I used to scoff at ghosts when I was little. When I was around 10-12, I stopped scoffing.
Our house in NZ had previously been owned by a Maori family and their grandmother lived with them. She died in what became my bedroom. One night my father nearly had a heart attack when he was touched on the leg by this old lady. Our family was severely freaked out. Word got around town, out of the blue some members of the family who had owned the house rang my parents.
Apparently the old lady had died in my bedroom while the other adults were having a game of cards. She had failed to say goodnight to all the children, who - you guessed it, slept in the main bedroom where my parents then were.
We all moved out to a motel for the weekend and the family moved into our house. Sure enough, she arrived again, and they all said goodbye. They weren't phased at all, while we were all crapping ourselves. We went home, and never had another problem again.
But never again did I doubt.
With very old cultures DA, what you experienced is pretty standard stuff.
Wow, what an interesting thread. You've all really spooked me out.
I've never really experienced anything like what you have all been describing. If I'm honest I'm not sure whether I am happy about this or upset that I am missing out.
I have always bought new houses, though, so I guess that might be a reason why. Even my parents bought their house when it was built so no history there either.
That photo of Zena, GSD, wow really freaky. I have often wondered when my dogs have just stared into space (and my kids when they were babies), what are they looking at?
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Wow GSD, your story has given me the shivers!!! I don't want to go to bed now lol!! As for your neighbours, I'd tell them. As a Gen Y'er myself, I know I'd want to know.. you never know, they might be trying to work up the courage to ask you!
As for superstitions, I never put new shoes on the table, always keep a 1cent coin in my wallet, count crows and try very hard to never break mirrors. Oh, and I won't walk under ladders. I have no idea why I do it, I just do.
When I was a younger (a teenager) I got into a habit of doing things like having every thing in an exact certain place, or having to do stuff so many times (OCD) because I thought bad stuff would happen.
on the subject of ghosts:
A couple of years ago, my great grandmother was ill and in hospital. She took a huge turn for the worse and we were told by the doctors to say goodbye. Numerous family members sat by her bedside all day and my mum stayed all night (she is very close to her grandma). The next day I got to the hospital bright and early fearing the worse, only to find her sitting up in bed eating breakfast! My mum was there, along with her mum (my grandma). All good, until Great-Grandma turns to us and asks "who were the two men who came to get me on Wednesday night" (the night she had the turn for the worse). We all looked at each other - "ah, no it was 2 female nurses who brought you into this room Nan". Nan: "no, it was 2 men, and there was a big black hole".
Right. So mum, my nan and I are looking at each other, not knowing what to think, when Great Grandma pipes up again - "was [insert another great grandaughters name here] here yesterday?". Us: "No, why's that?". Nan: "well who was the young girl here yesterday?"
We named every person who had been in that room - but according to nan, a young girl with blonde hair, about 7yrs old called Sara had been there too. We've never heard of her, and there was always people in the room with Nan!
Morning all. Sleep well ?
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