Not sure if this qualifies as ‘Paranormal’ but it certainly wasn’t ‘normal’ !
About 42 years ago in school (Sharston, French lesson, Mr Barlow) I was put on the second to last row from the back (apparently I was being a knobhead and disrupting the class),so, nobody alongside me, nobody behind me.
About 10 minutes into the lesson, I felt 3 really hard, sharp pokes into my shoulder blade, that hard they actually jolted me, (you know the type, when teachers used to poke you in the chest) for a brief moment, I thought it must have been one of my mates behind me or something, but then suddenly, I realised that there wasn’t anyone behind me, so I then shot up, looking under the tables, throwing the desks and chairs over, then running towards the door of the class shouting WTF etc and trying to say what had happened.
Of course, ‘Billy fuckin Bendover’ Mr Barlow refused to believe me shouting all sorts and sent me to the head office for ‘The Strap’, went there, tried to profess my innocence but to no avail and got strapped (and detention).
Ever since then, I’ve always thought of Ghosts and suchlike as shit stirring little twats and I’ve no time for them.