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Ghosts - What are your experiences?
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My aunt's husband, George, passed away 3 christmas's ago. Whenever she used to visit the grave to put flowers on with her daughters there'd be a little rabbit on the grave. Sometimes it would appear at the gate as they were walking in and hop down to the grave and sit there. One time it hopped across to George's parents grave and sat on it!
One of her daughters went to a medium one day not long after the death and he described George really well, he also told her that George says to "Look out for the rabbit"
They cant visit the grave as much any more cos cant afford taxi out there. I dont think the rabbit is there anymore. I just thought that was a really nice experience to have. 0 -
Another nice one I have is about my gran. In a nursing home a few years back, she just passed away in her sleep, she was 98 years old. A nurse was in with her, and as soon as she died her music box beside the bed started playing by itself. No one had wound it or anything, I'm not even sure if it had been in working order cos it was really old. Bit strange.
Nurse said it was really beautiful and calm. 0 -
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Been reading through this and find it fascinating. sorry for the long post i tend to go on a bit in this one.
I've always felt I was a little more in contact than others. No real reason to other than a few small experiences. Most to do with knowing of things before they happen (Precognition??) when I was in college my uncle lived with us but died of cancer. It was a long lingering painful death on his part. Anyway for years after that any time I was in a time of difficulty I would almost feel him close to me. I could never look directly at him but he was always in the corner of my eye off to the distance at those times. He gave his watch to my father just before he died and after his passing my father gave it to me, coz I broke mine. Anyway there was a fight a little after the death over the watch. My aunt who was close to he said that my uncle (he was not her husband) had promised it to her grandson. Both her and my mom argued over it so I took the watch off and held a hammer over it. I told them their brother had died and they are arguing over a watch, i told them i'd smash it and they could share teh pieces
Anyway the years passed, almost 12 years and my aunt comes over and said she has been to a psychic/fortune teller who says my uncle is not resting easy as he wants the watch to go to her grandson. the weird thing is that I had put that watch away almost 12 years before and never wore it again yet the day before she came out I was cleaning out my room and came across it and left it at the window where I could put my hand on it.
Another happened after I came home from living in France. I was dating an English lass at the time and she had returned to London for college (we met in France that summer) anyway we made plans for me to travel to the UK and live with her. Right up to a week before I had the plane tickets and everything and it was all set I was going to get any job I could. Because she was in college and I wasn't working we would phone once a month and write the rest, almost 2 letters a week. Anyway that week we spoke on the phone and everything was cool, yet 4 days later I get a "dear John" letter. The strange thing is normally I would open the letters and read them even before I would eat. This day I held it and felt heart broken. Ate my dinner watched TV and a few hours later opened it and it was as I had expected. "I don't think you should come over...."
Then last year I had some friends stay for a wedding. They had travelled from Florida. I was having a few drinks with my friend and decided to hit the sack. He stayed up and had one or two more then hit the sack. Next day he asked if anyone had died in the house. I said yes. My uncle and my father. Both in different rooms. He said it wasn't my father as he knew my father. Asked me to describe my uncle, so I did from all I could remember (it had been 12 years) and again he said no. this was older people he said. Dressed in what he describes as Sherlock holms era clothing (he's from the US) he said there was a group of them just walking through our living room and the place seemed a little hot as they passed through. The area in the room he pointed at is along the lines of where the central heating pipes in that room run through.
Its strange coz I lived there for almost 28 years and never experienced anything. The area he pointed to is also where I use to sit most of the time as a child and the seat he was sitting in was my fathers "throne".
I moved into an apartment recently and while walking alone the hall I noticed a shadow behind me. It was dark in the hall and we do have a mirror at the end which I was walking toward but from what I can tell there’s no way I could see a shadow behind me in the dark. Hell I couldn't even see myself yet felt it. Also in the same hall a few months previous about a week after we walked in I thought I heard someone whisper a name in my ear. My wife was in the living room and no one else in the house but I could have sworn I heard the name colm. I don't know anyone by that name. Never have.
Finally when I was younger I had a friend from Ohio. We use to write to each other a lot. One night I remember having a dream. I was being chased through a forest by a pack of wolves; I came to a stone bridge over a stream and felt safe. One of the wolves also came to the bridge but didn't step onto it. It just looked at me. I can't remember the rest now it was 15 years ago. But in the next letter my friend described this old bridge she had found just outside her patents place in a small wood. The area was almost like in my dream.
15 years later and after 12 years of no contact I decide to Google her. I came across a name, wrong surname right date of birth from a city close to where she lived. Same maiden name though I didn't know she had married. There was a photo on the gallery and one was of a guy and a woman but the woman face was obscured by her blond hair. I knew instantly it was her and wrote to her immediately (I know I sound like a stalker) it was her. Married with 3 kids but living in Florida not that city I had got the contact details for.
Shortly after we start writing again I have a dream, a girl the looks like her but isn't her is chased this time through the streets. By her side is a wolf though the wolf is protecting her. She comes to a rest and the child turns out to be my friend and the wolf me and we hold each other and I fell though I am protecting her. I don't hear from my friend for a week so I wrote and asked what was up. Turns out the night I had that dream she found out her husband had a tumour behind his ear.
about a year ago i was going through a really bad patch, to the point where most nights i would fall asleep wishing i wouldn't wake. lots of fighting with my wife that sort of thing, had lost my jod and so on. anywat one night it got so bad that i started to bit at my wrist and digging with my nail (they where red for 2 days after) i found it hard to breath and i kept wishing i wouldn't wake. then all of a suddon i fely at peace with myslef and my life. i started to cry and fell asleep and dreamt of my father. nothing in particular just his presence around me making me feel safe and comfortable. in a way he never did when i was a child. even though we would spend lots of time together he never was one to express affection, he was always one to leave the affection to my mother. if i fell and got hurt he would be like "suck it up ya didn't loose an eye or anything". but that night i felt so mush love and forgiveness. When he died i refused to carry his coffin and have always hated myself for that. but now i don't because instead of carrying teh coffin i was beside my mother when she needed me, up until then i felt shame over my actions. but since that dream i felt it was right for me to do that.
the parts about the dreams probably belong in a different section but thought i'd include them.0 -
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This is a great thread! I've enjoyed reading everyone's experiences.
I'm going to share a few of my own, if you don't mind.
I live in Florida. Back in the 1960's and 70's there was a chain of state run mental insitutions for children called Sunland. There were Sunland hospitals in most major cities in the state. In the late 70's, two of the Sunland hospitals in Tallahassee and Orlando were completely shut down and abandoned based on accusations of patient mistreatment.
I grew up in Orlando and went to university in Tallahassee. By the time I got to Tallahassee, the Sunland building had been abandoned for about 20 years. It was run down and just about the scariest looking place you've ever seen. College and high school kids loved to go there at night and explore the place. It got so bad in fact, that when Tallahassee built a new police department, they built it right across from the old hospital to deter trespassing. The building, being so old, is falling apart. It also has an asbestos problem, which is partially why it hasn't been torn down yet (apparently no one can figure out how to take it down without releasing all of that asbestos into the air).
Throughout my years in college, Sunland was a favorite midnight destination. I've only been inside of it once, and I got a couple paces into the front lobby before turning around and walking out. I wanted nothing to do with that place. Looking at it from the outside was good enough for me. No one's ever seen anything, and no major accidents have occured in the Tallahassee location (unlike the Orlando Sunland, which I'll get to in a minute). But I've visited Sunland on many different occasions, with different friends. I've had three separate friends, who don't know each other, talk about the fourth floor. All three of them used the same word to describe it - malevolent. Nothing was seen, it was just a feeling.
Now the Orlando Sunland has a little more of a story. It was torn down in the late 90's after about 20 years of being an abandoned building. It too was frequented by teenagers and college kids looking for a scare. However, it was finally torn down because a horrible accident occured; a college student fell down an empty elevator shaft and was impaled through the leg and back on sheets of metal at the bottom of the shaft. He wasn't killed, but the injuries were very severe. It was all over the newspapers and city commissioners insisted the building had to go, so it did a few years later.
The interesting part of the story - according to the police officers who arrived on the scene, they were delayed in getting to the man because they had spotted a young child on the top floor through a window. Before they could go to the man in the elevator shaft, they had to make sure no one else was in the building and at risk of getting hurt, so they went to look for the child. They didn't find anybody.
At worst, something very sinister once lurked the halls of Orlando Sunland. At best, we all learn a very important lesson about why one should not go exploring old, abandoned buildings.
There are several webpages dedicated to Sunland, a google search for Sunland mental hospitals will turn them up.
Some personal experiences I've had: as a child, I used to see spirits in mirrors. It was only one mirror in particular, in my parent's room. They stopped coming when I was about 5, and I remember missing them. The house we lived in was brand new, so I don't think the spirits were connected to the house, but rather coming on account of me for some reason. I remember the most clearly a girl who was several years older than me. I remember she was very nice, but that's about all. I don't like mirrors, especially at night. As I got older, I was terrified of mirrors. I had a large one in my room, and always slept with my back to it, afraid to look in.
I also had a moment when I was about 8 years old. My family visited St. Augustine, the oldest town in Florida, settled by the Spanish in the 1500s. There's a big fort there, but also a smaller one right outside the city. My parents decided to take us to the smaller fort, as we'd all seen the big fort many times. When we got there, I freaked out and refused to set foot on the grounds. My Dad had to pick me up and carry me. I was screaming and crying - completely terrified. I remember getting to a staircase and being scared out of my wits. Needless to say, we never went back to that fort.
About ten years later I was reading a book about 'mysterious places' in Florida, and came across a picture of this fort. According to the book, that fort had been the location of a bloody Spanish massacre of French soldiers, and that sensitive people 'might' feel the imprints of what had happened there so long ago.
Anyway, sorry for going on so long! I love reading and talking about this stuff though.
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Quite a few, some more personal i dont wish to go into, the rest i suppose are not very solid.
Age 4, i remember being about to fall down the stairs in my nan's house and i felt like someone caught me and carried me down. I never fell, ran in to tell my mam and nan, they remember but put it down to an over active imagination i guess.
Age 5, my dad had a major crash in a truck. He was down the country, we lived in Ballymun. I actually dont remember this but my mam says i woke up screaming saying my Dad was dead. Few hours later mam gets a knock on the door. Dad died and was brought back and he says his last thoughts were of me.
I had the most pleasant experience in an old house in phibsboro once. Was walking down 3 steps to the bathroom (this place is now bedsits facing St Peters Church) when i felt something pass through my body. It seemed to go in the front and out my back, it stopped me and swayed me slightly i had to grab the bannisters. Sorry its Hard to explain really but it was a really pleasant feeling. Never done drugs but i imagine it was on a par to a 'rush' (Does abyone know what i am talking about?)
More recently in my last apartment there was always someone there. Her name was Bernie. Most incidents happened in the bath
. I'd get goosebumps first and well i didnt hear voices but i did,um how to explain, lets just say i knew things i shoudnt have known. A photo of me and my grandad (who died when i was 4) was always jumping off the mantlepiece and now i cant find it.
Most recently and less pleasant i suppose is the dark shape at the end of the bed. Although its been quiet here all week, touch wood 0 -
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Another thing thats always freaked me out is that my mother (using that word lightly),took me to a fortuneteller when i was 6, i don't remember much about it I just remember her dragging me out and telling me never to go to one again, she never told me what was said,even years later.
Always found it a little unnerving 0
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