Bullies Getting Their Comeuppance
In a world where adversity often takes the form of bullies wielding their power, the stories that echo with the resonance of revenge serve as both cautionary tales and triumphant narratives. These tales paint vivid portraits of individuals who, after enduring torment, found the strength and cunning to orchestrate their own payback against those who once preyed upon them. From subtle acts of retribution to calculated displays of poetic justice, these stories stand as testament to the indomitable human spirit’s capacity for empowerment and reclamation. This collection unveils the satisfying allure of turning the tide, as victims metamorphose into architects of their own justice, embodying the age-old adage that what goes around, eventually comes back around.
20. Karma For Karen
When I was about 8 and my brother was 11, he got in trouble for punching a kid in the face on the school bus (my brother claims he was defending someone else…I don’t really remember it all that clearly).
My brother paid the price, was banned from the bus for a while, faced repercussions at school, and my mom made him apologize to the kid he punched in person.
A couple of months after the incident, the mother of the kid he punched decided to flip the crazy switch and sued my parents for mental anguish, claiming that her son now had crippling emotional problems stemming from the incident.
She showed up at board meetings, tried to get my brother expelled, painted a picture of my family as shady and my brother as a delinquent and violent.
My parents ended up escaping the legal battle with a little bit of dignity intact, but feeling ostracized in our community of 90 people.
Fast forward. I’m now 27, my brother is 30. My Mom sends a newspaper clipping to him in the mail. It’s the indictment of the crazy mom from our childhood.
Come to find out, she had been embezzling money from her employer for 5 years, totaling more than $50,000. May have taken two decades, but she finally got what was meant for her.
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19. Maybe She Should Have Reconsidered Her Options
I dated this girl for a year or so. She broke up with me and immediately started dating another guy. I went to talk to her and he basically told me, “Look she wants to be with me. I have a job and she needs someone stable in her life. You’re a loser who’s going nowhere.”
…His job was as a line cook and he was in a band part time. Real career prospects.
About a week ago I went to a friend’s house to play poker and this guy happened to be there by coincidence. We acted like men and just pretended nothing had ever happened. He had a couple of drinks and asked me what I do. I graduated from college and make very good money as a consultant for a very large and well-known company.
I ask him the same. He is going to truck driving school because he’s had like 9 jobs in 7 years and my ex is pregnant with his baby (the second baby of his by his second girl). The type of job is not the point, it’s more that he can’t hold a single job down for longer than a year or so.
ALSO, they aren’t together anymore. She already has a kid, she is preg with his, and he has a kid by another woman. They were engaged and she left him because, as it turns out, he is a loser who can’t keep a job.
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18. Forget Our Past, And Extend A Helping Hand
A guy in high school really went after me a lot. We got into a big fight (he broke my nose and I knocked a couple of his teeth out) off-campus. No police were involved but about 10 years later I saw him sleeping on the street near where I worked.
I woke him up and asked him what was going on. He told me about his life after high school. He knocked up his girlfriend, her parents made them get married, divorced a year later. He got into partying too hard and ended up alienating everyone. I asked him if he was still using and he said no, he couldn’t afford it anyway.
I felt bad for him so I asked if he’d like to stay in my guesthouse (a one-room cottage, set up like an efficiency apartment) for a while. He took me up on it and got a night’s sleep in an actual bed for the first time in years (his words). I bought him some clothes and fed him for about a month until I found him a job with a contractor I was doing some work for.
Long story short, it’s been 6 years, he now owns a contracting business, has a wife and a new baby boy, and just bought the house down the street from me.
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17. Rusty The Clown
When I was a kid, I was fat. I used to get picked on all the time by this kid at church named Rusty. He was about five years older than me and every couple of weeks he would beat me up.
I moved away when I was about 14, and thankfully, I didn’t have to deal with him anymore.
When I went to college, I decided to get my act together and get healthy. To that end, I started taking mixed martial arts. I did it for about two years and lost about 40 pounds.
When I graduated, I moved back to where I was from and started looking for a new MMA gym. I went to the most reputable one, and who should be there, but Rusty.
It sounds too good to be true, but I swear to God, it happened.
He hadn’t changed a bit. The first thing he said to me was “Finally trying to learn to defend yourself, huh?”
I had called ahead and the instructor knew my deal and had arranged for me to come to watch. I left my gear in the car.
At the end of class, they do free rolling; Ju Jitsu sparring.
Rusty comes up to me, having no knowledge that I am the least bit experienced, and starts begging the instructor to let him spar me, so he can “show me the ropes”.
After all, he’s been in MMA for three months now, AND he never misses a UFC pay-per-view.
I went outside and changed. Long story short, we sparred, and I choked him out three times. Afterward, I signed up for classes, he grabbed his bag, left, and never came back.
This is my favorite story out of everything that has happened in my life thus far. I’m the only person I know that got to beat up my childhood bully as an adult.
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16. Donuts Cure All Wounds
I go into my mechanic to change my brakes. The usual cashier offers me coffee, I make small talk (been going there forever, they’re an honest car repair shop, believe it or not).
Then I notice the guy hunched over a Honda.
I call out. He turns, squints his eyes, goes ”…Jim?” I call him out on his behavior, he tells me he’s straightened up after mouthing off to the wrong person nearly cost him his life (he showed me a shank wound 3cm under his heart).
He’s apparently happily finishing a course in auto repair and had just been hired at the garage.
He turns out to be a nice guy, having sorted out his issues. I routinely bring him donuts when I bring the car in and he gets me rebates because dude, I brought donuts.
(hyugafan)
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15. You Don’t Mind If I Have This, Right?
Dealt with a bully in high school. Smaller guy, made up for it by being really, really aggressive. I was kind of small, too, so he could push me around.
Not really a lot of constant bullying, just random acts of being a jerk.
Fast forward a few years. I’m bigger. Much bigger. I’m tall, I’m no longer rail-thin, I’ve lost my glasses because of LASIK, and I’m happy.
I’ve almost entirely forgotten about this guy until I see him across the dining room at a restaurant.
His appetizers have just arrived, and my bill has just arrived. I pay up, leave a generous tip, and wander over to this guy. Stopping next to him at his table, I say “Hi.” He looks at me, and I can see recognition flash across his eyes.
He’s eating wings. I reach down, take one, and calmly eat it. I toss the bone back onto his plate. “Nice seeing you again.” Then I leave.
The look on his face at this tiny, random act of revenge, was pretty amazing.
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14. Rough Night To Be A Bully
I definitely didn’t take the high road here but it was fantastic
When I was bouncing, I saw my ex-bully walk into my bar. This guy made my high school life dreadful through every method except violence (I was bigger than him by a fair margin). I knew he lived a couple of towns over, this was small-town New Zealand after all, I also knew he was driving. I looked for his car and it was parked in a tow-away area.
I gleefully called the company who handles this for us and they towed it. He was in the pub at the time, he was none the wiser. I also got one of our barbacks to follow him around and take his glass every time he put it down for more than five seconds. It was pretty busy that night and he wasn’t overly bright, so again he was none the wiser.
After a few hours of this, he came outside for a smoke, where it was pouring rain, and afterward turned around to go back inside. I blocked his way and he tried to shove past me. I told him he was acting aggressively and I wouldn’t be letting him back in. He starting shouting that he’d left his wallet inside, I told him that if he’d thought of that before trying to shove past me, maybe I would have gone to get it for him.
At this point, in his eyes, I stopped being a bouncer and was again the scared little 17-year-old from 7 years earlier. He took a swing at me, missed, and fell over in the gutter. He wasn’t hammered, it was just that the ground was wet and he slipped.
We had a couple of cops who used to come in for a few drinks off duty every now and again, and they happened to be smokers. They saw what had happened and called their buddy who was on duty and he swung by, picked this jerk up and took him to the station to sober up.
I am not proud of my feelings about this, but seeing the guy who destroyed high school for me getting thrown into the tank after being ripped off at a pub, getting humiliated while trying to look like the big man, being sober enough to be hugely frustrated over this whole thing and knowing that when he gets out of jail in the morning, his car won’t be where he’d left it made me feel great.
I never messed with him again after that, I felt we were even.
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13. Check, Please!
At the tender age of 14, and standing a bit over five feet tall I was sent to boarding school. I had braces, a “body-perm”, and weighed not more than 70 pounds. About as scared as a rabbit in a thunderstorm, I kept my head low and tried to stay “under the radar”.
A group of older girls somehow noticed me anyhow and began harassing me — at first in small ways such as making snide remarks, but quickly escalating to physical bullying. One of the girls in particular seemed to really have it out for me and long after the others lost interest, she’d still openly make fun of me and corner me at every opportunity.
I’d lie in my bed at night conjuring all sorts of scenarios in which I could humiliate her. It was all for naught, though, as the morning would come and I’d still be the nerdy little kid who’d be wise not to try anything. She’d still be the big-boobed popular girl who walked around pulling a wake of disciples in her path.
Many years later, now standing well over six feet tall and known within my circle of business as an attractive woman who was not to be messed with, I scheduled a lunch meeting with a few possible vendors to be located at the shopping mall I was helping develop.
Seated with representatives from Radio Shack, Sears, and a few others, our waitress approached the table. She was a wreck of a woman — crispy-fried bleached-blond hair, pock-marked complexion, and cheap clothing stretched over a body several pounds too large for it.
As she fumbled around for a pen in her apron, our eyes met and it would be difficult to describe what was exchanged wordlessly as we recognized each other.
The tables had turned dramatically. Vengeance was mine.
I said it was nice to see her after all these years, and that I couldn’t think of anyone I’d be happier to have as my server.
The meeting went well, table service was impeccable, and I left a tip equal to our tab for the meal. I haven’t seen her since, but now when I think of her I get all warm and tingly with the deliciousness of winning.
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12. Ahh, Time To Let That Hatred Go
I moved to a new school in 7th grade and was doing fine — making friends, good grades. Then somehow ran afoul of this bigger kid (he’d been held back a few times).
Typical bully — pushed little kids into lockers, loved to torment girls and ran with a pack of acolytes who adored and aped him.
In Texas at the time, if a kid didn’t like you, he “called you out” (challenged you to a fight after school). Well, “Zed” calls me out one day, because I was from New York. Being clueless, I said, “Sure, okay.”
A few days later, in front of his acolytes and a small group of my friends, he proceeds to beat the snot out of me. It was 7th grade, so the damage wasn’t excessive — mostly to my pride. Spent the rest of middle school known as one of the guys “Zed beat the snot out of.”
Fast forward about seven years, home from college and going to the grocery store for mom. Who should I see bagging my goodies but Zed. Taking a look at him, I see a horrible scar running from the top of his head down around the back of his skull and neck and under his shirt.
His face lights up when he sees me, and he says, in slightly slurred speech, “Hey! Didn’t we go to school together? We’re friends from school, right?” He walks with me out to the parking lot, and as we walk I learn that he had been hit by a car in high school while biking home one day.
The accident required a half-dozen surgeries and had left Zed mentally impaired and a completely different person.
He put my stuff in the car, shook my hand for a good 30 seconds and kept asking me to “come back and see me sometime!” I had hated a few people in my life to that point, and no one more than him. But I almost cried driving home, I felt so bad for him and disgusted with myself for my previous hatred.
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11. Remember Me, Old Man?
My dad is a very large man. We’re talking 6’7″ 300 lbs big. He would always tell me this story to cheer me up when girls would be mean to me:
He was pretty chubby in high school so he played football and was good at it, but just really loved playing basketball. So his freshman year he tried out for the team and didn’t make it.
The coach, who was a history teacher at the school, stated his weight as an issue. Fair enough, he worked hard to lose some weight over the summer blah blah blah.
Fast forward to sophomore year: ends up having the coach as his history teacher. Great, he thinks. He can be a good student and hopefully get on the team.
Wrong. This ADULT MAN decided to call my father names related to his weight and harass him in front of the class. Not cool but my Dad was too proud and never said anything.
He ended up making varsity his sophomore year because of a coaching change.
Fast forward about 5 years my Dad was working as a bouncer at a bar in a nearby town to where he went to school.
It was a regular night when who walks in? Idiot history teacher. Perfect. He thinks “ah I’ll let it go, be professional.” Until the teacher calls out my dad as “the chubby kid who was a coward”.
My dad looks at him and says, “Sir, I think you’ve had too much to drink, its time for you to go home.” The coach is saying no, no I’m fine, etc.
My dad grabs him by his shirt and says, “No, it’s time for you to step outside, you have had too much to drink.”
The coach decides to swing at my dad and that’s when he loses it. Dad says, “This is for all the kids you’ve called fat you piece of crap” and proceeds to beat the tar out of him.
A long story I know, but my favorite by far. My dad and his old bouncer friends always tell it when they get together too.
Ahhh revenge.
(tloves)
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10. You Have A New Friend Request
A guy I went to high-school with “friended” me on Facebook. He was caught stealing from my house once back then, bragging about it to mutual friends (whom he thought would not tell me).
After the incident we never spoke, although we had the same circle of friends, I kept my distance, he kept his.
Flash forward 20 years to now and we were “friends” on Facebook. I have a pretty cool job in the music industry, good money and I travel the world.
I usually add these former “friends” just so they can see my life turned out pretty awesome while most of them are in our old home town working crap jobs…anyway.
He updated his status saying that he was devastated that someone stole something from his son and karma this, blah blah blah. Amongst all the posts from his friends being sorry for him, I simply wrote something like “Yeah, it’s really terrible when someone steals from you eh? That must really suck. Karma does have its way of evening things out though.”
I immediately started getting PMs from mutual friends congratulating me, who remembered the incident in school.
He “un-friended” me after that to my extreme pleasure.
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9. The One-Hitter Quitter
I was a really small freshman in high school (like 5’2″) and looked like I was probably 12. I was always picked on for being the smallest. I transferred to a private school and fast forward 3 years and I go to a party with all the kids from my old school.
I see one of the kids that always had it out for me because he was bigger at the time. I’m now 6’1″, obviously a lot bigger than before.
So he talks some crap to me and I give it back. He shoves me and without even thinking I one-punch KO this chucklehead in front of about 80 people.
Everyone thought I was a freaking hero.
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8. Charge It To My Card, Lenny!
From third through sixth grade, this punk made my life a nightmare. That fat turd Lenny had a gang even.
Fast forward to just after college, making real money for the first time. I go to a shop to buy a high-end sound upgrade for my new car and guess who’s there.
Lenny, crappy shirt and tie and all.
Salesman shuffles up to me and I say, “Hiya, Lenny. I’m here to buy, but not from you.” I walked over to another salesman and requested his assistance instead.
I spent over twice as much as I intended to, sort of my version of both middle fingers in the air. The look of hatred on Lenny’s face as I pulled out the credit card made 8-year-old me very content.
Worth it!
(ratshack)
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7. The Juggalo Bully
In middle school, I knew this Juggalo kid named Eric that was a pretty big dick to me. He was older and had failed a couple of times, and because of his style (and the fact that he once showed to school with clown paint), he was known as ‘Clown’ to most.
He harassed me as often as he could, once lighting part of my hair on fire at the skating rink and pretty much stole my first girlfriend from me.
He ended up getting expelled for decking an older female teacher in the face.
Fast forward to my senior year of high school. I’m hanging out with some friends and a preview for the nightly news comes on. The top story that night was about a deadly assault.
The guilty party? You guessed it. Clown is now doing life without parole.
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6. Bully Doesn’t Keep His Eye On The Ball
When I was in 5th grade, there was a kid who spit on me and bullied me for about 2 months on the bus. When he moved to another bus route I thought I would never get a chance for revenge.
But one day at a Little League baseball game I was playing in, I saw him on the opposing team and my blood started boiling. He was the 2nd baseman and he would laugh whenever I would go up to hit the ball.
In the last inning, I was up to hit and missed the ball twice and heard him laughing from 2nd base. That got me really mad and when the pitcher threw the ball I hit a line drive straight for the bully’s face. (I’m not a great hitter; I just got lucky.)
After it hit him, he dropped and cried and the players ran over to him, but no one called time out so I ran all the way to 3rd base without getting out.
I sat there on 3rd with a HUGE smirk on my face while they picked him up and walked him to the dugout. I didn’t feel bad about it all and still don’t feel bad about it.
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5. Sometimes, You Just Have To Take The High Road
My then-fiancé took me out to dinner in my hometown where we had our first date to celebrate my new promotion. I recognized our waitress right away as the girl who had been mean to me in 6th and 7th grade (The only years we had classes together).
She didn’t seem to recognize me (I had gained a lot of weight and the restaurant was dark) so I let it go and treated her like any other waitress.
When the bill came I asked my now-husband how we should tip. She was a great waitress and deserved a generous tip like we usually do but the urge to stiff her was there as payback.
I decided to tip her generously and let the past go. But I did leave a note next to the tip: “Here’s to believing that people do grow up after high school.” And I signed it “Class of 20**”
The next day I got on Facebook and she had sent me a message. She said she had recognized me but I looked happy so she said nothing and she treated me like any other customer.
Then she apologized for anything she might have done to me in school. It was a hard time for her and she didn’t like to think about who she was then.
Some bullies do grow up and I’m glad we both did the right thing.
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4. Refuse To Serve The Bully
A boy at school, [name redacted], was an absolute monster to me and my group of friends. I was raised as a fairly introverted kid and thus gravitated to people of a like mind.
He could basically smell the pacifism on us and exploited it to no end. Kicked the crap outta my friends and I every chance he got, humiliated us in front of the class, basically assigned us to the lowest social rungs for most of our schooling year. My own bio-father was a bully and violent, and it burned into me a deep-seated hatred of anyone who resorts to preying upon the weak.
Fast forward to some 8 years after school. One Friday afternoon the bully walked into my place of business looking for something we sell, and (due to the nature of our business) revealed that since leaving school, he had been caught stealing a car, gone to juvenile prison (due to age), got busted for possession, more convictions, etc. and been living at no fixed address. We were his last chance for this particular product.
Before you judge too quickly, we had been at a fairly expensive private school, so he wasn’t exactly a down-on-his-luck hobo to begin with – he had just never once stopped making bad decisions despite the opportunities given to him.
I projected an outwardly professional demeanor, denied him service, and sent him dejectedly on his way. (I was required by policy and had no actual authority over the choice, but it still felt good.)
The best part? He didn’t recognise me. He looked at the man serving him and only saw a man. I had grown and changed so much, and he had stayed exactly the same.
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3. Finding An Outlet At My Lowest Point
True story. I got bullied for roughly seven years straight daily when I was in middle school and high school. I had kids tell me I should die, I got beat up and I was emotionally destroyed by everyone who treated me like the most useless, void piece of crap.
I didn’t feel like I should exist. I sat at home contemplating just ending it a lot. I always loved art, drawing, and writing. During my adolescence, I retreated to the internet. I didn’t want to go to clubs where those people were, yet could still talk to people.
I started posting animated Flash cartoons and comics to other people who were like me for critique. Due to the bullying directed at me, I developed a rather sad sensibility towards life and an ability to quickly come back verbally at anyone who wanted to give me abuse. It was a defense mechanism for sure, but the tone shone through in the animations and comics that I drew. Through all that, I met friends and eventual co-workers.
I now draw a cartoon called Cyanide & Happiness.
The local papers write about me. That school held an assembly in my honor once recently (I was told this by a friend who now works there). I live overseas and Jonathan Ross comes to hang out with me at Comic-Con every year, where again pictures of us appear in the local paper.
My former bullies know all about this. The particularly bad ones now either avoid me in bars now or try to be my best mate, and I walk around my home town beaming.
Feels good man. Thank you, internet.
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2. Bullying Comes At A Great Cost
I was playing poker in Atlantic City about 7 years ago and one of the guys that bullied me, Chad, sat at my table. There’s no way he recognized me.
I was actually playing on a no-limit hold’em table while waiting for a seat to open in a 2-way hi-lo game.
Anyway, I stayed at the NLHE table just to take his money. I played probably 95% of the pots he was in. He had been drinking and wasn’t very good.
I got close to $600 off of him in a little over an hour before he decided to quit. I have no idea what he does for a living, but I am 100% sure he is a big loser when he plays cards.
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1. Model Behavior
It’s been roughly two years for me. After my first love broke up with me, my self-esteem took a huge hit. I felt insecure, like a terrible person, like I ruined everything good around me, etc. These insecurities manifested themselves in low self-esteem with regards to my body image. I recently started getting hammered text messages from my ex. After a while, they progressed to him trying to get me to come to visit him.
Once I agreed to drive the two hours it takes to go see him, but then he canceled saying he would be embarrassed for his friends to know we had hung out because I was “such a terrible person.” I stopped being nice and polite, but he continued to text me. I should also mention, as it’s relevant to the story, that my ex’s life dream is to be on TV and be famous.
Then two weeks ago I was driving to a music festival up in Michigan when I decided to check my email. I found out I’d been one of 6 girls (out of an original 250 from my region) to move on to the next round of interviews for the casting of a new modeling show. I’d applied and sent in pictures of myself on a whim, I hadn’t really expected anything to come of it since I’d only done some amateur modeling in middle school.
I was absolutely beside myself with happiness. I felt confidence like I hadn’t felt in two years. I felt good. But it gets better. When I returned home I was shopping at a fancy local boutique when the owner approached me and asked me if I’d had any modeling experience. Then he asked me to come in for a photo shoot for the online catalog they were launching. I went in for the photo shoot and it was amazing.
I felt on top of the world. Stuff like this does not happen to me. I like to think that the world is paying me back tenfold in karma for having to deal with so many self-esteem problems stemming from this one guy and this one break up.
Also… who’s embarrassed now, jerk?
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These Anecdotes Are Truly Shocking
Throughout history, humanity has been captivated by the mysterious and unexplained, and few subjects have intrigued us as much as the possibility of extraterrestrial life. Real-life accounts of people claiming to have encountered aliens and witnessed UFOs have sparked widespread curiosity, sparking debates and fueling our imagination about what lies beyond our own planet. From the remote deserts to bustling cities, these extraordinary tales of close encounters have transcended cultural boundaries, leaving an indelible mark on the collective psyche of humankind. While skeptics remain, the stories of these eyewitnesses persist, serving as a fascinating window into the unknown and reminding us that the universe is vast and full of potential surprises yet to be unveiled.
20. The Blue Man
Since I started my spiritual journey, I have come across a large number of what many would call paranormal events. The nature of the events and the paranormal “guests” vary and differ greatly, as well as the impact of the experiences. Some scary, some enlightening.
I will focus on a particular one that was of a great positive impact. I was chilling in my friend’s bed and I got into a very relaxed state of mind. I was basically meditating — only it felt different, much different and much better than usual.
It felt like a different strain of calm and energy poured into me. This blue alien being — large eyes, very soft voice — appeared in my mind’s eye and presented itself as a “father”. It wished me “all the best” while giving me a “taste of home” via this energy stream. The sensation was literally like being home. I’ve never felt more at peace and safe.
And it’s just one of many…
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19. Through The Window Was A Scary Surprise
When I was a child, around eight years old, I think I had an encounter. I say “think” because after another experience I had later in life, it was highly probable.
I lived in Lake Orion, Michigan. The bedroom I slept in was not on the second floor, but it was higher up than normal. When you entered into my house you had to walk up 3 stairs to be on the main floor, so the windows were not ground level like normal homes, and we also had a basement. The window right next to my bed was the same height as the other windows. Normal people couldn’t look into the window standing on the ground. I would like to guess that it was at least six feet off the ground.
One night, I woke up and I was facing the window. My bed was pushed up right against it as it was a fairly small room. I opened my eyes, and realized I was looking directly at an alien. Where we lived, there wasn’t any light pollution, so it was very dark outside. The moon seemed to have illuminated his head. It was fully in view along with part of its neck. He had typical features of an alien: Big black eyes, white/greyish skin and a small mouth. He had his hand resting on the window with really long thin fingers. Three of them were long, and the fourth was shorter. At the time, I didn’t realize his height as a child because I wasn’t able to rationalize size then. But as I grew older, I realized it had been very tall.
I remember being very scared. I closed my eyes again, hoping it would think I didn’t see it. I rolled away from the window and laid very still. I always told myself it wasn’t real. I have only told a couple of close people about it because it has always sounded stupid. But as I get older, I want to share it.
I have had more than my fair share of NDE’s in my life. This last one I had made me realize life is short, and that I need to talk about my experiences.
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18. What Was That?
I was watching the stars, and I saw something that appeared to be an airplane. But, it was way higher than normal airplanes fly. Moments later, I see an actual airplane, lights blinking…and it’s at a lower altitude. I looked back at what I thought was a plane. There are no blinking lights and it’s a lot higher. I’m watching it going in a straight line — then all of a sudden it makes a 90° turn and goes from north to east. It seems to have been flying a lot faster than a normal plane.
Then it just stopped. It looked just like all the other stars around it, blending in as if it wasn’t there, as if I didn’t see anything. What was it? I’ve seen stars do weird things in the past, but I thought it was my imagination. I am now 19 years old and just saw this anomaly in the sky. And I tried to record it, but right as I pointed the camera to the sky, that’s when it stopped. I find it awfully coincidental. As this eerie event happened, a shooting star came by moments later to brighten the mood.
(domzing)
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17. A Real Home Invasion
I just signed up to Reddit to share an experience I had a couple of years ago. But I guess I have to get a higher karma score before I can post? I’m very new to this so still figuring it out.
It sounds unbelievable, but I had a direct encounter with an alien in my house. I’m in my 30’s and live in California. Around the time this happened, my dog was starting to panic at night when I went to sleep. She’s getting older, so I thought she was developing some kind of fear of the dark. But one night, she was so restless I just let her leave the bedroom and hang out in the house. I fell asleep and woke up a few hours later. There was an alien standing next to my TV just staring at me. Keep in mind, this whole episode lasted about 15 seconds. I got the feeling as soon as I woke up, that I wasn’t supposed to wake up. And I wasn’t supposed to see this thing in my room. It was about 80% the size of an average male. What struck me instantly was that it had human proportions. It didn’t have some giant head. The head was the same as ours except it did have larger black eyes.
The tone of its skin was this very dark marbled grey/brown/olive. After staring at each other for about 15 seconds, I just blacked out. And then I woke up very early the next morning, and the room felt very weird. I was honestly terrified. I don’t know that I’ve ever experienced fear like that. And I can’t really explain why.
The other part of the experience was that I did pick up information from it. And again, I got the feeling that wasn’t intentional. It was like accidentally hearing a radio transmission. I just picked up these things all within a few seconds. That’s a more complicated thing to get into.
I too have the same fascination with space. It would be unbelievable to be able to explore if that were possible. I have to tell you, the feeling I got from that being was very ominous. It wasn’t good. And it was not good in a way I didn’t understand. It’s almost like infidelity would mean nothing if you tried to explain that to a horse. There was something bad about this that was not in a human’s realm of understanding. One of the things I did pick up from this experience was that there are numerous species that are similarly capable. And some are better intentioned than others.
Ever since that experience, I do feel some kind of connection. Like I can communicate if I want to. I’m fairly certain I was not abducted or anything like that. I just knew it was a sort of “check up.” And that it wasn’t the first time.
I’ve tried very hard to find any kind of similar accounts but I haven’t found any. So I was glad to see your post.
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16. Stay Away From The Blue Light
Yeah, I had a nightmare last night that was pretty much a recap of something that happened 3 years ago. I was up late studying for my midterms and went to sleep around 1 a.m. Around an hour later while falling asleep, I notice a blue light coming through my blinds. I think nothing of it, as we had a light in the backyard that was greenish.
After a short while of trying to sleep, I wake up to tugging on my blankets. At the time, I think it’s my older brother messing with me since he wakes up early to go to the gym (and then heads off to work very early in the morning). It kept going until the tug got much more forceful. I then said in a loud voice “Let me sleep dude, it’s not funny.” The tugging stops immediately as I said it. I turn over to try and hit what I thought was going to be my brother. Instead, straight across from me peering from my bedside was just two blue lights — or eyes the size of maybe two tennis balls on a bulbous silhouette that was a head. I stared at it for some seconds. Whatever it was, it pulled its head back as if confused. I then covered myself in my blankets.
I stayed like this for maybe two minutes. I then hear steps scampering off. This wasn’t like hearing a person walk away, but more like a dog on tile trying to keep its balance. Whatever it was, it sounded like it had multiple limbs it used to move (not bipedal). I then check my phone — which is under the covers as I keep it next to me as I sleep — and I notice it’s about to be 3 a.m. I hear my brother’s alarm, and hear the screen door to the backyard close.
I wait to see that my brother is up as he tends to turn the hallway lights on. I scream out for him to come. Real quick, he comes inside my room and I ask him if he was messing with me. He says he didn’t know what I was talking about, but he then gets mad that I woke him up early by letting the dog inside since he heard it scampering outside his door in the hallway (making noise maybe an hour ago).
I told him it wasn’t me, and I just assumed it was a night terror or something. Each time I see blue lights at night, I tend to get nervous now — since I’m not sure what I experienced honestly.
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15. I Was Almost Abducted…Don’t Tell My Wife!
This literally just happened to me this morning. I was sleeping in bed next to my wife and son. My son is just over a year old, and still wakes up throughout the night. So my wife and I have lullabies playing on YouTube all night to help soothe him when he wakes up. As normal, he wakes up and starts fussing, and my wife pulls him in to breastfeed. She taps me and tells me she has to use the bathroom. So she gets up and does her thing. Keep in mind, I’m not drowsy or sleepy or anything at this point, I’ve been awake for at least 45 minutes. Even prior to my son waking up.
Anyways, as she is in the bathroom, I’m laying there with my son on the other side of the bed now back asleep. Then suddenly, I feel paralyzed. I feel as if my body weighs 500 pounds. The sound of the lullaby disappears and is replaced with what I can only describe as rushing winds. As if I’m being shot through a tunnel or vortex or something. My eyes are wide open. I’m fully conscious.
I feel a heavy presence in the room. I hear whispers but I can’t understand anything they’re saying. And it’s so loud. The wind or water rushing or whatever the f*** it was. I was frantically trying to turn over or move, but it felt like I was being held down. I felt a pain in my lower back, but I couldn’t scream or talk or yell or whisper. Then, I f****** saw it. Right there. In front of my bedroom door. A silhouette. But not a dark one. As if it was invisible. Or trying to be invisible.
But somehow the light from the TV reflected off of it. 7ft tall. Slender. Almost oval shaped head. Standing there. Staring. All of this felt like it lasted hours. Then just as I caught the glimpse of it, my wife opened the bathroom door. I was free and it was gone.
I haven’t told my wife yet. She’s very religious, and I just honestly don’t want her to freak out. But it happened.
Disclaimer: This is not a made up story. This literally just happened to me. I’ve had sleep paralysis before, and this was nothing like it. I was WIDE awake. I feel weird telling this story but I’m hoping just putting my thoughts into words on the screen can help me better understand what just happened. Was it an alien? I don’t know. Could it just been a freak incident? Sure. Whatever it was, I’ve never experienced anything like it. Any input is appreciated. Thanks.
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14. What…Are These Things?
This was an experience that happened when I was a kid, probably 8-10. ( I’m 22 now for reference.) There used to be this park in the summers my dad would take me to. He would play basketball in the section where the courts were, and I would play in the section with the park equipment.
One day I was on a swing set, and this couple came up and started talking to me. There was a man and a woman with a black stroller (I don’t think I ever saw a baby in the stroller, I remember it always being faced away from me).
This may have been a normal interaction, and eventually interactions, but something felt very off. There was something, like, dreamlike about the encounter(s). I was even able to pick up on it at that age.
The man in the couple was wearing blue jeans, and a red & white plaid/checkered shirt. However, he looked odd? Like kind of clammy, pale, or jaundiced/gray. I also remember his eyes being very penetrating. The woman had on a dress & (I think) had medium length brown hair. I can’t remember her face, no matter how hard I try. She looked more “normal” from what I remember.
The best way to describe the man’s hair would be kind of blonde, ashen, and artificial looking. Kind of sticking up and in a sort of bowl cut style I think.
I can’t remember exactly what we talked about, but I think it revolved around God/religion, & it was a fairly short interaction — probably about 10 minutes.
The weirder part is that I saw them later at a completely different park at a different date (could have been weeks or months), and they were in the exact same outfits with the exact same stroller. It looked like only 5 minutes had passed, but it was a completely different location at a different time. I can remember feeling apprehensive & “off” when I saw them again, strangely, I can’t remember if I talked to them or not a second time.
And the last key to the story: When I told my Dad about seeing this couple multiple times as a kid, he said that maybe they were “angels”. And I remember that intensely freaking me out for some reason.
Now, there could be a perfectly rational explanation for this. With that said, more recently I’ve been doing more spiritual work & growth — as well as scientific (astrophysical/biological, quantum physics/theory, etc.) research. This memory resurfacing prompted me to share it. It’s not the first time I recalled this happening, but it is the first time I feel like I could maybe get some explanation. (Aliens? Interdimensional beings? Otherwise?).
I’d be happy to provide anymore context about my life (if it’s helpful) or the encounters if I can remember! *This happened in the state of Maryland during the daytime!
Thanks!
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13. A Secret Room in Germany
My father passed away from dementia and heart issues at the age of 78 in January. Years before the dementia was diagnosed, my dad (who typical of his generation) never cried. However, he came to me crying and told me the story of his “abduction.” He said it was the real cause of his PTSD, and swore me to secrecy — which I kept until he passed.
He told me the story a dozen times since, always with the exact same details. Nothing ever changed, even the small details were exactly the same when he was close to death with Lewy body Parkinson’s dementia.
My dad was in the Air Force between 1963 and 1966 (I looked it up on his dd214). The story he told was that while he was in the military and stationed in Germany, he was abducted/put in some kind of underground facility for about a week. The story goes that there were giant (7-8 feet tall) humanoid people (he called them Nephilim) forcing him and other soldiers there to do some remedial tasks, and they would observe him. He would joke that he’d make mistakes on purpose just to screw with them. He was stripped of his clothing (except his underwear) and kept doing this day after day. He was offered sex with the females but said no, and they didn’t force him.
After about a week, something happened and he was rescued. He said the thick steel doors were blown open and in came a huge amount of some kind of military in unique uniforms with unique weapons but were human. They got his clothing/wallet back to him, and told him to go back to his barracks. He said he went back to the barracks and nobody ever asked him what happened. No questions at all, except an order to NEVER tell anyone about it.
He never told his wife of 67 years until a month before he died. She knew he had PTSD, but no idea why. When mom and I compared stories, the details were exactly the same, even though he had advanced stage dementia… at that time communicating was VERY difficult yet he got the whole story out.
About that time, I went to stay with my dad’s brother for 2 weeks to help take care of him after getting out of the hospital. I mentioned the story to my uncle (who also was in the Air Force the same time as my father) and he already knew the story. He knew the story identical to what I’d been told. Said dad told him back in the 1960’s. He truly believes it happened, exactly as my dad described it because my dad didn’t make up stories, didn’t lie, and wasn’t one to believe in b*******. My uncle added stories of his own, but not abduction related.
I honestly never believed dad. Especially once diagnosed with dementia, I just assumed it was all part of a big dementia fueled delusion. But my uncle knew this story from the 1960’s. Dad had told him the story back then — way before his dementia.
So I wonder — could it have really happened?
Another thing… the last 2 years of his life he was obsessed with watching any and every alien movie he could find. He told me it was because he was searching for anything similar to what he experienced, so he could show me what he went through. I don’t know…we knew he had dementia at that point — but he tried so hard to get us to understand…
Has anyone heard of something similar?
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12. Using a Telescope Can Be Scary
On Sunday, July 18, 2021, I was in my backyard with my mom and I wanted to test out the brand new telescope I had just recently bought. It was finally a clear night, so I began setting it up and adjusting the lens and whatnot. After suffering for a few minutes, I was finally able to align my telescope with the moon — and I proceeded to admire all the glorious details on the moon’s surface and how bright it was that night.
I called my mom over to come look at the moon through the small lens. She said she wanted to see Jupiter, but I told her that it might take me a while since I was still trying to figure out how the telescope works lol. As I‘m readjusting the position of the tripod, a weird feeling comes over me. It felt the same way as when you are walking around in public and someone keeps staring at you. It’s almost as if the stare from their eyes is burning into the back of your head.
My instincts told me to turn around, so that’s exactly what I did. As soon as I turned around, I noticed a very large orange glowing orb just chillin in the sky about a block away from my house.
As I stood there in disbelief, my mind was trying to convince me that it’s probably a plane or helicopter. But all logical reasoning was thrown out the window when the glowing orb began to move in a bizarre, zigzag motion. By the way, this all happened within a matter of like 10 seconds or less just to clarify. 🙂
The exact moment when I whipped my head around to look at it, I saw that it became frightened because I noticed it floating there just WATCHING ME.
It freaked out, and started zigzagging around. In seconds, it shot away at the speed of light — gone without a single sound. To be honest, if I had blinked during any of this, I probably would’ve missed it.
I started panicking a little bit because I was so confused. I couldn’t believe what I had just witnessed. I had so many questions…What was that? Why was it watching me? If it was extraterrestrial beings, what were they planning to do?? Every time I think about this experience, it gives me chills — but it also makes me very curious to find out more about what I saw that strange summer night.
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11. The Alien Version of Super Mario?
Hi, I would like to start this off by telling a little about my life. I grew up in North Dakota, like, super rural, middle-of-nowhere North Dakota. It was just me, my mother, and my little brother most of the time.
We spent a lot of our summers outside.
We lived near this abandoned farm with all kinds of land, and so we were out there exploring a lot. I was eight when this happened. James was twelve.
It was late, and we were out catching fireflies. When we saw the spacecraft, it was just above the old water silo. Big, red, and shining down into the old wheat field. It looked like a Toad from Super Mario, for real. But just as soon as it was there, it was gone.
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10. An Electric Experience in Idaho
My experience was when I lived in a camper in a state park in Idaho for a summer doing biological field work. I just randomly awoke one night and after about 10 seconds, I noticed a dark figure standing next to my bed.
Not very tall — maybe 4 ft. and human-like — but obviously not human. It had larger dark eyes and different features. I initially moved to the back edge of my bed where nothing happened, and I felt sort of in shock. After another roughly another 5 seconds I felt my entire body flex and go into a spasm like I was being electrocuted.
It was the most intense feeling of helplessness, from being paralyzed with simultaneous pain is all I remembered. After that, everything went black. I just woke up the next morning, and there was light out. Didn’t remember a thing after the spasm.
I convinced myself I was just dreaming, but waking up in my bed from a dream is something I never have remembered doing before or since.
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9. Can Someone Explain What’s Happening Here?!
I’m in my bed. Covered in sweat. Shaking and scared. This is my second experience with them. The first time, they watched me. We weren’t in the same room, but I could feel them watching me. I saw their light from the space in the door frame…it was greenish yellow. Also, I don’t remember hearing any sound at all during either encounter.
This time was horrifying. I woke up and saw faces on my ceiling. They weren’t detailed, but they looked human. Their features were outlined with a pink light. They’re interdimensional, and are invisible to my knowledge. I felt two of them grab my arms. I struggled physically. (I think they were really latching onto my consciousness, but our auras are humanoid shaped so really they were grabbing the energy in my arms).
I could feel their grip and their strength. They are smaller and weaker than us, but they have large hands and long fingers. I could feel them pulling me.
Although I got out of bed and struggled physically — pulling and jerking my arms out of their grip — in a spasm of defensive flailing against an invisible force, I believe they were trying to separate my consciousness from my body. So in reality, my physical struggle made no difference.
After the struggle, it seemed like about a minute, they let go. I am not on drugs — although mentally, physically, spiritually…I am exhausted. I believe they come for us when we are vulnerable.
I survived my encounter, and was able to share it. But now I wonder…when people die or have heart attacks or strokes or just collapse…were they the victims of alien abduction? Are their corpses just hollow vessels left behind by interdimensional soul thieves?
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8. My Alien Friend Named Radio
I struggle with the idea of sharing my experience, mostly because I don’t know if it actually happened or if it was just a dream. At this point I’ve decided I just want to get it out there and see if anyone else experienced anything like it.
One night in the summer, when I was about 10 or 11, I was awake in the middle of the night and I could hear the horses running around the pasture as if something had happened. I decided to get up and go check on things. At that time my family had a massive old barn, and we lived in the middle of nowhere. I walked through the door of the barn and found a very large “man”, as white as snow, climbing into the hayloft. I remember being startled but not scared. He turned around and looked at me, and slowly lowered himself back down. He took a few steps towards before he knelt down and put out his hand (like one would do with a stray animal).
As I looked at him, I felt like he looked sad and tired, and not at all like he would do me any harm. I decided to take his hand and walk him towards our “kids hang-out space” which was just a space in the barn where we had some old couches, a few toys and a radio. As soon as he saw the radio, he became more animated, ran towards it and started messing around with it. That went on for a bit, and I kept asking him what he needed the radio for. He never said a word. Not one word. He wouldn’t give me a name so I started calling him “Radio.” After some time, he sat the radio down and sat down on the couch. I brought over my favorite horse book and started thumbing through the pages, showing him all of my favorite horse breeds. Eventually he gently took the book from me and closed it as if to say “I’m done.”
I got up to put the book away and he laid down on the couch. I remember him being so large that his head was on the armrest while his legs hung over the other armrest, at the knee. He was a giant. Pure white and I don’t recall any hair. His eyes were jet black, but they weren’t huge or angular. If anything, they slanted downward and were beady. After he fell asleep I decided to go back in the house and go to bed, but I put a blanket over him before I went in.
I woke up in the morning and the whole experience came flooding back to me. My feet were dirty as if I had been outside during the night. I grabbed some snacks and ran out to the barn. I ran to our hangout space and found everything as I would have expected it. The blanket was on the floor, the book was sitting on the table, and radio was out of place. But he was gone.
It’s important to know that I had a habit of sleep walking at this time in my life, so it’s possible that this was all just a dream. At first, I thought he was just a very, very, very, strange person — and I hoped he found safety. The memory never left me — and by the time I was a teen, I had decided that I dreamed the whole thing and let it go. Then Prometheus came out and I agreed to go see it with friends. When the tall white alien came on screen, I nearly jumped out of my seat. It wasn’t an exact likeness, but it was like seeing a ghost.
At the time, I knew absolutely nothing about aliens. The only one I had ever heard of was the classic “little green men.” Nonetheless, I forced myself to let it go and move on. That memory could not be real so I must have dreamed it….
As time passed, I started wondering how I could have imagined a being that I had never heard of? Could that have really happened? Could Radio be real?
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7. The Bright Blue Light
So last year, I experienced something that was absolutely strange. I just keep coming back to it thinking about what this could have been — and I can’t get it out of my head. I read the text conversation to my fiancé from that night saved on my phone, and also my texts as it was happening. I was describing what I was hearing and seeing. It was just so vivid and real, I couldn’t believe it.
It was about midnight one night and I was in my room at my parents house. There are two windows in this room, one facing the backyard and one facing the side of the neighbors house. I will be referencing the one facing the backyard. This night, my blinds were shut and the overhead light in the room was on, (for context) so it was not dark in the room. All of the sudden, this big blue beam of light comes rushing in through the shut blinds of the window making a swooshing noise as it comes in.
This light was bright blue, I’m talking LED blue bright as day even with the room lights on and the BLINDS SHUT. I am terrified feeling like I cannot move from my bed. As quick as it swooshes in, it swooshes back out. I hear rustling — almost raking of leaves after the light has left and the world is silent otherwise. I could not explain this as anything human or man made. This light was not a headlight. It could not have made it through my shut blinds over the fence and up to the second floor of our house.
The story does not end here. Two weeks later TO THE DAY and at around the same time, the same experience. Same bright blue beam and same swooshing and raking. I told myself I would get up and see what this was this time, but I was in shock that this had happened again. Just like before, I could not move. My biggest regret to this day is not looking out my window either of the nights.
Please, if anyone has any insight into this experience I would be grateful. I want answers or just something to make me feel a little more sane.
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6. “I’m Never Camping Again”
My boyfriend and I had planned a camping trip in Canton, Oklahoma for October 27-28th of 2018. We got to our campsite late in the afternoon, and started to set up like usual. Unload the truck, set up the tent, set up our chairs around the fire pit ring and pile the firewood up. I was really excited for the fire later. We had bought a huge log that had one of those holes through the center, and soaked it with some sort of long burning solution.
We got all of our comfy stuff tossed in the tent. We set up our lights and speaker, hung out around the fire ring listening to music, and talked until the sun went down. Then my boyfriend started a fire with the single giant log I was so excited about. As we were sitting in front of the fire with the sun completely down at this point, the speaker started to mess up. It was a weird loud glitchy static that happened several times. I had never heard it do this before. We figured that maybe it was because the internet was spotty, or maybe the speaker was too far from the phone it was connected to.
So my boyfriend went to check it out on more than one occasion, and couldn’t figure out what the problem might be. We had okay cell service. It started to creep me out, and maybe him as well — but he never said a thing even if it did. To change it up, we decided to just leave it alone and ignore the glitchy static. We then opened the Fritos and bean dip we brought, and cracked some glow sticks at the table.
This is where everything ended…
I dipped 1-2 Fritos in the bean dip and opened a pack of glow sticks. Sitting across from me at the picnic table, my boyfriend opened one of the glow stick packs that you make into glasses. He put the connector piece in his nose like it was oxygen tubes. I remember it so clearly. I remember laughing really hard and saying “OMG get that out of your nose!” And the very next thing I remember was waking up in the tent.
I was in a sleeping bag, nearly all the way zipped up, and my boyfriend next to me asked if I’d unzip the sleeping bag and share It with him because he was freezing. And then that’s when we both sort of snapped out of a sleepy daze and looked at each other so unbelievably confused — and honestly really really scared. So we sat there confused and sort of at a loss for words.
So I said “What the f*** happened? Why are we in here?! How?! What the f***…” I didn’t know what to say or think. My boyfriend looked just as confused and scared. He shook his head in confusion and it was all over his face too, just shock and scared. Then he said “I don’t know, I have no idea what the f*** happened. I just woke up a few seconds before you. I was just laying here flat on my back no pillows blankets, nothing.” This for him is weird because he sleeps with a million pillows. We sat there and talked through what all we had done, and what we last remembered.
We remember the very exact same moment of him putting that connector in his nose like a breathing tube and laughing our a** off. I was really freaked out and kind of hesitant to leave the tent. I’ve never in my life felt so confused, so we laid back down and he wrapped his arms around me and we kept going over what had happened. It was so weird that it didn’t feel like we’d been sleeping on the ground all night. It’s pretty typical to wake up from a night in a tent feeling a little achy. So after a while of talking and nothing making sense, I was ready to finally leave the tent. I start looking around for my jeans and couldn’t find them. So I said “What the h*** — where are my jeans?!”
This is not unusual for me to sleep in only a T-shirt, but it didn’t explain where they were. And all of a sudden, I had a really scary flash of the night that I could clearly remember. I was sitting at the picnic table. He was squatted in front of me, and I was panicked, crying hard, and really scared. I was pulling giant stickers/ thorn things from my jeans, and in this memory my boyfriend was trying to calm me down and comfort me. He said “It’s okay babe, you got to grab them just like this.” This very clear memory was like a slap in the face. It had to have been no more than a 15 second memory. So I tried to explain what just came to me to my boyfriend and he said “I don’t remember that at all, maybe it was a dream?” It made me a little irritated because it was so clear and I knew for sure that happened. So he said he’d run out to the truck to grab my bag with clothes in it. I looked out the tent door flap and saw my shoes side by side set there all nice — not flung to the side like I normally would do.
But when I looked at my shoes, my right shoe’s laces were covered in those giant thorn sticker things. So I yelled “Babe it did happen, it wasn’t a dream” and I said again exactly what he said in my memory and it came back to him too. He remembered exactly and clearly. When he came back to the tent, he had already looked even more freaked out and said “Your jeans were folded nicely on your seat in the truck. You really need to come out here.” So I got dressed and step out of the tent and the first thing I notice is everything was left exactly the same as I remembered it on the picnic table.
There was a single Frito in the bean dip. The pile of glow sticks I never broke still in place, and the pack my boyfriend opened with the little plastic connector piece he had put in his nose right on the table with the other parts. All of our firewood was burned (we had a LOT of wood). It was really silent that morning.
We walked to the bathroom and in doing so we noticed again that all the surrounding lawns were beautifully manicured. So, where did the stickers come from? What the h*** happened? How is this even possible??? One thing my boyfriend noticed that was not normal for him was that he had no pain when he woke up. He was 82nd airborne infantry paratrooper, and wakes up with leg and back pain daily. So I guess that’s the silver lining. Were we abducted? Running from something? Why can’t we remember anything? We both believe in alien life, but aren’t sure if this is what we think it is. Thoughts??
I’ve always been so afraid of the dark, and even more so now and I will never tent camp again! Neither of us have had any other memories come back to us — and I almost wonder if it’s better that way. I’m not looking for answers, I just though I’d finally share this here.
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5. A Road Trip Gone Weird
When I was a kid (back in the ’80’s), my mom, my brothers, and I were driving from Oregon to New Mexico. It was the middle of the night when a sign had us take a detour into the desert. We drove for a long time, and my mom had to stop to sleep in the middle of nowhere.
I was sitting in the front chatting with my mom. At the time, my brothers were asleep in the back seat. All of a sudden, the area became as bright as day — and the next thing I knew we were back on the highway.
For years, I thought it was a weird memory. I mentioned it to my mom a couple years ago, and she said she had the exact same memory.
I don’t recall any ships or strange aliens — other than the bright light and time loss.
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4. This Wasn’t Your Average ‘Netflix and Chill’ Evening
I don’t know where else to go with this right now. I’ll explain what has just happened, and if anyone else has experienced something similar please let me know. So I was sitting in my living room watching Netflix alone.
My Netflix stopped working. It came up with a little loading 51% circle thing. My air conditioning turned off, and then I heard a beep noise. These two big flashes of light came from either side of my living room. They went through the kitchen, and came from outside the blinds. Suddenly, I couldn’t hear anything.
The best way to explain it was like my head was in a microwave, and it was just deafening silence. I tried to say my dog’s name, and couldn’t even hear myself. Then just as quick, the air conditioning came back on. Netflix started playing again, and I could hear. It was the strangest thing ever.
Anyway, this probably makes no sense and I honestly can’t even read it back. I feel like all the energy has been sucked out of me and I need to sleep. If anyone have any insights let me know…
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3. Multiple Visits From Aliens
The first time, they landed on my roof and stood on it. I made eye contact with a grey straight through my roof. We looked at each other in a very loud silence for maybe a hour. Then I moved and once I moved, I just walked into the kitchen. It was weird, and I didn’t want to be in my room anymore.
The second time was maybe three years after. I was in my mom’s room and it was late. Out of nowhere we heard the loudest engine noise I’ve ever heard. It was shaking the house. You could hear several car alarms go off and we were scared as f***. We both sat in the bed until finally I walked to the next room to look. Right when I got close to the window, the noise stopped. There were still car horns going off, but I just didn’t see anything. It was really late, so I don’t think it would be anyone working. It wouldn’t make sense with that time of night. I definitely didn’t see anything, but we both felt it was a UFO in very close range.
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2. An Uncomfortable Nature Walk in Canada
I was around 12 years old and out for a walk with my friend in Newfoundland, Canada. The sun was starting to set. We started to walk towards a hiking trail that was pretty steep. Near the top of the trail there was a huge rock, and something was sitting beside the rock.
The way the sun was facing made it hard to pick out any details, but we saw its silhouette, and knew that wasn’t an animal or a human. It was either sitting, or it had no legs. It was hunched over picking up something slowly in a weird movement. It’s hard to describe.
It’s arms and body were super lanky and thin, and it’s head was super small. About half the size of a human head. My friend and I just stared at it for a minute and then it stopped what it was doing. It moved its head and stared at us. We both ran home as fast as we could. We didn’t say a word to each other. We decided to draw what we both saw in different areas.
We flipped the pages over and we both saw the exact same thing. If I was alone, I wouldn’t have believed what I saw. But my friend saw the same thing and many years later we both remember that day.
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1. A CRAZY Wednesday Evening
Will never forget. Summer before 7th grade. Sometime in July. Wednesday night, early Thursday morning. The evening before, my family had watched the old school show, “Unsolved Mysteries”. I awoke in the night. Lying on my right side. Awake, but my eyes still shut. Completely silent. None of us ran fans back then to aid in sleep. I was awake, and basically waiting to fall back to sleep again. However, I decided to open my eyes.
On the right side of my bed, right there, was a being. Seemingly fixated on a plush bear that I kept in bed with me. And this being fit all of the descriptions I’d ever always heard about or watched on television. Shorter, pale-gray skin. And those awful eyes. Huge, black, slanted. Staring at my bear. Right by my bed. Honestly, I cannot put into words how I felt right at that moment. I was only just about 12 at the time. At some point, I pulled my covers over my head and felt an awful rushing through my body of super warm, then cool, then warm again. Only later in my life did I understand that I was most likely feeling shock.
I couldn’t scream. Felt frozen. Too scared to scream maybe? What if I DID scream? My mother and step father and 2 brothers would hear me. What the heck would THEY do if they came running into my room and saw this thing? What would IT do? Is it going to kill me? Abduct me? What if it already had and they were returning me? All of these thoughts plus a million more just racing through my young mind. Ugh, awful just recounting it all and writing this story here. Again, how could I ever forget something traumatic like this?
So, being such a “brave” 11-year-old, and after what felt like 12 hours, I decided to try and scare it. I decided I would thrash my legs up and down from under my covers as hard as I could. I know, horrifying, haha. I was so petrified though. So, I did this then remained under my covers just waiting.
Nothing happened.
So, I stayed under the covers. This had to be at least close to going on 2 hours from when I first opened my eyes and saw this thing.
As I lay wide awake, I heard a noise. To this day, I still cannot explain exactly how it sounded. The sound felt as if it surrounded me and was coming from outside. It was a crisp, clean sounding sound. Maybe mechanical but maybe not. Lasting only about 2 seconds. A sound that I definitely had never heard before and definitely have not heard since. As soon as I heard the sound, something in my mind told me, “Oh, they’re gone”. As crazy as it sounds, I firmly believe the sound was their transportation leaving.
Needless to say, I didn’t sleep the rest of the night/early morning. It took me so long to confide in my family about this terribly scary incident. Of course, they did not believe me. However now, from time to time, my mother will mention it and suggest that maybe that’s why I suffer from insomnia now. Very well could be.
This is my first post here in Reddit. Feel free to share any thoughts. Also my first time sharing this story publicly. Would be reassuring to hear any other stories of similar happenings.
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