Ever since I was a kid, I knew there was more to this world than meets the eye. I’ve had many experiences with paranormal ‘things’ over the years, but something that always fascinates people is the question ‘What do ghosts actually look like?’. I’ll preface this post by saying that I think this is a highly individualised experience, and that I am fairly sure that the way I see ghosts is not the way everyone sees them. Having said that, I would love to share with you!
When I see the spirit of someone who has passed, they actually just look like any regular person! They appear solid and very much alive for the most part… except when I look down to their feet. That’s where it gets a bit hazy and whispy… and I take it to mean that shows they’re not ‘tethered to life’. Sometimes I see them with the injuries they sustained in death, other times they look like a normal person – the best way I can explain this is that maybe the injured spirits wanted me to see their injuries for some reason? Who knows!
Usually I feel a shift in energy before I see a spirit, that is I typically sense them before I see them! But not always – I have definitely been caught off-guard a few times, probably because I was concentrating on something and wasn’t as aware of my surroundings as I would typically be. Of course, not all spirits are friendly and there have been times when I’ve been confronted by things I would really rather not have engaged with. Today, I’d like to share with you a story that I haven’t told for a while.
I was staying with family in an old country town in Western Australia, where I live. They live on a farm, but owned a property in the small town nearby. The building had been used as a morgue and funeral home when the town had been originally settled, before being bought and used as a bank. Eventually, they had bought it and turned it into a gorgeous period-perfect AirBnb. I happened to be at the farm on a Monday, and was asked to lend a hand with cleaning the property after the latest round of guests had left.
I’d been to the property before, but aside from residual energy (as you would expect from a morgue/funeral home), I hadn’t been overly concerned about the place. But as soon as I set foot in there on this particular day, I could tell there was something else in that place. I felt nervous, and hurried through my work so I would be able to head out. I happened to be vacuuming the fancy front parlour of the property when I turned and saw a man leaning against one of the window frames between me and the door.
He was tall, and dressed very smartly in a Victorian-style suit with a wing collar. He had a beard, and his hair was neatly combed. He was reading a very large newspaper, with his legs extended in front of him as he leaned… but of course there were no feet! As I watched him, he flicked the newspaper to stop it from flopping over before staring right at me. And then he told me to get out of his house. Needless to say, I went.
A good year or so later, I was once again visiting the farm. The family had chosen to sell this property, as they couldn’t be bothered with the upkeep of running it anymore. I was asked to help clean it up for the new owners… and I am pretty sure you can imagine what happened next! Once more I found myself alone in the parlour, keeping a watchful eye out for the man who hadn’t wanted me in his home. I managed to get through all the dusting, put up freshly washed curtains, and vacuumed the whole floor when I heard someone clear their throat behind me.
Can you guess who it was?
The man was once again standing by the window I had seen him at before, only this time he had his hands clasped in front of him. I didn’t say anything, and at last he decided to talk to me.
“I’m very sorry for the way I spoke to you last time you were here,” he said sheepishly. “It was ungentlemanly of me.”
“Apology accepted,” I replied… because what else can you say to that! And to be honest, at least he was apologising for his rudeness.
But he wasn’t done. “Could you please tell the family that I don’t want them to sell the house?”
I felt a great wave of sadness come from him, mixed with a vast loneliness. “I’m very sorry,” I told him. “It’s already sold. The new owners will arrive next week.”
“Ah,” he sighed, before vanishing into thin air before my very eyes.
I don’t know if the new owners ever had any experiences with him, but I remember my encounters with this man as clearly as though they happened yesterday! Have you ever seen or interacted with a spirit? If not, would you ever want to? Let me know in the comments!