Another interesting thing is that some guys used to have a band and I let them use my living room for a place to practice; the lead guitar player was really talented, and he always warmed up the same way. the guys were always welcome here, and sometimes they would just come in and start playing, even if they didn't see me right away. Well, several times I heard Jeff in there warming up in his usual distinctive style. I have gone in there to say hello to him only to fing that Jeff is nowhere in the house. And it was a matter of a few seconds between when I heard him and when i lokked in. This has happened to my husband too; it really freaked him out because he has no psychic tendencies like I do. He never doubts anything i tell him now. Statues have fallen to the floor from the backs of shelves, pictures rearranged, items lost then found in rediculous places, etc, the usual stuff. Another interesting thing is the couple (a man and a woman) who carry on lively, animated conversations with each other in some really beautiful foreign language, perhaps French, I can't tell because it is always coming from another room and is always muffled. They won't speak to me but they sound like they like each other alot. This couple has followed me to three different homes. Then of course there is the music that comes from the air vent in the bathroom. There is the mist in the guest bedroom that disappears almost as soon as you go in. None of this has ever scared me except my friend who died, and that was my fault not his. I have NEVER told people about this stuff except those who are open to believe; I know it sounds schizophrenic as hell. I think i am a normal, intelligent average American female--I have a Bachelor of Science degree and work professionally in my career with no strange occurance anywhere except my home. These are not the only occurances, but you get the point. I don't know what this stuff is, but so far it's really quite ok with me. I feel sort of honored.
Oh, another cool thing was the dark man who came to see me when I was little--I have heard them called shadowpeople on this website (first time I ever heard that term), but my understanding is that shadowpeople are malevolent usually. This man was much blacker and more dense than a silhouette, like what I would think a black hole would look like in space. But he didn't scare me either; I was absolutely wide awake without a doubt, I felt someone watching me, turned over in bed to my right and he was standing about 4 feet away. He then came right up to the side of the bed in a smoothe sort of "walk(?)" and bent over me very close. I just kept looking at him. I couldn't see any details even close up, except that I could see a detailed outline of his hair (short and sorta wavy), but he remained that same dense solid deep pitch black. then he was gone without even standing back up. Why wasn't I scared? He seemed to be just checking to see if i was OK. (And it was not my father, Daddy was working night shift at the time--I was actually in the bedroom with my mother at the time.) She was asleep, I had just come in her room and climbed in bed with her to snuggle her feet with mine. I wish he would come back.

Quick question, do all of the above with the problem have sensitive or pale skin? I have both and i too sometimes get little scratches, but it was being caused from the material my sheets from my bed were made of, not a allergic reaction but it just caused friction. not saying its the answer or whatever but hopefully it may help in a way.

Ok, here's my theory

I read somewhere that people doing "primal therapy" have made old wounds/bruises magically reappear. Just like past mental trauma of physical abuse can resurface causing panic attacks, so can some physical trauma. It's all connected.

So maybe you relive past times you were physically wounded in your dreams causing these marks to reappear.

Well, for years I've had night terrors, I would rarely remember them, but if my family saw me having one, they would wake me. This was because I would be digging at my face/arms with my fingernails as hard as I could. I would wake with strange scratches all over me, and wonder how the heck they got there until my family caught on. I don't do this as much anymore, but sometimes, I'll wake with scratches. I evidently do this to myself if I'm experiencing fear in a nightmare.

Not sure if that helps you, considering you say the scratches are in places you can't reach. But sometimes we can contort our bodies in odd ways if were dreaming.

I am new here, having just found this site last night---but already I have read many posts from people who have had the same strange occurances as I have had!!! So, I can be honest with y'all I think!!!!

This is one that I haven't seen anyone write about yet; so if anyone has had this happen, please reply. Especially if you know what it is. Or what causes it.....I only know it's not me who causes it!!

It's just this: Ever since I was little, every now and then (enough that i would call it frequently) I notice these thin scratches in different places . They appear to be old scratches, a dark red color. But they wern't there when I went to sleep the night before. There is never any bleeding, but they are definitely scratches, always exactly the same stage of healing--they look like they were made with a needle---but they are of varying lengths.

You may think "hangnail", or "she does it to herself in her sleep" and that's what I would think if I were reading this. But I don't have hangnails, ever. And they appear on areas I can't reach, like the middle of my back. Usually it will be a long scratch across my stomach, but sometimes on my face or arms. The strange thing is they always look the same and it has happened all my life.

Which is the most likely explanation

I think it's been about two and a half years since I've written anything in this forum about the scratches that had been appearing on my arms. For those who have read this forum, you will know me as Rypnredi. For over a year , I woke up with thin scratches on my arms, which looked like they had been made with pins or needles, and always appeared dry and scabbed over. But there was one morning ... I had checked my arms, as was my habit, and had found them "clean", had felt a warm sensation on my right forearm a couple of hours later, and found two fresh lines, about an inch from each other, about four inches long.
Shortly after that time, my lover died of a massive heart attack, then, five weeks later, my Father died ... three days after I buried my Dad, one of my aunts passed away.
I "crashed and burned", went into a chronic and clinical depressive state for many months before regaining some state of "normal behaviour". Since that time, I have not received any more scratches.
Does anyone have an explanation for this?

It must be from your cat!!!!!!!!!!