67 Things People Saw Once And Have Been Thinking About Ever Since

When I was 18 our family dog, Pooch, passed away. We'd had him since I was 5. I was distraught.

He'd always slept in my room and we had a lovely bond. A few months after he passed I was home from college, sleeping in my bed. All of the sudden I felt a wet nose nudging me awake (he always woke me this way). When I opened my eyes I was alone. I knew it was him checking in on me. Never happened again.

Was my last day of high school. I was invited to a few parties with friends and a loud voice in my head said “Go see grandma.” I argued back to it saying “I’m seeing her tomorrow.” We had a hair appointment. It told me “No, go now!” I barely had enough gas to make it but listened. Me and my grandma were extremely close, I went over and she had made my favorite dinner and we sat and spent time together. When I went to get her for our appointment the next day she had passed away in her sleep.

I had a miscarriage before having my son, when he was three we were sitting and chatting in the park about how sometimes we make people sad by accident then he said “I was in your tummy before but I didn’t fit so I had to go but I came back, sorry I made you sad”

A friend is a paramedic. Long story short, a woman called 911 saying she fell and needed help, medics showed up to woman’s apartment. They heard her talking through the door and kept asking her to move away so they could bust the door down and help her. When they got in, she wasn’t near the door. After searching the apartment, they found her passed in her bed with rigor mortis set in (which takes hours). Her appt was several floors high. No explanation for who called 911 or whose voice they heard.

I had a nephew that I helped raise/loved as if he was my child who passed of cancer when he was four. His favorite color was yellow.

I met my husband years after his passing so they had never met. I took my husband to his grave in November one year and talked to my nephew, introducing him to his uncle.

When we turned to leave, there was a fresh yellow flower on my husband’s shoe. There were no yellow flowers anywhere in the cemetery that we could see, but the one on his shoe.

Lil guy said hi.

A year after my father passed, I was sitting in my room. I had just gotten a new radio/alarm clock, I was excited bc well I was only 10. Suddenly out of nowhere, it starts playing music. Fall to Pieces by Velvet Revolver, a song my dad loved and was played at his funeral. My mom and I tried turning the radio off, it still played. We changed the station, it still played. We even unplugged it, it still played for a whole minute before shutting off completely. My dad was with me that day.

My dad passed when I was a baby. I didn’t really know him, but I still knew his face. He picked the house we lived in before he passed. I remember I’d see a tall guy, with dark hair standing in the garage, simply looking out or through the garage door. Told mom once, and she smiled and said “You’ve seen him too?” I like to think it was just Dad, hangin around to look over us.

My dog passed away when we were both 15 - we’d been best friends our whole lives. Every night, I’d leave my bedroom door ajar so he could come in as he slept in my room with me.

A few nights after he passed, I heard him run up the stairs to my room. It was very comforting to feel like he was still there.

My dad used to never wear his seatbelt. When I was ten, I went to sleep away camp and hounded him about seatbelts for the entire week before I left. While I was gone, I had a dream he had been in a horrible accident. I woke up to a counselor telling me my mom was on the phone and my dad’s truck had been hit and flipped by three cars across a 6 lane highway. He only lived because he was wearing his seatbelt.

Not creepy, just weird. My husband and I were trying to have a baby for five years and were really sad for not getting there. One day, I was going by a room in the house, the door was open. I looked in... Thought I saw a baby in a crib. Next month, I was pregnant. Fast forward, two years later, I'm in her room playing with her and remember that exact moment. It was the same crib, colour on the walls and the same baby. I saw my daughter.

My brother passed away in my parents house… I was there a few days after in the upstairs bathroom and distinctly heard him say my dog’s name in the “pet voice” he always used to talk to him. I was the only one in the house with my dog. Never forgot it. Very comforting, never heard it again.

Was working in a 150 year old distillery building late at night after a film shoot. I was on the top floor and another guy was on the bottom floor. Building was locked up and no one could enter facility because it was gated. Guy came upstairs and asked what I was laughing about. Ummm...i wasnt laughing. We went back downstairs and could both hear a woman laughing. We searched the place, never found her.

When I was younger I had an imaginary friend named baby. She lived in the walls of the house and we would play all the time. When we moved, my parents asked me where baby was and I said "baby said she couldn't come with us. She has to stay at the house."

Come to find out my parents bought that house from a couple who's baby passed and they couldn't live there anymore.

I had a dream about waking up in a tiled room and was greeted by a black woman who was taking care of my dogs who all passed away a few years ago. I also met her coworkers whom were all looking after other people's pets. Outside was grasslands and a beach. Toward the end of my dream, she knew that I was gonna be waking up soon and assured me that she'll continue to look after my dogs until it was my time to come back and meet them.
If i could, id make a long thread copy and pasting from my book

Walking around my grandparents 175 yr old (at the time, it’s now 199 years old, roughly) at night, getting it ready for family. It’s a 9 bedroom, 2 kitchen, 5 bath house. And a little boy of around 3-5 years old ran down the hallway in front of me. He was wearing overalls and carrying a wooden toy truck and he looked at me and laughed. When I asked my grandma about it and if anyone could be in the house the looked at me and said point blank “no, that’s why I don’t go in the main house at night.”

My mom told me that one night she was laying in bed and she looked down and saw a black, shadowy head at the foot of her bed. No one else was home, but we had a black dog at the time so we brushed it off. The next day everyone had gone out, including my dog to go for a walk but I stayed home doing homework. I closed my laptop and right at the foot of my bed was a black head. It ducked down as soon as I saw it. I didn’t move from my bed for hours til everyone got back.

My parents have an old clock that they refuse to throw out. It works fine normally, but right when we are about to receive word that a family member has passed, it will spin very fast counterclockwise. And then go back to normal like nothing happened. It has delivered news of several passings so far.

My mother in her late stages was in a wheelchair and being our driveway was sloped I would wheel her down to the back which was level. It was easier to put her in the car. When she passed I always wondered if I did right by her.
There was a patch of concrete in the back that I always wanted to fix, so I cleaned it and filled it. When it dried I literally cried because it formed a perfect heart ❤️.

Woke up in the middle of the night to see my boyfriend popping his head around the doorway, like playfully peek-a-boo style. He kept doing it, and I wondered why he was being weird and I was about to say something when I knocked my elbow against my boyfriend who was actually sleeping beside me in bed and the thing in the doorway disappeared.

It was the first time my parents went on vacation and left me home alone. One morning, I walk into the kitchen and the yellow pages phone book (remember those?) was opened to alarm systems on both sides. I did not leave it open on the table the night before. I slept in the family room the next night with every light on in the house.