Story 1

While on a business trip abroad, I received a text from my wife on the third day, urgently asking me to come home because our son had been in an accident. Panicked, I immediately rushed back. But when I arrived, she was confused.

“I didn’t send you a text,” she said.

I showed her my phone. Her face went pale.

“I didn’t text you! I decided our son is fine.”

Yet, the message was right there, sent from her number. She turned to me, her voice unsteady.

“I swear, I didn’t send that. I was actually planning to surprise you on your trip—I found out I was pregnant the day you left. But then I started feeling sick and changed my mind.”

A wave of happiness washed over me at the thought of becoming a father again. But then an unsettling realization crept in. Neither of us could explain the message. And then we noticed something else—another text we hadn’t seen before.

“Be careful. Your boy isn’t well.”

We tried to figure out who could have sent the messages, but with no leads, we eventually dismissed it, assuming my phone had been hacked. Those were the only strange texts we ever received, so we moved on.

Months later, my wife suffered an unexpected miscarriage. We lost a baby boy.

It’s been ten years, and I still get chills thinking about it.

Story 2

For years, my friends and I would meet at a coffee shop almost every night. There were six of us, always hanging out, playing board games, and talking until late.

One summer, a guy named Isaac started showing up. He was our age, from out of state, staying with his grandparents for a few months. He became part of our group, blending in like he had always been there. I’d even give him rides home after our meetups.

At the end of the summer, he went back home, and since this was before social media, we never heard from him again.

Fast forward five years. Our group had drifted apart, but we reunited one holiday and started reminiscing about old times. I casually mentioned Isaac, wondering what happened to him.

Blank stares.

No one knew who I was talking about.

I thought they were messing with me, but when I found an old photo and emailed it to everyone, not a single person recognized him.

It’s been over a decade, and still, I’m the only one who remembers Isaac.

Story 3

My mom gave me a ring that once belonged to my late grandmother. It was too big for my fingers, so I wore it on a chain around my neck.

One day, while sitting in class, I absentmindedly played with it while doing my work. It was there the entire time. But when school let out and I was heading home, I suddenly realized it was gone.

Panic set in. I retraced my steps, went back to class, searched everywhere—nothing. I was devastated.

When I got home, I walked into my room and froze.

The ring and chain were placed neatly at the center of my pillow.

It looked as if someone had carefully placed it there.

Story 4

My dad used to date a woman I absolutely despised. She was 20 years younger than him and clearly a gold-digger.

While studying abroad, I texted my cousin, asking if she’d come with me to visit a witch when I got back. I wanted to do some spells against my dad’s girlfriend.

I boarded my flight home, and the woman sitting next to me struck up a conversation. Somehow, she started telling me about her father, and her story was eerily identical to mine—same situation, same details.

Then, out of nowhere, she locked eyes with me and said:

“Stay away from witchcraft.”

She had no way of knowing.

And what are the odds that, 11,000 kilometers away from home, a complete stranger would randomly bring up witchcraft?

Story 5

For a few weeks, I’d been experiencing pregnancy symptoms. Having been pregnant before, I knew what it felt like. I took tests daily, but the results were always faint.

One night, I felt so sick that I had to stay awake by an open window, struggling with nausea and a pounding headache. By morning, I was convinced—I was definitely pregnant. When I tested again, I got a very faint positive.

Curious, I asked my twin sister if she had been feeling unwell lately.

“Yeah, actually,” she said. “Last night, I was up feeling sick. Why?”

I hesitated. “I’ve been feeling awful too.”

She paused, then sent me a pregnancy scan.

“It’s early, so don’t tell anyone yet.”

Two days later, I got my period.

Story 6

Years ago, I was at work when my coworker, S, had a massive seizure. He had never had one before. Everyone panicked, unsure what to do.

Then, out of nowhere, a man calmly stepped forward and gently held S down, preventing him from hitting a desk. He stayed with him until the seizure passed.

Then he stood up and said, “The ambulance should be here soon. My work here is done.”

And he left.

The weird thing? No one knew who he was.

It wasn’t until S was taken to the hospital that we realized we had never seen that man before. Our office required keycard access, and we weren’t open to the public. There were only twelve of us working there, and he wasn’t one of us.

So who the hell was he?