A ghostly or spirit visitor or vision watching over him made Clifford Bitossi feel warm and comfortable about the afterlife.
My dad has had emphysema for the past 10 years and he has been in and out of hospital, many many times. He is 80 years old come December, he loves to sit and chat, and he told me in one of his stories, that he and mar listen to your show on the radio. So I thought you would like to hear my dad’s story. My dad was in the hospital being treated for his condition, he said that it was about 3am in the morning and he was just dozing, and you know when you get that feeling that someone is watching you well my dad opened his eyes and there was someone standing at the end of his bed dressed in white just staring at his chest, dad whispered “who’s that” thinking it was a doctor to no avail, but no one answered, I asked my dad did it scare him he answered no, it made him feel warm and safe. Maybe it was an angel come to see if he was alright. He has never forgotten that vision, and as he says now if that’s who comes and gets you when you are dying, there isn’t much to fear.

Maureen Clarke from Macquarie Fields, Sydney
sent in the following story -
Some years ago I was rushed to hospital with an ectopic pregnancy. I lost 5 pints of blood and they told me at one stage I died.
I saw a long tunnel filled with white light and had a strong sensation of being pulled through it. I heard what I can describe as music, although it was like nothing I had ever heard. It was so beautiful. I did not see anyone but had a distinct feeling that there were people at the end of the tunnel trying to pull me through.
I had arrived in Australia only six months before and had four children under nine.
I remember resisting the pull with all my strength and shouting 'I am not ready yet, I cannot leave my family alone.'
Soon the pulling subsided.
The next thing I was aware of was lying in the hospital bed with several doctors and nurses surrounding me. I heard someone say I think we are losing her.
I was very ill for sometime afterwards but I know in my heart I nearly passed over.

Dean Millington, from Oyster Bay, NSW sent in the following story -
About 5 years ago my brother-in-law's brother, Alan was assaulted for no real reason in the early hours of the morning whilst waiting for a cab to take him home. As a result of the assault he passed away almost immediately.
The following morning, aware of what had happened during the night, my sister listened to her young 4 year old daughter tell her about how 'Uncle Alby had come to visit her through the night & was sitting on the end of her bed talking to her. My sister was very shocked & upset.

Christine Smith from NSW sent in her Spooky Story about a visit she and her friends made to a local cemetery.

One night about ten years ago me and my sister and a few friends decided to go to the graveyard near where we lived. The night was as dark as I could ever remember it being. As we approached this graveyard, all the animals started to make a lot of noise. When we got out of the car, suddenly all the animals fell silent and beams of light came up from the headstones. We walked into the graveyard and my sister went over to this family plot. When me and one of my friends walked over to where she was, all we saw was a green skeleton looking at us. So I said to my friend that we needed to leave now. We got my sister walking, but when we got back to the car she didn't want to get in, she just wanted to keep walking. When we finally got her in the car I said that we needed to get help for her. My friend asked where we would get help from, and I told him that he had to drive to a friend's grave. I said this even though I had never seen this friend's grave before. We parked on the other side of the graveyard and I walked straight to the grave and asked for help. When my sister got there, she lay down on his grave and after five minutes she got up and asked how she'd got there.

Some people often seem to have a series of stories, almost as if they’re better “tuned in” to the afterlife than most, as the following four incidents from Diane Davies tell.

My father Cliff Davies was stationed in Helston Village Cornwell in 1947 whilst serving in the Royal Navy.

One night when he and another 15 men were in the mess, they all heard the sound of what seemed like a couple of hundred men, all in step, marching towards them. As the noise got louder and closer the men all raced to the windows to try and see who it was. The noise reached a crescendo and seemed to be right outside the building but no-one could see anyone. The noise slowly retreated, as if this unseen army was marching away. The men were stunned and alarmed. Nobody had seen anything.

My Uncle Bill was driving with relatives while visiting them in a town he had never been to before. He started to describe building techniques and architectural styles while admiring some of the town houses. This was surprising since he had never studied building or architecture. When they stopped outside one particular house he told his relatives how the interior of the house was designed and what the furnishings were like. Of course the relatives scoffed at him, but my uncle was determined and knocked on the strangers door and told them what was happening. The bemused people let them all enter, and sure enough everything my uncle had described with the layout of the house and the furnishings was correct.

Another time Uncle Bill was walking home late one night in South Wales when suddenly he could hear a horse and carriage coming very fast down the road. He turned to try and see it and get out of the way when he heard a big crash and the sound of people screaming and horses crying. He was very frightened as he couldn't see anything or anybody. He ran all the way home.
The next morning he told my father Cliff about what had happened but my father wasn't surprised since he and many others in the village and heard the same thing over the years. Apparently in the 1800's there had been a horse and carriage accident where people had died. For some reason the sound of the accident keeps recurring.

My domineering Uncle Dai died from TB and the authorities had sealed the room he died in to be fumigated at a later date. When the room had been fumigated and could be opened again, my father entered the room and was shocked to see Uncle Dai sitting up in bed.

Kristy Hatch would like to share her Spooky Story about how her Dad seemed to be able to communicate with her mother and their family from the afterlife.

My father passed away 3 years ago. He had been in the Intensive Care Unit for 48 hours for doctors to try and figure out what was making him sick but after 2 days they failed and he passed on.

About 3 days after, my mother, my sister, my 6 year old niece, two of our family friends and myself were sitting in the sunroom of our house, where my father used to sit, when this weird noise started up. We couldn't quite follow where it was coming from, and every time we walked towards the noise it seemed to go to the other side of the room. Everyone that was in the house at the time could hear it. We checked all electrical appliances, stereos, the TV, even went into the kitchen to see if it was electrical but nothing. After trying to find it for a few minutes my sister said to us all that she wished it would stop because the noise sounded like the “beeping”; noises from all the equipment in the hospital that my father was hooked up to while he was in the ICU. As soon as she said that the noise suddenly stopped. It was a very weird experience. But at the same time didn’t scare any of us. Maybe it was Dad telling us all he had made it to the “other side” ok.

A few other things have happened since he passed. I had a singing unicorn doll. I used to sing “hello hello hello how are you? Thanks, thank you I am fine, and i hope that you are too”. My mother has that unicorn sitting in the spare room of her house. She says that sometimes it will just start up and start singing. Again, could be Dad just telling us he's still around and he's ok!

A chance meeting with an attractive young stranger led to this story, obviously of an OBE.

Hi Mike,
Here is my story (as discussed last night).
When I was a child I had chronic asthma. One night when I was in bed I had really severe attack. I tried to call to my parents but the air wouldn't come out - I couldn't make the shout.
When my parents finally came I was black in the face & not breathing.
The funny thing was I could see myself; I was looking at myself & everything that was happening to me with great curiosity.
My mum dragged me off the top bunk bed & tried to administer mouth-to-mouth - but my jaw was locked, she tried my nose & this didn't work either. Finally in desperation she turn me on my front & wacked my back really hard. I coughed & came back to my body.
It was a very curious experience which I can't really explain - but certainly will never forget.

Michelle Blyth from Cranbourne East in Victoria sent in two Spooky Stories that are interesting.

Hi, I have a couple of stories to tell.
The first is that just before someone close to us is about to die we always get things happen in our home. They are unexplainable. One Saturday morning I was on the phone to my mum and I was facing the window in the kitchen as was my husband. All of a sudden the window went BANG and shuddered as if it was hit with a sledge hammer or something of the sort. My mum said what the hell was that as did David and I, but neither of us saw anything at all hit the window. It never broke but from the noise it made you would have expected it to. Later the same day my mum was over and the smoke alarm at the front of the house went BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. My husband ran to press the button and as he got to it, it stopped and the one at the back went BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP so he turned to run to it and the front one did one beep and as he turned again the back one did one beep and then they both together did three very quick beeps and then stopped. We had only just replaced the batteries one month earlier so they weren't to blame and when the batteries are flat they don't beep this way anyway. We all turned to each other at once and said somebody’s going to die. The following Saturday my 23 year old cousin dropped dead suddenly while playing football. There was no explanation to his death other than his heart stopped beating but they don't know why. My brother was interstate at the time with work and he said that's it as soon as I get back I'm buying my Harley because life’s too short and we could be dead tomorrow. He bought his beloved Harley when he got back and then thirteen months later he was killed himself.

The story follows:
Five years ago I had this terrible feeling that someone close to me was going to get killed in a car accident. This feeling was with me for a few months and I talked about it with the girls at work a few times. It was hard to explain but I knew it was going to happen. On Friday 16th November 2001 I was at work and said to the girls that I know someone is going to be killed and I feel it's going to be before Christmas. It was there and I couldn't get rid of this feeling. On Saturday 17th November I went to bed around eleven pm and went to sleep. Soon after I was woken by this huge flash of light which I thought was lightening. I laid there feeling strange but not knowing why and there was no storm and everything was very calm outside. For some reason I couldn't get back to sleep. I never looked at the clock at the time but then after a while I heard the wind getting up and then it started raining heavily and I looked at the clock and it was then 2.15am. I heard my husband get home from work around 6.30 am and then I must have dozed straight off knowing that he was okay. At 7.10am the phone rang and woke me and I answered it and my mum said come quickly. She lived around the corner and I said tell me what's happened. She said just come and I insisted she tell me and she said Brian's (my brother) been killed. I couldn't believe it and went straight around there. Soon after his mates started arriving and two of them who were both brothers of the driver of the car which he was in both had experiences. One of them woke up at 12.30am which was the time on his clock and he had a terrible sick feeling and he didn't know whether he wanted to be sick or what and then his phone rang and it was his brother in-law telling him they'd been in an accident and that Wacka (Brian's nickname everybody knew him by) had been killed and another lady who got a lift home with them as well. The other one was woken up by this huge bang which he couldn't explain and his wife sat up and said, “What’s wrong?” He said did you hear that and she said she didn't but not to worry and go back to sleep. He felt uneasy and then the phone rang and he was told the news. They were both very close mates with my brother as well as their sister who was driving and her husband. I am a medium and I don't know if this is why I knew something was going to happen or whether it was just my intuition. I got a lot of messages from him in the weeks after he was killed. I know he was mediumistic himself even though he said he didn't believe in it. My son has seen him on many occasions as have I. It's a comfort knowing that there is an afterlife and that they do meet up with all the loved ones that have passed before them.

Amy from Bendigo, Victoria , sent us her story about her grandmother communicating with her after having died, and it sure is Spooky.

I was not the closest person in the world to my grandmother, but when she suddenly passed away in October of 2004 I was devastated.

When I returned home I found it hard to concentrate on a lot of things.

She had simply gone in for a biopsy, but something went wrong and she was rushed to intensive care. A few days later she was gone.

Losing her so suddenly hurt the most. I never got a chance to say a lot of the things I wanted to say.

One night I was sleeping in my bedroom when I woke as I felt someone sit on the end of my bed. I lay silently and was shocked to hear raspy breathing. I felt the person get off the bed and then sit again, right beside me! I was to scared to get up and turn the light on so I lay still. Then I felt a cold breeze on my ear and heard the raspy breathing.

Suddenly I heard my name whispered.
It was my grandmother’s voice.
I screamed and ran out of my bedroom, refusing to sleep in the bedroom.

I slept in the lounge room with the light and TV on for nearly 3 months! I was only 17 at the time. I will never forget that night.

I know it was only my grandmother letting me know she is still around, but it was the scariest thing that has ever happened to me!

Amy’s second story is not so spooky as it is strange and quite curious, if anyone can suggest what this meant please tell

When I was in High School my mother had a Magna.
One night my younger brother was ill and refused to sleep. He lay on the couch and completed a children’s puzzle.

It was made of foam and had every letter of the alphabet and the numbers 0 - 9. The numbers and letters could be pushed out and then replaced.

He completed the puzzle and fell asleep.

My mother did not wish to disturb him so she left him on the couch, placed the completed puzzle on the table, locked up the house and went to bed herself.

Early the next morning she went out to start the car as it had been playing up. She had just got back inside when she realised she left her coffee cup in the car. She went back out to get it and just happened to look on the floor of the backseat. There, leaning against the hump in the middle of the floor was the puzzle my brother had done the night before, with the number 6 pushed out.

My mother stared, and then ran back inside and sure enough the puzzle was gone. All of us children were still asleep and to this day we do not know how the puzzle got out to the car, and why the number 6 was out.

Veronica from Ellenbrook in West Australia, sent us her story.
Hi, my name is Veronica. My mother Patricia died of an overdose when I was 11 years old. On 8th October 1982 I was sitting next to her in the lounge room. I was very worried about her health and I told my father to take her to the hospital because she didn’t look good. My father said, "Your daughter wants me to take you to hospital right now." But my mum said, "No, I'll be fine with those tablets on the table." I told him to just take her, but no one would listen to me. Later that night I warned my mother, "If you don’t go to hospital you will died tomorrow." My mother told me not to be stupid, then we all went to bed.

I was woken up by a light on in the lounge room and saw all my family there. My older sister, Wendy, told me that my mother had passed away at 2 o'clock in the morning of 9th October. I felt so guilty for saying she'd die tomorrow and thought everyone must be blaming me for that. But I had told my father that if he took her to hospital she'd be safe.

Two or three weeks later my father asked me to come with him to the shops at Nollamara in Perth, Western Australia. When I got out of the car I saw my mother with my own eyes. She walked around the corner of the video shop and went into the deli shop. I rushed to the deli shop but she was gone, and I never saw her again.

Another story about my father. Since 1995 he had been very ill with stomach cancer. On 27th May 1997 I gave birth to my second daughter, who is deaf. Early in May 1998 I was watching Home and Away on TV. It was about a doctor who had brain cancer and in the story he walked into the hospital cafe. When he did that his face changed to the face of my father. I was shocked and said to my ex-boyfriend, "Hey, did you see my father’s face on Home and Away?" He said no, but I definitely did see my father’s face on the TV. Sadly he died the next day, 6th May 1998, before my daughter’s first birthday. After the funeral my husband, Gary, was scared every night because most nights my father would lift me to sit up and listen to what he wanted to tell me, and every morning I told my husband what my father had said.

In 2003 I was very ill with pneumonia and was in hospital for one month. I could feel my father touching my hair and hear him telling me to get well for the sake of my children. In a few weeks I got better and went home on 28th May 2003. One night in August 2004 I dreamt that someone told me I'd have a baby boy born in July or August the following year and I'd name him Jonah. Next morning I told my husband about this but he didn’t believe me because we'd tried to have a baby for seven years without success. In the new year 2005 I went for a pregnancy test which was positive. My husband believed it must have been my father who knew how much we wanted another baby and helped me to get pregnant. After that I never saw my father or my mother again. I miss them so much.

Karen from Brighton in South Australia, sent in the following Spooky Story.

"When I was 14 years old I lived in a haunted house".
My sisters and I used to experience all sorts of ghostly happenings and bad dreams. My sister used to dream that the man who lived on the corner of our street had murdered his wife and buried her in the garden. This was a recurring nightmare for her. She had the dream one cold winter’s night and woke up screaming at 4 am. Dad was up as mum had to go to work and he was driving her so my sister said she would not stay in the house and would go with them. I was scared too and decided after they left the room, I would go too. I got out of bed and was halfway downstairs but it was so cold I decided to go back to bed. As I got into bed I turned over and in the space between my bed and my sister’s bed was a kneeling figure. This female figure had its head lolled back on its shoulders and was looking up at the ceiling with its hands dangling behind its back. The scary thing was it was wearing my sister’s nightdress. I said “get into bed Lisa, you'll catch cold” then I realised my sister was downstairs!! I let out a hair raising scream and bolted downstairs. My parents did not believe I had seen anything but I can still see this kneeling figure to this day. I believe the previous owners of the house, two aging spinsters, died there. My older sister used to dream about shoes and a man came to the house one day to tune our piano and he told us he used to tune the old lady's piano and told us they were eccentric and the room was full of old shoes!! There was a particular spot on the upstairs landing that you could not walk through without raising the hairs on the back of your neck.

THREE STORIES – ONE PERSON
Karine from Idaho in the United States, has sent in the following Spooky Stories, all of which are worthwhile publishing.

1) Here is a death bed experience that is very dear to me, because I am afraid of the process of dieing, not being dead, just the process. I think what I experienced happened to show me there is nothing to fear... when it is time to die.

My Grandfather was dieing of Liver Cancer. It got to a point where there was nothing that could be done for him except help with the pain. He wanted to die at home, in his own bed, surrounded by his own things. So this is what happened.

The day he died, was an interesting one for all of us. He had been sleeping mostly, due to such high dosage of medicine. He rarely spoke or moved. We all knew it would be soon for him to go. Which when your going thru the process you dread it, but at the same time, your so ready to have your loved one not hurt anymore. Anyhow, at one point, my grandfather sat up in his chair and his head moved from one side of the room to the other and back and forth... as if he was watching someone or something move in front of him... MANY SOMEONE’S... He would call out names, different names a couple of times... then he said “MAMA WAIT FOR ME...” as he stretched out his arm ... and then he went limp and fell back into his chair... and was dead.

That was very interesting to see and witness. It was comforting and spooky too. We all sat in awe and with tears running down our faces. We knew he was with his family and Mama and loved ones that had gone before him.

For some reason, seeing that and sharing what happened with our other family members made letting him go not hurt so bad.

It also gave me a feeling of ... when it’s my time, I won't be alone; someone who loves me will come for me :)

2) This story is very spooky to me and just thinking about it gives me chills. This is about my Dad and my Mom when they were young newlyweds.

My Dad was a social bug, and had a group of friends over every Friday night to play the game OUIJA. It’s a board game (for those of you who don't know) that has the alphabet on it and a triangular plate that everyone has to put one finger on and ask a question. Apparently when you ask a question this triangle will move or point to the letters on the board and make words that answers the questions asked.

My father loved to experiment with the “UNKNOWN” so he thought it would be great fun to see if it really works. Every Friday night his buddies would come over, all the men would play the game and the woman would go chat away. This was a regular thing for them. Which is what my Father believes make these kinds of boards real. He told me that if used regularly, the spirits that move the piece around get stronger and communicate with you better each time. This all proved to be too true for him and his experience made him never want to touch another board again!

Every Friday these friends of my Dads thought someone is moving the triangle... They all had someone in mind. It would really freak them out when they would ask a question and it had to do with the next coming week and the answer would always be right. So one night, my Father decided to try something new... he suggested everyone ask a question with their fingers still on the triangle, but take the fingers off and just have them hover over the triangle to see if it would even move on its own. So they all agreed. That was about the time they all needed to wear depends!!!!!! They asked a question, lifted their fingers and the triangle moved on its own to the letters, spelling out their answer. So my Father, being the BRAVE and STUPID fellow that he was, asked, “WHO ARE YOU?” it answered, “A WONDERER”. He then asked an even more stupid question, “IF I ASKED YOU TO APPEAR BEFORE ME.... WOULD YOU?”.

Then it answered...”IF YOU ASK!”. At this point... the hairs stood tall on everyone’s arms.... The strangest thing happened the second that spirit answered my father... a HOWLING started to happen thru the mail slot in the door (this was when you received mail thru your front door, by a slot) It sounded awful, the ladies all heard it and had no clue as to what was going on. My mother jumped up to see what kind of storm was coming. When she opened the door, there was NO SOUND, NO WIND, IT WAS CALM AND FINE OUTSIDE...

The second she shut the door, the howling started up thru the mail slot. When she went to my Father to tell him of this weird thing that was freaking all the ladies out... He was white as a ghost, suggested the evening end and everyone left. He told my mother what happened. The noise just got worse. They started to shove towels in the mail slot to quiet it. Nothing worked. My father got a call as soon as everyone left from his Mother. Now it was very late when all of this happened. Like 2 a.m. His Mother asked...”WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?” Stunned he replied, “I don't know what you mean, Mother”. She then said, that she wakened by a fist at her window and her only thought was HIM. (she has five children and her window is on the second floor) (I might add she has had a lot of interesting experiences too and is part Indian) So ... back to story.... My Father explained what they did and she told him to throw away the game and to get it out of the house. Which he did, but the noise continued till the sun rose and neither my parents slept. From this scary experience that my parents had, I will NEVER touch one. I think the spirits that come to these boards are evil. Just my thoughts on it.

I know they work... Also, this board was a handmade one, not one you can buy from the store, and my Father seems to think that because it was handmade on real wood had something to do with it. Who knows?!

3) We had just moved into a new home for us, but it was not new. Very old in fact. It was a split entry home, where you go either upstairs or downstairs when you walk thru the front door.

My whole family and I were very sick, for a good month after we moved into this home. We had some horrible cough and couldn't breathe right. We didn't know what to think of it, I had cleaned and cleaned.

One morning, As I was waking up, I heard the children were awake, but for some reason, as I was still waking up, I had this feeling to check on the sleeping children. As I entered into the room, there was a lady dressed in 1800 clothing style. She was kneeling on the floor, looking at the vent. She looked at it, then at me, looked at it, then at me. She did it three times, then she stood up, right there in front of my face, and disappeared before my eyes. I FREAKED!!!!!!!

After calming down, I realized she was trying to tell me something. MY VENTS were the reason we were all so sick. They were horribly filthy and germy. We had them cleaned and we all amazing felt better and got better! :)

I felt like she was an angel watching over me. :)

Matt from North Nowra (New South Wales), sent us his story.

Hi, my name is Matt. I was very much the sceptic until I met my soon-to-become best mate and eventually brother-in-law.

Seventeen years ago his parents bought a vacant block of land a dozen houses up so we spent a lot of the weekends clearing the land. I'd lived down the road since I was four. I am now 30, and all I can remember of the block is an old fig tree and the foundations of an old house that had faded away by the time they bought the block eight or nine years later. My sister had kept some horses she had over the years on the block - that's how I noticed the house and oak tree. One weekend during the clearing of bushes under the oak tree, my mate, Darren, found a toy car that must have been pretty old as the metal and rubber tyres were still intact.(they don't make them that solid any more). He looked up in the tree and there were initials and names engraved in the tree that had been there for ever and were there the day they sold up. In the next seven or eight years this would all make sense.

Darren was one of those people who didn't say much, but when he did, he meant it. This is what we based our friendship on as I never knew anyone who was so much like myself when it came to hating liars and thieves, or people who had to tell a story to make out they were someone. One night we sat in the loungeroom of his place and we got talking about ghosts and his mum said, "Have you told Matt yet?" He looked at her as if to say, "Shut up!" We ended the conversation, and that was that for now.

Months passed and we had the odd man-to-man talk and one day I asked him what his mum had been referring to months earlier. He looked at me and said, "Don't say anything to anyone or that's it!" I laughed and he refused to tell me. To cut a long story short, he finally told me. He said one night in summer he'd gone to bed and it was so hot that he took off the Cronulla footy jersey he was wearing and put it at the end of his bed. During the night he woke up freezing cold. He sat up and at the end of the bed was a little boy wearing his jersey. Darren being Darren said, "Who are you? Come here," and motioned him to come to him. The boy said nothing, took two steps forward and vanished, dropping the jersey on the floor where he'd been standing when he vanished. Darren said he felt numb and went to bed eventually.

I told his mum and she was shocked that he'd said anything. That's when she showed me what she thought would convince me as she knew I was a sceptic. We went into the loungeroom and she had a touch lantern on the bar across the room. She said, “If you're here, turn the light off,” and of course it did, three or four times in a row. With that I left, and afterwards I didn't hear much since I wouldn't stay there any more unless I was intoxicated.

Years passed and they still joked about how scared I'd been. Darren ended up moving into a caravan out the back for a few years. He eventually married my sister and his parents put the house on the market and moved to the Central Coast. A few years later Darren told me about an old man who'd been standing at the end of his bed wearing top hat and tails but dirty-looking. He too vanished. My brother-in-law and best mate has since passed away with melanoma cancer at the age of 31. During his sickness, which lasted over six months, he said he had a dream that his pop was riding Darren's Harley and stopped to pick him up and told him it was ok. "Sam [my sister] and the kids will be ok," he said. Weeks after Darren died, Sam had a dream that Pop drove past with Darren on the back and Pop smiled as if to say, "He's with me." Pop also died of cancer, as did two of his aunties, his grandmother and his grandfather. He has lost many other relatives, and this makes me think: if you see a ghost, does that mean your life will be cut short and the other side is telling you it is ok to pass, or are you doomed to die and they know this and this is their way of putting your soul to rest so you don't wander as a spirit or restless soul?

Carl from Warriewood in Sydney, sent in the following Spooky Story.

Our first son was born in June 2001. After his 1st birthday he fell sick with ear and chest infections and ended up with pneumococcal septicemia when he was 18 months old and it was lucky that we got him to hospital in time to start treating him. He was in hospital for 7- 10 days. He would sit in the cot and look into the empty corner of the room and just make baby sounds like he was having a conversation which we thought was weird but when we would call his name he would turn to us and point back to the corner and say “GARPO” like he wanted us to look at what was in the corner like he did when the wiggles were on television “IGGLES” He did this a few times during this stay in hospital and over the next six months at home. Just pointing to a corner saying “GARPO”

My father fell sick when our son was two and had to move into a nursing home after having part of his leg amputated. We went back to the family home to collect some photos and other personal things to make his room more comfortable and while going through his photos I found a picture of my mother who passed away in 1986. I didn't have a photo of my mother so I got it copied before I took it to the nursing home.

Our son was two and a half now and was in good health and the GARPO incidents had nearly stopped since dad fell ill so we had forgotten about it and moved on. One day we were getting our belongings together getting ready to move house. My son was also helping as much as possible by just shoving whatever was in front of him into the boxes and while we were putting all the photos into a box I found the photo of my mother that I had copied. My son looked at the photo and pointed at it and said “That's garpo”. He picked up the photo and went to his room. My wife and I just sat there looking at each other in disbelief. I think we finally found out who he was talking to all this time.

TWO STORIES – ONE PERSON
Eric from Melbourne (Victoria), sent two separate stories of his own experiences, both of which are worthwhile publishing.

1) Well let me first start by saying this....I BELIEVE THERE IS SOMETHING AFTER DEATH! My reasons are simple. when I was about 7 years old I was in trouble at home and had been sent to my room as punishment well I was in there for about 10 minutes when out of the corner of my eye, I saw a large person standing at attention in front of my wardrobe.... ok you say what’s so strange about that? Well he wasn’t all there I mean I could see through him. I will never forget it as long as I live you see he was about 6 foot tall wearing a large top hat style hat in a red jacket black pants with a red stripe down the outside of each leg, over his jacket was a white sash in his hand was a large gun with a bayonet fixed to it he didn’t move he just looked at me then disappeared..... I had never seen anything like it be fore and ran out of my room as white as a sheet I quickly told my parents about it and it was my mum who relived I was totally freaked out by it. I described him in precise detail and calmed down fairly quickly .mum then went to a book in the cabinet opened it to a page containing pictures of the eureka stockade ... there HE was not someone dressed the same but the same person. There was no name of this man but he was a policeman in full uniform I had never seen a picture like this and the detail was exact in every way ....I never saw him again, but I wish I had.

2) One more story that shook me to the core and forever will... you see first I have to describe my daughter she was 4years and 6 months old when she passed away when she was born she was disabled both physically and mentally part of her disability was that she was born with half a kidney that never developed plus the life expectancy was not that good, i.e. 7 to 10 years.. Well she caught the flu badly one year this made her blood toxin levels jump so high that she lapsed in to a coma and ultimately passed away. You see the doctors had advised us (my wife and I) that with her level of disabilities a kidney transplant would be cruel to put her through, as this would mean she would be in pain, have to take anti-rejection drugs that would open her up to cancers, tumors not to mention that she would have no idea what was going on and never would, only that she would have been in pain... so the decision was made to let nature take it’s course... it was the hardest decision I have ever had to make..... Moving on this is what happened in my dream I was dead but I knew this and was ok with it this is where it got frightening I was sitting in a large white room, nothing in this room but a chair. Then I heard a loud voice come over a p.a. system that said “STAND AND PREPARE TO BE JUDGED”... (I believe this was like a half way point between heaven and hell where a person finds out if they deserve to go to heaven or they are to be dammed to hell)..... well after the voice boomed out two large doors slid back to reveal the judge.....it was my daughter judging me she sat there looking at me silent I then woke up in a cold sweat crying, I know that one day I will have to atone for the decisions I have made in life.... it’s not something I look forward to....

Two more Spooky Stories were sent in after Mike Agostini appeared on Radio 2UE in Sydney with presenter Mike Williams.
Any additional stories will be posted similarly once received. All will be eligible for the Spooky Stories competition and each will receive a copy of DB2.

Kathleen Moore from Prestons, NSW sent in the following story:

My daughter was 2 years old when I gave birth to my son. For about 2 weeks she had been saying that she had a special nanny, I asked her was it my mother, she said no, I asked her was it her fathers mum & she said no, its her special nanny.

I gave this no more thought. One day I was at my mother’s house in her lounge room changing my son’s nappy & my mother & daughter were in the room. Suddenly my daughter became very excited & pointed to a photo in the wall (which was covered with photos & I had never said who they were to my daughter) she said “that's my special nanny!” she pointed at my mothers mother who had passed away when my mother was 10years old. I said “what do you mean? She told us that when she was a baby in the hospital in the 'plastic' thing (hospital cot), her nanny came to see her & picked her up, I asked her where I was & she said I was asleep.

My daughter asked why was her hair up like that in the photo as she has long hair. She then told us I know where her name is, on a white box with flowers near it.

My grandmother’s headstone was a small white box that was made by my uncle, with flowers either side. My daughter is now 23 & very much clairvoyant & has my grandmother’s features & nature.

This is just one of many stories that we have experienced. I hope one day to publish a book.

Gerald from Hornsby, NSW sent in the following two stories that refer to his late father.

1) I had to take a short business trip to the UK, from South Africa. I departed on a Friday evening, leaving him hail and hearty, a ‘young’ Seventy eight year old. On my return flight, the following Wednesday, I was seated next to an elderly lady who was telling me about her own late husband. In replying to a question from her, I said the words, ‘My late father...’ and caught myself in mid sentence, coming over all cold, and with an eerie feeling.

We landed in Johannesburg early the following morning after my having had a sleepless night. I went through the Red customs line, as I had some items to declare, only to be hurried through without any checks by the customs officer, a complete stranger. When I entered to arrivals hall, there was my whole family waiting to meet me... Unusual... and I knew that my Dad had died. When I enquired of the time of his death, it was exactly the same time that I had blurted out the words ‘My late father’ to my fellow traveler.

2) Some months passed since his death, and I was working alone late one night in the Grinding Works that my father had built up.

I had a steel forging which needed to be ground to an exact finished size. There was more than an inch of material stock to be ground off, so I put the grinder onto an automatic feed, and went up two floors to ‘smith’ some saw blades, an art that my father had taught me.

Whilst hammering a blade, I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to look and saw nobody, but heard a voice in my head say that I must stop what I was doing and go and check the grinder. This was less than fifteen minutes since I had left the machine on automatic and it was impossible that even a quarter of an inch would have been ground away in so short a period. When I reached the machine there was a huge cloud of steam from the coolant that floods over the work piece, during such an operation.

I stopped the machine and allowed the piece to cool. When I released the magnetic chuck that held the job down on the table, in order to measure the thickness and thus check how much I still needed to remove, I was astounded to find the size to be the exact finished size, asked for.

How and why this happened is absolutely amazing, and I can only think that my Dad had been there doing the job for me, and it was he who had tapped me on the shoulder, to come and discover what I do believe to be an impossible amount of ‘stock’ removed from a tool steel forging in so short a time.

The following stories were sent in by listeners to the John Stanley program on 2UE in Sydney, when John had the author, Mike Agostini (Wednesday 5 July, 2006), as his guest and people were invited to submit their own Spooky Stories to participate in the Spooky Stories competition;

Jan Elvin from Artarmon, NSW sent in the following story:
My mother died May 17 2005 and I slept in her hospital room for the last few days, while she was in a coma. About 3 days before my mother died I noticed a change her the smell of her breath and spoke about this with my mother's doctor, at her bedside. I was told that this was a normal part of the dying process. The smell was distinct and I will always remember it.

The day after my mother died, when I awoke that morning, my face was under the bed covers, and I awoke to that very smell of my mother's breath. For a moment, I though that I was smelling my own breath and I must be dying - and then I realised that my Mother was with me - making sure that I was okay.

Maureen Tucker from Sydney, NSW sent in the following story:
My sister was dying from lung cancer. she was medicated to help ease the pain. We were told that she did not have long to live, I said I would stay next to her that night, about 2am she woke and was quite agitated, she kept saying I dont want to go in the white car, I did not know what she was trying to say, so I just kept telling her she was in her bed at home. She went back to sleep, and at 4am I heard a little voice telling me to wake up, she had passed away in her sleep at 4am by the doctors certificate. The undertakers came and took her away in a white funeral wagon.
I think she knew. Poor soul I only hope she is at peace.