Have you ever seen a ghost?

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I haven't. I'm curious but I don't think I'd want to see one, not if I was alone and scared anyway.

But Halloween is here (🎃 👻) and I keep reading spooky stories and it's got me thinking 😊

... Who on here has seen a ghost?

sorry about all the typos in my post, was trying to make dinner at the time

I've told my experience before on here. Not long after dd2 had died I was still needing to visit her grave everyday. I'd drop the other children off at school and then go straight to the cemetery to read to her until it was time to collect the older children again. This day I was being visited at home by someone at home so couldn't stay with her but it was raining and the cemetary was dreary and empty. I cried so hard about her being left alone it broke my heart.

Anyway my visitor left early and I had the urge to go back to see her for a few minutes before collecting the older ones. When I arrived an elderly gentleman in a long brown coat was praying at her grave. I cannot tell you what it meant to me. My baby wasn't alone. When I moved towards her grave he nodded to me in a way which was like he was acknowledging who I was and my pain and his comfort without saying a word it was so comforting. He then walked away towards the other graves behind me, which I presumed he was visiting.

When I went to leave I turned around to thank him but he was gone.

Now here is the thing. Dd's graveyard is long and thin and she is at the top end the only way the man could have left was to pass me.
I don't know if he was a ghost or an angel but he came when I needed it most.

Bless you 3littlebadgers.
I used to go visit my baby son's grave every day too, but twenty years later I just go occasionally. Always talk to him though. Comforted by the thought that his grandparents are with him now.
No ghost stories though.

@EalingBroadway

Yes! DH and I ‘felt’ the same things independently but never really saw anything.

We were both chopping vegetables stood at the kitchen counter, both facing west. Our house used to have an open verandah built on the south side of the house outside the kitchen with a kitchen window looking out onto it, but it has been glassed in as a corridor running past the kitchen and the kitchen window ‘opening’ is now ‘inside’ the house.

My mum was playing with DS aged about 2, running up and down this corridor pastvrhe old kitchen window, so within our peripheral vision. Then it went quiet for a bit as they went elsewhere in the house. Then I sensed/heard/saw in my peripheral vision someone moving back down the corridor and come into the kitchen and stand quietly behind us. I assumed that it was my mum but after a few seconds wondered why she wasn’t saying anything so I turned round but there was no one there. I said nothing and carried on chopping, thinking it was just my imagination. Then my husband turned round and said ‘ that’s weird - I thought your mum had come in to the kitchen and was standing behind us, but there’s no one there....

Once in my 20's an old man in a suit sat in the bottom of my bed! Happened a few nights and my friend told me to say out loud he was scaring me and not to come back!! So I did, and he didn't.
Have had someone sit on my bed last year, though spent open my eyes to look!!
Used to have my hair pulled regularly, and things moved /found.
Have told this before I binned by accident - in a bag of used cat litter - a hand crafted earring, I found the pair a few weeks later on my jewellery box.

3littlebadgers. Your story brought a tear to my eye. There is a name etched on my bedroom window in curly Victorian script. I investigated who it was, and found out that he was the grandson of a previous tenant of the house. He died of TB aged only 21, in the 1890s. I think about him when I open my blinds and often say good morning to him. I often think about his poor mother too, losing her child like that. I found his grave when I was passing through his village, and sat there for a while with him. I hope that somehow, in another dimension, he knows that he is not forgotten and maybe, just maybe, that is a comfort.

Aww @3littlebadgers

What a lovely story, I'm so sorry for your loss 

When we moved into our house we were looking at which bedroom to put our eldest into. My husband was checking out a bedroom as I stood in another. I saw a small white matted dog run towards me from the landing, I jumped out of the way. He turned away and ran straight through the bedroom wall. It was daytime and it felt so real. I have asked my family repeatedly if they have seen it, but they havent.

When I was a little girl I was at my Nana's and probably being a pest, and Nana said "Go and play on the piano in the front room". I went in there, and there was an old lady sorting through a drawer. She was muttering and huffing and puffing, obviously annoyed that she couldn't find something. She was wearing an ankle length grey dress and a white pinafore, and had black button boots. I didn't recognize her, but my Nana often had visitors, so I went back and said "I can't play the piano Nana, there's a lady in there." She didn't go and look, but said "It's alright, pet, she's gone now". I went back and the lady was gone. Years later, when I was grown up, I was talking about that house to my auntie, who is 12 years older than me. She said "I hated that front room. I saw a ghost in there once", and then described what I'd seen. I think that's why my Nana didn't seem surprised....she'd had a similar thing happen with Jean.

3littlebadgers that must have been so comforting.

My ex boyfriend and I saw our friend once a few weeks after he died. Our friend was about 6 foot 5 and skinny as a rake with white blonde hair. He was killed in a motorbike accident while we were all on holiday together. He was only 23. Left behind a young wife and 2 year old.

Anyway, that night we were driving on the main road and we’re going past his flat. It was next to a common. As we approached the flat we saw him in his motorbike leathers standing on the edge of the common staring up at the flat. No motorbike with him, no helmet, just him in the clothes he died in. Both me and my ex said ‘oh my god’ at the same time out loud and turned the car around at the next road to go back but he’d gone. I didn’t find it at all frightening to see him, but it was terribly sad.

I've had many paranormal experiences that I can't explain and yes I believe I've seen a ghost. I'm a paranormal investigator!

I sometimes think that when we see loved ones that have passed it's our brain comforting us. My sisters have seen their dad on the nights they have given birth and my mum saw her dad on the night I was born. A friend who had lost both parents also saw them on the days of their funerals. I so hope it isn't and that it's them getting in touch but the rational part of me says that it's likely just to be our brains. I'm conflicted.

I lost my Dad when I was pregnant with DS1. I've never seen ghosts but things that indicate their presence have happened. My son once said to me, when he was about 3 'when I was your Daddy and you were little like me I read you bedtime stories like this' one night I was putting him to bed. He's also said 'bye-bye Mummy's Daddy' when leaving the house.

Just last month we were visiting a cathedral on holiday and my younger son started shouting 'hello, hello?!' I asked him who he was talking to and he said 'the people downstairs, they're bad!'

I haven't ever seen anything, but there have been a few occurrences of late that I can't explain.

I have an old silver teaspoon that was my dgf's. I came home one day and it was in the salt pot, lid off. I would never leave a spoon in it, nor leave it uncovered. DH swears it wasn't him, which I believe as the only dealing he has with food is putting it in his gob.

I have a glass of juice at breakfast whilst looking out the window. One morning, I reached for the glass, no sign of it. Looked all around, found it in the sink, full. I'd never put a full glass in the sink, nor leave it there as I always rinse it and leave it on the draining board ...

There has been other stuff, but the most compelling one happened at work. I was in a busy kitchen with my back to my colleagues. I felt someone squeeze past me and turned to see who it was, as I thought it was rather rude of them to pass without saying excuse me. I asked who went past me and they all stopped and looked puzzled. No one had. I definitely felt something, it caused me to lean forward! It wasn't scary, though if I'd been alone I think I'd have been pretty spooked 😳

I'd been relating my 'spook stories' to the girls at work and was asked if I had any thoughts as to who it might be - I reckon it's my brother who died years ago. I'm pretty jumpy and nervy so the fact that these things don't freak me out is surprising, to say the least . I find it quite comforting in a way!

Or it could be the mother-in-law...

Footsteps on stairs of a house family member moved into. Heard by all of us kids, we ran and hid thinking it was one of the adults but they never came. Never had it happen again.
A shape ran in front of me the other day, was fleeting but strange.
Woo person says I’m surrounded by angels, the most she’s ever seen. A bit odd, must be at risk of something awful.

I’ve seen a few. We have one in our house, we call her Mary. I’m not bothered in the slightest .....I love supernatural, haunted etc. I find it fascinating.

I dont think it was a dream though because I was definitely awake.

I once needed the loo really badly. I ran to the bathroom, sat on the loo, grabbed the cold hard porcelain edge of the loo in relief and had a wee. And then I woke up in bed and realised I’d pissed myself.

Seemed real to me. I was sound asleep.

3littlebadgers so glad that man was there for you and your DD.

NC for this as I've told it elsewhere: I grew up in a haunted house (old but not that old - Victorian). Fortunately our spirits were mostly benign and the only time things got at all alarming was during an 18 month period when there were several deaths in the family.

The house was fairly active when I was little but I mostly don't remember it, only what DM told me, which was stuff like: she used to hear a baby crying at night in a spare bedroom - nothing to be seen when she investigated. Things went missing and turned up somewhere random weeks or months later, such as my school uniform, which was returned very crumpled. Other objects appeared from nowhere, including a couple of framed pictures which DM liked and hung in the hall. As my siblings and I grew up, things settled down...until one night not long after the death of my grandfather, when I was in my teens.

DM, who had been downstairs watching TV, came up to ask me and DB (the only other people in the house) if we had just gone outside and come back in again, slamming the door loudly en route. We hadn't.

A few nights later I was alone in the house, downstairs in the sitting-room, when I heard the front door slam loudly. Loud footsteps proceeded down the corridor, behind the room I was in, then faded away. I got up to see who had come back, but there was no-one there.

The front door and back door faced each other, so there was no way anyone could have got out without retracing their steps. There were French windows in the drawing-room, original to the house, but we hadn't opened them for years because the one time we tried it, they were very hard to open and it took DF and at least two other men to get them shut again. The footsteps were also too loud considering that the corridor was carpeted, so none of it made sense.

Around this time DF had a dream that DGF came back "to see how we were getting on" and we had to wonder if it was him! The footsteps were heard again a few times, then after about a year and a half it stopped happening. That was over 20 years ago and as far as I know it's been very peaceful since. I heard our dog running around the garden in the days after he was put down, but it stopped when we scattered his ashes.

But have more woo to relate so will post again later!

It doesn't sound nuts at all, Banana
I have conversations in my head with my mum and dad all the time.
Its like I won't hear their voices but I'll get messages of what they're saying.

My dd was very friendly with NDN cat.
They'd play for hours. He used to knock on the door to come in
Anyway he was sadly knocked down and killed. Poor dd was devastated.
However for months after she used to hear his little collar bell jingling.

I have seen a ghost. On a warm, clear, fall afternoon about 25 years ago. I was reading on my back porch when I looked up to see a young girl standing about five feet away from me. We stared at each other for a few minutes, then she turned and ran into the back woods. I do not remember her face; she was wearing a white dress and brown boots. She had long blonde hair caught up in a ribbon. We never spoke but I knew she wasn’t part of my time. Her feet made no sound as she ran into our leaf strewn backyard. I felt calm and oddly comforted the entire time.

Blatant place mark for later!

In Italy when i was four It was 1977 We were on holiday The outside toilet had a glass panel and i saw a hand (a right hand with a wedding ring on it instead of the gold band being on the left hand) banging on it as if trying to get out I opened the door and there was no one there Next thing i remember is running............falling over and scraping my knee. And sitting on a lap being comforted.

some of these posts are heartbreaking.

@Awwwlookspider. My beloved cat was PTS on 23 Oct two years ago.

One night last year i got up to take my Ranitidine and i heard a chomping crunching noise coming from the hallway. Its where Dovecat used to eat her dried food. And it was EXACTLY the same sound.

HelenaDove

Not a ghost story but I know what you mean about the sound. I sleep with my bedroom window open most of the year and a cheeky cat decided in the summer he would like to move in. My cat's food is in the hall and I would be woken up by th enoise of cheeky cat eating my cat's food, a totally different 'chomp' to Her Mistyness.

3littlebadgers

I don't know why but your story mad me remember one I heard years ago. Again not a ghost story.

A group of students would sometimes have their lunch in a nearby graveyard.

One day they are sitting on the grass eating sandwiches and there may or may not have been a can of beer or two open.

They see an elderly woman walking towards them with a bunch of flowers and realise the grass they are sitting on is an actual grave and the lady is heading their way.

They stand up to appologise when the lady says, "Oh don't worry, Fred always loved a party he'd be delighted to know he had company".

Once on holiday as a teen my friend and I shared a room. We were woken in the night by someone knocking on the window. It was a constant wrapping noise. We both woke up, naturally being tired and grumpy I told my friend to shut up thinking it was her . She then got out of bed, walked across to the window and pulled the curtains open. There was nothing there! No person, no bird (it was night), just a very dark night. The house was very rural, at the end of road, and stood a couple of hundred yards from a cliff and the sea. And the bedroom was on the first floor.

A few mornings later I woke up early and sat in the window seat watching the day lighten. I heard voices downstairs and thought my parents were up early. I stayed where I was and went back to bed a little while later. In the morning I asked if they'd been up, but no they slept later that day.