Far too many instances of things vanish before people ’s very center for my solace , TBH ! ! ! !
Every month, I askBuzzFeed readersjust like you to share their spookiest real-life “unsolved mysteries.” An “unsolved mystery” is basically any experience that cannot logically be explained, be it an encounter with a ghost, a glitch in the matrix, or anything of the like. I get hundreds of submissions every month, and I chose the best, creepiest, most unsettling submissions to share with you all for our collective enjoyment and horror. Without further ado, here are some of the most jaw-dropping submissions I received this month:
1.“The summer after I graduated from college, I stuck around my college town for a research position and to apply to grad school while my then-boyfriend moved eight hours away to NYC for an internship. The distance sucked, and we argued a lot. On my birthday, we got into a huge fight over the phone, and I proceeded to get a little too drunk with my friends. I had a dream that night that after our fight, my boyfriend had tried to send a Facebook message to his ex but had accidentally sent it to me. The message was mostly innocuous, but it pissed me off, so I sent a snarky reply. In the morning, hungover, I wasn’t sure if that had been real, so I looked at my messages and there was nothing. I chalked it up to relationship stress and alcohol.”
" The next week , I was visiting him in NYC to last celebrate my natal day together , and we talked about the fight . I told him I was so stressed about it that I ’d dreamt that he tried to reconnect with his ex that night but incidentally place the content to me . I tried to express mirth it off because we were sour thing out . He got a weird face on his face , half wary , half guilty . He require what I thought the substance had said , and I told him . He land out his computer and prove me that he HAD sent the subject matter I intend I made up , verbatim , but had actually sent it to his ex and not to me . It freaked us both out but also started some serious trustfulness issue that we never recovered from . "
— Anonymous
2.“I was 22, young, happy, and living alone in an apartment for the first time. Life was good. One day, I went to the common mailbox area to pick up my mail. Mail for all the residents was delivered to this bank of mailboxes, each dedicated to a particular apartment and accessed with a key. It was common to run into other residents there, so I didn’t think anything of it when an older woman, gray-haired and seemingly in her seventies, came to stand beside me. She was smiling, with her eyes focused only on me, and never made any attempt to access one of the other mailboxes.”
" I smiled back , read hello , and become aside from the mailboxes , thinking I may have been blocking her from attain her box . When I take the first footfall away , she articulate , in a mild , love quality , ' Hello , ( my name ) . ' The weirdest feeling come over me . I realize she take care and sounded incredibly familiar , exactly like me but fifty year elderly . I knew , with every fibre of my being , that shewasme .
I turned around immediately after that one step away , but no one was there . "
3.“When I was about 12, I had two large goldfish (each about four inches long) in a 20-gallon tank. One day, one of the goldfish disappeared. I looked around on the floor, thinking it might’ve jumped out. I completely emptied and cleaned the tank to look for it, including the filter. I removed all the gravel and checked it thoroughly for remains. Nothing. At this point, I figured one of my cats had removed the lid somehow and eaten it. The other goldfish remained, happy and healthy. I never got another fish. About four or five months later, one morning, I went to feed the remaining goldfish…and the missing goldfish had suddenly reappeared! The top half of its back fin was missing and healed over, but otherwise, it was fine. I still have no explanation for how this fish reappeared so long after it was missing. I figure it was on some grand and dangerous adventure in an alternate reality.”
4.“I woke up from a nap in my dorm room one day, and my roommate/best friendwas asleep in her bed. I knew she had cheer practice and never skipped it, so I wondered what was wrong with her. I got out of my bed and went over to hers to wake her up, and she disappeared before my eyes. I don’t know how to explain it other than she was very much there and then suddenly wasn’t when I approached her bedside. It wasn’t a trick of the light or my mind playing tricks on me because of my nap. I was fully awake and moving around the room, and I could still see her until I got close. I also saw slow-moving shadow balls going in and out of her closet one day, and it was so weird and unsettling that I left the dorm and didn’t come back until later that night.”
— problematik
5.“I seem to have a mischievous ghost who has followed me to three different houses. It’s mostly just a nuisance, doing things like turning up the TV or turning on lights. One thing really shook me, though. I had a diamond necklace given to me by my husband. I could not find it for the longest time and even thought that one of my daughter’s friends had taken it. I never found it despite looking everywhere. I was devastated.”
" tight forward four years and we were living in a different city . I begin out of bed one morning and tread on something acute in the rug . I look down and it was that same necklace I ’d been missing for eld . My married man had vacuumed that carpet the premature even , and there was no necklace . And still , it was returned to me several old age later on and hundreds of miles away from where it went missing , popping up out of the blasphemous . I am now await for another necklace I ’m missing to be returned ! zany ghost . "
— Mary , Alberta , Canada
6.“25+ years ago, I was at my grandparents' house with my parents, two siblings, aunt, and uncle. We were all saying goodbye, and the goodbyes continued out onto the porch. It was nighttime, so it was dark outside. Then we all noticed the neighbor’s house because you could clearly see a figure walking back and forth in the front part of her house, turning off and on the light. It would have been creepy no matter what, but the woman lived alone, was a wheelchair user, and was never really in the front part of the house. So my grandma decided to call her and ask if she had guests over. The woman was confused and said no, that she was alone at the back of the house watching TV.”
" My dad and uncle decided to walk to the front door of the house to see what was going on . They get halfway there but came go back and were truly spook . They said the closer they got , the more the moving figure did n’t await human . It proceed for some sentence , and we all just watched it , terrified , until it stopped , and the front of the house went glum . It was rightfully the creepiest thing , and all nine of us saw it .
When I turned 13 , I catch a paper route that I continued to do through high school and the first duad year of biotic community college . The old noblewoman no longer inhabit in the house , but the current owners had the newspaper publisher delivered daily , and every individual morning that I had to tug down their circle ride and turn in the paper to their front door was absolute straining . I still feel it inside me when I reckon about that daylight .
A mickle of weird stuff and nonsense happened at my grandparent ' house while I was growing up besides that . One time , the curtains burst into flames for no reason . Another time , while my grandparent were traveling , the neighbour was taking care of the house and could see a fire in the cellar . He ran into the family and get to the door to the basement stair , but there was no flak . My grandpa had a woodshop in the unfinished basement , and we would constantly hear glass break but go downstairs and see nothing amiss . "
— meggs0486
7.“For my 13th birthday, I had five friends over for a sleepover. After dinner, my parents took my little sister out to a movie to give us ‘big kids’ some time on our own, and we settled into our sleeping bags in the den. The house was a small ranch-style home, and my best friend and I were facing such that we could see across the den and living room and down the hall to where the bedrooms were. Most of the lights were off, but we had the TV on (I think it was MTV). I suddenly had this weird feeling and looked up to see a thin, pale young man standing in front of the hall light switch with his hand up as if to turn on the light. He was wearing white high-top sneakers, a dark trench coat, and a white t-shirt, and he had short dark hair. He looked to his left, saw me looking at him, then turned quickly to his right toward my parent’s bedroom, with his long coat swirling after him.”
" I was scared but did n’t want my friend to intend I was reach things up , so I take a recondite breathing place and look at my best friend . She was bet straight at me , center wide , back talk open , shaking her head from side to side . I said , ' Oh , you did n’t just see what I come across , did you ? ' She just nodded , still speechless . My other friends separated us , think we were pretending and just attempt to frighten off them . separately , we told them the exact same history about the marvellous young mankind in the hall , right down to the whirlpool coating . We ' look into ' after build up ourselves with umbrella and hoover cleaner attachments but bump no one in the mansion .
Two year later on , I was in the high-pitched school march band and met this fresh but unusual guy , and we started dating . After a few months , he told me that he practiced astral projection , where he would transport his disembodied spirit / consciousness out of his body . It suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks ; he was tall , thin , and pale with brusque dark pilus . He usually wear down old Navy trench coats and high - top stoolie . I say , ' I consider I saw you in my household a few year ago — you were in the hall . ‘Here ’s where it gets really nervous . He immediately say , ' I remember ! There was a bantam impression frame with a mitt - paint tree and a quotation about friendship above the lightheaded switch , right ? ' My Mom had had that little ikon for years hang right there above the antechamber light switch . It was him . "
— Lacey , Dublin , OH
8.“My partner lost her bonnet one day. We looked everywhere, and I meaneverywhere. We looked under the bed, in the laundry, behind things, and even took everything out of closets. For months, it went missing. Then, one night, she woke me up suddenly and pointed to her head with a weird expression on her face. There on her head was the missing bonnet. There was never any explanation as to where it came from and why it was on her head. We’d looked formonths,and it was suddenly just there.”
9.“Part of my job is to take photos of the places we’re surveying for various projects. Where I am, it’s required to do a historic survey before doing things like making road improvements or putting in new cell towers. Some of these places can be pretty remote. Any fieldwork is done in pairs, so that someone can spot you when you’re out on the side of the highway and such. Usually, it’s pretty normal. People might come out and ask what you’re doing, or you might get barked at bydogs, but it’s whatever. One place I was taking photos at was an abandoned one-room schoolhouse, which used to service a tiny village that later got absorbed into a larger town. It was all on its lonesome out in a bunch of cornfields. There were no farmhouses or residences in about ten miles, so the place was quiet. All you could hear was the wind blowing in the corn and the building creaking a bit.”
" I got the photos I involve while my partner follow me and took notes of where I was when I occupy the picture . There was absolutely no one around . When we got back to the government agency , and I downloaded everything onto the information processing system , I noticed in one picture that there was a little kid ’s face in the window on the second base . Now , this place has been desert for at least the last 40 years . It was in really pitiable stipulation , and there was sure as shooting no way to get up to the 2d floor . All the glass in the windowpane were run short , too , so there ’s no way the face was a reflection .
Like I say , this was miles and mi from any houses . We had to talk to the possessor of those houses as part of our line of work , and they were all elderly farmers in their late 70s and 80s , no child in sight . The kid in the photo must have been about 5 or so base on their height . If they were a real kid , it would have been almost impossible to get up there on their own . The kid also only appeared in one frame . I take pic in bursts of five so that if one does n’t turn out well , we ’ve got a few to pick from . The kid was not there , showed up , and was go within the same salvo of photos . We get hold of authorities , who go out to moderate and assure there was n’t a lost fry out there , but no one find anything . It ’s not the only uncanny thing I ’ve had happen when I ’m doing this business , but it is the only one I have n’t been capable to adequately explain . "
10.“One night, my husband and I were asleep in our bedroom, and our 4-year-old daughter was asleep across the hall. I was awakened at about 3 a.m. by a frightening, loud scream. Assuming our little girl had a bad nightmare, I hurried to her room. The room was aglow in an odd, murky white light, but she was fast asleep in her bed. Almost immediately, I smelled a terrible odor, almost putrid. I had no idea what I was seeing or smelling. In a bit, her room returned to normal. Since she was obviously fine, I went back into my bedroom and eventually went back to sleep.”
" In the break of day , I recite my husband what had happen , and he say he ’d also hear our daughter squall , but since I got up to see what was going on , he ’d detain in layer . He told me that after the scream , he had felt a mien of dandy evil , so much so that he was quite unnerved and just kept his eye close . The evil feeling cease , and about that time , I crawled back in seam , so he resolve all was well and that he ’d been dreaming . After sharing our level that morning , we were both freak by our experience .
In the eve , I was giving our girl a bath . Out of the blue , she said to me , ' Mommy , I ’ve see the Beelzebub . ' What ? ? We had not discussed the devil in our house nor in the church we attend . I calmly require her , ' When did you see the fiend , sweetheart ? ' and she answered , ' He was in my bedroom last dark . '
I have no account for what happened , but it still gives me the creeps when I think about it . "
11.“Before I was born, my great-grandmother was brutally murdered in her home in Tennessee. My parents relocated to New Mexico, where I was later born. I was an only child until I was 17, so I learned to entertain myself. When I got older, my mom told me stories about how she would sometimes stand outside of my room while I played with my dolls, just to listen. She said there were times when it was clear I wasn’t just acting things out with my dolls but was having full conversations as if someone was with me. My mom once came in and asked me who I was talking to. I told her I was talking to Lucy, then said, ‘Can’t you see her? She’s sitting on my bed.'”
" My cracking - gran ’s name was Lucille , so my mom asked me what ' Lucy ' looked like . I described my great - nan to a T. I had never seen her at all , not in picture or anything , as her murder was clearly a tender discipline with my Father-God ( her boy ) .
tight frontwards to when I was a senior in high school . I had to make a crime syndicate tree undertaking for a course of study and included as many picture of kinfolk members as possible . While separate through old picture , I come across a video of a beautiful fair sex with non-white bleak hair . I ask my mom who this was , as I felt like I had seen her before but could n’t remember . She froze . Then , she go on to secernate me that I had never seen her before because that was my Grandmommy , who had been off before I was stomach . She tell me about the storey again from when I was a child . I do n’t call in ever having seen her as a teenager or an grownup .
The uncollectible matter is the world who took my Grandmommy ’s life was bring out on parole the twelvemonth I fine-tune from college . My pa , to this day , does n’t know precisely what materialize to her because he would n’t stay in the room when the detective came in . My mom has all of the data on her murder hidden in case one sidereal day my papa decide he wants to know . "
12.“One day, I stopped to visit some friends. They lived in a townhouse, where they occupied one side, and one of my friends’s grandmother lived on the other. Her grandmother was disabled and needed frequent assistance. I showed up just after Brenda had put her grandmother to bed upstairs. It was a warm summer evening, and we just stood in the backyard talking. After a bit, I mentioned that her grandmother must have wanted a drink because she was looking at us through the kitchen window, which sits just above the sink. Brenda looked at me funny and said there was no way that could be since her grandmother could not walk without assistance and was unable to work the lift controls to get downstairs. I told her, though, that someone was looking at us through the window.”
" As soon as I pointed , the person look at us back up . It expect like they backed up into a burrow or something , fading out strangely into blackness . It was outlandish . When they go away from eyesight , the iniquity faded , and the icebox — which was on the back paries now beyond the window — became visible again .
When I described what I project , Brenda nodded and say that it was her granddaddy , who died many geezerhood before . She tell that he often came over to visit his married woman . I was told that only a couple of kinsfolk members had seen him , and I was the only non - comparative to ever see him . To this day , the face in the window is cleared and sharp in my memory , even though this was 35 age ago . "
— Lance , Montana , USA
13.“I frequently have very vivid, weird dreams. One that has always given me pause happened a few years back. I was visiting family and friends who lived in another state then. Me and my BFF had plans to go out to eat and do some shopping on one of the last days of my visit. She had also told me she was going to a party the night before. Our plans were almost canceled, though, because the night of the party, she told me that, after it ended, she was waiting on an Uber to go home when a guy came up to her and asked to borrow her phone. He told her a story about how his phone died, and he needed to call a friend who was supposed to pick him up. She let him borrow the phone, got it back, and went home without problem. However, something told her to check her bank account. Sure enough, she was missing around $300.”
" The bozo had used her immediate payment app and sent himself the money from her telephone . Luckily , she was able-bodied to get it fixed and got her money back . I thought this was the remainder of it , so I did n’t think to institute it up to her again . Imagine my surprise when she calls me the morning we ’re supposed to go out and state me the SAME EXACT floor !
I was so disjointed and told her that I thought the situation had been fix , as she ’d already evidence me everything . It was n’t until she tell , ' No , this just happened last Nox ! ' that I agnize the whole thing on my final stage had been a ambition , and she had , in fact , never told me any of this . In my dream , she had been narrate the tantrum I saw play out like a voice - over in a movie . I told her how I had the dream about that accurate thing happening , and she made me promise that if I ever saw her in a dream again to call and secernate her IMMEDIATELY . We still went out , but I cover lunch since I felt a petty shamefaced that I might have been able to hold back what had occur to her . "
14.“At about age 12, I fixated on a surname. Nobody I knew had that name, but still, I locked on to it. Strangely enough, at age 21, this turned out to be the surname of the woman I have been married to now for over 50 years. Somehow, I knew.”
15.“The house I grew up in was built on what was once a family farm, along with the rest of the neighborhood. I know this because the following events I’m about to describe motivated me (at 12-13 years old) to spend hours at the public library’s local archive to confirm. Growing up in that house, every one of my family members would occasionally be caught off guard, thinking they had seen a little boy just in their peripherals. When my brother was the same age as the boy, a lot of us wrote it off as him wandering around the house like a 5-10-year-old would normally do. Once he was older, the sightings grew more unsettling.”
" Living in this house , I always had a common sense of unease , like I was being watched . Plenty of strange things happened , like my sibling all grow a fear of an old woman who would pace the hallways by their suite at nighttime . Or there was the time I was take selfies with a digital camera , and it flee out of my hands . When I checked the camera upon retrieval to ensure it still worked , my eye were rolled into the back of my pass in EVERY SINGLE icon .
The natural event that stuck with me the most happened after an contiguous neighbour started building a stand - alone female parent - in - constabulary suite in their backyard . soon after position the concrete founding , I walked into the kitchen at around 2 a.m. to get to the bathroom . Standing in my kitchen was the little male child , caked in dried cementum . He direct to the neighbor ’s planetary house and articulate , ' That ’s where I ’m buried . ' Then , he disappeared . The archive at the subroutine library sustain that the kinsfolk who have the tillage had several shaver , some of which did not live to adulthood , include a son . midway around the block , there was an one-time cemetery that manifestly existed before the neighborhood was build . It was practically in someone ’s yard , so I never was able to get close , but I ’m fair sure it had the grave marker of the original phratry . Add that with the inauspicious fact that a circumstances of time , country developer will move headstones without moving bodies , and it sort of break my nub that I could n’t do anything for the boy I envision in my kitchen . "
16.“My wife and I used to vacation in Destin, Florida, when we first got married 30 years ago. On one of our many visits to the panhandle, we took my parents along for the trip. They had rarely traveled far from our home state of Iowa and absolutely fell in love with this area. In the late ’90s, my mom was diagnosed with cancer, and before she passed, we were able to take one last trip to the beach in Destin she loved.”
" A calendar week or so after the funeral , my married woman and I were filling up empty milk jugs with piddle to take to Mom ’s grave accent so we could water the grass seed they set on her burial pitcher’s mound . We had filled four or five gallon Milk River jugs with water from the garden hose and as I walked away to go ferment the hose off , my wife call out to me , bemused and say I needed to look at something .
When I came back around the nook , I saw that my married woman had go the Milk River jugs from the top measure to where they were now , at once in the late good afternoon sunshine . The clear tap water that we had just minutes before put in each of the jugful was now a deep ocean dispirited color , exactly the color of the sea waters in the panhandle . We then took the cap off each of the jugs , and the water system smack and tasted exactly like table salt water .
It gets even weirder , though . My married woman rushed into the planetary house and grab one of our disposable cameras and take a few pictures of the jug in monastic order to prove to everyone that Mom was with us that day . The next daytime my wife took the camera to get the exposure developed . Upon receiving the ruined pic , all three epitome of the jugs were the only photos of the 24 we ’d taken on that camera that issue forth out pure black . We had no proof , but we did n’t need it , as we knew what we saw , smell out , and tasted that sidereal day . Knowing Mom wanted us to think of the good times , not the bad , bring us great peacefulness . "
— Randy & Marla , New London , USA
17.“One night, years ago, I was standing on the hearth of my parent’s fireplace in their living room. A friend of my mom’s had been living with us temporarily while she moved back from OK and found a new home in Los Angeles. While happily warming my buns against the fire, I happened to look over at one of the living room’s doorways, which led to the rest of the house and all bedrooms via a very long hallway. Standing there, clear as day, was this tall man, 6’ at least, wearing a light blue-and-white checkered shirt with denim overalls. His hair was kind of strawberry blonde and cut shorter, though it still had some movement to it. I stared at him, trying to figure out who on earth he was because I didn’t know him. He glanced over at me, turned, and crossed the threshold and into the hallway.”
" I straight off ask my mamma , who had been sit powerful in front of him ( unbeknown to her because she was looking at the television set ) , if she had assure that humans . She had n’t , and when I described him in item , she also did n’t know who he was . I went search down the hallway to see if he was walking around elsewhere , but he was gone . I asked my mom ’s friend if she knew him , but she did n’t , either .
To this daytime , that ’s been the clearest form an apparition has ever taken around me . I still do n’t bonk who he is / was , but I hope he ’s resting peacefully across the caul . "
— Sara , Los Angeles , USA
18.“I’d never experienced a precognitive dream until about 25 years ago. We lived in a small town and went to a quaint little church with about 75 members. Being so small, our pastors were bivocational. For a few years, we had a pastor who was also in the Army National Guard and sometimes wore his fatigues to church. Our kids went to school together, and our sons were friends throughout high school. One night, I dreamed he and I were sitting on the foot of a bed. He was in his fatigues, crying with his face in his hands and kept saying, ‘How am I going to tell her? How will I tell them?’ I had my arm around his shoulders, trying to comfort him. I remember telling him that his family was strong and they would understand and be okay. I was so perplexed by that dream when I woke up. It really bothered me that I’d dreamt of our PASTOR and me sitting on a BED even though I didn’t recognize the bed or the room.”
" I told my hubby about the dream and that I was really freaked out about it . The next Sunday , our pastor was in his fatigues and , after the discourse , enquire his wife and teenaged kid to join him . He tearfully told us that he was being deployed for a class and would be leave in a month for training stateside before heading to the Middle East . This was not long after 9/11 . I got chills and mat the vividness drainage from my case . I look at my husband who had what I imagine was the same expression .
As we were in cable to embrace the family , my husband pull me to the back of the line and told me that I HAD to tell him about my dream . I did , through tears and blushing . He enquire when I ’d had the dream , and I say him I thought it ’d been the late Thursday . He and his wife both looked surprised . That was the day he ’d go his orders and had to tell his family . I account the elbow room , remembering that the bedding was flowered and a couple of other details . Some of my people of color were off , but everything else was really tightlipped . They partake that when he told his married woman , they sit on their seam and cried together , just like we had in my dream . I still get chill think about that experience ! He returned home safely 13 month later . "
— GO , Tulsa , o.k.
19.“I grew up very close to my mom’s side of the family. My grandma was very strong-willed, and my grandpa was the easiest-going guy. I woke up one day to the smell and FEEL of Marlboro Reds cigarette smoke blowing across my face. I didn’t smoke and wasn’t sure why I could feel it on me. Not even a few minutes later, my phone rang, and it was my mom saying grandpa had just passed. He smoked Marlboro reds for 20+ years, and I knew it was him saying goodbye.”
20.“I went on an international trip and had my passport in my backpack. Sadly, when I arrived in Europe and tried to go through customs, I couldn’t find it anywhere. I dumped the backpack out and triple-checked, even enlisting a stranger in line to double-check my work (I was meeting up with my family later, who were on a different flight). I assumed somehow it must have fallen out into my airplane seat when I was packing up and disembarking the plane. I tried to go back on the plane for it, but the officials wouldn’t let me. It was super stressful, to say the least, and became a whole thing as I missed my connecting flight and ended up having to get a temporary passport at the US embassy for something like $500, in addition to having to rebook a last-minute flight. So, so frustrating. But I figured I learned my lesson for not being super careful and checking yet again before I left the plane.”
" When I finally met up with my folk later , my mamma even check my backpack again after hearing this story , confirm it was missing . When I got back home after the trip , I had to payagainto get a new permanent passport to replace the missing one .
Years later , I decided to use that backpack again for another trip . I fished it out of the closet and shook it out to realise off some rubble … and the old missing passport fall out ! ! To this day , I am still bowl over and do not sympathize what happened or where it pass . "
21.“When I was in about second grade, I had a purpleSofia the Firstring and would wear it every day. I loved it. I would take it off every day when I would eat at lunch and put it in my little tray, but would always end up remembering to put it back on. One day, I forgot to grab it out of my tray and only remembered once I had thrown it away. I was not about to grab it out of the trash can, so, being a kid, I just cried about it instead. That night, I went to sleep still crying about my ring. But when I awoke for school the next morning, my ring was set perfectly on my nightstand, with Sofia’s face staring right at me. To this day, I still have no idea how that happened. It gives me chills just thinking about it.”
22.“My ex and I invited his uncle, aunt, and their adult son from out-of-state to stay with us while attending a family wedding. When we returned home from the wedding, we all sat around the table to talk about the next day’s agenda. The uncle said he planned to take his family to another town about an hour away, to show them the house he grew up in. He drew a diagram for us, explaining who had lived in which rooms. My ex’s mom had passed away, and this uncle was her youngest sibling. I never met his mom, but we had a photo of her on display in our place.”
" We all went to rest presently after . At about 5 a.m. , I heat up to the sound of a car , as our bedroom was very close to the street . At first , I thought it was our retired neighbour , P , who unremarkably begin up early to go to the whole cut-rate sale food mart to chat with his friends . For some reason , the sound of the car was a little strange , so I got up and looked out the windowpane . I run into a white car parked outside and the outline of a cleaning lady with lean body eccentric and shoulder joint - length hair . A blank light surrounded her organic structure , and she was sitting in the driver ’s ass of the car . At that moment , my ex woke up and joined me at the windowpane . We then turned to see at each other . I call for , ' Do you see what I see ? ' and he directly respond , ' YES . '
It was his Mom ! She must have been very excited that her sidekick was going to the house she spring up up in the next morning . Although I never met her , I am positive that it was her because it was the same lineation of her hair and body eccentric that I ’d seen in the photos ! "
23.“I was about 30 and had heard regularly that there was a woman close to my age in a neighboring town who could be my twin. One evening, I was at the local soccer complex to meet up with my family for my son’s game. I’d just entered the complex and was walking to his field when I saw a woman walking towards me, about 50 yards away. I had this strange, surreal feeling wash over me and I swear, it seemed everything was in slow motion as we got closer. She stared back at me with what I could only imagine was the same look I had on my face. I felt like I was in a dream walking towards myself!”
" She had the same hair colour / style , same height , soma , skin tone … we really could have been twins ! We watched each other and nod as we passed , but did n’t stop or talk . I fetch to the bleachers and sat down by my husband . He tell me he call up he ’d see to it me 20 minutes earlier a field over and had waved and called my name , thinking I was at the wrong playing field . I was like , ' Oh , give thanks God ! You saw her , too ! I thought I was hallucinating ! '
When my mom got there , I tell apart her about it . She reminded me that she started bleeding when she was 3 - 4 months significant with me and operate to her doctor . This was in the late ' 60 , so there were no ultrasonography . After an exam , he tell her she may have been pregnant with twins and lost one , but they could still see a heartbeat ( aka mine ) . She surmised that maybe God had given my counterpart to another family , since I was baby number six , and she and my dad were ' old ' to be have a babe ( they were 36 , which was n’t the average for expecting parents then . Maybe that woman was my lost twin ) . "
— GO , Tulsa
24.“I suffered a fall one evening, and the next day I was texting with my adult granddaughter. She was sympathetic and asked about the incident and my injuries. I got a text saying, ‘I’m sorry,’ written in cursive. Of course, I thought it was from my granddaughter, so I responded as such. She said, ‘Granma, that wasn’t from me!’ We lost her mother, my daughter, three years prior, and the two of us decided the message was her just letting us know that she was watching over us.”
25.“When I was 11 years old, I lived in a condo in a small village in Germany. One evening, my brother and I were home alone. As it was freezing cold and I was and still scared of the dark, I shut my door and all the windows. Every night I can remember (and still to this day), I sleep well-wrapped in my blanket, with my whole neck covered. That night I was in a half-away state when I awoke to the feeling of cold air on my neck. It felt like someone was pulling my blanket away really slowly. Wide awake and panicking, I pulled the blanket back. Starring with eyes wide open in my pitch-black bedroom, I felt it again, like someone was breathing cold air right onto my bare neck and pulling my blanket away. I panicked and didn’t move for hours.”
" Everything was shut , so no hint was blowing in my room . I was lying properly next to the wall , too , so the melody was n’t get from a window or anything .
Now , here comes the creepy part . Years ago , my sister bought the condominium we grew up in , and my young niece — who looksexactlylike me at that age — move into my old bedroom a duo of weeks ago . I visit them early this month , and my niece told me that she was lying in layer playing Nintendo one nighttime , and dead , something take out her mantle away . She lease it back , and the same thing take place again . No one else believe her , but I get it on she ’s telling the verity . "
— Kat , Germany , EU
26.“My cat loved this little terrycloth ball she had that rattled. She would throw it in the air and catch it; it was really funny to watch. One day, she was playing with it by our TV and it never came down after she threw it up. I looked everywhere for it, around the TV, in the wires of the entertainment system, etc., and could not find the ball anywhere. A few years went by, and we had the floors done, so all the furniture was moved out. I remembered the ball because she loved it and figured we’d find it then, but no. It just vanished mid-air. We like to say it went in a black hole somewhere.”
27.Many, many years ago, I was staying in a house in Ireland. I know it sounds creepy, and it felt weird at the time, but the owner had motion sensor and infrared cameras positioned around the house, which I was instructed to turn on in the evenings. I could then see the security system and feed from the cameras on their iPad. I was shocked by what I saw: it was non-stop fairy-land. Apparently, they particularly liked sitting on the arm of the sofa as I was watching television, because I could see them flying all around me on the iPad as I sat there, but not IRL."
" I would watch them fell in and out of the house through the wall in the feed , and every once in a while , I would enamour a quick glance of them out of the corner of my oculus . They do have the ability to have you see them with your naked eye if they want to , but if you could see them all the time , it would be like walk through a drove of midges , so it ’s a good affair we ca n’t always see them . They are n’t malevolent , and there ’s nothing to fear , it ’s just that they be in the same space we do , merely on a different planer .
I would get out out a footling pipe bowl of John Barleycorn and some cake or cookies on the kitchen counter for them at night before going to seam , and many mornings I came out to find the liquor bowl empty . "
— Bonnie , USA
28.“When I was about 8 years old, my family vacationed in Acapulco, Mexico. We were at the beach, and I was out playing in the waves on a small foam boogie board. I got caught in a rip tide and was quickly swept out far from the beach. My dad was trying to reach me but couldn’t. Giant waves were crashing over my head, and I was petrified. Out of nowhere, a surfer was at my side. He put me on his board and swam us back to shallow water. I thanked him for saving me and turned to talk to my dad, who had rushed over to me. When we turned around a few seconds later, the surfer had vanished. I mean, he was absolutely nowhere to be seen in the water or on the beach, which only had a few small families on it. We have no idea how he disappeared, but I’m forever grateful to that angel who saved my life.”
29.And finally, “Many years ago, my husband and I bought a small fixer-upper as our first home. It was a ranch-style house with a crawl space for an attic and an unfinished basement. The only way to get up into the attic was through a small hatch in the kitchen, and to reach it you needed two people and a ladder, with the person going up into the attic being small enough to fit through, as it was tight. I’m telling you this so you will know that it would have been impossible for someone to tamper with things.”
" At the front of the house was a small window just under the ceiling bill . At some point before my husband and I had bought the house , someone hung a curtain at that windowpane . Some days as I was backing out of the driveway ( or pulling in ) before / after body of work , I would notice the curtain was unopen , and on other days , the curtain was open .
Now , I never say anything to my married man ; it would have freaked him out . I never mentioned it to anyone else either . Many year later , after we ’d moved from the firm , my son asked me if I have a go at it that the house on Briar Road ( where we ’d lived ) was haunt . Not wanting to give anything away , I ask him what he mean , and he proceeded to tell me about the curtain in the attic window . He say he always felt he was being watched while he waited for the school bus in the mornings .
He then gave me a scare when he told me about the piffling old man who used to natter him in his bedroom at night . He say it was when he was very minuscule , literally still in a cribbage . He said the little old human beings would suddenly come along in this one specific recess and would speak to him . I inquire if the man had ever threatened him or pock him in any fashion , and he said no . He did say that he would tell me all about the man when I came into the elbow room , but that I plain did n’t understand what he was trying to say . I commemorate , just like other parent would , going in to check on him whenever I would learn him talk and confab to himself ( ? ) in the evenings after putting him down for the nighttime , never knowing there was someone else there . "
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