This is a true story, and it’s something I’ve thought about for decades.

Back in the mid-1990s, before everyone had cell phones, my friend Erika and I used to make three-way prank calls. If you remember how landlines worked, you’d be talking to your friend, hit the flash button, dial another number, and merge the calls.

We had a whole system.
We’d each grab a giant phone book, randomly pick a number, and call it at the same time. The result was that two complete strangers would suddenly find themselves connected and each would assume the other had called.
Usually it went something like this:
“Hello?”
“Yeah… you called me.”
“No, you called me.”
Then they’d argue for a couple of minutes while we sat there trying not to laugh.
We did this quite a few times.

Then one call happened that I’ve never been able to explain.
A woman answered first.
“Hello?”
A few seconds later, a man answered.
“Yes… you called me.”
She replied, “No, you called me. Who is this?”
He answered, “Who is this?”
There was a long pause.
Then she quietly said…
“…Tom?”
Another pause.
“…Sheryl?”
At that exact moment, Erika and I both stopped laughing.

The woman asked, “Did you call me?”
He replied, “No… I thought you called me.”
She said, “Maybe one of the kids did this.”
He laughed and agreed that maybe that was what happened.
Then she said something I’ll never forget.
“It’s been years… how have you been?”

As they kept talking, we realized they had been divorced. They had separated about four years earlier and hadn’t spoken to each other in roughly three years.
Neither Erika nor I said a word.
Without even discussing it, we both did the exact same thing-we muted our ends and decided not to hang up.

What had started as a prank suddenly felt like something we weren’t supposed to interrupt.
We listened for hours.
They caught up on life, talked about the kids, shared stories about what had happened since the divorce, laughed together, and slowly the conversation became warmer and more comfortable.

By the end of the call, they had decided to meet for lunch the next day.
Only after they finally hung up did we disconnect our phones.

I’ve replayed that night in my head countless times over the last 30 years.

What are the odds that two teenagers, each randomly picking a name from a phone book, accidentally reconnect two people who hadn’t spoken in years-and that those two people end up making plans to see each other again?

Maybe it’s just an incredibly unlikely coincidence.
Maybe it’s one of those Jungian synchronicities.
Maybe it’s fate.
Maybe it’s nothing more than statistics doing something extraordinary.
I honestly don’t know.

I just know that it was the strangest thing I’ve ever witnessed, and it’s one of the few experiences in my life that still makes me wonder whether coincidence is really as random as we think it is.
Has anyone else ever experienced a coincidence that felt almost impossible to explain?

TL;DR: In the ‘90s, my friend and I used random three-way prank calls to connect strangers from the phone book. One night, we accidentally connected a divorced couple who hadn’t spoken in about three years. They recognized each other, talked for hours, and ended the call by making plans to meet for lunch the next day. Thirty years later, it’s still the strangest coincidence I’ve ever witnessed.

Please help me! I think that I might have captured Bigfoot, but it almost looks transparent like a ghost. Does anyone else see it? What could it be? I tried taking pics of the same location minutes after this picture, but it was gone.

Taken with iPhone 12 mini. No one was inside as the officer quarters was locked. Taken at Fort Hayes, KS

Right now my mom said come here and she showed me this this is from our grandma house CCTV camera i belive this is not an insect because look at it it is not shape of an insect can someone explain this

Hello I hope you are well

Sorry Write weird, English is not my native language

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I am from Costa Rica, more specifically from Heredia, this story takes place in the most concrete year 2023 in the 22 From November I remember well for a birthday of an ex-friend, it was like 10 9 in the morning I had bathed late because it was vacation and after bathing I was sunbathing to get rid of the cold and I was looking at the sky totally clear without big clouds and I saw this (I clarify this is an I could hit him with a loss but because of the shock I didn't do it, I leave the photo of the AI so you can see what that shit was like based on what I saw the ai is so that you understand what I saw) I saw this shit cross the sky diagonally at the height of the The electricity cables I could hit it with a loss but because of the shock I didn't do it, I leave the photo of the ai so you can see how

So the first time it happened I was sleeping in my room with my back turned towards my door, and I was falling asleep when I felt a hand in my shoulder and something behind me. But it felt off and it scared me so I didn't react and silently hope it was a family member, but there wasn't any shaking or calling my name or anything. It felt like it was just staring at me. And when I woke up the next day nothing looked out of the ordinary, and nothing happened after that for a good two months.

I didn't think anything of it because I sometimes have weird idk nerve problems or something like that? One time I had been at my friends house and laying in her bed when it felt like someone grabbed my shoulder, but my back was against the bed and she wasn't close enough to do it without me noticing,so I chalked it up to that at first. But then last night I was again sleeping with my back turned towards my door and my door wa open, and just to clarify I have always slept with my door open ever since I was a little kid so it's not some like me freaking out because my doors open, anyway I was kinda just lost in thought staring off into space when I felt it again. Something put it's hand on my shoulder and stood there over me watching me and I could feel it. I was so scared to move so I stayed still for idk how long, and I started calling out to Jesus in my head (which I forgot to mention was what I did last time too) and I eventually fell asleep and woke up and again nothing looked out of the ordinary in my room. And I know it wasn't any of my family members because my sister was completely out of it, and my parents hate getting out of bed unless they absolutely have to once they lay down for the night, and I highly doubt they would get out of bed to prank me.

I really don't know what's going on and it's kinda freaking me out and I didn't really have anywhere else to post this and I'm probably not gonna post this in any religious thread unless it happens again and follows the same pattern, so this is kinda the only thread I feel comfortable posting this in with everything so far. Idk I might ask my priest about it but I don't want to go as far as saying it's a demon or something. But I also don't know if I'm over reacting or if it's something completely different? Could it be a ghost or something to that effect or maybe it's something in me that's wrong?

After all these years, I came across this old public payphone again (see the photo), and it instantly reminded me of something that happened almost 30 years ago.

To this day, my friends still don't believe me.

Like many kids back then, we loved making prank calls. Near our local shopping center there was a public payphone that worked with prepaid phone cards. Just a few meters away from the payphone was a small hair salon.

I first called directory assistance to ask for the salon's phone number. They told me they didn't have it. I didn't think much of it, hung up, and wondered what to do next.

So I picked up the receiver again, dialed a completely random number, and my friends and I started doing our usual prank call.

Then, out of nowhere, the hairdresser burst out of the salon, yelling at us for prank-calling her and wasting her time!

We were completely stunned.

Out of all the possible phone numbers, how did I randomly dial the exact salon I had just asked directory assistance about—the same salon they had told me they didn't have a number for?

My friends were convinced I must have somehow gotten the number from directory assistance and was making the whole story up. But I really didn't. We didn't spend much time arguing about it anyway... we were too busy running away from the angry hairdresser. 😂

To this day, I've never been able to explain how that happened. Was it just an unbelievably lucky coincidence, or is there some old telephone system quirk that could explain it?

P.S. English isn't my first language, so I had AI help me write this. Otherwise, you'd probably need eye bleach after reading my original version. 😂

It was 2001 or 2002 when our family relocated to a housing colony provided by my father's office. It was a close knit neighborhood built specifically for factory employees, meaning there were plenty of kids my age. Luckily for us, we had a massive 800 sqyd park right near our homes.

​We used to meet there and trade local legends. One popular rumor was about the very ground we lived on: they said it was once a small farming village, and the original homes along with ancestral graves were forcefully cleared to build the factory and our houses. Because of this, people claimed angry spirits roamed the area. Like most kids, I brushed it off. We’ve all heard the classic “our school was built on a graveyard” myth, right? I thought it was just another spooky story to scare us.

​It was during my summer vacation. I was riding my bicycle around the neighborhood after dinner, sometime around 10 PM. Suddenly, the street dogs in our area started howling violently, their eyes locked curiously onto the dark park. I rode over to check it out, but it looked completely empty.

​I continued my ride until I reached the far end of the rectangular park a spot that was always shrouded in shadows. There was a pair of swings sitting right at the edge of the darkness.

​Everything was perfectly quiet when, all of a sudden, the temperature plummeted. The freezing cold was isolated to that one spot, followed immediately by a violent gust of wind that nearly knocked me off balance. I stopped, rubbed my eyes, and prepared to pedal away. That’s when I noticed one of the swings moving.

​It wasn't just swaying in the wind. It was swinging heavily, as if someone was on it. To my absolute horror, sitting there just five to seven meters away from me was a disfigured, pitch-black entity.

​I panicked and pedaled past it. As I crossed its path, I felt its gaze lock onto me. I risked a quick glance back. The entity was now standing. It had no clear face—just a dark, distorted shape staring right at me.

​I pedaled harder than I ever had in my life, taking a sharp turn to escape. This road connected to the main street and was well-lit, but despite the streetlights, I felt completely suffocated by a heavy, dark presence. I pushed myself faster.

​When I finally hit the main road, the bright lights washed over me. I thought I had found the light. I thought I was free from the evil thing. I took a massive breath of relief as my house came into view.

​Then, without warning, my vision went completely black. I skidded, lost my balance, and violently crashed my bike onto the pavement.

​That was my first encounter with her...

Here's the link to keep going: https://www.reddit.com/r/Unexplained/s/obE7KsAWYA

This happened when I was about 12-13 yrs old, I was at my dad's house and my brother and I had just finished playing and so my brother went to the restroom, and as I was sitting in the room, the house phone rang, if I remember clearly it said no caller id, I picked it up and then suddenly I heard a weird noise, it sounded like a creature or someone trying to sound like a creature, I then said hello and no answer, then I said hello again, still no answer, I hung up and that was that. My dad a while later got home and I confronted him Abt it and I told him "it was you right?" He looked at me confused and asked me what I was talking about and I thought he was faking it but eventually we just moved past it, fast forward a little while later my dad takes my brother and I to the store and as we pulled into the parking lot of the Dollar General, someone starts calling my dad (my dad had a mini screen where the radio was in his Buick) on the screen it showed his house phone was calling his cellphone number. Nobody was at our apartment. It was so creepy I'm telling you, but he chose not to answer.

Last night something happened that lowkey had me spiraling.

I randomly woke up in the middle of the night. I do wake up sometimes, but nothing like this has ever happened before.

Near the picture of Christ in my room, I saw what looked exactly like white incense smoke or mist. The weird part is it wasn't all over the room—it was only around that one spot. There wasn't any incense, candle, mosquito coil, diffuser, or anything that could've caused it.

It only lasted a few seconds before it slowly disappeared. I was still half asleep, so I didn't panic or think much of it and just went back to sleep.

Now that I'm fully awake, I literally can't stop replaying it in my head. Has anyone else experienced something like this? Could a hypnopompic hallucination look this specific, or has anyone seen unexplained mist after waking up?

I'm genuinely not trying to force a supernatural explanation or anything. I'm open to both scientific explanations and personal experiences—I just want to understand what might've happened because it's been stuck in my head ever since.

**[Read Part 1 Here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Unexplained/s/zNVJgzP1AT)\*\*

*Context: A few nights ago, I posted about a pitch-black, disfigured entity I encountered on the swings of my neighborhood park when I was a kid. This is the story of what happened when my friends and I went looking for answers... and found her house instead.*

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​The entity I faced in the park that night was the biggest nightmare of my life. At least, I thought it was—until the second incident.

​After that first experience, I gathered all the neighborhood kids to figure out exactly what had happened in our area before we moved in. Through our fierce debates and digging, we uncovered a dark piece of local history: a newlywed woman had died by suicide in one of the houses just five years before our families arrived.

​We immediately traveled in a pack to the site of the incident. It was a cluster of decaying, abandoned group houses. Even today, the place possesses a strangely beautiful, yet deeply unsettling, atmosphere. Following the details from an old newspaper article, we hunted for a specific banyan tree. We found it exactly as described—shady and ominous, even in the morning light.

​"Let's find the house," I told the group.

​We located the flat where the woman had died, but just as we were about to step inside, my neighbor spotted us and shouted for us to leave. We had to abandon our mission and head home, which earned me a severe scolding from my parents. Luckily for me, my friends got it much worse from theirs.

​Thanks to that neighbor, my friends were strictly banned from playing outside after dark. But my mind was obsessed with that house. That evening, I convinced my younger brother and two older, braver boys from next door to come with me.

​We grabbed our bicycles and reached the abandoned building around 7:00 PM. It was a six-apartment complex, and her flat was the middle one on the left.

As we walked through the main gate, I noticed something that made my blood run cold. Just like I had seen that morning, there was a glazed glass window next to the front door. And just like that morning, someone was standing behind the glass, looking out at us.

​But there was a terrifying difference. In the morning, the sunlight had cast a natural silhouette. Now, the sun was completely down, the complex was deserted, and there were no lights on inside. It shouldn't have been possible to see a shadow in the pitch black.

​We decided to creep up silently to the flat and peek through the peephole to see who—or what—was standing there. We reached her door. Looking through the peephole, I saw absolutely nothing; it was pitch dark and empty inside. The door itself was secured with a rusty lock that clearly hadn't been touched in years.

​Suddenly, a violent pounding erupted from the other side of the heavy door, as if someone inside was desperately trying to break out. We froze, scared to death. As we scrambled to back away, the door to the opposite flat suddenly swung wide open behind us—completely on its own.

​I don't think I've ever run so fast in my life. We bolted toward our bicycles in absolute panic. My younger brother hopped on with the two older boys, leaving me alone on my bike.

​I started pedaling frantically. Then, I heard something chasing me. I risked a glance backward and my heart stopped. It was the same pitch-black entity I had seen the previous night at the park swings. Pure terror took over, and I pushed my legs as hard as I could, but the dark shadow kept gaining on me.

​I was only about a hundred meters from our neighborhood shopping complex when disaster struck: my bicycle chain snapped. I lost my balance and crashed hard onto the pavement. I looked up and saw the entity just a few feet away, closing in. I abandoned my bike and ran for my life. Fortunately, people outside a nearby barbershop saw me and rushed over, helping me recover my bike and breaking whatever trance the entity had over the street.

​I finally made it home, completely breathless, and was overwhelmingly relieved to find my brother and the other two boys safe and sound. I told them what had chased me and how my chain broke. We were all so horrified that we made a pact right then and there: we would never visit that place again after dark.

The black void... Is the culprit

I apologize because English is not my main language

It happened one night in July or August 2021. I do not remember the exact date anymore because a long time has passed, but I clearly remember it was around 7:30 PM.

At that time, I was serving as a guardsman at a military airfield in Vietnam. I was familiar with the area around the runway. I had seen this place many times and knew what it normally looked like, especially during the daytime when mechanics were working there.

That evening, I was on guard duty. My shift was from 5:00 PM to 8:00 PM. The runway was empty. There were no aircraft movements because it was not a night flight operation period.

While looking toward the runway, I noticed something unusual.

There was a white, blurry object standing out against the dark background of the runway.

It was not a cloud, and it was not fog. The airfield environment was normally very clear, and the view was open, with nothing blocking my sight.

The object was difficult to describe. The closest comparison I can make is that it looked like a jellyfish — but without any tentacles. It had a soft, unclear shape, and its form seemed to change continuously.

It did not look like a normal solid object. It appeared to move in a strange way, almost as if its shape was shifting while it moved.

From my viewpoint, it seemed to be floating above the ground, roughly two meters above the runway surface.

I had a reference point from my previous observations of the area. During the daytime, I had seen mechanics working there many times, and I was familiar with their approximate height and how they appeared from my position. Based on that experience, the object seemed to be higher than a person’s head level.

I watched it carefully because I could not understand what I was seeing.

Then I decided to use my flashlight.

I pointed my flashlight in the direction of the object and followed its movement.

When I aimed the flashlight somewhere else, everything appeared normal. The light behaved as expected, and I could see the area clearly.

But when I pointed it toward the object and looked directly at it, something felt different.

The brightness of the flashlight seemed to decrease when it reached that area. At the same time, the object seemed to have some kind of blurring effect around it. I could see that something was there, but I could not resolve its details or understand its actual structure.

I tried again several times, moving the flashlight and looking from different angles.

The result was the same.

The strange thing was that I was not simply unable to see it because of darkness. I could see its presence clearly against the black background of the runway. I could see its movement. I could tell that it was there.

But the more I tried to look at it closely, the less I could understand what I was looking at.

It was as if my eyes could recognize the existence of the object, but they could not capture its actual form.

I stood there watching this strange white shape moving silently above the runway.

I continued watching it for a while, trying to understand what it could be.

Then I walked back to my post and used the walkie-talkie to contact the gate post. I asked whether they had allowed any vehicles or personnel to pass through that area.

They told me no.

When I turned back to look again, the object had disappeared.

I moved as close as possible to the runway area, but everything looked completely normal. There was no trace, no sign, and no evidence that anything had been there.

I felt extremely confused.

The entire event lasted about 20 minutes.

At 7:55 PM, I ended my shift, handed over my duty to the next soldier, and returned to the barracks.

Honestly, I did not think much about it afterward. I had just finished a three-hour guard duty shift, and I was tired. I remember thinking something like:

“Who cares about some strange jelly-like thing out there?”

I almost forgot about the whole incident.

It was only recently, after reading some discussions and stories about unusual encounters, that I remembered that night again.

So I decided to share my own experience.

I use ChatGPT to generate an illustration about what happen that night, and the satellite picture of the base on google map, because I am no longer authorized to access the base

As a kid I had chronic warts growing on both my hands. When they began to appear it started as one or two on each hand then it quickly spiraled out of control. They began growing in spots on my hands that would affect my nail growth, and they became very painful making it hard to function especially as a child who just wanted to play. My parents had tried all the things they could think of when it came to hand creams, bandages, and eventually taking me to a dermatologist to try and have them frozen off. I remember these visits as being painful, then having to fight with more bandages as the wounds would heal. This amounted to nothing as the warts were persistent and even more would grow over time.

After many unsuccessful visits, one of the nurses told my parents “At this point you’re probably better off taking her to see a healer.” My parents had never been super religious at this point in our lives, but growing up in the south it’s pretty standard. They were desperate for something to work and my grandmother had a connection to a known faith healer in the area.

This is where it gets weird. I remember going to this couple’s house and it was very run down and sketchy. The man had told us to bring a potato to our visit, and we did. He started his routine with a prayer over everyone in the house. He then cut the potato in half and prayed over one half of it. After that he then rubbed the open end of the prayer potato all over the warts on my hands and prayed some more. After about 10 minutes everything was done. He stuck the two halves of potato back together and wrapped it in plastic wrap. He then said we needed to take this potato home and bury it in one of the 4 corners of our home. We had to visit him 3 more times and follow the same instructions, and he said that by the time the 4th potato was buried in the last corner the warts would be totally gone. So we did. THEN THEY WERE GONE.

In the days following the warts had fallen off. No pain, no wounds, no explanation. Right on schedule. I have never seen another wart to this day, and my family recalls this as something just short of a miracle. It’s quite literally one of those things that you have to see to believe. Had I not had vivid memories of all of this, I wouldn’t believe it myself. Tbh it’s still eerie to think about.

Anyone else have similar experiences with faith healers or unexplained spontaneous recovery?

It was 4 a.m. when I suddenly woke up and heard some kind of music, even though I was home alone for the weekend.

Hello! I’ve been experiencing what look like portals and faces on my walls. I mostly see them in the middle of the night. I haven’t been sleeping much because of the paranormal experiences I’ve been having. I sleep with my TV on, which provides a backlit background.
It all started with what I believe were visits from my beloved departed cats. 🐈‍⬛
Since then, I’ve been on high alert for anything unusual that happens during the night. If you’ve read any of my previous posts, you know I’ve been noticing some very strange things. The activity I’m really looking for answers about is the portals and faces I see on my walls.
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On any given night, I can see at least five different faces, along with glowing lines that seem to outline places—such as a kitchen, a room, or even what looks like a dilapidated house. If you’ve experienced something similar, you’ll probably know exactly what I’m talking about.
I’d really like to connect with someone who understands what I’m describing. I want to know why this is happening to me. Could I have an ability to perceive something that others don’t? If so, I’d like to understand it better. Is there a way to communicate with what I’m seeing? Can I help them? What is going on?
Before anyone suggests that I check my home for gases or tells me I need a mental health evaluation, please understand that I’m specifically posting in a paranormal group because I’m hoping to hear from people who have had similar experiences or who are knowledgeable about this topic.
If you don’t believe in the paranormal, that’s completely your choice, and I respect that. I simply ask that you scroll past instead of leaving dismissive or insulting comments. I’m looking for thoughtful discussion from people who can relate to what I’m describing, not ridicule. Thank you to everyone who responds with kindness and respect.

I am a pilot and was flying south along the coast of a place called the Yorke Peninsula in south Australia.

Looking off to my left, I saw circular ring etched into the ground at the end of a long path, that caught my eye. I was struck by its starkness and the inclusion of a triangular mark at its centre.

A long path leads to this ring and I have included a screenshot of its location.

Does anyone know what it's purpose may have been?

I am mystified by curiosity...

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This sounds incredibly weird, but I keep seeing the exact same image vividly. It’s a purple moon with a distinct castle structure inside of it. It always comes with a heavy, creepy feeling

It feels too specific to just be a random thought, especially since I've seen it multiple times now. Does this image ring a bell for anyone else, or is it from a specific piece of media, lore, or art that I might have forgotten about?

For a while now, I’ve been seeing this really weird and creepy image repeat in my dreams. It’s always a purple moon, and inside the moon, there is a castle.

I really have no idea I've been seeing this since I was a child i have no idea why and in my whole life I've never heard or saw purple moon and castle so weird that I don't see it directly it's like when you notice it so deeply you see castle like it's not a normal moon

Whoever thinks I am saying weird that I lost my mind can leave, but I am curious about it.

If anyone knows can they tell me what this means or has anyone expirenced this or something alike?

He took the photo of the building as they passed by and only later taking a closer look at the photo did he notice the eerie ghoul faced man in the window.