I had some interesting paranormal experiences growing up in the Las Vegas area. One is kind of funny and while it may or may not have a paranormal component, I thought it would be a good one to share.
When I was 18 in the early 80's, a friend and I had been spending the evening downtown (that meant the Fremont St area back in the early 80's), walked around, ate some 50¢ shrimp cocktails, played a bit of 21 at the Horseshoe where it was easier to get away with underage gambling at the time.
We'd pretty much had our fill, so we decided for some unknown reason to stop by a cemetery since it was 1am and likely to be creepy, and we were basically kids doing what kids do. We pulled into an empty and dark parking lot and I turned off the car engine. We got out and stood by the car. It was a cemetery off of Main St, I think, and totally quiet. There was no traffic on the road adjacent, and not a soul to be seen. As a matter of fact, it was eerily quiet.
We stood there maybe 20 seconds and both decided we wanted to leave, now! We jumped back in the car and I tried to start it, but it wouldn't start! This hadn't happened before. I kept trying and it wouldn't start and I think I flooded the engine.
So here we were stuck in a dark cemetery, with nothing around (back then, nothing was nearby). I was just starting to see how much trouble we were in when all of the sudden there was a car next to us... A cop car. It wasn't the typical LVPD car, but something that looked like it belonged in a small town off the highway with tumble weeds blowing around. I didn't even notice it pull up!
The cop, who looked more like a sheriff, walked to my door and asked if we needed a ride. We eagerly took him up on his offer. He drove us to my friend's house on 8th St, and as he turned the corner of the street, he turned around to us in the backseat, smiled devilishly, and said "Watch this... Your neighbors are going to love this!" And he proceeded to turn on his flashing lights and briefly hit his sirens. By that time it's about two in the morning, the turkey! He laughed, then laughed again as we tried to open the door from the backseat. Finally, he let us out, we thanked him, and ran inside, his lights still flashing in the driveway of the house.
I went back for the car the next day and it started right up on the first try. Why did this cop show up right then and appear out of nowhere? Why were his uniform and car so old-fashioned looking? Was he for real or was he somehow sent save us? And last, why the heck did my car pick that moment in time to stop working? I'll never know, but I'm thankful to this day for the rescue.