To think babies/children can see ghosts?!

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Baby DD is always smiling and giggling looking into the corner of my lounge. Sometimes she swings round to look at whatever is over there that I can't see! I don't actually believe in ghosts but this has got me questioning it especially as dear and lovely nanny died when I was 7 months pregnant? Anyone else have a baby who is a bit woo?

This thread has put me in the mood for watching The Sixth Sense.

This thread gave me real chills reading through it. I am not sure if I believe in ghosts but all these anecdotes makes me think about it in a new light

I feel sorry for those posters who's minds are so closed off that they can't even comprehend that there might be things in the world that we don't yet understand.

It's possible. We had a few experiences with different sons, that made us wonder. Lived over 100 miles from where I grew up and never talked about the village in front of my kids, or at all but we were off on holiday past the spot where I grew up, so decided to swing by to visit my mum's grave. Behind the churchyard is a pond locals call 'The White Lady Pond' - usual myths about the ghost of a white lady appearing (associated apparently with many pre-christian well sites). Son, aged 3, pointed randomly down at the pond and asked us "Is that where the lady with the long hair lives?"

Other some had an imaginary friend he only saw on a shortcut we took to school each day. Across a grave yard. I asked him to describe what he saw and where he saw her. Apparently she was a girl in a wheelchair. Right there. (Pointed at the children's graves). FFS.

Stopped seeing her by Y1 or 2.

I had an imaginary friend who was very weirdly dressed and with a name I could hardly pronounce. I knew he was 'foreign' as a kid in my class came from France and he was somehow like Jean-Paul or whatever his name was. My imaginary friend - a bit odd for a 5 year old girl - was a teenage boy. He'd appear only in the hen hut and only when I was alone, there. I'd go down and shut the hens in at night with my dad but if I hung around alone, I'd see my imaginary friend. I used to stay down there to watch the glow worms, so my dad didn't mind. I told my parents about my imaginary friend. They told me it was an imaginary friend. One day he told me he'd never see me again. I remember that vividly.

30 years later, the garden was sold to developers. Whilst digging foundations in our orchard - a few metres from the hen hut - they found two Roman stone sarcophagi. They reckon they were early-ish military graves, therefore male burials. And by a long lost road side. The road would have run right under my hen house.

Sil thought t her then 2 yo dd was seeing ghosts when we were away one weekend. She said there was an old man with a white face looking in at her third floor window. Turned out to be a KFC sign

Another imaginary friend I had as a kid was a bespectacled, middle aged, bald man who used to make me laugh and would talk away to me, but I only ever saw him at great aunt's house.

She had been widowed in the 1950s. This was over ten years later. They had been childless, which was no skin off my aunty's nose - she had better fish to fry and was not remotely bothered by it. But, I heard years later, her husband would have loved to have kids and, apparently, had been a friendly, avuncular kind of man.

She had no family photos on display whatsoever and in fact I didn't even see her family albums til the 1970s. But one day I asked my parents where the lovely bald man with glasses had gone and why I never saw him at Aunty So and So's any more..? You can guess who it was I was describing.

I'm a bit woo, but not overly, however, sure my eldest dgs was tuned into something when a toddler. Night after night when he was nearly 2, he would be talking in his room at bedtime. My dd finally said who are you talking to every night. He said 'mamma pat' with orange hair. Now I'm known as nonna, but popular name for dgm im our area I s 'mammar' His other red headed dgm, pat, died 6 months before he was born. No photos in house, would have been referred to as dm in conversation, definitely not mammar. He's 8 now and hasn't chatted to her for years. There is more out there than we know about

We are an ASD family--lots of family with Aspergers. Very logical, clever, not terribly imaginative, men in it. Two of them have seen things when people died.

they can sense something we can't for sure. whether it's 'ghosts', things that have gone before, things that are to come? something we cannot comprehend. just watching my baby had convinced me of that.. I'm not in the least bit woo. he's 3.5 months now and he seems to have lost it already, but he always seemed to be frightened rather than happy

I love these threads, so fascinating. I have always believed in all of this. There is a really interesting podcast about children being more 'open' to the supernatural.
Not quite the same, but I lived in my old flat for 1.5 years (converted Victorian house) with a housemate (she had her own room) before my DP moved in. Obviously I had been sleeping alone in the room until then, but he said every night without fail I'd wake him up by shouting 'who the hell are you?!' at the corner of the bedroom. We moved out a few months later and I've never done it since.
Keep the stories coming

I'm fascinated by these types of threads, though Im not sure whether I believe or not. I'd like to, my dad died before my kids where born and I think it would be comforting if he was talking to them.

I think if anyone can see spirits, it's children as their minds are more open. I don't think anyone can say there's no such thing as ghosts because there is a lot that is unexplained and a lot we don't know. But I definitely have an open mind. I've seen things as a child, but I could blame it on an overractive imagination.

Such a fascinating thread! There is more out there than we think. Would be arrogant to suggest otherwise

I'm glued to this thread - first thread that hasn't made me really cross in AIBU so well done OP!

I've always believed in there being more. The idea that we are born, work ourselves into the ground then die and it's all over just seems so wrong! Scientists say that energy cannot be destroyed, only transferred. So if you think about a persons soul as their energy, where does it go when they die? The laws of physics, that we know to be true, would suggest it has to go somewhere. I quite like the idea of our loved ones popping back to visit from time to time.

No good stories from me but I do recall DS1 used to suddenly wake up and SCREAM the place down almost every night at the exact same time. He would stare and stare into the air/at the ceiling, nothing I could do would calm him down. It happened from when he was around 4 months ish and lasted until he was almost 1 if I remember correctly. At the time I thought it was just night terrors, but looking back now I'm wondering if it was something else....

Oh and my DS3 - he was 8 months old when my grandad died suddenly. So not old enough to remember him. From the moment he could talk well enough to hold a conversation he would always talk to me about "Grandad Frank" and insist that he could remember him etc. He doesn't do it so much now but is still adamant that he remembers him and how nice he was. He often gets upset and tells me that he misses Grandad Frank.

So no, OP, you are not BU in the slightest! I wish as adults we could encourage our children to keep that open mindedness so that the next generation of adults could be more in touch with the spiritual side. Perhaps even get our society to a point where it's possible to strive to ascend to being a higher being and thus bringing peace to the world to achieve something greater.

I'm not sure I believe, however when my youngest dd was about 2/3 she was talking and pointing to the window in her grans flat, we asked who she was talking to and she said the old lady outside the window, we were 3 floors up so no-one out the window . A couple of months later looking thru the family albums with her for the first time she pointed to her great gran (who she was named after ) whohad died the year before she was born and said lady at the window .

another one was my grandpa whilst in hospital dying kept staring at the corner of the ceiling, when asked what he was looking at he replied my mum is there waiting on me saying goodbye, he hadn't told anyone he had terminal cancer and my aunt his eldest daughter went on holiday not realising he was ill, as soon as she got back she went straight to the hospital , he told her his mum was waiting and goodbye 20mins later he died of a heart attack