Describe something that has happened to you, for which had no explanation?

Many years ago, after working late at the office, I set off for home at around midnight. My journey home took me up the main A1, a road that I carelessly used to speed upon every night (if I didn't see 130 mph on the speedo at some point, I had failed).

I was 6 or 7 miles from the exit slip (offramp to you yanks) when something tapped me hard on the shoulder. I looked in the mirror and could see the dark shape of someone on the back seat.

I illegally screeched to a halt on the hard shoulder, leapt out of the car and wrenched open the back door, to confront whatever creep had got in my car.

Nothing, empty, no-one.

OK, it was late, I was tired, and imagination sometimes plays tricks (although this was the first time it had played that sort of trick on me) and the tap on the shoulder felt VERY real.

I climbed back into the car and finished off my journey, but all the time on the A1, I was sure there was a shadow in the back of the car. Everything returned to normal as I joined the westbound A507.

I put the entire thing out of my mind, I was away at an exhibition in Europe for the next couple of weeks, and pretty much forgot it.

A few years passed, my journey home from St Albans was still usually mainly up the A1, I'd had a couple of changes of car too.

Then, late one night, out of the blue, on an (almost) empty motorway, at (probably) the same spot, someone, or something tapped me hard on the shoulder...

When I was 12, I was traveling with my sister, her husband and 2 friends of theirs from S California to Minnesota for the summer, when we got into the mountains in N California it was fairly late at night so we pulled over along the highway to sleep for a while Friday night (they had a pickup with a camper on it). The next morning (before I woke up) they started the trek into Oregon, stopped in a nearby town to hit the grocery store. When I woke up we had already stopped at a park in the town. I was asked by my sister what day it was and I replied "Saturday", they all laughed. "I said what's so funny?" I was then told it was Sunday and everyone else thought it was Saturday as well. I have still pondered where Saturday went. There's no way we slept along the highway for 24+ hours.

When my dog died after a lengthy stay in a vet hospital about 5 years ago, someone payed my vet bill. I have yet to find out who the kind person was.

I was in a caraccident. Car rolled several times I walked away without a scratch the driver was in the hospital for a week. I did not wear a seatbelt

Last month I paid all my bills, went over my budget several times and still ended the month with an extra $126.