Not everyone needs to watch horror movies or read books to feel scared; they’ve had their own terrifying experiences. Some of these unusual occurrences have simple explanations, while others may make you question your perception of reality. One thing is certain: the true-life stories we’ve assembled will stick with you long after you’ve finished reading them.
Story 1:
My spouse texted me to say he’d be back from his work trip two days earlier. He came home on Monday and apologized for not warning me he was coming sooner. I asked, “What do you mean?” “I received your text!”
I showed him my phone, and we both became pale. A different message read: “Make sure to keep your phone next to you wherever you go; you never know who can mess with it!” We were so perplexed that we assumed it was a colleague pulling a prank. However, we discovered that the message had only been sent an hour before, and my husband was alone in his car at the time.
We still don’t know who sent those two messages, but thankfully we haven’t received any additional ones since.
Story 2:
After my cat of ten years died in December, I could still hear him meowing. Normally, I could dismiss it as simply thinking too much about him.
We had this ritual where we’d communicate back and forth—he’d meow, and I’d respond, “Clyde!” He would meow again, and I’d say, “Clyde!” Then he’d run up and we’d cuddle.
One day, I stepped outdoors and could hear him as if he were only ten feet away. Right after, I heard my own voice calling from afar, “Clyyyyde!” The meowing and my voice repeated themselves several times. It was really nerve-racking. When it came to a stop, I turned around and returned inside.
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Story 3:
My husband passed away eight days before my daughter’s birth. My son was five years old at the time. He was 18 when I told a friend that my spouse never met our daughter. My son turned and said, “No, he actually did.”
The next thing he said made my spine quiver. He claimed that his father used to visit them at school every day for seven years, then abruptly stopped and they never saw him again.
What concerned me were the specifics my son recalled. He described the man—the red hat he wore, his gestures—as identical to what his father used to do.
I asked my daughter, and she described the same man, down to the last detail. It still makes me shudder because that man could not have been their father. He had already passed away. I still have no idea who the stranger that came to see my children was.
