Happy Wednesday, everyone! This is your weekly invitation to share what's weird in your life. I'm kicking it off this week with the epic of HumperMonkey, one of my all-time favorite spooky tales from the internet.

Welcome to weird Wednesdays- UFO edition! Today, I'm sharing a three hour interview with one of the UAP disclosure folks. He's leading project skywatcher, which is an effort try and capture more definitive evidence surrounding UAP, and claims to have worked with people involved in the legacy crash recovery program. The interview has the level, calm pace of an intelligent discussion, and makes for good background listening, I think.

I personally don't have anything too exciting to report on the UFO/UAP front, though I had I guess what you'd call a near miss once. The story goes that I was out in my back yard, using my telescope to oggle the moon when I saw a flat disc zoom from left to right across my field of view in a fraction of a second. I've always been a UFO lore enjoyer, so I was JAZZED that I saw a literal flying saucer until I looked up from the scope to try and see it with my naked eye and saw it was a passenger jet. I was just zoomed in enough that the apparent motion of the

At work one day, my coworker, my boss, and I witnessed a cup suddenly slide off a completely flat table, as if pushed. Nobody was anywhere near the cup, and we checked the surface thoroughly for moisture or anything else that could have caused that movement. We couldn't come up with any explanation for it at all.

My older sister had a similar experience, also with coworker witnesses.

I consider myself somewhat of a skeptic, but I'm glad I got to experience something unexplainable firsthand and with other observers. Reminds me that there's still plenty of stuff we goofy hairless apes don't have all figured out.

Knock, knock! It's the Rag and Bone man. Got any stories to share? Real or other, it makes no difference, our mutual benefactors are happy to hear them all.

Anybody here experience any extraordinary dreams? I'll start.

One that has haunted me for years is a dream that I don't clearly remember, I just remember facts about the dream. I remember that I was a whole other person with a whole other life. I had a family, a spouse with kids, and this entirely different identity. I was still a man, idk if same culture or ethnicity, but I remember I was about 15 or 20 years older in the dream than I was IRL. At some point, in the dream, I realized that I had to go away, and everyone else knew I had to go away too. I was sad, and everyone else was too. The only thing I (vaguely) directly recall about the dream was being huddled with my family and friends as I slowly faded out of the dream and into reality. I woke up with tears running down my face, not knowing who I was IRL and wanting urgently to go back. It took a solid ten minutes of laying in bed for this version of me to wind up and regain my memories. I've never experienced anything like it b

Thought I'd get a near death experience thread going. Doesn't have to be crazy to share.

I had mine when I was about seven. I was living with my mom at a big house that the owner was letting rooms out in, and they had a pool without a fence around it. You probably already guessed by now, but I couldn't swim yet. I was in the back yard playing with the boy who lived down the hall when the frisbee we were playing with landed in the pool. I thought I could reach it, and the other kid encouraged me, so I knelt down and reached out as far as I could for the frisbee. It didn't happen immediately, I was reaching for a bit before the landlord's big dog came by and bumped into me. I fell in, struggled a bit, and ultimately went under. I remember looking up at the surface, seeing my dog, a black lab, swimming circles over me, and then just going to sleep. My life didn't flash, I didn't have a realization that I was going to die, no lights in tunnels, no voices, no being dragged through deep wa

Going to lead with: no, this isn't a skinwalker story.

Back in the early 2010s, my friends and I would hold regular airsoft practice in the woods behind my house. A lot of it was the sort of dense, old growth that covers to southeast US. Our last practice back there, we were wrapping up when we heard a very distinct whistle. We figured it was probably one of my neighbors who might have gone back to see what we were up to, so we called out to them, and, after getting no response, whistled back at them. We got another whistle back within ten seconds, and while we could figure out a general direction the whistling was coming from, we couldn't find anyone there. Getting a little concerned, we called out again, and decided to just pack up and leave when we got no response again.

Everything seemed mostly normal while we were packing up, though two of the people in our group insisted that they'd seen a figure peeking out from behind a tree at us. It wasn't until we were leaving that thing

My personal favorite genre of ghost story is the healthcare ghost story. Nurses have told me some stories that have made my eyes water, though that's not the tale I came to tell, because for all of my later attempts, I've never been able to do it justice. Let's share our medical spooks

I have 13 years of experience working on an ambulance as a paramedic. I've seen a lot of things, some horrible, some funny, some downright bizarre, but nothing I'd really classify as paranormal. This story was told to me by a co-worker on another ambulance shortly after it happened to her, while she was wrapping up documentation at the hospital.

They'd been dispatched to a sick person, which is sort of the catch-all complaint when dispatch doesn't have a more applicable complaint. When they arrive at the house, they find that the patient is a man in his late fifties who's gone unresponsive. Thankfully, the man's parents are able to let them inside the home and provide them with the information they ne

As a child, maybe about 7 or 8 years old, I woke up one morning to the sound of two people talking in the next room, with some laughter. Then all of a sudden two ghostly beings burst through the wall and rushed at me. The thing was, they were wearing underpants on their heads, and socks on their hands. It was clear that they were just being silly and scaring me for fun, which at the time felt like it made it all the more scary, cos it was just a joke to them. I was totally terrified, paralysed with fear.

Then I woke up again.

So, what's your experience with weird people? I don't mean socially awkward people, mind, I mean people that might actually be wizards or three aliens in a trench coat kind of weird.

When I lived in the poor part of Tulsa, there were people like this in spades. One old goat had the monicker of "crazy man Stan". Stan had a way of just appearing, almost out of thin air. You never saw him coming, you'd just look over one way, and look back to find Stan there. There was a laundry list of other weird shit Stan was known for that I've since forgotten. One day, he fucked my mom's truck up. She was sitting there, gabbing with a friend, when Stan does his presto-hobo apparition trick, leans in through the driver side window, and forces the turn signal switch back and forth as hard as he can for the few seconds it takes my mom to get over the shock and hit his crazy ass. Every time she hit the turn signal after that, the horn would beep in time with the light coming on. We had our last straw wi

Around 2010, we lived in some apartments in Newnan, Georgia that used to be an old factory. Most of the other resident we ran into agreed that weird stuff would happen there, like seeing apparitions of people. Very little happened to me, personally, but my wife experienced much more than I did. Some of these experiences include, but aren't limited to:

-She had the front door unlock, open, shut, and lock again all on its own. It happened with so little fanfare that she, at first, assumed that I had walked out until she realized I was in the shower.

-She got a coat hanger thrown at her. We were in bed and she was woken up by the clatter of a coat hanger coming to rest on her side of the bed (concrete floor and metal coat hangers make a fair bit of noise). The hell of it is, the only place we kept coat hangers was in the closet, and the only two ways that it could have made it there from the closet was 1. to go left into the bathroom, make a 90 degree turn, and then forward out of the