Once when I was around 5 I ended up in my mothers bed overnight. When I woke up that morning I saw a smokey face floating over us. It didnt have full features. Kinda looked like an angry Kool aid man from what I remember. I started reaching toward it and it bit my finger and disappeared. I yelled for my mother to wake up and look but she didn't believe me. This was not a dream.
Same apartment. A lil older, I'm looking out my bedroom window. Only ppl that live in this apt are me, my mother, and sister. They are in the kitchen. As I look out the window, from the corner of my eye I see a figure right next to me looking out the window too. I look over and it's a white lady or possibly light skinned woman just staring out the window, grinning, and she never looked back at me. I yell, run for my mother and sister who of course don't believe me, and of course the lady was gone when we went back to the bedroom. Not a dream either. And for some reason I always felt it was my great grandmother.
This I'm about 90% sure happened.Only reason I'm not 100% sure is because I can't specifically remember where it happened because it was surreal. I think I was in the Army on a field exercise. I remember looking down and seeing what looked like a mosquito on ome. But it was silver. I smack it and I start to notice it looks...mechanical. So I'm trying to get a closer look at it but the more I try to handle it to get a closer look, it keeps dissolving until I'm not holding anything at all. It was weird and I didn't know what to make of it until years later watching something on tv and they were expirementing with small drones that looked like insects. They showed a lil robotic mosquito and I'm like where have I seen that shyt before?? I'm pretty sure this happened.
Not a scary ghost or UFO story but definitely creepy. I'm in times square with my cousin and uncle and we're on our way to a movie. Me and cuz are like 11 and 12. We're walking down the block and there's a girl about our age walking towards us and a man walking about 4 steps behind her. When she gets to us, she says:
Girl: I'm a prostitute

(her real expression)
Me and cuz:




Did she say what I think she just said?? Unc? Dad??
Unc:

Keep it moving
I thought about that girl the rest of the night. She was a 12 year old prostitute. I hadn't even so much as humped a chick yet. My mind still gets blown thinking about it.