Hey Pandas, Have You Ever Experienced Something You Still Can’t Explain?

How the heck we allowed a liar, thief, felon and r*pist to get back into the White House. No explaination for that one.

I'll have to choose one or two since I have so many.

I removed my jewelry you wash my face etc. Put everything on one of those little "Rings& Things" ceramic things kids get from school gift shops during holidays. This was same ritual I follow every night.

The next morning as I'm getting ready for the day I get my jewelry out of the holder and my diamond eternity band is missing. Everything else is there. No one has been in my room except my and hubby. We look everywhere but cannot find it. I'm really bummed out and can't figure out what couldn't happened to it.

About a year later I'm rearranging the bedroom furniture and move my beside table. And there UNDER the leg smashed into the carpet, my ring.

There is simply no way the ring could travel out of the bathroom and across my whole room to hide itself under a table. No clue.

Back to my teenage period. It was around midnight, I had stayed late to a meeting and I was wondering how I'd get home. Then I saw a bus approaching. I started running, hoping to catch it (probably the last bus until next morning).

Then, when was I about the cross the street to the bus station, a voice called firmly "STOP!" The next moment, another bus from the opposite direction passed in front of me in high speed. I hadn't seen it. It would have crushed me, had I taken another step.

I looked around to see who had warned me, but there was no one. The street was empty. I walked all the way home and arrived safely. My friend believes it was my guardian angel.

I have. A few years ago I was leaving my part-time job on a weekend afternoon, about to go home, but for some reason I felt like I needed to go check my cattle at a rent pasture several miles in the other direction. I had just been there a day or two before, so there was no real reason to check them again, but I went anyway.

I drove up in front of the gate and could see the cattle grazing on the other side of the pasture, near a road, and everything looked fine. I was about to leave and go home, but again, I had a strong feeling I should go in the pasture and check them closer. When I did I discovered that someone had driven through the fence and back out again, leaving a large hole in the fence, near where the cattle were.

Another half hour or less and the cattle could have very easily gotten out onto the road and caused one or more accidents. I am not someone who jumps to divine intervention to explain things, but I don't have a better explanation.

As a student, I left my family house and got an appartment in the city where i lived alone. My younger and only sister continued living in our family house with my parents. One morning I phoned my mum to tell her about a nightmare I had the previous night. In my dream I saw that my nose started bleeding while I was asleep and I woke up in the middle of the night because I thought my bed cover was full of blood. Of course it was just in my dream! But after telling that to my mother, she told me that during the night my sister woke up with a bleeding nose and her bed was covered in her blood!

About 20 years ago I bartended at a bar that dated back to 1894 (which is pretty old here in the states). The owner really played up the creepy/antique vibe with period furniture and the place was rumored to be haunted.

I didn't believe nor disbelieve in ghosts at the time, I was pretty indifferent. Several of my coworkers had reported eerie experiences, but I hadn't.

I had been there for several years and was closing up by myself on a weeknight. My husband and I had just started dating and he came in with one of his friends to keep me company while I cleaned and locked up.

It had been really slow that night and they were the only ones in the bar for the last 2 hours. They were seated at the bar right in front of where I was.

Since my boss was so into antique decor and furniture, we had several antique mirrors hanging on the wall opposite the bar itself. All night long, I kept catching glimpses in the mirror of a man wearing a bowler hat, but it was always out of the corner of my eye and as soon as I turned toward the mirror it would disappear. My husband and his friend were still sitting at the bar, so I knew it wasn't one of their reflections. I chalked it up to a trick of the light and didn't think much of it until we were driving home.

This was my husband's first time in the bar, and I hadn't told him anything about the history or rumors of the place. He's also not a believer in ghosts or the supernatural.

While we're driving home, he turns to me and says "this is going to sound crazy, but I kept seeing something weird while we were sitting at the bar." I asked him what he meant and he responded " I kept seeing a man walk by in the mirror, but when I turned nothing was there. And he was wearing some kind of old timey hat." Immediately all the hair on my arms stood up. I hadn't mentioned anything about the man in the mirror or any kind of eerie feeling.
I asked him "... Was it a bowler hat?" And he went white as a sheet.

To this day I can't explain how we both saw the same thing all night long without the other knowing it. I had a few more encounters after that, but that's the one that sticks out most to me because I wasn't the only one that saw it.

I once met someone who wasn't a complete a s s hat.

When I was young we lived in Texas and my great grandmother lived in Oklahoma. We were making a grocery list to go out shopping and right before we left we received a large package from my great grandmother and inside was every single item we listed. Exactly.

Couple years later I had gone to visit that same grandmother and I had secretly really really wanted this windbreaker jacket exclusive to wheaties cereal boxes. It was an Olympic themed jacket. No idea why I wanted but I did and no one in my family ate wheaties so no chance of me getting it. When I got to her house she surprised me with that jacket. She had bought 5 or whatever boxes of wheaties just to get it for me. She couldn't have known because I never told anyone about my desire for that jacket.

My mom later told me after Grandma had passed that she had claimed to have been psychic. She even told my mom she was pregnant with me before my mom even knew. She also told me many stories proving her belief that she was indeed very perceptive at the very least. One other example was calling my mom one night to say my baby brother was going to choke to death. Later that evening she was cooking and used a bench in the doorway to keep my brother in the room with her, as he had just started walking. He had knocked the bench over and landed on the edge with his throat and was unable to breathe or get up. Weird stuff.

I named my daughter after her. Maybe she will become prescient!

I was in my late teens, maybe early 20s and alone in the house one evening. Our two dogs were in the living room with me and they suddenly both stood up with a growl. They began barking and growling at one corner of the room, next to our fireplace. I fled the house and stayed out until the rest of the family came home. Nobody could explain it and I slept badly for weeks afterwards, refusing to stay home on my own.

Mine is light-hearted but I still don't have an explanation for it.

I made up two batches of cold sliders to have on hand for the week. One batch was ham and cheese, the other was turkey and cheese. I made 12 sliders of each. I put the turkey in one Tupperware and the ham in another, they fit perfectly there was no room for more than 12 per container.

Anyway over the next couple of days me and my mom start eating the sandwiches. I preferred the ham and she preferred the turkey so both kinds were being eaten. By the fourth day I had finished the ham sliders and go to grab the Tupperware of turkey ones. It is completely full. There are 12 sandwiches. I am really confused because I know my mom has been eating them, and even I had one when I was making them up. So at the very least there should be 11. And just last night I got out both Tupperware, grabbed 4 of the one kind for my mom, put it back in the fridge, and then opened the other Tupperware that was sitting on the counter and grabbed two for myself. So I know that at one point i took sandwiches of each kind. And I noted that both containers were somewhat empty, meaning that both kinds were indeed being eaten. Yet there were 12 whole turkey ones.

Thinking logically I realized that mom may have condensed the two kinds after a couple of days, but I looked and the sandwiches were all just turkey. I asked her about it anyway and she said no. I though maybe she mixed up another batch and forgot, but that wasn't it either- we didn't have ingredients for more.

I don't know. Reading it, it may not seem too baffling or confusing, but I still have no explanation for the addition of sandwiches.

one time I saw a giant floating orb. I have no idea what it was and I never have

My sporadic ability to stall or shut down computers by merely walking past them. IT Department loved me!

About 20 years ago, I was driving from Sacramento to Phoenix to visit my parents. Near dusk, a little past the Arizona state line, I stopped for gas off of I-10. While the car was gassing up, I wandered over to the side of the station to have a quick smoke, under an acacia tree there. Narrowly missed a branch (and the attached long thorns) to the face as I ducked under the branches. While studying the very impressive thorns above, I noticed a spot of yellow in the canopy. Moving closer, I saw it was a goldfinch, dead on a branch. I thought it must've somehow had gotten impaled on one of the thorns. But, on closer inspection, I saw that the bird was impaled on the branch itself. Like, skewered right through the body, with at least three feet of pencil-thick branch on either side. A branch with toothpick-sized thorns every few inches. There is no way that bird could be threaded on that branch without witchcraft. I realized the light was fading, the vibe was creepy, and noped out of there.

Still puzzles and unsettles me to this day.

My sister and I were teenagers. Parents had gone out, so we decided to watch a couple of scary movies together. One of them was about the devil - maybe the Exorcist. I don't recall. Anyway, as we're in the dark watching the movie, we suddenly heard a crash in the kitchen. We went over to see what had happened, and we found one of my mom's ceramic crosses that had been on a wall had fallen on to the counter and broken in half. I haven't watched a movie like that since. Freaked us both out.

Loads but the one that still sticks from 1992 was being in bed when there was a loud bang and a bright flash of light. It was not raining, and most certainly wasn't raining in my bedroom.

I was married for 25 years, and my wife and I were intimate many, many times.
Yet, we both knew, the very instant, each of our 2 children were conceived. The events were seven years apart, but each time, we just looked at each other and knew.
It was a very meaningful moment, on both occasions, but also something neither of us could ever explained.