53 Of The Most Bizarre Things People Have Seen Or Experienced In Their Lives

I live with a chronic disease. I’ve had it since I was 9. My uncle passed away from it when I was 7 or so. I remember him, he was the coolest uncle. I was having a tough time one day when I was 14 or 15. So much so that I was ready to not keep going. I knew how I was going to do it and that it was going to happen that night. I cried myself to sleep that night. At like 3am, I woke up and sat up in bed. My uncle was sitting at my desk across the room, chair pulled out and everything. We had a casual conversation about life and why it was worth living.

Driving on a long dark road at night, I saw what I am positive was a white goat up on its hind legs, run across the road right in front of my truck. I know goats can walk on their hind legs, but this thing was flat-out running.

I did not stop to investigate further.

I lived with my grandfather for many years and eventually moved across an ocean from him and my family for university.

One night I remember waking up in a deep panic, feeling so sad I sat straight up and started sobbing, I swear I heard something whoosh over me, and I felt a little happier, the next morning my parents called to tell me he had passed away. I had woken up right at the exact moment, across oceans and continents, to say goodbye.

Loosing him was one of the hardest things I went through as a young person and it was harder because I never got to see him before he passed away so I am still so glad for that goodbye, but I have zero way of explaining it.

As a kid, my siblings and my dad were in a car driving home one day.

As we crossed a bridge to get over the freeway, out of nowhere, this BRIGHT red glowing ball of.... energy(?) Suddenly came zooming from behind us, flew rapidly straight at the mountain range we were driving towards, got right above the canopy of the trees, went left and right a dozen times and then shot straight up never to be seen again.

While this was going on, I pointed it out and everyone in the car saw it. No one can explain what it was, unless that was the most energetic ball lighting ever.

Saw an exact double of myself in a crowded place once. And it wasn't a mirror. Which is really hard to find because I have some very distinct features. I've never seen him again. That moment was weird.

My daughter when she was young used to say the name of this man that her father and I had never heard before. All the time she would talk about how she just talked to him or saw him. She'd say his first and last name. It wasn't until maybe a year after she started talking about this man, that we were visiting her great grandparents who live halfway across the country and were in town for Christmas, that we figured out who he was. It was a man who lived in their community and had passed on years before she was born. But, she spoke of him like a friend and even posted him out in a group photo!

I was home alone after school getting ready to meet some friends, so I was in the bathroom. We lived in the middle of the woods. Closest neighbors were literally miles away.

As I’m doing my makeup, I hear a loud crash sound from my parents’ bedroom down the hall. This was almost immediately followed by a sound that is best described as footsteps? It sounded like a heavy step, followed by a dragging sound. As if someone were dragging a leg behind them. I quietly closed and locked the bathroom door. The step got closer - it was legitimately like something out of a horror novel - step, draaaag, step, draaaag - closer and closer. I backed up into the shower where I quietly opened the window as the footsteps got closer. My parents pulled up at this time and I screamed at them that someone was in the house.

My dad ran inside while my mom stayed outside. It was a very small house, my mom didn’t see anyone run away, and my dad found nothing. Not even a sound to explain the initial crash sound. No windows or doors were opened or unlocked. To this day I have no idea what caused it.

To make things even creepier, my dad had found a really creepy looking rock a day or two before this. It resembled a skull. My mom told him to get it out of the house and he didn’t. So he tossed it back into the woods after this. Nothing ever happened like this again. I have no explanation and if I hadn’t experienced it I’d think it was someone’s poor attempt at writing a scary story.

This one is just stupid and bizarre but here goes...

I used to ride my heavy beach cruiser to amd from community college and my home, 7 miles each way. I'd take country roads on my way back to avoid residential and main streets. One day, as I was pedaling my beast home, I was just about to turn into the residential area from the country road when I saw a rusty old truck FULL of boxes of bananas rushing down the road with their blinker on to turn into the residential street I was about to turn onto.

This thing was literally STACKED with boxes of bananas- like a whole yard of bananas.

It was a big stack and he was driving 55, being on the highway, about to turn 90 degrees onto a 25mph street. I was watching the bananas, seeing this whole thing unfold at my 10mph (at best) pace, and was like "there's no way he's going to make that turn"

He slows at the last minute and whips around the turn... but it's too late.

Bananas go tumbling everywhere, all over the residential street.

I roll up - confused as hell - and offer to help picking up the bananas off the street. He obliges me, and after loading the last box of bananas back into his dusty old truck I finally managed to ask him "sooo....what's with the bananas?"

"I have a bunch of parrots" he answers with a straight face, like he's saying "cause water is wet".

I ask no further questions. He offers me several bunches of bananas in return for me helping him load the truck and drives off.

I put them in my front basket with my backpack and pedal the rest of the way home (taking extra caution on the corners of course).

The only reason I know it wasnt a dream is because I brought home those bananas and had to explain to my parents why the hell I was bringing a ton of green bananas home.

I was standing at a busy intersection in downtown San Francisco when I saw an Asian woman running up to people asking something, with people turning her away. When she approached me, she said “I don’t want any money, I just want to bless you. Please, let me bless you.” I shrugged, and said “Okay.” So she said a few words in a foreign language and touched my head, and she moved on.
Seconds later, I heard glass crashing to the street. A skyscraper had lost a window up high, and chunks of glass were falling from 20 stories up. A chunk landed on the bun in my hair, knocking it loose but not striking my head. Another chunk struck my parka where I had rolled up my sleeve, but not my elbow.
I have to wonder.

I woke up at like 5 am a few years ago to the sound of a cat yowling outside. I had 2 older cats at the time and it got their attention and agitated them; it just sounded like a cat in heat.

I laid there for a few minutes hoping it would stop, but it didn't. went on for almost 10 min by the time i was like, I'm gonna do something, like maybe I can chase them away or something; i thought about even bringing them inside and taking them to a shelter later but with my cats at the time, i opted not to take the risk.

I looked out the window to where the noise was and as soon as I drew the curtain back, the yowling stopped---there were 2 cats, sitting directly in the middle of my backyard and staring at my window. Just, sitting and staring quietly. One was a taller black cat, I assumed male, and a smaller black and white one loafing next to him. I watched them for a few minutes, then let the curtain drop and when I looked back a few minutes later they were gone, and i kind of just forgot about it.

I lost my older cats within a year of each other over the next 2 years. I was super bonded with the oldest one, and when a friend had a friend that need to get rid of kittens. I told her I'd be open to a pair, and to let me know, but I didn't want tabbies. I asked the friend to choose and she was nice enough to drive them to me and drop them off.

Now I have a black male cat and his sister, an adorable little black and white cat. I didn't even remember the other cats until i got the new ones home and settled in.

unsettles me sometimes when i think about it too much.

I have my own personal Mandela effect where I vividly remember that a hurricane three times the size of Katrina was to hit Chile. I can perfectly visualize social media graphics comparing the sizes and saying “Pray for Chile.” I remember in college wondering what ever happened because people stopped talking about it and I asked from friends and they had no clue what I was talking. Nothing in Google either.

I know I’m conflating a hurricane with, I believe, an earthquake that impacted Chile a few years ago; but the memory is so vivid to me that it’s like I remember this catastrophic event that no one else does.

I don’t believe that ghosts are real, but I can guarantee you this story is real and the goosebumps I got from this experience was real. I had recently gotten into 3D printing and printed some lithophanes. I wanted to take a picture of them to post on social media, but I wanted to have light shining through them from the back to accentuate how they look with light. So I wanted somewhere extra dark to take the pictures. The 3D printer was upstairs and I was up there anyway, so I decided I’d use the closet upstairs. I turned off all the lights, set the lithophane up on a shelf in the closet, put a tea light or something behind it. Still didn’t seem dark enough. So I shut the closet door and it was pitch black (with the exception of the small light of course). Perfect. Then suddenly I heard someone whisper into my ear, “Hey what are you doing?” It felt like they were literally right behind me. I turned around and swung open that closet door so fast, expecting to find my wife or one of my children standing there. No one. IF there had been someone outside the closet, they would have had to been moving fast to get down the stairs because I immediately opened up the door, and I would have heard them quickly bounding down the stairs. My skin filled up with goosebumps as a strange wave of what felt like fear came over me. I ran down the stairs so quick and found my wife in our bedroom doing some schoolwork on the computer. I grabbed her and told her to feel my arm and all the goosebumps before I explained what happened because I wanted her to understand just how truly freaked out I was. Still don’t know what it was. Haven’t had another experience like that since. And that was maybe 5 or 6 years ago. But I avoided that closet for months. I just got waves of fear every time I even looked at it for the longest time.

I've posted this before but will do again because it was so odd.

When I was about 13 (2001) we lived in the countryside on about 72 acres. It was the end of summer, trees still thick with foliage and a clear summer night. One night, while sitting in the sunroom upstairs overlooking our field, we were just discussing the day as a family when my sister stated "What is that?" while pointing at the tree line.

We all stopped and craned our necks to see a light green/blue light about 40ft up the trees moving from the right side of our field to the left. We watched silently as it then zipped fast towards the creek on our left and disappeared. You could see the tree branches as it went behind. We sat confused and to be perfectly honest a bit concerned as we had never seen that before. So chatter broke out hypothesizing on what it could have been when my brother exclaims "It's back".

This ball appears back along the trees and heads to it's starting position when it splits into two. These balls then begin switching places top to bottom and back again as they continue towards the right side of the field BEHIND the trees, or through them(?), all we know is you could see the silhouette of the trees branches.

This continued for what seemed a scary eternity of them darting from right to left of the field while maintaining roughly the same height in the tree-line.

Then as quickly as they appeared they reformed 1 ball, darted down to the creek and then disappeared.

It was weird. Unsettling. Probably ball lightning but again....it repeated this consistent path several times while separating and rejoining itself.

I have never seen anything like it before or since. Even talking about it now makes the hairs on my arms stand up.

My parents old house used to have some unexplained noises. Once I came home from work, my buddy was with me because we were going to a party after. I was going upstairs to change and from my bedroom a cassette came flying down the hall like it was thrown and hit the wall next to me. I grabbed a hammer from the basement and we went up to confront the burglar but nobody was there.

The cassette was Led Zeppelin "houses of the holy".

2013…. I’d frequent a bar by my apartment, “Rackdaddys” one night after we had a few, I went home, alone, about 2:30 am, laying on my bed, trying to go to sleep. I heard a crash in the living room, went to investigate,, a painting on the fireplace had fallen on the ground…. Thought, hmm that’s weird… put it back… went back to lay down, about 3 minutes go by… same thing, except louder noise… painting had fallen further, this time landing on the table, this time I was pretty freaked out… proceeding to put the painting back up, check the apartment to make sure I was alone… I was, checked the locks, both locked and bolted, the closets, shower, everything… went back to bed, layer down again, then I heard it a third time, the painting had been thrown again, this time on the couch, about 8 feet away…. I am still freaked out a little bit from it, it never happened again, I remember staying up all night, also checking to make sure they’re were no earthquakes in the area… there weren’t….

Was on a hike in the woods with my best friend, we stopped for a snack break and were quietly sitting watching the forest life sway in the breeze when suddenly from the base of a tree stump what could only be described as dark brown almost black pixie popped up and flew away. Looked like a tiny human with wings. My friend and I both saw it, looked at each other with "did you just see that face" , confirmed we both saw what we though we saw and then NEVER spoke of it again.

One night I felt someone sit on the end of my bed (I was in bed, but definitely not close to being asleep). They pressed down with their hand so the bed dipped a little first, then more as their weight came onto the mattress.

A few minutes later they got up and left.

There was no one else in the house, doors were locked, and the lights were still on in the hallway outside my bedroom so I know my door didn't open. My dog didn't stir, either.

Freaking weird.

I was driving in a rural area during a clear sunny day, stopped at one of the only traffic lights in the small town.

I just happened to be watching a lone pigeon flying while I was waiting for the light to turn green. The pigeon struck something in the clear sky as if there was an invisible object hovering in its path. The pigeon hit *something* mid flight like it was a wall and fell straight to the ground.

A few months after my wife passed away I was sitting outside around midnight drinking a beer, when a small misty cloud formed in front of me.

It stayed there for about 5 minutes then slowly dissolved.

I was driving to a store on a single lane road between the mountains and the ocean. There was a guy hitchhiking that I had tried to pick up before, but he said my car was too ugly to ride in, so I drove right by and he sneered at me. I got to the store about 10 min later and the guy was inside giving me that look as soon as I walked in. There were no there cars on the road. I had a passenger that also knew the guy and experienced the whole thing with me.