30 People Share The Strangest Unexplainable Things That Have Happened To Them

My wife calling my name, nothing unusual about that, except that I did not hear it with my ears, as I was listening to Led Zeppelin's "In My Time Of Dying" on the stereo, and it was cranked up. I heard it in my mind. I walked to the bathroom as I knew my wife was taking a bath. I found her face down in the water, she was unconscious, having suffered an epileptic seizure. Fortunately, I found her in time.

I was 6 and my brother was ten. We had a 21 year old foster brother who lived with us off and on. One night I woke up to see him standing in the doorway of my room, checking on me. I said his name in a questioning voice. He said, “It’s okay. Go back to sleep.”

Around the same time, my brother woke up in tears. He said he’d had a dream about a knight standing on a hill, and it made him feel very sad.

Turns out our brother died in a car crash that evening.

Every year on my birthday for the first 20 years of my life I woke up at the exact time I was born. 5:56am EST.

When I was stationed in the UK I woke up at 10:56am and thought, "huh, broke the streak..." until I realized I was 5 hours ahead...

Let me preface this with my morning routine: Wake up at 4:30 am. Out the Door by 5:15 am. Clock in at work 5:5x am. Never fails unless major traffic incident on the highway. Anyhow, one morning this past August, I am out the door as usual, minimal traffic on the road. Boss calls half way through my commute, "Hey, you coming in?" and I say "Yeah, why do you ask?". Boss "well its 6:30 am and you usually call if you're going to be late". I look at my dashboard and yup. It's 6:30am. Somewhere between leaving my door and getting on the road I lost about 1 hour.

Edit: Alright guys, your replies are scarier. Absence seizures, Carbon Monoxide, Secret DST, Alzheimer’s.
Edit 2: Not Daylight Savings. Happened this past August.

Edit 3: I am taking your advice and visiting my GP for a check-up and referral.

Growing up my brother beat the s**t out of me constantly. Like, cut eyes, bloody noses, police called beatings.

One day at the library I was reading a book about some tribe who believed you could go into people's dreams and cast a sickness on them. So I did all the pre-dream ground work described in the book and that night I went to sleep and had a dream.

In the dream I was at one end of a long road and my brother was at the other end. I lifted my hand and pointed at him, "I cast a sickness on you."

The next day we're watching TV and he said, "I feel like s**t."

"You have mono." I don't even know why I thought of that, but it was the first thing that came to mind.

"F**k you b***h" was all he said and the conversation was over.

A week later it turns out he DID HAVE MONO.

I was freaked out. I was pretty sure I was a witch and would burn in hell.

Now that I'm not 15 and an idiot, I assume it was just the creepiest coincidence ever.

My close friend lived in NYC, and she was driving with some cousins and got in an accident. This is about 2 am Sunday morning, I'm dead sleep. I dreamt the entire crash, and the scream from when they hit the median woke me up. It sounded like she was right next to me, screaming in my ear. As i got my phone to call her and check, she called me. I told her bits and pieces of what i had seen, but she figured i had guessed everything.

Until i described the dress she had on, and she freaked out because she had never shown me the dress, she had just bought it, and i even knew there's was a tag still on it.

I driving down the highway about 3am when a semi truck pulled alongside me then swerved into my lane running me off the road and down a very steep incline. I remember going over I gunned the engine Why I don't know), but as I was going downhill I kept telling myself to step on the break. I couldn't move it was like someone was holding my foot down. Then I heard this voice tell me ok now you can step on the break. Neither my infant daughter nor myself were injured and the only damage to the car was a hole in the oil pan. Both the tow truck and the highway patrol officer was incredulous that I didn't roll the car. They told me if I had tried to stop any sooner than I did I would have probably [end] us both.

Oh okay. This one scarred me for a couple of months.

When I was in high school, a guy and I got into an argument, he socked me in the jaw, and started to fall to the floor. When I hit the floor, I instantly transported to a dinner table at which I was an adult. There was a woman sitting across from me, with a toddler boy and a preteen girl. I got a good look of my surroundings; a relatively modern house, with what looked like two floors. I felt like I belonged here, like I had some sort of emotional connection with all the people in the room (especially the kids). Then, the woman (my wife?) asked me a question. When I opened my mouth, I threw up all over the table and woke up in a stretcher in an ambulance.

Hours later, I found out I just had a minor concussion. For a while, i felt like I left a part of my life behind; even if it was only for a bleak moment in that world. To this day, I can still clearly remember all their faces and what the house looked like.

Ghost car.

I worked the overnight shift at an AM radio station back in the 90s. Saw a car come down the driveway to the parking lot. Went out to see who it was and the car was just gone.

I would have seen if it had turned around or backed out.

Thought I was going nuts until the announcer strolled out of the studio and said "What happened to that car?".

In my hometown area there is a ghost story about a large grey bull that roams the local farms and bellows when seen only to vanish into thin air.

When I was a boy in the scouts I heard that story at a meeting and it made my blood run cold and gave a distinct taste of salt in my mouth. One of my earlier memories was being in the bottom of our fields at home and walking back uphill towards our house, I looked up and in front of me was a gigantic greyish-blue bull standing between me and the house. I had never seen it before and we didn't have cows, so when it bellowed I turned tail and ran down through the field. When I looked back behind me, in a wide open field with nowhere to go, it was gone. My grandmother didn't believe me of course, but years later she was our den mother, and when that story was being told I looked up at her across the room and she was already looking at me and white as a ghost.

I stole a picture from one of the historic houses in old town San Diego on Halloween for fun with my girlfriend. Picture was painted in the 1800's. It was Jesus praying in a hallway, upon closer examination there was an alternate black devil looking Jesus hidden I the shadows of the painting. Took it home and put it in the closet.

Randomly on nights I would smell the worst smell in the world and wake up and see what looked like a black smoke cloud. I moved three times and still saw the same shut. Finally my roommate saw the same thing so I knew I wasn't crazy.

Long story short. I brought the picture back to where I got it and told one of the employees what I did and apologized and she replied "don't worry they always come back to us"

I saw my mom holding my baby sister in her arms and taking her to bed. Not weird, right? My mom was still pregnant with my sister at that time. I went to kitchen and saw her still in there. Still pregnant. I didn't even bother going to bedroom to see who just went in there. Just nope. Stay in living room and mind my own business.

There are two.

And if I told people who know me this, they would just laugh and think I was pulling their leg.

When I was a little kid I could see into the hallway that connected my room to the house. it was a short hallway, maybe 8 feet long.

I just happened to wake up for whatever reason, and an orb of light SHOT down the hallway, literally in a flash. It was so fast, all I could tell was it was an orb of light.

At first I thought it was a reflected car headlight or something, but we live WAAAYYY out in the country and there were no cars in the drive where. Plus there was no way light could reflect back into that hallway (three walls of the house are embedded in the hill, very energy efficient).

The 2nd was about 8 years ago. I had a job as a security guard in a hundred plus year old building. A cop had been shot to death on the stairs 60 years ago, and the stairs are about 6 feet from my watch desk in the center of the middle floor of this building.

We were open until midnight each night, and usually no one came in, but the staff sometimes worked late. So when I heard someone walking down the stairs (HUGE wooden stair well that terraces and splits to go up another level) I didn't really think anything of it.

The footsteps stop at my desk, so I close my shift report and look up. Nothing. No one, no thing, no change, nada....

I thought I was hallucinating due to lack of sleep, so I played along with my delirium. I went back to filling out my report. On a lark I said " I have no idea what you looking to do, but were both stuck here. If you don't mind, I have a report to fill out, please excuse me."

About ten seconds later, the steps started away from me going back up the stairs. I was terrified, way to scared to actually look back up.

But after that, I never had another issue in the building. Weird.

Was I freaking out, or did I crack up a 60 year dead cop ghost? Who knows, really....

Nothing too crazy, but definitely creeped my wife and I out:

We have a Wii. The sensor bar is on the TV stand directly in front of the TV... as is anyones...

We dont have the cord wrapped up or anything it just hangs behind the TV in a jumble.

One night we were watching TV cuddling on the couch, when suddenly, the Wii sensor bar literally flies across the room til it got to the end of its length and fell to the floor.

Like someone had grabbed it and chucked it across the room.

We could find no explanation for this whatsoever. We had a cat and a dog at the time but cat was sleeping in another room, and dog was on the couch with us.

We did have several birthday cards on top of the TV on display and one of them was on the ground, so the only thing I could think was that somehow we missed the card falling and it hit the cord and viola!

I tried for 10 minutes to throw that card as hard as I could at that cord and it didnt even move the bar from its place on the TV stand.

Eventually we just chalked it up to "WTF?!" and moved on, but it was definitely weird.

It's been long said that there is a curse on my family. Sometimes, I'm inclined to believe it. We've had countless tragedies. One night, I had a dream that I was picking wild flowers in a field. Four tornados from every direction came at me. I woke up with a fever. I started having lady pains that my doctor thought was a uti, I was given rounds of antibiotics. I'd get better and then get sick again. I started wasting away until the day my sister came over got me cleaned up and carried me to her car and brought me to the hospital. They did an ultrasound and found a large mass on one of my ovaries. Surgery was planned immediately.

I remember waking up in the hospital room and all around me were shadows, but comforting ones. The doctor came in and was dumbfounded as to why it happened, he said it was like concrete around my ovary. I went home but I couldn't sleep. My mother still felt something was off. She made an appointment with a medicine man, we are indigenous.

He knew nothing before hand and smoked a pipe and prayed. He said a dark woman threw tobacco she cursed in my path and I stepped on it. He pointed to my left side which is where the infection was. He said you still feel it don't you? I said, yes. He had me lay down and used these bones and placed them over my left side. He started to vomit a yellow substance. He smudged me with sage and gave me teas to drink. It was over.

The weirdest part? The doctor told me the infection over my ovary was yellow in colour. I never had problems like that again. That night I went home and slept for 12 hours.

Our family knows who did it, their family have hated ours for many decades. It was over a man. The woman who did it is now dead. Good riddance.

When I was a child, while waiting for the bus I was very nearly attacked by the biggest, blackest, meanest dog I have ever seen, until an equally big white dog came out of nowhere to my defense while I ran back inside. It has made me think a lot about angels and demons, and I have never been sure what to believe since it happened.

When I was 19 and my best friend was 20 (we are nearly 40 now), we were driving back to my house after visiting someone at work. We were on a somewhat busy road. It was getting dark but wasn't quite dark yet. There were street lights and business lights everywhere so visabilty was still great. This road was 3 lanes in each direction and there was a concrete median dividing the traffic. I was in the left lane next to the median, and a traffic light was coming up. I saw a man standing in the median a good way before where the cross walk for the light would be. It instantly made me nervous. As soon as I thought that, he stepped out to cross the street. My best friend and I both instantly braced for impact as I slammed on my brakes. We went through him. We didn't hit him and because there was a car to my right I wasn't able to swerve out of my lane to avoid hitting the man. I looked in my rear-view and there wasn't anyone there. I had come to a complete stop and we physically turned around in our seats to see how he had jumped out of the way. There was no one there and no way he could have ran off or hidden anywhere that fast. We both turned toward to each other and almost in sync asked each other "did you see that man". We both saw the same thing. A man(couldn't decribe his face, but it was a man's form and both of us remember being confused as to why be was wearing a white robe, and both being terrified that he stepped out in front of us, like he was commiting suicide. I had a baby in the back seat. She was about 3 months old. She had been crying diring the drive and went silent when we came to a screeching stop which added to the weirdness of it all. We still bring it up occasionally and neither of us can come up with an explanation for what we saw other than something supernatural. Also, we both saw the white cloth fling across the windshield, like he was hitting it. But there was no impact, nothing. It was like he went through the car.

When I was a teenager, multiple times I could've sworn that I heard a woman calling for help during the evening while I would be standing outside of my parent's house. It was always just loud enough though that I would stop what I was doing to listen and then dismiss it after I didn't hear anything else. I mentioned it to my friend at the time in passing, he got all serious and told me he had thought he heard the same thing on multiple occasions while leaving my parent's house. We got all freaked out and were thinking it was some weird x-files thing. Now that I'm older, know how f****d up the world is, and reflect on the fact that my hometown had meth problem I feel like it's much more probable that it was actually domestic violence. Now I just feel bad that I may have heard someone who actually needed help and dismissed it as "just hearing things", and I feel even worse thinking about the fact that I probably couldn't have done anything to help even if I had taken it seriously.

I'm not quite sure what to classify this as. People I've spoken with about this experience have theories that it could be anything from a lucid dream, to the bizarre and supernatural.

My in-laws annually rent a cottage in the summer for the whole family to come together. My wife is from a family of 3 boys and a girl, and most everyone is married with kids. Needless to say the cottages are typically quite large, and even then things get cozy.

That said it was just another night in a new place. The bedroom we had faced the front of the house, and was right above the porch. it was one of those structures where the steep slant of the roof affected the upper rooms, and we were right under the steeple. It's well after midnight and everyone is settling down for bed. I think my wife had dozed off an hour or so prior (as she usually does), and I was left to my own devices.

I was feeling tired after reading and decided to tuck in for the night. Lights out, book down - good night. Here's where things that a bit odd.

A handful of hours later, likely in the 3am 4am time slot I woke up with a start. Not entirely unnatural as I fall into either a feather light sleep, or the type of sleep that could survive a Tornado. Across from me, tucked in just under the lowest part of the roof slant is a large man. Now my youngest brother-in-law stands at 6'4" and is a heavy-set dude. At a glance this is who I thought was standing in the room.

I sit up in bed and look at him. Confused I say "Andy, what are you doing in here?" The longer I look at this person the more I realize it couldn't possibly be my brother-in-law. Forget the creep factor of if it was him, this would then be a completely different story...

The reasons I concluded that this was not him were as follows:

1. The angle of the roof appeared to intersect with the upper torso of the figure, yet I somehow felt as if I could perceive the entire figure. It was like looking at a really trippy optical illusion. I could see the full person, but my brain also in some way identified that it was impossible to visualize someone as large as I thought I was seeing, when the only clearance that portion of the room offered was 4 feet max.

2. The second reason was that the clothing was off, the face was heavily bearded, and....well s**t the face looked like it was decaying. The second I became aware of this I felt a wave of incredible terror wash over me. I swear to whatever God you do or do not believe in that this thing turned toward me in what seemed like slow motion - and then faster than I could perceive it was right next to the bed. I remember nothing more of the night after that.

Want to up the creep factor? Sure why not.

My mother-in-law a true blooded Hungarian, whom I often jest is a gypsy - is sitting across from me having breakfast the next morning. She looks at me and quietly asks "What can you tell me about your visitor last night?"

I had no words. I eventually told her what little I remembered, and she just smiled and nodded. We never spoke of it again.

**tl;dr - either ghosts are real or I'm crazy as f**k! Also gypsy mother-in-laws are not to be trifled with.**

**edit:**

Several folks wanted some follow up with the MIL, and as promised here are the new details.

She originally asked me about the visitor because (she swears she told me this, and may well have, as I mentioned it was at a cottage and after this experience copious amounts of alcohol was relied on to ensure I slept soundly for the remainder of the week) she saw the visitor too.

She has worse eyesight than me, and what she describes to me is more of a vague silhouette than what I saw. Apparently shortly after seeing this she heard me speaking in my room (that would have been me asking what I thought was my BIL what he was doing in my room). Her "gut feeling" was that I saw what she saw.

She is searching for the address to look into it further, but her gut tells her that something happened in the house. Now I say gut but she's a big believer in the supernatural. The first day we met she commented on my "aura", and regularly spouts feelings of some sort or another on future events. Sometimes she right, sometimes she's not. I tend not to judge and just accept her beliefs as a part of who she is.

This happened when I was either 8 or 9. It involves a weird incident with my twin brother, and for a long long time afterwards I thought I had dreamt it.

So it was early evening after the sun had gone down, and I was downstairs in the living room watching tv. My brother was up in our bedroom reading. At some point this really uncomfortable feeling came over me, and I thought that my brother needed my help. I go upstairs, and our bedroom at the time was at the end of the hallway. As I walked down the hallway, and I'm standing right outside our door and right as I go to knock I hear a voice say "I have to leave now".

He opened the door said "I think someone was outside the window talking to me, but I the only thing I heard was that they had to leave." We were both creeped out, and told our mom what happened, but nothing ever came of it.

For a long long time I thought I had dreamt this, but a few years ago my brother asked me "Hey, remember that time when we were kids and someone was talking to me through the bedroom window? Remember how he left right when you came in the room? What the hell was that?"

Because he remember it exactly the way I do I'm convinced this really happened.