Life has a way of slipping into moments that feel less like reality and more like a scene straight out of a thriller. Sometimes, it’s an eerie coincidence. Other times, at first ordinary day makes you question what’s possible in the end. The following true accounts aren’t tales from the big screen — they’re real moments that ordinary people swear actually happened.
- I had a job interview in a town I had never been in before. I got lost and decided to park the car and walk up to a random stranger—some old man I had never seen before. I asked him where I could find [name of business].
He politely told me where to find it and then said, “You’re welcome, [my first name and last name].” I never told him my first and last name—just asked for directions. I was dumbfounded, and he just chuckled and walked off into some store.
I think back to it every so often. I have an uncommon name; there’s no way he could have guessed it.
- My wife journals every night before bed. Last month, she misplaced hers and was upset because it was filled with private thoughts. We bought her a new one, and she started fresh.
Yesterday, while cleaning out the hall closet, I found her old journal. Only… it wasn’t the same. The cover was identical, but the handwriting inside wasn’t hers. The entries were about us — our arguments, our dinners, even what shows we watched — but from someone else’s perspective.
When I showed her, she swore it wasn’t a prank. Now we keep it locked away, but sometimes I think I hear pages turning upstairs at night.
- A few years back, I was talking to my parents late at night. Their room leads to a corridor, which has a door to the bathroom and a door to my room.
I said goodnight to both of them, and they each responded with “Good night.” Then I proceeded to close the door to their room and walk down the corridor to mine. When I was by the bathroom door, a voice whispered in my ear, “Good night,” in the deepest and spookiest voice I had ever heard.
I froze for a second, opened the door to my parents again, and asked if they had spoken to me. They both denied it, so I calmly closed the door and then bolted to my room and cried myself to sleep.
- When my mom and I moved to a new house, she had some redecorating to do.
One of the things she wanted to change was the bathroom curtains. The ones in there were torn, dirty, browned, and just very ugly. So, she bought some new curtains.
Since she is quite short, she couldn’t reach the attic, which is where she wanted to store the old curtains (it was a rented house, so we couldn’t throw them away). So, I put the curtains into a box and stored them in the attic. The new curtains went up. All was good.
The next day, when I came home from school, the horrible, dirty curtains were back up in the bathroom. The new curtains were nowhere to be seen. I asked my mom why she had changed the curtains back, and she was terrified—she had no idea how it happened.
Still bothers me to this day.
- My wife and I stayed at a small roadside motel on a road trip. In the middle of the night, I woke up to see her sitting at the edge of the bed, staring at the wall. I asked her what was wrong, and she slowly turned and said, “She’s in the bathroom.”
When I looked, the light was on, and the shower curtain was pulled closed. I opened it, but the bathroom was empty. When I went back to bed, my wife was sound asleep. She swears she never got up.
- I have never owned a cat. My current apartment has had a zero-tolerance policy for pets since it was built in 1994, and unlike most neighborhoods in Tokyo, I’ve only ever seen one feral cat, and it was bright orange.
For the past six years or so, there has been a brown/dark gray cat that I see sitting inside my apartment entranceway, walking down the hall, crawling under my kitchen table, etc., etc. And sometimes, at all times of the day, I’ll hear a faint purring too, like there’s a cat sitting just out of view. Other people have seen or heard it too.
I named it Sconey and now feel bad when I have to go on business trips because my “cat” will be all alone.
- My mom tells a story about a time when I was about six, and one of her close friends was pregnant and came over for lunch. They explained that she had a baby in her tummy and let me put my hand there.
My mom said I got a curious look on my face, looked up at the woman, and said, “There’s two. A boy and a girl.” The woman laughed and made some joke about not needing more than one.
The next week, the woman called my mom, a bit freaked out, and told her she’d just had her ultrasound and was having twins—a boy and a girl.
- One night, there was a knock at our door. My husband got up to check, and when he opened it, he froze. Standing outside was his ex-girlfriend, looking pale and soaking wet. He slammed the door shut and said nothing. The next morning, we saw her obituary in the paper. She had drowned two days earlier.
- One time, my husband and I were lying in bed, and the bottom drawer of his nightstand slammed shut. There was no logical explanation for why that happened, and we still don’t understand it to this day!
- I had a terrible dream and woke up screaming. I ran to turn on the light in my room because I still felt terrified. I hit the light switch, and the light did that bright flash thing and burned out, so I panicked and opened my bedroom door.
There were two dark silhouettes, and one reached out to touch me. I woke up again. Turns out that was a dream too.
I went to turn my light on, a little less panicked this time, and it was burnt out. I ran upstairs and made my roommate change my lightbulb because every time I tried to go in there, I instantly got goosebumps and that “not alone” feeling.
- I borrowed a book from my university library, and inside the back cover was a folded note. It read: “If you’re reading this in 2021, leave immediately. The fire starts in the archives.”
I showed it to my friend, and we laughed it off. The next day, the library’s basement archives caught fire due to faulty wiring. The book I borrowed was destroyed in the flames — along with the note.
- I grew up in a two-family house—me, my parents, and my siblings living on one side, and my grandmother on the other. You were able to access my grandmother’s side through a single door in the house.
Once she passed away, I slowly took over her side since I was in high school and wanted my own space. One night, I was walking to my room at the end of the hallway. There was a small mirror on the wall at the end. It was pretty dark, but I was still able to see.
Right before I entered my room, I looked up into the mirror and saw my grandmother standing behind me. It was so terrifying, especially since this was around 3 a.m. I had to leave the house and stay with my girlfriend!
These tales remind us that life still has mysteries we can’t pin down. Maybe they’re coincidences. Maybe they’re something more that will haunt you. Either way, they leave us with the same uneasy feeling that sometimes the world is stranger than fiction.
