Nobody Believes Me — Something unbelievable happened to you?

Since childhood, I’ve been very afraid of mirrors, especially at night. If I needed to go to the bathroom at night, I often couldn’t make myself go because I had to pass by a mirror in the hallway. Whenever I walked past it, I tried to look away. I wasn’t afraid of seeing monsters there, but of seeing myself — with evil eyes. I don’t really know how to explain it, it’s just a very childlike memory, but it felt real to me. Later, my parents even covered that mirror. Over time, I managed to overcome my fear. But about a month ago, I had a very strange dream. In the dream, I wasn’t myself — I looked like a completely different girl, from the 18th–19th century. I was standing in front of a bathroom mirror, washing my hands… and they were covered in blood. But I wasn’t looking at my hands — I was staring into the mirror with these disgusting, evil eyes, and even smirking. I woke up and felt a strong shiver run through me… And now I’m afraid to walk past mirrors at night again, with this feeling that I might see myself with those evil eyes from my dream. I know it sounds like complete nonsense, but has anyone experienced something similar?

I was in 8th grade at the time. An ordinary school, an ordinary class. There were 28 of us — 18 boys and 10 girls. We weren't the closest class, but I definitely knew every single one of my classmates well, and I still remember them all. But there were 28 of us back then. Not anymore. Here's what happened. At the end of May 2025, our whole school went on a field trip, like we always do every spring — it's a tradition. We'd always go to a nearby grove. Each class would pick a clearing they liked and set up camp there. That day, 20 of us came. Some were sick, two were out of town, and a few just didn't feel like going. At first, everything was normal. We spread out a blanket, laid out food. Trail games, gathering firewood, just having fun. Then the boys wanted to head to the lake. Two other girls and I joined them. So ten of us set off toward the lake. It was supposed to be a 15-minute walk, but we kept walking and walking. It felt like we were going in circles. We'd been walking for about 40 minutes and still couldn't get there. I felt weirdly drowsy and exhausted. The girls and I started whining that we wanted to go back, that something weird was going on. The boys just laughed at us, though some of them looked uneasy too. After a brief argument, the three of us girls and two of the guys decided to turn back. Five boys refused to come back with us. Timur said it was a matter of principle now — he was going to reach that damn lake. Alex and Nikita were just joking around with each other, calling us cowards. Amir and Makar simply went along with them. The five of us made it back pretty quickly, though everyone said they felt unwell and really sleepy. We were back within 10 minutes. We breathed a sigh of relief. But an hour later, we started to worry that the boys hadn't come back from the lake. We told our teacher — maybe someone should go check on them, just in case? And that's when it started — what at first we took for a prank. Nobody understood who we were talking about. The teacher said our whole class was accounted for. Our classmates — the ones who hadn't come with us — said things like "Are you kidding?" and "We're all here, why are you making up extra classmates?" At first we were angry. Time was passing, the boys could be in trouble out there, and everyone was pulling this stupid joke on us. Then we started to panic. Nobody remembered them. Not the teacher, not the other classmates — no one except the five of us. After that, my memory gets hazy. I remember we refused to leave, we wouldn't abandon our friends in the grove. Someone went to get our parents. Then I remember being at home. My parents were sitting with me, showing me our class photo. Almost the whole class was in it. But Timur, Amir, Makar, Nikita, and Alex weren't. And I remember they used to be. They had vanished from every group photo we'd ever taken. No one remembered them. I went to Nikita's mother. She said to me, "Sweetie, my oldest is only 8. What Nikita are you talking about?" We couldn't even find Timur's and Makar's parents — it turned out their families didn't live in the houses where they had lived just the day before. Now I'm in 9th grade, and there are 22 of us. Those five boys never came back, and nobody remembers them, as if they had never existed. Only we remember — the five of us who parted ways with them on the path to the lake. At first we talked about it a lot. Tried to figure out what happened. An accident? Did they cross into another dimension? Now we don't talk about it at all. I think it's just too hard for each of us to deal with. One of the girls couldn't take it and her family moved away. As for me, at first I was terrified that I'd vanish too and no one would even remember me. I'm not afraid of that anymore. But I constantly wonder what's actually real, and what might have been completely different just yesterday. What if yesterday I had a sister, and today I don't remember her and don't even know she existed? Thoughts like that. It drives you crazy. So I've written their names here, and at least somewhere the memory of them will remain. That they existed. That they were young and full of life. That some of us still remember them.

My kid has a toy kitchen in her room — one of those ones that makes cooking sounds when you turn it on. At some point, our whole family started feeling like there was something else in the house. Something we couldn't explain. A creak here, a shadow there. Then one night… we put our child to bed, closed the bedroom door, and my husband and I started talking about exactly that — the weird stuff we'd been noticing. That's when we heard it. The toy kitchen switched on. It sounded like someone had turned on the little electric burners. For a second we thought maybe our kid woke up and started playing. We opened the door. Our child was fast asleep. The kitchen was still going. The moment we walked up to it — it shut off on its own. We left the room. Fifteen minutes later — again. This happened over and over. But the most terrifying part? When we finally decided to check the batteries and went to take them out… there were none.

Ok so I'm 30, internal medicine, working nights at a hospital just outside Portland. Can't sleep and I've been sitting on this for over three years now so here goes. November 2022. Slow shift, I was eating peanut butter crackers from the vending machine at the nurses station because I forgot to pack anything again. Someone left house hunters on in the break room and you could hear it all the way down the hall, which normally drives me insane but that night it was almost comforting. I don't know why I remember that. We get a patient around midnight, female, mid-40s, brought in by EMS from a parking lot near the Fred Meyer on 82nd. No ID, no phone, no belongings. Vitals stable, labs unremarkable. She wasn't altered, no signs of intoxication, no acute psych presentation. Just very calm and very quiet, which honestly was more unsettling than if she'd been agitated.People who get picked up alone in a parking lot with nothing on them are usually not that composed. I went in to do the admit around 12:40. She was sitting upright watching the IV drip. I introduce myself and she immediately says "you switched already?" I told her no, I'd been on since 7. She tilted her head and said I had different shoes before. Patients confabulate, it happens, I moved on. Started going through the intake questions. Name didn't match anything in the system. Address was vague, like she was coming up with it on the spot. None of this is that unusual honestly,we get patients with no records more than people realize. Then she asked me what time it was. 12:43. She smiled a little and said "so it didn't reset yet." I asked her what that meant. She shrugged, looked toward the door, and said "it will. You'll come back in a minute and ask me all this again.You always do." I finished the intake and left. Charted for maybe five minutes and then realized I forgot to ask about allergies, which is embarassing but it was a long night. Went back in. And I got this immediate, intense deja vu. She was in the exact same position. Same posture, same everything. She looked at me without any surprise and just said "see?" I looked at the wall clock. 12:43. I know how this sounds. I stood there for a few seconds and then asked her what I was about to say. She said "you're going to ask about allergies, and I'll say penicillin, but that's not actually true. I just say that because you need something to write down." That's exactly what I was there for. I asked. She said penicillin. I wrote it down and left. The hallway clock read 12:48 so time was apparently moving normally out there.I went to the break room and sat with another pack of crackers watching house hunters for about ten minutes because I genuinely did not know what to do with what just happened. Thought about telling the charge nurse but what would I even say, the patient in 4 is psychic and the clock is broken? Went back later, she was asleep. She bounced before my next shift. Chart noted no known allergies. No psych consult, no flags,nothing. Like it was a completely unremarkable visit. I don't know. I was tired, it was the middle of a stretch of nights, maybe the clock was just malfunctioning and she was good at reading people. That's probably it. But I started taking photos of the hallway clock during my shifts after that, just a habit now. My camera roll is just hundreds of pictures of a clock. Anyway. Sorry this got long. I just needed to finally write it down somewhere that isn't my notes app.

My grandmother used to tell us this story. She always said it was about the time they met an alien. It happened many years ago, back in the early 1930s. They lived near a forest — just an ordinary forest. They'd go there to pick mushrooms and berries, hunt game, the usual. Then, out of nowhere, people started disappearing. Four people vanished in just one month. You might chalk it up to wild animals, but the only wildlife around there were foxes, hares, and wild boar. So naturally, people became afraid to go into the forest. And then, not long after, a man wandered into their village. They saw him come right out of that very forest. My grandmother described him as oddly dressed, carrying strange gadgets, speaking in a peculiar way. He seemed completely lost, like he had no idea where he was. About those gadgets — she said he had a metal bracelet on his wrist, and after they'd given him a good steam in the bathhouse, he pressed some buttons on it, and within five minutes all his scratches were gone. He also kept staring at some little box that had glowing pictures and numbers on it. He kept shoving it in front of the men's faces, showing them strange maps, asking where he was. So they figured a UFO had landed nearby. They called it in to someone higher up, but nobody believed them and no special services ever showed up. And then the man just vanished. My grandmother said the alien must have sensed something was off and fled. Anyway, when I was a kid listening to this story wide-eyed, I truly believed he was an alien. But now, years later, I think — come on, no alien would blow his cover like that. And that little box of his sure sounds a lot like a modern smartphone. So now I believe that man somehow ended up in the wrong time. And judging by the fact that we still don't have anything like that bracelet he wore, he wasn't even from our time — he was from even further in the future. And what about the people who disappeared? Maybe they were displaced in time too? By the way, after a while, people gradually started going back into the forest, and there were no more disappearances. So the anomaly was short-lived — it lasted maybe a month or two. If it was a time portal, as I suspect, it may have closed or moved somewhere else. As for that man, they never heard anything about him again. Maybe he found his way back, or maybe he quietly lived out the rest of his life there, in that time.