I'm Lauren, from Cape Town. So great to see locals here too! I'm new to this site, and am enjoying reading all the stories and experiences. Here is my experience of not seeing a ghost, but rather a visit from an old friend.
I was around 12 years old (24 now). My dad had fetched my from school, in Pinelands, and we were driving home. I remember driving past the canal (those who know the area will now where I am talking about) - a bridge over a long canal in the area, to those that don't. Walking on the sidewalk was an old friend of mine I hadn't seen in about a year or so, Nathaniel (we used to live in the same complex, spent time together everyday. I remember once he even took me under a tree outside his house and kissed me on the cheek. We were just friends, and very young, but I had a strong fondness of him).
Anyway, so I saw him walking, in his school uniform, with his bag on his back, and as we drove past he waved at me and smiled. I waved back, so happy to see him again, and I recall saying, "Hey, there's Nathaniel," but don't think my dad heard me.
When I got into my mother's house, where I was being dropped, I rushed to my mom to tell her that I had just seen Nathaniel now, as she also knew him well when we stayed at our old complex. She then looked at me and waited until my dad had left. She then took me to her room, and was very sad. She picked up a printed photo of Nataniel with text, and it looked like that of a memorial invite. I didn't understand and was like, "but I just saw him." She then explained to me that it was a few weekends ago, while I was at my dad's house, that Nathaniel had been away with his friend and friend's father at some power line place, and he had gone up to one of the power lines, touched it and was shocked to death. It is a horrific thing to have happened to him and his family... And for the friend's father I am sure.
It was apparently his funeral that weekend, and they had just received the invite. (She had phoned to send her condolences, and his dad told my mother what had happened.)
It was weird at the time for me to wrap my head around it, as I had never lost anyone close to me. I still know that we had a special bond, and that he had come back to say goodbye. I will never forget that, and can still remember every detail of seeing him.
Anyone have any of these experiences?