Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Have you read the previous parts of this story? Growing up Haunted in Sydney Part 1

Having grown up ‘open minded’ I came to accept the physical world we know, isn’t quite as constrained and orderly as skeptics need to believe. I had seen things that can’t be explained by traditional science – so in theory anything was possible… wasn’t it?

The first hint I could astral travel had happened spontaneously during high school when I thought I had dreamed of going to a friend’s place and seeing something specific going on with her dog. The dog seemed to be sick and my friend was crying and I seemed to watch this scene as if I was standing in it (like a dream) but I couldn’t hear what anyone was saying, like a movie with the sound turned down – but you can still work out what’s going on in the scene.

The next morning when I told my friend at school about my funny dream – she wasn’t laughing and ran away crying. It took another girlfriend to tell me the dog I described had died in the night and everything I had described had actually taken place, actions I described had happened and obscure things like her mother trying to put the kettle on and spilling water all over the kitchen floor had been actual events. What didn’t help was I had unintentionally scared her half to death with all my intimate knowledge of the events in her home at such an emotional time. Our friendship was never quite the same after that. While I was aware what had happened, and I must have seen this happen in ‘real time,’ I had no idea HOW I had managed it.

Many years later after my first marriage broke down and I was in my early 30′s, I was in a very intense long distance relationship, we were getting married and I had already bought a wedding dress! One night I decided I would see if I could experiment and visit my fiancé on purpose. In my “vision” I arrived at his house and I walked up the hall. The house was in darkness and I stood at the foot of his bed and to my shock and horror I could see another woman in bed with him! I could see the top of her short blonde hair peeking out of the covers which made no sense. Maybe I was just dreaming and not astral traveling at all? I walked to his side of the bed and sat on him and just looked down at him and tickled his moustache as I was wont to do… still looking over at this strange figure on his right.

When we spoke on the phone the next day I made determined enquiries as to how he had slept. To my shock he claimed to have felt a pressing weight on his chest, so much so he couldn’t breathe and started to wake up. “I could have sworn you were tickling my moustache,” he laughed.

When I told him what I had done and my funny experience of seeing someone in bed with him, he went very quiet. It was not long later he revealed he was married! Our long distance relationship had meant he had been able to disguise this fact for almost a year. I had seen his wife sleeping beside him and I had described her perfectly! Needless to say, afterwards when we went our separate ways he did say he still lived in terror of me turning up unannounced in his bedroom!

At another point in my life, in my mid 30′s I had a very intense long distance relationship with a man in the US. While circumstances meant it was not to be, we decided to stay good friends. I have managed the same astral trip to visit him many times! He can even tell me when I “visit” without being prompted and he has always been right. He can tell me where I was and what I did, like hold his hand or be at the foot of the bed or standing in his loungeroom. As recently as six months ago, I decided to visit his new house and I entered the foyer and ran up the stairs – not being familiar with the upstairs layout I realized I didn’t know which room was his.

We have since been able to determine that at the same time US (morning) – which was evening for me – he heard a woman’s voice call his name so clearly he sat up in bed, “hey its me!” they called up the stairs. While he acknowledged he wasn’t conscious of an accent he is adamant he heard a woman call his name and say “hey its me!” He went and checked the house and there was no-one there who could have called out but he claimed to just feel very peaceful afterwards. Ironically, when I ran up the stairs and realized I wasn’t familiar with his upstairs layout and didn’t know which way to turn, I called out his name and “hey its me!”

Written by Jennifer Mills-Young, Copyright 2009

Have you read the previous parts of this story? Growing up Haunted in Sydney Part 1 ~~ Growing up Haunted in Sydney Part 19