Have you ever seen a Ghost

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.

Got goosebumps reading these lovely lovely experiences such amazing stories

Go to a Born again live church,.. avoid mediums

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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

DeeDe

Go to a Born again live church,.. avoid mediums

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.

A still ghostly but slightly more lighthearted one!

My paternal GM was 100% convinced that very soon after my GF died, she woke up to see him standing by her bed. Still half asleep, she’d forgotten that he’d died and thought he’d come to bring her the usual cup of tea!

I told this story to dh not long after we first met.
‘So what did he say?’ dh said, before putting on a dark, ghostly voice -
‘I’m sorry, dear, I’m afraid the tea’s COLD this morning!’ ?

smile (can't do the square brackets to bring on a smile).

My husband (an ex policeman) was never one to believe any stories like these until he started reading Tom Slemen's Haunted Liverpool Books, he has read every one and now rethinks a lot of things that happened when he used to work nights.

When my maternal grandmother died my mother was distraught. Whilst sitting in our house with my father the night that she died there was an explosion outside. Dad ran outside but there was nothing. Mum was comforted and stopped crying, she was convinced that it was her mother comforting her. Also, months later my father said that he saw the same deceased grandmother in our house wearing an old grey dress that she wore whilst doing her housework. My father was not given to flights of fancy, he was a police inspector

I've not seen a ghost as far as I'm aware but had a lovely, inexplicable experience just after my dear, dear Dad passed.
My heavily pregnant daughter was in the car with me driving home after arranging Dad's funeral. It was a baking hot day so our windows were fully down. As we drove along an empty stretch of the road - a fairly wide road, usually busy but for once no cars or pedestrians - I felt something hit my arm.
"What the hell was that!" I exclaimed. We pulled over a few minutes later to find a red and white heart-shaped haribo sweet on the floor in the space between my car seat and the door.
We just looked at each other in amazement then both said "Grandad!". He loved sweets, he loved Liverpool F.C. and he loved us. He missed the birth of his great granddaughter, so looked forward to, by 10 days but we felt him so strongly and despite it being a bit bizarre - where DID that sweet come from? - it was such a comfort.

I have had two experiences which were both extremely comforting and unforgettable. My father died when I was a young baby, so I had only a very few months with him when he was very ill. One morning about ten years ago I was hurrying back from my carer's work, along the beach, thinking about what I'd make for our dinner, when I knew absolutely clearly my father was beside me, on my left side, keeping me company as I walked. It was the most warm, supportive feeling, as if he'd just come to see if I was happy and well. Then he left. I'll never forget it. I'd not been thinking about him, or in fact anything but my day's work. My other experience was equally comforting and I am grateful for both, I have no idea how or why they happened but I know they did.

I have had many unexplainable experiences. One which I am constantly reminded of. My father-in-law grew the most lovely African Violets and often gave me a plant, however, the family joke was that they never bloomed for me, just a healthy rosette of leaves. I suppose I must have had half a dozen on the kitchen window ledge. When he died, about twenty years ago, we stayed at his house overnight and when we got home the next day all the violets were in bloom - and have been almost constantly ever since! I have never even repotted them, I just think he looks after them.

Goodynanny

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.

The same thing happened to me a couple of days after my dad died. I always go to bed before my husband and was laying there with my eyes shut when I felt someone kissing me on the lips. I thought that I had dozed off and my husband was now in bed but when I opened my eyes I was still on my own. I always think that my dad had come to say goodbye to me. A couple of years before when my mum died my daughter and her two year old son moved in to look after my dad. One day she was in the kitchen with her little one when he looked up at the ceiling and said 'Hello'. When my daughter asked who he was talking to he said 'Nanny Peg' which was what he had called my mum!

I woke up one night at school to find an elderly lady sitting on my chair, right next to my bed. At first, I thought it was my teacher but it wasn't. She put her hand on my arm and told me my dad would be alright and not to worry! Then she just faded away. I had the whole dorm up, looking for this lady!
Next day, I had a message to say my weekend home had been cancelled, something my parents never did, but I could go the next weekend instead. I called home and told my mum what had happened and asked what was wrong? Dad had been rushed into emergency surgery with a bad case of gallstones!!
A few months later, mum & I were looking at old photos when I saw the lady. She was my dad's mum and had died 5 years before I was even born!!
I've seen others, but not to talk to (apart from one that literally haunted me so badly I refused to enter my own bedroom alone and kept the light on at night).
There was a man with a cat in one house, but he only ever appeared when the furniture was a certain way, altho I often saw the cat without him.
I saw a little boy looking into my grandchildrens room.
I've seen shadows in this house but no actual ghosts yet.

I've got no interest at all in looking into the supernatural, but have had a couple of experiences.

A house we lived in when my DD was young had a 'presence' in her bedroom. At the time, I tried not to believe in it, but could never sleep at night there. I ended up sleep deprived, thinking I was having a nervous breakdown. But all of my problems disappeared the day we moved out. A very very freaky experience. The house had a spooky old cellar which I wasn't at all scared by. It was just that back bedroom which didn't look threatening or scary at all.

I've also lived in a house with a definite 'feel' of something not right to it. I managed to avoid any unusual experiences there through dint of actively ignoring it.

No idea why these two houses in particular did this. Nothing to do with the age of them, because I've lived in far older places. I've also slept in a supposedly haunted house, in the actual bedroom, with no issues at all. It was a friends house and she laughed about putting me in that room.

I've seen two in my lifetime.

Many years ago I read a science fiction story where ghosts were explained as visitors from the future. The ones we see, dressed in appropriate clothes for the time they were meant to be visiting, had landed in the wrong time. This happened when the time travel technology was new and not always successful. I suppose we see deceased relatives because that is who we would like them to be. As the technology was perfected we are not able to see them but they may be all around us observing! I can't remember if there was an explanation for the 'ghosts' that regularly appear in the same places, seen by many people. Maybe they are trapped somehow and can't get back. I always thought it was an interesting theory.