This experience involved a number of people, but I will share my experience and my parents also.
Roughly five years ago my dad and his best friend of 25+ years were out in the bay doing what they love, fishing. My dad's best friend was Basil, a practical joker with a love for rum! Whilst fishing dad heard a sudden drop and the boat rocked violently. Basil was having a heart attack. My dad with having worked on boats his whole life is trained in first aid and CPR and performed CPR straight away, but Basil passed within minutes. The funeral was beautiful and we all got to say goodbye the way our mate Basil Brush would have wanted.
A few months later and it was almost Christmas time. Joey (Basil's wife) and my mum were very close when I was younger, the best of friends, but fell out. After Basil died Mum would ask Joey to come and stay with them (she lived on a local island) to keep her company and really watch over her. Joey had no family, no one really apart from her sister and Basil. This is one of my mum's experiences, and I also forgot to mention that when Basil died a small part of his ashes were given to my dad.
Mum, dad and Joey were all sitting under the patio having a few pre-Christmas drinks. Joey's handbag was in the middle of the table, with quite a bit of stuff in it! (You know what we carry in out bags, ladies.) All of a sudden it dropped straight onto the concrete and mum said they all just froze, shrugged it off and just thought 'how strange'.
Within half an hour mum's pasta jars where falling off the shelves in the kitchen. They put it down to the dryer in the laundry, which is on the other side of the wall, although the dryer was never on or even used. These jars falling off shelves starting flying across the room, hitting the floor and never smashing. Now my parents were getting creeped, but still never thought they had a ghost, they don't believe in things like that!
Things escalated over the next few days, getting closer to Christmas day. Mum told me that when she would turn the TV on in the lounge room, the other TV in the family room (dad watches and was watching) would turn off, and vise versa. Mum thought it was dad, just taking the piss but he swore it wasn't him. This continued to happen for the next 2 or 3 nights.
One morning they awoke to find a photo of my dad, Basil and 2 other friends at their high school reunion smashed in the middle of the frame, like just a small dot that really looked like a gunshot or someone had hit it with small hammer, but no glass was anywhere it was all still perfectly in the frame.
It was sort of becoming a joke in the family when my parents would tell my partner and I because they still thought that there were logical reasons for these things happening. Needless to say the day I saw a jar fly across the kitchen bench to the living room and did not smash, I was creeped. I had grown up in this home for almost 6 years, and unfortunately a young baby had died there just before we moved in (it was the people whom my parents bought the home off and they needed a fresh start). The house never scared me and I never felt "watched" or uncomfortable.
It was April and my parents asked my partner and I to house sit for 3 weeks for them whilst they holiday in Bali. We could not wait! At this stage we were living with my now in-laws and any chance to house sit we would take! Honestly, the things that happened around Christmas were minor to us all, although we could never get our heads around what had been happening previously.
We had the house to ourselves! My partner and I decided to have a comedy channel binge and an early night. I hurried to the shower because I was keen to sit back on my bum! When I was in the shower I felt like I was being watched. Next minute something blew in my ear and touched my back, like someone's fingers running down my back. I got such a fright I couldn't open the shower door and just fell out, braking the door off the tracks. I told my partner what had happened and he was freaked! He said he could see how scared I was so we both got our bag and my parents' dog and we were off! Back to the in-laws. We went back the next day but didn't stay the night until the next.
Eventually Mum and Dad gave Joey the ashes they were given back, they told her it was to see if anything was happening once they were gone, and it didn't. Joey has never offered them back.
Sorry it was long winded and not very scary but I would like to know if anyone knows what could have been going on?
We know Basil liked to play jokes on people, but the jars could have hurt someone and why would he frighten me while in the shower?