My views on the paranormal are very similar to my views on religion. Basically, I don't really know one way or the other, and while it is very interesting to converse and learn about, it doesn't matter to me. I do enjoy talking about it very much though.
One thing that stands out the most to me is something from when I was very young. A girl I went to elementary school with was playing on the jungle gym in the afternoon, a few hours after school was let out. The concrete anchors that hold down the playground equipment were not secure, and the whole set fell over, crushing her beneath. She was rushed to the hospital, but sadly, she didn't survive. I had a dream around this time where I had the flu, and was bed-ridden and on the verge of dying. I woke up crying, (being only around six or seven,) and like a good mother will do, mine soon had me sleeping again. I found out later that the girl, Jill-Anne, had uttered something very coincidental right before she died. Her last words: "Do I have a fever?"