I'd have tons about the house I currently live in - if I was the least bit woo, I'd be convinced it was haunted or had a poltergeist. Being fascinated by these things, I had always wondered how I'd react in such a situation. Apparently it's by figuring out how so many weird concincidences must have piled on top of each other and not be frightened at all. I must say I'm surprised!
But here's one, from elsewhere, I've never been able to figure out:
Where I used to work the office where three of us worked had a bookshelf with equipment and things on it next to door, on the side where the hinges are, so the door opened in front of it, if that makes sense. Anyway, it was really annoying, as if you weren't careful, you could push the door too hard when entering and it'd bang into the bookself and stuff would fall off. We always talked about how we really needed to move that shelf. One day I was coming into the office carrying a large item, and I leaned into the door to push it open wide enough that I could thread the item through. The door stopped at 90-degrees open and wouldn't budge. I finally managed to work the item into the room and went around the door, thinking instead of moving the shelf one of my officemates had found some way to rig the door so it couldn't open too far. What I found instead was the hinges on the door were clearly physically made such that they couldn't push pass 90-degrees. I opened and closed the door in confusion, and thought maybe someone had replaced the hinges, but I could see that the paint on the door frame covered the hinges in such a way that it had dried over them and had not been broken. I'd just been in there the day before - no one had painted! I have no clue how the hinges changed. None of my officemates could figure it out either. But at least things stopped falling off the shelf...
In the realm of coincidences, I grew up in the US and moved to the UK as an adult. Sometime before I was born, my parents had spent a few months in the UK, and when I said I was moving here, my Dad said, "Oh, I have a map for you!" and he gave me the AA map of the UK from many decades ago (not hugely useful, given its age, but better than nothing, and so I thanked him and took it). Anyway, you know how the AA maps have a close-up of some random part of the country? It happened to centre on the town I was moving to! How funny that the year they were there happened to show where their as-yet-unborn child would eventually move.
And similar to Medal's story: When I was at Uni, I phoned home one day and started chatting with my mother. We had a lovely chat, she asked about classes, and I asked about things at home, and it all went well until she asked if I'd gotten a chance to talk to my sister that week. I said , "I don't have a sister..." a little confusion later she says "Wrong Mom, huh?" Turns out I'd dailed the wrong number by one digit (saw in my phone bill later) - just so happened that family also had a daughter at the same Uni taking (at least some of) the same classes!