Okay. I have three that stand out. Here goes:
1) I have vivid memories from when I was around 4 years old of hearing multiple voices coming from rooms in my Grandmother's house.
I would hear voices in conversation in the rooms upstairs. I would rush into one room to nothing, then back to the other, to nothing. I remember telling my Mother about it. I remember her telling me I was just hearing things.
Maybe I was just schizophrenic as a child or something..
2) In my early 20's I worked the graveyard shift at a truck stop. I slept during the day. Most days I would sleep a few hours in the morning, get up for a while, then sleep a few more hours before I had to go to work.
My room had no blinds so I became accustomed to sleeping in the broad daylight.
These two factors likely contributed to my two OBEs.
The first was the most vivid. It started with the sleep paralysis (which I've had off/on for the last 10 years). Finding myself concious, but unable to move or speak (I was trying to scream, but could barely murmur) I found myself "floating" against the corner of the far wall & ceiling of my room. I noticed my door was slightly ajar so I was able to slip through into the hallway and "drift" down just to the end of the hall, but was unable to peek around the corner into the living room.
I could hear my roommate and two of my friends' voices. Try as I may, I was unable to round the corner to view them.
I was then back in my room, near my body. I noticed, and this is key, I was unable to recognize my face. I knew it was me, maybe because of my hair, but wasn't able to recognize myself. I don't remember if my face was a blur or just unfamilar.
I then awoke, walked into the living room and confirm the people who I heard in my "astral travel" were in fact all there.
The second OBE was far less vivid, and may have just been a dream. Started with sleep paralysis. I was then sitting upright on the corner of my bed and when I turned around I realized I was again looking at myself lying asleep. My face was turned away this time and upon realizing what was going on I almost automatically layed back down and "rolled" back into my body.
I don't believe in astral travel or OBEs being anything other than a product of a sleeping body with a concious brain. Which I find unfortunate.
3) Lastly, around the same time, about 9 years ago, I experienced my first and only "haunting."
Three of my friends lived in an upstairs apartment of an old building. Their friend, a girl who lived on the bottom floor, swore the building was haunted. She was a goth chick and said the "ghosts" didn't like her music or clothes or "Nightmare Before Christmas" memorabilia. She said she had been "attacked" on several occasions.
My friends also told me about strange happenings on their floor, like faucets turning on by themselves, seeing shadows moving through the halls, hearing footsteps on the stairs and even above the apartment (although they lived on the top floor).
My friend Greta (one of the residents) and I had made plans to go to Minneapolis that weekend. Since I was working nights and got off work around 7am, she suggested I come by and collect her and we would get on the road bright and early.
Of course, at 7am that morning she was a little less motivated than she had been the night before. She told me to watch a movie in the living room and wake her when it was over. I started watching "Life as a House" starring Kevin Kline, ironically, about a terminally ill man who's trying to finish building a house before he dies.
The movie was almost over when I heard the entry door at the base of the long stairway open and close. I then heard footsteps, clear as day, come up all of the stairs, at least 20 of them, stop at the very top... and then... nothing.
No one passed by the doorway. I thought it was one of her roommates coming home. After saying "Hello?" aloud I got up from my seat, which was less than 5 feet from the hallway that led to the stairs.
Nothing. No one on or down the stairs. No one in the bathroom either. The only other room was the kitchen. I walked into the empty kitchen and had the hardest time turning around I've ever had in my life. I was terrified. I was convinced if I did turn around I would see something awful. But again, nothing. I immediately woke Greta and told her we had to leave now.
I never did finish that damn movie.