Starting when I was about 5, I used to hear wind chimes all the time during the night. We lived in a remote area, no neighbors and no wind chimes on our property. I searched for a source outside for years and never found anything... I could hear them even when it was dead calm outside... but always when I was in bed at night with the windows open. Used to freak me out big time.
Also, on 3 occasions, I had my bed covers jerked away. Of course it would wake me up and the quilts would be on the other side of the room. It made it all the more creepy that I lived in an old farm house and my bedroom was the entire attic that had been finished. I hated it up there. After the last time it happened, I would always roll myself up in the blankets like a big burrito. I slept like that well into my 20's until my wife finally broke me of it after a few years of complaining.
When I was a teenager, some jokers told me to try this little trick that was supposed to be a "mind control" experiment. Basically, you made a little star shape out of paper and folded it in a sort-of pyramid shape. You then balanced that on a pin head and commenced to try to make it spin "with mind control". I tried it one night when my parents were gone (they would have gone off their rockers had they seen me doing something like that). I put my best effort into it and it started spinning real slow. While I was thinking to myself that I had probably breathed on it by accident and made it move, all the lights in the house went off and the TV turned on. As soon as I backed up to assess what was going on, the TV went off and the lights came back on. That's the first and last time I ever tempted something like that.
Call me nuts, but I believe in that stuff and I don't want anything to do with it
In my case, I have had several experiences that were very good and righteous. But how do I know?
The first time was at Thanksgiving dinner, over twenty years ago. My mom and dad, my oldest daughter, her husband, and my other two daughters were there. Right as I was looking up after saying grace, the voice said, "Enjoy this moment. It will never come again." My father died before the next Thanksgiving, and my daughter divorced her husband, got angry with her mother and me, and refuses to come over any more.
The second time was when I was watching the soldiers coming home from Desert Shield, the one when the first George Bush was president. While I watched the flags and yellow ribbons all over on tv, the same voice came into my head. It said, "This is America's last victory."