I've only just joined etiquette hell, though I've lurked forever! But I read the entire 172 pages
so now I can add one of my own. I have plenty of stories of things I... can't explain. Not always scary, but strange. I'll start with a simple one.
I live in a different country to the one I grew up in. My mother is still back home in old country.
A few months ago I woke up one morning, sat up in bed as usual, rubbed my eyes, and said to my husband that I was so glad I could see, that it must be awful to be blind and in darkness all the time and I was so glad to have my sight. I said it several times. It's not the first time I've been glad to see, but never this much. I was actually elated! What it felt like was that, perhaps I had come out of a dream where I had no sight, and on waking, you know how you get that rush of joy when you realize a bad dream was just that? It felt like something had been taken from me, and given back. I was happy.
So my husband didn't say much, just wondered at my enthusiasm for a moment, then moved on.
About an hour later I called my mother and was telling her this little event- again, it was an odd thing that I even brought it up with her.
She asked me what time I woke up.
I said it was about such and such a time, and she told me that at that exact time, she'd been doing her chores in the big city (several hours' time zone difference) and had stopped her car at a crosswalk to let a blind man walk in front of her. As he was crossing, she felt very sad for him, and thought he was very brave to be crossing a busy city street. She thought of telling me that later.
So, I don't know if that whole thing meant anything, but given some of the other things that have connected us, I suspect it was not a coincidence.