Weird things keep happening to us all the time, but we don't really delve much too into it. There are some instances, however, that leave a lasting impression on our minds. Some so creepy and out of the blue that it even alters the way we look at things. Here are 7 real-life instances narrated by Quora users that make us wonder what we would have done had we been in their place. Most often, you don't really have an answer.
1. Courtney Ballard recounts a chilling story.
When I was about eighteen, I got a telephone call from a strange man. The phone in my room rang, he asked, "Is this Courtney Ballard?" He told me his name in a tone that implied that he expected me to know who he was. I was clueless. He then said, "I'm calling to make sure you're OK. You looked pretty shook up yesterday."
At this point, I had to tell him that I had no idea what he was talking about. I had been fine the day before.
Man - "Yesterday? When you wrecked your car?"
CB - "Sir... I... think you might have the wrong number."
Man - "This is Courtney Ballard, right?"
CB - "Yes sir, my name is Courtney Ballard"
Man - "And you live in (the name of the tiny town I lived in)?
CB - "Yes sir, that's me, but I didn't wreck my car yesterday..."
Over the course of a very confusing and uncomfortable fifteen minutes, he proceeded to tell me about 'our meeting' the day before. I had apparently come around the corner in front of his house too fast, lost control, and hit a large oak tree in his front yard. I had been shaken up, but the car was driveable and I'd refused all offers of help. He'd managed to get me to reveal my name before I left, and I'd told him that I was on my way home to that small town, but nothing else.
He described me perfectly - my size, my shape, my hair length and colour. He described my car too - not the make and model, but the size, shape, and colour.
At first, I thought it was a put-on, that a friend must have been playing a prank, but as the conversation progressed, the man's concern was pretty convincing. He had been so worried about me that he looked me up and called to make sure I was okay. By the end of the conversation, I managed to convince him that I was okay and that I really didn't know what he was talking about. He had given me his name and address over the course of the call, and he invited me to stop by sometime.
When I hung up the phone, I was actually curious; I even went outside and looked at my car. No damage, everything was just as I remembered it. I shook my head and walked back inside. A few days later I was driving home and this phone call was echoing around the back of my mind. I remembered the man's name, and what part of town he lived in. It wasn't far off of my route home, so I looked him up in the phone book, got his address, and headed that way. As I came around a sweeping bend in the road I saw a house like the one he had described. In the front yard was a large oak, and there were marks in the grass where a car has recently left the road, leading straight for the tree. And on the tree, paint that perfectly matched my car. I was so shaken that I almost ran off the road and into the tree. I kept driving and never looked back. I never spoke to the man again. I did drive by the house a couple more times, once with a friend with me after telling him the story. He was as shocked as I had been to see the paint on the tree. The town I lived in only had one stop light at the time. Not exactly a teeming metropolis. My friends and I racked our brains for several weeks when this occurred, trying to figure out who might have done such a thing. In the end, we came out empty handed.
2. John Grantham's story is as spooky as it is creepy.
I went to an old boarding school for a year. It had once been a military school for boys but had gone co-ed and non-military sometime in the Protected content . My dorm was one of the oldest buildings on the campus, going back to the Protected content . The top floor was never used for some reason.
Naturally I became curious as to why. I occasionally tried going in — it was always open, nothing was there to stop me, but for some reason, my skin would start to crawl every time. My heart would start pounding and I would get into a state of panic, without any reason. Eventually, I asked a teacher, and he told me about a legend — he had no idea if it was true — that during the First World War, some of the student cadets were convinced they would be drafted and sent to war. This (for whatever reason) made them panic and commit suicide as a group by hanging themselves from the rafters. Supposedly that floor had been left unused ever since. Mind you, I have always thought of myself as a bit of a skeptic (I don’t believe in ghosts) so I tried to force myself to enter that floor to investigate. But I just never could. It was as if there was an unseen wall blocking the way, and try as I might, I never managed it. Nor did my friends that I know of. Even just thinking about it makes me uneasy.
3. Sharon Miller's hair-raising encounter.
This happened years ago when I was studying in Australia for a year. I stayed in John Flynn College (JFC). The rooms were not exactly secure, meaning the doors did not have any sort of major deadbolts. The door that went out onto the shared garden area could easily be unlocked by sliding the glass of the window, rolling back the screen, and then reaching through to turn the knob from the inside. This didn't really bother me because we were on the campus of a university in a small town of Australia. Everyone who stayed at JFC knew everyone else, we ate meals together, partied together etc. However, a week or so after I moved into my room, I started to notice strange little things that would be different inside my room. The things were small enough that I thought they were just things I hadn't noticed before, like writing in black marker on the inside of one of my cabinets, or those glowing stars inside the closet space. Also, every once in a while I would find these little fake roses stuck into the locks of my doors. Again, I just brushed it off as nothing to worry about. Until one night, my friends and I had been hanging out on campus having a few beers when I decided to go to bed. At some point in the night, I woke up startled, there was a guy, who I had never seen before, leaning over me as I slept, with his hands on either side of my head. I was extremely disoriented at first and simply managed to say "What the f***?" This guy stood up, backed away slowly, and started saying "It's okay, I am supposed to be here, I am supposed to be here." Then he just turned and walked away. Needless to say, I was freaked out, I threw on some clothes and ran down to my friend James' room and ended up sleeping on his floor for the rest of the night. The next morning I went to the main office and asked that they put deadbolts on my doors and change all the locks. I had never seen the guy before, and I never saw him again. It was definitely creepy to think that this guy might have been breaking into my room all the time at night to watch me sleep. Shudder.
4. Ashley Howard talks about her encounter with a maniac.
When I was younger, I used to kick around all the nightspots in my town. I made friends with the bouncer, Michael, at a specific sports bar. One night, my friend and I were in the bar and I had a persistent feeling of being watched. It was uneasy. I had a couple of drinks, and it didn't go away. At some point, I scanned the bar and spotted an older man sitting way off in a corner. He sat alone, and didn't look away from me, and it made me feel even more disquieted. I finally decided I'd had enough and asked my friend if we could go somewhere else since she drove. She told me to meet her where she was parked. I left the bar, waving to my bouncer friend Michael at the door, and made my way through the dark parking lot towards her car. The feeling of unease got worse and I eventually thought I heard something behind me and turned to find the same guy from the bar.
He backed me all the way up against the passenger side of the car and was trying to get me to turn my head away from him. He kept saying "I feel so bad for that dog over there..." like he was trying to make me look that way. I've been through some stuff in my life, but I have never been so terrified as I was when I was looking in that man's eyes. They were just empty. I knew, without a trace of doubt, that he intended to do terrible things to me. If I turned my head, that would probably start the struggle that would lead to the end of my life. I was going to count to three, brace myself against the car, and knee him in the crotch as hard as I could. I decided I wasn't going down without a fight.
On the count of TWO, my bouncer friend Michael came running through the parking lot towards us, yelling for me. The creepy guy saw him and took off. Michael had noted the guy following out too close behind me and had a feeling something was off, so he came to investigate. I am pretty sure he saved my life that night.
5. Jonathan Gliniak talks about when he felt possessed.
Waking up one night, I notice something strange and eerie. Something difficult to explain, like I'm not the only one in the room.
Opening my eyes, I scan my room erratically. I feel a delicate touch on the bottom of my foot. Immediately my eyes scroll down to see a shadowy vague figure staring ominously at me. At this moment, I panic. I try to tilt my head upwards, but something isn't right.
I can't f***ing move! I try and try, but nothing seems to work, it feels like I'm in a straitjacket. Using all my strength, I strenuously force my body upward, but to no avail. My body can't move, I'm completely immobile. I feel it crawling slowly up my catatonic body, gripping my skin to effectively climb my body. The only part of my body that's active is my eyes. My mouth is taped closed, preventing me from screaming. The figure is gradually getting clearer. My heart is beating rapidly and I'm drenched in sweat. The figure looks demonic and sinister. Looking down, I see it opening its mouth, making a spine-tingling noise. It feels so real, is this really happening?
I try another futile attempt at escaping this creature's grip. At this point, I think I fainted. The dream wasn't an ordinary one, it felt unbelievably real like I had the power to control it. I woke up an hour later, bed sheets engulfed with sweat, my body trembling from fright. I get up and turn my lights on, hop on the computer and start searching.
"What happened to me?" I had never experienced something like this. The whole night my body trembled from that terrifying experience. I stumbled on something called sleep paralysis. Sleep paralysis is a phenomenon where the person wakes up temporarily disabled and unable to speak. This is the terrifying part, sometimes people feel a demonic presence with them. You can't do anything about it. It happens randomly to anyone at any time. It could even happen to you tonight.
6. Could Mahesh Balaji's account be a dream?
This was September or October Protected content Richmond, Virginia. I usually go to bed very late, it must have been around 1.45 AM that night. I am a big fan of the TV series ‘The Big Bang Theory’ and I had been watching one of the seasons at that time, although I wasn’t watching the series this particular night.
This was an apartment where I’ve constantly heard some noise or the other, some strange sound from the apartment building. My lease term was ending December that year, I was sure to switch apartments then.
Coming back to this particular night at 2.10 AM – From my bed, the kitchen’s ceiling was visible and there were two tube lights attached to that ceiling. But now, I couldn’t see them. It was dark alright but not dark enough to not spot the tube lights. The ceiling wall was just plain. And then the creepiest thing happened – The Big Bang Theory started playing out on the ceiling like a video being played from a projector. I was watching The Big Bang Theory on my kitchen ceiling. No sounds, no proper sequence of events. It seemed like they were talking to each other like they normally do in any episode. I could see Leonard’s apartment. I kept staring at the ceiling thinking it would go away in seconds. It lasted for nearly Protected content . This is too creepy to be true. Even the handful of friends I described this incident to brushed it off right away as a dream without a shred of doubt. But I clearly remember, I was not asleep. I sat up to get a closer look, I sat for most of those Protected content . I never wanted to get out of my bed to go near the kitchen – I was too scared. I called out my roommate’s name but he was fast asleep. I can differentiate between a dream and real life. This incident, I still believe, happened in real life. People keep saying that this was clearly a dream or might have been a hallucination if I was actually awake at that time. I just feel funny thinking about it.
7. Alessandro Arantes talks about the freakiest picture.
It was Protected content , I was in an anime convention being held in an old school building. Lots of people doing cosplay (dressed up like anime and movie characters). I was sitting with some friends when a really cute girl in a white Protected content dress walks by. I grabbed my friend's digital camera and ask her if I could take her picture. She agrees, and posed for me like a Victorian-times girl, smiling shyly with arms crossed in front. Really adorable.
So I took a picture aiming straight at her, probably from a distance of two metres, not more. Thanking her, I returned the camera to my friend. He completely went white when he saw the picture I had just taken. THERE IS NO GIRL IN THE PICTURE. You could see the background, the people behind her, the main stage of the convention, but no girl. I tried looking for her, but she was nowhere to be seen. It wasn't a very crowded place, she would be spotted quite easily, half a minute since I took the picture, she vanished. My friend laughed it out, called me the worst photographer ever. I didn't see the girl again. Ever. Nobody I asked had seen anybody resembling the description either. But a few weeks later, I heard people talking about how some say that the school was haunted. I even heard, at least, three different ghost stories that people experienced that day. That anime convention wasn't here ever again.
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