“She Was Living In Our Walls”: 69 Stories That People Can’t Tell Because Nobody Believes Them

I once ended up in the ER with a fever of 106.9. It woke me up in the middle of the night and I felt like I was absolutely freezing. My teeth were chattering, and no matter how many blankets I put on it didn’t help. When I got up to take my temp it was over 105. I was a young teen at the time so I woke my mother up. She gave me Tylenol and took me to the hospital. When I got there they clocked me at 106.9. They gave me more Tylenol and monitored me for several hours. Eventually the fever returned to normal and they discharged me. Fever never returned, and they never did find out why it happened.

Really pissed me off when I was accused of lying about this, because it’s 100% true.

A pointless one but in college I had a friend from class named Casey, I would go over to the house he rented to smoke and play video games. Afew years later I had a roommate who had a good friend named Casey that would come over to our place and hang. Completely different Casey's so I never thought anything about it. One day my roomie asked if I wanted to go with him to (new) Casey's place to grill out. Rode with him over there and was like "what?" when we pulled up to the house and I realized that new Casey was then renting the exact same house that my previous friend named Casey had lived.

Strange but I guess nobody would say "yeah right" about it.

My buddy and a bartender friend of his were playing quarters on the bar (bounce a .25 cent piece onto the bar, into a shot glass)

At one point one of them was just screwing around and bounced it down the entire bar. I grabbed it about 15 feet, and I asked if he'd give me a free beer if I made it. He laughed and said sure

I have a weird knack for making baskets by luck or bouncing trash into the bin so I just gave it one nice bounce halfway through and sunk it right in. They were stunned and threw their arms up and cheered. Probably couldn't do it again if I tried 100 times, but that's how this "skill" goes for me. Add in any thinking or trying to recreate it and it never works.

I was chased by a pack of wild dogs that wanted to eat me.

My Grandad lived in rural Pennsylvania. (In the Appalachian mountain range.) As kids, my parents would take me and my two siblings to stay with him for a couple weeks every summer. Every day, my sister and I would walk down Grandad's **very** long driveway to get the mail. (She was 10 years old, and I was 4.)

We were halfway back up the hill, and I looked across the ravine and saw a pack of dogs. (There were at least 10-15 dogs.) And...They had puppies! 😍 My sister heard my sudden intake of breath, and I heard her say "Oh no...be quiet," but no, I was 4, and they had puppies!!

So of course, at the top of my 4 year old lungs, I yell, "Puppies!!"

As one, every head in that pack swiveled to look at us. My sister said, "**RUN!!!**" I had never heard real fear in her voice before. I didn't even know what we were afraid of, but I was suddenly terrified. We started running at the same time as the dogs. I thank everything I hold sacred that they had to run down one side of the ravine and up the other, or they'd have caught us.

We're running as fast as we can up the hill, I'm screaming for my Grandad and my brother, and my sister is following up with shouts of "get a gun!" We crested the hill to the clearing where the house was, and there's my brother with a gun. He fired in the air, the dogs skidded to a stop, then turned and ran back down the driveway.

Don't dump your unwanted pets in the country...

At a protest last year, a guy drove by and tried to throw a milkshake at us. Problem is, I guess he forgot to roll his passenger window down, so instead it just splattered all over the interior glass. He immediately sped up and drove off in what I assume was fury.

I was in a casino, and someone (a stranger) next to me asked what the biggest bet you could win there. I pointed at the blackjack table next to us and said "if you get 4 diamond 7's there, you'd win over a 100k... but it is almost impossible"

The very next second (a literal second!) someone hits the four diamond sevens and wins over 150k.

Not to me but my doberman. She was known for swallowing things whole. She developed an abcess on her side that kept pussing and then leaking blood and we had multiple vet trips, nothing showed up, multiple rounds of antibiotics and it would still show up and get big (right on the hip, golf ball size) and then explode/leak - this went on for about 6 months with no reason found. One night I saw something that looked like my pinky finger protruding from the area-I go to touch it- rock hard. It was dim lighting so I couldn't tell what it was. So my instinct was to pull....I pulled it out slowly and it was a fully intact corn dog stick. Slightly discolored/ blackened from age. We hadn't had corn dogs in about 8 months. This isn't even the worst thing she's swallowed. Full surgery and partial intestine removal at 6mos old because she swallowed THE ENTIRE ZIPPER FROM THE LINING OF HER DOG BED which got entangled in the intestines. My $25k dog (accumulated vet bills) . RIP my sweet Navi. She never listened, despite her namesake.

I was driving to a wedding, and on the freeway I saw a dog hanging out the side of a car, suspended by his leach/collar. The person driving obviously couldn't see the dog out the passenger side and was having trouble moving to the shoulder out of fear of running over the dog. I stopped traffic on the freeway with my hazards and a lot of honking, then put it in park and ran up the highway in my dress and heels to boost the doggy back into the car. Then I ran straight back into my car and frantically smoked several cigarettes. It was terrifying and surreal.

Was at work (cultural house/student housing) and talking to one of the local residents. We had become friends over the past year, just smalltalking during smoke breaks and the like. His cousin had just passed an important exam. ‘That’s funny, so did mine!’. Turns out I was a cousin on the mothers side and he was cousin on the fathers side :-).

I was tboned by a speeding tractor trailer on the highway and survived. No idea how I got so lucky. When I shared a photo of my car after the accident a local firefighter commented “those are usually peel and keels” which means they usually peel crushed bodies out of vehicles that look like mine did. Miraculously my seat was the only thing still in tact after the accident, the rest of my car looked like it exploded and I was alone so thankfully nobody else got hurt. The tractor trailer driver was totally fine. I was pretty badly hurt but I survived! It was horribly traumatizing though and was the most pain I’ve ever experienced. I had to use a walker, then a cane and had a bad limp for about a year. I get teary eyed when I see people who have mobility issues out and about because I know they’re probably in so much pain and just have to deal with it - I was in agony for a while and I’m so glad I was able to recover. I don’t take my mobility for granted at all, sometimes I just jump around because of the happiness that I was able to recover to this extent.

Was home alone in my first flat. Flatmate had a puppy that had been sleeping with me most of the evening. He went upstairs and suddenly there's a massive crashing sound. Get put of bed to see what he pushed over or broke. Walking up stairs when all of a sudden someone starts pounding on tye front door.

This guy is frantic and crying out for help. Im home alone of course so I just stand stiff on the stairs. Just then my flatmates are coming home and I hear them start an exchange with the guy. The yelling of what do you want turns into a panicked "open the door, omg are you ok".

Open the door to a guy in his boxes covered in blood and scratches. After getting him a blanket and glass of water and an ambulance on the way, we get more details of his nights adventures.

Was at the club. Met a hot chick. Went home with her. Woke up to a massive guy standing in the doorway yelling. Didn't have time to grab anything and just took off out the bedroom window. Guy chased him down the street to the end of the cul-de-sac. After taking a beating, the guy picked him up and threw him off the end of the edge of the cliff.

At the bottom of the 10m drop, was our house.

Guy was bloody lucky to not be in worse shape. Besides some bruises, scratches and a concussion, he was ok. He came back a few days later to apologize and let us know he got his stuff back.

I had a dental cyst/abscess eat through my upper jaw into my sinus cavity. It then ruptured through my nose and my mouth. I had the grossest purulent discharge coming out both orifices.

When I went to the dentist, he told me I was basically a once-in-a-lifetime type case, paraded all his staff into my exam room, and proceeded to squish and squeeze my swollen face trying to get all the pus out.

I was in so much pain and shock, I just let it happen. Once he was done, he just sent me on my way. No pain meds, nothing. And told me I'd have to go home to have surgery (meaning fly back to the US, as I was in the Caribbean when this happened). I only got pain meds and an antibiotic when I almost passed out from the pain at the check out desk. The look on the receptionist's face was horrifying.


EDIT: Please don't put off dental issues! This is the kinda thing that can happen, though it's rare. I have a lot of nerve damage and developed trigeminal neuralgia as a result, which is one of most painful conditions known to man. Please look into The Facial Pain Association for more info and support about TN and other facial pain disorders! Or join us over at r/trigeminalneuralgia. We are rare. 🦓🖤.

In middle school I had this friend who would spend summers at her father’s house in San Francisco. He was a cab driver. She had just returned from seeing him and her brother got new glasses and they said the glasses were identical to their dad’s glasses. A couple weekends later I rode the bus from Reno to SF and met my older sister at the station. We hailed a cab and got in. I start ignoring my sister and studying the driver. Finally, I ask him if he has a daughter named Laura who is my best friend? He was stunned. He would let her call me and back then long distance was expensive. My sister was in awe. We got the cab ride free and I got to meet my friend’s dad!

When I was 10, I was walking home from a friend's house after dinner (still daylight out). It was only 5-6 houses down across the street. I made it to where my house was but there was a car coming so I was waiting for it to pass so I could cross the street. It was a white minivan with several people inside. They didn't pass. They pulled over and tried to kidnap me- right across the street from my house! I booked it back to my friend's house where her dad was out front doing yard work. He called the cops and walked me back home. I still feel like cops didn't believe me...

We lived in a small town off I-10, just a couple hours from the border. The next day, a girl my age was kidnapped in a town an hour southeast of us, also right off I-10. The suspect was driving a white minivan... I always wonder if that girl was found.

I visited the Vatican with college friends during my junior year abroad. While in line to see the Sistine Chapel, I ran into a girl who graduated high school with me (my class was tiny - 76 kids total. I'm from a very small town). We both freaked out and hugged and were in total disbelief. An hour later at the Vatican gift shop, I ran into a girl who graduated a year ahead of me and whom I was pretty close with during HS. We both freaked out and hugged. It was the wildest coincidence I've ever experienced.

I watched lightning strike a tv and remember how it exploded. I was about 4, it was one of those CRTs with antennae on it. This was after I had whispered my first curse words into the couch cushion, and I was convinced for years it happened because of me, like I was being punished.

I got a random text one night from a stranger, who had accidentally texted the wrong number, asking if I wanted to play the video game Gauntlet. I was at a friend's house literally playing Gauntlet at the time (this was when it came out as one of the PS+ free games that month). I told him he had the wrong number but that I was actually playing Gauntlet, and we added each other as friends.

I was diagnosed with breast cancer on the first day of breast cancer awareness month.

And a few weeks later (through only two degrees of Kevin Bacon) Pope Leo prayed for me.

Me, an American, went to Paris in January (not exactly tourist season), and on our way in from being picked up at the airport our expat friend took us to a cafe near where he lived. Mentioned it was a local favorite and not a tourist spot. Walked in the door and boom, immediately ran into someone I knew from home.

When I was a kid (maybe 8?) I was on a hike with my family near the grand canyon (along one of the side canyons). Coming back, I was a little ahead of my group and out of their sight, but staying on the trail like I was told when I ducked around a tree and slipped on the sand near a ledge. I caught a dry branch reflexively which broke but just barely kept me from going over. I glanced down to see how steep and long the drop was and had to do a double take.

As I was coming up to it, it looked like it was probably a short drop because the wall on the other side looked pretty close, plus the terrain around it gave the impression that it wasn't that steep there.

Nope.

Straight down, sheer cliff face a couple hundred feet down, no ledges or anything. Turns out I was out on one of those unofficial spurs people make near trails like that, probably specifically to look at how sharp and deep that part of the canyon is, and that's why the "trail" went right up against a fatal drop with no railing or anything.

My family caught up to me a few seconds later and admonished me for breaking off the branch. I tried to explain that I almost went over the ledge but they thought I was exaggerating to cover myself.

So basically I was maybe a couple pounds of force away from my demise but no one saw it or believed me.