The Strange Coincidences Archive

I can’t stop seeing the number one where ever I go. I am never
looking for it. Well, I would look at the clock and see 11.11 or 1.11, there would be no reason for me to look at a car building street number but just happen to look over like you do and see 11 or 1 or 111 and so on. I am not superstitious, I believe in God, now is this a message from somebody? Is someone trying to contact me or what is it? I’m not scared just intrigued. One time I was in a service station that I normally visit. Somebody came in and asked, “Could I have 11 on 11”, that is 11 bucks on pump 11. The same week it happened again. Now I’m tripping, do you have any ideas?

My name is Chris. I moved into a house in Kettlewell Street, Grimsby. There were 2 other lads there, both called chris. We thought it was quite odd all 3 of us having the same first name. Anyways a few weeks later a little cat kept on turning up at our house, often sleeping on the sofa. As a joke we called the cat chris. We awoke one morning to find that the cat had crapped all over one of the cushions. When we took off the cover, one word was written in black marker pen on the foam seat – Chris.

On the 21st December 1991, my father was killed in a car crash on a quiet road in South Western France, close to where I now live. I was particularly affected by this as I was driving the car at the time. My father’s birthday was 28th January 1948. Time passed on and I eventually found myself living with a French girl from 1995 onwards. In 1997, she became pregnant and we were going to have a baby. Would you believe it William Ord made an appearance on 28th January 1998. Exactly 50 years to the day after my father. Everyone was delighted at the coincidence. It was only whilst I was filling in the birth registration at the local “Mairie” in Saint Junien that it hit me. I left the Mairie and phoned my mother. She confirmed that the time of death on my dad’s certificate was 8.25pm and I had just completed a birth registration with time of birth as 8.25am. This is true and I can send you the proof if required.

My father was the head of science at a secondary school in Sheffield England. He was given a small statue by the Art teacher made by a pupil and it had been left in the school pottery workshop by a pupil who had left the school the term before.

He brought it home and gave it to me and I put it in my bedroom window. It had been there for a couple of years or so.

One day we had painters doing the outside of the house with ladders etc, one of the men doing my window saw the statue and came down stairs to ask my mum where she got it?

“Why” she asked? “Because I made it,” he replied. ( Consider that our house was in a small village 15 miles from sheffield ) when I was at Colley school.

He asked he if could have a closer look and my mum fetched it and he saw his initials on the statue base. Yep I made it he said.

What an amazing coincidence that out of all these millions of people he should be the one to paint my window, he could have painted other windows and never have seen it!

The next day my father came home and he waited to speak to him and it turned out he used to teach him in school and he had forgotten to take the statue home. However he said to keep it as he didn’t want it anyway.

Imagine my surprise when I saw it in the window he said.

I am a grandmother of three boys and I work as a teller in a bank in Sydney, Australia. One day last week a lady came into the branch where I work and handed over a home loan payment slip with 3 surnames on it. M.N. Mason, J.K. Fletcher, A.H. Cooper. I was absolutely astounded as they are the names of my 3 grandsons, Mason, Fletcher and Cooper. What makes it even more surprising is the fact that the names were written in the exact birth order of my grandchildren as well. Any ideas on the odds of this happening?

After ending an abusive relationship in which my ex-partner took my son at the age of four, it took me 11 years to find him again. After a wonderful reunion, my son, my daughter(aged 18) and myself were watching video tapes I had made of the kids when they were little. The date the video had been taken was on the screen but I didn’t take any notice until both kids said that it was today’s date, I looked and said don’t be silly it says 1991, and then looked again and they were right, the date was 13/9/1991, the video had been taken on exactly the same date as our reunion, exactly 11 years before, and as the video had been taken of the kids in their pyjamas, it was round the same time of the evening. We all felt a strange sensation, it was spooky. It has convinced me that things happen for a reason, and our reunion at that time was meant to be.

When I was about 6 years old, I got a small puppy for my birthday. I named her Cricket. We quickly became the best of friends. Well, we lived in a small town in Kentucky, but went to California for vacation every year to visit family. We had a family friend from the next town over to come and feed and take care of Cricket. Well, he decided to take her to his house while we were gone so he wouldn’t have to make the drive everyday. One day he went to go out to feed her and she was gone. He looked for her for the whole 2 weeks we were gone, but never found her.

I was devastated when I came home and found out that Cricket had run away.

About 1 year later we ended up buying the house right next door to the man who watched Cricket while we were gone. We had been living there for about 6 months when we got a call from another family friend who lived a couple of miles down the road. He said that there was a dog that had been hanging around his house for the past week and he thought that she might be ours. Well, my dad didn’t tell me because he knew the chances were slim and he didn’t want to get my hopes up. He went to the guy’s house, and sure enough it was Cricket!

Somehow she survived the cold winter and being on her own for over a year. He brought her home to me and she immediately began wagging her tail. She was as happy to see me as I was her.

I was born on the 9th day of the 9th month in 1963, 6 + 3 = 9.

I was born at 9:00 in the morning and I weighed 9lbs 9oz at birth.

Mathematicaly every 9 years after my date of birth not only will my birthday break down to 9 but my age will also.

The hospital address where I was born is 333 Doctors Ave.

Strange but true!

It was some time in August of 2001 and looking back on my dream I think it’s safe to say it was very disturbing. I was looking out my bedroom window which looks into Newark, NJ and the Passaic River. All of a sudden, I saw a low flying plane turn 180 degrees and head straight for my house. The plane collided with my house right below me. My next memory is me being out of my house running the streets with hundreds of people including my friend Mike. (I still don’t know why Mike was there, I had not spoken with him for at least a year) One month later, as you all are well aware, two planes crashed into the World Trade Center.

This is not the only coincidence of my life, by far. When I was nine I had some sort of psychic ability which would freak out my friends and parents at times. I was able to predict commercials that would come on television or mention something and have someone reply to me they were just thinking that. There is more to what meets the eye here, there IS something we don’t know about the way God runs the world.

Coincidence #1: Every time I walk down a street in any town or any city at night, street lights randomly go out as I walk under them. Everytime this happens I kinda giggle to myself and I know that I’m in line with fate and that I am in the right place in life.
This coincidence happens to both my dad and his brother too.

Coincidence #2: I was listening to the radio and started to hum a song that was not playing. The song came on next.

Coincidences #3: Whenever I am writing in my journal and listening to a CD at the same time, I tend to write certain words at the same time the singer is singing them. It got to a point that I would start underlining the words that coincided.