In a realm where alternate dimensions intersect with our own, the fabric of reality can warp in unexpected and inexplicable ways.
Told by individuals who have encountered phenomena that defy rational explanation, these stories offer glimpses into a world where the boundaries between the known and the unknown blur. From apparition encounters with deceased loved ones to inexplicable disappearances of objects, these narratives challenge our understanding of reality and leave us with a lingering sense of unease.
As we delve into these reports, we are confronted with the disturbing notion that there may be more to existence than meets the eye, inviting us to contemplate the mysteries that lie beyond our understanding.
Imagine a universe in which dimensions other than our own coexist. This can lead to amazing events that some people may encounter unexpectedly. It could include seeing dead loved ones, mysterious events, or objects disappearing from sight. These scary stories have been told by some people online and we can assure you that they will make you feel really uneasy.
While I was still partially asleep, something gripped my legs. As I stood at attention, a small child ran out of the room. When my two dogs saw the young girl leave the room, they turned to me with expressions like, “Did you see that?” They chased her into the living room and down the stairs. When we reached the living room I followed them and found it empty. My only theory is that even though I was awake, I was still dreaming.
When I was in fourth grade, my grandfather read me a bedtime story while I sat on the edge of my bed. The only picture of him I have is in my grandmother’s trunk in the attic. He died before I was born. His name was unknown to me; his existence and demise caused much grief in my family.
When I was a small child, I shared a third-floor apartment with my mother after my father died.
I was scared every night when I saw the shadow of a hand in the window and stuck my head between my mom’s back and the bed. I was worried for those few weeks that it would continue. I finally gathered my nerve during the day and looked at the windowsill. It was empty. I went outside and looked through the glass. There was nothing close to it.
It defies explanation. Weird, really.
A week before my twin died, I had a horrible image in my head while I was in the passenger side of the car.
I imagined that I would arrive at it, find it deserted, with the door closed. I was overcome with the feeling that he was dead in spite of that. I had never sobbed so much at the thought before. I also dreamed that he came to visit me and asked where he was. He didn’t know about his death in the dream, but I showed him his death certificate and all the documents my mom was finishing.
I don’t know why, but knowing that I had a week’s notice made it easier for me to deal with his passing than my siblings or my mother. It will be his tenth anniversary in March and I am trying, but failing, to dream about him.
The eraser on the pencil disappeared from sight. After I threw it against some lockers, it just disappeared. I searched for quite some time before I gave up. I checked the place every day for the rest of elementary school to see if it was there. I swear to god it’s gone!
My brother, who is two years younger than me, used to play basketball outside with me when I was about 13 or 14 years old. On business trips, my dad would come home and work on the wooden baits outside his shed.
He always greeted me and my brother with a “Hey guys” greeting. One evening when my dad was at work, we both heard him say, “Hey guys,” and we responded in kind, believing he was back soon. We went inside to ask mom why Dad was home when we finished and she informed us he wasn’t. He returned home two days later as planned. My sibling and I still can’t piece together our memories of it.
I was six years old when I remember going to bed on a Wednesday night. When I woke up, it was Friday. When yesterday was Wednesday, I asked my mom why today was Friday. Apparently, she said, yesterday was Thursday.
The last thing I remembered doing on Thursday was going to bed on Wednesday, so I asked her what she did. She started listing a few things, but none of them seemed true to me. I never figured out why Thursday slipped my mind.
A man stopped at one of the free newsstands as he walked down the sidewalk. After opening it and removing the spatula, he turned and retreated in the opposite direction. This might make sense if the man was homeless, but he was well-groomed, clean-shaven, and wearing polished business casual clothes.
My mother raised her two children alone. She had just enough money to cover her bills, which was stressing her out. Unfortunately, it left us penniless. She put in a lot of effort and worked several shifts at the hospital. Still, this particular month was tough. While sweeping, she hoped that something would happen. When she turned to empty the trash into the trash, a clean $100 bill sat neatly on top of the full trash can. No one shared our home with us. She could never figure it out.
My husband and I were watching a movie years ago, just relaxing. We didn’t pay much attention when the commercials started, but once one ended we both knew where they were being filmed and were sure we were there. It took a few seconds to find the remote and rewind as the ad continued to discuss our journey to the location. But it was not present.
We scanned ahead believing we had missed it. Yet nothing was present. We continued to wind, but nothing happened. Even though it’s completely inexplicable and not really exciting, we’re still uncomfortable discussing it.
My sister, my father, and I all saw something that was neither human nor animal.
My sister, my father, and I all saw something that was neither human nor animal.
It was the winter of 2015. We traveled ahead. We all agree that we saw long, gnarled limbs like a deer, but it was moving so fast that it was just a dark blur, even though its “arms” and “legs” looked human. We continue the discussion.
At the age of six, I remember my grandfather coming over and spending a few minutes talking with me while I was playing in my room. After a while, she stands up, tells me “Be a good girl for Mom”, gives me a quick kiss on the forehead, and leaves.
After about five minutes, my mother came frantically into the room and told me that my grandfather died last night and that we had to move in with his relatives who lived two states away.
Our children’s stories about memories from their “past lives” are another type that can really confuse and scare us. These stories disturb us, even though we are unable to determine whether they are real or the product of an active childhood imagination. Plus, you’ll no doubt begin to question the existence and its meaning after reading the heart-wrenching memories these kids share.
In a universe where other dimensions can intersect with our own, inexplicable events can unfold that leave individuals confused and restless. Narrated by brave individuals online, these encounters range from encountering apparitions of deceased loved ones to witnessing objects disappear before their eyes. These chilling stories defy rational explanation, fueling deep unease and challenging our understanding of reality. When we immerse ourselves in these stories, we are confronted with the terrifying and the mysterious, reminding us of the mysteries that lie beyond our understanding. Whether these phenomena are real or merely figments of the imagination, they leave an indelible mark and invite us to ponder the nature of existence and the limits of our understanding.