My mum's sister, who was called Jeannie, always used to tell my cousin and I ghost stories when we were little. The thing was they weren't made up, they were real. When someone in our family was going to die, my aunt Jeannie used to see a Banshee, what she saw was a little woman dressed in black and as far as I can remember, the Banshee cried. My aunt saw this every time someone in the family died.
When my own mum died, she told my dad that she had seen the Banshee, but what she couldn't understand was that she saw 2 Banshees. A week or so after my mum passed away, my aunt Jeannie's grandson was in a car accident and died, hence the two Banshees. She always knew when death was around, she said a cold hand would touch her or she felt death, it never seemed to scare her, just everyone else.
I have had a few strange experiences. When my best friend Mandy passed away suddenly, I went to melbourne for her funeral, I stayed at my niece's house. The first night in Melbourne I went to bed and was woken in the early hours of the morning by someone in my bedroom, I thought it must have been my niece looking for something, but I thought to myself, who in their right mind would be looking for something in the dead of night in the dark, I just started feeling uneasy, when I felt like someone had sat down on my bed beside me and put their hand on me. I got a real fright and jumped out of bed and turned the light on and it stayed on for the next few nights that I stayed in Melbourne. I know if it was Mandy, I should not have been frightened but I was, death does scare me and every time it happens to someone I know, I am scared that I am going to see them, why I don't know, because as my mum and dad used to say to me, it's not the dead you should be scared of.