Nobody Believes Me — Something unbelievable happened to you?

Hi everyone. I haven’t told anyone about this except my friend, and I won’t tell anyone else. But it seems like I have the ability to influence people. Even as a child, things always went my way. If I wanted to play a certain game, that’s what everyone played. If I wanted something in a store, my parents would definitely buy it. Of course, I didn’t see anything strange about it. It just felt like the way things were supposed to be. I mean, I was cute and pretty — why not? I first noticed something odd about two years ago. I was really hungry and went up to a hot dog stand, but the vendor said, “That’s it for today, I’ve just sold the last one.” And I looked at that last hot dog in a girl’s hands with such envy… And then she suddenly said, “Take it, you need it more. I didn’t really want it anyway.” I mean, if it had been a guy, I would’ve been used to that — but a girl… To be honest, I quickly forgot about it. I thought, well, she’s just an angel, a kind person — people like that exist. But then there was another situation during an exam. I picked a ticket I didn’t know. I’m standing there, looking at it, thinking, “Damn, why this one of all things?” And suddenly the lecturer says, “Alright, we didn’t really have time to cover this topic properly. Go ahead and pick another one. We’ll go over this next semester.” Seriously??? I was over the moon. I quickly picked another one, not believing my luck. Since then, I’ve tested it on purpose. I can’t make someone do something they really don’t want to do or consider wrong (like putting pepper in their coffee or running down the street in their underwear — that doesn’t work). But simple things — getting hired, being asked out on a date, letting me go ahead in line, offering me something I’m thinking about — those work perfectly every time. I don’t know why me or how it works, but it really helps in life. Haha, by the way, it only works on people. I’ve tried to “suggest” things to my dog so many times — like not tearing up the pillows — but she just doesn’t care.

So this is a story my mom told me. She was a school teacher — she's retired now. And she had this coworker around the same age, I actually remember her, she taught CTE at our school. Anyway, this coworker's husband left her for another woman. I don't know what made her do this, but she decided she was getting him back. She went to some curandera — like this old woman someone recommended to her — and asked her to do something to bring him back. The woman warned her straight up: she could do it, but nothing good would come of it. She said it would come at a cost. And not just for the person casting it — for the one it was cast on too. Maybe the coworker didn't believe her. Maybe she just couldn't picture her life without him. Who knows. But they went through with it. And guess what? He came back. Literally within a couple months. I still remember my mom being like, "Can you believe it?? It actually worked!" But then she started telling me how they both got sick. The coworker — okay, she wasn't doing great, but it was manageable. Her husband though? He got seriously ill. Like, you could literally see him getting worse. Three years later he was gone. She still has health problems, but she's alive — and it's been like 20 years now. Look, I'm a woman. I get it. Being cheated on and abandoned is devastating. But what terrifies me even more is that these spells are apparently real. And what's even MORE terrifying is that the worst of it doesn't even hit the person who did it — it hits the person it was done to. How is that fair?? You don't even know it's happening to you, and YOU'RE the one who pays for it with your health. That's just so messed up.

Hi everyone, I'd like to share something that happened to me and my friend. What started as a harmless joke may have turned into something else entirely. I honestly don't know anymore. Have you ever seen Supernatural? Remember the episodes about the crossroads demon?The ones where people would make some kind of deal with him for ten years of a happy, successful life. Well, here's our story. Lucy and I were roommates in a cheap apartment, always hunting for side gigs. After we graduated, we bombed one job interview after another. And our love lives weren't much better. So one night — after a party, a fight with my boyfriend, and a few too many cocktails — one of us jokingly suggested we try summoning the crossroads demon. Obviously, we weren't serious. We drove out to a crossroads on the edge of town in the middle of the night, set up a few candles, and between fits of giggling, shouted something like, "Crossroads demon, we summon you!" Nothing happened. We didn't sign anything. We had a good laugh, got cold,and went home. We forgot all about it for a while. We only remembered about a year later, at Lucy's birthday party. Everyone was telling her what an incredible year she'd had. She'd landed a great job, met a wondetful guy, she was about to get married, and her career was really taking off. Then she pulled me aside and whispered, "What if that night actually worked?" I froze. Things had been going amazingly well for me too — I was in love and building my own business. But of course I brushed it off. "No one showed up that night," I told her. "We didn't sign anything." That was a little over nine years ago. And a month ago, Lucy was hit by a car. She's still in the hospital. She has everything — a husband and a son she adores, money, success. But she's lying there in critical condition, and she still hasn't woken up. We never signed any deal. We were just messing around. But our lives really did change after that night. We always told ourselves it was just a coincidence. But now… I'm terrified.

My grandfather was a time traveler. That's why I know that time slips are real. I don't believe in planned time travel, but accidentally wandering into some kind of time slip — that can absolutely happen. That's exactly what happened to my grandfather and his friend. They were both 19, heading to a neighboring town somewhere out in rural Missouri. They didn't notice anything unusual on the way — the only thing they could remember afterward was that it was foggy. No lightning, no thunder, no pressure in their ears. Just regular fog. When they reached the town, they were surprised they couldn't find the general store they were looking for, and a lot of other things looked different too. Then they thought someone was messing with them when they were told it was 1957. They swore they'd been in 1929 just minutes before. When they went back home, there was no record of the friend whatsoever. My grandfather had been listed as missing. It was a good thing there were two of them. At least they knew two people don't go crazy in the exact same way at the exact same time. They said they weren't upset. Both were orphans, so there was nobody who'd miss them — they just took it as some kind of miracle. After that, they went on to live good lives. Both got married, had kids. They stayed friends their whole lives. The only thing was — they never went out in the fog again. My grandfather used to say, "What if it happens again and I end up somewhere else? I already have a family now. I don't want to go anywhere anymore."