What is George seeing?

[JoM]

I mentioned on the morning thread about George’s walk and how he stopped, barked and refused to go any further along one path and that it’s the second time that he’s done that in exactly the same place, yet there’s nothing visible, that I can see anyway, that could worry him.

It got me thinking this morning, and you’ll think I’m mad when I tell you this, but it brought to mind a walk with Bill a few years ago in the same area and it did make me wonder.
At the side of the path which I was trying to walk George along is a steep bank, probably 60ft high. There are no paths going up it, it’s too steep and too thick with gorse. At the top of the bank are the woods and a path through the woods runs parallel with the top of the bank.

Anyway, a few years ago I was walking Bill along the path in the woods and suddenly noticed someone walking further ahead of us.
They were dressed from head to toe in white and I remember thinking it was a daft choice, in dry weather the paths are dusty and in wet they’re muddy. I’ve got a £9 pair of Primark jeans which I wear just for walks for this reason.

We followed them for several minutes, I briefly looked down at Bill who was staying close to me and when I looked up they’d gone and to this day I have no idea where or how they went from view. One side of the path is dense gorse, and the steep bank, whilst the other is lined with brambles, there’s absolutely no way through. I stopped and looked as it really puzzled me but there was absolutely nowhere that they could’ve turned off, they should’ve still been ahead of us.
Even now I can’t get my head around how this person just disappeared like that.

[TheOstrich]

Spooky!

Did Bill react by barking?

[JoM]

No, but he stayed close to me which was unusual as it was in prime squirrel hunting ground

[Kaz]

I truly believe the old adage "There are more things in Heaven and earth......"

I have my own spooky story, I may have shared it here in the past, but I'm not sure. It was when I was a very young new mum, in the flat we had in London........

[JoM]

Do share Kaz, and then I’ll share my spooky story. Actually I’ve got a few.

[Workingman]

We used to walk Max our Alsatian in the local park. Golden Acre. It has a lake with a path round it but in one place the path drifts away from the lake because of a small copse of Ash trees.

We use to walk through the trees to let Max explore. One day he bolted forwards and started barking at 'something'. He was looking slightly up and going sideways in an arc from side to side, barking and barking. When we called him back he came but was looking over his shoulder to where he had been.

He would not let us go near that spot and sort of shepherded us back to the path by a 'safe' route. We saw nothing but he did sense something. He would never enter the copse ever again.

[meriad]

I definitely believe in spirits etc... Kaz would love to hear your story; and some of yours Jo.

[JoM]

That’s very interesting Frank!

Here are mine.

The shop I used to manage was in an old Victorian building. There was a small stockroom just off the back of the shop, and my office led off that, then there was a second stockroom and beyond that was the staff area. Stairs going up to the two rooms above were in the second stockroom and as you walked back towards the shop from the staff area you had a view straight up them.
There were times when I couldn’t bear to even glance up them and I’d walk through with my eyes trained on the floor. I had a really strong feeling that if I did there’d be a man standing at the top of them. I honestly can’t explain just how strong that feeling was, my heart would be racing.
A couple of times I’d gone upstairs and as I walked into one of the rooms there was a patch of mist which quickly disappeared, but that could just have been my eyes adjusting to a different light.
I never said a word about any of this to the staff, they’d have played on it and used it as an excuse to not go upstairs and it’d be left to me to go.
Anyway, one day I was in my office doing some paperwork and one of the sales assistants was in the second stockroom when suddenly I heard her drop what she’d been carrying and she came running in, white faced, and said she’d looked up the stairs and there was a man standing there looking down.

Next one was in our old house. John’s Dad died on New Years Eve 1999. A few days later I’d been out with Tom, he was 2, and when we got back I got him out of his buggy and was getting him settled in the living room when there was a thud in the hall, we had varnished floorboards and I’d put my bag on the stairs while I sorted Tom out and assumed it had fallen onto the floor. I went in to pick it up but it was where I’d left it, there was nothing that could’ve made that noise and I know Tom had heard it too. The tree was still up and the Christmas cards were still on the shelves and I walked back into the living room just as a card fell off the shelf. This was the only one that fell despite being surrounded by others and when I picked it up and looked inside it was the card which John’s Dad had sent us.

Now to Joe. When he was around the age of 4 he was sitting quietly (which wasn’t like Joe, still isn’t) and he suddenly said “I died in the war” I can’t remember now if I spoke or just looked at him but he went on to say that he wasn’t a soldier, he was only 15 and he was ill and died, and his words were that it wasn’t the second war, it was the first one. I asked him what his name was and he didn’t hesitate and said “Billy”. He doesn’t remember any of that conversation now.
There’s more to it though, a friend is a psychic medium and I was talking to her and happened to say that Joe had said something strange. I started to tell her and got as far as saying that he’d said he’d died in the war when she stopped me and told me everything he’d said and then asked “did he tell you his name?”. I said he had and she said “he was called Billy wasn’t he”. (And it was at that point when she also peered around me and said hello to the man behind me. I was alone in a hotel room with her).
Incidentally, Joe’s middle name is William and when we went to Dogs Trust and met Billy for the first time (and he was called PG at the time), Joe was insistent that we called him Billy. We expected him to suggested Ronaldo or Wayne, after one of his football heroes, but no.

My Nan died when I was 7, me and Julie were her only grandchildren, our Dad is an only child, and she doted on us. My strongest memory of her is how I always used to sit in an armchair with her and she’d squeeze me and say “Oooh I could eat you!” Just a lovely memory and not something I’d ever told anyone, because there was no need to.
I ran into this same psychic medium friend before a concert and she took me aside, this would be around 30 years after my Nan had died, and said “your Nan said she could still eat you”.

[Kaz]

Wow, Jo! Your experiences are incredible! The Billy story in particular is certainly food for thought!

My own story is this: When I was first married, and Chris was a baby, his dad and I lived in a semi-basement flat in a Georgian house off Ealing Broadway in West London. The house was divided into flats, but the old lady who owned it lived on the ground floor. I never really felt comfortable in that flat, I am not nervy by nature but I felt a bit anxious there on my own, and a few strange things.happened there such as the radio turning itself on, and one time Chris's carry cot was turned around the.wrong way on its stand.

The really scary occurrence though was one day as I came into the kitchen. For context, at the far side of the kitchen there was one of those old "kitchenette" old-fashioned cupboards, and on top of the cupboard was an array of different coloured Victorian medicine bottles. As I was standing by the door one of the bottles flew off of the cupboard, in an arc, up into the air, at about half normal speed, and landed gently at my feet!! I swear this is true. I grabbed Chris, his nappy bag and the pushchair and spent the rest of the day in the park, until Steve was due home! A week or so later, the landlady invited me upstairs for a cuppa, and I decided.to mention what was happening....

" Oh my goodness, that must have been Binny! "

"Who's Binny?"

"My dear, she was my cousin! She died in your flat, very suddenly! She was a psychic medium you know, and promised me that if she predeceased me she would come back and visit! " xx

We moved up to Yorkshire not long afterwards, and I was very glad to leave

[miasmum]

I'm a real believer and I love reading your stories.

Here is mine

In about 1967 when I was 3-4 years old me and mum moved back to Northampton from Yorkshire as my parents separated. For a while we lived with my nan and pap and then mum rented a huge flat. I had my own bedroom on the second floor but wanted to sleep with my mum. I then started to wet the bed, which I had never done. To start with mum was sympathetic I had been through lot after all, but finally she got cross. I told her that I couldnt go to the bathroom as the lady in the doorway scared me. What lady? she asked. I can still her to this day. She was a fairly young black lady, with an affro (this was 1967 after all) and she wore a navy dress. After I told my mum and she told her to go away because she was frightening me, she went.

I presume mum was humouring me, but not for long. She told me years later that she made enquires and found out that the flat had previously been rented by a black lady, who was a nurse. Sadly she committed suicide in the flat.

Mum didnt tell me until she knew I would be able to cope with it.

So I completely believe