9 Spine-Chilling Situations People Went Through But Can’t Explain

Sometimes in life, things happen that we just can’t explain. There are moments when luck surprises us, like a miracle we didn’t expect. But other times, life throws us into situations so strange or bad that they feel worse than a horror movie. These moments remind us how unpredictable life can be, both in good ways and in creepy ones.

• I was about to cross the street when a lady put her arm across my chest and said, ’Wait.’ As I looked at her, trying to figure out what was going on, a car crash happened, and one of the cars went tumbling down the street, just 2 feet in front of me. If she hadn’t stopped me, I would absolutely be dead. I turned to look at her again, but she was no longer there. I could see for blocks in each direction—nowhere she could have gone that fast where I wouldn’t have been able to see her. I’ve never experienced anything even slightly ’supernatural’ before or after. © Unknown Author / Reddit

• My boyfriend and I were hanging out in my room one day and he was laying on my bed. I was up next to the bed and bent over to grab something. I heard him scream and freak out, holding his eyes and he wouldn’t tell me why. Eventually, he tells me that when I bent over he saw a shadow behind me that actually kind of looked like him and it freaked him out. We didn’t really talk about it afterward and never told my roommate (she wasn’t in the room).
  A couple of weeks later, I’m asleep in bed with my boyfriend. I wake up in the middle of the night to my roommate packing a bag, clearly panicked. She then tells me she woke up in the middle of the night and saw my “boyfriend” sitting at my desk and asked him why he was up. She then saw my boyfriend sleeping next to me! She believed in ghost stuff so she freaked and left. It really freaked me out because we hadn’t mentioned the “lookalike” my boyfriend saw to her and it sounded like she saw the same figure. © Expensive_Plant4586 / Reddit

• I brought home a three-foot-tall, realistic doll my grandparents had, with the intention of fixing it up. I’m scared of dolls, so I put it in a box and placed a heavy metal box on top of it. The next morning, the doll was gone. The boxes were still in place, but the doll had disappeared completely. © -TheLoveGiver- / Reddit
  

• My uncle was an artist and drew comic book-style art. He always depicted himself in a specific style. He was killed in a hit-and-run accident—one shoe was knocked off, and one arm was almost completely severed. After his death, my grandma found a picture he had drawn of himself, with a shoe flying in the background and a line on his arm labeled ’cut here.’ She always wondered if he had seen the accident in a dream or something before it actually happened. © pets0npets0npets / Reddit

• My sister told us she was pregnant very early on. A week later, I had a very vivid dream that she miscarried. I couldn’t bring myself to tell anyone about my dream. She ended up miscarrying at around 8 weeks, but the scan showed the baby was only about 6 weeks—roughly the time I had my dream. The day before the miscarriage happened, I was having coffee with her when I heard a distinct voice in my head saying, ’She isn’t pregnant.’ I still haven’t told her about my dream, and I never will. © bunnyhans / Reddit
  

• Once I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of my bedroom door creaking open. I could see the outline of someone standing there but when I turned on the light, there was no one there. The door was still slowly closing, as if whoever or whatever had been there was leaving. Even creepier, my Nest fire alarm had illuminated in the corridor, sensing movement, but there was nobody there. Still gives me chills thinking about it. © justheway / Reddit

• I was maybe 10 years old when my grandma died. I didn’t really know her because she had spent most of my young life in a nursing home and often didn’t remember who I was when I went to visit. But when I did visit, she would always rub my back. It was like an instinctual comfort thing—she did it to all her kids and grandkids. For about a year after she died, I would be sitting alone in my room at night and start to feel someone rubbing my back, like she used to. It freaked me out until one night, when I acknowledged it and said, ’Thank you, Grandma.’ It stopped after that, and I never felt it again. © sillybanana2012 / Reddit

• My now former wife and I were caretaking a house. We had been there for several weeks and we both noticed that we always had that feeling coming up the stairs from the cellar that something was going to grab you as soon as you turned the light switch off. Everything else about the house was normal. We slept with an analog windup alarm clock next to the bed, the kind that actually ticks.
  One night, the alarm clock went off at like two in the morning. Oldschool ringing bells. Both my former wife and I woke up absolutely terrified. I saw a small figure maybe 2 feet tall run out of the room. I thought I must’ve been crazy until my former wife screamed “Did you just see that thing?” we both described it as some sort of small gremlin. When we looked at the alarm clock, we saw that the alarm hand had been moved from 6 am to 2 am. That’s the whole story. Have no explanation for it. Nothing else ever happened there but the cellar feeling persisted. © theferalforager / Reddit

• When I was 10, I got into a motorcycle accident. I wasn’t driving it—I was walking home from school when a motorcycle hit me going full speed. I did see the motorcycle coming, but I froze up and couldn’t move. When it hit me, I flew pretty far and remember someone catching me when I fell. When I got up and looked around, I didn’t see anyone, and witnesses told the cops I flew at least 6 feet and fell headfirst on the ground. My head was fine; I just had a broken collarbone. Thankfully, my parents believed me when I told them. © SafeBasil9454 / Reddit

Some moments in life are so chilling that they leave a mark we can’t erase. No matter how hard we try to forget, the cold, uneasy feeling stays with us, like a shadow that lingers. These memories remind us of fear, pain, or sadness, making it hard to let go, even when we want to.