Ever seen a ghost horse/had a psychic experiences?

Not seen him, but I sense my baby horse around me all the time and it is very comforting.

Human wise, my nan's old house had an evil presence at the top of the stairs...can't explain it other than you felt something was watching you come downstairs and I always did so at a run. I still don't like stairs. I thought it was just me until my mum, who grew up there, told me she always felt it too.
 
Glad Im not the only who believes in all this.

At the yard theres a barn that you have to go in to turn the water on. However its not a barn but the old farmhouse. Still laid out as a house with the big inglenook fireplace etc.. The door to get in has a latch but on numerous occasions you can't lift the latch up to get in. You can even get a rod to put it through the hole to lift the latch but you can't. Without fail, as soon as you put the rod through, the window next door will slam regardless of if its windy.

The only way you can get in is to get the farmer (descendent of the people who lived in the house) to open it, by simply putting his finger through and lifting the latch. There is no trick to open it, just somedays they don't want you in there.

Another one is when my parents were looking to buy a house the visited a barn conversion. I went with them but as soon as I went in I felt odd. Nothing nasty but the atmosphere wasn't right. Anyway they bought it and the first night my brother who was around 2 at the time screamed, with his hands over his eyes. This happened every night. He was scared stiff. A couple days passed and one of the neighbours was a vicar so we asked him and his wife around but they point blank refused to step in the door. They wouldn't tell us what had happened in the house but told us to leave asap.

Over the coming weeks my brother was getting more and more terrified and slept in the same room as my parents. All of us always felt cold. Then one night water flooded the kitchen. Came from under the floor.

No explanation to why, it was a dry summer (how I miss them!).

Shortly after we left, I would see figures hanging from the ceiling at the second staircase and it wasn't until my parents stripped the wall paper we found crosses drawn on the walls, everywhere.

A lot of other things happened, whether it was linked I don't know, but we lasted less than 6 months.
 
How about a reincarnation? My old pal dreamt about an old house for years - secret passages the works. She met a friend at her work place for a night out - her friend worked late - my friend had a tingle up her spine and said the place was familiar - old stately home - she walked over to the wooden staircase and pushed at the old dusty oak panel - lo and behold it gave way and opened - the old servants entrance - not been opened for years - decades of dust had built up .... The staff were astounded no-one even knew it was an entrance and it was found by a 18 year old who'd never been there before and only dreamed it ... True story :-D
 
My lovely horse had to be PTS in Jan 2009 due to impaction colic, I had him cremated..it broke my heart and my spirit.
I scattered his ashes in the small woodland area of my land.
I often think I can see his silhouette at night when I tend to the other horses and walk my dog.
I am reassured that he is still around me.
I really hope he is...
 
I also had a first hand experience of a human ghost at a place where I work a couple of times a year...real goose bump stuff..... I totally believe in ghosts now !
 
I didn't believe in this kind of thing until I lived in our last house - now I have no doubt!! I have so many stories from there but I don't really feel like sharing them as I sit up here alone :o - Maybe tomorrow (by daylight / phone!)

But will share my horsey ones.
Last summer I suddenly lost my beloved horse to colic, and it left me completely heartbroken. I remembered reading a thread on here about ghost animals and will admit that I desperately looked for him / signs of him everywhere but saw nothing, so just accepted he'd gone and started trying to move on and not dwell on it so much. But a few months after he died some weird things started happening - a few times I've glanced out of the window and done a double take when I've seen one too many horses - though I realise this could just be my mind playing tricks on me. Quite a few times, when I've been doing the feeds, the door of the stable that used to belong to him has violently swung open when there has been no one else there & no wind to blow it open - he always used to play with the doors and nudged them when he was waiting for me to finish the feeds. Once, I pushed the door back and it bounced straight back to me which threw me a bit! I'm sure it was him telling me to hurry up.
But the weirdest thing happened a few months after he died and I just can't get it out of my head! When we'd go out hacking without him, we'd always give him a small feed to keep him occupied while we went off down the track, and he wouldn't settle until he had it (food obsessed!). Once I was sat on my mare just waiting for our hacking buddy to get ready, she'd gone into the house to grab something. It was a quiet, still day, but I heard his neigh call out from the field, so clearly, as it always did, to remind me to bring his feed - and my mare lifted her head, turned in the direction of the fields and neighed back immediately - and all I thought to myself was "i mustn't forget to give him his snack on the way out or there will be trouble!" (:eek:!!!!)
I sat there for a good half-minute before my heart stopped and my blood ran cold and it suddenly hit me that he shouldn't be able to neigh to me any more. I rushed my mare over to the fields to look and obviously he wasn't there ... but it was very, very spooky. We're the only horsey house around for quite a bit and you can see all the roads/tracks from the house - there was no one else about, and he had a very distinctive neigh. I've never told anyone that story but it really shook me - it was lovely to hear his voice once again. I haven't heard/seen anything of him since but I do like to think he's still about.
 
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God I'm not going to want to get up in the night to feed my baby!

I've had a few things.... When I was about 13 I had my horse on a 200 acre farm, as I was getting mine in from the field one day I saw a girl on a grey horse gallop across the hill in front of me in the distance, I then saw her fall off at the top. I hadn't been at the yard long and there were three stable blocks and when I asked around if the girl was ok no one knew who I was talking about and there were no grey horses at the yard!

I've also seen our old dog walk across the living room as clear as anything shortly after she died. And a shadow of our budgie sat on the top of the door.

And shortly after my grandad died I went into his room to go and look at his gas mask he kept from the war which was in his draw, (he used to show it to me) and I had a really strong sense of him being there and telling me to get out of his room, he never liked me upstairs on my own. But weirdly I told my nan this at Xmas after many years, and she's never known he's had a gas mask in his draw and never saw it when she cleared them out!
 
Quite a lot as from a very psychic family - wish I wasn't. But one conerning two horses I ownded.

My chestnut mare, on a particular ride along a local lane, where we had to turn left at a little country crossroads, always pulled out, right into the middle orf the road and did the left turn giving the LH verge a huge berth. I put it down to being one of her little ways.

In the course of time she died, and I got a new horse. Rode her along that route and she too pulled right out on that left hand turn. i was talking to the farmer who owns that land at a party, and the lane came up in conversation about something quite different. I happened to mention my two horses' aversions to that corner. He looked a bit oddly at me - and then told me that that the local gibbet had stood on that left hand corner!

Quite recently I was out riding with a friend, and had lent her my horse. She was in front as we rounded that corner. I didn't say anything, but sure enough my mare (her mount) pulled right out as usual, to the rider's surprise. My borrowed mount, who was new to the area and hadn't been that way before, didn't pull out. I was just thinking that it had all been my imagination when he shied violently to the right (at nothing) and very nearly unseated me .....?
 
Wow great thread everybody, your stories are all so interesting :)\

I don't see people, I feel them and their energy.

When I was 8, my pop had died a few months before. I was in bed at my nan and pop's house and I felt him sit down on the bed and put his hand on my shoulder, like he used to do when he was alive. I haven't really felt him since, but I think it might be because I was too young to know how he felt and how to sense him. My nan says she feels him all the time.

When my mum died in 2010, my nan, a friend and I had just gotten home from the hospital, I had said my goodbyes and left for the night. I got a call from my aunty saying she had passed and as I collapsed crying I felt her give me a massive hug and comfort me.
I started riding a little while after mum died and GK found me. We clicked almost like we knew each other and then Bo came about a year later. Again we have this connection, I trust these horses with my life.

I took Bo to one of my Bowen modules as at that stage he was for sale (a friend and I had taken him on as a project horse) and we had just put the horses away for lunch when I started crying. Someone asked me why I was crying and what if felt like... my only answer was Mum.
I did some investigating and it turns out that mum had sent him to me as a reminder to always follow my heart, not just my head in life (long story behind that one) and that if I have need to talk to her, tell Bo and he will help my message get through. I was standing with Bo at one of his first shows and I felt Mum's presence behind me, just to let me know she was there and proud and randomly when I spend time with him and GK, I feel her presence too.

And here is a few from a family friend Kelly, who sees people.
One of mum's best friends Tracey had flown in to Perth from Adelaide 2 day's before mum died. I asked her if she would speak at the funeral, as mum would have loved that. When her and her son went up to the podium to speak, Kelly said mum walked over to Tracey and put her hand on her shoulder while she was speaking and stood with her while she finished.

When my uncle committed suicide in 2005, Kelly was overseas and she woke up to find him sitting on the end of her bed. He asked her to tell my aunty and his kids that he was sorry and he didn't mean for it to happen. Kelly called her mum the next morning and asked her what that was about and her mum had no idea. Kelly's mum called my nan who confirmed that my uncle had died around midnight.

I don't normally feel frightened or threatened by it, its actually really comforting. However before Christmas I was over in Victoria for part of my Bowen couse and we went to this pub called the Coach and Horses, (here is some info on it http://www.weeklytimesnow.com.au/article/2008/10/29/20581_country-living.html)
we didn't know much about it before entering but there was definately a heavy feeling to the place as we walked through the door. Of course the first thing we did was scare ourselves silly by reading the ghost story information that's at the bar... There is a story about the staircase and how one of the owners was thrown down it by an unseen force, breaking his leg as he fell... And guess how you get to the ladies room?? That's right, past the staircase. We went in pairs and I have never moved so fast... haha The staff, when they have to go upstairs, go in pairs just incase and a few times they have noticed coasters moving around or table settings messed up. We didn't see anything while we were there, however I did not want to go anywhere near that staircase. It felt really wrong. That could be something, or it could be me and my over active imagination from reading those stories :)


ETA: wow, sorry for the essay!! haha
I didn't realise I had written so much.
 
After my Dad died I was heartbroken and a few months after went to a temple of truth meeting...I have no idea as to what the temple of truth is but suffice to say it was a congregation of people who believe in life after death...which I didnt at the time. I was just desperate to know something ....is there after death.

At the meeting the orator said that he saw a man with a large white horse sat at his feet. Who connected with that? I at once knew it as my Dad and Silver,, my 17 hh horse who had died several years before and who my Dad often sat in the field with Silver reading. Silver would be laid down and Dad used to lean on him as he read. Who the hell would have known that? It freaked me out and comforted me at the same time it was too random to make it up. I held my hand up and the orator said that there was no message, just that they were there in the next world.

Im still not sure if it was a fake or real...but to add to that we once lived in a house where my cats would jump into the kitchen from the lounge....I later found that a former resident of the house had collapsed and died on the threshold of the lounge and kitchen. Was that something the cats could see and we couldnt? Whatever it was I could not explain it.

Im not keen on the unexplained but those two incidents still make me wonder.
 
Ive told my ghost stories on here before so I won't, but a couple of weeks ago the most odd thing happened at my parents.
We had our super star mare pts about a year ago, aged 32. We have a big painting of her, which usually hangs above the mantlepiece. Mum had been decorating to instead of being hung it was propped up there at an angle, so the base of the painting was further out, the top resting on the wall.

All of a sudden it fell, flipping twice in the air before smashing the glass on the hearth. It didn't slip down from the bottom as you would expect as there were candles etc in front of it which just didn't move. Its a very heavy framed painting and to fall from the top and land face up seems almost impossible. Anyway, we put it down to Bertha reminding us we really need to plant that Jasmin for her. :)
 
I have a few stories. Ive lived in my house ever since I was born. My parents moved out, so its just me,my boyfriend and my 2 dogs. Every other week my OH does nights so im on my own. If I have a lazy week and have left the house a little messy, at night around 10pm when I'm in bed somebody will slam a kitchen door shut. Its really loud and a proper slam. Neither me or the dogs are bothered by it though.
My parents old house had somebody init aswell. Both me and my mum felt something on the stairs, we never told eachother until they had moved out. I was also in the bath once and had somebody say "Hello" to me. That freaked me out and I soon got out the bath!!!
Have loads of ones from an old job though. Worked for a lady looking after her 2 horses. He house was a really old place and so were the stables which were a little way from the house. One of the horses that I used to ride would always spook at one corner in the menage without fail. The people next door had one of those horse whisperer people out and the lady said. Next door there is a school and somebody is stood at H. If they want them to move then they just need to ask. So I was schooling one day getting really fed up that this horse kept spooking. So feeling like a complete tit, I pulled up and asked this person to move. The horse then watched something move around the school and dissapear. He never spooked in that corner ever again.
Another story at the same place, I always felt a presence stood behind me while I was filling the haynets in one of the stables. I didnt like that at all and would always make sure I filled the haynets while the horses were still in!!
 
Loving this thread!! And I'm also very pleased to be reading it during the day :p

Got a story from a friend who's mam owns the yard we rent. A horse was PTS there a few years ago, apparently it was the "devil" horse! After being PTS the guy had to take the trailer off the yard asap as there was blood dripping out the back (it had been shot) so everyone got brushes and water to scrub away the blood. Few days later after it had rained the blood came back, so they scrubbed it away again, next time it rained it came back again! :eek: also after the horse was taken away the next morning when they opened the tack room all his tack and chiffney etc was on the floor! Scary.

Also just recently, my OHs parents came to stay when we we're setting up (around xmas time) his dad came back in after going out for a cig and said "that horse sounds happy munching in the shed" (he's not horsey and was meaning the field shelter) me and my OH looked at each other and said "what horse?" the yard was empty, apart from our 2 and there weren't any horses in the shelter at that time! A couple of days later me and my OH were next to the field shelter (at night) and I could hear a horse in there, breathing, the crunching their teeth make when they eat their hay, and the general presence of a horse, safe to say we were freaked out and ran! :D later got told by the owner their mare was PTS outside the shelter after giving birth. YIKES!!
 
I've only had horsey experiences.. One of my horses died at a show and I was heartbroken, it was a horrific, traumatic event and was one I just couldn't get over. I literally cried every day for months. I then spoke to an animal communicator who said Dev would do something to let me know that he's with me. A few weeks later I was watching eastenders with my housemate and we had a coupe of roses tins on our coffee table. All of a sudden the top tin got up onto its side, rolled off the bottom tin, off the table and rolled to my feet where it stopped. I said "hello dev" and I got a lovely warm feeling :) He came visiting for a while until I found my other horse.

When Legend was PTS we had a few odd things happen in the house, at night our PC would turn itself back on and make the windows noise (de de de dee) even though the speakers were off.... Again it didn't make me feel scared, it was a lovely feeling to know he was looking out for me. All of that stopped once I'd had Buddy for a few months :)
 
I remember my Aunt taking me and my brothers in the middle of the night to the site of an old hall (in ruins).. she then proceeded to tell us about the headless horse woman who was known to ride up there at night.. lets just say I couldn't wait to get away from there..
 
A couple of none horsey ones, though one is animal related.

I used to have a studio in a converted mill in Manchester. It was on the top floor & had 13 artists. One night people got talking about an experience they had all shared. They thought someone was there with them, they had seen someone out of the corner of their eye, but when they went to ask them if they wanted a hot drink there was no one there. It was always in the early days one of the studio members, who wasn't there at the time.
Some years later (after the spotted studio member had left) the building was bought by developers to convert into flats. Most tenants had moved out & there was only us on the top floor & a bookbinders, who had been there ages in the basement. I was busy making work for an exhibition. I let myself in disabling the alarm & got to work. At some point I was aware of someone behind, of their presence, I didn't turn around immediately as I was painting a detail & assumed it was one of the other members coming into say Hi. When I tuned around I saw a tall man in work overalls out of the corner of my eye. I searched the floor & I was the only one there.
A few weeks later I had to see the bookbinders about the meter & I said the building work must have disturbed the ghosts! He said "Oh have you got one too? We see someone in overalls out of the corner of our eyes & when you turn he's gone"
I contacted the estate agents & suggested they had the building exorcised before selling the flats. I think they thought I was a mad artist!

My Mum died in hospital & my Dad was also ill in another hospital, so we had to drive across the Isle of Axholme on the Lincs/Yorkshire borders to break the sad news. As my friend drove following my Aunt & Uncle a badger darted across the road, at first she thought she might have hit it, but it ran off. None of us had seen a live badger before.
The following week when I was going through the handbag my Mum had taken to hospital I found a biro drawing of a badger with "Brock the Badger" written on it, that she had drawn. My Mum had never seen a live badger either.
 
Landlord of a pub had a great big german shepherd dog, lovely big softy lump, very friendly. It went everywhere with him. He loved it to bits.
Eventually the dog died of old age and (very strangely) the landlord cut off it's tail and hung it behind the bar, as a memento.
One dark stormy night after clsoing time, it was lashing rain, howling wind, and there was a loud scratch, scratch, scratch at the back door.
Landlord opened the door... there was his old dog... howling "my tail... my tail.. give me back my tail".
The pub landlord " sorry mate, I don't retail spirits after midnight"



(ok, really sorry for terrible joke)
 
i have a few but the one horsey one i have is this, i used to ride my old mare down a disused railway line and to each side of it there was forestry. just off the track there was a ditch to pop over (nothing big) and then a few strides of steady canter before a fallen down tree to jump. i did this on a regular basis. one time i just jumped the tree and a ghostly figure moved out the corner of my eye behind the trees so i turned round and my horse was going nuttier than usual, the figure was ushering me to leave the area and looked quite panicked. i left quick and went back to the yard.
the next day another livery came to the yard and asked if i had heard about the accident on the track? i said no what happened and she said that someone had put fish wire up all across the track (side to side) at a height that would decapitate someone travelling at speed and someone on a scrambler was going along on his bike and the wire hit his crash helmet, he stopped and checked it out and found lots of fishwire.
if i had carried on i would have been going at either a fast canter or a gallop and wouldn't be here now so i'm thankful something made me turn back.
 
A horsey one - my mum's friends dad is a builder. One day she was on his building yard with her son. While she was talking to her dad her son (about 3/4 at the time) was off pottering, talking to himself. Once questioned he said he was talking to a horse (can't remember the name!). After speaking to her dad it turned out there used to be a horse kept there called by the same name in the 'olden days' before he owned the plot.

Non-horsey. Lots of weird things going on! I semi-believe. My boyfriend has a lot of weird stuff happen to him but some of it is when he is asleep. He wakes up feeling someeone is choking him or grabbing his foot. I find it hard to believe things we are woken by as you don't know what the subconscious mind is up to. Similarly, I do work myself up really bad and can get into a frenzy so don't always trust my judgement. For example, went on a tour of Edinburgh's old merchants stores in an old bridge. All set up to be scary. Barely any light, cold, damp etc and so anything I 'felt' I put it down to the atmosphere. However, there have been times when I have felt or heard something I couldn't explain. Like at uni when we were in the flat above us, We heard a massive bang from the room next door which was locked. The bang was so loud it felt like the walls shook. The building was a really old proper brick building. The dividing wall was thick brick so no idea how the sound transmitted and vibrated through the wall.

My mum is easily scared to the point if you said "do you want to hear something spooky" she would run a mile. My nanna (mums mum) had a really bad heart attack and was in hospital. My mum stayed with her through the night and thought she saw a shadow of a tall well built man behind the hospital screen. She thought it was her grandad (her mum's dad).

And ther's always the fact that when I watch psychic Sally on Pick TV the leaves on the plant in the corner of my room always move!
 
My grandad used to make appearances when we were younger. For example we would be visiting my nan. She has a musical vase of flowers that he bought her when they went on holiday a few years before he died. That would start playing all of a sudden. There were no batteries in it at the time. She used to say Tom says hello.

Grandad Tom was a medium and towards the end of his days he had a hospital bed in the downstairs living room. In the evening before he died he went to bed as normal and about 11pm nan heard him talking to somebody and saying his prayers over the baby monitor. She told him to go to sleep and rolled over to go to sleep twice this happened all the while she could here the oxygen tanks hissing in the background ( he had emphaciema - spelling?) about 3am all was quiet, even the oxygen tank so when went down to check on him and he had turned them off before he had passed. The grandfather clock in the hallway also stopped. Every year after that on the anniversary of his death the clock would strike once (she had never restarted the clock).

More recently I had to have Guinness my cat put to sleep. She always slept at the end of the bed on my feet. For the first week or so after she had gone I would put a hot water bottle where she used to sleep. However one day I forgot and I felt the familiar warm vibrating as she was purring at the bottom of the bed. I forgot completely that she was not there and reached out to stroke her. It's comforting to know she is still with me.

I went to see a medium about 6months ago who told me that I have my grandfathers talents and I need learn how to tap into them and use them. I had not said a word and was sitting at the back of the room with 40 other people so he couldn't have known.
 
These are quite spooky!
Not horsey, but my mum and stepdad once drove down a road near Pately Bridge. It was 1am and pitch black, they'd just come back from a party and decided to stop off. Mum got out of the car for a cig and looked away from the car. When she got in , my stepdad was white and sweaty (nice :p ), mum asked what was up and looked infront of the car and saw a man with a bag walking towards the car, she watched him walk through the car and disappear. They went back to the party completely shocked and was told a walker had died on that road a few years back..


Creepy! :p
 
I've remembered another one! When I was the manager of Pizza Hut (in Eastleigh) a long time ago I was there early waiting for a delivery. Within an hour the office fan turned its self on, then I put a knife on the side, not near the edge and when I turned around it was on the floor, but I didn't hear it drop! And then I heard the cutlery rustling out the front. I went out there thinking the cleaner had arrived and no one was there!
I waiting outside the back until the delivery men arrived and never went there on my own after that. Upstairs in the office had a horrible feeling as well :/
 
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