This story isn't about ghosts or spirits really, but I'm pretty sure it counts as something of the paranormal. This story was told to me by my father. He has told me it numerous times and I have no doubt that it is true.
My father awoke sometime on a Saturday morning in his own house in Hessle, Hull, in the UK. I think it was sometime in the early 80's when he was around 18. He looked at the clock and it read something like 9:50 am. He tells me he then fell back to sleep and suddenly he was looking down on himself in his own bed, sleeping. He says he flew downstairs looked in the living room at the clock which read 9:53 or something. He went into the kitchen seeing his dad making a cup of tea with a newspaper in the side. He says in a split second he thought, "Oh no, he'll see me, run!" And just like that, he was back in his bed. He said he woke up with a start and looked at his clock which read 9:54. He was a little weirded out, so he went downstairs to tell his dad. Guess what, he was sat at the kitchen table with his cup of tea and newspaper. Spooky.
The funny thing is, I am now experiencing things like this and it's quite good. What I believe it to be is an out-of-body experience. I do not believe it to be dreams because it feels all too real to be one. I don't know how this is happening. If anyone else is going through or has gone through things like this, I would love to hear from you.