But today, in broad daylight. In a busy supermarket I had a visitation.
I was in the meal aisle of a local supermarket. On my right was a young woman standing near to the produce racking, but didn't have a basket and wasn't paying any attention to the meats in the rack.
She seemed out of place. She had long golden hair; she was fiddling with a gold chain and I thought she looked odd. I passed her and looked turned to look at the cold meats further down the aisle. About twenty seconds had passed when I turned back to go down the aisle the way I had come.
The young woman was gone. She was nowhere to be seen. There hadn't been enough time for her to walk down the aisle and out of sight! I realised in that instance she was a visitation. She'd seemed so out of place.
There was no sign of her in any of the other aisles as I continued to complete my daily shop. I can still remember vague things about the 'ghost woman'. Her golden hair. Her golden chain. She was of slim to medium build. I would say she was around 20 years of age - Matthew James
