Believe in ghosts?

[Hatz]

Hey everyone. Just wondered what everyone thought about ghosts or spirits. I am watching a show on the History Channel about them. I like when they have the shows on the worlds most haunted places.

So does anyone believe in them or better yet does anyone have any personal stories? I for one do believe in them and even though it would be scary as hell, I would like to encounter one. I have never had any personal encounters but I know a few people that have........and these people wouldn't e ones to lie so I guess that is my basis for believing in them.

Let me know what you all think.

Hopefully this won't turn into a religion post/flame. Lets try to leave the big guy out of it....heheh.

Hatz

[Devanshu]

At times, I feel like there is a presense in the room w/ me and then a zombie hand comes up and grabs my shoulder.

I believe in afterlife, but not in gohsts. I recall I used to believe in them when I was little but grew out of it. But my opinions have been swayed before...so sway me.

[Hatz]

Well one incident that comes to mind was from a friend of the family. My sister has a friend that experienced it first hand. She had a friend thats house was supposedly haunted. I guess one night she stayed over there and experienced the lights turn on when no one was near the switch and a faucet start running when no one was near it.

Supposedly an old lady lived there before them and i guess they have seen the silouhette of that lady by the window smoking.

Now of course this is just what my friend has told me but she would not be one to lie. So I guess I have to believe her but I will never actually know until it happens to me.

Anyone else got any stories?

Hatz

[Devanshu]

Um...alright, here's one I heard but dont know if its true or not. My friend told me this story and it was apparently "real".

One night, as a little boy, this person awoke fo find a child-like figure in his bed. Its head was swollen well beyond a normal size. It was moving its mouth and talking in gibberish. The figure was real, and it was surrounded by a kind of glowing haze. Throughout the years, when he was living in that house, he would see the ghost frequently, especially when he was up late night watching TV. It would stand at the steps and watch him but disapper when he looked back. Finally, the guy told the thing to go away and it did. After a while, he told someone who had seen something like it before and he told him to call the spirit back because it has some unfinished business. The guy felt guilty and called the spirit back but in doing so, he called some other ones along with it. What happened was that when he told the spirit to go away, it would remain in the house but never try to get his attention. When he called to the spirit, the ohters in the neighboring area came along. Thats about as much as I remember...

[g_shocker182]

There's one that floats around here sometimes.....

[MOVIEGEEK]

I believe in this ghost:

[Devanshu]

I'VE BEEN SWAYED

[i_am_dave]

Don't know if I do or not. Looks like science could have proven their existance by now if they do exist...

[Gees]

OK - this is where I make up your minds about whether I truely am strange or not! :cD

I have to believe in some force out there because I've see numerous incidents at an old house my family used to live in.

Whether it was "ghosts" or not, nobody could ever say. But I can not just simply explain them away.

[i_am_dave]

Sorry Gees, you haven't given me enough information to make up my mind. (about ghosts or your strangeness )

How about sharing some of your experiences....please...

[Gees]

Ok, but there's a lot of them. :cD and hard to type while eating toast and converting vids, but I'll tell you it all took place in old English Tudor in Plainfield. This was a big house. You know the type - 3 full floors, full cellar that spans the length and breadth of the house.

It had a wrap-around porch and you went in double doors to a vestibule that lead to a double-dutch door into the foyer.

Each room was massive, with its own uniquely styled fireplace, flocked wallpaper, inlaid floors and sliding doors between the living room and dining room. Celings were very high and my Mom had a love of antiques, Oriental rugs and furnishings would be best described as eclectic - some may say leaning toward bizzarre.

Two parents, four kids (2 boys/2 girls) and I was the oldest of the 4.

The year things started we had two English Sheepdogs, a mother and daughter.

My first memory of anything "strange" was one night Nana & Mumsy bolted to four paws from a sound sleep and started howling. It wasn't a bark like they'd do if someone came to the door. It wasn't howling directed at each other. It was incessant howling and aggitated running in place and they were both pointing toward the vestibule.

No matter what my Dad did, he could not calm them down. He went outside and looked all around the yard but could not see any signs of anyone having been there.

They finally stopped howling after about 40 minutes.

That was the start of it.


----- ahaha it linked "toast" :cD

[Gees]

Ok - second file's encoding now...

I don't remember just how much time elapsed between "incidents". I know that they were not frequent. And I remember what the next one was.

Since I was the eldest, and was a responsible and level-headed individual from birth (or so my parents tell me) :c) my parents started me off babysitting for my brothers and sisters from a young age. I was 11 months older than my brother (I think they call that "Irish Twins") :c) and then a 5 year gap to my sister and younger brother, who were a year apart.

So by this time, at about 15, I was very comfortable being in charge of the 3 of them.

I often had to stay home weekends to watch them while my parents went antique hunting in PA. That's not important, except to say that this event transpired on a bright and sunny Saturday afternoon, not at the witching hour, on a stormy night, even if you might guess that.

I was downstairs with the 2 youngest watching cartoons and my brother was up in the bathroom washing his face to go out.

All of a sudden I heard him screaming from the bathroon. A really terrified scream - not a "saw a spider" scream or like he'd discovered one of us had wrecked his comics, I mean screaming in HORROR.

When I ran up the stairs, he still had soap on his face and in his eyes, but I could tell even through that that his face was white. And he was shaking so hard, he could hardly get the words out but he told me something grabbed him.

I just tried to calm him down and help him get the soap off and said he'd probably just brushed against something or maybe one of the cats had jumped onto the sink.

But he kept bleating "It grabbed me. Something grabbed me." I asked him, "Where?" and he said, "My arm."

And when I picked up his arm and looked at it there were still red impressions in the shape of fingers on his upper arm.

His arm was bone dry, no water, no soap, no towel handy. And those marks were there. I saw them.

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-- sooo many typos! :cD takes me 10 tries to fix!

[i_am_dave]

Ok,

You've got me on the edge of my seat. More?

[Gees]

LOL - I have to make a menu, but I'll try in a bit. :c)

[Devanshu]

That is freaky stuff...

[rallynavvie]

Remember the MTV show "Fear"? Man did I love that show. It was sort of like watching the Blair Witch Project back when everyone still thought it was a documentary I always wanted to be on that show, being that I'm not religious at all but am still very curious about hauntings and all that. I don't particularly believe in it all but I'd still like to experience it. I hope they release them on DVD because I never did get to see all of them. Some of the fear in the players was so genuine you could feel it. And boy was it funny to listen to some of the guys scream like little girls

I don't really have any ghost stories. I was always the one when I was a kid to be the one who went to the scary abandoned barns, or graveyards at night, or creepy cellars or attics. I guess my curiousity always won out over any fear that should have been there. The only thing that ever really freaked me out was when I went on a camping trip with some friends in high school. We were camping at the end of a road on one of the others' grandparents farm. Not that it mattered at all but his family's graveyard was on the other side of the field we were staying near. It scared the girls a little, and probably some of the guys; but it's a graveyard, no big deal. We were up late into the night talking in the half moonlight standing on the road. The road was wooded on both sides and all of us were standing near the clearing our tents were on. I was facing the field where the road ended about 100 yards away. I was just sort of staring down the road when I saw a shadow of a man or something run from one side of the road to the other and into the woods. We were all talking so it wasn't one of the others and we were miles from the nearest neighbors. Whatever it was did make a little noise crossing the gravel road and bounding into the bush which caused everyone else to stop their conversation dead and turn to see what it was, but it was already gone by then. I was the only one who saw it. For all I know it could have been a deer or something that the light was hitting funny, or it could have been some guy stalking us. Everyone was asking what just made that noise and all I said was "Why don't we all get into the truck and stay up at the house for tonight." I wasn't about to find out some lunatic was running around our campsite just then.

Sorry, not really a ghost story, just a little scary story from my past.

[thayne]

They for sure exist! When I was a kid we lived in this old house, where the lady how lived there before had died. We used to see her all the time. We would play football in the front yard and would see her watching use from an upstairs window. She also used to turn the light on in my bedroom just about every morning at 5 am.

We later found out from her son that she used to turn the light on in that room to let her husband know breakfast was ready when he was out working in the field because he could see it from where he was.

Also, my step dad remodeled the inside of the house and once while he was working on it she came up behind him and told him "The house looks really good"

[Hatz]

Wow all of those stories are creepy. Especially Thaynes cause he pretty much witnessed a ghost first hand. And as for someone talking to me or grabbing my arm..........man that would make me shit myself I think.

You should have asked the old lady if she wanted to play catch with you guys :P :P

Keep the stories coming.

Hatz

[Devanshu]

MORE!

Although I dont freak out easily, I like to hear ghost stories a lot.

[Devanshu]

Done w/ the menu yet Gees?

[Gees]

LOL - yeah, a while back. But I'm too tired to type much tonight. Been on Yahoo giving PSP lessons to a noobie! :cD

I'll write more tomorrow when I'm not so typed out, OK?

:c)

'cause - you do notice? - I tend to go on a bit. :cD

[Devanshu]

LOL - yeah, a while back. But I'm too tired to type much tonight. Been on Yahoo giving PSP lessons to a noobie! :cD

I'll write more tomorrow when I'm not so typed out, OK?

:c)

'cause - you do notice? - I tend to go on a bit. :cD

I was just kidding...but if you have any more, by all means, go ahead.

[thayne]

Wow all of those stories are creepy. Especially Thaynes cause he pretty much witnessed a ghost first hand. And as for someone talking to me or grabbing my arm..........man that would make me shit myself I think.

You should have asked the old lady if she wanted to play catch with you guys :P :P

Keep the stories coming.

Hatz

She never talked to me or my brother, we just saw her in the window. It used to freak me out a little in the beginning when she would turn on my light and I would wake up right away and cover my head and stay really still LOL after a while I just got used to it. She wasn't a mean ghost at all and never did anything bad.

[Devanshu]

That'd be wierd...being woken up everyday by a ghost. At least your parents believed you, unlike my friends case.

[Will Hay]

LOL - yeah, a while back. But I'm too tired to type much tonight. Been on Yahoo giving PSP lessons to a noobie! :cD

Ahhhh, you poor thing.
Tough life, eh?
W.

[Gees]

LOL - hoped you'd find that!!! :cD


Hey, no smiles? :c* :c(

[Gees]

next...........


You might be thinking, "OK. She saw finger marks. And her dogs acted funny one night. So what? What has she seen?"

Nothing, personally. But I did hear "it".

To reset the scene.. through the front doors and vestibule there was a large foyer. To the right large, heavy sliding doors led to a living room. Just past that room, another door off of the foyer led to the dining room.

To the left of the foyer, was a rounded-out area, completely open to the foyer, with boxed window seats and its own fireplace. Just past there was a large staircase. It went up about 4 steps to a pretty larged sized landing and continued over itself a full flight up to the second floor. (Remember those stairs and that landing, covered in red sculptured carpeting. Something happens there later.)

Between the living room and dining room were another pair of sliding doors. That pair of doors were almost always closed, since the dining room lead to a Butler's Pantry through a swinging door and then to the kitchen with more rooms off that. Being a large, old, and drafty house, it was more economical to keep these heavy sliding doors closed most times to keep the living room warm.

I found myself babysitting, yet again, one night. My parents were younger then, and went out often. Most of their friends still lived in South Jersey, about an hour or so's drive, so nights out were long nights. My brothers and sister were all asleep upstairs in their rooms. In those days I could stay up 'til 3:00 in the morning, watching TV with no drowsiness setting in at all.

You know how you can convince yourself you hear things? When you are alone in a house? Especially an old house, with its constant creaks and hissing big old radiators? And maybe add in an old horror film on TV. You're all set to be easily chilled.

But not this night. I remember very clearly I was watching a variety show. The type with comedy bits mixed in with music and dance performances.

During a commercial, I went through the sliding doors into the foyer, then through a small hallway that contained a back staircase to the second floor, a side door out to the side yard, and the door down to the basement. Part of my babysitting duties included making sure all those doors were locked.

I remember I sort of danced my way into the kitchen. :c) To whatever tune I had just heard on TV. I was going to make myself some peanut butter toast. Off of the kitchen was the Butler's Pantry to the right. Straight ahead, a door to a small vestibule lead to a door to the backyard. To the right of that, a door to the laundry room. All closed, again, for drafts.

To the left of the back door was another door. Behind that door was a small room my Mom used for pots and pans. Just past that, still another room that was once used for hanging meats, storing vegetables, etc. But we had a different use for that room.

Since these were modern times, we did not cure our own meat, or grow and pickle our own vegetables! :c) We did, at that time, own a rabbit. My Mom put paper down in that back room and it became "Thumpers Room". It was a little chilly back there, but he had full run of the kitchen, was trained to use his paper, and his food and water were kept in the pot & pan room.

Of course, with this set-up, those 2 doors had to remain open at all times.

The refrigerator faced directly opposite that pot and pan room. There was a large butcher block table just to the right.

I remember rooting through the fridge for the bread I liked with Thumper bouncing around my feet. As I reached in to take out the loaf, I heard.... very distinctly and plainly.... someone say "Help" right in my ear. It was a woman's voice, an adult woman, but sounded fairly young; it was not pleading, or crying. It simply said "Help". It said it at a volume that I coud tell, if it were a person who'd said it, I would have felt their breath on my face.

I dropped the loaf. I panicked. First thing I did was grab up Thumper. Perhaps 2 seconds later I grabbed the next thing I set eyes on - a half empty bottle of wine standing on the chopping block.

I took those 2 things, and ran out of the kitchen through the hall, through the foyer, into the living room praying frantically that I had, indeed, remembered to lock all the doors I was supposed to! I remember trying desperately to pull those two heavy, sticking sliding doors closed behind me while still holding onto a fidgeting rabbit and a bottle of wine.

I managed. And I sat with the rabbit on my lap and the bottle tight in my hand in the farthest corner of the couch I could squeeze into and waited for my parents to come home.

[Devanshu]

Chilling

Was your ghost a good one like thayne's?

[Gees]

Was your ghost a good one like thayne's?

Well, none of us were ever hurt by it, just frightened.

:c)

My parents saw it.

[Devanshu]

You mentioned that your brother had marks where the ghost grabbed him...so I assumed it was bad. My fault.