30 Incredibly Bizarre Things People Saw Happen Yet Others Refuse To Believe They Did

I live in Kenosha Wisconsin(in between Milwaukee and Chicago) and have seen a mountain lion twice in the area. Everyone just stares at me when I tell them lol

Also I’ve seen a BMW with the turn signal on but only once.

Kept telling my mom and sister I was seeing UFOs. Kept happening really regularly and frequently. Eventually I got them all to come outside because it was about time for one to show up. And it did.

It was a stealth bomber being test flown, long before the public announcement about them went out or any pics were leaked.

Blew all of our minds.

I’m (31F) from Northern Ireland and this happened about 10 years ago. As I walked my dog, I suddenly felt like I was being watched. I looked around and quickly noticed a grey wolf slowly walking through the field I was beside, staring right at me with a mangled rabbit in its mouth. We were both walking in the same general direction. It looked huge, around 5 feet or so. It stared in such a predatory way I was terrified that it was going to come for us. It was about 15 meters away with a pretty pathetic fence between us, and we both just stood there frozen for about 10 seconds staring at each other. Eventually I picked up my (small) dog and backed away while watching it, I didn’t know what the hell to do. When it was nearly out of sight and still hadn’t moved, I turned and ran. I told my dad who didn’t seem to believe me but said I should call animal welfare, and they didn’t take it seriously at all, I never heard back from them. We don’t have wolves here so I have no idea what the heck happened. I Google it every few years and did read something about people managing to get wolves as pets and then releasing them when they got too big to keep or something, so I wonder if that’s what happened. But I always see a look of worried disbelief when I tell someone!

Edit: This was in the middle of the day so I could see it very clearly. Definitely didn’t look anything like an Irish Wolfhound, and we own large dog breeds (as well as the small I was walking), and it didn’t seem anything like a large dog. The closest breed I saw mentioned was the Northern Inuit, but more grey.

But it was much bigger with a wild, predator-like temperament. Honestly if I hadn’t seen it walking while staring, I might have wondered if I was just seeing things.

I saw a few comments mentioning a wolf sanctuary in Ireland and when I looked that up, this is the closest to what I saw! The town I was in is pretty small and not anywhere near any of the sanctuaries/zoos. I was also in a residential area—a row of houses on one side of me, the field on the other, so it still feels really random.

Edit 2: Someone has let me know that a grey wolf escaped approximately around the same time that this happened, from Tyrone which is only about 40-45 miles away from where I was! So it is seeming likely that someone was trying to keep it in captivity and it escaped. I’m not crazy, hurray!

I have clear and distinct memories from when I was still in diapers and a crib. No one in my family believed me until I described the EXACT layout of my room at the time, bed and dressers included. We don’t have any photos of this room, so this isn’t a false memory situation like my brother said. I even described a time my mom gave me cough medicine in a Mickey mouse spoon from before I could even talk.

It’s weird because my short term memory is trash, but my long term memory is absolutely unreal.

Here’s hoping this all fits.

Used to work health care. Specifically, dementia palliative care. Palliative meant that people had a certain amount of time to live, and usually declined pretty quickly. To put it nicely: dementia residents came to me to be cared for while they died.

I worked night shift, 11pm-7am. I’ve seen and heard dead residents at night, watched living residents talk to an empty room, and then mention they were talking to someone who died long before they ever came into my care, someone they had never met.

My coworkers believe me, but no one else ever has.

6 years ago I went through 10 surgeries for a badly broken leg. During one of the surgeries early on, I have distinct memories of waking up and hearing, seeing and smelling several minutes of the surgery. I also remember a nurse looking me in the eye and then telling someone I was awake. I then passed back out, presumably due to more anesthesia. No one believes me that this happened. I’m now terribly afraid of surgery and hope I never have to enter another operating room.

I think I had a collision problem once. Was about to take a shower and stuck my arm in to feel the water. But the water just...didn't connect. It went right through my arm, no temperature or splashing or anything.

Here's the weird s**t. I wasn't by myself. I called my wife in and she watched the same thing happen. Her arm acted normally, got wet and warm. Kept putting my arm in the stream and it didn't interact with the water at all, was like it wasn't there.

We tried water from the sink, and that was fine, I could touch that. I poked a bunch of other random s**t too, no changes. Wife put her arm beneath mine and said she could feel the water hitting her arm, like mine wasn't even there. Then at one point I stuck my arm in and it was just...fixed? Everything worked normally. We hadn't changed anything.

My wife hates talking about it because people always grill her with questions and explanations

I live in a rural community in Canada. My sister came to see me once and swore up and down that she saw a zebra grazing in the fields. I made fun of her for a couple of years about how the zebra roam the north pole and how Santa has zebra instead of reindeer. She was really starting to doubt herself but stuck to her guns.

Well, I was driving one day and lo and behold, a f*****g zebra grazing in the field. Turns out a zoo sometimes lets them roam around there.

When I told my sister she felt vindicated.

Edit: Since this has come up a lot. This was near between Orangeville, and Arthur. And was about 10 years ago.

My Betta fish disappeared out of a covered tank. And then reappeared in front of my eyes.

If you can imagine: This tank is clear plastic on all sides, including the bottom. There's nowhere to hide when it's empty. The only thing not transparent is the metal lid. Betta fish are known to hide, so I didn't worry about not seeing him for a couple days, but on day 3 I got worried, so I took the heater and filter out. Checked the inside of the filter. Took the plants out. Took the hides out. No fish.

Nothing in the tank but water and glass rocks now, so I started scooping the rocks out, thinking he may have gotten trapped under there and died. Pretty soon I'm staring at a tank with nothing but water in it. No fish.

I figure there's no way he's still alive so I start scooping the water out. It's about 3/4 full when suddenly my fish does one of those fishy slow-turns in the dead center of the tank. There he was. It wasn't, like, I turned away and then back and my fish was there. No, I was staring at the tank, and I quite literally saw him swim back into existence. One second he wasn't there, the next he was.

I moved him to a smaller bowl for a few days to keep an eye on him. Covered the top with perforated plastic wrap to ensure no jumping. He disappeared from the bowl a couple days later and never came back. Have owned several Betta fish, and I can honestly say no other fish has ever dimension hopped out of a tank since.

I stayed over a church friend’s house when I was 8ish. He said he had a little sister but my parents and I never saw her at church or anything. My Mom said it was probably imaginary.

At night I walked in the wrong room and saw a teenage girl in a crib, dressed like a baby.

I told my Mom, I told my friends, I told whoever I could but no one believe me.

Not something I saw, something I felt and heard. I was struggling to sleep one night, lying in bed feeling wired and irritable when I felt pressure lift from the bed on my partner's side. I assumed he'd got up to go to the bathroom (I was facing the opposite way so I didn't see him do this) a few minutes go by and I hear him come back into the room and feel him get back in bed, nothing strange about that.

Lying there still frustrated the same thing happens again, a lift of pressure, some rustling sounds like a person trying to navigate a dark room, an absence of sound for a few moments and then the sensation of weight on the bed again. Still not thinking much of it, because it wasn't an obvious cause for concern, I continue trying to fall asleep. Then it happens again. And again. And again.

I wasn't too into the idea of asking him if he was ok as we had a ridiculous argument that night and I was pretty pissed off with him, so I just ignored it. But then... Then it sounded like he had got up and was simply pacing around the room clumsily, I could hear things on the shelves being touched and slightly moved and hands gently brushing against walls, and then I felt the bed suddenly dip in a concentrated spot of the mattress as though he had stood on it. This carries on for I don't know how long, rustling, pressure on the bed and so on until I snap. I sit bolt upright, turn around and say "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" to see my partner waking up from a very deep sleep and looking confused.

I told him what had happened and he said he'd been asleep next to me the whole time, which was pretty obvious to see him in his very sleepy state, plus he would have had mere seconds to jump into bed without me noticing in the time it took me to sit up and turn around. I somehow fell asleep that night feeling confused and as though eyes were on me.

And in a typical cheesy haunted house fashion, I get a call from my mum the next morning telling me my uncle had died the night before.

When I was 12, I stayed with my great aunt while my mother and brother ran to the grocery to get lunch stuff. She took me into her basement and "introduced" me to her husband. Her long dead husband. Who's remains were in a ziploc in a file drawer, neatly filed. She made a big deal about how she bought a brand new box of ziplocs for him instead of reusing one. She was all about the frugality, my great aunt.

No one believed me until after she died. When my mother and aunt found the cremains in the ziploc in the file drawer.

My Dad passed away from Cancer when I was 7 years old. My parents asked me if I wanted to be there when he died and I said no. My parents arranged for me to go to their best friends house to sleep over the night after I had said my goodbyes as he was fading away. That night he did pass and I experienced something that I cannot explain. I remember this vividly, I was fast asleep and I wake up bolted upright at 11:50pm like I was pulled awake and I knew immediately that he had died right then. I had this really strange sense of calm and acceptance and I felt my Dad’s presence like he was saying goodbye. Later I asked my Mom when he died and told her that story and it shook her hard, it happened. A few years later she took me to a clairvoyant who afterwards said I was a clairvoyant too. My mother is a highly intelligent lady, women of science and to my knowledge didn’t tell this lady a thing. A few years later I’m sitting on the couch after school with my sister watching TV and I get that same feeling again and immediately know that my Mom has been involved in a car accident and I told my sister right away like I didn’t have a choice I just said it. I was right she had been in a car accident at that exact time. This was before cell phones and I had no way of knowing, no communication with my Mom. Two events where I knew without a doubt that events had occurred when I had no logical way of knowing. It hasn’t happened since and I have no explanation whatsoever for either of them.

When I was a kid I ate some of my grandmother's heart medication and nearly died. Was rushed to the hospital to have my stomach pumped and I have a memory of looking down at myself on the hospital bed with my mom and hospital staff around me. It still is one of the only things I've had happen that I cannot explain and no one I've told this story to believes me at all, even my super religious aunt said it was my imagination.

When I was a kid, between the ages of 4 and 8, I would see a guy in my house. He would stand in the same spot in the same room looking at me, and my family couldn't see him. I'd cry and scream and would refuse to go near him, but nobody else ever saw him.

I'm someone who believes in logic and the laws of the universe so this really throws me off, I struggle to believe it myself but I vividly remember this person, this ghost if you wish. Even now, I remember his face. I explained this to someone the other day and I felt so silly, I sounded like I was making it up!

Ball lightning. There was a glowing white ball in the sky, like nothing I've ever seen. It flew around, maneuvered a bit. I turned my head to reach for my camera. When I looked back, it immediately went behind a cloud and disappeared.

There was no lightning that day. The weather was rather fair and nice. It lasted for about a minute. Was really interesting.

I've shared this on reddit before, but once I was driving through Utah on a 2 lane highway all alone, in the middle of the day and I passed by what I thought was a wolf, and wanted to snap a picture to send to my father, as that was his favorite animal. I was looking at it in mY rear view mirror, and it looked really mangy and diseased, but was looking right back at me. I watched it lift its front paw off the ground, and it waved at me with a five fingered, human f*****g hand before placing it back on the ground, once again a paw. I have never, ever gone as far over the speed limit as i did when I sped tf off.

I saw a dude standing next to my truck with an unnaturally wide smile. I was on highway 49 east right outside Greenwood, MS. I heard hail hit my truck a few times so I pulled over expecting a tornado. I was grabbing my backpack getting ready to bail out for the ditch. I turn back to the driver side window to check my mirror and this guy was just standing there. Smiling. It scared me so bad I just slammed the truck in drive and got out of there.

I saw my uncle fall from the roof as he was escaping a house fire. He was able to get inside the car and take off but not before the house toppled over on top of the car. After a few minutes he appeared out of the smoke, limping away. I distinctly remember running back to my house (right next door) to tell my mom about what had just happened.

We go outside and nothing. No fire, no smashed car, no house falling over.

I dunno wtf 5 year old me was smoking but I had the hardest time processing what had just happened or not happened. My mom was so angry with me for coming up with such a awful lie about her little brother.

Til this day, 27 years old now, I can't explain what, why, or how I saw what I saw but I very much remember terrifying feeling I felt during and afterwards.

Mom thinks I must've fallen asleep playing outside and woke up from a nightmare and panicked but whatever it was it feel too real.

On the bike path a man riding a beach cruiser one handed, no shirt but wearing a huge sombrero, carrying a fawn cradled in his other arm.