People Are Sharing The Most Bonkers Things They’ve Ever Witnessed With Their Own Eyes

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“This happened 10 years ago in the middle of nowhere. It was a rainy Friday night in the backwoods of the Midwest. The kind of fall rain where leaves stick to your headlights and raindrops fill your vision faster than the windshield wipers can clear them. The kind where it feels like the world is running at a lower frame rate. There were no other cars on the road. Why would there be? I had this sinking feeling that no one should be driving in this weather. I had not seen another car for about 20 minutes, so I was driving slowly when I came to a full stop to avoid something in the road. At first, I thought it was the belly of a deer that had been hit, but it moved without any sign of pain. Then I realized it was an old, sleepy-looking dog lying in the road. It was huge and white. It lifted its head and looked at me, tail wagging, like it was greeting a friend. I remember thinking, ‘Oh my God, someone hit this poor dog,’ but I was wrong. It moved easily and calmly.”

“I honked my horn. The dog stood, took a few steps, then sat back down and looked at me again, tail thumping slowly while rain poured onto it. I rolled my window down and called to it, but it did not move. I was too freaked out to get out of the car.

You know when something is technically possible, but only barely? My mind kept telling me this could be a real dog, while everything else in me was screaming that it was not.

After about a minute, the dog turned its head as if listening, stood up, and calmly walked across the road. When its first paw stepped off the gravel and into the ditch, it vanished. Just disappeared.

I tried to rationalize it. A trick of the light. The rain. The visibility. Maybe it moved fast. I still do this every time I tell the story. Shaking, I kept driving and soon came upon an old horse farm. Up ahead, I saw a cellphone light waving and a man in a rain slicker flagging me down. Just past the hill, a huge truck had crashed into a ditch, partially blocking the road. Another driver had stopped to help and was on the phone with emergency services.

The man was still shaking when he told me what happened. The truck had lost control on the wet gravel moments earlier. I missed being hit by maybe a minute. If I had not been stopped in the road by that dog, I might have plowed right into that truck. If I had not been driving extra cautiously, it might have hit me instead.

According to my mom, there was a report later that the truck driver had been under the influence, but thankfully, no one died. I think that dog is the reason I’m alive. Real or ghost, it stopped me in the road and probably saved my life.”

—u/o_simple_thing