I have two, one of which I have to take my parents’ word for since I don’t remember it.
The first one happened was when I was a young teenager. We had a small shopping center near our house, and I rode there on my bike to pick something up at the store. When I left to head home, I rode around behind the shopping center, through an alley. As I passed the back door of a restaurant, I saw, in a dumpster, what looked like a complete decapitated cow’s head. I even stopped to check it out (partly because how many times do you get to see a cow head in a dumpster, and partly because I wanted to make sure my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me). Yep–cow head. I rode home and told my mom about it, and she was skeptical. So much so, in fact, that she drove me back up there to have a look.
It was gone.
Mind you, this was no more than maybe twenty minutes from the time I saw the thing. Never did figure out what happened. Maybe somebody inside the restaurant spotted me checking it out and figured they should do something with it. But it was definitely creepy.
The second is the one I have to take my parents’ word for. They tell me that when I was very young (somewhere around 3 or 4) they used to hear me talking to somebody in my room. When they went to peek in they’d see me standing up in my bed staring at some point on one of the walls. They asked me about it, and apparently I told them about “the pretty blonde lady in white” who came to talk to me. Somewhat later they asked me if she still came, and I told them no, that she’d told me I was too old to see her anymore, but that she’d always be there.
Either I had a very fertile imagination (quite possibly), I took church a little too seriously (can’t remember if they took me at that age), or there really was somebody talking to me. I guess I’ll never know.