The only arguable supernatural thing that's ever happened in my life is when I nearly died and my mind in its last, delusional gasps for life conjured the image of a dead woman with raven's wings. She helped me stand up and before I knew it I was almost to safety.

I still wouldn't really conjure that one up to the supernatural, but then, I can't really explain it as anything but the last desperate attempt from my mind to make me want to live in that moment, and I have no idea why it chose a dead woman with raven's wings.