Have you ever seen a Ghost

DeeDe

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Quite right. It's great to meet the Holy Spirit and fortunately He can be found outside of church.
Simple advice for anybody left worried by a 'ghostly' experience such as those listed here is to pray to Jesus.

Somehow, I find all these experiences very comforting and reassuring. Carry on....

Yes, without a doubt. I have too many unexplained happenings for there not to be something in it. Nothing like the ridiculous TV programmes. I have family members who have had experiences that cannot be explained away.

Fascinating reading all of your comments on this thread. I've had so many episodes in my life of things happening that I suppose are unbelievable to those who don't believe. Not long after my mum died I heard who I thought was my sister calling me,it was odd as she was calling me by my full name,not something she usually did. I went downstairs and asked her what she wanted and why was she calling me by that name.She said she hadn't called me at all. The only person who called me that was my mum. Another incident was when my dad was really ill. I couldn't sleep and was sat up in bed.My dad suddenly appeared sitting in the chair in the corner of my bedroom.I said What are you doing here dad? He said I've come to say goodbye. The next morning my brother rang to say our dad died at the time he appeared to me. So many other things I've had happen in my life that I can't explain. I'd be typing for weeks to tell you everything !! So I'll wish you all a very good night

I've just remembered another time when perhaps I did see a ghost. I can't think of another way to explain it.

I was 17 or 18 and on my way to visit friends in London's East End. It was a bright sunny evening so I took a short cut along a very long and narrow cobbled passageway, which I often did. I probably wouldn't do that today, but I was young and thought I could look after myself. The passage was only one person wide and on both sides were the high walls of factories, warehouses and tenements, so nowhere for anyone to hide or jump out on me. I was about half way along and could see the other end in the distance when a man suddenly appeared ahead of me hurrying towards me. Where had he come from he hadn't been there a moment ago? He was dressed all in black, his long coat flying out around him, carrying a stick or something and wearing, to my amazement, a top hat. I was startled and immediately realised I'd have to pin myself to the wall to let him pass or be knocked over. It didn't look like he was going to stop! Then as he got closer he did stop, looked to his left, turned left and walked away! I couldn't believe it. I was pretty certain there were no other exits out of the passage except at each end. I walked on to the place where he had left and there was nothing there, just the high brick wall of a factory. No doors or gates and the windows were on the first floor. Where had he gone? I looked around me but there was no way out of that passage, unless he could walk through walls. I hurried on but kept glancing back to see if he was behind me. When I got to my friend's I told them and they said "Yes other people have seen him too. Some people think it's Jack the Ripper." Who or what did I see? But it didn't stop me going that way again. But I never saw him again.

I've never seen a ghost but I have felt the presence of something/someone - twice.

The first time I was about 14 and walked home with a school friend. As we reached her house she said she had to go to the shop for milk, gave me her key and told me to go in as she wouldn't be long. Her mother was still at work. I stepped up to the door to put the key in the lock. I couldn't do it, something was stopping me. It was like a physical barrier, a force field. I simply couldn't move my hand any nearer to the door. It didn't feel threatening or scary it was just weird. I stepped away from the door then tried again. The same thing happened. I hadn't imagined it. So I stepped back again and waited for my friend. I told her what had happened. She said "It's Dad. Mum says he keeps watch over us. He never knew you so I suppose he wouldn't let you in. Sorry if it scared you." I knew her father had died suddenly a couple of years before. We went in, made tea and listened to records till her mother came home. We talked about what had happened and my friend said she liked to think that her father was still with them in some way.

The second occasion was when a colleague asked me to make curtains for her and would I mind hanging them as she had a painful knee. I delivered the curtains and she got me a ladder to hang them at the French windows next to the piano. It was quite a warm day and the room was bathed in sunshine from the garden. I was alone in the room but felt as if I was being watched, as if there was someone else there. Despite the sunshine the room got colder and colder. My friend returned with cups of tea and I asked her if she'd left the back door open. She said "Oh dear, does it feel cold in here? Do you feel uncomfortable being here?" I told her that I felt I wasn't alone, but not uncomfortable. She told me it was her husband Alan - he'd died six months earlier - and he sometimes 'dropped in' if he thought something was wrong. She then said "He's probably worried about you falling on his piano!" Then she said aloud "Don't worry Alan the piano is quite safe" Almost immediately the room warmed up again. She came into work a few days later and said quietly to me that Alan liked the curtains.

When my Mum was a young nurse at a London hospital she saw a nurse in a black crinoline dress and very elaborate white headdress walking ahead of her up a long flight of stairs. She wondered who would dress like that in 1932. When she reached the top of the stairs the nurse was nowhere to be seen. Another nurse standing there said "Did you see her? That's Florence Nightingale!" She told Mum that she often visited the hospital especially if a patient needed her help. And one night when my Mum was nursing a young girl who was dying she went to get her a drink. When she returned there was a glass of water beside her bed. She asked who had given it to her. She said the nurse in the long black dress. The girl died the following day. Over the years several patients and staff said they had seen her.

We used to live in an 18thCentury former vicarage. It had a very benign atmosphere. One of my adult sons ascended the stairs one late evening and to his amazement saw a man with his hand on the door handle of one of his sibling’s bedroom. He says he hesitated, the man turned and stared then just disappeared onto thin air. I was decorating, standing on ladders in the kitchen; there were windows above very tall oak doors that looked into the hall. I glanced down and was similarly amazed to see a little girl in a short crinoline dress standing at the bottom of the stairs who as I stared just disappeared. I honestly believe that there must be some kind of survival after death.

While standing in the back yard of a very old house I was looking toward the back wooden fence and most definitely saw what I would call a 'ghostly' shape of a woman, washing basket under her arm, glide past the fence then to disappear into nowhere. That was about 40 years ago and is as clear in my mind as it was then. Ghosts? I really don't know, but what then was this occurrence.

This is such a lovely thread. Keep on with the stories don't want it to end!

A fortnight after my Dad died I was back at home (we lived abroad at the time) and having an aromatherapy massage. At the end of the massage, when very relaxed, I was aware of a presence standing at the side of the couch I was on. although I couldn't see clearly I knew it was my Dad.

Strangely, at the same time, my Mum had a 'visit' from him too - she was sitting where they had always sat in the evenings and was drowsy. She was aware of someone sitting beside her and holding her hand, as Dad used to. I think he was letting us know he was always with us

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Got goosebumps reading these lovely lovely experiences such amazing stories

When I was a small child, standing alone in the scullery of our small upstairs flat my mother having gone to fetch some clean clothes for me, I distinctly heard a woman's voice behind me warning me to "hurry up, she's coming back". I can recall it as plainly as if it were yesterday. I stopped what I was doing to turn and see who was there, but I was alone. At that moment my mother walked back into the room. I have no explanation but find it comforting, as if I had someone watching over me.

I have never seen a ghost but believe people come back to tell you things or to try to make things right about 10 years ago I was holidaying in Florida to find myself in half sleep hearing my Nan telling me my aunt had died but everything was going to be ok. As I was holidaying with my parents I told my dad I had had a sort of dream about my Nan { I didn’t actually see her but smelt her} he said phone my cousin to check before telling my mum but it was true

As a child I lived in South Africa, near Pretoria. My parents had a lovely house built in a village called Irene. We lived there for several years. But quite often when we were downstairs we could hear children running overhead. Nobody there of course.

Over the road was a long derelict building. Apparently it was an old hospital which had been built to treat people injured in the Boer War. My brother once looked through the window and saw a lady in a long white nurse's uniform walking towards him. He rushed home petrified and never went there again.

Never seen one but do believe that they exist even though I think that many so called sightings can be explained quite simply. IMO too many occurances for there not to be any truth in them.

I find all this totally fascinating. I guess we will never know for sure, well not in this life.

I’ve never seen a ghost, as far as I know but lots of unexplained things have happened to me. All will be poo po’pood by some readers so won’t bother but one thing happened to a colleague and I have no reason to disbelieve her. She was a very intelligent, well adjusted individual.

She moved into a house with her husband, 3 year old son and baby daughter. For some reason she hated the house. Couldn’t explain it but “felt” uncomfortable especially in the bathroom. After a short period of time she decided to move. She never discussed this with anyone at all, least her children as she felt it was her own stupid imagination. A couple years later they were driving past their old house and it was up for sale. Son (now 6) was in back seat and he suddenly pipes up “I don’t like the man who used to come into the bathroom”. Friend says “what do you mean?” He said this old man came and then he went downstairs and walked through the (child) stair gate “without opening it mummy”

Well you can imagine my friend’s thoughts then.

She didn’t know anything about the house when she bought it but after making some enquiries she discovered that one of the previous occupiers had been found dead in the bathroom. Kind of spooked her. (And hairs in my arms stood up)

Now I don’t believe ALL houses where people die are haunted. My own father died in his kitchen and my mum recently died in her own bed at same house. I never felt their presence there afterwards. But you can’t dismiss everything as imagination.

As I said we just never know.

I was very close to my dad and was devastated when he died especially as he had early onset alzheimers and walked past me in the street one day. A few months after he died I kept smelling cigarette smoke in the house. It used to drive me mad as I didn't smoke and I'd walk outside and look to see if there was anyone near my windows that was smoking. It suddenly dawned on me that I only smelt it when I was sad or unhappy and I always felt better afterwards. I'm pretty sure it was my dad just checking up on me. My mother died six years ago and he's never been around since. I still miss him and his cigarette smoke.

In the 1950's, my mother had called the doctor out for her (first) husband who was in bed, unwell. When the Dr came he went upstairs to see him and she stayed downstairs with her young children. After a while she felt her husband's arms round her giving her a warm hug from behind. Relieved that he was feeling better she leaned back into him and was about to speak when the doctor shouted down urgently to go and phone for an ambulance. Her husband had stopped breathing and tragically died.
My mother eventually married again and I was born, and she never told anybody, for fear of ridicule or upsetting them, until near the end of her life when she told me.
She wasn't a fanciful person and I believed her, but often think about what it physically was that she actually felt that sad day, or did she long for it so much that she imagined it had happened in her grief and shock.
Interesting to hear similar stories of loved ones saying goodbye too.

A Ghost...I'm not sure...
When I first split up with My Husband and moved into My flat I woke up one night and saw a Pirate at the bottom of My bed standing side on..looking at Me I closed My eyes and counted to ten opened them and he had gone....
Another time shortly after I woke up with an Ekderly lady bending over Me and Smiling...

Sara1954

We lived in a house once, where we could hear children running from room to room upstairs, we all heard it regularly, and our own little ones were fast asleep in bed.

Yes had the same Your message reminded me and
I forgot to mention that in my message little while ago .

We could hear children running upstairs and thought it was my two out of bed, try as we might we couldn’t catch them out of bed, was back in the 1970s and we never had central heating
One night after a long spell of this feet running my Dad went running up the stairs checking my two both were not puffing and their feet were warm even the comics we had planted on
Their beds were still in place ..

More than 50 years ago we were newly wed, impoverished and seeking accommodation in the East End of London where we were both working
We were offered a 3 bedroom flat at £5.00 a week, less than half the price of any other property to let. One oddity was that it was a '3' bed flat but one of the bedrooms was locked permanently and no key was offered. We only needed 2 bedrooms so made no further enquiries
My mother came to stay and manoeuvred a solid wood wardrobe in front of the bedroom door to protect herself from someone who was trying to enter the room as she told us the following day. We did not pay too much attention.
A friend who had just cnverted to Catholicism came to stay in the same bedroom She left in the early morning having left a note on our kitchen table
''2.20 am I can stay here no longer and am going home I cannot explain what is happening but as a Catholic I cannot believe what I am experiencing''
She never would talk about it either
I learned later that a previous occupant of the flat had been a pilot who was so scared by the happenings that he left immediately and persuaded the landlady ( a deputy head of a prominent school) to keep the door locked
Yes, both my husband and I experienced odd events/ sights there and were relieved when he joined the army and was posted abroad almost immediately

Whatever/whoever it was manifested itself in different properties in different ways to different people and dogs, too I am still sceptical but later 3 people , unknown to each other, experienced such different but inter-related events here that I really must reserve my judgement
By the way, both husband and myself are university qualified scientists so do try to impose a rigorous attitude to what we have experienced

After my Dad died I saw him at the end of my bed and he turned and walked to the side through, what is my ensuite doorway and up some stairs. I remember asking him to stay. Another time I felt someone sit on my bed to the side of me and was stroking my hair. I was too shocked to move but that was also not long after my Dad had died. I have also seen a cat sitting on the landing, so lifelike that I bent to touch it. There was nothing there.

Since I am a Spiritualist Medium I have had some experience of seeing Spirit but more of communication with the Spirit world. We are all Spirit having a human experience. If anyone wants to make sense of an experience please contact your local Spiritualist Church.

My very down to earth friend moved into an old house that I knew well; having dated the previous owner’s son for two years. One day she described a man she had seen in her kitchen, the way he was dressed, his hair, moustache, shape of nose and even that one lens of his glasses seemed to be opaque. I realised she had just described my ex’s father, dead for some years. Her brother, having spent the night in a spare room, asked if she had come in and held his hand during the night. She laughed and said “don’t be ridiculous” to which he replied “well, someone did”.
When they eventually moved their son, on entering their new home, sighed and said “phew, no ghosts”.