I make NO CLAIMS that these represent supernatural experiences. I believe they can be explanied by luck, the power of psychological suggestion, and embellished memories. However they make good stories when talking about "spooky stuff" and members of my family are convinced that they have varying levels of the "something unexplainable" involved. Please don't ruin the fun by explaining why these things aren't really spooky. I know.
A friend of my sister's died at the age of 24 from an accidental drug overdose (he didn't get what he thought he bought). When he was 21, he was told by a cheap psychic that he didn't believe in that he only had three years to live. He used to joke about that with his friends. This same guy had his head shaved. He told his best friend "if you don't shave your head for my funeral, I'm going to come back as a ghost and ...slam a car door on your hand". A seemingly random threat. As my sister and the best friend (with head of hair) drove across the desert to California for the funeral, my sister looked over as the other guy screamed. The car door was closed on his hand. He couldn't explain how it happened.
20 years ago my uncle Chris was a passenger in a very bad car accident (he broke his jaw and was hospitalized for some while...I think the woman driving the other car died). The night that it happened, at about the time that it happened, my mom (Chris' sister and closest sibling in age) woke up from a dead sleep with a start, shook my dad awake and told him "Something is wrong with Chris!" Dad told her to go back to sleep and it wasn't until the next day that they found out about the accident.
My step-grandmother Joanie went to a psychic for a reading. She didn't believe in it and didn't want to go but her sister begged her to do it. The session was very mundane, the psychic didn't tell her anything earthshattering or surprising, all predictable stuff. Until she was leaving and the last comment that the psychic made was "don't worry, you'll be able to sign them soon". Joanie is a painter and she has never signed any of her paintings because she doesn't think they are good enough. This subject hadn't come up during the session. (of course, Joanie hasn't really painted anything since having given up the painting shortly before that psychic session...so the prophecy didn't pan out. Making this a less interesting story than it was 10 years ago when we all thought she was about to get over her issues about painting and start again).
Once while walking along the shore of lake michigan on a very hot day, my Dad said to the group that he was with "I'd give anything for a cold Coke right now!". About a mile further on their walk they came to a large piece of drift wood with the cold surf washing over it. Nestled in a nook of the driftwood was an unopened can of coke. My dad opened and drank it.