I always put my keys in the exact same spot after I get home from work; no matter what, they always go in the dish in my living room. One day last August I had been home from work for a few hours and was cooking dinner when the thought of “where are your keys” for stuck in my head. I looked around the corner, sure as shit I was going to see my keys in the dish, but there were no keys. I looked around the surrounding area and expanded my search to my purse, jacket, bedroom only to turn up empty. I drove home from work and let myself in with my keys, I was home alone and my roommates had been out of town for a few days at that point, so I knew I had them and I knew no one would have moved them. I flipped my house upside down, searching for about 4 hours before I half heartedly shook my heaviest winter coat hanging in the back of my closet... I found them zipped up in the inside pocket of that coat I hadn’t worn since mid-February at the latest.
Everyone always brushes off the story as I must have moved them and forgot about it, but that makes no sense to me. I have absolutely no clue how they got there and I really only have 4 possible explanations: paranormal activity, glitch in the matrix, I blacked out and moved them for whatever reason, or there was someone in my house and that was the only thing they did.
Long story short my dads friend was homeless and my dad was letting him sleep on the couch. I never thought anything about it but I would go to my room with towel on but I’d usually pass by him on the couch, this would become a much bigger deal in the future. This guy kept going on about his daughters and how he wanted me to meet them, they where a couple years older (14-16) but being a young kid I figured I’d just meet new friends. He lived with us for a couple months, until one day while walking to school he calls me from across the street. I lived probably 1.5 km from my house but a straight shot and a pretty busy road. He ended up luring me into the house saying his daughters lived there and they wanted to meet me. He literally gave me a tour of this house, but I kept asking him questions like where they were and who was their mom. He eluded that they where showering in the basement, instantly I felt a bad vibe and just sat on the couch in the living room, refusing to go into the basement. I started panicking because I could see the time and knew I was late for school. At this point he brings up that he thinks I’m coming on to him because I walk past him in my towel, I was so thrown by It just said no and told him I had to go. He asked for a hug and rub my thigh in a sexual way, I literally ran out the door. I was raised very old school and was so scared to get into trouble I literally went back to school, when I went home I told my parents not realizing how big of a situation it was and they called the police. I came to find out that wasn’t even his daughters house, he literally broke into a house on my way to school to lure me into.
Even though the police where involved and the guy literally left everything at parents and never came back years later my parents befriend his brother and eventually him again, and his brother kept denying that it ever happened and my parents started question it too. LMAO
So I don't know if this fits. But one night, as a kid, I had a dream that my friends and I would go find crayfmfish (no big deal). In that dream we found crayfish carried them in buckets. We did this often. But in the dream my cousin slipped on the rocks and hurt his arm. And I woke up. The next week we all went out and my cousin slipped on the rocks and broke his arm. It freaked me out for months.
I was at the pools with my family and inhaled a lot of water on accident. I couldn't breathe and I couldn't cough it out. Panicked and went to my sister to signal I was choking, and she thought I was being an idiot. I remember her looking at me and saying "ew, stop being a d**khead" or something along those lines.
Went to my little brother and he realised I wanted him to whack me hard in the back, coughed up all the water. Sister still doesn't believe me that she basically called me dying "cringey".
Back in the 90s I was on the track team in high school. After school we would run 5+ miles down the dirt road just on the outskirts of town because it was near the school. Around that time there had been reports of a man in a white pickup that tried to kidnap a couple of girls walking home from school in our town.
I wasn't feeling well one day and fell behind my team mates during one of our after school runs. I'm running alone along this quiet dirt road when a white pickup slows down next to me. The guy started up with some friendly chit chat about the weather and stuff. I was terrified but tried my best to appear calm and unsuspecting, all the while trying to plan my escape. He started asking me my name (I gave a fake one), age, where I lived, etc., and asked which way I was heading. I lied and told him I was going to head right at the turn up ahead and run a few more miles that way. The turn was actually the turn around point and then I would head back the way I came. He bid me a good day and drove on up ahead and turned right, where I told him I was heading. As soon as he disappeared around the corner, I turned around and ran faster than I ever had in my life. It was probably a good two miles back to the school. I kept looking behind me in case he came back that way in which case I would run into the woods and hide until he passed. Thankfully, he never did come back that way. I always wonder if he was waiting somewhere along that false route to approach me again.
I made it back and told my team mates about it and they didn't believe me! They didn't exactly call me a liar, but I could tell they thought I was making it up, maybe because we had been talking earlier about hearing it in the local news. I caught a couple of them exchanging looks, and others barely responded at all. The more I tried to convince them, the more I sounded like I was clinging to a lie. I just dropped it and resigned to be thought a liar. Still pisses me off that nobody believed me. My coach didn't even seem to believe me, he just kind of shrugged it off. I should have told the police about it, but I was so ruffled about not being believed that I just let the whole thing go.
This one time the power went out, I was still trying to calm down to stop being afraid of the dark and I could've sworn I saw bright red eyes in the dark, so I got my parents to check it out, but nothing was there. I was so salty after that day good christ
When I was around the ages 4 and 5 I would constantly see weird things in my bedroom at night. There would often be shadows on the wall talking to each other. It happened so often that I just took them to be normal occurrences. I saw all sorts of weird things at night but the shadows were one of the things I saw most often.
One night in particular I was dreaming about being in a large landscape of rolling green hills. Dotting the hills were odd buffalo type creatures. Something seemed off about them. They seemed unnatural, evil, and slightly monstrous. I started to get scared and woke up. Laying in my bed, I turned over and saw a horned shadow figure on the wall directly above my door. I tried to ignore it and flipped back over. I could feel it watching me and kept flipping back hoping it would be gone but it was always there. It was staring and smiling. After a while I couldn't take it anymore so I started yelling for my mom. As soon as she came in it vanished.
I have no good way to explain the things that I saw as a child. There seemed to often times be a blurring between my dreaming state and awakened state so I may have just had a very active and odd imagination to the point where I was truly hallucinating on a regular basis. When I was about six years old I had had enough of the crap so I remember opening the front door of our house and screaming "Get out!" to everything that was bothering me. Thats when my nights began to become more normal and I eventually never had any more problems with them.
I have many stories because I do cleansings for people and dabble in pagan practices. They all can be pretty wild, but the one most people have the hardest time understanding was witnessed by myself, mother, and sister. This occurred when I was 8, so 1998, small town in Alabama. My family had bought this house on the lake. A real haunted shitfest, but hind sight, yah know? Literally the second day of moving in, we experienced something. Also, this took place well before any dive into the occult. My family was nondenominational Christian.
The house was 6 bedrooms, 4 baths, top and basement layout. We all had our rooms on the top floor. My room and my parents' room were the furthest down the hall. My sister was near the beginning, right across from the bathroom. So the hall wasn't super long, but my sister who had decided to put like 14 to 15 family portraits up on the walls. They varied in size and weight.
Now, our mom was in the living room, which is what the hall opened to. So, not far and certainly in sight of one another. Dad was gone, probably work or something. I was in my room putting up posters. Nothing out of the ordinary and it was mid-day.
When my sister finished putting the pictures up, she came to get me to show me. She was proud of her work. We were right outside my room talking when we suddenly felt super uneasy. The atmosphere had changed. I didn't understand it at the time, but it was just heavy and difficult to think straight and breathe. Needless to say, our conversation halted. Even my mom felt it and stopped unpacking things. She turned to look at us.
All of a sudden, we felt and heard this worship of wind go from my parents' room right in front of us, down the hall. All of those fucking pictures levitated off the wall and floated midair, resting in a horizontal position, parallel to the ground. We screamed and ran to our mom. We were hysterical as you can imagine.
Mom said she was scared, but she had to be momma bear and protect her babies. She said firmly, "Stop! You are scaring my children!" She also told it to leave because it was not welcome here.
Now this part, I didn't see because my face was buried into my mom's side as I was crying. She said, the pictures all floated down and came to rest in their original spot. The ceiling seemed to just raise and become far away suddenly. My sister saw this too. I have no idea how else to explain it. They only ever described it this way. But, the house became normal and still again like nothing had ever happened.
My dad never believed it, despite all 3 of us experiencing that. Honestly, that was the most tame thing we experienced in the house. 7 years of hell we endured there.
I was playing outside by myself and a truck kept driving down the streets.I got uncomfortable and started to walk home,they followed,I stopped,they stopped,I ran,they drove faster.I started sprinting home and when I came near other people they turned around and drove away.When I arrived home I told my mom and dad.No body believed me.It’s been 5 years and I’m still shocked
I got stuck in a dream for what seemed like days. It was like an eternal now that I'd been in forever, but somehow I was completely aware I was dreaming. There were people I've never seen but i knew them well and they knew me. I tried to exclaim I was dreaming and it's not real, trying hard to wake up. It was all taking place in a house I'd never been in. So much I could write but I'll keep it short. It was horrifying and I felt a primal fear based on thinking I'd never see anyone I knew/loved when I was awake. It was like sleep paralysis, but no ghouls, dark figures, or gaunt faces, just raw fear. It's like my consciousness was picking up a different channel and I wanted to get back to mine desperately.
I was 20 at the time, and was helping my girlfriend move from Alabama to Los Angeles. Because she had all her belongings and her car, we decided to drive. At that time, she had a suspended license so I was the one who was forced to drive the whole way. Because I didn’t want to get any speeding tickets, I brought my radar detector from home to take with us on the drive.
Now it was the second day of our trip, and we had recently crossed into New Mexico. At the time, it was already well past sunset, so most of my drive that day was spent on the I-10 at night... I remember stopping that night really late at around 11 or 12 at a rest stop in Gage, NM. The only thing there was a small area with many identical concrete structures covering picnic tables... As we were pulling in, the radar detector started going haywire, showing codes for multiple different bands including X, KA, and Laser, all at once.
I turned the radar detector off - not really thinking much of it at the time - and pulled into a picnic area near the back. From what I remember, I was going to eat a snack or something to tide me over, and as I was grabbing the food from the middle row, I heard a low rumble/squeak, as if someone was rubbing their palm along the side of the car. As I was grabbing some items from a bag in my lap, my girlfriend at the time grabbed my arm with the most intense grip and fear and just started saying, “We gotta go, we gotta go,” with increasing panic.
I’ll never forget what I saw to be honest. In her side mirror, there was a large, rough silhouette leaning against the car just past the back door. Even from a glance, I could tell that the figure had to be much taller than the SUV, as it looked a bit hunched over. Seeing this, I immediately started to panic, as I was not sure if this was a person, animal, or whatever. As I was fumbling for the keys in the cupholder, I glanced in my side mirror and saw the same exact figure, motionless against the side of the car. A few seconds later, I started the car and punched it out of there. Where our car was parked, there was nothing visible from the light coming from the picnic awning.
I’m not a huge believer in paranormal stuff, but this was an experience that I would 100% call my only real paranormal encounter...
We were driving home late in heavy snow and saw a beautiful white pony or horse. My partner was worried about it being out on the road so we pulled over and I stepped out of the car to try shoo it back to its farm. It only took us a moment to pull over, and yet, by then the white horse had completely disappeared.
When I was 7 or 8 I just got done watching an episode of FBI's Most Wanted, then went out onto the front porch to blow some bubbles. As I was doing this, I saw a guy run out of the neighbor's house and hide behind some bushes with a gun. Then I realize I hear police sirens getting closer, before they suddenly stop before they get to my street. The guy looks over at me, makes the "shush" gesture, then runs across our lawn to the other neighbor's yard. To this day, and I swear to god this is true, I recognized his face as one of the guys on America's Most Wanted. Don't remember who, as far as I know the cops didn't find him, and no one in my family believes that it happened. I was frozen in fear/shock until he ran out of my sight, at which point I ran back inside and told my parents what I saw. I don't blame them for not believing me, but at the very least, I did see a wanted criminal run across our yard that day.
An out of body experience which I hope is never repeated. Almost crapped myself in fear. I was about 11 (maybe younger, hard to remember), and was sick at school, in the nurses station (called a sick room at my school). Laying on the camp bed, feeling just generally weird, looking out the very tall thin windows that are typical of Victorian schools in the UK. Then I felt this strange, I can only call it a juke to the side, but mentally and I saw myself outside the window, looking in, and at the same time I was looking out from the bed through the window at myself.. floating outside.
Apparently I yelled but I don't remember that part. Then the nurse called my mum to pick me up and I went home. I think I slept the rest of the day but I have no clear memories of that part.