At that moment, my dad looked at me with complete disbelief in his eyes and said, “Did you see that?” I still get shivers thinking about it 25 years later. We were not scared; the kid was giggling like he was playing tag on a playground. When I was 4 or 5, I had a teddy bear.
I took it in the car to a relative’s house (we were spending the night there). I had the bear in the car, in my seat, in full view the entire ride. I got out for a second when we arrived to say hello, and when I went back in the car, the bear was gone.
We got back home two days later and found it on the kitchen table. The house was locked the whole time we were gone, and I was the first one in the kitchen when we got back. Once at Disneyland when I was in high school, I was in line to get ice cream.
The cast member served me and then correctly guessed my middle name and my birthday. There’s no logical explanation for how he knew this information, and it still freaks me out. It was summer vacation, and my aunt had come to visit.
She lives in Alberta, which is a five-day drive from me. We were sitting on my deck talking about her childhood and old babysitters when my aunt told me how she hadn’t seen this lady in years but wondered if she was still alive (my aunt hadn’t been in my province in about 10 years). Right as she finished her sentence, a newspaper blew through my backyard.
I ran over and picked it up; the only page that was there was the obituary, and guess who was in it… the lady who babysat my aunt. I dropped a crochet needle a few years ago in my living room. My living room doesn’t have much stuff, and there’s linoleum by the front door.
I heard that dark crochet needle hit the linoleum. I searched for almost an hour and couldn’t find it at all. It’s been 3 years, and the living room has gone through some changes, which required moving the furniture.
Still haven’t found it. When I work, I wear headphones a lot. One morning, I reached into my pockets to put them on, and they were gone.
I was sure I took them with me and checked every pocket twice; I only have four pockets. Bummed out, I continued working. A couple of hours later, I reached into my right pocket to get my wallet and pulled out my headphones!
I had checked this pocket, and there’s no way I could have missed them. They have a long cord, so they’re a mess when I put them in my pocket—how could I have not felt them? No clue.
