Ever had something happen that just stuck with you? We all have those unforgettable tales we can’t seem to shake off. From amusing and uplifting to shocking and heartbreaking, the following stories made our jaws DROP.
1. It Rubbed Them The Wrong Way
Once in my second-grade year, we had to take a mandatory state test. This meant a whole day of sitting quietly, not uttering a word and just filling in those tiny bubbles on the answer sheet.
A boy who was sitting opposite me, whom I had never heard speaking throughout the year—and mind you, this incident happened at the end of the year—rose from his desk right in the middle of the test. Breaking the silence, he basically yelled, "Has anyone seen Aladdin?"
I responded, "Do you mean the film?" His response floored me, "What film?" His tone was one of genuine curiosity. After asking this question, he simply sat back down and returned to his test as if nothing out of the ordinary had taken place. Everyone, the teacher included, was left bewildered.
None of us spoke another word after that. Up till now, it's the most peculiar incident I've ever witnessed.
2. It Disappeared In A Flash
THE MYSTERIOUS CAMERA! When I was a kid, I lived in a townhouse that bordered a forested spot within a huge drainage area. On one occasion, my buddies and I were hanging out when we witnessed something super peculiar.
Picture this: we're standing outside, and suddenly we spot a tiny red light blinking between the trees—very much like a camera. I convinced them we were just hallucinating because I'd have surely seen that before. However, it was too late and too dark to check it out.
The next day, the light was gone and I sort of brushed it off. Life went on: I graduated, went off to college, and came back for a visit. By this time, a friend of my parents was staying at our place as it was vacant. We were outside one evening when he asked me if I'd seen the curious light in the woods.
So, the next morning, we decided to investigate. But there was nothing there in the broad daylight. No camera, no mysterious red light in the night. Fast forward three years, and a strange revelation came to light. Apparently, one of our neighbors had taken to spying on his wife.
She wasn't unfaithful, but he'd developed this odd obsession with snooping and eventually started spying on the rest of the neighbors and even his workmates through secret recordings. The reason for the disappearing camera was that he had rigged a pulley system from a tree to his window.
It was made of clear fishing wire, which explained why no one had noticed it before. This way, when he saw someone pointing towards his camera on the live feed, he could easily retract it. His secret was finally exposed when the pulley system malfunctioned and the camera dropped, crashing into a neighbor's car windshield.
The authorities were never called in. But let's just say, everyone was a bit more careful after that discovery.
3. He Was Shockingly Amped Up About It
My high school life began with an electrifying start—literally. My first day saw me in an introductory jazz band class given my not-so-stellar skills at the bass guitar. When a fellow band member, an electric guitarist, requested I hold his instrument while he fetched some sheet music, I found myself clutching two guitars—mine in the left hand and his in the right.
We were holed up in a super old building, constructed back in the 60s. It bore the scars of age, including dodgy wiring. That's when things went south, and fast. A peculiar sensation shot through my arms and chest, causing visible tremors within them.
As my senses screamed to drop the guitars, an opposite reflex caused my hands to clutch harder, a result of the electric charge making my arm muscles react simultaneously. A loud, amplified version of my own surprised shout resonated from the amps. To the others, it was just feedback.
Then, everything went black. Images of popping blue lights flooded my memory before I came to on the floor, my face smeared in blood and ear filled with it. The spectacle they witnessed was of me vibrating violently and collapsing onto my amplifier and the floor.
My band director, despite his ripe old age, sprang into motion immediately, deductively unplugging the amp, which certainly saved my life. Recovery saw me attempting to sit up, fearing some damage to my inner ear, given the blood-streaked state I woke up to.
It turned out I had just grazed my face against the amplifier knobs whilst falling. My teacher insisted on my staying prone until medical help arrived while all my classmates and sister, who happened to be in the same class, gawked, white-faced at me.
The nurse had me in a chair, pressing a towel against my face while my mom arrived in a flurry. Immediate maternal instincts had her beating the ambulance, and she even insisted on driving me to the hospital herself. Apart from a few stitches to my face and some tests, I was miraculously okay.
The biggest disappointment of it all? I didn't acquire any superpowers! The band sent over a slightly humorous get-well card teeming with puns about the SHOCKING incident. Surprisingly, both guitars survived the incident without as much as a scratch.
4. Good Thing They Gave A Dam
One weekend night, my buddies and I were wandering around the university grounds, having had a bit too much to drink. As we strolled by the campus's hydroelectric dam, we heard a muffled cry. We shrugged it off, assuming it was just someone playing around after having a few too many drinks, and continued our journey.
About a quarter-mile later, we heard it again. Spooked, we turned back to check it out, but there wasn't anything to see. We then decided to return to the dam. To our shock, we found a woman on the other side of the barbed-wire fence, which was there to stop people from getting onto the dam.
She looked high on something and seemed clueless about her location. She was frantically pointing towards the other side of the dam, insisting that a man was coming to get her. Yet the dam didn't extend across the entire river, and we were half-expecting some figure to suddenly appear and snatch her. But of course, there was no man.
Nevertheless, in her panic, she decided she was going to evade this non-existing man by taking a leap off the dam. As soon as the authorities arrived, they vaulted over the fence to save her, just as she was about to fall off. It was like something straight out of a Hollywood action flick—she was literally halfway over the edge, precariously hanging on.
We later found out someone had tossed her over the fence and left her alone there. It's a harsh wake-up call when you witness someone almost losing their life.
5. Old Friends
About three to four years ago, I was living in a bustling European city with a population of nearly two million. One night, I found myself in a pub with a girl. Since all the seating areas were occupied, we had no other option but to perch ourselves at the bar.
An older gentleman, around his 50s I would guess, with whitish hair and a cigar between his fingers was seated next to me. His mannerisms and appearance reminded me eerily of my uncle.
Just a little context—my uncle had been residing in the US for nearly a quarter of a century and bore no physical resemblance to this man at the bar, nor did their personalities align. It was this strange combination of familiar gestures and a slight resemblance to a distant relative that intrigued me.
So, when my companion stepped away to use the restroom, my curiosity got the best of me. I engaged in a conversation with this mystery man, mentioned how he reminded me of my uncle, and he responded with a playful query, "What's his name?"
As I shared my uncle's name, and added that he lived in the US and worked in a specific field, the man's face registered clear surprise. To my utter disbelief, he went on to list the names of my entire family. It turned out that he was my uncle's flatmate about 30 years ago for a brief period of six months.
Without a doubt, that's among the strangest tales to recount from my pub adventures.
6. Maybe She Was Jet Lagging
During a flight, I found myself sitting next to a woman who seemed to be enjoying her lunch just like me. But I soon noticed something odd. Gradually, her movements became slower—she was cutting her food at a slower pace, chewing less quickly, and eventually, she just stopped.
She remained still, frozen mid-action with her utensils still in hand and uncut food left on her plate. Curiosity and concern led me to nudge her gently and ask if she was okay. There was no response. It was hard for me to determine if she was still with us or if it was just a trick of the plane's air conditioning.
To avoid causing widespread panic—after all, who wants to react dramatically to a potentially deceased person—I quietly caught the eye of a flight attendant and gestured towards the woman. Soon, five flight attendants, including the co-pilot, were surrounding us, trying to rouse a response from her.
After a few tense moments, the woman woke up. In a matter-of-fact manner, she shared, "I took very potent sleeping pills," and proceeded to fall back asleep in her previous position. Her words had an air of routine about them, as though she had been through this before and had prepared that one sentence in advance.
So, for the remaining 6-7 hours of the flight, I sat next to this woman. Her arms remained rigid, as if she was still holding the utensils that had been long removed, and traces of drool were visible on her table. Every passerby gave me quizzical looks. It was indeed the most memorable flight experience I've ever had.
7. Silencio
Just a little while back, I was taking a trip to Los Angeles. Although I originally come from Spain, I speak English really well. At one point, I was in the heart of the city, walking around, and I needed some assistance figuring out how to get to a certain location. Hoping for help, I asked a man walking by if he knew how to get to the address.
Shaking his head, he told me, "No hablo inglés," a Spanish phrase that translates to "I don't speak English". Now, being Spanish myself, I could understand him perfectly so I went ahead and asked him the same question, but this time in Spanish.
To my surprise, he responds in perfect English, saying, "Dude, I just really don't feel like talking to anyone right now. Please go away".
8. Good Thing He Wasn’t A Cyclepath
I grew up in this quaint little countryside town. At the age of seven, one sunny day, our parents let my elder sister and I bike around three and a half miles to town. We were off to grab lunch at our only local eating joint, which by the way my mom's cousin owned.
Initially, I didn't realize how tedious this biking journey would turn out to be. So, there I was, all exhausted, cranky and sulky due to the heat and long ride. To top it all I scorched my tongue with my sizzling burger and then my tantrums commenced. I stomped my foot down, declining to ride my bike back home.
A guy, just a random person from the crowd, overhead our sisterly dispute and proposed to give me a ride back home. He assured that he could easily accommodate my bike in the back of his pickup truck and that there wouldn’t be any trouble.
Somehow, this shady offer convinced my sister—a part of her was probably fed up with my grumbles and the thought of calling our parents for a pickup seemed troublesome to her. Anyway, she was just a ten-year-old at the time, lacking proper judgment.
Whilst we were driving back home, I made a chilling realization: I had neither mentioned my name nor my home address to the gentleman. Nevertheless, he knew them both. Like he knew my name and he dropped me exactly at my residence.
He even helped me park my bike in our garage, then he proceeded towards my grandparents' house situated few blocks away. That’s when we learnt that he was none other than my grandpa's sibling (one among a brood of twelve). The intriguing part was, he recognized me because I was almost a replica of how my mom looked at my age.
9. It Caused Some Minor Confusion
When I was just a kid, the city decided to release a bunch of inmates all at the same time, right in my hometown. This unsettling news prompted my mum to educate her rather intelligent three-year-old about the horrors of predators, describing them as harmful villains who wish ill on innocent children.
Fast forward a few weeks, and there I was, lost in a sprawling shopping center. In a fit of panic, my folks began searching everywhere, soon alarmed by the sound of me hollering about "predators". They dashed over to find a terrified elderly lady who had simply asked if I was misplaced. Evidently, she was totally taken aback.
It's been over two decades since, but that story still finds its way into familial gatherings.
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10. The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
This is the recounting of one extremely inconvenient day in my life. It wasn't the worst day, mind you, but it was FULL of nuisances, inconveniences, and overall just a terrible time. To start with, my day began with a frantic call from a friend begging me to drive him and his pup to the airport (I agreed because, let's be honest, I'm too nice for my own good).
During the drive, a rogue paving stone dislodged from a truck ahead of me, causing a significant dent in my transmission. My car was a lost cause. Not defeated, I called upon another pal of mine to pick myself, Friend #1 and the dog, whisk us to the airport, then drop me at my folks' home for an alternate vehicle.
Upon rendezvousing with Friend #2, we eventually made it to the airport a tad late. But it got even worse. At the dog drop-off point, it turned out the crate Friend #1 brought was too small. No airline was going to let this dog travel in that cramped space.
Resigned, I agreed to care for my friend’s dog while he was away. After this debacle, Friend #2, the dog, and I embarked on a significant detour to my parents’ place to get another car. However, upon arrival, we discovered the replacement vehicle’s battery was a dud. Replacing it ate up a good two hours of my time.
By now, night had fallen, and my entire day had been eaten up. With the backup car finally road-worthy, I began the trek home alongside Friend #1’s dog. En route, a pedestrian dashed haphazardly into the freeway, leading to my swerving and inadvertently colliding with her. Frantically, I pulled over and ran over to her to ensure she was unharmed.
Miraculously, she escaped with just a bump from my side mirror. She seemed excessively disoriented and tearful and appeared to be rather tipsy. Despite her condition, I offered her a ride home, still wearing my good Samaritan hat.
While we made our way towards her trailer park home, she remained on her phone, lamenting to her boyfriend about her ordeal without realizing I was her accidental "assailant". Upon arrival at the trailer park, the dog somehow managed to unlatch the car door and bolt.
Without a second thought for my safety, I gave chase, despite the dog not being mine to lose. Twenty minutes into this wild goose chase, it dawned upon me that I'd left a seemingly unstable stranger alone in my parents’ vehicle with the keys in the ignition. I sprinted back in panic but fortunately found her waiting.
I hastily explained I needed to catch my friend's dog. Her sarcastic response was the final straw: “I'm sorry I ruined your day". Exhausted and pushed to my limits, I sternly asked her to vacate my car. After what felt like an eternity of chasing through the trailer park in the dark, I successfully retrieved the dog.
Finally home, I decided the best way to cap off this horrendous day was with a quiet nightcap, hoping to erase the memory of it completely.
11. A Heartwarming Memory
In the sixth grade, I experienced a massive growth spurt. Sadly, this meant that most of my clothes no longer fit. To make matters worse, my family was financially unable to buy me new ones. This became a real problem when winter rolled around because the only jacket I owned, which barely fit me, was too thin to provide any warmth.
However, with my lack of warm clothing, my teacher took notice. One morning, I arrived in the classroom to find a large, snug winter coat hanging on the back of my chair. But that wasn't all. Laid out on my desk, there was also a copy of a Chicken Soup for the Soul book. Looking back on this act of kindness after nearly two decades still brings a tear to my eye.
So, here's a message to my teacher, Ms Robertson. If you're reading this, let me just say—thank you. Know that I never forgot your kindness.
12. They Couldn’t Establish An Auto-Motive
By mistake, I drove off in a stranger's car one day after work. At the time, I was juggling two jobs and was hardly getting any sleep. I finished my shift, walked out to the parking lot, hopped into the car, and headed home.
It wasn't until I noticed my AUX cord was missing, then spotted unfamiliar items—like a child's car seat—that I realized I was in the wrong car. Despite being just 18 and childless, I quickly turned around and raced back to my workplace, hoping to return the car before its rightful owner even noticed it was gone. Unfortunately, I was too late.
The authorities were already there and I was promptly questioned by the officers. The car's owner eventually agreed to drop the charges on three conditions:
1) I had to prove my keys could unlock and start her car. Then I pointed out my own car, which was an identical make, model, and year.
2) A co-worker confirmed to the authorities that the owner had parked in my usual spot that day.
3) After reviewing the security cameras for my last nine shifts, it was clear that I normally parked in that very spot on seven out of those nine days, and nearby on the remaining two days.
13. Error: Cannot Get Mail
One late morning, I set out to check the mailbox, eagerly waiting for an essential delivery. My mailbox sits about half a mile away from my home and en route, there's a bus stop I usually cross. As I walked along in the heat of the day, feeling a tad tired, I noticed a bus pull up to the stop.
I didn't pay much heed since I wasn't intending to take the bus—my destination was just the mailbox. But then, something peculiar happened. The bus remained sat there, almost as if it was eagerly waiting for me.
I found myself standing before two choices—should I just stroll past the bus, ignoring this situation altogether, or should I politely tell the driver that I was just checking the mail? But, guess what? I ended up stepping onto the bus, which turned out to be a huge mistake.
I actually missed my intended stop and guess where the next stop was? An entirely different town. Moreover, you can only catch this bus once an hour. So, that’s the story of how I found myself sipping drinks in a Walmart parking lot at noon, without ever reaching my mailbox.
14. Guess It Was A Grey Area
Late one evening, I spotted about five or six cats trotting towards my neighbor's backyard. I knew each one of them since they all belonged to different households in the neighborhood.
There was the moody cat owned by the elderly lady residing two buildings away, another from across the block, and even one that seemed like a stray. Amidst them was a tiny figure who seemed awfully familiar. It was my new little black and white kitten.
What struck me as odd was the exclusivity of the group, comprised only of black and white felines. Despite the diversity of colored cats in our vicinity, none of them were present. This unusual instance has me puzzled to this day.
Could it have been a meet-and-greet, a clan meeting, or some sort of initiation rite for cats? Does anyone else have experiences with similar feline behavior?
Дмитрий Рощупкин, Pexels15. A “Special” Moment
This is a sweet, funny story about my better half. Just for some background information, my hubby is an Ivy League graduate, so he's typically pretty bright. We have a system where we take turns choosing TV series to binge.
One day, I told him I wanted to watch Law and Order: Special Victims Unit (SVU) next. His reaction shocked me. He said, "Hmmm, I'm not sure about that, it's not really my cup of tea". I argued back, "Are you kidding? You're a fan of these kinds of shows! Let’s watch it, I’m really into it and it's among my all-time favorite shows!"
Although he responded with surprise, "Really? I've only watched one episode and found it odd". After some persuasion, he gave in and we started our binge of SVU. After watching some episodes, he confessed that he actually found it interesting and it didn't match his initial preconceptions.
We go through several seasons until we reach an episode that unfolded like this (I'm paraphrasing):
A Woman: "I need to report a crime. My daughter’s a victim and she’s pregnant!”
Detective Stabler: “How old is your daughter?”
Woman: “She's 22”.
Stabler: “Well, your daughter is an adult, and she can make her own report”.
Woman: “Why not come and meet her?”
Then, my husband announces, “So...This is the only episode I’ve watched before".
Detective Stabler engages with the woman's daughter, who has her gaze fixed downward, with her hair obscuring her face. "I'm Detective Stabler," he introduces himself. The girl lifts her head... She has Down syndrome. At this moment, my husband hits pause.
He confessed with a look of realization, "This is the only episode I've watched...And since the show is known as Special Victims Unit...” I burst out laughing so hard, I almost wet myself. He genuinely believed the entire series of Law and Order was dedicated to resolving crimes against individuals with disabilities.
I adore him, but boy, he can be silly sometimes.
16. It’s Enough To Make You Sick To Your Stomach
I want to share my medical roller coaster that began, can you believe it, about eighteen months ago. This saga of mine is no secret to those close to me, but chatting with them about it is both weird and difficult since they remember the details better than me, plus it was a challenging time for them, too.
One day, I woke up, it was the 1st of May in 2017, and I was in absolute agony. I got sick a few times, which made me think I must've eaten something bad. The sickness passed after a few hours, but the pain just got worse. It felt like it was taking over my whole abdomen, especially on the upper right side.
After some persuasion, my boyfriend at the time (who’s now my fiancé) talked me into going to urgent care. The doctors were stumped and could only guess that it might be something to do with my gallbladder.
They recommended an ultrasound, handed me some tramadol for the pain, and sent me on my way, but couldn't squeeze me in for the ultrasound until 8 am the following morning.
So the next morning, still in tremendous pain and barely walking, I dragged myself in for the ultrasound. Typically, the ultrasound tech isn't supposed to disclose anything, but she told me to "expect a call soon". Sure enough, by 11 am I received a call telling me to rush to the ER because I was internally bleeding.
In the ER, they quickly took a CT scan and found more than ten tumors on my liver, including two that were approximately 2 inches wide. They also discovered one that was about 4 inches wide and had ruptured.
That landed me a 15-day stay in the hospital in excruciating pain, surviving on a high dosage of Dilaudid (since I discovered the hard way I was severely allergic to morphine). Multiple surgeons and doctors visited me, and I had many scans, a biopsy, and so on.
It turns out I had hepatic adenomas, likely caused by contraceptive use. But it took ages to reach that diagnosis because: 1) they're incredibly rare, affecting only 0.004% of women using contraceptives, and 2) those women usually only have one that's at the most the size of a quarter.
I underwent a liver resection, where half my liver and the large bleeding tumor, which had grown to nearly 6 inches during my hospital stay, were removed. This surgery resulted in a fancy 13-inch scar across my abdomen and an additional eight-day hospital stay.
Recovery was slow; it took me a month to be able to get up unassisted and do light movements for more than an hour, and a solid six months to achieve a semblance of normalcy. I underwent two embolizations in September and October 2017, aiming to eradicate the two 2-inch tumors. But the nightmare wasn't over yet.
Fast forward, I experienced more pain and discovered a new batch of tumors. This led to another embolization in August 2018 to attempt to remove these as well. It's just maddening, and the constant pity from my family, treating me as if I may shatter at any moment, doesn't help, especially when I used to be seen as the "strongest" among us "kids" (including me, my siblings, and cousins).
I'm tired of being labeled as the "sick one" and honestly, more irritated about the new tumors than scared. It becomes challenging to explain my situation sometimes—a life riddled with frustration. Just when I think things are looking up, another obstacle related to the tumors emerges. I yearn to progress past this chapter of my life.
So, thanks for providing me with a listening ear.
17. It Was A Real Field Trip
Around midnight, my two friends and I, who were in high school at the time, decided to make our usual trip to a secluded park parking lot to hang out and do weed in the car. This was a spot we frequented, and we rarely had any issues since it provided a good amount of privacy.
However, on this particular night, as we drove into the parking lot, we noticed an unusual sight. There were close to 30 individuals scattered around the lot, each one seemingly absorbed in their own world, trekking across the lot towards the adjacent dark field.
This group was surprisingly diverse—it included various types of people, from a construction worker to children and even a traditional-looking grandmother. What was even more striking was that as we entered the lot and our car's headlights swept across the individuals, no one turned to acknowledge us.
Instead, they all continued their singular focus towards the dark field, their eyes unflinching and unbroken from their destination.
18. Bet Choo Didn’t See That Coming
At the age of 19, I found myself lost in Barcelona. I was trying to navigate my way back to the train station and decided to haphazardly use my limited Spanish to ask a few people for directions, but noone could help me. The third person I approached appeared to be attempting to understand my broken Spanish.
I got desperate enough to resort to miming a train, complete with "chka-chka-chka-chka-WOO-WOO" sound effects, right in the heart of the street. With a wide smile, he responded in flawless English, "Oh, so you're looking for the metro station".
19. Bagging A Thief
So, I had a job that was paid in cash and I was let go. They handed over my last salary for a month in cash as my farewell package. I felt stunned and since I didn't have access to the internet back then (those were the pre-iPhone days), I decided to go to a nearby internet cafe in the city to inform my friends and family about my sudden unemployment.
While I was sending the messages, I spotted someone sneakily crouching near my chair from the corner of my eye. I want to believe that the shock from losing my job made it take a while for me to process what was happening. Glancing down, I realized my backpack was gone.
I turned quickly and saw a man rapidly heading up the stairs towards the main floor and the exit. Without thinking, I ran after him. Reaching the top of the stairs, I spotted him exiting the building. A sudden fear seized me, that he might hand over my bag to somebody else. But, luckily, I was able to catch up with him.
Without thinking of the possible danger, I boldly grabbed him and started yelling. Luckily, he wasn't armed which was a stroke of good fortune for me. Without uttering a word, he handed over my bag and sauntered away. My adrenaline levels were through the roof.
I stood there shaking for a while before gathering myself and heading back inside to complete my task. Upon returning, I quickly checked to ensure my belongings like my digital camera were still in the bag because I knew thieves sometimes swipe what they can initially, on the off chance they're caught.
To my relief, everything was intact, including the envelope which had my severance package. Until then, I had completely forgotten about it. Carrying a large sum of cash (about $2,000) was a rarity for me, but it just so happened that the day I had that amount on me was also the day I was almost robbed.
20. Mission Impossible
During our deployment in Iraq, we were given numerous assignments. One chilling evening, the local Iraqi officers rushed to us, scared out of their wits. Their claim? A gigantic, hairy creature was attacking and consuming their ranks. Their request? To find and capture this beast.
So, we suited up and spent six grueling hours patrolling the southern reaches of Fallujah. Once the patrol had wrapped up, it was revealed to us that our target was essentially the Iraqi version of Bigfoot. And there we found ourselves, on an unexpected expedition: chasing an Iraqi Bigfoot.
21. A Developing Situation
My manager and I actually graduated from the same school, and he's now in his last year. Funny enough, he once told me a story about how he unexpectedly got himself tied up in a bomb scare. You see, he and his friends often liked to kick around a football on the school field during off-hours.
On one of these occasions, a group had been taking photos on the field and in their haste, forgotten their camera case behind. In a genuine attempt to do a good deed, my boss decided to pick up the case and leave it at the main entryway for the photographers to collect later on.
When he happened to be back in school, he was waiting for the first bell in the cafeteria when he was diverted by the staff. It turns out they mistook the forgotten camera case for an explosive, which was definitely not the case.
22. Pasta La Vista
My family was big on road trips back in the day. On every major holiday, we braced ourselves for a 14-hour long drive to visit relatives. Midway, we'd stop by this fantastic Italian restaurant which served delicious food. The only problem was, the food portions were far too gigantic for us to finish. As a result, we always ended up with leftovers.
One such time, on the way back, my sister felt her stomach rumble. Now, for reasons unknown or forgotten, she wasn’t in her pants at that moment. However, her hunger got the better of her, and she dove into the leftover food. In doing so, she ended up flipping the entire container of unused pasta onto her underwear.
The lack of cleaning supplies in the car led to a ruckus as couldn't figure out a way to deal with the spaghetti mess. Without much thought, my sister chose to clean up the mess using her pasta-covered underwear. Still, that didn’t make things any better. Wondering what to do next with this spaghetti-filled underwear, we decided to throw it out of the window. BIG MISTAKE.
As luck would have it, the underwear hit a nearby car, splattering their windshield with pieces of pasta. Honestly, I kind of miss the road trips. But I think I'm good now.
23. That Must Have Drove Him Crazy
This is a story about a mix-up my grandfather had. One day, he went shopping at the local grocery store. After finishing, he walked out to his car, unlocked it, started the engine, and pulled out of the parking spot.
However, as he started driving, he noticed something odd—his box of Cheez-Its wasn't in the passenger seat, and the car's smell and interior seemed different. It didn't take him long to figure out that he was in the wrong car.
He quickly drove the car back into the lot and spotted his vehicle just two spots away from where he'd picked up the mistaken one. His car was nearly identical to the one he had driven, except for a few minor differences. Intrigued by this bizarre turn of events, he decided to wait for the owner of the misidentified car to come out of the store.
Once the actual owner arrived, my grandfather approached him and confessed, "Hey, I accidentally took a ride in your car!" Eager to prove his point, he tried to unlock and start the stranger's car with his own key. To his surprise, it didn't work. The guy just gave my grandfather a bewildered look, as if he had lost his mind. And that's the story.
24. It Was Eye-Catching
One day, at the age of eight, I was playfully darting through the woods. Out of the blue, something abruptly stopped me; I wasn't sure what it was, but it wasn't painful. I yelled out for my dad, and when he arrived, he took a sharp intake of breath and cautioned me not to stir.
He then set about extracting a fishing hook that had lodged itself in my skin, perilously close to my eye. Had it been a mere millimeter to the left, I would've ended up one-eyed for the remainder of my life.
25. And Bob’s Your Uncle…
I'm 26 and I was adopted as a child. Apart from a half-brother I reconnected with last year (we're Facebook friends now), I don't have any connections with my birth family.
A year and a half ago, I had a job delivering pizzas for about six months. There was this guy I met there, around his 50s, I'd say. We hit it off. He was driving pizzas around just to keep busy after retirement. I left the job after six months, but I came back recently, and surprises of surprises, he was still there.
About a week ago, my brother tagged me and my coworker in a Facebook post. A little later, purely out of curiosity, I asked my coworker how he knew my brother. After some initial confusion (my brother and his father share the same name, so my coworker thought I was asking about my brother's dad), we figured out he's actually related to me—he's my former uncle by marriage.
Turns out, he was married to my biological mother's sister for a good 20 years until they divorced a few years back. He even used to babysit me when I was an infant; he's given me photos of my brother and biological mom that he had.
Right now, he's in the process of finding some baby pictures of me. I've got none from before I was adopted, so my adoptive parents will be thrilled to bits if he manages to find them.
26. A Good Bad Guy
On one occasion, I experienced a robbery while riding a public bus. The guy appeared friendly, even as he threatened me with his pistol. Unusually, he only demanded the cash in my wallet and carried on conversing almost casually after I handed it over, as if we were just ordinary passengers striking up a conversation.
Inevitably, he mustered up the audacity to request my cellphone. I objected, insisting, “Not the phone, please. I need it". He surprisingly conceded and dismissed my concerns saying, “Alright, it's no problem. Relax, we're cool”. Given the circumstances, I would rate the experience a 10 out of 10.
Would go through the same experience again with him.
27. The Safe House
My tale involves a time when my father instructed me to unlock our safe, get his pistol ready, and position myself by the main door, letting only him in. This happened quite early one morning when I was informed that my cousin had been hit by her boyfriend, who was involved in a gang.
To escape the situation, she took her children and made a mile long dash to our house, located just a few turns away. True to form, her boyfriend reacted negatively to this. He and some mates set off to find her in the general vicinity where he knew we lived.
He wasn't sure of our exact location, so they ended up driving aimlessly around the neighborhood a couple of times without spotting anyone. Around an hour later, they called it quits. A little while after they left, a couple of officers showed up. They arrived about half an hour later, and luckily, my father made it home just ten minutes prior.
They briefed my dad on the necessary steps if the boyfriend arrived. Additionally, they took some notes and gathered information about the situation. However, before leaving, the officer assured us we were within our rights to safeguard our home if the boyfriend tried to force his way inside.
As a result of the day's events, I had to ditch school.
28. He Was Lovin’ It
On one occasion, I managed to buy drinks with a fake McLovin ID card from the film Superbad. At that time, I was 20 years old, living in the USA, and underage. During a work-related trip while waiting for my plane, it struck me to have dinner at a restaurant in the airport.
On asking what I wanted to drink, I asked for the options on tap, just for fun. I chose a Corona, but the waitress asked to see my ID. I gave her the McLovin ID card (the best $4 I ever invested). She glanced at it, broke into a smile and acknowledged, "Alright," and returned with my drink.
The icing on the cake was when she reappeared a few minutes later with an additional drink, which she gifted me, claiming she accidentally poured extra. This incident stands as the highlight of my otherwise humdrum and lackluster life. Cheers to Fogel!
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29. She Had Plenty Of Extra
This is a story I fondly recall from my high school years. While I was in my AP English class, we were silently reading. I was whiling away the time by munching through a large packet of gum, making tiny spikes from the foil wrappers with my fingertips, and passing them to the rebel youth who sat behind me; I really couldn't tell you why.
Eventually, I handed him enough to cover all his fingers with the foil spikes. With all ten fingers adorned, he unexpectedly sprang up from his chair. He wiggled his extravagant tinfoil-clad hands in the air, crying out, "The revolution is upon us!" before darting out of the classroom. He reentered about 30 minutes later.
Our teacher simply glanced at him and asked, “Enjoy your little break, Diego?” He gave a nod of approval and resumed his former seat.
30. Asleep At The Switch
Once upon a time, I was sitting in a science class in high school. The previous day, I'd been so overwhelmingly tired that I drifted off and got an earful from the teacher, which left me feeling mortified. So, that day I was determined to stay alert, no matter what.
Our teacher had been droning on for quite some time, and eventually, I gathered the courage to respond to a question. I decided I would answer any question, regardless of whether it was right or wrong, just in the hope that it would snap me back into alertness.
The teacher asked something really basic, like, “Where do electrons originate from?” To that, my sleep-deprived brain managed to spit out an answer. I still have no clue why I said what I did, but I almost shouted at the top of my lungs, “TRAINS!” This certainly did the trick of waking me up, but I was absolutely mortified.
The class went silent. Everybody stayed quiet, and the teacher simply re-asked the question. I was bewildered and had no idea what had just transpired. I began to wonder if I had dozed off and then woken up from a very short dream. Later, in a different class, I asked a classmate from the science class if he had heard someone yell out "trains".
“Yeah...What was that?” he inquired. I then explained the situation, leaving both of us utterly baffled. In retrospect, I wish I’d blurted out something a bit more intellectual.
31. Just Imagine
My father attended the same high school as John Lennon, and he was a few years older than John. Dad had a talent for drumming and music in general. So, one day, John asked if he would be interested in being the drummer for a new band he was putting together.
Dad was excited about the idea, but my grandmother insisted that he focus on his studies, so he didn't join. The band was eventually created and they named it The Quarrymen. It seems like a guy named Colin took my dad's place as the drummer.
However, my understanding is that he was later replaced, first by Pete Best and then by Ringo Starr as the band evolved into The Silver Beatles, and finally, The Beatles. I often entertain the idea that in a parallel reality, my dad accepted John's offer, and thus altered history.
Honestly, the notion that I might not have been born if this had been the case doesn't bother me—I firmly believe my father deserved such an exceptional opportunity during his life.
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32. He Was Acting Really Shady
Not too long ago, I had a creepy experience. After work one day, I drove to a nearby empty lot to relax a bit before heading home. This lot, being just three minutes away from my house, was usually deserted at night. So, I parked facing towards the building and switched off my car.
As I reached for my things, another car pulled into the lot. I spared it a glance but carried on with what I was doing. The car drove past mine before coming to a halt about 25 feet in front of me. A man climbed out, and the car drove off, leaving the guy to walk towards the building, which was shut tight.
All I could see was the man's shadow—an ominous silhouette directly across from me. Despite trying to focus on my own activities, I found my gaze continually drawn to the man's shadow. It was standing stock still and, in my perspective, seemed to be intently watching me.
Annoyed and a bit unnerved, I took a break from packing my pipe and simply stared back at the shadow. I remained transfixed for another 10 seconds or so, staring at the shadow. Then I noticed something weird. The man's arms and torso, or rather, his shadow's, started moving in strange, twisted patterns.
The unease I was already feeling intensified, but I couldn't tear my gaze away from the eerily behaving shadow. Finally snapping out of my stupor, I hastily stopped what I was doing and leapt into action. I never took my eyes off the disconcertingly moving shadow as I started my car, backed out of the lot, and drove away as fast as I could.
It was truly one of the most unsettling experiences I've ever had.
33. He Probably Also Lyfts
One day, during my final year of college, I found myself running late for a class. I used to rely heavily on Uber back then. It was quite the adventure to cross paths with individuals from all walks of life. I distinctly remember this one driver who was an exceptional conversationalist.
He was on the older side, somewhere in his late eighties, but that hardly struck me as extraordinary at the time. He brought up his army service during our chat, so I politely asked when he had served. He glanced at me via the rear-view mirror before casually dropping, "WWII".
I was, for lack of a better term, gobsmacked. I couldn't believe I had the privilege of sharing an Uber ride with a WWII veteran. He immediately mentioned he was going to turn 90 years old that year (Our encounter took place in 2016, meaning he was born in 1926). Before the Air Force was formally established, he served in the Army Air Forces.
By the time he completed his training, the world conflict was easing up, and he ended up never seeing active combat. He admitted to me that it took him a while to make peace with it. During the ride, he gifted me with several pieces of sage life advice.
Unsurprisingly, he led a fascinating life—once an attorney, now retired. Despite an already lengthy drive, held up by heavy traffic, I found myself wishing our journey had lasted longer. I hope wherever he is now, he's doing well. Without a doubt, he was the most remarkable Uber driver I've ever been lucky enough to ride with.
And a special note on his handshake—it was notably firm, out-strengthening even my own, which I'm often complimented on. You can tell a lot about a person from their handshake, and his was powerfully gripping.
34. It Rattled Her Bones
I've been wanting to share this tale for a while. Picture this: Saudi Arabia. In the car with my parents, travelling from our little coastal city to a much larger one roughly ninety minutes away. Visualize the barren desert. Now, picture a road slicing through it with a divider in the middle. That's pretty much all you see on long Saudi Arabian journeys.
There's nothing but desert as far as the eye can see. Cruising along, it was time for prayers. We pulled over next to the arid expanse, spread out our prayer rugs, and started praying. This is a common sight over there; you often see families and individuals stopping to pray by the wayside.
The country's home to about 10 million mosques, but if you don't want the annoyance of having to pull off the road, enter the mosque, then leave, you simply stop by the road, pray, and carry on. So, we set down our prayer mats and prayed.
After I finished, I was waiting for my parents. Being a restless teenager, I grew impatient. Surrounded by nothing more than sand and sun, I spotted a deserted car a short distance across the desert, and decided it would be interesting to check it out while I waited.
It took around five minutes to trek over. Peering into the car proved to be a serious shocker—a skeleton was seated on the driving seat. Scared out of my wits, I ran back to my parents just as they were wrapping up the prayer mats.
My mom's reaction was something like, "Why on earth are you straying alone into the desert?" My dad just brushed it off saying, "You must've just dreamed it up," followed by a chuckle. Years later, when I narrated this incident to my relatives, my aunt simply dismissed it as a fabrication.
After all that, I'm still unsure whether what I encountered was real or not. The car wasn't so deep into the desert that it couldn't have been found over the many years it would've taken for a body to decay into a skeleton. How many years does it take to decay? I really don't know.
One thing's for sure though, my fear was real.
35. She Just Needed To Lash Out
Since I was a little girl, I've always had incredibly long natural eyelashes. People would always comment on them, whether it was at church, when we had visitors at our house, or anywhere else. One day, I was just five years old and was at the grocery store with my mom.
The cashier, like many others before her, noticed my eyelashes and started complimenting them with usual comments like, "Wow, her eyelashes are exceptionally long. They look amazing, so beautiful!" Having heard this so many times, I'd reached my limit for the day. My reaction was a little deranged.
Once back home, angry little five-year-old me grabbed a pair of scissors and decided to give my eyelashes a trim. Honestly, I don't recall much of what happened after that, but according to my mom, she found me wailing because I had cut them unevenly. She couldn't help but chuckle at how absurd the situation was.
For that entire month, I attended kindergarten sporting oddly cut, uneven eyelashes.
36. Just Tune Out The Haters
This is why I never belt out tunes in public anymore. Back in my middle school days, I signed up for choir class, filled with a passion for song. But while we were preparing for a major show, the choir director called me over and suggested I just silently lip-sync the lyrics instead of truly singing. That stung deep.
I quit the course, shifted my focus to art class, and all I can say is, Mr Martin, you really upset me.
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37. The Elephant In The Room
As a youngster of five, I found great joy in exploring my parents' bedroom, and one morning, I stumbled upon an intriguing elephant mask. Without any hesitation, I decided to try it on and proudly show off to my mom. Her shocked expression has etched this memory into my mind.
She did manage a chuckle before she briskly removed the "mask" from my face. The actual function of it remained a mystery until I reached the age of 13.
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38. Guess He Had A Defensive Back
Alright, so growing up, "athletic" wasn't a word anyone would use to describe me. My roots are in rural Ireland, a place known for thick accents, a love of Guinness, and most significantly, an undying passion for football. But me? I was more of an indoor kid who preferred staying in than playing outside.
Football never appealed to me. However, in primary school, all the students were required to participate in a football game. Not knowing any of the rules, my strategy was simple—find a spot near the goal and enjoy the view of the game.
I became so engrossed in my daydreaming that I conveniently shut down the background noise and was completely oblivious to what was happening in the game. As the game neared its conclusion, I was growing weary and was practically dozing off. Out of nowhere, an unbearable pain engulfed my back.
I was so startled that I tripped and fell. I was confused about my predicament when suddenly my teammates rushed to me, cheering and exclaiming, "Way to go, [EGG]! Well done!" For a moment, I was perplexed, clueless about their celebration. Then it hit me.
Apparently, by standing aimlessly, I had served as an impediment to the opposition's decisive goal. Without even trying, I had contributed to our game.
39. Scantastic
In 1999, or thereabouts, when my folks got their hands on a scanner, my dad—who primarily speaks French—was keen to demonstrate its use. He picked up the nearest item, which happened to be a copy of a Captain Underpants book. He scanned it, then saved the file under the name "Général Underwear".
40. They Were Making Romantic Jesters
At that time, my other half (back when we were still dating) and I were en route to his house. His car was one of those cool old styles where the front was essentially one long bench. I'd slide over to sit cozily alongside him, nestled under his arm. I happened to look across the car, to the traffic on our right, and my jaw DROPPED.
I was shocked to see a bunch of clowns packed into a van. They were making kissing gestures and funny faces at us. The van was teeming with around three of them upfront. In no time, they zoomed off, their laughter resonating behind them.
41. A Lose-Lose Situation
For nearly three years, my relationship status with a girl fluctuated, it was on-again, off-again. We decided for the last time to call it quits during my birthday bash when she, totally tipsy, confessed to no longer being in love with me, choosing to make her career her top priority.
Matters took a turn for the worse when she decided to kiss my best friend right in front of me, resulting in immense hurt and anger towards her. Fast forward four weeks, tragedy struck and she was involved in a fatal road accident.
She was a journalist by profession, and sadly, a clueless truck driver hit her whilst she was on duty. This incident continues to heavily weigh on me.
42. It’s A Relative Struggle
My eldest sister shares a different father with me and our other sibling. Initially, I assumed that my parents had her before they were married, especially as she appeared in their wedding photos.
However, from nuggets of information I've gathered from relatives, it seems that she might have been conceived from an unwelcome intimate encounter, after which my mother chose to continue the pregnancy. My mother's only sibling, my aunt, questions this narrative.
She reasons that my mother, known for her narcissistic tendencies and storytelling flair for gaining attention, could have relayed this story to our grandfather to avoid being evicted from his house for conceiving a child before marriage.
Intrigued, I explored a site that tracks a person's courtroom history within my home state. I ran a search on my mother and discovered that she had indeed taken my elder sister's father to court for child support. From this, his identity was revealed, and the fact that he had passed in 2009.
Pursuing this further, I perused Facebook profiles of individuals with the same last name living in my vicinity. Interestingly, it seems that my sister has half-siblings whom she is not aware of. My sister was ignorant about her biological father's identity until her early thirties when she was resuming her education. As of now, I alone am privy to this revelation.
Our family isn't known for candid conversations, let alone engaging in discussions about these intricate matters. I am tempted to share this information with her, but acknowledge that it isn't my place to do so. My sister has faced numerous mental health issues in the past, and presently, she is in a state of mental well-being which she worked hard to achieve.
I don't want to risk upsetting her hard-earned mental peace. Hence, for the time being, I must shoulder this secret alone.
43. A Spicy Night Too Hot To Handle
I have a colleague who landed in the emergency room because of a bedroom incident with his partner. They attempted to explore a new realm of intimacy. Unfortunately, it coincided with the aftermath of her recent consumption of spicy jalapenos. A stray seed from the pepper found its way into a sensitive spot of his...
Needless to say, he was in great discomfort. This event became his unique standout story at work.
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44. Relative Strangers
I was born after my parents split up, and my dad decided to let go of his parental duties. I've never met or spoken to him before and only saw his face in a few photos. About two years back, I got a job at a healthcare center where I moved from one office to the other within the county, depending on who needed help.
On this particular day, I was scanning the doctor's schedule when I saw my dad's name. He was set to meet with the doc in the office right next to the one I was working. I thought it was unbelievable, but it was unlikely we'd bump into each other. When it was time for his appointment, he walked right into my office and told me he had an appointment with Dr X.
My heart pounded out of my chest because I recognized him the moment he walked through the door. I directed him to the office next door where Dr X was waiting and he left. After a while, I went over to the other office to deliver some fax documents. As I left, he was right behind me. I held the door open for him and he thanked me.
Believe it or not, that was the only time I ever interacted with my father in my 30 years on this earth.
45. They Were Of Two Minds About It
So, here's the thing—my brother and I are fraternal twins. We lost our stepmom to cancer when we were about 15. She had been a crucial part of our lives since we were just five years old, pretty much like a second mom. Now, let's fast-forward to our third year in college.
I was studying in a college located in upstate New York while my brother chose a university in Florida. One particular night, I woke up in a start, covered in sweat and with tears streaming down my face. I'd had this incredibly vivid dream—it felt so real. I was in a house, and there was my stepmom.
The strange part was, in the dream, I was aware that she was no longer with us, a first-time thing for me. She hugged me, told me what a handsome young man I'd grown into and reaffirmed her love for me. Waking up, soaked in perspiration, I could only think, "What was that all about?"
Shrugging off the experience, I kept it to myself and went along with my day. As I was heading back home from college, I got a call from my brother. He started off saying, "This might sound a bit off, but I dreamed about Maggie last night, and it was so real".
As he continued describing his dream, the eerie similarities sent chills down my spine—it was the exact same dream from the previous night. We've never experienced such a 'twin moment' before, and frankly, I can't make head or tail of it. But it's an extraordinary account I've wanted to share for a long time.
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46. No Heavy Petting Involved
Not too long ago, my flatmate received an interesting proposal from a well-off gentleman in our locality. He proposed to compensate her for being his "live-in pet" for an entire month. At first, she confused this offer with something akin to a sugar daddy arrangement.
However, the man's actual expectation was far different. He wanted her to live like a cat—dressed in a cat costume, traversing the house on her hands and knees, dining from a bowl, using a litter-box, and even sleeping in a cage at night.
He didn't want any romantic involvement from her. His main intention was to have a human cat for a month. She found herself contemplating the offer over a weekend, mainly because the remuneration would have taken care of her college fees for the semester, but then respectfully turned it down.
He was clear about his unusual requirement and was eagerly willing to make it happen.
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47. He Quickly Took Flight
During my training days at an unreliable aviation school, I had a close shave towards the end of the course. I was on a pre-flight check-up onboard a Cessna airplane, as part of the run-up process, when an unknown smell caught my attention. "Is that a whiff of gas?" I wondered.
The instructor, a young man of twenty-one, dismissed it casually. Feeling frustrated, I opened the door, only to discover a growing patch of gas leaking from underneath the plane. It was a real "wow" moment. The instructor, now panic-stricken, commanded, “Stay put in the plane. I'll find assistance!” before dashing off.
Once the engine was turned off, I quickly exited the plane, watching it spill its full fuel load onto the runway from a safe distance. The school generously provided me a replacement plane and a new trainer. The malfunctioning aircraft was seemingly "repaired," yet a month later, the news broke about the same plane crashing due to fuel-related technical glitches, leading to one tragic loss.
Alas, no consequential actions were taken against the flying school.
48. He Was Just The Fall Guy
My graduate school buddy used to be a skydiving trainer in Colorado and had taken over 600 dives. Once, his wallet somehow was left in his skydiving suit and it slipped out during the dive. It ended up anywhere on Earth and he thought, "That's unfortunate, but there's nothing I can do". He had no hopes of ever finding it.
In a completely unrelated incident, a man was found deceased in a secluded part of Colorado. In the isolated cabin where he and his daughter lived, he had been mistreating her. Having suffered enough, she tragically ended his life. While investigating the case, the officers searched the man's property and incredibly, found my friend's wallet in his car's trunk.
The officers initially thought, "This careless guy left his wallet in the victim's trunk! This must be the easiest arrest ever!" However, my friend had an outlandish alibi: “Officer, that can't be possible! My wallet actually fell from my pocket while I was skydiving…"
49. He Was Hot To Trots
This tale is one of those college anecdotes passed from student to student. I knew someone who insists he met the man at the center of this saga. The man was quite introverted, not exactly fortunate when it came to women, and had not had a girlfriend. Nevertheless, he was genuinely kind-hearted and yearned to find a good-hearted girl to date.
He attended a formal event at a different college, getting himself remarkably tipsy. Despite his state, he did manage to attract a girl's interest, and she invited him back to her room. Elated beyond measure, off they went. They engaged in some intimate moments on her bed, but to his misfortune, he had a bit too much to drink and fell asleep.
Upon waking, he made a disturbing discovery. He found himself bereft of clothes, and the girl was also nowhere in sight. His search for his garments proved fruitless—they had vanished. Suffering from both a hangover and profound despair, he concluded that he'd been fooled; she didn't have feelings for him, and the whole encounter was just an awful prank.
Wrapping himself in the bed sheet, he braced himself to dash back to his campus. The disappointment he felt prompted him to decide to get even. He would not let himself be laughed at. Securing the door to ensure he had privacy, he perched himself on her desk and defecated on her homework.
Having accomplished his vile task, he made his exit, only to run into her in the hallway. She was holding his laundered clothing, and had brought coffee and bagels for both of them.
50. A Message From Beyond
Thirteen years ago, my father tragically passed in a motorcycle accident. At that time, I was 16. He lived in a different state with his new partner. Although he occasionally chatted with my mom, their conversations usually led to arguments. One day, he borrowed a large, vintage hatbox from my mom.
The box was filled with our family’s old photos, dating back to when her parents owned their first camera. A few weeks later, he returned the box. My mom complained that some of the pictures were missing which upset her deeply. Out of anger, I called him accusing him of being the same old 'rip-off' and asked him to correct his behavior.
He was puzzled and insisted that all photos were placed back into the box correctly. As I continued to vent, he calmly asked to speak again after I cooled down. After that conversation, we didn't speak again. Ignoring his numerous calls the next day was my way of 'teaching him a lesson'.
Two days later, he met with a fatal accident while riding his motorcycle. He skid off the road due to some oil spillage and plunged down an embankment. At that moment, his partner felt an inexplicable heaviness in her heart as she was gardening. Guided by an uncanny instinct, she drove towards the path he took.
Halfway down the road, she spotted a pair of vehicles parked and saw a distressed-looking woman. She then spotted my father, lying down in clear sight about 50 meters away. A length of barbed wire was wrapped around his leg, trailing behind him from about 30 meters.
Trees bore the scars of his descent down the embankment. His partner found him conscious and oddly serene, gazing at the sky. The details of his last moments remain unclear. Whether he passed before or after the ambulance arrived, his last words, all unknown. Shocked by the news, I remember being unable to sleep.
The next morning, I noticed an email from him sent a day earlier, the same day I ignored his calls. He expressed his love for me and regretted our recent argument. Interestingly, he narrated a dream he had after our spat that left him anxious.
He dreamt of a bustling room where people chatted at large round tables before walking into a glowing silver mist through a door. He too tried to walk into this enchanting mist, but was stopped by a man who told him it wasn’t his time yet and urged him to express his love for me. The dream prompted him to call me the next day.
Reading his email left me numb. Despite everything, including the premonition-like dream my dad had, I still find it hard to believe in God or any spiritual realm.
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