@ageedizzle first thing I thought about when I read that question: the time when I time-travelled into the 50s.

I did not actually time travel, but I visited a small town in Germany, in my home area actually, that somehow had managed to pass through the 50 years before, seemingly without being affected. I was looking down main street and there was nothing there that betrayed we were in the 2000s. 1/2

When we walked in the city and a car came a little off and it missed me by a few centimeters. It hit the person who walked right next to me (severely injured, but survived).

For two weeks my brain went in circles all day long with the question why etc.

A plane I was on crashed on its next trip. Air France 447. I flew from Paris to Brazil the day before, and I flew that route in one direction every five weeks for two years.

It was an eery feeling learning that “our” plane had gone missing (before the wreckage was found). But hey, I am now statistically immune to plane crashes.

Nice try doxxer! What’s next? do you want my uncle’s sister’s maiden name? /j

One time I had someone following behind me (didn’t look back, but I could hear them) while I was at college and I was confused why I was being followed (or if I was just imagining it). When I finally got to where I was going (probably about 1km away), the teacher finally told me they were following me because I walk fast and they basically took it as a personal challenge.

I was once abroad for a work trip, alone, and hanging around the local town center when I was approached by someone in quite theatrical costume (top hat and tails combined with animal-like elements) who greeted me by saying “Happy Apple Moon” and moved on. As the evening started to turn into night and then later circled back and told me to follow them. I followed them to the edge of a small woodland two blocks away and there was a candlelit path through the woodland “guarded” by two people in theatrical costume who greeted me with “Happy Apple Moon”. I returned the greeting and they let me pass.

I followed the first person down the forest path to an opening in the woods. There was a circular maze of candles laid out on the ground at the edges of which were lots of people in woodland animal costumes and in the center, a raised platform with a person in the center dressed as a large stag and playing a grand piano, the platform was covered in roses. There were a few other “normies” stood scattered around who had been lured into the woodland too.

The woodland animals on the outside started to dance in sync through the candle lit maze and guided me to the center where I was allowed to take a rose from the platform. The woodland creatures continued to dance a performative number around and then at the end of the piano song guided me out of the forest.

I left, rose in hand, and went back to my hotel.

The next day, I told the hotel receptionist what happened when she asked how my evening was and she did not believe me. I told my colleagues and they didn’t believe me. I returned home and told my friends - and they didn’t believe me.

Stumbling across a theatrical perfomance isn’t so weird, I guess. But it was so well done and performed for so few people. Even the receptionist at the hotel said “No, nothing like that would happen around here.” 😐

A guy died at work. I was his manager, so when he went missing for a few days, the police called me and asked me to check his office in the basement.

After I found his body, I was scheduled to be off a couple days. When I got back the office he had been in was emptied, stripped bare, new floor, new ceiling, new paint.

A few weeks after that, I saw him walking down a hall. I rushed to the corner he had turned down, but he wasn’t there.

He also had a distinctive odor. Poor hygiene combined with strong cologne. There were a bunch of times when I’d suddenly smell him standing nearby.

I’m not a big believer in ghosts. I figure it was just my mind working through it.

Me and my girlfriend saw an “UFO”. Not like a spaceship, or a ball of light or anything like that. Something waaay weirder.

This was during the COVID lockdowns. We used to live on the last floor of an old building, with a small balcony next to the roof. I was outside there smoking a cigarette before going to bed. It was night, but not dark. The whole sky was covered in this low thick cloud that kinda looked orange tbh.

I was smoking, looking around. When I saw at a distance what looked like a bunch of black helium balloons tied together floating. It didn’t look like anything at first, so I didn’t call my girlfriend or anything.

But I kept staring at it, as it slowly floated. After a couple of minutes, I noticed it moved really weird. The “balloons” seemed to be shifting around each other, almost “writhing”. It moved closer and closer, while “writhing” in the air. When it was still a bit far, it changed.

The shape went from what seemed like a mass of black writhing balloons to a perfectly uniform sphere. Then from inside of it, a smaller sphere came out. It circled and orbited the bigger sphere. And the two kept floating on closer and closer.

Of course at this moment I ran to call my girlfriend cause I needed someone to confirm I was seeing this and I wasn’t crazy.

When she arrived, they were even closer. I asked her “are you seeing this??” and I could see in her face she was. She was basically speechless through the whole thing.

Eventually the spheres came to be right on top of us, maybe 100 meters up in the air? It was hard to tell tbh. But they stopped. Right on top of us.

Then the bigger sphere started to shift shapes again. And it became A PERSON. Head, shoulders, arms and legs. A freaking person. The smaller sphere stopped orbiting the bigger shape, and also became a person, but smaller.

I didn’t know why but this made me so freaking ecstatic at the time. I started waving at them smiling feeling so happy. The bigger shape WAVED BACK at me.

The two then locked hands and started dancing skipping in a circle. Like they were celebrating or something. I couldn’t believe it, I felt a huge smile on my face from ear to ear.

I looked at my girlfriend to ask “can you believe this? Isn’t this the most amazing thing ever what the fuck?”…. But she was bawling her eyes out. She looked absolutely terrified. In shock, like medical shock.

That broke my ecstatic high right away, and I hugged her and asked if everything was ok. She didn’t really respond much.

I looked back up, and the shapes had stopped dancing. They slumped, looking actually disappointed or sad. The smaller one became a sphere again and started orbiting the bigger one. The bigger one became a sphere again as well. The smaller one went back inside the bigger one. And the shape just started getting smaller and smaller. It actually looked like a hole in the clouds behind them. And I noticed that’s what they looked like in general. Not like a physical black 3D shape. But like a HOLE, pitch black, turning inwards.

I kept staring at that for so long, seeing the “hole” disappear. My girlfriend went back inside.

We talked about it the next day, and we were both a bit hesitant to share too many details to be sure the other saw the same thing, and not “taint” the other’s memories. But we did, and we both did see the same exact things.

When I asked her why she was crying, she said she didn’t know she was. But that she did feel very afraid. But afraid the shapes were going to take me away. I understood that I kinda felt the same. But for some reason it made me ecstatic not sad.

I have no idea what we saw, which is why I say UFO. They were flying, and I have no idea what they were. One thing that kept returning to me over and over is that (I’m not religious at all) they looked a lot like what people used to call demons, specially in pre-Christian times. Creatures of shadow, shapeshifters

But yeah. That’s by far the weirdest experience me or my gf ever had lol

I have a really uncommon first name (The only thing I’m in the 1% with).

I was visiting Ireland with my parents. They had met a couple of other Dutch people at the bar, who happened to be staying in the same hostel.

At breakfast they joined our table. My parents introduced me: ‘This is our son Aka’. The guy says: That’s funny, I once met a boy with that name before, this was in Yugoslavia, I believe in '84.

Turns out this guy was the savior that once retrieved my swimming die from the bottom of a bay in the Adriatic sea once, ten years before.

If I had a more common name, we would never had known.

So, I’m not a believer in ghosts, so this is just some random unexplainable event in my mind. After the funeral of one of my grandpas, we got a call on the cordless landline in the kitchen. Caller ID was his name, no number. My mom answered and nothing on the other end.

This post also made me think about something I should have absolutely been way too young to remember. Probably the oldest memory I somehow have, which is specifically the imagery of one of the bathrooms in the house my grandparents lived in. Just the imagery of a dark room, but only a set of stairs that lead to an attic you couldn’t use because you’d fall through. Opposite wall from the toilet and sink. Not really an occurance, but the fact I can remember that despite the fact I was absolutely most likely still in diapers is kinda chilling.

Random people assaulting me in coffee shops while I was minding my business over what I was wearing or a book I was reading. I basically stopped reading in coffee shops because of this, and it only started happening in like ’22.

One time this guy went off on me and started lecturing me about how gay my boots were and how he’d be a rich pretty boy too if his mom hadn’t stolen his inheritance or something. Guy was unhinged and just ran away after his speech.

I was driving home from work around 6AM dark winter morning when I noticed one of the lamp posts that tower over the highway just after a bridge had fallen across the highway fully blocking the paved bit.

Then someone in a early 2000"s Toyota Corolla flew by me speeding just as I noticed this so I didn’t even have time to flick my hazards on. It’s an 80 zone briefly then 100 once the merge lanes end.

That person smoked the metal lamp post going ~120 km/hr and ramped off it going airborne all tires in the air, sliding the lamp post back off the road clearing the way. The car hit the ground throwing a sheet of sparks as the underbody was grinding on the asphalt briefly.

The person in the car didn’t seem react at all besides speeding up even more, disappearing into the distance. Their car must’ve made it home because I didn’t see them broken down before entering the city or any oil slicks.

I feel like I have a lot of every day weird things happen to me, but nothing paranormal or otherwise. Bystander effect is probably the weirdest thing there really is.

But I think the weirdest thing that happened to me was having a seizure. I’d fainted plenty plenty plenty of times in the past, and from my perspective initially, this one was no different. I was exhausted and way overheated after the last leg of a hike, but I was pushing myself because my then-partner had left me on account of being frustrated by my slow speed. He’d gone ahead to finish the remainder of the hike on his own.

So I got to the top and was huffin and puffin and just struggling to breathe. Leaned over a railing to take some effort off of standing and zoop everything went white and then it was all gone.

I woke up on the ground, surrounded by a few different people I didn’t know and sweaty as fuck. I remember talking about how hot I was and apologizing to the others for being so sweaty, but I don’t imagine the words actually came out of my mouth like I thought they might. I was kinda in and out for a little bit, but finally came all the way to and was so sore and so confused.

Turns out it was a full tonic clonic seizure caused by a blood clot getting into my spinal cord because the meat between the ventricals in my heart had burst and ripped open, allowing blood flow to go the wrong way.

Turns out I had a hell of a lot more going on than just being “out of breath” and I’ll always hold a little bit of resentment for my partner just taking off on me. That seizure was the wake up call to bite the financial bullet (yay america) and see a real doctor about the problems I was having. And then lo and behold, I was in the ICU for two months after finally seeing a doctor.

I came out of my room and went outside.

Never again.

I can’t think of anything supernatural. I’m usually quick to dismiss a lot of such things. I mean, I get scared, but I like to explore the instants and find reasonable explanations.

However, I do get paranoid when I’m overly tired and things can get interesting at night - interesting indeed, as I’m a night sky enthusiast. One that stands out is when I was stargazing in some December. I had a good view of Orion and Taurus. I was bouncing around clusters and nebulas with my binoculars. At some point, the paranoia started setting in, unbeknownst to me in my caffeinated state. I looked back towards Taurus, with its face, the 5-star V, was squared to the horizon and staring at me. It was so oddly inescapable. No clouds, no roof, no concept of scale. Just this massive, unwavering bull face that felt infinitely large and distant, yet somehow tangibly terrestrial, like the sky was painted overhead. I looked to Orion to see if I could shake it, but that face was still locked onto me in my peripheral. Even when I looked at the other end of the sky, I couldn’t shake the feeling I was being watched. It didn’t help that I was on a beach, so the waves drown the sound of anyone approaching in the sand, adding to the paranoia. I opted to pack it in and take the queue that I’m sleep deprived. It was an excellent night of stargazing, though. The water was choppy, but the sky was so clear that the stars looked to come right down to the horizon’s edge. It was as close as I’ve ever been to experiencing something resembling the scene in that Pirates of the Caribbean movie where they sail off the edge.