7. My girlfriend and I had the same exact murder dream

I was 16 years old with my first GF, i’ll call her Megan. So i’m having this dream where i’m the ‘Walter White’ of a big drug operation. Megan is heavily against drugs so naturally i didn’t tell her. One night i’m in my room, i look out the window, she’s there mortified, watching me while holding up a bag of drugs ‘that i made’. I panicked the fuck out and just shot her. Now the weird part is a few days go by, and out of the blue she wants to talk to me. She tells me about a dream she had, which happened to be my exact dream from her POV.

I was stunned. Still haven’t told her my side to this day.

8. I heard phantom singing in an empty movie theater

I was working at a movie theater at the time.

I was closing with another usher. Part of our jobs is to check all the theaters after the last show to make sure nobody has fallen asleep (it happens). I walk in a theater and notice that all the lights had been turned off. This is usually done by the projectionist when he/she closes down the booth for that theater. I started to hear faint singing coming from around the corner of the wall. It wasn’t a song from the speakers. We heard those songs 80 times a day and there were only like 8 of them. There was a girl singing around the corner, in the pitch black, and after midnight. I called out to her and all of a sudden I heard LOUD footsteps coming toward me from the darkness of the theater. It started near the front row and just got louder and louder as it traveled up the aisle. They were basically stomps. I didn’t hesitate one second. I turned around and sprinted my ass to the lobby.

This was a back theater. The only exits are the fire escapes from within the theater. Nobody came down the hall to the front exit. The other usher, who was a lot ballsier than I was, was able to turn the cleaning lights on in the theater and went inside to find nobody. We checked every theater. Nobody. Just to be sure, I went outside and checked every single fire exit. I live in the Northeast. We get some decent snowfall. All the exit doors were snowed in shut with ice built on top of it (which reminded me to clean that shit. fire hazard and a half).

The only place they could be were the hallways in the back of the building that lead from behind the screen to the safety of the street. Fuck that.

Could have been kids. Could have been something else. I’ll never know.

9. I felt a monster in the water

I was kayaking off Isle of Palms, SC, about 8 years ago. Got smacked by a wave and bailed out, and my cousin who was paddling with me decided to ditch since it was obviously going to take me a while to swim back in (can’t get a closed kayak flipped back over easily in the waves, so I had to bail out). She went back in, and I started kicking towards the beach, holding the boat in one hand, the paddle in the other, and fighting the damn skirt trying to swim. It sucked.

I got tired after a while and started floating, thinking that surely she’d eventually tell the authorities I was missing, and someone would come get me. Mostly I thought about how embarrassing that was going to be.

Then I felt something swim underneath me. Something big, that took a while to pass by. I yanked my legs up to my chest and tried not to shriek. After a few seconds, there was this hollow thunking sound and the kayak lifted out of the water a foot or so. I frantically searched the water to see anything, but at the same time really didn’t want to see anything.

Nothing else happened. After what seemed like an eternity I started kicking towards shore again and eventually made it back.

I never saw an animal of any kind, but I know it must have been a shark. I don’t know why the exploratory bump was of the boat and not me. And I have never been so terrified and helpless in my entire life.

10. I was followed home from school by a stranger

When I was about twelve, a guy followed me home from school and subsequently tried to break into my house. I walked home from school with friends, but after we got to the main road, I was basically on my own because I lived farther away than the other kids. One day I noticed that a little white pick-up had passed me quite a few times, but being the naive little girl that I was, I assumed that they were merely lost. The pick-up turned into my neighborhood at which point I ran as fast as I could to my house.

I considered myself safe once inside my house. I went about my usual after-school routine; kicked my shoes off, turned on the TV, grabbed a snack out of the fridge, and let my two dogs in from outside. As I’m about to sit down to enjoy my snack, I hear a car door slam. I run over to the blinds and sure enough I see the little white truck sitting in my driveway.

A few seconds later, there was a knock at my door and my stupid ass answered it for whatever reason. I asked the guy what he wanted, but he didn’t say anything. No, he just tried to force his way into my house. I slammed the door as hard and as fast as I could and somehow managed to lock it as well. My two trusty beagles start to go bananas. The guy bangs on the front door for a few minutes and then proceeds to the backyard where he starts to bang on the back door. I army crawled my way to the kitchen because that’s where our land line was. Called my grandpa who lived down the street because I figured he could get to me faster than the police could.

My grandpa told me he would be at my house in less than five minutes and to call the police after I hung up. At this point I start to scream/beg the guy banging on my door to not kill me as I cry hysterically. Then the guy just suddenly stops and I hear a car door slam again. I run back over to the blinds and see that the pick-up is gone.

My grandpa shows up a few seconds later. I run over to him and tell him that the guy left right before he got there. As I’m telling my grandpa all of this, I see the truck pass by my street as it headed towards the neighborhood entrance. I try to point it out, but I’m guessing I wasn’t making much sense because he just pushed me back towards my house. There was no sign of the guy other than he left the back gate open.

We never ended up calling the cops. I had to go to my grandpa’s house after-school everyday for a few months though. I really thought I was going to die that day.