Ghostly goings on

I believe in the supernatural and my friend and myself had a ghost sighting. If I had been on my own I would have thought I was seeing things. Nobody has ever given me a logical, scientific explanation for what we saw so until they do or can then I put it down to a ghost!

PB what did you see?

I've always been a 'when i see it i'll believe it' person then had the following experiences, now I believe in the paranormal and am fascinated by shows like fact or faked.

I was on a night shift on the ward years ago and was stood at the head of the patients bed doing obs and I saw a shadow of a man on the wall hunched over with jaggedy hair being dead still, I know how on nights sometimes you can see things out of the corner of your eye, so I looked around - no cuddly toys resembling the figure, no parents had got up etc, I looked back and the shadow was still there, I left and told my colleagues, one came with me and by the time we came back it had gone. The parent who'd been sleeping right by where the shadow appeared was awake and heard us talking (quietly) about it, I explained what I'd seen and she said 'oh that sounds like her grandad, he died a few months ago, he's just looking out for her'.

A week earlier I'd been walking home and saw a plumpish man with a bowl haircut and rugby shirt standing at the front of his house (a foot from the doorstep) with his arms crossed. I blinked for a split second (as you would usually) and he was gone. Didn't see part of him going into the house or anything. He couldn't have gone anywhere in that split second.

I'm sure footlong would have plenty to say on it!

We saw a sort of faded whitish figure walk across a sort of corridor in front of us. It sort of glided by us. We looked at each other and bolted! But the only way out of the room (more like a shed, we were at a stables) was past the doorway the figure had gone past and I've never felt so scared.

We live in my late Nan's house, and my granddad actually died here. I have heard the upstairs floorboards creaking like they do when someone walks across them (they're very noisy loose floorboards, need replacing). It wasn't me upstairs (sat watching Corrie), H was working overtime at the time and was still in work, and both dogs were with me, in my line of sight at all times. If it is Nan, I kind of hope she stops to do some ironing on her way through (she loved ironing, I've never felt it, myself).

My godmother, Doris, is very spiritual and once tripped over her dog's toy at the top of her stairs. Her house, like ours, has a large single-pane window at the bottom of the stairs and as she fell, she was hurling direct for it. She said she felt "arms around her and slowed down gently to a stop" before she reached the window. She's convinced her late husband, Ted, saved her.

I'd never ever believe any of this, until I had an experience like SM. Years ago I was out walking the dog when I looked up and on the path in the distance ahead of me was a man in shooting gear. In a split second he was gone, no turning or walking away etc, just gone in the blink of an eye. It's exactly the type of clothes my dad used to wear to go shooting, and it was his bodyshape but I wasn't close enough to see if it was him or not.

My mum has similar experiences to you CE - Her how is only 9 years old, and built on land we owned which once was a blacksmith's workshop. When she knocked it down and started to build the new house, she was still living in our old house, and said things like taps were left running, all the lights were on upstairs when she'd not been up there etc. She believed something had been disturbed when knocking down the building, and it was the blacksmith's wife. I know know how she felt it was his wife and not him, but she just 'knew'. Now in the new house she hears footsteps wandering around upstairs when she lives alone. This would freak me out, but she doesn't seem to mind! And she is the most rational person and the last person I'd thought would 'believe'. When I stay there I often wake up during the night with a gasp, then lie there with my eyes shut scared rigid, but then just go back to sleep a few seconds later. Totally weird and never happens to me elsewhere!

My friend's dog always used to bark and growl (she never usually does either) at the same area of her living room. My friend didn't think anything of it, except it was a bit weird. Then she was looking after her aunt's dog who then did the same at the same spot, without ever seeing the other dog doing it, or them being there! Very weird and freaked my friend out!!

I think it's all bollox.

I'm with LP on this one, it's all nonsense. I don't believe in any kind of afterlife, ghosts, reincarnation, etc.

I had a weird experience at a wedding we photographed last year. I was in one of the underground bar areas of a local castle, just messing around with my camera while we waited to go and do the bridal preps. I was on my own and looking through the camera lens, and saw a white blob appear up high on the right, it then dropped a bit and stopped, then dropped again and went across too - I then looked out from behind my camera and there was nothing there. Wouldn't have thought anything of it, or thought it was a piece of dust, had it not stopped mid fall, then gone across instead of just down. This is also a venue where a national cricket team were due to stay while playing at the riverside cricket ground, and then left to go somewhere else as they all got spooked!!

Ditto.

And I frigging hate people like psychic Sally etc as I believe they prey on people.

Having said that, if people want to believe in it I won't hold it against them or preach about how I don't believe... If it makes people happy/gives you comfort then good for them.

I too used to think it was a load of sh*t too! Not now I don't!!

My dad used to be part of a group who invoked spirits and travelled to other planes and stuff. Its all very weird and freaky. He and my step brother used to do it together but stopped it all when I was born. He only told me because I kept having dreams about waking up and a girl being in my room and mentioned it to my dad and he said 'oh no, if there were anyone in this house I would know' and thats when he told me about his past.

I have no reason to not believe my dad. I haven't seen anything, but I have felt a presence sometimes.

My friends and I went through a stage of doing Ouija boards when we were in our teens, I think one of my friends brought one at a boot fair or something.

There is an old derelict mental hospital near where I grew up and for some reason we thought it would be a good idea to go up there when it was dark. This place was pretty creepy in daylight without it being dark or while doing a Ouija board.

I'm not sure if any of my friends were just messing around but they were very good at hiding it if they were just pushing it. We also had a rule that you were not allowed to take your finger off the glass mid session, not sure if that was actually a rule that came with the board or something that one of my friends invented, but remember the concequences of what could happen if you broke the circle was enough to scare you away from ever doing it and you had to all chant something to end the board.

We had not really had any sucess with the board previously the glass had moved but had never spelt anything we could understand (maybe it was a different language???) but that night it spelled out 'Boo Helen hide high' my friend Helen and the rest of the girls were in tears at this point so we quickly said what you had to say to finish the board and the glass shot up and smashed against the wall and we just screamed and ran like the wind leaving the board behind and that was the last time we ever did a Ouija board.

I wish my 31 year old self could go back to that night to actually witness what actually happened, if the glass did not fly and smash at the end I would have guessed it was one of my mates joking around but the glass got quite a bit of height as it hit the wall which is quite an achievement considering we each had a pointy finger on the top of it and everyone looked suitably scared after which would make one of my friends a very good actor.

Slide show of pics from the mental hospital to give you an idea how creepy it was https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1fgVhPC5MqA

Apparently when I was little (three ish) I was babbling on to my mum and dad how Victorians washed their clothes. Apparently it was pretty accurate. I described a Victorian woman (I can still seen her now as if she was real) she was called Old June and I cried when we moved house as I couldn't see her anymore.

Our old house was built on the site of an old Victorian factory.

They do say that kids are really perceptive. My nephew A talks to Grandad Jeremy (my Mum's Dad who died when Mum was 19), who's name is actually Jerry. Without anyone having told him anything one day he just pointed to the garden and said "Oh look Mum, it's Grandad Jeremy".

Once when I was nervous about driving home from my sister's house because of the weather A said to me 'Don't worry Auntie P, Grandad Jeremy is in the back' and started furiously waving at my empty car. Weirdo.