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Ghosts, spirits, a presence, call them what you want. When they appear, we know something strange is happening. Family, friends, strangers. We feel them. Sometimes we see them. It seems they remain among us even after they've passed.
Read what others wrote when spirits appeared:
Native American Spirits Protecting their Land?
I was hiking alone in a National Monument site that was once occupied as a village by Native Americans, in New Mexico. I was taking photos as usual with my 35mm SLR camera. The people not only had pueblos and ceremonial centers in the valley, but also had carved out caves for various purposes from the cliff faces. Well, I thought it would be clever to get inside one and get some good shots of the ruins down below. So I climbed up there and crawled into one of the caves (you are allowed to do this in some of the lower caves). I took a few shots, and then for some inexplicable reason, decided that I needed to open the back of the camera. Needless to say, I immediately overexposed the two shots I had just taken. I had never done such a thing before or since, but I wonder if someone or something was reminding me respect their home.
— Howard in Conn.
A Spirit Prepares to Pass
I awoke to an image of a young boy looking at me. Two days later an acquaintance passed away. During the service they showed a slideshow, and the boy that had visited me was a younger version of the acquaintance.
— Rhonda in Canada
Grandmother's Good-bye Touch from Beyond
My grandmother passed suddenly recently. She use to state right from the get go that she just saw her doctor and she was in great health, every time we used to call her. She was sharp as a whistle. After she passed I kept seeing out in the corner of my eye that there was a presence, but every time I looked in that direction I saw nothing. I would say out loud, I know it's got to be you grandma. This continued for two weeks.
I was talking to one of my neighbors outside, and she asked me if anyone was standing behind her because she felt a presence, and I said no. She actually turned around to double check that no one was there. Finally, I mentioned to my neighbor that my grandmother had passed and we were talking about it. I didn't think too much about it, until I left to go inside the house and I then decided to call my neighbor to let her know that must be my grandmother saying good bye to me, and at that very moment, I felt a heat sensation on my arm like she was touching me and letting me know that she is there and was saying good-bye. Since then I haven't experienced any more presences.
— Michele in U.S.A.
Lots and Lots of Spirits … a Pattern of Appearances
Hi everybody—I have seen, felt, and smelled spirits lots in my 48-year lifetime … and because of that, I'll just share small fragments of just a few …
When I was in the 9th grade, I was home recovering from same day surgery. My mom and I had just gotten home and I went straight to bed, per doc instructions. My mom walks into my bedroom to ask what I wanted for lunch. She left and I laid down and pulled the covers over me. As soon as I did that, I became instantly paralyzed and I freaked out. The only thing I could move on my body was my eyes, and they were as big as dinner plates. I could feel myself panicking. Then a flood of questions poured from my mind. As I lay there totally immobile I felt myself bouncing all around inside my body from my head to my toes … it was almost as if I was trying to break free. I couldn't yell for my mom or anything. My eyes darted all around the room hoping to make some sense of what was happening to me. Strangely enough I could hear my mom fixing my lunch in the kitchen, then I found myself slowly calming down. When I was at peace, I was "allowed" to—don't know how i did it though—spiritually look to my left, and when I did, I could see through my bedroom wall to the front door of our house. There stood, phew, many, many, many spirits. They were dressed in coats, hats, mostly Caucasians, and they were talking and laughing, but it seems like they were waiting for something, a train maybe. Then all of a sudden, whoosh, they seemed to be sucked through the front door, towards me, but were averted down the hall by my bedroom in the direction of the bathroom at the end of the hall. I guess once they all passed by, I was released from what I always felt to be a large hand covering me.
The same thing happened two years later while in the 11th grade while I was living with my aunt two streets over from my mom's house: Paralyzed by the hand, panicked, calmed down, allowed to see spirits, whoosh they went by, released from the hand. This time I was alone with my infant.
A year later at my own residence, it happened once again. I had just come home from work, went home to lie down before picking up my son. I plopped face down on the bed, and as soon as my head hit the pillow I was paralyzed—hand covering me and panicking. Because this was the third time it happened, I was used to this strange experience. I gave in. My thoughts completely changed from the first two times when it happened; they now were What's going on now? This must be what happens when you die, back to what's happening … As soon as I said that, somehow I was allowed to rise up and turn around just in time to see the spirits passing through … bunches of them … then I calmly laid back down until they finished. Then I was released.
The next time I felt it happening about two years later, I cried out, "God, please, no." That was the end of that! Yesssss
Ghost in the Courthouse Elevator
In the spring of 2007, I was working at … (deleted for privacy) as a stenographer. It was Monday morning and another court reporter and I were heading out to the elevators to go to our assigned courts. We were laughing and talking, passing through two locked doors carrying our machines. As we headed in the direction of the elevators, the doors opened, so we picked up our pace to catch it, simply because it takes a long time to get the elevator again with so many people trying to catch it, from seven different floors including the basement, on a Monday when the courthouse docket is extremely busy. I'd say we were about 15 feet away when this gentleman walked quickly from around the corner and got on the elevator. Beth and I picked our pace up more, and something happened that never happened before—ever.
As soon as he got on, the doors shut quickly. Beth and I kinda had puzzled looks on our faces, and I thought how rude, so we kept talking, put our machines down, and as soon as I reached to push the button for the elevator, the doors magically opened. That's the only way to describe it, simply because it takes forever for those doors to close and open, and yes, there is an Open/Close button, but it's useless, not to mention aggravating. Beth and I stopped talking. Our eyes came out like organ stops.
There was no man in sight in the elevator.
We did not move. Just looked inside of the elevator, then got on as if nothing happened. Funnily enough, we never mentioned it to each other at that moment. Guess it was the shock … dunno.
Beth confessed to me later that day that she even looked in the roof of the elevator to see if he went up through one of the ties, thinking that maybe he was a repairman or something. We did end up discussing the whole thing later with the other 16 reporters.
I'm pretty sure that I haven't seen the last of spirits on earth.
— Mona in Pennsylvania
Thanks for writing! Great stories. Excellent descriptions. Read more from Mona: More than a Chilling Feeling on our Altered States page. Or leave a comment on Ghost in the Courthouse Elevator posted on our blog Dec. 2, 2011. — Kat
Deceased Feisty Grandpa Breaks Glass to Communicate
I was my grandfather's first grandchild, but he died a month before my first birthday, and so we never had a chance to know one another. He had made a violin for me though, and it, among other things, including his and my grandmother's wedding pictures, were given to my father because Grandma had to move in with my aunt and her husband. The pictures, 16" x 20" were in white frames, and had hung in an unused room upstairs as I was growing up. In my early 30s my parents gave me the pictures when my family had visited them one summer. On the long trip from WA to TX in the back of our station wagon, upside down to protect the glass in them, somehow, the glass on Grandpa's picture was broken. I had it replaced and hung the pictures in our hallway. Only weeks later, Grandpa's fell from the wall, and again, the glass was broken. The wire holding the picture had broken.
One day a friend came by and I showed her the two pictures and told her what had been happening. Neither of my parents had good feeling about Grandpa, so I made the comment that he must be "living up to his poor reputation," kind of thing. My friend looked shocked and said, "Maybe he's trying to contact you." I immediately felt a sense of wild joy, and had the realization that what she'd said was true.
From then on I felt Grandpa was with me (I actually believed he might be "My Watcher," until another situation occurred when I was 52, in the realm of reincarnation, that changed my mind. And my watcher remains with me.) From then on his picture stayed on the wall. Grandma lived into her nineties, and the wire holding her picture, put there when she was nineteen, had never been replaced.
— Wilma in Oregon
Good to hear from you, Wilma. — Kat
There's more to the "Watcher" story. See two chilling stories on our Altered States page: "The Watcher" and "The Watcher Returns."
Signs and Wonders - Thirteen Lilies in a Texas Drought
About 3 years ago, I moved my mom to Texas with me so I could help care for her as my dad passed away and she was becoming ill. For 3 long years I watched my mom—best friend—suffer … dialysis, stents, a broken hip and diabetes. Last March almost a year after the hip fracture while at the dinner table, she began to choke. My 5-year-old watched her face turn blue, as I struggled to help. The paramedics arrived; by that time my mom had a seizure, and her heart had stopped. They started her heart twice, got her to a cardiac trauma center, cryotherapy was used and she was I medically put in a coma.
Week after week … nothing. Finally they figured out she was non-convulsively seizing the entire time. Docs wanted me to consider the options. Brain dead they say … anyway, from March to June, no change. Finally she came to. "She won't remember you, she's brain dead," they say. God became more and more of my daily life, despite doctors' professional opinion, my mom spoke. She said she loved me and my son … was scheduled for intensive rehab, but passed away the day before.
One week after her death I receive 13 lilies in my back yard during the worst summer drought in Texas. Three weeks later … I sit outside crying and looked up to see a bush in my back yard … was cut down in may … had grown in the shape of a heart, with heart-shaped leaves on the trunk shaped like a 'U'. Three weeks later I am outside and see a vibrant red cardinal fly right over my head.
Before she died, like a week prior, I had a dream she passed. It has been three months since her death and so many changes have happened to my psyche. I recently dreamt of my mom, my ex-boyfriend, my son (with religious symbolism). I woke up several times, just to fall asleep again and again continuing the same dream!! I know my mom was telling me something…
— Rose in Texas
Ghost in the Shower
The year was around 1996. My boyfriend and I moved into an apartment in a nice suburban neighborhood with our 5-month-old Yorkie. I remember it being a Saturday afternoon, I was walking in with a couple bags of groceries. I can see that my boyfriend was in the washroom and turned the handle to let him know I was home, but the door was locked.
The shower was on and the light shined from under the door.
I started to put the groceries away when I can hear someone opening up the front door to our apartment. In comes my boyfriend. I told him to hold on as I walked over to the washroom. The door was opened, light was off and the shower was turned off as well.
This really did happen as I had so many creepy things happen in this apartment.
— Kate in Illinois
Has anyone else noticed that more than few ghosts and spirits hang out in washrooms? Thanks for writing! — Kat
Two Ghosts at Augustine Beach - "They just disappeared!"
(edited for space) It's been over three years that me and my boyfriend went out to dinner late night, and since I was getting into paranormal research, I decided I would bring my camera and recorder along, so after we ate we could do a little research. But then we decided to go fishing after eating. So we went to Port Penn, Delaware, Augustine Beach, and there we got our stuff ready to go fishing, and after a while I was getting bored not catching no fish, so decided to let Bill fish. As he sat there fishing I got my recorder ready, and asked if there was any beings or entities here with us and that I would like to communicate with them as I was recording. So then I turned off recorder, and then took some pictures. It was around 2:00 in the morning so it was pretty dark out. Bill was only sitting about 5 feet from me as I was standing there looking at the pictures I just took.
I noticed a man no more then eight feet from me who looked just like my boyfriend. In fact, I thought it was him, never turning my head to see Bill sitting only five feet from me. As I watch who I thought was Bill my boyfriend, I just was thinking, What is he doing? And then it looked like he had a lantern. But I knew Bill didn't have one, so I figure it was his rod he was holding with a fish he had caught, and that maybe a light was reflecting on it.
Still not once looking to where Bill was sitting, I just was watching this guy who I thought was Bill. Then I noticed a bright green light coming from the side of this guy. It was almost as if the light was coming from the ground up the side of the guy's leg, and then all the sudden there was another taller guy. They never once said anything to one another or to us, and the whole time it was like I couldn't keep my eyes off them. But notice the first guy never even made eye contact with me or the other guy with him.
As I watched the guy, who seemed to come up from a green light, started to walk away with the first guy, who looked just like my boyfriend following behind him, with his head down like from the beginning. Then the second guy, who seemed like he was in charge so to speak, stopped, and the guy behind him stopped as well. Then the second guy that seemed to be in charge looked dead in my eyes and we both just stared at each other. Then he turned and other guy turned and they started to walk away. It was then I seemed to wake up, and turned to Bill and whispered, "Look!"
As Bill turned around and seen them, he replied, "It's time to go!" He said I looked white as a ghost, and took me to the truck, and said, "Lock the doors while I get all our stuff." When Bill came back, he said, "That is crazy! They are gone and there is nowhere for them to go but the water. It's like they just disappeared." So we just got up out of there as fast as we could, and didn't say much the whole ride home.
— Debbie in Delaware
My Brother's Spirit - Appears to Talk, Warn Me and Protect Me
My brother died when I was 13. His death hurt me a lot because we were very close. After his burial we went home and from so much crying I fell asleep. I thought I was dreaming, but I saw my brother at my window waving at me. The next morning we were all in the kitchen and someone tugged on my pajama, but nobody was behind me. The days after his death left me broken, suddenly I felt him so close.
— Madelyn in New York
Thanks so much for sharing your experience. — Kat
There's more to this story. See it on our blog's Friday Ghost Story: Brother’s spirit talks, warns—and protects (posted Sept. 23 2011)
Little Girl Ghost in the Mirror
My paranormal story began when I was ten. It's been two years since but I wanted to tell my story. It was a stormy night and I was able to fall asleep instantly. I was dreaming at first then it turned into a nightmare from there.
I was having a nightmare about a little girl maybe two or three years younger than me. I couldn't get a specific letter of a name, but she was in a nightgown. I believe it was white and she had dark hair, brown or black. I kept getting a name, Sarah. That was the name I got from a whisper. The only way I saw her was because of my mirror. I have a mirror right next to my door. I looked at my door where she should have been standing—but no one was there. I looked in my mirror and she was staring at me, and then she smiled and disappeared.
I woke up staring at my closet and I turned my head towards my mirror and saw a piece of white cloth disappear. Since then, it happened again on the 17th of July.
— Megan in Missouri
Great story Megan, it's also posted on the Dreamwatch BLOG Friday Ghost Story: Little girl ghost in the mirror (July 22, 2011) and maybe someone will leave a comment.
Mirrors creep me out so much that I rarely look at them. I like that Sarah's name was whispered to you, and love how the white cloth disappeared. I can imagine it whisking away. Thanks for writing! — Kat
Anguished Man Haunted Painting
I've been experiencing a lot of paranormal activity centered around a thirty-year-old painting I own called The Anguished Man. You can read the full story (on YouTube: Anguished Man Haunted Painting).
I have recently recorded some more footage and it is probably the best footage I have recorded so far. I set the camera up again and recorded for four hours over five consecutive nights. I recorded between 1:00 a.m. and 5:00 a.m. because this is when the activity seemed to be more prevalent. I recorded several strange whispering noises and other unexplainable sounds. I also recorded what appears to be something moving in front of the camera. I have no explanation for the events in this video.
— Sean in U.K.
Faceless Ghost - Bad Fashion Never Dies
Over the past two/three nights I have been suddenly waking up to "see" someone standing next to my bed. It is usually just a shadowed figure. However, last night I woke to a faceless man in a blue plaid suit, walking past my bed and through the wall. These dreams startle me awake, but I don't have a feeling of anxiousness when awaking.
— Barbara in Florida
I'd be startled too. What kind of guy wears blue plaid suits? Yuk! Apparently harmless, though I wouldn't encourage him to hang around. (No offense meant to you guys who wear blue plaid suits.) Thanks for writing! — Kat
A lifetime of Apparitions, and Unexplained Sounds and Smells
Well I don't know if by the end of this story I'll sound more or less crazy?? I have had a lot happen over the years in regards to things I can't explain to myself or other people.
The youngest I remember hearing things was 9 or 10 (years old, now in mid-twenties). We had a long hallway from which each bedroom was off it. I would hear dragging kind of sounds up and down, didn't matter if I shut my door, they would just get louder, as well as the ticking of a grandfather clock. We never owned one but it would tick before, after and during the dragging sounds. I still hear them to this day, they get so loud I have to rub my ear until I fall asleep.
This hallway would haunt me for at least five years, my best friend and I would feel things coming up behind us. My ex-boyfriend was with me when we heard someone cough behind the door—we were the only ones home. There were two doors into the lounge—the hallway door and another glass door—through the glass door I saw a man standing there, with shoulder length hair and a brown jacket—I did not recognize him.
I moved into the spare room in the garage, I would hear things falling on the car, shuffling through the tools on the work bench. Anytime I went (and go out now), I can stand for ages in the one spot just staring into space, as if something is staring back at me.
I have moved houses over the years and whoever it is, follows me everywhere. I shut a door to the bathroom or my bedroom and I hear footsteps running and bang into the door. I see more and more things flash out of the corner of my eyes. I've seen a white face right next to mine, I turn to face it but when I do, it disappears. I have stood asking out loud for things to show themselves but they don't. I have smelt burning drifting around me.
This happens when I'm awake. When I dream, it's of places that I have yet to visit and when I do eventually visit them—I remember my dream prior to going to that place—it can be months in between.
It would help me a lot if you could comment or offer me some advice. Thank you!
— Nicole in New Zealand
I'm always thrilled to hear from distant friends. Thanks for writing! I'm fascinated by your unexplained sounds and smells—a common manifestation. I've experienced the same: smelling pipe smoke and flowers, hearing scraping like a metal trash can against asphalt. Lately I've been hearing a flock of birds, non-stop—don't know what that's about.
Instead of asking the presence to '"show themselves" try asking it to leave. I once had to evict a ghost. To see what worked for me, check out my BLOG Friday Ghost Story: The Butler Ghost - Part 2, posted March 11, 2011. I wish I had more answers. I'll add your story to a blog post, maybe we'll catch more comments. See May 27, Friday Ghost Story.
Read more from Nicole in New Zealand on the Altered States page. — Kat
Grandfather's Ghost Visits Child
About 12 years ago when I was 8, I had the most terrifying paranormal experience in my life—only because I was young back then and ghost stories were so believable. Anyway, I spent the night at my grandmother's house as I did every other Sunday. There came one Sunday, which was the last Sunday I spent at my grandmothers—due to my encounter that night. My grandfather had died a year or two before that—and that night that I spent at my grandmother's is when he came to visit. I know I wasn't supposed to be scared because I knew it was my grandfather and that he would never hurt me … But I couldn't help it since it was my first paranormal encounter.
That night, as my grandmother and I were getting ready for bed, I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. After I was finished, all of a sudden, I felt a heavy weakness encompass me. It felt as if something were wearing my whole body and mind down, and I had struggled in moving. I immediately felt feverish, warm, with a heavy headache. That's when I knew he was there. I started crying and tried getting out of the bathroom and as I did, my grandmother rushed to me, shocked, and asked what was wrong. I couldn't even say anything and tears kept falling. My grandmother felt my body, my head and my face, and I was very hot.
She knew immediately as well, that my grandfather was there…. So she told him to go away and she even used hand gestures by pushing him out of the room. She brought me back to the bathroom again, held me tight, and told me it was okay.
I called my parents that night and begged them to come pick me up, but it was already late, so I waited till morning for them. That was the last night I spent at my grandmother's!
— Elle in California
I'm sure the incident was terrifying to experience at 8 years old. It would scare me at 60. I wonder about his visits to your grandmother when you weren't there. It sounds like his spirit still felt right at home, even after he died. Thank you for sharing your story! — Kat
Afterlife Communication - Mother's spirit comforts daughter after violent death
(Edited for privacy.) Two weeks before I turned 11, my mom died … Between the loss of my dad (four years earlier), and the violent way my mom died, I would be scared to even walk down a dark hallway, I was just creeped out! Also, I had this feeling like, how could my mom just leave me? It's like she could feel my sorrow, and she wanted to make me feel better. I started having these most vivid dreams that were very NOT dreamlike. In fact, we had a place … where my parents were building our dream home. It sat high on top of a mountain, and sometimes in the mornings the clouds would actually be below you, it was truly breathtaking. Even after my parents died I'd often … spend the day and I'd ride my horse and just reflect on things; it was a comforting place to be. When I began having these dreams, … they were so vivid & I could actually feel myself there—this is where my mom had them take place. She was wearing what she had on at her funeral and had a turban like cloth wrapped around her head like to cover the bullet wound. (I'd often think about how icky it was at the thought of her been shot in the head.) My mom would tell me how she never meant to leave me, and I'd make myself wake up and instead of this helping, it actually freaked me out more! … I believe my mom knew that it was scaring me because the dreams became less frequent. …
At the age of 13, I took a summer babysitting job where I had to be there at 5:00 a.m., and after the kids' mom would leave for work I'd fall asleep on the couch, until I'd awake to the kids calling my name. Like any other babysitting day, after the mom left I laid down on the couch and fell asleep. My mom came to me wearing the same thing, even the turban thing! She sat right next to me on the couch, for whatever reason I felt calm. What was really cool was I could either lay there and look into her face when we were talking, or I could float up into the corner of the room and look at us both there on the couch, me laying there and her sitting there. My mom told me that she had been trying to reach me for so long, but she said she could tell it was scaring me so she wasn't able to tell me or show me all that she needed to. She took the turban off her head, and leaned over & showed me she no longer had a hole in her head, the wound was healed. She told me she never meant to leave me, how much she loved me, and to tell my brother and sister she loved them too. She shared how wonderful Heaven was, and could not wait to all be together again. … Finally, she told me it was time for her to go. She said to not be afraid of her coming to me in dreams. She said I'd never have a dream about her again. She kissed me, again, said she loved me, and said, "Shar, the kids are going to call for you now,"… and I heard, "Shar, Shar, Shar!" I flew up, felt such joy, tingling all over! I couldn't run to the phone fast enough to tell what I just experienced to anyone who'd listen! To this day I've never had another dream of my mom, nor do I believe any of those were dreams at all. In fact, my mom told me they weren't when she visited me that last time. She wanted to ease my heart and made certain to let me know this world is NOT all there is.
Has anyone ever had such an experience? Also, does anyone know of someone who does (investigates) psychic cold cases? Thanks for listening to my very long story, God Bless You All!
— Shar in Oregon
Read the story DREAM OF FUTURE EVENT - FATHER'S DEATH on the Premonitions & Psychic Dreams page. — Kat
Unexplained Grief - A spirit connection? Parts of the same oversoul?
(My story) has started since a person that I never met died (last year). When I heard about his death, I felt incredibly sad, even though I didn't know him. … Seven months later to the day of this person's death, I came across material and photographs of this person. Suddenly something inside of me snapped …
Do we live other lives at the same time? In the same place? Read this story from South Africa on the Altered States page. — Kat
Spirit Dressed in White - A spirit guide to the next world?
My dad was dying of lung cancer. He was in my home as that was our wish to care for him. Two days before he died at 8:00 a.m., I was sitting in my kitchen looking out to the hall and a person dressed in white walked through my hallway. I do not know what it was. No one was in my home—only me.
— Jacqueline in N. Ireland
I'm sorry for your loss. I've heard stories like this from nurses/caretakers in hospitals/nursing homes though they are reluctant to openly admit it. Also, "WHITE DOG" is a paranormal animal story with interesting similarities. (See the Pet Ghosts page, just a thought.)
Dream Warning - an auto crash - and the dreams that came before
I had a recurring nightmare 7 years ago at the age of 36 of my husband who is now 55 having a car accident. I had this dream 5 times over a period of a month and on the impact would wake and sit upright in a panic and sweating. This dream seemed to last for just seconds and was identical every time. I was suddenly (sitting) in the back of my husband's car but in the dream I was actually aware that I wasn't actually in the car but just an observer. All I could see was my husband and out the windscreen. All of a sudden a red lorry came towards him and hit him head on. That's when I woke in a sweat.
Three weeks after the dream had stopped, we went on holiday with our daughters and grandchildren. I travelled down with my husband, and the others in their own cars. We all arrived safely and I didn't give the dream another thought. We had a great holiday and were all in the cars ready to travel home when my stepdaughter came to the window of our car and said her husband didn't want her and their 8 month old daughter in their car because the seatbelt had broken. I offered to swap cars and let them travel home in our car and I go in theirs. We set off and about an hour into the journey we were on the motorway and my husband was travelling behind us. I just happened to glimpse into the passenger wing mirror and observed a red van hit my husband's car. How my husband and the van driver got off the motorway without any other cars being involved was beyond belief and nobody was hurt.
The crash wasn't exactly as the dream but I felt like it was a warning. My mother told me that at that exact time, my father appeared before her who passed 13 years ago. She phoned me and told me this before I had a chance to tell her about the accident. I would just like to add that this is the only car accident that my husband has had and he has been driving for nearly 40 years.
— Della in England
Wow! That's a great story (especially because no one was hurt). Maybe your father was preparing your mother for the news. It's a comfort to hear that loved ones who have passed are still around. — Kat
Afterlife Communication - Talking with deceased relatives
I spent most of my life as a non-believer of an afterlife. Not till I was in my forties did I realize for the first time that my deceased relatives were talking to me. The turning point was, one night I asked my grandmother to help me with a problem, curious to see what would happen. She had died some 6 years before and I was very close to her. I heard words in my head about my life now, and then the next night, information on my future. I did not believe I had heard anything, but was simply talking to myself. Some three months later I saw a spiritualist suggested by my daughter, and had completely forgotten about that night. However was stunned when she repeated what had been said, word for word. That my grandmother had visited me, only at night. That she was in the room. (I had asked her to show herself if she wanted to.) And that she had told me two things. One about my current life and one about my future; and then repeated what I had been told that night!
No-one could have known that not only had this occurred, but what she had said. I was amazed. And what is even more special, is that as now I truly believe, it seems to allow communication with them, and now they continue to talk with me at times, often helping me when I need help. So I say to you all, have faith, as they are always there, and really do live on. And what's more, will always help you in times of need. God bless.
— Lynn in Thailand
Lady in White - Spirit sent to help us pass?
My mother died last year at 94 years of age; she was in the hospital because of a heart attack. She had been living on her own. In the hospital, family members and I kept vigil and it was common to see hospital staff enter the room to check on her or to perform various procedures. One night I was seated in a chair next to my mother's bed. I may have drifted in and out of sleep during the night. Around 3:00 AM my mother asked who was that lady dressed in white standing by her bed? I said no one had entered the room, they would have had to walk right in front of me, even disturbing me if I had fallen asleep. It wasn't a nurse dressed in white. It was a lady. The next morning my mother felt better than she had felt. She felt great. She talked to the doctor who had come in to discuss options regarding her health care. Then my mother even felt well enough to get out of bed. She died 15 minutes later. No one knows anything about the lady dressed in white who stood by her bedside.
— Donna in Conn.
A Ghost Story: Ghost in the Mirror
(Edited for privacy.) One day, my grandma's mother died and she was very sad. Three years after, we went to Manila; when I was the only one left in the living room, I heard a noise in the bathroom. I looked inside but I didn't see anyone in there. When I looked at the mirror, there was a woman staring back at me and I heard her voice talking to me. I ran upstairs as quickly as I could. I went to bed and closed my eyes; then (the next day) I told my family what I saw and heard that night, but they didn't believe me. My mother said, "That's what you get for watching horror films."
— Lawliet in Philippines
Afterlife Communication - A father's spirit visits his child
My son passed away 2-1/2 years ago. It was a motorcycle accident. It was 5 days before Christmas and he was a policeman. My granddaughter was 10 months old at the time. Now for the past month she has been seeing a policeman in her room. Even if she is at her other grandmother's house. She is three years old now. Is it possible that my son is visiting her? Her mother has asked her what the man looks like. She doesn't say. Her mother has also heard her talking to someone on several occasions. When asked who she is talking to, she says her daddy.
— Rhonda in USA
I'm sorry for the loss of your son. My grandson sees his other grandma who has passed. I think we should encourage discussion, listen, and believe the children's claims. — Kat
A Ghost Story: "I Am Not Dead."
In my dream a person came to me and said, "Joe Jones will be coming to see you. There may be others who come, but you need to be certain it's really Joe." A while later I was with Joe, and we were talking. I had been housekeeper for the elderly Joe and his wife. After Joe died suddenly several months earlier, his wife was having a difficult time. I told her that Joe was still with her, and that he would be there for her as long as she needed him. So as Joe and I talked, I asked him, "What's it like where you are now?" I'm very curious about everything and am always asking people questions. His answer was quite adamant, and very surprising. He said, "I am not dead."
— anonymous in USA
Wow, this is a great story. Joe's body is gone but Joe lives on. Let's hope! — Kat
Afterlife Communication - Talking with the dead
I'm 16 now but ever since I could remember, I knew what was ahead of me from dreaming—I knew from every last detail. My parents were afraid of me when I was little telling them I talk to great grandmother who has been dead for years and years before my time. As time went on I found out I could sense how people felt and if they were lying or not. On September 26, 2007 my grandmother died from cancer at 4:03 a.m. 3 hours before that, she came to me telling me she was going to die, and then I woke up crying. I ran toward my dad's room and woke him up telling him she was going to die. He looked at me like I was crazy. 3 hours later she died. My dad looked at me with fear and ever since I am able to talk to the dead. You may not believe me or what I just typed to you but I do not care it's the truth and I'm sticking with it.
— K.T. in Alabama
A Ghost Story: Protected by Friend's Spirit
(September) Since I woke up I felt very cold not wanting to get out of bed. As I was driving to work I had the air off and was wearing a long sleeve shirt with pants. For some reason, as I was driving I started to realize that I felt something cold on my right shoulder. I tried to ignore it and pressed my shoulder harder on my chair so it would be warm but it was still cold. I started to feel very strange and wasn't sure if it was the presence of a spirit or not but I felt awkward, protected, and a warning at the same time. I started to drive slow due to the fact that I was on I-75 and cars were just zooming by. A very good friend of mine passed away in June. Not a day goes by that I don't think about her. I think of her more when I'm driving especially due to the fact that she died from a car accident that happened almost right in front of my house. I pass the street everyday and it always reminds me of her. I have felt that I have been protected in other occasions and have almost been pulled away from a car accident. I tried looking up online to see if anyone can explain this to me. I was told today that on your left shoulder is your devil and on your right shoulder it's your angel. I'm hoping I could maybe get an answer from you. I appreciate the time you take to read this! Thank you!
— Tania in Florida
I hear similar stories all the time. I'm convinced that something is going on. I believe that spirits watch out for us ... angels, ancestors or friends, call them what you like. — Kat
A Ghost Story: Farewell Kiss - After partner died
My best friend and partner died on June 9th, 2008. I loved this man more than any other person in my life, I knew him and he knew me better than anyone. Before his death, we were having problems … intimacy issues. We hadn't kissed each other in quite a while (at least on the mouth, we would kiss each other on the neck and cheek). A few nights after he passed, I had a dream that he looked healthier and he kissed me passionately on the mouth and we made love passionately. This was something I hadn't experienced with him in quite a while. I feel like, he came to me to say good-bye and give me the kiss and love I was longing for.
— Amber in New York
A Ghost Story: Husband's Presence
MY HUSBAND PASSED AWAY AND FEW MONTHS LATER, SOMETIMES I FEEL A TOUCH OR TAP ON MY SHOULDER OR LEG. WOKE UP NO ONE IS AROUND. I THINK MY HUSBAND IS TELLING ME HE IS AROUND WATCHING ME.
— Dottie
Afterlife Communication - from those who have passed
I have paranormal experiences with friends and relatives that have passed on. This didn't start until I was in the 11th grade. It started with me feeling someone touch me in my sleep, or half-dream state (like when I have my visions). I would wake up and no one was there, but I felt a presence. They never tried to hurt me, except one time when it felt like there was someone sitting on my chest choking me. When I graduated from high school it became more of … I knew the person that had visited me (relatives and friends). They are always telling me something, like they are trying to warn me.
— K.T.E.
A Ghost Story: Husband Ghost
One day when my friend's boyfriend visited her in her house, her boyfriend saw her deceased husband in the room while they were kissing each other. Her boyfriend told her, "I will pray for your husband." Why did my friend's husband appear while they were kissing each other?
— anonymous
Maybe he wanted to see if she was happy. I don't think ghosts get jealous. I think that's an Earth thing. — Kat
Vision of Man in Shower
I was in the shower one night and it was just me in the house I didn't think much of it when my shampoo fell I bent down to pick it up. As I got up, the shower water became cold so I turned to the tap thing and put it back on to hot water but now I was getting scared. That's when I saw the outline of a man. It was small at first, but gradually got bigger and a face appeared. It looked like an older version of my brother. It was wearing a cloak. I stood still. When it left, I ran into my bedroom and stayed there until my family returned.
— Emma
Football Field - Vision of deceased uncle
I saw white birds, and I saw my deceased uncle's face flying with the birds. I was 8 years old and played football. While I was on the football field I had the vision. I had seen him before on the field, it was not the first time.
— Joseph in California
Afterlife Communication - Man in Photo - Friend's Deceased Grandfather
When I was going into 8th grade (I am now 37), I went over to a girlfriend's house. She moved to her sisters house in NJ from Texas. I ALWAYS had a knowing yet at the time I was more concerned with sitting in her kitchen and just being a typical teenager. In a quick, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you in there." I waved very embarrassed at a handsome gray hair gentleman in the living room who was enjoying and almost giggling along with us girls in the kitchen. My girlfriend said, "Who are you talking too?" (I said,) "I don't know. Who is that? That man right there?" When I turned around he had vanished. I described the pin stripe three-piece suit (that he was wearing). White hair, pinky ring. (My friend told me) That was her grandfather who had died!!!!! He was buried in the suit I described and they brought out a picture. I get chills to this day. I never knew she lost her grandfather or any information.
— anonymous
Call from Beyond - Deceased father visits daughter and granddaughter
Just a couple months after my father passed away, I found out that I was pregnant with my second child. One night my husband had to work late so my daughter and I were alone. That night, after I put my daughter to bed, someone came to me (or at least that's what I think). I sat there at the beginning of the evening feeling sorry for myself that my father wouldn't know about his upcoming grandchild. I cried and told my father out loud that I missed him very much. A while later, the TV turned on by itself—or off, I don't remember which. Then I felt the touch (a light touch on my shoulder). There really was no cold or warmth, just a touch. Later that night while I was sleeping, I dreamed the telephone was ringing. When I answered it (in my dream) it was my father telling me that he was very proud of me. In my dream I told him that he couldn't call me, he was dead. Then he told me that was exactly how he could contact me. The next morning my daughter (2-1/2 years old then) woke up and told me that her Papa had visited her that night. When I asked her what happened, she just said that he told her he loved her and then went away. Nothing quite like that has happened since.
— anonymous
A Ghost Story: Goodnight Kiss - Deceased grandparents visit
My father is more of a psychic than me. When he was a child, he saw apparitions. He was sleeping when he was 6 and saw a green glowing light. The light traveled to his sisters bed and took form. It was his grandparents leaning over and kissing his sister. They looked at him and vanished. He told his parents about it and said they were in funny looking robes. Then his parents told him that his grandparents had been in a car wreck and died. When they were buried, dad said they were in the robes he saw them in.
— Jeff from Georgia.
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