Still bothers me to this day.
- My dad picked me up, and we went about 20 miles out to the countryside. He was visiting a friend who had a river running through his property—Dad wanted to talk to the guy about fishing. The guy also had a little shop selling knickknacks and ornaments.
My dad is one of the stingiest people alive; he never buys anything. I begged him to let me choose a gift, and he allowed me just one. I chose a small bluish Viking statue. It was half of a set, but I
definitely wasn’t allowed to buy the woman Viking—just one.
When I got home, my mum said she had gone for a drive that day with her partner, stopped at a tiny gift shop, and bought a woman Viking statue—the other half of the set.
- I have never owned a cat. My current apartment has had a zero-tolerance policy for pets since it was built in 1994, and unlike most neighborhoods in Tokyo, I’ve only ever seen one feral cat, and it was bright orange.
For the past six years or so, there has been a brown/dark gray cat that I see sitting inside my apartment entranceway, walking down the hall, crawling under my kitchen table, etc., etc. And sometimes, at all times of the day, I’ll hear a faint purring too, like there’s a cat sitting just out of view. Other people have seen or heard it too.
I named it Sconey and now feel bad when I have to go on business trips because my “cat” will be all alone.
- Freshman year of college, I woke up to my roommate staring at me in the middle of the night from her bed.
She told me I was speaking Latin in my sleep. She had a little audio of it, and sure enough, I was.
I don’t know how to speak Latin.
- When I was maybe 15, my brother (17 at the time) and I were driving home pretty late at night. The road to our house had a lot of hills, so it was hard to see oncoming traffic or anything else until you topped one of the hills.
When we got just over a big one, we saw a figure standing in the middle of the road. My brother swerved out of the way and nearly went off the road to avoid hitting them. We looked back and saw nothing behind or around us. It thoroughly freaked us out, so we called 911 and reported it. Nobody ever followed up with us about the report, though.
A few years later, my brother sent me an article he came across about other similar sightings and occurrences happening on the same road. Except some of the earliest ones dated back decades before we ever saw anything.
- My mom tells a story about a time when I was about six, and one of her close friends was pregnant and came over for lunch. They explained that she had a baby in her tummy and let me put my hand there.
My mom said I got a curious look on my face, looked up at the woman, and said, “There’s two. A boy and a girl.” The woman laughed and made some joke about not needing more than one.
The next week, the woman called my mom, a bit freaked out, and told her she’d just had her ultrasound and was having twins—a boy and a girl.
- One time, my husband and I were lying in bed, and the bottom drawer of his nightstand slammed shut. There was no logical explanation for why that happened, and we still don’t understand it to this day!
- I had a terrible dream and woke up screaming. I ran to turn on the light in my room because I still felt terrified. I hit the light switch, and the light did that bright flash thing and burned out, so I panicked and opened my bedroom door.
There were two dark silhouettes, and one reached out to touch me. I woke up again. Turns out that was a dream too.
I went to turn my light on, a little less panicked this time, and it was burnt out. I ran upstairs and made my roommate change my lightbulb because every time I tried to go in there, I instantly got goosebumps and that “not alone” feeling.
- I grew up in a two-family house—me, my parents, and my siblings living on one side, and my grandmother on the other. You were able to access my grandmother’s side through a single door in the house.
Once she passed away, I slowly took over her side since I was in high school and wanted my own space. One night, I was walking to my room at the end of the hallway. There was a small mirror on the wall at the end. It was pretty dark, but I was still able to see.
Right before I entered my room, I looked up into the mirror and saw my grandmother standing behind me. It was so terrifying, especially since this was around 3 a.m. I had to leave the house and stay with my girlfriend!
- My brother vanished 13 years ago. We searched for years and ended up losing all hope. Last night, I stopped at a gas station, a man walked past me, wearing my brother’s leather jacket. The patches, the worn sleeve—it was his.
I shouted, “Adam!” The man turned, his face went pale. Then, he started to walk away from me quickly. He got into his car and drove away without turning back.
All of a sudden, my phone chimed. It was a text from my mother: “I hope you’re okay. I just had a bad dream about you! You had disappeared, just like your brother. Please come home fast.”
I froze. My mother never texted me out of the blue like this, let alone shared her dreams. The coincidence felt eerie.
Tonight, I went back to that gas station at the same time, hoping to see the man again. But he was nowhere to be found. I never told my mom—I didn’t want to worry her. But I can’t shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong.
Reality often crafts stories more gripping than any thriller on screen. The stories we’ve compiled are real, yet they unfold with the intensity of fiction, proving that life itself can be the greatest storyteller.
