17 People Share Their Most Unexplainable Experiences

From Redditor/u/spiderinside:

I’m an ER doctor currently. When I was in med school we had a chronic respiratory failure patient who was DNR/DNI [do not resuscitate/do not intubate]. During our morning rounds, [a] nurse called us to [his] bedside for vital-sign check. Guy was deader than a block of wood. No pulse, no breathing, pupils fixed and dilated, etc... My senior resident was like, "This is a great chance for you to confirm your first dead body."

We write up his death note, make arrangements... An hour later, we get called by the SAME nurse, "Uh, this guy is alive and talking to me." Sure enough, homeboy is wide awake and Chatty Cathy. He got discharged a few days later. I kept tabs on him until I finished med school. He lived at least another 1.5 years.

From Redditor/u/jnhummel:

A friend [and I] saw a teeny-tiny person.

This was in the '90s... [T]here was a really nice pub about a mile from where my friend Jason lived, and the walk there from his house took us along one of the canals (this was in England, the West Midlands, to be precise). One evening I'd gone over to his house, we'd walked over to the pub, had a couple of pints, something to eat, and were on our way back.

It wasn't late - early evening and still a decent amount of light. We're walking down the track beside the canal when we hear a splash in the water behind us. Turning around, we see - about 40 feet away - the ripples of something moving through the canal toward the bank. Now both of us were keen birdwatchers at the time, so we were guessing it was something like a coot or a moorhen. So we were both pretty shocked when what looked like a tiny little man, about 8 inches tall, climbed out of the water, shook himself off, and dashed into the hedgerow.

We were both frozen for a few moments before we headed to the spot where the little man [got] out of the water. Didn't find any trace of him. We got back to Jason's place and spent a couple of hours trying to rationalize it, but there was no other animal or bird we could think of that we might mistake for a tiny person.

From Redditor/u/boy_robot_Sky:

This is a dark one. It happened when I was around 11, [when] my parents and I went on a trip to Austria and... visited a theme park. In the theme park was a jumpy thing; there was a 1-[meter], 2-[meter], and 3-[meter] pole, and you could jump down on this huge cushion. I wanted to try, and went straight up the highest pole.

I've jumped down those poles before a few times, but that time I was just terrified. I don't know why, but all... of a sudden I was shaking and scared for my life; it was this deep kind of fear [I'd] never felt before. My mind was telling me not to jump. Which didn't make sense because I just jumped down there and it was fun. So I let the kid behind me go first.

She died. The cushion had a leak and she broke her neck. She was 9 years old.

I climbed down and will never forget this. If I had jumped, I would be [gone], and I can't stop feeling like fate wanted me on that day and not her.

From Redditor/u/Nervousnessss: 

I’ve had this feeling. I was much older (16). My father and brother were both in bed already. They had been sick and had taken NyQuil so they were asleep, hard. My aunt had cancer and my mother was staying with her to help. I called my mother and told her, "I can’t sleep. I feel like I’m going to [perish]. Like I just know if I go to sleep I won’t wake up." Mom convinced me I was just stressed out (it was a bad year... She told me to just sleep on the sofa. I tried but I couldn’t shake the feeling. Eventually I went and laid in my bed, and I dozed off.

I woke up to flames. The house next door to ours had fully caught fire. My bedroom was closest to the property next door and my roof had caught fire as well. I got my family out of the house and got the fire department there. Had I slept on the sofa, by the time I had realized the house was on fire we wouldn’t have had a clear path out.

Dad called Mom and told her about the fire. Mom LOST IT. Never again has she tried to rationalize my "gut feeling."

From Redditor/u/kokopelli687:

When I was growing up, my dad and I would sit for hours and watch dragonflies. He and my mom divorced when I was 13, and he moved out of state and couldn't really support himself and a kid, so my mom got custody and moved us to a different state. The invitation was always open for him to visit but he never did. We'd talk on the phone a few times a week to stay caught up.

He [got] a rare kind of cancer in his vocal cords and was going to have something surgically removed in there. He called me a few days after the surgery and told me things were looking good, but they were keeping him in the hospital because he had a fever after the surgery. I knew at that point that this was our last conversation. The next day, I was sitting in my truck before work with the window open and a dragonfly landed on my hand. It was November, so there shouldn't have been any around, and it felt like my dad was standing there. About two minutes later I got a call from his friend [who] was staying with him at the hospital that he had passed about five minutes before I'd seen the dragonfly.

From Redditor/u/Clemeit: 

My father has recounted this story to me exactly twice, and even though it happened to him some 40 years ago, I could still see the goosebumps on his arms as he recalled the experience:

"When I was young, probably 12 or 13, my family lived in a small residential suburb. There was a street lamp right across the street from us that would shine into our living room window at night, so every night before we went to bed my father would draw the curtains.

One night I woke up around 2 am and went to the kitchen to get some water. As I passed through the living room I noticed a beam of light from the street lamp had made it through a small gap between the curtains and I had the urge to peek through.

Standing under the street lamp was a tall man with a black cap, silver skin, and massive eyes - those huge bug-eyes that you see in alien movies. He was standing there motionless, and staring right at me.

I quickly ducked down behind my father's recliner. There was no way he could have seen me; the house was completely dark and I barely moved the curtains as I looked through. After a few minutes of sitting on the floor behind the recliner, I grew curious to see if the man had passed. I looked through the curtains again.

Pressed firmly against the other side of the glass - inches away from my face - was the silver man with bug-eyes, staring right at me. After a moment frozen in terror, I ran through the house towards my father's room and woke him up, quickly telling him what happened. He grabbed his shotgun and went outside to look around. He didn't find anyone, but there was a set of fresh footprints in the dew that had been collecting on the lawn."