I live in a small town in the middle of Utah, and have since I was only three years old. A few years ago, I moved to a house a couple of miles away, but still in the same town. My entire life, I've had some ESP gifts (for lack of better word), but I didn't know it was unnatural until I was about eight.
Just last Summer I was invited to hang out with a few friends. I have several anxiety disorders, so sometimes it's hard to differentiate between a panic attack and whisperings from some being. Being a warm summer night, I declined all offers for a ride home and walked. It was only a mile, a good eighty degrees, and a full moon.
This was a mistake. I turned onto a street without any lights on it (it's Utah, these sorts of things aren't normally disconcerting), and the wind picked up along with my anxiety. As I rounded another bend, I began to see light around the corner and let it flood my eyes with anticipation. I approached it almost thirstily, but when I got to it, it went out. I walked to the next one and it went out, too.
Light after light went out, until one light that usually did. This light stayed on, and I could hear deep laughing. Suddenly I knew Latin (I have a gift for languages--but who would've expected that?) and begged it to leave me alone. Tears came to my eyes, and I covered my face. When I moved my hands, the wind had stopped and the lights had gone on, but the laughter was still there, and so was a shadow that didn't belong to me.
It was an old, frail man with a walking stick. I could hear the walking stick. I sprinted home, but only succeeded in hurrying along the speed of the walking stick. I got home and slammed my door shut, it couldn't follow me. But now I'm afraid to go out again.
Nobody else has had any experience like this in my neighbourhood.