20 Times People Experienced Strange Events That They Can’t Even Explain

Published 2 years ago

When we encounter a strange phenomenon, we would get terrified, of course. But after composing ourselves and recovering from the said event, we would begin to seek explanations. We wouldn’t just let it pass by. It haunts us, and we want that haunting to be stopped. It makes us question, and the feeling of constant questioning is uncomfortable.

Unfortunately, some did not manage to find an explanation for an event that happened to their lives. The best examples can be seen in this Reddit thread where people share their creepiest unexplained stories. Below, you can find 20 of them, and they are scary not because of the event, but because of the missing explanations that still haunt the stories.

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Image source: cent0kr, La Casa de Estudillo

I stole a picture from one of the historic houses in old town San Diego on Halloween for fun with my girlfriend. Picture was painted in the 1800’s. It was Jesus praying in a hallway, upon closer examination there was an alternate black devil looking Jesus hidden I the shadows of the painting. Took it home and put it in the closet.

Randomly on nights I would smell the worst smell in the world and wake up and see what looked like a black smoke cloud. I moved three times and still saw the same shut. Finally my roommate saw the same thing so I knew I wasn’t crazy.

Long story short. I brought the picture back to where I got it and told one of the employees what I did and apologized and she replied “don’t worry they always come back to us”


Image source: THE_LURKER__, Tom Hodgkinson

In my hometown area there is a ghost story about a large grey bull that roams the local farms and bellows when seen only to vanish into thin air.

When I was a boy in the scouts I heard that story at a meeting and it made my blood run cold and gave a distinct taste of salt in my mouth. One of my earlier memories was being in the bottom of our fields at home and walking back uphill towards our house, I looked up and in front of me was a gigantic greyish-blue bull standing between me and the house. I had never seen it before and we didn’t have cows, so when it bellowed I turned tail and ran down through the field. When I looked back behind me, in a wide open field with nowhere to go, it was gone. My grandmother didn’t believe me of course, but years later she was our den mother, and when that story was being told I looked up at her across the room and she was already looking at me and white as a ghost.


Image source: serketbored, Foto Miki

Oh okay. This one scarred me for a couple of months.

When I was in high school, a guy and I got into an argument, he socked me in the jaw, and started to fall to the floor. When I hit the floor, I instantly transported to a dinner table at which I was an adult. There was a woman sitting across from me, with a toddler boy and a preteen girl. I got a good look of my surroundings; a relatively modern house, with what looked like two floors. I felt like I belonged here, like I had some sort of emotional connection with all the people in the room (especially the kids). Then, the woman (my wife?) asked me a question. When I opened my mouth, I threw up all over the table and woke up in a stretcher in an ambulance.

Hours later, I found out I just had a minor concussion. For a while, i felt like I left a part of my life behind; even if it was only for a bleak moment in that world. To this day, I can still clearly remember all their faces and what the house looked like.


Image source: JewishWolverine2, David Eubanks

One day I’m over at a friend’s house and we go in to the kitchen to do something, both him and I are moving around the kitchen All of a sudden we hear a pop and then there is a small spot of orange gooey stuff on my friends shirt. To this day we have no idea what it was. Looked around the entire kitchen and didn’t find anything that looked similar to the goo. We just chalked it up to an inter-dimensional being jizzing on my friend.


Image source: The_Kaizz, Tony Webster

My close friend lived in NYC, and she was driving with some cousins and got in an accident. This is about 2 am Sunday morning, I’m dead sleep. I dreamt the entire crash, and the scream from when they hit the median woke me up. It sounded like she was right next to me, screaming in my ear. As i got my phone to call her and check, she called me. I told her bits and pieces of what i had seen, but she figured i had guessed everything.

Until i described the dress she had on, and she freaked out because she had never shown me the dress, she had just bought it, and i even knew there’s was a tag still on it.


It’s been long said that there is a curse on my family. Sometimes, I’m inclined to believe it. We’ve had countless tragedies. One night, I had a dream that I was picking wild flowers in a field. Four tornados from every direction came at me. I woke up with a fever. I started having lady pains that my doctor thought was a uti, I was given rounds of antibiotics. I’d get better and then get sick again. I started wasting away until the day my sister came over got me cleaned up and carried me to her car and brought me to the hospital. They did an ultrasound and found a large mass on one of my ovaries. Surgery was planned immediately.

I remember waking up in the hospital room and all around me were shadows, but comforting ones. The doctor came in and was dumbfounded as to why it happened, he said it was like concrete around my ovary. I went home but I couldn’t sleep. My mother still felt something was off. She made an appointment with a medicine man, we are indigenous.

He knew nothing before hand and smoked a pipe and prayed. He said a dark woman threw tobacco she cursed in my path and I stepped on it. He pointed to my left side which is where the infection was. He said you still feel it don’t you? I said, yes. He had me lay down and used these bones and placed them over my left side. He started to vomit a yellow substance. He smudged me with sage and gave me teas to drink. It was over.

The weirdest part? The doctor told me the infection over my ovary was yellow in colour. I never had problems like that again. That night I went home and slept for 12 hours.

Our family knows who did it, their family have hated ours for many decades. It was over a man. The woman who did it is now dead. Good riddance.

Source: Wackydetective


Image source: RaunchyBushrabbit, Dave Gingrich

Lost time.

My brother was helping me across the country. We borrowed a van and loaded everything up for the last trip. Just before we left I checked my watch and called my gf that we would be hitting the road soon. My brothee checked the kitchen clock but only told me later he did.

We set out but couldn’t do more than 80 km/h because of the load. When we took the offramp of my new city my brother told me he couldn’t remember the trip, when I thought about it, neither could I. We both thought we where tired and thought nothing of it. However when we arrived at my new house my gf asked if I broke the speedlimit because we where almost an hour early. When retracing the route, my brother and I both agreed that we can remember passing a certain gasstation and nothing thereafter, until the offramp.

To this day we have no clue what happened during that hour we’re missing or how we could have traveled that fast. Not with any car or van atleast.

Now at the beginning I wrote we both independently checked for time, this is important for us because one time source could have been wrong but not both. Also I called before we left which limits the time we could use to travel.

Since then we have never experienced any weirdness like it or otherwise. I don’t have any weird memories or dreams, no piece(s) of metal lodged under my skin, etc. Just an hour I lost.


This happened when I was either 8 or 9. It involves a weird incident with my twin brother, and for a long long time afterwards I thought I had dreamt it.

So it was early evening after the sun had gone down, and I was downstairs in the living room watching tv. My brother was up in our bedroom reading. At some point this really uncomfortable feeling came over me, and I thought that my brother needed my help. I go upstairs, and our bedroom at the time was at the end of the hallway. As I walked down the hallway, and I’m standing right outside our door and right as I go to knock I hear a voice say “I have to leave now”.

He opened the door said “I think someone was outside the window talking to me, but I the only thing I heard was that they had to leave.” We were both creeped out, and told our mom what happened, but nothing ever came of it.

For a long long time I thought I had dreamt this, but a few years ago my brother asked me “Hey, remember that time when we were kids and someone was talking to me through the bedroom window? Remember how he left right when you came in the room? What the hell was that?”

Because he remember it exactly the way I do I’m convinced this really happened.

Source: ThatCrippledBastard


Image source: big_d_usernametaken, Amanda

My wife calling my name, nothing unusual about that, except that I did not hear it with my ears, as I was listening to Led Zeppelin’s “In My Time Of Dying” on the stereo, and it was cranked up. I heard it in my mind. I walked to the bathroom as I knew my wife was taking a bath. I found her face down in the water, she was unconscious, having suffered an epileptic seizure. Fortunately, I found her in time.


Image source: ayeiamthefantasyguy, Elliott Brown

We’re all convinced that something is going on in the flat above the one my parents have lived in since 2002. For starters, all of us (me, my siblings, our parents, as well as some of our neighbors) occasionally heard furniture being dragged across the floor when no one was currently living there. Sometimes we’d hear the footfalls of a running child as well. There is also the fact that in the years since we moved there, two different married couples lived there, both divorced within a year. A third couple came the brink of divorce to the point where they stopped living together for a while (she went to her parents’ home I think and he also went to stay somewhere else), apparently in their time away they mended things and, after hearing stories about that flat, decided to move out (no idea if they’re still together as of now). Actually before I moved out in 2009 a couple was remodeling it, apparently spent a ton of money on it but their relationship fell apart and they never got married.


Image source: steeltornado, Nenad Stojkovic

I saw my mom holding my baby sister in her arms and taking her to bed. Not weird, right? My mom was still pregnant with my sister at that time. I went to kitchen and saw her still in there. Still pregnant. I didn’t even bother going to bedroom to see who just went in there. Just nope. Stay in living room and mind my own business.


Image source: tinyahjumma, Garry Knight

I was 6 and my brother was ten. We had a 21 year old foster brother who lived with us off and on. One night I woke up to see him standing in the doorway of my room, checking on me. I said his name in a questioning voice. He said, “It’s okay. Go back to sleep.”

Around the same time, my brother woke up in tears. He said he’d had a dream about a knight standing on a hill, and it made him feel very sad.

Turns out our brother died in a car crash that evening.


Image source: debbie_downerz, Always Shooting

When I was 19 and my best friend was 20 (we are nearly 40 now), we were driving back to my house after visiting someone at work. We were on a somewhat busy road. It was getting dark but wasn’t quite dark yet. There were street lights and business lights everywhere so visabilty was still great. This road was 3 lanes in each direction and there was a concrete median dividing the traffic. I was in the left lane next to the median, and a traffic light was coming up. I saw a man standing in the median a good way before where the cross walk for the light would be. It instantly made me nervous. As soon as I thought that, he stepped out to cross the street. My best friend and I both instantly braced for impact as I slammed on my brakes. We went through him. We didn’t hit him and because there was a car to my right I wasn’t able to swerve out of my lane to avoid hitting the man. I looked in my rear-view and there wasn’t anyone there. I had come to a complete stop and we physically turned around in our seats to see how he had jumped out of the way. There was no one there and no way he could have ran off or hidden anywhere that fast. We both turned toward to each other and almost in sync asked each other “did you see that man”. We both saw the same thing. A man(couldn’t decribe his face, but it was a man’s form and both of us remember being confused as to why be was wearing a white robe, and both being terrified that he stepped out in front of us, like he was commiting suicide. I had a baby in the back seat. She was about 3 months old. She had been crying diring the drive and went silent when we came to a screeching stop which added to the weirdness of it all. We still bring it up occasionally and neither of us can come up with an explanation for what we saw other than something supernatural. Also, we both saw the white cloth fling across the windshield, like he was hitting it. But there was no impact, nothing. It was like he went through the car.


Image source: xxkoloblicinxx, oatsy40

Every year on my birthday for the first 20 years of my life I woke up at the exact time I was born. 5:56am EST.

When I was stationed in the UK I woke up at 10:56am and thought, “huh, broke the streak…” until I realized I was 5 hours ahead…


When I was very young my family lived in the middle of nowhere in an old, two story house and for almost a year weird stuff would happen. My older sister and I shared a room upstairs and sometimes we’d wake up to things crashing downstairs. Our parents would run upstairs top check on us because the kitchen would be trashed, pots and pans flung everywhere, and they wanted to make sure we were okay. Apparently they’d find me talking to nobody often and I would tell them about my friend who was another little girl that lived in our house with us. I would explain to them she lived there before us and she was mad we were moving before mom was having the baby. They thought I just had an imaginary friend but the wall paper in the bathroom would be torn and dishes all over the floor in the morning. I don’t remember any of this but the mess and a faint memory of what a girl looked like that I know I didn’t go to school with. My mom swears she saw the girl I described standing in our kitchen one night looking very sad. I don’t know if my parents were messing with my sister and I or what but they waited for my brother to be born before we moved so who knows.

Source: gubblebumstar


Image source: bornwithatail, SoulRider.222

Ghost car.

I worked the overnight shift at an AM radio station back in the 90s. Saw a car come down the driveway to the parking lot. Went out to see who it was and the car was just gone.

I would have seen if it had turned around or backed out.

Thought I was going nuts until the announcer strolled out of the studio and said “What happened to that car?”.


Image source: iamgiorgious, lorenz.markus97

Let me preface this with my morning routine: Wake up at 4:30 am. Out the Door by 5:15 am. Clock in at work 5:5x am. Never fails unless major traffic incident on the highway. Anyhow, one morning this past August, I am out the door as usual, minimal traffic on the road. Boss calls half way through my commute, “Hey, you coming in?” and I say “Yeah, why do you ask?”. Boss “well its 6:30 am and you usually call if you’re going to be late”. I look at my dashboard and yup. It’s 6:30am. Somewhere between leaving my door and getting on the road I lost about 1 hour.

Edit: Alright guys, your replies are scarier. Absence seizures, Carbon Monoxide, Secret DST, Alzheimer’s.
Edit 2: Not Daylight Savings. Happened this past August.

Edit 3: I am taking your advice and visiting my GP for a check-up and referral.


Image source: eyekwah2, Jessie Pearl

I have a friend who once told me about a time when he was in his teens. He slept in a bunk bed with his brother in the lower bunk.

He said he dreamt a demon wearing the skin of a man threatened to [take his brother’s life]. In order to save him, he somehow managed to procure a knife and put the knife to the neck of the demon. The demon tells him, “the only way to rid evil is through evil”. He hesitated and woke up to find he was pressing a butcher knife under the neck of his younger brother.

He was still sleeping, fortunately, but when he awoke, he told the same dream exactly, except he was attacked by his brother in the dream and said the exact same thing, “the only way to rid evil is through evil”.

Nothing similar happened after that and it gave him some serious issues that led him to go through psychotherapy for a while.

I can’t say if it’s true or not. As far as I know he made the whole thing up, but I don’t think so as he was reluctant to mention it.


Image source: Shelly74053, Ken Lund

I driving down the highway about 3am when a semi truck pulled alongside me then swerved into my lane running me off the road and down a very steep incline. I remember going over I gunned the engine Why I don’t know), but as I was going downhill I kept telling myself to step on the break. I couldn’t move it was like someone was holding my foot down. Then I heard this voice tell me ok now you can step on the break. Neither my infant daughter nor myself were injured and the only damage to the car was a hole in the oil pan. Both the tow truck and the highway patrol officer was incredulous that I didn’t roll the car. They told me if I had tried to stop any sooner than I did I would have probably [end] us both.


Image source: borregano, AllAboutDogs.Net

When I was a child, while waiting for the bus I was very nearly attacked by the biggest, blackest, meanest dog I have ever seen, until an equally big white dog came out of nowhere to my defense while I ran back inside. It has made me think a lot about angels and demons, and I have never been sure what to believe since it happened.

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