I have never had a paranormal experience but both my mother and my aunt have had quite a few between the two of them.

First one my mother had with my aunt and my grandparents. They were driving from Miles City, Montana to Billings and it was relatively late at night, around 10 or 11pm. If you have ever driven through Montana, you would know, when you are driving at night it is pitch black save for what your head lights see, you literally can't see a thing to the left or right of the car.

Well, anyways, my grandfather who was driving noticed a light up in the sky and a then a couple of minutes later they noticed a light up on the road in the distance. As they got closer to the lights in the road they noticed it was 3 other cars parked on the side of the road where people had gotten out to look at a UFO flying overhead. It stuck around for a good ten to fifteen minutes then swooshed off into the distance. The next day a picture of it was on the front page of the Billings Gazette, the same object Apparently appeared over Colorado and Idaho at around the same time. My grandparents still have that newspaper.

The second one my mother had was an encounter with the "ghost" of my great grandmother. I was only 3 years old when she died but she absolutely adored me, as I was the first grandchild in the family. Almost every picture I see of her she is carrying me around. Anyways my mother was going through some major issues with my dad, and was living with me in a small house in Miles City about 3 miles from where my grandparents lived with my great grandmother. My mother was very concerned about having to raise a kid on her own ect. and would often talk about it with them. Well she fell asleep that night and had a dream where my great grandmother was sitting in the living room and in my mothers dream my great grandmother told my mother that she came to say goodbye, that she loved her very much and wanted her to know that everything was going to be ok. My mother woke up to a phone call at around 5:30 that next morning saying that my great grandmother had died.

Last story for now and this ones pretty cool, these events take place over a number of years. My aunt lived in a fancy old house in San Diego that was haunted. My aunt and her husband are both electrical engineers and are not prone to superstition. They have 2 kids and around the time that the first instance of strange activity their oldest kid Chris was 6 or 7 years old. My aunt had heard foot step like noises coming from the third floor of the house a few times when nobody was home. She had embarrassed to tell my uncle about the noises until when, finally she did, he just sort of blew her off and told her she was crazy.

Then one night her husband Dan and their son Chris where sitting in the living room watching TV when my uncle had fallen asleep. He is notorious for zoning out in front of the TV after work and frequently falls asleep in the lazy boy. He awoke to the noise of someone walking around up on the third floor and reacted by yelling, "Chris I told NOT to play in attic!". Chris was, in reality, sitting directly to the left of him on the coach respondend, "that's not me dad" . Apparently this spooked Danny and Chris out so much that they spent nearly 4 hours at the Stone Cold ice cream shop at the strip mall down the street until they knew that my aunt would be back home.

Then something else started happening, my aunt came home from work one day and opened the door to her house and saw a picture laying on the floor in the hallway perfectly square to the walls. It was aerial picture of a world war II era aircraft carrier with absolutely no planes, people, equipment or even call numbers on it, the back of the picture was blank and it was very old. She asked if anyone knew anything about it or where it came from and even went so far as to ask her neighbors about it before placing it in a desk drawer.

Then a few months later she was in the kitchen with her kids when her daughter was pouring some cereal and the picture came out of the box. She checked the drawer and the picture was still in the drawer. Turns out it was a similar picture, but the one that came from the cereal box was a closer shot and you could see a shadowy spec of a person standing in the middle of the picture. A year later one came in the mail box. A third picture, this one a little closer. They ended up framing the pictures together and hung them up in the entry way. The frame would frequently fall off the wall. They ended up fastening it to the wall with small nails before that house burned down in the San Diego fires last summer. I have seen the pictures myself, I saw two of them, before the third one appeared. It's quite creepy.

there are more stories than that but my hands hurt.