What’s A True Story From Your Life That Sounds Made Up? | Scary Reddit Stories

What’s A True Story From Your Life That Sounds Made Up? | Scary Reddit Stories

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What's a true story from your life, paranormal or otherwise,
that sounds made-up but isn't? Story 1.
Back in undergrad I was doing research that involved soil
sampling. I had several sites to sample in
a wilderness preserve. Full day hikes, hours from the
nearest Rd. for safety. I always brought a friend.
One of the sites way in the backof the preserve always spooked

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me. It wasn't any more remote than
the others, but something about it just felt wrong.
One day we were there as usual. I crouched down to take my
sample head down, totally focused, and then out of nowhere
this terror rose up in me. No sound, no movement, just an
overwhelming get out now feeling.
I looked up and saw my friend's face.
She had the exact same look. Without a word she said we have

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to leave now. We didn't ask questions, we just
ran the entire way back to the car.
To this day we have no idea why.No weird noises, no animals, no
people, nothing. But I am absolutely convinced we
were in real danger. Our bodies knew it before our
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Story two. I've got a strange one for you.
Back when I was in high school, I had this assignment interview
a real working scientist. Luckily, my dad worked at the
local university and he put me in touch with a scientist who
worked in a radiation lab. Sounded perfect.
Except nothing about what happened next was normal.
Finding the lab was the first challenge.
It was buried in the basement ofan old building, past the

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janitor. Storage rooms, dark hallways,
flickering lights. It felt more like the setup to a
horror movie than a science project.
Finally, I met the scientist. He was an older man, kind and
surprisingly eager to talk. At first, it was all about the
science. But when the interview ended, he
drifted into his personal life. That's when things took a very
unexpected turn. He told me he'd been a sailor

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during World War 2, serving on an escort ship in the freezing
North Atlantic. His story started out like war
memoirs. Endless storms, sleepless
nights, the constant fear of enemy submarines.
But as he spoke, his voice grew heavier.
His emotions roar. And then he told me something I
never expected, something that felt less like a story and more
like a confession. One night, during a lonely

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watch, he was confronted by a crewmate, someone who had a
grudge against him. Words escalated, tempers flared,
and in the heat of the moment, fists flew.
His shipmate hit his head hard, collapsed and didn't move again.
Panicked, terrified of the consequences, the scientist
admitted he pushed the body overboard into the freezing,
stormy ocean No one saw. By morning, the sailor was

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simply listed as missing at sea.I sat there frozen, realizing I
hadn't just interviewed a scientist for my school project,
I had just listened to a man unburden himself of a secret he
had carried since the war. Needless to say, I ended that
interview quickly. TLDRI went in for a school
project and walked out with a decades old confession to a
wartime killing. Story three.

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I've told this one before, but here's what happened.
Years ago me and some friends were driving out to a party in
the middle of nowhere. Long Country Rd., nothing
around, no gas stations, no houses, just endless fields.
Out of nowhere, an ambulance comes flying past us.
It's going fast. As it passes, one of its back
doors swings open and a small cooler tumbles out, bouncing

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across the road and almost hitting our car.
We turn around, stop and check it out.
The lids cracked open, ice scattered everywhere.
We look inside and there's a human finger.
Total panic. We slam the cooler shut, jump
back in the car and floor it. 80miles an hour trying to catch up
to this ambulance, but it's gone.
We pull into the next gas station and call 911.

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We tell the dispatcher what happened and she immediately
starts yelling at us for pranking 911.
We're confused, try to explain, and she says we don't have any
ambulances out in that area tonight.
Now we're floored, but we still drive to the closest hospital
and hand over the cooler. They check no patients with a
missing finger. They call the police, we give
statements and eventually go home.

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A week later, I get a call from a detective.
He tells me they never found theambulance.
They checked every dispatch record on paper and computer and
there were no emergency vehiclesanywhere near that area.
To this day, no one knows where that ambulance came from or
whose finger it was. Story 4.
When I was about 8 or 9 years old, I had this one special
place, a huge pine tree on the mountainside right behind my

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backyard. It was massive, so tall it felt
like it touched the clouds. I climbed it almost every day
just to see the view from the top.
One evening I decided to climb up for the perfect view of the
sunset. The sky was already glowing
orange and pink, and the air wascool and still.
I was about halfway up the tree when I heard a strange sound,
branches shifting somewhere nearby.

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I froze. Slowly, I turned my head and
there it was. On a branch directly across from
me, not more than a few feet away, sat a Mountain Lion, just
chilling, watching me. Its golden eyes locked on mine.
My heart stopped. My hands started shaking on the
bark. For a second I couldn't even
breathe. I knew I couldn't run, I
couldn't scream. So inch by inch I started

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climbing down the tree as slowlyand quietly as I could.
The whole time I could feel its eyes following me.
Finally, when my feet hit the ground, I didn't run.
I just walked back home, every step feeling like a mile, my
heart pounding louder than my footsteps.
I don't think I've ever been that scared in my life.
Story 5. About 10 years ago, me and my
mom were sitting in the living room watching TV on a sunny

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afternoon. The big balcony doors were wide
open, blinds pulled back, sun pouring in, not a cloud in the
sky. Then, out of nowhere, everything
went black. I don't mean a cloud passed over
or it got dark like a storm. I mean pitch black.
No light anywhere. Not from the sky, not from the
TV, not from anything. It was total, absolute darkness.

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Both of us screamed, and just assuddenly, the light came back.
It couldn't have lasted more than two or three seconds, but
when we looked outside, the sky had transformed.
Gone was the bright blue. It was now a solid blanket of
dark clouds and rain was pouringdown.
It lasted 2 or 3 minutes. Then the clouds broke and slowly
the sun came back. Nobody else we know experienced

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the blackout, but a friend did say they noticed the weather
changed almost instantly from beautiful to terrible without
warning. We even checked for eclipses or
weird weather reports. Nothing.
No explanation, no official record.
Just me and my mom sitting therestunned, asking each other what
the hell just happened. Story 6 So picture this.
We're at a big family lunch. Everyone's talking, eating,

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laughing. It's just normal until my uncle,
through marriage by the way, finishes his meal.
And then I swear on everything Isee him grab a large crumpled up
paper napkin and eat it. Not pretend, not nibble.
He ate it. The crazy part, No one else saw
it. Everyone else is just chatting
away like nothing happened. I'm sitting there losing my
mind, looking around the table like hello, did nobody just see

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Uncle Napkin over here? Swallow a whole paper product?
Later, when I told my family, they refused to believe me.
Oh, you must have mistaken it for a piece of flatbread.
Flatbread. No, he did not casually wipe his
mouth on a piece of Pitta like it was bounty to ply.
I know what I saw, and to this day I'm the only witness to the
great Napkin incident. Story 7.

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A few summers ago I went prospecting and camping with my
partner and his dad in a National Forest in Southern
Oregon. Our mining claim was miles from
the nearest town, way up scary Forest Service roads.
We set up camp near a stream in a big clearing.
It was remote, quiet, exactly the kind of place where you know
no one else is around. One night we were sitting around
playing cards. My partner and his dad had been

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drinking, so they were pretty loud, but then I heard it.
A guttural scream. They didn't hear it the first
time, but when I got them to quiet down, it came again, this
time from a different direction.The second scream sounded
higher, almost feminine. That alone was terrifying.
But it didn't stop there. Later that night, we heard a
sound coming from the stream, like someone plunging their arms

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into the water and lifting them out over and over.
It was rhythmic, deliberate, like something was washing
something in the Creek. And then the rocks started.
Small rocks thrown at our tent. It was the worst night of my
life. I've never been so scared.
And the worst part? I still have no explanation for
any of it. Story 8.
When I was a kid, I lived with my mom and stepdad.

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Things at home were tense and I had the option to go live with
my dad instead. One day my stepdad drove me out
to a secluded area in the woods.In the trunk of the car were an
axe, a chainsaw, and black bags.On that drive he told me
something no child should ever hear, that if I went to live
with my dad, something terrible would happen to me, and that my
mom supposedly agreed. He gave me two weeks to change

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my mind. I was terrified.
My dad, probably on advice from his lawyer, couldn't do much
beyond telling me. If you don't show up at school
one day, tell one of your teachers why and have them call
me. So that's exactly what I did.
My teacher was a mandated reporter, which immediately
triggered Acps investigation. When they questioned my stepdad,
he denied everything. But my dad's lawyer obtained

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security footage from McDonald's, which matched
details I'd told CPS and used itto prove I was telling the
truth. In the end, my dad got full
custody. But for months after, I couldn't
sleep, terrified that something would still happen.
Story 9. Late last year, I was snoozing
in my room early one morning, lying on my back.
After about 10 seconds, I felt something tapped the tip of my

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toe three times. I sat straight up, looked
around, nothing. Freaked out.
I curled into a ball and somehowmanaged to fall back asleep.
Later that same day, I got a gutfeeling not to sleep in my room
that night. I left the door open and went to
another room instead. When my brother came home, he
tried to close my bedroom door. As he reached inside for the
handle, he heard something snarlat him.

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He slammed the door shut and raninto the room where I was
completely freaked out. I barely slept that night.
At that point I called a friend of mine who's much more into
psychic stuff. He spoke with an old Chinese
healer about what was happening.Their conclusion?
Apparently there was a portal inmy bedroom right next to my bed,
and for whatever reason a werewolf like entity had come

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through and was hanging out there.
I know it sounds insane, I had trouble believing it myself, but
they performed A ritual, closed the portal and sent whatever it
was back. And after that, no more tapping,
no snarling, no nightmares, nothing.
Story 10 Back in the late 1990s,I was divorced, single, and
drinking way too much Mountain Dew.

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Around that time, Pepsi launchedtheir Pepsi Stuff promotion,
where you could collect points from bottle caps and trade them
in for prizes. One of the top prizes?
A leather jacket. And I thought, you know what?
I've never owned a leather jacket.
Why not? So I started collecting points.
To enter, you had to sign up fora free Yahoo account.
Once I did, I figured I might aswell look around the site.

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That's when I stumbled across Yahoo Personals, basically the
online dating ads of the 90s. Most of the ads were honestly
terrible and I thought I could write a better one than this.
So I used their 30 day free trial and posted my own.
And I got exactly 1 reply. Just one.
But here's the crazy part. She had also signed up for the
free 30 day trial just to reply to me.

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We started chatting on Yahoo, played some Yahoo games, talked
on the phone, and eventually decided to meet up.
She lived about 45 minutes away.We met, clicked instantly, fell
in love, and got married. It's the kind of story you'd
expect in a Hallmark movie, right down to her dumping a
loser boyfriend just before we got together.
Oh and yes, I did get the leather jacket.
Still have it to this day. Story 11.

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A couple of years ago on Black Friday I woke up around 2:00 AM
with this weird feeling. Not just I can't sleep weird, it
was this heavy eerie sense that something was wrong.
I went upstairs and stood in my parents kitchen trying to shake
it off. Less than a minute later my mom
comes out. She looks at me and says, are
you feeling weird? I said yes.

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She said she was feeling the same thing.
We just stood there in silence for a minute or two, both of us
unsettled and not knowing why. Then the phone rang.
It was my grandmother. My grandfather had woken up at
2:00 AM with severe chest pains and was being rushed to the
hospital. Later we found out he was about
5% blockage away from the widowmaker heart attack and he'd
also suffered a minor stroke. My mom and I are both very close

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to my grandparents. It still gives me chills to
think we might have felt something was wrong at the exact
moment it was happening. Story 12.
I completely lucked out in a jobinterview once.
I showed up 15 minutes early andwas told I could wait in the
hiring manager's office. On his desk were a bunch of
company pamphlets. Out of sheer boredom, I picked
one up and started reading. He was running a little late, so

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by the time the interview actually started, I'd basically
read the whole thing cover to cover.
The first question he asked me was So what do you think we do
here? And without even planning it, I
just recited the pamphlet. Mission statement, values, key
services, the whole thing. He looked at me impressed and
said that's a pretty good answer.
The very next morning I got the job offer.

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Fast forward six months, I was doing really well.
During my one year review he pulled out one of those same
pamphlets and said be honest, did you read this before the
interview? I couldn't help but laugh,
confessed the whole story and instead of being annoyed he
cracked up, gave me a glowing review and a raise.
Story 13 When my mom was 22, shewent to Sanibel Island, Florida,

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for spring break with her sorority sisters.
One night, she and two roommateswalked down the beach to hit a
few bars. Other sisters joined later, and
everyone ended up splitting off and heading back to the hotel at
different times. My mom and her friend left
around 3:00 AM, walking the beach back to their room.
When they got there, they realized one girl, we'll call
her Michelle, was missing. One of the sisters said she'd

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seen Michelle outside the bar, smoking with a man she didn't
recognize. Michelle apparently had a
reputation for wandering off with guys, so no one thought
much of it. It was spring break, but by
morning, Michelle still hadn't come back.
While searching the beach, one of the sisters heard that a body
had been found earlier that morning.
They called the police. It turned out to be Michelle.
She had been stabbed to death and left on the beach sometime

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in the early hours of the morning.
The investigators estimated she'd been killed around 1:00
AM, which meant my mom and her friend had drunkenly walked past
her body on the sand just hours later, completely unaware.
And of course, they could have unknowingly passed her killer,
too. The case was never solved.
Even today my mom gets visibly shaken telling the story.

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Story 14. I spent a year living in the
Congo and one weekend some friends and I hitched a ride out
to the coast. On the way back to Kinshasa we
managed to catch a ride in AUN Jeep, one of those open top no
doors rigs. We're cruising along at about 30
mil aproars on a dirt Rd. carvedinto a steep hillside when we
spot a herd of wild Buffalo downin the valley.

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Then the bull notices us. He starts pawing at the ground
from over 200 yards away. We laughed.
No way he's coming for us, no way he could catch us from that
distance. But then he charged.
We kept watching as he got closer and closer, and then,
bam, that Buffalo timed it perfectly.
He came barreling up the hill, slammed into the back of our

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Jeep and spun us around like a toy.
We skidded sideways and crashed into the hillside, facing the
wrong direction. By some miracle, the Jeep didn't
flip, and nobody was hurt. We just sat there in shock, jaws
hanging open. The bull, now about 50 yards
away, shook his massive head, probably sore from hitting a
square on the rear wheel, then trotted back down the hill to

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guard his herd. The UN driver calmly grabbed a
crowbar, bent the wheel well back into place so the tire
could move again, and just like that, we carried on our way.
Story 15 When my mom was 18, shestarted noticing something
strange. Every night, as soon as she was
alone, someone would tap on the window of whatever room she was
in. It didn't matter if the curtains
were drawn, it didn't matter which room.

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It happened every night for three months, and every time
someone else came in or went outside to check, the tapping
would stop. No one was ever there.
Then it stopped. Two weeks of silence.
My grandpa and both uncles who all lived in the house, decided
to go fishing one evening, leaving my mom alone.
The sun had just gone down. She was sitting on the couch in
the living room, reading Tap, tap, tap.

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She rolled her eyes, thinking itwas her younger brother Jesse,
always joking around. Jesse, knock it off.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. Jesse, it's not funny, just get
inside. Tap, tap, tap.
She stood up, walked to the window with the curtain still
drawn. Very funny, Jesse, she said and
tapped back through the curtain.What she heard next wasn't a

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tap. It was a hand slamming against
the glass. Right then the phone rang.
It was my grandpa calling from the neighbor's house they'd
stopped in to dress their fish. Well, take Jesse back with you
and make him stop slamming on the windows, she said.
Rhonda, my grandpa told her Jesse is here with us.
Oh shit. She dropped the phone, ran to

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the door and locked it. My grandpa and uncles sprinted
up the road. When they got there, they saw a
man standing in the bushes by the front window.
When they started yelling, he stood up and he looked at least
7 feet tall. He bolted toward the fence.
My grandpa swears he saw the manclear the seven foot wooden
fence without touching it, legs completely over the top.
They were only seconds behind him when they vaulted the fence

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to chase him. But on the other side was
nothing. Just flat dirt and grass.
No trees, no houses, nowhere to hide and he was gone.
The tapping never happened again.
Story 16 I spent a year living in the Congo and one weekend
some friends and I hitched a ride out to the coast.
On the way back to Kinshasa we managed to catch a ride in AUN
Jeep, one of those open top, no doors rigs.

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We're cruising along at about 30mil a per hour on a dirt Rd.
carved into a steep hillside when we spot a herd of wild
Buffalo down in the valley. Then the bull notices us.
He starts pawing at the ground from over 200 yards away.
We laughed. No way he's coming for us, no
way he could catch us from that distance.
But then he charged. We kept watching as he got
closer and closer, and then, BAM, that Buffalo timed it

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perfectly. He came barreling up the hill,
slammed into the back of our Jeep and spun us around like a
toy. We skidded sideways and crashed
into the hillside, facing the wrong direction.
By some miracle, the Jeep didn'tflip and nobody was hurt.
We just sat there in shock, jawshanging open.
The bull, now about 50 yards away, shook his massive head,
probably sore from hitting a square on the rear wheel, then

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trotted back down the hill to guard his herd.
The UN driver calmly grabbed a crowbar, bent the wheel well
back into place so the tire would move again, and just like
that we carried on our way. Story 17 I live in a very
homogeneous neighborhood, white,middle class, everybody knows
everybody. I had just gotten a cat who I
adored but who honestly was an idiot.

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One day she climbed a tree with no branches until the very top
20, maybe 25 feet up and refusedto come down.
My contractor neighbor had helped me get her down from
another tree once before, but this time he said sorry, can't
do anything too thin, no branches.
I sat there until 2:00 AM hopingshe'd come down.
Finally went home and crashed onthe couch.
At 4:00 AM there's this loud knock on my door.

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I open it and there's a man fully decked out in camo gear,
face paint and all, holding my cat in a thick Russian accent.
He asks is this yours? I'm stunned.
How the hell did you get her down?
I climb. That tree had no branches.
In my training I learned climb Eit no problem.
I tried to offer him money, asked where he lived, but he

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just shook his head, looked almost concerned or maybe
amused, and walked away. I never saw him again, never
even heard another Russian accent in my neighborhood.
And now my cat, she stays indoors.
Story 18 Back in the preclinicalyears of Med school, we all had
to go through anatomy lab. For those who don't know, that's
where medical students dissect cadavers as part of learning

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human anatomy. One of the labs had a donor
whose tag said they'd passed away from complications of
kidney failure. Straightforward enough.
But while the team was working on the leg and buttock muscles,
they suddenly stopped. They'd found a bullet just
sitting there, lodged in the gluteus medius.
It had nothing to do with the cause of death, totally
unrelated. Just a surprise souvenir waiting

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to be discovered. And honestly, I like to imagine
this man, when signing the paperwork to donate his body to
science, chuckling to himself, thinking one day a group of Med
students is going to dissect my butt and get the weirdest
surprise of their lives. Story 19 One night in college,
after a party with a few beers and joints, I stumbled back to
my dorm with my suite mate, my best friend of four years.

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We went to bed like normal. The next morning, I woke up to
something out of a horror movie.My pillow, sheets, and comforter
were soaked in blood. Not urine, not anything else.
Blood. The entire left side of my face
was caked in dried black blood centered around my left ear.
I panicked. My suite mate panicked.
He said you might have had a stroke.

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We need to go to the hospital. We went straight to the ER.
The doctors took one look at me and were shocked.
Here's what they found. My left clavicle had broken
through the skin. I had a nasal fracture, a radar
skull fracture, 2 fractured vertebrae, bleeding in my brain.
The blood had punctured my left eardrum on its way out and the
left side of my face was paralyzed.

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I had no memory of anything happening, No pain, no
recollection of a fall or an attack.
The hospital called the police. They suspected someone had
assaulted me. Two Yonkers RSPD officers
questioned my suitemate. He swore I'd been drunk but
safe, and that I'd gone to bed with him right there.
No fight, no fall, no break in the police.
Checked security footage, questioned our friends.

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Nothing. No one came in.
The room was locked from the inside.
No window entry, no blood anywhere except my bed.
No obvious way for such catastrophic injuries to happen
without leaving external marks. To this day I still have no idea
what happened to me that night. I've mostly recovered
physically, but the mystery of it waking up broken and bleeding
with no memory still haunts me. Story 20.

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I work in a job where there's constant pressure to make
connections and bring in business.
Right before I went on holiday, I got an e-mail from a small
company asking if I'd hop on a Zoom call with them in the next
couple of days. But for once I decided to set a
boundary. I told them sorry, I won't be
available for a few weeks. Then I packed my bags and left
for a holiday about 500 miles away.

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A few days in, I was exploring the countryside, enjoying the
fact that I was completely switched off from work.
Eventually I ended up at a quietrural bus stop waiting for the
next bus back to my hotel. Only one bus an hour, so I was
just standing there enjoying thesunshine, not thinking about
work at all. Then I turned around and right
behind me was the office building of the exact same

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company that had emailed me daysearlier, the one I told I
couldn't possibly meet with. So there I was, 500 miles from
home with time to kill, standingoutside their front door on the
same day they'd wanted to talk to me online.
The universe definitely has a sense of humor.
Story 21. A friend of mine had just moved
into a new house and kept sayinghe heard weird noises coming

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from underneath it. He said the place gave him bad
vibes. I brushed it off like a skeptic
boss. One day I was over at his place
in the middle of the day, which honestly kills the horror movie
vibe, and he suddenly stops mid sentence.
Listen, he says. We both hear it.
A faint tapping noise, then a slam.
You can get under his house through a door beneath the back

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porch. So we go out there and find it
sitting wide open, no wind, no reason for it to be open.
We just stand there staring, already getting creeped out.
And then right in front of us, the door swings shut and the
bolt lock, which you have to push really hard through the
bracket, it slides closed on itsown.
We were stunned, just frozen. He tells me it still happens all

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the time. Story 22 So a couple years ago I
had something happen that started as the worst thing ever
but somehow turned into the bestdeal I've ever made.
I'm heading out the front door when my wife yells from the back
of the house stop that guy in the yard.
I'm like why? She shouts back.
He just went to the bathroom in our yard.
I run outside and see this sketchy looking guy walking

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away. Everything about him screams
trouble. So I yell hey did you just do
that in my yard? He laughs and says no.
Right on cue my wife storms out and yells liar, I saw you.
At this point the guy just chuckles and keeps walking and
suddenly I go full Joe Pesci where you go in buddy?
You think you can just walk awayfrom this?

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Now remember we live in a quiet neighborhood.
People are peeking out their windows wide eyed because here I
am marching after this guy, yelling and filming him like I'm
in a crime show. He gets to the corner and a car
pulls up. His friend leans out of the
window all tough and goes, is there a problem?
Oh, I let it RIP. Yeah, there's a problem.
That guy just did something nasty in my yard.

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You could hear my neighbors gasp.
And then comes the twist. The driver turns to his buddy
and goes, what? That's disgusting.
And guess what? You're cleaning it up.
Turns out the driver, his name'sPaco, actually mows lawns in our
neighborhood. And the guy who left the mess,
he works for Paco. So the three of us walk back to
my place. Paco makes his employee clean

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everything up while I'm standingthere roasting him the whole
time. And while this is happening,
Paco glances around and goes, hey, who does your lawn?
As luck would have it, our lawn guy had just quit.
So my wife says you if you want it.
Long story short, Paco became our lawn guy, gave me a price
that was too low so I paid him more.
He's been with us ever since, super reliable, always looks out

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for us. And the other guy, he still
works for Paco but whenever he'son our property Paco rides him
non-stop. So yeah, someone pooped in my
yard but I walked away with a lawn guy, a cleaner yard and a
neighborhood ally. Story 23 When I was 13 I was in
my room having a pillow fight with my 9 year old nephew and
five year old niece. We were laughing, having a

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blast, just kids being kids. Then my nephew suddenly yelled
stop. I turned around and saw my
bedroom door knob. It was slowly turning side to
side. We froze and just watched it.
It felt like forever. Finally I worked up the courage
to reach out and open the door. The knob kept moving under my
fingers until the door was completely open.

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No one was there, just the emptyhallway.
I ran out and asked my sister and my grandma if they'd been
doing it. Both said no.
The three of us decided to continue our pillow, so fight in
the living room after that. Later, when everyone left, my
curiosity kicked in. I tested every possible way the
knob could move by itself. It was a stiff, rusty knob, hard
for even me to turn, impossible for kids, and turning it from

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the outside wouldn't make it move on the inside.
In the end, I concluded something physical had to be
moving it, and it would have hadto be right next to me.
That was just the first of many unexplainable things that
happened in and around my bedroom over the next four
years. Story 24 I dropped out of high
school at 15. After that, I bounced between
call center jobs with no plan, no prospects, nothing.

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Office work crushed me. I was miserable at my lowest
points. I was even suicidal.
Then one day at one of those jobs, I met a girl.
She was an aspiring author. We became friends.
One day she said, you seem smart.
Can you help me figure out how to become an author?
If you do, I'll make you my manager and share my royalties
with you. I didn't have anything going for
me, but I had her dream to focuson and honestly, that became the

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thing that kept me going. Helping her gave me a reason to
get out of bed. Fast forward 10 years, we're
still best friends. I helped her become a best
selling author. We've sold millions of books.
We live just up the road from each other.
We're both happily married. And me, I barely work 10 hours a
week now. My job is simply to help her
with her books. That's it.
I basically won the lottery. That's exactly how it feels.

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Story 25/19/96 had been a rough year.
My first marriage ended, my father died, and my job had gone
downhill. By the time I finally had a few
days to myself, I gave myself a present, a Greek cruise.
It was my 31st birthday. In the middle of the night, I
wandered the sleeping ship, eventually stepping outside to
take in the moonlight, the distant islands, the ocean

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breeze. It felt like a new beginning.
And then I saw it. A light on the horizon,
seemingly following another cruise ship.
At first I squinted, trying to figure out what it was.
Then it moved far faster than any boat I'd ever seen and
zipped over to the next ship, hovering beside it for a few
minutes. Before I could even process what
I was seeing, it started to growand I realized it was coming

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toward my ship. It matched our speed and hovered
just a few feet above the ocean,just a few feet away from the
rails where I stood. It wasn't small.
It was a massive cylinder, maybe10 feet wide and at least 50
feet tall, lit with blinding floodlights around its top,
middle, and base. The lights were so bright they
obscured its surface, but I thought I saw circular openings
or portholes, and it had stoppeddirectly in front of me, the

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only person standing there. We were moving fast.
I could feel the ship rising andfalling under me, but the thing
just hovered. Then, just as quickly, it zipped
off toward the next ship ahead of us.
Only then did I remember I had acamera hanging around my neck.
By the time I raised it, the object was a speck of light
indistinguishable from the others on the horizon.
I have no explanation for what Isaw.

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I'm a skeptic, a facts and logicperson.
This is the one event in my lifeI have never been able to
explain. Story 26 My sister has faked her
own death not once, but twice. The first time was back in 1998.
I was three months pregnant at the time.
One night while I was at work, someone called my house
pretending to be a Colorado State Police officer.

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They told my husband that my sister had been killed in a car
accident. He rushed to my work to break
the news and I'll never forget it.
I screamed. I nearly passed out.
My whole family went into shock.For three days, my parents, my
ex brother-in-law and I were desperately calling around
trying to find out what happened, where her body was,
and how we could bring her home.We missed work, we were drowning

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in stress, my dad was a wreck, and the long distance phone
bills alone cost hundreds of dollars.
Then at 3:00 in the morning on the third day, my parents got a
phone call. It was my sister.
She was laughing hysterically. She actually asked them how they
like the joke she'd played. Fast forward to this year, she
did it again. I wasn't directly involved this
time, but I found out through family that she had people

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spreading the word. She died, and then a month later
it came out that she was still alive.
At this point I don't even know what to say.
She's literally faked her own death twice.
Story 27. I grew up in Roswell, NM.
Yes, that Roswell. One Friday night in 1999 my
brother and I were lying in bed trying to fall asleep.
I was 8, he was 5. Everyone else in the house was

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out cold. Then, right as my clock flipped
to 1:30 AM, our room exploded with light.
Not a bright flashlight, not headlights.
A blinding white light, more powerful than anything I'd ever
seen, pouring through the window.
And at the exact same moment, the loudest sound I've ever
heard. Metallic explosive filled the
room. I thought I imagined it, but my

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brother was crying. I could hear my dad scrambling,
my mom swearing. My sister's crying.
My dad grabbed his gun, bolted outside, and set off our alarm.
I followed him. The sky I was perfectly clear,
no clouds, no storms, nothing. My dad did a lap around the
house, came back to the door andtold me go back inside, it's
3:00 in the morning. That threw me because I'd

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literally just seen my clock switch to 1:30.
I went back to my room, rolled over and looked at my clock.
It read 315 Story 28. Several years ago, I was working
in chain food service when I meta customer I'll never forget.
Let's call her Ruby. She stood out for three reasons.
First, she asked about my formermanager who had just gone on
maternity leave. Second, she gave a really

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unusual name for her order. And 3rd, she had this striking
presence, A tall, confident woman in a gorgeous dress,
clearly in the early stages of transitioning.
Not something you forget. I passed along her greetings to
my manager, then didn't think much more of it.
Fast forward a couple of years, I'm working with that same
manager again, and she's tellingme about her close friend Ruby.

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Ruby had gone through a rough time.
She came out as trans, thankfully had a supportive
wife, but then lost both her father and brother within a
year. My heart broke for her.
And then it hit me. Wait, I've met this woman
before. She'd been that unforgettable
customer in my store years earlier.
Eventually, Ruby and I friended each other on Facebook.
We didn't talk much, just occasional comments, until one

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day she posted photos from her sister's wedding, including then
and now pictures of her sister as a child.
And that's when it hit me like lightning.
I knew that little girl. I knew her family.
I knew their house, their couch,their Mario Party sessions, and
her mom's legendary lasagna. Ruby wasn't just some customer.
She wasn't just my manager's friend.
She was someone I had known deeply over a decade earlier.

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In fact, before her transition, Ruby had been the very first
person I ever dated back when wewere 14.
The glow up was so complete thatshe had once stood right in
front of me and I didn't even recognize her.
It took me a week to build up the courage to reach out.
We'd ended badly back in high school and I didn't know what to
expect. But she remembered me and she
wanted to meet up. That was a few years ago.

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We're not super close, but we still talk now and then.
She's doing well, her family's healing, and every time I think
about it, I'm still floored. The world is so small.
Story 29. I grew up in Roswell, NM.
Yes, that Roswell. Anyway, one night in 1999, right
when my clock flipped to 1:30 AMon a Friday, my younger brother

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and I were lying in our room just talking and trying to fall
asleep. I was 8 at the time and he was
5. Everyone else in the house was
asleep. Suddenly, a blinding light
filled our room. I mean the brightest light I had
ever seen in my life. It poured in through the window
like daylight on fire. And at the exact same moment
came the loudest sound I've everheard.
It was metallic, explosive, deafening.

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There was no build up, no warning, just instant flash and
instant boom. At first I thought maybe I was
imagining it, but my brother immediately started crying.
From elsewhere in the house, I could hear my dad scrambling
around, my mom swearing, and my two sisters crying too.
My dad grabbed a gun and bolted outside, setting off our alarm
as he went. I followed him out into the
yard. The sky was completely clear,

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not a single cloud anywhere, just stars.
My dad made a run around the house and came back to the
doorway. He told me to get back inside
because it was 3 in the morning.That comment threw me because I
knew my clock had only just switched to 1:30 right before
the flash, but I did didn't argue.
I went back to my room, pulled the blanket over myself, and
rolled over. That's when I saw it.
My digital clock was glowing back at me, but instead of 130,

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it read 3:15. Almost 2 full hours had passed,
but I had no memory of it at all.
Story 30 Right after high schoolmy dad got a girl pregnant.
Things didn't work out, she was already with another guy
planning to marry him. My dad wasn't in a good place so
he signed away his rights and her new husband adopted the
baby. Fast forward 18 years, my

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parents are divorced, remarried,and I have a stepbrother.
Here's where it gets wild. My stepbrother's best friend is
actually my half brother. Problem was, my half brother had
no idea that his dad wasn't really his dad.
But the resemblance to my dad was undeniable.
He looked exactly like him. So when there was a real change
he might be brought around my sister and me, the truth had to
come out. They ended up sitting everyone

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down, including my half brother,and telling him the truth about
who his real father was. It was one of those life
changing reveals that ripples through the whole family.
And as if that wasn't enough, here are the coincidences.
My mom and I share a birthday and my half brother's twins,
they share a birthday too. Sometimes life really does feel
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school, I played in a band with two of my closest friends.
We mostly performed Christian music, which meant the higher
ups at our church saw us as safeenough to let us have access to
the big empty building at night for rehearsals.
We took full advantage, setting up practice about once a week
after hours. One night, we'd been playing for
quite a while and decided to take a break.
We were sitting around on the stage, joking, decompressing,

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and then our conversation just sort of trailed off into
silence. In that stillness, we began to
hear something faint in the distance.
A voice. We were supposed to be the only
people in the church, and the doors had been locked.
The church also had a history ofbreak insurance, so our minds
immediately jumped to intruder. We grabbed flashlights and
fanned out through the massive building, checking every
hallway, every room. It was dark, cold, and

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completely empty. We came back to the stage with a
weird, heavy feeling and sat there again to listen.
After a minute, the voice returned.
This time my friend walked over and pressed his ear right
against one of our speakers. And that's when we realized the
voice, a woman's voice, was coming through our speakers,
faint but clear enough to make out phrases like he will return
to us. It sounded like a line from a

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horror movie. We started to freak out.
We unplugged every microphone, every amp, every piece of gear
we had one by one, just to see if it would stop.
But the woman's voice kept whispering through the speakers.
Our system wasn't even tied intothe church's PA.
It was our own setup. Every source of sound was
accounted for and powered down. We'd already searched the entire

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church to make sure we weren't picking up someone's
conversation or a hidden tape, but the building was absolutely
still and silent. That was it for us.
We packed up and called it a night.
I'm not religious anymore, but even now I get chills thinking
about that night. We practiced in that church
plenty of times afterward and never heard the voice again.
Whatever it was, I can't explainit.

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Story 32. I've got two wild family stories
for you. First the glue incident.
My sister had just gotten a cat and while she was moving out the
cat stayed with us for a bit. My moms allergic so one night
she woke up with watery itchy eyes.
Half asleep, she reached into her bag for her allergy eye
drops. The problem was, my mom also
kept a little bottle of crazy glue in there for fixing her

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acrylic nails. Yep, she grabbed the wrong one,
put crazy glue in her eye. She felt burning immediately
couldn't open her eye, realized what she'd done, and we ended up
rushing her to the hospital in an ambulance because I was too
young to drive. She had to wear an eye patch for
a while until the medication helped it heal.
Thankfully, she's totally fine now.
Not blind, Just one insane storywe laugh about today.

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And then there's the Thanksgiving Turkey heist.
That year, my uncle wanted to watch football, but all of us
kids outvoted him and put on cartoons instead.
My mom backed us up, which made him furious.
He stormed out, but he wasn't done.
He sent his wife back into the kitchen to steal the Turkey
right out of the oven. So when the timer dinged, my mom
opened the oven expecting dinnerand found nothing.

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The Turkey was gone. My grandma started crying, we
were all panicking, and in the end we had to haul ourselves
over to my aunt's house just to salvage Thanksgiving.
Wild Times Story 33 Earlier thissummer, my husband and I spent
two weeks house sitting for my aunt.
One night at 3:00 AM, I was jolted awake by a voice shouting
YOU. It was so loud it startled me

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upright. I've had parasomnias before,
even episodes of exploding head syndrome.
So I told myself it was nothing and went back to sleep.
Around 6:00 in the morning, my husband and I both suddenly woke
up drenched in sweat. All the animals in the house
were going nuts, barking, meowing, climbing onto the bed.
That's when we realized the air conditioner had shut off.
All the clocks in the house wereblinking.

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The power had gone out at some point during the night, and now
we had no idea what time it really was.
My husband checked his phone forthe time, but here's the weird
part. His phone's clock matched the
blinking clocks. It hadn't been plugged in, and
cell phones keep time automatically, but somehow it
had been reset, too. We got up, figured things out,
and went to work. I didn't think about the outage
again until late that night. Scrolling Facebook, I noticed my

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aunt had uploaded a photo of my grandfather's grave.
It was the 12th anniversary of his death.
Instantly, I got a weird tingling feeling.
I ran upstairs to the bedroom, where I still hadn't reset any
of the clocks. It was about 10, but all the
clocks were 4 1/2 hours behind, meaning they've been reset
around 4:30 AM. That was the exact time of my
grandfather's death 12 years earlier.

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Let me repeat that. On the anniversary of his death,
the power went off at the exact time my grandpa died.
My husband's phone clock, which wasn't plugged in, reset at that
exact moment. At the time it happened, I had
no idea it was the anniversary. I only realized the significance
that evening. My grandpa is bad ass.
Story 34 I was on a small boat in Colombia heading from the

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beaches of Cartagena over to Tirabamba when suddenly the
motor died. We were just drifting.
At first it didn't seem too bad,but then the swells started
turning the boat sideways. That's when it got real
powerless. We were just rolling with the
waves and every swell felt like it could tip us.
The guy running the motor had noplan, no idea what to do, but as
we drifted I noticed we were getting closer to the island and

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some very long Piers stretched out over the water.
I figured if we got just close enough I might be able to make
the jump, so I grabbed a rope from the bow of the boat and
waited. The guy at the motor told me not
to, but hey, he was the one without a backup plan.
So I timed to swell, took a deepbreath, and jumped with
everything I had at the time. I was young, athletic, and just

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barely, barely made it. I landed on the dock, tied the
rope off, and pulled the boat in.
The people on board, they started cheering.
That feeling standing on that dock, having just saved
everyone, I felt like a total badass and honestly, I rode that
high the rest of the day. Story 35.
I'm a nurse and I've been working in a nursing home for

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over 2 years now. I've always worked the graveyard
shift. After seeing so many people pass
on my shift, I've gotten used todeath.
It doesn't scare me anymore. I've heard every ghost story
that runs through the facility at night and for the most part
I've learned to block the chillsout.
But there are times when you just can't.
One night we had a new admission, an elderly woman who
kept asking for pain medication.I was busy and didn't get to her

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right away. After her third request through,
the CNAI looked up and saw her standing outside her designated
room. I literally saw her standing in
the hallway. I pointed for her to go back
inside and she slowly turned andwent back into her room.
I ended up giving a Valium to the CNA and told her to give it
to the lady. Things were hectic and I didn't
check on her again for about twohours.

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When I finally did she was soundly asleep.
During morning report when the day nurse comes in and I go
home, I told her the lady had gotten APRN pain pill after
getting up. Later that day when I returned
for my shift, the nurse asked mewhy did you tell me she can
walk? I said because I saw her walking
last night. The nurse looked at me like I'd
lost it. She told me the woman is bed

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bound. She's a Hoyer lift transfer.
She hasn't walked in seven years.
I tried to replay what happened in my head, thinking maybe I'd
mistaken someone else for her, but nobody in that entire
hallway can walk. They all use wheelchairs.
To this day, I can't explain what I saw.
Story 36. A while back I developed chronic
muscle twitches. Nothing too dramatic, but enough

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to freak me out. So I booked an appointment with
a neuroscientist to make sure mybrain was fine.
I walk in expecting a normal consultation.
Instead, this licensed medical professional hits me with the
Twilight Zone. He tells me never get
vaccinated, avoid all gluten, unplug my TV at night. 5G towers
in the government are trying to control me.

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Oh, and he personally had his brain zapped by secret military
police in Virginia in 1972. Also, super intelligent beings
are watching the human race fromspace.
Meanwhile I'm sitting there like, Sir, I have muscle
twitches. I actually recorded the whole
conversation with my phone hidden in my shirt pocket just
to prove to myself later that I hadn't imagined it.

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The guy's got a PHDA license, a lab coat, and he's telling me
things that sound like a rejected X-Files script.
Part of me still likes to imagine maybe he is some hidden
genius and the rest of us just can't grasp his esoteric
knowledge, but honestly he came off like a total story. 37 I got
struck by lightning in my sleep once.

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Maybe. I was about 14 years old, asleep
in my room. In my dream, my sister, my
friend Sarah and I were playing in the woods behind our house.
Suddenly storm clouds rolled in and the sky turned dark.
Lightning began crashing all around us.
I yelled at my sister and Sarah to run back to the house.
It was about a mile away. We were sprinting as fast as we
could, leaping over rocks and dodging strikes.

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I could see my house ahead when all at once lightning hit me and
held me inside a beam of light. I was trapped in a shell of
electricity. It was painful.
I tried to pull myself out and then I woke up.
The overhead light in my room, which had been off when I went
to sleep, was now on. The outer shell that houses the
light bulbs was shattered. Glass was all over me in the
bed. I tried to get out of bed, but

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immediately collapsed to the floor, unable to get my legs
under me. Crawling into my sister's room,
terrified, I tried to wake her up but couldn't.
Eventually I fell asleep on the floor of her closet.
In the morning, I was fine. The glass was still shattered on
the bed and no one believed me. Story 38 I go to anime
conventions and back in 2007 I was at one in Austin, TX.

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At the time, some cosplayers would wear the same outfit all
weekend. By Saturday afternoon, let's
just say the smell could get intense.
Well, one guy apparently decidedhe was going to fix the problem.
He shows up dressed in camo holding 2 cans of cheap local
brand air freshener and he starts spraying cosplayers and
yelling take a shower. The first two people he sprayed

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just stood there stunned, Some panicked and ran.
I completely froze. Then he went after a young
woman, she ducked and he ended up spraying her directly in the
face, right in her eyes. She let out this blood curdling
scream. That's when security finally got
to him and hauled him off. The weirdest part?
About two years later I saw someone on a website talking

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about the incident. They were calling it an urban
legend, saying there's no way itever happened.
But Nope, I was there. I saw it happen with my own
eyes. Story 39 I have one story I've
pretty much stopped telling because nobody ever believes me.
About six years ago, on Halloween night, my best friend
and I were hanging out. Trick or treaters had gone home.

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The street was completely quiet.We were sitting in her driveway,
just looking at the stars, chatting a little, but mostly
silent. I had my head tilted up toward
the sky when she nudged me and whispered.
Look, she was pointing across the street.
At first I had trouble making out what she meant, but then I
saw it. It was a small cylindrical
light, floating about 10 feet above the asphalt.

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It wasn't stationary, but drifted slightly as if with the
breeze. It gave off a faint golden glow,
very pretty, almost like a glow stick in size and color.
We just watched it. She looked amazed.
I was scared out of my mind. Then it did a small circle in
the air and shot upward, disappearing Shortly after that.
Another floating light appeared,but this time it was a purplish
blue sphere about the size of a tennis ball.

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It was moving faster than the first one.
We watched as it pitched forwardand zoomed right past our heads
into her neighbor's side yard, which we could see from where we
were standing. The light it gave off reflected
off the neighbor's pale stucco wall, so even when we couldn't
see the object itself anymore, we could still see the glow.
Eventually it faded away completely, leaving me scared
out of my mind and her far more curious than I was comfortable

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with. I dragged her back inside before
we were abducted or something. It's the only truly unbelievable
thing that's ever happened to me.
Story 40 Back in high school me and a buddy used to roast each
other constantly. I was really good at it and one
time I told him you're so ugly you'd have to roofie yourself
just to masturbate. It was just a dumb joke at the
time. Fast forward a few years, we're

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at a bar hanging out with two women who were clearly into US.
Things are going well. They go to the bathroom and
that's when I see my buddy drop something into one of their
drinks. I realized immediately what he'd
done, and in that moment I had to think fast.
We were all drinking Sam Adams, so while he was distracted, I
managed to swap his drink with hers.
The women came back, he down thedrink, and I told him we'd be

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right back. I pulled the women aside,
explained everything, and we left.
No hookups, no second thoughts. It was just way too disturbing.
I never spoke to him again, but I'm still friends with those
women more than 20 years later. Story 41 When I was working
offshore in Southeast Asia I discovered a super power.
I am a God at haggling. The locals couldn't believe the

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prices I was getting. My Co workers would be in the
middle of bargaining and I'd step in like Nope, walk away.
To me it wasn't shopping anymore, it was war.
Pretty soon I got nominated headhaggler for the whole trip.
Everyone just gave me their shopping lists and I handled it
like a second job. I found a vendor I liked and we
got into a rhythm. Meet once a week, swap last

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week's counterfeit goods for cash, haggle over the new order,
then sit down for lunch together.
We even took turns paying. After a few weeks he invited me
to go party at his boss's club. Now everyone told me not to go.
The local Co workers said that'striad territory, you'll get
robbed or killed. My American Co workers thought
it'd be a kidnapping setup. Even our cab driver who we had

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on contract for all our trips was begging me not to.
So of course I went. It was straight out of a movie.
I walked down this narrow wet alley, knock on a door, say the
word, and suddenly I'm in a warehouse.
Suited guys everywhere, probablyarmed.
Long walk through, junk music pulsing in the distance and then
boom a full on club drinks rained down.

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As soon as I sat I got introduced to the boss, or maybe
the boss of bosses shook his hand.
He pointed at a spot and suddenly I was living like VIP.
I even met a Hong Kong celebrity, no idea who.
Forgot the name instantly, but when I showed the photos later
everyone freaked out. The band playing was a local
favorite, doing covers. They even gave me a signed CD of

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their original stuff. I danced, partied, had the night
of my life, and when I finally stumbled out to leave, my cab
driver was parked right there. Pretty sure he'd been waiting
all night in case I called just to make sure I got out alive.
Story 42 When I was little, I always treated my slightly older
cousin Kay like she was my sister.
I didn't have a sister, and Kay was the funniest, smartest

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person I knew. We'd been close for as long as I
could remember. Around the time I was 14, Kay
disappeared. My crazy aunt started rumors
about cults or an accidental pregnancy, but the truth was
that nobody really knew where she was.
Fast forward to me being almost 18, about to graduate high
school. One night I had a dream that
felt different. In the dream, my parents, who

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had been divorced for years, my brother and I, were walking
around Disney World. I was lagging behind, like I
always did at that age. I glanced at a little shop along
the street and there was Kay. I checked to make sure nobody
was watching and ran over to her, bombarding her with
questions. She just said, I'm working at
Disney in Orlando. Please let the family know I'm
safe. I gave her a weird look and ran

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back to my family. Then I woke up.
It felt like it had really happened.
I almost never remember my dreams, but I remembered every
detail of this one. A few months later, I turned 18
and graduated. I came home late from work one
night and my dad said they foundKay.
She's working at Disney in Orlando.
I was floored. I hadn't told a single person
about that dream. I've since talked to Kay about

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it and she said she'd been praying for God to send someone
a message at that exact time. But I'm an atheist.
I have a logical explanation foreverything except this.
To this day, I'm still baffled. Story 43 A couple weeks ago I
had two nightmares in a row. The first one seemed
insignificant at the time. Until the second night.
Night one. I'm sprinting full speed down an

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empty New York City St. No cars, no people, just me.
I turn my head and lock eyes with it.
About 6-3 glowing blood red eyes.
It's just standing there watching me run.
Then it grins, a huge toothy smile.
I look forward, take a left, andstop at a newspaper stand.
I glance back. Nothing.
I look down at the newspaper andwake up.
It felt random, meaningless. Night 2.

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This is where it gets real. The dream picks up exactly where
it left off. Me, standing at that newspaper
stand, staring down at the paper.
I don't remember what it said, but it wasn't important.
I look up. It's there, a few feet away now.
I can see it clearly. 6 foot 3, ragged ripped clothes, glowing
red eyes, long sharp claws, enormous razor teeth.

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Not just a man, completely blacklike a shadow, but solid.
It stares straight into my eyes and says in a low, demonic
voice, This is a nightmare. This is a nightmare, I yell
back. No, it's not a nightmare, it's a
dream, it answers. It's not a dream, it's a
nightmare. Those words echo in my head over
and over, louder, darker. I wake up, only the words,

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they're still going. A freezing sensation flows over
my body. I'm pinned to my bed.
I can't move a muscle. My eyes are wide open and I'm
freaking out. It's getting hard to breathe,
like something is choking me. My eyes dart around the room and
then they meet a pair of glowingblood red eyes, the outline of a
tall 6 foot 3 demonic creature. Suddenly everything stops.
I can move, it's over. I blink, my eyes seal shut.

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The freezing sensation floods mybody again.
I'm stuck. I can barely open my eyes but
when I do I see the shadow againin my room staring at me.
I try to cry out for my mom but nothing comes out.
Hopeless. Then finally my eyes open fully
and it stops. Everything stops.
I'm lying there with my eyes wide open, too scared to even
blink. I blink, nothing happens, it's

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over. And then I remembered.
When I was 7 or 8 I used to see the same thing staring at me at
night. I used to hear it walking around
my room. This is by far the creepiest and
most unexplained thing that's ever happened to me.
Story 44. Last summer I had a very strange
experience on a camping trip in a National Forest in Colorado.

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It wasn't an official campground, but there were about
six groups of campers along the edge of the forest, all within
about 1000 feet of our site. All of the other campers had
guns with them and had been shooting all day long.
We didn't bring any. About 15 of us, all between 18
and 25, were sitting around a campfire late at night, drinking
heavily. Some of the group had done some

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drugs. We started telling ghost
stories. Childish, maybe, but older kids
tell scarier ones, and by 3:00 AM, we were already freaked out.
That's when we heard a pack of coyotes howling far off in the
distance. In Colorado, that's normal,
usually right after they've killed a rabbit or something, so
we didn't think much of it. About 10 minutes later, the
coyotes howled again, closer this time.

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And immediately afterward, we heard about a solid minute of
rapid gunfire. We started to panic.
It was 3:00 AM. Where the other people shooting
at the coyotes. Another 10 minutes went by the
howling again, this time even closer.
Then more gunshots. It felt like the coyotes were
moving from camp to camp and theshooting was following them.
We couldn't see any of the othercampsites since they were all

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tucked in the forest. But after this happened, a few
more times howling, then gunshots, each time closer.
We decided to run and hide inside the camper.
In our drunken state we left outall our burgers, brats, s'mores,
and beer. We all passed out pretty soon
and nobody heard anything else that night.
The next morning our entire campsite was trashed, all the
food was gone, some of the chairs were torn, the trailer

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had a flat tire. The worst part is still not
knowing whether we were actuallyin danger or if the whole thing
was alcohol and drug induced paranoia.
Story 45. This happened a few years ago,
maybe four or five. I was home alone with just my
dog sitting in the living room watching Lost.
Suddenly I heard the back door open and then close in the
kitchen. My dog lifted her head and

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stared into the hallway. From where I was sitting,
neither of us could see into thekitchen.
I paused Lost and called out. Hey, who's home?
No reply. Then I heard footsteps moving
toward the living room, stoppingjust outside the hall.
I got up slowly, poked my head around the corner.
Nobody was there. Friends and family had always
told me about other creepy things that happened to them in

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that house. Here are some of them.
My aunt was once sleeping in thebasement living room when she
woke up, opened her eyes and screamed.
She claimed she saw a child sitting on her chest, staring
into her eyes. She shut her eyes and when she
opened them again the child was gone.
Another time I had several friends over in that same
basement room. Everyone passed out wherever
they could, several people on the floor.

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One of my friends said he was lying there trying to sleep when
he heard the door open and smallfootsteps running toward him.
He looked up, nothing. My mom has weird stories too.
She says she woke up 1 morning and saw an old woman sitting at
the end of her bed talking to herself.
I have more but I'll share just two from my mom.
Years ago, a friend of hers was spending the night in the room

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she and my aunt shared. Their grandmother used to sleep
in that room when she stayed over, but she had died several
years before. That night, her friend woke up
and saw an old woman standing atthe foot of the bed staring at
her. She screamed and woke my mom.
When she described the woman, mymom showed her a picture of
their grandmother. It was her.
Another time, when my mom was about 11, she walked in the back

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door and started going down the stairs.
At the bottom was an old man, all dressed in black black with
a Black Hat and white hair, juststanding there staring at her.
She ran upstairs to get someone.When they came back, he was
gone, but there was a big white arrow drawn on the wall behind
where he had been pointing to the haunted side of the
basement. A few months later, she was in
church with her family. The seat behind her was empty.

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During the sign of peace, she turned around.
The same old man, dressed exactly the same was behind her.
He put out his hand. She shook it.
It was cold as ice. When she turned around again, he
was gone. Her brother, my uncle, once saw
a little girl in an old fashioned sweater standing in
the upstairs hall. He tried to talk to her, but she
just stood there and stared. We've all seen or heard things

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in that house, and no one in thefamily can explain them.
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