Paranormal (?) experiences

Just had a really strange thing happen. Had a terrible experience this week, I put the story on the estrangement page. My neighbour died, I found him and called the emergency services, it was really upsetting.

Just sitting here by my patio doors, sitting completely still, when a bright light shone on the inside step to the patio doors. I watched it, it was dancing around, about 5inch squared in a kind of triangle shape. I could see nothing that it was coming from, it suddenly shot away. I sat for a few minutes, trying to work out where this light had come from, but couldn't. There was then a knock on the door, a delivery of a big, beautiful bouquet of flowers from my neighbour's daughter, saying ' Thank you for everything you've done.' It actually upset me as I question if I had done enough.

Precognition is a strange thing,too. When I was working I told our receptionist that one of the senior managers had died. I was convinced of this and said how sad it was. She was horrified and said she had spoken to him that morning and he was very much alive then. He died suddenly in an accident a week later, run over by a tractor on his farm. I have heard of similar things happening, very strange.

As Witzend's story illustrates, the credibility of a third person depends to a large extent on the personality of the person. The local woman who interpreted bad luck as bad spirits believed in spirits before the event.

While Witzend's story is interesting anthropologically it's not a credible explanation of a run of bad luck.

The more credible evidences of paranormal goings on concern unwitting and unprejudiced witnesses.

This one’s on the lighthearted side!

My paternal granny used to insist that she’d seen her husband a few days after he’d died. It was in the early morning - she said he was standing by the bed, and having briefly forgotten that he’d died, she thought he was bringing the usual cup of tea!

Not long after we met, I was telling dh this.
‘So what did he say?’ he said - and put on a dark and ghostly voice - ‘I’m sorry, dear - I’m afraid the tea’s COLD this morning!’ 😂

MadeInYorkshire I am so very sorry about your dear daughter. How lovely with the robins. I love robins too, when I first moved to this new house, I was sad not to have any robins in the garden, now I have at least two here most of the day.

A Swedish friend who lived for some years in Thailand had a Swedish friend also there, who was having various troubles - difficulties at work, family members endlessly getting sick, things in the house going wrong, you name it.

Her Thai maid insisted that all the troubles emanated from the house, which they’d moved into a year or two previously. From the first she’d said, ‘Very bad house, very bad spirits here!’ *

Of course the woman pooh-poohed the idea, so she did have to wonder, when the family eventually moved again, and all such troubles promptly vanished.

*Evidently not an uncommon idea in the country - at least it was then, some decades ago now.

When my daughter was very young her recently ex boyfriend committed suicide. It was awful, he was only 17. About a week later I saw him walk up the corridor in our house, as plain as day. I thought it must be some sort of grief reaction but then my other daughter mentioned that she saw him in the corridor as well. I can never explain that, it was so real. Life has more to it than we realise I think.

Lilyflower I don't think we should brush these experiences aside. They are real, and if they are conforting, that's wonderful x

My mother died a couple of years back. During the Lockdown I spent a couple of very lonely and frightening spells in hospital, one where I was undergoing spinal surgery. Both times when I woke in the middle of the night I felt mum's presence quite strongly.

I'm not at all superstitious and I think my need conjured her up, not that she was really there. But at the time it was a comfort.

I lost my first husband in an accident many years ago. So many weird things happened in the months and years afterwards that convinced me that there is life after death. Very comforting.

My lovely Dad lived with me for several months before he died. We were really close and he kept me going when I lost my husband very suddenly. A few days after Dad died I was lying in bed, wide awake, thinking about the day ahead, when he cried out in his broad Scots accent "are ye up yet?" I jumped out of bed and then realised it couldn't have been him as he was dead but the voice was as clear as a bell. He was always an early riser and up before me. After my husband died I was distraught with grief. One night as I lay in bed, wide awake, there was an overpowering smell of aftershave, as though it had been sprayed in my face and then it completely disappeared with no lingering smell. A very strange calmness passed through my body. It was the strangest thing ever.

Southdowns

I, like many, really have no belief in life after death, although it is a tempting and comforting idea. However, a couple of weeks ago I had a very strange and unusual experience - here goes:
My dear husband died almost a year ago now, and while missing him hugely, I feel that I am basically alight and coping well. However, a couple of weeks ago I became really very unwell with a kidney infection - I’ve never felt so ill! I was running a very high temperature and suddenly I woke up to clearly see him so briefly - somehow above me, seemingly peeping at me as if through a small fanlight window. My first reaction was “ Oh gosh, am I dying?” - but at the same time it was somehow lovely to feel him so close, and feel that he was there, looking after me.
Of course, I could well have just been dreaming, but somehow it wasn’t like seeing him in a dream, just utterly different.

I'm glad you had that, albeit you were probably hallucinating because of the bad infection. I had the same a few years ago, ending up in hospital for 5 days on IV anti-biotics it was that bad, and apparently I was spouting absolute rubbish when the paramedics arrived!

To be honest I wouldn't mind hallucinating if my daughter appeared in it ....

My ex husband and I made a pact that whoever died first would if possible get in touch with the survivor.

But when he was fifty something he divorced me and married someone he liked better after which he died so he ghosted me.

I, like many, really have no belief in life after death, although it is a tempting and comforting idea. However, a couple of weeks ago I had a very strange and unusual experience - here goes:
My dear husband died almost a year ago now, and while missing him hugely, I feel that I am basically alight and coping well. However, a couple of weeks ago I became really very unwell with a kidney infection - I’ve never felt so ill! I was running a very high temperature and suddenly I woke up to clearly see him so briefly - somehow above me, seemingly peeping at me as if through a small fanlight window. My first reaction was “ Oh gosh, am I dying?” - but at the same time it was somehow lovely to feel him so close, and feel that he was there, looking after me.
Of course, I could well have just been dreaming, but somehow it wasn’t like seeing him in a dream, just utterly different.

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Gosh, read every one, really interesting ....

I used to have a lot of 'deja vue', the weirdest was when in my 20's, travelling with my fiance on the way from Leicestershire to Yorkshire, when he said he was going to go a different way. I said no, you don't have to, to which he responded "well I want to show you where I was christened. I said 'I know, we've been before', then a bit of an argument ensued, as he said he had never been, in fact he hadn't been there for many, many years. So I described the place, the church etc and when we got there, it was exactly as I had described!

I also got uneasy feelings about 2 places that I had applied to go to college, one of them it felt as though I had already had the interview, in fact I had a flashback to it at the interview, (Blackpool) and the other (Brighton), I just did not get a welcoming feeling at all. I ended up in Cheltenham which was just great.

My dad said before he died that if he could he would send me a sign, but he never has, although my Mum used to smell his pipe tobacco quite often in the bathroom in the house we used to live in.

As many of you know, my daughter committed suicide upstairs in the house I live in. I talk to her a lot, tell her that the door is locked (not that she ever did it!), and say good night to her and tell her I love her just before going to bed. I have never felt her here, bit I am sure my dog has! My Golden Retriever sat with her for 14 hours that night and didn't make a sound, it was because of him being up there that long that we found her - before the Coroner took her from the house, we took both dogs up there to say goodbye. He just sniffed her again, and knew, and my other Romanian rescue didn't even go near her, just wanted her belly tickled by us sitting on her bed, totally oblivious. However, in January, she had disappeared a couple of times during the day and when I called her she came down the stairs. Later that evening she disappeared again, I called her but she didn't come so I went to the bottom of the stairs, and she was sat at the top, didn't come down, just sat there, and kept looking to her left at my daughter's bedroom door. I went up a couple of stairs (disabled and cannot get up there without a lot of pain), and the door was open .... I told her it was okay and she stayed up there for about another half hour. I felt comforted about it really, but it's never happened since. My Retriever rarely goes up there unless anyone else is up there - he knows, and for many weeks after she died he was waking me nearly every hour to check on me. He also wakes me when I need to go to the loo, as often, because I am so heavily medicated at night, I don't wake up in time!

The one thing that I do like is the thought of robins ... the first picture is when we buried her ashes, the bird was there throughout, we have taken up fat balls to hang off the tree beside her plot; and the second picture is when I went out with mum to have coffee and cake at the garden centre cafe - indoors! She was looking for her cake - she was fond of cake, and I gave her some crumbs! I find them quite comforting.

After my mum died I went to a bedroom to put some clothes away. I sensed my aunt and uncle in an upper corner of that room, my aunt said 'it's lovely having my sister with me'. I've had other things happen, none of them frightened me.

I cannot get the knack of making a bold type sorry

"cleo"

surely better dressed than naked?

Had a few experiences… one I was having an afternoon nap in my flat before collecting my then 5 year old from school… was just ‘coming to’ and the bed started shaking side to side… was so scared I got up and went to sit downstairs outside the block for a while. I definitely didn’t dream it and checked for rumblings on the Richter scale.. but nothing. Very odd.

25 years later, we were fostering a baby girl aged 8 weeks. Put her to bed in her cot, in the bedroom.

Woke up in the morning to find white handprints on the blue ceiling over the cot and the corner wardrobe that was behind it - smaller than mine but much bigger than a babies We moved out not long after …

It's impossible to explain 'real' ghosts.

If ghosts are really dead people then why do ghosts wear clothes? It's a reasonable belief that your dead loved one lives in a spirit world, but it's not reasonable to believe her skirt and twinset survive the black wheelie bin.

Iam64
I know we are not the only ones… some people do possess a “sixth sense”. Doesn’t make us weird, we’re still normal people.

I spoke of my niece - her power is not mine, instead she has the ability to channel deceased people and relay feelings and messages - that could be in a room full of strangers and not knowing a single thing about anyone. Truly, I don’t know how she does that.

Life is a beautiful mystery.
USA Gundy

Absence of proof is not proof of absence.

I've written before about my mum's experience at a Landmark Trust holiday house called Margells in Branscome, Devon, so I won't repeat it.

But about a year ago exactly I had begun work as a room steward at William Morris' Kelmscott Manor. Before the house opened I came out of the staff kitchen to go to the loo inside which meant crossing the rooms open to the public. As I left the room I pulled the door closed behind me and for some reason looked over my shoulder, as I did so someone said 'boo!' in my ear. There was no-one around me and I knew I had heard something paranormal because of my mothers experience.

I found it totally lovely and charming and it fitted in with things others have had happen in the house but it is a bit unnerving cos you don't know if you're on your own or not. I also get the feeling that you could get too engaged with them, if you let them in.

I think we are so busy and so engaged in our evidence based scientific approach to everything we miss a lot of these things. Unless we have the gift that is.

I find it fascinating, but also a tiny bit scary cos some spirits are unhappy.

CrazyH. Very much agree. The only way I get by when life gets too stressful by thinking of long deceased relatives who gave me a very happy childhood.

On FB there is a group called Personal Ghost Stories. So many posts on there, some great stories.

Gundy

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

I had pre-cognitive dreams in my early teens. It scared me and I pushed it away, then married a cold hearted atheist. Then divorced him thankfully
My great aunt and her mother were mediums. I grew up thinking communicating with the dead perfectly normal
I often feel our secular society closes down abilities we could develop