Beyond Natural: People Share The Creepiest Things That Have Happened to Them

A few years ago, I was at my lowest point in life. Several people close to me had passed away unexpectedly, I was being bullied every day at my job, my life was falling apart. I was past being depressed - I just couldn't imagine waking up another day. So I'd planned my suicide - bought a one-way plane ticket, got sleeping pills, and wrote a series of suicide notes.

On the day I was to fly out to fulfill my 'plan', there was a terrible accident on the freeway to the airport. It was shut down both ways. So I drove into a nearby pub to have a beer and wait out the traffic. The second I sat on the patio with my drink, a gentleman asked if he could sit with me. Whatever, I thought, sure, who cares. He told me that whatever I was doing next was a terrible idea and I would regret it. I thought, who is this random dude? But I listened.

He said that he sensed I was in pain, but that I had an incredible life ahead of me, and that this was not the way my story was supposed to end. Again, I'd never met this guy in my life, and hadn't mentioned a word to him about my 'plan'. He asked me to hand him my keys and my wallet, and he'd give them back to me after I talked and he listened.

I poured my heart out to this random guy. Told him all my traumas and pains in life and why I was heading to the airport on a one-way ticket to kill myself in a cemetery across the country where my family was buried. He just listened. And then he pulled out a lighter, asked me to pull out my suicide letters and helped me burn them. He told me I was worth so much to the world and that after I finished my drink, I needed to head home and get some sleep. He told me I was going to be okay tomorrow, and I believed him. He then gave me my keys and wallet back.

I left that afternoon and went home, hugged my family. Got some sleep - and the next day, I started working on myself - finding a therapist, a new job. Years later, I'm in a fantastic place in life, so, so far from where I was that day. To this day, no one in my life knows how close I came to killing myself. But this random stranger just somehow understood me. And saved my life.I never saw him again, I don't even know his name. It's the most unexplained thing that has ever happened to me. And I think about that guy every day - so, thank you, kind stranger, for saving my life that random September day on a pub patio.

To this day, there was a kid in my class that no one else remembers. I distinctly remember playing with this kid in kindergarten, and we were pretty much inseparable. About a month past Christmas break he disappeared. No one remembered him. Not the teachers, or the others in my class. No one. I even asked the school counselor if he was okay, and she humored me by going through records to see if he’d transferred. She couldn’t find a thing. I think about it at least once a month.

When I was 13 I moved into my brother's bedroom, as it is an extension to the original house with an en suite and is far larger than my old room. Originally it was a tiny boxroom with the entrance to the attic but was extended outwards. The attic entrance is always open, with a permanent set of metal ladders angled up into it.

Within a few weeks of moving in, I'd wake up in the middle of the night to see a figure staring down me, with a white head like a skull and formless black body. It would slowly move down to the foot of my bed and stare me until I moved, at which point it would sink into the floor. Just sleep paralysis, right? And I'd begged to move into the room and had just got it set up so I wasn't going to leave. I didn't really talk about it to anyone, it gradually became less frequent over time.

Eight years after this my brother mentioned at a get together that he used to have a sleep paralysis demon when he lived in that room a half joking, half freaked out way to other people when the topic of them came up. He described the exact same f*cking thing. Neither of us mentioned it to anybody else at the time it was happening so we have no explanation for us both experiencing the same thing. I am currently back from uni myself due to corona with that dark void in the ceiling in the corner of my room.

Was delivering newspapers on my paper route when a longtime customer pulled his car next to me and asked me to just give him his daily newspaper now because he was going on a long trip. I handed him his newspaper then skipped his house as I continued my route.

The next day I was collecting the weekly fees (you used to have to go collect the money back then, no internet payment yet) and I went to his house to collect my fee. His wife answers and promptly complains that I missed her house on my deliveries the day before. I explained to her that her husband pulled up next to me, I told her what he said and that I gave him the paper. She started crying, told me that he had died a couple weeks ago and it was obviously not possible that I spoke with her husband the day before.

I know what I saw and nearly 30 years later I still think about that situation. I have no way to logically explain what happened and it still give me the creeps.

I don’t think I have ever talked about this to anyone coz it still hurts to think about it, but yeah I really wanted to share this here. Also, this is quite a long one.

I had this neighbour who was around 30 and he was such a sweet guy (lets say his name was Adam). I felt like he was the kind of older brother i’ve always wished for. He was an all rounder; gym freak, good at singing and playing every possible instrument, dance, sports, cooking etc. He used to take me and my younger brother to the beach wherever possible. So this incident took place a 3 days before my 14th birthday. I was on my way to school in the morning when this absurd scene of flashed in front of my eyes; it was him getting into an accident and dying. it felt soo real i almost wanted to cry but then i told myself maybe its because i had watched a movie with a character dying the previous night. I continued with the day and it was almost 8pm when my parents got a call from someone. I could see their face change expressions.

Once the call ended, they said they needed to go somewhere and would be back in a while. I wasn’t sure what was happening but i felt that something wasn’t right. Next morning i woke up to the worst news of my life; Adam was no more. Apparently he met with a major accident the previous night and died on the spot. I didn’t know how to react because a few hours before he died, i did have a bad feeling. For days I couldn’t even sleep and I blamed myself because i felt like maybe i could have warned him about it and maybe he would still gonna be alive. It’s been almost 7 years since this incident took place but every time i think about it, my heart aches and i still wished he was alive. :( I still can’t figure out why i had that sort of a feeling hours before it actually happened and it scares me.

I don’t believe in the supernatural, but I sure did remember this pair of events from over twenty years ago.

I was driving down the freeway in a big city after work and my car stalled in the left lane. Some guy immediately came up and offered to tow me to the next off-ramp with a tow strap. He dropped me off, and I tried giving him some money. He declined, telling me to instead do something nice for something else.

A week later, there was a rare downpour as I got in my car (same one, fixed) after work. Two scruffy-looking guys came running up to me and one said, “Hey brother, we missed our bus.” He wanted to know if I could give the two of them a ride. This was not the best part of town, and I wouldn’t have been inclined to let them in, but I remembered what that Good Samaritan had told me. Pay it forward. OK, I said, hop in. We drove onto the freeway and I made all my usual turns heading home. It was the same way my two passengers wanted to go. After a while we got to an exit where they asked to be let off. It was the same exact spot, in a city of millions of people, where that other guy had unhitched my car from his truck and told me to do something nice for someone else.

Driving home from work late one night I was followed and it was weird. I left the hospital and turned off the main road to a bunch of side streets I would take. At one point I noticed a car behind me that made the same left turn as me. They sped up to get behind me. I thought nothing of it. Then I briefly thought about running to 7-11 to grab some food and turned on my right signal. But I realized I had food at home, so I turned my signal off. The car behind me turned on their right signal and turned it off as well exactly as I had.

At that point I got a bit spooked. So I turned my right signal on and they did as well. Instead at the next intersection I turned left even though my right signal was on. They did as well. They proceeded to follow me through a series of odd turns. Eventually I turned onto a cul-de-sac I knew about and figured I could turn around there and look at the driver to see who was following me. As I approached the end of the road they figured out what I was doing. They stopped and did a fast k-turn and sped off. It was weird. Still don’t know who it was.

I was about 7 or 8 and I was at a housewarming party at my aunt and uncle's new house. It wasn't extravagant, it was a lower- to middle-class mobile home in South Carolina. Wasn't really a big party, just the family, some barbeque out back, red solo cups, all boxes in the garage and not even distributed to their proper rooms. The only things that were "unpacked" and where they should be was the furniture.

So anyway, two of my cousins were there and one of them had a friend over and we were all playing together, some made-up fantasy game where we were pretending to be princesses or something. All of the adults were out back drinking, and I emphasize, there were only four people inside the house: me, my two cousins, and the friend. The house was set up in such a way that the kitchen was the first room you walked into from the front door, then there was the living room, then past that was the hallway with the bathroom and bedrooms.

I was in the living room on the couch because that was the "princesses' bedroom" and I was kinda just sitting there idle while the others got snacks. With no warnings or no other sounds, every single one of us hears a female voice let out an ear-piercing, gut-wrenching, overall horrifying scream in the bathroom. It was clear as day and it was so loud and sudden that it made me jump, as the living room was right next to the hallway. My cousins and their friend run out from the kitchen and look at me sitting there, and then we all run from the living room into the bathroom.

Not a single person is in there, and nothing is displaced because there wasn't anything unpacked anyway except the toilet paper. We turned back around to see about 3 adults coming in from the back door because they had heard it too, coming from inside, so it wasn't any of them.

What gets me about it is this: we have all since entertained the idea that it was a prank no one has fessed up to yet, but in order for it to have been a corporeal being, they would have had to somehow get into the bathroom without me seeing them from the couch, screamed, ran out of the bathroom to either the backdoor (without any of the four kids in the living room seeing) or out a window in one of the bedrooms. All of the bedroom windows were locked from the inside, so if they escaped that way, someone would have had to lock it and go out the back door, which again, we would have seen.

One of the creepiest things that's happened to me. And before you cry "speaker hidden somewhere," that was one of the first things that my uncle checked for when he ran inside and was told by us that none of us had done it. Me and my cousins think it's either something supernatural or something that the adults did, and all of the adults that were there think that one of us screamed and lied about it because we were all in the bathroom when they came in. Either way, the mood at the party was killed really fast after that. Everyone was confused and a little on edge and there wasn't any of that self-satisfied undertone that someone who just played a really good practical joke would have been showing. It was a pretty blood-curdling sound.

My last year at uni, I lived in a four bedroom house, with a ground floor, then two floors with two bedrooms each. My friends had the first floor bedrooms, I was on the second floor, and the bedroom next to me was empty because the guy who had rented it was staying with his girlfriend. I don't think he ever slept there. My bedroom and his had small crawl-space cupboards in the corners.

I come home from uni one day to find my friends discussing noises sounding like footsteps that they've heard from my floor at night, when I was asleep. I laugh, because apparently these noises are loud and I have heard nothing. Because I don't believe them, I offer to go look at the crawl spaces. We go upstairs, I open the door of the empty room, and right as I open the door, the door to the crawl space in the other corner of the room slams shut.

We freak out. There's no reason for that door to have been open in the first place. So we grab kitchen knives, hole up in one of their rooms, and wait for a friend to come and check the cupboards and attic. We never found out what those noises were, but it was the scariest thing ever.

I was at my best friend's birthday who celebrated her 18 in her big brother's house who let it for us( we are Muslim so we don't drink alcohol). We were like 10. The party started at 11 pm. At 3 am one of my friends ask to go to sleep because he started feeling bad. So my Friend told him to go In a bedroom ( she showed him which one ). He came back real quick and said he can't sleep in this room because there's already a baby sleeping in the bed. We were all confused because no one of us is mom or dad and my friend's brother either. So we decided to check and in fact, there was a baby.

My friend ( who celebrated her birthday ) tried to awake the baby by touching him but failed. We were all afraid but decide to let him. We went to the living room and started trying to figure how/where this baby came from, called my friend's brother and all. 30 minutes after, the baby Suddenly start crying. I NEVER BEEN AFRAID LIKE THIS IN MY LIFE !! All together we went to the bedroom and tried to calm him. We fed him and he fell asleep 30 min after. We went back to the living room. At 5h Am we Start cleaning the house and a friend screamed '' WHERE'S THE BABY !?!??? '' we stop everything and went to the bedroom and the baby wasn't there. He just disappear like he never existed. My Best friend turn 23 last December and Till today, we don't know where this baby come from.

A Ghost saved my life in a haunted OLD Shakespearean Theater by telling me that a plank that edged along a wall, which was the only way to get to the furthest corner of the building, 60 ft above the stage, was missing a section. and warned me that I would die.

I had worked there all summer when I was 17, and had never seen this guy before. I had landed a cool job as a stage operations crew the summer after high school and worked the "upper theater" high above the stage, on the catwalks. I was working in a far corner of a theater's rafters through my lunch break so I could leave early that day, and was asked to walk off the catwalk, cross a wooden plank, and drop a rope down, and pull up a larger rope to tie off on the rafters. We were getting ready for the season, and slowly stringing lights and scenery to the "drops" that were bars on pulleys and counterweights.

As I left the decentlly made catwalk, I stepped onto a plank and couldn't see in the middle of the building, but could see a plank rising upward on the other side of the darkness. 'Ok, it must hit a platform there at the bottom and go up again'. I thought. I walked 4-5 steps down into a very dimly lit part of the rafters on the plank when a man stopped me.

"Turn around slowly. The plank is missing. No light. Get light". "F i i i i n nnnnneee." I said in a sarcastic teenage voice. I turned around and got back on the catwalk, walked to the ladder and climbed down to the stage to get a flashlight. My boss asked "Why are you down here?"

"I need a light, and your guy said a plank was missing and to get a light"

"What guy? You were the only one up there".

"The old guy with the beard and wool cap".

My boss, who headed the technical/carpenter/electrical part of the theater was in his late 60s and had worked in that theater for nearly 40 years. He looked amused at first. Laughing, at me asking "how'd you know about that?

"Know about what?" I came down for a flashlight so I could see.

"You're serious? you saw him?. It must have been 1954, and a rigger fell from the rafters and died. He fell all the way to the stage. I think his name was John. In the '74 my assistant made up a story about talking to him, but back then we were all smoking something. what are you on?" "Nothing. come with me let's see if it's missing " So he did.

Sure enough the plank was missing. There was the plank I was on. A platform, NOTHING, and a platform with a plank from that platform to the upper corner of the building. From my vantage point, it looked like plank, platform, plank, platform, plank. In the dust along the plank were my footprints leading right to the edge. One more step and I would have fallen to the stage. below us was a thick fabric curtain that separated the stage from the rafters, blocking light from below.

In the horizontal folds of the curtain. A wool cap.

To this day I've not stepped back into that theater.

I used to work in a nursing home where I cared for dementia patients. Every patient on the hall I worked on would steal spoons from dinner to give to “the kids” because “they like shiny things.” It got to the point where once a week I’d have to go through everyone’s room to take back the spoons. I asked the patients about the kids many times but never got a good answer.

I’d hear things like “they just live here” or “they stand outside in the snow and look in the windows” or “they’re my friends who visit.” Wouldn’t be so weird if they all didn’t do it, but it was everyone, the ones who were still capable of speaking anyways. One time at 3am one of my patients started screaming so I ran in her room and found her laying in bed, seemingly fine. I asked what was wrong and she said “That boy is here again and won’t get out of my closet! I’m scared!” Like me too, Delores what the heck

I have a weird memory that's not mine; I'm a small boy with a suit and tie, I'm at a party in a huge ceremonial church or something and there's lots of men and women wearing fancy black clothes, they all get in a circle its the middle of the day light was brightly coming in through the windows and there are old-ish couple dancing in the middle of the circle with some very classy/fancy music and I was trying to look at them through people's legs, suddenly the man falls, no gunshots no one did anything to him and then the second he falls everyone starts screaming, people were running away but the men were running towards him, I think I was trampled because I was lying on the floor and then everything goes black.

That's all I can remember. This is a clear memory that has stuck with me since I can remember, I'm really creeped out because I know that memory isn't mine, I've never gone to a fancy party in a church when I was little and I don't know what happened to that man because I fell over.

This didn't exactly happen to me, but I got some backlash and bad vibes from it. My best friend and his mom were moving out of their house (they were the only ones living in the house) and he went to take one last selfie in his room. When he showed the picture to his mom, she goes "who is that?". Upon further inspection he notices there was a straight up white face almost like a mask looking over his shoulder from the attic hatch above his room. He always heard things from the attic but never saw anything. A few weeks later we went on a wrestling trip and stayed in a hotel.

He showed the pic around to everyone in our room, and then some spooky things started happening. In our room we began hearing knocks on our door when nobody was there. We also saw flashes or glimpses of a figure in the mirror in our room. Everyone was a little freaked out about it and thought it could be the demon from the picture, and my friend who took it became so paranoid he played bible verses to ward any demons off all night. He said ever since he took that picture he has had weird things happen to him.

This is a repost of something I've once shared, but I'll share it again. I experienced it from ages around 9 to 12 or so. I used to live in a house that was built on old farm land, I slept in a bedroom that had no door. Except for the door leading up to the attic, which had a little sliding lock on it. Every single night, I'd close the door and lock it. The attic frequently had birds and such get into it, and I didn't feel like having them fly out.

Except, every single morning, it'd be unlocked and slightly ajar. During the night, I'd wake up and have sleep paralysis. It was pretty frequent, and I got used to it. During said sleep paralysis, a figure would open up the closet and slip out. All black, sort of shadowy and wearing what I can only describe as a farmer's hat. It'd stare at me for a moment, just stare. Sometimes it'd take a step over before turning and walking out the entrance to my bedroom. Which lacked a door, but I had set up some beads. They'd knock together. I can still hear it to this day.

I had always been told I had an overactive imagination, I never spoke of it to my parents or family since they'd probably make fun of it. One summer, my cousin came to visit. She took over my room, since my family thought she deserved a larger room for whatever reason. She came down for breakfast in the morning white as a sheet and said I could have my room back. When my mother asked why, she told her she had sleep paralysis and saw basically what I had. I had never spoken to her of this.

Years later, once we had moved out of the house, my mother told me something. Her bedroom was on the same hallway as mine, and she always slept with the door open. She told me some nights she'd wake up, just to see a figure pass by the bedroom quickly. She stopped getting up to check it after the first few times, but the house always gave her the creeps.

I don't really know if it was a shared delusion or what, but, it still scares me a bit to this day.

When I was about eight years old, my kitten Peterkris (named after the Kiss band member because she was a grey tabby) got hit and killed by a car. I was devastated. I had rescued her with my older sister from a box in the rain. It was a miracle our parents let us keep her and her brother, Nigel.

One day after school, my mother tells me that there had been a freak accident and that my kitten had died. I found out a few years later that she had been hit. Anyway. Later that night, I was laying in bed and I felt her kneading (or making biscuits as some may call it) on my legs. I looked back behind me, as I was laying on my stomach, only to see not a thing there. I laid back down and the feeling came back again. Every time I would look behind me, it stopped.

To this day, I still believe it was her.

Driving from Northern California to Southern California through the middle of the night about a decade ago.

I was tired, and the scenery along the freeway through the central valley isn't very interesting. I remember passing an old silo, looking at my car clock and it was 3:17 in the morning. Drove some more, passed a powerline, and it was 3:21. I blinked, shuffled in my seat, and passed that same old silo, and it was back to 3:17. I was in disbelief. I just stared at my clock for a few moments. Drove a little bit more, passed the same powerline, 3:21.

Don't know why or how, but I went backwards about 4 minutes. Never experienced anything similar.

A random cat on the street once protected me from a man who I didn't realize was following me.

I was (stupidly) talking on my phone while walking home at night. I saw a man who was talking to himself near a park and I deliberately chose to walk down another street to avoid him. In the middle of my phone conversation, this orange cat comes up beside me and starts walking next to me. We walk in tandem for about three blocks, me telling the person I was talking to how funny this was.

Suddenly, the cat starts to turn around and head back the other way. I look and see that same man I'd seen earlier, who had changed his original direction and had been following me for a few blocks. The cat got in between us and howled at him until he turned around and went the other way.

Then the cat and I walked another block together, at which point he peeled off into a yard. I double-checked and the man was had disappeared. I can't be sure that the man wished me harm, but I know I wouldn't have noticed him if it weren't for that cat. I never believed in guardian angels or anything of that sort until I had that experience.

I used to get deja vu a lot as a child. Most times it was just a weird feeling of living in a memory, but there are two times where I actually felt like I could predict (or did predict) the future.

-One time I had a dream of driving on a country road I'd never been on before. A few days later I drove down that EXACT same road as the one in my dream.

-Another time I was having a conversation with my brother and felt like I had that exact conversation before. I could also "remember" 5-10 seconds ahead of time so I was completing sentences for my brother and he was freaking out lol One other thing kind of unrelated: One time I had this dream where I got up to use the bathroom. When I got out, there was a demon standing in the doorway with bright, golden eyes. I told my brother about this dream but when I got to the part about the demon he finished my thought for me and said "...with golden eyes?". Turns out he had the exact same dream as me.

You know on cold days inside your car you can breath on the window and draw on the glass? I got in my car, and as I look at the windshield I see a few small baby hands. I thought it was strange someone would let a baby play on my cars windshield. I had an urge to touch the baby prints and as I touched it, I wiped away the hand prints. The hand prints were made from inside of my locked car

This is probably the strangest creepiest unexplained phenomena that’s ever happened to me

Well, this will be my very first Reddit post, but I found this thread and it feels like my stories would fit in perfectly.

The only way we could meet up or have some private time was by her sneaking out of her window in the middle of the night. I usually met her half way, bcs she was scared. So this one night she called me and told me she is on her way, which was weird since we never agreed on meeting that night. Tbh, I did not really think of it as being weird or anything. Also it was the beginning of our relationship, so I was pretty excited to see her. Now to the creepy part. The first thing that happened is that my cat at the time was blocking my door, like really trying not to let me pass. I ignored it and went downstairs to put on my shoes. My cat was meowing and following me the whole way. I put my keys on the shoe shelf and put my shoes on, just to see that my keys had vanished. I started searching for them literally everywhere.

All while my cat was really going on my nerves with that excessive meowing. 5min go by and I get another call from here telling me that she already arrived and waiting outside. I was kind of surprised how she made it to my place that fast. I told her I lost my keys and that we can just keep chatting until I find them. She got impatient really quick and at some point started screaming at me, telling me to “open that f*cking door”. All while my cat is still just going crazy. In the last few seconds I could swear her voice changed a little and she just screamed before hanging up the phone. I was really stressing bcs I had no idea wtf was happening. My keys vanished, my cat went crazy and my girlfriend was screaming at me on the phone.

After she hung up the phone, I turned around just to see that my keys were exactly where I left them. I opened the door, went outside searching for her. She was nowhere to be found. I went back inside thinking she got pissed and just left. I picked up my phone and called her again. She picked up the phone and I asked her where she went and that I found the keys. She told me she did not call me that night and never left the house.

To this day this whole scene just f*s with my head. Never figured out what had happened.

I had a recurring nightmare of a pitch black parasite sucking the life it of me. Sometimes it waited for me in dark corners to go to bed. My cats always slept on my bed during that time. For me it was a very stressful time, a got an itch at the place of my chest where I dreamed the parasite was sucking my life out of me. I got sick an felt a pea sized lump. I went to my doc and they ordered a biopsy of that lump. As it turned out I had male breast cancer at the age of 28. After I got well again the dream never came back and my cats slept in their places again and not on my bed.

The dream was creepy enough what it made for me were my cats protecting me.

I got this voicemail out of the blue about two years ago and I still think about it to this day. It was from a number I didn't recognize in Texas - they called twice early in the morning while I was sleeping and left this voicemail.

The entire thing is unsettling. It's an old woman - the entire thing sounds like a coded message about some type of meeting. The weirdest part is there are two sounds of someone hanging up at the end so I don't know if someone called me and played a recording?

The whole thing is really bizarre and creeps me out. I've google the number various times over the past two years and have had no luck finding any sort of clue about who left the message or why.

About 10 years ago, my Dad was in the hospital and my Mom asked me one night if I could go and stay with him for awhile the next morning because she had a medical appointment of her own. It was a cold November morning and when I went out to leave, there were starlings swirling everywhere, a murmoring I think it's called. They were all around me, like a bird tornado. I headed to the hospital and made my way up to his room. When I got there, he was laying in bed facing the door. He was suffering from dementia and not all in the moment. He saw me and and said "Hey son, what are you doing here?" I said that I thought I would come and keep him company for a bit. He stated, 'You didn't have to do that, I sent the birds to tell you." I felt chills down my neck and turned toward the window. After a few seconds I asked him how he sent the birds. His response was "what birds?" Just strange, and it still gives me chills.

When I was in 3rd grade I moved to a new town and into a new house. We lived in a camper in the back yard of the house while we renovated it. It was a pretty old house. Anyway during renovation we found all sorts of stuff in the walls, old bottles, old pair of glasses, letters, old newspapers, old pictures of children in school clothes.

It was a two story house and the stairs were kind of a focal point for all sorts of creepy stuff. So once you got to the top of the stairs there was a little landing before it went into two bedrooms. At night we would always leave the light on in the landing in case we had to get up to use the bathroom. Me and one brother shared a room and the other room was for our older brother. I refused to sleep upstairs due to how creeped out I was, so I always slept downstairs on the couch.

One weekend my sister, who is older than both my brothers, came to visit and was in my oldest brothers bedroom alone, as we were all at school and my mum was at work. As she was sitting up there watching tv she heard foot steps coming up the stairs and called out as she had thought my mum was home early from work. No response other than the footsteps turning around and heading back down the stairs. When she got up the look there was no one home and all doors locked.

It doesn't stop there. My oldest brother was left home alone for a week while me and my other brother and mom and dad went on a week long vacation. Naturally he had his girlfriend over for a couple nights to keep him company. One night she got up to pee around 3am and went downstairs to the bathroom where she said she heard children whispering. A couple nights later around 3-4am the gf woke my brother saying someone was in the house.

They heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Since the light was on in the landing, they could see a shadow underneath the door like someone was standing there. And the door knob began to shake, luckily it was locked. They both started to freak out, and my brother jumped up out of bed. We had some of those dumb display samarai type swords that aren't even sharp and he grabbed one of those and went towards the door. They heard more footsteps running down the stairs and he bravely or stupidly followed down the stairs where he was met with an empty house. All windows and doors closed and locked. He called the police but nothing came of it.

Not really note worthy but being at my apartment and doing work for school. Only to recieve a text to be told that my online assignment had 4 wrong answers. Just out of the blue, no contact id or anything. I began to slightly panic and do virus checks and other safety measures. I saved my files to my cloud qnd reset my computer for safety. To this day I run a VPN and anti virus. For someone to look at what your doing and to just say something in a text makes second guess how safe you are on the internet.

Maybe around age 14, early 90s. We were traveling from TX up to Tacoma, WA. We were about out of money, almost out of gas, no food, stuck in Chico California. I sat in the car while mom took my younger sisters to the restroom at a gas station. I was riddled with anxiety about our situation and looking down. The car door opened and I looked up. A lady that looked like a brown haired Brady mom sat in the seat and faced me. She said “It seems like you’re down on your luck. Take this and give it to your mom.

Tell her to pay it forward some day to someone who needs it.” I looked down into my hand and there was a $100 bill. I looked up and she had disappeared. Nowhere in the parking lot, just vanished. I cried. When mom came back I told her what happened and she cried. We got gas. There was a guy selling oranges on the side of the road and we bought a bag and went to a local park that had a part of the river with a little spillway dam and went swimming and ate oranges for a couple of hours before getting back on the road. I never saw the lady again but she saved us and we did make it up to Tacoma to start our new life. Thank you stranger lady with invisible powers, we never forgot your kindness!

Right after quarantine started I got a package in the mail. It was addressed to my name and my address and contained 1 pink starburst and nothing else. To this day, I have no idea who sent it or why. The return address was a vacant office space across the country.

Edit: I did not eat it, the postmark matched the address I believe but it’s been so long I’m not positive, there is one friend I’m thinking could have done it but she has since passed away, it was not sent from overseas, it uses my full name which I don’t go by for anything except legal documents - I have a nickname I use almost exclusively. We had only been in this house for 8 months before I got this and we didn’t/don’t really know our neighbors, and my amazon account is under my husbands information. And thank you for the awards!

My grandma and I both saw a "dead person" in our laundry room once. So, the laundry connected to the kitchen by a doorway. The doorway connected to the living room, too. One afternoon, grandma needed a hamper, so I followed her to the laundry. We saw the "dead person" as soon as we stepped foot in that doorway.

It looked to be about my height (I was six or sevenish) and totally black. Not as in a black person but a literal black coating on its skin. It was slumped near the washing machine. We only saw it for a split second, enough time to register that it was there, and then it was gone. I remember my grandma saying "did you see that?" and laughing it off. She got the hamper and did her thing, and I just avoided the kitchen for a while. And on a semi-related note, I used to have the FREAKIEST nightmares in that house. I had nightmares so graphic, so often, that my pediatrician wanted me to see a therapist.

I was driving home from work on a long somewhat dark road. I'll admit I was tired and cold and just wanted to get home. Speed limit was 60 MPH and I was doing closer to 70. Suddenly, a girl with long blonde hair, a black coat with brown fur on the hood and jeans just showed up in front of my car. I knew there was another car to my left up ahead but it was black and all I saw was that it was stopped before I saw her. I managed to maneuver around her. I was freaked out, I turned to a side street and stopped to figure out what was happening. Then a tall guy with a black coat and short hair gets out of the driver side of the stopped car. Grabbed her, dragged her to the car while she was fighting him, and put her back in the car.

I called the police and gave them the description of the car and the direction it took off in. I never heard anything about it, and I have not stopped thinking about her since. It's been 2 years.

Edit: just in case anyone is curious or could even know something, the location was Lincoln, RI, US next to the high school. Jan/Feb 2019. The car was a new black sports (maybe) car with the tail light going all the way across the back of the car. George Washington highway.