Living Ghost
When I was about 10 my uncle used to travel up to london every week and stay with us over the weekend for his job.
He always arrived about 7pm on a Friday, never failed.
This particular Friday at 7pm we heard the front door open and slam, his footsteps go straight upstairs to the front bedroom which was his workshop and the door close.
After 15 minutes and hearing nothing else my parents sent me up to ask him if he wanted some dinner.
There was no-one there, in fact no-one anywhere in the rest of the house. My bottom did lots of clapping and I shot back to the safety of the living room.
He actually arrived at 10pm and when he came in he told us his car had broken down and he'd been worried he'd never get to us to finish a very important job for a client.
Now I know what you're thinking, neighbours on their stairs etc.
Well the way our houses where arranged there were no stairs or adjoining hallways etc, and both houses either side only had one old quiet person living in them.
Convinced he inadvertantly sent his spirit as he couldn't get there himself.
(Captain Spacker I lick windows, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 17:52, 8 replies)

Right.
I have a question or two.
Let's assume that he could send his spirit (whatever that is): why would he? What would be the point of sending a spirit if you're going to be late if you don't actually get it to deliver a message of some sort?

More importantly, if there was a slamming of doors and the sound of footsteps, his spirit could plainly interact with the physical world. That being the case, why did he have to leave his house at all? Couldn't he just have astrally projected his way to the important meeting?

Provisional Conclusion
This story is nonsense.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 19:47, closed)

Sorry to annoy you.
I'm just telling you how I rmember it happening.

Maybe the stress caused a part of his spirit to travel and maybe his spirit interacted with our spirits, so that although the noises we heard seemed real they may have been his spirit trying to communicate his anxiety.


Infinite possibilities, infinite outcomes.
(Captain Spacker I lick windows, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 8:06, closed)

You still believe in spirits.
That's basically the problem here.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 9:19, closed)

Yes I do
Either one does or does not.
If no-one did, that poor woman who used to be on Blue Peter wouldn't have a job.
(Captain Spacker I lick windows, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 15:18, closed)

I've heard lots of variations of this story, where a person appears to arrive where they should be some time before they actually arrive.
In Norwegian folklore it is called a 'vardoger'.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 22:27, closed)

Thanks
I'll look that up.
(Captain Spacker I lick windows, Fri 8 Apr 2011, 8:07, closed)

Aren't they
supposed to be some sort of omen of death for the person they're of? Or is that only supposed to be the case if you meet your own? I forget how it goes, but I know that person dying crops up somewhere in it.
( Ithyphallophobia, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 3:13, closed)

Well he didn't die
He's 89 and going strong.
(Captain Spacker I lick windows, Sat 9 Apr 2011, 12:24, closed)