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I have a ghost, I got this haunted doll off of Ebay about a year ago. I was skeptical at first, but when I took pictures of the doll, random lights showed up in the photographs. not normal sunlight type light, but really bright oranges and reds that filled up the whole photo. The ghost is only supposed to be about 2 years old, so he is friendly, although he hasn't been all that active other than the lights.
It is nice to know that the ghost is around though :)

your story sounds scary! I wouldn't have gotten much sleep in that house either

This happened around 2 years ago. It was around 6 am and I had got up to do my paper round. I was in the hallway just checking my bike before I set out to the shop when I got this feeling I was being watched. At first I thought nothing of it so carried on but a sense of uneasiness started growing so I turned around.

When I looked round I saw a boy staring at me. The boy was dressed in what I would describe as Victorian style. I just stared in silence and it looked like it was looking at me. It suddenly got really cold and this thing started running towards me screaming, I mean really screaming in anger. As it made contact with me it disappeared and a wave of cold air just hit me with the echoes of the scream stil in my ear. I went to do my paper round pretty shaken up.

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I only got my "Chanting on Tape" story...

my cousin has his resturant haunted... no, that's incorrect... visited by many ghosts while some reconstruction was going on at a nearby cemetary/playhouse. when the construction finished, the ghostly visitors stopped coming.

nothing spooky... just people appearing in the booths after closing, sitting quietly and looking around.

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It's not exactly a ghost story, but...

When I was about 8 years old, my parents moved me into a bedroom in the attic. I would come to love and adore this bedroom, but when I first moved into it I was angry and a little scared because I was all alone upstairs in this creepy new room.

I'd been in the room for about a month, when one night there was a thunderstorm. (Good spooky setting, no?)

Normally I'm not too scared of storms, but it was the first one I'd seen in my new room. The trees outside had branches that scratched my window, and the sound of the rain was much louder because I was right under the roof. The wind sounded very very loud as well.

All of a sudden, there was this weird creaking noise. It kept getting louder. It was coming from a corner of my room.

Then, as suddenly as it started, it stopped.

Brave little 8 year old that I was, I immediately yelped and turned on my light. I cautiously stepped over to where the sound had come from.

There was a crack in the wall of my room, and blood was coming out of it.

Yeah. I yelped again. And I ran for Mom and Dad.

It turns out it wasn't blood at all. It was actually some kind of sap or stain or something in the wood paneling of my room. The storm and wind had probably caused the paneling to shift enough for one of the piece to split, and this dark reddish liquid came oozing out of the wall.

It only oozed a little bit, and then it dried into this really cool blood-drip pattern. I begged my parents to leave it there so I could scare my friends with the evil bleeding walls.

It was dark, and I saw a guy standing there.


But it was really a vaccuum cleaner. Oops?

There was a crack in the wall of my room, and blood was coming out of it.

Yeah. I yelped again. And I ran for Mom and Dad.

It turns out it wasn't blood at all. It was actually some kind of sap or stain or something in the wood paneling of my room. The storm and wind had probably caused the paneling to shift enough for one of the piece to split, and this dark reddish liquid came oozing out of the wall.

It only oozed a little bit, and then it dried into this really cool blood-drip pattern. I begged my parents to leave it there so I could scare my friends with the evil bleeding walls.
I'm not expert on trees but I don't really recall any sap running that could be confused for blood...

EDIT: Now I want to go to IHOP and get some pancakes, pour Maple syrup all over them, then go "Mmmm, tree blood" after taking a bite.

It was dark, and I saw a guy standing there.


But it was really a vaccuum cleaner. Oops?

dude, I bet that sucked. :p

dude, I bet that sucked. :p

:P

but then I was like "We don't have a Hoover" and the vacuum disappeared.

I saw a man playing a slot machine in a closed shop with the lights off at around 3 am, the only reason i could see inside was because of the street lamps outside. It was kind of strange.

I saw a man playing a slot machine in a closed shop with the lights off at around 3 am, the only reason i could see inside was because of the street lamps outside. It was kind of strange.

Maybe he was the insomniac owner playing around

I saw a man playing a slot machine in a closed shop with the lights off at around 3 am, the only reason i could see inside was because of the street lamps outside. It was kind of strange.

Wait, wouldn't the lights outside make it harder to see inside?

Ghost stories are either hallucinations, the result of other types of delusions or lies.

The sound guy on Ghosthunters got his ass kicked barely on camera. Something lifted his bag straight up then shoved him off his feet.

Maybe he was the insomniac owner playing around

Maybe, but it was still pretty strange.

Wait, wouldn't the lights outside make it harder to see inside?

Not in this case, it wasn't a bright light. It was one of those dim orange lights you get in England.

The sound guy on Ghosthunters got his ass kicked barely on camera. Something lifted his bag straight up then shoved him off his feet.

Sorry that was my fault. I couldn't resist doing that to him ;)

How long will it be before someone says the title is an oxymoron?

How long will it be before someone says the title is an oxymoron?
Does THIS (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12904469&postcount=14) count?

I talked to a spirit once, I think it was 3 a.m., a blinding light, as bright as sunlight appeared, infinitesimally small at first but it expanded. As it did this the walls roof, stuff started curving inwards 3 metres in front of me. Then a figure the size of the curving space around it emerged and it vanished. The apparition said that it was very ancient and not human and introduced itself not by name for it did not have one but by a thought impression, a signature feeling by which it referred to itself. It seemed friendly enough, so I asked it (which people dont tend to do when talking to ghosts) about what the meaning of life is, and it said yeah there is but it wasnt telling because mortals arent meant to know or they would go insane, something to do with infinity which you can only appreciate as a spirit loop being, it said people cast of the shell of there mortal existence and continue to exist as an imprint on the 2nd substratum of existence, the first being the physical realm. It also said that there are beings like it native to the second substratum like angels and evil spirits. Then I asked, why are you talking to me and it said because it was bored.

Ghost stories are either hallucinations, the result of other types of delusions or lies.

of course they are.

I don't believe in ghosts, so much as......weird things happen to me and I can't explain it away.

How long will it be before someone says the title is an oxymoron?

:p I don't really believe in ghosts, so meh. I just meant actual weird ghosty things you have experienced as opposed to "there is this bridge in my town and people say...... blah blah blah......but I haven't been there"

of course they are.

I don't believe in ghosts, so much as......weird things happen to me and I can't explain it away.

I have a friend who has minor hallucinations relatively frequently, though they don't interfere with here day to day activities so she doesn't do anything about them.
I'm willing to bet there are others out there with similar symptoms, but who aren't as rational as she, and thus conclude that they've experienced an encounter with ghosts, aliens, Bigfoot etc.

Meh I don't beleive in ghosts. As I told a cousin of mine, if I were all alone in a giant run down mansion/factory building in the middle of the night with sorts of noises and stuff....maybe..

but no. I'm still waiting for a ghost encounter, I have an open mind :p


Though there was this one time I was 4 and I saw one of the characters from that Beatles kids show (was a Power Rangers knock-off) run accross my room... like 3 feet infront of me and just disappear. Scared the hell out of me.

But yeah.. no.

that Beatles kids show (was a Power Rangers knock-off).
It was called Beatle Borgs. It had Ghosts, a ghost.
Jesus Christ I was easy to entertain.

And it had the cool old-school action pop ups:
"BAM!"
"BOOM!"
"KERPOW!"

I have a friend who has minor hallucinations relatively frequently, though they don't interfere with here day to day activities so she doesn't do anything about them.
I'm willing to bet there are others out there with similar symptoms, but who aren't as rational as she, and thus conclude that they've experienced an encounter with ghosts, aliens, Bigfoot etc.

I have had hallucinations a lot, what gets me is when you get a few people who see the same thing, and it's not in the "oh, me too" type of conversation.

Of course there's the time at my Middle School's media Center where I saw one door open and slam shut, footsteps running from that door to another, and then the other door opening up and slamming shut. Ever since then I've been interested in the Paranormal. Apparently, the school isn't a stranger to Paranormal Activity.

Concord - Concord Middle School - The middle school is a new building that has only been around since 2000-2001. The location was moved from an older building built in the early 1920's now used as a center for students who are disruptive or for other reasons cannot participate in a normal classroom environment to another building located on Gold Rush Dr. off of Neisler Rd. Teachers and other staff at the school have reported hearing footsteps in the halls at night when no one else is in the building. There are also reports of the sound of doors slamming shut when there is no possible explanation for this, although no doors have ever been seen shutting on their own. Also reports of strange sounds in auditorium. One faculty member working in the office late one night heard sounds coming from the hallway. She high-tailed it on out of there. No theories about the cause of the occurrences. Interestingly, though, everything started after a Catholic priest was brought in to perform an exorcism in the media center in 2001.

Source (http://www.theshadowlands.net/places/northcarolina.htm)

I have had hallucinations a lot, what gets me is when you get a few people who see the same thing, and it's not in the "oh, me too" type of conversation.

You realize that most of the "oh me too" stuff is bullshit to being with, right?

You realize that most of the "oh me too" stuff is bullshit to being with, right?

Ok, so why would her family member bullshit her?

You realize that most of the "oh me too" stuff is bullshit to being with, right?

I specifically said it was not an "oh, me too" conversation. If I see something and don't tell anyone, and then they come up to me a while later and say they saw something and it's the exact same thing I saw......it's not either of us bullshitting the other.

Okay

I grew up about 25 miles from one of the more famous haunted houses in Wisconsin.

The place's name is Summerwind. It's located in way northern-central Wisconsin, about five minutes from the UP Michigan border.

I don't know the history, only that it's been burned down to the point that now only the chimney and foundation stand.

We went there on a Biology class trip (high school) in the early 1990s. Our teacher took pictures of the place -- both inside and outside of the edifice.

I was there, I saw that the lens cap was off of the camera (this was a point of contention, we thought the teacher was going to try to dupe us), he wasn't covering anything up, etc.

The pics taken from outside of the edifice developed.

The pics taken from inside of the edifice (bear in mind there are no walls -- open-air, well-lit, no need for a flash during daylight hours) did not develop -- nothing but black.

These were taken with a Polaroid.

When I first moved into this house with my fiance, her mom and younger siblings were still living here. There was a lot of negative energy, and plenty of ghost stories. They'd been living here for 12 years, after all. Well, apparently the previous owner died here. The house is in an old neighboorhood outside of Dayton, OH, which is a horribly scary neighboorhood on it's own--a lot of people have died out here.

Anyway, frequently, I'd go to the bathroom at night (I was still wide awake, not half asleep), and sometimes there'd be this... thing, watching from the bottom of the stairs. As soon as anybody stepped out to go into the bathroom (only about three steps away), it would start flying up the steps toward us, making this really airy high-pitched sound.

Everybody saw it.

There also used to be a little girl who lived in the living room and basement. She liked to turn the stereo on and off and giggle. Guess she thought it was funny.

Well, we moved out and came back to live here after everybody else moved out. The little girl's still around, but the violent spirit seems to have moved on. To the new house.

The second cool thing I've seen is the Paulding Light, located near Watersmeet, Michigan.

You go to this abandoned railroad track that has been covered with gravel.

You stare at the horizon.

Invariably, a light comes out on the horizon. It is yellow, white, or red most commonly. It appears to change distance -- comes in close, then fades back and finally fades away. In again, out again.

It is cool. If you ever want to see your friends entranced, take them to see the Light.

Unsolved Mysteries did a piece on the Light and could come up with nothing to explain it.

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the legend goes something like this:

A railroad worker's daughter or son got lost. The worker took his lamp and went looking for his son/daughter -- he searches for the child to this day.

or

The railroad worker was killed by a train and comes out every night to warn travelers.


Check it out. The camera must have been doing something -- I have never seen the Light so widely magnified. It's usually tyhe pin-prick type like you see through some of the video.

http://www.pauldinglight.com/clip.html

I saw a man playing a slot machine in a closed shop with the lights off at around 3 am, the only reason i could see inside was because of the street lamps outside. It was kind of strange.

The street lamps outside let you see inside glass? Normal glass that reflects light from the side it is coming from?

The street lamps outside let you see inside glass? Normal glass that reflects light from the side it is coming from?

That's what I was thinkin', see.

Had a possible run in not 2 months ago. I had a brother killed in an auto accident a couple months back. We were very close and he use to come over all the time. We use to sit down in our game room and play Halo2 online a couple times a week. Just kick back and have some fun. Well he passed and I had a house full of relatives over including his two daughters. It was stressful so at about 2am I was down trying to unwind and play some Halo2 online. While I was playing a lighter came from behind me on a table and dropped to my feet. The lighter was on a coffee table that was about 3ft away from me. I stopped playing the game and tried to figure out how it did that. Couldn't figure it out so I went upstairs to go to sleep.

In the morning I came down and noticed that a curtain was propped over the tv that was not there when I left. There was no window open that could have moved it. I have no idea how that happened either. Also not a couple days later a computer and a tv were turned on in the same area by themselves. I suppose that could be dismissed however the lighter bit I don't know. Coincidentaly all that happened the day that we got part of his ashes in the house. So that's my ghost story if it was even a ghost. Nothing has happened since those few days after he passed.

We had a history teacher at school that used to do 'ghost-busting' in his free time. Basically going to sites of reported hauntings taking loads of data and finding physical reasons behind hauntings. He did a couple he couldn't explain.
One of them was a Roman soldier repeatedly walking through a little girls bedroom at night. After some reasearch it was found that her house lay on the original route of a major Roman road, that had since been moved due to housing, etc. The little girls reported sightings were initially dismissed as a vivid imagination, except after being extensively interviewed her description was found to be extremely accurate of how Roman soldiers would travel. Not dressed in gleaming brass breastplates and red togas as most school children would describe them, but dressed in very rough clothing. The little girl also produced a Roman coin, saying that the soldier had dropped it. The coin has been authenticated and is currently held in the British Museum.
My history teacher went along to investigate with a couple of others.
They weren't allowed to use the original coin as the British Museum refused to let them have it, so they found a coin of similar face value but cost a lot less for them to insure against any loss. Beforehand they had done a considerable amount of investigation and narrowed down who the soldier could be to a couple of hundred or so. No recorded battles had taken place around the time of the date on the coin, but the valueof the coin was approxiamately 1 months wage for a Roman soldier, as they were great gamblers. It was thought that maybe the coin would have been used to pay off a gambling debt, but as it became lost the soldier was killed for being unable to pay that debt. Now the ghost kept coming back to look for his coin.
The group of researchers went to the house, set up all the recording equipment, placed the coin on the floor and waited a very long time. Eventually the Roman appeared and bent down for the coin. The researchers started calling out various commanders names who they knew where serving in the army roughly around the same time. The Roman apparently recognised 2 of the names, then became agitated and vanished (without the coin, in case you wondered).
My history teacher thinks they now have it narrowed down to 1 of a hundred possible soldiers. Also one of the other researchers was our geography teacher, he said he went along out of curiosity and to help with the equipment. He said that the whole thing scared him witless and didn't think he would ever do anything like that again.
The result of all this was that the recordings and basic evidence taken during the whole event was inconclusive. It fascinated all of us though and probably still does to this day.

We had a history teacher at school that used to do 'ghost-busting' in his free time. Basically going to sites of reported hauntings taking loads of data and finding physical reasons behind hauntings. He did a couple he couldn't explain.
One of them was a Roman soldier repeatedly walking through a little girls bedroom at night. After some reasearch it was found that her house lay on the original route of a major Roman road, that had since been moved due to housing, etc. The little girls reported sightings were initially dismissed as a vivid imagination, except after being extensively interviewed her description was found to be extremely accurate of how Roman soldiers would travel. Not dressed in gleaming brass breastplates and red togas as most school children would describe them, but dressed in very rough clothing. The little girl also produced a Roman coin, saying that the soldier had dropped it. The coin has been authenticated and is currently held in the British Museum.
My history teacher went along to investigate with a couple of others.
They weren't allowed to use the original coin as the British Museum refused to let them have it, so they found a coin of similar face value but cost a lot less for them to insure against any loss. Beforehand they had done a considerable amount of investigation and narrowed down who the soldier could be to a couple of hundred or so. No recorded battles had taken place around the time of the date on the coin, but the valueof the coin was approxiamately 1 months wage for a Roman soldier, as they were great gamblers. It was thought that maybe the coin would have been used to pay off a gambling debt, but as it became lost the soldier was killed for being unable to pay that debt. Now the ghost kept coming back to look for his coin.
The group of researchers went to the house, set up all the recording equipment, placed the coin on the floor and waited a very long time. Eventually the Roman appeared and bent down for the coin. The researchers started calling out various commanders names who they knew where serving in the army roughly around the same time. The Roman apparently recognised 2 of the names, then became agitated and vanished (without the coin, in case you wondered).
My history teacher thinks they now have it narrowed down to 1 of a hundred possible soldiers. Also one of the other researchers was our geography teacher, he said he went along out of curiosity and to help with the equipment. He said that the whole thing scared him witless and didn't think he would ever do anything like that again.
The result of all this was that the recordings and basic evidence taken during the whole event was inconclusive. It fascinated all of us though and probably still does to this day.

Let me just say that if that was true that is fucking awesome. Now you just have to start shouting orders at said soldier or demand payment for a past game :p

We've got a sad little spirit in our apt. Inside the living room closet someone wrote:

"Kissing your ass is like kissing your face. Kissing your face is a damn disgrace. Love, Mom."

In bright red marker. It's been there since we lived in that apt before Sarah was born (she was born in 1980), and has so far refused all our efforts to get rid of it. We're pretty sure this poor kid is an imprint of the one who was locked up in there, rather than a full-on ghost. S/he seems okay, just sad. Strangely, the oppressive sadness we sometimes felt near the closet seems to have pretty much lifted since we got the cat. And she seems to like hanging out in that corner. Hmmm...

When I first moved into this house with my fiance, her mom and younger siblings were still living here. There was a lot of negative energy, and plenty of ghost stories. They'd been living here for 12 years, after all. Well, apparently the previous owner died here. The house is in an old neighboorhood outside of Dayton, OH, which is a horribly scary neighboorhood on it's own--a lot of people have died out here.

Anyway, frequently, I'd go to the bathroom at night (I was still wide awake, not half asleep), and sometimes there'd be this... thing, watching from the bottom of the stairs. As soon as anybody stepped out to go into the bathroom (only about three steps away), it would start flying up the steps toward us, making this really airy high-pitched sound.

A friend of ours had something similar, she always got a bad feeling from the area under the stairs in her basement. Once, her five year old son was down there, getting a toy, and he said he saw red eyes under the stairs. He didn't seem all that upset, and when she asked what he did, he shrugged and said "I put them in the washer."

That house was freaky as all hell. If I hadn't already believed in spirits thanks to my own personal experience, that place would have convinced me.

I remembered this story my uncle told me. He swears it's true, so take it with a grain of salt.

When he was young His cousin got sick... I mean Really sick. To the point where a Shinto Priest was called in to make arraingements for the funeral.
He took one look at the boy and told his mother to gather one set of his clothing and to come with him.
They walked down to a nearby cemetary, she holding his clothes in her arms as if carrying a body instead of clothes. Just inside the cemetary, the priest stopped and called out.
"[name] it's time to come home, your mother is worried and looking for you."
and the clothes in the mother's arms got heavy. as if now she was holding a small child and not a set of clothes. My uncle, who was with them, said he felt the clothes and they were heavy, as if someone/something was inside them.
They all walked back to the house and the priest instructed his mother to dress her son in those clothes. Then they went to have a cup of tea.
after a moment, the priest went back up to check on his cousin then walked out with the appearance that he was holding a child's hand. My uncle followed them and they went back to the cemetary where the Priest knelt and said "He cannot play with you anymore. Please go back and do not trouble them again."

Couple of days later, his cousin was back to his normal health and he didn't remember anything from the time he got sick. only that he was playing with his friend untill he was called to go home.

The reason why I say that this may be true, is that his cousin's younger sister also remembers his mother walking with the priest holding her brother's clothes then coming back and her brother getting better soon after.

I've only had one. I had woken up in the morning about four or five months ago, I was laying in bed with my eyes closed, when I heard a voice telling me to get up.

I bolted up in bed, and looked around. No one was in the room, both my brothers had gone to their school, my mom was asleep, and it was female and yonger sounding than my mom's voice.

When I was in kindergarten (and before my brother was born and during his first year) my family and I lived in a small town in California called Selma and we were renting a Victorian era mansion from the local church who swore the home wasn't haunted. My parents were confused by this as they neither asked about a haunting nor believed in ghosts.

When we got all settled in the home and doing some yard work a car stoped infront of the yard and ask if we were living in the haunted house. Again a bit odd. Doing a bit of asking around we were told that the house is bit of a town legend.

My friend next door would never enter the house to play. So we would play outside and whatnot.

Nothing weird started happening until a couple days after we moved in and I started talking to this girl named Vickie. Now, being two years old is a bit young to have an imaginary friend. My mother asked me who Vickie was and I told her that she was a girl who "lived in the closet".

My parents dismissed it as imagination until a year after my brother was born. My parents were haveing financial trouble and my dad has only yelled and have gotten angry easily but never enough to hurt any of us.

My brother and I, being bored, decidely to take out the loose brick in the fireplace. My dad saw us and started to yell and scream at us and then I remember him falling down as if being pushed backwards. He stoped yelling and left quit shaken.

Again, while playing with my mom in the living room, my brother ran down the stairs from the room that we shared crying and telling mom to "make her share the toys".

Mom asked my brother if Sara was up there in the room. Sara was our neighbor and a bane. Stolen toys and what-not from us among others things. My brother said that it was Vickie who wouldn't share.

Another account was that, while my father was tucking us is into bed he didn't move and stared wide-eyed. I asked him if he was alright a couple times and said that he saw a face and slowly left the room.

Recently (the the home I live in now) I could never go to sleep so I would lay awake and stare into the dark hallway. For as long as I lived in that room, at night, I always saw a shadow walking from my parents room down the hall. I knew it wasn't either of my parents by the way it was walking so I had to ask my mother when I woke up if she or my father was walking around last night and she verified with a ''no''. For three years.

A month after that I begane to notice that, during the day, my bedroom door would swing open and close. There was no air circulating the room and I checked to see if the door was level. It was. No excuss for it to be swinging open and shut.

This ended and I thought it was gone for good. No. While playing a game on the Playstation with my brother the door closed all the way opened itself up all the way and then slammed itself shaking pictures off the walls in the room and the hallway. Then that ended.

Three years ago we added on an addittion to the back of the house and I moved from the room I shared with my brother to the master bedroom where I always saw the shadow leave at 1.00am every morning. One day I went to go sit on my bed to watch TV before doing homework and I am pushed out from the bed and my dog started growling at the corner of the room. That was a huge WTF moment.

For several nights after that I would hear a woman whisper in my ear as I was trying to sleep and then after a giggle or so a scream as it was right against my ears.

I've kept this to myself and finaly I asked mom if she felt weird in this house and she said yes and then told me something that solidified everything. She saidm "You know, sometimes when I'm working around the kitchen and dinning room when it all quit I can hear your (great) grandmother wanding around and muttering to herself."

That's when I remembered I sleep on the matress she died on. :D

I have a ghost story, but it involves a bottle of taquila, Dr. Phill, and a very large caliber handgun.

I have a ghost story, but it involves a bottle of taquila, Dr. Phill, and a very large caliber handgun.

Spill it, I got to hear this.

When I was in kindergarten (and before my brother was born and during his first year) my family and I lived in a small town in California called Selma and we were renting a Victorian era mansion from the local church who swore the home wasn't haunted. My parents were confused by this as they neither asked about a haunting nor believed in ghosts.

[snipped]

:D

eh brah... tanks fo da chicken skin!

I lived in a flat that was part of an old converted house.

I used to joke that i had a 'helpful poltergeist'. I'd get up on a morning and find my diary open and an appointment card for something I'd forgotten out.

Or I'd start running a bath - go to make coffee (yes i drink coffee in the bath) and when i went back the taps would have been turned off with the bath at the right level.

When I moved nothing strange happened but then a friend was staying over. I apparently (I have no recollection) got up in the night, went into the kitchen and was looking for something. My friend asked what i was looking for and i said "I'm trying not to disclose human stories", I then went back to bed.

As far as I know this was the first time i have sleep walked - but now i think maybe finding the appointment cards out wasn't spooky at all - i probably did it in my sleep.

My other spooky story

Many years ago there was a TV horror series on, I think it was salem's lot - but could be wrong. Anyway towards the end of one episode someone hears scratching on a window and when they pull the curtains back it is a boy floating in mid air scratching the window.

Now a couple of nights after this I was woken up at night by a scratching on my bedroom window (I was about 10)

I sat up to check I was awake - the scratching ket going

I turned on the light - as we all know spooky things are scared of ellectric lights - the scratching went on

Now the curtains were not thick so I tried to make out the shadows comming through - i could see a tree but i knew it was at the bottom of the garden - no way could a tree branch be scratching my window

So I thought about my option - I could wake up my parents - no point shouting they wouldn't hear me, but that would involve getting out of bed - and as we all know spooky things not only don't like electric light they can also only get you if you are out of bed.

So I took a deep breath and pulled back the curtain -the scratching continued

It was my pet cat.

She must have got locked out by mistake so she had climbed up to my bedroom - there was a bay window in the room underneath - and scratched to come in.

I have never been so pleased and relieved to see my cat.

But of course cats learn things so from now on she would scratch for me to let her in whenever she felt like it.

Then about a year later my family went on holiday. My grandmother came to stay in our house to feed the dog and cat. She slept in a bedroom at the front of the house So the cat must have scratched to come in but got no response. So she went next door. Where my neighbour's elderly mother was sleeping and let herself in - the window next door was open.

So the old lady next door was woken by a 'presence' in her bedroom

I wonder how many ghost stories are actually cat stories?

Got another one that I almost forgot. When I lived in the UK my girlfriend and I had rented the Sadler Hall guest house in Leeds. It was part of a church property. Was told it was a 400+ year home. Was small but nice. Had a nice warm feel to it I thought. However one thing would happen over and over again. The bedroom light would come on in the middle of the night for some reason. I always figured that it was left on by the girlfriend going to the bathroom at night. One day I finally asked her to please turn off the light when she came to bed. She said that she thought it was me leaving it on. So over the next couple of months it happened and I would wake up fully and look around to see what could be causing it. Could never figure it out until one night we had gone out to the pub and came back for the night. After awhile laying in bed the light turns on. I had a good buzz going on and yelled out shut the f*cking light off. Damn thing turned off and my girlfriend and I sat there for a bit and then laughed it off. Could never figure it out. It stopped after that for awhile. Only once in a great while after that it would happen. Every time I said the same thing and it would stop for a period of time. Happened all the way till the day we moved.

I wonder how many ghost stories are actually cat stories?

I think a large number can be explained away. I always try and figure out an explanation for something odd that happens. I don't tend to jump to conclusions quickly. There is almost always a logical answer to things that happen to people. However you hear those stories every once in awhile that makes you think.

got any?

*grabs popcorn*

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^ mines.
All ghost stories are real, in that the story itself exists, or else it couldn't be told.

But the ghosts are impossible. Ghosts do not exist in any way, shape, or form, and I wish people would stop trying to attribute natural phenomena to such an idiotic source.

got any?

*grabs popcorn*

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^ mines.Yes. Quite a few. A few of them are unnerving, and only one or two of them are relatively scary or potentially terrifying.
I mentioned 'em a few years back. They take a while to explain, at times, as i'm sure you know.
*comforts*

Back in NZ, I lived on the bottom floor of a two storey place. No-one lived upstairs (a doctor couple owned it as a holiday place, so it was vacant for most of the year).
Sometimes at night I'd hear footsteps up the stairs or around the house above. There'd be 4 or 5 footsteps then nothing.
I was there one night with a friend who heard the steps as well.

One night I was woken by this almighty crash, like someone dropping a metal tray of dishes on the ground, followed by the most frightening scream I've ever heard (I now know what ppl mean by blood-curdling). The scream sounded like someone being killed. Then the inside garage door slammed and there were running footsteps upstairs.
Then nothing.
I lay awake for a few minutes listening, and had almost convinced myself that it was just a nightmare (or perhaps night terror) that I'd confused with reality when the sequence happened again, exactly the same. Same crash, same blood-curdling scream, same door slam, everything. It was 3.07am the 2nd time, cause I was looking right at my clock when it occurred.
I went upstairs to investigate but there was nothing and no-one there.

I didn't get much sleep that night. I actually lay there with my old musket bayonet in one hand, I was so spooked.



Another time I was driving home late after work (it was about 12.30am). I went around a particularly tight corner and felt something very cold pass through me and then settle behind me in the back seat. I honestly felt like there was someone sitting behind me. I could feel them shifting when I went around corners. I couldn't bring myself to look in the rear vision mirror.
Finally I got near my house (I lived 30kms away from town in the country) and just before I drove over a one lane bridge the presence behind me vanished.
I figured it was someone who died at that corner and was just needing to get home.
It was a very tense 15 minute drive, I can tell you.

The next day at work I was talking to a co-worker who lived out near me and before I even told her my experiences she talked about a weird sensation she had when she went around that corner the evening previous. spooky, eh?

A year to the day later (cliched I know, but honest this is true) I went around that same corner at approx the same time and felt the same cold chill run through me. This time though I had a two seater sports car, so there was no back seat for it to settle in.

All ghost stories are real, in that the story itself exists, or else it couldn't be told.

But the ghosts are impossible. Ghosts do not exist in any way, shape, or form, and I wish people would stop trying to attribute natural phenomena to such an idiotic source.
How are they impossible again?
Didn't i ask you this already?

All ghost stories are real, in that the story itself exists, or else it couldn't be told.

But the ghosts are impossible. Ghosts do not exist in any way, shape, or form, and I wish people would stop trying to attribute natural phenomena to such an idiotic source.
QFT. especially since we know it's all done by the pixies and faeries.
ghosts? pah!

How are they impossible again?
Didn't i ask you this already?
Yes, I think you did.

I don't have too much of an answer, really, since I don't care to research every little detail that would prove what I've said. I'm sharing an opinion, not making an argument.

QFT. especially since we know it's all done by the pixies and faeries.
ghosts? pah!
:D

But the ghosts are impossible. Ghosts do not exist in any way, shape, or form, and I wish people would stop trying to attribute natural phenomena to such an idiotic source.

I know this is your opinion. I have not actually seen anything that I would call a "ghost". I have had a few things happen that could not be explained as I already told them here in the earlier posts. However I do not think that it could be conclusively argued either way for or against them being real. I just go with the fact that there are to many things that we as humans just don't understand yet. Maybe as we advance we can answer some of these things that happen that just don't seem to fit into science as we know it.

my dad reckons he saw the ghost of our old black cat sitting at the top of the stairs a year or two after he got run over and killed. but then he also reckons he's seen a UFO on his radar tube back when he was an Air Traffic Controller and he's definitely one for telling stories so i'm not sure i believe him.

Another time I was driving home late after work (it was about 12.30am). I went around a particularly tight corner and felt something very cold pass through me and then settle behind me in the back seat. I honestly felt like there was someone sitting behind me. I could feel them shifting when I went around corners. I couldn't bring myself to look in the rear vision mirror.
Finally I got near my house (I lived 30kms away from town in the country) and just before I drove over a one lane bridge the presence behind me vanished.
I figured it was someone who died at that corner and was just needing to get home.
It was a very tense 15 minute drive, I can tell you.

It could've been a bloody dangerous 15 minute drive if you didn't use your rear-view mirror at all. ;)

i just remembered a ghostly encounter i had. i was walking in the bush on Stewart Island, NZ, miles from anywhere with no one else around when i suddenly started to smell fish and chips really strongly. the smell persisted for a good hundred paces or so and then faded. somehow it seems the ghost of someone's fish supper had wandered out into the bush and i think the poor blighter was searching for the last chippy or something. true story.

I have a ghost, I got this haunted doll off of Ebay about a year ago. I was skeptical at first, but when I took pictures of the doll, random lights showed up in the photographs. not normal sunlight type light, but really bright oranges and reds that filled up the whole photo. The ghost is only supposed to be about 2 years old, so he is friendly, although he hasn't been all that active other than the lights.
It is nice to know that the ghost is around though :)
I wish you could upload the photos.

All ghost stories are real, in that the story itself exists, or else it couldn't be told.

But the ghosts are impossible. Ghosts do not exist in any way, shape, or form, and I wish people would stop trying to attribute natural phenomena to such an idiotic source.

Yes but you are missing the point

They are fun.

People like to hear ghost stories. Just look at this thread.

Ghost stories appear in every culture, they are more interesting than romances or tragedies. Stop trying to steal our fun.

*goes off to sit in the dark shining a torch under her chin to scare her nieces*

Stop trying to steal our fun.


If I was trying to steal your fun, I'd be posting huge explanations of how ghosts are impossible. I was just sharing my opinion, which was relevant to the topic, that's all.

Ghost stories are either hallucinations, the result of other types of delusions or lies.
Not true. I know that at a certain part of a French road, 2 ghosts were definitely seen. It even made the newspapers. Okay, it was my bro and me when we were young, crazy and on holiday with the grandparents, but it was neither a hallucination nor a delusion nor a lie. It was a prank.

A ghost lives on one of the floors of the building I work in. Someone was kind enough to warn me, before anyone played any ghost-related tricks on me, which I guess is a popular hazing tradition. :p I've been there a while now, so I think I'm in the clear. :)

It could've been a bloody dangerous 15 minute drive if you didn't use your rear-view mirror at all. ;)
Not really. It was a pretty deserted road and I travelled on it daily, so I didn't need to use my mirrors at the best of times, much less when there was a spook in the back.

i just remembered a ghostly encounter i had. i was walking in the bush on Stewart Island, NZ, miles from anywhere with no one else around when i suddenly started to smell fish and chips really strongly. the smell persisted for a good hundred paces or so and then faded. somehow it seems the ghost of someone's fish supper had wandered out into the bush and i think the poor blighter was searching for the last chippy or something. true story.
no way, dude. It was the penguins dinner you were smelling. crafty buggers always stealing ppl's fish and chips and then using them to lure others into the bush where they pounce. Before you know it you're out cold and your wallet's gone.
true story.
Brother of a mate of mine met a guy in a pub whose cousin's wife's uncle had this happen to.
Damn penguins.

the weird thing is it really is a true story, except for the supernatural explanation. i was probably just hungry and hallucinating. fortunately i dismissed it as such at the time, wouldn't fancy my chances against a pack of marauding penguines.

Update after yesterday's new Sci Fi show. Apparently Destination Truth is moved or on hiatus and they introduced "Ghost Adventures." It started out like your standard spook, haunting story show where they reference hauntings then go out to film stuff and get jack shit. And the lead guy of the two person amateur hour is boring. Though it looks like Sci Fi just got in touch with the only two people that can actually catch paranormal activity on tape. Either that or the only two people who know how to set it up to look like it. Just on yesterdays show, they caught three, visible, moving apparitions and poltergeist activity - they were filming into a room and something picked up a brick and tossed it across the room right after their lights had touched it (then barely visible in the background, the guy cleaning up the video showed a board levitate and move across the room).

I went on the USS Hornet and spent a night there. For those who don't know, it's a supposedly haunted battleship. I was terrified. Then again, I wasn't even ten yet.

Another time, I went into my room (which was dark because I was going to turn the light on), and my older sister jumped out and went like "RAWR!!" It really scared the crap outta me. I thought she was a ghost.

If I was trying to steal your fun, I'd be posting huge explanations of how ghosts are impossible. I was just sharing my opinion, which was relevant to the topic, that's all.

They're NOT "impossible".
They're just moderately improbable, and we have relatively inadequate resources for which to measure and monitor them in a controlled and repeatable setting.