Sometimes life is too bizarre to be real. These people encountered some of the strangest and intense coincidences imaginable, events too wild for anyone to believe they're true. But unfortunately, they are. Buckle up, these stories get really weird really fast. Content has been edited for clarity.
"Buck up, I'm about to tell you about the Foot Dominatrix. This was back in 2014, when I was fairly new to the military. It was late on a Sunday night, and I had to be up for work at six in the morning. My buddy Randy and I lived in the barracks and wanted to drive somewhere nearby to get a midnight snack. What could be open at this hour? Only Denny's, of course. We jumped into Randy's beat-up Camaro and drove over, only to see that the restaurant was closed for renovations. I looked up the next closest place, so we tried out Jack In The Box. Randy and I got there at 12:40, but we saw that it was also closed down! We drove past the entrance, where we noticed something of particular interest. There was a completely wasted dude in a pair of tiny leather pants, wearing a 'My Little Pony' backpack, relentlessly shoving the front tire of his bicycle at this terrified woman. She was screaming obscenities at him. Randy stopped the car just outside, and we both sort of stared at each other with this sort of mutual understanding. We knew that we should ask if she needed help. We toyed with the idea of removing the leather-clad man from the parking lot, but what if he was even more violent than we anticipated? Maybe he was on some harder substances that makes you eat faces. I leaned as far out of the window as I could and waved my arms at the woman to catch her attention. We lock eyes and I pointed at her. I signaled a thumbs up and thumbs down, hoping she would understand that I was asking if she was okay or not. She immediately hit me with a thumbs down without any hesitation,. She was sobbing.
Randy and I were pumped. We quickly put our plan together. We would drive up, distract the brony, and get the lady into the car. I equipped myself with a dinky tire iron to defend myself with, while Randy put on his carbon-fiber knuckled gloves. We got out of the car and I waved and shouted, getting the man's attention. He started waving his bicycle around at me. I couldn't understand a word coming out of the dude's mouth. The lady jumped into our Camaro, I hopped in behind her, and we slammed the door shut. This guy tried to ride his bike into Randy's Camaro, but he merely fell over. It was pretty anticlimactic, but at least no one had their face eaten off. We asked her if she had anyplace to go, but she explained that she had no one in this part of the country, and that brony had used all of her money for pills. Her closest family was over 300 miles away.We both had a good feeling about her. Nothing seemed off. She was in a pants suit, so she looked very official. We pulled into a gas station, and I get out to buy her something to drink. On my way to the door, I notice someone on a bike. The brony was there, desperately trying to ride his bike. He was struggling so much that he didn't even notice us. I carefully walked in, picked up some waters, and got some cash out to give to this lady. When I gave these items to her, she looked up at me and directly asked, 'Do you want me to kick you in the balls?'
Apparently, this lady had been telling Randy that she was working as a foot dominatrix to make ends meet. She told him how, 'Guys pay me to tie them up and wreck their sacks with my feet.'
I politely declined, as did Randy. We got back in the car and dropped the lady off at a hotel. She asked us to hang around for a bit, to make sure that the brony didn't follow us. We started a patrol through the area. We ended up spending the next three hours driving around, taking turns with short naps. That was a terrible decision. We got back to the barracks at three in the morning, and we overslept. We were hours late to work. Literally nobody believed our story. We were ripped to shreds by our supervisors. We never got that woman's number, so we couldn't really couch for ourselves. All we wanted that night was a midnight snack."
"My dog and I were on a walk on our local college campus one weekend, and he nosed a lilac bush that was apparently full of little butterflies. They all took off into the wind and then proceeded to do a perfect little spiral around me. I was so dumbfounded by them all that I was spinning in circles trying to see them, which probably contributed to them doing a spiral, since I was making air currents with my dress. But then it culminated with them landing on my head like a crown, presumably because of the sweat. Butterflies are weird like that. My dog, by this time, is sitting nearby waiting for me to get over it and keep walking, looking majestic as heck with his own little smattering of butterflies hovering around his face. It was wild enough on its own, but then I hear this shuffling and vague gasping sound. I look in time to see that there was some guy walking by a ways away, who had apparently tripped over his own feet from staring. From his perspective, it must have been surreal. I was wearing this fluffy, billowy red dress because I had just gotten back from church, and I always walked my dog barefoot to make sure I never took him on surfaces that were too hot during the warm weather. My dog was this enormous wolf-looking husky mix, and at the time I had long hair. So for all he knew, he walked out of the library and saw a legit Disney Princess in a cloud of butterflies with a giant wolf standing guard. It was the most ethereal and fancy I've ever felt, even without knowing there was a witness. I mean, a cloud of butterflies materialized from a lilac bush to form a living crown?! It was breathtaking.
Honestly, at the time, I was super embarrassed. I HATED wearing dresses (still do), but my dog had been insistent on going for his walk right as I got home, without giving me time to change. And I was super embarrassed about being all sweaty and barefoot on campus too. Basically I hate when people notice me, and I only thought about what it must have been like from his perspective after I got home and started telling my sister about the butterfly part."
"I once left my house in nothing but a t-shirt and sweatpants in a manic-depressive state. I bought a pack of smokes, and I told the universe that if it couldn't give me a good reason not to off myself by the time I finished the pack, I would just do it. I ended up seeing the one and only Daniel Radcliffe smoking outside a Starbucks. I offered him a 'real smoke' pretending to have no idea who he was. 'Oh no thank you,' he said, 'I much prefer the ritual of rolling my own.'
I could have made a reference to how he was a real-life wizard, but what I did instead was to merely introduce myself and ask what his name was. With literally nothing else to lose, I unloaded all of my emotional baggage onto him right there. We ended up talking on the curb for half an hour. Daniel asked me about my tattoos and listened to me recite Shakespeare. Eventually, he touched my shoulder, looked me in the eyes, and said, 'I know there is no good way to say this, but please don't kill yourself.'
He asked me some reasons why I wouldn't have to kill myself, and I immediately stated, 'Well, there's my cat, my mom, and my brother—' and he interrupted me to say, 'Right, well I'm glad the cat came first!'
He was so totally charming. We talked for a while longer until he finally announced that he was going to 'wander off that way/' I had left my house that day without my phone due to the nature of my pact with the universe, so I made no attempt to follow him or get his number. I went back to that Starbucks several times over the following weeks to no avail. I still don't regret not trying to give him my number, as that would have violated the spirit of the pact. You can't get selfish with a gift from the universe like that. Acknowledging his fame or getting all stalker-ish would have broken the spell. That event happened years ago, and I haven't been suicidal in the same way since. A month after that encounter, I saw this headline about how Daniel Radcliffe came to the aid of a mugging victim. Clearly, that man is on a mission."
'When I was eight years old and my sister was seven, we both had the same dream and ended up sleepwalking together into the night, out towards the middle of the road. Earlier that day, we had these new neighbors move into the house behind us. They had two daughters around our age that we quickly befriended. That night, my sister and I both dreamt that we were running in a field full of sunflowers, picking them out for our new friends. I felt so unbelievably happy and care-free in the dream, and I could see my little sister running alongside me, also picking sunflowers. When we finally woke up, my mom and our neighbors were outside in a panic. They told us how we had been sleepwalking together while holding hands. We were about to walk into the open road when the neighbors spotted us. The wife ran to get my parents, while the husband ran inside to get his weapon before going into our house to check on our parents. We left the front door wide open, so the neighbors suspected a break-in. For some important context, my mom is hard of hearing. She is completely deaf in one ear and only has about 15% of her hearing in the other ear. She wears a hearing aid but takes it off at night to sleep, so she never heard us walk out the front door. After my sister and I realized what happened, we talked about our dreams and recalled the exact same details. We even both saw each other in both of our dreams. It has now been twenty years since this incident, and we still remember the dream just as vividly. We will never forget the memories from that night, but everyone always thinks we are making this story up when we tell it to people. I am so grateful to our neighbors then, because who knows what would have happened if they didn't notice us?!"
"Quick backstory: I was adopted at birth, and those parents died, so I was adopted again by a different family when I was eleven. I was cut off from my first adoptive family after my parents died and got back in contact with some of that family in 2018. All of this I learned from them. It turns out that my first adopted parents were actually second cousins! My mom hired her brother to shoot and kill my dad when I was a baby, except the brother was unsuccessful. My dad lived with a bullet in his chest until the day that he died, ten years later. I could even feel the bullet in his chest. He died from an insulin overdose, and I am almost positive that my adopted mother killed him. And what happened to that brother, my uncle? He was in prison until he died. He was imprisoned not for shooting my dad, but from 'accidentally' killing a man, putting the body in a truck, and abandoning it. My aunt also has a criminal past. She embezzled $500,000 from the hospital that she worked at. Obviously, this woman got jail time as well. There really is no reason for anyone to believe it. I have no proof of this, and I was completely in shock when I first heard about this from that family. I recently moved back to Florida, and I am trying my best to live a normal life. there are most likely news stories about my aunt and uncle, but I haven't dug around for anything. I trust the cousin who told me this story wholeheartedly, like this was way too specific to lie about."
"When I was a kid, around age ten, I went to the library with my sister, age twelve, and my mom. My sister and I doing the usual walking up and down the rows of books finding whatever. Eventually, we split ways. A while later, I found my mom and asked her where my sister was. She hadn’t seen her, so we go looking in the last area I saw her. She wasn’t there. We go to another section, nope. The next section, nothing. We go to the other side of the library, nothing. We check the bathrooms, outside the doors, and do another lap around the library. Nothing! We asked the library staff if they had seen her and they hadn’t, but they agreed to start looking. About thirty or so minutes has passed at this point, and we are definitely starting to panic. We continued searching every last corner of that library and now we have started shouting her name, and others are as well. I’d say an hour into it, my stepdad was called and he was on his way, and he was even stopping cars as they left the library parking lot. This whole time there were over fifteen people looking for her and shouting her name. If she was in that library, she would have heard us. My mom was at the front desk and she picked up the phone to call the police, and my sister comes walking toward her from the kids section, completely unaware of what had happened. She said she was sitting in the kids section reading a book on skateboarding the whole time. We asked her how long she had been there and she said maybe fifteen minutes. It had been over an hour since we saw her. I don’t know what happened that day but she was absolutely not in that library. We never went back. This is something that would have happened to me. When I was a kid, I SERIOUSLY zoned into whatever I was reading and would lose any sense of time and ability to hear anything specific happening around me. My parents and siblings would wave their hand between my book and face to break my focus to get my attention."
"I'll never forget the owls. When my grandpa passed away in November of 2008, I was at my dad's house. The front yard was almost totally enclosed by pine trees. I kept hearing these strange noises, so I decided to walk outside and see what it was. We shown a light on the tress, and we were greeted by many pairs of tiny eyes. There had to be at least twenty owls just sitting in that tree alone. My grandpa had an interesting way with birds, and we had a very close bond. That was the only time I had seen so many owls visiting the house. It was like they had all come to visit and mourn my grandpa's passing.
But that wasn't the only bizarre animal-related experience. My mastiff passed away last year. I was home alone brushing my teeth, when I heard this familiar sound. I thought I was going completely crazy, but nope. There they were again, the owls in the trees. It was another massive group of them, but it had ben twelve years since my grandpa's passing. The owls must have been keeping watch. Now I am agnostic, so I don't believe in anything in particular, I do thin there is perhaps a transfer of energy or something like that. There are just some supremely strange moments that I have been a part of. Maybe there is an easy explanation for all of this, but I certainly have not found it yet."
"One time, I snuck into the Canadian Parliament building at around 1:30 a.m. on June 27th, 1998. I just walked around for about fifteen minutes and tried to open a bunch of doors, which were all locked. There was major construction happening on the west side of the building at the time. They were digging large holes around the foundation and surrounding areas, and they had built a small temporary enclosure around one of the doors. My three buddies and I had just graduated high school and decided to wander around downtown, under the false hope that only 18 years olds can muster that doing so would somehow get us laid. We climbed up a dark stairway on the hill at the back of parliament and reached the iron fence with a locked gate at the top. We could see two security guards who were doing rounds of the entire construction area, since it basically left the side of the Parliament building open. My one buddy dared someone to try and sneak in. I was easily the most timid of the group, since I couldn't even bring myself to speak to girls on most days. But for some reason that night I didn't care one bit and just hopped over the fence, while my buddies loudly hissed at me to come back. I ran between the various CAT construction equipment, trying to stay in the dark patches, pausing to watch and memorize the route the two security guys were taking. I knew the temporary door to the small enclosure was unlocked, since I had seen one of the guards open it from our hiding spot behind the fence.
I sprinted the last fifteen yards or so, which were illuminated by construction flood lights and in the open, certain I would be caught, but I made it into the door without making a sound. The actual door to parliament on the inside was open, so I just went inside. The harder part was sneaking back out. I had to retrace my route, and because I had been inside in the light for so long, my eyes had adjusted so I couldn't see anything once I made it back to the darkness of the construction equipment. I nearly tripped a half dozen times on my way back to the gate. My buddies had bailed on me within five minutes, assuming I had been caught and wanting to put as much distance between me and them. I eventually found them at the base of the hill near the river, where I was met with a mixture of high fives and questions about my intelligence. None of us got laid from that experience. No one was going to believe that story!"
"My friend and I were just sitting outside of a 7-11 with a packed hash pipe on a St. Patrick's Day many years ago. We were pretty stoned, just as this Ford Explorer came tearing around the corner as fast as it could. The driver sideswiped an entire row of parked cars, which tore his bumper and a lot of other things on the front of his car. The driver stumbled out of his car, picked up as much of the fallen pieces as he could, stuck them in the back trunk, got back in his car, and took off speeding again. We were standing there, totally blown away, when less than a minute later a cop came tearing around the same corner. He asked us if we saw what happened, and we said yeah. He asked us to come with him to ID the guy. So we grabbed our drinks and the hash pipe and hopped in the back of the cruiser. I asked the cop if I could smoke, and he said I could. So then I told him that because of my MMJ card, I could smoke the hash anywhere I could smoke nicotine. And he just cracked the windows a bit as we sped down the main boulevard. It was definitely the strangest place to smoke weed I had ever been in. The Ford Explorer was pulled over a couple miles away. The cop pulled over and we all got out. Still smoking the hash, we give our statements between puffs and swigs. They confirm the story, since the guy had his bumper in the back like we explained, and the paint transfer and everything matched the story. The cop dropped us back off at 7-11, at which point we had to buy some more drinks and pack another hash bowl. That was a delightfully crazy night."
"I have a few stories, but this one gets the most eye rolls due to its religious nature. I was kayaking with my mom, a couple of siblings, and a family friend who is a Catholic priest. Father got caught in a fallen tree in a particularly swift part of the river and capsized. After he popped back up, he quickly exclaimed that he had lost his glasses. We all got out of our kayaks and started searching. Looking back on it, that wasn't a good idea because of the current, but he was nearly blind without his glasses, so we had to do something. We searched for a solid twenty minutes with no success. We all figured that the glasses were hundreds of feet downriver by then, lost to us for good. Father sighed and said that before giving up, we should ask for St. Anthony's help, as he's the patron saint of lost things. We stood no more that twenty feet downriver of where Father capsized and prayed for St. Anthony's intercession. When we said 'Amen,' Mom got this shocked look on her face. She bent under the water and picked up the glasses. She said she felt them tap against her foot when we ended our prayer! Folks rarely believe me when I tell this one, confidently telling me that my mom had had the glasses the whole time. She didn't. Believe me, she wanted out of that cold Michigan river as much as the rest of us did. There was no reason for her to hold onto them."
"I grew up in a haunted farmhouse, and some weird stuff definitely went down in that house over the years; I saw an old man ghost walking down a corridor who disappeared into a room at the end. About four other people saw this same ghost over the years. Sometimes you would hear a baby crying really loudly, even though there were no babies or small children in the house. The crying was coming from a certain old bedroom, but as soon as you got close to the room, the crying would suddenly stop. Sometimes you would hear a baby crying really badly (there were no babies/small children in the house), with the crying coming from a certain old bedroom, but as soon as you got close to the room, the crying would suddenly stop. I was also pushed down the cellar stairs once when nobody was around. Sometimes at night, you would hear a car drive up the gravel driveway and wait outside the house. But when you looked outside, there was no car to be seen. Sometimes you would hear the sound of a car speed off the driveway. We lived in the middle of nowhere. One time, my nanny was sitting by the window as I got ready for bed when we heard the noise of the car, and as she peaked out the window curtains, she suddenly froze. She looked very intently, the car noise drove off, and when she turned to face me, she looked as white as a sheet and refused to say what she had seen.
One time, I managed to see the car. It looked my dad's old car. But my dad had died years ago. And parked on the driveway, there was just darkness inside the car, with no driver. I looked away for a moment and when I looked back, the car had disappeared. My dad died in cold case, but he was probably murdered. Sometimes you would hear a ghost walking around the house at night. I forgot all about until years later, when my brother had to house-sit the place with his girlfriend, and she got freaked out by all the paranormal activity in the house. After spending two weekends there, she refused to spend a night in the place again. My brother wondered if my dad had become trapped as a restless spirit ghost because of his unsolved case. As crazy as it sounds, I wonder if he is right."