Some incidents seem beyond explanation, filling us with confusion rather than answers. It could be a bizarre tale from a reliable source or a disturbing situation we’ve personally encountered—such odd occurrences stick with us. Talking about them can bring comfort and serve as a form of healing, much like those in this article who shared their stories with countless others online.
My son once said, “Mommy, a big man comes to my room at night. Tell him to go.” I brushed it off. Weeks later, I woke up at 3 a.m.
to a noise from his room. I ran there and found him sitting on his bed, staring out the window and talking to himself. I glanced over and saw what looked like a human figure standing in the lit-up room of the apartment across the street.
My heart pounded, but when I looked closer, I realized it was just the arrangement of a lamp and furniture casting a shadow that resembled a person. I exhaled in relief and sat beside my son, reassuring him no one was coming into his room. As he drifted off to sleep, I took one final look, ensuring it was just a trick of the light.
I was once sitting on the couch with my boyfriend and heard the words “I love you.” Then my boyfriend goes, “I love you too.” I was so utterly confused because I wasn’t the one who said “I love you.” My mouth was shut. I remember hearing and feeling the vibrations of words and sounds being produced, but I wasn’t the one who did it, and neither was he. It sounded like a feminine voice, coming from right in front of my face, but no one was outside the window or in the room with us.
It was creepy. I still think about it. © TenderN***leBender / Reddit
I have incredibly vivid memories of a red and yellow snake creature made of socks.
It had skinny, bony arms and legs and a mouth like a lamprey. I now believe these to be hallucinations, something I still suffer with, but I will never forget what it looked like. © Uknown author / Reddit
When I was 4, while on a trip abroad, a man tried to buy me from my parents because I had green eyes and blond hair.
The man physically picked me up and tried bartering with my dad, but my dad was a big dude and snatched me back, and we quickly left that area. © lurkashrae / Reddit
When I was seven, I got into the wrong car at our campground. I just sat there and waited for my dad to get to the car, thinking he was still packing up our site.
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