ONE night during the Great War, my mother saw her son, who was at that time out in France, standing some distance away from her. He seemed to be in some terrible trouble. My father, who is rather superstitious, said bad news would follow. A few days later, we received a letter from the chaplain, to say my brother had died from severe wounds a few days before, and we feel sure it happened the night he appeared to mother. OXFORD DURING the war, my husband was serving in France with the Tank Corps, and it was during this time that I had my one and only experience of the “uncanny,” although I actually saw nothing. I awoke one morning, just at dawn (three o'clock) with the feeling that someone had entered my room, and said to me “Will is in danger.” I thought I must have been dreaming. I tried to go to sleep again, but found it impossible. Each time I shut my eyes, I seemed to feel a presence in the room, and to be conscious of the certain deadly peril of my husband. I got up, after a time, and made myself a cup of tea, and, by the aid of a book tried to get some more sleep. Things were no better, however; my mind refused to dwell on what I was trying to read, so I gave it up and lay just thinking until five o'clock. At that time, quite suddenly, the weight seemed to be lifted from my mind, and I was quite convinced that all was well. I just turned over and went to sleep quite happily. A few days afterwards, in my hubby's next letter, I read that on that particular morning, he had been “over the top” for just those two hours (in a "before breakfast stunt," he called it), and they were the worst two hours he had experienced since he had been out there. YORKSHIRE DURING the war, in the year 1916, I was in the fighting line round Armentiers in France, and on the 13th February in the same year three of our gunners were killed, including my devoted pal whom it was my painful duty to bury. Time passed on and one night, after I had been relieved from sentry duty, I went into the dugout, lit the candle, and prepared for a sleep. I was getting into my bed, which I had made of sandbags, and was going to light a cigarette, when the vision of my pal came and sat beside me and said, "I am not dead yet, Jack.” The candle was still burning and he was life itself. I could see his lighted cigarette as the vision faded away in the corner of the dugout. I called out to my sleeping pals and told them all about it and they said I looked like somebody scared. I should not like to have such an experience again. I was wide awake, and the light was lit all through the experience. KENT