underfed and anemic.

Her schooling suffered because of her chaotic home life and Mr. Smith encouraged her to take courses by mail to make up for the school classes she had failed (she paid for these courses with her own money earned from her job as a Walmart cashier. Even the school counselor told her that there’s a 0% chance she will graduate high school that year and she should just plan on staying behind to repeat her senior year.

She hustled like crazy despite zero support or help from her parents, just the encouragement of Mr. Smith. She miraculously graduated on time. She moved out of the area, lost contact with Mr. Smith, and went on to get her undergrad degree from UC Berkeley and later received her graduate degree from an Ivy league school.

After 20 years my wife was inspired to write Mr. Smith to thank him for the positive impact he had on her life and to let him know that, thanks to him, she had escaped poverty and an abusive family (who she went No Contact with). She hesitated to write, what if he didn’t even remember her? But she decided to send the letter. She was sad to not hear back after several months. Until suddenly, one day, she received a letter from…Mr. Smith’s wife.

She read the letter aloud to me, soon in tears. It turns out that Mr. Smith had indeed received her letter, it moved him to tears and he was so happy after reading it. He was eager to reply, but after a few days he passed away suddenly (was 81 years old) before doing so. Mrs. Smith felt that the letter of gratitude may have been just the right amount of self actualization to send him on his way, feeling good about his life. To this day we still can’t believe the timing of that and she is so grateful to have sent that letter instead of hesitating further.

I wish I had met Mr. Smith, I don’t think words could have described the impact he had on her life. Ever since I met her in 2005, she could hardly speak about him without being choked up. He gave her the only support she had known as a child, and she will always remember him.

“How far this little candle throws his beams. So shines a good deed in a weary world.”

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poopypantsIneedTP@reddit

Who's chopping onions in here

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PurpleVein99@reddit

Very touching story. The world needs more Mr. Smiths.

Also, congratulations to your wife for her perseverance. Success must taste so sweet!

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Practical-Witness796@reddit

Thank you so much. Yes I wish I had met a Mr. Smith, but I certainly don’t need that in quite the same way.

I’m so proud of her, and although she’s happy with what she’s accomplished, the hard part is stopping to smell the roses. When you’re in survival mode for so long and raised yourself, it seems difficult to turn off that mode and enjoy where you are at. But lots of therapy has helped immensely in that regard. A few years ago she decided to not go for a PHD and I was proud of that, because she had previously felt she “needed” to accomplish that. And the question is, when have you accomplished enough ?

Animals always know! My cat isn’t a hisser. Years of going to the groomer, to the vet, getting shots, etc. and never a hiss.

One day I’m in bed and she’s hanging out with me. Suddenly she popped up and started hissing and batting at the air. About a month later it happened again. Then she started getting weird about some spots in my home office.

Went to a charity event that had a pet psychic. Figured why not get a reading, it’ll be entertaining. To be clear, I believe in psychics but I had a hard time believing she could read my cat without being in the same room.

She tells me some general stuff and then says “she’s a little dehydrated, and would like more water sources” and “oh and she says the ghosts are a nuisance and can you please get rid of them”. I hadn’t mentioned the hissing behavior at all.

A few months go by and I forgot all about it. She started having a small health problem so we went to the vet and…..she was dehydrated and I needed to get her more water options.

Weird behavior in my office kept happening so I brought in a medium who confirmed there were ghosts and did a clearing. And when she got to my place she asked my cat where they were and my cat trotted into the office.

Weird behavior stopped immediately after the clearing.

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Bandando@reddit

Question: why does it take a medium to get rid of ghosts? Like, seriously, what do they do that we can’t?

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szechuan_steve@reddit

I'm not a medium, but I listen to more "true ghost experience" podcasts than God intended.

Many of them claim the spirits didn't know they're dead. Or the spirits don't know how / are afraid to move on. So the medium helps them move on.

Often the medium claims to have a guardian angel or spirit buddy who helps from the "other side".

Some of them also seem to use a vague form of traditional Native American or spiritualist (crystals) rituals. I've heard some use holy water or blessed oil. Though, it seems to be few.

For the record, I'm personally very skeptical of mediums. I think if it's real, you don't know how careful, talented, or experienced the medium may be. It's a gamble. I've heard people's experiences include a medium that was like "I can't help you", or just screamed and ran out.

It seems to attract a large amount of fraud and / or amateurs.

hacksawomission@reddit

You don't have to have a dirty house to have critters want to come in from the cold and find neat stuff to eat.

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Natprk@reddit

I had a very similar experience except the door was open and suddenly it swung closed. The room was still and air wasn’t on. There was no reason for it to swing much less have enough momentum to close. My wife and I both sat in silence. My heart was in my throat and I didn’t dare move. Finally got up to check it out. I saw our cat and to this day I just claim it was the cats fault.

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PurpleVein99@reddit

Door thing happened to us a few times, inexplicably, but the one that always comes to mind first was at least ten years ago, if not more.

We were in bed about to watch a movie. This was when we were still primarily using DVDs, so really long ago. Anyway, there was a preview of the movie The Descent, and we sat through it and then afterwards my husband said, "If I never watch another horror movie again it will be too soon."

Cue our bedroom door creaking open in THE most unsettling way possible. And there was no one there.

My husband jumped out of bed and flipped the lights on, then flipped the lights on in the hallway. Nothing.

Checked on the kids. Made sure they were okay. Watched some Friends episodes to "cleanse" the creepy vibe we were both under.

The next day his friend said he had heard some kind of commotion but thought we were arguing and went back to sleep lol. He was a quiet, reserved guy and not the type to play pranks or anything either.

It was one of the scariest things ever and I still can't explain it.

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PurpleVein99@reddit

I grew up in a house where occasionally strange things happened.

One of these things was the shaking of my bed. It was a double bed. Nothing special. Just a frame and mattress. I'd wake sometimes to it shaking violently and would lie there, clutching the covers, saying the Lord's prayer over and over until it stopped.

My parents never believed me until my grandparents came for a visit and, as we didn't have a guest room, they stayed in mine. Second night there it happened to them and my grandma scolded my mom for it, saying she'd never had the house blessed properly.

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Bandando@reddit

We do get earthquakes in the Midwest, though. But I’ve never felt them when other people have said they’ve felt their beds shaking, etc.

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i_dream_of_zelda@reddit

I never said there wasn’t earthquakes in the Midwest but we lived in an area where they were exceedingly rare and we checked to make sure it wasn’t one

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midnight-dour@reddit

I am about as skeptical as one can be when it comes to ghosts, but I swear I’ve had a few encounters. Always when I’m in bed.

Once, I saw what looked to be the silhouette of a small child by my bedside. Thinking it was my niece (who was maybe 3 or 4 at the time and would often come into my room to ask to play my Nintendo Switch) I asked, “What do you want?” And this figure LUNGED at me. Freaked me the hell out. Another time, I swear I felt…something wrap an arm around me. Not in a threatening way, but like in a big spoon way. Very uncomfortable feeling.

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HistrionicSlut@reddit

Maybe the kiddos was just playing, you asked what they wanted and maybe they wanted to play wrestle.

Were they mad when they did it.

I’ve been reading “Journeys Out of the Body” by Robert Monroe. He describes beings he encountered in the astral plane who would often cling to his back in this way.

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PurpleVein99@reddit

cling to his back in this way.

This gave me chills.

I've had dreams where I notice an otherworldly being in a room I enter and feel an overwhelming instinct to pretend not to see it or acknowledge its presence. In the dream, I know I shouldn't turn my back on it, but I have to cross the room to leave it, or turn around and go. As soon as I do either, the thing jumps on my back and tries to take me over.

Sometimes I'll wake and be in a state of sleep paralysis. Other times I'll wake and feel and hear something else in the room. An energy of some sort that will crackle and make popping sounds as it moves around our room. Occasionally, our dogs will sense it, and whine or bark at it. Very unsettling.

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_Lil_Piggy_@reddit

Something like this happened to me once when I was 6-8. I remember I was in bed at night with my back to the door. All of a sudden I was awoken to someone running a finger up my neck, and sent a chill. I assumed it was my mother…because, what else could it have been. When I rolled over to see her, I had what I could only describe as “a witch” directly face to face to face with the me staring into my eyes…inches from my face. I thought it was a witch because there was a greenish color to her and her hair was a bit mangy. I freaked the fuck the out and pulled the covers over my head too terrified to come back out. It felt so real. Next morning I asked both my sister and my mother if they had come into my room. Both said no.

I looked up, and there, hovering above the movie theater listing sign, was a fucking UFO. I point and my BFF sees it too.

What's crazy...is No one else seems to notice! None of the adults driving seemed to notice at all. It suddenly shot right up into the air, and took off. We tried to chase it. We even looked up the FBI in the damn yellow pages when we got home.
Got accused of being high ...we weren't. Neither of us were into that at age 13 we were still playing with toys.

We still talk about it all the time, and no one believes us

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forestofpixies@reddit

You belong here. We are Xennials, on the cusp of Gen X-Millennial.

A couple nights later, I had the weirdest fucking dream. Usually I don’t remember my dreams, or if I do they don’t make any sense. People are switched, places are strange combinations of other places, etc. But this one was different. It was so clear. I was riding my bike home — a new (to me) bike I had just gotten, and I was taking one of the exact routes I normally take. I remember it was a beautiful sunny day, and as I rounded the corner onto my street I saw my friend Paul sitting on my doorstep.

Sidebar: I had known Paul for a few years at that point. We met in community college, when a TA who hated both of us decided to put us together on a project so we’d drive each other crazy — me being a scrawny punk rock hipster, and him being a gangster guy with a solid foot of height and a hundred lbs of weight on me. Unfortunately for the TA, he didn’t realize that punk and rap are basically cousins, so we got along like gangbusters. He had had a rough life and was in and out of gangs, and we bonded over being angry, young and poor and stayed in contact even after I moved 150 miles away to go to a university.

Anyway, in this dream he told me that he needed to stay with me for a few days, and then I woke up. He had always had this uncanny ability to call out of the blue a few days after my room mate and I said “Hey, I wonder what Paul’s up to,” so I texted said roommate And told him about the dream and joked with him that Paul would be calling soon. He agreed it was a weird dream and we left it at that, half expecting to hear from him … but we never did.

A few weeks later, it was a beautiful day in the freakishly early false spring we were having. I was riding my bike home — the same way I did in my dream — and when I hopped off I saw that I had missed a call … from Paul. His voicemail said he was in town and to call him back. I had forgotten about the dream, but I went to pick him up and brought him back to my place and we spent the afternoon shooting the shit.

My roommate got home after an hour or two, and he mentions my dream. All of a sudden Paul turns white as a sheet, takes off his shoe and pulls out a piece of paper with my phone number and address on it. He gets serious and says “I have a confession to make … I’ve actually been in town for the last 30 days … at [Redacted] in-patient rehab program.”

Turns out, he had fallen back in with his old crowd and got into pills, which culminated with an incident with the police and his family giving him and ultimatum: Rehab or you’re out of the family. They offered to pay for him to go anywhere in the state for the program he wanted, and well … this is the part where I saw him start to tear up.

“I knew I could get sober, but I didn’t know if I could handle all the bullshit where we talk about our feelings. I picked this one specifically because, out of all my buddies, I knew that if shit got real and I had to bug out I could just show up on your door and I know I’d have a couch to crash on while I got my life together, no questions asked.”

So, here I am. I have a passing interest in the unexplained, but I don’t really believe in it. I’m a pretty diehard skeptic, insofar as I only really believe what I can see myself. I don’t believe In precognitive dreams. But the night I had this dream about him showing up on my door, he was packing up to go to rehab and memorizing my phone number and address in case he needed to just show up on my doorstep. I hadn’t talked to him in months, and I didn’t even know he had gotten into drugs.

What am I supposed to do with that?

I can tell myself it’s a coincidence … but that’s a fucking lot of coincidences to all lead up to me having this unusually vivid and realistic dream in which he was even wearing similar clothes to the ones he wore when I saw him.

I wouldn’t believe it if anyone else said it. But it happened. I was there. My roommate and his text messages confirm it.

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mrekted@reddit

Black, triangle, and flat?

Daddyssillypuppy@reddit

Me too! It went through my palm and then disappeared through the wall. It felt like a small electric shock when it went through my palm and the wall was unmarked.

For years I thought it was a ghost/demon orb too.

Vibriobactin@reddit

This was also in a distant town about 2 hours from our home. I had only been there for the funeral and one other time. This was pre-iphone so I only recognized it as we were in the area and realized….wait. Is this really happening? Is that really her cemetery? I couldn’t confirm with gps or anything, but we just happened to land in one of the only open lots in the town….right across the street

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KrAEGNET@reddit

Did you visit her grave after you landed?

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Vibriobactin@reddit

Yes, of course!

I had to close 2 estates, close up 2 businesses and countless other issues with multiple properties, and caring a sibling who has been wavering between manic and psychotic. My early twenties weren’t easy.

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Crafty-Gain-6542@reddit

Okay I’ve got one it’s going to be long and weird ride that is absolutely 100% true, so here we go….

My wife and I were out walking one night. it was sometime between late spring and early fall. I remember looking out into this park we walk by and there was this strange green oval light hovering out in the middle of one of the soccer fields. I should add that we take these walks late enough at night that there’s usually very few people around. We stop and look at it for a while and comment that it’s strange and keep walking towards the corner up ahead.

At about halfway to the corner I look back to see if the light is still there and catch movement on the ground. I think that leaf is moving really strangely behind her, I wonder if it’s somehow stuck to her. I look down (we are still walking) and I realize it’s a squirrel following her. Very calmly I said something along the lines of, that’s weird, that squirrel is following you. - the what? - there’s a squirrel following you. She turns around and understandably freaks out a bit. We are basically at this corner we were walking towards next to a dentist office with some really great landscaping. Anyway, the squirrel has somehow gotten in front of us and is kind of, for lack of a better word, dancing around in front of us. It was at this point I tried to put myself between her and the squirrel and began trying to kick it away. She of course is scared and kind of screaming. Somehow we end up on the ground (both of my knees hit the cement sidewalk, which was as pleasant as it sounds). The squirrel is still dancing around and my wife is still screaming. At that moment, a police officer drove by and didn’t stop. Which we later acknowledged was a bit weird. The way police present themselves they would notice if two people are struggling on the ground making all kinds of noise, but I digress…

We both get back on our feet and my wife halls ass around the corner and the squirrel disappeared. I make it around the corner in time to see it tearing through the landscaping like a chupacabra. When it gets to the sidewalk it begins hopping behind her like Pepè La Pew. She’s still running and occasionally looking back with this look of sheer terror on her face.

At the next corner there is a 24 hour gas station that’s pretty active most nights and I guess the squirrel gave up because by the time we got there it was MIA. We don’t use, she doesn’t drink and I barely drink (and wasn’t that night). I would have checked myself into a mental ward if I had been alone when it happened because I still don’t know why the squirrel behaved that way.

When he died, she was pregnant with our daughter, and I was at a work event while she was at home, taking a nap.

I got the call from my mom that he had passed and headed home immediately. When I arrived, and my wife saw me walk through the doo, she asked me “where did you go?” Because she was absolutely convinced that I had come in, given her a kiss on the forehead, and let her sleep.

She described it as “someone tall like you, giving off a very kind and good energy.” My grandfather and I were roughly the same height.

Putting two and two together, it really feels like gramps came by to say goodbye to his unborn great granddaughter.

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Yarightchump@reddit

I can’t believe I’m putting this out here but, here goes.

My mother-in-law is a cabbage loving, good food making Eastern European who has a particular smell related to her cooking that can’t be concealed with even a potent fragrance. It’s a smell that is unique to her.

One day, as my husband was working and she was at her home 1.5 hours away, I could smell her. It was bizarre. I was with my son who was a tiny guy and we were just hanging out at home. We were a decent distance from neighbors and I mean, it was her smell. It was so intense, I almost called my husband to see what the hell?

Anyway, her father passed away that day in Serbia. Just a huge heart attack and a sign out. It was very strange.

My second story is from around the same time and kinda similar?

I had a friend I worked with for a while in the 90s and we’d hang out outside of work and go to clubs. He was an awesome guy and a ton of fun to be with - he was an all around good person. Years pass and life creates change and we lost touch.

There was a morning where I was simply existing and he entered my mind with a brief yet intense presence. I hadn’t thought of the guys in years and he wasn’t in my circle of friends on social media. For the life of me, I could NOT remember his last name to look him up and came so close to texting someone who might have remembered just to scratch the itch. I didn’t text, though I wish I had, because he had ended his life that day. I had only found out a few days after the fact when friends of friends began the chatter on Facebook.

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Msefk@reddit

huh where to begin.
I remember having this bunk bed when i was like 7-13 with a desk underneath. I slept on the top with my cat. I woke at 3am one night to this terrifying growl that went on for what seemed like minutes under me. i started screaming and my parents came to me and did not believe me at all. But, hey I was a kid. My cat reacted too; he was not cool with it.

When I was about 16, this otherworldly thing appeared in my full length mirror, all hooded and surrounded by purple fog while I was in bed nearby it. I was watching Conan O' Brien laying in my bed. I had to like force it away with my mind, insist it wasn't there. I don't know how else to explain it. Bedroom set up was weird, Sorta like a P on its side, where the vertical part is a hallway, and the semi circular part of the letter was where the bed and the TV were. On the hallway, facing the side of the bed, there was a hanging full length mirror.
(Circumstantial, my sister who shared a wall with me told me same night she saw a bunch of threads hanging from the ceiling on the opposite side of where the mirror was)

Had some bad shit happen to me at 23 and then saw a whole lotta shit. Became hyper aware to things around me. Initially felt like I was being watched. Then started seeing things in the corner of my eye in the dark move. Then saw black on shadow things with eyes i could only see if i thought about it. (red/yellow). Then i saw some manifestations. I ended up doing some magick and getting through it.

I used to work a job where I supervised a team who watched cameras that were all over the United States. The corporation I worked for is mammoth and critical to the functioning of a country, it's not some creep shit. but it kinda is no matter what ya do. Here's some of the stuff I saw:

a ghost that appears in a training center every night in Maryland. It stands dead center in the camera view. It kinda has a shape of being draped in cloths.
UAPs that appear over apparent burn pits in Pa. part of our job was to remediate and investigate analytical video alerts ultimately with text strings describing event and our actions. team members were instructed to stop notating them as UFO/UAP - not by me tbc.
two people who engaged in multiple sex positions, utterly nude, alone in the center of a parking lot, at 930pm EST. These two people continued intercourse even as they were handcuffed and pulled apart. (male/female, arrested while doggystyle) in Maryland

The night before my father died I was up late working on a circuit board. I'm at this desk, behind me is a furnace room with a latched door. There is no entrance into that area. No one was in that area. It's like 3am. My cat is sleeping on my couch. I'm holding a soldering iron and looking through a magnifying glass helping hands, when there are three super loud KNOCKS on that furnace door, within the room, like a Cop is about to announce a warrant. Cat and I spring up, both of us with our hair up, I grab an electric battery powered chainsaw, throw open the door, nobody there! frazzled and disturbed, i tear down my work for the night, and go to bed.
I wake to a call of my mother screaming my father has died the next morning.

We have a ghost cat in our current house. Husband and I both turned and looked at the same spot at the same time, and we both saw the same cat in the same place. Then it just wasn't there. We had both seen what we thought was a cat before this, but this time was different because we both saw it.

I played Ouija board a few times in my parent's basement and it was never the same after. I got rid of the board and vowed to never play it again. Weird things continued, but at least I didn't make them worse.

Fast forward 10 years, I moved to across the country and whenever I go back to my parent's house, the basement feels peaceful. Like it's been restored. I wonder if the spirits dissapated overtime.

Question OP, I heard somewhere that it was bad to break Ouija boards. Did anything happen to you after you did that?

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ThrowawayANarcissist@reddit

What happened after you used it that was weird?

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I never heard that it was bad to break them. Nothing bad spiritually happened as in hauntings. And I doubt I can contribute it to the bad events in my life… but who knows. I just knew in that moment I needed to break whatever bond was there and that’s what made sense at the time. But there probably was a better way to do it.

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Otie1983@reddit

So from what I understand (and I have zero personal experience with ouija boards, just done research for friends, my Grandfather made me swear to him when I was a tween that I would never even be in the same room as one being used… he had such a terrifying experience when he was young… refused to say what it was so bad) the danger of breaking the board or not disposing of it safely, is more if the session wasn’t closed properly. That if the gateway was open, and the board is destroyed, that it can’t be closed again.

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drjenavieve@reddit

I was just being sarcastic. What about your sister though, would she mess with you?

But for real, it’s really freaky story. Thanks for sharing.

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photosynthesis4life@reddit

Well no, I feel like that’s a legitimate question. I really thought about it trying to figure it out. My sister was only six or so at the time. The whole thing was super weird.

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David_High_Pan@reddit

Holy smokes, this one gave me chills.

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When I was very young, I would have this recurring dream of going to the same house. At the time, I had been having this dream since before I could remember. It had been happening for at least several years. It was a pleasant dream and I looked forward to it.

I would walk through the front door, it was a split level so I would go up a short flight of stairs that lead into the living room. Then I would walk straight across and into the kitchen.

There were always adults in the kitchen but they were blurry. They were always making spaghetti and meatballs, but they would tell me to go play.

Next, I would walk out of the kitchen doorway and go right, down a hallway with bedrooms. I never went into any of these bedrooms, but at the end of the hall was a small table with a Rainbow Brite doll on it that I would play with.

Then I would walk back down the hallway, turn right, walk through the living room and then down the stairs to the lower level, turning right and this brought me to a tv room. The tv was the kind that looked like a piece of furniture and there was a couch directly in front of it.

On the back wall that ran along the stairs there were 2 doors. I knew one was a bedroom and the other was a laundry room. Sometimes I would poke around in each of these rooms, but the details of them were usually blurry.

What I looked forward to was the door that was to the right of the television. It was a small room, but when I opened the door it was filled practically to the ceiling with toys! It was kid heaven. And the dream always ended with my playing in that room.

Fast forward to the summer after second grade. My parents had just divorced and I wasn’t handling it well. They decided I should stay with my rich aunt and cousin that I was close in age to for the summer (my father’s sister). They lived in one of those big McMansions in a neighborhood where every road ended with a cul-de-sac. She had soo many great toys. My aunt signed us up for roller skating lessons (the highlight of my summer).

One day, we went to my cousin’s other grandparents. The grandparents we do not share. When I walked through the front door, I knew immediately it was the house in my dream!

We walked into the kitchen where all of the adults had gathered, and they were making spaghetti and meatballs. They said it would be a bit before dinner was ready, so we should go play downstairs. As my cousin and I walked back towards the staircase, I looked down the upstairs hallway and lo and behold, there was a Rainbow Brite doll on a table at the end of the hallway.

Once we were downstairs in the tv room, I excitedly told my cousin about my dream and that this was the house. Of course, she didn’t believe me…I mean, it’s crazy! The door to my favorite room was closed…so I said, “I’ll prove it to you. I know what is in that room.” She was incredulous, there was no way I could know. I told her the room was filled with toys, and she was shocked! We opened the door and sure enough, it was toys upon toys.

I asked her, I never knew why the house had a room filled with toys….she told me her grandmother used to babysit. My cousin seemed to believe me more after this, but she was still skeptical. It doesn’t matter, I know.

I never had the dream again after that day. I don’t know why it even happened. I have had have numerous strange occurrences throughout my life. One of my mother’s cousins is a professional psychic-she even works with psychic kids at a summer camp. She says it runs in our family. 🤷‍♀️

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North-Director8717@reddit (OP)

Back door was open?

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NatPortmanTaintStank@reddit

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RevolutionaryBee6859@reddit

My mother, my best friend plus her boyfriend and his friend (thats four reasonably sane people!) were chatting in my room and I stepped out to put the kettle on. Very small house, the kitchen was a few steps away.

Next thing I hear them calling my name, laughing, and saying "Where's she going?" I was like "I'm right here! Just making tea!" and step back into my room.

Mother's face goes white, my friends are like "what the fuck? How did you get back here so fast?" "What were you doing outside?"

Yes, I survived my teens and twenties despite everyone else's best efforts.

Once late at night I was taking a piss and looked over at the sink. I felt a funny tension in my head that felt locked where I was looking. A moment later the toothbrush cup slid six inches towards me.

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PurpleVein99@reddit

That funny tension thing? Is it like the ringing in your ears type of thing?

Way, way long ago, my husband and I were getting ready to go out for like a date night or something, and I was at the mirror putting on mascara, and he was sitting on the throne lacing up his boots, when we each turned to look at each other. There was a strange sort of tension in the air, and we could feel something building up. There was a ringing sound in my ears that was escalating and he said, "Do you hear that?"

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physicsbuddha@reddit

Did you ever try to make that happen again?

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primarycolorman@reddit

No, I'm boring and didn't want to end up the protagonist in real life 'scanners' movie.

When I was a kid, we moved around a ton (commercial airline pilot brat). I was in different schools almost every year until I hit middle school. I felt isolated and always the new kid.

I took my loneliness and depression and vanished into books. In middle school, at the height of me getting bullied, I became interested in the paranormal. Ghosts, ESP, aliens, etc. I consumed every book on the subjects I could find both at my school library and the public library. I watched tons of those kinds of shows.

I realized pretty early that it was all bullshit. People will always jump to magic whenever something happens they don't understand or can't immediately explain. It's how magicians work. Logically you understand that it's a trick, that there was some device or slight of hand, but at some level you want it to be real magic.

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North-Director8717@reddit (OP)

And some live a horror

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epidemicsaints@reddit

A friend and I were sitting on my Mom's lawn watching the lunar eclipse 20? years ago and something ran at us from a field across the road and jumped over our shoulders, passing between us and running into the woods.

I heard on "Monsters Among Us" that a pterodactyl creature has been seen by multiple people in my county but we didn't see anything. My daughter is convinced it was something demonic, because it started while we were saying her bedtime prayers but I suspect it really was what it sounded like. Wing flaps would explain the thumps and if it was bumping against the electrical equipment outside the house, which happened to be in exactly that corner, it would explain the flickering lights.

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slimecounty@reddit

Growing up I lived across the street from a two-story middle school, with a small park at the end of my block, just outside the city of Chicago. It was summer 1994 and I had eaten dinner at my friend's house then went to the dollar store with him and his parents. They dropped me off at home and it was already dark out. I ran inside to let my mom know I was going to the park to play with this fucking toy I bought; it was one of those plastic contraptions where you pull the rip cord and the top spins right off the base and goes flying in the air.

I write horror fiction (check out my profile if you want more info) but I have had a few real experiences that I could not explain. I'm just going to recount 2 of them - one a ghost encounter and the other just insanely creepy.

When I was about 19, I was hanging out at a friend's house party where we watched a movie and used the occasion as a chance to socialize. As the night was coming to a close, I decided to call it for the night and walk back to my car in the dark. The street was packed with vehicles and I had to walk a good 7-8 houses down to get to my car.

As I'm walking I notice out of the corner of my eye a small girl standing across the street, facing me with an angry expression. I made full eye contact, and chills just hit me. There are moments in life when your fight or flight kicks in and you just know something is bad / danger is near—and this moment of eyes connecting was very much that. It was so uncomfortable almost instantly.

Now I'm not afraid of children. She looked dressed for a different time period, angry, and never said a word but kept her gaze on me from across the street.

I very quickly walked to my car while keeping my eyes on her. As I walked she turned her head and kept gazing at me in a stern fashion.

A van was parked in front of my vehicle, and so it blocked my line of sight for just a moment. I got in my car freaked out a bit and drove down the street toward the spot where she had been.

She was gone, and in her place was a decorative white mailbox. There was no way she could have been standing in the spot, physically there was another object there.

It scared the crap out of me, because not only was the child unnerving, but the prolonged viewing meant I was not imagining this. I was very much awake.

Later that week I told my friend whose party I had been at and a few of the friends that had been at the party, if they had seen such a small girl. None had, but one of my friends asked where I had seen her, and upon showing the mailbox, told me that the house was in fact their grandparents house they currently lived in, and that they had no children, but had noted odd things happening in the home from time to time.

So whatever I saw, my friends thought must be connected to the hauntings the grandparents were experiencing. I just happened to walk by and actually see the ghost.

Not a ghost story, but oh boy hold onto your hats.

I love kayaking, the wife and I go to a local lake often to get out on the water. Most times we bring snacks and a packed lunch onboard, the. find a quiet cove and eat on the water.

This trip was a perfect day. We get to the boat ramp and there is a set of life jackets hung for free and the typical warnings about water safety nearby. We slip out kayaks in, and away we go!

Beautiful sunny day on the water. We paddle out into the lake a bit, pass a sandy beach looking area, cut into one of the offshoots on the lake, then paddle back for some time until we find a quiet, calm and secluded spot to enjoy our lunch under some shade.

This spot was interesting—lots of lily pads and tree coverage at kind of a dead end for the water, but no shoreline worth pulling off on. Just before that area was a small rock formation where kids would jump off and into the water. Overall a beautiful spot for a picnic from the boats.

We enjoy our lunch, the paddle back up the waterway toward the open lake / beach area, then onward toward the boat launch. We get to the boat launch and the police are there refueling their patrol boat. The cops ask how our day went and we made short talk about how lovely the day was.

We pack up our kayaks and gear—then drive home.

The perfect day.

The next day as I'm working I see news break about the lake we had been on the day before. Apparently, a man had gone missing and was presumed drown right about the time we had been on the lake.

I checked the location where he had last been seen and it was near where we had turned off the lake and paddled downstream. I texted my wife, and as we discussed I wondered if, based on the currents from the previous day, his body could have drifted into that small cove we had our quiet lunch in. A morbid thought, but I said if I was leading the search, that is exactly where I would look.

My wife and I move on with our day, and the text conversation becomes a fleeting thought.

About two hours later, news breaks that the authorities found the man's body.

They found him exactly where we had been enjoying our lunch floating in our kayaks.

He could have even potentially been there when we were there.

That was a wild moment. My wife and I discussed what would have happened if we had found him—what would that moment have been like?

It definitely spooked us a bit.

This experience ultimately became the foundation for a story I wrote in my book, titled "Those Down Deep".

After the authorities found this man's body, I began researching the lake more, and found over 45 people have died in its waters over the last few years.

One true story stood out to me.

A family of 3 generations (grandma / grandpa, mom and dad, children) all went for a trip to that lake together on a beautiful sunny weekend. They anchored their boat off the very sandy beach my wife and I paddled past, and the family took various ice chests, chairs, towels and their little dog with them to the shore. They had a great day of enjoying the lake it seemed.

The next morning, the police patrol passed by and found the boat still anchored off the shore. The police found nobody on the shore, but did find all their stuff (beach chairs, towels, sand toys, coolers, beach balls) and their small dog running up and down the beach barking.

The family was just gone.

Authorities called in divers, and sure enough, about 20 feet off the shore they found all 3 generations: someone had gotten pulled by the tide and then stuck in the mud floor of the lake—the entire family drown and got stuck as well trying to save each other.

3 generations of a family found on the floor of the lake.

The county has such a pouring of outrage over the accident, the county began warning others with signage and provided the very free life vests my wife and I passed when launching our kayaks into the lake.

I’ve been a pretty big skeptic most of my life, but a lot of the UAP disclosure stuff has me now believing that it’s likely true. One possible explanation is that there really is some sort of cloaking technology. It could also be that the propulsion system warps space around the ship making it impossible to take high resolution photos.

Time will eventually reveal the truth.

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OneLifeThatsIt@reddit

I kinda feel this way about all of these stories. There are likely non-supernatural explanations, we just don't know what they are.

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NighthawkCP@reddit

Yea, I've been able to help explain some "UFO's" to people in the area when they ask about seeing a flying object or something in my area and give me the time and location. I'm also open to a paranormal experience, but I'm pretty skeptical and like to determine what could cause the experience outside of just, ghosts. But again, I've never had any sort of unexplained experience before that I couldn't explain, so not trying to shit on others, it has just never happened to me personally.

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OneLifeThatsIt@reddit

I've had a weird experience like in this thread, but I chalk it up to imperfect memories, a dream, or something like that (brother and I both saw a girl in our rooms, not at the same time, and supposedly didn't tell each other, but I don't remember for sure - probably just convinced myself I saw it too). I'm a skeptic but don't rule it out completely, I just don't think it's really possible. Most things have an explanation of some sort.

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Apprehensive_Hat8986@reddit

No. Because our brains are very fuckin' flawed and of that I have plenty of repeatable, recorded, verifiable, peer-reviewed evidence.

We may not know it, we may not be able to figure it out, but there's always an explanation.

Sleep paralysis is very often confused for hypnogogic and hypnopompic hallucinations. They are different though.

If you can't move as you're waking up, that's sleep paralysis.

If you see and / or hear some shit as you're falling asleep - that's a hypnogogic hallucination.

If you see / hear shit as you're waking up, that's hypnopompic.

The two are commonly, but not always accompanied by sleep paralysis. Which is why they're confused for being the same. That, and tons of YouTubers and podcasters never learned the difference.

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Cuttis@reddit

Thank you! I had heard that term before but wasn’t sure if it fit

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sweetestfetus@reddit

As he yells. I look in the mirror and see the boat and trailer next to the explorer. I turn to see what I saw and watch the boat hit a berm, go airborne and flip upside down, land & slide 30 yards and slide off into the ravine catapulting the trailer down

We get out while my friend is flipping out “my dad is going to kill me” (his dad was a prick). I’m just looking down at this boat that’s about 10 feet down and trying not to freak out about how that was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. It was like an action sequence with the timing from my view

We climbed down and it looks like someone took a chainsaw to the boat and sliced it clean off. The trailer is in good shape despite being launched down a ravine. So we get back to the road. There is no way our Nokia has service out in the boonies of south east Nevada 40 miles or so from Vegas and 100+ from our house

I think it was close to the 4th and the tow truck was out and the marina said you can’t pull it out yourself for whatever reason, I wasn’t there

No way that is happening with 4 kids and two of us being hillbilly types. We found service, called his dad who flipped out and sped down

He shows up around 8 or so which is something which meant he was going to lay into him and he did. They pulled it out and we get home around 1am expecting my parents to be upset or worried

Both asleep. “Oh you are home and safe, that sounds crazy, go to bed”. Good ol 90s parents

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Lucky_Baseball176@reddit

I have read most of these comments. Remarkable stuff.

Personally I absolutely believe in UFOs after I saw a flying saucer when I was young. I use that term deliberately because that is exactly what it looked like. Been following that community ever since.

I believe in ghost, whatever that means. I personally haven’t had an encounter, but I know people I completely trust that have. And there are just too many examples.

I’m on the fence about “Bigfoot “. I do accept that people have had encounters with something we don’t yet know about.

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SisterInSin@reddit

TL; DR: My aunt knew the exact time that my uncle (her husband) died. Nobody was there but me. I still haven't told her that she was right.

Context: He was on hospice and I was acting as his night nurse of sorts. My aunt had made me swear to get some sleep before leaving the night before, told me I was wearing myself thin by not sleeping every night to watch over him and then staying awake all day to be with family. She is not the kind of person you disobey, so I swore that I would... but I couldn't let him die alone and didn't sleep.

When it started happening, it happened so fast. The nurse had just left ~15 minutes previously and the change was unmistakable. I think it took ~2 minutes total, but it felt like an eternity while telling him how much we all loved him and who was waiting for him on the other side (I don't believe in an afterlife but he did). I still worked clinically at the time, so when it was done I felt compelled to call the time of death in my head.

When my aunt got the call the next morning (a few hours later when the nurses rounded again) I maintained that I had gone to sleep so I didn't know the time of death. My aunt said she knew what time he died and correctly restated his actual time of death even though she wasn't notified and he wasn't pronounced until hours later.

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NotJustMyDisorders@reddit

Wow! How long were they married/together?

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SisterInSin@reddit

I think they had been together for a little more than 40 years. He was her first and only love.

She said that she awoke from sleep at the time (that I had called his time of death in my head) and just knew he had gone.

For two weeks after 9/11 I cried myself to sleep. On one of those nights I started to hyperventilate, which I had never done, only seen others do. I couldn't stop and realized I'd never make it to wake someone and was panicking, so I prayed for help. I am Catholic (no longer practicing, and with serious issues with their reproductive dogma) so I prayed to Mary. Instantly, I was calm and breathing normally. It was completely freaky, and if I hadn't been so calm I would have been spooked.

Maybe praying distracted my malfunctioning systems enough to break the cycle? I know praying acts on the body like meditating. But it sure was dramatic, just instant calm and peace.

My girlfriend and I were driving in Massachusetts one night in an area known as “The Bridgewater Triangle”. We turned onto a road in a dark forested area, and suddenly I saw what appeared to be an apparition of a woman in a long dress cross out in front of my car. I slammed on my breaks and gasped. I thought for sure my girlfriend would be like “wtf are you doing?”

I’m with you in the sense that I think we just don’t have explanations yet for this weird stuff. Not that it isn’t happening, or that there aren’t some people bullshitting themselves or others, but just that we only have so many ways to process the information around us.

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WitchesDew@reddit

I think if you look for things it's easy to hype yourself up

Yep

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MC_Hospice@reddit

Same. Seems more likely that these experiences were imagined or misinterpreted than some sort of spiritual explanation.

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WhatTheCluck802@reddit

Yes. I love these stories and I WANT to believe - but I think there are logical explanations for things. What they are, I don’t know.

My unexplained experience was the UFO I saw back in 2003… not saying it was a craft piloted by little gray creatures but it was a flying (actually hovering…) object that I cannot explain by any known earthly item back in those days. Drones were not a thing and there was nothing in that rural field that could have projected blinking colored lights silently hovering and zig zagging in the night sky. No aircraft I was aware of had that capability, certainly not in the middle of podunk rural Vermont. And I did not have a smartphone then of course so no video. Watched it for about 20 minutes. The strangest thing.

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fighttodie@reddit

I did some ghost hunting once and the next morning I woke up to someone calling my name. I laid in bed processing what happened when I heard it again this time while fully awake.

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Collective82@reddit

I was in an airplane flying south to north I believe.

I looked out the window and there was a circle of light.

Well that’s weird, the sun shouldn’t leave a circle as it’s so diffused.

I keep watch and a small hole in the clouds opens, barely bigger than the light circle (which at my angle was maybe an inch or two in diameter), I see a wing and a blue light.

wtf? What is that?

So I keep watching, and there’s a big break coming up, now I will see what..it…is….

Where is it?!?!?!

I see a reflection of light where it should be, like light reflecting off glass type reflection.

Never figured out what it was. I didn’t ask anyone else, because I didn’t want to be that crazy loony on a place and it was only a few years since 9/11.

So I saw SOMETHING, but no idea what it was.

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Ag1980ag@reddit

I swear I saw a serial killer or at least a murderer. On a Sunday in the summer of 1997, I was gassing up the old wagon. These were the days when you had to give the cashier cash at night before you could pump. As I was paying, this ancient GMC pickup truck pulls up to the pump next to where I parked. The driver wore only a pair of filthy overalls and had a wild grey beard. As I w as liked back to my car, the foulest odor I have ever smelled poured from the covered bed of that truck. The dude stared me down as I walked and continued to stare at me as I filled up. I immediately finished fueling and peeled out as fast as my old car allowed.

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Bandando@reddit

Main thing I've found crucial to avoid unwanted interaction is to not be fearful, assert authority over your self and your domain, and ask for help from any spiritual figure or concept familiar to you, regardless of adherence to a belief system ("the light," angels, positive guides, Jesus, etc).

Idk what "it" is but "it" is real.

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Great_Mullein@reddit

I will often do what you say if I start to get a creepy feeling. I tell myself that I'm a human, that we have conquered and murdered every creature on this planet, that other creatures fear us, and also say that I believe in God/higher power.

My buddy and I got out of the car and some random person approached us. He managed to help us out of the situation and we were back on the road.

The dude disappeared and after we thought about it, neither of us could decide where he came from.

Our initial thoughts were maybe it was the person that cut us off that helped us back on the road but the whole situation was so odd and confusing.

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Starsteamer@reddit

There’s a weird thing about this: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Third_man_factor

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What made you think you should take down his pictures as opposed to anything else?

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dezeus88@reddit

Yes. During the lockdowns. A friend and I, both in our 40s, took an evening walk to a purportedly haunted graveyard in his neighborhood. As we were leaving he yelled “what the fuck is that!?”

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ManateeFlamingo@reddit

One evening I came home (we enter through the garage, which is attached to our pantry area/kitchen). I entered & it was a little dark because no one was in the kitchen area except my dog, I had my hands full so I said hey baby!! She lifted her head up to me as I continued to walk through the kitchen. I walk to the living room, where my dog came from the back, wagging her tail at me, happy as ever to see me!! She was coming from our bedroom area. I was SO confused. I walked back to the kitchen and nothing was there. WTF. It still baffles me!!

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Intrepid-Lettuce-694@reddit

Yes. I'm assuming cannabis induced, however I was a smoker for years prior and still am loving cannabis and haven't ever experienced this again.

So this was over a decade ago. I owned a nice cannabis business and we just learned how to make Moroccan Hash.. well we smoked that stuff to test it out and you know for funsies. Ended up going to sleep at like 5pm directly after dinner because we had smoked the best hash ever all day.

We woke up around 3am in our home and stumbled to the living room to chill. We ended up making a snack and arguing out of no where. I ended up saying something like dude why the fuck are you mad? Why am I mad? We laughed and said must have woken up in a bad mood said sorry for the attitude etc but then the light just turned off. I go to flip the breaker outside and as I am putting my hand on the door knob, it starts violently shaking. I call to my husband to call the cops because someone must be breaking in. I held onto the door tight as I can and locked it then ran over to the sliding glass door to make sure it was locked. I'm going to lock it and that starts shaking like crazy too. It's a glass door and at this point I realized nobody was there.

I yell at my husband to get over here because i don't believe in ghosts so I just wanted to make sure I wasn't missing anything. He sees nothing too.

I let my guard dog out of the bedroom where I sleep and he sleeps and he's barking at nothing, but to him it was something..he was locking eyes with something about 7 feet tall and practically foaming with anger. I try to calm him by using the code word saying nothing is there. I'm scared so I don't touch him but I notice the kitchen fan is shaking too above where the dogs barking.

My husband is checking all the outside at this point, and there is no sign of anyone here. This all happened in five minutes and I thought it must be an earth quake but my husband yelling that this is some paranormal stuff and told me to look stuff up.

So I'm just scared on my phone looking on forums of ghost things. And I did what it said. At the last window/door I am rubbing my damn spit on the top and sides and saying this is my house you can't be here like some bat shit crazy person but as I said the last word with the last door it stopped right away.

Oh and get this...One other time, we were smoking and I blew out my toke.....my smoke stopped like it hit a person. I could see the head and top of shoulders, I got scared because of what happened before and I ran into my bedroom, but as I was running a large solid wood didgeridoo leaning against a wall got chucked at my head...missed me as I ran into the bedroom but left a dent on the wall as well as causing a paint scar on the didge. At this house I also heard my name being called in my husband voice, telling me to come outside. I went outside and the door would lock. I would call my husband and ask when he got home and where he was other times and he would just be worried. So I of course went to a psychiatrist to make sense of this.

We moved from that house, and I have never heard of seen anything out of the ordinary ever since.

Maybe it was cannabis induced psychosis? That's my only explanation but it's a poor excuse as I never stopped ingesting or smoking cannabis, and still never experienced anything like at that house.

Lostscribe007@reddit

This is how I always feel when people say we're being monitored by the NSA or Russia. I feel sorry for who they hired to watch me because it's got to be a shit detail.

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dsutari@reddit

The ghost 20 minutes later: “good lord, why doth he self-pleasure while eating that sandwich?!”

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DigDugDogDun@reddit

my cousin and I were celebrating our birthdays together one year and we were just standing out in the driveway talking that night after all of the birthday festivities had died down and we saw over the trees behind my house what looked to be a small airplane on fire. Same size, moving over the trees and slowly descending

He got his cell phone out and was ready to call 911 when the "fire" slowly started to dim and the object went from being plane shaped to being a floating orange ball of light which moved to the front of our property out by the street, over the neighbors houses and then hung in the air for about 40 minutes before it slowly lost its color and vanished into darkness

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SteakJones@reddit

The first house I owned gave my wife a creepy vibe. Neither of us are really paranormal believers. I mean I like the stories and all, but I see them just as that,.. stories.

Anyways,.. she said that she always felt like someone was lurking in the bathroom when she was in there. I thought that was odd. I never felt that.

One night several weeks later, I was coming up from our basement at night and out of nowhere I had a very strange feeling like someone was staring at me from the darkest corner of the split level staircase. It gave me a huge chill and I stared at it. Then I felt extremely silly about it and thought it was stupid, so I started up the stairs but then I stopped and turned again. The feeling felt stronger. Now instead of feeling stupid or silly, I was annoyed. I was almost angry. All I could think of was “what if” there was some kind of ghost or spirit in my house making my wife feel nervous and now it’s gonna start making me look over my shoulder? Fuck that noise. Without a second thought I sternly started talking out loud in the stairwell. “Listen up, this isn’t your house. This is my house. I bought it. I live here. If you want to stay here you better start conjuring up some rent money, otherwise you need to get the hell out.”

Maybe it was the tone of my voice or the complete absurdity of the situation, or a combo of the both, but I felt better. After that, I went to bed and didn’t think a thing of it. I also didn’t say anything about it to anyone because it was weird as fuck. 😆

Well fast forward a few weeks and in passing my wife tells me that she hasn’t felt weird in the bathroom for “a bit”. I asked her how long? She said “actually not for about two weeks”

I then told her everything that I typed here and we had an odd laugh about it. I too never felt like someone was watching me from the corner of the basement room.

Just a few months ago, I was sleeping facing in to my bed when I felt someone get up from behind me then I heard a grunting breathing accompanied by the sound of slapping footsteps to the other side of my bed where something grabbed my outstretched hand.

I have assumed it was some sort of sleep paralysis thing but I also burned a bunch of white sage and it hasn't happened again.

When I was 6 and living in MA my father and I were driving at night and saw this absolutely huge dog/wolf creature. It was completely black and started running along the side of the road (it felt like it was chasing the car). We were so spooked, I remember not stopping at a stop sign and me being scared to look behind us.

My dad called the police when we got home and reported it. We made sure to keep on the look out for it whenever driving in that area, but never saw it again. We moved to NJ a few months later so we never learned if it was an isolated thing or if others saw something similar. I still think about it sometimes when driving on back roads in the dark.

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methodwriter85@reddit

The weirdest thing that happened to me was when I was working at a museum I volunteer with. There was a lamp that I had on for photographing an item. The lamp at one point just switched off. And I don't mean that the lamp light flickered out and died. I mean the switch that you use to turn the lamp on and off just flicked off without me touching it.

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BlueSnaggleTooth359@reddit

A couple times there was a drawing where they'd pull your name or number of a box or big bowl or whatever and once I just got his by this feeling and I knew I won and another time I just got hit by this feeling new I was about to be picked to go next and I started walking up each time before the hand was in to start picking a paper slip out. I was half way there each time by the time they read out my number/name. Those are the only two times I was ever hit by a feeling like that for any such drawing.

Once I was watching a baseball game and all of a sudden yelled out OMG he's going to hit a home run! And the next pitch it was out of the park and then a few innings later the same thing for a different hitter.

Back in college my mom hadn't seen my dad for months (and I think only a few times before ever) and then she was walking across campus and all of a sudden got hit by this feeling and knew he was about to call and she ran back to the dorm and 10 minutes later he called for the first time, out of the blue. No sort of mutual friend talk or anything, no hints, nothing ahead of time.

Etc.

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Quirky0ne@reddit

I was probably around 8 years old when I came running into the house to go to the bathroom which was upstairs in our century home. As soon as I turned the corner onto the stairs and looked up I saw the figure of a woman in a white flowy dress holding a baby in a white christening gown and holding the hand of a little boy in a sailor suit standing at the top of the landing. I had this intense urge to pray as I looked in the little boys eyes. I’m now really religious but you bet I immediately got on my knees on those stairs and prayed. When I looked up again, they are gone and I felt at peace.

I never forgot what happened but was shocked when a year later my parents were renovating our kitchen and there was evidence of a fire in the corner of the room - right below the landing where I saw them.

I personally feel like I helped them all move on that day.

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Valuable-Contact-224@reddit

On the way to my nieces funeral last year, who died at 12 years old from cancer, her funeral was only a 30 minute drive from where I was, a large buzzard bird flew in front of our car knocking the passenger mirror off the car. I then googled what does this kind of thing mean, like if birds mean something, and the top of google says, birds are messengers of the dead and that a buzzard means a lack of Joy. Her name was Joyanna.

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Clevergirlphysicist@reddit

I used to live in an old colonial house in Massachusetts. One night my (ex) husband was in the bathroom getting ready for bed, and I was in bed. I can see the bathroom door from where I was lying. The door was shut, but suddenly the door knob just started rattling around, kinda like some jerk kid would do if you were going to the bathroom. It lasted several seconds. My husband asked wtf I was doing. I was still in bed. I asked why HE was rattling the knob. Still not sure what that was

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Miserable-Advisor-70@reddit

I’m convinced that all buildings in New England at least 150+ years old are haunted. Both old homes I lived in as a kid in rural Northeast Vermont sure as heck were. Got to love those creepy af dirt cellars you can’t stand up straight in.

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BlueSnaggleTooth359@reddit

Racoon in the closet? Earthquake?

Space creature.

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Redonkulator@reddit

I saw a burning orb UFO. This was maybe 6 years ago.

Clear November night, event lasted maybe 1.5 minutes. I watched it travel in a straight line towards my location above my little town, then it stopped and hovered in place for about 15 seconds. I had binoculars handy on the back porch and watched it up close.

It started to quickly spiral upwards in a lazy loop getting smaller and smaller. About a minute later, 2 F18's from the local Navy base flew by low and fast.

Before it zipped upwards, the orb was maybe .5 miles away from me, maybe 600' up above a body of water. From what I could see through the binoculars, it looked like an 15' diamter orb wreathed in rippling digitized plasma flame.

Seeing one in real life was exhilarating, scary and awe inspiring all at once.

I'm an experienced Mariner and a military aviation nerd. This was not strange weather or anything we could build.

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Thismomenthere@reddit

At 17 (90s) I was driving to a friends house at night. I had to stop at the families cabin to tell my Dad something.

I walked up on the little patio and the door was locked because he was at a cabin further up the lake. Got the key from the hiding spot, went inside and read his note. Came outside and saw a flash in the trees to my left. Like a film camera flash. It was dark, no lights, generator was off.

It was such a quick thing I figured it was lightening, which is kinda rare there, began to walk back out the trail, about a ten minute walk to the road. Quiet clear night, snow, stars.

Dunno why but I got maybe 50 feet from the steps and looked back. Some guy was standing on the steps. Figured it was Dad and started giving him the message. He didn't say a word. Dad? Dad? I said, no answer.

I got freaked out because I couldn't tell who it was so I said "If you're fucking with me give it up." Nothing back. I could tell anything, just a regular person shape. Not some skinny stupid movie deamon looking thing, just a person.

I bolted. I was a fast runner. I looked back 2 times as I ran and this guy was running behind me but never catching up. I made it down the hill to the car jumped in and I hit the gas so hard Rock flew and the car kind bounced and squealed tires while the rear shook. This guy just stood at the top of that little hill looking down.

It was not my Dad. He never admitted to it. I know it wasn't him because he would have lost his shit at how that cat was treated when I drove off and then about me swearing.

So, dunno, maybe a freak person, but, this was the tiniest community in Eastern Canada, nothing like that ever happened (murders, crazies, kidnapping etc.)

UFO. More accurately, a light pattern indicative of a flying saucer. Summer 2000, 2am one night and I can’t sleep. Look out the window and I see it. Dead silent, rather low altitude, probably 100m above, slowly moving east.

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Ambitious_Jelly8783@reddit

This thread is the equivalent of watching unsolved mystreries or telling scary stories at camp by the fire... I won't be sleeping tonight but I can't stop reading.

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theBackground13@reddit

Geez, unsolved mysteries had some creepy ass episodes. Even the intro music…

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Great_Mullein@reddit

Same. In bed right now avoiding sleep and giving myself the heebie-jeebies.

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CrouchingDomo@reddit

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Start to finish, most xennial unexplained story thus far.

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szechuan_steve@reddit

Fuck no.

Why TF can people not warn someone before they come stay at their haunted house? Before.

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raikougal@reddit

I saw the ghost of the former owner to my first car.

He had been sick for awhile and while he was alive the car was his baby (87 BMW) but after he passed after a years long battle with cancer his wife had no use for the vehicle and I needed a car for college. We bought it and I had only had it for maybe... 3 months, when one day I went outside to sit in the Alabama heat in 107 degree heat index weather in my car. I wasn't going to do anything besides rev the engine and sit in the driveway because at that point I only had my permit. Anyway, so I go out there and get in the car, I'm out there maybe 1#5-20 minutes and keep in mind I live by a cow pasture. I see someone out of the corner of my eye, wearing tan coveralls (think mechanic) and sporting a mullet, they walk up on the other side of the fence and I watch them, it looks like they're about to turn and put their arms on the fencepost and talk to me, so I turned to give them my full attention but when I fully look up, there's nobody there.

At first, I just think, "Okay I've been out in the heat too long my eyes are playing tricks on me." and if it had been just that one time, I could chalk it up to that, but nope. Not five minutes later the SAME DAMN THING HAPPENS, keep in mind I am not spiritually sensitive, like at all, so seeing something like this was jarring. After the second time, I turn off the car and BOOK IT inside the house and tell my Mom what happened and assure her that I don't just see things, like ever. She asks me to describe what the person looked like and I tell her it was a male, wearing coveralls and sporting a mullet and she was like, "That sounds like the former owner." And I'm like "Well fuck."

A week and a half later we end up taking the car to school and want to swing by the BMW dealership to get the radio re-coded (I want to say because it had to have a battery replaced.), upon inspection the BMW dealer said, "You got lucky with this card the fuel line has been crushed and is leaking onto a live electrical wire. You two could have gone up at any moment."

Talk about a warning from beyond. 😳

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Grinagh@reddit

So the absolute humdinger I have is I'm a dialectic thinker which means I am almost always thinking in terms of dialogue, I do this so naturally that I modify my voice as I speak each part. One night I take a gummy and I have learned that this seems to make me a receiver and tonight I receive the message that had been sent from ages ago from a civilization that figured out technology before us, how long ago I don't know, they explain that our civilization is approaching a point where long dormant volcanism will transform the world and dissolve our civilization in so much acid that barely anything would be left at this same time a period of hyper-evolution and solar activity would occur. As this long ago project of the past was setup to do was identify candidates able to receive a signal and then educate them to understand the full complexity of the message, namely that our planet revels in mass extinction and that we are the most effective tool of mass extinction to ever come into existence. Our inflection point on this world is about to reach its zenith and then the planet will be returned to a more stable configuration so has it been, so will it be again.

I know when it's me talking with myself and when I'm talking to something else, being a medium isn't easy especially with the ghosts of long lost civilizations.

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BlindMouse2of3@reddit

I was at the store tonight and saw a watermelon with a stem on it. 41 years and it's the first time a watermelon has had a stem still on it by the time it made it to Alaska.

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LodossDX@reddit

Stayed at my cousins house and one night her kids both had nightmares claiming that two kids talked to them. What her kids didn’t know was that a major murder happened in that house back in the 60s. Husband and wife lived with their two kids in the house. The wife was a defendant of John Proctor of Salem witch trials fame. Basically the husband for whatever reason flipped out, beat his wife, made her watch as he executed his children. Offed himself and she died from the beating she got.

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basswired@reddit

my entire bed levitated a bit and bounced/rattled like it was in an earthquake. it was a unit: queen sized mahogany 4 post with top rails. there was no earthquake.

about a week before this my friends who were downstairs neighbors teased me a little about all the furniture moving i did. I thought they meant all my working out, because I had to slide a couch out of the way but there wasn't a lot noise because it slid nicelyon the carpet. I also commented that the other neighbors across from me moved stuff around a lot too. weird. later we all got to talking over a bbq and it turned out none of us in the 4plex were moving furniture mid day making a lot of thumps and thunks and rattles and crashes. wtf?

Then my furniture started moving itself while I was there. I bought a rosary and moved the hell out as soon as I could.

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Grinagh@reddit

Texas 2018, there was nothing in the air when I took this photo

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DryProgress4393@reddit

Yellowish orange light orb UFO , completely silent but very bright.

Noticed it while I was outside letting the dog do it's business around 11 in the evening before bed.

Saw it from a ways a way and at first thought it might be the cops doing a field search in helicopter for weed as they had done that a few nights prior.

As I lived outside town in a rural area farmers fields were popular places to grow weed without being discovered.

I had my headphones in so I didn't think much of it and turned my attention back to my dog.

A few minutes later I noticed it again and it had now gotten closer , I took out my ear bud to listen for some sort of aircraft noise and heard absolute silence.

Everything was still , no wind , no birds ,no summer crickets and other various noises just a still silence.

It started slowly moving in my direction that's when I repeatedly called my dog and her and I noped inside as fast as we could.

I have no idea what I saw but it's honestly one of the scariest moments I've ever had..

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HungFuPanPan@reddit

My brother brought his newborn son home from the hospital to our grandparents’ house. A bunch of us were sitting in my grandfather’s old room (he had passed about a year earlier) and at one point I saw someone peaking around the entryway to the room. I did a double take and it looked exactly like my dead grandfather. I made “eye” contact and then the figure ducked back out of the entryway.

I immediately tuned to my brother and he looked back at me with giant eyes. I said, “Did you just see..” and before I could finish my sentence he said “Pop peaking out from around the corner?”

We erected the only two who saw it. I guess he wanted to check out his first great-grandchild with the rest of the family.

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i-am-your-god-now@reddit

THE SAME FUCKING THING HAPPENED TO ME! 😱

When I was probably, like, 12 or 13, I lived in an apartment where a ton of weird shit happened. And one day, I was home alone (latchkey kid 🙃) and was walking through the living room when suddenly, the knob on the door that opened into the shared hallway started violently shaking, like they were “frantically trying to open it”. There’s literal no better way to describe it. And I just froze and stared unblinkingly at it for, like you said, probably about 10 seconds. Long enough to know damn well I’m not just seeing things. And as soon as it stopped, I stayed frozen for a moment, not even breathing, listening to hear any footsteps running away or doors closing… Nothing. So, I RAN to the door and threw it open, thinking there HAD to be someone on the other side and I wanted to catch them before they disappeared into one of the apartments. (I also had friends on the lower floors, so I thought it might be a prank.) But, the hallway was completely empty and silent. It was a 3 story building and I was on the 3rd floor. If it was someone from my floor, I definitely would’ve heard a door close. And if they were from the second or third floors, they definitely would’ve still been going down the stairs by the time I opened my door and I would’ve heard them. There really was just no one there. I’ve never been able to explain it, but it was the most tangible experience I’ve had.

I have a few runners up, though! All in the same apartment.

I woke up in the middle of the night once and had to go to the bathroom, which was off of the kitchen. In the kitchen, we had a few stacks of plastic cups sitting on a shelf. While I was in the bathroom, I heard what sounded like those cups falling and bouncing all over the floor. It’s a very distinctive sound, right? I then heard my mom yell from her room, which was also off of the kitchen on the other side, “Whoever’s out there, go to bed!” When I left the bathroom, I fully expected to see cups all over the place…but everything was untouched. But, my mom had heard it, too, so I knew it wasn’t just in my head.
I had brought home a little fiber optic lamp from school one day and showed my mom and brother. I remember being in the living room and we were sitting on the floor around it. We were sitting next to an arched floor lamp with a broken shade that my mom had jerry rigged to stay in place. It was pretty much stuck in that one position unless forced out of place. And at one point, while my mom and brother were busy looking at the fiber optic lamp, I happened to glance up and at that exact moment, the shade quickly jerked to the side and stuck in that position. I remember being exasperated that I had been the only one to see it and that no one else seemed to care.
I had a bunch of beaded necklaces that I hung on my wall. But, I halfass everything in life, so I actually just hung them on the switch plate of my light. Literally just balanced on the switch plate for some dumb reason. Just breathing on them the wrong way would make them fall off. Then, one night while I was in bed, I heard them violently shaking. I couldn’t actually see them, because my bookcase was blocking my view, but I heard them loud and clear and unmistakable. That also lasted around 10 seconds. I remember being confused in those 10 seconds, because there’s no way those necklaces could shake like that without ending up on the floor. And when it stopped, I went to check them and they were perfectly in place, balanced on the switch plate.

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Sub_Umbra@reddit

About 10 years ago I was at a conference at the Palmer House Hotel in Chicago, which is generally considered to be haunted. I was supposed to be hosting a coffee break discussion, but due to some miscommunication the hotel staff had set me up on a completely different floor from what was listed in the events calendar, far away from the rest of the goings on. For about 20 minutes I sat alone among the carts of coffee and bagels and such, waiting for the conference coordinator to return with instructions of where to relocate. Suddenly, a spreading knife that had been stuck into a mound of cream cheese fell onto the floor--except, it didn't slowly tip over and slide out, it popped up into the air and arced to the ground. I saw it happen directly in front of me.

Eventually the coordinator came back with an update on where to go. A food service staff member was with her, to wheel the coffee carts to the new location. He saw the cream cheese knife on the floor where it had fallen, and as he bent to pick it up I told him I had witnessed it shooting out of the cream cheese, with force, all by itself. His very matter-of-fact reply: "If I told you half the things I've seen in this hotel, you'd never believe me."

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Morgwar77@reddit

Was out in the yard looking at the stars deep in the high desert and I heard a low but epically loud groan from every direction like a humongous giant animal.

Another worked as the assistant to a medium for a while and hated this stuff so much that when we met he would freak out and cut me off if I as much as mentioned the word “tarot”. Then we started dreaming about each other on the same nights, and feeling when the other person was in trouble and discovering things that were too strange to be a coincidence. After a few years he admitted to me that I made him believe, and that he felt things he couldn’t explain within the first 5 minutes of us meeting. My connection with him was probably the most magical experience I’ve ever had.

All of my premonitions have come true so far except one but I guess it still might (though I’m highly, highly skeptical of that).

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Great_Office_9553@reddit

About 30 years ago, I was riding home with a coworker. We were sitting at a red light at the end of an off ramp, and we both saw a green orb in the sky, almost directly in front of us. We both looked at each other, verified that the other had seen it, and agreed to tell no one about it.

A couple of days later, I told my wife about it. She got all excited, and told me I had to tell her nephew - he had seen it as well (he was at the MIL’s house, a mile or so away) and told everyone there, but none of the adults believed him! When I took him aside and told him, I had to convince him I wasn’t just making fun of him. (Poor little guy.)

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ScreamThyLastScream@reddit

I also saw a green light in the sky while passing an intersection in the evening. I always assumed it was something to do with the green traffic lights on the opposite intersection and my eyes fucking with me, but I have to admit it was a pretty weird thing to see and didn't really explain what I saw. Very very fast moving green light.

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DIVPDX@reddit

Bolide

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est1-9-8-4@reddit

I use to play pranks on my ex all the time. At the time only me, my ex and my dog were the ones living in this house. I no longer live there but my parents did eventually moved into this house so it is still in the family.

Anyways back to the story. So one day I was in the garage working on my car. I left the back kitchen door open and had the dog with me. My ex came home via the front entrance. She normally leaves the door open when she takes off her shoes. it’s a small entrance so the door hits the wall and I would typically hide in that triangle space behind the door and scare her when she comes home. As always she called out for me that she was home. She then walked to the living room / kitchen looking for the dog.

She then heard the voice of a young boy say “i see you…I know what you’re doing”. At this point she figured out I was doing a prank…but I don’t do voices or say anything I just go ‘boo’ or reach out to her… so it was kind of weird.

So she walks to the front entrance and closes the door expecting me to be there hiding. Obviously I am not since I’m with the dog in the garage. My ex freaks out and starts yelling my name so loud I could hear her.

So I come into the kitchen and say “hey stop freaking out I can here you from outside!” And at this point she is hesteical once she sees me and grabs me to go to the back yard. She quickly tells me what happens so I kind of laugh it off. I open the door and my dog run into the house. Normally he jumps on the couch. This time he sits right at the threshold between the kitchen and living room. He won’t budge even when I tell him the command to sit on the couch.

We end up leaving the house via the back kitchen entrance cuz I’m little freaked out to and we drive her car to get away from the house.

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coffeejunkiejeannie@reddit

The week after my mom died my sister, husband and I heard her footsteps going up and down the hallway. I was never scared of them, my mom was the type to check on everyone. Her death was very traumatic, and I feel like she stuck around to make sure everyone was going to be OK.

The footsteps went away after her funeral.

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Abraxas_1408@reddit

Yes. I absolutely did and till this day I have no fucking idea what I saw. Mind you I’m an atheist and a skeptic, but I still haven’t found any way to explain this shit. I was camping with some friends and my dad when I was about 13 or 14 years old. I was laying in my sleeping bag talking to one of my friends when he fell asleep. Anyways I looked up and I saw six lights in a circular hex pattern equally spaced from one another and a seventh light jn the center. They were all equally as bright and brighter than the stars In the sky. They were all as solid white as you can get. They weren’t moving. They weren’t doing anything. It was like they were stuck there. Anyways my dad came over and asked me what I was doing still awake and said that everyone else was asleep. When I looked back up, they were gone. I drew it in my sketch book and that’s why I remember it to this day. I’m 43 now so this was like in 1994 or 1995.

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Civil_opinion24@reddit

Yes!

When I was at secondary school, around 1997/1998, I looked up at the sky and saw an airliner casually making its way overhead.

A few seconds later, it was overtaken by an object, like really overtaken.

The object that overtook it didn't look like a plane and didn't have any con-trails either.

Then, a second object appeared and did the same.

Where it got even weirder was, a minute or so later, three or four Tornado Fighters screamed overhead, followed by several Chinooks.

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Wendigo_6@reddit

In college I lived on the road which connected the revolutionary war battlefield to the courthouse. There was a lot of history. I would occasionally hear bumps and unexplainable sounds I just blamed on the old house.

One time I woke up in the middle of the night to something tickling my foot. I gently kicked it figuring it was my girlfriend. It continued so I sat up. Girlfriend was fast asleep.

I looked at my bedroom door and it was open. This was during the summer, my roommates had all went home. I got up, opened the door the rest of the way, looked at the front door, it was locked. Looked at the basement door and it was wide open. We always kept this door shut and locked because there was nothing down there.

I walked down the hallway to close and lock the door. I turned around and there was a girl floating outside my bedroom door. She was visible from the knees up. I can still remember the dress, her hair, her face. The luminescent color.

I walked past her and she followed me with her eyes by turning her head. I went into my room and closed the door. At no point did I feel scared. She was very calming and felt like someone I knew. I never saw her appear in that form again. At the time I thought I was dreaming so I didn’t say anything about it.

Continue weird events, noises and doors, for another two years until I moved into the small house in the backyard. That’s when it got strange. As soon as I got the keys and walked into the house I got that same feeling as the day I saw her. It never went away, she was there.

During my time there she made herself much more noticeable. Nothing destructive but you couldn’t deny her presence. She would throw books. Knock stuff off of my coffee table. Roll items across the floor. Knocked over a lamp and then picked it back up. Slammed two doors.

One day I heard crying coming from my closet. I went to open the door and couldn’t pull it open. The knob worked. I thought it was hung up from the inside so I yanked. Yanked. Yanked. The door opened slightly and it immediately snapped shut. Weird. I yanked again, it opened a little more and snapped shut. This continued a few times. Each yank the door opened slightly more before snapping shut.

My buddy heard the commotion and walked into my room. From where he was standing he could see into the closet when the door opened. I looked at him and he was as white as a sheet of paper. I said “What’s going on?!?!”

The next thing I know the door slams shut and I hear a bang and rolling noise. The door opens slightly on its own. I pulled it the rest of the way open and the knob from the inside of the door was on the floor and rolling around in circles.

I asked my friend what he saw and he said he didn’t want to talk about it. Now he says he doesn’t remember being there.

At no point did she scare me. She was just… there.

A few months later I brought it up to the girl I was now dating. Apparently when she stayed at my house by herself interior doors would open and shut and stuff would move. The weirdest one was when the books were taken off of a bookshelf and stacked in front of the bedroom door - all of the books on the 3rd shelf were removed except a Bible.

After hearing this I called the girl I was dating when I saw the ghost and asked some non-leading questions. Turns out when she was at the house by herself, interior doors would open/close and stuff would wind up stacked in front of the bedroom door.

I was in the house of my ex overnight and myself and her mother heard three huge bangs on the mother's bedroom door. We both got up, opened our bedroom doors to see what it was, and one of the other bedrooms was on fire. Everyone got out safely, but if it were not for those knocks we'd have all died. 5 years earlier, my ex's twin brother was murdered in a gang-related killing. They all think it was him knocking.

I've felt three people die. The third person i felt die was with me when i felt the second person die and they felt it too.

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L_wanderlust@reddit

Heard a crash upstairs but nothing had fallen. Super creepy

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Ricky_Rollin@reddit

Objects moving without anybody being there. Like a stool will go flying across the kitchen.

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QSlade@reddit

This. I used to visit old cemeteries in rural Kentucky. Saw blinks of lights in a very old cemetery Nick named “the gates of hell” snapped this photo. There was nothing there when I took it

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betterlucknexttime81@reddit

Holy shit.

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Defiant-Specialist-1@reddit

Ok. How were we able to lift our friends into the air with only two fingers and chanting “light as a feather stiff as a board”.

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patriotAg@reddit

Fight ghosts with farts people.

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EmmalouEsq@reddit

My aunt lived with me, and every night after I got home from work she'd make me watch her soaps with her. I hated it and constantly teased her about them. She had been sick for a while, and we were talking about death, and our thoughts about it and she promised to haunt me if she could. (She was an awesome aunt).

Well, one evening, a few months after she passed, my husband and I were watching TV, and I was telling him the stories about my teasing her. Then suddenly, a flag that we had tucked behind a framed diploma on the wall above the tv stand flew up and over the TV landing in the middle of the room.

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ZealousidealDog4802@reddit

A friend and I witness a series of large lightning strikes on a completely clear and sunny day.

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Mypinksideofthedrain@reddit

My gf developed the power to burn me with her hand, very strange and she delighted in it, only many years later a video of the day showed she had been playing with a toxic caterpillar and must have had some of its hairs on her.

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Rat_Master999@reddit

I've seen a UFO or two, lived almost 20 combined years in a couple of haunted locations, visited several others, have performed an exorcism, and smelled a mysterious, wet-dog smell at night while camping in the backwoods of the Olympic Peninsula.

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szechuan_steve@reddit

Here are mine:

Between the ages of 4-6 I was required to take a mid day nap. Had a dream I was in a desert temple where I didn't belong and a temple guard cut off my head. I awoke in bed with my neck tingling where the temple guard had cut.

In the fourth grade, my teacher took a day to tell us all about South Africa and the apartheid.

She spelled the word for us on the board, and went into inappropriate detail about how people hurt each other there. (This is how I learned to spell apartheid.)

She explained how Nelson Mandela was put in prison.

...All of this was after we watched the motorcade of his funeral procession on TV.

Years later, when Nelson Mandela passed away, my co-workers laughed and / or looked at me like I was an idiot for asking "Didn't he die years ago?"

It freaks me out how I have vivid and clear memories of something that never happened.

(I don't think I used to live in another dimension.)

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someguyfromsk@reddit

Before cell phones were common we were driving later at night and the van was overheating and shut down. I rolled to a stop in the middle of nowhere. 20' in front of us was a truck. I went running up to them and it was a bunch of cowboys driving to the next rodeo. I said our engine quit and asked if they had a phone, the driver said he just had a feeling he should stop and handed me their phone.

I have no idea how they knew to stop in the exact place we would break down shortly after.

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are_you_scared_yet@reddit

My wife and I occasionally heard a loud thump under our house in a certain room. Her grandparents owned it previously and always talked about a ghost that lived there. My wife always thought it was a joke until we moved in and started to experience strange things like the thumping.

My best friend got married. Took an ex-gf to the wedding (I’m not sure why). It was a stressful day because we lost a cat (later found), forgot to pick up stuff until almost too late, and got lost on the way to the ceremony.

Ex-gf and I get back to the happy couple’s house -they went to a hotel. Fall asleep. I have a nightmare that there’s an evil spirit in the room. In the dream I’m talking to my ex. Suddenly I wake up and I’m talking to my ex who’s still asleep. She jolts out of her sleep-talking.

We quickly realize that we had the exact same dream. Including the conversation.

We get the hell out of the room and go watch Lion King in the living room until we fall asleep.

In direct response to what we all called "an attack on our freedoms" in 2001 the government immediately passed a bill which removed many of our freedoms...

...I still cannot explain that.

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awkwardlyfeminine@reddit

I had a weird but totally normal moment once.

I was laying in bed around 2005, and my window was open and everything was very calm and still.

I was recently postpartum and had a lot of hormone issues and what ifs due to my own abusive upbringing, and had been heavily indoctrinated as a child, so my young brain was like... Ok, I don't believe in any of that but go ahead and give me a sign?

Well as soon as I thought that, a huge gust of wind whips through the trees, strong enough to almost break limbs. Then suddenly stops. And no wind again that night.

It always struck me that I was looking for "a sign" and something happened, but in the end I know it's all bullshit. I lived in a windy place, an actual gorge that is known for gusts. And I was in such a vulnerable place. Sometimes our brains need something and we will make something out of nothing.

My friend and I went to Montreal to see a concert last year. We’re from NY.

As we approached the border to get into Canada my friend took his drivers license out and held it in his hand. I saw him holding it.

When we got up to the border patrol guard he couldn’t find the ID.

We looked for almost an hour- tore the entire car (Honda Accord) apart- I’m talking we looked in the CD player, took the covers off the seats, went through all our clothes, even looked on the road leading up to the border.

We couldn’t find his ID.

Had a few strange incidents in a college apartment, which was half the second floor of three-story Victorian in an east coast mountain town. One of them was this: I was 21, maybe 22 and feeling extremely sad one night. Just moldering on the couch. Lights on, no tv, no music. Then all of the sudden, my stereo and CD player turned on. The CD player had a six-disc carousel (as we Xennials are well familiar with), and it spun randomly to a disc and began playing Bridge Over Troubled Water.

“When you're weary, feeling small When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all, all I'm on your side, oh, when times get rough”

I melted. Tears of connection, relief, caring. Felt like someone was looking out for me.

Years later, I listened to recordings I made in the apartment and noticed a voice that sang with me, seemed to harmonize with me at times, and whispered chords before I played them. I’d sometimes describe the key I was about to play in, how I was about to fret a chord to remind myself and make transcription simpler.

NemoJones@reddit

Lots but here’s one easy to digest: couple of months ago were all in the living room a book shoots off the bookcase and hits the opposite wall.

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bonesawtheater@reddit

Yeah, I saw Dimebag Darrell & Pantera live 3 times. How he shredded so damn hard will never be explained or replicated 🤘🏼🤘🏼

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NotNoski@reddit

Just mostly sleep paralysis on 2 separate occasions. Once in college during the day, had a nap on the couch of my gf's apartment. Her and her friends were at the table across the room. I woke to a shadowy figure/presence over me, pressing me down. I tried to yell out, but nothing came out, as if it had control over my breathe. Freaked me tf out.

The other time wasn't as memorable, but while coming out of sleep, I remember "observing" a shadowy presence in the corner of the house in another room by the back door, just there. I was in another room, but felt partly awake and maybe projecting into the kitchen. Had a similar effect where I was trying to yell out "who/what are you?" "you are not welcome here" "LEAVE", but in my sleep I was just mumbling to myself until my gf shook me awake and said I was having a nightmare.

She threw it straight into Narnia!

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HostageInToronto@reddit

Unexplainable? No. Weird and possibility imagined? Many times.

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R0ck_Slide@reddit

I've heard "La Llorona's" scream.

When I was a kid, I would spend summer vacations in Venezuela. My family owned a house in a tiny coastal town east of the capital.

One night, we were all woken by a high-pitched and shrill scream that moved along the road in front of our house. After the scream, dogs howled incessantly the rest of the night.

The next morning, everyone, including the neighbors, talked about La Sayona (Venezuel's version of La Llorona). Was it really a creature of folklore or someone tweaking on a bad trip? I don't know.

But I do know that it was gawd-fucking-awful. To this day, I can still hear the scream in my head. It's very distinct and hard to describe. All I know is that it was definitely not human.

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flamingknifepenis@reddit

I saw what I can only describe as a UFO / UAP back some time in the late ‘90s. It was a silvery metallic circular disc, with no markings of any sort, and all the corners rounded off. The weirdest part is that as it moved, it was kind of … tumbling, I guess?

Now, I know what you’re thinking “Duhh, it was a balloon.” I’d say that same thing myself but … it wasn’t a balloon. All of its movements were perfectly fluid as I watched it for 15-20 seconds as it flew above my parents’ house in broad daylight. Every time I see a balloon drifting around I watch it to see if, even for a minute, it will behave like whatever I saw did. Shit, I’ve looked up videos of balloons to try to find just one example so I can rationalize it away. To this day, nothing has come close. I don’t know what to think about it. I kind of rationalize it away as being some sort of experimental aircraft, but fuck if I know.

My other one is that one time I had a dream that predicted a future event to disturbing accuracy. Honestly I’m still kind of shaken by it. I don’t really believe in prophetic dreams, psychic predictions, etc. … but the alternative is such a wild series of coincides that I don’t know if I can really buy that either. I never remember my dreams, and if I do they’re all distorted and wonky, but this one was crystal clear and I remembered all of it when I woke up. I laughed it off because the whole thing was so random, but a month later not only does it play out, but I find out they the events that led to that point were playing out 150 miles away with a buddy of mine.

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CreatrixAnima@reddit

I was at my parents house with both of them and a couple of their friends and we heard a sound that I could not figure out and never did figure out. My dad and I heard five quick thumps on the floor, whereas my mom and their friends heard of silverware got dropped. Doesn’t matter… We never did figure out what made the noise.

The silverware, he thought it was a ghost. I thought it was a bookshelf that I knew was in bad shape, but it didn’t fall down so that wasn’t it. Don’t know what it was… Pretty sure it wasn’t a ghost, but I don’t know what it was.

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realdevtest@reddit

Damn, are you the kid from Cujo?

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Sunshinehaiku@reddit

One place I lived, the house would shake in the night.

Turns out it was a train passing half a mile away.

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EastCoastJohnny@reddit

My ex fiancee was Vietnamese and lived with her deeply religious family. It wasn’t like your typical go to church on Sunday try to be a good person religious people you see a lot in the south where I was. They were like watch live church services from back home at 1am and pray for two hours like you are in a trance type folks and the entire house was full of religious artifacts and I’m fine with whatever religious beliefs people have but the house had weird energy that made me uncomfortable. The entire family had dreams that would come true and my ex fiance predicted two heart attack deaths in really precise detail that ended up coming true down to the specifics. Her Dad didn’t approve of me being in the house with her for reasons that don’t matter, but the first time I walked into her house after he passed away all of the dogs started barking at something that wasn’t there and pictures in the living room fell off the wall at once. It all could have been one big coincidence but something about being in the house felt so off the entire time I knew her that it always stuck with me.

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therog08@reddit

One night I was staring at the sidewalk and it looked like it was moving, like liquid. Then I remembered I was on acid.

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GnomePenises@reddit

I’ve seen an extremely clear apparition I can’t explain. I’ve had dreams which foretold in great detail something terrible which happened the next day.

I work in a prison and lately there’s been a plastic chair that goes flying off the tabletop in the dining area when it’s closed off. I’ve been around and heard it happen a few times, but have only seen it move once (and I had another witness at the time); that chair wasn’t falling or tumbling, but was more like tossed back.

In February 2002, I had a vivid dream that I met Chris Carrabba from Dashboard Confessional. In my dream I got to talk to him and he signed my t shirt.

Then in real life that summer, 2002, I saw Dashboard live when they opened for Weezer. After their set we went out to the common areas of the venue and there he was signing a few autographs. We went over to him and he was super nice. Chatted for a bit since there weren’t many people around. He signed my ticket stub and complimented my neon green hair.

I have the Kavorka.

Throughout life I have always had spectacularly hot girlfriends. And my wife is stunning. I still get frequent proportions.

And I hear you saying, “Hey there Mr. Randomredditguy, that happens all the time out there in life”. No false humility here, like at all, but I’m a solid 3. Maybe 2.5. It’s a crazy magnetism.

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bigbossfearless@reddit

Never. Unfortunately. I always wanted to, to see something truly amazing or something unexplainable but it's all so goddamn banal and normal. Why the fuck don't I get to have cool ghost adventures and stuff?

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Malkovtheclown@reddit

That people thought creating a personal journal online with every detail of your life with geolocation tagging wouldn't lead to bad things.

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HonestCrow@reddit

A rotating green light that shot overhead and over the near hills. To this day, the only explanation I have is that some materials burn green flames, so a meteor full of copper maybe?

But, you know, it was rotating…

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drawredraw@reddit

I saw two stars slowly and steadily rotating in a perfect circle on an invisible axis for about 10 minutes. They looked like medium sized stars, not very bright and they were in front of the clouds. They then slowly moved away from me and faded into the sky.

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codeprimate@reddit

The stairs in my grand parents 200 year old farmhouse. It always felt eerie and malevolent, and gave a chill…to EVERYONE. I thought it was just me until I mentioned it to my dad a few years ago, who said the same thing.

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Lindenismean@reddit

As a child I saw the full apparition of a little girl standing next to me in an antique mall. I was standing outside one of the cubbies, blocking the entrance to it and she was standing just inside of it. You know that visceral hind feeling you get when someone real is standing next to you? That’s what she felt like. I turned my head briefly away and looked back expecting her to still be there. There was no where for this little girl to go.

But when I turned back, she was gone. My whole body jolted. Broad daylight, in the middle of a big store.

As a kid and teen I had a few small experiences here and there. Noises mostly, like the sound of the tv being on when it wasn’t. But never anything quite like that one.

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mutantbabysnort@reddit

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comdoasordo@reddit

A few months after my grandmother passed away, I was living in her house caretaking it until my family could fix it up for sale. It was just a few minutes before my alarm clock went off and I could distinctly hear grandma calling my name from downstairs. I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs to... Nothing.

I assumed it was just lucid dreaming and went about my day. A few days later I called my mom and I mentioned what had happened and she asked if I was joking. Apparently her and both of her brothers had a very similar experience, but we all live scattered from Colorado to Ontario. The coincidence is the four of us were at her bedside at the moment she passed away.

I don't really believe in ghosts and whatnot, but it's a big universe and I have zero explanation for that one.

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Rhianna83@reddit

Who knows what these were - house creaks, group hallucinations, sleep paralysis…but they’re fun stories to tell nonetheless.

Grew up in a house where it’d sound like a child walking in the house - through the kitchen and down the hall pretty much every night. This was experienced from my mom’s early childhood to her kids’ (grandparents raised me). We knew a toddler died in the house before we moved in and we just thought it was the baby “protecting us.” All of us except my gramps believed it was a ghost. He’d even get up sometimes to check who was up, and then question us the next day asking who it was. All of us were always asleep.

When I was in high school, I snuck my bf in and the steps of course the steps were heard as they typically were. I told him don’t worry, no one’s up—it’s just the ghost and nothing ever happens. He jumped up and booked it through my window with his clothes in hand. Sometime later, I ran away and was gone for a bit, and when I came home, I ended up sleeping on the couch. While I was gone, it was one of the few times my gramps cried in the house. Typically, the steps would start between 2-3am. When I turned off the TV, it sounded like someone stomping in the kitchen. Turned the tv on, they stopped. No one in the kitchen. I said out loud, “I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again and make my family sad.” All was well again.

KevinKingsb@reddit

When I was 16 or so, I was asleep and had trouble breathing, I remember feeling like I was being suffocated. I woke up and looked out at my window and saw a shining bright light with a face that smiled at me. It was like fire. I can still picture it now.

It drew a sword from its side and made a slicing movement. I immediately was able to breathe again. It disappeared, and black smoke started rolling out of my room.

My coughing woke my sister up, and she saw the smoke herself too.

Neither of us was able to sleep that night afterward.

Oh, I just remembered when I was probably 10 or so, I saw a black cloaked figure in my room by my bed.

When I was a teenager, we were remodeling our house, and my sister and I were sleeping in the living room. I woke up to see a ghost of an old man sitting in a chair.
When I was 21 and when I was 38, two different houses, I woke up in the middle of the night to feel hands on me. For an extended period of time before the hands went away.

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