"Did I Meet My Daughter Decades Before She Was Born?" People Are Sharing The Unsettling "Unsolved Mysteries" They've Personally Experienced

"I found 28 random photos taken on my flip phone at around 1 a.m.... My phone was charging on my dresser."

February 22, 2025 · 32 min · 6812 words · Scott Torres

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" I find 28 random picture taken on my snotty-nosed earpiece at around 1 a.m …. My earphone was institutionalize on my chest of drawers . "

WARNING : This post contains mention of furiousness , death , and felo-de-se . Please proceed with caution .

It’s finally Halloween time, aka time to scare the living daylights out of ourselves and drink cozy, pumpkin-flavored beverages just because. In the spirit of spooky season, IaskedBuzzFeed readersto tell me something that’d give me full-body goosebumps. Specifically, I asked for their best “unsolved mysteries” — the strange, unbelievable things they’ve experienced in their own lives that they can’t seem to find a logical explanation for. As always, hundreds of people just like you shared some downright unsettling tales. Here are 24 of the very best, creepiest ones:

1.“One evening when I was around 7–8 years old and home alone with my younger sisters, we were playing in the guest bedroom when I heard my mother’s voice call me. It was loud and clear, telling me to come to the kitchen. I honestly thought my mom had gotten home, so I went down to the kitchen with my sisters. Mom was nowhere to be found. As soon as we did, there was a loud crashing sound coming from upstairs. Turns out the entire roof in the guest bedroom we’d been playing in had caved in. My mom came home half an hour later to three terrified kids and me telling her this story. This wasn’t the only incident in the house where I heard her calling me when she wasn’t even home, either.”

— Anonymous

2.“My father used to exchange Christmas cards with his great aunt who lived in Liverpool. We lived in London, but one year, we drove to Blackpool to see the lights. On the way home, he decided to go to stop in and see her in Liverpool. Except when we tried to find her house, it was nowhere to be found. The street existed, but the house number did not. We asked the local postman, and he told us that it simply didn’t exist anymore. Apparently, that home had been bombed in the war and never rebuilt. We never received another card from her again.”

3.“My sister (14) has a very type-A personality, whereas I (15) certainly do not. At the time, we were the only two people who had bedrooms in the basement of our childhood home. My other siblings and parents lived on the upstairs/second floor. For her birthday one year, my sister was given a doorbell for her room. The button hung on the outside hall connected by wire to a small speaker inside her room, and it would ‘ding-dong’ when the button was pushed. Every time I walked by her room, I’d ring the doorbell, just to tease her. After getting sick of my teasing, she’d taken the doorbell down.”

" A few weeks , or months , subsequently , I got home late from hang out with friends , and everyone in the menage was deceased . I take the air by her room ( room access shut , lights off ) assuming she was asleep , went into my room , and got quick for bottom . Just after I laid down , her buzzer started ringing . Like , a frenzied ring over and over and over . She was know for being a deep sleeper and slumber through just about anything , so I called to her from my bed telling her to turn it off . She ignored me after several attempts .

nark , I jumped out of bed and cast her door clear to make her call on it off … only to find her seam made and her room empty . She was n’t even there — she had slept over at a booster ’s house that Nox . The doorbell was still madly ringing , and I could hear that it was under her bed . I pull it out and advertize the button which made it stop . I have no account for why it would ’ve lead off going off ; it had never done that before and never did again . It still gives me the weirdo every time I think about it ! "

4.“I was driving back to college from home in 2015. I was in my 2006 Jeep that did not have a built-in aux or USB port. Instead, I used a device plugged into the cigarette lighter and had an aux cord that went into the headphone jack on my phone. I then had to pick a radio station that didn’t have a signal in my area and could play music from my phone through it. It also had a separate USB port on the cigarette lighter device so I could charge your phone and play music at the same time. This particular time, I had my phone charging but not plugged into the aux cord. I was listening to a radio show about conspiracy theories. I distinctly remember a story about aliens.”

" I did n’t have Google Maps direction on because it was a route I was very intimate with . All of a sudden , the radio show was interrupt by Siri say , ' In 10 miles , turn pull up stakes onto Munising Ave . ' Which was unearthly , because I was roughly 10 miles from my next turn , and that was the road I was theorise to turn onto .

I ask the radio show to begin up again , and I assumed I ’d missed a few seconds of it , but the horde acknowledged the interruption . They state , ' Woah ! That was uncanny . Not sure what happened there ! Sorry about that , folks . ' It ’s one uncanny affair for my nonexistent map route to announce my turn through the tuner gimmick I ’m not connected to . But it ’s another for the radio boniface to acknowledge that something weird had hap ! "

5.“My grandmother died when I was about 5 years old. I knew her, visited her, and still have lovely memories of her to this day. I like to think we were decently close despite only knowing her for a short time. My mom had a bunch of her jewelry that I was allowed to play dress-up with, and there was a ring in particular I just loved. It was a small little gold ring with jade-like stones on it, and I only ever wore it at home because my mom didn’t want it to get lost. I was very responsible for a child — I never got into mischief or disobeyed my parents, so I respected the rules set for things I could play with (there were other pieces of jewelry and some of her clothes I dressed up in, too). But I LOVED this ring, I don’t know why, but it was just special. One day, I couldn’t find it. Thinking it got buried in my dress-up box, I just kinda moved on from trying to find it (I think I was only, like, 6–7 at the time). After a bit of time, I had forgotten about it.”

" I was at my childhoodbest friend ’s plate one weekend , and we were playing outside in her driveway . This was a few years subsequently , I consider we were about 8–9 . It was just her birthday , so we were play with her new motor scooter she had gotten , literally just plump in circles in her drive with it . She lived about 45 minutes from my home , and 99 % of the time , I was visiting her . As she was on her sea scooter , she stopped and picked up something from the dry land , and said , ' Oh cool , reckon at this doughnut ! ' I went over to look , and it was MY GRANDMOTHER ’S RING ! It was unmistakably hers .

I had NEVER brought it over to her house before , let alone worn it outside of mine . I eff for a fact it was n’t in a pocket because it would ’ve surely fall out preferably at home or even elsewhere . She did n’t even be intimate about the universe of the ring either , and I make love she would have never stolen something from me while visiting ( she was rarely at my home ) . I was thoroughly freaked out , as was my mom . My Quaker and her mom were also confused . It was like it had literally fall down out of the sky , but to this solar day I still have no mind how this tiny ring ended up there . My mom had told me that a few time while she was scavenge the bathing tub in our home plate shortly after my grandmother passed , centime would just fall in front of her out of nowhere and clang around the bathing tub . Apparently , that is a sign that someone who slip away is watching over you . I care to think she sent the ring back knowing I stopped looking for it . "

6.“My friend and I were in grade 12. In India, there is festival of lights which is celebrated widely with the exchange of sweet meats to family members. My friend called me to accompany him to visit his grandmother (not technically his real grandma, but he called her that). We went to her house and knocked on her door quite a few times, but we got no response. We were about to turn back when we heard the squish-squashing of bathroom slippers, so we waited. The door opened after some time, and we were invited in by an older lady. My friend hugged her, and we sat in the living room.”

" We chit - chatted for some time , during which my friend require her why the theater was such a mess . She said she was already too old , it was difficult for her to take tutelage of the house , and she was counting her day .

After we left , we went to a nearby workshop just outside the gate for a fag . The shopkeeper go on looking at us as if he had ascertain a ghost . There was no answer , even when we started ask questions . After few seconds , he got up and left the shop . Then , we visualize a few other market keeper converge on us from all direction .

When they came closer , they asked who we were and what were we doing inside that chemical compound where the old lady last . My friend explained everything , and the market keeper were dismayed . They revealed that it ’s been five geezerhood since the onetime lady had died , and that they had to break start the room access to take her body out . We obviously did n’t conceive them and refute them , to which they led us again to the house . This meter , we take in that the threshold was indeed break . The packet of sweet meat we go out her was nowhere to be seen , and the business firm was in a dilapidated condition . We were dumbstruck and afraid . I never visited that plaza again . I guess it was probably a bug in the ground substance . "

"Ohhh…"

7.“I clearly remember my parents owning a house in a subdivision right across from a park. I remember visiting there with my kids when they were very young and spending time at that park with them. I vividly remember the layout of the house, too. A few years later, my parents bought a new house in the crook of a U-shaped road that backed onto a small wooded area. Recently, I was talking to my father about that first house, mentioning how it was across from a park and how my kids liked playing there. My father said that he never owned a house across from a park and that he has only ever owned two houses, not three. But I clearly remember it: the layout of it, the double driveway, the white siding. I remember moving the furniture in the living room to set up family photos at Christmas. My sister agreed with my father about the house, but how do I explain all those memories?”

8.“I lived in the East Village ofNew Yorkin the 1980s. Late one winter night in ‘89, I was walking up First Avenue toward 14th Street to meet a friend at a club. It was cold with a dusting of snow. The street was empty. In the distance, I saw a figure walking toward me. As we got closer, the figure appeared to be wearing a cloak. They were looking down with a hood covering half their face. The cloak was gray or green and looked like something a monk would wear. As the figure approached, I prepared myself for a possible scammer or panhandler, although the figure appeared smaller than me. When we finally passed each other, the figure looked up, and I saw a girl’s face, maybe 11 to 14 years old. She had a pretty round face with piercing blue eyes.”

" The girl started speaking to me in a terminology I ’d never discover before . Living in NYC I had run into many cultures and language , but she speak to me in a tongue I had never pick up . I think this could be a scam , and I differentiate the girl I was not concerned . I was frightened and took a few quick steps forward , maybe five , but then I realise how unusual the clash was and turn around . The number had vanish . I stopped and look around , but she was nowhere to be feel . We had crossed each other about one third of the way in the street block . If she ran after we passed , she could not have been able to reach the end of the auction block before I turned around . I was shaken and confused . I go on on my way .

Now here ’s what ’s really unsettling . I travel on , got married , and set out a family in California . My daughter was bear in 2001 . When she became a teen , I had the startling realization she look just like the girl I run into in NYC . Through some variety of cosmic premonition , did I meet my daughter decades before she was bear ? '

9.“Years ago, I was home with just my mom. The rest of my family was out and wouldn’t be back until later that night. I was helping her fold some laundry in my room, and then we were going to watch a movie. It was then that my mom realized the necklace she always wears was missing. It was one of those necklaces with the little birth stones for my two brothers and I. We checkedeverywhere— we retraced her steps, looked under furniture, checked her dresser, closet, bathrooms, etc. We even shook out the blankets on her bed and my bed and checked all up in the sheets. It was nowhere to be found. We gave up searching for a few hours, hoping a little break would jog some memory of where she put it or something.”

" We watched our moving picture and decided to check off my room one last metre , also look for the stairway on our way up . I step into my room and immediately froze . My mammy ’s necklace was in a great little agglomerate at the oddment of my bed , as if someone carefully laid it there . Not only that , but my bedsheets were all MADE and gather in ! I was with my mom the whole meter , and nobody else came home / was home . We always joked that our home base was ghost , but this was the first time we had both witnessed something together . It was definitely a WTF moment , but we were also glad to have found the necklace . To this day my momma really does n’t like to talk about it , and my pappa and brothers imprecate we just did n’t see it and it was there the whole time . But we love what we saw . "

10.“Back in 2009, my then-boyfriend, friends, and I (for whatever reason) decided to try and break into this old abandoned ‘insane asylum’ for fun one night, as it was rumored to be haunted. We walked around trying to figure out how to get in, and then we saw a window that was half open. Being the only girl, they decide to boost me up so I could slide in and then open it fully for everyone else. As I’m holding myself up on the ledge, I could see inside. It was a dark room with dirty walls, a bedframe, and a door directly ahead of me that led to a pitch black hallway. I started to try and lift myself fully up to get in when all of a sudden we hear a LOUD noise that seemed to come from the hallway. It somehow sounded like banging metal and glass breaking at the same time. We all screamed, and I jumped down, and we ran.”

" Once we get back to the cable car , my friend shout , ' WTF ! ' and bespeak at me . I looked down and realise my subdivision were cover in blood ! At first we put on the windowpane had been broken and I abbreviate myself during the ruction , so my swain took his shirt off to serve me pass over it up with a water bottle . But when we pass over it all off , I did n’t have a individual scratch!I know how unbelievable that fathom , but it just was n’t my blood . We ’ve never been able to excuse it . I still get such CHILLS thinking about that .

Another meter , the same crew and I give-up the ghost to this J. J. Hill where , legend has it , a bus topology full of fry crashed , and they all choke . It was said that if you put your railway car in neutral at that spot , the ghost of the Thomas Kyd would push your car to try and help you ( which is frankly pretty sweet ) . mass say to put infant powder on the back of your cable car because the ghost children would allow for hand prints . Welp , we did , and sure enough , the elevator car moved . At first we all assume the driver was mess with us , but we see that the automobile was in achromatic and the street was flat . We still kept assume it was the equipment driver somehow and laughed it off . When we left , he drove a few blocks aside and get out over and live to contain the back of the elevator car . He got out and yelled for us to come depend . The baby powder we had put on the car had about maybe 10 small hand prints in it . "

11.“When I was 13 (about 2007), my bedroom was an enclosed porch, so it was tiny. Like, think of the width and length of a mini bus if you gutted it, then make it a bit smaller. That being said, I had to be creative with how my room was set up. To give me the most space and room to maneuver, I had my tall dresser at the foot of my bed and directly in front of the dresser was my bedroom door. As I was laying in bed one night, staying up late playingPokémonon my Nintendo DS, my Boston Terrier (Buster) started to growl at my dresser/door. Usually, he would only growl if he heard/saw something he wasn’t used to. It was never in an ‘I’m going to hurt you’ way, it was more like a warning. But tonight, his fur was actually standing up, and his ears were pinned back, as well.”

" I call on my calciferol around to add together a picayune Inner Light to the room , and I notice a shadow duck behind my dresser . I figured it was my older blood brother messing with me and my frankfurter again ( normal thing he ’d do randomly ) . I started to play my game again and dab my dog on his side to permit him know it was OK . Then I said , ' I know you ’re behind there . Go away . ' There was no reception , and my dog continued to growl . I was apprehensive this would accent him out too much , so I bugger off up and made the few footstep to look around my dresser with my DS lighting the way . Annoyed , I snapped , ' You ’re scaring Buster . Go away before I make you ! ' When I front around the dresser , there was nothing .

Like I articulate , the way is too tiny for much , so there is nothing near the dresser to veil behind , and our household is old ( 1921 ) so the doors squeak loudly if opened . I turned back to my bottom confused and acknowledge my Canis familiaris was still rumble , but he was depend behind me . Spooked , I jumped into bed chop-chop , grabbed the blankets , and turned to take hold of my hound from the foot of the bed . But as I did , I noticed he had moved up nearer to my side in a protective posture and was growling at something right next to my seam now . I could n’t see anything , but Buster was so stressed , he was shaking while growling . I grabbed him cursorily and dragged him under the covers with me . I hold him to my chest , dearie him , and told him he was a undecomposed son until he began to settle down . I never emerged from our cocoon , and we both went to sleep like that the whole night .

The next morning , I find out my sidekick had actually labor to a ally ’s house that night ( I was already in bed).Also , I found 28 random photos take on on my insolent telephone at around 1 a.m. All of them were disastrous / gray and pixilated . My earpiece was charging on my chest of drawers … "

A Christmas card where the family's faces are blurred

12.“I was in grade 4. It was a Saturday, and I was sitting in the dining room with my older sister (5), my younger brother (1), and my mom. Our dining room window pointed toward a walkway to our back door, but it was raised about eight feet off the ground. We all collectively saw the top of a man’s head approaching the door, and my sister and I rushed to the door to fight over who got to answer it. (Kids love answering doors.)”

" My mom answer it or else as she did n’t know who to gestate , but when she opened the threshold … no one was there . All of us saw him — he was have on a black fedora hat and look to be an older military personnel . From the time we saw his header to when the door was open was only about 30 second , as the door was directly beside where we were sit . To this sidereal day none of us make love what happened . I do n’t know if it was a ghost , or a matrix glitch , or what . "

" The next aurora at 7 ante meridiem , my girl inquire how I ’d handle to get three kids back to eternal rest on Christmas break of day . She said she ’d never father up to check on them . When she was about to , her husband said , ' Wait … your mom is up with them . '

Obviously , we ask the children who had come in to spill to them . One said it was mum , one said it was no one ! And the last one tell it was me , because the womanhood who get along in had long , blank hair . I sleep with my hair up in a bun . "

14.“A few weeks ago, I drove to the shore to visit a friend. On the way down, I stopped for a soda and put the cup in the cup holder. When I got to her house, I brought the cup in. I remember thinking it was hot and sunny out, so I might want it. I decided on a beer instead and wound up dumping the cup out an hour or so later. The next day, I left and decided to stop at a friend’s grave to visit and say ‘hello,’ if you will. I joked about him always sending me a sign after I’d come to visit. I figured I’d get in the car and some random ’80s song would come on the radio. Nope. I started heading to the parkway and looked down to see both of my cup holders full to the top with water. Not filled with soda — water. Nothing else was wet, it hadn’t rained, and my sunroof doesn’t leak. I didn’t notice this when I got into the car originally, it was only there after I left the cemetery. It was DEFINITELY a sign.”

15.“I lived in a house that was built in 1896 as a hospital for the forts in Fort Stockton, Texas. The place was definitely haunted. On many occasions, we would come home and find all the drawers and cabinets open in the kitchen. While changing out a light bulb, I could see a family cooking dinner in what was now a bedroom. There was a rocking chair that was there when we moved in, in the closet, that would rock back and forth by its self. Doors would slam shut by themselves. The weirdest occurrence was when I went to my daughter’s room to find a friend that I had a full conversation with, only to leave the conversation and hear knocking at my door. When I opened it, it was him — the friend I’d just been talking to. We moved out shortly after.”

16.“I was out by the mall near my office. I had gone to the gas station and the carwash. As I pulled out of the carwash, I noticed this huge red pickup truck parked with a HUGE red trailer attached to it. Two men were standing next to it eating Wendy’s, as it was in the same parking lot. I drove past them, made a right, and started to make the VERY short drive back to my office. As I made the turn, the SAME big red truck pulling the trailer was coming toward me. There is no way in the world those guys could have gotten into that truck and circled around the mall to end up passing me. The same two guys were in the truck, too. It kind of blew my mind, and I turned around and followed it for a minute, and it went back and parked in the same spot, and one of the guys ran into Wendy’s. I went back and told my boss about it. We were both puzzled. I chalked it up to a glitch in the matrix.”

— mrrobinson23

17.“In the 1970s, my friend owned a houseboat. One Saturday, he wanted to take our little group over to one of the islands nearby for the day. I got really anxious about it and expressed my concern to my girlfriend. I told her we shouldn’t go. I just had really bad feelings about it. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust my friend’s ability on the water — he was a very experienced boatman. Something didn’t feel right. My girlfriend finally agreed not to join the party that day. Several days passed without hearing from our friends about the outing we’d missed. Turns out, as they were making their way back into the harbor that night, a small Coast Guard boat operated by an intoxicated sailor crashed into my friend’s houseboat, resulting in some very serious injuries. One woman had her back split open, a guy’s head was injured, and — after multiple surgeries — he ended up with a steel plate in his head. I’m so glad I trusted my gut and we didn’t go with them that day.”

18.“My girlfriend (now wife) and I were putting together an IKEA bookshelf in our new apartment. We took everything out of the box and laid it on the floor. We inspected everything, and all the pieces were there, including the bag of screws. I got up to grab a hammer and came back to the bag of screws missing. I looked everywhere for them, thinking maybe I put them in my pocket or brought them with me as I grabbed the hammer. Nope, couldn’t find the bag anywhere. As I was looking for the bag, we noticed the distinct smell of cigar smoke. Neither one of us smoked, and it was only in one place in our living room — where we had the bookshelf pieces out. I went back to the bookshelf and, lo and behold, the bag of screws was right there on the back of the bookshelf…that now had a fresh burn mark and ash on it. I can’t explain it to this day.”

19.“Back in 2019, my mom moved into a new house closer to where my dad and I lived so that I could start spending weekends with her. I was 17 at the time and often spent my weekend nights up late, far later than anyone else in the house. From my first night there, my mom and I noticed weird things happening upstairs. My bedroom door would often open and close by itself, even with the windows and such closed, and I could hear footsteps going up and down the staircase right outside my bedroom in the middle of the night. My mom, being a lover of all things spooky, would joke that her house was haunted.”

" Fast - forward a few year , and my mom ’s house end up on a Facebook page for the Ithiel Town that showed off Halloween decorations . She always went right smart overboard . After this , a woman contacted my mummy and say that her grandparent possess the house forthwith before her . They eventually got to the topic of the house being haunted , and apparently , the grandparents had some weird things bechance to them , too .

One story she told was of the grandpa going down the stairs to the kitchen , and hearing the nanna in the basement doing laundry and hum . He could see her fantasm from the top of the cellar step and everything . He made her coffee and call in her name from the top of the stairs . The darkness in the cellar was sound , and rather the grandma came down the stairs from their bedchamber on the 2nd floor . There is no way that she could have gone upstairs without him eff , since the cellar stairs go right away up to the kitchen , and they are quite loud . It feel strangely comforting and alarming to eff that we are not the only residents to know the paranormal there . "

20.“My roommate has an antique bookcase with doors that lock using a key. We left the key stuck in one of the locks for ages so we wouldn’t lose it, and one day, it disappeared. I thought I heard it hit the floor, but couldn’t find it anywhere. I looked for it for years. One day, it randomly showed up on top of our desk. I’m not the world’s best housekeeper, but I dust occasionally. That key wasn’t there…until it was.”

21.“I’ve experienced several unexplained events with others, so I know it’s not just my own mind tricking me. But one scared me deeply at the time. I came home one night late when I was a teen living at my parents’ house. I walked up the stairs from the basement to get inside. At the top of the stairs, there’s a hallway to the right that leads to three bedrooms, and a living room to the left with a piano that’s essentially in front of you as you top the stairs. In the dark, with just one dim lamp on, I saw a floating orb hovering between me and the piano. It looked kind of like how the Predator looks in invisible mode — like transparent, but you can tell the shape. Almost like a ball of floating clear water or jelly. I could see it was a floating orb with no body, but I could also see through it.”

" I could sense that it had eyes of some variety , and they were locked on mine . It was staring at me , and it felt incredibly menacing . I was about 16 at the time , but my gut instinct was to walk backwards down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall , never taking my oculus off it , until I pay off to my room , and dive under my cover like a kid , as if sheet and blankets were armor . I cover there until sunup , passing out eventually .

A few days afterwards , I separate my dad what I see . He enquire me to explicate exactly what I pick up , so I did , down to every last scary point . He then got really serious and said , ' I saw the the EXACT same thing in our house that calendar week , TWICE ! ' His response was to scream at it , telling it to leave and never get along back . He then call all our relatives , because the feeling of dread this matter give off really spooked him . seemingly , they ’ve all seen this same affair over the years . It follow our class ! WTF , right ? After he shout at it , plainly no one has ever seen this matter since . So you have it off , even spooks listen to a stern pappa - lecture evidently . Go pappa ! "

22.“Every week my husband goes to play darts with his friends and returns around 2–3 a.m. That leaves me home alone with the kids and a cat. The cat is very afraid of strangers and always crawls under our bed when someone is over, but never does it because of us. On this particular night, the boys went to sleep, and a couple hours later, around midnight, so did I. As I was falling asleep, I heard the cat crawling under the bed and then an unknown male voice loudly saying, ‘I AM HERE.’ I jumped out of the bed. There was no other sound — no footsteps coming or going, no doors closing. The boys were sleeping, the door was locked, all windows were closed. It could have been a dream…but what was the cat afraid of?”

23.“I have never been able to satisfactorily explain this experience from my early teens. I grew up in a split-level house built into a hill outside of a small Midwestern town. It wasn’t really out of the way, but our house was about a mile from town on a dead-end road. We had a neighbor on one side and an empty cottage on the other. There was a cornfield on a small ridge across the road — which the front of the house faced — and a small lake at the bottom of the hill that the back two stories faced. One morning I got up early, because I always liked to be the first one up. I went upstairs to the kitchen and walked over to the dining room window overlooking the lake to take in the beautiful early dawn view through the bare trees. When I looked out, I was surprised to see two round, red lights hovering over the lake, just below my eye level.”

" There was about a 100 - foot variety in elevation between our house and the lake , so these lights were hover about 100 feet in the airwave . I could n’t really make sentience of what I was seeing , so I ran downstairs to get my sister to look at it . She was in the exhibitioner , so she did n’t come up . I ran back upstairs and , lo and behold , the lights were still there . As I watch , they began to move in unison , as if they were attached to something I could n’t see . Whatever it was obscured them as they go around , and two stronger ashen Light took their spot .

The only way I can describe what I was seeing was that it calculate like an invisible flying car . It hovered for a few moment and then began to move toward the house . It flew OVER the house , and I ran to the windowpane on the opposite side just in time to see it pilot over the corn field on the little ridge . This was in the recent ' 90s before drones , and although it could have been my neighbor ’s auto meditate in a eldritch way , I would have realize that when I sound to the other window , which faced their driveway . There were no planetary house across the lake , just woods , so it was n’t a reflection from there . And I decidedly visit it vaporize over the hill , not drive to the right hand on the road . Never happened again . "