Has anything inexplicable happened to you?

In My Humble Opinion
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[QUOTE=schnuckiputzi]
I have always been the one in the family to “see dead people”, and my family has quite a history of paranormal events, so my mom was quite relaxed with the fact that my dad came to visit me for a while after he died, and that when she would take me places when I was a kid, I spoke of people talking to me that had died in those places years before. I learned to shut it out, or something, as I grew up, but as a married adult I lived in an old house that had belonged to a doctor. He had died in the bedroom downstairs, but I always heard him come up the stairs (creaky century-old wooden stairs), pause at each kid’s bedroom, and then walk down the hall. His steps always were slow, as if he were tired. Once I saw him in our kitchen, dressed in 1940’s suit and fedora, very thin and tired-looking. I always felt sorry for him, as if he just couldn’t give up taking care of someone, even if he were dead.
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I’ve always hoped something like this would happen to me.

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Our cat always used to jump over the same invisible obstacles in my parents’ house. We could never work out why.

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[QUOTE=control-z]
Kids can be good at pretending to be asleep. I know I was. :slight_smile:
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Maybe, but they were really asleep. I won’t get into the details, but let’s just say they have very distinctive breathing patterns. Plus, it was the sound of an adult on the stairs. My oldest is about 35 lbs, fully clothed.

[QUOTE=ArrMatey!]
Hrm. Did you buy my aunt’s place? <snip> She lived <snip> in an enormous mansion.
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I wish it was a mansion- but definitely not.

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I asked her out. She said yes.

Still can’t explain it.

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Some years ago, when I was 20 years old or so, I was sitting on my bed in my room, and got up to go to the toilet. Suddenly there was a loud buzzing noise in my ears and my vision blacked out - it couldn’t have lasted more than a second, cause I didn’t fall or call out or anything, it was almost over before it started. The buzzing ended with a loud “click” and my vision returned. I sat down quickly and waited for something to feel wrong, but nothing did, so I carried on with my life.

It’s never happened again and I’ve always wondered what it was - short circuit in the brain perhaps?

Grim

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My wife had been bugging me all day to get her keys out of my car. I finally went to go do it when she was putting our little one down to sleep.

I came back inside and told her that they weren’t there. She walked straight to her purse, and dug around, pulling them out. She then reclipped the rest of the keys to her carkey, which was on it’s fob on the table.

Then she told me that our little one had told her that “some of the keys are in her purse, and some of the keys were on the table”. She’s a bit creeped out.

I’m just telling myself he has some REAL good observational skills.

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[QUOTE=grimpixie]
Some years ago, when I was 20 years old or so, I was sitting on my bed in my room, and got up to go to the toilet. Suddenly there was a loud buzzing noise in my ears and my vision blacked out - it couldn’t have lasted more than a second, cause I didn’t fall or call out or anything, it was almost over before it started. The buzzing ended with a loud “click” and my vision returned. I sat down quickly and waited for something to feel wrong, but nothing did, so I carried on with my life.

It’s never happened again and I’ve always wondered what it was - short circuit in the brain perhaps?
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Perhaps. This can also be a symptom of other things. You might talk to your doctor. It might be a one-time thing, it is not unknown, but if you have a good health plan, I would suggest you see a specialist.

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[QUOTE=tdn]
Years ago, I was falling asleep, when I felt my GF’s cat walking on my bed.

Pretty normal, right? Except that a week or so before, GF had moved out, taking her cat with her. For about a year after, I could feel the cat walking on my bed.
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So in short - GF and cat leave you and memory of cat keeps haunting you.

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Oh, a small one… But kinda fun.
My (now deceased) friend had a young son, just getting to the ‘chatty’ stage of language recognition. One day, friend, son, and I are in the kitchen, getting dinner ready (okay, so the kid was helping by taste-testing the cheese, but we all lend a hand, right?)
I tell friend that, now that son is talking, I’m going to intentionally tell him the incorrect definitions for words. My example; “He asks me what a dromedary is, I’ll tell him it’s a turtle.”
Out of nowhere, son pipes up, “That’s a camel!”
I look at him in shock, look to friend, “Did you teach him that?”
“I didn’t teach him that! Did you teach him that?”
“No…”
We both look towards son, who (literally) has a big, cheese-eating grin on his face. We never found out how he somehow knew that dromedaries were camels.

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I’ve told this here before; it’s not that amazing and a little like MadTheSwine’s story.

Several years ago I took off my watch and laid it in my purse, on top of the contents, before bed. When I awoke, the watch was gone. I emptied the purse, and checked all the pockets. No watch.

Several days later I got into my car and threw my purse on the seat next to me and was astonished to see the watch laying on top, as though I’d just carefully laid it there. I was stunned to see it there, and got a little zap of adrenaline at the sight.

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I had a semi-lucid dream as I was dozing off one night- it was really short, just an image of my dad in his favorite shirt, saying my childhood nickname as if he was in pain. He was several thousand miles away (in Oman, 5-6 hours ahead, timewise).

The next day my stepmother called and said he’d suffered a slipped disk in the middle of the night and wouldn’t be able to walk for two weeks.

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My cat Ziggy would always cry and stand by the front door right before me or my sister came home. The thing is, he would position himself there no less than 5 minutes in advance of our arrival. Our comings and goings weren’t clockwork and sometimes we drove home, sometimes walked, so it wasn’t that he was following a particular pattern of behavior. I find it hard to attribute his ability to smell or hearing. How was he able to do this?

He could also see through opaque things. I used to my hide my hand behind a wall created by a thick, dark blanket and wiggle my fingers at different places. He would always pounce on the spot where my hand was, even though I swear I wasn’t doing anything to give my location away.

Ziggy had magical powers.

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Back in 1990 I was living in Burbank and my grandmother was in a nursing home in Utah.

I got a call from my mom a couple of days before that Grandma had fallen into a coma and to expect to come up for a funeral soon. One night about 4:30 I was awakened by my phone ringing. I answered in a sleepy voice only to hear - nothing. No sound. No breathing, no buzzing, nothing. Dead line.

The next morning my mom called me at work. My grandmother had passed away that morning at 5:30 AM.

5:30 Utah time is 4:30 California time.

I still believe that Grandma wanted to hear my voice one more time.

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Bump. I love this thread, but I can’t contribute anything.

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At a get together Thanksgiving weekend 1980 we were talking about how old everyone was getting. Someone said “Yeah, even John Lennon is 40.” I immediately said “Omigod. He is going to die at age 40.”

I mentioned JFK Jr to three different people the first week of July 1999.

I mentioned the Oklahoma City bombing to someone on September 8, 2001.

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[QUOTE=Martha Medea]
Our cat always used to jump over the same invisible obstacles in my parents’ house. We could never work out why.
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In this vein, one of my childhood friends had a lovely dog called Muck. Muck was a perfectly ordinary Jack Russell except that he had a thing about her brother’s bedroom doorway. Specifically, he thought there was something of about his own height in it.

There wasn’t.

Upon entering or leaving the room, Muck would always jump over this non-existent thing. No matter how fast he was going or how desperately he wanted to get through, they never saw him use the doorway without jumping over the ‘doorway thing’. You could pick him up and put him down on the spot, but he would wriggle away as soon as you let him and bark at the spot for a while, like ‘Hey! Be more materially tangible, doorway item!’. You could drag him through it and he didn’t hate it, but he wasn’t comfortable and there was more barking. You could put a favourite toy of his in the spot and he would either ignore it or bark incessantly at it.

Once her dad tried to hold him in the spot but Muck hated it so much that they never tried that again (Note: they did not experiment with his illusion very frequently, most of these things happened only when they originally realized he thought something was there - they weren’t torturing him).

My friend told me that when he was a puppy and he wanted to use the doorway, he just used to sit nearby and whine or yap a bit (apparently he wasn’t quite big enough to clear the ‘obstacle’ then :smiley: ) until somebody took him through. Then one day he just leapt through and that’s how he bypassed his ghost object from then on.

Muck was a cool dog.
Only one strange thing has happened to me that I can recall right now. It occured when I was about 12. My parents went out, my sister was at a birthday party all day - leaving me alone in the house. I watched a video while they were gone. Parents had gone to pick up some stuff from my uncle’s house, a three-hour round trip. I watched one episode of Fawlty Towers while they were gone. I put the tape in moments after they left at about 1pm.

When the episode was almost over, lo and behold my parents had returned. I asked them if something had gone wrong - nope. Then I saw the carload of stuff they had returned with. The I saw the clock in the hallway. They had been to my uncle’s and come back. It was just after 4pm. I am certain I did not fall asleep, I knew the episode well and I quite definitely only watched that one episode and it was only just finishing when they returned.

Where the hell did my time go? I have never been able to figure this out. My mum suggested that I DID fall asleep with the tape playing, it continued to the end, rewound itself and was somehow started again - when I woke up, the first episode was playing again and just reaching it’s end. I am skeptical of this theory. Our VCR did automatically rewind tapes if you played them through to the end, but it never started playing them again. I could not have rolled on the remote, pressing play, as it was metres away on a table and I was on the couch. The cats could not have stepped on the remote as they were both outside until my parents returned. Plus - I am still absolutely certain that I did not fall asleep. I want my 2 1/2 hours back!

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The night after my cat Fluffy had died, I woke up in the middle of the night, and I swear I felt something jump off of my bed. Who knows?

My mother said that once when my grandmother was in the hospital, she was upstairs cleaning up the bedroom, and when she went to make the bed, she saw TWO imprints on the pillows-it looked like two people had slept there. My grandfather had died about eight years before.

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[QUOTE=bouv]
The simplest solution is that her phone had a glitch and dialed my number, not his…but I know we heard his voicemail message, not mine, so the hell?
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Is it weird that this weirded me out more than anything else? Or is it just…the whole cultural trend of technology being sinister (“One Missed Call,” “The Ring,” etc.).

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We had (still have) an old house in Ohio that is . . . weird. The first year we lived there many, many eerie and inexplicable things happened. The weirder stuff calmed down after a while, but we still had “gremlins.”

The day I accepted a new job and started househunting on the internet, my SO’s keys went missing. We turned the house upside down and sideways: nothing.

The morning my SO got into the car to leave for our new home, four months later, her keys were sitting on the front seat.

We joke that the house had to come to terms with us leaving before we could have the keys back. Of course, it’s been for sale for a year, so we haven’t left all of the way.

My deceased brother’s workboots move around of their own accord. My mother keeps them next to the fireplace and sometimes they are pointed a different way or entirely disappear for a few days and then are back.

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Well, my story isn’t nearly as strange as others on here, but it is still something odd that I can’t explain.

I have a small shop in the back of my property where I work rebuilding steering components for people and shops around the country. It is not unusual to drop a small part while working on an assembly, and they often fall off the workbench onto the floor.

However, when you look for it on the floor, you can’t find it. There is a gap under the bench, and I am certain that many of the parts roll under there, or bounce off the end of my shoe and go under the bench. Since I am getting too lazy and old to get down on the floor and dig around under the bench for every little part, I just look all around on the floor and under the edge of the bench, then just find a spare part and complete my assembly.

The next morning, when I open up my shop, the part that was missing will be sitting on the floor in front of the workbench. No way the part was there before I closed up for the night. No way I missed seeing it. The part will usually be sitting in an area where I would have stepped on it a dozen times or more, even if I hadn’t seen it.

I have even had this happen to a helper that occasionally works with me. We will both search the floor for the fallen part, not see it, yet find it sitting in the middle of the floor the next morning or after we return from lunch. We joke that the part was grabbed by “the little guys under the workbench” after we dropped it. If we find it the next day, we decided that the little guys already had one of those pieces and didn’t want another.

No, no one else could have been in the shop, there are no pets or animals to move stuff around, it only seems to be the parts that we drop on the floor, nothing else. It doesn’t happen every time, but it has happened dozens of times and I have no explanation for it.