Years ago I lived in an old pub; Random lights would turn on during the night, things would simply vanish from where they'd been left and the heavy brass taps on the washing machine would be turned off when I tried to start the machine, but I had several bar staff who absolutely refused point blank to enter the bottle store in the cellar after "someone" was outside the door banging the handle up and down; You might think it was another member of staff messing about yet seeing as everyone was upstairs at the time it gives it a whole new aspect.
There were so many incidents at that place though that cannot be explained such as the ghostly figure with his face pressed against the window on a snowy night that the decorators thought was their mate playing games with them - until they chased outside to find nothing there, no tracks in the fresh snow or anything. And there was my small son who told me that an old man came into his bedroom at night sometimes and told him stories. Yes it was bizarre! I found out in fact an old man had hanged himself from a rafter in an old outbuilding which might explain some things, however it does not explain why I still have stuff vanishing and reappearing in plain sight days later after I've turned the house upside down looking for said item because I have moved home four times and still I have my old friend with me - even in another country! He is obviously mine because looking back similar stuff was happenning before I left the family home to get married but I'm not bothered nor troubled by him at all
When I saw my Mum she was as real as the last time I'd seen her before she became really poorly. I sleep badly anyway waking up sometimes every hour through the night but on the night I saw her I woke with a start to see her standing beside my bed in her nurse's uniform with that serene smile on her face. It was surreal but it did come as a reassurance that she was OK and that my 'father' had been sent packing so he would not be ruining her existence there as he'd done to Her Life;
I have BTW only recently been told that my second cousin is a practicing psychic medium so I ought not to be too surprised that I have these spectral 'guests' of my own
. I'm glad to hear your mum's happy and in peace, now. That ghostly face against the window sounds horrific. I love me a good ghost story and read before about a few men who worked in the underground parts of a pub somewhere in London (not the cellar but actually underground the pub). They'd been told all the other workers quit as they couldn't handle how haunted and creepy it was and the workers laughed it off and the "ghosts are bull" usual talk until one day they saw a pair of legs walking nr them with those old fashioned (1800's I think?) Stockings that go up to the knee that men wore. It could all be fiction but made for great reading for sure!
I just looked up in this thread and that's where I saw your other post about your same experience with your mum posted on Friday.
