Originally posted by ladyinwaiting
reply to post by Dock9
Then by my (somewhat sketchy) definitions, you have seen both a ghost, and a spirit. You described the ghost well, but notsomuch the spirit who had
previous belongings in your home.
Was there a noticeable difference..?
What was your emotional state upon seeing these entities? Were you very frightened?
They were both life-like in appearance. Both male. Neither had visible legs below the knee-level
The second one (I later learned it's possessions were in our home) would be believed by 99 people out of 100 to be a living individual. He was in
full colour. His hair shone where the light struck it. He had very good colouring in eyes, lips, skin, etc. You would even have noted the faint 5
o'clock shadow (beard regrowth) on his lower cheeks. He looked like a 'real' person standing there
He was calmly considering something further along the room. One hand was raised to the side of his face, the way people sometimes do when they're
thinking, or if they're puzzled or confused
I was sitting on the sofa at the time in semi-light, drinking tea and thinking about things I had to attend to. So, I was just taking a break in
between tasks. What might be termed a light meditative state ... same state we're in when we're reading or watching tv, etc.
Prior to making the tea, I'd been using the sewing machine and iron. They were less than 3 metres from where I sat. As soon as I finished my tea, I
planned to put the iron and sewing machine, scissors, needles and pins etc. safely away in their usual cupboards, etc. I had two quite young children
and I never left dangerous objects out where they could be attracted to them
Didn't hear the ghost 'arrive'. But when I turned my head from the items i planned to put away, there he was, standing on the other side of the
room ( only a few metres away from me). He was standing next to a tall wall unit, as I say, studying something further along the wall from himself
No, I was not scared. This is the unusual thing. Most people and most tv 'ghost hunter' programmes claim it's all drama, with lowered
temperatures and ghostly carryings-on. But that was not the case for me at all
I had no reactions, no fear, no sensation of shock. Which isn't how I'd imagine I would behave. Instead, I became, to all extents and purposes, a
recording-device, apparently. I 'recorded' the ghost's presence in the same detail as one would --- in a court of law -- describe someone they'd
seen in real life
Next day, I arose as usual, made the children's breakfast, did all the usual routine things. Took the children to school. Vacuumed the carpets,
etc. etc. Shortly after 9 a.m., my friend arrived to collect me, as arranged. We loaded up her car and set off. While we were stationary at
traffic lights, she leaned forward in her seat to adjust the car radio. At that moment, the events of the night before returned to me. It was then
that I suffered the shock. I began relating out loud what had happened, re: the ghost.
My friend put the car in gear and began pulling away from the traffic lights. She turned to me and said, ' Can you hear what you're saying ?'. I
continued speaking aloud, desribing the ghost, trying to make sense of what I was remembering
Later that morning, we arrived at the home of an older woman I'd met briefly only a couple of times before. We carried several items into her home,
as previously arranged. Amongst them were several pairs of men's trousers. This was the sewing and ironing I'd been engaged in the night before.
Teh older woman had initially asked my friend (the one with me) to do the work, but my friend wasn't much of a sewer and had pressured me to do the
task. I hadn't wanted to, but I'd given in
The older woman told my friend and I that her recently-widowed daughter would be arriving soon, to stay with her parents during the last stage of her
pregnancy. The daughter intended to remain with her parents for the foreseeable future, we were told
Then, the older woman told us that her daughter's husband had died suddenly, some months earlier. We were told that he'd spent the morning mowing
the lawns and had taken a break on the verandah to cool off. He'd rested in a deck chair. His wife (the old woman's daughter) had taken a cool
drink out for him, but he appeared to have fallen asleep. She decided not to disturb him. From inside the house, during the next few hours, she saw
he was still asleep. Later, when it grew cooler, she placed a sweater over him. Later still, she went out to rouse him, because a storm was on the
horizon. It was at this point she discovered him to be dead. Doctors told her later than he'd been dead for some hours, just sitting there and
appearing as if he were asleep.
The older woman went into another room at that point and returned with a photo frame. She wanted to show her daughter to my friend. I leaned over to
look at the photo. Closest to the photographer was the old woman's daughter, in her billowing white wedding dress. It was an informal photo, the
wind was blowing and the bride and groom looked relaxed
Then I looked at the groom. I immediately recognised him as the man/ghost who'd appeared in my living room the night before. Same hair, same
height, same face, even the same slight paunch. I whispered this to my friend who was sitting next to me. She jabbed me with her elbow and gave me a
look to say, 'Shut up'
As we were leaving, the older woman walked alongside me. She was still talking about her daughter and deceased son in law (the man in the photo/the
ghost in my house). She said that he'd died almost six months earlier, yet doctors had still not discovered the cause of h is death. She said his
organs were still at the laboratory, undergoing further tests
Then, she said that the trousers I'd been working on the previous night (and which we'd just delivered to her) had belonged to her dead son-in-law.
They'd been amongst items sent by the older woman's daughter to her parents, after her husband died
The older woman had pressured my friend (the one with me) to take up the trouser-hems a few inches, so that her own husband could wear them. My
friend hadn't wanted to actually undertake the task and had afterwards pressured me to do it. Which is how I'd come to be sewing and pressing a
stranger's trousers the night before, immediately prior to the apprearance of the ghost. And now I was being told that those trousers had belonged
to the ghost, had been worn by the ghost, approx. 6 months earlier
After we left the old woman's house, I immediately tried to discuss the situation with my friend. She was the big 'ghost' fan, after all. She's
the one who was always trying to get us to take part in impromptu seances and she was the one who was always claiming that her dead grandfather was
contacting her at those seances, even though none of us could corroborate it. Yet now --- when confronted by a startling and genuine ghost appearance
--- she turned to water. She refused to discuss it. She dropped me at my place and declined to come in for coffee, as she usually did. In fact, she
was angry with me for some reason. Looking back now, and knowing her as I did (she's married to a family member) I think she was suffering mixed
emotions of fear and envy and wanted to deny and conceal both.
I collected my children from school, had our little chats and made their afternoon-tea, then they went out to play in the yard. Made myself a cup of
tea and tried to make sense of things. Got my tape measure and measured the height of the wall units. The man/ghost had been taller than they, as he
stood next to them. The older woman had said her son in law was 'very tall' and taller than her husband (which is why the dead man's trousers
needed to be shortened before the older woman's husband could wear them). The wall units were 182 cms. The ghost/man had been an inch or two
taller. So yes, he'd been a tall man. And I'd seen him
Then, I stood where the man/ghost had stood. And I followed his eye-line down the wall, to try to work out what he'd been looking at so intently as
she stood there. Only thing I could see was the first of the two chairs which sat either side of the sideboard. On that chair were two carboard
cartons. In those cartons were a dead man's trousers, waiting for me to make them shorter. Those cardboard cartons had stayed on that chair during
the weeks ince my friend had dropped them off with request that I do them, rather than her
So ... there it was. A man/ghost had found his way to my house, drawn by trousers he'd worn prior to dying. Like a homing pigeon, he'd been led to
my house from his own previous home over 1,000 km away
The ghost and I had never met in life and it's highly doubtful we ever would have done. No wonder he was confused to find his posessions in the home
of a stranger. What can we conclude from this, other than the dead man didn't realise he was dead ? And we must also conclude that after death,
ghosts are unable to think clearly. Otherwise, surely the ghost would have remained with his widowed wife, or his parents ? Or instead of trying to
make sense of his after- death state by tracking down his previous trousers, he'd have tracked down something of more personal association, such as
trohies he might have won, or he might have chosen to remain in his old office or favourite chair, for example
My friend had jabbed me in the ribs to prevent my telling the older woman that I'd immediately recognised her son in law (in the wedding photo) as
the man/ghost who'd appeared beore me the night before. My friend later said she hadn't wanted me to upset the woman. Cont.