I don't believe in ghosts but I've had 1 experience I can't explain. Other members of my family have had experiences as well.
I used to live on a house that was on a corner of an intersection. The council eventually put in a round-a-bout to slow people down and waste rates payers money. This particular evening I was approaching the roundabout from east, heading west and on my right as I'm slowing down for the roundabout I see orange reflector lights of which I conclude are the reflectors of a push bike due to the colour and movement.
As it's night, I have my headlights on so I can see the reflectors but strangely I can't see anything else and my headlights are definitely working. I can't see the bike frame, I can't see a rider. Just the cats eye reflectors moving. The bike makes a right turn to end up ahead of me so I can now see the cats eye reflectors on the pedals going up and down but then as the bike passes my driveway it just disappears. I remember thinking did he just turn into my driveway? So I zoom in to my driveway, nothing there. I reverse out and drive around the block looking for this bike... It just vanished into thin air.
On that street a cyclist was killed about a year or so prior to my experience, so I do wonder if it was him or if my mind was playing tricks on me. I can't explain what I saw that night.
My mum and step-dad live on a farm, and my Mum was telling me she saw a little black dog running around when she was out in one of the paddocks, she said she saw it running and then it just disappeared into thin air. She described the dog to my step-dad and he said it matches the description of a dog he had as a kid.
Another time, we were spending the weekend at another farm. On this trip there was my immediate family, me, my sister, step dad and mum. No one else. It wasn't a working farm, more of a weekender farm. Late at night my step dad got up to goto the toilet and saw a tall man walk in just before him, so he had to wait. There was no one else with us that could have fit that description. This is where it could get weirder, 2 people have died in separate accidents on the farm and they would have fit the description if they were with us and alive.
Years and years ago my step brother had a car crash at 17, he was the only person in the vehicle. Someone that lives nearby the scene of the accident received a phone call from a relative of my step-brother to alert them that the step brother had crashed. The problem is the caller has been deceased for quite awhile.
I used to live on a house that was on a corner of an intersection. The council eventually put in a round-a-bout to slow people down and waste rates payers money. This particular evening I was approaching the roundabout from east, heading west and on my right as I'm slowing down for the roundabout I see orange reflector lights of which I conclude are the reflectors of a push bike due to the colour and movement.
As it's night, I have my headlights on so I can see the reflectors but strangely I can't see anything else and my headlights are definitely working. I can't see the bike frame, I can't see a rider. Just the cats eye reflectors moving. The bike makes a right turn to end up ahead of me so I can now see the cats eye reflectors on the pedals going up and down but then as the bike passes my driveway it just disappears. I remember thinking did he just turn into my driveway? So I zoom in to my driveway, nothing there. I reverse out and drive around the block looking for this bike... It just vanished into thin air.
On that street a cyclist was killed about a year or so prior to my experience, so I do wonder if it was him or if my mind was playing tricks on me. I can't explain what I saw that night.
My mum and step-dad live on a farm, and my Mum was telling me she saw a little black dog running around when she was out in one of the paddocks, she said she saw it running and then it just disappeared into thin air. She described the dog to my step-dad and he said it matches the description of a dog he had as a kid.
Another time, we were spending the weekend at another farm. On this trip there was my immediate family, me, my sister, step dad and mum. No one else. It wasn't a working farm, more of a weekender farm. Late at night my step dad got up to goto the toilet and saw a tall man walk in just before him, so he had to wait. There was no one else with us that could have fit that description. This is where it could get weirder, 2 people have died in separate accidents on the farm and they would have fit the description if they were with us and alive.
Years and years ago my step brother had a car crash at 17, he was the only person in the vehicle. Someone that lives nearby the scene of the accident received a phone call from a relative of my step-brother to alert them that the step brother had crashed. The problem is the caller has been deceased for quite awhile.





