What are some weird/creepy/scary/ things that have happened to you? I'm curious.

One time my husband and I were taking a road trip in South Texas and it is all open ranch land and country side. There are these little road stops with restrooms, picnic tables, vending machines, etc for travelers. It's around lunch time and we stop at one. It's one of the older ones that's basically just a covered table and bench and a bathroom. So we're having our sandwiches we brought with us and we're the only ones there. He's sitting with his back to the brush and trees and I'm facing him. I get up to go use the restroom and while I'm washing my hands I hear him shout. I rush out and look where he's standing, his sandwich scattered and he's staring at the bushes. I ask him what's going on and he points at the brush.

There I see it. A big fucking ostrich snacking on some bread she had just snatched right out of his hand from behind his back. An ostrich just chilling out at a Texas roadstop. Now, it was funny and scary because he was not behind a fence and I'd read what sort of damage an ostrich can inflict on a human body. We slowly back up and this thing comes out, flapping her wings out and starts pecking away at the rest of his sandwich. While she's distracted we make a break for it and run to the car and get in. We take off and flag down the first highway patrol car and let him know. He tells us it's been a problem with emus and ostriches running around free because the people that bought them to cash in on what was supposed to be the next big thing in meat lost their money and can't take care of them. He called it in and said they have been rounding up these stray birds for months and some of them are breeding and creating a wild population.

One of those literal jaw dropping experiences, seeing something you least expect. I just wish I'd been there to see my husband's face when that thing reached over his shoulder and pecked his sandwich. It was definitely a weird experience.

TL;DR Ostrich appeared out of nowhere and snatched a sandwich.

I was convinced my best friend was a were-pire. Hilarity ensued.

I am a pretty firm believer that ghosts haunt most theaters. I've a couple stories where that's concerned.

On a different vein and also relating to the weird/supernatural:

When I was eight or nine years old I remember encountering something pretty inexplicable with my older sister at a campground. We'd been showering in the camp showers, and realized we'd forgotten our towels in the car outside, that our dad was waiting for us in. A lady knocked on the door of our shower and said she'd overheard that we didn't have towels, and if she could help. We told her our dad was in a red van nearby and our towels were in there. She came back a few minutes later with our towels, and we were super grateful. When we went back out to meet our dad, we asked him if the lady had asked for the towels. He said he hadn't seen anyone and no one else had gone into the showers when we were there.

Kind of sounds like your dad was messing with you.

A Good Dad.

Turtlicious said
Kind of sounds like your dad was messing with you. A Good Dad.

He was in a really pissy mood that day, I remember. I don't think he would have been messing then.

Twist: your dad is a cross-dresser.

I remember this thing that happened that happened when I was 12 or so that freaked me the fuck out . So I was home alone one night and I woke up to this strange sound of vibrations coming from one of the walls of my room. Said wall was shared with a bathroom, so I headed over to the bathroom to investigate and found this random battery operated hair buzzer switched on in one of the drawers. So I turn it off and go back to bed. I wake up again several hours later and hear the same vibrations coming from the bathroom again. Being twelve and relatively superstitious at the time, I was freaked the fuck out, but I eventually worked up the courage to walk through the darkness and back to the bathroom to find the buzzer switched on again. I turned it off and rushed back to the room, locked my door (which I usually didn't do as my mother was opposed to it) and fell asleep with the light on. I then proceeded to have a dream in which I woke up to the buzzing sound again and went to the bathroom, only to be insta-killed by some dude with an axe as soon as I opened the door.

Twas a scury scury night in my childhood, never had that problem with the clippers again.