*Cue the "X-Files" theme song*
In the Closet
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My mom told me this:
In my parent’s bedroom was this really large master closet. It was technically just one closet, but it had two door going into it. Between the two doors was a high shelf and a hanging rod for clothes. So it functioned like two separate walk-in closets but you could walk from one to the other by ducking under any clothes hung in the middle.
One night she was in her side of the closet and she saw through the gap between the shelf and the clothes rod my dad walk into his side of the closet. She heard the metal coat hangers sliding as he looked for something to wear and saw the clothes in the middle sway as they were brushed from the other side. From her side of the closet she started talking to him about something random.
Then she heard the bathroom door open. She poked her head out of the closet to see my dad clearly just emerging from the shower. Walked to look into his side of the closet and…nothing. And up until the moment she poked her head out to look at the bathroom door, she will swear to you she could still see my dad in that closet. (meanestflower)
Find a penny, pick it up…
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This is late and pretty stupid,but why not. I was once showering and after about 10 minutes in the shower I hear something ping and hit the floor. I looked down and saw a penny. I was pretty perplexed as you can imagine, but figured whatever I’ll keep it as I imagined it could be good luck.
I kept the penny in my wallet for a few years in a zipped side pouch, I never really told anyone because it was kind of pointless to talk a random penny I was superstitious about. So a few years later while at a music festival, a girl in our tent woke up to a penny in her butt crack. We all laughed it off as having a wild night. However I remembered the penny I had, and when I looked in the zipped pouch I was shocked to find it was gone. I told my friends and they didn’t believe me. I think they threw that penny away too.
TL:DR Teleporting a$$ penny. (actuallyactuarial)
Phone a Friend
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I’m not the kind of person to have a great many friends – but those friends I do keep are sacred to me.
So one evening I was getting out of a Rotterdam subway (blaak) to go to my apartment near there, when I see an old friend, one I haven’t seen in the flesh in a few years heading into the subway. I call out his name, he turns, waves and makes this “Call me” gesture – then the doors close and the subway rides off.
Thirty seconds later, my phone rings. It was my friend, who told me he’d just seen me get in the (normal) train he’d used to get home from the bar – Apparently, I had grinned, waved, gestured “Call me!”, the door shut and the train drove off.
I lived in Rotterdam. He lived in Enschede. That’s just over 200km apart. (or about 125 miles) (I_Am_Anjelen)