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This happened last year in 2006 - the year my Dad passed away. I was checking my email and this name sprung into my head. "Doris Stokes" I went into the living room and asked my wife if she knew of anyone by the name of Doris Stokes, she didn't. Time to Google. I checked on her name and found out she was a British Psychic Medium who died in 1987. Her Birthday was January 6th, same as my Dads. Coincidence? Perhaps but interesting all the same.

This was probably the strangest "dream" I have had. I say dream but it felt more real than a dream. I was half asleep at the time. Not sure when it was but there was still a light on in the corridor so my wife was still awake. I am looking into the doorway and I see a man with a blue shirt on with bullet holes in it. I know his name is Robert but don't know why I know this. This was not scary or frightening. Was there someone trying to speak with me? I don't know. I am not going to check the history of the house as I am a firm believer of not messing around on your own doorstep. You will find most of the investigators in my team have the same philosophy and we don't investigate our own homes.

Again, I am not trying to persuade anyone that this was anything more than a dream. Just sharing some interesting experiences. I sincerely hope that I have some more to add to this BLOG.

I had a dream twice now of a young girl. Perhaps 10 or 11 or maybe a bit younger. I used to remember her name but no longer. The first dream I had was that she was dead. I don't remember much more than that. About 2 weeks after the first dream I had another dream and this young girl was in it again. This time I am watching a funeral. She walks up to me and I ask her if this is her funeral, she tells me it is. I recall that she has long black hair but nothing more. I have not had any dreams about her since then.

Well here we are with another story from my teen years in Edinburgh, Scotland. I want to say now that I don't think my parents house was haunted but in my Dad's later years there were more strange things that he would see. Anyhoo onto my story. I was a typical 12 year old teen. "Nobody likes me", "nobody cares about me" Blah Blah Blah. This particular day I was at home and it was early evening I recall. I only know that because Starsky and Hutch was about to come on. I was feeling low and said "I wish that someone would talk to me, I wish someone would call out my name" I then heard a very clear and strong and pronounced voice say "James". There was only myself and the cat in the house. Could it have been the cat? Perhaps but I ran out of the house so quick it was not even funny. To this day I stick with saying that I heard my name called.

Last Christmas after my Dad passed away I was in my home in America. We have a battery operated Santa, flying in an airplane. It had sat there next to my computer for a long time with the batteries in. I need to mention that it is not voice or motion activated. I was talking to Dad as I do a lot and said " Dad, if you're ok, can you give me a sign" Within a few seconds, the propeller on the plane went around. I don't care what anyone else thinks about this. My Dad was letting me know he was ok. As I stated before there were batteries in the Santa Airplane but for it to turn on just then was, to me amazing. Can I prove it. Nope but my heart tells me it was Dad.

In 2006 I went over to see my Dad in Scotland. He was ill in hospital but we were told he would be going home soon. I left for America and thought no more of it. About 2 weeks later I had a dream but it did not feel like a dream. My Dad was telling me he was not coming home. 2 weeks later he passed away. I have to say that this was almost like I was getting a message from him. I had no idea that he was not going home. I truly believe he was telling me from Scotland that he was not going home.

 

I have had several "dreams" from my Dad and they differ in that they seem real. I will add more to his story later.

There is a huge gap in time since the last story and I am a now a Sergeant in the British Army based in Hong Kong. I was single at the time and walked into my 1 room bunk in the Sergeants Mess. All of a sudden I felt an extreme feeling that I was not alone. I was actually scared but really not sure why. But I did know one thing, I was not alone in my room. I spoke out loud and said " if there is someone here with me, please leave as you are making me scared" Seconds later I was on my own. When I asked it to leave I felt a physical change in the atmosphere. I really did feel alone. As strong as the feeling was that there was someone there. The opposite was also true. The feeling that the room was now empty was equally as strong. There was no fear and there was no feeling that there was anyone with me, it had gone. This was not just a slight feeling either it was like something was physically there. I have never felt a presence as strong as this since.

This experience also took place in my parents home in Edinburgh, Scotland.

I lived with my parents and sister in the top floor of a small block of flats. These only went up to 4 floors including the ground floor. The roof was made of tin or some other soft metal. More than once both myself and my sister would hear a very; and I mean very; loud sound of someone walking on the roof. This was not like a running sound or anything but a slow methodical pace. I would run downstairs and look at the roof but on each occasion there was nobody there. To say this was birds or another animal is not even close to the loudness and clarity of the sound. This was in my early teens and both my Sister and myself told each other there was someone on the roof. We never saw anyone. If you imagine someone on your own roof walking heavily with boots on, that is the sound we heard. This was also during the day and for anyone to get on the roof they would have had to pass our front door as that is where the entry hatch was. It was always locked shut with a padalock.

I thought I would use my BLOG as a kind of note book to recall as many interesting experiences I have had that I can recall. I make no claims as to what they are or where outside of interesting. To me some of them are beyond explanation.

So to begin: I must have been around 8 or 9 years old in my parents home in Edinburgh, Scotland. I remember it was night time as I was in bed looking at pennies. There was a lot of light coming into the bedroom and the door was open. The light from the corridor was shining in and lit up that part of the room. Some time later, I don't remember how much later, I looked at the cupboard door. It was lit up by the light from the corridor but this time there was a jet black shape of a ladies head on it. It was a silhouette. If you imagine that it was just the head and shoulders and again, jet black in colour. This did not worry me and I remember that my Dad said that if you see something you are not sure about, rub your eyes and it will go away. I think he was trying to stop me being scared in the dark. Anyhoo, I rubbed my eye but the shape did not go away. It must have been on the door for around40 - 50 seconds. Then one last look and it was gone. I told my Dad but I don't recall what he said. This was not a scary situation but very interesting for a 9 year old none the less.