My mother says she saw my grandmother clear as day around 3 months after she died. She told her that she was ok and no longer in pain and how she should stop grieving (my mother was finding it very hard after my gran died). My mother is almost embarrassed about it as she feels she’ll be mocked, but is insistent how real it all was.
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I don't think anyone should mock someone for seeing a loved one. It provides comfort even if some don't think it's real.
I remember my mum calling me once to say that she just walked into the living room and smelt my nan. She had passed away about a year previously but my mum suddenly smelt her. Her perfume, face cream, just her overall smell.
She also had a vivid dream where she saw my grandad in the front garden of her childhood home. He was dressed in clothes he worn back in the 70s when my mum would have been a teenager. He came up to her and asked her if she was alright. This was about a year after his passing.
My dad told me he saw a demon face come at him and fly away not long after my mum went into a care home. I think it was just him feeling guilty that he couldn't care for her any longer, tbh.
Mum passed about a year after that and I've dreamt of her at least twice a week since then.
The dreams are always good ones, I'd like to think it's her checking in on me as we were always close until dementia set in.
Mum passed about a year after that and I've dreamt of her at least twice a week since then.
The dreams are always good ones, I'd like to think it's her checking in on me as we were always close until dementia set in.
Well my mother was real as she ever was and yes it was a great comfort to know that her peace was not going to be ruined by my goddam father again as he'd blighted her life. My husband thinks I am barmy as do my kids but hey, I feel better for it
The summer after my grandad died I had a dream that he was in his coffin in our living room and he woke up and was shouting to speak to my mum. The weird thing is my grandad was my dad's dad and I remember when I woke up thinking how strange it was that he wanted to speak to my mum. My gran (my mum's mum) also died the summer I had this dream and it was 19 years ago so I'm a bit hazy on whether it was before or after she died but I do think my grandad was coming back to warn my mum on what was about to happen - whether it was her death or what happened after family wise. The dream did end before I was able to get her but I still remember that part so vividly to this day.
I do believe that their appearances are always a wee visit
I do believe that their appearances are always a wee visit
I’m not 100% this is classed as a ghost story so my apologies if not.
About three/four years ago my husband and I and two friends had been to a birthday party at our local working men’s club, it had two floors so would often have a function on on one floor and things like bingo on the other, this particular night it had a psychic night.
At the end of the night we were waiting for a taxi in the carpark and a lady walked passed us and one of our friends commented “oh she’s the psychic” she turned and smiled and carried on walking to her car, when she stopped and turned back and walked back to us grabbing my husbands arm and said “I’m being told to tell it was him and he wants you to know he’s ok and he’s happy” she then wished us a good night and walked to her car.
We then started quizzing my husband over what that was about? And he shrugged us off saying he didn’t know and she must of mixed him up with someone.
We got in the taxi dropped our friends home and then went home ourselves when I quizzed him again as his face seemed to light up when she spoke to him so there was definitely something.
After promising I wouldn’t laugh he told me when he was seventeen he’d been at a friend from colleges house party and had gone out in the garden for a smoke and was heading back in when he seen his friend from across the street, Dave standing by the fence and had said something like “oh I didn’t know you were here you coming in?” and Dave replied “be seeing you pal” and my husband went back inside and continued with the party.
The next day his mum and dad were in the living room and his dad told him to come through as he had something to tell him, my husband sat down and his dad told him Dave had been killed in a car accident the night before.
My husband said something like “only seen him last night”
And his mum had asked what time and said the police might need to know and he replied about 11ish.
When his dad laughed and said “how many magic mushrooms did you take last night? You can’t of seen him then the poor lad was already dead”
He told me he was sure he’d seen him but said that they’d all been drinking and taking pills so as sure as he was he couldn’t be 100% and when he’d asked if anyone had seen Dave at the party and described him when he was next in college no one knew him.
I remember him saying she probably pulls this stunt with loads of people but did question how she would of known? As there’s no way the psychic woman would of known Dave and it had happened back in 1999 and other than telling his mum & dad he’d seen Dave at the party he never mentioned seeing him to anyone else as he’d just thought he must of got mixed up.
As much as he would never admit it deep down I think it brought him comfort that Dave was happy and that he had seen him that night.
About three/four years ago my husband and I and two friends had been to a birthday party at our local working men’s club, it had two floors so would often have a function on on one floor and things like bingo on the other, this particular night it had a psychic night.
At the end of the night we were waiting for a taxi in the carpark and a lady walked passed us and one of our friends commented “oh she’s the psychic” she turned and smiled and carried on walking to her car, when she stopped and turned back and walked back to us grabbing my husbands arm and said “I’m being told to tell it was him and he wants you to know he’s ok and he’s happy” she then wished us a good night and walked to her car.
We then started quizzing my husband over what that was about? And he shrugged us off saying he didn’t know and she must of mixed him up with someone.
We got in the taxi dropped our friends home and then went home ourselves when I quizzed him again as his face seemed to light up when she spoke to him so there was definitely something.
After promising I wouldn’t laugh he told me when he was seventeen he’d been at a friend from colleges house party and had gone out in the garden for a smoke and was heading back in when he seen his friend from across the street, Dave standing by the fence and had said something like “oh I didn’t know you were here you coming in?” and Dave replied “be seeing you pal” and my husband went back inside and continued with the party.
The next day his mum and dad were in the living room and his dad told him to come through as he had something to tell him, my husband sat down and his dad told him Dave had been killed in a car accident the night before.
My husband said something like “only seen him last night”
And his mum had asked what time and said the police might need to know and he replied about 11ish.
When his dad laughed and said “how many magic mushrooms did you take last night? You can’t of seen him then the poor lad was already dead”
He told me he was sure he’d seen him but said that they’d all been drinking and taking pills so as sure as he was he couldn’t be 100% and when he’d asked if anyone had seen Dave at the party and described him when he was next in college no one knew him.
I remember him saying she probably pulls this stunt with loads of people but did question how she would of known? As there’s no way the psychic woman would of known Dave and it had happened back in 1999 and other than telling his mum & dad he’d seen Dave at the party he never mentioned seeing him to anyone else as he’d just thought he must of got mixed up.
As much as he would never admit it deep down I think it brought him comfort that Dave was happy and that he had seen him that night.
Defo a ghost story and a good heartwarming one at that!
I love this thread! Read it most days . I haven’t had an experience but find myself sometimes wishing I would or feeling almost ‘jealous’ (too strong a word really) of those who have. I guess I just feel w bit sad that someone are having some sort of contact from a loved one and I would lov that.
My father died aged 33 when I was 10 years old. He died of sudden adult death syndrome. I am now 31, married with w toddler and another baby on the way. I think of my dad so much and would love the chance tk speak to him; or ask him questions. I hate that as a child I took it for granted that he would always be there. I don’t remember his voice; or his laugh. I remember always being a daddy’s girl and have memories together but it’s the small things now like his smell etc I wish I could recall. I would love to have some sort of contact but I don’t know where to start in finding someone to help without risking being taken for a ride! I don’t know anyone that could recommend someone.
I don’t know why I’m posting really - please keep the stories coming! Both heart warming and chilling and spooky! Some amazing and frightening experiences documented here!
My father died aged 33 when I was 10 years old. He died of sudden adult death syndrome. I am now 31, married with w toddler and another baby on the way. I think of my dad so much and would love the chance tk speak to him; or ask him questions. I hate that as a child I took it for granted that he would always be there. I don’t remember his voice; or his laugh. I remember always being a daddy’s girl and have memories together but it’s the small things now like his smell etc I wish I could recall. I would love to have some sort of contact but I don’t know where to start in finding someone to help without risking being taken for a ride! I don’t know anyone that could recommend someone.
I don’t know why I’m posting really - please keep the stories coming! Both heart warming and chilling and spooky! Some amazing and frightening experiences documented here!
Before my husband and I got married, we stayed in a villa in Tenerife with a group of friends. The Villa was beautiful and huge. Each couple had their own bedroom off of a big square landing. Hanging on the wall up there was a picture of a man sitting in a chair. It gave everyone the creeps.
Glasses would smash off of bedside tables and you always felt like you was being watched. I started having awful nightmares about the man from the picture, or I’d wake up and feel him sitting in the corner of the bedroom. My husband had a dream that the man slit my throat. It was a relief to fly home. It felt so oppressive the whole week.
The Villa was a new build, so can’t even put it down to a creepy old house
Glasses would smash off of bedside tables and you always felt like you was being watched. I started having awful nightmares about the man from the picture, or I’d wake up and feel him sitting in the corner of the bedroom. My husband had a dream that the man slit my throat. It was a relief to fly home. It felt so oppressive the whole week.
The Villa was a new build, so can’t even put it down to a creepy old house
Has anyone had any weird feelings about places? I often go somewhere new and know exactly what I am about to see when I round a corner or something. Or I will go somewhere and get a bad vibe for no reason.
When I went to New Orleans I had dreams every night of this courtyard, I saw a lot when I was there but these dreams just left me with anxiety even though nothing really happened. I kept having this same dream(waking up and walking around a courtyard in the middle of the night) for about 2 weeks when I got home.
When I went to New Orleans I had dreams every night of this courtyard, I saw a lot when I was there but these dreams just left me with anxiety even though nothing really happened. I kept having this same dream(waking up and walking around a courtyard in the middle of the night) for about 2 weeks when I got home.
Ooh this reminds me of being on holiday in my teens.. I slept in the living area bit and got woken up through the night by the loudest creepiest laugh right in my ear
Omg noOoh this reminds me of being on holiday in my teens.. I slept in the living area bit and got woken up through the night by the loudest creepiest laugh right in my ear
Yeah! Think I just figured out why I sleep with my duvet round my head like a cocoonOmg no
My Mum was good friends with a lady she worked with called Mary who was married and her Mum also lived with them. The Mum was an Irish Catholic lady who was very controlling of Mary, she didn't like her having friends, she wasn't allowed driving lessons etc. Basically her Mum was like a jealous husband. Anyway, the Mum passed over and some years later Mary said that she came down one morning into the kitchen and her Mum was sat there in her chair, and she said to her what are you doing here? Mum just looked right at her and vanished.
She was adamant she was definitely there and she wasn't seeing things.
My Grandma said that when My Grandpa died a couple of days after her walked round the door into the room and then vanished. I think this one was most likely grief I don't know about the other.
She was adamant she was definitely there and she wasn't seeing things.
My Grandma said that when My Grandpa died a couple of days after her walked round the door into the room and then vanished. I think this one was most likely grief I don't know about the other.
When my grandad died, we went to see him in the chapel of rest. The room had such a distinctive smell to it. I'll never forget it. On the morning of his funeral, my bedroom smelt exactly the same as that room we saw him in the chapel of rest. It was the smell of the oak from the coffin, and other things that I can't pinpoint. I asked my mum to go up to my room. I didn't say anything more. She came down in floods of tears. He was with us that day. I'll always believe that. A lot of weird things happened in my room growing up (before my grandad died). A plastic tub was thrown at my head as I left the room one time (I had put it in the bin which was the opposite end of the room - I had heard it hit the bottom) a few minutes later as I walked out it hit me with force on the back of my head. Also, one night I went to the bathroom and left my TV on. My brother shouted at me to turn my TV down. The TV turned up to 100 when I wasn't in the room. The remote wasn't leaning on anything at all. There was another thing that happened that made me refuse to sleep in that room. My mind has done a very good job at repressing that memory. I would love to tap into that memory though
Kind of similar story regarding smells, my grandma passed away very suddenly while I was living abroad so I didn't get to see her until she was unconcious a few hours before she passed. I was obviously distraught and living abroad (I had to go back immediately after to go back to work) made it even harder. Anyway the day after I got back from the UK from attending her funeral I was in my room, still very upset, abd suddenly I smelt her exact smell, not sure if she wore perfume or it was just the scented talcum powder she always used, but it was so "clear" if that makes sense for a smell. I didn't see or feel anything other than that and it was very quick, but I have never smelt that same scent since
Not my story but someone I used to work with. It was a bit of a running joke that her mother haunted her spare room where she had stayed before she died. Since then, the bedside lights would turn on and off by themselves. She and her husband checked everything, wiring etc; they were touch controlled so they tried blowing on them, jumping up and down, waving at them and so on but nothing worked. This went on for ages and her two sons were rather sceptical and found it amusing that their mum thought that the house was haunted. Until she and her husband went away for the weekend and left one of the college-aged sons behind on his own. Apparently the spare room lights really gave him a display that weekend until he went in and said "please stop, Grandma; you're frightening me", after which it all stopped. He was convinced after that.
I've contributed many times but I have so many stories, mine and other peoples that I wanted to spread them all out lol
About 12 or so years ago I was in a pub in South London, it was just a wetherspoons but I think a pretty old one. I don't know whether I'm allowed to name it, but can PM if anyone interested.
Anyway I was with my boyfriend at the time and I left him to go and use the toilet. As I went in it was one of those typical pub toilets that have a door which leads to a like a little hallway and then another door which takes you into the actual toilets. I walked in, and then came out to wash my hands, dried my hands, and then walked through the door and held it open for the person behind me. But there was no one there. The whole time I was in that toilet though, I was not alone, I could sense a presence of someone else in there. I was in my own little world, and didn't assume it was a ghost, just another customer. I even saw a shadow of someone next to the doors from the corner of my eye, it was only when I instinctively held the door open after walking through I realised there was no one else there all along. This story is hard to explain I know, and no I wasn't drunk haha but all I can say is that I knew I wasn't alone in those toilets. I was so certain of it I even held open the door. It was a very strange experience.
This story that happened to one of my best friends when she was around 4. She told me years and years ago and still talks about it now. It still haunts me and I'd suggest not reading this at night as I personally find this one as creepy as hell. When she was at nursery school her and friends were taken to a park round the corner for the afternoon, again this was in South London (again PM if you're interested in the park). Now just outside of the play area, there was an abandoned closed down railway line behind a fence. She looked down on the line in the distance and recalls seeing a strange, grey, jester like figure jumping up and down the tracks. But in a inhuman way, like one minute he would jump and he would be very close to where she was standing, and then another time he would jump again and be really far away down the track. After watching him for a moment, she then suddenly felt a train going past her, and heard it too. After that she ran back to join her classmates. Having been fascinated with the supernatural for years, I always loved hearing this story, and one day many many years later, she took me to the park. It was still exactly as she remembered, the only difference is is that the train line is now in use , and the fence to view it is all covered with brambles and bushes so its hard to see onto the tracks. (We did try in case the jester figure was still there Hahaha) We didn't see anything but the park does have a strange vibe. I can't explain it. There was one odd occurance when we were there, in that there was an old man in the park at the same time as us. We noticed him and then turned to do our usual looking down the tracks, when we turned around the man had gone. We looked in all directions as he literally would not have had enough time to vanish from sight but he really had. We checked all directions but he had gone.....
It could be our imagination because of my friends history with the park, maybe we try to make spooky things happen because we want to lol, but we both definitely saw that man. We still visit the park now, we call it spooky park, and we only visit it on miserable rainy days lol, it just suits the tone. (We are weirdos I fully admit.)
About 12 or so years ago I was in a pub in South London, it was just a wetherspoons but I think a pretty old one. I don't know whether I'm allowed to name it, but can PM if anyone interested.
Anyway I was with my boyfriend at the time and I left him to go and use the toilet. As I went in it was one of those typical pub toilets that have a door which leads to a like a little hallway and then another door which takes you into the actual toilets. I walked in, and then came out to wash my hands, dried my hands, and then walked through the door and held it open for the person behind me. But there was no one there. The whole time I was in that toilet though, I was not alone, I could sense a presence of someone else in there. I was in my own little world, and didn't assume it was a ghost, just another customer. I even saw a shadow of someone next to the doors from the corner of my eye, it was only when I instinctively held the door open after walking through I realised there was no one else there all along. This story is hard to explain I know, and no I wasn't drunk haha but all I can say is that I knew I wasn't alone in those toilets. I was so certain of it I even held open the door. It was a very strange experience.
This story that happened to one of my best friends when she was around 4. She told me years and years ago and still talks about it now. It still haunts me and I'd suggest not reading this at night as I personally find this one as creepy as hell. When she was at nursery school her and friends were taken to a park round the corner for the afternoon, again this was in South London (again PM if you're interested in the park). Now just outside of the play area, there was an abandoned closed down railway line behind a fence. She looked down on the line in the distance and recalls seeing a strange, grey, jester like figure jumping up and down the tracks. But in a inhuman way, like one minute he would jump and he would be very close to where she was standing, and then another time he would jump again and be really far away down the track. After watching him for a moment, she then suddenly felt a train going past her, and heard it too. After that she ran back to join her classmates. Having been fascinated with the supernatural for years, I always loved hearing this story, and one day many many years later, she took me to the park. It was still exactly as she remembered, the only difference is is that the train line is now in use , and the fence to view it is all covered with brambles and bushes so its hard to see onto the tracks. (We did try in case the jester figure was still there Hahaha) We didn't see anything but the park does have a strange vibe. I can't explain it. There was one odd occurance when we were there, in that there was an old man in the park at the same time as us. We noticed him and then turned to do our usual looking down the tracks, when we turned around the man had gone. We looked in all directions as he literally would not have had enough time to vanish from sight but he really had. We checked all directions but he had gone.....
It could be our imagination because of my friends history with the park, maybe we try to make spooky things happen because we want to lol, but we both definitely saw that man. We still visit the park now, we call it spooky park, and we only visit it on miserable rainy days lol, it just suits the tone. (We are weirdos I fully admit.)
Again probably nothing but again feeling pretty low and saw another dragonfly, again away from water
Hope you’re doing ok my darling. Take comfort in it, it shows there is a lot of love around you even if you can’t always see it. If you need to talk to someone about what is troubling you please try. There will be someone wanting to listen and help xAgain probably nothing but again feeling pretty low and saw another dragonfly, again away from water
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