My brother and I have seen the same man. But in two different places and at different times.
I've never said anything to him, he was telling me about his experience and I realized he was talking about the same person.
I saw this man when I was about 39 weeks pregnant wit Caitlyn. It was middle of the day, I was in the den, in the recliner trying to get comfortable and maybe take a nap.
There was no one here but me and Bambam.
I drifted off but Bambam woke me up with his grumping.
I open my eyes to see a man across the room from me, he was in his late 80s maybe, dark frame glasses, white work shirt, blue jacket and jeans.
He was smiling at me. I wasn't scared. Something in me made me think I knew him.
Then he faded.
I never said anything to anyone about it.
About 3 years later, my brother and his wife were expecting their first child any day. My brother saw him.
My brother said he had got home from work, he worked nights at the time. He said he took a shower, ate something and went to bed. He was alone except for Sheba.
He said Sheba woke him up pulling on his pant leg and he saw a man standing just outside his bedroom door.
He described the man, 80s, dark frame glasses, white work shirt, blue jacket and jeans. He said he was smiling at him. My brother said he knows he knows this man but he doesn't remember ever meeting him.
Well that's one of my stories.
What's yours?
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The day my Dad died my siblings and I were all there except my oldest sister. When my sister finally arrived at 1:03 pm he took his last breath but at least we were all there to say good bye. The strange thing was that my watch stopped at the exact time he died. It freaked me out but what was worse was my youngest brothers watch also stop at the exact same time. Just tooooo much of a coincidence so I am a believer of things unexplained. Whether it's God or ghosts I have all the proof I need.
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When I was growing up in So Cal, my mom and I saw the same ghost at different times. When we first moved in, my brother & I shared the master bedroom because it was large enough to accommodate two beds, and my parents took the front bedroom. After the add-on was complete, I moved into the front bedroom, my brother moved into the new bedroom, and my parents took the master. It was in that front room where I saw the ghost. It was a white object, like a boy probably 8 or 9 wearing striped PJ's. Before I could finish my description, my mother finished it for me. She had seen him in that room as well. She said she thought it was my brother, but when she reached out he disappeared. Neither of us were afraid. It was not a threatening spirit.
After I moved out at 18 my parents moved. In that house my mother heard someone walking down the hallway at night. The woman who lived there previously had died in the house. I moved back home into that house but I never heard anything or saw anything.
When I was in my late 30's I lived in an apartment which was haunted. If anyone knows the area, it was the battleground for the civil war. Anyway one day I was standing in the bathroom and the soap bottle started spinning and fell over. Then I heard a crash and pictures started falling off my walls. I ran to try to catch everything.
The land where my home is situated was under the control of both the North and the South, at various times during the war. I have been spirits in this home, but not until my MIL died. Items that she either hung on the walls or gave us have fallen and broken beyond repair.
My Aunts place was haunted. The damn ghost use to stack stuff on the table and open all the cabinets. I hated sleeping their and was happy when it was sold.
After my MIL died, her huge Christmas tree, which was wrapped in canvas, was moved across the room. It was placed in front of the door, blocking the entrance to the room where it was being stored. The realtor found it and took pics and sent them to SIL. When I was there cleaning the house to prepare for its sale, a lamp flew across the room (towards me, naturally). No one was near it at the time. I told SIL it was a spirit, but she looked skeptical until the Christmas tree incident.
