I have loads of these; some have happened to me, some to friends and family.
The first weird incident I can recall happened in the spring of 87. A thunderstorm was brewing. Flashes of lightning lit the sky, thunder rumbled from the clouds, and gusts of wind swirled a few dead leaves in mini tornadoes. Being the daredevil of a child, I would chase these eddies of wind, enjoying the feel of the tiny vortexes as the tugged at my clothes.
There was a sudden, very intense flash of lightning, and I saw the world in a frozen tableu of light and shadow. Everything was still, caught between one heartbeat and the next. Nothing moved, nothing made a noise. In front of me was the strangest thing I have ever seen. It was myself, suspended in mid stride, a smile on my face, oblivious to the other me expierencing this weird moment in time.
I blinked, the moment over, finding myself still chasing the vortex of a moment before, and no longer a phantom observing myself. No one else seemed to have noticed anything strange, and we stayed outside during the storm.
Fall of 88. I was seven, and loved sleeping on the couch instead of my bed. I awoke one night to eerie laughter drifting from the kitchen that was connected to the living room. At first I notice nothing in the darkness, but as my eyes adjusted I noticed three pair of blood shot eyes floating around the kitchen.
They were unaware of me at first. I made a small noise, maybe a cough, a whimper, something. They abrupty spun in my direction, narrowing in anger. They flew towards me, fading away until they were gone.
Summer of 90. My sisters and I are staying with a family friend, as my brother lay dying in a hospital, awaiting emergency surgery. My sisters and me are asleep on the sofa bed when i awake to find the room bathed in an eerie green light. Nothing in the house is on, despite this family always leaving the tv on at night to make getting to the kitchen easier at night. I try to wake my sister but they mumble angrily and roll over, never openimg their eyes.
My sister’s doll rises into the air, and emerald flames begin licking at the edges of the doll. At this point I scream bloody murder and dive under a blanket. The adults run into the room, and eventually convince me I can come out. I do, and everything is normal, except we couldnt find my sister’s doll. It never did turn up.
September of 94. We move into this house built in the 20s. On the first day the entire family is in the master bedroom. The windows are closed and locked, the door closed and blocked by a queen sized mattress and boxsprings. We get the bed frame assembled, and go to put in the vertical slats which are as long as the bed is, only to find one is missing. We double checked that all the pieces were in the room before we blocked the door, so it vanished. Throughout the 3 years we lived there, things would vanish from that room, never to be seen again.
Some other things occurred in that house as well. Doors that would shut and locked at night would be standing open in the morning. On most nights, you could hear someone walk up the front steps and knock on the door,always at midnight. No one would ever be there. My mom and I sat at the door one night, ready to fling it open to see who was doing this, as we thought it was a prankster. That night we flung the door open on the first knock, only to find no one there, though the knocking resumed as soon as we shut the door. No one could have been hiding and doing it either, as there was no where to hide.
One night my mom and I were awoken by what sounded like every piece of glass in the house shattering. We searched, and found nothing explaining the noise. The next day we crossed the street to chat with ou neighbors. Before any of us said anything, our neighbor asked us what happened the night before. When we asked what they meant, they explained that our house was lit up bright as day, as if something had been shining a light on it from above.
Same house. Every day at 1 p.m., a random object would fly off the living room mantle, followed by the scent of a lit match.
The lights were on long cords suspended from the ceiling, and on occasion would swing by themselves. Often this was caused by a draft, but on occasion they would swing in a direction that the drafts didnt take.
The trailer I live in now has strange things going on. So far, its just the door opening when it is closed and locked, and weird noises in the night. Other things have happened to me, but i think that is enough for tonight.