I started seeing spectres as a teenager. I want to call them spectres instead of ghosts, as such, because they just appeared and disappeared and didn't seem to see me or recur. Still, they had a strong impact on me and made me alert to my surroundings-so thanks spectres.
The first one was my Grandma about 6-7 years after she died. My memories of her were real vivid only she wasn't looking well when I last saw her, not long before she died at 67. I was in the city of Perth, Western Australia and I was about 14. I had just been to the movies to see The Breakfast Club with my friends (80's kids) and we were waiting for a bus home. I was sitting in a bit of a daze and I noticed a lady in cream coloured clothing walking towards me. I thought to myself that she looked like my Grandma. I watched her walk toward me and she was looking straight ahead, not at anything else even though I was staring, probably looking shocked. She walked past me and I knew it was her. I wanted to call her name and follow her but I was frozen. She disappeared the same way she appeared - in kind of a blink. I felt like I was in a slightly trance-like state and that I'd seen something very special and I have never forgotten her. I got my love of dogs from her and I have a lot to thank them for. I didn't tell my father until years later. He wasn't surprised because she had lived and worked near the city and walked past that bus stop every day around that time. Also they were Irish and very strong believers in spirits. I think she wanted me to remember her as I was so young when she died.
The second spectre was a warning. It was in the 80's and I was about 16 years old. Late one afternoon I suddenly had the urge to ride to the Swan River, North Fremantle, which was not far from where I lived. A bicycle path had been finished and I started along it but it was a very quiet and lonely place. There were building sites, bush and open grassy areas along the river. I looked up the path and saw a giant man standing there with a bottle wrapped in a brown paper bag. He looked around 50-60 with long black hair, dark skin and eyes. He was standing in the middle of the path as if frozen just staring at nothing. I have never seen such a formidable looking person since that day. Needless to say I flew away on my bike and when I looked back he had vanished into thin air from the middle of a grassy clearing. He had nowhere to hide just there. He was a massive person yet he didn't seem real and the whole thing was also like a dream.
Not long after this two young girls were attacked at a different location along the Swan River by a killer called Darren Osbourne. The man I saw was not him but to this day I believe he was a spectre blocking me from going any further and I will always remember this day for intuition and pure instinct. Sounds weird I know but I have felt real danger in my life and this was one of those times.
The third spectre I saw at my sister's front gate. It was in the 90's and I was staying with her in a hundred year old house in a town called Pinjarra which has quite a haunted past/gruesome history. The Pinjarra Massacre took place here with Colonists alleged to have slain the local Aboriginal population during settlement days. Again it was late in the afternoon. I was returning from taking our children for a walk and was half a block away from the house when I saw an old man appear in front of it. He was an old Aboriginal man dressed in a suit and hat on a hot day. I didn't see him walk towards the house; he just appeared, stood at the gate for a few seconds, walked away and vanished. Again, there was nowhere for him to go. The kids didn't see him and they were right there with me.
When I got back I asked my sister if she had just seen an old man. She had been watering the garden and she didn't notice which direction he came from. He was looking for his family who used to live there, she said. She also said he looked very old and had a really old shabby suit on and when she told him the people weren't there he just shuffled off and she went back to what she was doing. I told her he didn't walk away he just disappeared in front of the house. She moved not long after. I think this spectre used to live there and was popping in for a visit.
I think these were times when I was ultra-relaxed or wandering along with a perfectly clear mind and totally receptive to my surroundings and I was in these peoples'/spectres' territories or stomping grounds, so to speak.
There's no reason not to believe our own eyes, our minds or our instincts. Something that strikes me as curious is that these sightings all happened at around the same time of day, at about 4-5pm. Twice it occurred on fairly busy roads (normally) and twice I was with other people. It was like time was standing still and no one else was around and there was no noise, even though it was peak hour traffic time of day.