25 Puzzling Experiences That Still Can’t Be Explained

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There’s this guy who I kept running into everywhere I went. At first, I didn’t notice it.. but overtime, I realized that I kept seeing him more. When I looked back on my memories to whenever a stranger has said something to me, I realized that it was always him. I could turn a corner and he’d be right there. I’ve seen him even when I wasn’t in my home state. It was the most bizarre thing ever. I started to wonder if I was hallucinating him. My friend suggested that maybe he was a ghost.. or a stalker. When I decided I’d confront him, he disappeared. He stopped showing up around school, at my job, on the bus I took. I never saw him again.

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One evening, I did the dishes after coming home from my second shift job because I couldn’t sleep. All of the dishes were done, put away, etc. I went upstairs and watched Dexter until 4am. Around 2am I heard someone come into the house and rummage around the kitchen. I assumed it was one of my brothers, who were 16 and 17 at the time, who had come home and had the munchies. Thought nothing of it until the next morning, when I got a phone call from one of them to pick them both up from a friend’s house. I was kind of like, “So who was in the kitchen…” Turns out someone came into the house, ate a bowl of cereal (because they left the bowl on the empty countertop with milk still in it), and left again. At 2am.

19.

Saturday night playing Skyrim while high and there’s a knock at the door. I’m thinking, “Yay! Pizza pizza me so hungy!” Wrong. It wasn’t the pizza man. It was the oldest Chinese man I have ever seen. He started yelling at me in Chinese, so I let him in, he sat down and I gave him a glass of water. He downed it, used my bathroom and then just left, never to be seen again.

20.

One morning I woke up to a strange male voice calling ‘Hello?’ from the other room. I knew my roommate and her boyfriend weren’t around and I started to panic. I responded with a ‘hello’ of my own, trying to sound confident. This strange guy opens my bedroom door and says. ‘Hey, do you have a cigarette?’ I was like, ‘Uh, no, who are you and what are you doing in my apartment?’ He proceeds to tell me that he woke up on my couch, wrapped in a nice snug blanket, and figured I had probably let him crash after a night of drinks at the bar. I was out at the same bar but only had one drink (strange for me at the time but I was kind of sick so I had one drink and went home around 11 with full recall of the rest of the night). After he lingered for an awkward amount of time I asked him to leave and he did and no harm was done, but I still have no clue how he got into my apartment or why he would’ve made himself at home.

Written by Irvi Torremoro

Irvi Torremoro is an Austinite by way of Las Vegas. She's worked in various outlets in food & beverage and is now focused on writing, eating all the things, talking about Beyonce, and petting all the puppies. She runs flavorandbounty.com, a lifestyle blog about people in the service industry.