I suppose many of these could possibly have rational explanations, but they were odd enough at the time and still stand out a bit as I look back.
- In high school, one of my best friends lived in a very old house, oldest one in that part of town. She had this super old timey black and white photo of the giant family who used to live there. One day, we were sitting upstairs in her bedroom while her mom napped downstairs. No one else lived there, except two cats. Suddenly, we both heard the sound of very heavy soled boots coming up the wooden stairs, as loud and heavy as you would expect to come from a large man. I was so fucking scared that I jumped from sitting on the floor to her bed. The footsteps continued only about halfway up the stairs, and then just stopped. No more. Did not finish coming up, did not go back down. When we went downstairs to check and see who it could have been, her mom was still sleeping. As far as I know, her cats didn't wear heavy soled boots and only weighed like 10-15 lb.
- It's long demolished now, but for awhile, I lived in a very old farm home with my boyfriend and his family. It was a creepy house in some ways, but I don't recall anything particularly unusual happening inside of the home. One day, my boyfriend's mom had a rummage sale, and this woman approached her and said "I can see that you don't live alone here", to which she responded "oh yeah... my mother and children and son's girlfriend live here". The lady replied "no, that's not what I meant... I can see a woman in a white dress standing on your side porch". Obviously, there was no woman.
- In my late teens and early 20s, I had this intense attraction and attachment to this guy that I worked with. He was not my boyfriend (I was dating the guy above), but I always carried this secret love for him. One day after our shift was over, three of us were leaving for the day, my friend and I in one car, and he in another car. The parking lot was situated behind the building with alley access to the street, and just before he was about to exit the alley, my stomach just dropped and I became suddenly aware that he was going to be in an accident. The sensation and insight were as intense as if I would have witnessed it firsthand in the moment, but there was no actual vision... just a knowing, and a visceral gut response. Nothing happened as he pulled out and drove away, so I shrugged it off pretty quickly. A few days later while walking to work, my boss spotted me and pulled over to give me a ride. He told me that "J" wasn't going to be at work today because he had been in a car accident. That accident messed his life up in some legal ways, and he injured another person.
- There was a period in my life where I was meditating every single night and working toward learning how to lucid dream, attempting to experiment with "astral projection". It was a much calmer time in my life and the practice benefited me in many ways. But after awhile, strange things started to happen in my home. It started with various battery operated devices going off on their own, namely a children's training potty which required liquid or some other direct connection between two nodes in order to play congratulatory music for a job well done, and the other a children's remote controlled car. My ex-husband contacted me at work to tell me that the potty was going off on it's own randomly, and that the dog was standing in the kitchen staring at the corner, barking for several minutes. Shortly after, the battery operated car awoke me in the night with its obnoxiously loud audio features. I noted that the buttons to make the sounds were not in a position to be pressed, and there was no one else, including animals, in the room with me. At this general time frame, I also started to occasionally hear a man breathing and whispering into my ear during meditations at night. I remember thinking it was odd but not feeling afraid.
- Same place and time as the above incidents, I experienced something that I don't really have any explanation for to this day. I had put my daughter to bed (she was probably 3 or 4 at the time) and shut her bedroom door as usual, and then went to relax in the living room. At some point not too long after, I heard her doorknob jiggling. I waited a moment to listen for the door to open, and it never did, while the jiggling persisted. Figuring she was either goofing around and about to tell me she was thirsty, or that she was having a night terror sleepwalking episode (a frequent occurrence back then), I quietly walked to her door to catch her in the act. I saw the doorknob jiggle and then stop. I then opened the door, expecting to find a mischievous or confused little girl on the other side, but instead I found a very still and silently sleeping child in bed all the way on the opposite side of the room. My daughter still remembers telling me about the orbs of light that used to fill her room at night in that place.
