A few of my fun experiences:
Monster in the basement: I heard a noise on the other side of the cellar door (our cellar was a very spooky environment: dirt floor, lots of spiders, a dark coal bin/room, rickety shelves, creaky steps, etc.) and I said “hello?” and there was a knocking at the door. I asked “who’s there?” … louder knocking “thump (pause) thump (pause) thump” I went running out the front door! What was it? My big brother! (grrrrrrr) – oh, yeah, I was probably 9 years old at the time. At least he admitted it, if not I would still be wondering to this day what that “thing” in the cellar was!! Or, at least, which of my 4 brothers it was. ;-)
Ouija board experiences: too numerous to mention, but many in which the planchette was zipping along, spelling out wonderful tales. And even if it was just moving slowly, it was often logical and interesting in its “messages”. What do I attribute this to? The ideomotor effect, coupled with creative teenagers who desire to believe in spirits!
A dark shadow experience: One night in my college dorm room, I awoke and perceived a shadow shaped like a person standing just beyond the foot of my bed. I remember feeling perturbed by someone intruding so on my sleep, but then opened my eyes again and it was gone. I was so convinced someone had been there, that I jumped out of bed and looked under it and around the room. No one was there. What do I think this was? A trick of perception (illusion) that the waking mind is susceptible to. It probably has a name, but I don’t recall.
Séance event: There were about 8 of us, in the basement rec-room of an apartment building, sitting on the floor with our eyes closed, asking for a sign that a spirit was with us – the pipes above made some noises, but we weren’t so gullible (ha!), so we asked for a better sign. I heard the person to my right move, and I opened my eyes to see her hand reaching for the balls in the pool table holding slot (you know, the area the balls return to after going into a pocket?), and so I tapped her knee and when she looked at me I shook my head “no”. As I did this, one of the balls came out of the holding spot, and bounced up onto a chair. I was probably 12 or 13 years old at the time. What happened? I don’t know exactly, but I believe that due to the darkness, I wasn’t able to tell that her hand was actually touching the ball when I tapped her knee, and she jerked her hand as she turned to me, causing the ball to “jump” out from where it was. Needless to say (?) we all went running from the room, screaming in delightful fright.
Someone kicking my bed?: When I would sleep at my cousin’s house as a child, I would sometimes feel the bed jolt as though someone had kicked it. I thought it was my cousin, but she assured me she didn’t do it. If you knew her, you’d understand why I totally believed her. So then we would both jump out of bed and run to her mother who would make us go back to bed. What do I think this was? Either the trundle bed springs were readjusting, or I was having little muscle spasms that would make it feel like the bed had been kicked, or my cousin actually did move in her bed, which was touching my bed, thereby inadvertently jostling my bed. Who knows. I miss those days though.
9-11 prediction?: About 2 weeks before 9-11-01, I had a dream that I was in a mall or similar public building, and the ceiling of the area I was in was made of glass. I looked up to see a passenger jet flying very low, and thought “it’s going to hit this building!” and then it barely cleared the roof above me, but the plane’s belly hit the roof just beyond me, which was no longer glass, but more of a concrete nature. I don’t recall what happened next. Do I think this was a prediction of the 9-11 attack? No. I had just booked a flight for November a few days before this, I hate to fly and was apprehensive about it, I had just started teaching my first college level class (as a grad student) and was nervous I would “crash and burn”, and I have had more than one dream about planes crashing near me over the years. Coincidence of timing. And when the terrorist attack happened, my memory of the dream flooded back to me – otherwise it probably would have been forgotten forever.
My most recent experience (and I’m in my 40’s these days): Twice in 2006, while alone in my new (old) house, I was awoken by the sound of knocking at the front door. Both times I trudged down the stairs, so sure I was that the noise was real, only to find that there was no one there. Both times I attributed it to another waking illusion, and went back to sleep without a care. I did not wonder if it was a ghost. I didn’t fear for myself. BTW, this house could easily be seen as a little spooky. Upon first looking at it, I discovered a preserved but petrified (hard as a rock) crow in a storage area (poor thing!!), and in 2007 I spent an hour chasing a bat that made its presence known by flying beautiful figure 8’s in my living room. I finally removed the bat humanely with the help of my fluffy purple robe, and now either it or its relative lives in the carport. Oh, and we shored up some possible entryways it may have used.
You (Cresur) asked.