14. Sometimes, I have dreams of the future
“Why do I have precognitive dreams. Perhaps a dozen times a year I wake up and remember small bits of a dream. It’s usually a single image of something from my point of view. I will promptly forget what the image was exactly but will remember that I had it. A few weeks or usually months later I will experience the image in real life and have a strange moment in my head where everything will feel like it’s being stretched and then pushed back together. When I was much younger I thought that someone had just managed to fuck with history and change the timeline. Later I reached the very short lived conclusion that I’m some sort of seer. Now I just want this shit to stop so I don’t get random deja vu induced headaches.” — 11AWannabe
15. The ghost of my aunt visited my grandmother
“While my grandmother was in the hospital, sick and dying, she said she would get regular morning visits from her oldest daughter (who had died about twenty five years prior). Nobody believed my grandma. After my grandmother died, my mother and I went to thank the hospital staff and the head nurse asked my mother if we knew the woman visiting my grandmother. My mom kinda scoffed-as if-oh, she pulled that on you too? But the nurse was serious, in fact the entire staff had witnessed a mysterious woman walk into my grandmother’s room almost every morning.” — dm219
16. We saw a horrifying face with bright red eyes
“8 year old me and my 7 year old cousin were staying the night at Grandma’s house. Grandpa was working the night shift so it was just the three of us. About 9 pm or so Grandma was taking a bath and me and cousin were goofing off. It was winter and the old gas heater made the house quite warm so we climbed on grandmas bed and put our faces up against the cold window panes. While doing so, a face, with bright red eyes, and weird veins sticking out of brown leathery skin pressed against the glass directly in front of me from the outside. My cousin saw it at exactly the same time that I did and we both lost our shit and started screaming and banging on the bathroom door. My badass Grandma comes flying out and grabs her little 22 out of her purse. She throws open the back door and starts popping off shots at a distant figure running into the woods. Didn’t hit him as far as we know. A few years ago I was visiting that same cousin and he brought the story up which surprised me a little but reaffirmed that it really did happen. I’m 50 years old now and the memory is still as vivid as it was the day after it happened. Still don’t know wtf that was, I just know that whatever it was, it wasn’t human.” —
