Have you ever seen a Ghost

Merylstreep. My 4year old granddaughter maintains that she’s been here before as well. She’s told my daughter the names of her ‘former’ mother and father, who both died, apparently, as well as her brothers and sisters. She even tells my daughter what jobs they did! When my daughter asked her what nationality they were as they didn’t sound English she said ‘No, because we are from Transylvania’! She also told my daughter that she was a twin, my daughter was originally pregnant with twins but the other baby died during the pregnancy. This had never been mentioned in front of my granddaughter.

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My younger brother used to get up every night, saying that 'the lady' had woken him. we just thought he was dreaming or sleepwalking. Until, for some reason I slept in that room (we had visitors and they slept in my room, and I slept in my brother's (I can't remember where he slept)
Anyway, I was sleeping when a woman's voice said sharply
"It's time you were up!" and I woke up about 5 in the morning.
We were living in a flat on the top floor of a large house - turns out that was the servants' quarters
No one slept in that room again. I got married soon after and my brother got my roob

Cymres, had forgotten till you mentioned a hospital haunting. I worked in Cardiff Royal Infirmary during my training, there was a corridor there, called Quality Street for some reason, which was said to be haunted by women in old-fashioned garb who were visible from the knees up only. Apparently the level of the floor had been altered at some point, and they were walking on the original level. I didn't see them myself, however.

Yes was driving out of a town on a dark night No street lights and a black cat crossed the road Also one early morning trip to the airport saw on the verge a super fast plane :UFO as it disappeared in seconds

My sister and I went for a few days to Guernsey and went to see the German Occupation Museum there . We parked our hire car in the nearly empty museum car park , as far away as possible from a huge grey vicious looking dog chained to a post , by a bungalow next to it . When we got out of the car , we were petrified as am sure it would have attacked us if it could . The curator looked worried when we asked about the vicious looking dog on a chain and went to check , saying on return there was no dog there . But we felt sure he had heard this before . The Germans did use large dogs I believe . When we went to the car - no dog , chain or post for it to be chained to . People laugh at us when we say we saw a ghost dog -but-we did see it !

The logical part of my thinking says no, but ive had many other wordly experiences that make me say yes.If you read anything on near death experiences, then it is hard to say no.
There is a noetic science which is researching the area.
There are more things horatio......

Yes I guess I have
I’d just taken my two children to school the youngest my daughter had just started ..
On returning home I walked up the hall, and for a split second I thought I saw my daughter leaning from the top of the stairs I was about to shout don’t lean like that and I realised she was in school, there was no one there, dismissing as my imagination I thought no more about it, until talking one day to my elderly neighbours and they mentioned years and years before a little five year old girl that fell down our stairs and died,
my daughter used to say a little girl used to sit on her bed too, other things started happening and we moved away,..
my daughter is 50 now and still remembers the little girl that used to sit on her bed but she was never frightened by her ..

Has anyone been listening to Uncanny on Radio4? Saturday nights 11:30
You can catch up with it on Sounds
It's really interesting, and people who say they are sceptics have changed their minds.

I have had several experiences, but there are 3 that really stand out from the rest. The first one, I was 19 and I dreamt that I was on my way to work when a car came tearing round the corner at a busy junction that I had to cross and ploughed into me, it really shook me up, for months afterwards I would hesitate before crossing when I reached that junction, then one day I overslept and feared that I would be late for work, when I reached that junction, I was just about to step onto the road to cross it when I heard someone shout my name from behind me, I turned but I couldn't see anyone so I turned back towards the road ready to cross, again I heard someone call my name, but nobody there, then it happened a third time, as I turned back towards the road after the third time, a car, exactly like the one in my dream months earlier, came tearing round the corner, someone was definitely looking after me that day.
The second one, I was 22, I had gone to bed early as I wasn't feeling well, then at 10pm i was jolted awake, and according to my Boyfriend, I sat bolt upright in bed staring at the bottom of the bed, he then asked me what was wrong, I told him that I had just seen my Grandad standing at the bottom of the bed, and that he had said "I've just come to say Goodbye", and then he had vanished, my Grandad lived over 300 miles away, my Boyfriend told me not to worry about it, and that it must have just been a very vivid dream, 2 days later, my Cousin knocked on my door, and before he could say anything I said "Grandad's dead isn't he?", he then confirmed that my Grandad had died at the exact moment that I had seen him standing at the bottom of my bed, my Boyfriend was so freaked out by this that he dumped me for "Being a Witch".
And the third one is closely related to the last one, after finding out that my Grandad had died I travelled the 300 miles so that I could attend his Funeral, and was staying at my Mother's house, on the morning of the Funeral, my 6 year old Nephew, who thought that he was simply "Visiting Grandma" and didn't know that my Grandad had died, came down the stairs, picked up the Newspaper that my Mother always had delivered, and started to head back upstairs, my Mother asked him "Where are you going with that Newspaper?", he said "Grandad wants it", my Mother said "But Grandad's not here", my Dad worked abroad and hadn't been able to make it home in time for the Funeral, my Nephew then said "Not big Grandad, little Grandad", (my Nephew always called my Grandad "little Grandad"), my Mother then asked "Where is little Grandad?" and my Nephew said "He's sitting on the end of your bed and he asked me to bring him the Newspaper".

My sister was born in 1946, in the 'front parlour.' No phones, then, to inform her mum, who lived some distance away and was very healthy.
Mum was lying in bed when she saw her mother walk in, cross the room, and look at her new granddaughter in her cot. She then walked out of the room.
The following day my uncle arrived at the front door. My mum at once said, "Mum's dead, isn't she." It turned out that she had died around the time that my mum had had the visit.
My mother was the most down-to-earth person, but she never stopped believing that her mother had come to see the baby before she left this earth.

I can still see a couple of my cats just out the corner of my eye walking across the room. When my DS was a baby he would chatter to someone & laugh. We could not see who he was talking too. Then as he grew a bit he would sit on the stairs & talk to ‘his man’! This went on till a friend of ours wanted to know who he was talking to & picked a lot of photos out & sat looking at them with DS. Without any prompting DS picked up a photo, laughed & said thats my man! It was my DF who had passed away 2-3 years before! Our friend said it was obvious to him who it had been but just wanted DS to confirm it! I can still smell the smoke from DF roll up cigarettes he used to smoke. A blend of tobacco no longer available. This happens when I am stressed over something. Always helps calm me as I am sure there must be something better after this horrible life now!

@GoldenAge:
"Given that I have her ashes right by me and know 'she' can't possibly exist in another form, I find the notion of 'ghost' seeing hard to grasp."

Surely it would be unscientific for someone - whether because they haven't had any paranormal experiences themselves, or because they don't have a scientific explanation - to dismiss all the millions of unexplained experiences that people have had over many centuries?

What evidence do you have that someone "can't possibly exist in another form"?

My Nan died when I was pregnant with my first child. When he was 4 weeks old I was pushing the pram home on a long walk from the Doctor's when Nan appeared at my side, I stopped and she looked into the pram and smiled, then she disappeared.

I’ve felt one!
Late one night, I entered my Grandparent’s unlit kitchen through the back door Their poodle was doing his usual thing of jumping up and dancing all around me to say ‘Hello’. They weren’t expecting me, so I was pushing him down and away rather than petting him, so I could go through to them. I went into the lounge and after greeting them, sat down and said, ‘OK, where’s the dog then?’ surprised that he hadn’t followed me in from the kitchen. It was then they told me that they’d had to have him put to sleep the week before.
I still regret pushing him away the way I did all these years later.

Yes. My home was a bargain, guess why? During the viewing, I wondered at all the religious icons and crucifixes throughout the house and their bedroom. I just figured they were devout Christians and eager to move. I loved the old house the minute I walked in and still do. The non-physical occupants I share the house with have never purposely bothered me. I was taught as a child that life is everywhere in all forms. Hope this helps if you live in a place like this.

If love ghostly tales and are on facebook you should join a group called 'Personal ghost stories.'

There are some great posts.

I lived in a flat that had a small black cat ghost. Apart from me, at least five other people have seen in - some realised it was very slightly transparent and thus a ghost, others asked me when I had got the black cat - the cat I had that they knew was ginger .

Later when we had two black and white cats the ghost became much easier to see, as he (she) assumed we would think he was one of the living. When they died and the new incumbents were predominantly white, Blackie resumed invisibility for the most part, but was still to be heard and felt, rubbing against us.

The house I grew up in was visited occasionally by the original owner (we think) who opened the back bedroom door from inside the room and crossed the upper landing.

I have sensed other ghosts or past events in many places, I had regularly to cross a street in order not to go past a particular grave in a churchyard abutting the street, and on a warm sunny day in the middle of Hamburg became so cold that I shook so badly that the person who I was with asked if I was ill.

I replied that I wasn't, but although this was 1988, I had just walked into the midst of a SS detail rounding up Jews!

I have no intention of going anywhere near that particular street corner again, I may say.

The day after my husband died, I went to bed and had just laid down on my side when I felt someone’s arms around me giving me a hug. I sat up and there was my husband, looking young and healthy surrounded by a golden glow. He said I love you, and then disappeared. I will never forget it.

No but a couple of weeks after my dad died me and my six year old son bumped into a work colleague and her husband. We had a chat and then went on our way. The following night we worked a night shift together and she asked me if the old man Who’d been with us was my dad. I reminded her dad had died and I hadn’t seen anyone. She assumed it was someone being nosey but remarked he had been leaning in with his left ear- something dad did as he was deaf in his right. The following night we were together again and she said her husband hadn’t seen the old man either. I showed hers photo of my dad and I’ve never seen the colour drain out of anyone like that. Neither of us were believers in the supernatural but I can’t find a rational explanation

Thirty years ago we lived in a very old building that had once been a orphanage and had been converted into flats. The lady who had lived there previously had recently died (in her 90’s). On several occasions both my husband and I had the sensation of something brushing past our ankles as we opened a door to go through. On speaking to the neighbours we learned that the previous owner had two little dogs that were always at her heels. I was a bit sceptical then but…..

We lost our old dog just before the first lockdown. He was always at my heels closely followed by our younger dog. I don’t know how many times I’ve turned to give the young dog a telling off for pushing past me and he’s not there. I’ve also felt a wet nose on the back of my leg and turned to an empty room.

The only human ghost I’ve seen was when I woke to see my late mother standing just inside my bedroom door. Obviously, that may have been a dream but I choose to believe not. I’m sure she also sends me “signs” that she’s still around.

We used to live in a Georgian house when our children were small, there was obviously the presence of a little boy there. About 9pm most nights we heard a child crying ‘mummy mummy’. Two different friends on separate occasions who were baby sitting said to me that they had heard what they thought was one of my children crying but when they went upstairs ours were asleep. One wasn’t bothered by it but the other refused to baby sit again when I told her it happened often! When they were betweeen about 2 yrs old and 4 or 5 years old both of my kids, again separately used to say that they had been playing with the little boy in the bedroom. And once when my sister was staying with us she thought she saw her son coming down the stairs after he’d been put to bed, as she turned to say ‘why aren’t you asleep ‘ she realised that it couldn’t be her son as she hadn’t brought his blue dressing gown away with her and this boy was wearing a blue dressing gown.

When we lived in a Med country we would go to bed with just a sheet over us, during the night OH would go to the bathroom and when he came back he would pull up the blanket from the foot of the bed, tuck it round my chilly shoulders and pat me. A couple of years we were talking with friends about kind gestures and I mentioned this. He looked shocked, No I didn't, you did that to me! The blanket was certainly pulled up in the morning. Years more and we were talking to new acquaintances in another country and it transpired that they had once lived in the same flat, the wife's first comment was Did you still get tucked in at night?
I'm covered in goosepimples as I type this!

The brain is an amazing thing and can conjure up all sorts of images, especially with some preparation but as a scientist I can't personally believe in ghosts. My mother with whom I was very close spoke of 'seeing' her spiritual guide often and I made it clear to her that whilst I would be scared to death if I had such an experience, I really hoped that when she died she would do her damndest to come back to me and she promised she would. Well that was almost three years ago and she's not been to visit but I do dream about her often and in those dreams she is real - it's my own psyche that's predisposing me to have these dreams, not her coming to me in them. Given that I have her ashes right by me and know 'she' can't possibly exist in another form, I find the notion of 'ghost' seeing hard to grasp.

Yes when I was a child I was off school ill and I woke to see a little white haired lady in my bedroom doorway , when I told my Mum she was certain it was her Mum ( my Nan) who had died before I was born !