People From Around The World The Most Inexplicable Thing They’ve Witnessed
Strange things happen every day, and most times they can just be attributed to a gas leak, or high-pitched sounds causing vibrations in your brain giving you a weird feeling. Other times there’s less of a reasonable explanation. Those are the fun ones. So for everyone interested in weird and unexplained phenomena, we had people tell us the craziest stories they had.
Dreams Can Show You A World You Have Never Seen
I had a friend in high school who I stopped speaking to when she transferred in grade 10. Two years later, I have a dream that I visited her new school and sat at the back of math class with her. In the dream, her teacher was tall, brunette with curly hair, and wearing glasses.
Everything Seems Normal Here
Driving from Cancun to Merida at night. About 10 years ago. Middle of the road there’s a huge pothole, so I swerve to avoid it. About 200 metres ahead notice a car’s got its hazard lights on. It’s parked on the side of the road so I decided to stop and check to see if they needed help – thought it might have been a flat tire.
A few years ago me and a bunch of friends were on a trip at my friend’s parents’ cabin. It was in the middle of nowhere and it was late, so the road was pitch black. We were split up into two cars, and I was driving behind the person who knew where we were going.
Minor Super Powers
I was at a bar with a friend and I was talking to some dude I just met and a girl came over and started chatting us up. Mid conversation out of nowhere she puts her hand on her head and says to the other guy “You are from Brownsville” I don’t remember the city name but it is a small town of like 500 people. The dude looked completely dumbfounded and replied that indeed he was from that city. She said that is weird because once every 2 or 3 years she has these crazy flashes of information about people she is talking to but doesn’t know them personally. It was really weird and the guy was blown away and I was kind of in awe. I don’t believe in real psychic abilities or anything but this tested me.
Family Bonds Know No Bounds
My uncle had passed the previous month or less. It was very hard for the family as he was the youngest of 8 siblings at 31 years old. I fell asleep on the couch and had a dream. I remember taking a train and at the end, my uncle that had passed gave me a huge hug, it felt so incredibly real, and he told me “Everything is going to be okay.” The moment I opened my eyes my mother informed me that my abuelita (great grandma) died. She and my uncle were ridiculously close and it was known to everyone that my uncle was her favorite grandchild. On top of that, around when my uncle died my abuelita started crying out of the blue, the nursing staff asked her what was wrong and she said, “I don’t know why but I have a great sadness in my heart.” She had very severe Alzheimer’s and my family decided it would cause unnecessary pain to tell her that my uncle died so she never knew.
Dogs Are Just Guardian Angels In Disguise
A few years ago, shortly after adopting my dog, my then gf and I were getting ready to go out for food (or whatever it was). Right as we are getting ready to go out the door our dog starts FREAKING out.
I Hope He Was Reading
I came out of a store one day and turned the corner to see a crow trying to read a paperback novel on a park bench. He was perched on the bench, turning pages with his beak. When he noticed me staring, he hopped away like I caught him red-handed, and took flight a moment later. Ended up getting a tattoo of a crow reading a book because the incident left such an impression on me. No one really seems to believe me, but dude, corvids are really smart. I figure it was either imitating a person, or trying to harvest the pages for a nest, but either way, strange experience.
The Grave Stone
My friend and I used to love to go and hang out in one of the local cemeteries. I guess because we were just weird. This was an older cemetery and was no longer used so it didn’t have any new graves in it.
Out walking around the neighborhood late at night with a friend one night, we would occasionally look up to the sky in awe of the stars. I saw a fast moving light like a meteor, but slower, although much faster than an airplane. Then, it made 2 sharp 90° turns. First to the right, then to the left and disappeared. My friend and I both stopped and said “did you see that?” to each other. This was in the late 80s and I can still picture it like it was yesterday.
I Think The Proper Term Is A “Plague Of Locusts”
When I was about 14 (I’m 50 now) we were driving in the middle of the day when we drove into a cloud of locusts. We were in the locusts for about 5 minutes. We stopped at a Pemex gas station to clean the hundreds of smeared locusts from the front windshield. A car pulled in right behind us. The man said he had been driving behind us and he wanted to know if we were OK because of all the smoke around our RV. We showed him it was not smoke but locusts. He said he didn’t see any locusts and his car was clean.
So Long And Thanks For All The Fish!
On a boat, trolling for yellowtail amidst a school of dolphin about 4 miles off San Diego (dolphin are too smart to take lures, aren’t shy near small boats, and feed on the same bait schools as yellowtail and tuna, so it’s strategic to follow them). As if cued, all ~50-75 dolphins simultaneously stopped jumping and disappeared into the depths for about 30 seconds. Immediate, unnerving quiet. With great fanfare, they all suddenly burst out of the water in a near-perfect row about a football field wide, and for a while, synchronized jumps ahead of our boat. Then they were gone. Showing off for my dad and I? Normal behavior? Who knows, but it was awesome.
The Music Box
Years ago my dad’s uncle passed away. Years before that, said uncle got my parents a fancy bottle of tequila from Mexico and it’s been on the front room display shelf with a bunch of other dust covered sculptures and glass work for at least 12 years. It’s out of reach and untouched (no one in my immediate family drinks). On the day of his passing, I’m in the front room reading and my dads doing his taxes. We get a phone call with the bad news. My dad continues his taxes while letting me know his uncle passed in a few short words. Not 30 seconds later and the tequila bottle his uncle got my parents starts playing music. This is odd to me because I thought it was just a bottle so I ask. “Do we have a music box?” My Dad continues his taxes and tells me the bottle has a music box built in, and that was the only reason he kept it. I clarify “Did you wind it recently?” And he just keeps filling and says “Nope” and I was ready to leave it at that but he says still all casually occupied “I imagine uncle David wanted to say goodbye one last time.” That is the only time it has made a noise as long as I’ve been alive. Of all days and times. I never knew what to make of it. It just made me uncomfortable.
Casper Is Not The Only Friendly Ghost
As a child, back in my home country, I used to sometimes wake up in the middle of the night and talk to three people near the foyer of our house. Two men and a woman, in their mid 20’s or early 30’s. Every once in a while I would wake up in the middle of the night, walk to the foyer and talk with these three. I still remember how they were positioned, always the same. But I don’t remember the conversations or their nature.
A Cold Feeling
I was sitting in my college dorm room once when the temperature suddenly started dropping like crazy. I turned the heat up as high as it would go but it just kept getting colder. I took out my winter clothes and started putting them on. This was like in late September/early October in New York so it wasn’t cold outside at all.
I was a kid playing with legos and noticed a few were in the bucket that didn’t look like mine/ the plastic was faded/ older/ definitely of a different generation. I would build spaceships all day then when I went to bed and woke up there’d be holes in the spaceships where the old bricks would be. Being a seven year old my biggest concern was all the air getting out and my crew suffocating before they went to battle so I’d quickly pull them apart and put new bricks in where the old ones were but now that I think about it that always stuck with me as odd.
So This Guy Lives In Twin Peaks, Right?
My wife was making spaghetti and needed sausage for the sauce. Me and my son go to the local grocery store to buy it.
A Dogs Force Field
Once I tripped at the top of the stairs. I was worried because I knew landing would hurt and because my pup was at the bottom and I was headed right for her. Anyhow, when I landed, it was like I fell on top of an air bubble. I didn’t even touch my pup and she remained sleeping. No idea how neither of us were hurt.
So Many Clowns
I went to a fair one time, for some reason my friends weren’t with me can’t recall why. I noticed there were surprisingly few people there, and an abnormal amount of clowns, didn’t think anything of it. Got on some ride, got one of those spiral cut potatoes. Took off after, went home went to sleep. Next morning my friend calls me and says where I was last night because my group of friends had a hang out and no one could get a hold of me nor did I reply. Told them I went to the fair, he asked what fair, then I couldn’t remember where it was. I just said the fair in town, he just laughed and said something to the extent of yeah whatever. Still have no idea where I went that night.
Canadians May Be Too “Polite”
I was walking down Commercial Avenue in Vancouver, which is like the alternative neighbourhood there. This was like 15 years ago.
A Mirror Image
I once had this dream. I woke up, did my normal stuff, then walked into the bathroom. I knew that something was off and that this was a dream, but I followed through. I look in the bathroom mirror, and the most terrifying thing is in my reflection. I scream, and wake up. It is now dark outside. I go to my bathroom to wake up and splash some water on my face, hesitantly look in the mirror, same thing happens. I wake up again, refusing to look in my mirror. It felt like hours. I waited for the dream to end. I eventually went into the bathroom, looked in the mirror, same terrifying reflection. I wake up again, walk past bathroom, go talk to mother, everything in my house was messed up. It was all very dark. She’s standing alone in kitchen, I’m terrified. None of this feels like a dream at all. I wake up, do my normal thing, don’t look in mirror, go to school, everything is normal. I go to bed. Wake up. I finally actually wake up. I dreamt an entire school day. I ask everyone about if anything I remember happening actually happened. It didn’t.
When I was about 12 I was playing outside on a really windy day and a blue flying thing the size of a water bottle zoomed into my yard and got caught in some spider web in a bush. It’s wings were clear so it wasn’t a bird but the thing was huge and weird if it was a bug and freaking out tangled in the web and branches. It was thrashing so fast I couldn’t get a good look at it and I just kept staring at it in disbelief cause I couldn’t stop thinking “that’s a fairy” I go over and try to detach it from the web and it breaks free. At the speed of light it was gone again.
It’s Not Just Cats That Can See Ghosts
My mother passed away in 2008. When she finally passed and “gave up the ghost”, my 2 brothers and I were all holding onto her and doing our best to comfort her. At the foot of the bed both my dog, and her dog, both Jack Russell’s, were both very still and staring at her and when she finally passed both dogs heads went up and over to the corner ceiling. They were in complete unison as they watched something go up and out of that bedroom. I’m not a religious person, but I find comfort in what I saw that afternoon.
I’m Not Saying It Was Aliens, But Then What Was It?
One time, as I was driving home from work, I turned onto the street where I live on and noticed what seemed to be more street lights than I remember being there.
Don’t Mess With A Dead Man’s Stuff
When I was a teenager we went to our local cemetery to visit our grandad’s grave. On the way back to the car I saw one of those little white crosses on a grave (the kind you put on before you get a headstone). It was horizontal but the name had fallen off onto the grave. I felt bad seeing it so I picked it up and put it back onto the cross.
In the summer I sometimes volunteer as a cabin leader at a summer camp for youth, some of whom are “troubled”. Last summer we had a kid who got random fits of rage and he would take it out on anything he could. (We later found out he had hid his meds from the staff nurse because he came on a bus without any guardians. Obviously this withdrawal had major side effects.) His fits started to get more and more extreme, and one day during the daily nap time he erupted at full force and started breaking everything he could and ran out of the cabin and I was sadly the only person there at the time due to a staff meeting that was occurring. I called another cabin leader who was in the cabin next to ours and he ran out to find the camper because at this point my whole cabin of about 10 kids were panicking and worried, so I felt uncomfortable leaving them alone.