14. Teardrops in the sky

“This happened maybe 10 years ago in Italy. My then-gf’s parents had a summer home overlooking the sea (it was on top of a small cliff, and we were there on vacation, along with her brother and a few other friends. It was around 10pm, she and I were watching TV, and from my perspective I had a row of sliding glass doors to my right, while our friends were directly behind us playing some board games. At one point I happened to turn my head to look outside and I saw two teardrop-shaped, bright green glowing lights (about the size of your thumb if you extend your arm out in front of you) cruising in the sky from right to left. What struck me as odd was not only the color, brightness, and shape, but also the way they moved. The best way I can explain it is that they were flying too perfectly close to each other. It’s almost as if they weren’t two separate objects, but rather two separate lights on the same object. This feeling of ‘it’s too smooth’ intensified when a third light (same color, shape, and size) suddenly flew in from the right.

By this point the first two lights were almost 3/4 of the way through my field of vision and were approaching the left side, but the third light caught up with them at a ridiculous speed, then slowed down just as quickly to match the speed of the other two lights. Let me make it clear that it didn’t gradually slow down, instead it kept flying at the same high speed (if I had blinked I’d have missed it kind of speed) until it was basically about to collide with the other two, then slowed down in an instant.

At this point they were equidistant from each other, in kind of a -_- formation (best way I can put it) and just continued flying to the left until I couldn’t see them anymore.

After taking a moment to try and make sense of what the hell I had just seen I asked my gf if she’d seen them too, to which she replied with the obvious ‘did I see what?’ Our friends were of no help either, since they were all particularly focused.

I went out on the balcony to see if I could catch another glimpse of the lights, but I didn’t see anything else.

I eventually checked on the area opposite from the windows to see if there was anything that might have been cause a weird reflection, but there was nothing and no lights were on. The windows were also open and the lights were close enough that I would’ve probably heard them had they been loud-ass military jets or possibly even a helicopter (even though neither of those things were exactly common in that area).

The next day I looked into whether there had been any reports of fireworks, meteor showers, weather balloons, or anything like that, but again, no luck.

I’m fascinated by the paranormal, ghosts, UFOs, you name it, but I have an ‘I want to believe but I’m gonna be really skeptical about it’ kind of outlook on it. This is the number-one experience that’s still crystal clear in my mind and that I can’t think of a logical explanation for.”

15. The haunted sneakers

“When I was 17 our neighbor’s son died from a drug overdose, he had just graduated high school the night before. I had seen the guy around but never really interacted with him, however his dad and mine were the typical close/helpful neighbors so I had developed a slight friendship with his father. Anyways a few weeks pass and his dad comes over with a box of things he wanted to get rid of, all belonging to Nathan (his son). He asked if I wanted the things and I said sure, it was pretty awkward but I felt like he needed me to have them. In the box was a pair of light blue and white Jordans, pretty old but I figured I could use them for weed eating and typical yard work. I later realize there was something written on the tongue of the shoes, NB—Nathan Black. That gave me chills, not sure why it took me realizing his son had written on the shoes to be weirded out by wearing them but it did. This wasn’t the creepiest part though. A few weeks go by and I’m home alone, I leave my room and head down the hallway toward the kitchen (it’s pitch black) and as soon as I round the corner I make out a white figure about 15 feet ahead of me. It was so strange because I didn’t feel fear, more like a weird safe feeling. I blinked a bunch of times and I could make out Nathan, just staring at me. It took a few seconds but then I smashed the hallway light switch as hard as I could and he went away. It happened a few more times when I was living there. I feel like the kid was watching over me, either that or he was pissed I was slowly ruining his Jordans.”