When I was a little kid of about 5 years old, I would go to bed with a lamp on my bedside table on. A few hours later when my dad went to bed, he would turn my lamp off for me so it wouldn’t be on all night.
One night, I woke up about 2 or 3 AM to see my lamp still on. I figured my dad had just forgotten to turn it off on his way to bed and I tried to get back to sleep.
As soon as I rolled over to get comfy I heard a really weird rattling sound. I looked up to see my lampshade spinning on my lamp. It did this for a few seconds before the light went out.
After screaming in terror for a few seconds my dad ran into my room and I told him what happened. He, of course, thought I was full of it, and tried to turn the lamp back on. He discovered the bulb was spun out of the socket, but was still too hot to touch with bare hands. To this day I am mystified how that happened.
I was up all night and had a two hour drive ahead of me in the morning. I fell asleep somewhere outside of the town I was departing, made it through rush hour traffic, and woke up in my parking space. I don’t have any recollection of the drive.
I’ve convinced myself there’s some brain-based explanation for this that I’m simply not aware of yet, but it has always creeped me out.
My wife (then gf) and I were having dinner at Arbys one night about 7-8 years ago. Having dinner at Arbys could be deemed unexplainable, but that’s not it.
We’re sitting quietly in a corner booth all by ourselves, nobody near us, and as I’m eating, I hear a whisper in a womans voice say, “I’m dying.” It was like, right in my ear. I’m sitting there for about ten seconds wondering what the heck I heard, then start eating again.
I look over at my wife and say, “Did you hear that?” She has this blank look in her face as she heard the voice too. To this day, we affectionately regard it as, “Haunted Arbys.”