dodger wrote:Well when i was a lad i would visit my grand mother nearly every week with my mum and she had long hair, nearly to her waist , i would comb and brush it and then put it into plats for her,
I was 14yrs old when she passed away and i'm not sure how long it was after that but our house had a bathroom with separate loo, i had just finished washing and turned round to come out of the bathroom and saw my nan gliding down the stairs with her hair flowing behind her, it scared the living daylights out of me,
As i type this it send shivers down my spine and i am now 73 yrs old but i can still see her now,
Was it her ghost or was it just on my mind? i can't say i have ever believed in ghost but !
Roger.
Roger....
This struck me at the time, but I didn't mention it then. Would you believe, my wife is currently recounting the story of her dream that her brother was showing her around his (non-existent) farm, pointing out the trees and so on. during the following day, she received a phone call to say that this brother was in hospital with cancer. Turned out that he was terminal, and when he went to a hospice, he told her that he had been thinking of buying a property in the country. The things he described about the property he wanted, sent shockwaves through her, as they were like she saw in her dream. Another interesting item was her dreaming of her elder sister, wearing a particular coat......she woke up, and was telling me about it when there was a knock at the door.....it was the sister who had not been seen for months, she was visiting our area with a friend, and she was wearing the "dream coat" which she had borrowed from a friend. Strange things do happen.
And while I'm on the subject, when I was young, probably around 5yo, I was asked to go upstairs to check on my little sister in her cot. As I approached the bedroom door, I saw plaster fall from the ceiling. I watched it fall to the floor and shatter. I heard the sound of it hitting the lino, and saw the fragments splatter across the landing. I ran downstairs screaming. Parents came back upstairs with me, to find absolutely nothing out of the ordinary; no plaster or anything.
