Weird things happen to everyone, right? It feels like fate, or kismet, or destiny, or just dumb luck, but if we sit and look at what happened with a calm and critical eye, we can usually figure out what exactly happened.
12. They feel you reaching out.
Several times a year I’ll suddenly get a though that it’s been a long time (usually months) since I last spoke with a particular friend or relative, then I will get a voice call or an email from that person within a few hours.
Can’t explain it. I never tell them about this because I fear losing this strange thing that I have.
Anybody else have this?
11. Hello, full body chills.
Long story short, I lost a jacket at a roller rink when I was in 3rd grade. I had a lucky rabbit foot in the pocket that I bought at the skate shop inside.
Months later, my mother, who is adopted, found her birth mother and her half sister.
The first time I went to my newly found Aunt’s house, she said she had a jacket that might fit me.
It was my jacket, rabbit foot still in the pocket.
10. You might be haunted if…
When I was 10 I had a radio and bean bag chair in my room.
As I was starting to fall asleep the radio suddenly changed the channel multiple times before I heard the bean bag chair in my room slowly fold in on itself making the noise a bean bag chair would make if someone where to sit in it.
Not sure what caused this but certainly freaked me out
9. It came through the veil.
I was walking between bars in a college town and felt something hit me in the back. I turned around and saw a cue ball rolling down the sidewalk.
I then spent the next 5 minutes walking up and down the street trying to figure out who threw it or what happened. I never found anyone, and I still have the cue ball.
8. Too many stories to count.
when I was younger we lived in a 110 year old victorian house. Everyone would notice weird things.
I was home alone organizing the silverware when I dropped a fork on to the table only to have it bounce once and fly at the wall like someone slapped it. I still have no idea how you can drop something strait down and have it launch horizontal for 5 ft
my parents when they first bought the house turned off all the lights (5 floors if you count basement and attic) My mom did the top 2, father did the bottom, the met in the middle, went to the first floor, left, got to the car and noticed not only was the 3rd floor light on but the blinds were now up.
we had a seesaw, my mother turned on the light and saw it violently going up and down
I was in the basement and felt a hand brush down my back. I jumped and turned and saw no one there. I convinced myself it was just my shirt moving weird. As I went up the steps I heard giggling.
when I was older I was sitting on the couch and heard my dad say “What the fu waTCH OUT” right before a framed puzzle we had fell on me. My dad said he saw it lift itself off the hook
we had a Mastiff, A rottweiler, and a German Shepard. They refused to go to the attic.
our entrance had two sets of doors. The front doors, then a small room, then the second set of doors. We never locked those doors as it was two large bolts that went into the floor and then a 3rd bolt that held the two doors together. Locking it was very hard with a key so you could only do it from the inside with considerable force.
We came home one day and the door was locked with all 3 bolts. In other words our completely sealed house was locked from the inside. My mother flipped, grabbed us, and ran to a payphone to call the police because if that door is locked then there is someone in the house unless the left via a second or 3rd story window. 3 cop cars came, they unlocked the door with my mothers key and swept every last inch of the place down to one of them going into our crawl space.
Nothing. Not only that my mothers gold necklace was laying on the table and all the windows were locked. We had a family friend who is a cop and one of my uncles who is a cop come spend the night. Next morning everyones is up and my uncle goes to leave only to see that the door is again locked from the inside. We removed those locks that same day.
Mastiff was laying next to me while I was watching TV. Suddenly he jumps up and backs into me. He’s growling and snarling while staring up the steps. The other two dogs run in and immediately have their ears go back and their mohawks go up. This went on for several minutes. Our german shepherd started inching toward the step and did a little lunge nipping at the air bearing his teeth. about a 5 seconds later I heard what sounded like someone full sprinting up the steps of the first floor from the landing to the second-floor steps, then the third. I called my mom from the house phone. While on the phone I heard what I can only describe as a wail from the the 3rd floor.
Years later, parents are divorced, I’m with my dad for the weekend. I helped him clean the 3rd floor. We put the toys in a large toy chest from the closet they were in. While we our brushing our teeth I go pale. I’m hearing something so I shut off the water and ask my dad to listen. We both are completely quiet. The sound starts again. it’s the sound of clink clink but a bit of rythym to it. I couldn’t place it at first then said “Dad I think that’s the xylophone” we go up and the toy chest is open and the xylophone is on the floor.
7. The dream that saved her life.
I have very vivid and intense dreams. One night when I was around thirteen or fourteen I was dreaming of a safari hunt for t-rexes and we had to save a golden idol from pirates in the jungle. Strange dream but during it, while running, everything suddenly stopped. I saw myself face me (not sure how to phrase that) and I said, “Amythystia wake up! Everything is about to shake and you’re in danger. Wake up!”
I woke up instantly and sat up confused. Roughly fifteen seconds later my boxer puppy woke up and started whimpering and whining and the rabbit I had started hopping in his cage. Seconds later an earthquake occurred. It wasn’t very big, but strong enough to knock several photos down and my shelf. Now this specific shelf was mounted above my head. It was made of a very thick type of wood and on it was a collection of random “prized” items, including a quart jar filled with sand and shells, several large books, a heavy statuette, etc. Sufficient to say it was quite heavy. When it fell, it fell directly onto my pillow where my head had been a moment before. I hadn’t ever felt an earthquake and live in a northern midwest state that rarely gets earthquakes strong enough to be felt.
I have had other dreams since that foreshadowed events but that was the only one that happened immediately after. It still gives me chills.
6. Static people are no bueno.
So when I was a kid, I slept with my bedroom door open because my cat liked to cuddle me. Our hallway was just a round hallway, and I could see the bathroom door and my parent’s bedroom door (though it was dark, it was in view). I also slept with my lights only dimmed.
One night, I can’t sleep for some reason. I for some reason call out for my mom, and I see her standing near my doorway, kind of turned away from my with her hand on her face and her hair draping. I know it’s her because she slept in a big purple t-shirt that night, but she’s completely still. Static. Mind you, I’m wide freaking awake. I might have been watching TV before this (3 am disney channel, probably). When I call out to her, she doesn’t move at all.
Blink. She’s gone.
I start freaking out and calling out to her for real, and that’s when I hear their door open and close and my mom rushes to my aid. I think she either slept with me all night or I stayed up all night watching TV to pacify myself.
I started sleeping with my door closed out of that and I don’t look too carefully in darkness.
5. They’re connected.
I swear my 4 year old can read my mind or we think on the same wavelength sometimes.
I’ve randomly thought of a specific food (ie ice cream which we rarely have) and he ask me “can we get ice cream?”.
Or I’ll be thinking about my mom and he’ll ask “can we go to grandmas?”.
4. Maybe you get used to it?
This reminds me of the “creeper” in my moms old house. We used to live on a semi main road right off of Main Street in my hometown. The house was over 100 years old. We had a stairwell from the first floor to the second floor that was completely walled in with only an archway/doorway with no door.
If you sat in our living room on either of the couches at any time of day, you might just see a dark head pop around the corner of the archway/doorway and stare at you. If you look straight at him he’ll duck back into the stairwell, but you watch him go.
He doesn’t just disappear or fade away, you can actually see his head duck back into the stairwell. We all saw it, and various friends of ours would report it to us randomly too without us ever mentioning it to them.
My mom tried talking to him but he never responded. Just stared at us from afar. The most anybody ever actually saw of him was part of his chest/shoulder.
3. I wish I had this talent.
My mother is a food psychic and always has been. From when I was really little I would come home on the bus from school and trudge up the hill in the snow and whatever food item I was daydreaming about would be ready for me when I got to the door.
Feel like roast beef tonight, don’t worry about it moms already on it. Feeling like cinnamon buns…consider them made. It was always something that she would have had to start cooking long before I thought of it.
So…I guess maybe that makes me the food psychic?
2. Alien abduction?
I used to fence (the sport, not stolen goods). I was at a tournament and had just started a bout against a competitor. You win the bout by being the first to 5 points. I score what I believe to be first point, but the official indicates the match is over and I’ve won
I stood there confused for a second, but my opponent seems to agree and salutes and approaches for a handshake, so I go along with it. I check the scorecard and it says I’ve won 5-2. Totally lost probably 4 or 5 minutes of time.
Hasn’t happened since to the best of my knowledge, but it’s been 20 years and I still wonder what happened.
1. A sense of dread.
About 5 years ago I was out with two friends. At the time, this group of friends liked to party hard, as did I. We were a few years out of college living in a resort town. That night, we went out to dinner and then went to a bar. We all did a round of shots when we got to the bar.
Immediately after the shot, I felt like I needed to throw up. It was odd because I had not drank much at dinner and I was very accustomed to taking shots. This was a very bizarre reaction for me. I had been driven there by one of the friends but I immediately decided I needed to leave, so I got a cab, went home, and felt completely fine when I got home.
I would usually have been out until 4/5am, but I was home by 11pm. I watched TV and went to bed but the whole night, I had a weird feeling.
I woke up the next morning and the two girls I was with had been in a car accident. The person driving was drunk and texting, and she hit a huge telephone pole. The pole fell onto the car, almost splitting the car in half. By the grace of god, the universe, something…
Neither of them were harmed, but if someone was sitting in the back seat, they would have potentially been dead. I am 100% certain I would have gotten into that car and likely would have been sitting in that seat. I don’t fuck with drinking and driving or anyone who attempts to drink and drive anymore.
These stories all give me an unsettled feeling; how about you?
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