I've had two things happen to me that I can't explain. Are you folks saying that nothing has ever occurred in your life that you can't explain?
The lights in the sky were boring. I was building a deck off my house in the evening and an unmoving set of lights were in the sky for quite a while. Meanwhile I had a Jets-Miami football game on TV while I listened to it on the radio. The game was one of the all time greatest shoot outs ever and was much more interesting than the lights. Kept running in and out as exciting stuff happened in the game. I also had some idea of how much of the deck I wanted to get done, so the lights didn't get the attention they deserved as a happening in my life, an event. Eventually I looked up and they were gone.
The ghost I saw while the family was watching TV, I was a child. It scared me and I sat frozen in fear until I eventually looked back to where I saw it and it was gone. Its in my memory, I can remember it better than any memory from that age. If I saw it again I'd recognize it.
So Valka, there is one difference, I'm not trying to sell a paper.
It doesn't matter if you're trying to sell a paper. Nobody is going to convince me of aliens without evidence. And I say that as someone who has been reading science fiction for over 40 years.
A long while back, I used have regular babysitting jobs around the neighborhood. One night, the neighbors came rushing over, all in a panic. They'd seen a strange light in the night sky, and they were totally convinced that it must be a UFO. It was bright, not steady, and kept changing color. They knew I was babysitting that night, so they came over to ask what it was.
So I stepped out on the porch, looked at the light they were so upset about, shrugged, and informed them: "That's just the star called Sirius."
"But it's so bright! And twinkly! And it's changing color! Are you sure it's not a UFO?"
Well, yeah, it is bright. And stars twinkle. And Sirius is known to look like it's shifting colors. Honestly there's nothing to get excited about. Just a typical night sky in January. Look up and enjoy it, since it's not particularly cold out.
Something that happened that made me wonder a bit... My grandmother died in the summer of 1997, and after she was cremated I had no idea what to do with her ashes. In fact, I still have them, since she had never mentioned what her preferences would have been (she'd expected her remains to be donated to medical research, and then the university would take care of the rest). So after her death, I kept her ashes in a closet on the front porch (safe from being lost, disturbed, or accidentally thrown out).
One Saturday morning, I found the front door open. I could have sworn I'd locked it the night before. Then I saw that the closet door was also open. My grandmother used to enjoy catching the bus on Saturday mornings, to go to the mall or the Farmer's Market for a little shopping. So when I found both the closet door and the front door inexplicably open on a Saturday morning in the summer...
"Grandma, what have you been up to?" I muttered, and closed the doors. Dead people are supposed to stay put, after all, right?
The more rational explanation is that I did indeed forget to lock the door, and that front porch had been settling over the years. It's not impossible that the closet door opened on its own. But it was a really weird feeling.