Im not 100% sure if ive seen a ghost, well not quiet, i was 5 years old, and at our house we had plenty of rooms, i used to run around and play in them all like it was my territory, mum used to bring home our aunty vie from the nursing home who was very old 98 years old little fradgile thing she was. Any way she used to scare me because i thought she looked like a wrinkly old wicked witch, also when she was over i used to go in one of the rooms where she would "'(try)'" and rest and call here names as she was %100 deaf also 95 % blind, i used to go in and pull faces at her and say nasty things. Any way it was time for her to go back to the nursing home where mum whould drop her off, a week later very late in the night i woke up and i didn't know what part of the room i was facing as i had turned in my sleep and had know idea of my direction , any way i got out of bed and finally found the door as i came out of the room i looked towards the other room and it was the room that aunty vie stay'd , well i felt this present or spirit of some sort between me and her door, and it was like magnetic shock waves coming strait for me so i turned and ran strait back in my room and layéd down under the sheets i looked out towards the door and saw two lazor dots like eyes and it spoke to me saying this is from ya aunty and i got thumped and thumped in the lower part of my back, i said sorry im sorry and then no more and then the eyes where gone, i ran into mum and dad and told them , but they just yeld at me to get back to bed and go to sleep, the next morning mum got a call that aunty vie had past away in her sleep.............mum was very sad and my nanna was too as it was her greatest friend and cousin, i told them both what i used to do when she would stay over, nan told me what a wonderfull lady she was in her day and how she looked after injured people in the war and she was very good looking in her day and all the men used to whistle at her, nan told me it was probably her knocking some sense into me so i wouldn't turn out to be a nasty person to people. maybe it wasn't true and i did just dream it , but it felt real and i always remember that time when i here her name mention'd and yes i do have plenty of respect for old people. I tell the same story to my nephew who calls my nanna a bag of old chicken bones. and to watch his mouth or eles ..............aunty vie will get ya.................
Thats all i have come accross in my time as far as ghosts go.
well i gatta go as some ones knocking on the door "" who is it ? hello , hello who's there ? hello ,any one
Ur right Moreliaman lol
