7 Creepy Past Life & Reincarnation Stories

Welcome to Fear Street. What happens when we die? It's perhaps the most important question we can ask. It affects every decision we make or don't make on a subconscious level. Some believe that death is the end of the road, while others believe that we go to an eternal paradise or an endless realm of torture depending on our actions. No one can know for sure though, as when you cross over to the other side, there's no coming back. Or is there? Throughout history there have been many cases of people who claim to remember their former lives. To make things even more strange, these people often even remember dying. So what's really going on here? Are these people genuinely remembering lives they've lived previously? Or is there a more rational explanation? In the end, you'll have to decide for yourself. Here are some past life stories that will make you question reality as you know it. I don't believe in the paranormal. I'm a pretty reasonable guy. I have degrees in science and healthcare, and I'm pretty grounded. But since I was a child, I've had a memory of me stumbling out the back door of a club. I couldn't hold myself up. I was either really drunk or on drugs. And I slipped down a staircase, hit my head in the alley, and died. I was about 19. I was thin, had long blonde hair, and was wearing a brownish-red leather jacket. I remember the neon signs, the staircase, the door I walked out of, even the interior. I can paint the picture perfectly if I had any talent in art. Anyways, so two years ago I took a leisure trip to Budapest, and while exploring the ruined pubs with my wife, I found the alley. It was funny, because I had remarked to my wife earlier when we arrived, that I felt something about Budapest that felt like home, and familiar, and I felt oddly too comfortable there, like I could have never left. I think about this quite often. I had a brother pass away from brain cancer. At the time we had a cat who was a calico, and she just sort of knew he was battling something. She was really mean to most people, but with him she was gentle. He'd grab her paws, and she'd just let it happen. About three years after he passed, my parents had another child, a boy. He was about three when he told my parents about the white, brown, and black cat that used to let him grab her paws. She had died about a year before he was born. My middle son used to talk about having a different mom before me. He'd say she was blonde, and looked nice, but wasn't nice. He'd bring it up randomly, and only ever got a bit emotional when he'd tell me that when he was with her, he never got to grow up. He said he chose me to be his mom this time, because I'd let him grow up and get old. When he would say the last part, it was as if he was looking for reassurance. He'd ask me like, Right mom? I can grow up this time? It really messed me up sometimes. My daughter, when she was three, used to talk about her imaginary friend all the time. She said he was big and fun, and spent a lot of time playing with her. One day I was scanning old photos, and had a photo of my father on my desk, and she said, Hey, how did you get a photo of my friend? I instantly got shivers down my spine. My father died in the house, 15 years previously, and she played in a room that used to be his office. I cautiously asked her to tell me more about her friend, and without hesitating, she told me he talked funny. The chills stopped me dead in my tracks, because my dad was an Aussie, who never lost his accent. When my younger sister was three, she started talking to my mom about when I was a big girl, and you were a little girl. She said that she had went to my parents' wedding. She described her old self physically, and my mom says that it sounded like her grandmother Grace. She also talked about the green house that she used to live in at the end of a dirt road, and the fact that her mother, my mom's great-grandmother Matilda, died from a snake bite while they lived there. She described the snake as pretty, and with the full description, my mom thinks she was describing a copperhead. Now, we lived in northern Nebraska, where there are no copperheads, and Matilda had died in southeast Oklahoma, copperhead region. My sister said she killed the snake with a hoe. These discussions always took place at bedtime. One day, we were putting in the garden, and my dad was sitting down and sharpening the hoe with a file, and my sister told him he was doing it wrong. He told her to show him how to do it. She put her hands on his and placed them in the correct position, and later he said that she was right. He was doing it wrong. For those of you interested in the timelines, this would be in 1980. My mother's grandmother Grace died in 1968, and her great-grandmother Matilda died in 1902. Also, we don't know if a snake bite was the cause of death for her great-grandmother Matilda. I was 15 at the time these little nightly discussions were going on, so I remember them fairly well. She probably told these things on and off for about six months. And then by the time she turned four, she'd say, I'm tired of talking about it. I have a very short memory of a dream, although I can't remember actually having the dream, just the dream itself. It starts with a woman whom I dream self-identifies as my mother screaming for my safety. I turn around from whatever I was doing on a dirt road in a busy city to see the terror on her face. Then something crashes into me. I immediately get upset about the extremely consequential accident. I had plans and strategies for this life, and now I had to start over. Based off the angle of my vision in this little scene, I can guess my height and say the dream figure was probably around six or seven. Also, the fact that it was a dirt road in a busy city makes me think it was India or something, although I can't say for sure what the skin tone of my mother was. It might have helped. Also, this sounds like a fatal car crash, but the road was a dirt road, which seems really weird. I also have a memory of looking out of a window at a small walled-in courtyard, feeling some pride about it and the dozens or maybe up to a hundred people who used it, many of whom were my offspring, and smiling a goodbye blessing. I remember as a very small child spending a long time trying to remember why I had chosen to be born this time as a girl, since everything that I was learning about the world seemed to tell me that it was categorically better to be a boy instead. Oddly, I have no idea what gender I was in the two memories of death. I also remember thinking it was kind of unfair to compare me with some of the other elementary school kids, because I could just remember things while they were learning them for the first time. I also remember trying to ask my mother about these memories, but being careful just in case she didn't believe in life before birth. She didn't, so I couldn't ask anything more detailed. When William Barnes was four years old, he drew a ship with four smokestacks. He showed the drawing to his parents and told them, this is my ship, but she died. Soon he started insisting that his family call him Tommy instead of William, and he wouldn't stop talking about two brothers and other family members. None of what he was saying made any sense to his parents, and the situation escalated when William started having non-stop nightmares about a huge ship, freezing water, and steel slabs falling on top of him. The nightmares continued, and it was only at age 25 that William sought help. He underwent hypnosis, and during the session he could hear himself arguing about the ship's design. As soon as he awoke from the hypnotic trance, he told the counselor, my name is Tommy Andrews. Soon the fragmented pieces of William's nightmares started forming a complete picture. He became increasingly convinced that he was the reincarnation of Titanic designer Thomas Andrews. William Barnes was born on the date the Titanic sank, and during hypnotic age regression sessions later in his life, he spoke with a heavy Irish accent while detailing the sinking of the ship and how he died on the deck. William now has his own website on which he details his experiences and presents proof of his claim to reincarnation fame.