In a certain corridor where I felt a presence moving up and down the munchkin started smiling and waving “Bye!” he also zoned in on an other area where the co-workers had said that they’d encountered some things. He would occasionally follow movement with his eyes and try to reach out to nothing.

My husband who hasn’t been around when the munchkin’s witnessed ghosts before was a little creeped out. He’s used to it with me, but with the munchkin it’s different because of the innocence.

There’s the traumatic death spirit. Say you’re involved in a semi truck accident, or murdered, or fall down the stairs or something like that. That’s a very violent death and could cause leave some unresolved issues that will have you sticking around.

Other spirits I believe stay around because they feel an obligation, like my grandfather, who likes to watch out for us, offer advice and keep the munchkin company while he sleeps.

I think there are others who don’t realize that they’ve died, and may stay around because they missed the way to cross over, and in many cases they repeat what they’ve been doing in life over and over.

I was looking to buy an antique Hall bench with a mirror attached. When I went to the persons house to photograph it, I inspected it very carefully. The mirror was in good condition and looked to be original to the piece. It had heavy boards backing it. When I went home to look at the pictures on my digital camera, the mirror very clearly showed a circle with what looked like a backwards “B” in it. It was a very large image and seemed to almost be backlit. Every photo of the mirror shows a circle on it that is not present when viewing it physically. What do you make of this?

There are quite a few recorded incidents of ghostly images in photographs sometimes there is a logical explanation, dust on the film, light reflecting off something not immediately visible, but in other cases orbs, or even people have been captured on film.

Why an image such as the one you describe shows up…I couldn’t say. If it had happened once I might think that it was some kind of discrepancy, but it seems as though it could be an imprint of some sort.

I believe that spiritual energy can leave an imprint on things especially if it was something that a person who died cared for a lot.

There was apparently something scaring him, but he had no way to explain what it was. He’s done this a few times at night recently and I’m not sure if it’s a nightmare of some sort or something else, visitors that he doesn’t want or need.

I’m going to be going back over the ground rules in the house with everything spirit-wise again I can see it. I’d figured Samhain would be a good time to do that, but it looks as though I’m going to have to do it earlier. I found out last week that there’s a cemetery only a few minutes from us but I’d no idea because it’s not a side street I normally go down, but there it is. I wonder if spirits are being attracted over this way and being nosy.

We had a relatively uneventful visit compared to things that would happen when I was living there, but there was one incident with my son that made me do a bit of a double-take. We were going through the Castillo de San Marco when he started to babble as though he was talking to someone yet my friend and I, and him, were the only ones who were in that particular area.

When we asked him what he was doing or if anyone was there he said, “Wah-war,” I asked him what it was and he said again, “Wah-war, he dead,” I looked around while trying to open my own senses a bit more and saw the sign explaining that the room we were in had been a prison for Native Americans when they were there, automatically this made me think “Wah-war,” might be “warrior” so I asked him and he said, “Yeah, war-rar,” and then mimed someone getting hit and said, “Ow!”

A diaper change later and we found there was a room he didn’t want to go into at all. He cried and shouted and pulled away at one point crawling backwards out of the room.

The first ghost I remember seeing at college I saw at about one or two in the morning. A friend and I were staying up on the mezzanine with another friend helping her study, and I started to see a face hovering by the fire place in the corner. It was a woman and I got a feeling of overwhelming sadness from her, and felt she was looking for her son.

A few months later I heard a story about a little boy who was supposedly sometimes seen in the dorm rooms on the first floor. If people had toys in the dorm they would find them moved around, and they would sometimes see him running around on the mezzanine. The urban legend goes that he fell through the railing off the mezzanine and died; he was chasing a ball.

It was about seven years before I encountered anything again properly.

This is not to say that I didn’t try to find things before that. I read books on ghosts and tried all sorts of different ways to make the spirits contact me or turf them up, make them do things, experiments listed in books like leaving glasses of water out for them and things like that. I’m fortunate really that I have good protectors because who knows what I could have brought to my grandparent’s house given we lived near a Viking burial mound, but then again those people died long enough ago that their spirits are probably thoroughly at rest and cannot be disturbed.

No, it wasn’t until we moved to a little bungalow down the street that I met the humming woman. My Mum and I moved to this residence when I was almost fourteen. It was a little cottage bungalow that had previously been owned by an elderly couple. We were in essence house-sitting for another couple who were going to move in when they retired, and as long as we didn’t mind them remodeling things a bit while we lived there, we could stay there.

On a particular day which was summer holidays I was waiting to go into town to meet my Mum to get my school uniforms, when there was a very lound BANG! from the back porch. I went haring out there and found that there were builders knocking down the porch. They’d thought no one was home because we didn’t have a car in the driveway and I’d been in the front room playing music and trying to do some homework and hadn’t heard them come up.

They apologized profusely and in traditional British fashion I went and made them some tea and brought them out some biscuits to prove all was right in my world, and then busied myself getting ready to go out. As I walked out the kitchen towards my bedroom I heard someone humming in the hallway. Definitely not a builder a high pitched female hum, just a few bars of a tune not enough to work out what the song was. I said, “Hello?” but nothing.

A few days later I heard her again. Mum’s theory, which stands not quite proven, to this day is that the builders knocking the porch down disturbed the woman who had lived there before, as she liked to sit out in that porch and watch the fish pond, from what our landlords tell us.

In my excitement to find out more I went down to our local New Age store and got myself a red candle and lit it and asked her to talk to me, but I didn’t find much more out. I think my long-winded explanation of why I wanted to talk to her may have put her at ease and meant she could rest once more because I was going on, “we’re not going to destroy your house, we really like this place, it’s just the porch was going rotten, and the people who own the place are really nice. We’re taking care of the fish…” and so on.

Until we emigrated the next year those were the main ghosts of note that I saw.

I’ve always wondered if my son might be my grandfather come back to us but it’s one of those “don’t want to read too much into it”. There’s been some strange coincidences like him having my grandfather’s blood type A+ when both my husband and I are O-; and the fact that my grandfather’s favorite song “Skye Boat Song” has long been the only lullaby that will get him to settle down especially if we’re not at home.

I do, however, talk to my grandfather and have asked him to be my son’s guide and help him out, watch over him, especially at night.

My son has several times, especially when he’s been learning to walk , asked what looks at first glance “thin air” to pick him up, and for a while he’s been very interested in pointing to the ceiling and asking “Who?” “What?”

The other morning he asked me “What?” and pointed. I was running down a list of things it might be, “wall, couch, shelf…” but suddenly something struck me. It’s been a bit “stressball” here lately and I’ve shut down a bit psychically because of it. I asked him if someone was there, and he nodded, and I felt out, opening myself back up and got the impression of my grandfather being there. I asked, “Is it Granddad?” and my son shook his head pretty fervantly, and then came over and put his hand on my chest, where my grandfather’s spirit had been when I was experiencing entity attachment and I laughed, “Ah, right not your Granddad. My Granddad. Mommy’s Granddad,” and he nodded and laughed, and kept pointing up and going, “Da-dada, Da-dada.”

For more details on what happened with him my personal blog has the full information. I can’t bring myself to re-type everything too many bad memories.

I’m fully embroiled in my article. I’ve been able to get information from a couple of other cities which was nice, and funny in some respects when one agent got a “little” confused and started explaining to me that I couldn’t fix a car in my house…of course she had probably just got to work in her time zone and perhaps wasn’t fully awake yet.

I’m going to do a series of posts on ghostly encounters that I’ve had. If anyone has had a ghostly encounter they would be willing to write about and would like to share I would be excited to hear about it!

I’m still in the process of building up my wall of shielding. I need to go today and find some more picture frames so I can put some new parts up. Every time we move I trade out some parts of the anchor points for different pictures, find which ones will work better at a new place, and there are some who must always be there and always be a part.

This morning I’m going up to the store to look for these, and perhaps buy some things straight out. Part of the house theme is ocean and part is Asian. I remember buying one of my friends a wall plaque with large kanji for “Home Safe” on it, if they still have something like that it would be very useful.

A lot of my workings are done “off the cuff” I tend to take the bones of a ritual I’ve read some where and add to it to make it my own. I find it easier to do the working if I feel it from the heart, and reading something rote from a book feels more like an assignment in high school than a spiritual experience.