My mother seems to have a strange knack for otherworldly stuff, though thankfully nothing extremely pronounced. She hears the occasional disembodied voice, catches a glimpse of someone who shouldn’t be around from the corner of her eye.
An interesting thing happened to her when she was in third grade at what was then the Holy Ghost School. She and two of her friends were just hanging out in the garden during recess. The other two girls were catching a few winks, so only my mother heard something drop from the tree onto the grass with a faint exclamation. She turned to see that it was a duwende, or dwarf, clad in brown. The little fellow caught her looking at him, grinned, then disappeared.