For me it's a toss-up - ghosts vs parallel dimensions.
Most of my experiences I'd say could probably be explained logically, even if it's a stretch. I once lived in an apartment where items would
consistently disappear and re-appear in the spare bedroom, a room with a very disturbing vibe that my bf and I christened "Hell" because the S would
always HTF in terms of increased paranormal activity any time we disturbed it. Even though my partner was a skeptic and never felt the vibes I did,
after a while we just took it for granted that if something disappeared, we could check the room in a couple days and it would be there. Always was,
without fail. The weirdness wasn't limited to that room, though it was the only one that seemed to have a malevolent aura about it. Even my
neighbor's 8-year old kid was freaked out when she came over to use my computer after I moved it to the spare room. I'd never mentioned the issues
with the room to her, but I felt validated when she, like me, picked up "something scary" in the vicinity of the closets. Kids are awesome.
Anyway, more on topic, two instances stand out in my mind, both occurring in that apartment, though not that room. I had a box of books in corner on
my bedroom floor; I forget why - I'd probably run out of shelf space in the bookcases. One day I had an overwhelming urge to read a book I knew was
in the box, and I started searching through, removing each book individually because I absolutely hate re-packing boxes and I didn't want to miss it.
I got to the bottom and was surprised - and annoyed - that it wasn't there. I knew it should have been. I knew it *was*. Well, I'd been
mentioning the recent disturbances to a friend who had had similar issues since childhood and he'd suggested that the entities were just being
playful. In that spirit, I stood up and said something like, "Ok guys, you've had your fun. Can I have my book back now?" Nothing. So I sighed
and sank back to the floor to commence re-packing. Needless to say, after I'd replaced a few books, the novel I'd been seeking was in my hand. I
just looked around the empty room, smiled, and said, "Thank you!" (I know it's more logical that I probably spaced out and missed it the first
time, but I like my version better.
This one I simply can't explain, no way, no how. Same room, same time period, and I know time hasn't dulled the memory because I immediately logged
onto LiveJournal to report it. This was in 2002 and much like today I spent about 98% of my waking life online. Unlike today, I was very much into
chatting. I popped downstairs for an apple - my favorite snack at the time - and returned, typing one-handed and eating with the other. I'll
interject here to say that for my entire life I've had an aversion to eating an apple all the way to the core. I don't know why - I get to the
seeds, I get uncomfortable. I nibble around and quit while I'm ahead. This is important. So anyway, I'm typing with one hand, thinking that I
need to hurry up so I can get back to two-hand typing, and literally the next thing I'm aware of, I'm typing with both hands and I realize I have no
memory of finishing the apple. I look around, confused. If I finished it, where's the core? I'm a meticulously tidy person, pathological if you
ask certain people. No way would I just chuck it somewhere in the room. It's not in the wastebasket - I wouldn't put food there, but I check
anyway. Over the next 30 minutes or so I conduct a systematic search of the room, then the entire flat, emptying every waste basket and bin, opening
and closing drawers and closets, thinking, 'It's got to be here somewhere.... Maybe I spaced out and I just don't remember.. What the hell??" I
even checked outside in case in a moment of temporary insanity I'd tossed it out the window. Nothing. Could I have eaten the apple, core and all?
Wouldn't I have noticed? Wouldn't I have been grossed out? Wouldn't I still have the bitter taste of chewed seeds in my mouth? What the...? To
this day it freaks me out. Not in a panicky way, just in a wondrous 'strange things happen in this world' way. I guess the thing that gets me most
was the seamless transition from eating to typing with both hands and the sudden realization that it was logically impossible. It was definitely one
of my stranger experiences...