Believing in ghosts

Dh used to see our cat after he died in his peripheral vision and we both heard him scratching doors to come in and miaowing. We’d hear him jump down off windowsills too.

All those who can’t see or hear things are lucky, it’s a bit scary & reminds you they’ve gone.

I have the audio recording of my niece seeing a medium 3 months after dh died with a tracheostomy, when she starts the reading she says “I can’t talk, I can’t talk” and you can hear her coughing and trying to continue. Dh couldn’t talk with his trachy & had no upper airway.

@MidlandCatGirl that was v interesting, I do believe these unexplained things happen but no idea of what causes them!

@nealjacob53 so sorry to read this 💐

I am so sorry @nealjacob53 💐

I'm so sorry for your devastating loss, @nealjacob53

my son died aged 24 in 1998 ,i was broken. 3 days later early morning my partner bought me tea before he went to work. as i woke up my son was standing in front of me and held out something that was glittery and all around him was like a halo. i know it wasnt my imagination.

There are plenty of unclaimed prizes still open, though. You can even win a goat!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_prizes_for_evidence_of_the_paranormal

I have experienced my fair share of "the paranormal" and am securely confident that it's all due to tricks of the mind.

I do believe there might be types of connection between living people - perhaps even between different species - that are not yet fully described or understood. I think these may turn out to be the source of some "paranormal" phenomena. But the vast majority are tricks of the mind.

We all slip in and out of consciousness while we're awake. It's only for fleeting moments, at least while we're healthy but, if the process goes out of sync for whatever reason, you would effectively be dreaming while awake for a second or two until your brain fixes itself.

I have a fatigue-related illness and often have minor hallucinations. Right now I can hear the radio, although I know I switched it off about an hour ago.

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i don’t believe in ghosts .

No-one's been able to prove the sky isn't full of invisible dragons, either, but that doesn't mean it probably is. You can't prove a negative.

Science has fully answered the question of what happens after we die. I suppose you mean science hasn't proved we have souls that continue after death, or something along those lines? That may well be because we don't ...

I agree. As a newly qualified nurse I worked in a old TB hospital. The unit I worked in had a side ward that was always cold, even in mid summer. There was a strange uncontrollable feel in there too. One night I swore I heard a child’s voice and somebody running down the corridor but there was nothing there. I mentioned this on hand over and the sister said “ oh you’ve heard it then. ?”. So it wasn’t just me.

I took the opportunity to work overseas shortly afterwards. Nobody stayed on that unit for very long.

@Mistymoonsinastarrysky I stayed up for 2 days until I saw the doctor. That was 20 odd years ago though. He said that all it is is your body, when in sleep, becomes paralysed so you don't act out your dreams. Sleep paralysis means your mind becomes conscious before your muscles and skeletal system decide to come out of this stage of temporary paralysis.

When it starts for me, my ears usually start buzzing and my nose feels strange. I feel like I'm falling and I just go with it.

It can be peaceful and nice, but also horrible.

@MidlandCatGirl - wow, thanks for sharing that, it was really interesting to read. I'm amazed you felt able to stay in the house after the cat incident. I think I'd have run off up to your mum's!

My Dad died years ago of a very sudden and unexpected stroke at 58, and I kept thinking I saw him - and even now "hear" him (but it's more like an absolute conviction of communication, a kind of conversation in my thoughts of him advising me, rather than anything audible).

I do think there is an energy and it's most powerful around the deaths of people. But this could be the energy of emotion of the other person IYSWIM.

It's lovely to think your great grandfather came back to be with your great grandmother at the end.

My parents house is partly old farmhouse and there is one room there in the old part I'd never want to sleep in at night... don't know why. Rest of house feels lovely, but that room just makes me feel a bit weirded out for some reason.

I’ve had this and find it utterly terrifying despite knowing what it is 🫣

My three year old DD talked about ‘the man at the end of the bed’ for several years, my MIL who used to sleep in that room before she moved would tell her family the same thing (devout church goer, very down to earth person)

@StupidFaces

People have been trying to prove the existence of ghosts for over 150 years and yet not one scrap of credible evidence to suggest they exist.

Over the last 150 years, and many more, you will see accounts of people witnessing the paranormal. Now, I'm not saying that ghosts exist, but do you have any evidence to suggest they don't exist?

Science can't answer the question of what happens after we are gone, why would you therefore think ghosts don't exist?

@Deanie02 I've also had it when it felt like it was happening continuously, and that my respiratory system was being compromised, over and over. I actually had to get up that night. It was horrendous.

@Deanie02 don't know if you are talking about sleep paralysis, which can be very scary indeed, but if you are it's hypnagogic or hypnopompic. It occurs when you are falling asleep or just waking up. REM would put you firmly in dreaming mode. I have both hypnagogic and hypnopompic sleep paralysis and I sometimes have it quite regularly. I did believe I was being possessed at first, it didn't help that I had auditory, visual, tactile and kinetic hallucinations, and I did go to a doctor. Now that I know it won't hurt me, I quite enjoy it when it happens.

I have had this also it is terrible I think it when in rem part of your sleep it scared me so much.

I don't know. I've never felt anything, but, I was quite dumbfounded one day when my 3 year old niece, who was sat on my lap, popped her hand to my ear and said 'Nan came to see me last night'. Her nan was my mum. I asked her if she'd seen nan any other time and she nodded and said 'She comes to see me every night'. She was 2 when my mum died. How can a 3 year old child be encouraged in such a way to suggest this?

I was 21 when my mum died. I was with her. In her final moments she thought her mum was there. In my final moments, I hope she is there.

I’ve got 3 kids and two of them have mentioned seeing people who aren’t here any more but they hadn’t been told that, they were both 3 at the time. The other one used to wave and chat to someone who wasnt there

In response to CorsicaDreaming I’ll relate one of the most bizarre and bloody scary occurrences that’s ever happened to me.

It’s a long one so buckle up and yes, I know it sounds far fetched but I absolutely swear this really happened and it freaked me the heck out.

This happened a number of years ago, I was living in my great grandparents house in East London. My Great Grandfather had passed away many years prior and my Great Grandmother was now living in sheltered accommodation however she’d recently had a mild stroke and was currently in hospital. She couldn’t yet speak properly (very slurred and difficult to make out what she was saying) but the doctors thought she’d be ok, just waiting on an assessment.

So, it’s Sunday. I’m home alone doing the housework and I’m now upstairs cleaning the insanely small bathroom. So small infact I’m almost arse out the door cleaning the bath. I step back onto the landing, still bent in half from bath scrubbing and to my left I see a pair of men’s trouser legs and polished black shoes. Instantly I freeze but my mind is running 1000 miles an hour - did someone get in? No, I’d have heard the front door or the back door, both of which were locked plus I’d not heard footsteps on the stairs, broken glass, door being forced etc.

I slowly begin stand and turn to my left and I see a young man, I’d say mid-30’s, dark Brylcremed (?) hair, grinning widely at me, slightly bent at the waist and extending his left hand to me for me to accept. He must then realise something is wrong as his face changes to a look of alarm and he suddenly fades away.

I gallop downstairs and oddly, even though my Mum lives a short walk away, I stay in the house. Yeah, I don’t understand me either.

The evening progresses, it’s now around 7pm and it’s getting dark. Alarmingly there are now footsteps pacing at the top of the stairs. These are agitated, they take a few steps down the staircase, pause, go back up and commence pacing. Gradually they begin to take more steps down the stairs but always return to the landing. I’m frozen - I can’t see the stairs as the spindles have been panelled in but I know something is moving up there - this is not neighbour noise echoing through the walls. I’m now too scared to leave the house via the front door as I would need to walk past the stairs to get to the door and the back door just leads to the garden surrounded by 6ft fences.

I had two cats at the time. The smallest went wide-eyed, ran to the kitchen and practically threw herself through the cat flap. Her bigger sister however decided to investigate despite me trying to prevent her. She did that full down cat slink move, flat body flat ears stealth crawl and went up the stairs. To the right of the bathroom was a closed bedroom door and it was here the commotion started - my cat was now yowling and hissing at something, followed by clearly launching herself at something she could see as I could hear her paws and claws hitting the door. With a sudden loud yowl she came hurtling down the stairs, ran into the living room and hid under a bookcase - not moving for several hours. She was absolutely petrified. The footsteps on the landing however now stopped.

How on earth I went up to bed that night I don’t know, but bizarrely I did. Next day (Monday) the house felt heavy and oppressive when it usually felt bright. This happened Tue, Wed and Thursday mornings. On Friday I got up dreading the moment I’d step onto the landing and have the oppressive feeling hit me but it didn’t - the hallway was bright and felt light.

I got ready and went to work. As soon as I came out of the underground station my phone buzzed - it was my Mum, she’d been calling me trying to tell me that my Great Gran had taken a turn for the worse and we should all go to the hospital as it was likely she didn’t have much time left. It was now 08:30.

I rush to the hospital. It’s now around 10am and the curtain is pulled round Great Grans hospital bed. My Mum asks the head nurse if she can go in to see her Gran. The nurse exclaims “It might be distressing for you - she’s beginning to turn blue”. We’re like “I’m sorry what? How the hell can she be turning blue?”. Transpires she died shortly before 6am which is just before I got up for work yet someone at the hospital rang 8am telling us she was alive but nearing the end.

We’re standing there stunned, not knowing what to do when an elderly lady in the bed opposite my Great Grans calls out to us asking who we are, so we tell her. She then says “So who’s Ernie?” “Oh, that’s her husband but he died 8 years ago”. This little old lady then says that my Great Gran on the Sunday night started chatting quite clearly to her husband and then suddenly got distressed crying out “No Ernie, no, don’t go, don’t leave me, come back!”.

I froze as I realised that the man who reached a hand out to me on the Sunday evening was infact my Great Grandfather who must’ve come to ‘collect’ his poorly wife.

I have no sensible explanation for this, it’s not as if it was one simple thing that could be explained away - I mean even my two cats reacted to it and even now typing it out brings me out in goosebumps and makes my stomach do an odd shuddering gripping sensation. Truly the most alarming thing I’d ever experienced in that house.

You seem very invested in skeptics’ phraseology. Aren’t you the ones ‘wheeling out’ the usual dimwit misinterpretations of the same Hamlet line, and ‘trotting’ out the same old guff about there being something spooky about your cousin’s house, and the lights flickered and the dog acted funny, and, guess what - it turned out someone died there!

Someone will no doubt be along in a minute to mention the Savernake Forest story in hushed tones, because it’s totally true, because it is on the internet.

I can't explain it but I've had several experiences, I am sure there is a lot we don't know or may never discover until we're dead but I saw one in a flat I was staying in, businesslike, in a suit. He also saw me and looked utterly confused and then disappeared. When my brother and I were children we saw two people you could see right through in Regents Park in London. We were having a picnic with my Nan and they were sat nearby. They were what I would describe as Hippies, she had flowers in her hair and a floral dress, he was shirtless but tattooed. We could see them but Nan couldn't and thought we were winding her up. Then they just wandered off and disappeared. Time slip possibly? I don't know. However, I am certain my experiences have been real.

@dithyramb lol 😆

It's a shame you guys can't trot that out anymore!

"do you know, there is a prize of a gazillion gazillion quid for the person who proves in a laboratory that ghosts/telepathy/ state your woo poison, is real."

😅 If I had a quid for every time that chestnut's been trotted out, I'd be close to being a millionaire, paranormal activity or not.