Life is brimming with astonishing moments that appear almost too extraordinary to be true.
Certain occurrences are so intense, surprising, or moving that they resemble plots straight out of a film.
In this anthology, you will discover 12 authentic stories that seem crafted for cinema.
Featuring unforeseen turns and adrenaline-pumping escapades, these real-life narratives demonstrate that at times, the truth can be more exciting than fiction.
I had a job interview in a town I had never been in before. I got lost and decided to park the car and walk up to a random stranger—some old man I had never seen before. I asked him where I could find [name of business].
He politely told me where to find it and then said, “You’re welcome, [my first name and last name].” I never told him my first and last name—just asked for directions. I was dumbfounded, and he just chuckled and walked off into some store.
I think back to it every so often. I have an uncommon name; there’s no way he could have guessed it. © ZoharTheWise / Reddit
A few years back, I was talking to my parents late at night. Their room leads to a corridor, which has a door to the bathroom and a door to my room.
I said goodnight to both of them, and they each responded with “Good night.” Then I proceeded to close the door to their room and walk down the corridor to mine. When I was by the bathroom door, a voice whispered in my ear, “Good night,” in the deepest and spookiest voice I had ever heard.
I froze for a second, opened the door to my parents again, and asked if they had spoken to me. They both denied it, so I calmly closed the door and then bolted to my room and cried myself to sleep. © Naranjo96 / Reddit
When my mom and I moved to a new house, she had some redecorating to do.
One of the things she wanted to change was the bathroom curtains. The ones in there were torn, dirty, browned, and just very ugly. So, she bought some new curtains.
Since she is quite short, she couldn’t reach the attic, which is where she wanted to store the old curtains (it was a rented house, so we couldn’t throw them away). So, I put the curtains into a box and stored them in the attic. The new curtains went up. All was good.
The next day, when I came home from school, the horrible, dirty curtains were back up in the bathroom. The new curtains were nowhere to be seen. I asked my mom why she had changed the curtains back, and she was terrified—she had no idea how it happened.
Still bothers me to this day.