Weird things happen every day.

That said, about 99% of those events can, with enough consideration and time and space, be explained by logic and common sense.

The 1% of the time they can’t are where the fears of the paranormal, of roaming ghosts, of invisible hands, and other things that go bump in the night live – and these 14 people with some seriously strange stories.

14. Well that sounds terrible.

I had a sleep paralysis nightmare when I was a kid, where I saw a red-eyed dark figure standing in the doorway. It’s always stuck with me, and I’ve called him the boogeyman ever since.

One day I was browsing Reddit and somebody painted a picture of their “sleep paralysis demon”. It was like the guy had painted my exact dream. And then a bunch of people commented that they had seen the same creature.

It always makes me uneasy to think about.

13. That’s definitely unique.

When I was younger, in elementary school, I used to have the same dream every weekend starting on Saturday (when I would go to sleep) and then waking up in the middle of the night (on Sunday) and throwing up.

The dream was always a bunch of numbers. Not even anything happening just a bunch of random jumbled up numbers all over the place. I never understood why that happened where the same dream would happen on the same night every week and I would throw up every single time.

I always think about it and wonder what it was or if it was just some weird coincidence. Also I would not have any signs of being sick before or after. Maybe someone else has experienced this???

12. Out of the blue.

Both of my lungs collapsed at the same time (almost over 50% collapsed) and I was walking around like I was perfectly normal. Until I decided to go to the ER for bubble sounds in my chest. None of the doctors could figure out why this had happened to me. They didn’t know how I was just up and walking around and laughing

1. I am a 5’7” thin woman. I have heard it is very common in tall and thin men. 2. Yes, it was bilateral pneumothorax, Dr. just couldn’t figure why it happened. 3. I ended up having four more spontaneous pneumothorax within the span of two years. I am still a mystery in that hospital 4. I was aged 19-21 when this was happening. 26 years old now. 5.

They did pleurodesis procedure to get it to stop happening.

Hasn’t happened since.

11. A past life.

I have a vivid memory of being at the Statue of Liberty as a child, on my dad’s shoulders, seeing the skyline of NYC. I remember what we ate for lunch that day, etc. I remember the ferry we took. I’ve always thought about this memory and talked about it, but my family denies I ever went to NYC.

I didn’t go for the first time until I was 23, but strangely enough, when I went, I remembered everything just how it had been when I was there with my dad.

10. Like it was nothing.

When I was in college, a drunk dude fell from a 3rd floor balcony and got up and walked away like it was nothing.

Seriously one of the weirdest/freakish things I’ve ever seen in my life.

9. Maybe it was the cat?

 in my teenage years I lived in a townhome owned by my then-stepdad who freely admitted he thought the place was haunted. He was self employed as a sound equipment installer and often would come and go during the day & my mom worked 9-5 at a law firm. It was summer break, but I wasn’t driving yet. I spent a lot of time outside and this was before the time everyone had a cell phone, so I’d often take our cordless home phone outside with me. I went outside one day, and realized I’d forgotten the phone. When I tried to go back inside to get it, the door was locked. Not the handle – which I may have written off as something I accidentally did on my way out – the deadbolt. The handle freely turned but the deadbolt was engaged. The deadbolt that requires a key to lock from the outside, which I did not have.

I stood there dumbfounded for a few minutes. Nobody else was home, & the only other entrance to the house was a set of sliding doors in the basement that were always locked. What the fuck just happened. I kept trying to open it like an idiot for a while before finally resigning myself to borrowing the neighbors phone & calling my stepdad. He was in town & after asking me if i was sure 1,000 times, came by to unlock the door. I’ll never forget him saying “yep, the deadbolt was completely thrown. I can’t explain that.” I spent the rest of the afternoon inside, trying to recreate the situation. I slammed the door shut so many times in an attempt to get the deadbolt to wobble and lock itself. But it never did, & honestly I didn’t expect it to.

8. Better safe than sorry.

On Reddit one night, I read that thread where the OP hallucinated weird stuff until a commenter suggested that he check for a carbon monoxide leak. The commenter probably saved his life. I went to bed thinking, “Oh yeah, I never did check whether my new house’s smoke alarms also detect carbon monoxide. I need to check that out in the morning.”

At maybe 6 AM, my wife and I awoke to our fire alarms screeching, with a recorded voice telling us carbon monoxide was detected. We grabbed the baby and the dog, piled into our car in the driveway, and called the fire department to check it out. After they tested, they told us no carbon monoxide was detected, but sometimes fire alarms behave unexpectedly when their batteries are low.

This was maybe 5 years after moving into a house that’s new construction, so yes, I was super delinquent in checking it. It wasn’t even the first time I’d read that story on Reddit. Anyway, there is absolutely a logical explanation: an improbable but possible coincidence. But that’s how I ended up spending huge piles of money on a bunch of Nest Protect units, so I could at least get a pleasant phone notification when my alarms’ batteries are low.

7. They didn’t believe her.

This afternoon I had about 30 minutes between class and practice and I drove home to get a snack. When I got there, my mom was at work & my stepdads van was gone so I assumed he was gone as well. The door was locked. Now when you walk into this home, right in front of you to the left is the kitchen, the right is my bedroom, & the middle has a staircase going downstairs. I unlocked the door, came inside, and turned into the kitchen with my back to the staircase. As I was making a sandwich, I heard someone downstairs. I turned back around & the staircase door was open, stairwell light was on, & someone was clearly downstairs.

At the time I thought “wasn’t that door closed when I got here?” but I also rationalized, because my stepdads van was a cargo van & it wasn’t uncommon for someone to borrow it to haul things. So I assumed he was home, his van was borrowed, & I went to the top of the stairs. I stood there, looking down the stairs, eating my sandwich & I almost said something. It was almost out of my mouth, but something stopped me. I still don’t know why I didn’t yell HI JAY down the stairs. Instead I turned around & left, and I left the door unlocked because he was home, right??

When I got back from practice my mom was mad at me because Jay said he came home around 5pm to an unlocked house. He had a lot of expensive equipment in the basement. I was always to lock the door. I tried telling her what I’d seen. He was home at 4. She said he wasn’t. I swore he was. Something was home. My brother believed me, but my mom never did.

6. Who was he?

My dad owned a small garden shop, so I’d stay behind the checkout after school till the shop closed. This was until I see a tall man wearing all black, like a trench coat, walking past my dad and smiling at me before going into a staff only area.

I jump up to stop him, even though I was 7. This back area filled with new shipments. I turn the corner but nobody is there. There was nowhere he could’ve gone.

I ask my dad to check the CCTV after closing, but it’s only shown me jumping up and running, and running out of frame. Weird stuff, never felt comfortable there again.

5. There was ice in her veins.

I lived in a shitty trailer in my early 20s when I was poor with 2 young kids. It had 2 bedrooms, which I’d given to the kids, & I slept on the couch in the living room which was in direct line of sight to the front door. I put the kids to bed around 9pm, and I always locked the door. Always. I still to this day clearly remember locking both the handle & deadbolt & checking to make sure it was fully locked before taking a shower. Eventually I fell asleep. I woke up suddenly around 3am on high alert. As my eyes cleared & I started thinking sensibly… I realized I was staring into the street. My front door was wide open. Not like oh it’s a little open or cracked or I didn’t quite close it all the way and a strong wind came along… it was fully open. Like 90 degree angle here. Plus I had a glass storm door that was fully closed and latched, blocking any wind we might have had, which we didn’t have anyways.

I got up & walked to the door to close it, and that’s when I lost my shit. Y’all. The deadbolt was still in the locked position. It was fully turned to lock, sticking out into the living room air for god and everyone to see. You ever have those moments where you swear there’s ice in your veins? That was it for me. I’ve never been scared like that in my life. In a closed door, you can’t even turn the deadbolt to “fully locked” without it being lined up in the door jamb properly. I knew I’d locked that door. And yet here it was, staring me in the face. I didn’t sleep without the lights on for a week.

4. The sound was so real.

One time when I was little I had a similar experience.

I had fallen asleep on the couch and woke up in the middle of the night, when I got up to go to the kitchen I saw a black silhouette of a woman with a bun and glasses and she went into the kitchen and I heard all of pans fall, i rush into the kitchen no one is there and everything is in its place.

I know I could’ve imagined the figure but I can not explain the sound of the crashing pans and no one else heard it they were all asleep.

3. It was the lady.

My girlfriend got out of the shower and called me into the bathroom to show me the mirror. There was a very strange, distinct handprint placed on the mirror.

I lived alone and she was the only adult that had been to my house in about two years. We each placed our handprints on the sides of the mystery handprint for reference and neither look anything like the mystery print. I still have no idea how it got there.

• I’ve lived in this house for over a decade.
• The mirror isn’t newly installed.
• The mirror is cleaned pretty regularly.
• I’ve taken many showers and fogged up the mirror and have never seen it.

Not the person I bought the house from but the previous owner, she died in this house.

I was watching my neighbor’s 5 year old kid a few years prior to this and she was eating at the kitchen table. She asked me “Who was that lady that just went up stairs?” There was no lady or any other person in the house.

2. Weirdness usually reserved for twins!

I turned to the other person in the room, who I barely knew, and said “My sister is getting engaged right now,” without having the intent of speaking at all.

He politely asked why I said that, and I had to shake my head and say “I don’t know.”

A few days later I found up that, sure enough, ah that exact moment on the far side of the world, she had said “yes” to Mr. Right.

I hadn’t even known she was dating.

1. He made it happen with his mind.

When I was in primary school (like year 1-2) ;in the cafeteria there was all these cups filled with milk every lunch. Red, green, blue BUT ..only one yellow cup. Everyone would fight to get the yellow cup like it was the holy grail and it had been this way for years.

One night I had a dream that the cafeteria had gotten more yellow cups in, and low and behold the next day…

Hundreds of yellow cups.

I do not like any of these, not even the innocuous ones. I like answers!

If you’ve got a story that would fit on this list, please tell it to us in the comments!

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