I had a "near-death experience" when I was 17. Back then, nobody even called it that; it would be years before anyone ever coined that phrase! Five days after graduating from high school, I was on my way up to the lake when I lost control of my car, ran off the road into a ditch, and ended up in a small creek with the car on top of me. (This was before seat belt laws, obviously!) From my waist up, I was on the bank of the creek. From my waist down, I was in the water and trapped underneath the car.
While all of this happened in probably a very short span of time, it seemed to take forever for everything to actually play out. Once it was all over, it was serenely quiet.....so very peaceful. I can remember feeling like I was floating and, yes, towards a white light! I could see forms of people circling around this sort of tunnel going towards the light. As all of this was going on, all of a sudden I saw my dad's mother calling me by my name and telling me to go back. She was in her mid-90's when she had died only four months earlier. But she knew me, spoke my name in her lovely Irish lilt, and told me it was not time for me. I had to go back.
Immediately after that, I could feel the wetness of the water, and also hear real-world noises again....like the water running in the creek, birds chirping, and people asking if I was okay as they made their way down the bank to the creek.
Other spooky things have also happened, not just to me. One of my neighbors built a new house about 20 years ago, after splitting their plot of land in half. They lived in the first house until the new house was completed and then moved in to it. One of the first nights in the house, their youngest daughter woke up to see a man standing in her doorway. He just stood there looking at her and then left. She told her parents about him the next morning and they think it might have been someone who could have been buried on the land centuries ago. (Kind of like in Poltergeist!)
One of my friends lived in a haunted house when she was growing up. They had a piano in their living room and often would come home from school and find the chairs from the dining room set around the piano, and sheet music would be on the piano that was not there when they left for school in the morning. Other times, the tv would be on when they returned home from school. This was back when there were only three tv stations (pre-cable) and the tv would have been set to a non-existent channel! They would also hear footsteps on the stairs at night. They were at peace with the ghosts and not afraid of them.
Our summer house is built on property on which an old mill once stood. There is a rock wall from that mill that is still standing and is part of our foundation. The first summer we were up there, I would awaken every night and hear noises outside. Each morning I would ask if anyone else had heard the noises. Of course, no one heard anything....just me! It was like a tapping on the rocks. And I would hear footsteps too. I guess everyone got so tired of me mentioning this day after day. Finally my father said that if I heard the noises again, I was to wake him up and he would go look into it. Sure enough, that night, I heard the noises again. I was so petrified that I couldn't get out of bed. I ended up screaming at the top of my lungs for my dad! (I was 13!) Dad jumped out of bed, ran outside, and of course there was nothing out there. Mom was upset because I had woken up everyone! I never heard the noises after that night though. A few years later, my brother and his friends were up there in the wintertime. After locking up and turning off the lights, they all went into the bedroom to go to sleep. All of a sudden they heard a lot of footsteps, as if someone was running down along side the house. Then they heard the side door open and crash up against the wall. All of the guys were freaked out, as everyone of them had heard it. So they grabbed the only line of defense they could which was the trusty baseball bat. They snuck down the hallway towards the great room. One of the guys was positioned to turn on the lights, the others stood behind my brother with the bat. When the one kid turned on the light, the rest of them jumped out into the great room.....only to see the door perfectly shut, and locked, and nothing was amiss. Needless to say, they did not sleep at all that night. (And I, to this day, still think what they heard was the same sounds I had been hearing years earlier.)
A few years ago, my son and his then girlfriend were going to spend the night up at the lake and they had their dog in tow. All was well until the dog started staring at the door and began to growl. The dog was extremely nervous and fidgety and nothing would calm him down. My son went outside to check things out, but found nothing. But the dog could definitely sense something going on. They packed up quickly and came home. That girlfriend and the dog never went up to the lake again!
Another spooky thing happened to two women I used to work with (at different jobs, at different times in my life). Both of these women's husbands were dying in the hospital from cancer. Both of these women had been at the hospital and came home once visiting hours were over. Both of these woman had made a cup of tea when they got home. Both were at the sinks of their kitchens when the lights above them flickered for only a second. When the lights came back on, both noticed the time. Shortly after, the hospital called them to tell them that their husbands had passed.....at the same time the lights flickered!