I was on a ski trip in Banf Canada and on this particular day we were skiing at Lake Louise. My group consisted of three siblings, two brothers and their sister. Then me and one other guy. At this point I should note that their father of the siblings was a zone manager for Chrysler at the time.

The sister decided to spend the day in Banff so wasn’t skiing. The two brothers were very advanced skiers and wanted to spend the day in the back bowls. Which was way above my skill level as well as the other guy. So he and I spent the day skiing together.

At lunch time we decided to eat at the chalet up on the mountain which was only accessible by ski. It was crowded and by chance sat across from two older men and we started chatting. It came out that they owned automobile dealerships. My friend mentioned that the father of the people we were here with was a zone manager for Chrysler. The two men looked at each other and one asked; “You’re here with -name of siblings dad- kids?” We hadn’t mentioned their names at all and the man went down the list of all the siblings names (they came from a very large family that has 6 kids). The guys knew ALL of them by name.

So here we were 3000 miles from home at a ski chalet only accessible by skiing to it. And sat across from two men that not only knew the siblings father, but worked with him and knew their names too.

They took us out to a very nice restaurant in Banff later that week. It still remains one of the greatest occasion of happenstance I have ever experienced in my life.

When we walked in the city and a car came a little off and it missed me by a few centimeters. It hit the person who walked right next to me (severely injured, but survived).

For two weeks my brain went in circles all day long with the question why etc.

I understand your question from a sensory standpoint, to me it was the removal of my wisdom teeth. The anesthesia. Gradually losing agency over my mind and body, and an inescapable physical force pressing down on my forehead. It felt like dying, for a few seconds. I knew the context, yet my instincts kicked in and told me, “you’re dying”. I remember fighting,… trying to get up straight but being held down by this merciless force. I’ve never felt this vulnerable. Mortal.

@ageedizzle first thing I thought about when I read that question: the time when I time-travelled into the 50s.

I did not actually time travel, but I visited a small town in Germany, in my home area actually, that somehow had managed to pass through the 50 years before, seemingly without being affected. I was looking down main street and there was nothing there that betrayed we were in the 2000s. 1/2

I met The All Thing in a near death experience

I was driving home from work around 6AM dark winter morning when I noticed one of the lamp posts that tower over the highway just after a bridge had fallen across the highway fully blocking the paved bit.

Then someone in a early 2000"s Toyota Corolla flew by me speeding just as I noticed this so I didn’t even have time to flick my hazards on. It’s an 80 zone briefly then 100 once the merge lanes end.

That person smoked the metal lamp post going ~120 km/hr and ramped off it going airborne all tires in the air, sliding the lamp post back off the road clearing the way. The car hit the ground throwing a sheet of sparks as the underbody was grinding on the asphalt briefly.

The person in the car didn’t seem react at all besides speeding up even more, disappearing into the distance. Their car must’ve made it home because I didn’t see them broken down before entering the city or any oil slicks.

A zombie came to the hospital where I was working in Haiti.

So, I’m not a believer in ghosts, so this is just some random unexplainable event in my mind. After the funeral of one of my grandpas, we got a call on the cordless landline in the kitchen. Caller ID was his name, no number. My mom answered and nothing on the other end.

This post also made me think about something I should have absolutely been way too young to remember. Probably the oldest memory I somehow have, which is specifically the imagery of one of the bathrooms in the house my grandparents lived in. Just the imagery of a dark room, but only a set of stairs that lead to an attic you couldn’t use because you’d fall through. Opposite wall from the toilet and sink. Not really an occurance, but the fact I can remember that despite the fact I was absolutely most likely still in diapers is kinda chilling.

15 years ago we were in a ski resort with a few friends, all of us were like 17 - 19yo. it was arond midnight, we were bored. there was a small-ish game room that was open late, so we went to play pool with my buddy. it was dead silent, nobody else there, ac/ventilation was off. we played a few rounds, but were interrupted by a sudden very strong wind. it even picked some posters off the wall. we just stared each other for a while, looked arond, i asked him if he felt that. he says “you mean the wind that blew my hat off? wanna get back to the room?” then we just left and didn’t talk about it until days later. neither of us believe in anything paranormal but we still can’t come up with any explanation to it. there was no ac pipe above us, doors were closed. what else could even explain it?

Random people assaulting me in coffee shops while I was minding my business over what I was wearing or a book I was reading. I basically stopped reading in coffee shops because of this, and it only started happening in like '22.

One time this guy went off on me and started lecturing me about how gay my boots were and how he’d be a rich pretty boy too if his mom hadn’t stolen his inheritance and been such a whore. Guy was unhinged. He came in, zeroed in on me, stood about 5 week away and started going off on me, then just turn around and left when I didn’t acknowledge him. Nobody else said around me said or did anything, I think we were all just in shock.

The boots in quest are olive suede, and I really do like them.

A plane I was on crashed on its next trip. Air France 447. I flew from Paris to Brazil the day before, and I flew that route in one direction every five weeks for two years.

It was an eery feeling learning that “our” plane had gone missing (before the wreckage was found). But hey, I am now statistically immune to plane crashes.

Not me, but Seth MacFarlane was supposed to be on one of the 11/9 planes. He missed it, i believe, because he slept in.

I was once abroad for a work trip, alone, and hanging around the local town center when I was approached by someone in quite theatrical costume (top hat and tails combined with animal-like elements) who greeted me by saying “Happy Apple Moon” and moved on. As the evening started to turn into night and then later circled back and told me to follow them. I followed them to the edge of a small woodland two blocks away and there was a candlelit path through the woodland “guarded” by two people in theatrical costume who greeted me with “Happy Apple Moon”. I returned the greeting and they let me pass.

I followed the first person down the forest path to an opening in the woods. There was a circular maze of candles laid out on the ground at the edges of which were lots of people in woodland animal costumes and in the center, a raised platform with a person in the center dressed as a large stag and playing a grand piano, the platform was covered in roses. There were a few other “normies” stood scattered around who had been lured into the woodland too.

The woodland animals on the outside started to dance in sync through the candle lit maze and guided me to the center where I was allowed to take a rose from the platform. The woodland creatures continued to dance a performative number around and then at the end of the piano song guided me out of the forest.

I left, rose in hand, and went back to my hotel.

The next day, I told the hotel receptionist what happened when she asked how my evening was and she did not believe me. I told my colleagues and they didn’t believe me. I returned home and told my friends - and they didn’t believe me.

Stumbling across a theatrical perfomance isn’t so weird, I guess. But it was so well done and performed for so few people. Even the receptionist at the hotel said “No, nothing like that would happen around here.” 😐

Me and my girlfriend saw an “UFO”. Not like a spaceship, or a ball of light or anything like that. Something waaay weirder.

This was during the COVID lockdowns. We used to live on the last floor of an old building, with a small balcony next to the roof. I was outside there smoking a cigarette before going to bed. It was night, but not dark. The whole sky was covered in this low thick cloud that kinda looked orange tbh.

I was smoking, looking around. When I saw at a distance what looked like a bunch of black helium balloons tied together floating. It didn’t look like anything at first, so I didn’t call my girlfriend or anything.

But I kept staring at it, as it slowly floated. After a couple of minutes, I noticed it moved really weird. The “balloons” seemed to be shifting around each other, almost “writhing”. It moved closer and closer, while “writhing” in the air. When it was still a bit far, it changed.

The shape went from what seemed like a mass of black writhing balloons became a perfectly uniform sphere. Then from inside of it, a smaller sphere came out. It circled and orbited the bigger sphere. And the two kept floating on closer and closer.

Of course at this moment I ran to call my girlfriend cause I needed someone to confirm I was seeing this and I wasn’t crazy.

When she arrived, they were even closer. I asked her “are you seeing this??” and I could see in her face she was. She was basically speechless through the whole thing.

Eventually the spheres came to be right on top of us, maybe 100 meters up in the air? It was hard to tell tbh. But they stopped. Right on top of us.

Then the bigger sphere started to shift shapes again. And it became A PERSON. Head, shoulders, arms and legs. A freaking person. The smaller sphere stopped orbiting the bigger shape, and also became a person, but smaller.

I don’t know why but this made me so freaking ecstatic at the time. I started waving at them smiling feeling so happy. The bigger shape WAVED BACK at me.

The two then locked hands and started dancing skipping in a circle. I couldn’t believe it I felt a huge smile on my face from ear to ear.

I looked at my girlfriend to ask “can you believe this? Isn’t this the most amazing thing ever what the fuck?”…. But she was bawling her eyes out. She looked absolutely terrified. In shock, like medical shock.

That broke my ecstatic high right away, and I hugged her and asked if everything was ok. She didn’t really respond much.

I looked back up, and the shapes had stopped dancing. They slumped, looking actually disappointed or sad. The smaller one became a sphere again, started orbiting the bigger one. The bigger one became a sphere again as well. The smaller one went back inside the bigger one. And the shape just started getting smaller and smaller. It actually looked like a hole in the clouds behind them. And I noticed that’s what they looked like in general. Not like a physical black 3D shape. But like a HOLE, pitch black, turning inwards.

I kept staring at that for so long, seeing the “hole” disappear. My girlfriend went back inside.

When I asked her why she was crying, she said she didn’t know she was. But that she did feel very afraid. But afraid the shapes were going to take me away. I understood that I kinda felt the same. But for some reason it made me ecstatic not sad.

I have no idea what we saw, which is why I say UFO. They were flying, and I have no idea what they were. One thing that kept returning to me over and over is that (I’m not religious at all) they looked a lot like what people used to call demons, specially in pre-Christian times. Creatures of shadow, shapeshifters

But yeah. That’s by far the weirdest experience me or my gf ever had lol

This is like 30 years ago, before electric cars were really a thing. Some friends and I were hanging out in the Pine Barrens one night. It was an area we knew pretty well, and we’d walked down this long sandy road with no turnoffs to get to where we happened to be hanging out.

Suddenly, all of nature around us went silent - and I mean all of it. Sound carries at night, especially with the lakes to echo off of. We looked up the road we were walking back along, and there was a pair of headlights coming our way. We could tell they were headlights because they were lower than a person would carry a flashlight, they were moving in that peculiar synchronization that headlights have, and they’d do several quick bounces when they hit a rut in the road.

So anyway, we’re in this road in the ass-end of the Barrens, everything’s turned absolutely deadly silent, and there’s this car coming down the road toward us. And the three of us suddenly realize that it’s absolutely silent. Not only is nature silent, but the car isn’t making any noise either.

We watch the headlights of this car headed down the road toward us - it’s a couple hundred yards away now, the Pine Barrens are still dead silent, and the car isn’t making any noise either.

My nerve broke first. I bolted off the road and partially vaulted over a couple shrubs, my friends close behind me. We turned around, and the car was still coming toward us - and then suddenly the headlights went out. We waited, but nothing happened - no car headlights, no interior lights, no car doors opening, no voices - nothing. We waited, and still nothing.

We dithered and talked over what to do and we eventually grabbed a couple branches and headed back up the road. We reached the area where the headlights turned off - and there was no car. We turned our flashlight on the (very) sandy road, and we could see our tracks heading down, but there weren’t any recent car tracks. We checked the road and the verge all the way back to our car, and - nothing. The forest went dead silent, there were headlights, the car didn’t make a sound, and then it just … disappeared. We went back the next day, and there still was no sign of anyone on that road that night except us.

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There’s also a rest stop on the Pennsylvania Turnpike heading into New Jersey. Like two miles before the rest stop, there’s a sign saying something like “New Jersey - 25 miles”. We pull into the rest stop, get some gas, relieve ourselves, grab a snack, get back on the road. Go maybe two or three more miles, and there’s another sign saying “New Jersey - 5 miles”. Like, wtf? If there a space warp at that rest stop or something?