Real Ghost Stories

the Psychical

enon of the Thought Body is shown to be comparatively frequent, and the Psychical Research Society have about a hundred

a member of the Stock Exchange, who is well known to many intimate friends of mine as a man of high character. The narrative, which is verified by the Psychical Research Soci

lled that I should do this at one o'clock in the morning, and having willed it I went to sleep. Next Thursday, when I first met my friends, the elder lady told me she woke up and saw my apparition advancing

ve, and make my presence felt by the inmates. Next day I went to Kew. Miss V.'s married sister told me, without any prompting from me, that she had seen me in the passage going from one room to another at half-past nine o'clock, and that at twelve, when she was wide awake, she saw me come into the front bedroom where she slept and take her hair, which is very long, into my ha

at mid-night. Ten days afterwards I saw Miss V., when she voluntarily told me that on Saturday at midnight she distinctly saw me, when she was quite wide awake. I

ity which willed the visit has not yet unlocked the memory of his unconscious partner, and Mr. B., although able to go and see and touch, could bring back no memory of his a

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portant, because the Thought Body was not recognised at the time, showing that it could not have been a subjective revival of

ad obtained an appointment in the Indian

p the country to join the District Commissioner of a d

d mail drew near I became quite unreasonably apprehensive of bad news, and in this state of mind I retired one evening to bed, and lay awake till long past the middle of the night, when suddenly, close to my bedside, appeare

ike the hale, fresh-looking youth we had parted from only four or five months previously t

beard and moustache, whereas the apparition was devoid of either. A little later came a portrait of himself recently taken. It was

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he "Proceedings of the Psychical Research Society." The narrator, Mr. John Moule

o try the experiment, the lady being in Dalston, about three miles off. I stood, raised my hands, and willed to act on the lady. I soon felt that I had expended energy. I immediately sat down in a chair and went to sleep. I then saw in a dream my friend coming down the kitchen stairs where I dreamt I was. She saw me, and exclaimed suddenly, 'Oh! Mr. Moule,' and fainted away. This I dreamt and then awoke. I thought very little about it, supposing I had had an ordinary dream; but about

be seen, except the tip of her nose, her lips, and the tip of her chin, which were hidden by the edge of the door. She was an old acquaintance of his, whom he had not seen for twenty or twenty-five years. He observed her closely until his brother entered the house, and coming into the room passed completely through the phantasm, w

e. In Mr. Dale Owen's remarkable volume, "Footfalls on the Boundary of Another World," there is a narrative, entitled "The Visionary Excursion," in which a lady, whom he calls Mrs. A., whose husband was a brig

s. A., was residing with her husband, a colonel in the British

dea was confirmed by the pale and lifeless look of the body, the face void of expression, and the whole appearance showing no sign of vitality. She gazed at it with curiosity for some time, comparing its dead look with that of the fresh countenances of her husband and of her

t her further progress. But no, she seemed to pass through it into the open air. Outside the house was a tree; and

Miss L. M., who lived at Greenwich. She began to talk; but she remembered no more until she waked by her husband's side. Her first words were

ppeared to her about three o'clock in the morning of the night before last, robed in viol

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are vivid and realistic. Here is the description given by a medical man in a well-known watering-pl

h stood between the two houses, which were about five hundred yards apart. I have no impression whatever how I became transplanted from the house. The lady was in a camp bedstead, directly opposite to me, looking at and reaching out her arms towards me, when my disembodied spirit instantly disappeared to join the material body which it had left in some mysterious way. As I returned and was fitting in to my body on my left side, when half united I could see within me the ununited sp

room, looking at her as she sat up in bed, and that he disappeared after a short stay; but how he got there she

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the shape of communicating any experience they had had of the so-called supernatural. One of my visitors ga

had overtaken him or the boy. She said, 'Is there some trouble?' He said, 'There is; the boy--' and then he faded from her sight. The curious part of the story is that my father at that very time had been thinking on board the steamer of having to tell his wife of the loss of the boy. The lad had been missed, and for a short time father feared he had fallen overboard. Sh

F. R. Lees, the well-known temperance controversialist. On

ty years ago, and may be related in very few words. Whether it was coinci

ge portion of the island, coming back to St. Heliers from Bouley Bay, taking tea about seven o'clock at Captain --'s villa. The party broke up about ten o'clock, and the weather being fine and warm, I walked to the house of a bank

u in my next why I ask; for something happened to me.' In the middle of the week the letter came, and these words in it:-'I had just awoke from a slight repose, when I saw you in your night-dress bend over me, and utter the words, "

miles away. The theory that the phantasmal body is occasionally detachable from the material frame accounts for this in a fashion, and that is more t

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e by a correspondent in North Britain, who received the statement from a Colonel now serving in India

coolies in a doolie, and on this account we had to halt at a rest-house, or pitch our camp every evening. One evening, when three marches out of Banda, I had just come into Robertson's room about midnight to relieve Jones, for Robertson was so ill that we took it by turns to watch him, when Jones took me aside and whispered that he was afraid our friend was dying, that he did not expect him to live t

at neither of us thought of speaking to her, but as soon as she passed out of the door I recovered myself and, as quickly as possible, followed her, but could not find a trace of her. Robertson died that night. We were then about t

obertson's home, he was shown into the drawing-room. After waiting a few minutes, a lady entered-the same who had appeared to both of us in the jungle in India; it was Robertson's mother. She

must have been asleep and dreamed it, but I know I was not, for I re