True Ghost Stories #3

[moldwarp]

Just discovered these threads - I love reading and sharing true ghost stories and look forward to reading all of your experiences

In the meantime though I have two to share. Here is the first.

When I was a very little kid I had a great aunt, we'll call her Angie as that is the anglicised version of her real name (too long to keep typing out). My mum took me to Angie's house every other Saturday so my mum could clean the house, make her food and help Angie out. Angie frightened me - she was very old, extremely fat (only partly mobile, always sat on the sofa) and her house was very dark, old-fashioned and smelled bad. Most frightening of all was Angie herself, because her eyes were always fastened on me. Wherever I was in the room, no matter what I was doing, whether my mum was talking to her or not - Angie's gaze would follow me silently around the room. I can see her gaze right now in my mind's eye, nearly 60 years later. Her eyes looked...hungry, when she looked at me. It frightened me badly.

When I was 8, Angie died and my mum, my aunts, my cousins and me went to her house to box up all her stuff. My cousin and I were going through one box and I pulled out a yellow knitted toy. It was weird...hand knitted, stuffed and looked like some kind of bird/lizardy thing. I didn't like it, and it smelled bad, but my cousin was egging me on to nick it and given that my cousin was 10 and therefore a goddess in my eight year old eyes, I did so. But the toy for some reason made me feel uneasy, so when we got home I shoved it under my bed so that it would be out of sight.

(Important fact: In my culture we believe that for the first 40 days after a person has died, their soul is still very close to earth and may visit relatives and loved ones with whom the person had unfinished business.)

So that night, I woke up in the night. I was definitely awake and not dreaming. I turned round in bed and saw Angie walking towards me, smiling lovingly. She was grey, translucent and her face was lit up with joy as she walked towards me across my room, her hands held out as if to hug me. I had never seen her walking or smiling in life.

I was terrified and pulled the blankets over my head and cowered. Eventually I went back to sleep.

When I was much older I learned that Angie had a tragic life. All she ever wanted was children, but she had 8 miscarriages. The last one was so late and so bad that the doctors told her any further attempts to get pregnant could kill her. Her husband left her, blaming her for her infertility (patriarchal stupid culture) and she sank into agoraphobia and binge eating disorder. But she was haunted by her love for, and desperation for, children because she could never had one of her own.

I also learned that every time she got pregnant, Angie would excitedly knit a woollen yellow bird for her baby's first toy. She'd kept canaries as a child in our home country and was excited to share the beauty of those birds with her baby. But she never had a baby, and the woollen yellow canaries were carefully stored away but never used.

I believe that what I saw that night was the ghost of my aunt before her soul was finally translated, and that she was happy to see that a child (me) finally had one of the woollen canaries she had so lovingly created.

 

[Tretps29]

To start the thread I’ll mention my most recent experiences.
Taking my 17 month old to nursery the other morning, he’s in his pushchair, my partner & other child are both in bed so it’s just us & I always walk out the house backwards with the pushchair (easier with our hallway & high dip on door) anyway my child starts waving & laughing say BYE BYE!! To our empty living room.

I add to say both of my children have woken up in the night as babies, my eldest quite often still does laughing & waving to the seemingly empty room however, my youngest has said hi grandad to the picture I have on my bedside table of me as a child with my grandad & I have seen him in the house. (He passed away 15 years ago)

I’d probably have to get rid of my kid

not a ghost story but a weird thing happened a few weeks back.

I was driving home one evening along the country roads which I must do several times a week,
My husband and I had had a lovely day seeing friends it wasn’t late and we were chatting away.

As we approach the village before our house my husband says that’s weird why do we feel like we’re driving up hill? (We know the roads, there are no hills near us and certainly not on this road) I glance and him and I’m like meh not sure what you’re talking about
Carry on driving and a split second later Its like im transported to a completely different road, different time of day, with zero knowledge of where I am, where I am driving or where the road is taking us! It was so disorienting I can’t really explain. A bit like when you totally forget a word you’ve used forever. It was actually really scary because all of a sudden I didn’t know where I was. It also looked completely different.
It didn’t last long
My husband after the incident all of a sudden said …that was super weird I just felt like I was on a completely different road, in a completely place and didn’t have a clue where we were going.

 

[AladdinSane]

I feel you guys won't necessarily judge me for what I'm about to write but I'm really conflicted.
This year my family have had a lot of loss. Ive lost 3 close family members. One as close as August.

Anyway... the day one of my relatives died, a dragonfly came into the house. Literally 30 minutes after their passing. Coincidence? Maybe.
Ive seen robins, foxes, deer but all stuff i can explain away.

However, a few weeks ago, I asked them to send me a purple dinosaur. Sounds stupid but i thought id give it a go. Saw nothing for ages. Forgot about it. Then walked into a shop to find a huge purple dinosaur bedside table lamp on sale at the entrance.
Then today, Ive been feeling so meh about christmas. Not sure if i should be celebrating or anything.
Anyway, I asked for one of them to send me a song, just to see if anything happened. Turned on my car, not thinking anything. And the funeral song of my relatives was playing as I turned it on. And its not a common song.

 

[HoneyBee29]

Not a ghost story but I’d an early miscarriage in October last year and have attended therapy for years for various other things but my therapist told me it might be a good idea to give the baby a name but cause I didn’t know whether it was a boy or girl I went with a name that can be used for either gender so I picked the name Robin. I go for a big walk most days up a nature walk near my house and I swear the little Robin redbreasts literally follow me along that walk everyday some do come up really close too, it may be nothing but can’t say I ever noticed so many of them before, it’s comforting in a way, there seems to be way more of them I’ve noticed if I’m having a hard day.

 

[funkimunki1984]

My mum was the same, and warned me away from ouija boards! Never tried one before, I’m tempted but I wouldn’t dare!

They sell them in the boardgame section in the US. I’ve seen them in toy section of TJ maxx (TK Maxx in the UK) and they just freak me out. They’re not toys! Toys are fun, these are just conduits of destruction and despair.

I’ve always been surrounded by the paranormal since I can remember (my mum could talk to spirits and so can me and my sister) so to have them as a game just baffles me.

At the end of 2023 I had a dream that my mum had lung cancer. Vivid. As if I was there whilst she was getting her diagnosis. I rang her (she lives in the UK and I live in the US) to ask her and. She said don’t be daft! (Proper northern lass) and for me not to worry. She then told me Valentine’s Day 2024 she had stage 4 lung cancer. I dropped. All I could say was I knew it.

She underwent chemotherapy but it didn’t work. She passed May 17th. The day before I spoke to her, she was happy and smiling. She was telling me how excited she was to watch an archaeology show on channel 5 and that her friend in the hospital was going to watch it too. Drs said to come but she should be fine for a few months. I told her that if she felt too tired to wait for me, for her to go. I didn’t want her in pain. I knew she’d come back and see me so it wasn’t “the end.”

I was on the flight to get to the UK on the 16th and at 9pm I experienced turbulence on the flight. I’ve never felt anything like it. Turns out she passed at 2am on the 17th. I got to the airport with my sister trying not to tell me, she didn’t want me to cry. But her face told me and I already knew deep down. My amazing mum had gone and I feel that the turbulence was her way to let me know.

I’ve got so many stories from myself, as well as my sister and mum. Even my brother who tries to keep away from it as “it’s creepy as fook” lol.

 

[amarantine]

I’ve only just found this, I usually just moan about influencers in the other forums. But it is half term, I am ill and in bed, so why not. I love ghost stories! Just to add my few weird experiences…

I used to work at a local pub many years ago as a student and when I’d just finished uni and was waiting to start my teacher training. We all knew it was supposedly haunted but I had a few weird experiences:

in the kitchen I often heard what sounded like stacks of plates falling and would go in dreading the bollocking I’d get from my boss if they’d all broken. No plates had ever fallen. I started to acknowledge the ghost by name (I really can’t remember what the lore was about what she was called though I do remember the sordid story about what supposedly happened to her!) and she stopped making it sound like plates were crashing - she was clearly just showing us she was there!

Another time, I was asked by my boss to go get some extra chairs from the storage above the old stables for a function, which I went to do then as soon as I got to the staircase in the corner to go get them I just felt like I absolutely couldn’t go up there, it was so unnerving. I’d always gone into the bottom part of the stable for the freezer with no issues, just froze when I got to those stairs. I think I got my boss’s son to come and get them in the end, made up some story about needing two of us because the stairs were so tiny. The place was renowned for its ghost stories and hauntings and they started to do a paranormal night. One time, a medium did a scan of the buildings (including outbuildings) and identified the ghost in the kitchen but also a hostile male spirit who disliked women haunting the top part of the stables, where those chairs were. I didn’t know about him at the time when I couldn’t go and get those chairs; finding out after gave me the willies!

In our old house when I was on exam leave for my GCSEs I was mostly revising but I’d gone downstairs to have a cup of tea and was just watching telly in the living room for a bit. There was always a draught in there because it was right next to the cellar which had an old, open coal chute, and the door would always blow a bit due to knackered hinges. I knew this and never paid it any attention. On this occasion though for some reason I noticed the door move and looked up. I swear to god I saw a woman in a blue Edwardian style dress with a parasol walk across to the door to the extension, which originally would have been one of the ways out of the house. I even remember telling my parents (bearing in mind I am now 38!) and saying it must have been a trick of the light. Later on in our time in that house, dad used the living room as his office. He always smelled floral perfume in there, which neither my mum or I used (and I had moved out anyway, for the most part) and the dog never liked to be in there on her own, and she would happily be anywhere else in the house on her own. My brother (biggest sceptic ever!) saw someone walk past the door same as me. He still denies it was a ghost though. I was never scared in that house but had a few weird things happen there.

I have so many more experiences I’d love to share but I also realise this post is now massive, sorry! Blame my half term cold…

 

[CrazyGiraffeLady]

So my mum passed away at new year, a coupe of weeks ago I had a particularly bad day and was weighing up my options, I couldn’t sleep at all that night so just stayed lying in bed. I was facing my door this night and I usually sleep on my other side facing the wall. Anyway about 5am I heard someone walking softly. My door opened and there was my mum, I couldn’t speak or make any kind of sound but I had a million questions going through my mind and all she said was I love you and I miss you and then my door closed again. I woke my husband up and told him and I was explaining how mum looked, she had a nightie on that I remember from my childhood so she hasn’t owned it for 15years plus, she looked like mum just a normal person although a little pale. But she had no legs. I know people will think it was a dream but honest to god I was awake. She’s never been back since no matter how much I’ve asked x

 

[Pesky Tarian]

Earlier in the week I took a trip with the children to see some relatives, it's a trip we take twice a year and a trip I used to take with my parents when younger. The route takes us through a built up area and I always remember one particular block of flats I hated passing (although same as all the others) as they gave me a bad feeling. I can't explain it and certainly never said this out loud to anyone.

So we're driving through this area and my daughter says suddenly "I hate passing that block of flats" so I asked which and why and she thought about it and said "I don't know they just make me feel sad". How bizarre is that.

 

[Nutsymom]

So my mum passed away at new year, a coupe of weeks ago I had a particularly bad day and was weighing up my options, I couldn’t sleep at all that night so just stayed lying in bed. I was facing my door this night and I usually sleep on my other side facing the wall. Anyway about 5am I heard someone walking softly. My door opened and there was my mum, I couldn’t speak or make any kind of sound but I had a million questions going through my mind and all she said was I love you and I miss you and then my door closed again. I woke my husband up and told him and I was explaining how mum looked, she had a nightie on that I remember from my childhood so she hasn’t owned it for 15years plus, she looked like mum just a normal person although a little pale. But she had no legs. I know people will think it was a dream but honest to god I was awake. She’s never been back since no matter how much I’ve asked x

My mum died when I was 14 (freak accident where my whole family was injured, but she passed away). I was laying in bed because I had multiple fractures in hip region. I was begging to my mum to take me with her. And that very night she came in my dream just to sleep beside me on my bed, looking at me in very loving way. This happened 21 years ago. I used to get my dreams with my mum in it.
Fast forward, I had kids and around 2020 lockdown period I was going through every mental breakdown. I used to 'talk' to my mum that how she left me with all this responsibility, and she should "come back" to take care of me (honestly I feel stupid now but I was in my lowest low). One night I dreamt of her sleeping on bed, with back turned away from me, my kids were throwing tantrums because they wanted something. But my mum didn't budge, she kept sleeping throughout the dream, conveying the message that she will not always be there and I should take responsibility on my own. I haven't seen her in my dreams since that day. This feels so spooky, I feel she has finally left me and moved on in afterlife.

 

[Jelly Bean]

I wrote about something on this thread that happened to me earlier.
A few months ago I'd watched an episode of Uncanny that involved a TV. In the morning we were both woken by the TV downstairs blaring - it had somehow turned itself on. That's never happened before or since.
Anyway yesterday evening I was listening to a new Uncanny episode on the radio - about a UFO in the US. Anyway at the moment the witness said 'the lights went out' all the lights in my house went out. I nearly shat myself tbh
Now obviously this could be coincidence and an overactive imagination. Probably is. But I'd avoided Uncanny since that first thing and this was the first time I'd listened since. Which is annoying as I like it.
I just wondered if anyone else thought if you are a sensitive and receptive person you can open your mind to wierd stuff. Not necessarily bad - but odd. I can't watch any horror or occult things as I dwell too much.
I hope this all makes sense!

 

[sk8ergirl]

To start the thread I’ll mention my most recent experiences.
Taking my 17 month old to nursery the other morning, he’s in his pushchair, my partner & other child are both in bed so it’s just us & I always walk out the house backwards with the pushchair (easier with our hallway & high dip on door) anyway my child starts waving & laughing say BYE BYE!! To our empty living room.

I add to say both of my children have woken up in the night as babies, my eldest quite often still does laughing & waving to the seemingly empty room however, my youngest has said hi grandad to the picture I have on my bedside table of me as a child with my grandad & I have seen him in the house. (He passed away 15 years ago)

 

[AladdinSane]

Not a ghost story but today is the year anniversary of the death of a close family member.
I was driving to the shop and theres sometimes a lag on the car radio but usually resolves itself quite quickly. Anyway, we'd been driving for about a minute, the radio was either off or volume turned right down then all of a sudden, turns itself on, volume super loud and the song that is playing is the funeral song of this person. It was the middle of the song so cant have just been a quiet bit before the song started.
It was that loud and that random I thought it was my partner playing it on his phone through the car.
Here's to hoping its them watching.

 

[Rosie glow]

I took my mum to see a live medium show a while ago (hes been on tv)
a while after we had found out seats and sat down and just before the show was due to start an older woman and her elderly mother came over to us and said we were sitting in their seats we checked and to our mistake we were sat on the row behind the ones we should of done fair enough we moved forward they made quite a big deal about it which I thought at the time was a bit ott as half of the theatre was empty and they could of literally sat anywhere anyway half way in to the show they got choosen and had a message come through I could be wrong of course but I honestly think they were stooges and in fact part of the show

 

[Jusa]

There used to be a wonderful old lady in our town who used to read the Tarot cards. It was before the days of social media, and she always used to say to bring a friend with you so they could write down what she was telling you; she also used to only charge £20 for a reading which was a lot less than anyone else locally.

I went to see her when I was in the process of splitting up with my long-term partner, and she described both him, and what had happened in great detail, all of which my friend wrote down. I kept the notes of my reading in the glove compartment of my car, and as soon as he bought me out the house, I moved abroad. He phoned me a few weeks after I left to say he'd found a buyer for my car, and wanting to know what on earth the description of him was in the glove box, and where it had come from as it was so accurate, he was a very complex person, and I'd forgotten it was in the glove box when I left. He was so impressed with it that he went and had a reading with her.

I came back for a few weeks to visit family about a year later, and booked another reading with her, and she told me that I would shortly be meeting a man that I would marry. She described the man, and said he was quite a bit younger then me, and I told her that I had no interest in meeting anyone, especially if they were a lot younger. Three weeks later, I met my now husband who is 10 years younger than me, and we've been together for 21 years. I recognised him from her description of him when I first met him.

 

[García the Great]

My school was in the countryside and me and a friend went to the back field at lunch. We were just chatting and in the adjacent field (not part of the school grounds) about 100 m away we saw 2 horses run past. We then sprinted over to the fence and looked into said field and there was nothing in it. It’s later that we found out there were 2 horse graves on site from the 1700s. The overnight caretakers apparently heard lots of horses run through the woods at night too, at least one caretaker had to leave because he was so traumatised by it.

Another time me and another friend went out into the woods as soon as lunch break started and we were the only ones there. Suddenly we noticed someone standing about 15 m away who just looked like a shadow because of all the branches and leaves obscuring finer features. I called out and the person crouched down. It then abruptly stood up and walked out into the back field. We sprinted after it and must have emerged onto the field just a few seconds later and there was no one there.

Another time the year above us did GCSE English exam in the gym and after it finished everyone left and the gym was locked. When all the students were walking back into the school the caretaker asked if anyone had stayed behind to which the English teacher said no. He then showed them the camera monitor where you could see a blonde girl and a brunette one sitting at desks in the gym. The students and teacher all saw this on the monitor and gasped. We had an English lesson with that teacher straight after and she was in shock, she spent half the lesson talking about the incident instead of Shakespeare. Lots of ghost stories from that school.

 

[ClockworkDolly]

Today is the anniversary of my Dad’s death. A soft white feather appeared in my garden today and I would like to think it is a sign from him. I miss him so much.

 

[Rosco]

Mine isn't a ghost story as such, just a strange occurance. Quite a few years ago now, my Grandad passed away after a prolonged battle with various conditions. He was my ultimate hero and it is thanks to him, I am the man I am today. He was in and out of hospital a lot, always on a particular ward, with a long distinctive corridoor you had to walk down to get there. Fast forward a couple of years and I was making my way home from a party, I was in a pretty rough state, you'd have literally been able to knock me over with a feather. Anyway, a group of lads must have seen the state I was in and tried to take advantage and rob me, I tried to fight back but in the state I was in, I was never going to be able to cope with them all. Next I was hit by a bottle and that's all I remember from there (I was rushed to hospital, but wouldn't be aware until much later). Then my Grandad appeared on this hospital corridoor standing close to me, saying my name with his hands raised out towards me saying "not yet". Thing was, he was getting further and further away from me and I kept shouting for him as he disappeared, getting more and more agitated. as I missed him dearly. Next I finally wake up to my missus sitting next to me, I was that out of it I asked what she was doing there, as I thought she was out with friends (I thought we were at home in our bed). When I fully came around, she told me the nurses had been asking her about my Grandad and if he is able to come down. I asked her why, and she said the nurses told her, when I was uncontious, I was screaming for my Grandad, and was getting more and more upset. I then told her that I thought he came to me, but wasn't sure why until I fully came around. To this day, I don't know if I was dreaming due to the head trauma, and still mourning the loss of my Grandad. Or if this actually happened, I'd like to think the latter as he adored and lived for his Grandkids. My head looked like Joseph Merrick when I finally got home, but I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. I felt a sense of contentment and serenity, as though he'd shown me he'll always be around.

 

[Midsummer Son]

I have quite a few ghost/spirit/supernatural stories and experiences, some experienced by me directly and some by other family members:

- When my younger brother was a baby my mum's sister came over from abroad (my mum's family is from mainland Europe) to help for a week or so. The baby was sleeping upstairs with a baby monitor in the room and everyone else was downstairs, with some people in the kitchen, others in the living room etc. The baby monitor downstairs alerted the adults the baby upstairs was crying so my aunt went up the stairs to get him and as she walked up she saw a shadow of a person leave the bathroom and go into the baby's room and as soon as it went in the baby stopped crying. My aunt thought it was my mum who had gone in, but she continued to go up and when she entered the room no one was in there except the baby. Needless to say, her hair stood on end, she grabbed the baby and flew downstairs, finding my mum was down there who confirmed she didn't go up.

- In that same house a family friend stayed over not long after and she was sleeping one morning when she felt someone stroking her cheek. She opened her eyes and there was a Victorian-dressed boy standing in the room with a ball and he wanted her to play with him. Despite all this the family friend wasn't scared but I don't remember what she said about the experience ending. Obviously she didn't play with him but I don't know whether she just fell back asleep and he was gone when she woke up or whether he just vanished while she was looking at him. I could ask her the next time I see her.

- Back in my mum's country of origin, one of her brothers was alone in the house one day when he was around 8 or 9, just playing by himself in the hallway I think. And suddenly from one of the rooms off the hallway there poked out a little head wearing a hat and then it came out fully and was some sort of elf or little gnome. It gestured to my uncle, beckoned and said ''come come, come play with us" while wearing the most sinister-looking smile. My uncle shat himself (not literally) and was like ''fuck that'' and ran away. He's now in his 50s and still swears up and down that experience was real and just thinking about it makes his hair stand on end. I did some research recently and found there's a type of house spirit called a brownie. I found the wiki page, sent it to my mum, who forwarded it to her brother and when he saw it he was really shocked and said what he saw looked exactly like the first brownie drawing on the wiki entry: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brownie_(folklore).

- Another of my mum's sisters (different one to the first story) has had so many freaky experiences. She once died on the operating table and had a classic NDE where she floated outside her body, could see herself flatlining and went into the light. Another time she was driving alone and when she looked in the rear view mirror she saw someone sitting in the back who was apparently otherworldly beautiful with long, curly red hair but who looked androgynous. He/she was still there when she looked a few more times but on the 4th or 5th look it was gone, my aunt is convinced it was her guardian angel. My aunt also never sets alarms because she calls on benevolent spirits to wake her up at the needed time (haven't properly looked into it but I believe these spirits are part of Catholic tradition or folklore, they aren't just random spirits of unknown origin she's calling on!). But anyway, she says it works without fail and that when she's sleeping she'll start hearing them gently whisper and stroke her face to wake her up.

- Yet another of my maternal aunts went to her mum's apartment once and brought her young son with her (he must have been 5 or 6) and they were the only 2 people in the flat at the time. She left him in the living room while she started to clean and after a while she heard him talking to someone. She rushed into the living room, he was the only one there but he said he was talking to the little girl who lived in the flat. She obviously freaked out and when she went back into the hallway some CDs which were on a cupboard started flying around as if they were being thrown like frisbees by an invisible hand. She grabbed her son and legged it out of there!

- That same flat has had quite spooky goings on. I think it was the same aunt as above or her twin sister who as teenagers were sleeping in their room at night once and woke up to see a face high up in the corner of the room. Years later in that same room their mum was putting clothes away and just pottering around and organising stuff in the cupboards when she says someone pulled her hair from behind quite violently. Obviously when she turned around no one was there and she was alone in the flat at the time. My mum also once slept in that room and had someone grab her leg violently although she admits she can't be sure whether that actually happened or if it was a dream. I've been in that flat many times and slept in that same room quite a bit too, even as recently as last Christmas but I've never experienced anything paranormal in the room or anywhere else in the flat. Still though, many family members now refuse to sleep in that room because of all the stuff that's allegedly happened there.

- After my paternal grandmother died we were all staying the large house she and my grandad had built for themselves and in the morning one of my siblings was in the garden and on the concrete patio bit found a large, perfectly symmetrical heart made completely out of grass and what looked like bits of straw. In other words, there's no way that shape could have formed naturally or by accident. We initially thought it was our mum who had made it because she's always been spiritual, artsy and slightly loopy (in a good way). But nope, my mum swore it wasn't her. What's even weirder though is that my sibling sent the photo to the group chat, I remember seeing it but then a few months later when we tried to find it again it was completely gone from the chat photos. None of us have been able to find it again and no one remembers deleting it, why would we? Anyway, the same day as finding the grass heart we were sitting outside a café in the town centre and next to us was a tree in a square patch of earth on the pavement. And on the soil there was a piece of white string, again in the perfect shape of a heart. We can't prove it of course but we're convinced that was our nan sending us love.

- I myself have been outside my body on various occasions, although it wasn't anything to do with being ill or on the operating table. I'd always wanted to astral project but despite how much I tried I could never do it. And then one day in my early 20s I randomly ''woke up'' in the morning (it was already broad daylight outside) and I was floating in mid air in my room. But even in mid air it was like I was lying on my back because I was looking directly at the ceiling and could see the top of my bedroom door. I then rolled over in mid air to face the other way and could see my body lying in bed. I couldn't believe I had finally astral projected completely randomly and wanted to fly away and do all the cool things people say you can do in spirit form. So I started to will myself to move towards my bedroom window to fly out but for some reason it was really hard. I barely moved and only got halfway there before I was suddenly, and for no apparent reason, just dragged back into my body which jolted the body itself awake even though consciousness-wise I had already been awake of course. It was one of those experiences that felt more real than reality and not blurry or hazy like dreams often are. I can still remember it in perfect detail about a decade later and have never had as spectacular an experience since. More recently though I've left my body a couple of times, always where you're in that state right about to completely fall asleep. One time that happened and before falling asleep I rolled out my body, fell off the bed, went through the floorboards and then circled back up into my body, which again jolted me awake. It all happened totally automatically without any control on my end and was over in a couple of seconds. This falling out my body, falling through the floor and then rising again has happened a few times. Not particularly exciting compared to the first OBE but all this has left me in no doubt that consciousness does not depend on the body to exist and will continue after physical death.

 

[Ally Pally]

i do too. i’ve read too much about people who have suffered near death experiences and clearly remember seeing family members who have passed. and numerous stories from people working in hospices/end of life care who say patients start saying they can see loved ones in their room with them in the final days. i believe it and also really want it to be true

My Cousin passed away several years ago from lung cancer and was admitted to a hospice in her final days. Just before she died she asked "is this where I've got to go now Mum? My Auntie, her Mum had passed a few years previously, I like to think that her Mum came to meet her and guided her over...

 

[moldwarp]

OK sorry for double posting but I just remembered another one - this didn't happen to me but to a medium friend of mine. I've just been reading about that vile monster Kyle Clifford and the beautiful, brave family of John Hunt, and that made me remember this.

I used to see a psychic medium regularly and we became friends. She was a no nonsense Irish lady and very, very good. We were out for a coffee once and I asked her if she had ever had unwanted and unsought for premonitions and if so whether she had ever acted on them. She said she did when she was younger and learned not to 'bother' people with her insights unless they had specifically asked for them because it could create fear and bad blood. She only broke that rule once...

She told me she was in a pub in Ireland about a decade prior and it was near last orders. She was having a quiet drink when the door opened and a group of young women came in, all dressed up to the nines, clearly about to have a night out and popping in for a swift one before they went on to a club. As my friend sat admiring the girls dressed up in their finery, she suddenly had a overwhelming premonition/urge which caused her to go up to one of the girls, take her by the upper arm and say to her, in her ear, "Don't go home to him tonight."

My friend had no idea of the meaning of what she said or why she felt impelled to say it. The girl obviously thought she was some random drunken nutter, shook her off and walked away.

3 days later my friend was reading the local paper and saw a picture of the girl she had spoken to in the pub. The girl had been reported missing.

Two days after that the girl's body was found, and her boyfriend arrested for her murder. At the trial it emerged he was a vile abuser, was insanely jealous that she had gone out clubbing without him, laid in wait for her at her home and murdered her on her return.