True Ghost Stories: Real Accounts of Death and Dying, Grief and Bereavement, Soulmates and Heaven, Near Death Experiences, and Other Paranormal Mysteries (The Supernatural Book Series: Volume 2)

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Granny who was psychic at various usually stressful times.
     
     
The day I first saw him I was just playing with my dolls and suddenly there he stood.
     
     
So real was he that I took him to be a living person. He appeared one hundred per cent three-dimensional. The only real fear that I felt was related the fact that here was a strange man in the room, who'd snuck up on me when I wasn’t looking.
     
     
I wasn’t sure what to do. Granny had always said ‘never talk to strangers’. In fact, she repeatedly warned me to run like hell if an adult, I didn't know, made friendly overtures towards me. But, this man felt different. He seemed familiar in a way I couldn’t really put into words. He also seemed overwhelmingly kind.
     
     
Anyway, he didn't say who he was, although he did call me by my name. At one point he held out his hand to me and I saw there was an awful scar across the palm.
     
     
Somehow, I just knew he was a good person, safe to talk to.
     
     
Long story short, the entire encounter could not have lasted more than five minutes. I did most of the talking, introducing the man to my dolls and prattling on about childish nonsense. When I turned around to fetch a toy buggy from another part of the yard, the man was gone as suddenly as he'd arrived.
     
     
I didn't tell Granny until bedtime that night about the man because I was scared she'd tell me off for talking to a stranger. However, my description of him, especially the scar confirmed to her that the man I’d seen was her late brother. So many years had passed since his death that she'd temporarily forgotten about the scar on his hand. He got that as a young boy, when he caught his hand in a steel trap of some sort.
     
     
Granny wasn't mad at me at all. I think she suspected I was born with shine (psychic ability) like her but she never wanted to put such an idea into my head. Rather, she waited for events to unfold and for this to be proven one way or another.
     
     
This incidence was the first of many for me.
     
     
On His Deathbed
     
When I was seven years old we moved to a new house. There, I saw a strange man sitting on the bed in the room at the end of the hallway. Not knowing who he was, I went downstairs to tell Mum.
     
     
She said no one was else was in the house and came back upstairs with me. Of course, by the time we got back up there he was gone. Mum distracted me with talk of this and that and we never spoke of this incident again. That is, until many years later.
     
     
By that time we had moved out of that house and I was an adult. Mum asked me if I remembered that night and what I’d told her. Of course, I did remember. I still remember that incident so clearly to this day. Mum told me that the previous owner of the house, an old man, had dies in that room at the end of the hall.
     
     
So, I now take it that I saw the old man in the place where he died.
     
     
A Ghost, An Alien And A Man In A Hat in A Car!
     
I was about 1.5 years old. My family had moved to a nearby town and I accompanied my parents and brother while they cleaned and moved out the last of our belongings from our old house. I wanted to play but, of course, no one had time that day. In fact, my brother who would have been about 6.5 years old at the time, told me to go away.
     
     
Even back then, I loved animals.
     
     
There was a pen of hunting dogs down the common lane about 1/4 mile away from our old home. I wandered down there to see them. On my way, I passed a man who was sitting in a black car. He had on a dark suit and was wearing a dark hat (this would have been circa 1957-58, so hats on men were common then). He asked me where I was going, and though I'm sure I wouldn’t have been able to talk very well, I swear to you that I talked to him.
     
     
I remember he told me to be careful. But he made no attempt to stop me. The dogs were so excited when I got there that they jumped on the wire fence and knocked me down. I remember I was crying

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