I've mentioned them before, but my early reading matter at school was a reading scheme which included several fortean tales - Kenneth Arnold in 1947, the Marie Celeste, possibly the Brown Lady in Norfolk. At home my sister and I had several of the Armada Ghost Books, a series aimed at children; I've left them in son no 1's room in the vain hope he might get with the fortean thing, but no luck so far (although he did just order "The Ghost Hunter's Handbook" from the school book club, so there's hope yet....) I too read plenty of Enid Blyton, fairies and flying chairs and strange lands. My sister had a large number of Alfred Hitchcock's Three Investigator mysteries, some of which were seemingly supernatural, but always turned out (in the best Scooby-Doo spirit) to be some grown-up playing tricks. We also read Alan Garner and Susan Cooper.
As we got into our teens, sis picked up a copy of "Chariot of the Gods" and a paranormal book by some French bloke (not Morning of the Magicians, but something similar); a timeslip book by Joan Somebody (help me out here!) and a book on American archaeology which pushed back the colonization of the Americas by thousands of years. Seemed pretty radical in the 80s, but nobody would bat an eyelid these days. I read Doris Stokes (what can I say? I was young and foolish) and "The White Goddess", and a fine pair of books by Rosemary Harris which were leylines, telepathy - they were in the local library and I took them out time and time again. if I ever find those secondhand, I'll buy them in an instant.
And oh yes, "The Unexplained" - my dad bought it from the first issue, and my sister and I also read it avidly once he'd finished. God, I wish I hadn't let my mother throw that collection out....although I think I was at University when she did the evil deed, so there wasn't a lot I could do about it!