TRUE GHOST STORIES
VOLUME 3
THE SUPERNATURAL BOOK SERIES
BY
ROSEMARY BREEN
http://PsychicRevolution.com
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COPYRIGHT © 2012 ROSEMARY BREEN
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Disclaimer
While every care has been taken in compiling this book it is possible that it may contain some inaccuracies. This work is for entertainment purposes only. The information in this book is subject to your own interpretation and any guidance given is not intended to be predictive.
The author does not know your unique circumstances and as such, this work should not be considered advice. The information contained in this book is given without warranty, either express or implied. Neither the author, nor its dealers or distributors, will be held liable for any damages caused either directly or indirectly by the instructions contained in this book.
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Note: This guide is for entertainment purposes only.
First Printing: 2012
Revised: 2012
This Book Is Dedicated To
All Those Who Share The Stories Of Their Own Paranormal Episodes In The Longest Running Parapsychological Survey On The Net
Your Encounters Are Important To The Researching Of The Supernatural.
Thank You For Putting Your Experiences On Record!
True Ghost Stories – an Introduction
It's safe to say that encountering a ghost is probably the main paranormal experience that most people report. It's also the paranormal encounter that excites the most people, and captures our imagination!
These ghostly experiences are not confined to sightings only. It seems ghosts have developed a broad range of rather ingenious ways of contacting us, and these embrace our five senses, our sixth sense, and modern and olden-day technology.
In each of the books in The Supernatural Book Series you'll read first-hand accounts by those who've been touched by the dead, have smelt the presence of a departed loved one, have heard comforting words from beyond the grave, and have received welcome and unwelcomed visitations from the deceased. You'll also read how technology seems to be playing an ever-growing role in this inter-world communication.
The experiences you're about to read have not been hyped to make them sensational! They are written by paranormal experients, and I have only given their accounts a light edit. In my opinion, it is the 'moderate' tone in which almost all of these stories have been written that lends weight to their authenticity and the genuineness of their authors.
To reiterate: I have not altered these accounts to make them more spooky, hair-raising, spine-chilling or blood-curdling. I'm sorry if that disappoints you! These are not the ghost stories of old; the ones we read before bed to keep us up all night or the eerie tales we told around the campfire as the death hour approached. Such stories are wonderful, and they do have a place in the literary world; it's called fiction.
As you read these eyewitness accounts of the paranormal at work in the world, rather than scare you, I hope they'll make you think.
Who are we? What are we? Why are we here? What happens when we die? And, how paranormal is the paranormal, really?
For some, myself included, living with the paranormal is not 'on the edge'. It is our normal way of life!
Two Personal Invitations
First, the stories in The Supernatural Book Series are from completed questionnaires collected by my online paranormal survey. The survey is still open and it's open to all; it's free and I invite you to participate here:
http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/ParanormalPhenomena
Second, I invite you to join my online community at Psychic Revolution and sign up for regular email updates at http://PsychicRevolution.com
My Dissertation
Over the years I've had many requests from people around the world asking to read my thesis. It's always been my intention to spread the word as widely as I can about my own parapsychological research and that of others in academia; hence this series of books and my website, http://PsychicRevolution.com
If you're interested in reading part of my dissertation, at the back of this book there is an extract, and a link and password that will give you access to the third chapter.
TRUE GHOST STORIES
This Book Is Dedicated To
True Ghost Stories – an Introduction
When Katherine is Around the Castle
You Saw a What?
You, Me and Baby Makes Three
They Come In Big and Small Sizes
A Visitor from Victorian Times
One Last Tune
I Was Speechless
Who Can Resist a Man in Uniform?
A Comforting Presence
Oh, So Beautifully Dressed for the Season
You See Him Here, You See Him There
Now That Was Quite A Shock
Who Is That Tapping?
Here One Moment, Gone The Next
Poltergeist Activity or Ghostly Impressions?
Down on the Farm
Whose Cat is This Anyway?
Shiva
Down at the Jail
What is That Noise
Are You Still in Here Grandpa?
Does She Approve of the New Décor?
Did I Just Hit That?
Is That a Topper I See?
A Friend Beyond the Grave
A Mother's Love
This is My Home Too
Just Weird
Monte Cristo Homestead, Australia
The Old Man on the Stairs
The Experiences Can Happen Early in Life
Who Is That Lady?
A Message from Sarah
Is Seeing Really Believing?
Get Away
A Visitation
The Singing Monk
Unacceptable Behavior
Convicts, A Penal Colony, and Oppression
A Secret No More
Don't Blame the Dog
To Whom It Concerns
A White Mist
Once a Soldier, Always a Soldier
Yes/No
Psychometry
When the Animator Comes to Life
Paranormal Encounters and Some Reflections There On
Energy, Death and an Apparition
We Used to Joke
The Legacy of War
A Blue Bear
I Heard Hard Soled Boots But …
Is That a Ghost Tap Dancing on My Head?
Whilst Standing Sentinel
I Knew We Weren't Alone
Come with Me
Native American Indian
Psychic Vampire
Fog, Energy and Transformation
Drug Overdoses, Death, and the Remains
Heavy Breathing
Shadow Figure
A Light and a Stroke
An Electric Blue Flash of Light
House Sitting
Crossing Over to the Light
I Don't Think It's Grandad
A Neat Experi
ence
I Was in Awe
The Landowner's Dog
Why So Angry, as You Lay Here Dead?
A Mischievous Look
Maybe Not the Fat Cat I Thought
Not the Christmas Visitor I Expected
Who or What Are All These People?
Coming or Going?
With or Without You
Same Time, Same Place
Same Sound, No One There
A Lot of Activity
Who Hangs Around the Parking Lot?
Why Hate?
A Wedding Gown Perhaps?
Who Was That?
Strange Things Happening Around Here
Hi Mom and Dad
Are Some People More Prone to Seeing Ghosts?
It Was Creepy
Is It a Comfort Having Them Around Still?
The Prison and the Hanging House
Boys Will Be Boys
No Wind, No Breeze, No Explanation
My Children
Who is That Jumping?
Cheese Toast and A Shadow Man
Blood-Stained Wood Floors
I was Astonished
Chinese Ghost
Disembodied Hand
A Friend's Hand
Party-On
Playing with My Ponytail
Apparition First; Rumour Second
From My Childhood
A Full House
Having the Time of Their Lives
Thesis Extract
About the Author
Books by the Author
Thank You
When Katherine is Around the Castle
This castle has hundreds of ghosts, who can be quite fun at time and will even interact with us occasionally. Our favourite ghost, whom few have seen, is a 20-year-old woman called Katherine, who passed over in the 14th century.
One week after she told me her name, via a psychic, she stood next to me in an otherwise empty room for around three minutes, until visitors were heard getting nearer. I know when she is near because of the smell of roses that gets stronger and stronger when she is beside me. This is a wonderful gift from her to me, for my 21st season at the castle.
You Saw a What?
All I can really tell you is that my oldest son and I saw a man with wings! And he saw us too.
I was 40 at the time and my son was 18. The winged man was about half of a city block away. We saw him in an empty parking lot, wandering around and we wondered what he was doing. It was at night-time and the lot was well lit with overhead lights.
It looked like the man was wearing a sort of trench coat and he was walking around. My son and I watched him for a few minutes, thinking more that he was acting suspiciously rather than anything else. The next thing that happened was, we saw a huge pair of wings flap out from behind him!
He took two or three giant steps and went straight up into the air and was gone ... or so we thought.
We were pretty scared at that point and went into the house.
Neither one of us spoke; we were too stunned. Then, we heard gravel crunching noises in the driveway. My son opened the living room window and looked out between the bushes and then called out "Mom, look!" I looked; again I saw that "trenchcoat" moving past the bushes. Then, we heard what sounded like running and watched "him" again fly up into the air, over the bushes.
We slammed the window shut and never saw him again. It was terrifying!
You, Me and Baby Makes Three
After I had my baby and had returned home from hospital after what was a very traumatic pregnancy and birth, I was asleep with our baby in the bed between me and my husband. I suddenly woke up and was aware of something at the end of the bed. I'd describe it as a long sheath of light or mist. I sat up and watched as it drifted off to the side of the room, and then vanished. I did not feel afraid. I felt more like it was someone watching over us, and it was actually a very peaceful and comforting experience. What it was, I have no idea!
They Come In Big and Small Sizes
In my previous residence, both my husband and my sisters-in-law (2 of them) would regularly see both large and small dark figures walking throughout the house. These figures would also follow them and taunt them too. Once, one of these entities touched me and it felt cold, and it was so eerie.
A Visitor from Victorian Times
I was in our family home, upstairs in the bedroom looking at various books when all of a sudden, out the corner of my eye I saw a Victorian man dressed all in black, as if dressed for a funeral.
One Last Tune
My father had cancer and he passed away in 2002. He died at about 8:00 pm in the hospital. He had been sick for a very long time. After he passed, and I had come home from the hospital exhausted and in need of rest, I went to bed. My father was a musician and his instruments were under my bed.
Throughout that night as I lay in bed I heard sounds coming from his guitar. It wasn't a tune, more like random notes, as if he were tuning it.
I Was Speechless
I was working on the third floor of an office building in the city centre about 30 miles from where I lived.
On several occasions, I would look out across the street from a tiny backroom window where I used to keep press cuttings into the three windows of a room on the same level in the building opposite. I would see a large lady dressed in a black cardigan and a dress, with bleached blonde, curly hair. She would always be pressing clothes with a steam machine (the kind where an overhead lid was brought down onto the clothes on the ironing board surface). She always had her back to me and I could see the walls to the room she was in lined with racks full of pressed clothes hanging in clear polythene bags.
I assumed she was working in a dry-cleaning or bridal hire company.
In the six months that I worked in that office, and visited that tiny backroom I would look across the street and see that lady busy with her pressing on dozens of occasions.
One day, while discussing Tuxedo hire with a work colleague who was attending a dinner, I suggested he try this place opposite where we worked, before looking elsewhere. He looked puzzled.
I took him to my office window to show him where I meant, and I almost fell over with shock. It was impossible to see through the windows as they were covered in thick grime; it must have taken years to accumulate that much. There was nothing to be seen through any of them. There were weeds growing out of the window ledges and roof tiles; it was absolutely derelict in appearance, and I was speechless.
My colleague said it had always been like that in the four years he had worked there. I told him everything I had always seen from the window whenever I had gone in there.
He went across the street to ask some of the storeowners if there had ever been a dry-cleaner or a clothes hire place in the street at any time. One gentleman who owned the barbers a few doors down from the building in question, said yes. His wife had run a small cleaning and mending outlet there in the 1960s, but she had died in 1988. She was a well-made up, blonde woman in her early 50s.
Who Can Resist a Man in Uniform?
The night my father died aged 72, he appeared to me in my living room. He presented as a young man in his 20's, dressed in his white naval uniform. He appeared as the most perfect a man could be, and he apologized for how he had been in this life.
This experience was very healing for me, and left me with a wonderful memory of my father rather then remembering the difficult times we had with him.
A Comforting Presence
After my father passed away I was over at his and my mother's house cleaning and the chair my father used to sit in began to rock.
My mother told me that earlier she had seen him standing at the end of the cabinet while she was washing dishes. She saw him out of the corner of her eye. When she reached for him he was gone.
Their dog would go and sit by my father's side of the bed and tilt his head as if he were listening to my father. My father had a brain tumor and spent a lot of time in bed before he passed away
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Oh, So Beautifully Dressed for the Season
I'm not sure whether I was over or under 13 at the time.
We went to a candle-lit concert, in a chateau in my hometown. It took place in a beautiful gallery with windows overlooking the gardens. The seats being lined up and I sat close to the window. It was winter and bitterly cold outside.
Sometime during the music I was looking out into the dark gardens when suddenly a very beautifully dressed woman walked past the window outside.
I admired her silky, shiny dress but thought she must be very cold as it was short sleeved. I really did not think much more about it then, and did not even tell anyone about what I saw. But, a little later, I must have been telling a friend about the concert and mentioned that I saw this woman and how I thought she would have been very cold outside.
That was when it occurred to me that nobody would have been in the gardens at that time, least of all some lady in what was, after all, rather unusual dress for the season. The concert was festive, but not an occasion for ball gowns or the like, and her dress looked more like something I's seen in costume dramas.
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