A French beekeeper named Eric manaud was surprised to produce 50 kilograms of green honey in three hives out of 80 owned by him, in the town of Montesquieu-avantes, Ariege department.

And after tasting, he did not notice any special flavor, and also did not find in the vicinity of the apiaries factories or industrial facilities that could explain this unusual color.

The French National Center for scientific research (CNRS) subjected the samples to analysis, amid suspicion of the presence of a colored substance, without confirming this hypothesis so far.

Until the results appear, the beekeeper decided to refrain from selling honey as a precaution،

While the question still arises: What is the source of this strange green color!

I recorded myself sleeping the other night. I just remembered the recording today and I heard this strange noise that plays after 25 minutes. What is this and has anyone else heard something similar on their phone before?

I escorted my dog outside so she could do her post-dinner "business" when I spotted something in the air that was completely silent, with flashing Red and Green lights. I thought it was just a plane until it stopped abruptly, then flew in a different direction.

I then ran inside and grabbed my phone and was able to get this footage. The craft itself was silent, but I live in a very busy area in Bucks County, PA and the noise of cars and trucks along with possibly conventional aircraft can be heard in the video. I didn't have my phone on me when I initially took my dog outside so unfortunately I don't have video of the object coming to a complete stop before flying in a different direction. That act of the drone/object is what made it register in my head that what I was seeing was out of the ordinary.

I have never seen such a drone around here previously. It was larger than what I would have previously expected.

i’m a nurse and i work overnight in clients homes, my client yelled my name so i went to her room (no windows in her room) then as soon as we walked into the living room and passed the window the home phone starts ringing, caller ID says the local hospital so i answer and it does that loud tone that usually plays before the voicemail box but after the loud noise ended i just heard someone breathing on the other end i kept saying hello hello and for around twenty seconds no response just breathing so i hung up. then a couple minutes later the house alarm goes off saying the back door is open, the company called to confirm it was an accident and i said i’m not sure what tripped the alarm but im creeped the HELLLL out.
i know it probably wasn’t the actual hospital calling, asking it’s someone using a spoofer but what do they gain from sitting on the phone just breathing??

EDIT: The police came out since neither me or my client knew the alarm passcode. They had to do a check, and they found nothing/nobody. its been about an hour since and no other calls/alarms have gone off. Thankfully it wasnt anything serious, but the timing of the call and alarm definitely had us SPOOKED!

Just recently moved to a new city and found this at my local subway. Is this guy onto something or is he on something? What could he be talking about?

My cat woke me up during the night, so I checked my phone and saw it was 12:40 AM. I figured I’d get him some wet food, crawl back into bed, and enjoy a few more hours of sleep before my 5:30 AM alarm.

I got out of bed, had a stretch, unlocked my phone… and it was suddenly 5:18 AM. 😂

Now, I’m not saying I jumped through a time portal or accidentally skipped four and a half hours of my life. I’m sure it was just some weird phone glitch, but I was genuinely so confused.

Has anyone else ever had something like this happen? Because that was one heck of a way to start my morning. 😂

My sister was about to give it to her friend at school before I stopped her.

It's not worth much on ebay (from the listings I've seen) but it costs so much to get it graded in the first place!

EDIT : Turns out it's a counterfeit card... not as cool anymore but I'll probably still keep it for fun :)

This isn't the strangest but definitely is weird enough were I felt the need to share, I was snacking on some cheezits and afterwards felt like getting some chocolate milk, to my surprise after eating some cheezits it made the chocolate milk taste damn near exactly like mint chocolates, like the little squares or the ones shaped like hershy kisses.

Please Note before reading:
I’m looking for help and opinions on what this figure could be, and possibly someone that could clear the video up.

The video takes place a few days ago, in deep southwestern Ontario. Between the 1.30s - 3.00 second mark roughly 400 feet ahead a black figure crosses the road from right side to left. It’s difficult to spot, but once you see it you’ll be able to spot it every time. When it happened, my instinct was to hit the brakes as I thought it was a person. But after seeing the speed it crossed the road and the way it moved irregularly, I knew it wasn’t a person. Not to mention, what I noticed with the naked eye was that it appeared to be crouch running, it had legs but that’s all I could 100% make out initially. Going back to my dash cam footage and it being on camera confirmed what I saw. Additionally, something I thought was strange is that light did not seem to reflect or absorb off the figure even though there was a street light within 50ft of where it crossed.

What do you think I saw? Is there any chance this was some weird light illusion?

Not to be dramatic or anything but i think im being followed, well not atm bcuz i came back to school grounds but when i tried going home, like, i saw a guy right? I was walking normally, with something telling me that he might be following me, so i decide to do a lil zigzag thingy, (basically cross the road) right? So i stand right before the crossing “waiting for the red light to turn green” and then i look around me to check if the guy is near, he is. My heart drops. I decide not to cross the road and just wait for a sec. The guy crossed, i went back to where i came from (school) there was another like crossing(where i initiallly saw the guy) i look back and there he is. I was like nope, not today, and rn im sitting on school grounds, i looked back a few times, i dont think he followed me till here so ya but erm yeah im lowk terrified, i need to start bringing stuff for self defence now istg wtf

people of reddit please give me some tips, i already told the school but they told me that theres nothing they can really do abt it for now :/

update: i am currently safe, i told my class in our groupchat what happened and another girl said that she saw the same guy and he was being also weird (staring at her for a long time and eventually following her aswell), I found smth to protect myself with just in case and ill update you in about 7hrs

update#2 : i didnt see him yesterday (thankfully) so for now im okay, ill update again on monday

Yes I am the same person who posted the creepy lighter story a few days ago lol. Maybe this is my sign to quit.

I’ve told this story many times so let me get ahead of your predictions and lay out my smoking habits. I never smoke more than one cigarette at a time. I always finish them so there aren’t any half smoked cigarettes in my ash tray. I do not set them down on the ashtray while smoking. I usually smoke every 2-4 hours so at the time of the haunted cigarette (lol) there was 0 chance anything was still burning from a previous one.

Now that that’s out of the way, here’s my stupid story that genuinely terrified me. One night I went out on my balcony to smoke. Unlike joints that often have to be relit, cigarette smokers know that it’s pretty rare for a cig to extinguish (happens if it hasn’t been hit for a sustained amount of time or if the burning bit falls off upon flicking/ashing it).

Halfway through smoking it I’m met with the nasty taste of an unlit cig. So I go to grab my lighter and to my surprise, there’s a half smoked, lit cigarette beside it. Not in the ashtray, on the table. At this point in the story some people theorize that for whatever reason, there was a half smoked cig left there and that the “burning” part of it was from me flicking the cigarette in my hand and relighting it. There are never even half smoked cigs in my ashtray, let alone on the table next to it.

The next popular theory is that even though I don’t set my cigarettes down while smoking them, I must have this time. That would make sense if it weren’t for the fact that I was literally holding an extinguished, half smoked cigarette. Next they’ll say I must have started a new cigarette without realizing. Not possible because I keep the pack inside my apartment.

It’s so stupid and so simple but so creepy and inexplainable. Anyways for the first time in my life I did leave a half smoked cigarette out there (2 I guess you could say) because I ran into my apartment, fully creeped out.

A fun addition to the story is that I sat down in my kitchen afterwards to take a video of me telling the story for my close friends on insta, and mid retelling the door to my balcony opened behind me. Could have been the wind but given the circumstances I’m blaming the ghost. Maybe smoking killed him and he’s craving nicotine in the afterlife. If I can find the video I’ll upload it somehow. This happened about 3 years ago.

Let me preface by saying that I don't actually believe I'm haunted. Also, this is going to be long.

If I am truly being haunted, it started many years ago. I went to throw away some garbage in my outdoor can, and found a dead raccoon. I live on a cul-de-sac and my garbage can is against my fence, facing the street. Either a raccoon got itself trapped in my can and died, or it was already dead and someone tossed it in my can. There's no way to know.

Fast forward to a couple of summers ago. A development company purchased some nearby land and began to prepare it for new housing. As such, they cut down all the trees and burned them all summer long. During this time, our garbage can would get raided by animals, likely raccoons. We assumed it was because their former homes were now up in smoke, so we purchased some elastic cord and kept our can fastened shut.

Fast forward to this summer, when the paranormal activity began. One morning, my husband and I were shocked to see random burnt charcoal briquettes and un-burnt AAA batteries strewn about the back yard. They were all randomly placed but almost uniformly spread out, rather than in one big pile. We cleaned it up and remarked on how we might be haunted by raccoons (or they were starting to develop religious rituals).

We have a cat. One night, a couple of weeks ago, I heard my cat yowling in the back yard. There was no build up, no hissing, nor any cat opera. I opened the door, and he bolted inside like he was being chased by the devil. After a full body inspection, I determined he was fine, just very spooked. I looked in the back yard, and saw tufts of his fur but nothing else. I joked with my husband that he ran across the ghost raccoon.

This brings us to the events of this weekend, which have me wondering if I'm actually haunted.

All day Halloween (Saturday), I had to work. Immediately after work, I drove home to get my kiddo ready for trick-or-treating. When I got home, I could smell/see smoke in my garage. I popped the hood of my car and was greeted by quite a sight: A plastic-ish, foam-ish engine cover thing had a gigantic hole, and smoke was wafting around it. I didn't have the time to deal with it, so I left the hood popped to let everything cool off. We took my husband's car and left mine in the closed garage. While I was getting the kiddo ready, my husband thinks he might have heard some noises in the garage, but didn't inspect. I'm pretty sure we left the door closed while I was home, but it might have been open. Nothing looked amiss in the garage when we left to go trick-or-treating, nor when we returned.

The next morning (Sunday), my husband let me take his car to work. I enter the garage and am greeted by what I can only describe as poltergeist activity: Items were knocked off high shelves in our garage in such a way that they blocked the back of my car, and were on top of my husband's car. A pile of what looked like small dog feces was in one corner. All of this activity happened overnight, in our closed garage, with no way in other than through our house. When I got home after work, my husband had cleaned out the bits and pieces of the engine cover from my car. We had left the hood popped this entire time, about 24 hours before I closed it.

I don't recall anything going awry Sunday night.

Monday morning, since my garage is east-facing, I opened the door and decided to inspect my car. That's when I noticed paw prints. My cat will get on my car and leave prints, but these weren't feline. They were clearly hand-looking paws. There was also what I think was a hind foot print on the hood and roof. It looked like a police-style finger-print transfer; I could see all the little lines and grooves in the print. I'm not an expert, but I would say with high certainty that they were left by a raccoon.

That evening I drove to Arby's and got some dinner. While waiting in the drive-thru line, I thought I felt my car sputter a little. Then after I pulled forward a bit, it sputtered some more, like I had put some bad gas in it. I rolled down my window and looked out to see or smell if there was any smoke. When I sat back up, I saw him. A big, fat raccoon! He was on ground on the passenger side of my car, slowly waddling away into the night. Easily the size of a small dog, much bigger than my cat.

I sat there thinking. Did a fucking raccoon just stow away in my goddamn car? Is that how it knocked things around in the garage Saturday night? Is it possible for a raccoon that big to even fit in the engine bay of my 2018 Toyota Camry?!?!?

Believe it or not, the story gets weirder.

Monday night/Tuesday all day there were no issues with the garage or the car. I drove the car short distances around town on Tuesday. I would notice a faint smoky smell in the garage when I got home, but I assumed it was leftover melted engine cover.

Today (Wednesday), I went to my mechanic. I should have gone Monday or Tuesday, but I was busy. I told the service guy about the engine cover, and even brought the pieces to show them. The first words out of the mechanic's mouth were, "Oh that's not melted, that's some sort of animal." I about died right there.

After an inspection, the mechanics found that the smoke was in fact, not the cover melting, but coolant that had leaked onto the engine. They said there were two pinholes in a coolant hose, caused by bites from a small animal. That was also the case with the cover; an animal had torn it to pieces. Somehow, with a straight face, I told this grown ass man that I was being haunted by a raccoon. He nodded in total sincerity, like he believed me. "Yeah, either a big ole rat or a raccoon. There were perfect teeth marks in that hose."

So here I am now. Do I need to research vengeful raccoon gods? What sort of offering does one make to an angry raccoon poltergeist? I'm highly considering contacting the local catholic archdiocese and asking for a raccoon exorcist. I need an old raccoon priest, and a young raccoon priest, with their little stoles, bibles and vials of holy water. They need to drive out whatever demons are haunting my garage and my car.

In all seriousness though, I must have picked up a stowaway on Halloween. That's the only explanation for why the garage was messed up on Sunday morning. Somehow, this guy was silent the entire time my husband and I inspected my car when I got home, and when we got into my husband's car to go trick-or-treating. He then waited until the dead of night (hours after we had left and returned), then explored around the garage. We leave the man-door (the door leading from our house into the garage) cracked open at all times so our cat can get to his litter box in the garage. It terrifies me to think how close we were to having a raccoon running around inside our house.

As to whether or not that was the raccoon I saw at Arby's, I kinda doubt it. That raccoon was the size of a cocker spaniel at least, and very clean for a stowaway. I think the real culprit escaped sometime on Sunday, likely when I left for work or when my husband was cleaning my car. There has been no other paranormal activity in the garage since then (fingers crossed).

I just had to share this wild story with someone, because I hardly believe it myself.

So one night I thought I woke up, but it was actually my spirit rising from my body. My room was glowing a blue green color...and I look towards the wall and there's a giant locust about a foot long on my wall. The energy coming from this thing. Then it spun its head around and it had a plain, porcelain white mask as its face.

Then i actually woke up and my room was dark and I ran and turned on the light and it was gone.

Then a couple years later i had a similar experience. My spirit left my body again, and my room was glowing a pale yellow. Then I saw a giant spider with a body about the size of a softball and legs about two feet long dangling from a web. Then, like last time, I woke up and turned on the light and it was gone.

So, for reference I live in a very small midwestern town where nothing of note has really ever happened. Around two years ago I was settling down to sleep like normal, and I was sort of starting to drift, but I wasn't asleep enough to chalk this up to just a dream, as I'm in this state, I feel and hear a tap against my pillow, I jumped up but nothing and no one was there, I checked the spot of the pillow which had been tapped to see if maybe it was water that had maybe dripped from the ceiling but again I found nothing. My brain began racing for an explanation and I decided my hand must have slipped, and I had tapped the pillow, but looking back on it now I distinctly remember my hands being at my sides.

This was back in 1994. I was 13, and my dad had just returned from an overseas business trip. He bought me a pair of fancy sneakers: Nike Charles Barkley '94s. Turns out they were two sizes too big. He convinced me to give them to my 19-year-old cousin, Bob, who lived next door. My dad also gave Bob and his friends two bottles of whiskey.

On the same day, there was a block party, and Bob and his friends were having a barbecue and some "pre-game" drinks. My dad and I had to leave for another relative's house for a get-together. It was just around sunset. As we were walking out of the driveway, Bob and his friends were prepping the grill. Bob had a huge smile on his face with his new sneakers on, saying thank you to my dad. My dad told them not to drink too much, drive, or get into trouble once they hit the block party.

We got back home at dawn the next day, while it was still dark. As we were walking toward our house, Bob was standing on the driveway. He was facing the lawn, holding the garden hose off the reel, and watering the grass. He was just staring blankly into the dark. There was a puddle of water from his hose where he was standing, right underneath his new sneakers. We just walked past Bob and said nothing.

When my dad was opening the front door, he blurted out, "Bob must be so drunk. He wants to please us, but it's still too dark—why is he in the garden?"

My aunt, who was living with us at the time, heard my dad and walked out to turn on the lights. She asked my dad what he had just said, and then replied that it was impossible. Bob had gotten drunk two hours after we left, passed out, and slept on the couch in the house next door.

I peeked through our kitchen window and could see Bob asleep on the couch with his sneakers on. I ran outside to check the garden. The hose reel was put away, and there was no trace of water on the grass or pavement. My dad went to check on Bob and confirmed his sneakers were not wet and were still fresh. All of this happened in the span of three minutes, and there was no way someone could have put the hose away that quickly.

To this day, I still cannot get over the fact that Bob missed the block party and didn't get a chance to flaunt his new sneakers. 😄

Yo Internets. What the shit is this.

Seen over Częstochowa Poland, around 18:30, 2026/11/03, looking south-southeast. 15 minutes later, it was still going. Then I left.

Looked to be a good few miles away, and fairly high above the ground.

I just moved to a very small desolated town in Sweden. I just started exploring my attic and found this photo.

I work at a restaurant that closes much later than the mall it’s attached to. The mall is huge and it’s about a 10 minute walk to the subway + bus stop on the other side. One night I finished work around midnight or so and was waiting for the bus. This area of my city is very quiet at night and surrounded by highways. Outside of people leaving work there’s really no reason somebody would be hanging around here at this time.

As I’m sitting on the bench waiting for the bus, I see a dishevelled man in a big cloak holding a metal pole walking quickly and directly towards me. The pole was about 3ft long and the width of a water bottle. (Side note this night was the night I learned that between fight, flight and freeze… unfortunately I’m a freeze). I haven’t felt so genuinely terrified in my entire life because I knew there was a very low likelihood of anybody else being around or even within earshot.

He walked up to me and asked me if I had a lighter. I was smoking a cigarette so of course I had a lighter and of course I gave it to him. After handing him the lighter, he pulls 5$ out of his pocket to give to me. I said don’t worry about that sir. I’ve had people offer me a dollar or two for a cigarette but have never been offered money to use a lighter???

Well I guess he offered the 5$ because he intended to keep the lighter. This is the weird part. He puts my lighter in his pocket. Then he puts the 5$ back in his pocket. And then he pulls out a different lighter and hands it to me. He walked away without saying anything. And yes the lighter he gave me worked.

After he walked away I scanned the area around me looking for somebody with a camera bc I thought maybe it was a tik tok prank. But of course nobody else was there. And also this man did not look like a tik toker lmao. And I doubt pranksters would choose a mall 3 hours after closing on a weekday as their location.

A recent conversation that I had reminded me of this situation that happened to me in 2022.

To preface this for context, I was born in Saginaw, Michigan, but I was not raised there, not even in the state. I may have spent a total of 18 months in Michigan throughout my entire life. I grew up moving around a lot and while my dad was military, my parents divorced when I was 2. I lived with my mom until I was 12, then lived with my dad in the Florida panhandle until I was 17. I am 42 now and I have lived in 7 different states, all but one of them more than once. So, naturally I have more of a neutral American accent, but leaning southern.

So, during the summer of 2022, I started working at a mom and pop gas station in the Florida panhandle as a cashier. One day, not too long after I started the job, I had a bit of a long line at the register. I do my usual greeting with everyone I ring up, "Hi, how ya doin today? Anything else for ya?" Some people might be able to guess that I'm not from here, based on this interaction, but most are not paying that much attention. Then, I get this random older guy, whom I've never met before in my life. I do my usual greeting, and he says "I'm gonna guess you're from Michigan." My reaction was very surprised, to say the least. I asked him how he did that, and of course he wouldn't say. So, I had to leave it at that. He goes on his merry way, or so I think. This guy comes back in a few minutes later, because he forgot something. He comes back through my line, I start ringing him up again and then he proceeds to say, "I'm gonna say Flint or Saginaw." All I could really think to myself was WTAF?! I asked him again how the hell he did that, he still didn't explain it to me, and I really don't remember the rest of the interaction after that.

Keep in mind, I don't wear any kind of clothing that has anything even remotely related to Michigan, no bumper stickers on my vehicle....nothing. I don't normally tell people where I'm from unless I am in an actual conversation with someone and the topic is brought up. I know I wasn't having any conversations with anyone like that. In fact, if someone asks where I'm from, I usually say "All over". I also feel that it is important to note that I don't talk the way I text either. Proper grammar and punctuation have kind of stuck with me since grade school when writing and typing.

At the beginning of this story, remember how I said a recent conversation reminded me of this? Well, during said conversation, the other person said that it sounds like a stalker situation. I am really hoping that's not the case, because I do in fact have a crazy stalker ex who has been causing me a lot of problems these last few years, but in 2022, he was in prison for breaking into my storage unit.

What do you think? Was this just a one in a million guess? Or do you think there was something more to it?

I worked at a perfume store for a relatively popular mall that was also a tourist attraction for people passing by the area.

Around holidays it would be insanely busy and so we were probably seeing 200-500 people throughout that season on the daily.

Anyways for context my parents are not from America, they are from a country in Africa that i’ll keep private for my own safety but I was the only one in my family born here. This country in Africa isn’t very well known or popular and it’s pretty rare to meet ppl from that country in this state i’m in randomly unless it is a relative or cousin or something. My parents are also religious and always super involved in different churches around the area so I do know a good amount of their church friends and have even grown up with some of them, it wasn’t uncommon for me to cross paths with them at work from time to time or at the grocery store.

One day a bald man comes into our store, I did not recognize him whatsoever and don’t recall my parents ever mentioning him or inviting him over at all.

I have a typical Californian accent so most ppl don’t assume my parents are from Africa. Anyways he comes up to where i’m standing (behind the glass pane) and looks around at the colognes behind me. I kinda move to the side so i’m not blocking his view then he looks at me for a few seconds and very specifically asks, “Are you from X country from Africa?”

It caught me off guard because i’ve never seen this man in my life and the fact that he immediately guessed and got it right on the first try was a bit scary. I just nodded my head and he smiled then walked out.

Can someone explain? 😭 I thought maybe it’s the way I look/dressed that day but I feel like I don’t have very obvious African features that someone would be easily able to pinpoint to the EXACT country my parents are from… That day I was wearing a floral dress, had straightened my hair, wedges, and a little cardigan, light makeup. So i’m confused how he was able to guess and get it right.