I'm Lauren, from Cape Town. So great to see locals here too! I'm new to this site, and am enjoying reading all the stories and experiences. Here is my experience of not seeing a ghost, but rather a visit from an old friend.
I was around 12 years old (24 now). My dad had fetched my from school, in Pinelands, and we were driving home. I remember driving past the canal (those who know the area will now where I am talking about) - a bridge over a long canal in the area, to those that don't. Walking on the sidewalk was an old friend of mine I hadn't seen in about a year or so, Nathaniel (we used to live in the same complex, spent time together everyday. I remember once he even took me under a tree outside his house and kissed me on the cheek. We were just friends, and very young, but I had a strong fondness of him).
Anyway, so I saw him walking, in his school uniform, with his bag on his back, and as we drove past he waved at me and smiled. I waved back, so happy to see him again, and I recall saying, "Hey, there's Nathaniel," but don't think my dad heard me.
When I got into my mother's house, where I was being dropped, I rushed to my mom to tell her that I had just seen Nathaniel now, as she also knew him well when we stayed at our old complex. She then looked at me and waited until my dad had left. She then took me to her room, and was very sad. She picked up a printed photo of Nataniel with text, and it looked like that of a memorial invite. I didn't understand and was like, "but I just saw him." She then explained to me that it was a few weekends ago, while I was at my dad's house, that Nathaniel had been away with his friend and friend's father at some power line place, and he had gone up to one of the power lines, touched it and was shocked to death. It is a horrific thing to have happened to him and his family... And for the friend's father I am sure.
It was apparently his funeral that weekend, and they had just received the invite. (She had phoned to send her condolences, and his dad told my mother what had happened.)
It was weird at the time for me to wrap my head around it, as I had never lost anyone close to me. I still know that we had a special bond, and that he had come back to say goodbye. I will never forget that, and can still remember every detail of seeing him.
Anyone have any of these experiences?
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First of all welcome to YGS. I enjoyed your story very much. I'm sorry for the loss of your friend at such a young age.
I have had dreams of going on train rides to a boat or plane with relatives that I had not seen in years. This happened at least 5 times in my adult life. When we got to the destination where they were going to get onto the boat or plane they got solemn and got off the train. If I tried to get off the train they would say that I could not go with them because it was not my time for the trip. Within a week I learned that they died. The last time this happened I told my mother to call her aunt as I did not have her number. My mother asked why and I had to tell her that I had a dream that her uncle was going to die. She got mad at me I don't know why as her uncle was elderly and already had at least one stroke. She called her aunt and found out that her uncle was in the hospital and it didn't look like he was going to live much longer. He died within days.
Also when I was in my early 20's before I started dating my husband there was a nice guy that I liked a lot. He liked me a lot too but refused to date me. His reason was he knew he was going to die soon. He wasn't ill but he knew he didn't have much longer to live. When I started dating I dropped most of my male friends. I had not seen the guy I liked in a couple of weeks, he knew that I was asked out by someone else and he was genuinely happy for me. He did not drive and I asked him to come to my house for a little New Years Eve get together. He wanted to go to a party at a bar anyway. He was walking home from the bar which he lived quite far away from and was run over by two drunk drivers who were never caught. He was right when he had told me months before that he didn't have long to live. It hit me hard that he died so young. But if he had not pushed me away I don't think I would be with my wonderful husband or have my 3 adult children.