64 Real Life Stories That Sound Completely Made Up

As high school seniors, my best friend and I were failing English. The last day of school when everyone else had gone home we had to stay and take a test that would determine whether we graduated the next day. While we were taking the test the teacher was called on the intercom to come to the office for an emergency phone call. Needless to say we started cheating the moment that she stepped out of the class, but not long after she left we could hear her running down the hallway with a clicking of her high heels. She opened the door and said ”if you want to pass, come with me.“ Her husband was out of town and his prized bulls got out and were on the highway. We spent the rest of the day chasing bulls on three wheelers and having the time of our lives. And that is how I graduated high school.

I once woke up at 3:17 AM with an overwhelming urge to check on my elderly neighbor. I thought it was ridiculous - we barely spoke beyond polite hellos. But the feeling was so strong I couldn't ignore it. I found her collapsed in her garden, conscious but unable to get up. Turns out she'd been there for over an hour. To this day, I have no idea what made me wake up and think of her at that exact moment.

I was riding my bike down the street and a fish fell out of the sky and hit me right on the head.

We were at least 100 miles from any major body of water.

Two months after a layoff, I drove by a nice office building and said to my family, "It sure would be nice to work there, since it's so close to home." The very next day, a recruiter called about a job at that building. I interviewed there and got the job!

I was having a get-together at my place with some friends when I suddenly got chills up and down my spine and had to leave the room. Called my Step-Brother and just screamed “What are you doing?!?! Tell me right the now!”…

Saved him from taking a .45 ACP to his head.

He was three hours away, at our Family’s Cabin, having just downed a bottle of Everclear, sitting in his Truck with the gun in his hand when I called.

When I hung up after talking him down, I just collapsed to the floor and cried….

One day I was walking at sunset in my family’s ranch and saw a cat while walking up the hill to the house. I of course did the unthinkable and picked it up and put it in my shoulder (like a baby as it was a bit heavy) and then walked to the house (it was kinda dark) and when I got there my grandma and grandpa, i believe an aunt and cant recall if my mom see me with a bit of a shocked face.. it was a bobcat. The bobcat stayed around a bit after I put it down, we gave it a rib and there it went happily. The bobcat kept coming back. I did not feed or pick it up again. Nobody believes so I don’t even tell it. But it a 100% happened.

A close friend tragically died in his 20s in a plane crash. He had said a couple of times in passing to me that he wanted an Irish wake when he died, with people having a good time. 


When we pulled into the funeral parlor for his memorial service, we noticed that there was an Irish pub across the street. Coincidence? 


After the service, 13 of his friends, all in our 20s and 30s, walked across the street to the bar. We ordered 13 shots of Irish whiskey in memory of our friend. While the bar tender was pouring the row of drinks, the radio station playing over the bar sound system suddenly began playing Elton John's Funeral for a Friend. There wasn't a dry eye in the house.

I live in Austin, TX.
I am a night shift veterinary ER technician. In 2020, during the height of lockdown, I was behind our hospital one night at 4am walking a patient, a big bloodhound that had just had abdominal surgery. We were taking our time while he decided where to pee.

I saw what I initially thought was a stray dog walking down the railroad tracks behind the hospital maybe 20 yards and a chain link fence away from us. As it moved into the pool of light under a street lamp, it lifted its head and gazed at me, and I realized a couple things in quick succession: that I was looking at a mountain lion, and that I was standing alone in the dark with a large, injured dog.

He never broke stride or slowed down, just...gazed at us silently and kept on movin'...it was a kinda foggy, still night and the entire experience was just so atmospheric and utterly bizarre.

Absolutely no one believes me, but that's ok.

When I was 9-ish, I had a bedroom that was decorated insanely by the landlord. Bright pink flowered wallpaper and one wall had like 50 small, square-shaped mirrors on it that made one big mirror. My parents had put my bed against that wall making the mirror a sort of headboard.

One night, I woke up with the insane feeling that I needed to move. It was like someone quite literally spoke to me. “You need to move.” So I did. I grabbed my pillow and moved to the end of the bed, legs curled up close to my body. Not two minutes later half the little mirrors fell onto my bed right where my head would have been. Broken glass everywhere.

That was the first time I’ve ever experienced the “gut feeling” and one of my most vivid memories as a child. Or it was a ghost. If so, thanks ghost, my face isn’t horribly scarred.

A few years ago a big llama would show up out of nowhere the same time every afternoon for weeks. It would run laps around my house (and me if I was outside) and then it would disappear again. Nobody believed me. My friends were convinced I was playing the long game when it came to some weird prank they didn't understand. I knew nobody believed but I kept talking about it anyhow because when a big llama shows up and runs laps around you, you gotta tell somebody because it's too weird to keep to oneself.

I later learned that someone living nearby rescued a llama from a farm that couldn't care for him anymore. He built a pen for it way in the back of his property that wasn't visible from the road so nobody saw it when passing by his place. The llama learned how to open his pen and would let himself out when the owner would leave at the same time every afternoon. He'd cut through the bushes to get to my place, run around, go to the neighbors, run around their place while they were at work, run home, and then he'd let himself back into his pen and close the gate before the owner returned. The owner only figured it out when he forgot his wallet, returned home, saw the llama in the yard, thought the gate was broken, and went to go shopping for parts to fix it. I bumped into him and we started chatting and then suddenly everything made sense.

Waking up each day at exactly one minute before my alarm goes off literally every single day no matter what time it's set for. My internal clock is more accurate than my phone and honestly it's a little bit creepy.

After a very long day of interviews with a company 5 hours away, my soon-to-be wife and I are driving back home at around 9:00pm, and we're discussing how my interview went. I asked my wife if I should accept the job if I'm made an offer, and as soon as I did that, a car drove by us with a license plate that read "Go 4 It M". My name starts with M, so I felt like that was a message for me.


Both of my parents passed away, so I like to think it was their way of telling me what I should do.


Edit: Yes, I got the job.

I wanted to take a photo of a hummingbird, so I set up a hummingbird feeder, and waited around the entire day for one to show up (I worked from home and had my desk by the window). No bird, all day.

So then right as I was about to pack up and quit, I said f it… maybe if I just pick up my camera and aim it at the bird feeder, one will just appear.

Sure enough, one flew up just for that second and I got a dope picture of it. I think I believe in god now lol.

At 32, my fourth boyfriend died. 4 separate men I've dated died before I was 33. (I didn't end any of them, I swear.) They died 4 different ways. The last one was my soul mate. I seriously wonder if I'm the angel of death sometimes. With everything else I've been though, I wouldn't even believe someone who told me my story.

I had a lucid dream, age 13 or so. Dreamt I was over across town at my cousins house, and we walked in the woods. In the dream, at one point, I turned to see a large excavation. We both saw it and exclaimed to each other. We were not pleased with this intrusion into our woodsy realm.

Several weeks later, I happened to miss my bus home from school, so I decided to walk home with my cousin.

Of course we took a walk in the woods. I had what felt like a Deja Vu experience, as we came upon that spot, just as it was in the dream. I told him I had seen this before, in my dream.

So strange to have a prescient dream about such a meaningless thing. Just a big hole in the ground, - a storm sewer being built.

Was casually walking by a lake when a duck coming into land flew right into me. I was doubled over and the duck looked dazed by my feet. Then it quacked super loudly, bit my leg *really hard* then went off into the water. Nobody believes me that a duck flew into me then took revenge.

When me and my brother were kids and supposed to be in bed at night, but instead we were playing on the floor of our bedroom. I was around 5 at the time. I remember vividly looking up at the door and seeing a dark shadowy face and peering around the open door looking at us, with a hand on the door frame. As soon as it saw me looking at it, it pulled back and out of sight. I assumed it was one of my parents checking on us making noise so I told my brother and we jumped back into bed, expecting a telling off. When nothing happened after a few minutes, I was a bit confused and went downstairs to ask my parents, as something felt off. They said they hadn't been upstairs all night.... Cue me bursting into tears and my father checking all the bedrooms with a hammer. I saw it so vividly and known it wasn't a trick of the light or anything like that.

I’ve had quite a few but the most recent one was there is a local bookstore right by my workout studio and a few months ago I looked at it and got a really ominous feeling and thought “someone is going to get ended there” which I thought was a really weird thought for a bookstore.

A few weeks later, someone drove their car into the bookstore and someone died. Not sure how to explain it, but I’ve had psychic premonitions or visions for years now.

Not my story, my sister's. The main road of the town we grew up in had an old train track alley that ran parallel to it. The back doors to the businesses were on the alley side. No train had ever come down the tracks, at least not in our lifetime.

She came home one day saying her and a friend had walked down the alley, and in back of a Chinese food restaurant there was a bunch of animal traps. A flock of seagulls were pecking away on the ground around the traps. Eventually, one went in the trap. The trap slammed shut, and a moment later, a guy came out of the back door to the restaurant. He grabbed the whole trap, seagull inside it, and ran back in. As sis told this story, I laughed hysterically but my parents didnt. They tried to shame my sister, accused her of lying and promoting racist stereotypes. It got to the point where she was in tears & pleading, *I'm not lying. It really happened.*

A few days later, the front page of our towns newspaper ran a story about the restaurant getting closed down by the health department. The article stated there were allegations the restaurant was using "locally caught wild game." That was 30 years ago. My sister never let mom & dad hear the end of it: The time she said the absolute truth and they didn't believe her.

I had horrible anxiety for a good 24 hours. Then I found out my brother, who lived a thousand miles away, had died. My body somehow knew he was dying.