There are some experiences that don't quite add up, no matter how many times we replay them in our heads. Even when it's a mere matter of not having all the facts, the sense of mystery surrounding some stories take on a life of its own.
Plus, in some cases, there is really no clear logical explanation, and so the mysterious person we came across, or the blinding light we encountered in the road becomes a mythic memory of sorts.
People jumped on a popular Reddit thread to share the experiences they still look back on in confusion, and it runs the gamut from scary to straight-up puzzling.
1. From OP:
I was just out on my porch having a smoke and observing the neighborhood when I saw a woman two streets down who was walking casually on the sidewalk until all of a sudden she shrieked loudly and started sprinting down the street with a panicked look on her face.
I watched her run for about four seconds before she went out of view, but she seemed quite determined in whatever she was doing. It kind of bugged me that I will most likely never know what the hell sent her into overdrive like that, and it got me wondering about what other weird things people have seen, but never quite figured out.
My girlfriend and I were in San Francisco by Fisherman's Wharf. A guy and girl about 16-17 years old were walked by us. They both had a long string in their hand that was attached to a book that they were dragging on the ground behind them. It looked like the same copy of the book for both of them. They were just pulling on the string and dragging the book around. Eventually, they went up some stairs with the books flopping behind them. If anyone knows why I would appreciate an explanation.
Spent the night outside on a trampoline, and as is bound to happen, woke up sometime in the early morning. I didn't want to be a dick and wake my friends up at like 6 just because I was bored and couldn't fall back asleep, so I just stared up at the sky.
I was watching a plane fly by in the sky, at least I believe it was a plane, but after about 2 minutes the damndest thing happened. It just stopped, in mid-air, and stayed there. To be honest, it was too far away for me to identify it, but it had been flying to the left, leaving one of its con-trails or whatever they're called, and it just stopped.
It may have been flying towards me or perfectly in the opposite direction, which would be an acceptable explanation I suppose. But I kept watching it just hang there for about 5 minutes, and then it split off into two pieces and took off in different directions, one heading towards the ground and the other flying off to the right. I have no idea what happened, and unless this is a common thing that I'm just ill-informed about, I doubt I ever will.
Not my story, but the story of the Paramedic who was teaching EMT classes that I took.
He once got called as an EMT, along with police and fire crews, to the scene of a man who was going to jump off of a building in the city. The man in question is on the roof of an 8-10 story building, and everyone is set up in the street in front of the building.
The man yells "you can't stop me" and runs to the side of the building where people are not prepared (an alleyway) and jumps, feet first. He rolls out of the jump as he hits the ground, and runs away while dripping blood. Everyone was so shell shocked that by the time they started going after him, he was long gone.
Last fall, I was in the kitchen making dinner when I heard, "Get down motherf*cker!" Not one to argue with that kind of suggestion, I dropped to my knees and crawled over to the window where I saw two cops, guns drawn, arresting a dude in my--fenced in--backyard. I watched the whole arrest go down, saw at least 4 cruisers, an ambulance and a firetruck on my extremely quiet street. My fence was busted open (no real damage, but definitely kicked open) but I have no idea what happened. (Other than some guy had a very bad day and I got a good "I live in the hood" story.)
I worked at McDonalds when I was a freshman in high school, and one night an older couple came inside. The man was nondescript in his 50's. The woman, in her 50's as well, had blond dry hair that was a bit stringy. Their attire wasn't abnormal.
I was running the front counter and the drive-through at the same time. I handed the woman her food then she and, what I presume to be her husband, walked away. I began closing things up, it was almost closing time. I turned around and there was the woman again standing alone in the lobby.
"Come here," she said as she waved me closer. I got closer and closer and when I was within reach she grabbed my hand. She wasn't forceful, I was just taken by surprise. Her brow furrowed and her stare was intensely focused on my eyes.
She said my name which was followed by, "do not let them get you down. Never let them get you down." She repeated my name again and let go of my hand. All I could say was, "Okay, I won't." I had no clue what the f*ck she was talking about. After she walked away I noticed something that still creeps me out. I had forgotten to put on my name tag.
I still have no idea what she meant.
A few weeks ago, I did an astoundingly stupid thing: I drove a friend to a different city and drove back (about 150 km each way) without having my wallet on me. Halfway back, my gas tank hits zero and I'm forced to park in the middle of nowhere winter in Quebec. It is night, and it's cold. There are no lights, only open fields of snow for miles each way. I call a friend to come bail me out who lives about 45 KM from my marooned location and wait there patiently for more than an hour when I see a man walk mere feet away from my passenger door who makes a B-line straight into the fields, into the darkness.
I have no idea who or what he was or what he was doing in the dark, out in the middle of nowhere and most importantly, why he didn't take notice of my car.
Surreal sh*t man.
I was 17 and had just moved to a shady area of Oakland, CA from a suburban Ct town. Some friends I had made in Berkeley dropped me off a couple blocks away from the shady motel that my sister and I were renting by the week. I had to cross a 5 or 6 lane road and take a right at the corner and cross another 5 or 6 lane road. As I am crossing the second road I see a big black dude walking towards the same corner as I am almost on an intercepting route (I hope I'm explaining this right).
Now, I'm a little white looking (5'4", 115 at the time) guy and am internally sh*tting bricks because the guy whom I'm about to walk right up to is visibly distressed and cursing and moving his arms almost in a punch swinging way, but toward the ground. He's all like "sh*t, mother f*cker, sh*t, Imma kill that b*tch, motherf*cker, sh*t"....etc.
My new friends from the area had told me it was important to not show fear or aggression in my neighborhood if I wanted to avoid trouble, so I did just that. I continued to walk at the same pace until we both reached the corner when...huge dude justs stops his rant, stares at me and says "What up little white homie?" and continued his rant as he walked away.
It was just a weird and surreal experience.
True story, I hesitate to even share this because there is no way anyone besides me and the people that experienced it would believe it.
I am not schizophrenic and no other major events like this have occurred since.
I was messing around with brainwave entrainment with a 42Hz frequency after I read a study about Buddhist monks brainwaves shooting up into the gamma band ~40Hz
I meditated each night for about two weeks using this cd I made using a binaural beat entrainment program at 42Hz.
Each day things got weirder. I tripped out into space and stopped meditating using the CDs but the effects didn't wear off.
Assuming things were hallucinatory other people who were babysitting me co-hallucinated. I was in a dream-like state and called my girlfriend at the time on a cell phone and she remembers the conversation, but neither of our cellphone logs showed a call actually occurred.
Other people in my family reported weird noises an occurrences waking up from dream-like states to the sound of thousands of doors opening and closing.
I made comments about the commercials on the TV being weird as sh*t, and when pointed out others noticed this too. There was a commercial or something where neo from the matrix knocked on the inside of the glass from the TV, and the noise it made sounded real. It freaked my sister out enough to turn off the TV. They still have memories of these strange occurrences.
Other weird things like the intuition the phone would ring and not to answer, I would blurt out what I was thinking and then the phone would ring. No caller ID data, no message left. This scared several people in my family.
Lots of other weird stuff happened that just make no sense, my grandmother's mailbox and grass were set on fire by someone (I was under constant supervision so it wasn't me).
The ball kept rolling off a cliff.
I began experiencing hallucinations worse than any LSD trip I've ever heard of. I started flipping through what I perceived as different layers of the multiverse each one just as real as this one. I had a different body in each layer and my awareness was moving in and out of different ones, it became hard to keep up with the different dynamics of each reality as each one different conversations were going on with the same people, different sets of occurrences.
I freaked out but tried not to outwardly show it, and just go with the flow and act cool. I started seeing many realities at once and saw my body was like a thousand armed buddha statue, intersecting an onion layered like a multiverse structure. Eventually, my awareness was split in separate worlds simultaneously a leg in one, an arm in another, different visual stimuli from different eyes, different audio feeds from different ears, the sound of massive feedback like a mic into a speaker when I tried to talk. I couldn't even get up to take a piss and wound up urinating all over myself because I could not coordinate my body parts across the different realities.
Eventually, everything coalesced back to normal but it took several weeks during which time I barely got any sleep.
None of us talk about it, it's as if it never happened.
I was working a ride at an amusement park. The park had just opened and I was starting to get my first guests in line. Then I see it out of my booth window. I swear to you, it was a kid, but his eyes were completely black and he had a strange, almost evil, grin that was black as well. He was alone and walking in the queue to the entrance.
I get out of my booth and load my ride, half expecting a blind kid. However, I couldn't find him in my line. I couldn't even find a kid that looked like what I just saw. I chalked it up to the shadows playing tricks on my eyes, but to this day it still creeps me out when I think about it.
My parents needed to go to New York once for some conference back when I was a freshman in highschool. Rather than leave my sister and I at home, they decided to bring us along, and the whole family could spend a day or two in the city.
We were walking to lunch in the middle of Manhattan, and we saw a group of people walking towards. They were all dressed alike in semi-formal clothing, some group traveling together. It wasn't at all unusual, but they seemed in a rush. They passed by us as we were crossing a street, and right as they were behind us, I heard, "HEY! JERNON! HEY, HEY, JERNON!" I turn around, and one of the guys in the group is running backwards, keeping up with his group but trying to flag me down.
He clearly recognizes me, and apparently knew my name. At this point, they were on the opposite side of the street, and cars were now making it impossible to cross back. I never found out who that was, and it has always bothered me.
I was running along a trail and a shirtless guy with a bear head is just drumming like crazy. No donation box; nothing.
It would have been either Freshman or Sophomore year of high school. There was a large group (20+) of us kids playing Capture the Flag at a local elementary school in an upper-middle class neighborhood sometime after midnight but before sunup. A few hours into the game, when everybody was spread around the premises, I saw 3 SUVs pull into the loading dock / parking lot in the back of the school.
Next, about 10 people total got out of the cars carrying very large piñatas. What happened next, I would best describe as a combination of a Chinese fire drill and a choreographed group-dance routine, that resulted in the 3 parties exchanging their piñatas and getting back in their cars and driving away without exchanging any words.
Some friends and I went to a really rural area by my home town named Turtleskin, where there was supposedly an Indian burial ground and some giant burial hills built by Native Americans. We get there and sure enough, there are a ton of red clay dunes and dirt hills once you walk far enough back into the woods. It looked kind of industrial, however, with a few bulldozer tracks and whatnot.
On our way back we noticed some more hills off the trail. We decided to go walk over to them, I trailed behind kind of bored and ready to leave. We were each spaced about 10 feet apart just picking up sticks, trying not to step in mud, etc. when suddenly the distinct sound of a woman loudly screaming burst out of nowhere VERY close to us. It quite literally sounded like a woman was no more than a few feet from us and we walked up on her so she screamed bloody murder.
We f*cking RAN. A few of us fell and scraped our knees and shins, I think I still have a scar. We jumped in the car, drove off extremely fast and made sure we all heard what we thought we each heard.
F*cking insane. I theorized it was a bobcat as I've heard them scream like that before and they are kind of common in Mississippi where we were.
One time I was driving to a friend's house late at night, somewhere from 11pm-1am, not sure this many years later. Anyways, I'm going down this road, and all of a sudden I see this BRIGHT flash of light, streak across the corner of my eye, and hit my front bumper on the right side.
Immediately, my heart started racing, WTF is going through my head, what the f*cking f*ck was that? It was the brightest thing I'd ever seen, so I immediately pulled over to inspect the damage. I get out, look at my white car, not a scratch...no dents, marks, abrasions, nothing. I look in the road, nothing. There was nothing anywhere around.
I eventually got in my car, drove to his house, and told him that I think a meteorite just hit my car. They never believed me. =[
Maybe it was an angel.
I was on the subway with a bunch of other people. Suddenly this guy turns to a group of kids and starts shouting random gibberish. The kids freak out and run off the train; the guy follows them, shouting "four is two unless you're dead" or some such nonsense.
In about '92 or '93 I was at my boyfriend's apt. While he was at wor, I started to hear these cries that sounded like a small child crying. The sound was coming from outside so I went to the large window at the end of the hallway to see what I could see. After a few seconds, I saw a chicken walking as fast as it could up the alley behind the apt. building - it was making the crying noise I heard.
A few more seconds went by and a medium-sized dog loped into view. It tried to grab the chicken in its mouth; the chicken flapped and squawked trying to get away. The dog eventually succeeded and trotted off from whence it came with the chicken in its mouth. It was illegal in this town to keep livestock in the city limits and I was very familiar with the ins and outs of this neighborhood, so I have no idea where that chicken came from.
Also, there was a time when the spouse and I were walking down the street in the city where we currently live when a large, black car stopped in the middle of the busy street. Several black-suited men jumped out and wrestled to the ground a Hispanic man that was walking in front of us and hustled him into the back of the car and sped off.
I worked at a boat/jet ski/parasail rental place in a tourist town for a few years. One evening a few of us that didn't have to close got a case of beer and took one of the boats out to go tubing when we got off. One of the guys was on the tube and I was turned around watching him. Looking past him in the sky, I see a skydiver falling toward the earth. This was not unusual, as the local airport had a sky diving business.
The unusual part was that the skydiver was falling far too fast and his parachute was above him, but appeared tangled and not opened completely. Two of the other guys I was with noticed too, but the rest didn't. We speculated for a few minutes about what we saw and whether or not the guy could've survived the fall and if we should go looking for a body in the bay. Then we saw another skydiver slowly floating down in the sky with a very different looking open chute.
That guy just probably helplessly watched his friend die. Went home that night and there was nothing about it in the news. Kept checking the local papers for a few days, nothing was ever mentioned.
This happened a few years ago in college, when I was living alone in a one-bedroom apartment. My boyfriend had stayed over, and we woke up abruptly, around 3 am. Confused, we kind of half mumbled to each other and fell back asleep. Then, we heard a crash from the living room.
Panicked, I sent him to check it out while I dug around for some mace I kept by my bed. I could see him through the bedroom door as he flicked on a light and asked, "What the f*ck are you doing?" Walking out to the living room, mace clutched to my chest, I see this tall blonde woman sporting a Canadian tuxedo. She's obviously drunk, picking up things from my shelves and throwing them around my apartment. "You ask her, SHE knows. SHE KNOWS WHY I'M HERE."
My boyfriend looks at me, I shrug my shoulders. "Lady, I have nooo clue who you are." Drunken banter continues, she starts holding her fist in the air screaming at me that my last name should have been McBane, and repeating that I know why she's here. Eventually, we force her outside, she crawls back through the bushes and tries to get in again. We call the cops, they come and write up a report. Never knew what the f*ck it was about.
20. From ThiZ:
Middle of a thunderstorm at night, 1996. My sister and I were in her room, third story of the house watching lighting when we see this white guy (literally, he looked like he was wearing all white clothes) come up from the ditch on other side of the road, cross it, and then start running towards our house.
He had about two acres to cross from where he jumped the fence, and we could only see him well when the lightning flashed. At one point he went down, and DIDN'T COME UP. We watched for a few minutes, nothing. We told our mom, but she thought we were telling ghost stories. To this day I have no idea where that guy came from or where he went.