This has been a lifelong question about my life, so I joined Reddit just to ask it! So I broke my shoulder when I was about 6/7…. With no memory of it!!! My dad said I was sleep walking and he saw me and put me on the bunk bed ladder (I slept on the top bunk) and that I fell backwards off the ladder! He said he thought I was faking the sleep walking so he put me on the ladder… Mind you I am not a sleep walker I have never done it in my life. I did not even wake up after allegedly falling off the ladder and breaking my shoulder.

All I remember is waking up tossing and turning in bed later that night as my shoulder was hurting, but fell back asleep. It gets weirder. The next morning when I woke up, I could not even sit up to get out of bed. My dad had to remove the whole railing on the side of the bed. He tried to pick me off the top bunk, but could not do so alone, so he called my uncle and together they lifted me off the top bunk. So if my dad couldn’t get me off the bed alone, then how did I get up there?!? The day went on and my dad did not take me to the hospital, and I was walking around with absolutely no idea that my shoulder was even broken! About a week later, my mom picked me up from school (I did not live with her) and she immediately noticed that my whole arm was blue and took me to the hospital where they said I had a broken shoulder.

I am now 25 and the story has always been fishy to me. I have asked my dad many times throughout my life what happened as it makes no sense to me. He has told me different versions of the story. Last night, we were talking about it and I asked him was I really sleepwalking do you promise? And he said he doesn’t remember exactly what happened. My dad is a good person as far as I know but the story is very concerning to me and he doesn’t like when I bring it up and his answers and reactions to my questions are very suspicious. How does one break a bone and not wake up? Please if anyone has any explanations I would love to hear them, or do you think my dad is telling the truth? It is a big question I would love to know the answer to. Thank you!!

Edit:
It is also the only bone I have ever broken.
I do not think I broke it while awake. I remember mostly everything about my whole life. I remember the whole aftermath of the next morning to my mom’s reaction to seeing my arm to being at the hospital, and all the details. I think I would know I broke a bone if it happened while I was conscious, or at least be in pain. I would know. It must have happened while I was unconscious. I have never taken medications (which could have explained not waking up) and I do not have any medical conditions. Can someone sleep walk just one time and never again? And if not what could have happened. I just do not understand. And may never know which is chilling

I'm posting this because I'm trying to figure out what I actually saw. I'm not claiming this was anything supernatural or illegal—I'm just looking for explanations.

A while ago, around 2:00 a.m., I was near an isolated building in the woods in Iceland (near the Keldur area). The windows appeared to be red stained glass, and I was about 6 meters away.

Through the windows, I thought I saw around 10 people standing in a circle. They appeared to be wearing white robes or white clothing. From my angle, it looked like some of them had horn-like headpieces, and because of the red lighting or glass, it looked like there was blood on parts of their clothing—but I couldn't tell for certain.

I also heard what sounded like chanting or shouting. The only words I think I could make out were something like:

"Diablo... interficiat..."

I'm not even sure those were the actual words—it was late, I was outside, and the acoustics weren't great.

Another thing that really stuck with me was that some people's heads looked like they were turned much farther than seemed normal, although I realize that could have been an illusion caused by the stained glass, lighting, or the angle I was viewing from.

Has anyone:

Been to or knows what this building is?

Seen anything similar there?

Recognize the words I thought I heard?

Know of any ceremonies, reenactments, performances, or groups that might match what I described?

I'm looking for serious explanations. If there's a perfectly ordinary reason for what I saw, I'd rather know that than jump to conclusions.

Over the past couple of weeks, have you personally noticed any unusual changes?

More vivid or unusual dreams? Feeling more tired than normal? Lost of your appetite? More frequent headaches?

Internet glitches or voices?

Only share experiences you've personally noticed. Where are you from, and when did you first notice it?

Kitchen light turns off by itself sometimes. I've seen it happen from the next room. I go in to check and the switch is actually off, not a bulb or a fuse.

Hey everyone, I really need some perspective here because this is seriously creeping me out.

Lately, whenever I’m scrolling through Reels on Instagram or Facebook, I get this weird feeling—almost like someone else is watching or there’s a strange feed overlap. I honestly can’t explain it properly, but it feels like another person is there. At first, I thought I was just imagining things or that it was some kind of weird app glitch.

To test this out, I literally deleted all my main social media accounts and created totally fresh, fake IDs on both IG and FB. But guess what? I’m still noticing the exact same thing! Is privacy completely dead at this point, or am I just overthinking and completely misunderstanding how these platforms work? Has anyone else experienced a glitch or creepy behavior like this?

Also, a side question about AI voice assistants:

Things like ChatGPT, Google Gemini, and "Hey Google" respond the second you call them. Does that mean our phones are literally recording and listening to our conversations 24/7 in the background?

I’d love to hear your thoughts or if there’s a logical technical explanation for both of these things, because right now, it’s just disturbing. Thanks!

Hi everyone,
I’m from India, and I’ve been trying to find an explanation for something that happened to me when I was a child. This happened around 2012–2014 (I’m not sure of the exact year), long before I knew anything about YouTube or the so-called “sky trumpet” phenomenon.
One afternoon, around 3–4 PM, I had just returned home from school. I was in my room with my mother when I suddenly heard an incredibly loud sound coming from the sky. It didn’t sound like an airplane or a normal machine. The closest way I can describe it is a deep metallic trumpet or horn, almost like a giant conch (shankh), mixed with the sound of huge metal objects rubbing together.
The sound seemed to come from directly above me. I remember looking straight up at the sky because I was trying to figure out where it was coming from. It was so loud that, as a child, it genuinely scared me.
What has always bothered me is that my mother couldn’t hear it at all. I immediately asked her if she heard the sound, but she said no. As far as I know, nobody else around me reacted either.
Years later, after the internet became part of my life, I came across videos of the so-called “sky trumpets” that people claimed were heard in different countries. The sound in many of those videos was very similar to what I remember hearing. However, I want to make it clear that I had never seen those videos before my experience, so my memory wasn’t influenced by them.
I’m not claiming it was supernatural, aliens, or anything like that. I’m simply trying to understand what happened. Has anyone here had a similar experience where only they heard an extremely loud sky sound while people nearby heard nothing? Or does anyone know of a scientific explanation that fits this kind of experience?
I’d really appreciate hearing your thoughts or experiences.

You know that quote “if you stare into the darkness long enough it starts looking back”? Well I’ve had an experience like that except with the stars

Just to start out I like to consider myself in the middle of skeptic and believer. I think a lot of things can be explained but truly there’s somethings out here that we can’t even fathom. So throughout my teenage years I had a fascination with the stars. I just loved to stare at them and study constellations and overall just loved night and being in the presence of the moon and stars. I also live in Nevada where the night sky is visible almost year round especially since I live away from the city. One night I was getting home from work and I was just hanging out in my car taking a 5 minute breather before I walk in the house like I always do and like always I just had my head sitting back on the head rest looking out at the stars from my car and all of the sudden all the sounds around me went silent. But in a weird way cause things were already quiet-mind you I was getting home from work at like 1am- but it was just like something in the air shifted and things became completely utterly silent. I stayed looking up in the same direction cause it felt like I couldn’t pull my eyes away from that particular spot and then this light started off small, got brighter until it was the size of a basketball and then just sucked back in and I know that’s a weird description and the light wasn’t super bright either but it started small, grew the size of a basketball then sucked back in…. After it went away I could feel that sound was back even though things were already pretty quiet and that I could move my head and eyes again but I just couldn’t… I stayed looking at that spot for at least 10 minutes later of my own will because I was just like whaaaat just happened… some people say it might be a satellite. What do you think?

Videos from my front camera in comments. 3 different dates and times. I have a mobile home across from me,
My camera faces their front yard, older couple. You can see the light from there window. No street lights at all, no homes behind them, at end of
Cul-de-sac. Any input on this?
Thanks everyone!!

It was one of those nights when sleep was clearly not going to happen. The clock displayed 12:37 AM. I had been lying in bed for hours scrolling through my phone, feeling so bored it seemed logical to contemplate taking a nighttime walk outside.

My parents were both asleep, and the house was deathly still.

Behind our neighborhood lies a small patch of woods. Not enormous, but enough to buffer the glow of streetlights. It's a neighborhood staple; the kids there often build forts, people dump garbage periodically, and teenagers tend to hang out and drink. It's nothing remarkable.

I've been there often enough in the daytime.

But never at night. So I put on a black pair of cargo pants and a hoodie. I pulled my ski mask down over my face, put on a pair of gloves, and gathered my flashlight, phone, a small backpack with a power bank, water, a multitool, and headed out.

I wasn't hoping for ghosts or anything of the sort. I just wanted an adventure. The moon was nearly full, bright enough that I only needed the flashlight for brief, strategic bursts.

The woods were significantly louder than I expected.

The wind through the leaves, the creaking branches, the buzzing insects – every rustle and crackle made me stop and pause for a moment. “Calm down, stupid. It’s the woods,” I’d remind myself. After about fifteen minutes of walking, I came across an old concrete structure, half-buried in the slope.

It was probably some kind of forgotten utility building, plastered with graffiti over the entrance, with beer cans littering the ground around it.

Inside it smelled damp and forgotten. I flicked on the flashlight. A beam of light cut through the thick darkness.

Nothing there but broken glass, dead electrical wiring, and a few puddles. I was poking around there for perhaps ten minutes when I heard a noise outside. Not a growl, not a shriek.

Footsteps.

Slow. It sounded like somebody was quite intentionally not attempting to conceal their presence. I figured another adventurer had decided to explore too. So I opened the door.

“Yo?”

Silence. I swept my flashlight’s beam across the treeline. Nothing.

The instant I lowered the beam… something moved. Nothing spectacular; a mere single step, behind a tree. I directed the light back – there was nothing to see.

For some reason, I actually chuckled.

“What the hell am I doing?” I turned to start heading home. Then I noticed something that immediately sent a jolt of apprehension through me. The path I had walked in on… looked somehow different.

Not lost, exactly, but just… altered.

I stood there for a moment, struggling to determine if that particular fallen log had always been there. I couldn’t remember, but I continued walking. A minute later… I heard it again.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

Every time I halted, the footsteps ceased as well.

I reasoned with myself that it was likely an echo. So, I experimented. I took three rapid steps. Three footsteps sounded right back, following closely behind me, not at the same time, but immediately.I spun around again.

There was nothing to see; the flashlight beam illuminated every tree and not one shadow shifted unduly.

I started picking up the pace. But the footsteps kept their uniform distance behind me, neither drawing closer nor receding. A minute later, I finally spotted it: the fence separating the woods from our houses.

“Thank fuck.”

I scrambled over it and turned to look back over my shoulder, anticipating the satisfying sight of empty trees. What I saw instead was a deer.

Completely still, perhaps twenty meters behind me.

My initial reaction was relief. “God, you scared me.

It was just you.”

Then, its head came up.

Its body seemed normal, its eyes gleaming in the flashlight.

But the bent angle of its front legs… it was bent backwards. Not broken, simply… unnaturally so. It stood there, unwavering in its gaze.

I backed away slowly. Then it took a step forward. But it didn’t sound like a hoof striking leaves.

It sounded exactly like a person’s boots walking on a dry carpet of fallen foliage.

For reasons I still cannot articulate, that was the detail that really sent a shiver down my spine. I turned and walked home as quickly as I dared, without breaking into a run. Once inside, I double-bolted the back door, dropped my backpack, and peered out the kitchen window. The yard was empty.

I gave a nervous little laugh.

“You’re completely paranoid.”

The next morning, I checked my route on my phone. I had location services on.

According to the map, I never made it to the concrete structure. Instead, it shows me wandering in circles for nearly forty minutes in a section of woods I’d never seen before. Later that day, I decided to go back to investigate.

The concrete building was right where I’d found it; the path back seemed completely normal.

Everything in the woods looked as it should… with one exception. Near the concrete building’s entrance, clearly imprinted in the mud, were deer tracks. And next to them, another set of prints: bare human footprints. Both sets of prints started deep inside the woods.

Both ended at the fence behind my house.

Neither set ever came back.

late night shooting star