I used to see and hear really wierd things in the grade one listed building I used to live in. Lights would go off in corridors as I walked down them, I'd see people working in rooms as I walked past them, corridors and stairwells rearranged themselves, heard footsteps along the corridors. But the flooring was shifting and the electrics were getting pinched as you walked down the corridors, a little bird kept getting under the rear door where it didn't meet the sill properly and that accounted for the soft footsteps. Then my brain injury provided the other visual stuff  But seriously now. I was 9 or 10, I woke up and saw my grandad beckoned me from my slightly ajar bedroom door, calling my name. I followed him out to the landing where he had vanished. I felt like crying. The next morning my grandma called to say my grandad had died sat at the kitchen table the evening before. Then there was the evening I couldn't stop crying when I was 19 or 20. Not good in a dormitory full of squadies really. I felt unbelieveable grief and loss and knew it was my father. Kept calling his name. He died in agony of heart failure before i saw him again. These death psyche stories I hear quite frequently. I don't necessarily believe in ghosts, but believe in some psychic messages within family. I'm more scifi than fantasy! | 
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