45 Disappearances, Weird Coincidences, And Other Mysteries Shared By People Who Experienced Them

There's a fuzzy rope or snake that follows me everywhere. I try and try to catch it but I never can. One time I did catch it and I think it bit me because it hurt and I yelped and mom and dad laughed at me for it.

Also, in the bedroom, there's a window with another dog in it and he copies me and it's so frustrating. The a*****e won't even come into the room, even if I bark at him.

Where did all of my serotonin go and how do I get it back.

Who the lady that birthed me was. I was found in a dumpster, premature, and had been left to die. I really don't have any deep urge to find her or anything. A while back I got 23andme, and ended up finding first cousins! The lady who birthed me would have been their aunt.

I reached out to them, and they're both very nice. However we left it at pleasant hellos and small exchanges about ourselves. See, they have 7 aunts. One of them is her. From what I've been told they're all a happy family, and I may even have half siblings.

But I'll never know why I couldn't have been left somewhere safer. To me it's not worth dragging that skeleton out of the closet or potentially getting someone in legal trouble. I'm glad she's doing ok.

I grew up in a happy loving family that has my back, so I made out well enough. :).

Where did my cat go when it disappeared for a month, then just reappeared like nothing happened?

When I was 6 years old I was the only witness to my mother's murder. It was a school day, but I was sick at watching cartoons. We had a cleaning lady at the house that day. My mother was upstairs sleeping when the doorbell rang. I instantly ran to the door to answer it as my mother came down. Standing outside was a man in a black suit with a breifcase and I s**t you not a fedora. When Mom came to the door (in a bathrobe and little else) he stated that he was a lawyer representing a family member and asked to step inside for a something. I don't remember everything they talked about, being as young as I was.. but I guess that matters little now. They stood around talking for about 5 minutes while I pestered them. I even remember offering the man a quarter I found in the couch. Soon after the tone of conversation changed and the man pulled out a pistol and pointed it at my mother. She screamed and ducked to the side, with a shot firing. She bolted down the hallway and he gave chase. I heard several more gunshots as I was scooped up by the cleaning woman and hustled to my neighbor's house. She was screaming call 911 over and over as she burst into their home. As I sit behind their window I saw a black sedan peel off down the street.

The cleaning lady immediately left and from what I am told immediately took her child and left to Mexico. I was the only person to see the man, so I was visited by many officers in the following months during the investigation. They had lots of pictures of men and gave the the whole "he may have grown a beard or changed his haircut" speech everytime they would sit me down to try and identify him. But y'know, I was 6. They never caught him, and to this day I'd really just like to get the story of why.

So about 22 years ago now I was twelve. I lived with my mother (parents divorced when I was 8month because father was a piece of s**t so I never met him). So anyway my grandparents and my aunt and cousins were going on vacation, I didn’t want to go because I wasn’t fond of my cousins. But, my mom insisted I go because I would be alone when she was at work and with the extended family out of town I’d have no one to call if there was trouble.

So I went. After a day or two of sightseeing my grandpa got a phone call. My mother hadn’t showed up for work so our neighbor came to check because the car hadn’t moved. He was able to get in through my bedroom window which my d*****s had left unlocked. There he found my 32 year old mother dead on the couch.

So fast forward a few days we’re all wondering what happened. She’d been feeling bad for years she took tons of ibuprofen a day. So at first we thought maybe accidental o******e. Turned out no d***s in her system. Now she was an RN she had been asking her doctor about why she felt so bad for really as long as I can remember. He said you’re young there’s nothing wrong with you. It’s all psychosomatic.

Anyway we press them about cause of death and the official ruling was natural causes....we were all a bit overwhelmed at the time and we should’ve pressed the matter further because the doctor who did the autopsy was her doctor’s friend and her doctor ended up leaving the state because of malpractice suits.

So tldr my great life mystery is; how did my mother really die.

I was about 10 years old and had a photo of myself with a horse in my wallet. I kept my wallet next to my bed. One day I went into my room and the photo of me was tore into pieces laying on my pillow. I was a sweet and shy girl and that broke my heart.

I never found out who did it or why. I still sometimes think about that moment.

Who my "pen pal" was as a kid.

When I was about eight years old I started getting little notes in the mail every week or two. They were all stamped and addressed to me, and they all contained little doodles and said very random things such as "I like birthday cake, do you?" or "my favorite flowers are daisies, what are yours?" They were never signed and there was no return address. The handwriting didn't look like anyone in my family or any of my friends, and every person I asked denied it.

Eventually my parents got visibly uncomfortable with it and would start insisting on examining the letters before I opened them. Pretty soon after that they stopped coming. Been nearly 20 years and still no idea what was up with that.

When my dad passed away, I was dating a girl who I thought would be my endgame. She was, is, beautiful, intelligent, and compatible with me on every level.

Unfortunately, I ended up slowly mentally breaking down over the course of the next six months, developing a rather nasty drinking problem that culminated in me breaking up with her late one night when I was pretty certain I was going to k**l my self.

That was three years ago, and I think I’ve moved on, but there’s a part of me that will always wonder if we could have made it. I loved her like none other, and I just wish that she is happy now, and will continue to be for the rest of her life.

Edit: For those who suggested I reach back out to her, I have on multiple occasions. We haven't talked for over 2 and a half years, and in my heart of hearts, I know she's done with all this. I don't blame her, I was an absolute nightmare to deal with. I appreciate the comments, but sometimes when something is done, it's best left to be done. Me being in love with her (for god knows how long in my soul) is not sufficient.

My great grandfather's father went out in the woods with some people near Pittsburgh one day. The others came back. He did not. I wish there were more details, but that's all that was ever said about it and my greats are long passed.

I met my current partner of 10 years when she texted me because she didn't know who's number she had. We had never met before and to this day we have no idea how she got my number. maybe it was a typo?

When I was in middle school someone doorbell ditched me a gift bag of gift cards. We saw the car drive away and it was didnt look like anyone we knew. There were about $200 in gift cards for me. Coming from a family of 7 that was in a cult (meaning 10% of our income went to the church) $200 was a huge gift. I remember going to Mervyns and buying brand new clothes and shoes when I usually had to buy from the thrift store. I still wonder to this day about who it was that gave me that gift.

Had a family friend whom i'd known forever. She had been a friend of my parents since over a decade before I was born.

When I was in my late teens she dropped all contact with us for absolutely no reason I can discern. Parents don't know either. Her brother confirmed that she's still alive and in the country, she just doesn't want to talk to us anymore.

When we were kids my sister and I had a big box of toy animals. We played with them every day and so knew every single toy in that box. One day my sister stood up from playing and underneath where she'd been sitting was a teeny tiny plastic elephant that we'd never seen before.

The only explanation we could come up with at the time was that she had given birth to it there and then. I still can't think of a better one.

I'm crossing the street to go home, and everything turns blue, like a blue lens over a camera, and time basically stops. All I hear is a female voice saying "Stop! Don't move!" And everything returns to normal, while I'm still standing there in shock. A box truck flies past me at 60 miles per hour. Had that not happened, I would have been hit and killed on the spot. I don't know what f*****g happened, nor do I know how.

I was at a baseball game and went in the washroom. A guy was leaving one of the stalls and said, “don’t go in that one, people are such animals!”
I went in the next one over, and while I was doing my thing, somebody went in the other one and screamed, “Jesus Christ what the f**k?!?”
I wrestled with the idea of looking but decided against it, and now I’ll never know.

What happened to Sherry. Sherry was a friend of mine twenty odd years ago. She moved to another state to live with a man she met online (back when this was a complete oddity). We stayed in touch for a few years, then she dropped off the face of the earth. From what I can tell no one has heard from her in about fifteen years.

The amount of wormholes I seem to open on a regular basis. Every pencil I've ever dropped is in some alternate universe now.

This will probably get lost now.. but I started dating my best friend in university. He was my best friend for years, and we finally got together. He was infatuated for a long time before we got together, I think.

A few months into our relationship I was in a serious road traffic accident: I had brain injury and suffered retrograde and anterograde amnesia (forgot the last 6 months and the following three). Somewhere in there he dumped me. I never knew why, and my other friend had to remind me everyday that he left me because I kept forgetting. But because I kept forgetting, I went stalker-ex on him because I thought we were still together.

To this day, even though I’m blissfully married, I miss my best friend. I wish he knew that I wasn’t a stalking him, I just had no idea he dumped me.

If you’re here Stef.. I miss you bud.

When I was six I was on a family holiday in Gran Canaria. It being the early 90's I of course got a hair braid, of many colours! Glitter string, bright greens and reds, very tacky but I loved it!


Went to sleep that night, gone next morning.

Didn't unravel, there was not a single thread in my bed, nor in the bins, hair wasn't shorter in that part, it wasn't cut off as a joke by my brothers.

If it was taken out I like to think I'd have woken up to someone pulling at my hair?

Asked my parents twenty years later " if you took it out just say it, it's been bothering me for years!"

Both absolutely deny it.

Same with my brothers.

In my head it was magic string and the lady who put it in was a witch who called her string back but yeah, that's my child imagination travelled into my late twenties.