“I think he was having premonitions of his own sudden and unexpected death.”
April is almost over, folks!
But this gets a lot more eerie.
She looked all over the house before finding my nephew standing outside near the busy road they lived on.
She ran out of the house very upset and swept him up in her arms.
My nephew said to her, ‘Its OK, mommy.
Jack told me not to go in the road.'"
Anonymous
2.
I had never been to this grocery store, as I was new to town.
She was just staring at me like she recognized me.
‘Ummm, no?’
I was speechless and scared.
I walked out, totally confused about what had just happened.
I’d never had something like that happen before and haven’t again since."
“I was quite ill, about age 12 or so.
My fever was very high, and I was experiencing moments of delirium.
Suddenly, I heard a tiny voice telling me, ‘Get up.’
A voice in my head told me I would need it to stop her bleeding.
I walked down the stairway to the front door and opened it.
My mother had taken the day off from her teaching job because I was so sick.
She tried to block the way outside, saying I was too sick to go out.
I walked past her, finding that I couldnt speak at all.
She ran outside, trying to stop me and asking what I thought I was doing.
I still couldnt speak, but about halfway across the front lawn, she became adamant.
As I pointed, two cars collided with a tremendouscrash.”
“Immediately, I felt exhausted, and I screamed, ‘He hit her!
Quick, shes bleeding.’
You have to stop her bleeding.’
Then, I staggered back up the stairs and into my bed.”
Barbara Cook
4.
“In early 2000, a friend and I moved into an older apartment right outside Baltimore, MD.
We were both in our early twenties and worked late at times.
I had felt uneasy there several times but chalked it up to moving out for the first time.
Like, the crying sounded so heartbreaking.
She had been dealing with some guy drama recently, and I figured I’d give her some space.
After about 15 minutes, I finally knocked on her bedroom door, but there was no answer.
I called out for her and…nothing.
The crying got fainter.
It wasn’t.”
“She came home about 30 minutes after all this.
I asked her if she ever felt uneasy/weird in the apartment, and she said she did.
We both wrote ‘bathroom.’
I don’t know who was crying that night.
It was too clear and loud to be a neighbor.
It was winter, so I don’t think it was someone outside.
I feel uneasy even thinking about it now.
It’s been nearly 25 years, but I can still hear the crying in my mind.”
Bex, Carroll County, MD
5.
We sat down to watch the morning news, and I took a sip of my coffee.
Something was weird the coffee was flavored when it was supposed to be just black coffee with plain creamer.
Baffled, I took another sip and was taken aback by the flavor.
He said it tasted like chocolate and cinnamon, which is exactly what I tasted.
I went back to the kitchen and dumped some creamer in the palm of my hand.
I tasted it, and lo and behold, it was plain creamer.
“My father was a doctor in a small rural town.
Everyone close to us knew to come to the ‘side door’ by the driveway instead.
They eventually disconnected the doorbell at the front door altogether.
Decades later, during their retirement, they both slowly developed Alzheimer’s.
Sometimes, one or both of them would ‘hear’ the front doorbell that no longer existed ring.
None of us, of course, could hear it.”
“One of my sisters and her family moved in after our parents went into assisted living.
We all believed it was Mom or Dad touching base with us.
One year, we had a huge extended family reunion for Thanksgiving at the house in the backyard.
We had to show Aunt Connie the snipped wires to the doorbell so she’d believe us.”
Fcarino
7.
“When father passed away, we had to clean out his home.
It was very sad for all of us.
One item of his I had to have was this miniature grandfather clock.
Three days passed, and that darn clock began chiming one evening!
My husband and kids gasped!
My explanation was that my dad came to play a joke on us one last time.
It is never chimed again after that.
Thanks for the visit, Dad.
I missed you.”
Connie June
8.
She was a woman I always thought to be in her mid-twenties.
She never had a name I always just called her ‘Lady.'"
I was very upset, and my mom tried to comfort me.
I was so happy!
I treasured the image.
It also explains why she never had a name!"
Nicci, UK
9.
“I was driving from Guelph (city in Ontario) to Burlington (another city) alone.
It was around 9 p.m., and I had just finished a workshop.
The drive along the highway is relatively easy and usually non-eventful.
It became incredibly silent, and I could no longer hear the sound of my car.
It looked like I was driving into a swirling tunnel of fog.
Suddenly, my radio cut out.
It was incredibly silent, and I was scared shitless.
When I arrived, the clock said 9:25 p.m.
The trip is normally 80 minutes, but it took me only 25.
They looked confused and told me 9:25 p.m.
It seriously scared me to death…I still have no idea what the heck happened there!”
“I was sleeping overnight in my Dads hospice room in a recliner.
It was a holiday, and the volunteer staff were off that night to be with their own families.
She was quietly cooking breakfast.”
“Directly behind the stove was a staircase to the upstairs, where the bathroom was.
I walked past her and up the stairs to use the restroom.
The doorknob jiggled, and I called out, ‘Just a second.’
A couple of seconds later, I opened the door to find…nothing.
I looked in the two upstairs bedrooms, but no one was there.
Uneasy, I came downstairs and told the volunteer she could use the bathroom now.
She said she didn’t need to.
Apparently, we were the only two in the house besides my Dad and the other resident.
I told her what happened and she said, ‘Youre not the first person thats happened to.’
It made the hair on the back of my neck stand straight up.”
The conversation turned to my invisible friend, Charlie.
Charlie was always the accused when it came to strange noises or misplaced objects.
The dogs heads both swiveled as they tracked the sounds.
I went upstairs and confirmed that there was nobody else in the house.
We were alone, and all the interior doors were OPEN while both exterior doors remained locked."
Alan, Ontario, Canada.
“In the 1980s, I lived with my boyfriend.
A few months after these anxious occurrences, my boyfriend was hit by a train and killed instantly.
I think he was having premonitions of his own sudden and unexpected death.
Forty-plus years later, and this still breaks my heart.”
I got it out and put it on the worktop next to her.
I showed her where I left it, but it simply wasn’t there.
We carried the plates out from the kitchen and had our meal."
We lived in a very old house in the UK, over 200 years old.
Years later, I was at an event and recounted the tale to a group I was with.
She blamed mischievous spirits, so perhaps that’s who it was all those years ago, too."
“When I was 13, I lived in a Brazilian coastal city.
The city was crowded in the summer, so all the shops would stay open late.
With the house to myself, I decided to take a long, hot shower.
I even clearly heard my brother’s and dad’s voices, as well as my mom laughing.
“A few minutes later, I asked again, but still no answer.
I went out to greet them, but there wasn’t a single other person home.
So, whose voices were those?
And why did they sound so much like my dad and brother?”
“When I was little, my great-grandmother passed, and my grandmother kept a few of her belongings.
Almost daily after the sewing basket arrived, weird things would happen in the house.
The oven would suddenly turn on, or the rotisserie spit would start turning.
Apparently, the dog even got a bath one day while my grandma was at work!”
Lauren, California, USA
16.
She watched the ball just sort of roll away…and then it simply wasn’t there anymore.
She looked everywhere, even moving the sofa and chair.
It was a small apartment, a small room.
She never found it, even when we emptied out the place when she moved out.
She sat and watched it disappear in the middle of the floor.
I fell sound asleep for maybe an hour.
Instead, a tall, skinny man stood still at the foot of my bed, looking at me.
He had on a hat and unusual clothing.
Scared, I buried my head in my pillow for a few seconds, hoping it would go away.
When I looked again, he was gone.”
It seemed too late for them to be entertaining, as it was after 9 p.m.
I asked my mother if anyone had been upstairs, and everyone looked at me dumbfounded and said no.
I told them that I saw someone in my room.
I tried to explain what I saw, but I found myself struggling to describe his odd clothing.
They kind of chuckled, and my mom said, ‘You were just having a dream.’
I left the room, and the incident was not brought up again until two nights later.
On Saturday, my sister and her husband came over for dinner.
My sister, of course, volunteered and asked to have the spirit visit me.
‘I asked her what night the seance was, and she said Thursday.
When I asked the time, she said it was late, sometime after nine.
I asked who the spirit was and if the medium had described him.
His gaunt looks were those of a hardworking man.
It all made sense!
Somehow, I knew that this person had killed people in a house I was running away from.
I also knew what the house looked like; it was two stories.
I awakened from this dream and looked at the clock.
It was 2 a.m.
This dream was very vivid, and it really scared me."
“The next day, I went to school and told a few friends about the dream.
I also told my then-boyfriend.
Several people were murdered in a well-known area called Laurel Canyon in Los Angeles.
The house was in a wooded, hilly area and looked exactly the same as in my dream.
I started crying at the revelation.
Later, these murders became known as the Laurel Canyon Murders and are still very infamous.
It was like I had witnessed them as they were happening.
It was all red, indicating that the traffic was heavy.
I saw flashing police and the firetruck lights going off ahead.
I finally got on the highway…and there was not a trace of traffic to be found.
Then, I looked at my GPS, which showed that there was no traffic anywhere on my route.
In fact, there were hardly any cars on the highway at all.”
“I was mere seconds away from the highway when I saw all those cars and flashing lights.
What happened to them?
How did they vanish so quickly?
My husband saw my missed call moments later and asked why I was calling.
I replied, ‘I think I experienced a glitch in the matrix.'”
“My son was about 2 and a half years old at the time.
He was alone, playing in his room and laughing hysterically.
I went to check on him and asked him what was so funny.
He pointed to midair (at nothing) and said, ‘That man!
Hes so funny!’
I figured he was just using his imagination, so I blew it off.
Hes so funny!’
My husband’s eyes got wide, and he silently freaked out.
My son was named after his grandfather, and we believe he probably visited him to play!”
“It was Christmas Eve, and I was 6.
I woke up and climbed to the bottom of my bed, searching for my Christmas stocking.
My family always put ours on our beds, as we didn’t have a fireplace.
I looked up to see a woman standing in the doorway.
She had a red coat and a very distinct hairdo.
She didn’t speak; she just had her arms crossed across her chest.”
“I was so scared.
I had no idea who she was.
My grandparents were staying for the holiday, but she wasn’t my Grandmother or Mom.
I finally ducked under the covers, my stocking falling to the floor.
I regained my courage and looked up from the covers, only to find that she had disappeared.
The stocking that had fallen, though, was inexplicably back on the bed.
Everyone teased me, saying I sawSanta Clausbecause of the red coat.
Twenty years later, my Grandmother passed away.
We were looking through a small photo album of hers from the ’20s and ’30s.
I saw the woman from Christmas Eve in so many of the pictures with my Grandmother.
I think she apparently came to see my Grandmother but found me instead.”
“When I was a kid, my family lived in a big house in the suburbs.
The front yard had this huge oak tree that was at least a century old.
One night, I heard big cracking noises while trying to fall asleep.
I just assumed it was lightning and fell asleep.
I was 5 and curious, so I peeled back the covers and looked.
What I saw still haunts me.
There was a dark figure just sitting in the closet.
All I could see was a wide grin at first.
This figure did this every night for a week and then suddenly disappeared.
He never did anything but grin and make the shushing motion.
I’ve moved twice since then, but I still see the earring sometimes.
What are the odds of three different apartments having the same earring living in their toilet bowls?
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