35 Stories That Sound 100% Made Up But Are Actually True

I'm not sure if it's coincidental or not, but celebrities die after getting their pictures taken with me.

First it was Storm Thorgerson. I met him at an art gallery in Chicago and got my picture taken with him. 9 months later, dead.

Then it was Carrie Fisher. I met her at Chicago Comic Con and got a photo-op with her. 6 months later, dead.

I'm trying to get a photo-op with Donald Trump, if anyone wants to help me test out my potential super power.

I was eating lunch at Wendy's when Bill Murray sat down at my table, stole a fry, dipped it into my Frosty, and ate it. He then looked at me and said, 'Nobody's gonna believe you,' and walked away.

I went from homeless drug addict to a director position at a tech company in a span of 15 years.

My father had a heart attack many years ago, and I showed up to the hospital at 3 a.m. Given the time and the fact that he was in ICU, I initially wasn’t allowed in. However, I was finally let in by a nurse who calmed me down and allowed me to see my father. He was so kind to our family throughout my dad's hospital stay. About six months later, my paternal grandmother was in the ICU for a medical issue, and again, we were cared for by this nurse. About a year later, I received a call from my dad telling me to turn on CNN. Turns out, the nurse was Charles Cullen, who famously confessed to murdering up to 40 patients.

During my sophomore year of high school, my sister and her friend tried to set me up on a blind date with the guy who mowed her parents' lawn. It never worked out, and we never met. Two years later, during senior year, I met and started dating the guy who I'd eventually marry. A couple years later, we discovered that we were supposed to have been each other’s blind date sophomore year. We'll have been together 17 years this March!

When I was around 8, my dog followed my dad to wait with me for my school bus. While they were waiting, my dad saw Fluffy get hit by a truck, so he took him and buried him. We then went out of town for the weekend. But on Sunday evening when we got home, Fluffy was standing on our porch! Dad couldn’t believe it and told us, 'I buried him on Friday!' Turns out, Fluffy had just been knocked out cold, so he rose from the dead and waited on us to come home.

I graduated 12th grade when I was in 9th grade.

My sister had a huge mental breakdown her junior year of high school and dropped out of public school. She enrolled online for her last two years of high school. She refused to do any of the work so I, who was in middle school at the time, was forced by my dad to do her schoolwork. I finished 8th grade and 9th grade at public school during the day and, in the evening, I did her 11th and 12th grade schooling. The lowest grade I earned masquerading as my sister was a 94 so I’m secretly pretty proud of that considering the age difference

EDIT: To clarify, my sister is regarded as “broken” by herself and all of my family members so I, being the “strong one” according to my dad, have to pick up the extra slack. Thank you for the kind responses also, it means a lot that I’m getting at least a little credit for the two years of work I put in lol. I come from a dysfunctional family of high school dropouts who think school is mainly a waste of time so I’m glad my fellow redditors are here to back me up. Education is important!! :)

I accidentally set my best friend up on a blind date with her ex-husband. I was going out on a first date with a guy, and he asked if I had a friend for his friend, so I invited my best friend along...and then the guys showed up, their jaws dropped, and we had many margaritas.

My boyfriend and I moved into the same apartment my grandparents had lived in after World War II. We didn’t know until my mum was going through their old stuff to make a Remembrance Day piece for her front hall and found an old letter addressed to them at my address.

I have been struck by lightning, bitten by a copper head, burned in a house fire, broken six ribs, lost most of my left lung, and dislocated my eyeball. All in the same year.

I had a litter of kittens born in my hair when I was seven or eight years old. My cat loved and trusted me so much that she decided to have her babies on my pillow... on my head... while I was sleeping.

In college I had a bunked bed with my desk under it. I was in bed reaching for my cell on the desk and lost my balance, fell off the bed, did a full flip and landed in a perfect sitting position in my chair unharmed. My roommate witnessed everything but nobody we believed us.

My daughter met a little girl at the park last summer, and it turned out that they were both going into kindergarten at the same school. They ended up having the same teacher. This little girl also lives on our street. In fact, when we were house hunting, we toured their house. I also found out that when they were infants, they were both at the same center for a few months. I actually remember meeting her mom when we toured the room. And, very recently, we both discovered that we had gone to the same college and graduated the same year.

I drove 14 hours one way just to go to the International SPAM Museum. Like that was the entire point of the trip. Nothing else.

My brain associates people with colors when I first meet them. The only color I ever pay attention to is yellow. Yellow people are usually really s**y people that I don't like. It's alarmingly accurate.

Edit: RIP my inbox. I tried to answer some questions today but can't get to all of them. To answer the repeating ones: I only get colors in person unless I'm watching videos or seeing pictures of myself. I'm purple. Generally I gravitate towards people in the cooler color spectrum. My wife is coral and is only one of two corals I've met. My mom is most unique in that I pick up earth tones with her and she's the only person I've met that I get multiple colors from. Yes to a certain extent there could be some self-fulfilling prophecy going on with my assumptions, though the color pairing is very real and annoying. I realize my comment was accidentally racist, but we all know what I'm meaning lol. Thanks for all the interest, glad I'm not as weird as I thought!

I went to the hospital once with, what felt like, really bad period cramps. They cut me open and pulled out an 8lb human being.

A Victoria Secret model married me.

I wrote a song that was played on the radio for years.

I won a college bowl game.

All of the above is true, but not nearly as impressive as it sounds.

She was a catalog model, not the runway type. We were young. She was pretty damn amazing.

I was 12 and got a keyboard for Christmas. I called the Friday night request DJ in my podunk town and told him I wrote him a song. He recorded it and opened his show with it for years because it was so campy.

It was a community college bowl game.

I was having lunch with a new coworker once, and he was telling me about his apartment and how haunted it was. He didn't tell me where it was, but the haunting sounded familiar — like an apartment I had once lived in. I told him the address, and he turned as white as a sheet. He was living in that same haunted apartment! When I told him a few details only he could know, he freaked out and moved out of the place that very week.

Neither my mother nor my father have wisdom teeth, and no one on either side of the family has had wisdom teeth as far back as we know. My sisters also don't have any wisdom teeth.

Somehow, I ended up with eight...

My grandmother was traveling to the Philippines with her sister who was ill. When they got off the plane and went into JFK airport, Harry Connick Jr. helped pick her up after she collapsed onto the floor. My grandmother looked up and said, 'You look a lot like Harry Connick Jr.' He responded, 'That's because I am Harry Connick Jr.'