Have you ever seen a ghost?

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I had a really weird experience

Last year we booked a weekend away in a cottage in Devon.

I fell asleep on the sofa and woke up to an old lady in a green cardigan going over to the fire place.
Then she just disappeared.
I was really spooked but husband said I must have been half dreaming.

The owner of the cottage was in the local pub one night and came over and asked how we were getting on. My husband made a joke saying my wife thought she saw a ghost.
He looked at me and said ‘ah you seen Polly, the lady with the green cardigan’
He said he’d also seen her and another guest had mentioned it!
He told us she was a previous owner.

Ive got no other explanation other than Polly being a ghost.

Have you ever seen one?

After my son died, his sisters and I were sharing a bedroom, while on a therapeutic, post grief, get-away. It was about 9 pm and we all, all three of us, saw globes of white light bouncing around the room. I am/ was an atheist, so are/ were they. I still cannot explain it, but it did have a soothing effect on us. We had been crying and sharing our feelings.

I get someone doing that to me when I'm sleeping, like grabbing at me with their fingers, it really hurts

Orbs

one day, again daylight, my partner and I saw an orb, about the size of a cricket ball, not crystal but had a sort of old gold, bronzy finish, float down the stairs. We were in the hall at the foot of the stairs and just watched it glide down, parallel to the stairs, not directly vertical, then disappear, presumably through the wall. No sound.

then just a couple of days later, my son was half up the stairs and I was at the bottom sort of chatting when 2 orbs of the same type came down the stairs. They were in majestic procession. Smooth glide. Then disappeared.

I used to watch various ghost busting programmes but the orbs they reported seemed, at least to me, to be dust motes refracting light. Not these big ‘solid’ spheres I witnessed. I have googled but only similar phenomena seem to be St Elmo’s fire.

Why do so many posters think that believing ih paranormal entities means believing in (a) god?
Acknowledging that there is evidence that discernible traces of previous lives exist does not mean you have to agree that there is a god.

No, but when we first bought (and we e renovating) our house we would occasionally be assailed by a really strong smell of lavender. One day I said, without really thinking "Don't worry, we'll look after it" and it never happened again... The house had previously been empty for 10 years after the last resident died.

Yes.
I don't believe, in them but I spoke to an ex work colleague outside our office on the day he was murdered in prison.

Mine probably wasn't a ghost, it was probably an extremely powerful dream but I will never forget it.

When I was a young child my parents ran a business together. My mum would do my tea and bath, then once I was in bed my grandma would come into my room to read to me while my mum did paperwork for their business. My grandma would sit at the end of my bed and read two story books that I'd chosen, then she would move to the chair in the corner of my room and knit until I fell asleep.

I remember she suddenly stopped coming round and my parents told me she was sick. My mum would read to me instead and then leave the room because she had to get on with her work. I was really sad and wished my grandma would come back.

One evening after my mum had left, my grandma walked in, sat on the end of my bed and smiled at me for ages. I remember crying and telling her I missed her. She got up and moved to the chair in the corner of the room and started knitting with pink wool. The same thing happened the next night and I couldn't understand why she wouldn't speak to me or read me a story.

I asked my mum why grandma wasn't reading to me and she said grandma was in hospital so she couldn't visit us right now. I don't know how many more times I saw her at the end of my bed and in the corner of my room knitting, but one night she stood up and brought a big pink scarf over to my bed, smiled at me and left, but the scarf wasn't there in the morning so I thought it was just a dream.

The same day my parents told me that grandma had been too sick, and she had died. My dad came home later that evening and gave me a plastic carrier bag, inside was a pink scarf, and he said she'd made it for me while she was in hospital. It was exactly the same as the one I'd seen her knit in my bedroom. I still have it but I can't even look at it.

I've copied this from my post on the current "woo tales" thread.

Last year, I was taking the dog for a walk through the housing estate where I live. At one point there is a tall, scrappy hedge across the road, with a narrow opening to allow pedestrians through.

As I was approaching the hedge there was a man approaching from the opposite direction. Chinos, anorak, contemprary hairdo, and with him a mature, stocky black labrador.

As he approached the gateway he moved to the side to let me and my doggy through first. When we were a few feet away from the gateway, someone to our right slammed a door very loud, and doggy and I both automatically turned to the noise momentarily.

When we turned back, man and dog were gone. There was nowhere for them to have scamped off to the other side of the hedge - they just weren't there.

Not directly but when I was a teenager we lived in a very old house (almost 120 years old). It had a long corridor and a bedroom at the end. It was Carnival time and my mom took a picture of me dressed in my costume. We were alone at home, my dad was working.
A month later she took the film to the shop (it was in the 90s, old cameras). When the pictures came we saw something that shook us. It was the picture of my costume, I was smiling, and in the background, exiting the bedroom, there was a man! He was tall, dressed in dark clothes and seemed to be walking in my direction. My mom is very skeptic so she started to wonder if maybe my dad was at home and we thought he wasn't, etc... but we both knew it wasn't him. He worked in a bank until 5 pm and the picture had been taken at 3 pm after lunch.

My mother destroyed the picture immediately, I was so scared I couldn't even look at it and it took us a long time to feel comfortable in that house. But we never saw anything or felt any presence there so who knows what it was.

Glad to know I am not alone in having seen a’special’ orb and you’re lucky to have had your partner also experience it. At the time I saw it my cat was walking under it but totally unaffected.

When I’ve told people in the past someone suggested it could have been ball lightening , but that didn’t seem likely. Another thought perhaps it was a spirit trying to manifest itself but it wasn’t quite able… I know deep down it was not-of-this-world.

I’m 48, I’ve lived in 31 different homes in my lifetime, three of them were 200+ years old, the rest a
huge mix of old and new houses, flats, cottages,
bungalows, in several different parts of the country. Never seen anything paranormal and neither has anyone else. Maybe one day!

Not to my knowledge.

When I was little I distinctly remember a little old lady sitting on the end of my bed several times, wearing a purple cardigan and a green skirt. I used to talk to her. My mum later told me that my great grandma on her side had recently died around then.
When my Nana died I spent a couple of hours with her body in the nursing home. That night as I was trying to sleep but very upset, the mattress moved as if someone had sat down on it, and I bodily rolled into the space.
I’m sure these experiences can be sceptically explained away but especially the last experience brought me so much peace.
I do have a weird one though. Which I totally accept is odd. DD's GM died (on her absent dad's side). She absolutely hated me, to the extent that she wouldn’t have my name spoken in her house. Years before that she told me that she used to frighten her sons into behaving and settling down at bed time by knocking on walls and telling them that "Knocky was coming to get them". Guess what's been waking me up since. So I wear doubled up wax earplugs to bed. She's not waking me any more

This happened to me over 50myears ago, when I was around 14. My widowed great aunt met a widower on holiday and they decided to marry. The night before the wedding my aunt, her three sisters and me were all together at her home (which had also been mine in the flat upstairs). It was a merry evening, I can't remember if drink was taken, but it wouldn't have been much if at all. I didn't drink. Then they all had teas and coffees, and as my grandmother carried out the tray to the kitchen the legs of the trays caught a pile of bedding on the hall chair and crashed to the floor, china everywhere. Everyone was in hysterics. We all went into the kitchen, which was L shaped. I was standing by the door, and looked up along the passage. There was a man standing there at the end of the passage, wearing a brown suit, with white hair and a droopy moustache (think Thomas Hardy.). He had his hands on his hips, his head thrown back, and he was laughing. He was as solid as you or me.
i looked at him for some moments, then looked at all the aunts to see if they had seen anything, but they were in the part of L where you couldn't see the passage. When I looked back he was gone.
A couple of days later I told my mum, and she got out my nan's box of photos, and there were pictures of him. He was the father of all the aunts, and he has died years ago, long before I was born, and I had never met him. The aunt who was getting married had looked after him when he was ill until he died, he had lived with her.
I wasn't at all frightened, and i hadn't seen these old photos before.

I think so. Many years ago I had an appointment in London, I went by car, my husband was driving. Roads were busy with traffic, alot of people about. We stopped at traffic lights,I was staring out of the window watching a couple of nuns walking along chatting, they went to pass a lamppost, only they didn't... they just disappeared.
I wonder if ghosts are images/impressions stuck in time somehow. 🤷‍♀️

No but I once had a waking dream of my DGM a couple of years after she passed. It felt very real and has not happened since.

I lost my DM recently and would love to see her presence. She was a strong believer in spiritualism and promised to try and visit once she was no longer here. Nothing yet 😟

This is so lovely and touching.

Not seen anything as such, but years ago was doing some training in an old, empty hotel. Had been up and down this one corridor a few times, and on one occasion a door was suddenly open at the end. I went up to it and it was just a linen cupboard or similar. No windows or other doors open along the corridor, so couldn't explain how the door had opened by itself (no draft to blow it open etc). I closed the door, went off into another area, but when I came back, the door was stood open again. I went and tested it to see if maybe the hinges were loose etc and if it was swinging open, but it didn't swing when I let go. Shut the door and pulled the door, and the handle/latch appeared secure.

Left it but came back again it find it standing open. At this point I was a bit creeped out so left it open. I had to go down the corridor again about an hour later and the door was completely shut.

Suffice to say I didn't go down that corridor again! The hotel had been operating for over 100 years and they had had a few guests pass away whilst staying there so I can only assume it was one of the deceased guests!

@Gonnagetgoingreturnsagain I stayed at the Mermaid Inn in Rye in the early 2000s. Didn't see anything but it sounded like there was someone tramping about in the corridor outside the room all night and every time I looked out, there was no one around. Didnt get much sleep at all. Also in the morning as we were leaving the huge heavy oak door to the room suddenly slammed so hard, and with so much force we practically ran to check out! Watching Most Haunted years later I learnt that amongst a selection of ghosts there, there are supposed to be a pair of duelling men haunting the corridor.

I think I did. I was a teenager and my friend was sleeping over. I was on the floor. Bedroom door always shut. I woke up for a wee and was absolutely wide awake and I saw what I believe to be my grandad standing at my bedroom door. I wasn't scared. I lay down and went back to sleep. Woke up in the morning. Door closed. Obviously asked dad why he had been at my door in the night and he said he hadn't woke once.

About 4 years earlier my grandad had passed away in my bedroom while sleeping

Staying in a friend's house in Spain, truly awful atmosphere as soon as we pulled up at the place. Was with (now ex) boyfriend and his 3 children one of whom was a 6 year old girl with long, blonde, wavy hair. Saw a little girl who looked similar. We didn't say a word. A couple of days later, my boyfriend's daughter said she'd seen a little girl in her room who "looks like me". When we got home the friend said "nothing's happened there for 15 years but when we were doing it up..." and proceeded to tell us all the spooky things that had happened. I was so angry he'd let us go there. Truly have never felt such constant, heavy fear as in that house.

Stayed in a Grade 1 listen building built in Tudor times. When I walked out of the bathroom I felt like there would be someone at the end of the landing. Didn’t see anyone but the feeling was there. The first night I woke up because something had tickled my ankle (my foot was out from under the duvet).

Logical me says it’s my active imagination feeling someone would be there as it was such an old building and it was the corner of the duvet that tickled my ankle. Imaginative me wasn’t so sure! But I’m pretty sure it’s the logical explanations. I think…

@CheerfulBunny the Mermaid Inn likes to either pride itself on the ghosts or downplays them. When I was there with parents as a bored teenager I recall either bar staff or others talking about s chair there that was haunted and not to sit there.

A few years later I did a tour of Rye (the jail) etc but I didn’t really know much about the area apart from the fact a wealthy American couple with 3 or 4 adopted boys had bought a house there as they liked it so much. No stories of haunted houses there but then that’s not the first thing you ask people you newly meet, is it?!

Sorry to hear that. Maybe go to a spiritualist church service or open circle? You may get a message. I've had a lot over the years. One off my brother just after he died. Described him perfectly and said very specific details.

I've seen stuff and friends have too. Ds1 used to see lots when young. I do think some are imprints like a type recording. But there's definitely an after life.

No but my dad swore he did. The dog reacted too, apparently.

They lived in a basement flat in an old house in the very early 60s, had once been kitchen and servant quarters. Mum was putting my brother to bed and he saw a man in tail coat walking down the stairs, carrying a tray. As he walked down, the surroundings changed. Different wallpaper, bare wooden stairs, dim light, etc. the dog alerted him by staring up and growling.