I have had a few recent experiences that I would like to share. I have not been able to find rational explanations for them myself. I would also like to note that I am not seeking help or a resolution to my experiences, I would simply like to discuss them and see what others think.
Most of these things seem to happen at work. As of right now, I still have not been able to find out anything much about the building I work in and who/what was here before the company I work for. I would ask for research help from others, but since it is private property, I don't want to go giving out an address and getting in trouble for it.
1. It was the end of the day and I was walking from my desk up to the front office. On my way, I passed by the receiving dock. Pallets of product were lined up beside the conveyor, which at that time was turned off. The warehouse was very quiet and most of the staff were gone for the day. Just as I came up on one of the taller pallets, I distinctly saw a dark figure move out from behind the pallet toward me, and then quickly behind it again, as if it had been caught. I'm on friendly terms with most of the people here, and I just thought it was someone messing around, so I walked up to see who it was so that I could say goodbye. As I rounded the corner of the pallet, the figure had vanished. I never heard a sound and there was no one in sight.
2. On a different occasion, I took a break to go to the ladies' room. There are only three stalls in the bathroom: two small ones and a wider, handicap-friendly stall. The two smaller stalls were open but I am a person who likes my space, and since we do not have any handicapped persons at my work, I usually use the larger stall. I went in and closed the door to do my business. After a moment, I heard the toilet of the stall furthest from me drain a little, as if someone had depressed the handle only part of the way, and I thought to myself that it was odd because no one else was in the bathroom. After a moment it flushed all the way, and I quickly did the "oh crap..." shuffle toward the sink, washed my hands and bolted.
3. While sitting at my desk, I have often felt a very cold touch against my hand or arm. Warehouses are drafty and it's not unusual to feel little breezes, but this is a very faint touch, almost as if someone is lightly tapping the back of my hand or my arm with very cold fingers.
4. On occasion, my boss asks me to come in earlier than my usual start time (which is 06:00 am) and I leave when it's still dark to get to work on time. On my way to work I drive down a very long and unlit stretch of road to get to the freeway. I usually go slow because there are all sorts of animals wandering out and getting hit there all of the time. I was in a hurry that day so I was going a little quicker than normal, and out of the corner of my eye I saw a large fluffy white dog (like a Chinook or an Alaskan Malimute, with a curved tail) trotting along the side of the road. I immediately slowed down. As I turned my head to get a better look at it, the dog vanished. I think it was reminding me to watch my speed.
5. On the way home, I go down that same road. On this instance I was driving home at night by myself. I had my windows down and my music blaring, and I was feeling good so I was speeding a little again (I know, I'm terrible...) but this time it was not a dog I saw, but a person walking along the opposite side of the road toward me wearing dark blue or black jeans with their hands in the pockets of what appeared to be a gray hoodie. I just caught a glimpse of this person in my headlights before they upturned their head slightly as if to look at me and completely vanished. For a few seconds, my radio dissolved into static, and then the station returned again. I haven't seen any news reports or heard anything about anyone being hit on that road within recent years, and pretty much all that's out there is strawberry farms, cornfields and dairies. For whatever reason, I didn't tell anyone about seeing that person until now.
6. My last two encounters happened at home. The first was shortly after my mom had surgery on her wrist. She was downstairs talking to me about the surgery while I made a sandwich, and we were the only two people home. We both heard the floorboards above us squeak as if someone was walking over them. My mom and dad's bedroom is right above the kitchen and their floorboards are very noisy when walked on. We gave each other a look. "Must be the cats," she said. I grinned at her. "Really?" I said, "because one of them is on the arm of the couch and the other one is sleeping in the living room." She blinked at me, and then resumed her conversation as if not wanting to discuss it, but then we heard it again. This time it was at least five distinct footsteps, one after the other, moving very slowly. "Our house is haunted, mom," I said cheerfully, and she glared at me.
7. The last one was in my bedroom. On occasion, I will get the most pressing and inexplicable sense of dread in my bedroom. I cannot seem to pinpoint exactly where it comes from, but it's there. All that I've been able to find out about our house is that it's just over ten years old, and before it was nothing but dairy farms, and before that, empty desert. It sat abandoned for about two years before we moved in. We could tell it was a hangout for hooligans because there were cigarette burns in the carpet, grafitti on the inside of the cabinets and on one of the upstairs walls, and a few holes in the windows from a pellet gun when we first moved in. We also found airsoft BBs in the front and back yards. Anyway, I was sitting down in front of my computer and playing a game when something told me to look up, and I caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure peering around the doorway. As soon as I looked up it moved back into the hallway. I thought it might have been my brother, who likes to jump around doorways to scare us, but when I got up and walked out into the hallway, there was no one there. In my bedroom I have also experienced inexplicable electrical interference, such as static and randomly changing channels on the TV, dropped phone calls, quickly drained cell phone batteries, and internet connection failure (even after replacing the router, changing the password on it and buying a new wireless receiver, and of the other four people who use the internet in the house, I'm the only one who has problems even when no one else is on the internet). I also leave my iTunes on my "Sleep" playlist when I go to bed, and on occasion I will wake up to find that the program has been mysteriously closed or my surround sound will be completely turned off.
That's about it for now.