I've never had anything inexplicable happen to me. My grandma is convinced her house was haunted when she moved in decades ago, someone was killed in it before they moved in and she went so far as to get in a priest. Probably the creepiest thing that's happened to me is now easily explained as my first anxiety dream. I was about nine or ten and I'd thrown a stone at a car to impress my cousins, but the guy got out and started telling me off. He was a very hairy man, so that night I had this vivid nightmare that he was a werewolf and he was shouting at me and putting me down. I was convinced for years it wasn't a dream, and I'm still both terrified by and fascinated with wolves. So many times I'd be home alone watching CSI, and it'd finish with the howl for Dick Wolf, and I'd think shit I have to go to bed now. Even when I was about twice that age and my cousins were telling someone about me throwing the stone I just flat out refused to let them tell the story because it creeped me out.