30 Unexplainable Situations That Happened In Broad Daylight And Caught People Off Guard, As Shared By Folks Online

I believe there is a name for this phenomena, but I would never know how to go about googling such a thing. But this was around 2013 or so, and I was having a smoke in front of my apartment on the front steps in the middle of the day— around noon or so. I got up to head back, and just for a few fleeting seconds while looking at the building, it looked totally unfamiliar. I knew I lived there, I knew it was my home, I knew I had just stepped outside only five minutes previously, but my brain was giving me some kind of indication that I had never seen this place before and that there was danger inherent. I just kind of violently wagged my head back and forth— like an aggressive “no” gesture— and was immediately back to normal. But I’ll never forget that moment, it was like my concept of reality had very momentarily just cracked.

My dad, brother, and I went to a movie theater one day in Florida, was around 4ish, so it was getting darker but still light out. We went up to the front where you buy tickets and when we looked around there was absolutely no one in the movie theater at all, no employees, no other guests. We simply walked in, looking all around to try to find anyone we could to purchase a movie ticket, but could find no one else. All the movies in each of the theaters we checked were running but with no one else inside. So we just sat down and watched a movie, then left without seeing anyone else the whole time, it was very surreal.

When I was young me and my cousins found a bloody shirt in our woods. My cousins and their parents hunted so we thought maybe it was from that. But then we found a ziploc bag with shoes and shorts, all had to be from an extremely petite woman or an older kid. When we told our uncle about it, we got punished and weren’t allowed to talk about it. I don’t speak to them anymore but really makes you wonder.

When I was a teenager, I was at a friends house when his parents and family were not home.

I was on his back porch tying my shoes then I went back into his house.

Tying my shoes, a 20 second action. NO! I walk inside and his entire family is back home and they’re sitting at the kitchen table eating dinner and they ask me what I am doing here?! They’re staring at me like I am crazy and asking why I just walked into their house.

I ask for the time, they tell me it is 6:30 PM. I lost an entire hour doing a 20 second action.

To this day I still have no clue what happened or where the time went.

2008 mountain bike race in The mid-west. It was 100 degrees that day. Almost no oxygen on the woods. It was a hot day.

Three of us were well ahead of the pack. We were about to lap another racer when he just rode off the trail and down a steep ravine. All three of us stopped. The ravine was steep and very deep. We found his bike half way down. We never found the racer. They sent search party and found nothing. To this day he’s never been found.

I saw a zombie.

Naked man, ashy dirty skin, eyes rolled up in his head, stiff limbs sort of lurching through traffic in Jamaica.

I was working in Kingston Jamaica at the time in the late 80's. I asked my Jamaican crew and they said yes it was a "zombie", but it is a drug not magic. They said people do this to people for revenge.

A few weeks later I saw another one. An old woman this time.

My father and I are window cleaners. We were doing a vacant home from the "roaring 20s" Era, and I mean giant chandelier with the wrap around spiral staircase checker board flooring with the fancy carved golden trim. I could write paragraphs on this home; it was big, bold, and beautiful. Well, my father is upstairs doing master bedroom windows listening to music through a speaker (once again vacant home). It's something from the '70s and I am coming upstairs when the sun through a window hits the chandelier and I am momentarily blinded, like flashbang stunned for just a second when I recover there is no more music and the whole house feels different like it almost the same but there is some small thing that I would never notice that has changed. I asked my dad if he was listening to music, and he told me " no but that's a great idea" and started playing some music from his phone. It is the same song I was hearing when coming up the stairs but from the beginning. There is this small part of me that is convinced that when I am on my death bed I will look out the window and see the thing I know is off and realize I am in a different world then I was when going up those stairs. Also my father doesn't remember the house.

When I was 4 and my brother was 10, he stayed home from school and my mom left him to babysit me. She left numbers on the fridge and stuff and off to work. I don’t know how much longer after she left it happened but we heard our dog barking viciously which was completely out of character for her. At this point my brother and I are in the kitchen waiting for our biscuits in the oven and the sound of Fluffy barking gets incredibly louder which meant she was in the front lawn around the side of the kitchen entrance. The gate that lead to the back was a little further down the side of the house and whoever was outside was in the gap in between out of Fluffy’s reach. My brother opens the kitchen curtains to see if he could get a view as to what’s going on. Right as he opened the curtains there was a man looking right down at us, almost like he expected my brother to open the curtains. The doorknob began to rattle and my brother ran to the living room and grabbed the phone, taking me with him. As soon as he got on the phone, the rattle stopped. My mom came home and at the same time the police showed up for a statement. They never found the guy.

My brother remembers it as vividly as I do and it’s the creepiest thing I’ve ever lived through

When I was a little girl, I was playing in my room one morning with my sister. I looked out my window and saw a man staring in at us. I told my sister to leave my room and ran to get my father. He didn't believe me and thought I was crazy.

Needless to say, I had an awful hard time sleeping that night.

Throughout my childhood, I'd hear what sounded like footsteps outside at night, or my parent's car doors opening long after they had went to sleep.

Several years later, I looked at our house on Google maps. I always assumed we lived by ourselves in the woods, far from anyone else. It turns out there was a small house that looked like it was being lived in only a few hundred yards in the woods from us.

My family was less skeptical of my "crazy stories" after I showed them that.

Something that happened to me rather than saw, I was about four and I was waiting for my dad and uncle (they're up at our apartment) down on the street and some dude (don't even think I looked at his face) came and told me my dad was waiting for me on another street, I just said no he's not and he legit grabbed my arm and said come on he told me to come get you. I f*****g let out the most blood curdling scream you ever heard and kept yelling for my dad as loud as I could and he stopped grabbing me and ran. I shudder to think what would have happened if he didn't...

I used to live on a farm and one morning there was a full horse leg on our driveway. Like still had part of the hip attached and was fresh. We sprinted down to our horse paddock to find all our horses completely fine. We disposed of the leg and never got an explanation! Very creepy!

Ps. This happened in Canberra, Australia so there’s no mountain lions or bears around here

I was driving through an empty park in broad daylight, made a u-turn, and suddenly people everywhere, walking their dogs, riding bikes, a kid skating in a spot that I would have had to actively avoid him, joggers… like ~30 people spawned while I was turned away for what was probably ~4 seconds. I did a lot of thinking that night. Who was “real”? Am I “real”? Is my family real? I try not to think about it too much, really.

It was 1984, I was 15 years old and was alone at my older sister's house. It was late morning, I had just got out of the shower, still wrapped in a towel when I heard a noise outside. I looked out a window and watched a complete stranger tying the doorknob of the main entrance to the railing of the deck with a rope I used to walk the dog with. He then leaned a mop, that was on the deck, against the door. I called my sister, told her what happened, got dressed, got the heck out of the house through a different door and hid in the bushes until police arrived. The house was somewhat remote with no close neighbors. Found out later the door he tied up was unlocked! No clue how long he had been lurking around before I knew of his presence.

To this day we have no idea who that was and what his motives were.. beyond creepy definitely unexplained.

Creepy but explainable. My dad is a paramedic, and one call took him to an SUV that had driven into the river and was being towed out. The car was obviously not working and the two guys inside had already passed away. As they're pulling the dead guys out of the car, suddenly all the lights flash on, the windshield wipers start going on full speed, and the car starts blaring the radio at max volume. Freaked everyone right out.

Back on Jan 28, 1986 the space shuttle Challenger exploded. My family was watching the live launch coverage as it happened. At the same time we heard a loud sound from my room. We went to see what the sound was and a poster of a space shuttle we had fell off the wall.

I was maybe 14-15 years old and I would frequently sleep on the couch in our living room. We lived in a typical suburban colonial where the couch faced the front door. Since I could remember, we NEVER locked our doors, as we lived in a pretty decent city.

I remember one night I was still awake at 3-4am listening to music, when I saw a car quickly pull up our driveway. I then saw a very skinny, tall man open our front door, stand in the hallway for 20-30 seconds facing my direction, then leave the house and drive away quickly.

I remember telling my parents and entire family this in the morning, and they did not believe me. My dad insisted it was him, as he’d leave for work in the early hours of the morning. I know I was young, but I also know that was NOT my dad, as my dad was stockier and shorter than this man.

Freaks me out to this day to think what this man was going to do.

Cruzar en un cruce muy concurrido y ver a mi doble perfecto caminando hacia mí. Nos quedamos mirando hasta que nos cruzamos. Una total mente de mierda. Aún más perturbador. En lugar de detenerme a charlar y divertirme con toda la coincidencia biológica. Mi reacción subconsciente inmediata fue un aumento masivo de la rabia interna de que alguien, de alguna manera, había "robado mi cara". Muy, muy raro.

I was walking past a church one day when I was about 15 and standing in front of one of the graves was a cowboy dressed head to toe in pure white. He looked straight out of a movie. His hat, shirt, waistcoat, trousers and boots were all so white, like an incredibly clean white as if he’d only just put them on. He was white, had short brown hair, stubble and was an average looking guy. I kept staring at him, blinked and then he was just f*****g gone. I live in the UK so it was weird to see anyone resembling a cowboy anyway. I don’t know if it was my mind playing tricks on me but I could swear he was there. He looked so real.

My high-school girlfriend and her family all talked about the ghost in their house and always said that it sounded like a man wearing boots walking down the hallway. We were all very close and one day when they weren't home I just walked in and went to my g/fs room and laid on her bed while I waited for them to get back. A man in boots walked slowly right down the hall and right past the door to g/fs room where I was laying. I did the next logical thing thing and just climbed out of her bedroom window. They showed up a few minutes later and asked why i was just standing around in the front yard and why I hadn't just gone in. I told them that I heard the ghost and climbed out of the window to escape. They laughed their freaking heads off. Broad daylight totally creepy and very unexplained

A man with freshly exposed bone on his arm and missing a substantial amount of skin and muscle walked up to me in a parking lot asking me calmly for cigarettes. It really freaked me out, and told him I was calling 911 for him. He immediately ran off and I gave his description to 911. There wasn't much blood but the guy clearly needed immediate medical attention. This was in San Jose on an afternoon about 5-6 years ago. Still have that image giving me nightmares to this day.