My parents are both scientists and lifelong members of a skeptic society, so if anything I have been raised to be skeptical about the paranormal. But I have had a few experiences that really make me question my upbringing. I resisted it for years, but now (in my late 30's) I'm looking back and reflecting... the "it's in your head" explanations just don't add up.
For example, here is something that happened a few years ago. My husband is really into electric streetcars, and there's a museum about 60 miles from us in Rio Vista, CA that we are members of. It's out in the country and they have big barns of old train cars and equipment to visit.
On this visit, my daughter was about a year and a half old so she was toddling, and you had to stick right with her on the big train cars. My husband was showing her something and I wandered ahead to the next car. It was a private railcar with a deck on the back, inside was decorated in Art Deco style. It was gorgeous with intricate woodwork and the inside was like a cocktail lounge with plush chairs and little tables so that people could gather, smoke, and enjoy a party as they rode.
I entered the car to admire the decor, but I found it oppressively quiet. I sat in one of the chairs for a few minutes, but then I stood up to wait. I didn't really think about it but I just didn't like sitting there and that wasn't like me (I tend to sit given the chance). So I was waiting for hubby and daughter, and getting anxious. It seemed to be taking them a long time. Visually it was beautiful in there, but it felt so still in that car, like I was in a sealed box, and I didn't like it.
Finally I saw them coming toward the car and I waved. They started to board, and I was already thinking that I didn't want my daughter to come in - not really understanding why I felt that way, but my mommy instincts were making me really anxious. I was standing next to one of the little tables and I started to call at my husband to stop, when all of a sudden the table fell on my leg, really hard. I think I said something like, 'Honey, ---OUCH!' When I looked down at my leg, though, the table was right where it should be. But I could feel it on my leg...and it was bolted to the floor. I could actually feel the sensation of the table on my leg. But there's no way it could have fallen, and I could feel it even as I was looking at it standing upright bolted to the floor.
I went from zero to sixty in an instant. I ran towards my husband and screamed for them to get off the train. It was the creepiest feeling ever.
Every time we've been there since that train car has been closed to the public! It's the Western Railway Museum in Rio Vista, CA. I have heard that they use this car for private parties.
With railcars, sometimes you can find out their history because there are so many rail buffs out there. My husband and I looked into this railcar. It was on the Salt Lake & Utah line according to http://www.utahrails...tah-history.php. Now, they didn't have any very specific info on this railcar, but the site did say that it there were a lot of accidents on this rail line:
The Orem was notorious for having bad accidents. Fortunately most of these involved freight trains. The 51, for example, was demolished in a cornfield meet with steam engine No. 26; it was rebuilt into the 52 and in 1942 again met disaster and was never rebuilt. Most of the freight motors showed signs of bad treatment. There were probably no less than ten accidents which involved either fatalities or serious injuries, to say nothing of completely mangling the equipment involved. Toward the last days, the road was in such poor shape that the line car would pull a trailer, or a passenger motor would be in such poor condition that a freight motor would pull it over the line to keep the schedule.
But I can't find anything specific to this car. We went back to this museum at Halloween, and it was locked up. I spent sometime outside the car looking in and mostly feeling/seeing nothing (just a little nervousness that I chalk up to my own feelings of anticipation). But when I was there, I had very very strong dejavu - I don't know if that is the word because I had dreamed something particular about the moment just a few weeks prior (it involved my daughter and something she said - when she said it, the memory of the dream was triggered and I watched it play out EXACTLY as I remembered from the dream for about a minute).
So I don't know what to think, and I wanted to share this because it's the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me, and yet I can't bring myself to even tell my friends in real life.