Retell some weird stuff that's happened

[punkncat]

I have a few.

When I was ~15 or so it was summer time. I had gotten up around 10 or so and headed out to goof off with friends. I came back home around 1 in the afternoon and my bed was made, perfectly taunt, military style. No one had been there, the door was locked, mom was at work and no one else had a key. Never did figure that one out.

Back in our 20's around 1990-ish, my then girlfriend, now wife, lived out in a rural area down some country roads. At the time I owned a motorcycle and it was common for us to be travelling down this road pretty late to take her home after closing an eating establishment. Several of the trips, and I can only imagine them being around roughly the same time, I would see a guy walking down the road at this one particular spot. Dirty blonde hair, jeans, and a red plaid flannel shirt. I never said anything about seeing him but noted one of the times that the girlfriend cocked her head as we passed him. Each time you could look around immediately and not see him, but the dark and such made it not seem improbable. A couple of nights later a friend and his girl along with myself and girlfriend and riding in his car and we see him. I note specifically everyone in the cars head turning so I ask everyone if they saw the guy to which everyone did. We looked back and didn't see him. Actually turned the car around and he simply had vanished. No signs of walking in the grass, nothing. After that night we never saw him again.

The last is a series of events that happened directly in relation to my accident. Right after my wreck a person had stopped on the side of the road to help me. They kneeled down and helped keep me calm and told me I was going to be fine, not to worry. I spent over a month in the hospital. I had roughly 13-14 serious level surgeries while there and the whole time the pre-op couldn't believe how calm I was about each one, as they were all serious stuff putting me back together (or alternately taking things off, lol). I told them that I had been told I would "be fine" and wasn't concerned.
During my stay I had quite a few people come and visit and come to find that the "person" I thought I was being comforted by was never there. Pretty weird, but there is more.
After the first round of initial surgeries I caught a very serious infection from someone not properly washing before handing my open wounds. I spend about two weeks where it was quite questionable if I would recover and was in a whole lot of pain. Several of the nights I kept seeing "the man in the corner". A dark figure who would just stand there and look at me. He never said anything and it wasn't that he looked scary but just his form and presence were quite intimidating and fearful.
My aunt is all but a nun. She went to a seminary school (or whatever, I think that's for men) but did everything short of actually becoming a nun. She is very Godly and well versed in religion in general. She and I got talking about it and another friend of mine was there as well. I was in a whole lot of pain at the time and finding no relief from the meds, had actually asked them to stop giving them to me due to other issues. This particular night was likely the height of my discomfort and the man in black showed up in the corner again. I asked my aunt to ask him to leave and, of course, neither she nor my other friend present could see him. They both immediately dropped everything and started praying over me and for the entire night they did so until I finally passed out late in the morning hours. I woke up later in the day and felt such immense relief from the pain I had been in and never saw the man in black again.

Some years later a good friend and I were talking about my accident and his. He was involved in an altercation and was shot multiple times at point blank range with a .357. He had a good portion of his guts blown out, shot in the chest and torso several times along with a defensive wound to one hand and arm. He was in the hospital for months and on the edge of dying for some time. He looks at me with a tear in his eye and asks "Did you see the dark man in the corner?"

[autococker04]

So im pretty comfortable in the woods, and am rarely at a loss for explanations. But a couple years ago me and some friends were camping way up some old logging roads on the outskirts of Allegheny National forest. To be clear, it was nice in Pittsburgh when we left, and all this snow fell on the drive up haha. I'm confident that there wasn't anyone for at least a mile in any direction, but one morning we woke up to tracks coming down the hill behind the site through an untouched area of snow straight down to our fire pit, then back up the way they came. None of us heard a thing, but the snow is a good sound absorber so that can be explained

There weren't any sort of clear prints from a boot, and it definitely looked bipedal to me so either

1. Some meth chef hauled ass down the hill and circled back
2. We were visited by a samsquanch

The prints were far apart, way too far for a normal person walking (the guy in this picture is 6 ft+ and he's really reaching) and if it was someone walking there would be clear prints

The first pic is just to show the site, the perpendicular tracks in the second are from us.

[punkncat]

I used to go out and blow up the field for practice really early and by myself. The newer field that we used for airball and scrimmage was cut from a hillside so it dropped away to another field on one and a ledge and hill to the other. The "ground level" of the hill above after the cut was roughly chest level or so.
I was out there one morning blowing up the field and I look up because a pine tree on the hill above me is moving. I see a big ass hairy back and my first and foremost thought was BIGFOOT! Of course, it was actually a bunch of very large feral hogs. Just the same, by myself I got more than a bit spooked by it and had to go chill in the truck for a minute.

[Raleighpaintball.com]

Nothing unexplained, but weird. About 25 years ago I was in a car wreck. We were driving about 50 mph and went thru an intersection at full speed and got hit by another car going about 60 mph. I had no seatbelt on and got launched into the windshield. Main problem was that I had no memory of the hit, just remember waking up on the pavement with paramedics around and my friend yelling at me to stay laying down.

Then, about a month ago, a car pulled out in front of me and I slammed on the breaks and BAM! it all comes flooding back. I now remember all the horrible details of the wreck. And overall, I wish I didn't. The crappy thing is most of the memories revolve around how much it hurt.

[Olsson]

Alright chumps, this is the weirdest thing that I experienced;

Waaaay back in time, about 2000 or 2001, I was working as a security guard at a mall in Gothenburg, Sweden. My shift usually ended at midnight, and when I got back home I usually took a couple of hours winding down, while playing Baldur's Gate II on my computer.
Anyway, one of the "regulars" at the mall, was a mentally ill male of Middle Eastern decent - it was quite common with mentally ill people hanging about, due to the Swedish "reform" of granting "liberties" to mentally ill people - basically meaning throwing the out on the street, to save money, trying to disguise it as humanitarism.

This guy went by the name of Habib, and from time to time, he used to yell incoherently, and push whoever that happened to be in his general vicinity. So as a Security Guard, I used to tell whoever got pushed "Don't worry Sir, this is Habib. He isn't quite right in his mental capacity, but he is quite harmless."

So - shit got weird. I got home from another long day at work. I sat down with a bit of relaxing Baldur's Gate II. My party was down in the city of Amn, and all of a sudden some middle eastern looking guy runs up to my party and throws a rock at one of us for a grand total of 1 hp of damage - pretty much like a push...
...and then some random NPC shows up and straight out tells my party that "Don't worry. This is Habib. He isn't quite right in the head, bit he is quite harmless."

Yes really. That just happened on my screen in front of me. After I had told people, just that. For real... I was staring at the screen completely dumbfounded. I actually looked around in my apartment, looking for hidden cameras, expecting some sort of filming crew to burst forward, laughing at me, telling me that I was on candid camera. Because this shit cannot be real, can it? Well, it apparently was, and as long as you didn't work as a Security Guard dealing with a madman called Habib on a daily basis, it didn't seem strange at all, really...

[Axel]

This is the best story ever

[Olsson]

Glad you enjoyed it.
The game had a lot of random encounters in it, making it more alive, this one being one of them. I have sinced tried to Google "Habib and Baldur's Gate 2", but to no avail. Quite obviously, for pretty much everybody else playing BG2, this particular random encounter wasn't anything particularly strange, or noteworthy enough to remember - even less so to write about.

EDIT: I just Googled again - and now there are several threads about Habib. Hallelujah, I wasn't insane after all.

[Axel]

I got nothing.

Well I got two, but neither is that impressive

1. When I was a kid my parents got an aboveground pool installed in the backyard. We were taking a night swim on a warm evening, probably when I was 8 or 9 years old. At some point I doggypaddle over to the side, look over, and see what I'll always remember as a jellyfish-like pale glowing form just floating over the grass. Freaked out, I instantly flail away, only to look back, and of course see nothing.

That one's kinda lame but I was 100% awake

2. Scout camp, probably 15 or 16. I had a tent on the end of the campsite; these are typical 2-man Army surplus canvass with the roll up flaps, set up over wood pallets on blocks. I wake up at 2 or 3 in the morning with a full bladder, roll out of my cot, stumble outside foggy-brained and bleed the lizard. I look out into the woods and see a human form, glowing with arms outstretched, maybe 50 or 60 yards out into the woods. Totally motionless. I stare at the thing for about 3 or 4 seconds and decide it's the latrine up the hill. Roll back inside, drop the flap, and out.

The next morning, I realize the latrine is in a totally different direction, and what's more, it isn't lit.

That one felt a bit more eerie but it totally could have been sleepy dreamy brain fog.


Beyond those two lame examples I have not had the privilege of direct experience

[punkncat]

When I was in the scouts one of our single favorite things to do was to go prank other camps at any time of night. What was funny was when you took off the "get them" only to realize they were all gone off to try and "get you"...empty camps.

[AnarchicArctic]

I used to work at YMCA of the Adirondacks on lake George. Back then it was known as Silverbay. Lots of cool history in the area including the French and Indian war. Lucky folks would find artifacts washing up. All kinds of weird stories among staff there. I experienced a few strange events myself.

The first is a recurring dream I would have when staying in one particular cabin. I was following a skunk through the camp at night, same hills and landmarks as waking life, but none of the structures ever showed up in the dream. We meandered to and fro slowly making our way down hill to the water. The fog grew thicker, and nocturnal chorus grew louder while we descended. Right as we reached the waters edge the skunk disappeared in the mist, the air had gone silent. I slowly turned in the fog trying to catch my bearings...when suddenly a loud WHOOP!!! rung out followed by a sharp CRACK to the back of my head. Stunned and wet from heavy dew, I lay in the grass as a knife tore through my scalp and then plunged into my gut. A figure stood over me, lifted my liver with a victory cry and sunk his teeth in. That’s when I woke up. I must have had that dream 30 times. Always woke in a cold sweat, and only when I stayed in cabin Cedar.

Talk to the veteran staff and you’ll hear a good selection of hauntings. Most happened early spring or late fall when the guests were fewer and the nights were quieter. I was lucky enough to have a couple. Alone in the children’s pavilion one night, waiting on groups of veterans to come through with their families for programming, a toy phone started going off in the room next to mine. It continued off and on for several minutes. I decided to check it out. As I picked it up to turn it off the battery door was open, and empty. I heard a child giggle and soft footsteps ran away from me to the other side of the room. I called out and followed the footsteps. As I reached the other side of the room, more giggling and more footsteps, this time along the other wall back towards where I had come from. I followed again, goosebumps firmly at attention. I called out, silence. Walked around the room again. Looked under the tables, behind the curtains. Nothing. Started walking back to the other room. As I reached the door, the telephone rang again. I decided to wait outside for the rest of the night.

Another time I was moving a few pieces of furniture out of a cabin on the back bay. I left my key ring, with its many keys, sticking out of the door. I had just finished loading the pickup and went back for the keys. As I got to the door I noticed a washcloth on a chair just inside, so I picked it up. I locked the door and was about to remove my keys when a gust of wind grabbed the washcloth from my hands and dropped it at my feet. Bending over to pick it up I heard a metallic tink, followed by the jingling of my keys on the ground. They lay before me, completely separate from each other, and the carabiner I had stuck through the split key ring. The split ring itself was completely unwound, in the shape of a U. Some of the ladies in house keeping told me that similar things had happened to them before. Many had dropped towels exiting rooms in the inn, only to have their keys knocked out of the lock when they bent to pick them up.

[CrowsFeast]

That 'man in black' reminds me of one place I lived for a year. The 2 other guys who lived there said the house was haunted by a 'friendly ghost'. It woke the one guy up after the power had gone out so that he could reset his alarm and not be late for work!

I did eventually see it. Woke up one night to a very tall, dark figure off the foot of my bed and against the wall. I told it to go away and when I looked again (I had shifted positions in bed) and it was gone.

[shooter311]

I have a few, but I am on my 15 min break at work, so I will keep it to the one that still really bugs me...

I am a very practical person and I don't believe in ghosts, the supernatural, Alien abductions, or anything. That is why this one really bugs me.

Back in probably 2004 I was in the Air Force stationed in South Dakota and I lived in the dorms. Well my Girlfriend (now wife) lived in Maine, and she was not allowed to stay in the dorms, so she would fly out for the holidays and we would house sit a friend's (the Sharpes) base house while they went home for the holidays, it was a win win for everyone. Well, the house is a duplex, and I knew the neighbor (still friends to this day), and the neighbors went home for the holidays as well, so it was just my wife and I in the building watching the Sharpe's hyper active misbehaved dog and their cat. The house was setup so the bedrooms were downstairs and upstairs was the living room and kitchen area. Their dog would bark incessantly at any noise, and especially when an aircraft would take off, which you could imagine how awful that was living on an Air Force base.

Anyway, cut to some random night, my wife and I are sleeping down stairs and we are both suddenly awoken to this huge "BOOM" and the whole house shakes. It didn't sound like a bomb going off, the best way I have described it was someone was standing on the kitchen table and jumped off with all their might onto the floor right above out heads.. She literally jumps up on the bed standing above me saying something along the lines of "There is someone in the house, what was that?" Sharpe was not the cleanest person, and luckily his room was a mess with junk everywhere so I reach for the closest weapon I could find, which happened to be a broken chair leg (no idea why it was in the bedroom). I go to investigate, and as my wife being the worst possible person to be in a intense situation with, has firmly grasped my shirt pulling me back saying "Don't go out there, someone is in the house, they will kill you!" I work my way upstairs, shaking, to see the cat calmly sleeping on the back of the couch, I then enter the kitchen and I see the dog in his wire kennel sleeping, the dog just picks his head up and looks at us. I couldn't find anything amiss. I then try to go outside and my frantic wife begs me not to go outside, so I check all the doors which are locked and call it a night. The next day I ask around some friends in the neighborhood and no one heard anything, and nothing of a loud noise on base was reported. The whole thing was a mystery.

Where it got extra weird, was about five years ago, I was messing around on the internet clicked on some click bait article about the top ten scariest unsolved mysteries. Well one of them explained our experience almost exactly. In this scenario though, it was a Dad of a family, and after investigating he had the same conclusion as I. Although, then in the story he goes outside sees a bright light then goes back to the house, to him was gone for like 5 minutes, but in reality he was gone for hours and the police were at his house etc. I think they were concluding alien abduction. Maybe I did the right thing by not going outside? I should have saved the link to that article, I'll have to see if I can google it...

[shooter311]

I doubt it was a sonic boom. We only had B-1 Bombers at the base and those didn't happen often. Actually I only saw one hit that speed once. We had a very successful mission while I was deployed, on the bombers return all the the flight line staff went outside to welcome the aircraft back, well the pilot did a low altitude fly by for us (he flew very close to us), when it passed I remember thinking that it was way closer and faster than I thought it would be, and it was weird I saw a cloud form around the nose cone. Then for a split second I see all the higher ups that had way more time in that I squat down real fast and cover their ears. I didn't understand until the boom hit, it swept through and literally knocked several people on their butts. My ears were ringing for hours. Worth the story though!

[punkncat]

Totally off subject, but to say that I had a step brother at the time that was stationed at an air base in the Dakotas. The most poignant memories of it were that across a field less than 200 yards away was a big concrete pad with metal brackets for holding jet engines. They would test them on and off all day long and into darkness. I recall seeing one in particular with what seemed a mile long blue flame shooting out the back. It was SO loud.
The other aspect were the ground hogs(edit- Prairie Dogs). You couldn't run anywhere as there were so many holes. He kept a .22 rifle sitting on the porch and it was fully acceptable to sit there and shoot them. We must have blasted 4 dozen of them in the course of a couple of days and they just kept coming. It was a bit surreal.

[shooter311]

Yeah, I don't think many people appreciate how loud a B-1 Bomber is especially on takeoff. I would have to wear ear plugs with ear muffs over them when working "near" a running jet. They are most impressive taking off at night, flames shoot out the back of the jet about 50ft per each of the four engines. It is worth looing up the B1 night takeoff on Youtube.

I don't remember the Prairie Dogs being too bad in South Dakota, but I stayed in Minot, North Dakota once and a while and they were like cockroaches. I believe it was encouraged to shoot them. Someone told me they were cannibals, so if you shot one, you could use the carcass as bait. No idea if that was true though.

[Chappy]

I was about 22, taking a couple friends home to their apartment. It was about 2 am. Come around the corner into the complex, and there standing on the corner was a man dressed in full native American outfit of some sort. Leather clothes, full head dress halfway down his back. All 4 of us saw him. Spun around and went back within about 10 seconds and he was gone. Could have run off but seemed unlikely. Always just assumed it was a guy in an outfit freaking people out but it was weird indeed. The apartment complex did have a native American sounding name...

When I got my license my mom bought me a guardian angel clip for my car. A little metal angel with a prayer to keep the vehicle safe. I was driving to the mall, coming up to an intersection with a green light. Suddenly I was being severely poked in the back with a sharp object. I hit the breaks it hurt so bad and reach back and have said guardian angel in my hand. It had somehow gotten from the visor to behind me on the seat. Id been driving for 30 minutes so not like I just knocked it there when I got in. Anyway, a car blew thought the light at about 60 mph and missed my bumper by inches. Pretty sure if that hadn't happened he would have t-boned me.

[SETHZILLA!]

When i got out of the Army, i was a security guard at the South East Center for Contemporary Art (SECCA).
The art gallery's were built of the old summer home of the Hanes Family.
(Rumor has it old man Hanes offed himself with a shotgun back in the day and can still be seen in the area)

This is one of those stories.

We would rent out the galleries for receptions/parties/get-togethers as a way to keep money flowing into the Center on a regular basis.

I would moonlight as Security for these events and make some extra cash.

One such event, the host and i were locking up for the night and i went to the lower galleries and auditorium to make sure it was empty for the night.
She did a look through the house and gift shop and we'd meet at the stairway before exiting the facility.

As i left the main gallery and made my way up to the satellite gallery i saw a figure in the satellite gallery. It appeared to be walking towards me. I made my way to the satellite gallery and opened the door. The temperature inside was easily 20-30° cooler than the rest of the facility.(which was kept at 72° year round to protect the artwork)
I remember thinking, "what the hell?" as i made my way through the gallery and towards the figure. It was the the shape of a man but i could see through it. Like a shadow sort of. I then realized it was an apparition of some sort and quickly diverted my path and made my way to the stairs leading out of the area.

As i got to the top of the stars i saw the host, told her what i had just seen and we both left in a hurry.

Throughout the years there numerous other workers had reported doors being slammed when no one was there, figures seen walking down the hall when no one else was in the facility, etc.

Everytime i tell the story it gives me goosebumps.

[smiffington]

When I was 10 or 11 or something like that, I had a dream a few nights in a row. I was just walking up to and around a parking lot in a forest with leaves falling and some buildings off in the distance. Not very interesting.

Fast forward a few years and I'm 16 if I remember right. I'm at a church camp and between activities I'm just out walking around. Most of the kids there I'd know for years and they were incredibly annoying and I didn't really want to hang out with them. In my walkings around I stumble upon the exact same parking lot forest scene I had dreamed about years earlier, same forest, same leaves, same buildings off in the distance. I just thought to myself, huh that's kinda of neat. That's it, that's the story.

I should embellish it a bit, say that I had some grand epiphany or something and start my own cult with funny hats and sacred mozzarella sticks or something ha ha

[glaman5266]

I get dreams like that on a fairly regular basis. Maybe 3-4 times a year. Whatever I dreamt would come true anywhere from 2 weeks to 6 months later. My wife says it may be some innate psychic thing, but I don't believe in such things. However... It's rather uncanny & even unnerving at times.

Good story though. I liked it.

[Axel]

Clearly you're supposed to excavate the entire parking lot for buried pirate treasure

[William the Third]

start my own cult with funny hats and sacred mozzarella sticks or something ha ha

Your ideas are intriguing to me, and I wish to subscribe to your newsletter.

[Chappy]

Back around '98 I had a dream I was with my friend Chad in his car. I went to put my cigarette out in his ashtray and thought, no I cant do that, and threw it out the window. Woke up thinking, That's weird I always use his ashtray. and come to think of it that wasn't his car, the dash lights were completely different.
Promptly forgot about it until a few months later. I hadn't seen him in a few weeks and he picked me up in his new car. The scene played out and I realized it right away. Weird but I didn't think too much of it.
But I guess it gets weirder. About a year ago I was recounting this story to my buddy Adam, who was friends with Chad as well. He said he has had similar experiences with dreams playing out. It was his theory that when that happens, you need to pay attention. Maybe do something different. Not that there was much to do different, but... Chad and I had a rough patch in our friendship at that point. We'd had a long talk about it that night and moved paste a lot of things. But he died a few months later in 99 and there were things left unsaid and I was left with regrets. I told Adam if there was something different I could have done or said, I wish I knew. He told me not to lose any sleep, he was as sure as anybody that Chad and I were good. (Again, this is a solid 20 years later after the dream and Chad's death)
Next morning Adam calls me up. Says he was going though his closet and found a box of old crap that mice had gotten into. He was pissed as there were some sentimental things in there, and decided to just throw it out. He was about to throw it in the dumpster when he had a similar dream flashback. In the dream he threw the box in the dumpster in anger and walked away. So he stopped, dumped the box out on the ground, and at he bottom, was a picture. The mice hadn't gotten to it. It was a picture of Chad and me, playing guitars at a bookstore gig back in '98.

[bellicose]

We lived in a small (700sqft) 3 bedroom house in a rough area of St. Louis when I was young, and most of us had some sort of paranormal incident in that house. I awoke one night and came out into the hallway. From the bedrooms, it was one central hall to the kitchen. I looked down the hall, and there, back-lit by moonlight was a silhouette near the kitchen table. It was a person, about the height of my younger brother, but bald smoothness on top, and a rotund Buddha belly (my brother was a stick). Did I mention it was a silhouette? There was no detail, just a solid black shape of a portly small man. It was facing to the right as I encountered it, but then turned towards me, slowly. I can still see the scene in detail, more than 30 years later. As my eyes grew wide, it started running towards me. I can't say that I believe in ghosts, but I cannot explain the apparition that was quickly advancing. Scared for my life, I darted into my parents room, and jumped under the covers between them. It never reached the end of the hall, and I stared at the doorway until I fell asleep. Fear is what I felt from this being.

At my dad's cousin's farm house, however, my mother saw a ghost of a woman in a white dress, float through the door into the next room. She felt calmness at the apparition. My Dad's cousin knew about the woman, and had seen her on multiple occasions. Each time there was a feeling of peace.

[chrislognshot]

two different times this happen. just walked in to store after helping some take grocery out as i was walking in saw lady just walked outside when turn around she was not there. since takes awhile to get to parking lot. since as walked into store person to grab lady near handicap area going into car this here stuff. turn around to find lady just walked gone. i turn to left found here in behind bush having a seizure. she fell down to left and behind bushes call for help some came took care of her as i ran to lady unloading grocery into handicap area. she good her stuff and we save that lady life. then another day was walking by deli/bakery counter saw person talking person for help to get meat cut. as deli clerk walked around to help saw him fall to ground with a seizure.

[Chuck E Ducky]

I use to be a welder by trade. I worked for my uncles business welding on these large metal bases for IBM used for chip manufacturing. I use to go to school and work in the afternoon. Made my own hrs and got payed by the piece. The shop was located in my families old farm packing house. My Uncle lived and worked out of the house that the workers use to live in that provided labor for the farm. I'm working in the shop late one night on a Friday after school finishing up a base. I lift my hood and see a man in the door way. Its dark outside but in the light from the shop I can see this man clear as day. The crazy thing is I could smell a mens cologne odd because he was about 10" away. I said "hello can I help you"?... he said nothing just turned and walked off. At this point I walk quickly to the door to look because why was this guy watching me it was just odd. There is nobody there no place to hide it's an open field with nothing there, I throw the outside lights on and nothing. Later I'm describing this guy to my grandmother and the smell in detail she gets up goes over a desk and pulls out an old photo. I look at the photo and it's the guy I seen standing in the door way. I ask "who is this?" she says "thats your great great grandfather". I have never seen a photo so I had no idea what he looked like, it was crazy. Later I talked to my Ant about it she has reported smelling that same mens cologne at night after being woken up as well, but had never seen anything just a feeling that someone was present and stairs creaking like someone was walking them. When I told my Uncle about it he reported seeing the man as well we came to the conclusion that it was my great great grandfather just making his nightly rounds checking in on us.