Adding a couple of stories from friends and then coming back to read in the morning when I won't be so creeped out (it's gettin' dark here, guys! I'm scared.)
1) A friend of mine and his daughter both tell this story: J's Dad died long before J's daughter was born. However, his daughter, S, swears her grandpa looked out for her anyway. One day, S was eager to get outside for some reason. She was about nine years old, I think. J told her to take it easy, not be so impatient. S was having none of it. She was going outside to play NOW.
So she took off running with J in hot pursuit. And, on the top stone step of the outside stairs, S took a header. She should have wound up at the bottom of the stair well, with a broken skull.
Instead, what J saw was this: S fell, but as she fell, straight forward to the stone path, her body suddenly raised up at the last minute and was deposited, FLIPPED OVER, into the soft grass.
S, being S, (I have never met such a nonchalant kid) got up, brushed herself off and said "Thanks, Grandpa" and continued on her merry way.
J darn near wet his pants.
2) Another friend tells the story of her room at college. There was a shelf over her bed that had a slight tilt to it. She would keep her books on it, but she always kept something heavy mounted at the bottom part of the tilt to keep the books from sliding off.
And yet, she would wake up some days with the books in her bed...and the heavy nicknack undisturbed. So, one night she and her room mate put the books on and stayed up to watch...as the books did indeed, go off the shelf--sliding UP the inclined shelf and falling onto the bed. She removed the shelf ASAP.
3) One of our library branches is said to be haunted. (I have never seen anything there, but the place would creep almost anyone out. It's dreary, dingy and the downstairs looks like one of those places characters in j-horror films are always finding ghosts--dark and crowded here, open and empty there.) Anyway, one of the staff was setting up a cart of books to shelve the next day. She put them in alphabetical order, by author, then took them in to the room where they were to be shelved.
When she came in the next morning, the books were still on the cart, still in alphabetical order---but piled up in a straight tower in the center of the cart. She thought the maintenace man was playing a trick on her, until she got the call that he was out sick that day.
4) Same branch. The woman supervising that branch was alone in the upstairs area, waiting while a group finished their meeting downstairs. When the group was done, they came upstairs and said goodnight. My colleague saw them to the door and locked it, then turned around to go back downstairs, collect her things, turn out the lights and leave.
She saw a woman from the group heading back down the stairs. Thinking the lady had forgotten something, she went downstairs, to the meeting room and saw--an empty room. She started searching through the dark and dreary storage areas and in the lady's room. When she couldn't find anyone, she collected her things and ran out of the place so fast she almost forgot to lock the door.
And now I am afraid I won't sleep tonight for telling you these stories which aren't even that scary......