Ghosts - What are your experiences?

What a great thread. I have lots of stories and a few personal experiences but to detail them all would take the entire night. A relatively recent one is a couple of days before my beloved Grandad died a couple of years ago. He was particularly close to his sister Nora who had died decades previously in childbirth and days before he died he used to call for her repeatedly and saw her at the side of his bed. At the funeral his other sister told my mother and I that in those same few days preceeding his death, Nora's photograph, which had been on her sideboard for years, was literally flinging itself of the sideboard repeatedly, day in day out. Every time she would pick it up and place it back to where it was, the same thing would happen. Nice to know he would be looked after when he passed.

Miss Fluff wrote:

What a great thread. I have lots of stories and a few personal experiences but to detail them all would take the entire night.

We have all Eternity.

Last night I was driving back from doing some shopping, and when I was near home I felt a presence in the car. Now I know they can show up anywhere so to speak, but this for me was unusal and I got a little angry actually. I did ask the spirit to introduce its self but it wouldn't give me a name, so I told it baiscally to get out. I felt bad for doing that but at the same time I thought, I dont want this happening while kids are with me just in case I get caught unawares and jump while driving.

Has anyone experienced them popping in while you are driving?

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.

ats wrote:

i was at a wedding a few years back in Kilkea castle in Castledermott. that place is suppose to be haunted. i stayed in the castle itself. didn't ge a wink of sleap all night was scared sh1tless LOL. half the castle is closed off because of the supposed ghost.

I got married there last year. stayed in the bridal sweet but couldn't sleep eather (not for that reason) I went to teh toilet in the middle of teh night and teh bathroom was bloody freezing, its in one of teh turrets. as i came out i looked out one if teh arrow slit windows and turned and saw someone infront of me. i couldn't breath only for i just went i probably would have peed myslef. when i managed to breathe again it turned out my waife had decided to go to teh toilet too and i hadnt heard her get out of bed.

buit all that night i was restless and felt someone in the room. a woman i think she had dark hair (my wife is blond).

anyone know any histroy of teh place? i think its suppose to be haunted by a boy who died during a fire or something.

I also stayed in teh Hollywood Roosevelt hotel. the 13th floor is suppose to be haunted, i think my Marilyn Monroe. we stayed on teh 12th, couldn't sleep my first night either. hotel staff hjoked it was probably teh ghost and i told them no it was the macheniary for teh aircon over our room LOL

Has your BF experienced anything in his House?

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

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

Kind of a ghost story - maybe should be in the Christianity forum!

About 20 years ago a little lad from our road died from Leukemia when he was 6. He was (obviously) very sick a lot of the time and the priest would often spend time with him and the family. Naturally, they were always positive with him and once when the subject of mortality was broached the priest said that of course he was going to be ok but even if he did die he'd be able to see Jesus and heaven was a great place etc.

He took a bad turn and was taken to hospital. He was very weak and drifting in and out of sleep. The family and priest were by his bedside and he said to the priest "remember you told me that if I died I'd be able to see Jesus?". The priest said "yeah that's right" and he said "well you were wrong cos I can see him now". The poor little lad died about half an hour later.

The other night I put the two kiddies to bed and decided to go to bed early myself with a good book. Of course the kids decided to play up so after going into their room and doing the whole mammy giving out thing I went back to bed, when I got into bed I sort of closed my eyes for a second and sighed "time to relax" and opened my my eyes which fell on the door way (which was wide open) and I saw the head and shoulder of a man peeking around the corner, now this was solid not shadows or a glimps, he moved very slowly out back and was gone. I know no one was in the hall as I had just come from the kids room and the position he was in meant the lower half of the body would have been in front of the kids door which was open as well so they would have saw him, but they were still playing happily in the room.

When i was about 23/24, I lived in a rented house on north cirular road with 3 of my mates,ok, we were a LITTLE wild,disrespected the house with parties ect. Anyway,we had 2 bedrooms and a kitchen,so we turned the back room into a living room and dragged all the beds into the front,the back room was always cold and we hated it. We were all in the front room talkin one evening when all of a sudden the stereo started pumpin out music,well, we leapt like nobody, it was playing a tape,so it had to be manually started, we were so afraid but we soon got over it.Another night this happened again,so we got a little freaked.Another day, i went to open the front window,i couldnt, we went to check it out and it was nailed shut, we really freaked out this time as we had it open the night before,all blaming each other for doing it,all denying we did. I also had my very first OBE in this house too, it was always cold,even in the summer......so we finally moved on,got the message.

p2kone wrote:

this is as true as god!

in an estate in westmeath their was a girl renting a room out in the town and one night she was woken up by a girl with long hair looking through her wardrobe, the girl froze in the bed said nothing that night.

the next morning she was talking to the landloard and was asking about a girl with long hair etc ... turns there was a girl a few months back renting that room who died in a swiming accident !!!

she promptly moved out.

same thing happened to me except the girl was.......me wife.lol.sorry could not help myself.

Archeron wrote:

When my mum was in her early twenties, her and her sister were walking through Dublins O Connell Street. At roughly the point where the floozie in the jacuzzi statue used to be, there was a bench. On it sat what they described as an attractive young woman with jet black hair. They say they were concerned because of the fact that she was combing it with a big black comb. They caught her attention, at which point she changed into a venomous looking hag, and she hurled her comb at the two of them. She missed, but less than a week later, their brother was killed by a bus in the very same street. I always found this strange, cos if it was a banshee, its the first time I've heard of one appearing in such a public place. I have heard tales of these things before, but with the exception of the above story, always in spooky settings such as forests, fields etc.

This is not true at all the Banshee will appear anywhere, and of course usually to a family member of someone who is about to die. My own father claims he heard the Banshee in the garden of the house he grew up in when his mother died, and several times after for other family members who passed on. Also my mother gets a sence of someone in the room with before a family member dies, i was witness to this only last year when my uncle passed on in Tipperary my home county and my mother was staying with me in Cork and came out of her room during the night saying someone had been in there with her. She then rang home to check if all was ok only to find my uncle had died. I have myself in the past got some very strange feelings and smells that just make you uneasy.