Anyone ever seen a ghost? or felt someone's presence after they died?

[sleepinbeauty]

just wondering, am curious thats all!

When I was 9 I was in hospital for a month. I was scared on the ward at night, I used to beg to go home (and I tried to escape in my wheelchair a few times too!). One night they woke me for my meds and I couldn't sleep after. I never felt so alone. I saw my Granddad walk towards me down the long ward and he came to my bed and smiled. I never felt afraid after that, I felt he was taking care of me. (He had died 6 months previously and I had adored him).

I know that people will say stuff about children and dreams, and your sub-conscious and all that BUT I was a scared little girl and it made me feel better so I believe he came to me.

(I'm getting all choked up now just remembering the feeling of being so scared, silly emotional bear that I am).

My mum works in a hospice and I work in a hospital and both of us could tell you about people dying who seem to 'wait', either for a loved one to arrive or 'permission' from a loved one that it's okay to leave.

I am still struggling, SG.

Half of me wants this, the other half doesn't.

My father is a die-hard skeptic. I sometimes wonder why.

He was her favourite son, my grandmother.

I just don't know what to do.

I wish I had listened to her more. Now she's gone and I don't know what to do.

My former MIL did this, sugarfee.

I, too, worked in a hospice.

They wait. Oh believe me, they do!

My former MIL went in hospice from lung cancer, and she waited till both her sons were there.

I had this 'heavy' feeling - I don't know how else to describe it - for a couple of days.

I even booked my ex's ticket.

He thought I was crazy.

I said, 'Your mother is calling you. She just doesn't know how,' and insisted he go.

And his brother in Boston.

She died whilst they were there.

She was waiting.

I often smell my grandads pipe tobacco - He used to smoke cherry tobacco and it is quite distinctive. I don't smoke and dh only has the odd cigar. I have smelt it in all sorts of different places too and they are nearly all where my grandad had never been. My brother and sister had the same dream on the same night. I know that is not technically a ghost or feeling a presence but it is spooky...

I haven't had any personal experiences with ghosts but was with my mum when she went to a spiritual church and got 2 messages both of which were from people I knew as well and the information was of such a personal nature that there's no way it wasn't real. We had never been there before and knew noone there. I strongly belive in this kind of thing and I know that my mum and 2 of my aunties have all had experiences to further convince me of it. What I do get is really strong deja vu where I actually know whats coming next and I will know who is ringing me before I answer the house phone or will ring my mum as she is trying to ring me that kind of thing.

6 years ago I was in hospital struggling to live. For three/four days I couldn't work out if I would live or die and remember thinking over and over "But I haven't finished yet!" Then my grandfather came to see me. He stood by the door with his hands in his pockets, smiled, said "Allright then?", I nodded and he said he would be back later, then left. After that the room was bright, sunny and full of goodness - I got better. At the time that this happened my grandfather had been dead for seven years.

Bearing in mind prior to this was worlds biggest sceptic.Was on nights at work and rushing past visitors room to get drip out of storeroom.See grey haired lady sitting in chair out of corner of eye.Go back to attend to poorly person.A bit later think "Hang on,there are no visitors on the ward at the mo..." All patients in bed sleeping!Cue scary music.......

expat i understand how you feel about half wanting it and half not. it's only the last couple of years or so that i have come to grudgingly accept what i am and have realised that when i try to deny part of myself, i tend to get more illnesses and upsets and general (not quite ill) feeling of being poorly - i tend to get a lot more depressed too. however, when i accept things, i find it easier to be more positive and notice more things of a spiritual nature than i would normally. before then, i thought i was going mad when i was seeing things that my rational mind knew weren't there and yet part of me did know - it was very hard to handle, especially so because there wasn't really anyone i could talk to about it. we (my siblings and i) have been brought up to know that it's natural and normal but i think my brother and sister are not quite so spiritual (i may be wrong) and that's not a bad thing; everyone has their own path and develops at their own pace.

i have been told twice now by two "accepted" mediums (those in spiritualist churches) that i should be doing their job. my problem is that i'm not very keen on speaking in public(!) and i much prefer speaking on a one-to -one basis; i am still very wary of who i tell about some parts of my abilities. that's not the whole story though but it was getting to be a long post, so i hth! you can cat me if you like x

as for the waiting thing, people do wait. my dad was told by the nurses looking after his father in the hospital that when my sister and i (my brother hadn't yet been born) had visited him (for the last time as it turned out) that he had gone peacefuly not long afterwards. my mother was also waiting for my father to let her go and i remember seeing a vision of a beautiful church altar (similar to very old churches) with a gorgeous stained glass window behind it. the light was coming through the window and i knew she was waiting for soemthing but i couldn't figure out quite what it was that she was wiaitng for. and to this day i still feel slightly guilty that i couldn't help my mom and dad at that particular moment

Interesting thread.

My Mum killed herself.

About a week after her death, I had been visiting Dad and had sat for a long time in the room where Mum had actually killed herself. I hugged her clothes etc and stood in the part of the room where she had "done it", trying to "reach her" I suppose. Obviously I was very very upset and I realised that I needed to stop, leave the room, go home, because it was driving me mad - I wasn't going to find any answers in there.

I made Dad a cup of tea, had one myself and them left.

I got in my car and out loud shouted, "For fuck's sake Mum, why did you do this, why, please, I don't understand?"

I sat there for a minute or so, after shouting, feeling a small bit of relief for having let out a tiny bit of anger at what she had done.

It's difficult to decribe what then happened, but I became aware of a very "charged" atmosphere in the car - like the air was crackling with electicity. There was definitely some sort of presence and whilst my senses were very heightened I didn't feel scared. I said, "Mum, is that you?"

Then, seconds later, the back screen of my car shattered. I was nowhere near a road - I was parked in a private car park next to Mum & Dad's flat. I'm certain it was a sign/response from her.

When we took the car for repair and explained what had happened to the window, the repairers said they were stumped as the vehicle had not been hit with anything.

would she have been telling you off for swearing?

i wasn't being rude sorry but my mom would definitely have made noises if i swore.

i can understnad puff what you say about the charged atmosphere. when those kind of visits happen,it uses quite a bit of "energy" in the immediate vicinity and it thus becomes "charged".
does this make it any clearer? not explaining myself too well at the mo!

expat, hows you? x

maybe fransmom - I certainly never swore at her, so if she was about, she could well have been telling me off.

i think she was but put it in the form of a question cos i wasn;t sure how you would take such a suggestion. how you doing today?

{sheepish grin) my computer has a few sp glitches........

Oh all right. Not a troll, not a wind-up. My grandfather died in February but my DD fell ill the same week and I couldn't fly out to the funeral. At the time my flight was due to take off (9.10AM), I sat down with a coffee to think about him and what I'd be missing, and the PC upstairs switched itself on, in its usual musical way. My DH had left the house 15 minutes earlier, and it wasn't rebooting. Odd thing is my grandfather HATED computers!

perhaps he can work them out now.........

I have never seen a ghost or an angel or been spoken to from beyond the grave as such. However, for many many years now I have had very vivid flashes. I see someone clear as a film (even perhaps sharper) where they are and what they are doing, sometimes even I feel very strongly what I think they are feeling. I try to block it off straight away. This happens in broad daylight while I'm wide awake and thinking of other things. I don't want to go down the route of calling these images up at will but I'm fairly sure it's possible.

I'm very much aware of other presences around me. I knew when my mother died and I'm happy to have her presence in my life. She doesn't speak to me as such but I do notice her guidance. I'm fine with that but I am wary of calling up spirits etc. My mother said there was a tradition of spiritualism in her family with some of her relatives and she advised steering clear of it.

ive felt... something. I try and ignore them feelings though, as im easily scared, so I think I push them away! Might have been me freaking myself out.

I've never seen a ghost

until yesterday but if it was a ghost it was the ghost of a dog and I saw it twice in the space of a couple of hours, or my eyes were playing tricks. Only saw its back, like a grey spaniel it was. I even asked the owners of the restaurant if they had ghosts (dh was mortified!).

Anyway we'll be going again so I'll look out for my doggy ghost again. Thing is, I don't like dogs!

why do some people see ghosts and others never..even if they want to?

would anyone want to though?

I know someone who saw one, her first born died a few days after birth and during the funeral she had to leave the church as she was having hysterics, at the bottom of the grave yard she saw her dead father walking along the path holding the baby and she said she suddenly felt calm and knew her dad was looking after the baby, she said there was a lovely bright warm light too even though it was November. That is the sort of nice gohst you would want to see.

yes that's true. Somehow when I think of ghosts, I never think of them being people I have actually known and care about in which case it would be more comforting than frightening