I have always described myself as a skeptic, but things have happened to me that I can't easily write off as coincidence or imagination. I keep an unaltered mind, I don't drink or smoke. I'd like to say I'm educated, and I recognize all the supernatural cliches. But there are things that have left me doubting, well, doubting...
I'm out driving late at night for my job. I'm listening to a hip hop station. I'm out in the boonies (I live in a desert state), and I see weird lights in the sky. Being a skeptic, I joke about it being aliens. At that moment, the hip hop song on the radio samples (as they often do) some old 50's sci fi film or something. "They come from a world that is not our own..." the sampled voice crackles over the radio, sending chills down my spine. The song begins and the lights disappear.
I'm at my best friend's house. He's been cleaning out his garage. He's found a bunch of old toys and cards. He's sorting them as we watch Superbad. We're about halfway through the trailers when finds his old Star Wars figures in a shoebox. I had just sold mine the previous summer to a guy for a lot of money. "Should I sell them?" he asks me. "Dude! You can't sell your Star Wars figures!" the character on screen says to another in the trailer. My friend and I freeze, staring at each other in shock. We've watched this DVD probably a thousand times and have never seen this trailer. It's not a movie we've ever heard of, but this one time we let the trailers play out that out of context line appears in some trailer at the exact time to answer my friend specifically.
I moved into an old house with some friends. On break, they all left town to visit their respective families. I'm in bed when I hear the front door open. The door on the other side of the house creak open. I get out of bed, heart pounding and go to look out through my bedroom door which has a little barred window in it. I move towards the window but to my shock, I find it is my bedroom door which is wide open. The front door is closed. I feel a cold sweat and close the door and get into bed. Over my pounding heart I can swear I hear the slight sounds of footprints on carpet. Slow, deliberate steps. They stop, but I cannot sleep for the rest of the night.
The worst thing, the thing that has turned me from being a skeptic though, happened just last week. Monday night. I had a dream. In this dream I was approached at my job among my coworkers by someone named Sam that I did not recognize. He claimed that we had been friends as kids. He was disappointed I didn't remember him. He told me that he knew I'd been upset lately, stressing out. But that things in my life were about to only get worse, real soon. I was woken up the next morning by a phone call from my mother, telling me my grandmother had abruptly died. Before the week was up my girlfriend broke up with me out of the blue. These things can be written off as coincidence, bad fortune, etc. on their own. But I was told. I was told what was going to happen and that really has me very scared.