Paranormal (?) experiences

Just after my mum died my daughter and two year old grandson were in mum's kitchen and he was looking up at the ceiling muttering something. When my daughter asked him what he was saying he said he was just saying hello to Nanny Peg which was what he called my mum. Also I had a dream where I as at a fair. My mum was there and when I asked her what she was doing there, as she was ill, she said it's okay I am alright now. A few days after my dad died I had gone on to bed before my husband and I felt someone kiss me on the lips. Thinking that I had dozed of and my husband had since come to bed I was surprised to find I was still on my own. I always thought that my dad had come to say goodbye to me.

My husband used to do a lot of running, always coming back home with sweat soaked running gear and jokingly half rubbing it in my face as he took it all off and put it in the washing machine.

In his last weeks he was very ill and slept in the spare bedroom. After he died I went in there to clean it and there was a strong smell of stale perspiration. Obviously I changed the sheets but it was still there, so I washed the curtains, cleaned the carpet, did everything I could to get rid of the smell. Nothing worked, and in exasperation one day as I went into the room, to be yet again confronted with the smell, I said out loud "Oh for heaven's sake, will you stop that" (just as I used to when he came back from his runs and rubbed his sweaty gear in my face). The smell never came back.

Love this post .

I had just bought a flat after splitting up with Husband …I awoke one night with a pirate standing sideways at the end of My bed with his finger in his chin as though thinking as he watched Me .A few weeks later I awoke to find an old lady bending over Me smiling .I’ve had quite a few experiences like this …I feel if I let them in I’d see them more often 🙂😊

After I returned home from my Dad's funeral I was having a massage (decadent, I know!). The lady giving it was into using essential oils relevant to how the client was feeling and after a chat we started. Towards the end of the session, when I'd turned onto my back, I was aware of a shape standing by the couch which I 'knew' was my Dad (I should add I was covered by a towel!).

My Mum also experienced him about the same time, she was sitting in the evening and was dozing but was sure he was sitting beside her and holding her hand.

I've never had the same experience again so I think Dad was just letting us know he was always with us

I scare myself sometimes because I have premonitions that come true.

I don’t mean anything lightly like “I’m going to find that pair of shoes I’ve been looking for”… actual human /sentinel events that shake a family. It’s happened several times in my life.

One of my nieces has inherited a similar phenom to what I have lived with. Interesting.
USA Gundy

During the second world war, I read that the Russians were very keen on research about 'ghosts' ie the appearance of apparent bodies that one would not expect to be there at the time.
I believe that their conclusion was that the fabric of buildings could act as a camera and , under the right circumstances, some person/event from the past could be replayed in real time
Unlike many of the incidents recounted by other GNers, the following involved people of whom we had had no knowledge b ut which events seem somehow to be inter-related in time
This cottage is at least 300 years old and was once an inn.
My own investigations in the county archives suggest that it might have been burnt down in a fire in the 18th century but only several pieces of circumstantial evidence lead to this conclusion....singed beams .... a licence to sell beer now charred and part having dropped off...... a fire damaged cameo bracelet from the garden Two of these were identified by the local museum as being from the 185h century
Three disparate sets of people experienced phenomena here. These concerned were unrelated and did not know of the other groups' existence

1) over several years a friend and his wife would come to stay for 2 or 3 weekends a year. They used the same room each time. It had not been refurnished or redecorated
After 10 or so visits they came down for breakfast
' I'm afraid we can't come here again' the husband said
' Why, on earth?'
'It's that girl. She has driven me mad all through the night.'
What girl?'
You must have seen her. She looks about 8 years old'....'One that used to live in your cottage
' Can't get much information from her but I believe she was injured in a fire'

The following morning he complained that she had kept him awake again He felt that her name might be Anna but she had conveyed nothing further to him
They never returned to stay again although we visited them in the Lake District

2) My husband ran a small business from a room in the cottage. his cliet talked to him whilst his wife chatted to me in another room over a coffee
'This seems to be a very happy house', she remarked after a while
Hmm? Why?,' I responded

'All the children here are playing very happily together.' ......... (Just the 2 of us were in the room as our children were at school...... and my husband and client were in his office
' I am a psychic'
'There is not much more I can say apart from the fact that the girl leading the fun is an 8-9 year old girl'
'any name?'
'This is always very difficult to tell but it could be Emma'

3)During a winter electricity strike the only form of heating and lighting we had was a large wood fire roaring in an inglenook fireplace Our daughters at the time were aged about 8 and 11

The elder one waited outside the room peering through the door
< Come by the fire we said. The house is freezing
'I can't. she responded,
,'Can't you see that X( her younger sister) is standing in the way? X was, in fact in the bathroom and no other members of the family could see her at that moment

8 year old girls spotted by 3 different people who had never met each other.
Whose imagintion had produced these images?

My parents, together with myself, two sisters and a brother moved into a house in a small village in West Yorkshire.
From the first, when in bed, I would hear footsteps coming up the stairs late at night. Just the footsteps and then nothing! Just silence. This was repeated nightly for a couple of weeks, by which time I was quite upset by it.
I shared a room with my sister (we were both teenagers) and I insisted that she stay awake so that she could hear it as well. Up to that point, no one other than me had heard this.
I kept waking her up to ensure she was awake when the footsteps were heard! She heard them with me, and then we went to sleep.
A few weeks later, my mother and I were in the post office, not far from our new home, when a local lady asked if we were OK in our "haunted house"! This lady then told us how the house we lived in had been part of a farm, and that one owner had committed suicide there. She told us there was a hatch on the landing that opened into a cupboard on the ground floor. The man had hung a rope from the banister and dropped through the hatch, to commit suicide.
We found the hatch underneath the carpet.
Oddly enough, I had a dog at the time, who would not go into that particular cupboard (we used it for keeping our coats and shoes in).

Thank you grandtante I am no longer worried about the event. All I know is that the scene was crystal clear. The mind can play some funny tricks.

Before retirement I was nurse in charge on the night shift in a nursing home. I was taking a break when a care assistant from the floor below came to ask me a question. She sat opposite me and told me that there was a man standing behind me. She described my grandfather perfectly, even telling me that this man's hair turned white before he was forty.
I couldn't wait to get home so that I could ask my mother about her dad. She told me that she was born when he was forty and only remembered him having white hair.

A story told to me by my DD. For a couple of years before moving to Scotland DD and SiL rented a farmhouse in the countryside, near to the remains of a castle. DGD was 5 or 6. One Summer morning she woke up very early, got up and went to look out of her bedroom window. To her surprise she saw a boy sitting cross legged on the lawn. He wore strange clothes and a hat. Realising it was too early to get up, she went back to sleep. At breakfast she told her mum and dad about the boy, but wondered if she'd dreamed him.
After DGD had gone to school my SiL told my DD that he too had seen that boy.
The story locally is that a kitchen boy was sent out from the castle to fetch supplies. Before he returned, having forgotten that he was out, the castle was locked up for the night. In the morning his body was found on the doorstep. He had frozen to death.

I lost my DH 12 years ago and have been waiting patiently for a 'sign'. A couple of weeks ago in the early hours when I couldn't sleep I sensed what felt like a heavy male hand on my shoulder and a male voice saying, "Don't worry, it'll be all right." All over in a flash. Whether that's referring to a specific matter or life in general I can't say.

I've felt rather unsettled of late and can't explain why. There could be several explanations for this 'sign'. I like to believe that he is watching over me and is trying to reassure me as I've always been a bit of a worrier. If it gives comfort, where's the harm?

My husband passed away suddenly at the airport in Crete whilst we were waiting for our flight home. Four days later two of my friends called to see me and as they were leaving one turned to me and said since we've arrived I've felt a presence, someone is crouched just in front of the hearth. I told her that was what my DH used to do when he came in, to which she replied 'I think he's home', he was being repatriated the following morning. The following day my daughter told me that she heard my granddaughter aged 3, laughing and giggling in the bedroom, when she looked in she was at the window waving. When she questioned her she said she was waving at grandad and he kept jumping up from behind a car on the backstreet, when my daughter looked there was obviously no-one there, my granddaughter however kept saying he's there, he's there.

"Caleo"
I can't remember any strong emotions towards the ghostman. I didn't like him but I didn't get too spooked either, which is weird in itself for me.

I have only a vague memory of the Eagle Centre.

Derby always seemed a dark place to me. Can't quite put it into words but the Peaks have very old energy there.

Maybe more tales of ghosts in Derby could be written up?

A few weeks after my dear Dad had died, I was in a supermarket, pushing a trolley along past the ends of the rows of shelves. I glanced to the side, and there, at the other end of the shelves, walking past as I was, was Dad. He was wearing the clothes he had worn when I last saw him. I abandoned my trolley and almost ran along the aisle; there were few people in the shop and although I walked up and down every aisle there was no trace of anyone in similar clothing. I know it was him - he had brilliant blue eyes and I could see them sparkling at me. It was comforting.

When i was working as a nurse on nights.We had a male patient who was not expected to last the night.When i was on my break in the staff room this women just appeared in front of me.She said sorry wrong room than disappeared .When came out of my break informed malw patient had died.When i was packing up his belongs.They was a photo of the woman i saw.It was of his wife who had died 20 years before.I believe how love ones come back for us in death to take us over

Back in the 1970s I told my gran I was thinking of applying for university. She asked how long a degree took. I told her three years and that when I graduated I wanted her to be sitting there to watch me. She was in her 90s and said "Well I dont think Ill be here by that time child. But wherever I am Ill be watching you and I know you'll make me proud." A few weeks later she died.

It was some years later when I graduated I was given the honour of carrying the mace in the very formal procession and had to sit on the platform throughout the ceremony. I remember looking at the front row and feeling chilled. I had given my tickets to a friend, knowing that my gran was watching from wherever she was. Certainly she did not need tickets. I was the first person in our family to attend university and went on to get a 1st.

Yammy

I don't believe in ghosts or anything else. Though I do think some people pick up a suggestion and it does something to their mind.
We have a house in our village where someone committed suicide about 20 years ago. Quite a few have lived in it.
Just after Christmas the woman who lived there would not go back in and quickly sold. It is now on the market again as the purchasers only stayed a few weeks and said they felt uncomfortable all the time.
I was talking to someone about it and we wondered if it was a kind of thought association. I think you now have to state if your house has ever been subject to flooding or if something untoward happened in it.
Lots of little children play with imaginary friends even in school, they are often the unsettled lonely ones.

Years ago I had next door neighbours who said they could never live in a house where someone had taken their own life.
What the neighbour didn't know was that years before, a man had hanged himself in the hallway of their home.

A couple of years ago, DH and I were sitting in the garden of a pub in London and a woman suddenly came up to me and sat down and she said Who is George? George was a good friend and our best man who had died a few months earlier. She also said that she had an elderly gentleman asking about the whereabouts of his war medals. This was DH's father and his second wife had apparently sold his medals after he died. The final thing she said was that a bubbly blonde friend called Laura would like to get back in touch with me. I said I didn't have any friends called Laura but a few days afterwards, I remembered that I had a friend from years ago called Julie Lauder who fitted the description. I tracked her down and now we are in regular touch with each other and I am also in touch on FB with the lady who gave me all this information. She has a great gift.

Not something I have experienced but, when visiting a friend of a friend who I had never met before, during a general conversation suddenly said to me 'who is that man in your car' ( parked outside her house). I explained it was only my friend and I who had travelled in my car. She proceeded to describe in detail the man she could 'see' in my car. I was so shocked as she described my late father in such detail - all of which she couldn't know as I had never met her previously nor had she known my Dad. After her description she asked me if his name was Frank!! It was the third of his given names but the one he was mostly known by.
I do not usually believe in spiritulists etc, but I really did begin to wonder!!

The evening after grans funeral we were in her room chatting about her. Her grandfather clock started chiming, and wouldn't stop! Dad had to take the pendulum out to stop it. I'm sure she was objecting to some part of her funeral.

NanKate

A month or so ago I posted on GN an experience I had had earlier this year.

We had collected my grandson from a small park where he had been playing football with some friends. This was on the outskirts of a small town in West Sussex. Whilst DH was driving I looked out of the car window and saw 3 shops set back off the road. In the middle was an antiques shop with the door open and and a brass coal scuttle at the front and a broom. I immediately said to DH ‘there’s an antiques shop there that I would like to visit sometime’. The following day I dropped my DGS off at school in the same village and decided I would visit the antiques shop. I walked up the road and to my surprise there was no row of shops just a housing estate. Very odd. 🤔

Someone from GN kindly sent me some photos online of that village in the 1950s but I couldn’t find those shops, even though they had been so clear for me to see.

I was quite unnerved by the episode.

Please don't be unnerved by this episode.

The rational explanation would be that you had once seen a photo of this place, or some place like it where there was an antique shop. Our brains store a lot of information that we rarely, perhaps, never conciously access. You may have accessed information in your brain that you had never realised you had.

The less rational explanation could be, that some of those who can see or feel the past, can also see and experience the future. This is, obviously, far harder to "prove" than that we can experience the past.

Walking home with mý mother from the theatre one evening we crossed the City Hall Square in Copenhagen, as it was on our direct route from the Royal Theatre, where we had been, to my flat.

As we approached the square, my mother exclaimed; "Oh, look, there is a train in the middle of the City Hall Square!" When I looked there was nothing unusual there, and certainly no train, and my mother admitted that she must have seen something that was not there.

The strange thing about this is that when the city of Copenhagen started making the underground , there was a lot of discussion as to whether a station should or should not be built under the City Hall square. Finally, it was agreed not to build it.

Then a year or two later one of the largest daily papers brought a photo on their front page of a train that had submerged partially, bang in the middle of the square. The date being April 1st most people realised it was a photo-shopped picture.

You could say this was pure coincidence, but did my mother somehow about 10 years prior to the Metro and this joke tune in to either the one or the other discussion?

When I was in my forties a friend sadly took her own life leaving behind her 2 teenage daughters. Hi for a fair while after this I used to ‘see her’ cycling passed me on the other side of the road.

knspol

I have been waiting and hoping for some sort of sign from my late DH since he passed away almost a year ago but nothing. It would be such a comfort and I live in hopes.

My mother felt the same. Although he was far from being a skinflint, my father had always deplored funeral flowers - the waste of money! - and used to say he’d come back and haunt anyone who spent money on flowers for his funeral.

So my mother put a small bunch on his coffin, on purpose.
There was nothing until a few years later. After a serious accident in her car - she was unhurt, just severely shaken but the car was a write-off - she was sitting quietly some hours later and swore absolutely blind that she saw him - he crossed the room and came to sit beside her.

Whether she actually did or not, it was certainly a great comfort to her. She had grieved and missed him desperately after he died, but some years later, when she had dementia and I showed her a picture of him, she just said very vaguely, ‘Oh, yes - did he die?’ I suppose there is the odd ‘blessing’ to wretched dementia, in that it wipes out grief as well as other things - at least it did in her case.

My father died from alzheimer's related illnesses and he had it from when he was in his early '50's. However, after he died I kept smelling cigarette smoke almost daily when I was at home - I lived on my own at the time, have never smoked and the house was set back from the street so I could never understand where it was coming from. I think he just liked to check up on me, I would say now and again but it was a lot. However, when my mother died the smell of smoke (almost) stopped. Now he rarely checks in on me although he still does so occasionally. I have had too many experiences of strange things happening to not believe in something after death.

In the 2nd War myNan was visited by a bright light & a voice told her no one of hers would be killed in the war. My son laughed & chatted as a baby to someone unseen by us. As a toddler he would talk to someone he called ‘My Man’. Looking at photos a few years on he said one picture was his Man! The photo was my Dad. I held my dog after he died when he had been put in the car ready to take for burial in my parents garden. It was raining out & I was wet when my wet & soggy dog left me. 3 of my cats still come back. One my brother saw jump off of a chair & walk away. He tells this story to anyone who doubts because he said he doesnt believe in this sort of thing but insists he saw my cat! When I am stressed I can smell cigarette smoke as if my Dad was nearby. When my Dad died my Mum sat in a chair seemed to be asleep but said Dad had taken her out to fly over a place that they both loved! There is more to this world than we know & I believe that this miserable existence we have now is not all that there is & that we are preparing to go on to something, hopefully, better.

I felt my husband in bed with me one night, there was a “lump” in the bedclothes and I felt very happy. I also felt him when I reached my arm out one evening. A few weeks ago I was recovering from pneumonia in hospital and chatting to the lady opposite. Suddenly a shadow appeared behind her, it was 100% my dad. I stopped speaking and said that’s my dad, and then the shadow disappeared and there was no shadow at all. It was very strange indeed. A coincidence? Maybe but I know what I saw.