Unexplained — Nobody Believes Me

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.

I was never really into the UFO thing. All those videos, all those stories — to me, it was always either a mistake or someone making things up. I'm not the type to believe in things like that. But after what happened, I can't say that so confidently anymore. It was last September. I was staying at my parents' house outside Alesund. Pretty quiet out there — not much light at night, and you can see the sky really well. Sometimes I'd go out to the yard just to sit and look at the stars. That evening, everything was normal. Just after midnight, maybe one AM. Cool, quiet, no wind. I was sitting on an old bench by the house , just looking up. At first, I thought I was seeing a satellite. A small dot, moving steadily, no blinking. Nothing unusual. I was about to look away when it stopped. Just like that. Right there in the sky. At first I didn't even register it. I figured my eyes were playing tricks on me. But no — the dot just hung there. Hovering. After a couple of seconds, it started moving again. But not in a straight line anymore. It made a sharp turn and headed in a completely different direction. That's when I tensed up. I stood up without taking my eyes off it. The thing was moving strangely — not smoothly, but in these weird stuttering bursts. It would accelerate hard, then stop again. And the weirdest part? Absolutely no sound. I stood there for maybe a minute or two, just watching. Then it got brighter. Not all at once — gradually. Like someone slowly turning up a dimmer. It went from a tiny dot to a noticeable glowing object. Not huge, but clearly visible. And at some point, it sort of… split. I don't know how else to describe it. There was one light source, and suddenly there were two. They drifted apart, a short distance from each other. I'd already pulled out my phone, trying to record it. But the camera barely picked up anything — just faint dots. And then something happened that I still can't explain. One of them just vanished. It didn't fly away. It didn't fade out. It was just there, and then it wasn't. The second one stayed for a couple more seconds, then started moving faster. I mean, really fast. And in an instant, it just shot off toward the horizon. I just stood there in total silence. My first thought was planes. Drones, maybe. But I don't live near an airport, and the movement was way too strange. No drone flies like that — dead silent, accelerating like that out of nowhere. I stood there for another ten minutes or so, staring at the sky, half-expecting it to come back. The next day I told my dad. He heard me out and said he'd actually seen something similar a couple of nights before. He'd just assumed it was a satellite. I didn't tell anyone else after that. Because, I mean, I know how it sounds. I still look up at the sky sometimes. But not as calmly as before. And I'm not saying it was aliens. I just can't say for sure anymore that I know what I saw that night.

When I was a kid, I had a best friend. The best I could've ever asked for. She passed away at 13 from cancer. I've also had this weird phobia of werewolves since I was a kid. I don't actually believe in them or anything, but for some reason they just terrify me — always have. So anyway, when I was 16, I was seeing this guy. The night before I was supposed to go to a party with him and his friends, I had a dream. In the dream, my friend and I were just talking like nothing had ever happened — like she'd never been gone at all. I couldn't remember the whole thing when I woke up, but one part stuck with me. We were talking about this guy I was seeing. She looked at me and said, "Don't you dare go to him — he's a werewolf." And in the dream, I actually believed her. I felt this creeping dread toward him that I couldn't shake. In the morning, I knew it was ridiculous. But because of my phobia, I couldn't make myself go. I avoided him for a couple of days, and eventually he just stopped calling. A month later, I found out he'd been arrested for rape and assault. I thought about that dream immediately. Obviously he wasn't a werewolf — he was just a creep. But somehow that's exactly the image my mind needed to make me afraid of him. Whether it was actually my friend's soul coming to warn me, or just my own intuition working in a strange way — I honestly don't know. But if it really was her... thank you, dear. From the bottom of my heart. And listen to your dreams.

Hi everyone, I'd like to share something that happened to me and my friend. What started as a harmless joke may have turned into something else entirely. I honestly don't know anymore. Have you ever seen Supernatural? Remember the episodes about the crossroads demon?The ones where people would make some kind of deal with him for ten years of a happy, successful life. Well, here's our story. Lucy and I were roommates in a cheap apartment, always hunting for side gigs. After we graduated, we bombed one job interview after another. And our love lives weren't much better. So one night — after a party, a fight with my boyfriend, and a few too many cocktails — one of us jokingly suggested we try summoning the crossroads demon. Obviously, we weren't serious. We drove out to a crossroads on the edge of town in the middle of the night, set up a few candles, and between fits of giggling, shouted something like, "Crossroads demon, we summon you!" Nothing happened. We didn't sign anything. We had a good laugh, got cold,and went home. We forgot all about it for a while. We only remembered about a year later, at Lucy's birthday party. Everyone was telling her what an incredible year she'd had. She'd landed a great job, met a wondetful guy, she was about to get married, and her career was really taking off. Then she pulled me aside and whispered, "What if that night actually worked?" I froze. Things had been going amazingly well for me too — I was in love and building my own business. But of course I brushed it off. "No one showed up that night," I told her. "We didn't sign anything." That was a little over nine years ago. And a month ago, Lucy was hit by a car. She's still in the hospital. She has everything — a husband and a son she adores, money, success. But she's lying there in critical condition, and she still hasn't woken up. We never signed any deal. We were just messing around. But our lives really did change after that night. We always told ourselves it was just a coincidence. But now… I'm terrified.

My grandfather was a time traveler. That's why I know that time slips are real. I don't believe in planned time travel, but accidentally wandering into some kind of time slip — that can absolutely happen. That's exactly what happened to my grandfather and his friend. They were both 19, heading to a neighboring town somewhere out in rural Missouri. They didn't notice anything unusual on the way — the only thing they could remember afterward was that it was foggy. No lightning, no thunder, no pressure in their ears. Just regular fog. When they reached the town, they were surprised they couldn't find the general store they were looking for, and a lot of other things looked different too. Then they thought someone was messing with them when they were told it was 1957. They swore they'd been in 1929 just minutes before. When they went back home, there was no record of the friend whatsoever. My grandfather had been listed as missing. It was a good thing there were two of them. At least they knew two people don't go crazy in the exact same way at the exact same time. They said they weren't upset. Both were orphans, so there was nobody who'd miss them — they just took it as some kind of miracle. After that, they went on to live good lives. Both got married, had kids. They stayed friends their whole lives. The only thing was — they never went out in the fog again. My grandfather used to say, "What if it happens again and I end up somewhere else? I already have a family now. I don't want to go anywhere anymore."