I remember going to uni in Wagga Wagga waaaay back.
One day, one of my teachers looked at me. She had this slight smile and a sparkle in her eyes. Everything else in the room (we were in the middle of a class) seemed to fade out/dim. She just held my eyes for a few seconds, the same Mona Lisa smile, and then broke the gaze and everything seemed to go back to normal.
I approached her after the lesson as other students were all leaving. She still had that little smile and the same sparkle in her eyes. I know you're probably expecting a Barney Stinson-style story now but it didn't go that way (she was well over 50 as well ... not really my type).
Still smiling, she said (names substituted):
Jessica: Uzo, I want you to be careful.
Uzo: .... ?
Jessica: I can tell you have a gift. And you need to be careful here.
Uzo: .... ? [mind you, at this point my mind was racing .. WTF is she talking about?]
Jessica: This town, in particular, this university. Bad things have happened here. Very. Bad. Things.
Uzo: .... ?
Jessica: Your girlfriend as well. She needs to be careful, too.
And that was it. She smiled once more, and left. I was standing there for a few more seconds pondering the new information. I've had quite a lot to do with the occult, as had my girlfriend at the time.
I've had plenty more experiences ... to quote Ghostbusters, 'I have seen shit that will turn you white,' - but I don't really like going into my occult history. I find it inspires people too much - they become interested, then fascinated, then obsessed. I find it something of a responsibility - having 'been there, done that' - I should ward people away from it. It doesn't work though.
People have been known to say that I seem to accrue 'disciples' when I start explaining my philosophies. I don't want to do that, so I shan't tell any more lest the PMs start coming.