People Describe Times The Supernatural Intervened When They Were Up To No Good
Creepy, paranormal encounters sometimes cause people to stop short of committing an action they might regret. On Reddit, people share stories of supernatural interventions preventing them from going to jail, getting hurt, or doing something illicit in the first place. Personal encounters with ghosts might come in the form of loud noises, mysterious apparitions, ethereal warnings, or just a powerful sense of intuition. Are these reports all true stories of otherworldly assistance? You be the judge.
A Phantom Voice Told These Kids To Stay Out Of The Library
From Redditor /u/adaminc:
Over a couple of weeks one summer, me and some friends (all middle school, grade 7-8) snuck into a nearby school at night and just f*cked around, nothing damaging. Ate candy out of desks, ate ice cream out of the teachers lounge. Wrote notes to teachers and hid them in desks.
The first night we went in I was going to go into the library, had the door open, but a friend said "no, don't". He claimed it wasn't him who said it though, so we didn't go in. After that night, the library doors were locked, so we couldn't go in even though we wanted to.
Then one night about 9 days later, our entrance, the roof top hatch, was locked. And we couldn't get in anymore.
The very next night, some guys got busted after climbing in through the library windows. It seems they had motion detectors inside the library. Pointing away from the door we would have entered, into the main area. Connected to a silent alarm.
We would have been busted if not for whoever said those words.
A Mysterious Voice Saved Them From Falling Off A Roof
From Redditor /u/Merry_Dankmas:
My friends and I used to climb the roof tops of buildings a lot in our early to mid teens. One of our favorite spots was the library by my house. It has a ladder on the back side with a gate blocking off the rungs but you could grab the top of the gate and pull yourself up if you jumped high enough. We're all pretty tall so this isn't too much of a challenge for any of us. We got to the top and were about to light our joint when we heard someone say 'You boys better get down right now.'
We all jumped and turned around but couldn't see anyone. I hesitantly looked around the AC units and electrical boxes but couldn't see anyone. I walked to the edge of the roof and looked down to the sidewalk below but couldn't see anyone either. My friends and I scanned that entire roof top but couldn't find a single person. It was a roof top so it's not like they could have that many places to hide in the first place. It startled us enough that we decided to leave and get high somewhere else. I still have no idea who or what told us to get off the roof.
God Didn't Want Them In Church
From Redditor /u/Tsar_family:
Me and my crime partner did a lot of stuff. Burglaries, robberies, thefts etc for like 5 years.
We're both Orthodox Christians, so once in a while we would go to church.
Anyway, we're walking up the stairs and I see people entering the church.
The second we try to open the door, it's locked. (Tourists around us were taking pictures and we were the only ones trying to get in).
We walk away 20m and see people walking in there.
Guess God didn't want us in that day.
This is something I'll never forget.
A Stranger Knew This Person Was A Thief
From Redditor /u/Iusedtostealthings:
So I used to work as a security guard at a large office building. I often stole things like computers, desks, chairs etc from the offices. I was very careful and never took anything during my shift. There were only cameras in the lobby and on the outside of the building, not in any tenant spaces. One day I found a wallet in a desk and it had a few hundred dollars. I took the money and left the wallet. I wasn't on that night, no one saw me enter or leave the building and I wasn't on any camera. A few weeks later a lady I'd never seen before came up to the security desk and told me that she saw me take the money and even knew the exact amount. She said that she just wanted me to know that she knew. Then she left and I never saw her again. There is just no possible way she could have seen me.
A Ghost Warned This Burglar To Get Out Of His House
From Redditor /u/LudovicoSpecs:
This one night I was boosting some silverware from this old lady's house. She was home, but old people are pretty deaf and damn slow, so I didn't give a sh*t. I hear this strange sound coming from the room where she's watching TV (VOLUME WAY LOUD, GRANDMA), so I go look and she's like having a seizure or some s**t.
I might be a thief, but I'm not a jerk, so I call 911. They answer. S**t. I don't know what to say. "Hi, I was just robbing this old lady's house and she's having a seizure," so I freeze and say nothing. I wait with her, but she stops seizing and then I hear sirens, so I hide in her tiny front hall closet with the foldy doors and shutters.
Before the EMT's arrive, she stops seizing. So by the time they get to her door, she seems fine, except confused why they're at her house. They make nice, apologize and leave.
As soon as they're gone she starts seizing again. So I call 911 again, just in case. Really don't want a dead lady on my conscience. Same thing-- sirens, she stops seizing, answers the door. It's like a comedy at this point with me hiding in the closet, the bad guy with a heart of gold, but I'm not about to pop out and say, "But she was having a seizure!!" So they leave.
Just as they drive away with her waving an old lady good bye, she falls down and starts seizing again. Now it's just sad/funny. Gotta call 911 again for grandma, but this time I'm thinking about leaving a note or something cause I do want to get the f**k out of there. I call. Wait for the sirens.
Then she stops breathing. I'm thinking if I don't get the f*ck out of there, murder charge. I hide as the EMTs come through the door, put an oxygen mask on her and take her away. By this point, my adrenaline is through the roof and f**k it all, I feel like I've EARNED the right to take as much stuff as I can walk out the door with and since the house is now empty, I can take my time going through her stuff, silverware, jewelry, cash in a shoebox-- you name it, if I can find it, it's mine. A fee for being a good Samaritan.
F*ck if the EMT doesn't come back - who knows why? I hide again. He walks into the living room, turns the TV off and grabs a bag off her chair.
This is the part that f**ks me up.
As he turns to go, an old man just appears OUT OF F**KING NOWHERE, pats him on the back and whispers something to him. But the EMT doesn't react AT ALL-- doesn't turn around, doesn't pause, just heads back out the door like the old man isn't even there. Then the old guy GLIDES to the front window and stands there, waving goodbye.
Then he disappeared.
I'm standing in the closet frozen wondering what just happened and when I feel it. Somebody's breathing down my neck.
GET OUT OF MY HOUSE.
I started running, praying, crying, right out the f**king front door I didn't care who saw. I ran like a b**ch.
To this day, whenever someone says "scared straight" I try not to remember the sound of that old man's voice. But I always do.
A Strange Feeling Stopped This Kid From Stealing A Car And Getting Arrested
From Redditor /u/shadowofzero:
When I was 14 (33 now) I used to boost cars for this car theft ring in California. I did it for several months and never got caught. It was more of a thrill and lack of direction from living in a bad area and lack of supervision and authority in my life. I had never been arrested or got caught. I was always a good kid, but I rebelled after my parents split up.
Anyways, there was one car that I needed to pick up and get delivered that day. The boss man was extremely insistent that the order needed to be filled within a few hours. It was another job like any other. But when I was about a mile away from my order, I got a very uneasy and disturbing feeling. Nothing was out of the ordinary or different from the dozens of other jobs I'd done. But I couldn't shake the feeling. As I got closer to my destination, it was as if it just got noisier and more distracting (in my head). Finally that unsettling feeling overcame me and I bailed out. I saw the car and acted like I wasn't paying attention. I didn't do the job. I kept going and knew I was in deep shit with the boss guy. I decided to lay low because not filling an order was seriously bad news. That guy was not someone you disappointed or you would feel it. He was wrathful and on drugs. So I knew I had to hide for a while. 2 days of him blowing up my pager (yeah, that's how long ago it was lol) then the calls and pages it suddenly stopped.
Come to find out, word on the street was that the cops pulled a big sting operation and that car I was supposed to steal was being monitored. My old boss sent some other kid to get the car and they followed the kid back to the scrap yard and did a big bust. That guy got arrested. That kid got arrested. A whole boat load of people got pinched. But no one ever came for me. To this day, I know God was looking out for me. At that moment. At that time. And I listened. Since that incident, I never pulled any shit again. I straightened up, got back into school, and graduated with honors. It was all because of that weird, supernatural moment...
They Were Warned To Get Out
From Redditor /u/Kanaraketti:
Back in high school a group of friends and I would break into recently built houses in our subdivision and use it for small parties/smoking before school. Anyways, one morning I was inside smoking a bowl before my bus arrived and heard someone that sounded like an older lady in one of the front rooms say, “You better get out of here.” I was alone in the house and it was maybe 7:30am, being the little rebel I was and legitimately confused as to who would be in the house so early, I went and checked the rooms. Of course there wasn’t anyone inside and I never went back to that particular house. I’ve lived in the same subdivision for years and multiple families have moved in just to move out months or even weeks later.
Their Spiritual Ex Kept Them From Getting Arrested
From Redditor /u/Mrpig1886:
I was helping move coke (allegedly) to Queens. I was about to get on the subway on 14th street when I bumped into an ex who is into tarot and sprits (long story) etc. After missing a couple trains we parted ways.when I arrived at building in queens the cops raided the room five minutes prior. I bought a pack of tarot cards just out of respect.
This Robber Can Raise The Dead
From Redditor /u/WhyPanicJustChill:
Criminal here.
Partner and I were scouting out a house to rob. Elderly guy, nobody had seen him in a few days, mail over flowing in mailbox, missed a doctor's appointment, car hasn't moved, etc. We both know we are about to find a body or empty house which we could easily rob. We arrive on scene, look through the window and sure enough, we can see his foot on the floor in the living room. My partner is a seasoned robber and pulls rank and makes me go first. Door is unlocked and as soon as we open it we smell a mostly fresh dead body. Almost relieved, we both enter and he tells me to check vitals on dead dude. He is obviously dead, with lividity, dried feces on him and dried saliva around his mouth.
So I go to stand over him and see if I can get a pulse at which point he takes a deep breath, rolls over, and asks why we are in his house. At this point we both start screaming oh sh*ts and what the f*cks as we both run out of the house. I only managed to grab a silver spoon. I think he died a week later in the hospital. I still get jokes about raising the dead.
Something Stopped This Intoxicated Driver From Hitting Someone With Their Car
From Redditor /u/Badlay:
Used to grow a little weed and party on a plot of farmland in Wisconsin.
We would have friends up every memorial day and would camp off the side of an off road loop where we created a camp spot. Canoeing, partying, binge drinking.
One night I took my 89 Chevy blazer with a carload of people to the river for a swim. On the way back I was driving like an a**hole on the trail sending people bouncing all over. on purpose. And continued to carry on around the loop passed the camp spot when someone from the back grabbed me and pulled me back in my driver seat and yelled "STOP!!" I slammed on the breaks and everyone went flying forward. Threw it in reverse and made a three point turn to pull in and park at the camp spot. The passengers had enough and didn't want to pass up the tents and fresh beer. All poured out of the car laughing
A few minutes go buy and Mike is yelling at something on the trail. I go over there and in the dirt passed out cold with mud on his face from my front tire was this drunken friend of ours. I immediately started freaking out screaming how if Mike didn't see him and tell me to stop he would be dead. If I didn't pull in reverse after stopping he would be dead. I was kicking him and p*ssed until Mike stopped me to say he didnt see sh*t. NOBODY SAW SH*T AND NOBODY GRABBED ME.
But sure as sh*t I swear on my children something grabbed me and yelled at me to stop and saved his life that night.
Was This Really Divine Punishment?
From Redditor /u/RosieRedditor:
I don't consider myself a criminal, in fact I pride myself in being a very ethical person. But one time I committed a minor crime that led me to think there may be some Supernatural involvement here.
I went to Hobby Lobby, a clearly Christian establishment, buy some balsa wood. I needed four or five pieces, saw a six pack, and picked it up. When I went to the register, I realized that the cashier was charging me for only one piece. I guess it was not a six-pack, it was probably the bulk packaging that came from the manufacturer and the employees just never put them up. When I realized I was getting charged for one oiece only out of the stack of six, I decided to let it slide. I didn't point it out. I walked out with six pieces for the price of one. Really, I stole five pieces.
Fast forward a few days. I'm using a table saw to cut grooves in the wood to make some small gift boxes. I'm doing a pretty decent job until I stopped to chat with a friend and have a couple of glasses of wine. I don't know what possessed me, other than boredom, to return to the table saw. The first cut took some skin off the tips of three fingers.
Online, go to the ER for emergency stitching, get my tetanus shot, Etc. Have surgery to reconstruct fingertips, using cadaver skin (shout out to whoevers fingerprint I now have, tganks, man!). Shortly after, surgical wounds become infected with MRSA. More hospitalization and antibiotics.
At this point, I'm starting to feel God's wrath. Mind you, I'm not Christian, I was only very superficially Catholic long enough to get my first communion and drop the whole idea at bat. But thinking about the chain of events that unfolded from 5 stolen pieces of balsa wood, I could not help but believe that this was a sign from a higher power.
So I went back to Hobby Lobby which one of the pieces of balsa wood. I ask to speak to the manager. I explained the situation to him and told him I went to pay for those other 5 pieces of balsa wood because I really needed to be done with it.
I said it was a real load off my shoulders and I felt better after telling him that. He said it made him feel like a priest receiving confession
That was my first confession. It was not after a series of Catechism classes, nor at the indicated age, but it did happen as a result of learning a lesson. So I guess that counts, even if I am no longer Catholic.
A Demonic Doll Killed Someone After It Was Stolen
From Redditor /u/r3dditor10:
Once I stole this kid's doll. When I got home, I was bored and thought it would be funny to chant a demonic incantation over it. Suddenly my roommate dropped dead, and the doll actually stood up ran out the door. I didn't mention anything about the doll to the paramedics, because I didn't think they would believe me. My roommate's death was ruled natural causes, but I still can't help feel responsible that maybe I actually tapped into some sort of spiritual curse.
They Heard A Dead Girl's Scream
From Redditor /u/Maiq_The_Deciever:
Back in high school me and my friends liked to go places we shouldn't and smoke pot. So on 4/20 one year we all go to our old elementary school at like 10:30 at night to blaze it. Since it was so late we were kinda trespassing. On the way there my friend, whose mom worked at the school, told us about how one of the old janitors told his mom that a long time ago a girl died in a landslide on the hill behind the school.
So we are walking around the buildings when suddenly we hear a very loud, clear little girl scream coming from the direction of the playground, which would make sense if it wasn't 10:30 on a school night. It was one of those moments out of a movie, were we all just looked at each other mouth agape, and booked it out of there as fast as possible.
The House Made It Clear That The Intruders Weren't Welcome
From Redditor /u/Sensei10:
I broke into this one abandoned house once. It sat on the edge of the block and was behind a tall white wall, so you only saw what the yard looked like once you climbed over. Old shopping carts, toys, old dog house, kinda dreary. Door of the house had boards on it so had to pry those off with a crowbar. Once on the inside everything was black. It looked like the entire inside had been coated in soot, from the ceiling to the bathtub to the windows. Just all black. Thought that was weird. Anyway i spent a whole week there in the darkest point of winter, and im sure there was more than one reason I never got a night's sleep.
A Mysterious Phone Call Gave A Squatter An Important Tip
From Redditor /u/YeremyV:
I remember a creepy story with a similar theme like this.
A guy was talking about how he’d squat in a house that had been put on the market. He had a key to get in because he knew the owners, and he’d sleep and shower there after work.
He talked about how one night while he slept, the phone started ringing. He couldn’t figure out where it was coming from, and then he saw police cars pull up in the driveway. He hid while they scanned the windows and doors, and then booked it after they left.
He later came back and said that the locks had been changed. He looked at the whole thing like the house was warning him he’d be kicked out.
A Pickpocket Got Caught By A Warlock
From Redditor /u/DeadPendulum:
I am a pretty talented pickpocket, slight kleptomania. Lifted a wallet from a man as I came up behind him on the street. Almost zero contact, no one should've noticed a thing but the man spoke out very calmly as I passed him, "could I have that back please?" Turned around to see he was wearing sunglasses. He lifted them up and revealed that he was blind. I was so completely dumbstruck and baffled that I apologized and gave him back the wallet. Wasn't too worried about him picking me out of a line-up anyways, and didn't wanna be that guy that steals from the handicapped.
I guess his sense of touch was sharpened by the loss of sight or something like that. But for a brief second I was sure this man was a warlock.
The Wine Wasn't Worth It
From Redditor /u/HighDingyDoo:
Something similar happened to a friend of mine.
He worked at an expensive liquor store and decided to steal some bottles of wine one night.
Just a minute or so after opening the back door and walking into the darkness, he claims to have heard a voice say "What are you doing?"
He immediately felt frightened and left without the wine.
A Voice From Above Told This Guy To Run From The Cops
From Redditor /u/jdstorer12:
Wow I’ve never heard another persons story like this. A buddy of mine was driving to college and got group pulled over (mass traffic stop) after just finishing a bowl. (I know, irresponsible and dangerous, we did dumb stuff back then and we all regret it) He pulled up behind another car and stopped, then the cop who was talking to the other car walked past my buddies truck. The car in front starts to pull off, then my buddy says he just hears a voice in his head say “GO!” and he pulled away, just like that.
He spent the remainder of his drive back to school just waiting for the cops to show up on his a**, but they never did. I’m pretty sure that’s when he decided to quit smoking pot. Anyway, it’s crazy hearing something so similar from another person. I always believed him, he’s one of my oldest friends and sitting just about at the top of my list when it comes to godparents for my future kids, and I would trust him with anything. It’s still hard to believe though.
They Didn't Want To Be Ghost Food
From Redditor /u/spawnofbacon:
One day I went to rob the house of an old lady. Got to the door, thought it was my lucky day- it was unlocked! So I quietly made my way to the living room and almost shit my pants- the old lady was sitting in silence, staring at some unknown presence in the garden, not moving at all. I didn’t want to be ghost food, so I left and now I only rob young ladies. Changed my life, man.
The Sound Came Out Of Nowhere
From Redditor /u/jamesfishingaccount:
I grew up in a small town and me and some friends made it our goal one summer to break into every building possible at night. We didn’t want to steal anything or actually break anything to get in, it was more of a test of our ability to pick locks or create ways during the day that would make it easy to get in at night. We got into the elementary school one night, there was rumors of a bomb shelter in the basement so we had to check it out. It was true, the basement ‘janitor closet’ had a big a** metal door and inside there was some bomb shelter warning and instructional stuff along with regular janitor equipment. Nothing interesting or crazy happened while we were in the school and we left after a short period of time. We hung out on the playground equipment afterword. At around 1 AM while we’re just hanging out there is a tapping sound from the 3rd floor window and we all stopped talking and looked up. I couldn’t see anything in the window and then BAM! BAM! BAM! Three incredibly loud slams against the window. The window was shaking but still nothing to be seen, we ran to the closest friends house because it scared the bejesus out of all of us.
They Could Feel The Building's Terrifying History
From Redditor /u/Seriousdolla:
We forced an entry into an abandoned and dismantled psychiatric asylum. We wandered the halls and had a look in all the various rooms, some nice and open with windows and bathrooms, some small and cell-like. The rec room had iron bars over the window frames and in the center of the whole building was a quiet little courtyard with a few drill holes where benches used to be.
There wasn't the sense of being watched or a presence, but somehow I could feel the history of fear and confusion of the place. The urge to leave was strong and I was caught in a weird place of moving fast but remaining consciously calm. I had to keep reminding myself that everything was fine and that I could go outside at any time.
