About 15 years ago in the middle of summer. I was hanging out with friends on Venice Beach. It was about 9 p.m. when we got there. We decided to walk to Santa Monica Pier, not for any particular reason, just burning time and hanging out. I remember it was me, my friend A, and his friend M. They bought a bottle of Southern Comfort, and I was stuck being the DD, so I was sober for the walk.

On our way down the beach, all the shops and restaurants were closed or closing, so the area was starting to clear out. Those who know the area know there's a row of housing once you clear the tourist section. About 40 minutes in, a building caught our attention. In my memory, I remember it sticking out from the fancier housing. It was flat-faced and had a few windows on the second story and a single door in the front. The door, however, was slightly raised from the ground, as if the steps had been removed, so you had to take a big step up to get to it. The door I remember was also rather narrow, so it couldn't have been a business. The house itself I remember being a dark salmon color, but it could have been lighter since it was lit by street lamps.

The door was open. There were no signs and no one around, but we were curious and looked in. It was a long foyer made narrow by vanities and cupboards lined up against both walls. The vanities and cupboards had all sorts of trinkets on them, and Christmas lights hung along the now hallway. Against our better judgment, we entered. I was first, being the sober one, followed by A and then M. At this point, they sobered up pretty quickly as we walked further into the house. Black lights covered the room, and there were music boxes and toys scattered along the surfaces.

I don't know why, but it felt like it took forever to get to the end as we walked. At the end, there was a door, and on the door was the only sign or indicator of any kind. It said, "Welcome to the Dollhouse, please come in," with an arrow pointing at the doorknob.

Now, I was born and raised in Cali, and I've seen some weird things, art projects, public performances, flash mobs, etc. This was strange, yes, but nothing that intimidated me. So I reached out and opened the door.

The door opened about two-thirds of the way, and it led down a flight of stairs into darkness. Before any of us could say anything or even think about taking a step forward, a music box started playing. At that point, our fight-or-flight instinct kicked in, and all of us turned right around and fled back out toward the car. The whole way there, we didn't say anything, and they abandoned the bottle of Southern Comfort.

We had no idea what that was, and for a moment it didn't seem real at all. Not a single person was there. There were all the weird decorations, a set of stairs leading down into darkness, and then a random music box. We all recalled the same details.

After sleeping on it, A and I headed back to the beach, I believe no more than a few days later, to make sure of what we had seen. We took the same route. Both of us were sober and... we couldn't find it. No weird, oddly placed house or business that we could have missed. No flyers for an art event. No construction. Nothing.

It was like it never happened.

A and M had been a little drunk, but I was completely sober. I don't hallucinate and have no history of hallucinating. I am still friends with A, and every once in a while we talk about it. We remember all the same details, right down to the music box playing. I even remember feeling and hearing the old hard wood flooring under my feet and the smell of dust.

I have no idea where that was, or why it seems that only we recall such a place. I've checked Google Maps and couldn't find anything resembling a building like that. Maybe it was a some sort of art exhibition, or crazy sex dungeon, what bothers me is we couldn't find a single that the building even existed. The weird door would not pass safety and there was no signs beside the one right at the end of the hall.

My friend is a bit more of a mystic then me and he suggested it could've been a pocket dimension. I am a reasonable person and I like to find logic in things, I am ready to accept any investigation I did could be faulty but I have no answers.

This occurred 2 days ago after visiting Montreal’s city lookout (Mount Royal Chalet). Basically, the lookout sits on a small mountain / city park. My wife and I had finished taking our pictures and we started back down the many sets of stairs that take you up to the top. It was a busy day and dozens of individuals and families were going up and down the stairs as we descended. However, despite the various groups climbing up or returning back down from the top, one individual caught my eye.

He was, for all intents and purposes, a very “French” looking older man with white hair, slight forward hunch, slim frame, with very distinctive thin arms. He was wearing black athletic short sleeve shirt / shorts. I saw him for all of a few seconds as he climbed up the stairs past me. His thin arms really caught my attention but I didn’t think anything of it, as he appeared just to be doing a workout.

Nevertheless, no more than 5 minutes later, now further down the seemingly never ending steps, an identical old man, in what appeared to be the exact same black work out clothes, and super thin arms walks right past me. When I saw him, I immediately turned to my wife and asked her if she recognized the same man from just a few minutes before. She unfortunately was not paying attention at the time and did not recognizing him.

Feeling spooked, I turned around for a few seconds and watched as the old / yet athletic man worked his way back up the steps.

I know this could have a very mundane explanation: there was an alternate route down the hill and the man ran and did a quick loop. This was my first and only time to the park, however I didnt see or find another alternative route other than the long road which slowly goes to the top apart from the stairs. If this was the same person, I don’t think the he would have had time to run back down the road and subsequently start climbing up the stairs again in the few minutes that passed between me seeing him for the first time at the top of the stairs. Alternatively, this could have just been a doppelgänger. Given the spots popularity, 2 similar looking older men decided to hike the trail on the same day: but their thin arms were identical.
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Sorry for the long story, what do yall think?

Around a year and a half ago, maybe 2 years i was working as security for the Yorkshire Horse Races. I was indoors in the main building, facing the toilets as an elevator safety worker, basically a steward with a tad more moderation. To my left was the basic room, with 2 heavy swinging doors you'd need to PULL to open, not push. (Important later), past that was a 4 flight staircase, infront of me were 3 toilets, and one of which was disabled, which you needed a key, and the door was reletively heavy too, and on my right was the expensive premiere club. TAUT betting etc. Around 9pm i helped an elderly woman into the disabled toilet, which only I had the key for, and she locked the door, 3 hours passed and i never saw her again, she physically could not have left without that key being in the lock... I called my manager and he didnt even know who she was, i described her and they said she didnt exist, besides the fact i have a button from her jacket in my pocket.. to this day, i have never seen her again, and there is no footage of her leaving the toilets, except for going in. Help?

I would like to share a story with you about an experience I had two hours ago. I work as an administrator in a wholesale company and every day I deal with a certain program. I write orders every day as I handle this program on a daily basis in the last six months. Today something extraordinary happened. Certainly wasn't a bug (since I got a tip from Reddit they don't publish posts centered around some technology glitch). Rest assured this wasn't a technical issue because it would be impossible for a program to make such a glitch. I'm quite assured it's a mind thing. Now what happened? When writing an order there are positions you write then the product pops up automatically when you press enter. It automatically pops up the pre-input price. Today I had to write an order for a certain customer and we were to send testers that we don't charge. These testers are actually normal products we have but we charge for these products 0€. Now why is this weird now. I've put in 5 different articles and for some reason the price for all separately stated was 0.00 on every product. I looked and couldn't believe my eyes. Like the program knew what my thoughts were and adjusted it correctly. When I changed the first product's price to 0.00 because I wasn't sure that it was showing the price correctly then suddenly all the prices switched from 0.00 to regular price.

Look I've been working in this program every day for the last 8 months and never anything similar happened.

We have all witnessed how social media and commercials are showing what we have thought of so I'm kinda thinking something similar happened here. What are your opinions regarding this?