I have never believed in ghosts of any kind. I was brought up as a devout Christian and still stand firm by my beliefs, although my understanding of those beliefs has developed as I have matured. However, despite not believing in ghosts, I cannot deny I have had strange experiences that to this day, I still cannot explain (even though I may have my theories).
The first occurred when I was in secondary school. I was walking to school one day (listening to music and not paying much attention to the road!) As I began to cross the road, I heard my mother’s voice distinctly shout my name in a state of shock and then “STOP!” After hearing this, I stopped immediately and a car drove straight past me (it was so close had I taken another step it would have run me down!) I looked behind me instantly to see my mum.
But she wasn’t there. I couldn’t understand it, I heard her voice clear as day as though she were behind me from a distance. She was nowhere to be seen though. This really confused me because I know I’d heard her and whatever had happened, whatever the voice was, it had saved me from getting hurt.Read Another Stories:
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I asked my mum about it and she believed it was a guardian angel, protecting me from harm. Even though this experience unsettled me a little because I couldn’t explain it, I feel at ease and do not feel disturbed when thinking about it or talking about it. I genuinely am thankful that it happened (strange as it was) because I know the events could have been much worse had it not happened.
The second experience, however, was a little stranger and slightly more disturbing. I think it also happened during my secondary school years but I can’t specifically remember how old I was – although I did have a witness this time to confirm my story. It was early on a Saturday morning and my brother and I were downstairs watching TV. My brother was sat in the chair opposite the bay window in the living room. I was sat on the couch that was also in view of the bay window and directly in our view was our gravel driveway.
Then to our confusion, our car came down the driveway. It stopped and we thought nothing of it assuming that it was our mum. I asked my brother, “Hey, has mum been out this morning? It’s a little early isn’t it?” He shrugged it off and said she had probably been to a prayer meeting but he was also confused and a little unsettled. We waited a while, assuming that she would come in the front door any minute, but she never did. We went to look out the window and saw that the car was empty, there was no one in the driving seat and there was no one in the driveway.
Confused and a little bit freaked out, my brother went out to see the car. When he tried to open the passenger door, it was locked. He then tried the driver’s door and that was also locked. When he confirmed it was locked, I was started to get a little freaked out.
So, we went upstairs to our parents’ room and to our shock our parents were both in bed. I then went to check to see if the car key was in the bowl in the kitchen where mum always put it and low and behold it was there! The key was in the bowl and it was the only car key. We woke up my parents and told them what happened but they didn’t believe us. They said we must have been dreaming or one of us had dreamt it and then told the other one and that we had got each other wound up.
The thing is, we know what we saw. We saw the car come down the driveway, we heard the sound of the wheels on the gravel. The one thing, I think about now when I think back to it that I hadn’t noticed before was that I didn’t hear the engine. At all. It was as if it was completely silent.
My brother, mum and I went on holiday last summer to the Isle of Man and when I brought it up again to my brother, he told me to stop because it was freaking him out. He remembers it to this day, so do I but it was so unusual and inexplicable that we can’t seem to go on talking about it without feeling uncomfortable
We told a few people during the time and I have told a few people since but no one believes us. It’s difficult trying to make people believe something that sounds so ridiculous even if it did really happen. Nothing like that has ever happened before or since but it won’t ever be something we’ll ever forget. Just one of those things that won’t ever be explained.