My husband committed suicide almost seven years ago. He hung himself from a tree in the back yard on a cold rainy February night.

A few days after his funeral, I was coming up the front hallway of my apartment. I lived on the third floor and as I got to the front door to go in, I heard like a whimpering/crying sort of sound. It was pretty loud. At first I thought it might be one of the kids downstairs. The lady below me had three daughters that were different ages. But as I opened the front door to my place the whimpering got louder.

The events I'm about to relate took place over the course of six months to a year, starting on December, 2005. We bought our dream home in Collegeville, Pennsylvania, and made settlement on Sept 12, 2001 -- the day after 9/11! It took me a long time to bond with the beautiful little house because of the timing.

I had two experiences since my brother-in-law was murdered in November, 2010. Both are related to him. He was 20 years old and very close to my son and my husband.

On Christmas Day, my husband was very upset and depressed from losing his brother three weeks prior. He was also there and watched him die, holding him, trying to keep him from bleeding out. Every day he has flashbacks about the whole thing and is still very stressed out and fragile.

That night, when everyone went to sleep, I prayed and prayed that I could get a sign to let me know that my son and my husband would get through this, that everything would be okay and that he was watching over us and protecting him from the bad things that got him killed.

I stopped praying and decided to turn my light off, and as soon as I sat down in my bed I heard something. We have a gold wreath about six inches in diameter with bells on it hanging in the kitchen, which is about 15 feet away from my bedroom. I heard three distinct shakes from it. I sat up in bed and listened for it again, and this time it was loud like it was right next to my door. I got up and went to go look in the kitchen and it was rocking back and forth.

It was the middle of winter, so all the windows were closed -- there was no breeze. I think it was him giving me a sign.

I was with my sister, her husband, my husband, and our dog Molly at an old historic hotel in Virginia City, Nevada, November of 2012. We had adjacent rooms. The men were next door and my sister and I were talking in my room.

In 1991, Glenn was a university student inNova Scotia. What began as an ordinary bus trip back to his home town to visit his parents turned into a confusing distortion of time and space.

I have had numerous experiences throughout my life with the paranormal and believe I am a sensitive. The most recent one was just last week when my Aunt Jean contacted me from the other side.

I had a phone that I bought in October, 2009. I moved in May, 2010 and switched carriers, so could no longer use that phone or the service. Last week, January 6, 2013, I remembered that I had some photos and video on that phone and wanted to retrieve them. I charged up the phone and turned it on.

Who called me?

I never thought that there could be anything paranormal about a phone call until yesterday. I live in Baltimore, Maryland, and about three weeks ago somewhere in mid-July, 2013 my family and I were watching TV when the phone rang. The caller ID on the TV displayed the number 443-560-3565, but before I could locate the house phone, it stopped ringing.

In 1961, Barney Hill was a 39-year-old black man who worked for the US Postal Service. His wife Betty was a 41-year-old white woman, who owned a Master's Degree, and was the supervisor for the child welfare department.

The fact that the Hills were an interracial couple has been given weight by some who state that Barney was suffering stress in dealing with some public ridicule about the black and white union, which was not nearly as readily accepted in the early 1960s as it is today.

In my research into Mr. Hill's life, I can't find any reason for his stress being the cause of telling such an incredible story. What ensued after the couple went public with their story was much more stressful to him than any anti-racial remarks he may have encountered.

PICTURE THE EARTH in the blackness of space, spinning on its axis, orbiting the sun, with the moon following its orbit around the Earth -- all in accordance with the predictable laws of physics. All is as it should be. But look more carefully at that bright blue planet. Go in closer... move toward that land mass, down to that town, into that house at the end of the block. All is not as it should be there. Something is not right. There -- and in many other houses around that planet throughout history and even today -- things don't always seem to be operating by the laws of physics as we know them. Dishes fly out of cupboards; loud crashes are heard with no apparent cause; stones rain down from nowhere; covers are yanked off beds; people are pushed, poked and even slapped -- all by some mysterious, invisible force.