Anonymous wrote:For 6 months or so there used to be this weird scratching sound that came from under our bed once or twice a week. I was the only one who heard it because when I'd wake up DH, it would stop. Eventually it stopped and I never did figure it out.

Anonymous wrote:Driving on beltway some years back. I was in the right center lane, and suddenly I had this strong urge to switch lanes.... Like listening to music and suddenly I thought to myself "I need to switch lanes," for no apparent reason. I remember even thinking to myself that there was no reason to switch lanes, but then I just did it. Seconds later a tractor trailer that had been adjacent to me started swerving and swerved into the lane I had just been in, slamming into a car right where I had been. It was surreal, as I saw this all through my rear view mirror, and it was like I was amidst all this traffic and then suddenly all the traffic behind me just stopped and I was nearly alone on the beltway with the accident and wall of traffic getting smaller and smaller in my rear view mirror.

Then out of nowhere, I thought to myself "thank you Grandpa." He passed when I was just 6 years old, but we were very close.

Anonymous wrote:I guess the creepiest/weirdest thing I've heard rather than seen, happened a few years ago. I had just put my then 3 week old son down to nap in his crib and then left the room to fold some laundry. It was just us two at home and everything was quiet until I heard a voice clearly say "Look at the baby." I went in and to my horror he was choking violently on what I guess was spit up or vomit. Then it all got really weird as I heard the same voice say "Turn him over" and so I turned him over and all of this vomit started coming out of his mouth then. The voice then forcefully said "breathe baby!" and my son took a huge gasp of air and then started crying. He was absolutely fine after that. I was pretty shook up and the whole thing happened so fast. I've often wondered who it was that I heard and if they were any relation to me or just some random spirit that lived in our apartment.

Anonymous wrote:One time a few years ago I was at the Mormon Temple in Kensington- I think we were there around Christmastime looking at the different trees and creches. A man came up to me and he looked like the kind of person who is mentally unstable and he told me, "Your light shines." Then he walked off.

Anonymous wrote:In college I had to take a class during winter break, so it was one of those classes that was for like 4 hours a day for three weeks or so. It was small, maybe about 8 people in it, and was in a small room, similar to a conference room, and we all sat at one table. In this class there was a middle aged guy -- he seemed ancient to me at the time but he was probably in his 50s. He was kind of annoying -- he asked a lot of questions and talked a lot.

One day he didn't ask any questions, which I remember thinking was odd. He was also sweating, but I didn't think much of it. The class wrapped up and I got my things and left, but I noticed he stayed behind.

The next day our professor told us that he had suffered a stroke during class, and sat there immobilized until class was over and the professor realized he wasn't moving. He died that evening.

This still haunts me. I wish someone had noticed. I wish we had spoken up. I wonder if he suffered.