Well, I've finally made it to the end of the thread - and what a thread it is
I could write essays for you on the various things we've seen/heard/smelt etc in my family. Pretty much my whole family is sensitive to varying degress; both parents, my brother, my uncle and cousins on mum's side, and me - although I don't seem to have it very strongly, about which I tend to alternate between relieved and mildly disappointed
Three brief ones for you all:
Story the first, from my dad. He tells a story of driving home one evening, late, dark, misty, winter's night, when he drove through
a horse and cart. He says it just appeared right in front of him, and before he could react he'd already come out the other side. While probably attributable to a trick of the light and weather, my dad's not prone to flights of fancy, and the area of the country my parents live has something of a reputation for ghostly goings on.
Story the second. My cousin studied aviation at university, and is qualified as an airline pilot. When he was staying somewhere whilst racking up some flying experience, he used to regularly hear two sets of footsteps on a gravel path go past his ground floor window and carry on. Not so odd - except he suddenly realised one day that the paths were all paved. Upon making some enquiries, he found out that where he was staying was a converted barracks for airmen, and there used to be two buildings further on down the field that were pulled down sometime after the war. Possibly explicable, but the airfield was reputed to be haunted.
Story the third. My grandma passed away May last year, after a long period of ill health. We all made the journey for the funeral, and I stayed in my grandparent's house. Very early one morning (I forget if it was the day of the funeral or the day before), about four am just as it was getting light, something woke me up. I raised myself half up to check the time and turn over - and froze in surprise. My grandma was standing about eight feet from me, facing me, pretty much in
the door. She didn't seem to see me - she was stood and seemed to be washing her hands in a sink I couldn't see. As I watched she sort of faded until the door was just the door again. Now, it could have any number of mundane explanations, but I was pretty awake by the time I noticed her and given the family propensity for psychic ability, I'm inclined to think not.
I'll post some more for you when I have time