well a friend of mind was reading my tarot and she said that I would meet someone of importance in view of the mountains in five months.
After that I got a job in Banff moved there and at the five month mark met and started dating my BF. We just had our two year anniversary on Sunday.
My mom was an identical twin. She and her sibling had occasional sisterly twin things happen to them. Countless times one or the other of the two would pick up the phone, and without it even ringing, the other would be on the line.
One time my mom and bad stomach cramps all day. That night her brother in law, husband of her sister, called long distance. My cousin had been born that day.
oops
Make that, my mom had bad stomach cramps.
Well, there was the time I was driving across the country and along the way I saw a hitchhiker on the side of the road. I ignored him and just drove right past him. But, guess what, I saw him again about 80 miles down the road with his thumb out. No car passed me along the way, so this was kind of weird. This happened again and again for the next 400 miles. And then I realized that I’m dead. Oh wait, this was a Twilight Zone episode. Never mind. 
They were there to arrest him for not paying child support for his two kids in Wyoming.
He does not have two kids in Wyoming. But somebody with the identical name (and not a common name, either) did, and moved a block and a half from our house.
We did have to trot out our marriage certificate, which indicated that he could not have been marriedin Wyoming since he was already married to ME. But of course this didn’t, on its face, prove that he didn’t owe child support.
So they did not arrest him.
But this is why he thinks I’m psychic. I knew they were there to arrest him, yet there was nothing to arrest him for. How did I know that?
Ha, I thought of something else.
One year I got a tax return for $315. That very day, my car needed repairs, and they cost $314.
Oddly, something like this happens every single year. Sometimes it’s the car, sometimes it’s the refrigerator, sometimes it’s the dentist . . .
I’ve got one that surely has a perfectly logical scientific explaination, but danged if I know what it could be.
On a clear summer day about ten years ago (I was still living at my parents’ house) a chunk of ice fell out of the sky and hit the roof of the shed I was standing next to. It exploded, sending fragments into my eye. For the next week or so I told many people what had happened, but no one believed me. My parents theorized that it might have been some sort of sewage from an airplane, but it was clear ice and it didn’t stink. For years I’ve been telling people about this crazy aerial frozen grenade and I’d always get the same dubious look. Eventually I just came to accept that everyone thought I was making up stories, until…
a few months ago, May-ish, THREE more of them landed in the yard next to my parents’ house in the presence of my father and a neighbor. We examined the ice, and again, it seemed to be clean water.
I’ve come to the conclusion that God is simply taking potshots at me.
It could have come from an aircraft. The sewage water usually stays within the aircraft, rather than getting dumped overboard and would have a distinctive blue dye in it. The ice could have formed on the aircrafts leading edges. When that happens the pilot switches on a deicer, which is a rubber bladder on the leading edge that rapidly inflates and deflates to break off the ice. I guess the ice could remain frozen and fall all the way down and land on you - but gee, you’ve got to be unlucky, right? I’d check out to see if you are under a high altitude airway, where aircraft are going to be flying overhead regularly, but too high up to see or hear easily from the ground.
That had not occurred to me. Orlando International is about 30 miles from my house, but the planes landing there are very visible, and usually audible too. I wonder how long that stuff can stay in the air before it lands. Long enough for the offending plane to make a quick getaway, I suppose.
A high-school friend and I were driving home from college for winter break. We were talking about random stuff and he somehow got on the subject of how strange stuff ALWAYS happens to him and that he thinks he is a psychic. Im just sitting there laughing at him because he has always been the type to make random things up or stretch the truth a bit. In the middle of our conversation his cell phone rings and he looks at it then shows me the number. It was only a 6 digit number that showed up as (###-###). We thought this was really strange since every number we have seen is 7 digits plus the area code. This is in the U.S., I dont know how other country’s phone numbers work. Anyways he answers it and all we can here is static and occaisonal faint random noises which we couldn’t really make out. We hung up. A few minutes later the phone rang agian with yet another 6-digit phone number different from the last one, we answered it and it sounded basically the same as the last except it sounded like somebody was saying “slow down”. So my friend hangs up and we are both thinking this is really strange. We end up slowing down and pulling behind another car… this is on a 4-lane interstate (I-90). A few seconds after we do this a deer came running across the interstate and the car in front of us hits it dead on. The deer is dead instantly with parts flying everywhere and the car in front of us ends up crashing. The single driver inside ends up dying. If we would have continued driving as we were we would have been the ones who hit the deer instead of the other guy. We were both really freaked out by this and lucky to say the least.
hende, have the seen The Mothman Prophesies? Your story kinda reminded me of it a little.
Never even heard of it… its a movie I’m guessing?
Due to some major life changes just before college, I was having some difficulty adjusting to life. I decided to start going to the school’s gym and working out in the mornings. I would go to the gym at 6 am to work out. One morning during the first week while I was on my way to the gym, I was looking up at the sky, admiring how calm everything was, and how clear and beautiful the sky was at that time of the morning. Just as I arrived at the gym I saw a shooting star. I don’t recall ever seeing one before, and thought that it had to be a good sign.
Fast forward to this year, I made it through school, and during the first semester I’d managed to land a great job to start after graduation. There are plenty of things I would have done differently during the past few years, but going to the gym was one of the better decisions I made. A couple months ago (three years after starting my morning workout routine), I was on my way to the gym in the morning, like usual, for what would be the last time since I was set to graduate. I wasn’t sure if I was going to go that morning, because it had been raining the night before. It cleared up, and on my way to the gym there was a rainbow on the horizon. 
Years ago before I had moved out of home, I woke up one day to find it was raining. My immediate thought was “I must tell (little sister) to drive carefully.” Now, it was a weekend and I didn’t even know at the time if she was even going to be going anywhere. When I got up, I realised she had already left for somewhere so I never got to tell her to drive carefully.
She had a car crash that day.
I’m sure I’ve posted this before, but back in '97 I was returning from a music festival in NSW on Easter Monday afternoon. Got on the plane and had what I can only describe as a panic attack. I was absolutely certain the plane was going to go dowwwwwwwwwwn. I have never felt so frightened in my entire life, and there was no reason for me to be freaked…flying had never been an issue, and the weather was calm as all get-out. Anyway, I clung (white-knuckled and shaking like a leaf) to the seat for the two hour flight until we touched down in Melbourne.
I drove from the airport directly to my ex-husband’s house to pick up our dog (that he’d been babysitting for the holiday) only to find that he had committed suicide two hours before.
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That’s awful, kambuckta. I hope you weren’t the first person to find out?
My twin and I do the phone thing too. Also, when I had a miscarriage, I called my twin and told her. After we hung up, she went into the bathroom and found she had gotten her period. Which, btw, at the time she was only getting a few times a year.
This isn’t too creepy or weird. More like lucky…
My friend & business partner has a “number” that he always sees: 311.
One of those deals where when he looks at the clock, it’ll be 3:11. When he saves a file it’ll be 3.11MB. When he gets a record out of the database, the ID is 311. When he looks at a bill the due date is 3/11. When he gets a receipt the transaction number is 000311.
Anyway, I’ve known about this for a while and I’ve seen it in action. I’ve noticed the number too but usually in relation to him. I went to Vegas last November, for the first time. I took about $200 to spend just on slots and video poker. I was going to be gambling alone and didn’t feel courageous enough to visit the tables.
After a couple nights of playing slots and video poker and being slightly below “breaking even” I decided to give roulette a try. I went to the cashier window and put down $15, asking for three $5 chips.
Went over to a random roulette table and watched a spin. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing so I missed being able to put my money down. The dealer, who barely spoke English, helped me out on the next spin. I told her “three, eleven and red” (red being the favorite color of my partner’s brother, who had recently passed away).
Once my bet was placed, she spun and I waited. It landed on 3, which is red. I think I won $190? Something farily large for me, anyway.
Picked up my winnings, said “good luck, fellas” to the tipsy businessmen at the staring at me with their mouths agape, and walked off.
I didn’t gamble any more on the trip. Didn’t share the cash with my parther, either 
In college, many years ago, during my second year, my high school girlfriend had gone to school in Washington DC, a long way from Lowell, MA. Our only contact during the school year (save Thanksgiving, and winter break) was by phone and letter.
The phone rang in my room, and when I answered it, it was connecting to another phone (I could hear the “ring ring” tones, like I had dialed the number). Somehow it had connected to her. She claimed (and I have to believe her) that she hadn’t dialed the phone, nor even been in the room, but was standing outside when it began to ring.
We talked (and needed it, both of us had a lousy day up to that point) for about 2 hours. It never appeared on either of our phone bills.
Not nearly as creepy as some of the above, but interesting none the less.
-Butler