—catgoesmoo —virowi1111 I tried to shrug it off, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. I texted him while on our walk to see where he went. Nothing. Two hours later, he texted me back saying he’d just gotten off work and was on his way home. I asked why he came home earlier, and he said he’d been at work the whole time, since they were really busy that morning. I called maintenance to see if they entered my apartment, since they were the only other people to have a key, but they didn’t. Then who the hell came into my apartment wearing my husband’s clothes????" —Anonymous —clr2sea —rkrause I confronted my parents about it, and they had no knowledge of how it got there. They had no idea it had even been lost. The whole situation was very weird. I have no idea how my key just vanished to reappear months later. It apparently had a profound effect on me, because in 35 years I have never lost another set of keys." —Anonymous —Anonymous —Anonymous —Anonymous —Anonymous I let her in and spent the next 10 minutes pushing and trying to get my fingers under the cat flap to see if she could have opened it, but it was definitely locked tight and not broken. We have no idea how she got out. My husband didn’t get up in the night nor did I, and we definitely saw her at 11 p.m. when we went to sleep. I’m genuinely baffled. She’s the only ginger cat in our area and is distinctive in her markings and meow, so it was definitely ours I let in! So confused, definitely either a glitch in the matrix, or our cat has learned to teleport without telling us." —Anonymous —Anonymous The next morning, I asked him again what all that had been about. He told me that he had a dream that I needed help and he was searching for me, but couldn’t find me. He woke up from the dream and saw me sleeping, but there were glowing red lights around my eyes. Seconds later I woke up, the glowing orbs disappeared, and my memory of the night begins. He said he ran downstairs because he was so freaked out that he panicked. I didn’t sleep at his house for at least a month after that. I did end up marrying him, though, and even 10 years later we can’t explain it. Needless to say, we live in a different house now." —Anonymous —Anonymous —Anonymous Well, imagine my surprise when I watched all three of my roommates walk in through the front door together. No one but me had been home all day, and none of them had guests in the house. I was sitting in full view of the front door and the only stairs the entire evening. I checked all over the upstairs rooms for an intruder, but never did figure out what happened. It still freaks me out to think about." —Anonymous The cops launched a formal investigation on the family and tried to contact the parents. The girl didn’t come to school after that day; the apartment remained empty. Then some weeks later, the cops found her dad’s workplace — a chemical factory near a swamp. The workers said he hadn’t shown up to work for weeks. Later that night, they found him dead in the swamp. The apartment was sealed and locked; nobody from the outside was allowed at the building anymore. The next day, my dad got a call from his friend who lived in the building, saying he saw the twins again, this time with her mother. The cops were alerted, but they couldn’t find them. A few days later, someone found the girl’s body. They said she died around the same time as her dad. To this day, no one knows what happened to them, who the twins where, why they came here, why the girl trusted me and taught me Hebrew, or where they are now. They were never seen again, the building was torn down shortly, and all further news about it was covered up. I still believe that she trusted me to help her get out from whatever twisted thing was going on in her family. I wonder if I had been there just a little earlier, if perhaps she and her dad would still be alive." —Anonymous
