Spooky stories and wierd dreams? That's my life story. Here are a few quick ones.

In highschool I lived about 10 blocks from the school so I would walk home and have several hours to my self until the rest of the family got home. We didn't have a dishwasher so cleaning dishes by hand was one of my chores. One day I'm washing dishes with one side of the sink filled with soapy water and mindlessly scrubbing and rinsing the dishes in the other side of the sink while staring out the kitchen window into the backyard. I saw something moving across the yard, which at first I thought was fine fishing line caught in the wind but it was moving too slow and in the wrong direction. The best way to describe it would be a faint outline of a person, like a very subtle Predator cloaking effect. I watched it move across the yard towards the far corner of the house where I could no longer see it. I dried my hands so I could go outside for further investigation, but then heard a thumping sound coming from the part of the house this thing had moved to. I went to see what had happened and found that the closet door in my room was open and a shoebox I kept on the top shelf was in the middle of my room with the top open and all the stuff inside scattered around it. This was odd because I have an almost OCD habit of always closing closet and cabinet doors. I picked up the box, put everything back in it and replaced it back in the closet. I returned to the kitchen to finish washing dishes and found the sink full of soapy water was now empty and all the dirty glasses were in a circle and full of water.

I once had a dream where I was standing out in the middle of the desert at night and in the distance I saw two figures, one was kneeling and hitting something on the ground with a metal stick, like a crowbar. The other was standing next to the first. They were talking but I couldn't make out what was being said. Suddenly I noticed a young woman standing next to me, she turned to me and said "they seemed like nice guys, but they aren't." That's when I woke up. About a week later I was with my wife (girlfriend at the time) and we were walking into a store when I saw something that froze my blood. On the wall was a missing persons flyer of the young woman from my dream. My wife said that it was someone who went to her college and had not been seen in about a week. She didn't think anything of it, probably went back home to hang out with friends. I told her about my dream and said that this young women was dead, beaten to death with a crowbar out in the desert east of town. She just said "that's not funny" and went on into the store. About a month later the news had an update on the missing woman, two male college students admitted to killing her with a tire iron and leaving the body off the highway east of town in the desert.