Ghost Stories by Seamus.

When Sheena still had her business in Rochester, England, I used to work in her shop periodically.   On one occasion that I was working there and we had closed up for the day, we went back to Sheena’s apartment, as was usual. When we arrived, we made something for tea and sit to eat and talk about the events of the day.   Usually we talked shop and about the clients who came for readings or healings and that afternoon it was no different. At some point Sheena decided to go to the bathroom, which was through a high archway and down a short hall.   On her way through the archway she felt a splash, or drip, of water hit her on the face.   She told me this and we looked to see what caused the splash.   We thoroughly checked the ceiling, expecting it to be a drip caused by a spillage in the apartment above, but nothing was found.   On her way back from the bathroom she had the same experience again. This time I walked through the arch a few times back ...

I knew I was asleep and astral travelling when I noticed that every step, I took, was similar to an astronaut walking on the moon. After three or four of these super long steps I decided this was pointless so I changed to floating along instead. This was achieved by leisurely breast-stroking through the air.  It was fun!   As I moved along, I saw a farm gate in my way, so, aware that I was still astral traveling, I thought I would just float through the solid bars of the gate but, instead, proceeded to bang head first into it!   It didn’t hurt but I was humorously surprised and had a smile to myself. I think my brain could accept floating along but being conscious of floating through solid objects was just not acceptable in my semi-aware state.   Anyway, I had no difficulty floating over the gate, rather like a diver in water going around and over obstacles, and continued on my merry way. Soon I became aware that I, still floating, had arrived in the Market Yard...

Avril is a friend of mine who does tarot readings with a mix of mediumship.  She lives, with her family, on a property that backs on to a stream, or brook, which feeds into the lake not far away.   Her home and those around her have been built on what was original bushland, sometime within the last fifty years.   Before that the area wasn’t used by anyone except for a few tracks created by animals that local Aboriginal’s, in their time, used for access to the stream and lake, for fishing.  Her home is laid out with the three bedrooms in a line from the front to the back of the house.   The parents sleep in the front room, their son in the middle room and their daughter has the back room. The problem they were having was, that their daughter would not sleep all night in her own room and, every night, at some stage, came in to sleep with her parents.   This went on for some time so, eventually, Avril tried swapping rooms, moving her daughter into the middle...