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21 people share creepy coincidences that made them believe in the paranormal.

Regardless of whether you&#39;re deeply religious or strictly atheist, there are some inexplicable moments that leave even the most cynical thinkers scratching their heads in awe.Sometimes it&#39;s easier to trust and accept that maybe your dead relative did send you a message, or the weird man who mysteriously protects you from accidents is a guardian angel, because some experiences are truly impossible to explain away, and we don&#39;t all have Columbo&#39;s detective skills.In a popular Reddit thread, OP shared their own bizarre experience in a cemetery and asked others to jump in with similarly creepy, inexplicable moments in their lives.1. From OP: Walking through a graveyard yesterday, I stepped on a broken piece of a headstone with just my birthday inscribed on it (Pic included).  http://i.imgur.com/Zznhj.jpg I think the creepiest part about it was that it was just sitting there, no other broken pieces near it, and I happened to step right on it.  EDIT: Wow! Thank you all for sharing! I am sufficiently creeped out and probably won&#39;t sleep tonight (that&#39;s okay, I have to write a 30 pg. paper this weekend anyways). I really appreciate the response - Especially as many comments have been quite personal/pertain to loved ones that have passed. To answer a few recurring questions:  As to what I was doing in the cemetery - This is in my hometown. When I lived there, I walked through this graveyard weekly. I&#39;ve always loved cemeteries, they are just extremely peaceful and beautiful. Probably the strangest thing about the experience is the fact I&#39;ve walked the path I found it on countless times. It wasn&#39;t there before, I certainly would have noticed. However that stone got underfoot, it got there in the past few months. No, I didn&#39;t keep it. I&#39;m not superstitious, but I wouldn&#39;t feel right about taking it. I did move it off the path, and perched it up against a tree. SOO MANY GEMINIS!! On May 27th, I fully intend on raising a glass to all my reddit birthday-mates in penance for scaring the sh*t out of you when you loaded the picture....provided I&#39;m still alive. :)   2. From euphonious_munk: Six years ago, because of my drinking, I&#39;d been homeless for about 8 months. I&#39;d been at a shelter for a few weeks and one day, as I walked from the library back to the shelter for dinner, I decided I couldn&#39;t take anymore. I was ready to kill myself. That prior August my mother had passed away, so on the street that evening I said to her, &quot;I can&#39;t take it anymore, mom. Help me.&quot; Back at the shelter, after dinner, us bums waited for showers and bedtime. That evening the shelter had more residents than usual and many of them needed clean socks or underwear, etc.  On this night, it wasn&#39;t scheduled, but the shelter opened the basement where they kept donated clothes. I didn&#39;t need anything, but I was bored, so I went downstairs. I browsed the racks and didn&#39;t find anything to my liking so I headed for the stairs. That&#39;s where I found &#39;LeMutt&#39;. &#39;LeMutt&#39; is a toy, a little stuffed dog, and I&#39;d had one when I was a kid. In fact, I clearly remembered my mother and I in the store, 20+ years ago, buying him.  I was in 3rd grade then. I asked a volunteer if he knew where the dog came from. He shook his head. This was, and still is, a men&#39;s homeless shelter. People were not dropping-off stuffed animals for the junkies and drunks. I don&#39;t know where the dog came from, but I kept him. Still got him. Anyway, my life is much better, and different, today. I&#39;m set to graduate with a BFA next month. Life is really, really good. Thanks, Mom. I love you. 3. From saawariya: Around six or seven years ago, a large portion of my neighborhood burned down in the fires that swept through southern california. While helping my friend&#39;s family pick through the rubble of their home for anything that could be salvaged, I saw a speck of white paper in the midst of one of the more blackened areas. I picked it up and read it--the only text on this bit of paper, left over after the rest of the page had burned away, was &quot;from the ashes, new life is born&quot;. 4. From tomdwilliams: When I was about 12 I had a terrible nightmare in which two planes collided in mid-air. It was extremely vivid and I woke up in a panic. My bedroom was right next to the family bathroom and after about 30 mins of lying in bed freaking out I noticed the landing light come on and knew that a parent was heading to the bathroom. Now by twelve I wasn&#39;t the sort to bother my parents about nightmares any more, but I was convinced there was going to be a plane crash, so I rushed out to my mum and told her everything.  She said I was being stupid and that I should just read and try to get back to sleep. The next morning my mum comes rushing into my room and pulls me out of bed and has my dad with her. She asks me to tell him about my nightmare and then they both looked freaked out. They insisted that I went downstairs with them to watch the news. I thought they were pranking me or something but when I got down breakfast news was running a story about this. We later worked out that I&#39;d woken up around about the time the crash itself took place. Nothing like this has happened since. 5. From MultipleColoredChloe: A couple years back, I had a dream of my grandfather, who I was not particularly close to by any means. In my dream I saw his casket formally covered by an American flag-- he served in the military. He stood next to me in a room full of mourners and held my hand. He told me not to follow him out of the doors when he left. I watched him leave. When I woke up and went downstairs to get breakfast and call my father to tell him happy birthday, my older brother informed me that my grandfather had just passed away in his sleep while I also slept.  TL:DR: My father&#39;s father came to me in my dream on the night of his death to wish me goodbye, which was also on my father&#39;s birthday  Edit: As some of you have been asking, no, this experience did not change my religious views. The universe is a mystery and it only made me realize that some of us might be more aware of what happens in our subconscious. Also, I had no previous information before that morning that my grandfather was on his deathbed-- we weren&#39;t close family members and I was a teenager at the time so my family most likely did not see me as a priority to inform. He died of old age but did have severe Alzheimer&#39;s, although he seemed perfectly conscious and aware of what was happening in my dream. These experiences only make me wonder about the universe. 6. From DogsBlimpsShootCloth: When I was in 7th grade I had a serious crush on a girl. One day her mom was driving a bunch of us somewhere and everyone was talking and making jokes. I can&#39;t remember the exact conversation, but I had a moment of silence where it was my chance to make everyone laugh. I made a super lame joke that brought silence. My moment to impress was ruined.  Come 10 years later. I am driving a car with the kids of family friends. In the same seat in the back sits a kid that reminds me of me, and there is a girl in the front seat he likes. The EXACT conversation (something about not enough of us to do something) starts progressing. I look into the rear view mirror at the kid and was thinking &quot;don&#39;t say we will multiply. Don&#39;t say we will multiply!&quot; (Seriously wish I remember exactly what the conversation was). I was going to intervene before he said it but BAM he drops the same lame joke I did 10 years before. And it seriously had no context or comical value at all. I was in awe like I was psychic (a useless one apparently). I&#39;m assuming he did not get the girl either. 7. From Gravee: I went to the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum in Washington when I was 12. When you first go in, they give you this passport thing which tells you the story of someone who lived during the Holocaust. The one that I got had a young man whose birthday was the same as mine, except 50 years prior. The day I went to the museum was 50 years to the day since his death. 8. From Kamelot4211: I was walking through the woods one day, and I stumbled across a graveyard from the 1800&#39;s 1900&#39;s. I was just walking through and the first one that I saw was a little boy who died on the same day that I was born. The crazy part was that he and I had the same first and middle name. 9. From smokinbuzzard79: My friend had told me that I would find out within 3 weeks that I was pregnant and it would be a boy. 3 weeks later, to the day, I found out I was pregnant. I didn&#39;t find out that I was having a boy until 3 days before I had him. And my friend called me a month and a half before I had my son to tell me that I would have him on the 20th. Sure enough after 36 hours of labor I had my son on Nov. 20th. I always thought it was kinda creepy that she got it right. 10. From bizoid: Last december, I had a bad dream earlyish in the morning that my dad had stopped taking his liver medication and that he was going to die. In the dream, I asked why he had been so careless but he said that it was just his time. When I woke up, my sister texted me that dad was in the hospital. He passed away 3 weeks later due to, of course, liver complications from not taking his medication. 11. From windy444: It was nearing Christmas and one day when I came home from school my mother asked me to guess who we got a Christmas card from. Without hesitation I said, &quot;From the people who ran the little motel on our summer trip to Michigan.&quot; She was speechless. I was right and I was speechless too. 12. From ThisAverageGuy: On my 12th birthday I was on the way to the bike shop to get a new bike, I was with my dad, his girlfriend and my brother. We was still about 10 minutes away from the town center, so no where near the bike shop.  Some random, old, creepy looking guy came up to us, looked down at me and said; &quot;You buying a bike?&quot; I looked at my dad, confused and kinda scared.  We told him that we were on our way to buy a bike. He then started going on about how I MUST get a helmet and wear it ALL the time! We was a little freaked out but we just assumed he was a weirdo and just forgot about it.  A few hours later I was riding through the park on my new bike and I fell off. I didn&#39;t fall very hard and landed on grass so it was cool. As I went to get up brush myself off, I looked up and he was just standing there, looking disappointed and shaking his head. He thing shook his index finger at me and said; &quot;I told you to wear a helmet.&quot; At this point I just sh*t myself and rode as fast as I could home!  What is even weirder though is the fact that I have moved about 40-50 miles away since then and I still see him every once in a while. I don&#39;t believe in guardian angels but it just creeps me out. 13. From IslaSorna: When we were kids a group of us used to hang around near a small stream. One night we were there I got a really bad feeling, and told my friends I was going home. I begged them to come with me, but only one did. I practically legged it up the hill from the stream, I was so afraid. The next day I found out the girls that stayed got beaten by a girl gang less than fifteen minutes after I and our friend had left.  Still freaks me how I knew to get outa there. 14. From throwawayyyy33: My grandmother was in hospice back when I was still in high school. My aunt&#39;s family and my mom and all my siblings went to see her. As is common, she was pretty drugged with all kinds of morphine and wasnt making much sense. Didnt know who we were. Gibberish really. but she would keep mentioning, there was people near the ceiling and stuff. My aunt and mom kept trying to talk to her, asking if she was comfortable etc. Then all of a sudden, she turns her head and stares at me. In the clearest voice I&#39;d heard from her all day, she says, &quot;oh my, there&#39;s a little one next to you&quot;, and smiles.  Still freaks me out. 15. From godzilla_rocks: My brother&#39;s name is Kelly. A few times, strangers have stopped near him and flatly say, &quot;Kelly.&quot; Then keep walking. A waiter did it once, he stood right behind his chair with a full plate of dirty dishes, stopping to pronounce &quot;Kelly&quot;, then moving along. It happened a lot when we were on our way to work or school. 16. From Drrrkk: Probably too late to the party here, but in high school there was a kid who had the same middle and last name as me, the same birthday, and our parents had the same names. Not even kidding. It blew my mind. 17. From AnAbundance_ofCats: Well, for me it would be when I moved from Massachusetts to where I am now.  There were these two kids that lived in my now hometown, a brother and a sister. The brother and sister were the same ages as my brother and I, respectively. The boy and my brother&#39;s names both started with &quot;T&quot;, and the girl and my names both started with &quot;A&quot;. The boy was more of an athletic type, while the girl was more into art; also like my brother and I. I was a girlscout in my town in MA before, and I joined one of the troops when I got here, and it was the troop that the girl had been in. Three days before we moved in, the two kids were hit by a drunk driver and killed. It was pretty damn eerie... 18. From Sarcasm_and_stuff: After my great-aunt Lynn passed away, my other great-aunt Cynthia was walking home in the rain. Obviously she was pretty sad. She said, &quot;Lynn, show me some proof that you&#39;re still here.&quot;  My aunt Lynn collected these rare things called Indian medicine bags. Somehow, Cynthia found one on the ground in the rain. Inside there were six paper dolls- four girls and two guys. One of the girls was wearing pants.  The coincidence? In her family, there are four sisters and two brothers. Aunt Lynn always wore pants. 19. From AC0CA: When I was 17, I worked at Red Lobster. I closed the kitchen, so I was one of the last people to leave somewhere between midnight and 1 AM. Being as late as it was, some of the city&#39;s bus routes were already done for the day and only the heavy traffic ones were still running. Due to this inconvenience, I had to take a bus that dropped me off several city blocks away from home, leaving me with a twenty minute walk home.  This lead me through a graveyard in the middle of a neighborhood, one of the oldest in the city. It had a small street that ran through it with streetlights, but both ends had a gate stopping vehicular traffic, only allowing pedestrians through and headstones line either side instead of sidewalks. Creepy enough at night, but it was faster than walking around, especially since the cemetery was wide and narrow.  At this particular point, I had been walking through here at least once a week coming home from work, so I grew fairly comfortable there and would even sometimes just check out headstones instead of walking straight home. This one night, however, things changed.  I was walking up to the cemetery&#39;s street, cutting through a grocery store parking lot, just wanting to get home to bed. As I walked up the side street leading to the pedestrian entrance, the streetlights in the cemetery shut off. All of them. At once.  &quot;Weird,&quot; I thought, but I carried on. My bed was calling me. I walk through the gate and the first light turned on, basking me in it&#39;s glow. I slowed, looked around and saw nothing unusual so I continued. Coming to the edges of this lone lamp, the second light flickered on, stopping me in my tracks. I pull my already quietened headphones out of my ears, getting scared and searching for an answer.  Still nothing. I pick up my pace, briskly walking through this second pool of light, noticing that the first pool has disappeared as I leave it behind. Getting up to the third light, it flashes to life while the second one dims out, much like my bravado by now. This continues on all the way through, the lights turning on and off as I enter and leave them, jogging out of fear.  As I make my escape, the lights all off for now, I think about how creepy it would be if they all turned on now... But they didn&#39;t. At least, not until I was across the street from the graveyard, causing me to break into a run for the rest of the way home.  I&#39;ve told this to many friends, and always get the &quot;it was probably just motion sensors&quot;. It wasn&#39;t. I continued to use that path and had a couple of other less freaky experiences, but never again did I have the lights protect(?) me in such a way. 20. From Mr_Monster: When I was eight years old a man walked up behind me, called my name and said, &quot;You won&#39;t remember me, but we are proud of you. We are watching you. Be good now. You are important.&quot;  I ran inside the barber shop to my mom and told her. She went outside, but there was no one there. Ever since then I&#39;ve felt like I&#39;m being watched, but that I&#39;m destined for something special. Epic troll possibly, but inspiring none the less. 21. From turnipstealer: My mum once had a terrible dream that something awful had happened in the town we used to live in. We hadn&#39;t lived there for 5+ years. Just out of curiousity she checked their local newspaper online and in the obituaries section she saw that my best friend from when I lived there had died of cancer a couple of days previous. Not being one for paranormal/ghost/psychic stuff, this one had me stumped.  

Some moments are too weird to explain away.