Ghosts/Paranormal--Believe? Don't believe? Stories?

Nightporter

Nightporter

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Hey!

Sorry if a similar thread has already been posted... And sorry if it's a bit weird!

I'm very interested in ghosts. I don't automatically believe they are the spirits of dead people; I don't know what they may be. Does anyone on here believe in ghosts/paranormal happenings also? Does anyone on here not believe in the supernatural? If you have a supernatural/ghost story please post it here! If you have opinions on what you think the supernatural may be (skeptical or non skeptical) Post it here! Weirdness welcome!

Best wishes,

-N-
 
Yes I believe in the "paranormal" to an extent but I do not believe in ghosts. I believe our spirits have a destination after death, we don't hang out on earth.
 
I swear I've told this story before -

But way way way back -when the dinosaurs walked the earth and I was in high school... I was babysitting for a family that lived in a very old house... it was a fantastic house -full of small closets - and tunnels that led from one room to another... The girls I babysat for had a really cool playroom on the 3rd floor of the house -and the bedrooms were on the 2nd floor.

One night -I put the girls to bed... and I was watching television on the first floor -I went upstairs to do my usual lap to check on the kids to make sure they were snug i ther beds.... They were... but I heard a noise coming from the third floor...

So - in true horror movie fashion - cue the creepy music - I went up to the third floor - ll the lights were on.. and all the toys that I KNOW I had put away earlier were all out as if in playing mode...

I figured the girls got out of bed and played... I was aggravated but put the toys away and went back downstairs...

and hour or so later - i did the same lap.. girls will still sound asleep... dog was asleep at the foot of one of the girls bed.. this is a big dog who followed the girls religiously -I would have heard the dog if it had moved - and it would have followed the girls upstairs..

Again I see light coming from the third floor-- I go back up again- same thing.. toys out - lights on...

I spent the rest of the night with a baseball bat in my hands sitting on the stairs... I reported the strange goings onto the parents -nd they kind of looked at each other - and didn't say much.. I was always busy when they asked to baby sit again...

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my best friend of 30 years was killed on 9/11 and there's not a day that goes by that I don't miss him - or miss talking to him - when times were tough -he was the one person who I could totally trust to tell him what was on my mind and kind of work thru my neurosis... About 2 1/2 years ago I was going thru a really challenging time personally and if I thought I could check myself into an insane alsyum - i would have... well not really but it was bad... I went to bed one night - and in the middle of the night -i felt something sit on the foot of my bed...

I woke up.. and it was Tom - sitting there.. holdng in his hands -a teddy bear he had given me years before- a teddy bear that was buried in the back of my closet because I didn't want the reminder... He asked me what was up -and for the next hour or two we talked - and talked and talked and I felt a lot better.. I went to sleep and woke up the next moring feeling better than I had been...

I figured I dreamed it - until I saw ont he chair near my bed - was the teddy bear tat tom had been holding... I have never sleepwalked in my life... so I doubt strongly that i got it myself...

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Wow! Maleficent.... That first story was pretty creepy but that last one was so amazing! I wouldn't believe it if written by anyone else but you're a respected member of this board. What a touching and sweet story... Also one of the most amazing ones I have heard!

-N-
 
Those are probably yhe only two times in my life that I have not been able to reason and/or logic my way out of something...

In theory I still do not beleive in ghosts... but there are a few things that cannot be explained...
 
I am a Christian and so I do not believe in ghosts in the sense that they are usually talked about. (dead people whose spirits still linger). I do however believe in demons and angels.
 
I've got several...

The first happened right when I started college, with the second soon after.

1) My then-boyfriend and I were hanging out at a friend's house. The friend had joint custody of his little girl, who has Down's Syndrome and wasn't able to talk very clearly at all. His roommate also had a little girl who came around sometimes, but the two girls were never together at any time. Anyway, the roommate's little girl was playing in a room of the house one day and came out screaming and yelling about "Bob" and refused to go in the room again. The friend's little girl was there a week or so later, and was having her diaper changed in that same room. She looked over at the window, pointed and, clear as day, said "There's Bob!" So we're over there and we hear this story, then sit to watch some stupid movie. I'm on the couch and there's a window to my right. Out of the corner of my eye I see movement and, thinking someone is sneaking up on me to scare me, I look toward the window. In the window I see a reflection of a tall man wearing jeans, a brown shirt and a cowboy hat. I look to the other side and behind me...nobody's standing up. I ask the guy what "Bob" looked like, since they'd seen him too....they said a tall guy with jeans, a brown shirt and a cowboy hat.

2) A little bit later my friend Brandee and I were hanging out, and her man and my then-man were goofing off at his place, kind of out in the country. We go over there and we're sitting in her van with the AC on since it was mid-July (gets HOT in Texas). Anyway, we're talking and over by a tree I see something kind of moving around. I get out and look, and the thing disappears. All that's there is a knothole in the tree. It's 90+ outside, even though it's night, but I put my hand up and moved it right over the knothole, and it HAD to have been 40 in that single spot. That same night the goof-off guys were listening to music, with the CD player many feet away from where they were sitting. The CD player kept shutting off. They thought the CD was skipping, but there weren't any scratches on it. The next time it happened, they hollered "turn it back on!" and it came on. They tried it with several songs in several places.

3) This one's personal. My mom died suddenly in January 2003. The night before her funeral, the same guy and I were sitting at her house with my nephew, playing some game. All of a sudden the air just felt heavy...like someone was looking at me. I sent my nephew to the kitchen and asked the boyfriend if he felt something weird. He said it felt like someone was staring at him, and whatever it was, was in my mom's bedroom doorway about 10 feet away. Same place I felt it coming from. That happened on and off all evening. That same night this old clock started going off in the bottom of an old box of clothes that'd been sitting untouched in my mom's closet for years. Dead batteries and all, it chimed every hour on the hour until my dad woke up and found it. She stuck around the place where she'd worked a few days, too...the door would open and shut every day at 8:45 a.m....her normal arrival time. And when the cook didn't put things up where she wanted them the night after her funeral, he came in the next morning to find them back in place.

I could go on...but that's good for now... sorry so long and boring!!!!
 
I don't believe in the paranormal whatsoever, ghosts, spirits, demons, angels, fairies, garden gnomes or gods.
 
Very cool and creepy stories, MindiK! The one especially about your moms clock going off gave me the chills. I remember when my grandma died my grandpa gave me the watch she was wearing. I was a bit put off by it and put it in the way back of a makeup drawer. A few months later, it's alarm would go off every night at 11:30 or so. It stopped again for a few months, and started doing it again. It hasn't gone off for about a year or so (That I know of) But I'm sure it will do it again sometime!

-N-
 
There was one up here at work, too. I was sitting in the back one day, and saw a little woman with red hair walk through to the print shop in the very back of the office. After a few minutes I went to the front and asked who the lady had been, but nobody knew who I was talking about.

The woman who works up front worked here years ago, and asked me what the woman looked like. I told her she was no more than 5 feet tall, with kind of tall, old fashioned styled red hair and glasses. Turns out she was a dead ringer, no pun intended, for Louise, a woman who worked here in the 70s, and has since died. Creepy...
 
Nope I don't and won't until I experience something myself and even then I'll think somebody has slipped me a micky or that I've finally lost my loose grip on reality.

I am especially irked by that horrid Slyvia Brown woman. She reminds me of a girl I went to school with who was also a pathalogical liar. The only up side to her craziness is that she seems to bring comfort to some people .... so I guess that's a good thing
 
Here’s my favorite story of the paranormal. When I was three my parents bought this old house. It had been built up over the years, but the original part was about 150 years old. Anyway, the running joke was that it was haunted. Strange stuff was always happening. A fire would spring to life in the fireplace, even though it hadn’t been used in months, then die down to nothing and the logs would be cold. Windows would open, even when they’d be latched with a hook and eye and then covered in sheets of plastic for the winter. (Plastic untouched and window open.) Things appearing and disappearing. Bumps in the night and all.

We kids, eight of us, weren’t afraid and we took every opportunity to scare the babysitters. Stomp around upstairs and shake chains, then jump in bed and pretend to be asleep. Yeah, we were rotten. (Like it wasn’t hard enough to get someone to baby-sit eight kids.)

One day a man stopped by to see the house as it was the house where he grew up. He asked casually if the ghost was still there. He had a slew of stories, too. No one was too concerned except my grandfather. He was old world German, and didn’t like ghosts in his daughter’s house.

Fast forward to the summer between my junior and senior year of high school. My grandfather is sick and we know that it’s any day now. It’s a Sunday morning, and I have a job where I have to get up at 5:45 to get to work. Normally my mother would come in and wake me up. This morning she wakes me up and adds that my grandfather had died that morning. I thanked her for telling me. I go to work. I grieve a bit and cry a bit, but like I say, we knew this was coming. The kicker is that my mother wasn’t even home. She was at the hospital and even mentioned to her siblings that she would normally be home waking me up at that time.

Here’s the kicker. The ghost never made another appearance after that. My take is that Grandpa stopped by on his way up to kick the ghost out of the house. You didn’t say no to my Grandpa.
 
As for Syvlia Browne, I don't think exploiting the grieving and creating false memories of loved ones is very commendable.
 
My dad used to work in a haunted music studio...

Everyone that worked there includind my mom (who is sensitive to paranormal) saw something. One of my dads friends had to spend the night there once, and he spent the night in the supposed most haunted area of it (The attic or fourth floor) There was a small bed up there in a room, and after he crawled in he felt something dead cold and clammy crawl in RIGHT next to him. He said he was dead scared to turn around because it felt very evil. He finally did look behind him and didn't see a person but an impression of a person laying in the bed. He bolted out of there. I've been up there only 2 or 3 times in my young life, never experienced a ghostly phenomenon up there but it did have horrible purple shag carpet and glittery-painted cream walls.

Also... It was always counted on that when one would open the door to the attic (It was about a foot off the floor and had 2 or 3 deadbolts and a latch... For reasons I don't know) a very big cold blast of air would whoosh down the stairs. The engineers had NO CLUE what caused it.

I have more stories if anyone wants to hear them!

-N-
 
My father in law was looking for a new house in the mid seventies. He was getting remarried and he and his wife were looking at this nice house on the south shore of Long Island. The price was real low, so his soon to be wife asked why it was so low. The agent said in some off hand way that the previous owners thought it was haunted. Well, that was enough for her. She insisted that they build a house so that it couldn't have any questionable history. Turns out that they were considering buying the Amityville Horror house. :reddevil:
 
JDhd said:
As for Syvlia Browne, I don't think exploiting the grieving and creating false memories of loved ones is very commendable.
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Sylvia brown - and that other dude who thinks he talks to the dead too fascinate me - in a perverse sort of way -

and how good they are at reading people... and are able to tell people exactly what they want or need to hear at the time...
 
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