I would like to hear your real life encounters with supernatural events. Things moving, hearing voices, seeing ghosts, etc.
My amazing psychic abilities predict you will not find many here.
We’re fighting ignorance, not supporting it!
That was excessively snarky. I apologize. Sorry.
Some things just can’t be explained no matter how hard one tries. Like being awakened by a weight on the bed.
No such thing. Supernatural is, by definition, beyond the natural. Nothing happens without cause in nature. Nothing.
Yep, like Michael Jackson’s face.
I was once on the shortlist to ghost Ginger Rogers’ memoirs . . .
Ok, I’ll bite.
Several months after my grandfather’s death, I was driving his car that I inherited. After shopping, I got back into the car and was assailed by the strong scent of his aftershave, like he had just been in the car. There was no similar smell (even faint) before or after that day. I said hi and told him I loved him and missed him. Just in case.
I used to eat Boo Berry cereal as a child.
Well, let us grant that as true, but perhaps agree to respond to the intent of the OP, which was to share experiences that were unexplained and perhaps seemed to be beyond the natural.
Wow, there are a lot of disbelievers here. That saddens me 
I do have a story to share. I don’t know if it was a “ghost” exactly, but it was definitely something that I’ve never been able to explain.
I lived in a very old house my final year of university. It was me and two roommates.
One night we’re all sitting in the living room watching tv, one of the guys is on his computer. I’m laying upside down on the couch, staring at the ceiling. I had just had a particularly stressful week, there was tension between me and my housemates, I was quite uptight. And bored.
So I’m staring at the ceiling, towards the corner, and I see this dust thread blowing in a draft. And I watch it for about thrity minutes. Sometimes it would seem to disappear, and then I would see it again. Watching this dust bunny thread, cob web, whathaveyou, totally calmed me down. After a while, it disappeared and didn’t come back.
I stood up on the couch and looked closer into the corner. There were no dust remants in the upper corner. I put my hand up near the ceiling. There was no draft, no breeze, nothing. I wiped my hand around the wall and ceiling. No dust, nothing.
There were other strange occurences in that house, such as disappearing shoes, and creepy feelings in some parts of the house that were not creepy areas. But that one there is my personal one.
Why?
Yeah—frankly, “a lot of disbelievers” tend to strengthen my whsiper-thin faith in the human brain.
It saddens me because there are things that can’t be explained. And I think that some of them shouldn’t be.
If we believe that what we see is what we get, that the only true things are those we can explain, then I feel we are limiting ourselves. And to me, believing that there is something more after our earthbound life makes me feel better about the mistakes I’ve made this time around.
I am not a religious person, merely a curious one who feels there is more out there. Just call me Mulder 
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I was in Newport Beach doing the Robber Baron Mansion tour with my wife. We decdided to go into this one house that had [Frau Bluker!!!]‘the haunted tour’[Frau Bluker!!!] Basically, they doubled the price & then showed us all the nation treasures from Europe that their ancestors had ‘acquired’ (substitute ‘LOOTED’). Anyhow, we get to the end of the tour and there’s this Abbey (If anyone needed saving, those Thieving Bastards did).
Cold Air is blowing down my back & I ask what fool cut vents into a historical mansion to put in Central Airconditioning. To which the guide adds “what airconditioning…?” (Cue organ chord & Simpson’s Halloween Credits)
Of course he was full of sh-- stories, thats what I meant to say. The wind outside was back-blowing through the Abbey organ’s pipes almost as hard as he was blowing stories out his…but that’s another story.
Just because we don’t know the cause of something, doesn’t mean it’s without cause.
As for the OP: there’ve been a few unusual events in the house I’m currently living in. But you know how it is with old houses, you hear things and it’s just the house settling, or pictures never hang right on the wall because the wall is uneven, and if a shadowy figure walks across the room and sits on the couch while the dog looks at it and wags his tail, it’s just the wind. 
Just want to jump into the philosophical part of the discussion…
I agree with UncleBeer in that nothing happens without cause in nature. Everything that happens is part of science, by definition. However, I do think that people who ignore/discard weird events are shortchanging themselves intellectually. I grant that there is no proof of ghosts and such, but I think it’s very important for science to keep a bulging X-File of events that are just bizarre. You never know what will make sense later, looked at from a framework of new information. Discarding odd incidents without consideration runs a risk of throwing the baby out with the bathwater. I’d rather hang onto the bathwater, just in case.
Besides, while anecdotes like those above are not scientific evidence of anything, they are still data. If nothing else, they remind us that the real world is weird.
Scientific American recently published an article which claims that if the currently accepted models of the universe are true, sheer probability indicates that no more than 10^10^28 meters away, you have a double. Take a minute to think about how strange that is. Thirty years ago, no one would have given a bit of credibility to the conjecture that science could prove that you and I have doubles elsewhere in the universe.
Suddenly, ghosts don’t seem so impossible after all.
-Andrew L
How little you know about what is suspected to make up the cosmos. Get yourself a couple books on cosmology. You’ll find int enlightening - and the possiblities are not at all limiting; they’re of nearly infinite scope.
A few weeks ago I returned from relieving myself to find a overweight woman in blue shorts bending over my bed. Since I live alone, this was rather startling. I immediately flipped on the lights and she was gone.
I attribute this to not being quite awake, and having a “waking dream.” But who knows, maybe she’s a ghost. (I have not seen her since.)
The previous owners of my house claimed that Cecil, the owner prior to them, died in this house. Therefore, they reasoned, his ghost haunts the place.
Bastard. He must be the one leaving shavings and toothpaste in my sink.
You can see the evidence of the haunting (okay, maybe not the sink stuff–that’s just gross) right here. Be prepared to cower.