Was my ghost caught in family photos? You be the judge. When the strange phenomenon happened, I was in the middle of my psychic training. That evening everything was quite normal at first. But that should change soon.
So I went to bed. My little dog slept with me. While we snuggled into the blanket, my dog noticed something. She ran across the bed and was nervous. My dog started whining. Apparently there was something in this room, and she was sure. So I concentrated.
For a short moment I closed my eyes and opened them again immediately. When I looked ahead, I saw a man. He was sitting in my armchair. Where I always left my clothes in the evening. It was clear to me that I had to stay focused, otherwise the spook would be over immediately.
So I scanned this person with my eyes. His face was kind. The hair was combed back. His features were fine and I noticed his big eyes immediately. That was extraordinary for a man. The man wore a dark gray suit that was fashionably reminiscent of the 1950s. It's the Sunday suit, it shot in my head. Okay, now I was sure that I could communicate with him.
We are related tells the ghost
The man smiled gently in my direction. Almost as if he was a little embarrassed to sit in my chair. In my mind I asked him who he was. Immediately I got a mental answer back. "We are related. And we're similar”, he said. I was a little annoyed because I didn't get any exact information. In addition, he looked quite stiff with his sitting posture. But before the virtual conversation could continue, my dog whined again. For a short moment my attention was diverted. And in the next second the man in the chair was gone. Again I was angry. This time because I got distracted. I kept my silence while I waited over the next few weeks for this man to appear again. But the event did not repeat itself. Apparently it was a one-time thing. And soon I forgot that visit to my bedroom.
About a year after this strange occurrence, the man in the armchair became relevant again. My mother and I went through the old photo albums. She explained to me who the people were in the old pictures. When I turned the page, a passport photo caught my eye. That can not be real! I screamed inwardly. And loudly I called into the room: "I know this man". My mother shook her head. "He was already dead when you were born," she said and looked at me in amazement.
She explained to me that this was her uncle Ferdinand from the Ukraine. This man was the man who sat in my bedroom. And Uncle Ferdinand had these big eyes - just the kind of eyes I had. I asked my mother more about this uncle because I wanted to know how he lived. Apparently he was a very spiritual person. Maybe that was the resemblance he had been talking about. I kept to myself how I thought I knew this man. But I got permission to take the passport photo with me. Somehow this ghost caught in family photos has now become important to me.