Well, I have related my spooky experience to you, the tale of the second haunting. There are those of you who will believe, there are those that will disbelieve, there are those who will not be interested.
Now, I am passing it on to you. I would very much like to hear about any strange experience that YOU or a member of your family have had. Or, on the other hand, if you have no ghost story, you can tell us what you are frightened of. I do not mean things happening to family, health or similar problems. It could be spiders, snakes, horror movies. You decide what you would like to share and I will be happy to read it.
You can either let me know in comments or leave a link to your journal so that I and other readers can come and share.
After all , there must be something you are frightened of..........
In the meantime I will leave you with just one little tale. When Becky was small, around the age of four, and she got tired of the garden she would spend a long time playing in her bedroom with her many toys. One afternoon I went upstairs to get something from my bedroom. I heard her chatting away and, pleased that she was having fun, I stopped to listen assuming that she was playing with her dolls. Her door was closed so I stood with my ear to it. I was quite surprised when she seemed to be answering questions. She would say something and then seemingly wait for a reply.
Well, children are supposed to have imaginary friends, I know I did when little, but something struck me as odd about this. She was answering in a very grown-up manner, I was spoken of, Mike was spoken of. It went on for some time. I was astounded because of the way she was speaking, not the way a child talks to an imaginary child friend.
Eventually it stopped. I opened the door and went in. I asked her who she had been speaking to. "Oh, the nice man with the birdie" she replied. "Birdie" I queried, "what kind of birdie?". She replied that she did not know but it was a pretty birdie all green, red and yellow. She then told me that "birdie"was sitting first on the man's hand but then on the man's shoulder. My heart gave a little leap. "Becky, what did this nice man look like?" "He was like Daddy". "What do you mean, he was like Daddy." She pointed to her head and explained he had skin showing through like her Daddy, loss of hair.
I quickly ran into my bedroom, took a box from the top wardrobe shelf and rifled through. When I found the picture I wanted, I took it into her, very casually, not to pressure her or alarm her in any way. She asked what I had got in my hand. I showed her. She jumped up and down and clapped her hands. "That is him, she said, that is the man with the nice birdie" I can assure you that little Becky had never seen the photograph before. In fact, I had not looked at the family photos for some long time myself.
The photo I had shown her was of my beloved Uncle Bill who was never without a parrot. He died in March of 1968 and this was 1975! No, I was not scared. I loved my Uncle Bill very much, he had a heart of gold , a wonderful sense of humour and was a true character. It gave me a lot of comfort to think that he was still watching over us.
Here is the very photo:-
Bill and his beloved friend.
Now, like I said - over to you................
12 comments:
My dad says he saw the ghost or spirit of his mum 6 months after she died. He was walking in the street and he saw her on the other side of the road...she spoke to him and told him everything would be alright. He strongly believes that this was his mum.....it might have been that he was so upset because of her sudeen death (she died when he was only 18) that he was traumatised and this was a way of dealing with it in his own mind....I'm really not sure though and having never seen or experienced anything ghostly I'm not sure I actually believe in it.....I am very scientific so I tend to need proof of things before I believe in them.
My dad has also had a few precognitive dreams which is very weird....I remember one morning he was tellin gus about the dream he had that night of a huge plane crash...then when we saw the news there had been a plane crash in the early hours of the morning....spooky huh?!!
love Amy
I did see a lady in a long lavendar dress in the park one day. She disappeared when she crossed the road. There were no trees or anything else for her to disappear behind. I mean she disappeared!
I already told you about my Mum - about her Mum passing away, but then appearing to my Mum to tell her that she would be OK - and that's the only one I have! I've never experienced anything myself, though I do believe. The scared thing, I'm scared of moths, they terrify me, but butterflies are fine. And I'm scared of the dark, but not when I'm in bed. Ooh yes, and rollercoasters!!
Sara x
That`s even more spooky... but in a nice way. I truly believe that spirits of loved ones are never to far away from us, watching over us. I will tell you more later..!
Love Sandra xxx
I've often heard kids are more open to these kinds of experiences...they haven't become disbelieving of their own senses yet, like adults become. I have one sort of spooky tale, but I am saving it for Halloween next. LOL
Love all this spooky stuff and yes, I do believe people have "experiences" of varying kinds.
Sylvia x
Thats a lovely picture of your Uncle Bill.He looks so warm and friendly.Like you I would have been comforted to know he was watching over your little girl.Nothing spooky has happened to me like this ever but I love to hear about people experiences .Only thing scary that did happen was when I lived in a twelfth floor flat and was making my way to the lift with my toddler son.The lift doors opened . . and there was no lift! Just a massive drop! OOH my heart was racing with fright of what could have happened if my son had ran in to the lift.
That is pretty awesome! I believe you.. I'm going to recount some tales in my journal soon enough in response to your entry.. :) Mel
Very similar to yours, my oldest son was 3 at the time, awaiting speech therapy assessment because he didn't talk and we found him sat on the settee, facing the chair in the bay window , chatting away. I asked him who he was talking to, "Nanny" he said. We were living in my Grandmas house, who always sat in that chair but she had died 18 months earlier. The grandmas in our family had always been called nanny but my mum didn't want to be and she is Gran so he had never heard it as far as I know. Really spooked me, and I can't explain it.
Wow - I'm amazed at how many experiences you have had. Unfortunately I'm a kinda open sceptic but have never felt or experienced anything. Saying that though one night when I was in bed I heard a voice. It sounded so real that I thought someone was outside - quite odd!! Otherwise I'm scared of spiders which is really silly coz they're scared of us aren't they??!!
Wow what a wonderful thing to happen! Uncle Bill is still watching over you and your family...what a nice comforting feeling ;o) I am definately going to do an entry about one of my more recent "experiences" as soon as I get my children fed. I'll send my journal link when I'm finished. You are such a sweet inspiration!! ;o)
Love & Hugs,
~Angel
I don't have any ghostly stories to relate, but I am deathly afraid of spiders. I know it's because of all those legs and the fact that they are so ugly. I don't care how tiny they are, either. Can't stand them.
There's one other thing, a recurring dream I've had. Usually I am at my mother's house, and in the last few dreams my family is with me, but my mother has already passed on. We are sitting in the living room, which was very cluttered, always. We're trying to decide how to go through all the stuff to decide what to keep. Suddenly I am over come by a terrible, frightening sense of evil lurking somewhere in the house. It's a prescence I can feel, although I can't see any one or any thing. No one else is aware of it, but I am rooted to my chair, frozen with fear. Around that time I wake up, my heart pounding, still very afraid, but I can't put my finger on what it is. I'm sure a psychiatrist would have a field day with that dream. I have no idea what it means, but I sure wish I could figure it out. I will say, though, that, after my mother passed on, I left behind a lot of things I probably should have taken, because I couldn't not bear to spend much time in the house. I attributed that to the fact that I was hurting so much because I had never gotten to say good-bye to her. But who knows...? Also, my mother did tell me that several times she would be in the kitchen and things in the dining room went flying through the air, as though being thrown in anger. The cats would run and hide when this happened. So, you see, it was her who had these experiences and for some reason this sense never got passed on to me. Maybe because I am too much of a "fraidy cat" and would probably die of a heart attack on the spot. Seriously.
Susan
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