Once I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of my bedroom door creaking open. I could see the outline of someone standing there but when I turned on the light, there was no one there. The door was still slowly closing, as if whoever or whatever had been there was leaving. Even creepier, my Nest fire alarm had illuminated in the corridor, sensing movement, but there was nobody there. Still gives me chills thinking about it.

I was going for an hour-long run down a gravel road back in 2013. It was a fairly well-known rural rail trail, but not too busy, the closest parking spot was a couple miles away at that point - and I headed back to my car. In the distance I see some guy walking towards me. As I get closer, I can see him better- but something feels off.

It's an older guy, maybe in his 70's. While he looks clean and not homeless - his skin is gray, his eyes are gray, his hair is gray, he's wearing an all gray sweatsuit, and he's smiling. He's been smiling the entire time. The man is 200 meters away and smiling. Not in greeting. Just a full toothed grin walking down the middle of this path. He has a full black plastic bag slung over his shoulder.

I start feeling REALLY uneasy as I get closer, and then I begin to feel nauseous, at maybe 20 feet away I wave at him, but he's still in the middle of the trail. He's still smiling. He has no change in reaction to my greeting. I want to run the opposite direction, but that would be going further away from my car.

I pass by him, running partially on the grass because he's still in the middle of the trail, and this massive wave of nausea passes over me and I nearly puke. The smell was so bad, I want to say it smelled like death - but somehow it was worse. I just start sprinting. Maybe 200 meters. I turn to look back, and the man is gone.

I was riding my bike down a rural road when I was nine and found a garbage bag filled with red sludge and white sticks. I thought it was blood and bones - but I had a very PG childhood and I had never even seen pretend blood and bones, so I had nothing to compare to. I told myself it wasn’t what I thought it was. After all, why would that be there? Two days later I thought, “look again, and if it is what you think it is, tell a grown-up.” I biked back to the area and it was gone. I am now old and have watched enough to confirm, it was blood and bones.

About 25 years ago, my now former wife and I were caretaking a house. We had been there for several weeks and we both noticed that we always had that feeling coming up the stairs from the cellar that something was going to grab you as soon as you turned the light switch off. Everything else about the house was normal. We slept with an analog windup alarm clock next to the bed, the kind that actually ticks. To set the alarm, you move a tiny third hand to the location on the clock face for the desired time. We always had the clock set to wake us up at 6 am. It was not something we fiddled with on a daily basis. One night, the alarm clock went off at like two in the morning. Oldschool ringing bells. Both my former wife and I woke up absolutely terrified. I saw a small figure maybe two feet tall run out of the room. I thought I must've been crazy until my former wife screamed "did you just see that thing?" We both described it as some sort of small gremlin. When we looked at the alarm clock, we saw that the alarm hand had been moved from 6 am to 2 am. That's the whole story. Scared the heck out of me. Have no explanation for it. Nothing else ever happened there but the cellar feeling persisted.

I was about to cross the street, a lady put her arm across my chest and said wait. As I look at her trying to figure out what is going on, a car crash happens and one of the cars goes tumbling down the street two feet in front of me. If she hadn’t stopped me, I would absolutely be dead. I turn to look at her again, and she is no longer there. I could see for blocks in each direction, no where she could have gone that fast where I wouldn’t be able to see her. Only thing I can come up with, is that I imagined it happening in my memory due to how tragic the crash was. Never experienced anything even slightly “supernatural” before or after.

When I was nine years old I was biking home in the evening. I was a bit afraid of the dark, so I stopped at the end of the road lights just at the bottom of the last uphill to gather courage to bike the last section home. It was a partial moon so it wasn't pitch black, and at the end of the uphill I saw a figure walking down towards me. I thought I'd wait until he/she got closer as I would feel less afraid to bike in the dark if there was someone else close. But about halfway down the hill the "person" walked into a thin shadow of a tree on the road and never came back out. Just disappeared.

I stood there for a while trying to figure out what I just saw and then panicked and biked down to the village and stayed there until my parents came driving and wondered why I never came home. They tried to explain it, but what they didn't disclose was that my father had seen the same thing walking home from work. He had seen her clear as day, walking down the hill for a while. I later read a book about local legends, and apparently a lot of people for at least a century have seen her walking down the hill and disappearing halfway down.

My grandfather had a very vivid dream about a plane crashing into houses near Midway airport in Chicago. In the dream he was one of the first people at the crash site, and he pulled open the door to find that the captain had been decapitated. The next morning, he mentioned the dream to the rest of the family, and they all joked how it sure would be terrible, because they lived right by there.

A few weeks later, TWA Flight 595 crashed into homes outside Midway. It was 5:30 in the morning so my grandpa was on his way to work but there weren't a ton of other people out yet, so he ended up being one of the first on the scene. When he went to see if anyone needed help, he found the decapitated pilot in the cockpit.

I can't verify now that that's how the pilot died, but it seems possible.

Like sure, enough people have enough dreams that just by chance some of them might end up sort of happening, but the specificity of the details always freaked me out.

Working in a nursing home for years during the night and everyone always complained of weird stuff like noises on the top floor. I never believe in any of that so I was always the one going upstairs to do night checks. One night I was changing a resident on that floor with a colleague and my colleague complained he heard something like people walking. We were in the resident room and I had to go to the cupboard at the end of that corridor to get bedsheets and when I was coming back with the bedsheets I kept hearing steps, like if someone was touching and opening plastic bags. I was so annoyed and looked outside the room and saw a shadow passing the corridor. The issue is that the shadow was so big, like if literally a person just passed by along with step noises and plastic bags.

I freaked out so badly and froze completely. I had to call another colleague to come upstairs because I was so scared of coming out of the resident room. Bear in mind that I do not believe in those things, and for two years I was always the one doing night checks on the top floor and bottom floor on my own. Never had any problem and never saw something. Since that day I never went upstairs alone and was always very scared.

There was this abandoned house in the middle of nowhere, like 30 minutes of backroads to find it and no other people for at least 10 miles in any direction. Me and some friends used to go check out this spooky house and show it off to one or two new folks at a time. We did this three or four times, and as we’re pulling up one night, a light in the house turned on. The house didn’t have power any time we’d been there, and there were no vehicles anywhere around the house that night. Scared us all to the point none of us ever went back. In retrospect, it was probably being used as a hunting cabin or meth house, and they probably just had the breaker off when they weren’t there. A car could have been parked behind in a place we couldn’t see from the road, but as high school kids - nope. Spooky house with unexplained lights.

I was maybe 10 years old, and my grandma had just died. I didn't really know her because she had spent most of my young life in a nursing home and often didn't remember who I was when I went to visit. But, when I visited, she would always rub my back. It was sort of like an instinctual comfort thing - she did it to all her kids and grandkids. For about a year after she died, I would be sitting in my room at night, alone, and start to feel someone rubbing my back like she used to. It freaked me out until one night when I acknowledged it and said, "Thank you, Grandma." It stopped after that and I never felt it again.

The basement in my dad's house is finished except for the storage room, which is really dark and creepy and is around the corner from the main room of the basement. There's an elliptical down there and when standing on the elliptical, if you look over your shoulder, you can see half of the door to the storage room. I was working out on said elliptical and I felt like someone was standing behind me so I looked over my shoulder and in that half doorway, a dark figure with light gray eyes was standing there looking at me. I was house sitting so I knew there wasn't anyone else home. I slowly got off the elliptical and went into the bathroom to hide, then a while later decided to be bold and rush past the storage room and back upstairs. Not the first time I had seen that gray eyed figure either.

My grandfather had just died a few days earlier, and my mom was crying one night in our kitchen. I started hugging her. We had a lot of my grandfather's belongings but there was this broken radio that didn’t even have working batteries in it on the table along with other things like photos and clothes he previously owned. This is the only unexplainable thing I’ve ever experienced, but while my mom was bawling crying, the radio made a very loud static noise for about a second. We both stared in silence at it, it was eerie, she stopped crying because even she heard it. We both just went to bed after that and haven’t spoken of it since. I’d imagine if it was something paranormal it was my grandfather letting us know he’s here, but who knows.

My friend and I were driving from a gig we played in Kona on the big island of Hawaii. We were driving on Saddle road, one of two roads from Kona to the other side of the island. Saddle Road is known for being a spiritual place and lots of weird things happen there. This stretch of land is about 40 kilo with no lights or population, just lava rock.

We drove over the road about 1am. We were talking stories and having a good time. Then we saw on the side of the road a huge white dog wearing a gold chain staring at us. We passed and asked if we saw the same thing. We were debating about stopping on the side of the road to pick it up. The local legend is that if you see an old lady on the road you need to pick her up, or something bad will happen. We didn’t stop, and didn’t speak until we got home. I asked another local guy what that could have been. He said it was the goddess Pele’s pet. Did some research, looks like this dog has been seen sporadically since the 1950’s.

My best friend and I would always talk about crazy dreams we had, never thought much of it until he told me about one where he got hit by a car and died. We were about 15-16 when he told me about the dream, and he died right before he would’ve turned 20.

He said he was riding a skateboard wearing all black when the car hit him and could see everyone at his funeral. He even said his crush was at his funeral and laughed about it. He just kept going on about how it was so real and it really shook me up until eventually I forgot about it. ​​

Then a few years later after I’d long forgotten about the dream, it happened for real. His crush was at his funeral, he did get hit by a car, and he was wearing all black like in the dream. It was all true.

I still don’t know what to make of it all, every single detail I remember from his dream came true and I’m sure there’s parts of it he told me that I don’t remember. I felt crazy.