Regardless, my approach to my "paranormal" experiences is to view them as phenomena, worthy of scientific examination regardless of the apparent difficulty in proving them.
My experiences have been more intense during particular periods in my life, from about eleven or so to mid-twenties, although not exclusively. I find this significant, but without any particular explanation.
From the age of ten to fourteen, I lived across the street from a family with five female siblings, all my friends. I fit in the fold in age, and when we were young, we were enamoured with common romantic notions of ghosts, extraterrestrials and everything unexplained. Kreskin was popular (this was mid-sixties), and aliens were everywhere, so we were led to believe, but in particular, and it seems, almost over the course of a very few years, the following was true:
1. We used the Ouija board out of the box. We didn't have a glass and a candle, but had the board and the water drop shaped "marker." We played with the game as any children would, but at some point, the marker did seem to move without our help. I don't remember the questions or the answers, but needless to say, this spooked us, and we didn't use it afterwords.
2. Kreskin had some board game
out that allowed participants to check their
psychokenetic abilities. I can remember the place and
vaguely the time, but I could hold the cone on the chain,
and, in full view of witnesses, hold my hand steady and
far above the board and move it at will.
3. When testing card shapes and numbers, I could see those too, through their backs, it seems, almost, and without any help from markings from my friends, with unusual accuracy. I've tried to recreate this since then, but can't come close to the accuracy of that day.
4. A boy who moved in behind me, unknown to any of us, was a character in one of my dreams. I knew his name, first and last, from the dream, and told it to him sometime shortly after we met him. He confirmed what I had learned about him.
My interest in this series of events is that they seemed to happen so closely together, as though I was plugged in to something.
Our interest in the paranormal waned as our interest in boys increased, and nothing, as I remember it, as remarkable happened again until my last year in college.
Not a drug user or a drinker, nor prone to dillusions, by way of disclaimer, another friend and I vacationed on the coast of Alabama. She was nursing a broken heart, and I went along as support.
We stayed in a bed and breakfast, and were two of only a handful of guests. In our room, which I remember in detail to this day, her bed was vertical against one wall with her feet facing the door, and I was in a bed close to the window with my feet facing the wall. We had visited, I suppose, but I don't remember whether the light was off or on, it was night, when we heard someone testing the door as if to come in without being noticed.
We were understandably freaked, and, within seconds, I was at the door looking out the hallway when I was met with no receding footsteps and no-one rounding a corner. The hallway, a very long one, with a wooden floor and locked doors on both sides, was absolutely empty.
Later that night I felt someone or something grab both of my heels. Of course there was no one there when we turned the light on. I have in the last year or so confirmed that that experience was shared and remembered after all of these years, twenty or so, by the friend I was with.
Over the next several months, whether I was paranoid, I can't say, I felt the presence, an unfriendly one, of someone following me. It was eerie, but not in a girlish, giggly way, but in a threatening, intensely disturbing way.
We were both shaken by the experience, and are still to this day. Right now, it feels like a deja vu moment, as though I've done this before.
I find that I share these unexplained experiences more with women than with men. Maybe they're not telling, but we do, and I consider the women with whom I share these experiences to be women like me, who can only use the experiences as proof of the experiences' existence.
My theory is that with humans, and with every element of life, observable and otherwise, that, if in fact, we are looking, with our own scientific method, for what is actual, we need to study every aspect rather than those that are considered worth study by conventional groups.
As a people, as a race and as part of the great known and unknown, I believe that, although people have large and considerable imaginations, some things, constant to human kind and life kind over the illimatable years we've existed, we couldn't have made up on our own, and some experiences are too common, as evidenced in myth and legend and the oral and written word and record, for them not to have substance.
This is more than you asked for, and is not specific to one or another experience type, but I've looked for a forum in which I can examine, like others like me, the things I can't explain.