Paranormal or strange experiences

This was back in the 90's and we were big X-Files fans so investigating the paranormal was like playing. My friend's mom gave us a witch's book from a garage sale she bought. Long story short, my friend and I were stupid and made our own Ouija Board without really understanding what we were really doing. We tried the cup and then decided to use unsharpened pencils instead with each of us lightly holding one pencil (there was 3 of us). We all thought the pencils would go to different characters and prove it's all fake. But nope, it became like magnets and told us many things, including for us to stop and don't play around. Because none of us really believed, we even provoked the spirits to 'prove it'. This one ghost of a white women haunted me for months. Everytime I saw her, she would asked, 'do you believe now?' and I can feel her anger because of our disrespect. I fully regret my actions because after what I experienced (the hauntings), question my own insanity, denial of it all, and still have occasional paranormal experience since then. Also to add that at this time, I wasn't religious either. I had a scary and traumatizing experience with Christianity, where my local church was trying to pressure me into getting Baptized and my mom was a Buddhist. But the way I resolved this was that I prayed every day since the haunting (both Christian and Buddhist prayers) for help. One day, I saw a light entity with a male's voice. He said it would stop but that I had to stop messing with the occult and the paranormal and to promise I won't go seeking it out on purpose again. I accepted and the haunting stopped. I know now that the light entity was St. Michael but it took another decade or so for the confirmation. After the hauntings, I wanted to thank the entity that helped me and so I asked and I heard "Michael". So as a validation, I noted that if it was really St. Michael, one day I would end up at a place devoted to him without intentionally going there myself. About 15 years later after the first hauntings, through a series of cancellation of flights and stuff - I was stuck in France for a few more days. One of my friend randomly said, let's go to Normandy and we ended up unexpectly at Mont St.Michael. When I stepped into the church, I had the biggest chills. Confirmation indeed.

I've heard random voices several times. In my case, it's mostly from spirits wanting me to acknowledge and help them. I do some good deeds, say a prayer, and they move on. However, one time a spirit was trying to lure me. I was camping in the mountains (the area had many historical battles and fighting etc.), I shared a tent with my older sis. We have one other tent where my older bro took to himself. When we asleep, I was woken up by a male voice calling my name over and over. The voice was clear and right by my head and I don't see anything - everything was normal etc. I thought it was my older brother pranking me but when I got up to check, he was completely dead asleep (I slept on the far side - away from his tent; if he did the prank, I would have heard him walking a bit to get back inside his). I go back to my sleeping bag and after a bit, the voice called again. This time I can hear my brother and sister snoring already too. At this point, the voice kept going. Then I remember someone told me that if you hear a spirit call your name, do NOT respond in anyway. So I ignored it completely - turned on my iPhone and put on earphones, and went to sleep. I told my older brother about it the next morning, he told me that I was lucky to ignore it. When he was doing his Army training in the area, his friends told him that in the past, many soldiers reported the same thing and back in history, the enemy would lure victims by doing this and take them as hostage or slaves.

I was driving through a tunnel that cuts through a secluded mountain area; I was the only person and only car in the tunnel. The music came suddenly, surround sound in HD in both ears and I couldn't hear anything else (the car driving or any other noise). But the music I heard was a choir type of singing with many voices and it feel like holy/religious music but not in a language I understood. There was nothing to see - everything look normal. I only heard the music. It lasted several minutes, even after I left the tunnel and parked on the side of the road. I've gone back to that tunnel many times over the years, and nothing like it has happened again. No one I know experienced anything either. I like to think I just came across some angles singing or something.

A dream visitation from my Chinese grandma that passed away 20 years before the incident. Grandma's spirit visited me and told me that my mom would be gravely ill, but for me not to worry because she will be ok. I was living half way across the world from my mom at that time and my mom was just diagnosed with a serious illness but didn't tell me because she knew I may pack-up and go back to take care of her etc. Next day, I called my mom and asked her if there was something serious that she didn't tell me and she was shocked (because the only other person who knew was the Dr. and my Dad). She asked how I knew and I told her about the dream visit. It was the first time she ever believed me about the paranormal encounters I've had over the years.

It was one sunny afternoon and I was reading a book in my tiny apartment at the time. Suddenly, I hear an old man's voice repeating a series of numbers non-stop. It wasn't loud and it was quite close - like if he was right next to me but I'm the only one in my apartment and I didn't have TV or radio on. His voice was surround sound in those minutes and I could only hear numbers. As any Asian would do --- I immediately looked for paper and something to write some numbers while this old man's voice is still going with numbers. As luck would have it, I COULD NOT find paper and pen/pencil in time because by the time I reach for the backpack, his voice just stopped and when it did - strangly, I COULD NOT recall a single number he said in any order. I blew my chance at winning the lotto.

Fast forward to this year. My American dad passed some years back and I get dream visits from him too. One dream last year, he was fishing and was quite happy and I was like, I'm so glad your enjoying. My dad smiled and yelled "25" at me and then he was gone. Just this past week, I randomly bought two lotto tickets with his birthday and 25. I won a small amount from the lotto. Thanks, Dad.