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23 People Describe Their First-Hand Experiences With Unexplained Phenomena

Updated October 13, 2018 18.2k views23 items

If you want to feel a chill down your spine, these creepy stories about people's experiences with some slightly out-of-this-world phenomenon will do the trick. The people of Reddit share their inexplicable experiences with seemingly unexplainable occurrences and events, all for your entertainment.

You don't need to be a believer in the paranormal to enjoy these kind of stories. For the same reason we enjoy going to horror films— getting goose bumps and feeling unnerved— they're a good read. And knowing that they come from people's actual experiences gives them a whole new layer of freak-factor. If you are a believer, then all the better. These are real accounts of the unexplained, from a lot of people who are self-described skeptics, who can't seem to come up with any other explanation then something supernatural. 

  • Predicting The Future

    From user KoalaBearz:

    "In the 9th grade I sat in my English class waiting for the lesson to begin. My teacher always liked to take 10 minutes at the beginning of class to just talk about everything and anything. So this one particular day he begins with the story of his friend that was supposed to be on a flight, but canceled at the last minute when he had a dream of a plane crash. The small plane took off without him and later crashed. He then told us a story about a robbery that had occurred at his house a few years prior. He said he woke up in the middle of the night when he heard footsteps in the hallway. He picked up his baseball bat (named Sharlene) he kept beside his bed, and when the crook opened the bedroom door my teacher shattered his forearm with the baseball bat. After he was done telling us these stories he began his lecture but was immediately interrupted by a seagull smacking into the window of our classroom.

    The next day I came to class and sat at my desk and my teacher began his 10 minute talk. He started with the story of his friend who had a dream of a plane crash. I put up my hand halfway thought the story, realizing that I've heard this before and that the teacher must have forgotten he had told us already.

    But as I'm telling him that he told us this story my classmates looked at me and said 'No, he didn't.' 

    So my teacher finishes his story, and then segues into his next story... about a robbery that occurred at his house a few years prior. This time I beat him to the punch line and say 'You told us this yesterday! You break the guy's arm with a baseball bat.' Again, my classmates look at me and one guy tells me to shut up. My teacher says 'Well yeah, I broke the guy's arm with a baseball bat. Did I tell you already?' I tell him he told us yesterday and that his baseball bat is named Sharlene. He's baffled I know the name of his bat. But again everyone seems to deny he ever told us this. I can't believe what is going on! I begin to laugh, thinking that I'm going crazy.

    So I say 'No! Watch! A seagull is going to hit our window within the next two minutes!' Of course nobody believes me and this punk tells me to lay off the crack pipe. The class settles down and my teacher starts his lesson. Five seconds later a seagull hits the window."

  • The Monk Who Knew

    From user Crowmancer:

    "My grandfather was a respected Buddhist monk in the southern region of the U.S. When he passed away, dozens upon dozens of monks from around the country came in to pay their respects and every non-married male in my family became temporary monks for a week as a sign of respect. One evening, my uncle, a few of my cousins, and myself were conversing with one of the 'higher' ranked monks and he started talking to my uncle about his life. At first, we were all interested because he was telling my uncle information like the date when he was born, various locations of birthmarks on his body and so on, nothing too crazy, although it was hilarious for the rest of us.

    But then the monk starts lecturing my uncle for the things he had been doing and my uncle didn't really think much of it at first. Then the monk begins to tell the story of how my uncle stole a car in his early 20s, describes how he flipped it into a ditch and then how my uncle had to lie to his wife about how he got a concussion. My uncle says he had never told anyone this story before. The monk proceeds to do this to all of us. We had never met this particular monk before and it was amazing that he was not only nailing exact birth dates. I was probably 16 or 17 so I didn't have any crazy secrets like my uncle, but the monk did tell everyone exactly where I hid my money, which I thought at the time, was a spot no one would ever find."

  • A Child Always Knows

    From a deleted Reddit user:

    "When my daughter was about three-years-old, I had her in bed with me. I was exhausted and wanted to go to sleep, but she was still wide awake. I figured she was safe in bed with me so I closed my eyes, half listening to her as she chatted to me.

    I sprang wide awake though when she suddenly said 'I don't like that man,'. I turned over and looked to her side of the bed, asking 'What man?'

    She pointed to an empty spot next to the bed and said 'That man there.' It gave me the chills, but seeing as there was nothing I could do, I turned back over and closed my eyes. About five minutes later she said 'Man's gone now.'

    A couple of days later, my older daughter was out eating her breakfast in the family room. The three-year-old came out and pointed to the sofa, and said 'Who's that?'

    Her sister looked at the empty sofa and asked 'Who's what?'

    'That man there on the sofa,' was her answer."

  • The Brighton Ghost

    From user Bigbadbass:

    "I worked in a pub in Brighton, UK. It's an old church.

    We had ghost hunters come in to make a video, yet they found nothing. The stories were always around, but no one saw anything.

    Then I spoke to my boss about it, he said he sees ghosts frequently. He was one for bullsh*t so I didn't believe him, but he said I had no chance of seeing them until I was in the pub, by myself regularly.

    So fast forward six months; it's summer and I’ve gone full time. Setting up the pub, and I see a ghost, a woman in Victorian clothing, strolling down the stairs. Couple of days later, I see a face looking down on me from the balcony.

    It's strange, but I didn’t even think of being afraid, my rationale being if they have to be comfortable with you being around before they show themselves then they can't be so bad."