“I Still Think About It To This Day”: 52 Times People Witnessed Nearly Unbelievable Things

In my neighborhood there is a stray cat that hangs out with a huge possum. I see them regularly just walking around together, getting into trouble. No one else has seen this duo. I’m starting to wonder if it’s a reoccurring hallucination at this point.

I was hiking in Western North Carolina on a rainy afternoon. I had been hiking for a few hours and had not seen a soul. In the distance standing on the trail was the biggest buck I have ever seen. It was something out of Disney. He stood regally in the path ahead. I slowly approached him knowing he would bound away as soon as I got too close, but to my surprise he didn’t. He just stood there watching me. He had these giant antlers and I am 5 foot 6 and he towered over me! I talked gently to him as I approached and wished I had an apple or something to give him. (I have no clue if he would eat it or not lol). I reached my hand up to his nose to let him sniff me and he lowered his head and did. We just stood there looking at each other in the stillness. He then quietly walked into the woods. I felt such awe and wonder at being trusted and being given this special moment with a wild animal.

I saw a squirrel open a trash can, take out a chip bag, and then carefully close the lid again. i've tried to tell people we're witnessing the dawn of a new, more polite rodent civilization but nobody believes me.

At 3am on a Foggy hwy in country Australia at 100+kph the bumps in the road forced the bike to hit my behind. It sent me vertical. My helmet face touched the front wheel mudguard and my feet were over the handle bars. Luckily I could slightly throttle so the bike pushed forward and dumped me back onto the seat. I had a miracle save. But my nervous system wouldn’t let me hold still or get back onto the bike after I’d pulled over on this foggy road.

At which point a gorgeous Ring Tail Possum (normally pretty shy) walked past me and climbed a farm fence post instead of the tree next to it. The night was incredibly still and quiet so a whispered hi to her. She seemed curious so I approached her. She let me pat her! A completely wild possum (some in suburbs can be friendly with humans) and she seemed like she was sent right there and then. Just to calm me down. I patted and chatted quietly in the middle of the morning. Long enough to be distracted and fully calm down. At which point she wandered off into the fog. I managed to get back onto the bike and ride home unscathed.

Thanks to my Guardian Lil Possum.

I told my mates the next day and got told to ‘Have another pipe mate!’. It was pretty incredible.

A fox once gave me a wallet.

I was walking home after the pub one night, and i realized that on the other side of the street, there was a fox, keeping pace with me, and shadowing me as I walked. When I spotted him, he stopped and sat down on the edge of the curb. It was about this time of year, so quiet and cold and not much traffic in residential side streets.

Then he looked at me, scrambled up over a wall, scrabbled at the base of a tree, and came back with something in his mouth. Put it down on his side of the street. Backed off a few steps. Looked at me, looked back at the thing on the ground. Looked back at me. Sat down again. Waited.

I crossed the street and collected the wallet. Not much in it, but an old expired library card and a couple of other cards. Nothing I could really use to return it (& the wallet wasn't in great shape).

So, I took it home with me, and the fox followed me almost to my door, looking at me from time to time. Never did figure out if there was something else I was supposed to do for the little guy.

In elementary school, while I was on the playground, I picked up a small stone from the ground. About 20 meters away there was an old concrete wall with a tiny hole in it. I told myself that if I threw the stone, I would definitely hit that hole. I threw the stone as hard as I could, and it flew the whole distance and landed directly in the hole. I called my friends who were standing nearby to come and see it. None of them believed me. I still think about it to this day :).

I once went to an eye and ear hospital to get my ears cleaned. It was really early - maybe 8am. Anyway I'm waiting in the emergency room and POW, the door flies open and a guy dressed in like a long religious frock (greek or russian orthodox perhaps?) comes charging through the door, bleeding from the eye sockets, then disappears into the next room.
I was shaken as it was surreal AF. Maybe 20 second later, POW, the same door opens and a SECOND priest in the same garb runs through, also bleeding from the eye sockets.
What in the name of exorcisims-gone-wrong did i witness? I swear that this is true and not exaggerated.

I hardly ever tell people this because it sounds like such a load of bollocks that a 10 year old would make up, but one day I was looking around a castle in Germany (Spandau Citidel), and there was a guy teaching archery classes with a bunch of youngfellas. On my final passby he was packing up on his own and I asked if I could have a go, he said yes and I hit the bullseye first and only try. I was delighted with myself, but I also thought about how if I tell people it sounds so made up and a particularly pathetic lie to make up about yourself as well.

When I was a young girl, I went to a week long sleep away camp. One of the nights, they had a Native American person come out and teach us some history and tell us stories. This was at the main all-camp area. And then around the campfire we did these chants/dancing to call/bring forth deer. We sang for what felt like forever. It was fun and energetic. Then on the way back to our tent areas, there was a bit of a walk. We it was a clear night, so we turned off our flashlights and our group continued the chants as we walked. As we got to a darker passage on the trail, an entire herd of deer 15-20 ran out in front of us. Now it wasn’t uncommon to see one or two, but a pack of girls, singing loudly should have scared all away. Like we shouldn’t have seen them at all. For them to dart in front of us as we were chanting the deer calling chant! 😮 We all stood stunned and in awe! I truly hadn’t thought the chanting was anything more than a bit of fun, and my atheist mind says that’s all it was…but! That was something.

I found -- and lost -- a gold nugget on the American river when I was a courier. I had dropped off a package in the area, and stopped by the American river to soak my feet before heading back to San Francisco. I went poking around the base of a boulder and in the lee side of it, I found a gold nugget about the size of a mechanical pencil eraser. In terms of dollar amount, it was probably worth about $50, max. It wasn't a rich find, but it was pretty neat! I put it in a tape cassette box for safe keeping... and never saw it again.

That was over 30 years ago. I've told people about this at least a dozen times, and no-one -- not even my wife! -- has ever really believed me. On the one hand, I understand why. It's a 'the fish that got away' type story, but dammit! It happened!

Oh well. I have the memory of finding it to put a smile on my face. (And the memory of losing it to wipe the smile off. haha)

ETA: I didn't expect this to blow up like it did. Thanks! (and Reddit is weird.) 🙂.

Angels.

I had spinal surgery when I was 15 and ended up with a nasty infection. Things got a bit chaotic early one morning and I remember they were waiting for Mum to arrive before taking me to surgery again. I knew something serious was happening but not all the details, and for the first time I started to feel scared.

A man and a lady came in to my room, wearing clean white clothes, a bit like scrubs but white. The man was took my hand and looked in my eyes and told me I was very sick but I was going to be ok. I asked if he was a doctor. He replied he wasn't, but said "we're here a lot". The lady put her hand on my forehead and said I was brave, and that I could rest and they'd stay with me. And then they just stayed with me, not speaking, and I wasn't scared at all and it didn't seem weird at the time. I don't know how long this took - at least 45 minutes because that's how far we lived from the hospital, but then the lady said "your Mum's here, we'll leave you with her". Around 10 minutes later Mum came in. I asked her if she'd spoken to the nice man and lady, because when they said she was "here", I assumed they could see her at the nurses station and went to speak with her which is why she hadn't come in straight away. She hadn't seen or spoken to anyone, and had come straight to my room as fast as she could from the carpark.

Even if they were an infection-induced hallucination, they provided me with a sense of calm and reassurance that I was going to be ok that I needed at that time.

My Dad and I were putting away groceries when a German cockroach crawled out of a bag and ran off the counter and went under the refrigerator. He quickly lifted the full size, completely stocked refrigerator and told me to grab the roach which was apparently too stunned to move. I did as I was told. My Dad was 6' 4", muscular and had been a Midwestern dirt farm boy who picked up stone masonry as another trade. He was 44 at the time, so he was probably at the height of his strength. Some people disbelieve me, but they don't know how big and strong American farmers can be. And they also can't believe a farmer's daughter understood the assignment: smash the cockroach even if it means squishing it in your hand. I got a quick smile as a reward. He got my lifelong admiration.

I got you one better. We were living in LA. We had a hummingbird feeder with a couple of regulars.


One day I see a hummingbird with half a head. He's flying, he's drinking, he's beating up the other birds like a normal hummingbird. He just has half a head. The skin is black and I could see the emerald green tiny feathers overlapping the edge of the scar. The void is from centerline top of his head to right above where his ear would be. Just gone. Like a someone had taken a cartoon bite out of him. 


I told my partner. He was the poster child for doubt. Half a head? Nah it must have been a shadow or something. I saw him multiple days, and still doubt.


Until one day I hear this strangled yawp of a yell like he's been stabbed. And then I hear, 


"HE'S GOT HALF A HEAD!".

When I was 12 years old, I went to what is basically summer camp. First time without my parents or strict supervision at the beach, so I rushed into the water full of excitement. Of course I forgot to leave my glasses ashore and lost them after a couple of minutes. I told the other handful of kids from my group what happened, they helped looking for my glasses for a minute, before all of us realising how pointless it was. I had a breakdown crying, because I realised that I'm gonna be basically blind for the foreseeable future. I have very bad eyes, so an optician can't quickly cough up a replacement. The other kids were discussing calling for help, but it was a slow day at the beach and we walked quite far off from the main area. Since there were only a handful of people in earshot anyway, we decided it's futile.
After I stop crying, the other kids walk me back to our caretakers down the shore.
Some random kid in the water yells in surprise: "A pair of glasses just swam into my hands"
They were mine. Completely intact, not even scrached, 20 minutes after I lost them.
We told our caretakers and they didnt believe us, neither did my parents, or my friends at home.

The profound, existential sadness in the eyes of a squirrel that dropped its nut. We made eye contact. We understood each other.

A full 360* rainbow at Victoria Falls on the Zambezi River, when the shear volume and force of the falling water caused a thick mist to rise back up from the river, creating an upside down rainbow that joined almost perfectly with the rainbow that was created by the falling water, to create a perfect rainbow circle….

Platypus in the wild.

Saw a squirrel successfully use a crosswalk. waited for the light and everything. i've told people and they just give me that "sure you did" look.

To begin with-- I'm an atheist and a sceptic. I don't believe in the afterlife or ghosts. I believe there was a non-supernatural explanation for what happened, but I'm at a loss.

So I was on vacation with my boyfriend in Buenos Aires. We stayed at a relatively non-descript modern-looking boutique hotel. One night, I woke up because the room had gotten terribly cold. I look up, and standing at the foot of my bed and looking right at me was a soldier, dressed in a unform like you'd see in pictures from the 1700 or 1800s-- with a colored sash, and a fairly ornate hat.

I'm still waking up -- but also frozen in fear -- and so I'm telling myself I'm still dreaming, that I've woken up before from a bad dream quite a few times and I'll do what I always do-- reach over wake up my boyfriend, who will groggily reaffirm that everything's ok and we'll fall back asleep.

So I reach over and start shaking him, saying his name with increasing urgency. He starts to wake up-- but before I can get a single word out, he glances at the foot of the bed, right where I see the soldier standing. He jolts straight up in bed, eyes wide... and unleashes a guttural scream that I will remember until my last day.

We grab each other, and then the man kind of... disappears in a woosh... is the best way I can describe it. Like he dissolves into the shadows. We're still sitting there, clinging on to each other. I say "what did you see?!" and he says "a colonial solider..." and describes the hat and the sash and everything else exactly as I saw.

We end up talking to a staff person about the history of the hotel. Turns out, the hotel was once a hospital for wounded officers during one of the wars in the 1800s.

Thinking about that scream and look on his face still gives me chill bumps.

I remember being in my crib. I was probably 1 or 2. I remember my pj’s with bunnies on them and my bedroom curtains had little lambs and ducks on them. I know I was that age because we moved to a different house when I was just about to turn 2.