Have you ever had such a coincidental experience that the feeling has stuck with you for years? Something that couldn’t be explained that had a profound impact on you?

On the subreddit r/askreddit, user argen27 asked the following:

Walking through a graveyard yesterday, I stepped on a broken piece of a headstone with just my birthday inscribed on it (Pic included). Reddit, what’s your creepiest/weirdest coincidental experience?

Here are 20 Coincidences That Defy Everything You Know.


Six years ago, because of my drinking, I’d been homeless for about 8 months. I’d been at a shelter for a few weeks and one day, as I walked from the library back to the shelter for dinner, I decided I couldn’t take anymore. I was ready to kill myself. That prior August my mother had passed away, so on the street that evening I said to her, “I can’t take it anymore, mom. Help me.”
Back at the shelter, after dinner, us bums waited for showers and bedtime. That evening the shelter had more residents than usual and many of them needed clean socks or underwear, etc.

On this night, it wasn’t scheduled, but the shelter opened the basement where they kept donated clothes. I didn’t need anything, but I was bored, so I went downstairs. I browsed the racks and didn’t find anything to my liking so I headed for the stairs. That’s where I found ‘LeMutt’. ‘LeMutt’ is a toy, a little stuffed dog, and I’d had one when I was a kid. In fact, I clearly remembered my mother and I in the store, 20+ years ago, buying him. I was in 3rd grade then.

I asked a volunteer if he knew where the dog came from. He shook his head. This was, and still is, a men’s homeless shelter. People were not dropping-off stuffed animals for the junkies and drunks. I don’t know where the dog came from, but I kept him. Still got him. Anyway, my life is much better, and different, today. I’m set to graduate with a BFA next month. Life is really, really good. Thanks, Mom. I love you.



Around six or seven years ago, a large portion of my neighborhood burned down in the fires that swept through southern california. While helping my friend’s family pick through the rubble of their home for anything that could be salvaged, I saw a speck of white paper in the midst of one of the more blackened areas. I picked it up and read it–the only text on this bit of paper, left over after the rest of the page had burned away, was “from the ashes, new life is born”.



I worked at a library for a very long time, and in an effort to not lose my soul, I collected stuff I found in books. My favorite discovery was a hilarious postcard between two friends. I immediately thought, “I’d like to met these people”. I kept it next to my computer for a few years.

After a few years passes, I’m going through my papers and find a postcard from my girlfriend that I don’t recognize. It takes me a few minutes to understand that I’m reading the postcard I’d put aside years earlier, between someone who was now my girlfriend and another person I’d come to know as a friend. It was probably the weirdest event in a series of events that defied probability regarding a ton of surreal linking events in our lives.



Similar story. In high school in Los Angeles I drove a friend down to Dana Point, CA to look at a car on sale on Craigslist. At the house of the car owner I shared a moment with the cute girl living next door via prolonged eye contact as she left her house. Friend bought the car. We left.

Five years later I move to south Orange County and take a job near Dana Point and start dating a girl I sort of worked with. When I went to her house for the first time I stopped cold while walking up her driveway as I realized where I was. It was the house. She was the girl. She asked me what was wrong because she could almost literally see my mind exploding. I told her the story, and we shared another moment on that same lawn from 5 years before.

We’re getting married next July.



When I was about 12 I had a terrible nightmare in which two planes collided in mid-air. It was extremely vivid and I woke up in a panic. My bedroom was right next to the family bathroom and after about 30 mins of lying in bed freaking out I noticed the landing light come on and knew that a parent was heading to the bathroom. Now by twelve I wasn’t the sort to bother my parents about nightmares any more, but I was convinced there was going to be a plane crash, so I rushed out to my mum and told her everything. She said I was being stupid and that I should just read and try to get back to sleep. The next morning my mum comes rushing into my room and pulls me out of bed and has my dad with her. She asks me to tell him about my nightmare and then they both looked freaked out. They insisted that I went downstairs with them to watch the news. I thought they were pranking me or something but when I got down breakfast news was running a story about this We later worked out that I’d woken up around about the time the crash itself took place. Nothing like this has happened since.



A couple years back, I had a dream of my grandfather, who I was not particularly close to by any means. In my dream I saw his casket formally covered by an American flag– he served in the military. He stood next to me in a room full of mourners and held my hand. He told me not to follow him out of the doors when he left. I watched him leave. When I woke up and went downstairs to get breakfast and call my father to tell him happy birthday, my older brother informed me that my grandfather had just passed away in his sleep while I also slept.



When I was in 7th grade I had a serious crush on a girl. One day her mom was driving a bunch of us somewhere and everyone was talking and making jokes. I can’t remember the exact conversation, but I had a moment of silence where it was my chance to make everyone laugh. I made a super lame joke that brought silence. My moment to impress was ruined.

Come 10 years later. I am driving a car with the kids of family friends. In the same seat in the back sits a kid that reminds me of me, and there is a girl in the front seat he likes. The EXACT conversation (something about not enough of us to do something) starts progressing. I look into the rear view mirror at the kid and was thinking “don’t say we will multiply. Don’t say we will multiply!” (Seriously wish I remember exactly what the conversation was). I was going to intervene before he said it but BAM he drops the same lame joke I did 10 years before. And it seriously had no context or comical value at all.

I was in awe like I was psychic (a useless one apparently). I’m assuming he did not get the girl either.



Three years ago I was interning at an company that specialized in Green Energy and their mission was to provide electricity to remote villages in Africa. I get assigned to work with a team of engineers, on my way to meetup with them after arriving in Africa I am asked to stop at said address and pickup an utility trailer that is waiting at a local store. I cannot reveal the name or location but its an old store, fairly large with a second floor that was residential, where the man and his family lived. The shop had everything from Product, Food and Medical Supplies to a MASSIVE Junkyard in the back full of Automobiles and Planes.

When I arrive at the store he is working on a outboard motor for a customer, he was very friendly and shook my hand as asked how he could help me, I said I am with X company and we have a utility trailer that I am supposed to pick up and take with my to x village. He asks for identification and I hand him my company ID and Tennessee Drivers License, which in the little holder below the Company ID. When he looks at my name his face went from happy to confused. He said “I have a question, do you have an father, or sibling that you are named after, that also lives or did live in Tennessee”.

Okay at this point every thought I had came to halt and I was dumbfounded, I am named after my dad and he lived in Tennessee all his life and there aren’t too many people with our name either. After a long pause, I said yes, I am named after my dad, how in the hell do you know that? He then said he met a man in the late 70’s that stopped at his store, his name was Jeffrey X____ also and that I resembled him. I said well it couldn’t be the same person, as far as I know my father had never been to Africa, he said no, it was, it was your father, he was in the military and came here to get something from his store.

He then goes on to tell me that my dad offered to help the man work on his car, after they fixed it the man tried to give my dad some money but he insisted that the man keep it. The man then asks my dad to join him and his family for dinner, it was they least he could do, they eat and during the conversation the man’s son overheard my dad talking about a guitar that he had with him. The little boy wanted to see the guitar and for my dad to play it so my dad brings it inside and start to play, the boy was very fascinated with it and told his father he wanted to learn to play someday. Well after dinner my dad has to leave, when he is about to walk out he handed the boy the guitar and told him that he could have it if he promised to practice everyday and one day he would try to return to hear him play it.

I am overwhelmed at the emotions I am feeling is insane, the man invites me to dinner as he did my father, I accept and go upstairs where the man hands me a guitar case and said this is the guitar. He said that guitar changed the course of his son’s life, I said where is your son now? He said that he moved out and went to college for music and now lives in another town and teaches guitar for a living, along with some other instruments. We start to eat and he asked my about my father, how he was these days, I then had to tell him that he passed away when I was a still a child. We both started crying and he picked the guitar up and said this is why you came here today, nothing else explains such an phenomenon, your father’s spirit lives within this guitar, it was meant for you to show up here. We ate and I when finished the man asks if I knew how to play, I said I know only one song in its entirety, he requested I play it before I leave. I start to play and his wife and him started crying, they said that it was the last song my dad played before giving the guitar to the man’s son and leaving….

Dedicated to my father, I only knew you for a short time but to this day it amazes me at how many hearts you’ve touched, even long after you’re gone. I love you and hope to see you someday.



My friend had told me that I would find out within 3 weeks that I was pregnant and it would be a boy. 3 weeks later, to the day, I found out I was pregnant. I didn’t find out that I was having a boy until 3 days before I had him. And my friend called me a month and a half before I had my son to tell me that I would have him on the 20th. Sure enough after 36 hours of labor I had my son on Nov. 20th. I always thought it was kinda creepy that she got it right.



Last december, i had a bad dream earlyish in the morning that my dad had stopped taking his liver medication and that he was going to die. In the dream, i asked why he had been so careless but he said that it was just his time. When i woke up, my sister texted me that dad was in the hospital. He passed away 3 weeks later due to, of course, liver complications from not taking his medication.



On my 12th birthday I was on the way to the bike shop to get a new bike, I was with my dad, his girlfriend and my brother. We was still about 10 minutes away from the town center, so no where near the bike shop.

Some random, old, creepy looking guy came up to us, looked down at me and said; “You buying a bike?” I looked at my dad, confused and kinda scared.

We told him that we were on our way to buy a bike. He then started going on about how I MUST get a helmet and wear it ALL the time! We was a little freaked out but we just assumed he was a weirdo and just forgot about it.

A few hours later I was riding through the park on my new bike and I fell off. I didn’t fall very hard and landed on grass so it was cool. As I went to get up brush myself off, I looked up and he was just standing there, looking disappointed and shaking his head. He thing shook his index finger at me and said; “I told you to wear a helmet.”

At this point I just shit myself and rode as fast as I could home!

What is even weirder though is the fact that I have moved about 40-50 miles away since then and I still see him every once in a while. I don’t believe in guardian angels but it just creeps me out.



I worked with a girl “J” over the summer who told me once that every time someone she knew became pregnant, someone else she knew (however vaguely) would die. She also had almost prophetic dreams and knew when someone was pregnant before they ever told her. Well one day, another coworker comes in and says she doesn’t feel well and J says “You’re pregnant” and then gets really upset because that meant someone would likely pass away soon. Maybe the next day, an older coworker of ours had a stroke and we all really thought she wasn’t going to make it, and I assumed this was the person passing away because of the pregnancy (if that was actually true) and didn’t really think about J’s strange psychic ability any further. A week later, when coming in from her lunch break J said to me in a really funny way, “I’m so sorry…” Few minutes after, I get a call saying that my grandfather was minutes from passing away. The older woman lived, by the way. And to this day I’m still unsure of whether or not this was all some weird coincidence, or if J knew all along.



Here’s one that mum told me. A while back, Mum and her family were gathered around her uncle in his home, who had been terminal with cancer, and wanted to die in his home. Anyway, being catholic he wanted to receive his last rites. His breathing pattern was extremely odd until the priest arrived, and gave him his rites. Totally relaxed death and was only 15 seconds after priest arrived that he died. But here’s the weird part.

After roughly 30 seconds of being out of it, he ‘came back’. He turned to his wife and muttered very softly ‘I can’t go yet, it’s too busy’. He then slipped into a state of unconsciousness, and died probably 2 hours later, once again very relaxed death. Next day we turned on the news, and last night at seriously 15 mins after his first ‘death’ was the detonation of the historic Bali bombings that killed many people. I’ve never really been sure on religion/afterlife, but this experience of mum’s has always made me think.



Lemme tell you about my guardian angel. He wears a long tan jacket, with long greyish white hair, and a long beard. A large floppy hat perches on his head. Back when my parents lived in Harvard Square, they’d see him often (I was not born at that time), never saying anything, he was just a Square regular, like them. Then, they had me, and stopped going to Harvard Square as much, we had moved to Roslendale (no idea if I’m spelling that right, Boston regulars help me). But whenever we went, we’d see him there, walking, standing, passing by.

Fast Forward four years, I am now 4.5 years of age, and we move from the city to the fine Pioneer Valley. One day, we go into Greenfield, when all of a sudden, walking down the sidewalk towards us is this man, looking exactly the same, though it had been two years since anyone had been to Harvard Square. Then, every time we’re in Greenfield, there he is, walking past us, every time, looking me square in the eye like I’m being studied. About a year ago, I stopped seeing him, no idea why, but he was just gone.

The freaky-er part: This october, on the 13th to be exact, it was my birthday, and I went with some friends to see Looper in Greenfield. We get out of the movie discussing what it would be like to meet our loops when he walks by. None of my friends had ever seen, nor heard of him before, but all of them simultaneously turn to me and say “That’s you, that’s absolutely you in 50 years.”

We saw him four times in the next two hours, I swear to god he was about to make contact. He has the nicest eyes though, peaceful and content.



Well, this happened to a friend of my dad’s but it is definitely a weird coincidental experience.

It all started about 10 years ago when Joe (we’ll call him that), my father’s friend, was at a local gas station and saw a very unique lighter with a skull on it. He decided to buy it to smoke, etc.

A few years later Joe is out in Lake Michigan during the winter snowmobiling and for some reason, he brought his lighter with him. After a long day on the lake he realised his lighter must’ve fallen out of his pants and knew there was no way to find it out in the ice.

The next year Joe was with his family down in Florida eating at a restaurant. As he’s eating there, he hears the sound a lighter makes go off, and right then and there knew it was his lighter. The reasons was that this “unique” lighter had a very defined sound when lit, and Joe using it for so long must have known that lighter was his. Joe sits there and thinks for a bit and hears it AGAIN, that’s when he got up and decided to look around the restaurant.

As he’s looking around he sees another family and a man about 30 – 40 holding the lighter with a skull on it just like Joe’s. Obviously, Joe asks him how he got it and the man says he was out walking in the shallow water of Lake Michigan by his cabin and found it somewhat buried in the sand.



When I was a kid (maybe around 9 or 10) my friends and I would always hang out in the woods behind our bus stop. There were 4 of us that would always go back there, but my friend Alex and I would go back there most often. There wasn’t really anything inherently weird or creepy about the woods, but I remember feeling very calm back there, despite generally having attention and anxiety problems. I had a dream one night that me and Alex (but neither of the other 2) were hanging out in the woods and an old woman came up to us to tell us that we shouldn’t go back there anymore and that the woods were private property, and then she turns around and walks up into the sky. The next morning I was telling Alex about the dream and I get to the part with the old lady. I say “And she told us not to go back into the woods behind the bus stop anymore” and Alex finishes the sentence “-Because it’s private property. And then she floated away”

Turns out Alex had been having the same dream every now and then for a few months at that point. He’d never told me about it.

We compared a few other details about the dream and what Alex said sounded familiar (ie, it was foggy, there was a green-painted iron gate that didn’t really exist) but these parts I’m willing to chalk up to power of suggestion.



This happened this morning, actually, and I cannot get it out of my head. My grandmother just passed away at the end of July, and my grandfather had not been in the best condition since. So last night, I was having a dream, and it was about my grandparents. I rarely dream about them. They were sitting in this room on a bed, very neat, very clean, and they were joking around and talking with me about random things. I was sitting at the foot of my grandfather’s side. He pulled out a doll and started doing ventriloquism (which makes no sense to me at all). But we were just carrying on a happy conversation. I woke up to my phone ringing. It was my mom. My grandpa had just passed away in his sleep. Tomorrow would have been their 62nd wedding anniversary.



I was taking some picture at the graveyard, it was for a class so my friends were there modeling for me, anyways, I ask one of my friends to try to look like she is crying, while I adjust my camera, when I go to taker her picture, I see she is doing a GREAT job, she is sobbing up and crying, I take a couple of pictures before realizing that she is looking at this big family grave… With the exact names and last names as her relatives, there was her dads’ name, mom, sister and brother, exact name with exact last name. Her family lives on another state and they are alive. So that was spooky, but later on we are all in my car, and we are listening to some music one of us had on a usb, we were listening to a son for like the third time, when the sound goes off and a horrible voice says ‘get back from where you came from’, and the song continues where it left off. We were so creeped out we had to stop and catch our breath. To this day I still don’t know what it was, maybe interference from another radio? No idea, but it was creepy.



My grandfather passed away in 2002 (had been sick for years.) at the time my little brother was only four years old. My grandfather’s passing occurred after my little brother was already sleeping…The next morning, before being told anything my little brother said, “I had a dream about Pop Pop last night. He told me he was tired of not feeling good and that he loved me.”



My grandmother died 10 years ago. After she died, my grandfather started saying he was having dreams about her being in a dark place. She was beckoning him to come to her. Two months later he died in his sleep. I guess he decided to go to her.