Unexplained — Nobody Believes Me

My daughter is 6 months old. She's a normal baby, never had any real meltdowns or anything. I mean sure, she cries when she's hungry or when her tummy hurts. But overall I never had issues with tantrums. Then about a month ago she just started screaming bloody murder outside, like red in the face screaming. I spent 15 minutes trying to calm her down, we ended up going home. Back at home it took a bit but she eventually settled. The next day the same thing happened. Then we didn't go out for a couple of days. When we finally went out again, about an hour into the walk the meltdown started up again. And this time I definitely noticed that while we were alone, everything was fine. But as soon as another woman with a child came outside — it started. I don't remember if it was exactly those same people on the first two days. But after that I started noticing that my daughter has this huge meltdown every single time those people come out. Looks like a regular mom with her son, the boy looks about a year old. They seem totally normal. What it is about them that my daughter doesn't like, I have no clue. She reacts fine to other people, I've been watching for a whole month now. Why specifically with them, I don't know. Now if I see them out walking or just coming out of their place, I just leave right away. My husband keeps saying it's a coincidence. But this many times?? I don't buy it. Has anyone dealt with something like this with their own kids?

Something dead strange happened to me once in my life. But ever since, I've believed in spirits and all that stuff you just can't explain. It happened in 2004. I was on holiday in Thailand with my kid. December 2004 — everyone knows that one now. We were in Phuket, loving the swimming, going on day trips. Everything was great, until we went on an excursion to Khao Sok. I've always been a bit of a thrill-seeker — I especially love swimming way out, feeling at one with the ocean. My family are always having a go at me about it. But splashing around on the beach with a mob of people — that's just not my thing. So on this trip, we rocked up to Cheow Lan Lake. As usual, I wanted to get in the water. Nobody else from the group was keen — they reckoned it might be dodgy. But the guide said it was a man-made lake and it was fine. So I figured there couldn't possibly be any underwater monsters or crocs in there. Off I went. At first I was just enjoying myself. ThenI started getting a bit anxious — what if thre were snakes? But turning back felt embarassing at that point, so I kept going until I was halfway across the lake. And that's when things got strange. This absolute terror just washed over me. I felt like I was still on the lake, but like waves were crashing over me. I had this overwhelming fear for my kid, who was back on the shore. At one point I actually went under. Then everything went still. I came back up and saw the calm water again, our group on the bank. I was so shaken and frozen with fear that I couldn't even swim back straight away. That sick feeling of dread stayed with me the entire day. After we got back to the hotel, I thought I'd sleep it off and be right by morning. But that night I saw the exact same thing, only in a dream. Woke up absolutely wrecked — the anxiety was even worse after the nightmare. I went down to the hotel lobby to use their computer to check if there were any earlier flights home. Turned out there were seats on a flight back to Melbourne through Bangkok the very next day. I decided to get us home as quick as I could so I could see a doctor and get on some antidepressants. We flew out the next day. Six days later, I saw the tsunami on the news — including Phuket. I couldn't believe my eyes. We were supposed to still be there. What scared me like that? Was it trying to warn me? I'd have thought it was some local spirit, but it's a man-made lake. Still can't figure it out.

Since childhood, I’ve been very afraid of mirrors, especially at night. If I needed to go to the bathroom at night, I often couldn’t make myself go because I had to pass by a mirror in the hallway. Whenever I walked past it, I tried to look away. I wasn’t afraid of seeing monsters there, but of seeing myself — with evil eyes. I don’t really know how to explain it, it’s just a very childlike memory, but it felt real to me. Later, my parents even covered that mirror. Over time, I managed to overcome my fear. But about a month ago, I had a very strange dream. In the dream, I wasn’t myself — I looked like a completely different girl, from the 18th–19th century. I was standing in front of a bathroom mirror, washing my hands… and they were covered in blood. But I wasn’t looking at my hands — I was staring into the mirror with these disgusting, evil eyes, and even smirking. I woke up and felt a strong shiver run through me… And now I’m afraid to walk past mirrors at night again, with this feeling that I might see myself with those evil eyes from my dream. I know it sounds like complete nonsense, but has anyone experienced something similar?

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.

I was like 15 or 16. Just a normal night, nothing special. Me, my friend Ethan, and Sarah were hanging out at her place. Everything was pretty standard - pizza, soda, messing around, trying to find something creepy to watch before going to sleep. At some point Sarah goes, "Hey, what if we try a Ouija board?" She said she found it in a closet - like some old one that was probably left behind by the previous owners or something. We all started laughing, like, "Oh yeah, sure, let's summon a TikTok demon." But we were bored, so we were like, whatever, let's do it. We turned off the main lights, sat down the three of us, and put our fingers on the pointer. At first, nothing. Like, literally nothing. We just sat there for five minutes asking dumb questions into the void. And then it moved. Not suddenly. Super slow. Like… just barely sliding. The kind of movement where it feels like one of you is pushing it, but no one wants to admit it. I immediately go, "Okay, who's moving it?" Ethan says it's me. Sarah says it's Ethan. So yeah, we all just blamed each other. We decided to test it. Asked something really simple, like, "How many people are in the room right now?" The pointer stopped. Then it started moving again. Slowly, with pauses. 3 We all kinda looked at each other and laughed, because that didn't prove anything. Then Ethan goes, "Alright, let's ask something none of us know." Sarah asks, "What was the name of the previous owner of this house?" I definitely didn't know. Ethan didn't either. The pointer starts moving again. Super slow, letter by letter. We could literally follow it with our eyes. M A R I A And that's when it got… weird. Sarah didn't say anything at first. She just stared at the board. Then she suddenly pulled her hands back and went pale. At first we thought she was messing with us, like doing the classic "make it dramatic" thing. But she looked genuinely freaked out. I asked, "Wait… are you serious?" She nodded. And honestly, that's when I started feeling uneasy. Not like horror-movie scared, just… that weird feeling when something doesn't make sense and your brain is trying to come up with a normal explanation. We kept going. Not laughing anymore. We asked, "Who are you?" The pointer didn't move for like twenty seconds. Then slowly started going again. L I V E H E R E Ethan immediately goes, "Okay, this is dumb. One of us is just messing around." And honestly, that sounded pretty reasonable. I was almost sure it was him. So we decided to stop. Said "goodbye," took our hands off. And then the weirdest part of the whole night happened. The second we weren't touching it anymore, the pointer twitched. Not like it slid across the board or anything. Just a tiny movement, toward "GOODBYE." Like the tiniest bit. That's it. But all of us saw it. And none of us were touching it. And that part was actually scary. We shut everything down real fast. Turned the lights back on, put the board away in the box. The next day Sarah texted us saying she checked - and the previous owner's name actually was Maria. And she swears she never told us that before. I'm not saying it was anything supernatural. Maybe one of us really was moving it, or maybe Sarah mentioned the name at some point and we just forgot. But that tiny movement, when no one was touching it… that's the part that still sticks with me. Because it was just… too weird. And yeah, nobody really believes me. But I wasn't the only one who saw it.