[Closed] My daughter sees ghosts

"Mrs Cutter" at my friends house (when we were growing up) used to unroll all of the toilet paper and then stack it up, perfectly folded on the floor. Could never understand the point of all that effort.
Hearing my kids talk to people in their rooms when there was no one there took a bit of getting used to.

If you [s]live in an old house[/s] [b]believe in things a six year old tells you[/b] it's just one of those things, you get used to it in the end and they are pretty easy to ignore.

FTFY.

My 6 year old and her friends assist the fairies that live in the school orchard. I'm not entirely sure why the fairies need help but I blame the Rainbow Magic books:

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In a previous house:

Next door neighbours teenage daughter killed herself in her bedroom, shortly after this family moved out and new family with 2 young kids moved in. These kids would not go into the bedroom where she killed herself because of a ghost. (new family had zero knowledge of suicide) SPOOKY!

My 8 year old recently had a dream about a land called Doughnuttydoo, where [u]everything[/u] was made out of doughnuts.

She is her Daddys girl.

When my youngest daughter was about 4 or 5, she used to see what she (and then we) called 'dotsies' floating about her room in the dark when we put her to bed. They were bright coloured spots of light, at first we thought it was her getting confused with having her eyes adapting to the dark or some kind of eye problem, but we ruled that out for definite. We could be lying on the bed with one of us next to us and she'd say they were there. She liked them, they didn't keep her awake, so we left her to it.

Years later when the girls were both at secondary school (and we'd had an extension and my daughter had moved into another room) it came out over tea one night that they'd given a name to 'Gertrude' the spirit that haunts that room.They were very matter of fact about it, and they are well-adjusted kids.
Occasionally when my wife is snoring badly I'll sleep in what is now the spare room, it's slightly un-nerving, but Gertrude has done none of us any harm. My wife refuses to sleep in there though when I'm snoring!

I saw the saw a very distinct 'figure' (the shadow of a woman wearing a Victorian high-waisted dress and hood) twice in our 40s/50s house when I was about 8/9. It didn't scare me and it didn't appear malevolent, so nothing was done.

We have over 70 of them :-/

Yeah, that beats me. 😯

I've seen a documentary on this before

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1778304/

don't worry, i'm pretty sure it was all fine in the end

Best ghost story I heard was from a Boer war cemetary beside the railway near a place called Vaterval Onder in South Africa. Friends of mine own a lodge there and the cemetary is an interesting place where they sometimes take visitors. One visitor went with her son aged about five. They'd been there a while when the boy asked: "Mummy, what are those soldiers doing?" When the Mum asked who he meant he described three characters in British Boer War uniform, two lounging under a tree and one standing by smoking. When the Mum asked what they were doing he replied that they seemed to be waiting for somebody. What's convincing is that he later described the uniform accurately to my friends despite having no interest in wars, armies or militaria. Gives me goose-bumps even now.

"Where are all the cavrmen ghosts?"

I once slept on a robbed out Neolithic burial mound.

I was a bit spooked at pissing off the original occupant.

During the night my phone lost signal once or twice. On my way home I fell off my bike...

Makes you think.

Makes you think.

That you were drunk? 😉

If it bothers you just move to a newer house.

Our house is from the 70's, we moved in last year and proceeded to sample all the local takeaways. After one particularly hot curry we were upstairs in the bedroom and I looked up to see a ~5yr old kid in the doorway, not a shadow, not a shaft of light and some dust, a kid stood in the hallway watching me. Strange trying to see it (and it was still there if I looked away and looked back), rationalize it as a mix of way to much capsicum and a few beers and not freak out. The brains a wierd thing!

Neighbors (who've lived there since before the house was built) haven't mentioned any deaths!

Him - Daddy, tell me a story about the ninjas. The fire ninjas. Cooking bacon. On Lego.
Me - The fire ninjas cooking bacon on lego?

Sounds like a load of blocks to me.

Don't watch:

We used to live in an old converted Victorian girl's school. MR junior's gf swore she saw a 'little boy' standing at the edge of her bed, on and off throughout the night. One sunny morning on waking I saw the very distinct silhouette of a dreadfully thin (bald?) person reflected in the (powered-off) CRT television screen. It was peering through the open bedroom doorway, craning it's neck around as if looking in on me. There was nothing there when I rolled over and looked behind me to the now empty doorway. Really freaked me out as I ran into the other room to find Mrs MR properly ensconced, not having moved in the last 10 mins or so.

She too saw a number of small shadowy figures over the 10 years we lived there. The house had frosted/stained internal glass windowed internal doors, and at least once a week we would see something 'walk' past in the hallway, often stopping at the lounge door and just stand as if looking in at us. So often, and so clearly that I used to double check all of the cupboards before locking up at nights in case of an intruder hiding out. I even became paranoid that a neighbour was sneaking in and hiding in rooms. Nothing was ever resolved. Guests too would regularly see the shapes in the hall through the lounge door glass and say 'oh, who was that?'.

One evening whilst alone Mrs MR saw what she now laughinglycalls 'hessian man'. It startled her in the passageway outside of the kitchen as she glanced out. 'I can't describe it, it just looked like a figure of a man or woman, but it was indescribable, hazy, but more visible than mist, and seemed to be rocking slightly.'

Shortly after moving into the property (again, in the passageway), I distinctly heard a girl's voice in my right ear call 'Moll-eeee?', in a sing-song, beckoning, slightly mocking fashion. Our adopted cat was called Molly. (She was killed shortly after by a car speeding out front, coincidentally.) At first I thought it must have been Mrs MR in the bathroom, calling for our cat in a silly voice, yet the sound was right in my ear as if there was a girl standing next to me. Then I remembered Mrs MR wasn't there. Have tried to tie all these down to visual and auditory hallucinations, but part of me has a 'what if?' feeling that maybe we sometimes experience a 'fuzzy' interface with other times? ie past or future occupants of a certain place may be visible, even though years apart. What if time was like a coiled slinky spring and where the coils sit close together there is some interference? So our Victorian (?) 'fuzzy residents' could themselves see us 21st century fuzzy residents? Or maybe it's just the brain playing tricks, as others have said. But if there are such things as 'ghosts', I'd more readily believe them to be living, albeit in a different time.

My Mum aged 86 believes she has something in her cottage, which is over 300 years old. On the window sill in the dining room she has photographs of her marriage to my Dad and much latter re-marriage to her second husband, now also deceased. On two separate occasions she has heard a bang from in another room and gone to investigate; the first time she found the first photo frame disassembled, with the little metal tabs bent back, lying on the floor and the second time it was the second photo frame, also with the metals tabs bent back. She lives alone, so who would have done that?

Old relative used to see figures on the landing, but then he had dementia.

Arguably the reason is the same as for kids, a less developed or damaged brain stumbles on recognition and attempts to recognise shadows or objects as people.

I reckon we are all dead our maybe in a type of coma. These visions are all memories or some sort of confusions/parallels.
All we become clear once we die again
😆

Nice day outside 🙂

I reckon we are all dead our maybe in a type of coma.

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If you live in an [s]old house [/s] believe in things a six year old tells you it's just one of those things, you get used to it in the end and they are pretty easy to ignore.

That would be freaky, as I don't know any six year olds.

a less developed or damaged brain stumbles on recognition and attempts to recognise shadows or objects as people.

Yep, [url= https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pareidolia ]Pareidolia[/url], a bit like the "less developed brain" of Googe's DeepDream neural net finding eyes, faces and animals everywhere it looks:

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http://www.popsci.com/these-are-what-google-artificial-intelligences-dreams-look

I'm an open minded sceptic on ghosts. Been to several reputedly haunted houses, the most intriguing was one where the owner didn't believe in ghosts but described a series of sightings and noises that he had not been able to explain. The front bedroom, now a guest room, had seen several friends kept awake by a young boys figure appearing in the night.

Interesting to hear though.

Slept in the hotels and the 'haunted' rooms in Abingdon near Oxford while helping film a documentary.

1st night no problem. Zzz mmm.

Then everyone told me ghost stories in the pubs the next day.

2nd night didn't sleep a wink with fright especially when a locked cabinet door opened by itself with the slow creak.

The floor boards extend into other rooms - you could hear creaking from other rooms as people walked around.

The cleaners refused to clean one room alone too.

I didn't see a thing but the temperature did drop (summer) below 5C and we all felt like something was there after the mind was tricked by local ghost stories lol.

Beware op,
Your daughter WILL kill you in your sleep...

I'm an open minded sceptic on ghosts.

I'm an open-minded sceptic generally. As a kid I hoovered up stuff like "Unexplained" magazine, as an adult I learned how five-nines% of these cases are actually Explained.

I'd dearly, dearly love to have first-hand experience of ghosts, or working hypnosis or some such. I challenge anyone to prove it / show me.

[b]deadkenny[/b] - Member
She can see you. Have you checked you're alive?

^^^ Right this is freaking me out now ^^^

[i]can anyone else read that?[/i]

'I can't describe it, it just looked like a figure of a man or woman, but it was indescribable, hazy, but more visible than mist,

Sounds like one of my daughter's "dust people".

Woo!

Where are all the cavrmen ghosts?

Never mind them, why isn't there any in tracksuits or other modern clothing. Do you have to be dead for a certain amount of time before you can come back?

We live in a 200+ year old house.

I live in a 300 year old house which we've been told is haunted. Haven't told the kids that yet but they think it is anyway. I've not told them about the [url= https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alan_Godfrey ]alien abductions[/url] either.

Never mind them, why isn't there any in tracksuits or other modern clothing. Do you have to be dead for a certain amount of time before you can come back?

Have you not seen...

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?

"If you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth." 🙄

( ... this is your imagination I am not here ... 😈 )

My 6 year old and her friends assist the fairies that live in the school orchard. I'm not entirely sure why the fairies need help but I blame the Rainbow Magic books

why isn't there any in tracksuits

anyone ever heard of / done smudging?
If it was me i smudge the **** out of that place, Just sayin

silverneedle - Member
anyone ever heard of / done smudging?

If I understand the term correctly, i.e. smudging, then yes, a very common practice in the far east. 😛

The method might be different in different parts of the world but essentially I think the purpose is the same.

silverneedle - Member
anyone ever heard of / done smudging?
If it was me i smudge the **** out of that place, Just sayin

Depending on "who" you have really, sometimes the effect of the smudging is only temporary coz "they" will return ... 😛

ctk - Member

In a previous house:

Next door neighbours teenage daughter killed herself in her bedroom, shortly after this family moved out and new family with 2 young kids moved in. These kids would not go into the bedroom where she killed herself because of a ghost. (new family had zero knowledge of suicide) SPOOKY!

D'oh! You have moved house otherwise this is an opportunity you should never miss to find out for yourself if there is such thing ...

Time travel is clearly the answer here or she has found your stash of mummy&daddys cookies, the funky ones

kids have imaginations... who woulda thunk it

****ing batshit mental adults attribute it to a non existent fairytale phenomenon... give me strength

Op have you recently met any caretakers or museum curators who seemed innocuous at the time of meeting? Would you describe your daughter as pesky or meddling?

Why are there no ant ghosts?
Or frog ghosts?
If ghosts can walk through walls, why don't they fall through floors?

I need the rule book on ghosts, i suspect...

DrP

It's been suggested that under certain circumstances, especially when there's violence, or a person in a heightened emotional state, the event can 'imprint' or 'record' itself on the fabric of the building or locality.

I saw a film many years ago based around this premise but in the end the "recording" became a malevolent ghost and forced the researcher to walk up a set of stone steps and fall off to his death. Tried Googling with no joy; anyone remember something like this?

**** batshit mental adults attribute it to a non existent fairytale phenomenon... give me strength

I'm not attributing it to anything. I can't see them.

Ooh, its time for my oft-repeated 'ghost' (?) story again:

"I may have told this one before.

20 years ago. December, cold and dark outside. At mum and dads. Fell asleep in my old room in the attic, woke up about half 5 with my mum calling me down for dinner.

Went down the stairs, was about to turn left into the kitchen, glanced left, there's my dad standing in the living room doorway,facing away from me, staring into the room. Something odd about the way he was standing made me pause for a minute and stare. Couldn't place it somehow, like he was looking at something terrible on the TV.

Turned and went into the kitchen, there's dad eating his dinner- turned around- no figure in the living room doorway any more.
A little shocked, I mention it to mum and dad- dad looks surprised- mum doesn't. Claims she's been seeing a male figure around the house for years (not my dad).

18 months later and we're waiting for the undertakers to set up my brother's coffin in the living room after his death 2 days before in a motorbike accident. They leave, closing the living room door discreetly and leaving us to it.

We're all in the kitchen, and dad takes the first step. He walks to the living room door, opens it, but stands there, unable to continue. I'm a few steps behind, and walk past him. As I do so, crapping my pants, I think- where and when did I seen him standing like that before?"

http://singletrackworld.com/forum/topic/spookystrange-encounters

JonW - The Stone Tape: [url= http://m.imdb.com/title/tt0069316/ ]Link[/url]

It's a Nigel Kneale one - brilliant prescient TV writer (see also The Year of the Sex Olympics).

"Where are all the cavrmen ghosts?"

I once slept on a robbed out Neolithic burial mound.

I was a bit spooked at pissing off the original occupant.

During the night my phone lost signal once or twice. On my way home I fell off my bike...

Makes you think.

I once, err, 'did the deed' with my now wife in a burial mound...

On the walk back to the car (a mile or so, not a long walk) the day turned from a lovely summers day to a huge thunderstorm and we got utterly and completely soaked to the pants...