Does She Approve of the New Décor?
We moved in to my in-laws' home after their passing, and when my wife decided to change the color of the kitchen walls. After this, a door started closing on its own, and I heard my dead mother-in-law's voice talking to me, in response to a statement that my wife had made. There was also a tingling feeling across the back of my head when I heard her responding.
Did I Just Hit That?
I was driving at sunset, but the sun was still visible, when I rounded a street corner and "hit" a shadow person who had run "onto" the road right in front of me.
It was so clear, so visible that I swerved to avoid hitting it. My car passed right through it. It had a head and legs and arms and torso but it had no feet or hands and it seemed to be small like a pre-teen. Very unnerving.
Is That a Topper I See?
It was a hot summer's night, the windows were open and I had fallen asleep on the sofa.
I don't know how long I'd been sleeping but when I suddenly woke up I saw the shadow of a man standing over me. It was a black shape and he was wearing a stovepipe hat. I was terrified, and didn't sleep the rest of the night.
A Friend Beyond the Grave
When I was 15, my friend died in a car accident. I was devastated, and couldn't stop crying. One night, he appeared to me, just his head, floating above my bed. He let me know that he was okay, and not to worry about him. I was able to move beyond the grief after this experience.
A Mother's Love
Three years ago, my grandson's mother died. He now lives with me. When my grandson fell in love, his mother came to me and told me to tell his girlfriend about her. At the same time, she appeared to his father and a friend to tell them the same.
Two of us told other people before we told my grandson.
This is My Home Too
Our house was built in 1895 and the closet in the bedroom is a double door closet that juts out from the wall. We decided to tear it down and move it to the end of the room so we would have more space.
When we finished the job we discovered a small door that opened into a small closet, like the type people had over a century ago, when they didn't have many clothes as we do today. After finding this closet, I had an overwhelmingly strong feeling, both when waking and sleeping, that there were several people in the back of the house who were talking and were upset.
When my husband asked me if I felt like we were not alone, it was like a jolt.
I told him what I had also felt. I had heard and read about spirits getting upset when their previous homes are disturbed, but I had never experienced it before. I insisted that we have the small door covered back over and we even put the closet back where it had been. After that, the feelings of other people being in our home left us.
Just Weird
The house I live in now has strange things happening in it. I am not scared and neither is my family, as no harm has ever occurred to us.
Once something did whiz past me and as it did I felt a strange cold sting on my left breast, and then I went into the bathroom to check what was up. There I found three x's scratched on my left breast; the x's were there for about 24 hours and I showed them to my husband, then showed him when they were gone.
We also, hear what sounds like people having a conversation in my youngest daughter's room when she isn't home and, when I open the door no one is there. I have heard someone washing the dishes before (2 times) when no one was in the kitchen. I also hear my name being called, but no one is there either. Just weird!
Monte Cristo Homestead, Australia
I went to the Monte Cristo homestead, a place in the outback that is renowned for being haunted. I had dinner with the owner before a larger tour group arrived.
I saw momentarily a grey image of a woman at the top of the stairs looking down at the dining table. She was only there for a moment but, at around the same time, there was a bright blue ball of energy that zipped around the light above the table for maybe a couple of seconds and it made the light start rotating.
I looked at the owner, he met my eyes, and we both said nothing to the rest of the group. Later while on the tour I was in a particular room and a crystal shard that was a mantelpiece ornament lifted up twice, turned 90 degrees and then moved back down. It did not counter swing. I checked it out at close range and there was no material reason for it to have done this.
The Old Man on the Stairs
Well, I was living with my girlfriend and her 4 years old daughter. The daughter said she liked to talk to an old man who was on the stairs of the property quite a lot, so her mum and I were quite aware of something going on.
However, on one occasion when her daughter was not in the house and I had gone to bed early, I was woken by what felt like someone shaking me. I then noticed that my girlfriend was not in bed so I got up to find her asleep in the bath. I know she would probably have woken, had she gone under the water if she was a normal healthy woman. However, since then we have found out that she is diabetic and that it can be fatal if she gets tired in the bath.
The Experiences Can Happen Early in Life
When I was 10 I spent weekends out at my grandmother's house, way out in the middle of nowhere.
One night I couldn't sleep so I decided to get up and get some water. As I walked out of my room there was a tall black shadow of a man right in front of me. I didn't move; I just stood there not knowing what to do. Then, I heard my grandmother cough. Startled, I jumped and turned! She wasn't actually there next to me, but when I turned back the shadow man was gone. However, a cold blast of air rushed by me, blowing my hair back and raising goose bumps up my left arm.
This scared me so much! I have never told anyone 'til now!!
Who Is That Lady?
I was eight, my older brother was eleven, and my younger brother was six. We had just moved into a new house and because we only had one bed we had to share it.
I woke one night to see a woman standing by the wardrobe in the bedroom and she started to float towards me. I then woke my older brother and he saw her too and we started shouting for our mom. Mom came into the room, put the light on and the figure of the lady vanished. Next morning we described the lady to Mom and her partner and we found out that the figure was Mom's partner's mother; the wardrobe belonged to her. We had never seen the lady before!
A Message from Sarah
I was killing time before I had to pick up my daughter at horse camp. I was sitting alone at a picnic table in a hiking area. I was looking out at the pond and felt as though something wanted my attention.
I think her name was Sarah, and she wanted me to know her drowning was an accident.
It seemed very important to her for me to know it was an accident. I don't know if there ever was a drowning there or why she definitely wanted me to know this. Her name was Sarah and she was about 15 years old.
Is Seeing Really Believing?
I was sitting on the toilet in the Edwardian house of an old lady who was a good friend of mine (we were sixty years apart in age!)
The door to the corridor was open and I saw someone walk along it. I expected them to turn up the stairs but they didn't. When I told my friend she said, "Oh that's Mother." I didn't believe in ghosts at all at that time, although my family were said to be psychic, read tealeaves, etc. What struck me the most about this incident was the way the ghost apparently disappeared through a wall. Even now, having seen what I saw I still really don't believe in ghosts!
Get Away
Ghost! Angry ghost! He said we had his land (through a medium). It would happen at nights, mainly. He used to pin me, and my flatmate down and hit us during the night. There was deep breathing, touching too.
This was just before, during and for a short time after my mother's death. A medium advised me how to deal with the ghost. I think my Mother would have chased him away also, but on the other side. My friend and I still talk about it!
I have had other more pleasant experiences also! And some rather odd ones too!
A Visitation
I was in bed and had lots of trouble getting to sleep. Suddenly, I turned myself over and I saw a black, shadowy body shape over the top of me. Strangely, it did not worry me at the time. I believe it was my brother.
The Singing Monk
I was staying with my husband and baby daughter in a very old house in Devon, UK. It is a property owned by the Landmark Trust.
I was eight months pregnant at the time, in need of the loo in the night, but strangely I felt terrified of walking down the passage by myself. My husband kindly agreed to accompany me every night.
One night, wide awake, I heard a man's voice singing a tune I know, but the tune ended on a discord, which made it rather frightening. Then, I heard a laugh. I was terrified and could not move!
Later, my husband read the visitors' book (I had not read it at that point) and pointed out a discussion by some annual visitors, about a ghost who was described as a monk (aren't they all?)
One comment said he was never seen, only heard, and the note said: If he likes you, he will sing to you! Though I did not appreciate his sense of humour.
Unacceptable Behavior
A group of us was walking home from the pub one night. We had not drunk too much, so we were fairly compos mentis. Part of our journey to my mate's flat involved a walk through a small churchyard. There we noticed two youngsters in front of us who seemed to be wearing strange old clothes (Victorian maybe?) They looked a little bedraggled.
We started jeering at the boys, and threw stones at them - as boys will be boys. They looked at us but seemed totally unconcerned with our hostile actions. We kept following them until they went around a corner that leads to a dead end. We were only a few seconds behind them, yet when we turned the corner, they had completely disappeared.
There was a large wall that was over nine foot high, so it was unlikely that they could have climbed over it, especially in such a short duration of time. The only other way out was through us and they certainly did not come our way. To say ur group was puzzled would be a bit of an understatement. We decided to go back to the pub and drown our uneasiness with some more beer.
Convicts, A Penal Colony, and Oppression
I visited Maria Island (also known as The Isle of the Dead) at Port Arthur, in Tasmania Australia when I was about 7 years old. If you have not heard of the history of the place it was the burial land for convicts transported from England. I remember I was quite emotionally distressed by the visit to the Island. Although there were only a few tourists visiting the day we were there, I felt as though the island was crowded with people (like a very overcrowded lift) and the mood was VERY heavy.
I only knew the island as Maria Island and was not aware at age seven of its significance or role it played in the history of the penal colony at Port Arthur. I discovered (as an adult) that my mother also felt this overcrowded feeling.
A Secret No More
I was 22 years old and my boyfriend and I had been going out for a couple of months. I visited my future husband (boyfriend, at the time) at his family's home late after work one night.
His parents were asleep and we were in the lounge room talking. I leant over and gave my boyfriend a cuddle, and as I did I was drawn to look up at the corner of the room. All I saw was a man's face staring down at me. He had hippie hair and a beard. This face drained all my energy from my body, and I couldn't even get to the bathroom, even though I felt like I was about to be sick.
My future husband helped me get there by lifting me up and carrying me. I was hysterical; I told him what I had seen and what I had experienced. He said, you have just described my older brother who died in a car accident.
I said that he wasn't happy about something and that was why he had affected me so much. About six months later, my husband's sister-in-law told him that his brother had actually committed suicide 14 years prior, when my husband was only 6 years old. He was devastated when he realized that his whole family had kept this secret from him for 14 years.
I had experienced other things before this but once this mystery was answered I was good. I knew in my mind I wasn't imagining it; that's what I used to get told constantly when I was growing up - that I had a vivid imagination.
Don't Blame the Dog
I was five months pregnant with my first child, and couldn't sleep. At the time, my husband, my dog, and myself lived in a mobile home where strange occurrences sometimes happened. This night, I decided to make a cup of tea to help me relax. As I proceeded down the hallway, I felt my dog brush by me knocking me into the wall. The painting that was hanging there swayed side to side. As I turned and called my dog's name and said what are you doing, I realized that he wasn't there!
