Story 1:
I was in bed one night when I felt something touching my foot. It was a tiny silver charm—a little angel. I was confused but kept it in my wallet for good luck.
12 years later, while living overseas, I went to our corporate party. A girl I was meeting for the first time stared at me and said I seemed very familiar. I told her she must be mistaken because I had never seen her before, and I had moved to France from the States roughly a year ago.
As we talked, I noticed her necklace—it had a charm exactly like mine, but it was gold. I rushed to check my wallet, but my charm was gone. I felt an eerie chill and went to find her again, but she had disappeared.
I never saw her again. I described her to my colleagues, hoping to find out who she was, but no one seemed to remember seeing her at the party. I still get goosebumps thinking about this story.

Story 2:
Occasionally, I hear someone call my name, sometimes really close or from another room. It’s only happened a few times over the last couple of years.
I haven’t told my husband or anyone else because I think it’s probably just “in my head.” Still, it has startled me quite a bit.

Story 3:
This happened about 10 years ago when I still lived at my parents’ house. We have a corridor that connects the living room to three bedrooms and a common bathroom. One night, I was sitting in the living room watching TV when I saw what I thought was my sister going into my room. I followed her—or whatever it was—into my room, but no one was there.
Freaked out, I called my mom to ask where everyone was. My sister was in the bathroom, my dad was out, and my mom was cooking in the kitchen. © backx***b / Reddit

Story 4:
I was housesitting for my parents in a small town, and at the time, I had no cell service. Their house is in a big forested area and was empty except for me and my dog. Naturally, I spent the day watching horror movies.
Later, I noticed I had a new voicemail but no missed calls. This was strange because I still had no reception (it was spotty and particularly bad that day). When I listened to the voicemail, it was a garbled message that sounded like unintelligible speech.