Ghost?!?!
im watching TAPS or Ghost Hunters right now on sci-fi, seems like they do a good job at explaining everything but theres a good bit that cant be explained, does anyone on here believe in ghosts or ever "seen" one??
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Nahh, I don't believe in ghost's, but then again I'm still having a hard time believing in gravity. 0 -
I lived in a haunted castle/mansion for a VERY short time as a yout.
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I believe in 'em, but thankfully have never seen one. 0 -
Lived with one for three years - we couldn't see him/her but our
dogs did. Hair would go up on their necks and they'd growl as
they'd follow it across the room with their eyes - barring their
teeth and growling all the while. We'd also hear footsteps down
in the kitchen sometimes at night - always around 3AM.
We really missed him/her after we moved away from that house.
... made for some interesting stories around the campfire.
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i have season 1 on dvd.
and yes.0 -
Saw one once. Didn't think all that much about it until I realized what I'd seen and then I was all kinds of freaked out for a long while after that. 0 -
Details?
That kind of stuff fascinates me.
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several stories to list. people think i'm crazy already.[:)] 0 -
Remember, Grasshopper, it's a fine, fine line between
pure genius and being as crazy as a loon!
... both are entertaining, however! Entertain us.
Plus - you're talking to a guy who watched a flying
cigar spotlighting around, looking for something
on the ground.
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My uncle on my Mom's side haunts their house.
My parents have a very large walkout basement. On the backside of the basement, the side you walk out, there are windows at chest level. There is a large ledge in front of the window where there are a bunch of family photo's. Multiple ones of my grandparents and aunts and uncles. My uncle Tommy died in the mid 90's. After he died, the same picture started "falling" off the window ledge. It was a picture of him out in the woods. The picture sat there for years before he had died. The frame never broke, but was always found face down on the floor. You could pic it up, run back upstairs, come back down a few minutes later and there it was on the ground again. We moved the picture to a different spot on the ledge, changed picture frames, still the same thing. This happened for years afterwards.
I was in high school(year 2001) and my bedroom was in the basement. I had my own batchelor pad. I used the door out the back of the basement, had my own patio out back, bathroom, etc. When you walked into my bedroom, straight ahead was my computer desk facing the wall on the right. To the left was my bed in the corner. I was dating this one girl at the time. She was sitting on my computer chair and I was sitting on the bed. TV was on and we were talking about something. The door was open. Suddenly she stared right at the door, then her eyes followed "Something" across the bedroom to the opposite corner. She looked at me wideeyed and said, "I just saw someone walk in the room."
My heart started pounding and I didn't know what to think. Claire had never met Tommy. I pulled the picture of him off the ledge and asked if that was who she saw, she just slowly nodded.0 -
We only have one family story with a ghost involved.
A week after my maternal grandmother's dad died, my
great grandfather, in 1944, she was in the basement
separating things out of a steamer trunk. It was his
old house in Bala Cynwyd, on Philadelphia's Main Line,
and as she finished she said she had that feeling that
someone was watching her from behind.
Nana whirled and there stood Poppop Allan, looked as
solid as he did in life, and he said,"It's all right, Mabel,
don't be frightened" and he immediately faded and
disappeared. Nana only spoke of it, maybe twice again,
and I believe her until this day - she was one of those
folks who believed a lie was a mortal sin. To be caught in
a lie ment having to suck on a `lifebuoy mint!'[xx(]
... good enough for me!
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zip: you asked for it.
1) 12 years ago, I was living with my aunt and uncle durring summer break from college. As "rent" I'd to odd jobs around the house. One project was set to be a bookcase that surrounded the basement walls. They mainly worked nights as they both were nurses at the time, so I did most of the work then and wait tables during the day. One night, after completing a major run on the shelving, I decided to take a break and went up into the kitchen to get a sandwich. Instead of going back down, I sat on the couch and ate while watching tv. As I was watching, I turned my head and looked down the hallway to see a older gentleman walk about 4 feet, stop, look at me, then procede into the basement. He was about 5'10", grey blue eyes, white collared shirt, thinned white/silver hair, brown twill slacks, brown shoes....and completely transparent. I said hi and let him go. I wasn't scared, frightened or anything. I felt safe and felt like I knew him but had never seen him before.
I inquired about the house and found out nothing. My aunt and uncle were only the second owners of the house. The perivious owners had sold it and moved to Florida. The neighbors knew them quite well and had helped them build the house, so it wasn't anything classified as your classic haunting.
After a couple of weeks, I had gone home for a visit and told my mom about it. She then showed me a picture of a guy and it was him, younger, but him. My great great granddad.
I've seen him a couple of times since then. Once here in our new house. I've never felt afraid when I've seen him. It's the other things I've seen that scare me.0 -
Very cool - thanks.
Funny that you mention that 'safe feeling.'
My wife and I noticed that with the 'ghost(s)'
that walked in our last house. The kitchen floor
squeaked badly - until my neighbor and I shimmed
it up. It stopped squeaking when we walked around on
it, but continued with the 3AM 'visitations.
We'd wake up and with the exception of the first time, we'd
be OK with it each morning - joke about it - and sometimes
even talk to it while in the kitchen. We both secretly wished it
would move with us ... but did not. We waited. listened, watched
for our 'ghost' in the new house but there were no more phenomena
that scared the dogs or we could hear at night.
... good night ... sleep tight!
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Zip-your signature photo gives me the creeps after reading these haunted posts and your comment about "sleep tight"[:D]
Cubs-just curious-how did Tom die? This kind of stuff intrigues me.0 -
Ghosthunters has to be one of my favorite shows. The subject of the paranormal really interests me. I've had my own experiences when I was a kid. Was scared then, but would love to do some ghost hunting of my own now. 0 -
When i were a kid bout 11 years old i was cycling down an small road in the forest when i meet a angry old man that accused me for breaking the windows of a old house nearby.
[:(!] Well i pedaled away over to that oooold house to have a look but no windows were broke.So back to the old man again and telling him that no windows where broke in the house...
Basically the end of story,untill just recently about 25 years later
When the house been deserted and now someone finally broke the windows in that house...
So from this we can learn that :
1.Ghosts just looks like you or me ! Probably we seen lots of ghost all of us, but we just havent realised that.
2.Ghosts dont know everything (i did'nt commit that crime i were accused of)and ghosts seemes to have a really bad consept of time or what year it actually is.
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Once when I was visiting my mother, another retired lady named Mildred was there. She lived a few doors from my mother. My mother had told me that Mildred had sold her old family home and moved up and across the street but never told me why.
While my mother was fixing lunch, Mildred asked me if I knew why she had moved, and I answered no. She said her husband had died of a massive heart attack the previous year. Two or three days after the funeral she was sitting in the front room, noticed a movement in her peripheral vision and looked around. There was her husband walking out of the kitchen, thru the front room and into the adjoining bedroom. She said he never looked at her, just walked. Said he looked just like he did in life.
She left the house, walked uptown to the realtor and bought another house, checked into the hotel, got someone to go back with her to get her personal belongings, hired the movers, and never went back again.
An older lady having hallucinations? Who knows. I've never been fortunate enough to have seen anything like that, tho I always had a lot of respect for Mildred and thought her a down to earth person.0 -
When you are dead you are dead !!! Ghost BWaaaaaaaHAHAHAHA 0 -
I can't help myself...
Just after we were married we bought an old home that probably dated to slightly after the Civil War. I mention this only because there had been a lot of time for "history" that we might have been unaware of.
I had a small grapefruit tree that I'd grown from seed. It enjoyed a place in our living room and we had placed a string of white lights on it around the holiday season. I had removed the blinker bulbs and placed them in my desk in another room. I forget the circumstances, but we went out for the evening. Upon arriving home the lights on the tree were merrily blinking. Blinker bulbs were nicely back in place.
Regular bulbs in my desk in place of the blinkers.
Then there was the matter of our back door. This wasn't a time where locking the home was necessary, but we did lock from time to time when we remembered or were going to be gone for an extended period. Often we'd come home and the lock would be open. Both my wife and I thought for a long time that we'd just forgotten to drop the lock... That is until we made a point of locking the door and returning to find it unlocked. Then a deadbolt. Then the deadbolt open. We gave up.
Or a night that I'd been called out on an emergency... Halloween by the way. I returned home about 11:00 pm and came up the stairs as usual. My wife was in bed and semi-awake. Her first question was why I'd come up the stairs twice. I hadn't! Next, she noted that I'd changed shirts. I hadn't done that either. Then she informed me that I'd gone toward the rear of the home to our son's room. Nope on that one, too! You can bet that this caused me a VERY nervous trip with a pistol at ready. And I found nothing.
How about a poke in the ribs at 3:00 am from my wife? A light was on downstairs. Another pistol trip and naked as a jaybird. I hope the neighbors were sound asleep because the sight would have probably been hilarious. Yup! A pull-chain lamp was on and nobody around but the Luger and me.
Sometimes a feeling that we were being watched over when asleep. Not watched, but being watched over. Certainly not a dark or threatening feeling. More like something gentle and protective.
We jokingly named him Herman. Herman merely became part of the normal routine. We didn't make a fuss over him, nor did we really think much about the whole thing. He never interfered with us, but I think he wanted us to know that he was there.
The door lock? We figured that if Herman could unlock the door, then he could probably do lots of other things. We'd lock. He'd unlock. In the end we just accepted that the door would be unlocked and that he'd take care of things. Never an intruder and nothing ever stolen. It was almost like we knew that he'd take care of things. Oh, one other thing... The door would remain locked if we were there. Lock the house for the night and you could be assured that it would be locked in the morning.
I remember going from room to room on the last day we were there and thanking the old house for its warmth and kindness over the time we'd been there. I thanked Herman and said goodbye. That was 28 years ago.
Was he or wasn't he? I'll probably never know. Was there something out of the ordinary going on? I think it's safe to say that there was. Did we have some sort of presence? Possibly. All I can truly say is that we remember Herman fondly. He, it, or whatever would be welcome in our home anytime.
What I've related isn't a ghost story, but it is a true story. I haven't made anything up and I have no explanation for what I've shared. Twenty eight years in a different home have yielded no such experiences. I can only conclude that we somehow shared the home with someone or something. Whatever it was, it was gentle and warm. Nothing to be scared of.0 -
[:)][;)] Actually it might be many people "without a life" [:0]
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quote:Originally posted by john carr
Once when I was visiting my mother, another retired lady named Mildred was there. She lived a few doors from my mother. My mother had told me that Mildred had sold her old family home and moved up and across the street but never told me why.
While my mother was fixing lunch, Mildred asked me if I knew why she had moved, and I answered no. She said her husband had died of a massive heart attack the previous year. Two or three days after the funeral she was sitting in the front room, noticed a movement in her peripheral vision and looked around. There was her husband walking out of the kitchen, thru the front room and into the adjoining bedroom. She said he never looked at her, just walked. Said he looked just like he did in life.
She left the house, walked uptown to the realtor and bought another house, checked into the hotel, got someone to go back with her to get her personal belongings, hired the movers, and never went back again.
An older lady having hallucinations? Who knows. I've never been fortunate enough to have seen anything like that, tho I always had a lot of respect for Mildred and thought her a down to earth person.
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IMHO "ghosts" are simply self-delusions. 0 -
My uncle died at his parents home in 1966 at the age of 33. My grandmother once saw him clear as day standing in the pantry door leaning against the door jamb as he often did when alive. 0 -
i dont really beleive in ghosts, BUT, there was a few things that were going on at our old house before we moved. We have this big screen TV, and its worked fine for ever, but sometimes it just turns off, i lost a cousin a while back, he was only 23, i always just figured it was him, trying to get my attention. and also, we have the old sign from the street we used to live on, some one hit it with a car in the winter in delaware, we had it above the garage door. we also have a WALK/DONT WALK light, really big, its mounted on a pole and it was sitting in the corner the right of the old sign in a corner, one night the sign fell and it made a huge ruckus, walked out to check it out and the sign was ont he floor and the light was on, blinkin WALK/Dont WALK, i thought this was weird because the light usually takes 2-3 minutes to warm up and turn on and start blinking, but it instantly turned on this time.... 0 -
We've had this discussion numerous times, but I believe that what people perceive to be ghosts are demons. To be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord...or damned in hell... 0 -
I'm not one to believe something unproven until I experience it for myself. I guess I'm just stubborn that way. 0 -
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I wonder why she would be afraid of her dead husband?
... interesting question.
After seeing/listening to her father's ghost/image in the basement she fled upstairs after a startled scream - according to my mom who was upstairs sorting some of his other things.
My grandmother was 49 at the time and a very focused and successful business lady - she owned/ran a rather large commercial real estate office in downtown, Phila.
She loved her father as much/more than anyone.
... who's to say.
Demons sure, parallel universes, sure, ancient indian burial grounds, perhaps, restless spirits, maybe ... but, I do find it interesting that the Bible also speaks of 'ghosts' ... so, what's THAT all about? Are those, demons, too? ... I suppose - but read in the context of the writings that would pose some interesting conflicts.
... probably depends on which part of the Bible, which translation or which version you are reading at the time, eh?
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quote:Originally posted by zipperzap
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I wonder why she would be afraid of her dead husband?
... interesting question.
After seeing/listening to her father's ghost/image in the basement she fled upstairs after a startled scream - according to my mom who was upstairs sorting some of his other things.
My grandmother was 49 at the time and a very focused and successful business lady - she owned/ran a rather large commercial real estate office in downtown, Phila.
She loved her father as much/more than anyone.
... who's to say.
Demons sure, parallel universes, sure, ancient indian burial grounds, perhaps, restless spirits, maybe ... but, I do find it interesting that the Bible also speaks of 'ghosts' ... so, what's THAT all about? Are those, demons, too? ... I suppose - but read in the context of the writings that would pose some interesting conflicts.
... probably depends on which part of the Bible, which translation or which version you are reading at the time, eh?
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The Bible states that there's a "chasm" between the living and the dead...and that the dead cannot return to the living.0 -
Quote: "I wonder why she was afraid of her dead husband?"
I should have asked her that. A lot of people have a "horror" of ghosts. Soething the "ghost" carries around with him (her) and imparts this to the viewer, or is it a result of being told tales of ghostly apparitions when you were a small child? Looking back as far as I can remember, I had a horror of ghosts after being told tales by my aunt and mother who were 2nd generation Irish and were very superstitious, and believed in "ghosts".0 -
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While I don't necessarily disagree with you in total, I have a distinct feeling that it may not be all that simple.
First, we need to agree that afterlife is a matter of faith, not fact. I pity those who refuse to believe. I believe because it's in my best interest. If there turns out to be nothing, then I'll never know. If there awaits what I think awaits, then it's in my interest to prepare.
Had I not experienced what I did, I'd totally agree with you. But what I experienced (whatever it was/is) was not evil. Many of us believe in a guardian spirit (Holy Spirit) or guardian angel. I'm not so sure that wings and a white robe are essential. Perhaps a denim shirt will work from time to time. Perhaps the veil that keeps us apart thins once in awhile.
What I'm getting at is the wisdom of the orient. Where there's good, there's evil. In other words the yin and the yang. If we believe in a heavenly spirit, then it must follow that there are likely evil spirits. I would propose that this is exactly why we are instructed not to attempt to commune with spirits as it carries a great risk. I might further propose that sometimes we get what we don't seek.
All I'm saying is that whatever we experienced did not follow us to our new home and exerted a protective and warm influence upon us while we resided in our old one. This was not the mark of evil and perhaps was merely our imagination, though I think otherwise.
I sometimes wonder if perhaps we migh retain free will even at death. Perhaps we somehow are unaware of our own passing, or for some reason feel that our business here on earth is unfinished... Or perhaps we're directed to spend some "extra" time here for a purpose. I don't know.
Whatever the true facts are, I took away a deeper faith from my experiences. It led me to being able to release my mother and father into death with the sorrow of missing them, but the faith to believe that there was joy in their passing. This is certainly not the result of evil.
No ECC, there are gentle hands there for you if you're willing to feel them. Please don't deny what you haven't experienced.
Ghosts? I wouldn't call whatever I experienced a ghost. Certainly not in the way we portray them in popular stories.
Evil? Not in my experience either. Evil is neither gentle, nor loving, nor warm.
But... What do I know?0
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