About ten years ago I were on my friend’s back porch having a smoke (completely sober), when we heard what sounded like all the dogs to the left of us going crazy; not just a few, and not just a little bit of barking. It sounded as if every dog down the left side of the street was going mad; lots growling and ferocious barking that was much louder than I’ve ever heard the dogs around here before (now I’m no expert but I have lived in this area my entire life, and it was definitely unusual).
After a few minutes of this chaos it mostly stops and almost fully returns to the silence there was before it started, minus a couple dogs still raging. Then this, misty…transparent…cloudish…shape starts to float past the back of his chain link fence. Directly behind his house is an empty lot about the size of a house and small alley, and directly past that is a park with a baseball field, and those big park lights were on at the time. Needless to say, the area we were in was exceptionally well lit.
As this “mist” starts floating into view my friend’s dog starts to go mad herself. She ran up with the hair on her back sticking up, growling, barking, and biting at the fence. This worried me a bit since she was the most calm dog I’ve ever known. She was great with old people, kids, small animals, etc. I’ve never seen her like that before, and have never seen her like that since (from the time she was a pup to the day she died). For whatever the reason she went into fucking battle-mode. The “mist” eventually passed and she calmed back down, but seemed a bit jumpy the rest of the night. After it passed we heard dogs going crazy down the right side of the street just as they had done down the left only minuets before.
To this day, I have never seen anything even remotely similar to this, or anything as unexplainable either. My friend is convinced it was a ghost, but I don’t believe in ghosts. I would also find it silly to classify something that, to me, is unexplainable, as something that’s not even proven to exist in the first place.
I was at one of my younger brother’s football games, and my dad (who was a coach for the team) asked me to keep track of the numbers of the players who were currently on the field. It didn’t occur to me at first, but I could see their numbers perfectly from distances that I normally couldn’t without glasses or contacts. When I realized, I was completely baffled. I felt both my eyeballs very thoroughly to make sure I hadn’t put my contacts in and just forgotten. My dad insisted that my contacts must be in, despite the fact that I was damn sure they weren’t. I was so fucking excited that I took a walk when I got home and just looked at things, everything being perfectly crisp with no glasses or contacts. When I woke up the next morning, my eyes were back to being nearsighted, and it bummed me out for a week straight. I still have absolutely no explanation for this.