Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I have had one very inexplicable paranormal experience in my life; and still ponder upon it often; even though it happened over ten years ago. I am a very rational person and am not given to flights of fancy. I had never given much thought to ghosts, but believe that life continues after death in a better place than this.

At the time I was pregnant, it was the middle of the day, the sun was bright and I was wide awake. My Dad had been dead for three years.

I had just got my toddler son to sleep and sat down to watch a film. My father walked into the lounge from the kitchen, I was shocked but not afraid. He sat down on the couch at the side of me and took my hands in his. He felt solid and warm, just normal. As he took my hands he said he had something very important to tell me. These were the only words that he actually spoke with his mouth.

He then looked me intently in the eyes and though I have no way to explain how he delivered his message with his eyes, he did and it was very powerful and I knew instantly that it was the truth.

He told me that the child I was carrying was dead and had been for two weeks. He said I needed to go to the hospital. He said I already had an infection that if left untreated would have terrible consequences for me. Also that I must not be afraid (I’m terrified of surgery), and must think about the children I already have and how much they need their mother. With this he was gone. From solid warm human form holding my hands, to nothing.

I must have looked a real sight because later that day when my husband came home from work, he was immediately concerned. I told him what had happened, he was stunned.

As I stated above, I am a very rational person. My husband didn’t think I was going mad, or having delusions. As he said at the time, your convinced that this was a real experience, I believe you, so lets get down to the hospital fast.

I was not bleeding or in any pain, I was not displaying any symptoms that anything was wrong. When we got to the hospital I had to tell the midwives that I was experiencing pain. I felt so awful telling fibs.

They sent me for a scan. I knew by the scan operatives face that my baby was dead. The doctor told me that I had an infection as the child had died two weeks previously and my body had failed to respond naturally to that event. I needed surgery, I was so scared that they were wrong and I could be destroying a life that they gave me two more scans. I was on an antibiotic drip for days afterward. the medics told me that I was very lucky, if I had left it until the next day the infection could have gone too far.

Some people think that I went to sleep and had a dream that connected my conscious mind to my subconscious and conjured up my father as an authority figure to get me to seek medical help. I maintain that I was wide awake. I don’t have a rational explanation for it. I know that it happened and I know I was not asleep.

To this day I believe that my father saved my life three years after he died. My father was the most beautiful and gentle of gentlemen, he always looked after us well and I guess he hasn’t let death stop him from doing that.

Written by “Clara McAndrew”, Copyright 2009