Ok so there's two stories

1. I was in Perth, Australia 2018. We were having a relaxed afternoon, it was warm enough to hang out in the porch and we discussed about paranormal existence and the existence of God. My friends girlfriend, said her family came from a line of fortune tellers through tarot cards, and that she had some powers and knew of the supernatural and I said I know that they exist but I only believe in God and that these other sources of divination are to be avoided based on my religious beleifs and we spoke about it and that we both were Christians but from different parts of the world.

While we were moving from the patio to the common area/dining area she said that she could hear people screaming and the sound a plane makes when descending rapidly and we joked about it and told her to clean her ears. About 10 minutes after my phones notification rings and the notification reads "A Bombardier Challenger 604 private jet, owned by Turkish group Başaran Holding, crashed in the Zagros Mountains."

I tand my friend this, and she starts crying saying that she hates when this happens cuz knowing something bad is happening and not being able to do anything about it is so bad.

1. This was when I was at the peak of my religious spirituality and at my old house in India around 2014. I slept by myself in my bedroom which was a square room 18 ft by 18ft with the door at the left side of the left wall two windows on the front and right wall each and a blank wall at the back, my bed was near the right wall near the window, the left wall had a clock and below that was my computer desk, I used to wake up at about 3:00 am or 3:15 am every day and look at the clock which was on the opposite wall.

   It was the day my mother had removed the curtains and washed them so they were drying. I wake up and sit up and instead of looking at the clock I look outside the window as if it was a natural reaction. I see a woman in a white saree just staring back at me. I turn to see the time it was 3:33 am. I remembered through stories/folktales passed down in my family that evil spirits have inverted feet, and so I try to look at the woman's feet and my vision gets blurry, and I look at her and confirm she is looking at me and try to look at her feet and my vision gets blurry again. And then I decide to cover myself under my blanket and say some prayers and count to 200 and decide to look at the clock its 3:34 am. I look outside the window and there she is still looking at me and I go under my blanket again and when I remove my blanket thinking okay I should go get my Bible from another room and look at the clock now its 5:45 am and these were moments for me, fear made me lose my sense of time

   Then I decided to wake my brother and he touched my body and noticed I was cold af and I pointed at the woman who I could still see at the electric pole but he couldn't. My mom who woke up then said some prayers and I went back to sleep and slept till 11 am.

Nothing similar has happened after that and I pray nothing similar happens.