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yes.

All the time, in the mirror. And in the Shell, obviously.

I don't think I have ever seen one, but I'm pretty sure I have been in the presence of one. I decided not to stick around to see if there indeed was one. I got out of the building quickly.

Im undecided about ghosts. i know people who say they have seen them. But how can they possibly exist, i believe in science and science just cant explain ghosts. i really am undecided.

I don't believe in ghosts, but I saw some weird paranormal activity before. It's called the Paulding light, and it is supposed to appear every night on this abandoned road. We saw it, and it was moving, and changing from bright white to red. At one point it came within 50 feet of us. Freaky, really. I guess it has been going on since the 60's.

i would highly recommend that everyone read the book Skeptic (forgot who it's by). it explores the scientific possibility of ghosts, although they are not ghosts in the traditional sense. very interesting book, and the plot doesn't get in the way of the 'ghost talk'.

I don't believe in ghosts, but I saw some weird paranormal activity before. It's called the Paulding light, and it is supposed to appear every night on this abandoned road. We saw it, and it was moving, and changing from bright white to red. At one point it came within 50 feet of us. Freaky, really. I guess it has been going on since the 60's.

Where is this?

Ghost are for the kiddies who watch too many horror movies.

Where is this?

It's in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, close to Wisconsin. In the small town of Paulding. It's a really awesome sight, and is supposed to appear even during winter. Google it if you want, I guess Ripley's has offered $100,000 to anyone who can explain it.

http://www.ontonagonmi.com/pauldinglight/

probably just that decapitated watchman...

http://www.ontonagonmi.com/pauldinglight/

probably just that decapitated watchman...

Every night though? You'd think he would take a rest sometime.

Every night though? You'd think he would take a rest sometime.

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I voted option 1. Halucinations don't count for anything. ;)

When I was 14, I saw my great aunt in my mirror. It was hazy, but she was trying to tell me something. It was quite frightening. I learned later that day that she had passed away the night before. That really scared the hell out of me. I was quite close to her, closer than with any other relative, and nothing like that has happened when any of them have passed away.

When i was about seven, i took a hard blow to the head (which explains alot ..) while on holiday in the canary islands.

When i finally made it into the hospital for a check over, and some stiches, i was sitting the a medical ward while being stiched up .. i swear i saw a dark, scary figure floating in the corner of the room, looked like an angel, but dressed in black.

Sure, you're going to say it was the blow to the head, but i'm not sure, it looked so real ..

Guess i'll never know !

I used to live in a house that had 'ghosts'. It was a two-storey house, and I lived alone in the bottom half. No-one lived upstairs (it was a holiday home, so was empty most of the year).
I used to hear footsteps up the stairs at nights and sometimes around the floors. Only it'd be a few steps, then nothing. When ppl were there, I'd hear them walk throughout the house (no insulation between the floors).

One night I was woken by a loud crash (best I can describe is like a tray of silverware being dropped), followed by the worst scream I've ever heard. A truly blood-curdling scream of someone being murdered. Then a door slammed and hurried footsteps up the stairs. Then nothing.
This was at 3.04am (I remember vividly the time for some reason). I lay there listening for several minutes and heard nothing. I had almost convinced myself that it was just a night-terror I'd had that had woken me, when I heard it all again, exactly the same. Now it was 3.11am and I knew damn well I was wide awake.
So I went upstairs to check it out (armed with a torch and my 1856 English Army Bayonet). Nothing up there. Nothing missing or changed.
Pretty weird. Never heard it again, but other weird shit happened to me at various times while I stayed there.

Like one day I was having a nap in the afternoon and I realised I was awake but couldn't move. I could hear ppl walking around outside, talking. And there was a man at the end of the hall. Then I was aware of another man standing at the foot of my bed watching me. He was dressed in ancient Celtic clothing (I'm of Irish descent incidently). He turned round to face the other man and warned him away, saying that he was looking after me and guarding me.

Others staying with me heard the footsteps, but none of the other stuff.

In another house I stayed a similar thing happened - I was lying down having a nap and then felt someone in the room with me who grabbed my hand. When I opened my eyes, there was no-one. A couple of weeks later, same thing, but this time I couldn't move and I could hear a loud buzzing noise, then a voice whispering into my ear telling me that the Priests had lit candles and incense and were praying for me. That freaked me out.

Then there was the time I was driving along a country road at 12.30am and suddenly felt very cold and then had the sensation that there was someone sitting behind me in the backseat. I could feel them shift their weight when I went round a corner (there's a big difference in how a car handles when there's someone in the backseat). I even heard them sigh a couple of times. Finally after 20km, I reached a small town and just felt them leave.

As to whether they're ghosts or not, I don't know. Personally I don't believe in them (I'm an athiest, so ghosts are pretty contradictory to my beliefs) but my experiences have been pretty strange.
I know that apparently you can enter REM sleep still conscious and have vivid dreams - especially ones where you feel the presence of others in the room, whispering in your ears and having your hands or feet touched. But it doesn't explain everything I've felt/heard.
Actually I used to be able to bring on REM sleep quite easily, but was so freaked out about the paralysis, as well as a few other things (like the floating out-of-body experiences I sometimes did) I've kinda made myself forget how to. Sometimes I miss it. Better/more interesting than any drug I've ever taken.

You need to have another option:
"Yes, but they don't exist"

Wow demented .. tha's scary just reading that ! :D

Weird ..

Wow demented .. tha's scary just reading that ! :D
Weird ..
That's not all of them, either! Though they're the most interesting.
Actually my Dad claims he can see ghosts. And his Mum could do the same apparently, so I guess it might be a genetic disorder.
Or just shows a family history of pyschosis. ;)

Hmmm... In latine "ghost" is "spiritus" - I've seen "ghosts" only in this form. :D
Hic hic... And seriously - "ghosts" can be a manifestations of some parts of other dimensions or "pararel universes". Physical theory of "superstrings"-an alternate theory which explains how do the universe "works" can be true when at least nearly 9 dimensions exists. 4 of them are normal space and time. 5 of them are "hidden dimensions". Etc etc. :eek:

I used to live in a house that had 'ghosts'. It was a two-storey house, and I lived alone in the bottom half. No-one lived upstairs (it was a holiday home, so was empty most of the year).
I used to hear footsteps up the stairs at nights and sometimes around the floors. Only it'd be a few steps, then nothing. When ppl were there, I'd hear them walk throughout the house (no insulation between the floors).

One night I was woken by a loud crash (best I can describe is like a tray of silverware being dropped), followed by the worst scream I've ever heard. A truly blood-curdling scream of someone being murdered. Then a door slammed and hurried footsteps up the stairs. Then nothing.
This was at 3.04am (I remember vividly the time for some reason). I lay there listening for several minutes and heard nothing. I had almost convinced myself that it was just a night-terror I'd had that had woken me, when I heard it all again, exactly the same. Now it was 3.11am and I knew damn well I was wide awake.
So I went upstairs to check it out (armed with a torch and my 1856 English Army Bayonet). Nothing up there. Nothing missing or changed.
Pretty weird. Never heard it again, but other weird shit happened to me at various times while I stayed there.

Like one day I was having a nap in the afternoon and I realised I was awake but couldn't move. I could hear ppl walking around outside, talking. And there was a man at the end of the hall. Then I was aware of another man standing at the foot of my bed watching me. He was dressed in ancient Celtic clothing (I'm of Irish descent incidently). He turned round to face the other man and warned him away, saying that he was looking after me and guarding me.

Others staying with me heard the footsteps, but none of the other stuff.

In another house I stayed a similar thing happened - I was lying down having a nap and then felt someone in the room with me who grabbed my hand. When I opened my eyes, there was no-one. A couple of weeks later, same thing, but this time I couldn't move and I could hear a loud buzzing noise, then a voice whispering into my ear telling me that the Priests had lit candles and incense and were praying for me. That freaked me out.

Then there was the time I was driving along a country road at 12.30am and suddenly felt very cold and then had the sensation that there was someone sitting behind me in the backseat. I could feel them shift their weight when I went round a corner (there's a big difference in how a car handles when there's someone in the backseat). I even heard them sigh a couple of times. Finally after 20km, I reached a small town and just felt them leave.

As to whether they're ghosts or not, I don't know. Personally I don't believe in them (I'm an athiest, so ghosts are pretty contradictory to my beliefs) but my experiences have been pretty strange.
I know that apparently you can enter REM sleep still conscious and have vivid dreams - especially ones where you feel the presence of others in the room, whispering in your ears and having your hands or feet touched. But it doesn't explain everything I've felt/heard.
Actually I used to be able to bring on REM sleep quite easily, but was so freaked out about the paralysis, as well as a few other things (like the floating out-of-body experiences I sometimes did) I've kinda made myself forget how to. Sometimes I miss it. Better/more interesting than any drug I've ever taken.
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Excuse me. Have you seen a freak run by here?
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Yes. 2 houses.

One of them, was a rented house in Borneo. When we stayed there, as a little kid, I use to see things flying around the house and shadows. Can't remember now, I was too young ago.

But every 7pm I would get a super high fever,which my mom would take me to the doctor and i'll miraculously be fine after that. My sister would sleepwalk and scream in her bed everynight, and my older brother see's alot of other shits too. My mom always had an uneasy feeling about the house that it's very dark. My Dad was the only one impervious/oblivious to everything. :p We stayed there for 2 weeks then shifted out after the ground floor furniture started moving around by itself.

The second house, was where me and a couple of buddies were Hiking, we sort of stayed at this abandon house cause it started to rain in the evening, which lasted throughout the whole night. So we slept together at the bottom floor. Next morning we woke up at different places. I was in the bathroom, one of my friend woke up in the basement (which was freaking scary). We just packed up our shit and ran. Me and all my friends don't have any sleep-walking problems before.

That's not all of them, either! Though they're the most interesting.
Actually my Dad claims he can see ghosts. And his Mum could do the same apparently, so I guess it might be a genetic disorder.
Or just shows a family history of pyschosis. ;)

I have the paralysis a lot also. I hear and see stuff, like friends and family members, and is usually when I take naps during the day. But I always equate it with a trick of my mind instead of ghosts. I have to agree, I seriously freak out when I can't move. My girlfriend caught me with my eyes open while it was happening, and thought I was dying.

Yes. 2 houses.

One of them, was a rented house in Borneo. When we stayed there, as a little kid, I use to see things flying around the house and shadows. Can't remember now, I was too young ago.

But every 7pm I would get a super high fever,which my mom would take me to the doctor and i'll miraculously be fine after that. My sister would sleepwalk and scream in her bed everynight, and my older brother see's alot of other shits too. My mom always had an uneasy feeling about the house that it's very dark. My Dad was the only one impervious/oblivious to everything. :p We stayed there for 2 weeks then shifted out after the ground floor furniture started moving around by itself.

The second house, was where me and a couple of buddies were Hiking, we sort of stayed at this abandon house cause it started to rain in the evening, which lasted throughout the whole night. So we slept together at the bottom floor. Next morning we woke up at different places. I was in the bathroom, one of my friend woke up in the basement (which was freaking scary). We just packed up our shit and ran. Me and all my friends don't have any sleep-walking problems before.

Damn thats pretty freaky too ..especially the last one ..

My ghost vision, wasn't like poltergeist, it was just freaky it being there .. the picture of it is imprinted in my mind. I wish i could draw (but i suck at drawing), so i can never get it the way i want ..

Actually my Dad claims he can see ghosts. And his Mum could do the same apparently, so I guess it might be a genetic disorder.
Or just shows a family history of pyschosis. ;)
Same here. Or not just some random ghosts, only dead relatives and like. But I think it's not weird (I don't believe in ghosts). I'm pretty sure my dad will haunt me every now and then after his death (which, I hope, won't happen anytime soon). It's the idea in your head, nothing real.

I can feel when something bad happens to someone really close to me. I know how it sounds like, but I know what I feel. Like I was walking back home when it hit me: my grandpa had died. It was very clear to me. And when I opened the front door after some 15 minutes I heard my mom crying in the living room. I didn't feel anything when this granpa of mine died, but I knew it right after they had called from the hospital to tell my mom about it.

Same thing with my other garndpa too.

As a noted skeptic, I thought I might bring up my glorious previous post about why people believe in such things

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=378448

Well once i was waitingn for some friends in the grounds of a big old hotel and this person came running towards me, i thought that it was one of my friends so i waved to them but this person kept running past me as if they didn't notice me, but there were two very strage things about it the first being that they didnt look as if they were actually runing just moving very fast.. its hard to explain but they werent gliding either.. their legs and body wernt moving as much as they should of done if it was running, but the second thing is that all the grounds had gravel spred over them and even walking on it made a really loud crunching noise, but this peso was really close to me and making no noise on the gravel atall, and a person running on gravel should of made loads of noise, it wasn't scary or anything i was just thinking huh, thats wierd

Doesn't really prove anything. Or I'm not reading it right. :p

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But I believe in the supernatural, even when I'm not believing or putting much thought about it. It just sometimes happen on instinct, and it's how you react to it. Some ignore it, and it happens, some follow it, and nothing happens.

Like I knew when my grandmother and grandfather was going to die. There's just an awry feeling about it. My parents felt it too, and was there at the hospital when my grandfather went off.

For My Grandmother, my parents went to her house, and I knew somehow that it was going to be long night,because I just couldn't slept normally thinking this was just another "bad night, but she'll be better tomorrow" feeling.

PLus some of my uncles and aunties living overseas said that night they felt it too, and some of them called back the next morning to ask about the condition of my grandparents.

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Well, we're going off topic anyway. More Ghost Stories! :D

Im undecided about ghosts. i know people who say they have seen them. But how can they possibly exist, i believe in science and science just cant explain ghosts. i really am undecided.

If your confused now go look up explanations of the birth of the universe, Guesses is the best that science can do.
There is another thread running Question What is truth? What is knowing?
That should settle it for you, belive or not, don't rely on science or others.

My father in law, a rough, tough builder told my wife he saw an old neighbour in the supermarket, the other day. she told him he had died the previous year. He refuses to belive even though he has had two similar things happen before.

Either you belive or you won't, whatever the proof.

Oh yeah, just thought of another ghost experience or weird, rather than ghost. Not too sure if it was a ghost. More of a Deja Vu.

I was driving on the state highway, going to a resort, few hours drive, with my friends. 2 cars. Me and my friend behind.

But we were driving on the highway and it was at night. And if you know Malaysian highways (which are crappy windey trunk roads, unless it's the North-South highway), there are many stretches where there is no streetlamps, and all around you is total darkness and the jungle. :p

So I was driving, and then we suddenly saw a hitch-hiker at the side of the road, this old man, trying to get a ride. My car was full, and NO WAY am I going to pick up a hitch-hiker at night. Watched too many horror movies. So we kept on driving.

After a while I saw another hitch-hiker on the road. And drove past by. After like 4 or 5 hitch-hikers we drove past by.. this was getting very very creepy. Because it was the same bloody hitch-hiker! It stopped after a couple of hitch-hikers more.

Me and my friend who was driving the other car tried to rationalise it that maybe a bus broke down in front or something. But we didn't see any bus, any kampung (village) houses but pure darkness, jungle and the same hitch-hiker going back and forth waving for our car.

I wasn't asleep, because it's windey, curvey, and it's not straight. Plus my friend driving the other car saw it too.

Now I tend to travel at daylight as much as possible. Eeech. Thinking about it, made my hair stand for a while. :p

I find it rather amazing that so many actually do not believe their own eyes. I wonder why? Considering the current status of the poll. What good reason is there to think one hallucinates only in this way? Why no pink elephants and such? Why the similarity?

Same here. Or not just some random ghosts, only dead relatives and like. But I think it's not weird (I don't believe in ghosts). I'm pretty sure my dad will haunt me every now and then after his death (which, I hope, won't happen anytime soon). It's the idea in your head, nothing real.

I can feel when something bad happens to someone really close to me. I know how it sounds like, but I know what I feel. Like I was walking back home when it hit me: my grandpa had died. It was very clear to me. And when I opened the front door after some 15 minutes I heard my mom crying in the living room. I didn't feel anything when this granpa of mine died, but I knew it right after they had called from the hospital to tell my mom about it.

Same thing with my other garndpa too.
Yeah, that's what my Dad and Grandma were like. My Nanna, when she was young, woke to find her older brother sitting at the end of her bed. He told her he loved her and that he was going away for a while. Next morning they got a call telling them he had died the previous night in an accident miles away.
At my Granddad's funeral, Dad said he could see him there watching the proceedings.

Actually I'm just reminded of one of the creepiest stories I've ever been told, by my Chinese students. One said when he got home one day and found he'd forgotten his key, so rang his doorbell for his Mum to open the door. WHile he was waiting he turned round and saw a man standing outside the window staring straight at him. He looked like he absolutely hated his guts.
Only problem - the man was a greenish hue, and my student lives on the 20th floor (I live in Hong Kong BTW).
He just kept staring right at the student, who was furiously punching the doorbell. When his Mum answered, he ran inside. He finally asked his Mum to look outside but she didn't see anything.
That'd be pretty bloody freaky, if you ask me.

And in the Shell, obviously.
ROFLMAO (I wonder who else gets this)

I've never seen a ghost but I do believe that they exist.

I've never seen a ghost but I do believe that they exist.
Hey, you're back!

Hey, you're back!

Yeah, I am!

I've seen/felt a few.

At the precise moment my father died unexpectedly of lung failure, I was alone in the basement of a banking tower, working an overnight security shift, and completely cut off from the outside world. Without warning, I was seized with feelings of loss and grief, and thoughts of my father. I remember checking my wristwatch, as I was on a timed patrol of the building. When I found out his exact time of death the next day, it was a precise match for my emotional episode. That was ghost #1.

My mother passed on a number of years later, of a debilitating brain tumour. I was woken by a phone call from my brother who was with her at the time she died. Due to my past experience, I was somewhat surprised that I hadn't felt something...anything...to indicate her passing. We'd had a closer bond, you see.

I lay awake for some time, sleep not coming easily to me. Her last few months had seen her short-term memory shrink to such an extent that she would endlessly describe whatever recognizable object happened to be in her prescence. The last time I saw her, she kept talking about a painting that she'd bought in China, that she had hung in a frame on her wall. It was an abstract cityscape of sorts, with a one tiny window painted in cerulean blue. She'd talk at length about that window, about how sometimes it looked as though there was a figure standing in that window.

When sleep once again began to take me, I realized that I was seeing the darkness behind my eyelids change colour. It moved from a deep rust red to...cerulean blue. I could make out that my entire field of vision was cerulean blue, with radial gradations from blue to black moving on the inside of my eyelids, following the movements of my pupils perfectly. I though to myself, 'Mother?' and the blue environment 'quivered' - flashed momentarily, then abruptly receded to a single vanishing point, and slid into my peripheral vision. It came upon me that this was her, that she'd wanted to reach out one last time, but the circumstances of her death prevented a more meaningful farewell. She was still caught in the endless repeating moment, still trying to tell me about that cerulean blue window. That was ghost # 2.

Ghost # 3 may not have been a ghost, but certainly some form of spirit. Many years ago, a friend and I were walking at night through the edges of a pine forest. We came around a corner, and I looked to my left to see the figure of a woman, with long, long hair, dressed in a white gown, floating near the treetops of the pine trees. The way she was floating looked as though she was immersed in a liquid medium - hair and clothing caught in unseen currents of air, moving in slow-motion.

She looked somehow indistinct, like a painted animation cel, where all the white bits are transparent. Something clicked inside me, something that told me very strongly that I was seeing something I wasn't meant to. Rather than fight it, I instantly turned ninety degrees to the right and walked quickly away, not mentioning anything to my companion. After a few yards, my friend grabbed my arm and asked me if I'd 'seen it'. Seen what? I asked, still keeping a brisk pace. He made me stop and I had him tell me what he thought HE'D seen. We'd both seen the same thing, as it turned out. After some discussion, we went back to the place we'd seen the woman, but she was no longer there. At that moment, the both of us chuckling at our foolishness, we both saw the same floating figure, again up near the top of the trees, this time deep inside the pine forest, maybe ten yards off, and she was looking directly at us. We left. Very quickly indeed.

I've known a number of pagans since then (this was an old Unitarian friend of mine) who have been to that same pine forest, and many of them claim there is some form of portal inside that stand of woods. I don't know about that, but I know what we saw that night.

I don't believe in ghosts, but I saw some weird paranormal activity before. It's called the Paulding light, and it is supposed to appear every night on this abandoned road. We saw it, and it was moving, and changing from bright white to red. At one point it came within 50 feet of us. Freaky, really. I guess it has been going on since the 60's.
A similar phenomenon takes place in New Jersey. We call it the "hookerman light". It has nothing to do with prostitution.

I grew up in a house that was "haunted".
Footsteps, muted voices, a car that drives up the driveway (with lights) but nothing there..
But, I was never freaked out. It was rather comforting like another family lived with us and I was never alone. I'd just smile and say hi when I heard things going bump.
Kinda miss that now..

bump...pardon...gravedigging :D ...appropriate in a way...just curious to see if there are additions....it is a good read at least...just let it slide through...no offense :)

Yes. In and around my house, we have many times seen a mysterious blue ball of light. One night I was lying in my bed in my room, with the door open. This was about a year ago. It was around 10:08 p.m. I was looking at a poster which had a frame on it & a blue ball slowly came across the poster. At this point I was freaking out, and I closed my door. Ever since then I have kept my door closed. Another night, I was lying in bed when I heard the bathroom door across from my room closed. The light was on, and whoever was in there was in there for quite a while. My dad's door was still closed, and my sister's room is next to mine. I do not recall hearing her door open as it is pretty loud when she does open it. After a while, the door opened and the person turned the light off, then turned it on, then turned it off again. I looked to see who came out, but saw no one. My mom was on the other side of the house in her room and she has a bathroom right next to her room so I know it wasn't her.

Before I saw the ball, my sister claimed to see the blue ball but we did not believe. It was also a little after 10 when she saw it. We all figured it was my daddy's blue watch, but my daddy is a rather large fellow and it would be hard to miss his body. That would also have to be a pretty powerful watch.

My family has also claimed to see the same light across the street many times. Living downstreet from a grave, I do not doubt it is a ghost. My grandparents live next door to me. My papa had recently passed away at the time, so perhaps it was him watching over us.


Also, at my other grandparents house, where I am now, I many times hear someone coming up the stairs and other various noises. But that is a friendly ghost, probably my grandma's dad who passed away a few years ago.

Nothing too frightening, except I almost had a heart attack when I saw the blue ball.