ok CHAOS_, your turn. No? OK, my turn. I save all my weird stories for an excuse to write a blog, but perhaps some stories never find their way there or anywhere. Like the time I was sitting up in the attic of my mom's house with my then-boyfriend Dennis and my sister-in-law, Heather, who was staying in one of the downstairs bedrooms for the night. My mother was in another country. It was after midnight. My sister-in-law had come up to tell us that my brother would be phoning her from LA at 6:00 a.m. and we might want to unplug the attic phone so the ringing didn't wake us. This was before cell phones were ubiquitous. We promptly unplugged, but sat around talking for another hour. Dennis, suddenly grabbed the phone cord and plugged it into the wall. Ten seconds later, it rang. It was my brother who, for some reason, decided to phone at 10:00 p.m. LA time, hoping Heather was still awake. Dennis said, "I just knew I had to plug in the phone. I don't know why." He claimed he was a little psychic. Sadly, Dennis developed MS and died in the early 00s. He didn't see that coming. Another time, I was in my 22nd week of pregnancy when an ultrasound showed that the baby I was carrying had no heart. It would live as long as it was inside me, but die in my arms as soon as it was born. Doctors had given me a needle that would cause me to go into labour -- an induced miscarriage. It was the saddest time of my life. I hadn't told anyone in the family about this development. My sister who lived 5 provinces to the west, my sister who I hadn't talked to for about six months, phoned my apartment. My husband told her to phone the hospital and gave her the number. Her call reached me in the hospital room while I was waiting for the contractions to begin. In my darkest hour, my sister suddenly had a very strong feeling that she should phone me. Both these stories are probably just coincidences. I don't believe in magic, but I do know there are some eerie things that are very hard to explain scientifically (so far).
Your stories are very interesting. I believe in stuff like that too. It actually reminded me of two stories I can tell. I made this thread unsure of where I'd go with it personally, so here goes. I'm 23. My sister is 21. We were never close growing up - who can be best friends with the brat sharing their bedroom? Not me. Our house was too small for our family and all the attitude that was under that roof. Our mom passed in 2011 and the next year, my father and sister moved out as he remarried. They got a newer house across town and since then, my sister and I have been much closer. We have our own houses, at least from each other, and I make the damn rules at mine. She can't beat me up anymore. :) Anyway a year ago, I was driving a couple friends home from work at 1AM when my car caught fire. I pulled into my destination and waited ~45 minutes for the firetruck, my dad, and my sanity to arrive. I was shaking so hard, my muscles were sore for days like I'd ran a marathon. I watched the waves slap the house and feared for the people inside. Why they STAYED inside, I don't have a single clue... I got home at about 2:30 AM and the next day, my sister said she had really bad insomnia during that time and didn't fall asleep until after 2:30. She had just texted me to say she was going to bed when the first spark flew under the hood... It felt like we had more of a connection than I'd ever realized. fire photos ------ I believe in the paranormal. I've heard enough stories, although I had never had my own experiences. So my boyfriend and I, we've been living alone with our batshitcrazy cats for the past year or so. We decided to get a dog. Who doesn't love a sweet fluffy golden retriever?! I work 3 - 11 PM and my boyfriend is in construction so he is usually in bed when I get home, and I stay up a couple hours with Chaos. A couple weeks ago, we were playing fetch or tuggawar. I stopped playing with him for a moment to read some comments or take a hit... and when I come-to, I find Chaos staring into a corner above the TV. He's only eight months old and his attention span is like | | so I was shocked when I couldn't get his attention. He stood in the middle of the living room, staring at that spot for at least fifteen minutes before I got him to look at me. He put his head down a little, growled lightly, and looked back and forth between the spot and me. Suddenly, he darted out of the room, jumped on the spare bed, (like he does when he plays with Daddy), and ran back to the living room, stopping at the edge that meets the hallway. He stood there for another fifteen minutes, looking at the spot then me then the spot then me... until I got up and took him to bed. He also hears noises when there are none, and I have to take him all the way outside to convince him there's no one there.