I have two stories to tell, I guess...
It was back in elementary school, for the first one, I was following a friend of mine across the street so I could go and play with him, I never had many friends as a child and would always take every opportunity I could to make friends, but anyway. I followed after him, I heard some screaming and a loud blast of a bus horn when I felt something grab my shoulder and pull me back to the sidewalk. I saw the school bus drive by my face barely missing me by a few centimeters, I looked up to see who had saved my life, it was a guy with long greasy black hair, as I remember, I stood up and brushed myself off before turning around to see no one there, I look everywhere and ask people around me where the man had gone and they had replied they hadn't seen a man. That happened around 1-2PM, my elementary school had short days two times a week. I decided to walk home because I now had a fear of crossing streets due to what had just occurred. Anyway, I come home to see my mom hugging my uncle(her brother) who was crying on the couch. My dad pulled me away and told me that my 17 year old cousin had "left us", I remember looking at a picture of my cousin and remember saying, "But I saw him on my way here," my cousin had shot himself at noon that day. I still don't know what happened, and I don't plan on ever learning, I'm just grateful that something saved my life.
And the next one not as paranormal in my opinion. It was a few years ago and I had just fallen asleep, I had a dream about standing over my parents who were covered in blood and in my hand was a baseball bat from when I was a kid. I woke up at six in the morning to feel my nose bleeding, not an uncommon occurrence for me mind you a mixture of very low blood pressure and stress causes very drastic amounts of nose bleeds, I reached up to wipe it off and see my hand is drenched with dried blood and on the ground is my bat, with blood covering the tip and the handle. I run into my parent's side of the house to make sure I didn't kill them in my sleep to find them sleeping peacefully. I walked back to my bathroom to get a large rag because in my haste I seemed to have coated the walls with my blood. Only later did I even think that the blood was my own and that in my sleep had I tried to wipe it away when my nose became clogged with blood. I still can't explain the bat. which I had put into storage three years prior because I no longer play baseball.