Ghosts – to believe or not to believe?

This is a guest post.

I am considered quite an anomaly regarding my belief in the paranormal, spirit world, ghosts. You see, I’m a sceptic. I am the most spiritual yet sceptical person you are ever likely to meet. Although this may be confusing as a description, it also adds weight to my stories of the ‘unexplained’ as you know I have explored all of the logical and scientific answers first.

The explained…

My mums house is haunted. That is a given, there are many unexplained things that have happened in that house. This story however, is not one of those things…

When I lived at home, I came back from work one night to find my brother waiting anxiously for me. I had not quite stepped through the door, or put down my bag when he declared that he HAD to show me something. Tired and a bit annoyed I followed him to our dining room.

“Look” he said, pointing to the window. I looked, I came a little closer, I looked again. I looked at my brother, who asked “Can you see it?”.

“Yes” I replied. Sure enough, I could see the ghostly print of a hand on our dining room window.

My brother, expecting my shock and horror, was surprised when I was unmoved by the discovery. That was until I opened our fridge. To give a bit of context, our fridge was in the dining room at this point. I wasn’t just grabbing a snack, mid story.

I leaned into the fridge, to have a look around and put my hand out for balance. Eerily, my hand lay perfectly over the ghostly handprint on the glass of our dining room window.

The unexplained…

As I’ve mentioned above, my mums house is haunted. One of the most common things that happens and happened to me while I lived there is that things disappear. ‘Of course’ you may be thinking. A family of four living in a house, things get moved, borrowed, tidied away. But they would appear again after a while…well after you asked for them back.

You might have heard before that other worldly types take objects. Most commonly it is fairies who are known to be quite the pranksters! You may have also heard that spirits take items or move them to communicate with the living.

So, my Nan (my dads mum) died when I was fifteen. We weren’t very close, as she was very ill for most of my life. She had what would now be diagnosed as Bipolar, back then she was diagnosed as Manic Depressive. We went to visit but it was hard to really know her, as the medication she was on was so strong, she was sometimes like a zombie.

After she died, I wanted reassurance that she was happy ‘in a better place’ as the cliche goes. I also regretted not knowing her better. I’d heard a good activity was to write a letter and put it somewhere safe, so I did. I put it inside a jewellery box inside my wardrobe. When I’d done this, I put my notepad next to my bed…then it disappeared.

I did all my logical stuff, I checked under the bed, the floor, under my pillow. But I knew, absolutely, where I had put it, I knew there was no breeze that could’ve blown it off my bed, and if had, it wouldn’t have gone far. I knew no one had been home, but me, since I put the notepad by my bed. Still I searched the whole room. It wasn’t an especially expensive notebook, it was just frustrating to me that I couldn’t find it.

Eventually I decided, from further research about writing letters to spirit, that my Nan was giving me a sign that she had read it by moving the notepad. So I bought a new notepad, and I moved on.

A couple of weeks later, I can home, opened my bedroom door, and there, on my bed was my notepad. Not on the floor, a little under the covers, peeking out from under the pillow. It was there, slap bang in the middle of my bed.

What did I do? I thanked the spirits for putting it back.

Anytime since then that items have gone missing, which isn’t often anymore. I have asked for them back and after a couple of days, they appear again. My mum, who still lives in that house, has a similar problem. She’ll often tell me that books she was part way through reading have gone missing. So I advise her to ask for them back, to this day, it has never worked for her…

Do I have a knack for dealing with mischievous spirits, or is someone on the other side trying to tell my mum something? We might never know…

About the author

Kayleigh runs the blog Confidently Kayleigh where she blogs about the serious stuff and the silly stuff. From body acceptance to fun countdowns and anxiety to TV trivia. There’s something for everyone.