10. Someone killed my dog, but we don’t know who
“When I was about 14 years old, our dog Herbie was shot in the back with a bow and arrow. The yellow arrow was left embedded in him (it had gone right through his back and come partially out of his chest). He had to be taken to the vet and put to sleep. He suffered miserably.
Because Herbie was kept chained to his house in a pen in a wooded area next to the house, the shooter had to have gone right in there and stood over him to shoot him that way.
Only one person I knew in the neighborhood shot bows and arrows. He lived right across the street and was a friend of mine (I thought). But he denied doing it.
I’ve managed to get in touch with dozens of childhood friends on facebook. Most are quite receptive to getting to know me again. For some reason over the 30 years or so since Herbie died, this is the one childhood friend who will not talk to me. His mother and brothers were all glad to hear from me, though.
I cannot say for sure that this guy killed my dog, but I am suspicious.” — deltalitprof
11. We saw an angel on Christmas
“When I was a baby my parents lived on a long terraced street with no side streets. You could see almost all the way along very easily.
Christmas day and an old homeless man knocks on my parents door, so being christmas they invite him in for a cup of tea and something to eat.
After 45 mins he leaves. A second later they check out the door and he has disappeared. They asked all the neighbors the next day and no one had seen him or let him into their house.
My family are very skeptical and not religious, but thats one of those things where you wonder if there’s some things we don’t understand. Christmas angel?” — aurora_unicorn
12. My old toy moved on its own
“I saw my doll move in an empty room as a child. I don’t like dolls anymore.” — RakkaEclipse
13. The clock stopped the second my grandfather died
“The day my grandfather died, their grandmother clock (apparently that’s what smaller grandfather clocks are called) suddenly stopped. He had made the clock himself and took care of that clock once a week on the dot. He was super meticulous. I’ve never met him (he died three days after my mum found out she was pregnant with me) but I grew up with this clock in my grandmother’s home. They got it looked at multiple times and were told there was nothing wrong with it at all, but it just refused to work. Everyone just sort of accepted that it was probably just old or something.
When my grandmother died years later, it was sitting in my uncle’s home. He got home, went about his business, and suddenly heard it chime again right as he got the phone call that my grandmother had passed. He brought us all over to see this clock and got it looked at. It was perfectly functional and to this day it still works like a charm. I have my own explanation for this (it only started once they were united again in their next life – I’m not religious but I believe in reincarnation, I have had paranormal encounters, I live in a house that has two spirits etc) but at the same time… Freaky.” —
