The Van’s Message
My mom and I were driving on a busy road when a young couple in the next car over smiled at us. Just then they slammed into the car in front of them. We couldn’t see what had happened. We kept saying that we had to know whether they were alive or not. That’s when a white van cut in front of my mom and it had a license plate that said ‘alive’ on it. When we looked again the van was gone, but there was nowhere to turn off. It’s as if it completely vanished.

Sleep Talking
I was spending the night at my friend’s house when she started talking in her sleep. She was saying, “Help me, Kelsey.” She started shaking violently, shouting it over and over. I tried shaking her and yelled, “I’m here! What do you want?” She sat up, grabbed my throat and said, “I want you dead, Kelsey.” I screamed and turned on the lights and she flopped on her back and was silent. I woke her up and she got mad at me for waking her. I haven’t slept over since.

Mother's Command
One hot long summer day, my brothers and sisters and I were all fighting about the least little thing, slapping each other, running up and down the hall, yelling, screaming, and throwing things at one another. My mother was in the kitchen with us and we saw her grab a handful of salt out of the saltbox. She threw the salt in our general direction and yelled at the top of her voice, "Depart from me, evil doer of iniquity!" At that instant, all of us kids started to cry and there was a powerful whoosh of wind that shot through the kitchen and down the long hallway. Various doors slammed shut and the house felt like it shook. We all saw a huge, dark shadow fly from us with the wind; it disappeared at the end of the hall. Everyone was immediately sorry, crying, hugging, abolishing and indeed, good children.
by Carolina C.

Men in Black
by Atarrc
This happened in the summer of 1999. Three friends and I were in an apartment complex made for married couples with children while they attended the University of Northern Iowa. One July night at midnight we started walking through the complex to the sidewalks that connected with the campus. One of us stopped and pointed to the edge of the sidewalk, which was about 50 feet away. There was this gray-haired man wearing a black silk shirt tucked into khakis pants. He was holding two plastic sacks. Behind him were two men in black cloaks walking in stride together with their hands crossed. My friends and I hustled back over to the corner of last building in the complex where we continued to watch in astonishment as the gray-haired man swung the bags into the woods along the sidewalk. As he turned around, a couple of my friends popped out from the corner. He made eye contact with them, then returned to the woods and grabbed one of the plastic sacks he threw in. He and the two reapers walked off toward the front of the complex.
We went to the spot with the sack. My friend Nick, went in to retrieve it. We all huddled around as he pulled out what looked like steering wheel-sized sugar cookies.

Botley, Hants, England
Jan. 1886
An elderly invalid, Mrs. Bedford, caught an image of one of her friends, Mrs. Murray Gladstone, performing actions that she was currently making in her home. Mrs. Bedford clearly saw the woman in her bedroom, holding a cloth up to her window, as her friend, miles away, had been thinking of her. She was even able to describe the correct style of clothing that Mrs. Gladstone had been wearing at the time, without ever having before seen the outfit.