Although I have never actually seen one, I have always believed in ghosts. I remember my father telling us a story of his own personal encounter with a ghost while he was growing up in Scotland. When he was a child he had ‘crossed over’ and came back, having to learn to speak all over again. I was brought up to believe there are many things that happen in this world that can not be explained.
My father died after a long number of illnesses a few years ago. I went to visit him in the hospital during his last days. I knew his time had arrived and I felt worried and afraid. He would stare at me as I sat in the chair opposite his bed, feeling that there was somebody there next to me. As I watched him getting wheeled away down the corridor he was tightly wrapped up. ‘I feel like a mummy’ he said; he did not seem worried as he had died before and was happy to go.
One night after his funeral, as I lay asleep in my bed, I felt something cold upon my hand. To say it was ‘icy cold’ sounds like a cliche, but it was. Not only that, but it felt like a breeze passing my hand, which I thought most peculiar. I instantly opened my eyes, sat upright in the bed and called out to my dad. I believed it was him saying his final goodbye.
Some time later, when I told my mother this story, she told me of something similar. Co-incidentally, around the same time, my sister was sitting alone in her house, when she felt the presence of our dad behind her. Interestingly enough, neither one of us had experienced this situation before or since. Was this really a ghostly visit from our dead father, saying his final goodbyes, or was it just our imaginations? Our imaginations that happened to be on a similar wavelength at the same time? (Now cue the music from The Twilight Zone :))
Do you believe in ghosts? Have you experienced your own ghostly encounter? I’d love to hear your stories.
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