I woke up one morning and found a skinned moose in my yard.

My mother regularly beat me, yelled at me and told me she wished I'd been aborted. Noone believed me because to outsiders she was the perfect housewive, always smiling, always friendly and happy. My friends and teachers only told me how lucky I was to have such a nice and caring mother and that I shouldn't tell lies about her.

Luckily, my husband believes me but he's never met her since I went no contact years ago. But while I was still living with my parents noone ever believed me.

Was driving down the road with my wife and came to a stop light. We both witnessed a lone potato rolling down the street through the intersection at a pretty good clip. We both looked at each other, making sure we were seeing what we were seeing and busted out laughing.

I have absolutely no clue where it came from, and to this day remains one of the most random things I've seen and NOONE ever believes me when I mention it.

I got harassed by men by the gay bar outside my apartment multiple times in my early twenties, back when I was a guy. They were all pretty minor overall, but it definitely freaked me out at the time. I lived in an apartment complex above a gay bar in downtown. It was a shitty, cheap place where there was no washer or dryer in unit and no fan in the bathroom. Mold was a constant problem.

One time, I was informed I "swish so hard I bring three people with me", a quote that's stuck with me forever, and then a dude stood close by while another guy stroked my face. I had my dog with me so I didn't know what else to do and basically just ran.

Another time I was leaving the pizza shop also in this building complex, and a couple drunk guys out there struck up a conversation that quickly became my chest and crotch getting groped. Honestly less creepy than the face stroking, ngl.

I uh, transitioned since all of that happened though. And some random chick like me saying some drunk guys at the gay bar really wanted to grope me doesn't really carry much weight at this point.

Neo-nazis kicked down my front door when I was around 19-20.

The underage sister of a friend was being trafficked by them and managed to escape. They came looking. Lucky for us, they showed up expecting, at most, a couple emo kids, but we just happened have a few guys over that were training for mma that night, which means they got the ever-living-fuck beat out of them and never came looking again. One of the mma guys punched a tooth out of one of their heads, got it gold plated and keeps it on a necklace now lol

I'm not sure who believes and who doesn't, but I've been in more than 30 car collisions. I'm not sure exactly how many because I've lost track.

One was an offset head-on collision. I think the other driver fell asleep. He claimed I came into his lane and hit him, but the impact shattered the windshield washer fluid in my car, and destroyed the front-right tire. The impact left a puddle of fluid in the middle of my lane, and the rim of the front right wheel left grooves in the street leading from where my car stopped back to the point of impact.

I was sideswiped three times. All three were hit and runs. One of them was caught on my dash cam and I got my deductible back. The other two got away.

All the rest were rear-end collisions. It happened so many times that I started to think I must be doing something wrong, but I couldn't figure out what. Around that time I happened to look in the rear view mirror just before the impact to see the driver looking down at something on the passenger seat beside him.

Since then, I've understandably become very aware of what the drivers behind me are doing.

The last two times:

In late 2021 I was approaching an intersection and had a green light, but on the other side of the intersection was a school bus letting out kids. I stopped, and the jeep behind me hit me at full speed. My truck was totaled. I was knocked very briefly unconscious, but I was able to control the truck as I was pushed through the intersection and stopped.

Ironically, I had been thinking about trading in my truck for a new model. That day, on the drive home before the collision, I decided I wanted to keep it.

At the time, getting a replacement took months. I was getting to and from work driving the Civic that we bought for the kids to use. Two months after the truck was totaled I was in slow, stop-and-go traffic. Every time I had to stop, the car behind me would pull all the way up to within inches of my bumper. I wanted to scream at him. Of course, the person behind him hit him, and pushed him into me.

Luckily, that time it was slow, low speed impact. Easy damage to fix.

For the love of all that's holy, follow at a safe distance! Three seconds minimum between you and the car in front of you. And when you stop, stop far enough back to see where the tires on the car in front of you touch the street.

If you want to slipstream (aka, drafting), become a race car driver.

I once got assaulted by three guys. I got pushed on the ground by surprise and instinct kicked in and I fought back. Kicked one guy in the ground so hard he had to get surgery and got one testicle removed, broke the other guy's nose and the last one had a fractured skull.

They pushed assault charges on me and I got cleared because because they found CCTV footage of me going full Chuck Norris on these guys. The footage showed them teaming on me for no reason and I discovered one of them pulled out a knife.

I have a brown belt in classic jiu jitsu but it was the few months of Krav Maga that saved me.

Why are there no ghost stories in this thread... Im disappointed.

Went to an orgy and didn't have sex with anyone, on purpose. I did, however, play naked baby oil handcuff twister. Which was hilarious and painful.

Not really a crazy story, but:

I am exceptionally good at chess, and have zero recollection of ever having learned how to play it. No memory whatsoever of who taught me, or ever learning what the individual pieces do- let alone strategy.

And I don’t drink and don’t do drugs, so it couldn’t have happened during the blurry years many have.

When I was on a plane 15years ago I saw a giant ball of fire (or light) floating within 25-50m of me. Just outside my window. It stayed mostly stationary for several seconds while I stared at it. To this day I don't have a clue what I saw; a will-o-wisp; ball lighting; a ufo; maybe an asteroid and I'm delusional about the amount of time it hung I'm the sky next to me. I tried to wake my sister up to show her but it disappeared as I did, decending. Idk if she ever believes me when I tell her about it every year. I really wished I asked the flight attendant if I could speak to the pilots about what I saw. Still bothers me to this day. I've been on the lookout ever since, hoping to the phenomenon again

I don't get all the moose and ship references, but in my family we call this kind of thing a moose story.

Back when my uncle was like 7, in fairbanks alaska, he came home from school and said he saw a moose. That's nice, everyone agreed. And he walked right up to it. Oh did you? And punched it right in the nose. No, you didn't though, did you?

60+ years later he still maintains that happened.

I got shot with an arrow but it hit my rib and bounced off. I'm sure my jacket also did some deflection too.

A friend thought he could land an arrow next to me to surprise me - Turns out he's a bad shot.

I got a moose one hunting season and decided to butcher it myself. Finished skinning the thing (took hours) and it just disappeared, no clue where it ended up.