“He Never Came Back”: 40 Things People Know They Saw But Don’t Have Any Proof Of

Before my sister was born, my parents found a kitten. They decided to keep it, because they could find no owner. Named her Princess. Anyway, my sister is 4 years older than I am. We both grew up with this cat. She'd sometimes follow us and watch over us. My parents used to make jokes about how she thought of us as her kittens. Now, my sister wasn't very nice to me. It took a lot of people a lot of time to realise she wasn't just nasty; it was full on abuse and bullying. My sister is a narcissist, but that's not what you need to know. When I was too young to understand what was happening, I used to talk to Princess. She was like my version of a diary; I'd sit with this creature that was older than I was and tell her all my problems. One day at a store, my mum told us she'd buy us each a lolly. My sister wanted a different one to me, and grabbed my arm and clawed her nails down it so hard it drew blood. Hurt a lot and I was really upset. When we got home I went and cried to Princess about how scared I'd felt. After a while I calmed down and went and played with my toys. Princess ambled out of the room. A few minutes later I heard a shriek and she ambled back in. Turns out she'd walked up and scratched my sisters hand, then hissed at her before coming back to sit with me, and watch over me playing with my toys. My parents assume that my sister provoked her, but I know. She walked out of the room right after I'd been talking to her, and walked in right after the shriek. I can't prove it, but I think Princess saw how scared I was and showed me that she'd protect me. I've never told anybody about my white and grey guardian apart from my currant cat. I haven't thought about Princess in a while. She lived to be between 19 and 21, depending on how old she was when my parents got her (she lived with them for 19 years; was around two when they found her). I loved that cat. Funnily enough, my new cat was originally my sisters. She got him, then left him with my parents, and he slowly became mine. He likes to sit with me more than he likes her.

I'm in line at a cafeteria. The guy in front of me is holding a pudding cup. Someone walking by stumbles and falls into pudding cup guy, knocking his pudding cup out of his hand. While everyone is looking at stumbling guy, the pudding cup goes a good two feet straight up in the air. Pudding cup guy is totally focused and at the last second turns and catches the pudding cup behind his back. He looks at me, smiles and that was that. No one else saw it.

A fat squirrel in a tree threw a piece of fried chicken at me.

When I was 5 I woke up from my sleep and saw a man sitting on the stairs watching me. I wasn't scared though. There was something tranquil about it. I just watched him and he watched me for what seemed like 10 minutes. Then all of a sudden he was gone. A few days later I found out my dad was killed in Europe. I live in Canada and my parents were seperated. There's pictures of me with him when I was just born but he left shortly after that. To this day, that is the only memory that I have of my dad. A ghost watching over me. I don't believe in ghosts but I know what I saw. I've never told anyone before except my mom.

When I was about 10 years old I saw my old dog catch a crow out of the air then just gently release it. 

I saw a bird shoplifting ring? A sea-gull walked into greggs and stole a packed of crisps (after looking through them all) and walked out, delivered it to another seagull who gave it to another one who opened it and they then all shared the crisps.

I don't know how many people I have told this but nobody believes me but honestly I understand why. When I was around 8 years old I was on vacation in Europe and I was at the zoo with my cousin and she got my some helium shark balloon. When we were getting into the car i let go of the balloon for some reason and watched it float away into the sky. Devastated I tried to forget all about it. About two weeks later I continued my vacation and went to my moms village about 700km away. The first day in my moms family home we go for a walk around the property and in the corner of the field I see it. My shark balloon floated into my very own backyard to find me again.

A chameleon escaped from a bag when my friend was giving it to me and it leapt into a big pile of snow. I looked around for it for a while but couldn't find it so I gave up. Several weeks later the snow all melted and I was out there and found the lizard partially frozen to the ground. I peeled him off and put it in one of those little plastic tanks and sat it by the radiator in my house. Within an hour or two the lizard was hopping around the cage like nothing ever happened. It lived for several years after that, and was known to my friend and I as Jesus the resurrection lizard.

I was at my mom's side when she passed away. I swear, seconds before she departed, I heard her and my grandmother (who had died in the 80s) behind me. Mom said "I really look awful," and Grandma said "It's time to go." I turned around but the sun was coming in through the window so a little bright. It was at that very moment that mom passed away.

In 1997, I was 17. I was driving my gf at the time home late at night and we are sitting at a stoplight on an overpass above a freeway. An 80's dodge omni comes flying up to the light across from us and barely comes to a stop while the light is still red. I look across at the driver and he looks panicked and frazzled, and I look over at the passenger and that's when s**t got real. There was a girl with duct tape wrapped around her face and shoulders. Her hair was all f****d up and she was crying. It took me a few seconds to even process what I was seeing. I looked at my gf and she looked at me and she burst out crying and said "WTF is going on in that car?" No sooner do I look back, the guy has already turned the wrong way onto a one-way street of the service drive of the freeway (in Michigan, it's common for north-bound freeway traffic to have a north-bound local road along the side of the freeway, for which he'd turned south). I freaked the f**k out. I threw my car in reverse. I tried backtracking and flying down city streets to catch up with him. We did see him at one point in time hit a turn around onto 8 mile, he didn't have a plate on his car. I hurried up and went home (I was only about a half mile from where we were when we saw him hit the turn around). I rushed in and called the cops while my gf frantically tried telling my mom what we saw. The cops came. They took our story. There was never a missing persons story that matched what we said. My mom never quite believed us. It was written off as two teens with overactive imaginations. I know wtf I saw. I'm a man in my 30's and I'll never forget the look on that girl's face. The crazy in that guy's eyes. My gf (who later became my wife, now ex) remembers it vividly, too. That was one of the most f****d up nights of both of our lives.

I slipped on icy stairs last winter and swear I saw my own butt crack as I fell. No one believes me.

I was at the Shedd Aquarium in Chicago. I walked up to the cuttlefish tank, and for some reason all 20 or so of the cuttlefish rushed over to me. It was a big tank, maybe 10 feet long. I walked the length of it, and they followed me. I walked back, and they followed. A few other people saw and tried it themselves. But alas, the cuttlefish only had eyes for me. My best guess as to the cause was that the guy who feeds them is my doppelganger.

I saw my neighbor walking down the road in a red party dress around 3am. I wasn't f****d up or on anything. He denies it and the rest of the neighborhood thinks I'm making it up. I saw you Tim. You and I both know.

I've had glasses since the third grade. I was playing tackle football with friends after school (I wasn't wearing glasses), tackled one of my friends, really big collision, for a second I regained full eyesight...then I blinked and it was gone again.

One day I was looking out the window of my office and four semi trucks drove past one after each other. They were in order Costco, Cosco, Cisco, Sysco. Half the people I mention it to don't care and the other half don't believe me.

A kangaroo, and we don't live in Australia, there was something stuck in my grandmother's garage crashing all over the place. I opened the door saw it and went to tell them it came through the door and ran/jumped across the field.   Everyone thinks I was making it up but nobody else was there to see it. 

I live in a wicked rural town in Maine.

As a child I touched some weird pest plant in our garden, I think it stung me. Then I saw everything in inverted colors for a short time. And then back to normal. I was in such a shock, I couldn't explain it to my mom. I just went to her crying.

In 1994, on a farm in the southern Midwest US, five year old me had this huge yellow lab, sweetest dog in the world, who one day suddenly lost her s**t barking and ran outside. Being 5, I followed her and watched her run out into the cow pasture (where the cows were suspiciously nowhere in sight) and went toe to toe with a f*****g grey wolf.

That area at that time was definitely not wolf country. Coyote sure, but there is no way it was a coyote. Thing towered over my lab, and I'd seen plenty enough coyotes before to know that this thing was not that. My lab barked her damn head off right in his face, and after about a minute he tilted his head and then just turned around and disappeared into the woods. Found all the cows at the opposite end of the pasture circled around the two calves we had. They were never that terrified of coyotes, and they had no fear of domestic dogs (my lab literally climbed over them when they laid down and would tug on their tails - cows gave no f***s).

I will go to my damn grave saying it was a wolf I saw, but nobody believes me of course. I've spent years researching wolves and wolf hybrids but every picture I've seen of both the animal and the paw prints he left behind says it was very very very much more wolf than coyote or dog or even a mix.

When I was about 6, my entire family was helping to build my grandparents a new house. I was helping my dad move some really long 2x4s from the lumber pile when a mouse ran out from under the board I had moved (out in the middle of the woods, mice were no big deal to any of us.) I did a double take though because THE MOUSE WAS FREAKING BLUE. I don't mean the sun reflected off its fur and it had a blue sheen to it, I mean a brilliant, royal blue. He was running fast but I got my dad to notice it too and he agreed that the mouse *really was royal freaking blue*. We've told multiple people, my mom included, and no one believes us. But we know what we saw.
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Once when I was a teenager I was watching a movie by myself. The tv room then had two chairs separated by a couch. I was on the chair to the right, and at one point I laughed really hard at the movie. I heard someone else laugh and saw what seemed to be a girl my age double over in laughter in the other chair. The weird thing is it didn't startle me; it just felt nice to share laughter. Then I realized that I was alone in the whole house and the chair was empty. So I turned off the tv and went outside lol.