Haa anyone seen a ghost?

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OK, another woo thread but I can't resist them so decided to post my experience of seeing a 'ghost '.

Years ago before I married, I stayed at DH's flat before I went on a business trip.

I couldn't sleep and was tossing and turning for a good few hours. I am pretty certain I was definitely wide awake as I was thinking about the press trip the next day and I was wondering how I was going to survive it if I'd not slept.

My DH was asleep on the sofa in the living room as he snores really loudly so I was in his room in his double bed. I remember turning over from facing the window to face the empty side of the bed. I then saw a woman who was actually sleeping under the duvet, eyes closed, as clear as I could see anything else in the room.

She was youngish, wearing what I can only describe as somd 1920s flapper headband, and was literally tucked in under the duvet.

I have thought about this many times but I am convinced that I was definitely not dreaming or half asleep. I actually sat up in bed and looked at her in total horror and fright. At the point where I wondered if I should prod her to see if she was real, a few minutes had gone by. I was literally so terrified that I had to hide under the duvet and then when I emerged after what seemed an age, she was gone.

I've never seen or experienced anything quire as scary since and I'm certain that I was hallucinating or dreaming. It's definitely made me think about whether ghosts genuinely exist 🤔

Well, considering that I'd not had a wink of sleep at all and that I was thinking I'd be too wide awake to get to sleep, I guess it could be a hallucination. But I still figure it was something kind of woo.

My grandma had quite a sixth sense and told me she had smelt a sweet sickly smell and seen my grandpa after he died, and he told her not to worry and that it wasn't her time.

Yes, these could easily be hallucinations from sleep deprived or grieving people, but equally they could be real. Who can say?

Completely agree.

So what are they recordings of? I understand this in some cases pp have posted but what about smells?

@onemorerose
I guess they are impressions left by time, for sight, smell and sounds. In the film Ghost, Demi Moore's character interacted with the ghost, I think it's unlikely people could converse with a ghost.

I saw a man walk out of my hall into the living room and into kitchen a month ago. The kitchen only has one door and there was no one there 11am in the morning and I had been up since 8am.

I told a doctor but he completely dismissed me. To the point he didn't even acknowledge what I had said. It's never happened before. I don't think I'd be telling my gp if it happens again.

The first year or so of moving in to my current home I see 3 ghosts pretty often. A lady, man and a child. I don't see them anymore though.

I was once walking with a friend along a road that had a very pronounced dip in it. It was the autumn after we graduated in 2004 and we were going to an out of town furniture shop to order my friend a new mattress as he had just moved into a house share with a lumpy bed. We were skint and only recently out of uni so had no cars, we had been travelling by bus. We had got off a bus about half a mile previously and had been walking for about ten minutes, as the bus we had taken didn't go all the way to these out of town shops.

It was a normal enough stretch of road, wide enough to have two designated sides with painted lines down the middle. Neither side had a pavement; the side we were walking on had some houses, the other had fields right next to the road. It was quiet so even though we were walking in the road, we didn’t fear being run over. In fact I’m not even sure we had seen a vehicle besides the bus we had got off of in the whole time we had been walking. The houses on our side were detached and quite widely apart from one another, there was no one else around and, as I say, it was very quiet despite being the middle of a week day. It was late autumn and nothing was growing in the field on the other side of the road, it was seemingly recently ploughed. It was in London but in an outer borough adjoining an area of Essex countryside. We were walking away from the more citified bit in the London borough to get to an out of town shopping place on the Essex side.

We were just chatting, walking into the lowest point of the dip, when we saw a man in old fashioned clothes, riding an old fashioned bike coming down the hill on the other side of the road, into the dip. We were still chatting away and my friend commented on the bizarre style of dress the man on the bike was wearing; the bike was modern in shape but also clearly very old. His style of dress was a lot like thiss_, as was the bike. My friend made a comment about how hipsters had made it out of Hackney and finally come to Essex and I laughed when, suddenly, the man and his bike just... vanished. Into thin air.

Both my friend and I stopped, dead, and just stared at one another in disbelief. It's a cliche to say we were blinking in confusion and rubbing our eyes, but we virtually were. The man had just... gone. We ended up crossing the road to see if the man and his bike could have gone anywhere there out of sight, but there was nowhere to go.. it was just a flat field on that side of the road with no hedges or anything to mark it from the road and anyway, we literally had both seen the man evaporate!

I'm convinced we just crossed over the time 'streams' or whatever for a few seconds and that the man was less a ghost and more some kind of impression on time and space. Gave us the heeby-jeebies though and I've never travelled along that piece of road since without shivering slightly at the memory!

We made it to the big Ikea that we needed to get to, but opted to get a bus back that took us longer to get home on, just to avoid walking along that piece of road again! I often think of the old fashioned man on the old fashioned bike and wonder where he was really from.

I realise my description of the road is hard to imagine, so please enjoy this brilliant diagram I’ve made for you all

@BurnDownTheDiscoHangTheDJ I have nothing to add to the thread other than I think you need much credit for a bloody amazing diagram!

And in this year's Mumsnet Awards, the award for Best Diagram (2022) goes to🥁🥁...@BurnDownTheDiscoHangTheDJ !

@GobbolinoTheWitchesCat @HairyMcLarie

thank you so much, takes a bow that took me way longer to make than I want to admit to, so I appreciate your kind comments. If only making humorous ghost-based diagrams was a marketable skill

Love that diagram

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That's what I think too. Time is not linear. Maybe we are just seeing a crossover or overlap in time. Could be past, could be future.

@BurnDownTheDiscoHangTheDJ love the diagram 🤣 And now I want to know which road it was as I know that IKEA

I used to work in a pub which was an extremely old building as a teen. There was 2 kitchens connected to each other via corridor. There was always rumours of a ghost that hung around in the back kitchen- a women. I was stood in the corridor chatting to other members of staff. I saw a women in the back kitchen and just assumed it was chef X (our only female chef).

Came back 10 mins later and asked where X had gone- turns out it was her day off.

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Well, I don't believe in "woo", but this was my experience:

Age 17, staying at my boyfriend's flat. He's asleep; I can't sleep. I noticed a darker area within the darkness over on his side which became more and more concentrated as I watched it, till it looked solid. I was getting frightened as it looked more and more like a human shape. Then it moved and bent over my boyfriend. I screamed at this point!
BF woke up, we put the lamp on and he teased me a bit. After chatting a while and me calming down, we put the light out again. About 3 hours later, 7 a.m. ish, the phone rang and it was BFs mum saying his granny had passed away a few hours earlier. He later said he believed that what I saw was his granny coming to say goodbye to him, as they were very close. He had told his mum and she thought so too.
I think it was a shadow or a half-asleep hallucination of mine, but my experience brought comfort to them, so that was a good thing.

So, whilst I am a sceptic, I'm not desperate to disprove or dismiss people's experiences where it brings them pleasure or eases their grief.

Also, well done to @BurnDownTheDiscoHangTheDJ for the best MN diagram ever!

Thank you for the diagram and the link to the guide photo BurnDownTheDiscoHangTheDJ ❤️👍🥳🌟

Please become Prime Minister - we need this level of competence.

I've not seen a ghost but my DH senses them. He says it's a bit difficult delivering a seminar on rationalism in a seminar room where there is an angry unseen male presence - the building is early modern 👻

My grandparents house is built on a graveyard (a little council house), when I was around 9/10 I was in bed (facing the open door/with a well lit landing) and I saw a young girl crawling across the landing on all fours, I froze in absolute fear, I will never forget it.

Fast forward to the early hours around 22 years later, I bring home my 2nd born DC, I sit in the corner sofa in our living room breastfeeding (open plan living/kitchen) and a little girl with long black hair runs around my kitchen island, I (albeit slowly/sorely) thinking it was my DD I get up to give my first born the big cuddle she deserved and to show her the new baby and there was no one there, DD was still tucked up in bed upstairs (as it was 3am), when I brought my 3rd born home- same thing happened … little girl with long black hair runs into my kitchen as if to inspect the new baby all excited again. I find it a comfort, toys set off all the time in the house, we have a creaky cuddle/swivel chair that rocks by itself (it’s quite tough to move too) and we sometimes hear a man tell us “SSHHHHH!” - we call him Eric (as that was the only male previous owner).

I definitely feel there’s lots of life in the house, even when (and this is rare) I’m alone in the house it still feels ‘lively’- if that makes any sense.

My mum the morning of her funeral. I'm sure it's trauma but I clear as day saw her in her white Renault clio, leaning right over the steering wheel trying to join a roundabout (she was always a really nervous driver) that would have taken her in the direction of her house. She had had that Renault about 15 years ago and I had forgotten all about it until I saw her.
I held my gaze on her face for a good 15 seconds but she was too focused on the road. I was willing her to turn her head and see me too

This was 15 years ago now, we’d only just moved into the area.

It was early-ish summer and I was out walking the dog. We were having a bit of a heatwave so for a a week or so I was walking him late evening.

We used to walk across some fields, along a path that was by the edge of a low-ish cliff. It was pretty well fenced off with wire and post fencing and pretty dense hedge. There was a bit where the cliff dipped right down low with a stile so you could get onto the beach, before sloping back up.

Anyway, we’d been walking along this path for a few days and I kept seeing a person pushing a bike in the distance. Dog and I would cut down onto the beach before we reached each other. Didn’t think much of it, people would regularly night fish on the beach so just assumed it was someone fishing and enjoying the hot weather.

One evening we were a little later than usual, and this person was much closer to us. I could see them much more clearly, it was a man wearing a sort of flat cap, baggy trousers tucked into long socks and a shirt, pushing a bike with a basket on the front. Dog suddenly started growling and barking and his hackles were raised so I bent down to grab him and clip his lead on. When I stood back up, the man had gone. Dog calmed down

Still didn’t think too much of it, assumed he’d cut down to the beach. Carried on walking, took dog down to the beach, etc, then headed home, until it occurred to me that the man couldn’t have cut down to the beach. The cliff was pretty low, but still too high to want to jump down, plus the hedge was too dense to push through.

The heatwave broke a couple of days later and I went back to walking dog earlier.

We had some storms later that year and a whole load of that cliff came down in a landslide, taking a lot of the path with it and there’s now a new foot path. I’ve been up there’s hundreds of times since at all different times of the day but never seen him again.

@paulmccartneysbagel And where has your theory of non-linear time come from? Because that is not how any Physicist would explain it!

My mum never believed in ghosts, but told me about an experience. She was 13 years old, five years after the second world war had ended, she was walking along a road alone past a row of houses that had been bombed and all that was left was the shell. There was an old lady standing outside one of the bombed houses and she was looking around saying please can you help me, I can't find my house. When my mum got home and told her mum, after describing the lady my Gran said that's the old lady who used to live in that house, you can't have seen her, she died.