This thread is fantastic!
I have had a few strange encounters .
I grew up in a little village in the middle of nowhere, as a kid for some entertainment a group of us decided it would be great fun to go up the church yard just as it was getting dark
. Nothing particularly interesting happened and we soon got bored so got on our bikes to go home , the only way in and out of the churchyard was a long footpath walkway lined with big of conker trees appropriately named "Church Walk" anyway as we were going through the gate to cycle out , one of us looked behind and saw a face that was kind of lit up at the church window , almost as though when you shine a torch under your chin , we all turned , we all saw it and absolutely
tit ourselves , I've never peddled so fast in my life and I don't think any of us slept for a week. No one believed us if course but the face of a lady was at that window and it scared the life out of us.
As a teenager we would all go to closest town (I say town it's a small market type town) a few miles away , we would either rely on parents/ older siblings for a lift or worse walk the country lanes home ........ One night it was just past midnight , me and my friend were walking past the local church and graveyard down to the end of the road waiting for a lift home from my brother. A few minutes later out of nowhere I had a tap on the shoulder and we both heard a man's voice say " have you got the time love" we both stopped dead , turned to see none . Both freaked out we ran done to the bottom the road , we had to wait for my brother but my god were we pleased to see him .
The next day I told my mum's boyfriend who happens to have grown up in that town what happened ....... Much to his amusement , he told me about a local highwayman called Will Peare , he was hanged for his crimes and buried in the local church . Aparentley lots of locals have had the same experience just after pub closing , he asks if you've got the time and vanishes .
I work in a nursing home , as you can imagine we have quite a lot of passings , lots of spooky things have happened when somone is dying . I had a little lady who was hanging on for some reason , in the few weeks before her passing , she would keep telling me " I don't know who these men are that keep visiting me" When I asked her what they visited for she would say "they want me to go with them" ! This went on for a few weeks and she had no surviving family to visit her. On the day she passed away , she looked up to me and said "I'm going with them now , they've persuaded me" .
I was looking after a lovely gentleman , his wife had been with us for several years with Alzheimer's and unfortunately he was diagnosed with advanced stage bladder cancer . He had been a published author , but it was something to do with construction , one of the things he had always wanted to do was have a non fiction book published , which he just managed to do before his cancer diagnosis. He had given me a copy of his book to read and I hadn't realised untill I got home he had wrote me a lovely note inside thanking me for everything I had done for he and his wife. I set the book aside on my sideboard , a few hours later there was crash coming from the bedroom when I went in the book had somehow fallen off the sideboard , I thought nothing of it untill I went into work a few days later to be told the gentleman had passed away . And yes it was on that day , that very same evening as the book fell off the side.
My uncle and I were very close , he was almost a surrogate dad to me and treated my son as his own grandchild. We had a very close bond . We lived on the same road , and I saw or spoke to him every day . On the night he died I had put my son to bed , he was only 2 and he had a habit of waking up and climbing into my bed. It was about 9.30 I was in the lounge watching TV and I suddenly heard my son making a wheezing type coughing noise . I rushed to check on him , he was still asleep but had this funny type of cough . I was getting a bit concerned that he had whooping cough or something. Within about 10 minutes though he had settled down and was sleeping soundly . I said to my husband that we would probably be going to the doctors the next day as I didn't like the sound of that cough.
We heard not a peep from him all night . That morning he was fine ,no cough and his usual self . I had rang my uncle and hadn't got an answer , it wasn't unusual as he had some health problems so I asked my husband to pop over and check on him and take him over a daily paper. Within minutes husband rang , to say he had found him and he had passed away . After the initial shock , I had worked out he hadn't got to bed that night his bed was still made and so he had died that evening . I obviously didn't know at the time , but I'm certain the strange wheezing/ coughing episode my son had that night was linked to his passing in some way .
). I noticed that the outside light came on so assumed by boyfriend had parked at the top of the lane and walked down which is the norm to do.
threads like this! I’m completely fascinated by the supernatural/paranormal, never seen an apparition myself but I’ve had ‘feelings’ at some places I’ve been too!
although I didn't hear a voice like yours. My mum appears in my dreams most nights , even 3 years on.
