Unexplained — Nobody Believes Me

Hi everyone. I haven’t told anyone about this except my friend, and I won’t tell anyone else. But it seems like I have the ability to influence people. Even as a child, things always went my way. If I wanted to play a certain game, that’s what everyone played. If I wanted something in a store, my parents would definitely buy it. Of course, I didn’t see anything strange about it. It just felt like the way things were supposed to be. I mean, I was cute and pretty — why not? I first noticed something odd about two years ago. I was really hungry and went up to a hot dog stand, but the vendor said, “That’s it for today, I’ve just sold the last one.” And I looked at that last hot dog in a girl’s hands with such envy… And then she suddenly said, “Take it, you need it more. I didn’t really want it anyway.” I mean, if it had been a guy, I would’ve been used to that — but a girl… To be honest, I quickly forgot about it. I thought, well, she’s just an angel, a kind person — people like that exist. But then there was another situation during an exam. I picked a ticket I didn’t know. I’m standing there, looking at it, thinking, “Damn, why this one of all things?” And suddenly the lecturer says, “Alright, we didn’t really have time to cover this topic properly. Go ahead and pick another one. We’ll go over this next semester.” Seriously??? I was over the moon. I quickly picked another one, not believing my luck. Since then, I’ve tested it on purpose. I can’t make someone do something they really don’t want to do or consider wrong (like putting pepper in their coffee or running down the street in their underwear — that doesn’t work). But simple things — getting hired, being asked out on a date, letting me go ahead in line, offering me something I’m thinking about — those work perfectly every time. I don’t know why me or how it works, but it really helps in life. Haha, by the way, it only works on people. I’ve tried to “suggest” things to my dog so many times — like not tearing up the pillows — but she just doesn’t care.

I was like 15 or 16. Just a normal night, nothing special. Me, my friend Ethan, and Sarah were hanging out at her place. Everything was pretty standard - pizza, soda, messing around, trying to find something creepy to watch before going to sleep. At some point Sarah goes, "Hey, what if we try a Ouija board?" She said she found it in a closet - like some old one that was probably left behind by the previous owners or something. We all started laughing, like, "Oh yeah, sure, let's summon a TikTok demon." But we were bored, so we were like, whatever, let's do it. We turned off the main lights, sat down the three of us, and put our fingers on the pointer. At first, nothing. Like, literally nothing. We just sat there for five minutes asking dumb questions into the void. And then it moved. Not suddenly. Super slow. Like… just barely sliding. The kind of movement where it feels like one of you is pushing it, but no one wants to admit it. I immediately go, "Okay, who's moving it?" Ethan says it's me. Sarah says it's Ethan. So yeah, we all just blamed each other. We decided to test it. Asked something really simple, like, "How many people are in the room right now?" The pointer stopped. Then it started moving again. Slowly, with pauses. 3 We all kinda looked at each other and laughed, because that didn't prove anything. Then Ethan goes, "Alright, let's ask something none of us know." Sarah asks, "What was the name of the previous owner of this house?" I definitely didn't know. Ethan didn't either. The pointer starts moving again. Super slow, letter by letter. We could literally follow it with our eyes. M A R I A And that's when it got… weird. Sarah didn't say anything at first. She just stared at the board. Then she suddenly pulled her hands back and went pale. At first we thought she was messing with us, like doing the classic "make it dramatic" thing. But she looked genuinely freaked out. I asked, "Wait… are you serious?" She nodded. And honestly, that's when I started feeling uneasy. Not like horror-movie scared, just… that weird feeling when something doesn't make sense and your brain is trying to come up with a normal explanation. We kept going. Not laughing anymore. We asked, "Who are you?" The pointer didn't move for like twenty seconds. Then slowly started going again. L I V E H E R E Ethan immediately goes, "Okay, this is dumb. One of us is just messing around." And honestly, that sounded pretty reasonable. I was almost sure it was him. So we decided to stop. Said "goodbye," took our hands off. And then the weirdest part of the whole night happened. The second we weren't touching it anymore, the pointer twitched. Not like it slid across the board or anything. Just a tiny movement, toward "GOODBYE." Like the tiniest bit. That's it. But all of us saw it. And none of us were touching it. And that part was actually scary. We shut everything down real fast. Turned the lights back on, put the board away in the box. The next day Sarah texted us saying she checked - and the previous owner's name actually was Maria. And she swears she never told us that before. I'm not saying it was anything supernatural. Maybe one of us really was moving it, or maybe Sarah mentioned the name at some point and we just forgot. But that tiny movement, when no one was touching it… that's the part that still sticks with me. Because it was just… too weird. And yeah, nobody really believes me. But I wasn't the only one who saw it.

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.