Ghostly apparitions photographs
A Final Goodbye
On September 21, 1985 I would talk to my father for the last time. Over the phone I felt a cold chill run through me when he said softly:" Baby (nickname), go after everything you can in life, you deserve it. Be good and I hope everything goes well for you (meaning my marriage at the time). After I hung up I felt very uncomfortable, like I wanted to tell him I loved him, something I haven't said since I was small. The next day around 6.00pm I felt a strange feeling. I was going to stop by my dad's apartment but I would be late for work. Arriving home around 9.00pm, I received a call from the coroner's office informing me of my dad's death earlier that day.
The following night home alone around 9.00pm, I wanted to feel close to my dad, so I put on his shirt thinking of the past. My dad's smell still lingered on the shirt he died in. I took off the shirt and laid it on the floor. I was crying and wondering, why he left me. Why did "God" take away my father, the only person in the world, who thought I was special. Who believed in me (let me add before my dad's death, I truly believed in God. I prayed every night, lit candles, attended church often).
Since the death of my father in 1985, I have never felt close to God again. I'm hoping one day I will again.
My springer spaniel was laying next to me in bed, when all of a sudden I heard the back door to the garage open. I walked down the hall to close it. It was very windy that night, so I thought the wind blew it open. Strange how the previous night, when it was windy, the door "wouldn't" open. I walked back to my bedroom, propped myself on the bed, when I heard another click. My dog laying next to me jumped up staring at the bedroom door. I walked back down the hall and the door was opened. I knew I locked the door and started to get nervous. I closed and locked the door again and went back to bed. A few minutes later I heard another click. I shouted "Who is there?" No answer. "Who is there" I demanded. At this time my dog on the bed started barking at the bedroom door. I felt something very strange. I was scared someone was in the house. And whoever it was, was coming down the hall. My back was against the wall and it felt like an earthquake. I was so scared I could not move.
The next thing I knew this someone was at my door. Even though I could not see the person, I felt his eyes, height and shape of body. My dad's spirit was at the door looking at me. My dog started growling not barking this time. I screamed "Go away! You are scaring me, go away!" Then he was gone. He left feeling sad, I could feel this. My dog stopped growling again. I laid there too scared to get up. Finally when I did, I grabbed his clothes next to my bed , walked to the back door and once again the door was open. I put his clothes in the garage. I called my family and they came over. I told them what happened and opened the garage door to show them where I put my dad's clothes. The dog went to the clothes and started growling again. We left that night because I was too scared to stay there.
The first few years after his death, I would have dreams of my dad taking me through a tunnel and showing me where he lives and he informs me of any bad happenings that will come to me. Looking back now I wish I could have talked to him when he was at my door. I wish I wasn't scared. He told me he will never appear to me again, except in my dreams only.
P. Roberts
A Strange Story
Driving home with a friend late one night at approximately 1:30am, we were on an extremely quiet deserted piece of road that was surrounded by horse paddocks and bushland. It was very cold that night and therefore lots of fog/mist was lying low around the ground. I was really tired and becoming very bored listening to my friend as she was raving on about some really boring subject. I live in a small country town and you have to drive down a huge hill through more paddocks and bushland that leads into the main township.
I was admiring the amount of fog lying around the bottom of the hills and listening to the endless drone of my friend still telling me this story that seemed to go on forever. She was speeding down the main hill and I started talking about the area we were in as being incredibly spooky due to all the mist. As we came towards the bottom of the hill I happened to look out the driver's side window as a reddish glow caught my eye. I was shocked to see about four or five pairs of red, large, oval shaped eyes in the tall grass right along side the road. There is plenty of wildlife around this area but the eyes were pointed (like cats eyes) glowing red and together as humans eyes(at the front of the head not the side). I could see no other features that belonged to those eys such as a head or body. That seemed to be hidden amongst the fog and tall grass. These eyes were extremely large, far too large to be any normal size animal eyes, approximately half the size of a human hand.
I was so shocked at this sight that all I could do was stare as we sped by. My friend was far too busy seriously freaking out about it to slow down or stop. In fact to this day I still can't get her to drive down this road. I have stopped during the day and looked at the patch where I saw the eyes and can see no change in the grass, no marks, no bare patches... nothing. I drive down the same road at least ten times a week and plenty of those times are in the middle of the night. I always look to the same spot at night to see if there is anything like it there again. I doubt that I will see anything though.
The weirdest thing of all was that a
couple of months after this sighting there was an item in the
local paper about horses in the paddocks in the exact same area
developing some strange disease/illness and all were extremely
ill or dying. It was undecided amonst local vets and health
authorities what was wrong with them???
KRIS
A LOVING FAREWELL
Spring 1983, I received a strong impression that I must go and visit my parents 3000 miles away from me. Making arrangements to fly out, the sense of urgency still remained with me. Since my parents lived a ways from the Vancouver airport I just took a cab and arrived "home". Everything seemed to be all right so I relaxed a little. Normally I would only stay a week and get bored. This time however I stayed for two weeks. One afternoon as I was riding the exercycle my dad came into the room. I looked at him and hesitantly asked him "Dad what must I do when you die?" He looked at me in great surprise and left the room. However he returned with a small red book in his hands. Handing it to me he said:"Look sis I have all the addresses in here you need to contact should anything happen to me." I looked at the book as if it was poison. That booklet was also the end of a relationship that had been both rocky and deeply loving. Those two weeks I did so much art work that my father was very surprised at the output and remarked about it. Well when the time came for departure, he walked me to the entrance of the apartment building and helped put my suitcase into the cab. I hugged my parents goodbye and got into the cab. Waving through the backwindow, I blanched, all I could see was the skeleton of my dad, the bone structure only. When I got home I dismissed the thoughts I had as just being homesick.
July 5, a Saturday, the florist arrived with a goregeous bouqet of carnations. The aroma filled the air in my home. I was delighted since the next day was my birthday. This was a gift from my parents, my favourite flowers and colours. Pure white and soft pink. Resolving I would call them that night, I got shivers all down my spine and became cold as ice. Oh no! That has always meant I would receive bad news from somewhere. My immediate thoughts were back to that day leaving dad behind. At 9 pm I called him to thank him for the flowers and we spoke for a little while. He never before told me he loved me, but he did that night as we hung up from the call. I thought it strange and yet was comforted that we talked,and he was ok!. 1 am that night the phone rings, one of my mom's neighbours called to tell me that my dad had passed away with a massive heart attack at home. The coroner's office retrieved him and took him to the hospital. When I arrived back in Vancouver to be by my mothers side, I was at a loss as to what to do. Arrangements etc had to be made. Strange I had never encountered death before, yet it did not seem bad to me. I had a very weird calmness about me. The comfort of dad's cigar smoke was everywhere. My sorrow was that I could not say goodbye to him, as he was cremated and the ashes disbursed, as per his instructions, before I could even do anything.
About 5 years went by and life continued as normal. Then one night while laying in bed I see this shadow in my doorway. At first I thought I was dreaming, but then I leaped out of bed and simply embraced the figure of my dad. He had come to say goodbye and I had a chance to tell him how much I loved and respected him. To this day whenever I feel lonely or sad, the smell of cigarsmoke permeates my home. Other people have smelled that as well, so I don't feel it is my imagination, but an actual presence in my home.
by Corry Stuart
This was taken last October 31st. It's a picture of Boo my cat sleeping on the floor. When we got it developed this figure that you see was in the picture. I cannot and neither can anyone else recall this person coming to the door on Hollow's Eve nor of us taking a picture of someone coming to the door. Should this happen to be a double exposure, we have no idea as to when and how the picture was taken not to mention by whom.
Diane Landry
