I'll give you a few, I have so many and they're totally true!

I had a pet butterfly when I was 7 and I'd rescued it from a spider's web. It was a monarch. It wouldn't leave me. It would go about its business going to flowers and come back and hang out on my shoulder. It was obvious when it became dark that it wasn't going anywhere so my Dad rigged up an old aquarium with sticks and flowers and a lid of water and a lid of sugar water. In the morning, I let it out and it would be there. It was around 2 whole months and then it died. I felt bad it didn't leave and go to migrate. Very odd.

When I was 4 I told my mother my Nana had died and she slapped me across the face and told me not to say that. The moment she slapped me the phone rang and she looked in shock and spoke a little while then came over and apologized to me because it was her mother telling her my great grandmother had died. She didn't hit me years later when I called to tell her my grandfather had died. I knew he was sick but I went to lay down after supper, which I don't normally do and I felt someone come and hug me and then I just started crying because I knew he'd died. I called her to tell her and she was about to pick up the phone to tell me.

I lived in a very haunted house and heard all kind of things at night, my bed would shake, pictures would fall off the wall. The day we moved in all the neighborhood kids seemed in awe of the fact I was moving into the "witch house". I was babysitting my sister when my parents went out to dinner and I was 12 and she was 7 and we'd had our supper (spaghettios) and were watching tv in the sunroom at the end of the house and it had gotten dark. We decided we wanted ice cream and realized we had to turn on lights to get across the rest of the dark house to the kitchen. The moment we stepped into the living room (the next room), we heard a demonic voice speaking an unknown language shouting at us from in front of the fireplace. I pushed my sister behind me, tried to turn on the light near me but it wouldn't go on, and just stood there shaking and in shock for a moment. Then there were thousands of scary voices yelling at us in an unknown language coming from everywhere in the house with the demonic one foremost. I grabbed her hand and ran through the house, trying to turn on lights as we ran but they wouldn't go on. We got to the newest part of the house, the kitchen, and the light went on. I grabbed a kitchen knife, and turned to grab my sister's hand so we could run out of the house but she threw up in the sink. We were both hysterical crying and when my parents returned home, we were sitting on the wall way out in front of our house they didn't believe a word of it.

My sister and I would play in the basement where our toys were when I would babysit her, and there was a door from the kitchen to the basement stairs that had a lock where you lifted the bolt and slid it across to lock or unlock. We went down the stairs and reached the landing where there was another door to the outside of the house and a right turn to go further down the stairs, and just as we were starting to go down the second set of stairs, the door slammed shut behind us and the bolt was lifted and drawn across into the saddle it sat in. We looked at each other in astonishment and I ran up the stairs and tried the door and it was locked. There was no one in the house and the house was locked and deadbolted by my parents when they went out. We grabbed each other's hands and went outside and were waiting for my parents on the wall out in front of the house. This happened just a couple of months after we'd moved in. It happened at least another 8 or 9 times until I left there when I was 17 to go to college. My parents never believed us and thought I was a bit loopy because I was the older one and in charge of my sister.

For obvious reasons (living in a haunted house), I was an insomniac and every night at 2:40AM, I would hear heavy footsteps come up the front wooden staircase of the house and cross the hallway and come to my bedroom door and would twist it like whatever it was would come into my room. The first few times it happened after I moved into the house when I was 8, I would open the door and run out into the hall and look around but there was no one there. This happened nightly every night from age 8 until I was 17 and moved out to go to college. To make myself feel better about this, I pictured in my head it was the Michelin Man (lol!) and I wasn't so afraid after that, but I was always afraid that one day whatever it was would open the door. The most interesting part of this is that years later when I was married and owned my own home, my sister and I were sharing a bottle of wine during one of her visits to me on a break from college and we compared notes about ghost stories. Turns out she experienced someone taking a shower every night at 2:43AM ever since we'd moved there and the first couple of times she'd run into the bathroom right next to her room and the sounds of the shower running would stop and the tub would be dry....all we can figure is this was a replay of someone who may have worked the night shift, they lived in my room and would take a shower. In investigating the history of the house, during prohibition, there had been a speakeasy in the basement accessible by the side door to the basement from the outside. A man had hung himself somewhere in the house. The bar was still there. All I could figure is maybe the occupant of my room was the bartender...who knows?

When I was 15, I was kidnapped from the mall and raped by 2 men who drove me to a remote park. I started to panic and fight them when I realized they may be the serial killer/rapists who had been taking their victims to that park and raping and killing them and leaving their nude bodies on the road inside the park. As one of the men was having his way with me in the back seat of their car, then, I heard a voice say "be calm, they can hurt your body but they can't take your soul. there is a tire iron under the seat next to you." sure enough, i reached my hand under the passenger seat next to me and there was a cross tire iron there. I grabbed it, smacked the guy across the head with it and knocked him out. The guy in the front seat went to grab me and I suddenly felt invincible and I threatened him with the tire iron and told him to drag his buddy out of the car and put him on the road. Then I told him to get back in the car and drive me home. To my astonishment he drove me home and when I got to my town I made him drop me off two blocks from my house. I walked home the rest of the way with blood and stuff dripping down my legs and torn stockings and when I got there my mother smacked me because I was late for dinner I told her what happened and I was grounded for 3 months. To this day she swears I never told her what happened and nothing was ever reported and nothing was ever done other than a week later she brought me to the gynecologist.

On a snowy night, I was sleeping in the twin bed in my room that was closest to the balcony french doors off of it and for some reason my parents would push it against this door in the winter so the bed blocked it. I woke up very early in the morning because I was cold and felt damp. I opened my eyes to the full moon outside the French doors in my eyes and the doors were wide open. I sat bolt upright and there were HUGE footprints in the fresh snow of 8 inches that showed the french doors had been pushed open through the snow walking INTO my house and there was snow on my bedspread and snowy HUGE footsteps going across the green carpet in my room. I freaked out and was shrieking like crazy and my Dad came running, I blabbered to him what happened and he grabbed me, grabbed my sister from her room, shoved us both into his room with my mom, told us to stay there with her, grabbed his shotgun, and searched the whole house but there was nothing there. None of us ever talked about it again, and as always, my parents will never talk about things that happened there or even admit they happened. There were many, many other stories. I was completely bullied from the moment we moved there and still am to this day in work situations no matter where I move. I still can't believe all the weird things I've seen and experienced in my life and I don't know why but I'd love to know. I'm a Christian, and a good, kind person.