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Title: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Brentwood on February 11, 2008, 05:46:50 PM
My brother is a real estate appraiser. As such, he's always going out to properties to take measurements, assess value, and take pictures. Recently he went to an older house in St. Paul, built some time in the 1920s. The house is vacant. As he was taking pictures, he noticed one that came out with what appeared to be white smoke in it. This is a common theme when people discuss having possibly photographed a ghost, but my brother knows there are usually logical explanations for it. He took another picture of the same area, and the smoke was gone. It was not his finger or his breath (it was quite cold). When he went home to download the pictures, he discovered that his memory card would no longer work. None of the pictures could be retrieved.

He went back to the house the next day to take pictures again, and in the room where the ghostly smoke had been, he was unable to get a clear shot despite several attempts. He had no trouble taking pictures in the other rooms.

Explainable? Probably. But T thinks that maybe, just maybe, the house has a shy ghost living in it.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: jaxsue on February 11, 2008, 06:16:46 PM
My brother is a real estate appraiser. As such, he's always going out to properties to take measurements, assess value, and take pictures. Recently he went to an older house in St. Paul, built some time in the 1920s. The house is vacant. As he was taking pictures, he noticed one that came out with what appeared to be white smoke in it. This is a common theme when people discuss having possibly photographed a ghost, but my brother knows there are usually logical explanations for it. He took another picture of the same area, and the smoke was gone. It was not his finger or his breath (it was quite cold). When he went home to download the pictures, he discovered that his memory card would no longer work. None of the pictures could be retrieved.

He went back to the house the next day to take pictures again, and in the room where the ghostly smoke had been, he was unable to get a clear shot despite several attempts. He had no trouble taking pictures in the other rooms.

Explainable? Probably. But T thinks that maybe, just maybe, the house has a shy ghost living in it.

Thanks for the story. Important elements of a haunting (whether intelligent or residual) are there: no explanation for the smoke, batteries being drained, and the inability to take a picture in a certain spot. We once saw a similar thing at a remote cemetery. It was early evening and a pillar of smoke - about the heighth of a human and about as wide - floated from the other side of the graveyard. It was the most solid in the middle, wispy at the top and bottom. It tilted forward a bit, like a person would when running. There was no smoke from a fire, no clouds, no explanation.

Tell your brother to take a digital recorder next time he suspects something. EVPs are easy to get and sometimes you hear things that are amazing. He can ask a few questions and just leave it running for awhile.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: jaxsue on February 11, 2008, 06:24:55 PM
OP, I hope it's okay if I put my alien sighting on your thread. It's in the same ball park - unexplained things.

A few summers ago, DS (then in jr. high) and I were driving to our lake house in northcentral Florida. The roads in this area are twisty and can be very remote. I definitely don't like to drive them at night!

It was early evening and things were still very clear. We crested a hill and as we came down we saw a...thing...standing in the road. I slowed down because it didn't move. It was not human OR animal. It didn't remotely resemble Bigfoot. It was about 5-6 ft tall, with a silvery body that seemed to be very fine, flat fur - at least there were no identifiable body parts (and no clothes). There were no ears, no hair on the head, and only a slit for a mouth. The eyes were almond-shaped and completely glowing yellow, even with daylight.

It was in midstep when it turned and looked at us. I slowed to a stop and didn't know what to do. It finally turned around and darted into the woods - so quickly it was a blur. No way could a human run so fast. DS and I didn't speak for a few minutes because I wasn't sure if I were seeing things that weren't there. But DS saw it, too.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: jais on February 11, 2008, 06:29:20 PM
Not to hijack, but my uncle's story.

My uncle basically lives in the middle of nowhere, VERY northern, MN.  He's also never had a drink in his life.

He swears to god that when he was about 22 years old, some'thing' knocked on his door around 3am.  He claims it was a small, grayish greenish man with huge eyes, no nose and a slit for a mouth.  He says that he looked at it, ran back to his room to get a gun, and when he came back it was gone.  According to family lore, there were 2 other sightings of a creature very similar the same night.  I've searched the papers at the library and the internet, but I've never found a thing. 

Then there is my aunt's supposed encounter with Bigfoot at age 3..........
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: IndianInlaw on February 11, 2008, 08:53:38 PM
Jaxsue, didn't you about pee your pants? :o



http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/02/11/funny-pictures-pleez-tell-me-you-see-dem-too/
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: JeanFromBNA on February 11, 2008, 09:33:29 PM
OP, I hope it's okay if I put my alien sighting on your thread. It's in the same ball park - unexplained things.

A few summers ago, DS (then in jr. high) and I were driving to our lake house in northcentral Florida. The roads in this area are twisty and can be very remote. I definitely don't like to drive them at night!

It was early evening and things were still very clear. We crested a hill and as we came down we saw a...thing...standing in the road. I slowed down because it didn't move. It was not human OR animal. It didn't remotely resemble Bigfoot. It was about 5-6 ft tall, with a silvery body that seemed to be very fine, flat fur - at least there were no identifiable body parts (and no clothes). There were no ears, no hair on the head, and only a slit for a mouth. The eyes were almond-shaped and completely glowing yellow, even with daylight.

It was in midstep when it turned and looked at us. I slowed to a stop and didn't know what to do. It finally turned around and darted into the woods - so quickly it was a blur. No way could a human run so fast. DS and I didn't speak for a few minutes because I wasn't sure if I were seeing things that weren't there. But DS saw it, too.

Don't y'all have the skunkape down there?
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Warbaby on February 11, 2008, 10:04:28 PM
Ladies, did y'all really have to make the hair on this old man's head stand straight up?

Never saw the ghost, but heard him/her walk through a house.  Had flour spread on the floor where someone would have had to walk.  No footprints. 

Cuz and I beat feet out of there even though both of us were armed!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: CyberKat on February 12, 2008, 04:09:35 AM
I gotta add to this.

When my sister was very small (3-4 years or so), she wanted to sleep in my mum's bed one night. My mum was sleeping in the living room due to our apartment being tiny. She said she was scared, but couldn't explain why.

She cuddled up with my mum, and my mum was just about to fall asleep when my sister whispered "Mum? Do you see them too?"
My mum froze, and looked around but couldn't see anything. She asked my sister what she was seeing, and my sister said that some weird white people were standing around the bed and looking at them. My mum, scared out of her wits, told her that it was nothing, and to go to sleep.
BTW my sister never lies, and she was too small to have given the concept of ghosts much thought, so we're sure this wasn't a prank or anything.


Then, a few years ago, my mum bought an old house, which she shared with her sister + sister's husband, our aunt and uncle. I am living with my fiancé, so my mother's half of the house is only occupied by her, my sister who's 11 at the time, and my brother who's 14.
There's several things wrong with this house. One of the rooms seriously need renovation, but the previous owners never got around to it. Not in the TEN years they lived there. And for the first year, my mum, aunt and uncle couldn't seem to figure out what to do about the room, no matter how many plans they tried to make for it.

They would also have meetings about the renovation of the house, but if they had the meeting in my aunt's side of the house, it would ALWAYS end in fights and disagreements. Nothing would get done. There was a corner of the room that was always really cold, no matter how hot it was outside (they thought it was maybe a broken window, but couldn't find any places that the wind could get in)
Also, in one room, where I'd sleep when I was visiting, I always slept really badly, and often had nightmares.

Anyway, everyone was getting on each other's nerves, and then my sister started seeing things. First, she freaked out because she heard an old, grumpy man mumbling in the empty room. He sounded angry and at first she thought it was the TV but when she checked, none of their TVs were on.

Later, she was looking in a mirror, and in the mirror, she saw several white, fog-like things walking past outside the window behind her. She spun around but couldn't see anything.

After a while, my sister was getting pretty hysterical, and wanted to move away, and she refused to be alone, or near the empty room. She also said that she felt that someone was looking at her through the windows, when it was dark. My mum and I were always really sensible and down to earth, and never really believed in ghosts as such, but my aunt decided to have a medium visiting. They didn't tell her ANYTHING about their issues, only that they would like her to check the house out.

The woman got goosebumps the minute she stepped inside the house (My mum noticed this) and then proceeded to walk around the entire house. In the cold corner of the living room, a little girl had drowned. In the empty room, an old man refused to let anyone change his house. And around the house, a group of people were walking around, possibly looking for the drowned girl. This is what she said, WITHOUT having heard about what my sister saw!

We were all quite freaked out, I tell you! But she told them all to leave, and then came back 2 weeks later to make sure everything was gone, and it was. The house has been fine ever since, except my aunt and uncle are getting divorced (unrelated reasons) so they need to sell the house. But nothing bad has been happening, and my sister haven't seen anything. (Note: My sister wasn't told that the medium had been there until a few months later, but in those months, she hadn't been complaining about the ghosts at all)

Also, my mum thought it was weird that a girl had drowned, because there's NO water nearby. She asked their neighbor, who runs a small museum, and he told her that the stream of water running the mill used to go right thought their house, 80-90 years ago  :o
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: jaxsue on February 12, 2008, 07:32:25 AM
Jaxsue, didn't you about pee your pants? :o



http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/02/11/funny-pictures-pleez-tell-me-you-see-dem-too/

Yes, I did. It was surreal. I thought I must be imagining things. But DS saw it, too.

Thanks for the link. Creepy picture. But the posts....wow...does this pass for intelligent communication nowadays?  :'(
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: jaxsue on February 12, 2008, 07:38:28 AM
OP, I hope it's okay if I put my alien sighting on your thread. It's in the same ball park - unexplained things.

A few summers ago, DS (then in jr. high) and I were driving to our lake house in northcentral Florida. The roads in this area are twisty and can be very remote. I definitely don't like to drive them at night!

It was early evening and things were still very clear. We crested a hill and as we came down we saw a...thing...standing in the road. I slowed down because it didn't move. It was not human OR animal. It didn't remotely resemble Bigfoot. It was about 5-6 ft tall, with a silvery body that seemed to be very fine, flat fur - at least there were no identifiable body parts (and no clothes). There were no ears, no hair on the head, and only a slit for a mouth. The eyes were almond-shaped and completely glowing yellow, even with daylight.

It was in midstep when it turned and looked at us. I slowed to a stop and didn't know what to do. It finally turned around and darted into the woods - so quickly it was a blur. No way could a human run so fast. DS and I didn't speak for a few minutes because I wasn't sure if I were seeing things that weren't there. But DS saw it, too.

Don't y'all have the skunkape down there?

Yes, there is the skunk ape. This didn't resemble that at all. I'd prefer it did, because then I could have others verifying my experience (besides DS). Its head was longish but thin. It was the eyes that were the most eerie. They were very large and completely, glowing yellow.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: jaxsue on February 12, 2008, 07:39:40 AM
CyberKat - Loved the story. I have no trouble believing it. The haunting can predate the house, and a tragic death can cause a haunting.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: G'sMom on February 12, 2008, 08:55:19 AM
I have a similiar story to cyberkat's.  Years ago my grandmother lost one of her toddler children in a fire in the house she currently lives in (it used to be a three story and the top was leveled, since the majority of the damage was there and that was where the child perished). It's an old fashioned multi family tenement and the second floor has a set of stairs that stop partway up before it's sealed off (it would have gone to third floor). Well, when I was around 6 or 7 I remember going into the back hallway on the first floor and looking up the stairs that wind up to the second floor and around to what's left of the third. I remember seeing a child in those footie pajamas, looking over the bannister at me. No one was living on the second floor at the time.  I went and asked my grandmother who was living up there. She said no one yet. I asked her "what about the little boy I saw?" and she asked me what I was talking about. I described him and the pajamas he was wearing, and she got sheet white, collapsed in a chair, did the sign of the cross, and told me to never speak of it to anyone again and to go to my room. Years later I found out about what happened to her son in the fire. My hair stills goes up thinking about it.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: spiffy on February 12, 2008, 12:22:40 PM
Here is my alien story.

More than 10 years ago, ODD's father and I were out taking a walk to a playground near our house in the evening.  It was about 9pm, the sky was dark.  We were sitting on the swings talking.  I looked up and saw a group of bright lights.  It hovered in the sky for a good 3 minutes and took off - FAST.  Faster than anything I'd ever seen before.  We looked at each other, ran home, got ODD out of her crib and hid under the covers. 

On hindsight if something were coming to 'get us' I doubt very much the covers would have offered much protection....
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: ginlyn32 on February 12, 2008, 12:30:05 PM
Does anyone else have the X-Files theme song running through their head?

And...."the truth is out there"

Ginger
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Flora Louise on February 12, 2008, 12:40:10 PM
Not a ghost story but definitely in the news of the weird. I used to live in DC and my family was in the Indianapolis area. I made the drive several times for holidays. On one occasion, I was just crossing from Ohio into Indiana on I-74 and I started to nod off and nearly veered off the highway. This was about 1 a.m. or so. I did that thing where you jerk awake scared to death and was able to keep it together all the way home.

The next day, I was visiting with my older sister and she said that she had been jolted awake about 1 in the morning thinking I had driven off the road! What's that about?
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Reika on February 12, 2008, 12:52:34 PM
I've posted about the haunted apartment I was in a few times, but there is one thing that I always thought was a recurring dream but mom recently verified actually happened. And that she had tried looking into it because her curiousity was piqued.

I was about 4 or 5, and going somewhere at night (want to say home after a drive in since I was in my jammies) and I was in the backseat of my grandmother's car. Grandma was driving and mom was in the front passenger seat, and I was behind mom. I remember a dark, metallic object falling in flames to the ground. It wasn't an airplane and it was too big and too long for a satellite and was completely wrong for a meteor.

Mom remembers the incident quite clearly, because my grandmother took one look at whatever was coming down and refused to stop. The next day they checked the news paper but there was nothing about a plane crash, the site was marked off but the police refused to say anything. Even months later never came about it and there weren't any public records made available.

This is well over 25 years ago and even now my skin has the creeps from that whispy memory.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Vegemite Girl on February 12, 2008, 02:03:37 PM
Love this thread!

Never seen anything alien but on the subject of hauntings...

Do you think a building can almost have a 'personality' of it's own? My Mum says the first house my folks lived in after I was born has a wonderful feeling of warmth and protection. It was a turn of the century house which had been divided into 2 flats. She says the whole time we lived there she felt as though nothing bad would ever happen in the house. (There was a pretty big earthquake once, caused damage all over town. Our place just 'rocked gently' Mum says. Infant me didn't even wake up!) She later found out there had been a fairly horrific axe murder in the kitchen (there were gouges in the back door, guy went mad and murdered his family) but it didn't seem to make the place feel bad. Quite the contrary.

DH, the kids and I moved to a big city about 2 weeks ago. While looking on the internet for places to rent I saw one which had 2 shots of the living room. One shot was fine, the other was *crowded* with little white balls/circles. Some were just outlines but others looked almost solid. From what I could see there was no light source or reflective surface that could've caused them. The place we did end up renting is very old and partially renovated. I haven't had any trouble while we've been here but I keep seeing something out of the corner of my eye, like a person (adult size) moving away. When I turn there's no-one and nothing there. (I've had this before, off and on, in our last house which was also old. But I've lived in others where it hasn't happened at all).

And I wonder if my 3 year old nephew, J, can see ghosts. The other weekend we were at his parent's wedding. My Grandmother had had a heart episode, and we'd called an ambulance. Two came along and they were making her comfortable in preparation for taking her to hospital. I offered to watch J while everyone else was occupied (the reception was about to start, the wedding party had just returned from taking photos, it was a mob scene). I took him outside to look at the ambulances. The front one was open at the back with the stretcher ready. The rear one was closed. J was happy to look at and approach the front ambulance, but when the (female) paramedic told us we could look inside the rear one he baulked and wouldn't go near it. He kept saying "No, no, the Ambulance Man is angry with me" I put it down to nervousness at the time but now I wonder...

My parents used to operate a tow and storage firm, and they've had *lots* of experiences. Mum once saw a guy sitting on a motorbike in the yard. She yelled at him (the bike had been in a fatal accident - no-one was supposed to touch it). He turned to her, grinned, waved... and disappeared into thin air. That story always gave me the creeps.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: DottyG on February 12, 2008, 03:30:18 PM
Ok, this thread is cool!  Keep these stories coming! :)

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: jaxsue on February 12, 2008, 03:58:59 PM
DS 2#, who was with me when we saw the "alien," has always been sensitive. He comes by it honest, through his dad's mom's family.

As long as he can remember he's seen people few others see. When he was small and I'd take him to 18th century museum homes he'd see ladies in long gowns floating a few inches above the floor in the room we were in. They'd often look at him and float through a door. No one else noticed.

Another time he was on a WWII battleship in Charleston Harbor (the Scout troop spent the night). A man dressed a bit old fashioned barged into the room, which was crowded with scouts/men. No one else looked at the man, and no one got out of his way (as if he didn't exist). He came straight for DS and seemed very angry! Many men had died on this ship during the war.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Irish Clovers on February 12, 2008, 04:08:24 PM
I have one.   :D

BG:  When my DD was 15-16, she had a wicked case of Mono.  She. Was. Miserable.  We had to have her blood drawn to confirm and she passes out when she has to give blood so we had to make sure she was laying down.  After we made sure she was ok, I went out to the lobby to pay and she went and sat on the benches outside.  About 10 seconds later I hear someone say, "Oh My GAWD, she just went down!"  I turned around and there was my DD, face down on the pavement.  I ran over to her and there was blood all over her face and one of her front teeth on the ground next to her head.  She was out cold.  Luckily, there was an Urgent Care in the building and they got a gurney and rushed her back.  She started waking up and realised her tooth was missing.  She freaked.  The tooth came out of her upper lip (thankfully in one piece) and a few more of her teeth punctured her lip as well.  They were able to sew her up and sew the tooth back in place and we went home.  Her whole mouth was black and blue and very swolen.  All this on TOP of Mono.  Poor Kid.

I stayed at home with her the next day and we were snuggling on the sofa when all of a sudden we see this small black...thing (about the size of a Cicada)....fly up the stairs, whip right past us, down the hall and into my room.  It made absolutely no noise.  We both just sat there in silence for a few seconds and then she asked me, "did you see that?", and I said Yep.  I thought it might have been a big bug or a bird or something so I went into my room and there was nothing.  No bug, no "thing", nothing.  We thought it was very, very wierd but forgot about it.

I went to work the next day and around lunch time, she called me and said, "Mom, she came back."  I asked her who "she" was and she said that "thing" was a female and it flew up the stairs again and stopped right in front of her face and just fluttered.  DD said she instantly had this overwhelming sense of peace and that everything was going to be ok.  Then, she said she flew off towards my room and THROUGH MY CLOSED BEDROOM DOOR!.

I think it was her Guardian Angel.  We've never seen her since.  
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Vegemite Girl on February 12, 2008, 06:07:33 PM
I know someone who has a theory on the Guardian Angel thing. She says we're all higher beings, come here for some sort of purpose. Apparently human beings are basically monkeys compared to what we normally are. We don't like being here but for some reason we have to do it a number of times, before we 'graduate' to not having to do it anymore. She says we're paired, and one of us 'watches' the other during their time as a human. She says that being is often who we think of as our 'Guardian Angel'. I think it's an interesting theory.


Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Vegemite Girl on February 12, 2008, 06:45:53 PM
My family is rich with ghost/odd happening stories (it took me a while as a kid to realise I should shut up, most people don't have these sorts of things happen!) Some memorable ones:

Ghosts:

As a young boy (about 7 years old) my brother got up to go to the toilet late one night and saw an old man 'shining white' standing in the hallway looking at him. Mum thought he may have been dreaming of our Great Grandfather who died when bro was about 3 years old. She was looking for a photo of him to check when bro grabbed a photo of Mum's Grandfather - who died before she was born - and said "This is him" but he added a few extra details about the man's appearance. Mum checked with Gran (the details did not sound familiar to her) who confirmed them. Bro had seen Mum's Grandfather.
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My parents were in bed one night discussing the death of a friend. It had been ruled a suicide (the friend had problems with depression) but there was some controversy over the ruling and some thought he had been murdered. Someone made the comment "Bloody b*****d probably *did* kill himself" At that moment a framed photo at the end of the bed (one of those that sits back on a stand attached to the frame) stood up on end (impossible for it to balance like that) for several seconds before it was thrust down with force onto the hard surface below. It smashed... and my parents slept with the light on  :)
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As I said Mum and Dad saw several people who weren't there when they had to tow business. The motorbike rider was the most 'real' but Mum has also seen people sitting in the cars they died in. She once heard, although didn't see, a young girl who disappeared several decades ago in the back seat of the car belonging to the guy Police think killed her (she's never been found, and Police did not have enough evidence to charge him). Mum is now convinced he killed this girl (but I think he's dead too now).

Odd Things:

My mother used to get up to answer the phone before it started ringing. Once someone told her what she was doing she stopped.
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I had a vision of my children before they were born, and before I knew I was carrying twins. I was looking at a house (which we later bought) when I suddenly saw two small toddlers running down the hallway towards me. It was kind of like watching a film, but full/life size... It lasted several seconds and I was able to see and note details. I assumed I had seen my child and my brother's child as his wife was pregnant at the same time. A few weeks later I found out I was having twins.
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I often have little 'moments' as I call them; times where I get a strong feeling about something which is often correct. Usually it's something little (like, take cash, and it turns out that the ATM's are out of order and without cash I would have had to wait several hours to get home).
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And one Aunt refused to go on a particular NZ ferry after she travelled on it for the first time. If that ferry was doing the sailing she'd fly instead - which was much more expensive back then and this Aunt is notoriously tight fisted. Then one morning she woke up early (about 5am) saying she'd had a nightmare that there was a large boat sinking in the harbour, and people were dying.

That morning the captain sailing the ferry Aunt hated so much decided to brave a storm and attempt an almost impossible sailing. Not surprisingly he failed. The boat was seriously damaged and the passengers had to brave storm conditions at high tide *in winter*. The ferry itself didn't have enough life jackets or lifeboats. It was a huge tragedy and many people died. (Got some great survival stories from that one; one cute one about dogs and a hero story).
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I've dreamt about places I've never been... and then visited them later on. And when my Aunt (not the same one as above) went into premature labour Mum had her labour pains.

We're an odd family.



Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Reika on February 13, 2008, 09:21:27 AM
Mom's side of the family has had similar things, particularly her mother. One story that always kind of chilled me was the fact one day my maternal grandmother, one of her sisters, mom and her sister (this is when mom was a teen) were going to go shopping, but my grandmother said that it wouldn't be a good day for her to go. It was a good thing too, some jerk rear ended the car in such a way that mom's sister would've been paralyzed and my grandmother killed if grandma had been in the front passenger seat. Since there wasn't anyone in the seat in front of mom's sister, she just had a lot of scratches and bruises.

Then there was grandma's knack of knowing who was on the phone when she answered and this was long before the days of caller id.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: DottyG on February 26, 2008, 12:58:12 PM
Bringing this up, because I want MORE, MORE, MORE of these stories!!! :D

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Esther_bunny on February 26, 2008, 01:23:35 PM
Mom's side of the family has had similar things, particularly her mother. One story that always kind of chilled me was the fact one day my maternal grandmother, one of her sisters, mom and her sister (this is when mom was a teen) were going to go shopping, but my grandmother said that it wouldn't be a good day for her to go. It was a good thing too, some jerk rear ended the car in such a way that mom's sister would've been paralyzed and my grandmother killed if grandma had been in the front passenger seat. Since there wasn't anyone in the seat in front of mom's sister, she just had a lot of scratches and bruises.

Then there was grandma's knack of knowing who was on the phone when she answered and this was long before the days of caller id.

Eek! Similar story: I asked to go running around w/2 friends and my parents said no when they usually said yes. I found out the next day that the 2 friends were in a car wreck---one was seriously injured and the other walked away. I would've been sitting in the back....and the back seat ended up in the front!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: LadyClaire on February 26, 2008, 01:34:54 PM
The building I work in is haunted. Most of the activity takes place in the basement and the second floor, but the main floor (where my office is) has had some weird activity from time to time. One day, the lid to my co-worker's candy jar flew across the room. It didn't fall off the jar..it looked like someone had yanked it off the jar and flung it as hard as they could. Upstairs, people have seen the ghost of a little girl. There have also been cases of doors slamming, tools vanishing, footsteps, and voices. We've had night janitors and security guards quit because of it. The elevator will go up and down between floors with no one on it.

We also used to get calls from vacant offices and extensions all the time..ones with no phones attached. That stopped when we switched over to VOIP phones a few months ago, so it could have just been a weird glitch with the phone system.

My theory is that the building is haunted by the ghosts of slaves. There's a historic house behind this building. Only a small portion of the original grounds remain..they sold off several hundred acres that were developed into neighborhoods, office buildings, and restaurants. They had to move the family graveyard because the neighborhood was built on that spot.

But they never found where the slaves were buried. The graves are not anywhere on the remaining grounds..they've looked, but have never found them. So chances are they got built over.

One of my former co-workers would outright refuse to go back to the house. A lot of us like to take walks back there, because what's left of the buildings and grounds are beautiful. But she said it gave her a really bad feeling to go back there, like someone was angry with her.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Pixie on February 26, 2008, 04:12:05 PM
Both sides of my family have unusual stories.   I'll start with Mom's side.

My Mom's paternal Grandmother, Minnie, was known as a "witch" because she knew things before they happened. Some said she could "make" things happen, but I don't believe that was anything other than local gossip.  She did predict the deaths of her first 2 sons who died in WWI. Then came her son, Christopher Columbus ****** who was stationed in Italy during WWII, he came home on leave and when time came for him to return he told her (Minnie) "Mama, I don't want to go back because I will die."  She replied, "You must return, son, it is your time, Your heart is violet and we can't cheat fate."   He died upon returning to Italy and is buried there. I just found out last fall that he had also been awarded a Purple Heart, which no one in the family knew about.

Minnie's favorite son was Lawrence, and she always said that when she died, she was taking him with her, as she couldn't bear to be parted from him.  He died one month to the day after her.... the day I was born.

My Grand-Aunt Suzie is Minnie's youngest child, her 12th.  When my brother was born, Suzie had a 6 month old daughter. Mom took Brother to go see Minnie in the nursing home. Minnie (who raised my Mom) patted Mom on the tummy and said, " I'm sorry I won't be here for the next one" Yes, she died one month to the day before I was born.   Anyway, Suzie took her daughter to see Minnie and all Minnie could talk about was my brother.   Suzie was so angry, she hated my Mom for the next 41 years, (To the day Mom died)  and its now been nearly 50 years, and Suzie still hates my brother, and me.

My Mom could tell you what was in the mailbox before she walked out there.   My Brother can tell the sex of an unborn baby.  If you tell him someone is expecting, he'll tell you what it is.   When I was expecting my son, I asked my brother if it was a boy or a girl, he started to cry, and said, I won't tell you.   Yes, my son was stillborn and my brother knew he would be.

Me? I can tell you who is on the phone and why they are calling without caller ID.... I've done this since I was a child.  I always knew when someone died because the phone rang different (only to me) and I would see a cross on the ceiling.

That's  all for one post.



Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: DottyG on February 26, 2008, 05:04:48 PM
That's  all for one post.

THEN START ANOTHER POST!!!  Pixie, if you have more, you can't leave it at just that!  I need to read more!

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Tabris on February 26, 2008, 05:06:07 PM
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My Mom could tell you what was in the mailbox before she walked out there.  

Back when I was applying to colleges, I was talking to my guardian angel every day. It was a really neat time. One day I came home, and as I  put my key in the lock, I had a VERY strong impulse that I'd gotten my first college acceptance upstairs. I said, "No, it's way too early for that."  *just go look.*  Nope--I went into my bedroom, unpacked my bag... *go look*  I sorted through my homework, turned on the radio. *go look.*  Fine, but it wouldn't be there.

Except there it was, my first college acceptance, delivered about a month and a half too early.  :D

---

About three years ago, while idling at a red light, I noticed a gravestone at the cemetery that said "Fosdick."  I'm a member of Battle of the Planets fandom, and "Fosdic" is a word there, so I figured I'd bring my camera sometime and get a shot of it.

The day I had a chance to do this was (ta-dah) October 2nd, the feast of Guardian Angels. I went to daily mass and then dropped by the cemetery on the way home. The instant I turned in to the cemetery, I totally lost my sense of direction. And I've got a *good* sense of direction. The cemetery isn't laid out badly, either. All I had to do was follow the fence around, but I had no idea where I was!

Eventually I made it to the place I needed to go, and I took LT2 out of the car, along with the camera, and went over to the grave. I took the shot, and then noticed there was a space, and the next grave on the other side of the space was *also* Fosdick. So I stepped over to the side and took a picture.

Instantly my camera started beeping like crazy. And then it shut itself off. I'd owned the camera for over two years at that point, and that had never happened before.

That's when I realized, it was totally silent. I couldn't even hear birds. My back was to one of the main roads in Tabrisville, and I knew there had to be a ton of traffic there, and I couldn't hear that either.

I turned the camera off and on again, and I took the picture. Still no sound from the world, but this time, the picture took.

I picked up LT2 and quietly went back to the car, thinking, 'There is NO WAY that engine is going to start.'

But it did start. And then I completely lost my sense of direction again trying to get out of the cemetery.

I didn't post the pictures on the fandom site. And the one where the camera turned off didn't take; the other one didn't have any ghost orbs or anything. For the next few months, whenever I passed that cemetery, I said a prayer for the family members buried there, and then one day I felt it was okay now, I didn't need to pray for them any longer.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Vegemite Girl on February 26, 2008, 05:49:04 PM

 My Brother can tell the sex of an unborn baby. 


I think I've told this one before, but - when I was pregnant with the twins they were lying in a position which made it nigh impossible to discern their genitalia. There was lots of speculation as to what they were but only 1 person got it right - my Mum. She said that every time she hugged me goodbye she had an almost overwhelming urge to say "Goodbye my *girls*".

Mum also says she knew what genders my brother and I were before we were born. There was no ultrasound available  when I was born (mid 70's) and although it was in use in the early 80's when bro was born it was against the law to tell an expectant parent the baby's sex. Mum had to have a scan for some reason, and she hounded the poor technician (nicely, though) to tell her what sex bro was, because she wanted to confirm her 'guess' was right. In the end the poor guy said "All I can say is, with thighs like this, if you're thinking future careers the All Blacks (NZ national rugby team) is an option."


Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Morrigan on February 27, 2008, 12:55:51 AM
I know someone who has a theory on the Guardian Angel thing. She says we're all higher beings, come here for some sort of purpose. Apparently human beings are basically monkeys compared to what we normally are. We don't like being here but for some reason we have to do it a number of times, before we 'graduate' to not having to do it anymore. She says we're paired, and one of us 'watches' the other during their time as a human. She says that being is often who we think of as our 'Guardian Angel'. I think it's an interesting theory.




That's my families theory as well.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: AprilRenee on February 27, 2008, 02:35:04 AM
I think I've posted most of my ghost stories here at one time or another, and since some are fairly long, I'll stick with the short stuff that i can't remember if I've posted.

All my life I've seen phantom cars and people on the roads at night. I'll look to the right, see a man standing there (the most recent was a guy with flaming red hair and beard), glance left and look right again and he will be gone. I see head lights behind me and they will just disapear, like a person turned off, only there isn't anywhere to turn off the road.

Once I was at a friends house, and a man walked up the sidewalk. The door slammed shut, locked and the lights in the house turned out. We could NOT open the door. Only when the man walked away did the lights turn back on and the door could be opened. I recently told my mom of this story and she said at the time there had been a series of home invasions with men posing as salesmen to get people to open the door.

My dryer door will open (the dryer turns off when you open the door) slam shut and then turn back on.

Sometimes when we leave the house the TV won't turn off. I will go through the house, turn off everything. I will push the button for the TV, turn around and walk away and it will turn back on. I even flipped the switch that cut the power to it...and it turned back on. Now I just say "Electricity is expensive, leave the TV off" and it usually works
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: jaxsue on February 27, 2008, 06:39:24 AM
I love these stories.

I have posted before about DS #2's abilities to see/hear things. He's been this way since he was very small and it's my theory that ability comes from DH's mom's family. They've had paranormal experiences from way back and are open about it.

This story I hesitate to relate, simply because it is so strange. Yet it did happen.

A few years ago, when DS (age 13 then) was in the Boy Scouts, he had an overnight visit to a WWII battleship (USS Yorktown) that's anchored in Charleston, SC. This ship saw lots of action and many men died on it.

He and his friends were in the biggest area of the ship where there are museum displays. It's a cavernous space. He noticed a man come in the room. He was dressed in uniform (not officer) and looked a bit dated. The man looked right at DS and made a beeline for him. No one else noticed the man or moved out of his way, and he moved fast.

He came straight for DS and grabbed his arm, pulling him to a small room that DS described as looking like the infirmary. He said something like, "You're staying here," and left the room, locking the door on the outside. DS couldn't get out, and he was in a room that was off limits to visitors. He yelled for help but being in a remote room, no one heard him.

Finally he heard a low whistle. He followed the sound, and the sound moved. Everytime he went to the spot where the sound came from, it moved again. He saw no one. Finally he came to a ladder in an ajoining room and was able to get out. To this day we can't figure out what happened. There's no way to rationalize it. Can a ghost touch you the way this man grabbed my son? Yet it happened, and no one else saw the man.

DS is used to paranormal encounters, but this one really scared him.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Sandi Papaya on February 27, 2008, 09:05:01 PM
OK, I just had to post to this thread, because I had something very weird happen to me today.

I have this headband that I use in the evenings, once I've taken my hair down, to keep it back off my face. This headband is ANCIENT - I've had it since sometime during my early teens (I'll be 33 next month). It's a style of headband/wrap that you don't see very often anymore - it's about 3 inches wide, gathered at one end with a strip of (matching) fabric about an inch wide. It's so old that the polka-dot design (which is screen-printed on) is cracked and peeling, the fabric is faded in spots and worn smooth, the sewing on the inside is coming apart, but I LOVE this thing. I won't wear it out in public, but I love it. It went through high school and college with me.

I have a habit of misplacing this headband every so often. I usually leave it on the bathroom counter after I'm done washing my face, etc, but some nights, I'll forget and leave it on until I go to bed, and by then I'm too tired to go back to the bathroom, so I'll just pull it off and toss it on the nightstand, and put it back in the bathroom in the morning.

A few nights ago, this was the case - except when I woke up in the morning, no headband was to be found. I looked under all my pillows, I turned the covers inside out, I looked under the bed. No headband. Every so often, I'd peek under the edges of the bed or run my hands under the blankets/pillows to make sure it wasn't there, and it wasn't.

This afternoon, I came home for lunch, and sitting there on my bed, as if it had never been gone, was my headband. Mind you, I didn't find it this morning and just leave it there to deal with when I got back home (either on lunch or after work). I haven't seen this thing for at least 3 days and I'm racking my brains as to where it could have gotten to. Or how it could have gotten on my bed when I wasn't looking.

These kinds of things have happened several times since I lost my grandma back in August. At times I'd say aloud, "Grandma, help me find [missing object]" - and several minutes later, the object I'd misplaced (I have a habit of mislaying things) would be right in plain sight.

This time, though, I did no such thing - I just figured I'd probably tossed it in with the dirty laundry and forgotten about it. But I guess not. I always know it'll turn up when I misplace it, but this was the first time it had ever turned up someplace completely unexpected.

I still have goosebumps.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: skbenny on February 27, 2008, 09:20:59 PM
Great stories. I'll add a few of mine.

I used to live near a RAAF base as a teenager and often enjoyed watching the Roulettes (Aeriel acrobatic fliers) do their maneuvers twice weekly. One night my mother, brother and I stayed up to early morning on the outside trampoline talking. My brother noticed some lights fairly high up, way above the range the Roulettes' flew, and pointed them out to us. We watched as they did 90 degree turns, spirals, played chicken with each other and streaking through the sky at impossible speeds. They were not the Roulettes flying, we called them the next day to see if they were. We were enjoying the show until mum muttered 'great, they're back' and she did not look happy and went back inside. The next day she told us that UFO sightings are common in our family and to keep far away from them. The look on her face prevented us from asking why, I think she looked both upset and scared. There is a reason why she is afraid but we cannot find out, every family member goes quiet and refuses to answer so we stopped asking.

I have posted almost this exact same story on a previous thread.

The only difference is that we lived across the freeway from a US Air Force Base and my mother was not involved.  It was just us kids (siblings and friends) sleeping out in the back yard in the '60's.  Way high pins of light doing ninty-degree turns is neat, until you think about who could have been doing them.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: M-theory on February 27, 2008, 09:23:07 PM
Jaxsue, didn't you about pee your pants? :o



http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/02/11/funny-pictures-pleez-tell-me-you-see-dem-too/

Yes, I did. It was surreal. I thought I must be imagining things. But DS saw it, too.

Thanks for the link. Creepy picture. But the posts....wow...does this pass for intelligent communication nowadays?  :'(

That's just the way people talk on ICHC. It's affected.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: WonderWoman on February 27, 2008, 10:08:55 PM
I can relate to the missing headband story. I lived in an apartment once where things like that happened. The most memorable was the instance regarding my point & shoot camera.

BG: The apartment building dated back to the 1920's, which is reasonably old in the U.S. It was a large building with probably 100 apartments total. It had a shabby charm about it. My then DF/now DH and I shared the place. We illegally changed the locks, so we know we only had access to the apartment.

Anyway, the apartment had some neat little touches, like an ironing board that swung from the wall and some built-in cupboards. The cupboards had drawers that were wide but shallow. I stored some odds and ends in there - pizza coupons, pens, and my camera, a cheap point & shoot, film and batteries.

One day I open the drawer to get the camera and it's not there. I look around the apartment - no camera. I knew we hadn't taken it anywhere. So DF looks for it, again, no camera.

This wasn't a fine piece of equipment, but I was perturbed because 1) I didn't have money to replace it, 2) I LOOOVE to take pictures and 3) I couldn't figure out where it was.

For weeks we searched for it. We took everything out of the drawer - nothing. We emptied out all of our drawers and closets, still nothing.

Finally weeks later, I open the drawer to get a pen or something and there's the camera. I still have no idea where it went or how it got back. I know for a fact I took everything out of that drawer and it wasn't there. I know no one else had access to the apartment. And I'm fairly sure DF wasn't playing a trick on me. (It's not his personality and there was no pay off, and he wanted the camera, too.)

Maybe someone else was playing a trick?

In that apartment, I also awoke one night to a form of billowy smoke in the corner of the room by my bed. I stared at it for some time, thinking my eyes just weren't adjusting. Eventually it disappeared. Freaked me right out.

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Sandi Papaya on February 27, 2008, 10:21:52 PM
I can relate to the missing headband story. I lived in an apartment once where things like that happened. The most memorable was the instance regarding my point & shoot camera.

BG: The apartment building dated back to the 1920's, which is reasonably old in the U.S. It was a large building with probably 100 apartments total. It had a shabby charm about it. My then DF/now DH and I shared the place. We illegally changed the locks, so we know we only had access to the apartment.

Hmmmm...well, my house isn't that old (built in 1984, I think?), and weird things have happened before, but I "talk" to my grandma all the time ever since she passed away last August. Weird things have started happening with a little more frequency lately.

A few weeks ago, I went to bed fairly early on a Friday evening, but woke up about 2 hours later (it was about 11 pm - I never go to bed early on Fridays, but I was feeling a little unwell). I felt like someone was sitting on the edge of my bed. When I came to full consciousness, the sensation of weight on the edge of the bed was gone. I went back to sleep.

Several hours later, I woke up again, because that feeling of weight on the edge of the bed was back. I was half-asleep, but I felt the weight SHIFT upward, toward me. I went back to sleep again, and didn't wake up till about 9 the following morning, but I never fell deeply asleep again that night, and that presence, and that weight, stayed there on my bed all night. I didn't ask her to come, but I think it was my grandma making sure I was OK.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: jaxsue on February 28, 2008, 07:53:59 AM
Jaxsue, didn't you about pee your pants? :o



http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/02/11/funny-pictures-pleez-tell-me-you-see-dem-too/

Yes, I did. It was surreal. I thought I must be imagining things. But DS saw it, too.

Thanks for the link. Creepy picture. But the posts....wow...does this pass for intelligent communication nowadays?  :'(

That's just the way people talk on ICHC. It's affected.

I see people "talking" like this on many internet sites. I'm pretty sure I'm older than most of them (46) and tend to be old school when it comes to communication. I admit, it bugs me.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: M-theory on February 28, 2008, 08:44:40 AM
Jaxsue, didn't you about pee your pants? :o



http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/02/11/funny-pictures-pleez-tell-me-you-see-dem-too/

Yes, I did. It was surreal. I thought I must be imagining things. But DS saw it, too.

Thanks for the link. Creepy picture. But the posts....wow...does this pass for intelligent communication nowadays?  :'(

That's just the way people talk on ICHC. It's affected.

I see people "talking" like this on many internet sites. I'm pretty sure I'm older than most of them (46) and tend to be old school when it comes to communication. I admit, it bugs me.

I understand why it might be annoying, but does it help that it really is affected? I promise. I talk to my friends in LOLCat, but each and every one of us is perfectly capable of writing an excellent essay. In fact, having good English is my job.

If anyone actually talked like that all the time, well...I'd be a little worried about their mental state.

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: jaxsue on February 28, 2008, 11:17:07 AM
Jaxsue, didn't you about pee your pants? :o



http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/02/11/funny-pictures-pleez-tell-me-you-see-dem-too/

Yes, I did. It was surreal. I thought I must be imagining things. But DS saw it, too.

Thanks for the link. Creepy picture. But the posts....wow...does this pass for intelligent communication nowadays?  :'(

That's just the way people talk on ICHC. It's affected.

I see people "talking" like this on many internet sites. I'm pretty sure I'm older than most of them (46) and tend to be old school when it comes to communication. I admit, it bugs me.

I understand why it might be annoying, but does it help that it really is affected? I promise. I talk to my friends in LOLCat, but each and every one of us is perfectly capable of writing an excellent essay. In fact, having good English is my job.

If anyone actually talked like that all the time, well...I'd be a little worried about their mental state.



I believe you (your writing skills), judging by your posts. I think it's just a generational difference (to be fair, I see a lot of shoddy writing from people my age, too). I write this way no matter what I'm doing online - it's just the way I am.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: LiveLoveLearn on February 28, 2008, 12:11:14 PM
I have a current story to post, and maybe if I post it, I'll get a little cooperation. 

The women on my mom's side have always been very tuned into spiritual things.  Mine is primarily a second sight which is common among highland celts (which we are part).  However, I also have a very mischevious spirit that has hung around my entire life.  I can remember having conversations with it as a child that I thought were dreams for years until I finally talked to my mom and found out it's a common occurance in our family to have a spirit that hangs around.  As I've gotten older, I've tuned it out more and more just because life has gotten so busy.  I think this annoys my spirit because it's gotten more and more mischevious in general.  Instead of little things like lights that refuse to turn off or the radio playing when it's unplugged, now it steals things from me.

A year and a half ago, our spare house keys disappeared from our locked fire box in DH's office.  They have not been seen since, so we have made another spare set and put it elsewhere.  Last week, I was getting ready to hang some decorations in the playroom.  I got the drill and drill bits out, put them on the table, and went back for the extension cord.  When I returned, the drill bits were gone.  No one else was home and the cats were locked in the master bedroom as they tend to try and trip me when I'm on the ladder.  The drill bits have not been seen since, meanwhile the list of things I need the drill for is growing a mile a minute.  I'm very annoyed this time.  We don't have the money for a new set of drill bits.  I don't want to have to buy a new set because I already own one and if my spirit would kindly return them, I promise to pay more attention to it.  Perhaps, in fact dear spirit, you can come visit the boys now?  I realize they are males and at this point the Scottish blood is rather diluted, but pretty pretty please leave my tools, my contacts, my glasses, keys, goo gone and various household implents alone already.  And if you happen to know where my empty Jack Skellington wallet is, I would like that back too.

I'll post more stories at some other time, I'm just hoping that this will convince my spirit that I really would like my drill bits back.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: M-theory on February 28, 2008, 01:20:12 PM
Jaxsue, didn't you about pee your pants? :o



http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/02/11/funny-pictures-pleez-tell-me-you-see-dem-too/

Yes, I did. It was surreal. I thought I must be imagining things. But DS saw it, too.

Thanks for the link. Creepy picture. But the posts....wow...does this pass for intelligent communication nowadays?  :'(

That's just the way people talk on ICHC. It's affected.

I see people "talking" like this on many internet sites. I'm pretty sure I'm older than most of them (46) and tend to be old school when it comes to communication. I admit, it bugs me.

I understand why it might be annoying, but does it help that it really is affected? I promise. I talk to my friends in LOLCat, but each and every one of us is perfectly capable of writing an excellent essay. In fact, having good English is my job.

If anyone actually talked like that all the time, well...I'd be a little worried about their mental state.



I believe you (your writing skills), judging by your posts. I think it's just a generational difference (to be fair, I see a lot of shoddy writing from people my age, too). I write this way no matter what I'm doing online - it's just the way I am.

I respect that totally, and will make a conscious effort never to talk to you in LOLCat. Even if I turn into a cat. ;)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Missy2U on February 28, 2008, 01:35:11 PM
I know someone who has a theory on the Guardian Angel thing. She says we're all higher beings, come here for some sort of purpose. Apparently human beings are basically monkeys compared to what we normally are. We don't like being here but for some reason we have to do it a number of times, before we 'graduate' to not having to do it anymore. She says we're paired, and one of us 'watches' the other during their time as a human. She says that being is often who we think of as our 'Guardian Angel'. I think it's an interesting theory.

This mirrors some of my beliefs pretty closely as well but mine tie in with astrology as well.  My husband thinks I'm nuts, so we just don't talk about it.

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: JanetCinNC on February 28, 2008, 01:41:40 PM
Jaxsue, didn't you about pee your pants? :o



http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/02/11/funny-pictures-pleez-tell-me-you-see-dem-too/

Yes, I did. It was surreal. I thought I must be imagining things. But DS saw it, too.

Thanks for the link. Creepy picture. But the posts....wow...does this pass for intelligent communication nowadays?  :'(

That's just the way people talk on ICHC. It's affected.

I see people "talking" like this on many internet sites. I'm pretty sure I'm older than most of them (46) and tend to be old school when it comes to communication. I admit, it bugs me.

I think the way the talk on I Can Has Cheezburger is supposed to be the fractured English that cats speak.  It's used for the goofy captions of all the pictures of animals they post on there.  It's funny when the animals are supposedly saying it, but it's a little strange to see the people using it for their comments, too.  The "language" is called "lolcat", I think.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Vegemite Girl on February 28, 2008, 01:42:23 PM
I know someone who has a theory on the Guardian Angel thing. She says we're all higher beings, come here for some sort of purpose. Apparently human beings are basically monkeys compared to what we normally are. We don't like being here but for some reason we have to do it a number of times, before we 'graduate' to not having to do it anymore. She says we're paired, and one of us 'watches' the other during their time as a human. She says that being is often who we think of as our 'Guardian Angel'. I think it's an interesting theory.

This mirrors some of my beliefs pretty closely as well but mine tie in with astrology as well.  My husband thinks I'm nuts, so we just don't talk about it.



My Dh thinks I'm mad as well.  ;D  I'm not sure I 100% accept this theory, but it makes much more sense to me than any other I've heard.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: spiffy on February 28, 2008, 04:27:13 PM
Another really creepy one:

Years ago, I got up one night to go to the bathroom and found that my BF at the time was not in bed.  I went to the bathroom and he is standing there in front of the sink staring at the mirror in a sort of trance.  I peek in to see what he is looking at and see his reflection.  Suddenly, the face in his reflection gets a really creepy, evil looking grin.  I glance at BF and his face is perfectly still.  I glance back at the reflection and it is still evil-grinning.  I was scared!  I turned the light off, grabbed his arm, pulled him out and closed the door.  We looked at each other and I asked if he saw that.  He replied that he had.  Neither of us could figure out what it was, but he has been known to attract "unfriendly things".

One of BF's exGF used to buy pendants of "idols" (different Buddhas and gods), wear them, pray to them, then subsequently toss them aside for another.  (Which from what I understand is a no-no because they get upset as it is considered disrespectful.)  They used to have furniture floating in the air, even while people were sitting on them and "things" visit them all the time.

One time, they were in bed and BF felt something crawling under the covers.  He opened his eyes and saw a bump under the cover moving up towards his head.  Suddenly, this little head peeped out and did a "blah!" then disappeared.  He nudged his GF and she said don't say it!  I felt it moving up my body!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: shadowfox79 on February 29, 2008, 05:05:39 AM
Another really creepy one:

Years ago, I got up one night to go to the bathroom and found that my BF at the time was not in bed.  I went to the bathroom and he is standing there in front of the sink staring at the mirror in a sort of trance.  I peek in to see what he is looking at and see his reflection.  Suddenly, the face in his reflection gets a really creepy, evil looking grin.  I glance at BF and his face is perfectly still.  I glance back at the reflection and it is still evil-grinning.  I was scared!  I turned the light off, grabbed his arm, pulled him out and closed the door.  We looked at each other and I asked if he saw that.  He replied that he had.  Neither of us could figure out what it was, but he has been known to attract "unfriendly things".

Oh, that's done it now. I already have a phobia about looking in the mirror at night, caused by too many horror films where Evil Things pop up in the reflection.

And then I read this?? I'm going straight home to pull every single mirror off the wall.   ;)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Akarui Kibuno on February 29, 2008, 05:18:36 AM
I LOVE this thread.

Keep it coming, everyone. The only story I'd have... oh well, I guess I can say it. LOL.

I was about six or seven, maybe even less. The apartment was laid out as follows : entrance door, sort of lobby. Left of lobby, kitchen. Right of lobby, living room. North of lobby, door to long corridor. End of corridor, the toilet, left of the toilet, room one, right of the toilet, room two, and in the middle of the corridor between the toilet and the lobby door, bath room.

Which meant if you were sitting on the toilet with all doors open you could see the entrance door. Until then, normal, heh ? Well it was to me until, one night, I went to do my business and stared at the door in disbelief. There was a neon green "drawing" of a very odd (but not friendly) creature that seemed glowing.

Needless to say, I finished quickly and ran to bed. To this day everyone still thinks I imagined things...
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Stormtreader on February 29, 2008, 05:38:26 AM
I have a current story to post, and maybe if I post it, I'll get a little cooperation. 

The women on my mom's side have always been very tuned into spiritual things.  Mine is primarily a second sight which is common among highland celts (which we are part).  However, I also have a very mischevious spirit that has hung around my entire life.  I can remember having conversations with it as a child that I thought were dreams for years until I finally talked to my mom and found out it's a common occurance in our family to have a spirit that hangs around.  As I've gotten older, I've tuned it out more and more just because life has gotten so busy.  I think this annoys my spirit because it's gotten more and more mischevious in general.  Instead of little things like lights that refuse to turn off or the radio playing when it's unplugged, now it steals things from me.

A year and a half ago, our spare house keys disappeared from our locked fire box in DH's office.  They have not been seen since, so we have made another spare set and put it elsewhere.  Last week, I was getting ready to hang some decorations in the playroom.  I got the drill and drill bits out, put them on the table, and went back for the extension cord.  When I returned, the drill bits were gone.  No one else was home and the cats were locked in the master bedroom as they tend to try and trip me when I'm on the ladder.  The drill bits have not been seen since, meanwhile the list of things I need the drill for is growing a mile a minute.  I'm very annoyed this time.  We don't have the money for a new set of drill bits.  I don't want to have to buy a new set because I already own one and if my spirit would kindly return them, I promise to pay more attention to it.  Perhaps, in fact dear spirit, you can come visit the boys now?  I realize they are males and at this point the Scottish blood is rather diluted, but pretty pretty please leave my tools, my contacts, my glasses, keys, goo gone and various household implents alone already.  And if you happen to know where my empty Jack Skellington wallet is, I would like that back too.

I'll post more stories at some other time, I'm just hoping that this will convince my spirit that I really would like my drill bits back.

Ive heard that theyre just trying to 'join in' when they play pranks, and that you should try saying out loud something like 'ok, you got me, but I really need those drill bits back now please'.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: spiffy on February 29, 2008, 01:34:31 PM
Another really creepy one:

Years ago, I got up one night to go to the bathroom and found that my BF at the time was not in bed.  I went to the bathroom and he is standing there in front of the sink staring at the mirror in a sort of trance.  I peek in to see what he is looking at and see his reflection.  Suddenly, the face in his reflection gets a really creepy, evil looking grin.  I glance at BF and his face is perfectly still.  I glance back at the reflection and it is still evil-grinning.  I was scared!  I turned the light off, grabbed his arm, pulled him out and closed the door.  We looked at each other and I asked if he saw that.  He replied that he had.  Neither of us could figure out what it was, but he has been known to attract "unfriendly things".

Oh, that's done it now. I already have a phobia about looking in the mirror at night, caused by too many horror films where Evil Things pop up in the reflection.

And then I read this?? I'm going straight home to pull every single mirror off the wall.   ;)

My biggest "thing" with mirrors is if there are 2 of them are reflecting each other.  Everytime I see one, it gives me the heebie-jeebies...for some reason, I feel like they are a portal (and not one leading to music and light). 
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: hot_shaker on February 29, 2008, 01:48:51 PM
Another really creepy one:

Years ago, I got up one night to go to the bathroom and found that my BF at the time was not in bed.  I went to the bathroom and he is standing there in front of the sink staring at the mirror in a sort of trance.  I peek in to see what he is looking at and see his reflection.  Suddenly, the face in his reflection gets a really creepy, evil looking grin.  I glance at BF and his face is perfectly still.  I glance back at the reflection and it is still evil-grinning.  I was scared!  I turned the light off, grabbed his arm, pulled him out and closed the door.  We looked at each other and I asked if he saw that.  He replied that he had.  Neither of us could figure out what it was, but he has been known to attract "unfriendly things".

Oh, that's done it now. I already have a phobia about looking in the mirror at night, caused by too many horror films where Evil Things pop up in the reflection.

And then I read this?? I'm going straight home to pull every single mirror off the wall.   ;)

My biggest "thing" with mirrors is if there are 2 of them are reflecting each other.  Everytime I see one, it gives me the heebie-jeebies...for some reason, I feel like they are a portal (and not one leading to music and light). 

I'm glad to read that I'm not the only one who has a "thing" with mirrors.  I refuse to look in any mirrors in dim lighting or at night time.  I hate sleeping in hotel rooms where you can see the mirror from the bed - just freaks me out.  In fact, most of the old buildings had various stories, but I never had the guts to investigate.

And "Bloody Mary"?  Forget.  Even at the age of 29, I still can't do it.

My college, which was pretty old by US standards, had a drawing room with two mirrors facing each other.  Supposedly if you looked into them you would see something/someone.  Never worked up the courage to try it.  :-\

I have two thoughts on this thread:
1) These stories are great, keep 'em coming.
2) You all are some very brave people.  If anything remotely as scary as you all described happened to me, I would never get out from under the covers.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: housewife2k on February 29, 2008, 02:08:14 PM
I don't keep mirrors in my bedroom, nor my boys bedrooms. The only mirror, that isn't part of a compact or toy, in my house is in th bathroom. I just am really uncomfortable with them at night. Mirrors are portals, I believe I've stated my feelings on that here before.

I firmly blieve that buildings pick up the personalities/feelings/emotions that are in them. If many bad things happen in a building, the building has a bad feeling.

I have a whole slew of stories, but I am not sure which ones I want to post, and which ones I have already posted.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: CreteGirl on February 29, 2008, 02:18:41 PM
I don't keep mirrors in my bedroom, nor my boys bedrooms. The only mirror, that isn't part of a compact or toy, in my house is in th bathroom. I just am really uncomfortable with them at night. Mirrors are portals, I believe I've stated my feelings on that here before.

I firmly blieve that buildings pick up the personalities/feelings/emotions that are in them. If many bad things happen in a building, the building has a bad feeling.

I have a whole slew of stories, but I am not sure which ones I want to post, and which ones I have already posted.

Well, keep posting and we will gladly keep reading!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: hot_shaker on February 29, 2008, 02:27:54 PM
I don't keep mirrors in my bedroom, nor my boys bedrooms. The only mirror, that isn't part of a compact or toy, in my house is in th bathroom. I just am really uncomfortable with them at night. Mirrors are portals, I believe I've stated my feelings on that here before.

I firmly blieve that buildings pick up the personalities/feelings/emotions that are in them. If many bad things happen in a building, the building has a bad feeling.

I have a whole slew of stories, but I am not sure which ones I want to post, and which ones I have already posted.

Well, keep posting and we will gladly keep reading!

I second this.  Even if I've read it before, I'll gladly read it again!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: AprilRenee on February 29, 2008, 02:29:56 PM
I don't do mirrors either. NO mirrors in the bedrooms, only the bathroom. I won't even LOOK at a mirror if it's dark in the room.

Bloody Mary> no way in hell will I try that.

why invite trouble?
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: MDefarge on February 29, 2008, 02:48:30 PM
I totally agree with the PP's pluuuuease keep posting your stories, I love reading them!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: housewife2k on February 29, 2008, 02:52:34 PM
One that I rarely tell.
As a small child, I lived in a trailer court. There was a wooded area with a creek that ran behind the trailer court, that I could easily get to from my yard. From as early as I can remember to about 6, I would go and sit on the bridge over the creek when I was upset. There was a woman, with damp clothes and green hair, who would always come and sit next to me. She would sometimes talk about her daughter, how much she missed her daughter, and how much I reminded her of her daughter. She would also talk to me when I was upset because things at home weren't great, or someone was making fun of me, or whatever else troubled a small me. Sometimes I would have dreams where she was looking for something, and she could never find it. Sometimes I would have dreams where we were talking, but we would be under the water.
One day, she stopped visiting me, on the bridge, and I stopped dreaming about her. I went home, crying, and told my mom that the lady at the bridge stopped being my friend. Mom sat me down, asked a lot of questions, made a lot of calls, and told me that she had to go home to her daughter, and everything was fine.
When I got older, mom asked me if I remembered. I told her that of course I did.
Mom pulled out this old folder of old newspaper clippings. The top picture was of the woman and a little girl, probably about 4. They lived in teh trailer court a few years before my mom moved in, they went missing. A few days after they went missing, the woman was found drowned in teh creek. The hadn't found the daughter. About the time that I told my mom the woman quit visiting with me, the woman's parent identified a body that was found on the woman's ex boyfriends out of state property of being the woman's daughter.

That was the point that my mom believed I was a special, if not wierd, child.

All of my boys have conversations with empty rooms. Oldest can describe every close relative who passed before he was born, right down to their scent.

I will post more later, as I need to head out for a bit.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Sabbyfrog2 on February 29, 2008, 03:23:08 PM
Another really creepy one:

Years ago, I got up one night to go to the bathroom and found that my BF at the time was not in bed.  I went to the bathroom and he is standing there in front of the sink staring at the mirror in a sort of trance.  I peek in to see what he is looking at and see his reflection.  Suddenly, the face in his reflection gets a really creepy, evil looking grin.  I glance at BF and his face is perfectly still.  I glance back at the reflection and it is still evil-grinning.  I was scared!  I turned the light off, grabbed his arm, pulled him out and closed the door.  We looked at each other and I asked if he saw that.  He replied that he had.  Neither of us could figure out what it was, but he has been known to attract "unfriendly things".

Oh, that's done it now. I already have a phobia about looking in the mirror at night, caused by too many horror films where Evil Things pop up in the reflection.

And then I read this?? I'm going straight home to pull every single mirror off the wall.   ;)

That was it for me. I already had the heebie jeebies (in braod daylight, sitting at my well lit desk) but now I am really scared.

....Keep the stories coming!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Vegemite Girl on February 29, 2008, 03:31:30 PM
One that I rarely tell.
As a small child, I lived in a trailer court. There was a wooded area with a creek that ran behind the trailer court, that I could easily get to from my yard. From as early as I can remember to about 6, I would go and sit on the bridge over the creek when I was upset. There was a woman, with damp clothes and green hair, who would always come and sit next to me. She would sometimes talk about her daughter, how much she missed her daughter, and how much I reminded her of her daughter. She would also talk to me when I was upset because things at home weren't great, or someone was making fun of me, or whatever else troubled a small me. Sometimes I would have dreams where she was looking for something, and she could never find it. Sometimes I would have dreams where we were talking, but we would be under the water.
One day, she stopped visiting me, on the bridge, and I stopped dreaming about her. I went home, crying, and told my mom that the lady at the bridge stopped being my friend. Mom sat me down, asked a lot of questions, made a lot of calls, and told me that she had to go home to her daughter, and everything was fine.
When I got older, mom asked me if I remembered. I told her that of course I did.
Mom pulled out this old folder of old newspaper clippings. The top picture was of the woman and a little girl, probably about 4. They lived in teh trailer court a few years before my mom moved in, they went missing. A few days after they went missing, the woman was found drowned in teh creek. The hadn't found the daughter. About the time that I told my mom the woman quit visiting with me, the woman's parent identified a body that was found on the woman's ex boyfriends out of state property of being the woman's daughter.

That was the point that my mom believed I was a special, if not wierd, child.

All of my boys have conversations with empty rooms. Oldest can describe every close relative who passed before he was born, right down to their scent.

I will post more later, as I need to head out for a bit.

Oh wow.

I'm sure this isn't appropriate, considering the circumstances that bought her to you, but this struck me as a really beautiful story.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: CreteGirl on February 29, 2008, 03:58:20 PM
I know I should know this, but what is the story with Bloody Mary and the mirror?
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Morrigan on February 29, 2008, 04:05:45 PM
I know I should know this, but what is the story with Bloody Mary and the mirror?

You stand in front of a mirror in a dark room (sometimes at a certain time) and chant "Bloody Mary" a certain amount (it varies) and supposedly she'll come through the mirror-either you'll see her, she'll grab you etc.

If you google "Bloody Mary" you'll find many legends on her.  She's a bit like la Llorna (I think that's spelled right.)  Also a bit like the Candyman (from the movies.)

The Shadowlands (theshadowlands.net) has a great section on her.

A great thing from Snopes.com on it: http://www.snopes.com/horrors/ghosts/bloodymary.asp
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Suze on February 29, 2008, 04:16:38 PM
Ok - here goes my "creepout story"

Late night - I am in bed, when someTHING yells in my ear. I can't make out words but it had the same intensity as if you yelled "murderer" in someones face.

Now at the time I was just getting back into "touch" with the astral side of my being.  (I had locked off a good protion of myself after a musuem encouter - will tell that one next) I pulled up the "white light" into a ball and "threw" it at the source of the "voice"

In the space of that second my heartrate went from a "billion beats a minuite" to normal.  and the smothering feeling fell away.

I am not sure just what made it past the protection of all the ash trees in the yard (I had tried to "link" them into a circle, and was told by friends that our house had the most peacefull vibe ever) I am still surprised that there isn't a real burn mark on the closet door....

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Ok - the museum story

1977 - Chicago Field Musuem - King Tut Exibit

First item on the "tour" was a carved wooden head of the "Boy King" huge crack down one side.

I saw it fresh and new laying in my hands, but they wern't "MY" hands.  The hands I saw were larger, darker, older, and "worn".  I KNEW that they were the craftsman's hands that first carved and painted the head, and somehow I also KNEW that they WERE my hands.

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OK - Bad memory/good memory time

The night that my Mother died.  I was holding her up in bed so that she could breath easier.

Her last words were "Let me go" I looked up and saw Daddy come to get her.

She left me then. But her body stopped at the hospital.

At least she and Daddy are together again.

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That's it - I'm crying now. .....
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: housewife2k on February 29, 2008, 06:01:44 PM
One that I rarely tell.
As a small child, I lived in a trailer court. There was a wooded area with a creek that ran behind the trailer court, that I could easily get to from my yard. From as early as I can remember to about 6, I would go and sit on the bridge over the creek when I was upset. There was a woman, with damp clothes and green hair, who would always come and sit next to me. She would sometimes talk about her daughter, how much she missed her daughter, and how much I reminded her of her daughter. She would also talk to me when I was upset because things at home weren't great, or someone was making fun of me, or whatever else troubled a small me. Sometimes I would have dreams where she was looking for something, and she could never find it. Sometimes I would have dreams where we were talking, but we would be under the water.
One day, she stopped visiting me, on the bridge, and I stopped dreaming about her. I went home, crying, and told my mom that the lady at the bridge stopped being my friend. Mom sat me down, asked a lot of questions, made a lot of calls, and told me that she had to go home to her daughter, and everything was fine.
When I got older, mom asked me if I remembered. I told her that of course I did.
Mom pulled out this old folder of old newspaper clippings. The top picture was of the woman and a little girl, probably about 4. They lived in teh trailer court a few years before my mom moved in, they went missing. A few days after they went missing, the woman was found drowned in teh creek. The hadn't found the daughter. About the time that I told my mom the woman quit visiting with me, the woman's parent identified a body that was found on the woman's ex boyfriends out of state property of being the woman's daughter.

That was the point that my mom believed I was a special, if not wierd, child.

All of my boys have conversations with empty rooms. Oldest can describe every close relative who passed before he was born, right down to their scent.

I will post more later, as I need to head out for a bit.

Oh wow.

I'm sure this isn't appropriate, considering the circumstances that bought her to you, but this struck me as a really beautiful story.
Now that I am older, I think she came to me because I comforted her, reminding her of her daughter. She only left when she was able to be with her girl.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Sandi Papaya on February 29, 2008, 07:27:49 PM
  She's a bit like la Llorna (I think that's spelled right.)  Also a bit like the Candyman (from the movies.)

It's "La Llorona." Just thought I'd point it out. :)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Liebling on February 29, 2008, 07:40:10 PM
I have no experiences as scary as most of the ones told here. But at my old house, where my parents still live, I used to stand at the bathroom sink (while cleaning my teeth, doing hair etc) and I used to catch something peering around the bathroom door out of the corner of my eye. I'd whip around to look at it, and it would disappear in a fraction of a second. I could never make out shape, form, or anything, all I ever got was that it was small (came up to about halfway up the door), and darkish coloured. It could may well have been a trick of the light or something like that (nothing else unexplainable ever happened in that house), but it happened fairly often, and at different times of the day.

I was never scared, I just wanted to know what it was! Doesn't happen where I'm living now.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: housewife2k on February 29, 2008, 09:19:20 PM
I have no experiences as scary as most of the ones told here. But at my old house, where my parents still live, I used to stand at the bathroom sink (while cleaning my teeth, doing hair etc) and I used to catch something peering around the bathroom door out of the corner of my eye. I'd whip around to look at it, and it would disappear in a fraction of a second. I could never make out shape, form, or anything, all I ever got was that it was small (came up to about halfway up the door), and darkish coloured. It could may well have been a trick of the light or something like that (nothing else unexplainable ever happened in that house), but it happened fairly often, and at different times of the day.

I was never scared, I just wanted to know what it was! Doesn't happen where I'm living now.
It sounds like a curious child.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Sandi Papaya on February 29, 2008, 09:42:17 PM
I forgot to post this last night, but I told my aunt about what happened the other day with my headband. Immediately, without any prompting from me, she said, "That was Mima [the nickname we used for my grandma]. She knew it was driving you crazy and she put it where you'd find it. I know; she's done it for me, too."

She also told me that a few days ago, my mom put up a picture of my grandma and grandpa (note: I haven't had the opportunity to ask my mom about this yet. Verification to come later) in a frame. I'm not sure which picture of them it was (there are several throughout our house), or what frame it was in, but apparently sometime later my mom found the frame face-down and the picture lying next to the frame.

Like I said, my mom hasn't mentioned anything to me about this, and I'm pretty sure it didn't happen while I was in the house; she would surely have asked me about it. But even if I'd been here when it happened, what cause would I have to do something like that?
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: housewife2k on February 29, 2008, 09:44:13 PM
I forgot to post this last night, but I told my aunt about what happened the other day with my headband. Immediately, without any prompting from me, she said, "That was Mima [the nickname we used for my grandma]. She knew it was driving you crazy and she put it where you'd find it. I know; she's done it for me, too."

She also told me that a few days ago, my mom put up a picture of my grandma and grandpa (note: I haven't had the opportunity to ask my mom about this yet. Verification to come later) in a frame. I'm not sure which picture of them it was (there are several throughout our house), or what frame it was in, but apparently sometime later my mom found the frame face-down and the picture lying next to the frame.

Like I said, my mom hasn't mentioned anything to me about this, and I'm pretty sure it didn't happen while I was in the house; she would surely have asked me about it. But even if I'd been here when it happened, what cause would I have to do something like that?
Well, if you did it, you would have had the same motivation as whoever did do it. They didn't like the frame, or they didn't like the picture.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Morrigan on February 29, 2008, 10:02:44 PM
  She's a bit like la Llorna (I think that's spelled right.)  Also a bit like the Candyman (from the movies.)

It's "La Llorona." Just thought I'd point it out. :)


Thanks!  I thought (after I posted) that it didn't look quite right...
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Sandi Papaya on February 29, 2008, 10:09:56 PM
I forgot to post this last night, but I told my aunt about what happened the other day with my headband. Immediately, without any prompting from me, she said, "That was Mima [the nickname we used for my grandma]. She knew it was driving you crazy and she put it where you'd find it. I know; she's done it for me, too."

She also told me that a few days ago, my mom put up a picture of my grandma and grandpa (note: I haven't had the opportunity to ask my mom about this yet. Verification to come later) in a frame. I'm not sure which picture of them it was (there are several throughout our house), or what frame it was in, but apparently sometime later my mom found the frame face-down and the picture lying next to the frame.

Like I said, my mom hasn't mentioned anything to me about this, and I'm pretty sure it didn't happen while I was in the house; she would surely have asked me about it. But even if I'd been here when it happened, what cause would I have to do something like that?
Well, if you did it, you would have had the same motivation as whoever did do it. They didn't like the frame, or they didn't like the picture.

I'm not in the habit of removing the pictures someone else puts up. :) I'm thinking it was grandma, and she probably didn't like the frame, or it would have been the picture that was face-down.

I'm going off on a total tangent here, but I just remembered something else weird about a picture of someone who died a long time ago. My aunt's friend Carmen has been a longtime friend of the family; she's almost like another one of my aunts (in fact, I used to call her "Auntie Carmen" when I was little). She lost her mother to cancer when I was about 7.

Carmen and all her sisters (she has four sisters, and five brothers - HUGE family) have the same picture of their mother. In it, she's outside her house, in broad daylight, wearing a black or navy blue dress. One day, close to the anniversary of her death, one of the sisters noticed a narrow, vertical white stripe about a half-inch long on the picture where none had been before, directly over her mother's heart. She shrugged it off as just a dust mote and went on her merry way.

As the days crept nearer to the date of her mother's death, she talked to another one of her sisters, who mentioned a little white spot on "Mom's picture," and described it as being exactly in the same spot as the one the first sister had discovered. Mind you, these are two copies of a picture, in two different homes, in cities several miles apart. The first sister noticed that the little white stripe had begun to take on a bit of a weird blur at the very top of the stripe, one that looked distinctly like a candle flame. She remarked on this to her other sister, who looked at the picture in her home - it had the same thing.

Eventually, all five sisters talked to each other and discovered, on the date of the anniversary, that all five sisters had had the same thing happen - something like a candle had appeared over their mother's heart in each of the five copies of the picture. Eventually, it faded, but now, every year around the time of her death, it comes back. I've seen this picture several times, both around the time of the mother's death and at other times, and I can verify this. When it's not close to that date, her dress is solid black (or maybe navy blue; the picture's from the '70s, so it's a little reddish and faded, and it's hard to tell what color the dress really was). When it's close to the anniversary of her death, there's always a little white spot, that looks like a tiny, tiny candle, right over her heart.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Melxb on February 29, 2008, 10:19:23 PM
I've been following this thread for days, but didn't quite know where or how to put in my experiences regarding the paranormal, so to speak.  There are certain women in my family that have a touch of "something" in them.  With some, it's like they are mediums or conduits from this world to the next.  With some, it's true future predictions.  With others, they can see "dead people."  I have a little bit of it.  My mother has a little bit of this.  Some of my cousins and one other aunt I know has this.  Not every female in my family has it.  My sister doesn't, but I think my niece, her daughter does.

My niece, who is 6, used to have conversations with other little kids who simply were not there. She always been a very verbal child and every since she was able to, she has communicated with her "friends" who she swears on not imaginary.  One child is the spitting image of a brother of my mother who died when he was very young, 4 yrs old, from pneumonia in another country.  She has described him down to the color of his eyes and hair.  Very weird.

My grandmother used to be able to predict the sex of any child before birth.  She would literally just look at a pregnant woman, and know the sex of the child.  In one case, she broke out into tears because she couldn't "see" the sex of the child and warned the mother to be careful.  Sadly, the child was stillborn and extremely malformed.  The doctor could not visibly determine which sex the child was.  Evidently, this predictive ability changed when my niece (see above) was born.  She insisted up and down that my sister was pregnant with a boy.  I just shrugged and knew that my sister was going to give birth to a girl.  Everyone told me I was wrong.  The sonogram technician told her and she was 70-80% sure she was having a boy.  Bleh.  At her birth, I was really the only surprised that my niece was indeed a niece.

As far as mirrors are concerned....I also too think they are windows to something and somewhere.  However, I have no problems with them, and I'm not too terribly scared of them.  That being said, there are some mirrors that I don't like looking into.  Strangely, there's a mirror in the bathroom of the mall that I go to that TERRIFIES me.  There's nothing special about it.  It's in a mall bathroom.  I hate that mirror and I always feel as though something is going to pull me through it and I won't be able to get back to "my world."  I hope that doesn't sound too weird.....
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Blueberry on February 29, 2008, 10:47:46 PM
My father is very 'psychically' sensitive. He used to have many prophetic dreams, but always about the most mundane things. He was very put off that he could never dream winning lottery numbers or the like.
Sometimes though, his dreams reveal other things.
My father was dreaming that he was sleeping on the couch, which he actually was at that time, the time was 2:45AM on the clock. The door opened and his friend's wife came in. She went up to him, smiled, and said 'Thank you for being my friend. Please look after my husband.' Then turned around and left.
When he woke up the next day, the phone was ringing. It was his friend, crying that his wife had died at 2:45AM that morning.
Another time, he was dreaming again that he was going through old photos of when my parents first arrived in Canada and my adopted grandmother had helped them greatly. As a term of respect, they told us children to call her 'grandmother.' Well in his dream, a photo dropped out of the pile and landed directly on his lap. It was a photo of her, the first one we ever took of her at after my parents brought me home from the hospital. He woke up, thinking about her, and called her family to talk to her. She had died in the night.
After I was older, he claimed I 'sucked' his powers from him, since I was the one having the dreams now.
And I gotta say, they ARE about the most mundane things possible! I can tell you if I will be in a traffic jam, when my socks will develop holes, the exact time I will be pulling out a pan to cook something, or whether or not that pan will fall out of the cupboard onto the floor at least 2 days before it happens!
I have had one dream which will be a beautiful one. It was so very real I remember it now, and it's been nearly 10 years. I can remember every smell and sound and we are all waiting anxiously for this one to come about.
I was visiting my brother in a beautiful house on a beach during a fabulous party. My brother was out back by the ocean and I saw him from a window. He was playing with 3 dogs, a big German Shepherd, a big collie, and a small yellow dog. As I watched, he threw a stick into the water and the dogs all ran into the water, and the little one got the stick and ran away from the 2 big dogs with his prize. My brother laughed and laughed, looked up and waved at me, yelling 'They're in the bedroom.' I can still smell the salty sea smell even now and hear the dogs barking happily at each other. I walked into a bedroom with my mother to see my dream SIL and her baby! My dream SIL had black, short choppy hair. But the baby girl! What a beauty. She had very light brown hair with golden highlights (We are Asian, but my father, sister, and I were all blondes when we were born) which had soft curls.  The hair was shoulder length and she has bangs. Her eyes were huge and light brown. She had the chubbiest little cheeks and a light yellow sweater dress. Her skin was a honey colour. She actually looked somewhat like baby pictures of me, but with lighter hair and a lighter skin tone. She smelled like baby and peaches.  
I descibed it all to my mother and brother. My mother cried and said it sounded all so happy she couldn't wait. My brother laughed and said yeah right. He married a Caucasian with long blond hair and teased me about my false dream, until he saw pictures of her at about the time I had my dream. Yep, at that time I had my dream, she'd dyed her hair black and had it in a choppy shorter cut. I didn't recognize her since her hair was different and I was fixated on my dream niece.
This dream is now very important to us, since we learned in the last year that my brother and I have a genetic mutation and may not be able to have children at all.
But, my SIL is pregnant right now after many miscarriages and the doctors say everything looks great. They do not want to find out if the baby will be a boy or a girl.
If it is a girl, I am buying her a yellow dress.


Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Sandi Papaya on February 29, 2008, 11:00:43 PM
To all the PPs who have remarked on people in their families with a certain sensitivity to otherworldly things or supernatural abilities, I find it interesting that it's almost always the females in the family who seem to possess this.

In my family, there's a marked sensitivity to these things among the females as well. Both of my mom's sisters, and my mom herself, have this to some degree. My mom has an uncanny ability to "see" the future, or to predict the outcome of almost any given situation. Part of it is her keen sense of observation, but there's a definite element of "the otherworldly" to some of her predictions.

I'm pretty sensitive to ghosts and spirits, and have often had spirits "attach" themselves to me. My grandmother (the same one who I'm sure is watching over me now, although she's been gone from this world for six months) lived in a haunted house for many years, and even when I wasn't in that particular house (for example, when I was in college, hundreds of miles away), things happened to me that had no "normal" explanation, and at times, I had the sense of a very familiar "presence" in the same room with me when I was ostensibly alone, one that I'd felt at my grandparents' house.

I've never checked with any of my female cousins about if they'd ever seen or felt anything. They don't seem to be particularly sensitive to the otherworldly, though. I think I'm the most "in tune" with that out of my cousins because I don't put much stock in the material (especially in material possessions, which they are obsessed with).
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Blueberry on February 29, 2008, 11:37:35 PM
One of BF's exGF used to buy pendants of "idols" (different Buddhas and gods), wear them, pray to them, then subsequently toss them aside for another.  (Which from what I understand is a no-no because they get upset as it is considered disrespectful.) 

I almost forgot about this post, but I think I know where her tossed aside idols ended up.
I was at the university looking at some very nice wooden bracelets an this kiosk. He also sold some small metal Buddhas and the like. He had a sign advertising these as 'Good Luck Buddhas.'
As I was looking, I saw 2 of my friends come around a corner. They stopped dead when they saw me perusing the kiosk and screamed 'BLUEBERRY, NO!' in literally one vioce. They ran over, grabbed me, and carried me away as the kiosk guy yelled at them (I am a very small Asian girl. One of them was a big soccer player guy and the other a tall, very athletic girl, so I was easily lifted up between the 2 of them.)
When they finally put me down, after much protesting and amused bystanders, we were pretty far from the kiosk and in a completely different part of the campus.
Then they proceeded to tell me about the Buddhas.
Last month, while looking at that exact same kiosk, they decided to buy Good Luck Buddhas for gifts for each other. They each put their new Buddhas into their respective backpacks and went merrily away.
And it all went to heck.
The guy's car was broken into, and his radio stolen. She sprained an ankle getting up from a couch. They failed their midterms. Then one of them got the stomach flu. The other one got food poisoning. They both felt a general feeling of malaise constantly and everything was going wrong.
Most terrifying, was suddenly this creepy old man with no legs in a wheelchair starting following them around. It was only when they were together that he appeared, and not when they were apart. He would appear to them when there was no route for a wheelchair to have access. They could constantly hear a SQUEEEAKKK from his old wheelchair. Now the main thing was only THEY could see and hear him. The rest of us couldn't. They would yell and point 'THERE HE IS! Can't you hear him!?!?' And no one else could.
I would have thought they were making this all up, but in the space of 2 weeks, they really did have all those awful things happen. And the rest of us could almost feel an aura of something bad around them. It was just a general feeling of depression, and that there was something wrong, coming off of them, it was weird.
Somehow, they traced this to the purchase of the Buddhas. They went back together, and wanted an exchange, something, anything, just for the kiosk guy to take back the Buddhas.
He gave them a big grin and said NO REFUNDS OR EXCHANGES.
While they are desperately trying to think of something to do, they hear the squeak of the wheelchair and just bolted.
They run to their cars and suddenly the old man in the wheelchair is coming around from a nearby parked car. He could not have gotten there that quickly, and how did he know where they were going?
She drives to the nearest post office, and tosses the Buddha in this package she was mailing to a friend in Tokyo.
He drives to a nearby Buddhist temple, runs in and gives the Buddha to the first person he sees.
The old man in the wheelchair disappeared completely after they got rid of the Bad Luck Buddhas.
The general feelings of unhappiness disappeared and their bad luck did too.
The kiosk guy disappeared soon after they warned me about the Buddhas.


Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Vegemite Girl on March 01, 2008, 12:23:07 AM
We have varying degrees of it in our family. It comes from my Mother's Irish side, apparently. Her Grandfather used to see 'people who weren't there'. The way it's described I think he saw visions of future people/events, etc, instead of ghosts. My Gran has often seen things (she once saw her stepson leaning out of a window of their two storey house, beckoning to her. She went inside and he was nowhere to be found... at that exact same time he was actually at school, crying for her, as he'd suffered an injury and was in a fair bit of pain). She also 'just knows' things sometimes.

My Brother has seen a ghost, and has had a few weird experiences (mostly centered on a bedroom in my parent's house that he inhabited for a while - I swapped with him for a year and also had odd things happen there). My Sister used to see and converse with dead people when she was younger but it scared her as she got older and so she has shut it out altogether. She's now 19 and insists she can't do it anymore, but I wonder if that's true. I would be sceptical of her mediumship if it wasn't for an incident that happened when she was small. An acquaintance of my parents stalked Mum for a while, eventually tapering off about the time little Sister was born. Not long after he died Little Sis, then a toddler (she had never met this man and had no knowledge of him) told Mum about the man who had come into her room at night, sat on her bed, and told her to "say sorry to your Mum for me." She described him accurately.

I don't have it anywhere as strongly as the rest of them. I get feelings occasionally but they are usually either about little, inconsequential things (eg. I have a strong urge to take cash with me, and doing so makes my trip more convenient in some way) and when it is about bigger things it's often vague (eg. I knew my Brother, then heavily involved with drugs, was going to come out of his addiction OK. I didn't know how, though - I just had the feeling that whatever 'snapped him out of it' was going to be traumatic, and would work. I was right on both counts). I have had a vision once (my future children) and I've never seen a ghost, although I regularly see people out of the corner of my eye (that comes and goes, though). As a child I would hear voices of people who weren't there and smell things that weren't there, and I have dreamt of places before I saw them. That's not regular, though.

The only other person on our extended family with any kind of 'ability' is Mum. She has visions, has seen ghosts, and gets accurate feelings (we've tested these with lotto tickets. She can't predict what the numbers will be, but giver her a ticket and she'll tell you if it will win a prize. Her success rate is almost 100%, but of course the prizes are always small. She does insist she's destined to win one day though!  ;D ) As a youngster she says she regularly saw visions of 3 kids - an older girl and boy and a much younger girl (the same configuration as my siblings and I). She is usually bang on with character assessment within a few minutes of meeting someone. I grew up with this as normal but I soon learnt to shut up about it. It's nice to know we're not as weird as I thought we were  :)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: housewife2k on March 01, 2008, 12:29:40 AM
Everyone and anyone in my families of origin who had any gifts, and talked about the, were female. Specificaly, the first born female each generation for my dad's side . Great Grandma, Grandma, Oldest paternal Aunt, and Me. Female causin born eight years after me, nada.
On my mom's side, it's the left handed and ambidextrous females who prominantly display. Gramma, Auntie, me. My sister was has a really tough time whenever they change her meds, because she knows the little old lady in her breakfast nook is always there, but she can only talk to her when in an inbetween state, med wise. The little old lady told my sister the first time her medications went out of whack. Everyone outside of my family assumes it's because my sisters bipolar, but I have met the little old lady, she is nice, a grandma type spirit, who just wants to make sure sis is safe.
In Hubby's family, it's his mom, him and BIL all the way. Apparently Hubby's grandma was very gifted, but other than that, it isn't discussed.
I have three boys, and all three of them have strong talents, some convergent, some totally different. Frightening strong at times, though.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Vegemite Girl on March 01, 2008, 01:20:17 AM
My DH doesn't have it at all - he calls me a kook (lovingly, of course!). His entire family is a bit lacking in both emotion and this kind of thing (I've noticed that people who have it tend to be more empathetic than usual - is that your experience?) My mother insists DD2 has it. Mum says once when she was babysitting DD2 (a few months old at the time) she kept looking at something, concentrating, laughing, and then glancing at Mum. I'm not convinced, though; I've not seen any signs either DD has it. My Dad's family doesn't have it either.

In terms of explaining it, I lean towards it being a natural talent, like being able to sing in tune. Some people are born with perfect pitch, some people can be trained to sing, and others will always be tone deaf.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: LiveLoveLearn on March 01, 2008, 09:14:13 AM
Ok I think it's early enough in the day to share a haunting story.  I have more around this particular house than I can remember, and many that I try not to, but here goes nothing.  (As I write this, I shiver.  Include background, it's pretty long)

My grandparents lived in a house in a historic district of the town I grew up in.  Most of the houses were from the 1800's, however, their house had been built around 1920 if I recall.  From what I was told, it was a replica of the house that had stood there and may have used the same foundation, I'm not sure.  I don't remember ever being told what happened to the first house but I do remember comming to the conclusion that it had burnt down.  It's 4 story Victorian with a dirt cellar (bottom floor, which was half-underground and contained utilities, half bath and storage), the first floor which had a sitting room, full bath, kitchen, formal dining, formal living room, foyer and long hallway with the grand staircase.  The second floor had a master bedroom with attached nursery, 3 small bedrooms and a full bath, and then the third floor was a full attic with two bedrooms, giant playroom and half bath.  It had extensive built-ins throughout all levels and there was at least one passage (I was never brave enough to look for more).  A greenhouse ran from the celler up to the second floor along the corner of the house by the kitchen.  It also had a fully enclosed back porch.

Anyway, this house was evil.  It terrified me when I was young, although as I got older I learned to deal with it and just trust when I felt something was off.  On an early occasion, I was playing by the grand staircase.  Between the celler level and first level, there was a landing with a side door, and I would often play on the stairs between the door and the first floor.  I was playing with barbies and I started hearing voices in the cellar, arguing.  I thought it was my grandparents, although I'd never heard them argue.  They'd been in the kitchen and since you can access the cellar through the greenhouse from there, I didn't think much of it.  Until the voices got closer to the cellar door.  They were not human.  I remember being frozen in fear as I listened to them coming closer and closer, grumbling something I couldn't understand in these voices that sounded like a mix between a cat talking and a cow.  I thought they were coming for me and I couldn't move, I couldn't talk, couldn't scream.  The doorknob to the cellar started glowing red and I was in full panic inside.  I was probably around 6 at the time and didn't know quite what was going on, but I knew how evil it felt.

Someone pulled into the drive, roaring past the side door, and everything went still for a moment.  The air was hot but it was quiet.  As the side door opened, the feeling of evil vanished, the doorknob stopped glowing, and the air got very, very cold.  My uncle, who was in college, came through the door and saw me there and just took me up to the kitchen.  I never told anyone about this but my mom's mom knew the house was 'off' and my mom always believed what I did tell her, so I'd imagine it wasn't a secret that something went on there.

I don't know much about my Scottish side, although the extensive geneology exists.  I know that the highland clan we are from is known for being sensitive and especially for having second sight and I've read much folklore about 'us'.  The name often makes it into fiction where a sensitive Scott is involved.  I never met my grandfather's mother but I think there's a very good reason that her picture was in the hallway with the grand staircase.  Most of my enounters in the house centered around the celler, master bedroom (which wasn't used as such), the attic and the staircase.  I've never researched what happened to the first house on that property but as I've found the courage to share one of the worst stories, perhaps I'll find the courage to look into it.  If anyone knows where to start researching that sort of thing, can you PM me?
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: housewife2k on March 01, 2008, 10:58:18 AM
My DH doesn't have it at all - he calls me a kook (lovingly, of course!). His entire family is a bit lacking in both emotion and this kind of thing (I've noticed that people who have it tend to be more empathetic than usual - is that your experience?) My mother insists DD2 has it. Mum says once when she was babysitting DD2 (a few months old at the time) she kept looking at something, concentrating, laughing, and then glancing at Mum. I'm not convinced, though; I've not seen any signs either DD has it. My Dad's family doesn't have it either.

In terms of explaining it, I lean towards it being a natural talent, like being able to sing in tune. Some people are born with perfect pitch, some people can be trained to sing, and others will always be tone deaf.
That is a good analogy. And sometimes, the people who have the talents don't want them, and the people who desperately want them will never have them.

I also agree with the empathy and emotion side of things.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Brentwood on March 01, 2008, 11:20:00 AM
I don't keep mirrors in my bedroom, nor my boys bedrooms. The only mirror, that isn't part of a compact or toy, in my house is in th bathroom. I just am really uncomfortable with them at night. Mirrors are portals, I believe I've stated my feelings on that here before.

I firmly blieve that buildings pick up the personalities/feelings/emotions that are in them. If many bad things happen in a building, the building has a bad feeling.

I have a whole slew of stories, but I am not sure which ones I want to post, and which ones I have already posted.

I wrote a story called "Fiona's Mirror." I guess the mirror in that story was a portal of sorts. It's not scary, though.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Stormtreader on March 01, 2008, 11:24:16 AM
LiveLoveLearn, I wonder if maybe they were goblins? They are supposed to have screechy/growly voices, be quarrelsome, and live underground.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Sandi Papaya on March 01, 2008, 12:56:06 PM
I should also mention that when my grandparents moved out of their house, it was sold to a Chinese family, who performed some traditional Chinese ritual (or maybe a series of them, I'm not sure) to rid the house of any spirits.

When they did this, the ghosts in the house (there were several different ones) moved next door. The neighbors in that house are longtime friends of my family. One day my aunt got a call from the wife, asking about the stories we had about hauntings in my grandparents' house. My aunt described some of the incidents we'd been through - mysterious voices, faces in mirrors, doors slamming by themselves, temperatures in one room (or one spot in the room) dropping appreciably, apparitions, etc.

When my aunt finished, the lady exclaimed, "But that's some of what I've been going through!" She called up a medium, who told her that when the neighbors had done their ritual to rid their house of lingering spirits, the spirits in my grandparents' house needed to find another place to take up residence - so they chose Tim and Monique's house. Monique's husband, Tim, thought she was crazy (of course).

The medium did a psychic cleansing and the spirits haven't been back since. I don't know why we never did the same thing.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Brentwood on March 01, 2008, 12:59:56 PM
As long as we're on the subject -

My husband and I bought our first house in 1998. The minute I stepped into the house, I felt as if I were "home." I felt warm, cozy, and safe there. I knew it was the house for us. I had to have it.

We had to move two years later when my husband got a promotion that brought us to Idaho. I always got the feeling the house didn't want us to leave (I know, I know...). In the 7-1/2 years since we left, there have been at least four other owners. In my more sentimental moments, I wonder if the house isn't driving people away, hoping we will come back.

The neighbors across the street were good friends of ours. We were all around the same age with kids around the same ages, and we got together often. The wife and I took our kids for walks in their strollers nearly every nice day, and we were always dropping in on each other for coffee and whatnot. She told me years later that she'd never been able to develop a friendship with anyone who moved into the house after us.

Coincidences? Probably.

But maybe houses do have personalities and powers.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Sandi Papaya on March 01, 2008, 01:17:49 PM
As long as we're on the subject -

My husband and I bought our first house in 1998. The minute I stepped into the house, I felt as if I were "home." I felt warm, cozy, and safe there. I knew it was the house for us. I had to have it.

We had to move two years later when my husband got a promotion that brought us to Idaho. I always got the feeling the house didn't want us to leave (I know, I know...). In the 7-1/2 years since we left, there have been at least four other owners. In my more sentimental moments, I wonder if the house isn't driving people away, hoping we will come back.

The neighbors across the street were good friends of ours. We were all around the same age with kids around the same ages, and we got together often. The wife and I took our kids for walks in their strollers nearly every nice day, and we were always dropping in on each other for coffee and whatnot. She told me years later that she'd never been able to develop a friendship with anyone who moved into the house after us.

Coincidences? Probably.

But maybe houses do have personalities and powers.

YES! The neighbors who moved into my grandparents' didn't last long. There have been a couple other owners since the house sold 5-6 years ago;  my grandparents were tenants all the years they lived there, but my family has talked about buying the house between several family members to get back our "birthright" (yes, I know it's not really our birthright, but the house was where I and all my cousins grew up; this house was "home base" for our entire family).

Now that the housing bubble has burst and housing prices are falling sharply, we're talking about it more than ever. My brother still works in our hometown, so occasionally he'll swing by and check to see if there are any "For Sale" signs outside the house. It's probably a pipe dream, but my brother, my cousin Robb and I all dream of being able to go back there. For all the spirit activity, that house was home for us. The spirits never, ever harmed us and we all got pretty used to them - they'd irritate us from time to time, but never harmed us.

Every time I go back to my hometown and see the house, with different paint colors, different cars in the drive, etc, I can't help but feel the house is as sad as I am.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Morrigan on March 01, 2008, 04:06:11 PM
To all the PPs who have remarked on people in their families with a certain sensitivity to otherworldly things or supernatural abilities, I find it interesting that it's almost always the females in the family who seem to possess this.

In my family, there's a marked sensitivity to these things among the females as well. Both of my mom's sisters, and my mom herself, have this to some degree. My mom has an uncanny ability to "see" the future, or to predict the outcome of almost any given situation. Part of it is her keen sense of observation, but there's a definite element of "the otherworldly" to some of her predictions.

I'm pretty sensitive to ghosts and spirits, and have often had spirits "attach" themselves to me. My grandmother (the same one who I'm sure is watching over me now, although she's been gone from this world for six months) lived in a haunted house for many years, and even when I wasn't in that particular house (for example, when I was in college, hundreds of miles away), things happened to me that had no "normal" explanation, and at times, I had the sense of a very familiar "presence" in the same room with me when I was ostensibly alone, one that I'd felt at my grandparents' house.

I've never checked with any of my female cousins about if they'd ever seen or felt anything. They don't seem to be particularly sensitive to the otherworldly, though. I think I'm the most "in tune" with that out of my cousins because I don't put much stock in the material (especially in material possessions, which they are obsessed with).

In my family, it's from my mother's side.  A real psychic, years ago, told them all some very strange, and very true things.  One thing (not relate to that, though) was that my mother is a Nurse of Souls.  My Aunts are all specific things-and each thing relates to how people treat them-like my mother.  Strangers, everywhere, just come up to her and start telling her their problems.  Very odd.

My two brothers and I are all sensitive, though.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Suze on March 02, 2008, 07:04:36 AM
A gentleman that sells crystals at our local Ren Fair told my friend and I that we are "medicine twins"  I seem to be her "battery back-up" when we are together thinking about the same thing the power levels go up drasticly.  I tend to tap into the power of earth.

He sells the most gourgous Herkimer Diamonds. He has his own mine in Herkimer, and those stones "feel" so soft and wonderfull.  I always manage to bring home one or two every year.

I have watched him give away stones and also if he "sees" someone coming pocket a stone or two out of the cases and put them back after they leave. (a couple of those people set off my "creep-o-meter")

and I have also seen him not even looking up from paperwork or busy work reach out and hand his wife a stone and point.  He invited me once to his mine and told me that I would propably find quite a few drop into my hands.  He called me a "still pesonality" whatever that means.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Gyro Widget on March 03, 2008, 10:31:45 AM
Well I've been reluctant to post this but I think I will mention it now.  I may have posted it before.. I cannot remember exactly if I have or not... what I do remember exactly was the event in question. 

A year ago I was with my fiancee (he is now my ex) and we were house shopping.  We bought a ranch style bungalow in the middle of nowhere and at first we were happy.  We could watch the fire flies at night and have our own campfires... it was perfect. 

One night however, my ex was outside taking out the trash to the end of the driveway for the next morning while I was in the house, tending to whatever cleaning I had to do at the time.  Well, I walked out the long hallway in our home, and past our master bedroom, where I could see the closet from the hallway.  There I saw what I thought was Jon standing up in the closet, with his back turned to me.  I started to make a joke - "Jon, what the hell are you doing in... the....?".  At that moment I realized it wasn't my fiancee and I began to run to the door and scream for him.  He asked me what was going on when he came inside and I told him.  I wouldn't go in the room to check to see if "it" was still there without him.  Sure enough.... everything was fine.  My ex dismissed it as me being dramatic and just seeing things.... he never believed in such foolishness. 

However a few weeks later he called me while I was on my way home, shaken up.  He was walking out in the garage and thought he had seen a reflection of himself, however it wasn't him at all.  It was the same tall, broad man. 

When I bought my dog, he wouldn't even go into half of the house.  Seriously, the dog would not step foot in the last two bedrooms of the house... he wouldn't even walk to the end of the hallway.  One night I wanted to see what he was crying about whenever I walked into the last room, so I picked him up and brought him in with me.  He began to cry wildly and ran out to the living room. 

I was happy when I took my dog and left that place. 


Another story:  Now I know I posted this years ago on e-hell in a similar thread.  This spirit was seen standing over me by someone else... 

I had gotten severe abdominal pains and managed to get myself to the hospital because I was collapsing in pain.  My ex (same guy as before) basically dumped me at that point because it was too much trouble for him to drive me to the hospital.  At the time, I was very young and away at university, with no family or close friends in the town.  So naturally, I was very scared in the hospital because they told me I was going to need an IV with morphine (the first time ever). 

I was watching the nurse that was tending to me walk back and forth, getting all the medicine ready for me and tending to other patients.  When she walked by the last time, she came to an abrupt halt and then came to my bed. 

She asked me "Is your father around?"

I answered "No? Why are you asking?"

She then replied "So strange... he isn't deceased is he?"  To which I told her with a bit of alarm, that no, he was on the other side of the Province.  I wanted to call him at that point to make sure he was okay. 

The nurse then told me why she asked me such an odd question.  She could have sworn that there was a tall, heavy man, dressed in all black standing next to my bed a few minutes ago. 

I must remind you at this point in the story that there was no IV in my arm yet and thus, no morphine in my system to cause me to hallucinate the conversation. 
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: emmeileia on March 03, 2008, 12:26:20 PM
Great stories, keep them coming!

I have had a few minor experiences of my own. When I was growing up I would often 'hear' someone shouting my name, only not with my physical ears...it is a little hard to describe. Also I would often see dark shadowy people-shaped things watching me out of the corner of my eyes. They have never felt threatening, and I have been told that they are ancestral spirits watching over me.
I have also been told that I have many spirits who like me and watch out for me. No one has been able to explain why, but apparently I just have a good 'vibe' to them.
Now on to my ghost stories

When I was in university six of my friends and I rented an old house on the main road from the campus. It had a wonderful welcoming feeling and we all felt at home there for the three years we lived in it. Odd things would sometimes happen there, but only if you were alone. One Christmas break my roomate who lived on the main floor at the bottom of the first staircase (there were two, a main stair and a servants stair) was in his room typing up and essay when he heard someone walk down the stairs and knock on his door. He thought one of us had come home unexpectedly so he opened his door, but no one was there. He shrugged it off and closed the door, but it swung open again. He tried this a few times, finally proping the door shut with his laundry basket. The door opened again, pushing his (full) laundry basket with it!
I had my own experience in that house. I was staying alone there over the summer working. I am a bit of a night owl, so at about 430 in the morning I was on my computer, and I got up to go to the washroom. I had to walk by the upper end of the servants staircase to get to the wasrhoom and as I passed it I heard footsteps downstairs as well as a rustling sound, like someone turning the pages of a newspaper. I was SCARED. I thought someone must have broken in! I ran back to my room, locked the door and picked up a big piece of wood I used to prop open my window. I waited up there till after dawn, but I did not hear any more noises so I went downstairs to investigate...all the windows were unbroken, and had been painted shut so it was impossible to open them. The doors were also locked. I was a little nervous staying home alone after that.

Also, when I was out in BC tree planting we were on a clearcut in the middle of nowhere (literally forest for miles around us with no trails) and we heard the sounds of children playing in the woods. Creepy...
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Vegemite Girl on March 03, 2008, 01:49:05 PM

I have had a few minor experiences of my own. When I was growing up I would often 'hear' someone shouting my name, only not with my physical ears...it is a little hard to describe. Also I would often see dark shadowy people-shaped things watching me out of the corner of my eyes. They have never felt threatening,

I have had/do have the same things.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Vegemite Girl on March 03, 2008, 02:07:34 PM
I forgot this one - the prediction that almost broke up my parent's relationship.

My folks operated a towing firm for many years, until Dad's health deteriorated. When I was a baby Mum started to have a recurring dream about him dying on the job. It was always the same; he was hooking up a car at an intersection in town, lights blazing in the middle of the night. He would walk back to the cab, open the door to get in... and a speeding car out of control would attempt to take the corner and hit him, killing him. It was so vivid Mum could tell the colour, make and model of the car. She told him about the dream and begged him to avoid all accidents on that corner. Dad didn't believe in 'predictions' but he *did* think she was inviting trouble by insisting he was going to die. It caused a lot of arguments between them.

One night he got a call to an accident on that corner. Mum says she 'just knew' this was it, and begged him not to go, litterally; she actually got down on her knees (my Mother is an incredibly proud woman. I can imagine the Queen as a hooker more readily than I can picture my Mother begging anything of *anyone*. But she did).

Dad refused - there was no-one else who could do the job, and they needed the money. He left.

Mum went into mourning then and there. She began chain smoking and crying. She was convinced she would never see him alive again and she would be left a teenage widow with a young baby.

After a while Dad came back. He was white as a ghost, and shaking so much he couldn't light a smoke. He was also incredibly angry and yelled at Mum never to tell him "any of that s*** again!" He refused to say what happened.

A couple of weeks later he relented. Apparently he had arrived, hooked up the car, and turned to go back to the cab of the truck when he paused, unsure if he'd chained the wreck up correctly. He had an overwhelming urge to check, so he went back.

He was standing in between the truck and the wreck when the car Mum described took the corner far too fast and out of control. It came so close it make his skin tight jeans move against his leg.

If he hadn't have gone back to check the chains, he would be dead. 
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Brentwood on March 03, 2008, 02:09:44 PM
I forgot this one - the prediction that almost broke up my parent's relationship.

My folks operated a towing firm for many years, until Dad's health deteriorated. When I was a baby Mum started to have a recurring dream about him dying on the job. It was always the same; he was hooking up a car at an intersection in town, lights blazing in the middle of the night. He would walk back to the cab, open the door to get in... and a speeding car out of control would attempt to take the corner and hit him, killing him. It was so vivid Mum could tell the colour, make and model of the car. She told him about the dream and begged him to avoid all accidents on that corner. Dad didn't believe in 'predictions' but he *did* think she was inviting trouble by insisting he was going to die. It caused a lot of arguments between them.

One night he got a call to an accident on that corner. Mum says she 'just knew' this was it, and begged him not to go, litterally; she actually got down on her knees (my Mother is an incredibly proud woman. I can imagine the Queen as a hooker more readily than I can picture my Mother begging anything of *anyone*. But she did).

Dad refused - there was no-one else who could do the job, and they needed the money. He left.

Mum went into mourning then and there. She began chain smoking and crying. She was convinced she would never see him alive again and she would be left a teenage widow with a young baby.

After a while Dad came back. He was white as a ghost, and shaking so much he couldn't light a smoke. He was also incredibly angry and yelled at Mum never to tell him "any of that s*** again!" He refused to say what happened.

A couple of weeks later he relented. Apparently he had arrived, hooked up the car, and turned to go back to the cab of the truck when he paused, unsure if he'd chained the wreck up correctly. He had an overwhelming urge to check, so he went back.

He was standing in between the truck and the wreck when the car Mum described took the corner far too fast and out of control. It came so close it make his skin tight jeans move against his leg.

If he hadn't have gone back to check the chains, he would be dead. 

*shivers*
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: housewife2k on March 03, 2008, 02:34:49 PM
I recently noticed that if I am home alone, a very rare occurance indeed, as I mean alone, even the kids are gone. The TV will stay on.
I don't mean that I will keep it on, though normally I do, as I don't like total silence, but that the TV in the living room will not turn off. I thought it was just our old messed up TV, but our new TV does the same thing. Friend commented that it wouldn't turn off when he was alone either.
I think it's nice that she doesn't want us to be scared, but we need to explain that it's kind of freaking us out.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Stormtreader on March 03, 2008, 05:10:17 PM
I forgot this one - the prediction that almost broke up my parent's relationship.

My folks operated a towing firm for many years, until Dad's health deteriorated. When I was a baby Mum started to have a recurring dream about him dying on the job.

*snip*

If he hadn't have gone back to check the chains, he would be dead. 

Every hair on my body just stood upright!  :o
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: DottyG on March 03, 2008, 05:13:35 PM
I may have posted it before.. I cannot remember exactly if I have or not...

For all of you who wonder if you've posted one of these stories before and are reluctant to post again on the off-chance that you've already told us.....POST IT ANYWAY!!!  If we've heard it before, we'll shiver at the story again!  If we haven't heard it, we'll tremble anew! :D

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: GoldenGemini on March 03, 2008, 05:52:32 PM
Also I would often see dark shadowy people-shaped things watching me out of the corner of my eyes. They have never felt threatening, and I have been told that they are ancestral spirits watching over me.

I see that sort of thing, black shadowy things out of the corner of my eye.  My doctor said I had injured my retina, and if it gets worse I should come back, as it's probably detaching. :)

Now who do I believe? ;D
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: shadowfox79 on March 04, 2008, 04:42:37 AM
I may have posted it before.. I cannot remember exactly if I have or not...

For all of you who wonder if you've posted one of these stories before and are reluctant to post again on the off-chance that you've already told us.....POST IT ANYWAY!!!  If we've heard it before, we'll shiver at the story again!  If we haven't heard it, we'll tremble anew! :D



Oh OK, you've convinced me. I'm pretty sure I have posted this before, but for the benefit of anyone who didn't see it...

When I was about eight, a friend of mine went with her parents and a friend's family (two sisters and two parents) to visit a colour tunnel. In order that the colours reflected off you instead of being absorbed into your clothes, everyone was given grey ponchos to wear when they got there. I was shown the photos shortly afterwards, all of which looked much the same - one or two people in ponchos standing in white light, surrounded by what looked like a tube of swirling colours.

When we were about seventeen, my friend's grandfather passed away. She was very close to him and, feeling depressed, went digging through old photo albums looking for pictures of him.

The next morning I arrived at her house (we took the bus to school together) to find her white as a sheet and in a very strange mood. She handed me one of the photos and asked me to take a look at it. It was of her in the tunnel, smiling cheerfully, and in the corner - superimposed over the colours, but slightly transparent - was a very clear image of her grandfather, full-length in a walking pose and wearing one of the ponchos.

He hadn't been there that day, so they didn't have any pictures of him in a poncho.

He hadn't been in that shot before - I had seen it.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: housewife2k on March 04, 2008, 09:07:52 AM
My aunt swears to this day that my great-grandfather visited her shortly after he passed on.
Auntie was a small child, and was sleeping in the livingroom at great-grandma's house. She woke up because her feet were terribly cold, and she was going to covor them back up. She looked down the couch, and her feet her covored up, but there was her grandpa, sitting at the foot of the couch, playing with her feet. Auntie hollerred for her grandma, who came into the living room, took one look at where auntie saw her grandpa, and said "No, Benton, we have discussed this, I love having you stay, but you cannot bother the children!"
Her grandpa left, auntie's feet warmed up, and her grandma went back into her room.
The next morning at breakfast, when auntie asked about it, great-grandma denied anyhting of the sort, but up intil the day she died, if anyone walked into a room when great-grandma was alone, we would hear her talking to Benton, and reminding him not to tease the children.


I once lived in an appartment for three days. That is how long it took for me to figure out how to break the lease without penalty. I cannot explain why this bothered me so much, but the inside of the bedroom closet was always pitch black. The closet was across from the bedroom window. Didn't matter if it was day or night, it was black in there. The unit I looked at was fine, but when I went to move in, the landlord told me that the unit above had a water leak, so I had to take a different one. The one she gave me (with the closet) never felt right. If I didn't have a moving truck full ofstuff, Iwould have walked away immediately.
The first night, I realized that the closet door would not stay shut, and it just had a bad feel eminating from it.

For those who are in Iowa-any of you know of the thirteen steps cemetary? That isn't the actual name, but that's what it's known as?

When I lived in Iowa, I occasionally had to drive past it at night. Once, when I was driving with some friends, we hit what we think was a cayote. Male friend got out of the vehicle, saw we had hit an animal, that it wasn't moving, and tried to call animal control. We had to try three different cell phones until we could get any sort of a signal. Once he got through, he stepped back out of the car, and described exactly what we hit, and how it happened to the animal control officer.
The cayote litterally came out of no where. It was just there, in the headlights, right before I hit it.

The animal control guy comes out, walks around the car, walks up to the car, and knocks on the window. When we open the wondow he proceeds to ask us what direction the animal went as it walked away? We never saw it leave. It was not breathing when it was looked at, but when the control guy got there, it was gone, completely, no sign on the car or the road that an animal had been hit.

Animal control guy said that sometimes, these things happen, and sent up on our way. Before we pulled out, Male friend calls the peron we were supposed to meet, to let them know we were running late-on his cell, which wasn't working before.

About two miles before we got to our destination, we see three cars in the ditch. Two of them are totalled, one looks like it stopped to help. The accident happened earlier that night. Once again, had we not been held up, we would have been on the stretch of read when the accident happened.
My car, btw, quit working completely the naxt day.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: DottyG on March 11, 2008, 06:08:37 PM
BUMP! :)

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: CreteGirl on March 11, 2008, 07:00:33 PM
Things that go bump in the night  ;)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: EJM3387 on March 11, 2008, 07:18:22 PM
As some of you have probably read in some of my previous posts, my dad died 2 years ago. About one year ago I was visiting my best friend at her house that she shares with her DH. Her mom reads cards and is very intuitive and sees things and talks to spirits. She was coming over with BF's dad one night while I was visiting because she said she had been meditating a few nights before and I popped into her head and she had this sense of needing to see me.
   When she arrived that night she was telling me about what had happened and said she wanted to perform rakie(I'm spelling it how it sounds, I'm not sure of the actual spelling) on me which is some kind of spiritual/calming ritual you do to someone. We went into BFs bedroom, alone, and I laid down on the bed. She had her hands a few inches above my body and was moving them all around the length of my entire body.  Halfway through there was a knock on the wall above my head. Th knock continued all around the room, along every single wall(we were on the second floor and two of the walls had only the outside on the other side of them). She said while this happened she could hear several different voices around us and something that sounded like tinkling bells. I could hear the knocking, but not the other sounds she did, but while it was happening I had an overwhelming feeling of calm come over me. It was extremely bizarre and I know how weird it sounds, but it literally sounded like someone was going around the whole room, knocking on the walls along the way.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Issa on March 11, 2008, 07:36:46 PM
This thread always makes me shiver! I've always been a little bit of a scaredy cat when it comes to unexplained events.

In my own story, I didn't really *see* anything, but I had a feeling. BF and I were visiting a museum, which had once been a group of normal buildings, but had been turned into into a sort of prison/death camp during a time of conflict in this particular country. Many thousands of people, including children, had been imprisoned, tortured and murdered in this place. Understandably while interesting historically it was really a sad and depressing place. BF and I looked around for a couple of hours, and at one point we decided to climb the stairs in the building we were in and go to a different floor.

I don't think this floor had been really cleaned up and made presentable to the public yet, but it wasn't cordoned off or anything. As soon as I stepped foot on that floor I thought "get out get out get out" in my head. I could literally feel this heavy and dark feeling bearing down on me and I was instantly claustrophobic. I can't really explain it any other way. BF was uneasy too. I pretty much ran back down those stairs, almost tripping I might add! Scary! 
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Sirius on March 11, 2008, 07:58:30 PM
These stories are incredible! 

This is a story about my nephew's guardian angel.

Back when nephew no. 1 was about 5 or 6, my sister's family was living in Merced, California.  One day she was walking down the street with N1 and his brother (N2), and N1 got the urge to run out into the street.  Sis took off after him, but out of nowhere a man raced into the street and grabbed N1 right before he would have been hit by a car.  Sis told me she turned around to thank the man...and he was gone.  She and her two young sons were standing on a sidewalk next to a park, and there was no one else around. 

Another story:  About six months later Sis, both nephews, and I went to a store in Sacramento.  I was happily perusing bargains when Sis came up to me and asked me if I'd seen N1.  I hadn't, so I immediately stopped what I was doing and started looking for him.  We eventually found him outside the store sitting in a meter maid's cart.  The meter maid told us that a man had brought N1 over to her, and when she'd gotten N1 settled in his seat she turned to ask the man some questions, and he was gone.  This took about 30 seconds.  N1 told us that he had walked across the busy street to a park, and the man had taken him by the hand, crossed at the crosswalk, and had taken him right to the meter maid. 

My nephew is now almost 30, and is going back for his third tour in Iraq.  I hope his guardian angel keeps up the good work.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: DottyG on March 12, 2008, 11:59:34 PM
Bumping this up for one of our posters.

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: veraobsession on March 13, 2008, 02:14:45 AM
Yeah...that poster would be me. I have TONS of these tails. Like my best friend Sarah that I had when I was a little girl. I cant remember what she looked like but I do remember that she went everywhere with me and just one day was gone. I do remember that Sarah couldnt see, because I told this to my mom several times. Mom remembers me telling her "sarah cant see it, she has to feel it."

Several years later we had added a second story onto our house and my little brother used to sleep in my bed because the noice of the house settling scared him. He was about 4 so I was 10. One night I jerked awake to see the back of a little girl siting at the foot of the bed. She had on a pale dress, and short curly hair with a bow in the back. I sat up in bed to blink a few times and adjust my eyes and she started slowly turning around to look at me. She looked like normal girl except for her eyes. Where her eyes were suppoused to be were just big black holes. Then my little brother sat up in bed, screamed, and kicked at her. She....like....sucked down through the bed. The amazing thing was that both my brother and I fell back asleep.

The next day I mentioned something to my mom abuot it and she laughed it of as a dream. Later that night she said something to my Dad and my brother had told my dad about seeing a girl with no eyes on sisters bed. Brother and I had NOT talked about it.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: jaxsue on March 13, 2008, 05:55:43 AM
Yeah...that poster would be me. I have TONS of these tails. Like my best friend Sarah that I had when I was a little girl. I cant remember what she looked like but I do remember that she went everywhere with me and just one day was gone. I do remember that Sarah couldnt see, because I told this to my mom several times. Mom remembers me telling her "sarah cant see it, she has to feel it."

Several years later we had added a second story onto our house and my little brother used to sleep in my bed because the noice of the house settling scared him. He was about 4 so I was 10. One night I jerked awake to see the back of a little girl siting at the foot of the bed. She had on a pale dress, and short curly hair with a bow in the back. I sat up in bed to blink a few times and adjust my eyes and she started slowly turning around to look at me. She looked like normal girl except for her eyes. Where her eyes were suppoused to be were just big black holes. Then my little brother sat up in bed, screamed, and kicked at her. She....like....sucked down through the bed. The amazing thing was that both my brother and I fell back asleep.

The next day I mentioned something to my mom abuot it and she laughed it of as a dream. Later that night she said something to my Dad and my brother had told my dad about seeing a girl with no eyes on sisters bed. Brother and I had NOT talked about it.

That would terrify me. Just seeing the "thing" turning, then the black eyes. I'm amazed you could fall back asleep.
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Post by: Reika on March 13, 2008, 08:13:08 AM
Issa's story reminded me of something that happened to me.

In my early to mid 20s I was big on the road trip thing with a group of friends. In this particular case it was myself and two friends, the one who was driving at the time decided (with everyone's agreement) to cut through DC on our way to catch some sights. At one point he stopped at a red light and I suddenly got a horrible headache, sick to my stomach, scared out of my mind and it seemed like the sky had clouded up into a thunderstorm, even though the sun was still shining. Just as I was starting to say something, my other friend (the one not driving) started to complain of the same thing, the guy driving said to give it a few moments and we'd be fine.

Once the light turned green and we went on our way, my friend and I were fine just 2-3 streets later. That was when our friend who was driving informed us that we had been near the Holocaust Museum, he didn't think to warn us since most people he knows only get a sad, not the reactions we had.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: tael on March 13, 2008, 02:24:11 PM
I've had a few minor weird experiences, none probably as freaky as what's been posted, but eh. XD

Okay, so ever since I moved into my bedroom at my parents' house (this was in the 4th grade, previously I was in a different room across the hall, and my brother was in the room that I now call my room. Brother moved downstairs into the new big bedroom that was created when the kitchen got renovated), I've had piles of weird little experiences.
- the most common of these is the constant feeling of being watched after dark. At some points, I didn't even want to change in my room. I always have a feeling that there is something in the corner of the room, just staring. Sometimes, it moves - closer to my bed, and then stares some more.
- you know those touch lamps? I had one for about almost a year, I think. What made me get rid of it was this incident: One night, I noticed the light flickering on. I just figured it was my movement shaking the ground around it, triggering it, and ignored it. Sat down to start studying, and out of the corner of my eye, I would watch it turn on. Again, I figured, I was triggering it - my desk is almost right next to my night table. I suddenly thought maybe I should just stop moving. I sat perfectly still, moving only my head. And in the corner of my eye again, I saw it, very slowly, tap on, going through the three lighting levels twice. I bolted and told my parents about it. They didn't believe me. I switched lamps the next day.
- I hate dolls. I just hate them. And I have a rather creepy porcelain doll that looks something like I do, but with orange eyes. Around the fifth grade, I got creeped out enough by it that I started turning in face into the wall. However, she would never stay in that direction, and over a period of a week, I would find it turned counter-clockwise, slowly, back out. After a while, I stuffed her in my closet. (My mother has only found out about two years ago that porcelain dolls scare me. She also was not the person who was turning the doll back around, but she now knows why the doll is in my closet. XD)
- Every now and again, I would get these bursts of sound in my ears - usually screams, but occasionally, I hear trains. I have not heard these since I've moved on-campus for university.
- My room is on the other side of the deck, outside. So anything that goes on out there, I can hear. On two very different occasions, I heard footsteps, walking up and down the stairwell, around the deck, the occasional thud - for at least two hours. I couldn't see outside because my blinds reflect back onto my window. The second time this happened, the windchime we had out on the deck would actually pause so I could hear the steps more clearly. This was at about 12:30, 1:00 at night. No one was out there, and it was not the wind, because wind does not creak steps like that.
- Once, I was listening to EVPs on my dad's computer (I'm really really interested in this stuff, if you hadn't noticed. XD), and before I could manage to get (I can't remember if it was the third or fourth one) the file to load - boom. Computer turned itself off. It just literally shut off. I restart it, but I didn't get the message of "your computer was shut down improperly. Start Windows normally?". It just turned off. Baffling.
- I once heard a low, deep voice in the bathroom. I can remember that it said, "I am here" or something along those lines. I flew out of there.

I'm basically the only one in my house who continually experiences these things, but my cat is definitely seeing something (my mom said that she watched Cat sit at the top of the stairs, peering down at the dark room down there, occasionally skittering back, but then peering again, like she was watching something down there, and was trying to hide. She blurted, "Cat. Stop it. You're creeping me out." My cat made no acknowledgement of the fact that someone had spoken to her - and she usually does, and just kept staring), and there was this one day that my mom smelled tobacco. No one in my house smokes. She said it smelled like the kind my grandfather (at this point, at least 29 years dead) smoked. We also both smelled freshly washed potatoes that night. That was just weird.

Yeah, they're pretty much minor things, but there's a lot of them. XD
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Vegemite Girl on March 13, 2008, 02:47:37 PM
A story from when I was flatting, at Uni.

I was having trouble with my flatmates, and had vented to both my Mum and my Gran asking for advice. One night I was in bed, trying to sleep and not able to, when I began to hear static from inside my head. I could actually hear it with my ears but it was coming from inside my head. I looked at the clock, was disgusted to see the time (just after 1:30am) as I really needed sleep; I had a full-on day the next day. After about half an hour the static stopped and I finally fell asleep.

A couple of days later I was talking on the phone to Mum and she mentioned that Gran had been feeling bad about the situation I was in, and she had been unable to sleep for worry, so she lay in bed sending me 'comfort vibes'. At 1:30 in the morning, on the day I'd been hearing the static.


Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: ccnumber4 on March 13, 2008, 03:50:22 PM
This is a fascinating thread. 

I grew up in a house that dated back to the 1800s and had been used as a hospital for a time during the early 1900s.  You would think this house would be ripe with "happenings" and such, but nope.  I got nothin'. 

I still love old houses and sometimes browse the internet, looking at for sale postings for them.  A couple weeks ago, I found a great site with lots of fun listings.  For me, the older the better.  There was one, though, which caught my attention because it is very close to where my parents live now.  It was very old and very grand, but every last picture of it creeped me right the heck out.  There didn't seem to be anything vastly different about it compared to the pics of the houses that I did like, but that one just made my skin crawl. 
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: DottyG on April 03, 2008, 05:08:59 PM
Bumping up.  I need more stories! :D

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Boots on April 03, 2008, 09:33:20 PM
I too have a bunch of these stories. Me, my Mom and sister all have some sort of sensitivity.

Here's the most recent.

We just moved back to this house after being gone from it for 7 years.  When we lived here before I was constantly hearing, seeing, feeling things.   Not malevolent, and I didn't really mind it too much, and I am fairly comfortable with this stuff since it's been happening since I was a child, but when my dd, who was around 4 at the time told me she didn't want to go to bed because "the ghost was going to come see me" I knew I had to do something.  So I put the kids to bed and when I was alone I spoke aloud and acknowledged to the spirit how I knew he was here and I didn't mind so much, but I could not have him scaring my children. Things settled down.

Well, we moved back here  a year ago.  My first night in this house, sleeping on an air mattress, I am awakened by a man's voice yelling "BOOTS" directly in my ear!!! I bolted upright, heart racing and then I laughed and said, "You turd, you're still here aren't you?"
BUT, I again had a conversation and told him it's okay, but to keep it quiet and not scare anyone.  All has been good.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: zoidberg on April 04, 2008, 10:42:40 AM
ETA: I too love such stories, so keep them coming!

I've had a few experiences but here is the one that scared me the most:


My BF and I used to have a favourite place to meet in the village where we grew up. It was on top of a woody hill where some benches stood. There was a parking lot nearby but we seldom ever saw other people there. It was quite remote and you really had to know about it to find it, so no tourists. We loved that spot and even spent the night there a few times because we felt utterly at peace there. (And I hate the dark and am easily scared. This really was a special spot).

Now, BF is not at ALL someone who believes in anything else than what he can see. He really enjoys finding scientific explanations for phenomena I believe in. But even he was creeped out majorly by what happened there one night and refuses to talk about it. We were at our usual place, talking and having a laugh. It was already dark but it was still warm and we were sitting on one of the benches.

And then we heard a sound. It sounded exactly likes someone dragging some heavy object over gravel. Then silence. At first we thought it might be a car on the nearby graveled parking lot. Sometimes a wheel slips on the gravel and it sounds like "dragging". But we heard the sound again and again and we didn't hear engine noise. It sounded like somebody was dragging something heavy over the gravelled walkway to the benches and that someone needed a break to gather his strength in between, so that's why the silences between the sounds.

We were really puzzled by then because the sounds were getting closer but we saw absolutely no one on the gravelled walkway. The sounds were now so close that we HAD to have seen someone nearby. It was freaking us out enough but then such a feeling of dread descended on us that I could hardly breathe. I just managed to grab BF and say "Let's get out of here!" He did NOT need to be told twice and he would normally always stay to investigate "ghostly stuff" in order to prove me wrong. But he felt it too. We ran to his car on the parking lot and I really wanted to take a last look at the place where the noises came from but it was as if my neck was paralyzed. I COULDN'T turn my head. We jumped in the car and went home.

We tried going back to the place but even in daylight it never felt good again. It just felt ... wrong. As if we were trespassing. As if someone didn't want us there. And even BF admitted to this feeling of transgression. I have NO idea what we experienced that day. Suggestions welcome.

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Like other posters I've had someone call my name in my head. It was always such an intense feeling that I was shaky for a few hours after it. One time I heard it in my mothers voice in a very urgent tone.

That evening my mother called to tell me that she had had an accident (crashed against a tree, but nothing happened except for car damage). She told me that the second she realised she was going to crash my name shot into her head because she had been worried about me lately and didn't want to leave me to deal with life without her.

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I've also had a dream that has freaked me out like no other. My dreams are normally very jumbled and don't make much sense. This one however was like watching a movie, it was that realistic. It was a dream about a woman who had killed several girls who had been either her maids or had been put in care with her.  It must have been quite some time ago because the manner of dressing and the house (an old farm house) suggest so. It was also quite clear that this woman was somewhere in the U.S. in a remote region (which is really weird because I live in Germany and at that time hadn't ever been to the States.) I specifically dreamed the place where she buried one of her victims (which was under the floor boards of her barn).

At the very end of the dream the woman told me her name. It was Ada May Wood. Now I have googled that name again and again and although I've found a few Ada May Woods (mostly on cemetery plot sites, I suppose it was a pretty common name) I certainly didn't find articles about a murderer called that. But I won't ever forget that dream. It was so realistic I was convinced I'd find a whole slew of stories about her.

 Gah, now I've freaked myself out again.  :-\
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: housewife2k on April 04, 2008, 10:49:48 AM
Well, I don't know if this is something you want to hear, but in Ada Oklahome, there is a maywood neighborhood.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: zoidberg on April 04, 2008, 10:55:02 AM
Well, I don't know if this is something you want to hear, but in Ada Oklahome, there is a maywood neighborhood.

Wow, that IS creepy! But thanks for telling me, I've always had the feeling that there was something to that name...

I'm VERY glad at the moment that BF will be sleeping next to me tonight!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Tabris on April 08, 2008, 08:27:55 PM
Bumping up.  I need more stories! :D



Dotty, I've posted something for the weblog tour that you might like for the "OOOOH!" factor.

http://philangelus.wordpress.com/2008/04/09/blog-tour-2/
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: DottyG on April 08, 2008, 09:46:27 PM
Bumping up.  I need more stories! :D



Dotty, I've posted something for the weblog tour that you might like for the "OOOOH!" factor.

http://philangelus.wordpress.com/2008/04/09/blog-tour-2/


What a cool story!  I love it!

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: VorFemme on April 08, 2008, 11:26:42 PM
Bumping up.  I need more stories! :D



Dotty, I've posted something for the weblog tour that you might like for the "OOOOH!" factor.

http://philangelus.wordpress.com/2008/04/09/blog-tour-2/


What a cool story!  I love it!



I guess your Guardian Angel LIKES being *YOUR* Guardian Angel, if the "favorite city" is where the honeymoon suite you were conceived in was/is located!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Tabris on April 09, 2008, 07:37:05 AM
I guess your Guardian Angel LIKES being *YOUR* Guardian Angel, if the "favorite city" is where the honeymoon suite you were conceived in was/is located!

I think so too. It took me a long while to accept that, but I think you're right.  (*sniff*)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Reddie321 on April 09, 2008, 10:19:40 AM
Reposting a few stories for all interested parties:

Some BG, I now live in a three bedroom townhouse with two other girls (S & B).  Ours is an end unit, so we only share one wall.  Whens B's boyfriend (G) was visiting over the holidays (and S & I were out of town), they were apparently awakened in the early hours of the morning by the downstairs TV.  G went downstairs to first figure out what it was, and then to turn it off (white noise, by the way).  Just as he picked up the remote to turn it off, it turned itself off!

One night a few weeks ago, I was making dinner while my roommates were both out.  While I was waiting on some water to boil, I went upstairs to my room to straighten up, then went back downstairs. As I'm cooking, I hear noises that are definitely NOT coming from our wall neighbors.  Directly above my head (so, in B's bedroom), I hear what sounds like furniture moving around and dresser drawers opening and closing (like someone was rearranging furniture and putting away laundry).  I figured I missed B coming home while I was tidying up, so I didn't think anything of it.  After a few minutes of that, I decided it was going on longer than normal, so of course I decided to go investigate.  I called B's name up the stairs, and then went into her room when I heard no answer.  NO ONE was there.  I hightailed it back downstairs and kept cooking with the stereo on LOUD!  I told S about it when she got home and she beat me to the description of the noises!  Apparently she's only heard them when she's home alone, too!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Reddie321 on April 09, 2008, 10:50:45 AM
All of these stories center around my aunt’s house outside of Tampa, FL (on a lake).  When she and my uncle were building their house, they decided to have a picnic dinner in the then-unfinished living room to look at the progress the workers made.  While they’re eating, my aunt hears a low moan start from the back of the house and travel down the hallway.  Now my uncle is hard of hearing, so she pretended she didn’t hear anything until she saw him stop eating and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.  They looked at each other, and my uncle says, “Did you hear that?”
A: “Uh-huh.”
U: “Want to leave?”
A: “Uh-huh.”
And they high-tailed it out of there.

Another time before the house was completed, my uncle’s son (LA) from a previous marriage was fishing from a fallen cypress tree, with my aunt watching from the back porch.  She sees a small orange ball drift slowly on the lake just in front of LA.  Once it passed him, the orange ball shot across the lake and disappeared into the vacant lot next door.  LA (who is just like his father), slowly gathered up his fishing gear, walked back up to the porch, and told my aunt he wanted to leave-NOW.

More in the next post…
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Reddie321 on April 09, 2008, 10:51:20 AM
My uncle’s sister (C) was visiting, and the next morning at the breakfast table, she asked her brother if he had heard something in the middle of the night.  It sounded like something falling on the hardwood floor.  He heard it, but my aunt hadn’t.  She figured one of the dogs had knocked down one of the baby gates, until she remembered that all the gates were up that morning.  She looked around, and a stack of silver chargers that were on the dining room table were now on the floor next to the table.  Perhaps one of the large dogs had knocked them off the table in the middle of the night, and that’s what C heard.  Except that if a dog had knocked them off, they wouldn’t be in a neat stack on the carpet!

My personal experience involved doors that didn’t not shut (if that makes sense).  If a door was pushed, it closed.  This story and the next one took place in my aunt and uncle’s guest house.  During my three night stay there, I was awakened one night around 2:30 with a dog panting in my face.  No big deal…I just walked the dog back to the living room, and I went back to bed.  The next night, I didn’t want to be woken by a dog again, so I made sure the doors leading to the bedroom were shut.  I woke up around 2:30 again, this time for no apparent reason.  One of the doors leading into the bedroom (which is right by the head of the bed) is standing wide open.  Had I been in my right mind, I would have quickly fled the room for the safety of my aunt and uncle’s room, but I was very sleepy, so I just shut the door and went back to bed.  I told my aunt what had happened the previous two nights.  She shook the first night off as me not shutting the door very well, but the second night creeped her out, especially when we tried to NOT shut the doors (just leave them “almost-shut”).  That state did not exist.  The doors were open or close only, no in between.  And no, the dogs did not know how to open doors. ;-)

My last story comes from my father who is not easily scared, nor does he make things up.  He and my mom were staying in the guest house for a weekend visit.  While hanging clothes up in the closet he felt a hand softly touch him on his back.  Thinking it was my mom, he turned around, but no one was there.  He didn’t go into the guest house alone for the rest of the trip, and to this day, he won’t talk about that story.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Gyro Widget on April 09, 2008, 02:02:41 PM
This is not necessarily paranormal, but freaky still - has anybody heard of the "number stations" that are recorded by ham radio operators..?  They are freaky to listen to thats for sure, even though it is rumored that they are just code for spies overseas... especially the ones that use children's voices. 

..I'm going to get my ham radio license eventually.. but I don't know what I'd do if I actually came across one real-time.  ;)   
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: DottyG on April 09, 2008, 02:54:04 PM
This is not necessarily paranormal, but freaky still - has anybody heard of the "number stations" that are recorded by ham radio operators..?  They are freaky to listen to thats for sure, even though it is rumored that they are just code for spies overseas... especially the ones that use children's voices. 

..I'm going to get my ham radio license eventually.. but I don't know what I'd do if I actually came across one real-time.  ;)  

What are they?

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: sadiemae on April 09, 2008, 08:58:37 PM
I also love these stories, so here is one of my own.

As a birthday present when I turned thirteen, my mother purchased a week at a "Dude Ranch" for both of us to attend. We were very excited, especially since there would be so much horse back riding and a ton of entertainment.  My mother's vision has not been great since she had glaucoma in her teens, and night driving has never been her forte. We thought we had started on our trip early enough, but my mother also has no sense of direction, so we ended up lost and had to backtrack, costing us a good two hours. This put us driving through the Adirondacks, with windy roads and deep embankments, and nighttime was closing in.

As it became dark, it started to rain. Hard, really hard. This compounded my mother's vision problems, but she was determined to make it to our destination that evening.  Now deep into unlit, windy roads, the headlights went out. She pulled over and we tried everything we knew to get them working. Finally, I remembered that we had seen a campground a few miles back. She turned around, and we very slowly drove back to the campground. As we pulled in, the downpour stopped. Thankfully, there was still someone on duty. He was kind enough to help us put up our tent and give us directions to the nearest mechanic, in a town we had passed, and we hunkered down to spend the night.

The next morning, we woke up and went to the mechanic. When my mother told him the problem, he started by trying to turn on the lights. Which worked. Our jaws dropped. These lights couldn't be working now, they wouldn't work at all the night before! My mother even had him check the fuses and the wiring. He said everything was fine, and it must have been a freak occurance. We started back on our way.

So here we were, driving down this road that we had been on the previous night, now in the morning sun. We passed the campground we stayed at. A few miles later, we passed where we had pulled over. About five miles after that, we ran into some major construction. The road was closed on one portion, with lanes marked by traffic cones. On the other side, a very steep embankment down the side of a mountain. It was very difficult to maneuver in broad daylight. My mother looked at me and said, "This is why the lights went out. If I had tried to drive this last night in the rain, I never would have been able to see and we would have driven off the edge. Our Guardian Angel was looking out for us."

She was right. She never would have made that passageway in a downpour in the dark. I still get chills when I think about that night.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Reddie321 on April 09, 2008, 10:38:53 PM
Your story just gave me chills sadiemae!  Glad y'all were okay!  Someone sure was looking out for you that night.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Roo on April 09, 2008, 11:37:38 PM
Oooooh, so creepy. I have to admit I'm very much a skeptic when it comes to ghost stories, though I'm terribly eager for personal experience to disabuse me of the skepticism.

The hallway of the house I grew up, which was built in 1840, always made me feel vaguely uneasy and genuinely frightened after dark. Lucky me that my bedroom was at the end of it! Once a girl we didn't know at all was in the house and asked us what our grandmother's name was, and did she live here with us (oh, heck no), as she'd just seen an old lady in the hallway.

My mom sometimes has premonitions of the dullest variety, more like flashes of deja vu in reverse. She has had one odd experience, while she was house-sitting for her aunt shortly after her uncle died. My mom and her sister were staying in the house and no matter what they did the door to their uncle's workroom would not stay shut.

My mom's aunt had also boxed up uncle's clothes, neatly stacked in the attic (she's an organized type and grief turned that up big time), but one of his favorite sweatshirts kept winding up on the floor of the laundry room. Initially my mom and her sister both thought the sweatshirt belonged to the other, but my great-aunt confirmed she had left that specific sweatshirt in the dresser when she packed everything else up.

That uncle was always sort of a joker, I gather. I was only about 9 when he died, and since my family is so scattered, geographically, I hadn't spent any time with him and didn't know him at all. One of his daughters had an incident after he died, with the night-light in her room flicking on and off, on and off all night long. Finally she'd had enough and said aloud, "Dad, you're driving me nuts. Stop it." And it did.

My uncle (mom's brother) is currently the owner of a cabin which has been in his family since the 1940s. That whole side used to take advantage of it during the summer; another relative built a house just across the road, and for a bit it was a really idyllic vacation spot. The immediate family of the deceased uncle (his widow, two of her three daughters and their husbands) was staying there one weekend, and one night they all woke up to a really loud crash in the kitchen. This cabin is incredibly small, incidentally, and most people wind up sleeping in the kitchen/living/dining/loft space; it would be impossible NOT to hear any noise in the kitchen.

Everyone got up and looked for the source of the noise, figuring one of the shelves in the cabinets had likely finally succumbed to age. Everything was totally fine, except one single drinking glass had shattered into a perfect pile of uniform, round pieces of glass. It was pretty weird.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: beingkj on April 10, 2008, 12:15:53 AM
I don't have anything too creepy to post about, except 3 slightly ghosty incidents, and a couple of weird dreams/feelings.

1 - I was about 12 and my two favourite dogs in the world had been accidentally poisoned and had died about 4 weeks prior. I was playing hide and seek in the dark with my sister and a couple of new friends, and I went and hid crouched in some tall grass. When I looked up (to see if I had been spotted yet) I could see a blurry shape that looked a bit like the larger of the two dogs (odd, because the smaller had been more mine). There was no sound, and he didn't move, but when I looked up again he was gone.

2 - There's an old ruin on my family's property that we joke is haunted. A couple of times when driving past the ruin we have been able to smell food cooking (nearest house is ours and is about 4 kms away). Mostly, we have smelled meat roasting but I smelled a cake baking there one day. I don't like to be there alone.

One day I was out there with my mother and my sister, we were searching around for old bottles and bits of broken glass, when my dog began growling and barking in the direction of the car. He behaved oddly for a while and then went back to his normal silly self.

3 - same dog, different time and location. I was walking around home past the old blacksmith's shop and the spook's room (so named because a worker claimed to see a ghost there). My dog planted himself in front of me, with his tail against my legs, and began barking and growling and generally acting very aggressive. After about 10 seconds he settled down, looked at me as if to say "I scared it away, aren't I good?" and let me keep walking.

4 - My parents only ever had two children - me and my younger sister. I had a really vivid dream one night that I had a little brother, about two years younger than my sister. He looked a lot like my dad but had my mum's slightly wirey hair. His name was Michael and he was a little terror - he hated schools, he teased the chooks, and he wouldn't sit still long enough to do anything unless he was on a motorbike or helping dad. He also thought his oldest sister was boring because she read all the time.

I passed it off as a weird dream but a while later when I was talking to mum I asked her if she had always wanted two girls, and she said that she wanted two children, loved having two girls but when my sister was a bit over 1 she thought she was pregnant again. So somewhere, in some parallel universe KJ's Mum and Dad had 3 kids. (Michael was a name they considered for my sister if she had been a boy).

5 -  This was confusing more than it was scary: the weekend after easter I went "home" to visit my parents. I was standing in the kitchen talking to Mum while she cooked tea, and I was telling her about my plans to look for a flat. I had the strongest sense of deja vu while I was talking - like I'd had the exact conversation in the same place, sometime before. I couldn't have, though, because I hadn't been home since Christmas, and hadn't started looking for a flat until late February. The feeling was so strong though that I had to ask mum if I was repeating myself.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: CyberKat on April 10, 2008, 10:28:55 AM
I tend to get an extremely uncomfortable deja vu in very random situations. Problem is, the weird feeling of deja vu is so strong that I feel dizzy and sometimes I stumble and almost faint. I'll try to describe one, in case anyone else has ever felt like it.

I'll typically be in the middle of a conversation, while doing something separate, like playing on my computer, reading, or eating. I rarely get them when I just sit and talk to someone, I usually need to be doing something else too.

Suddenly, in the middle of everything, I get tunnel vision, and everything sounds like it's far away, and I have this strong feeling that I've done this before, or dreamt it. Sometimes I almost fall over, or lose balance.

It's extremely uncomfortable, and it takes a few minutes for me to be reassured that I am in the "real" world. It has happened a few times when I lived with my mum, and if she wasn't home to talk to, I had to go and get one of her cats, to feel that I was in contact with the real world again. It's very unsettling, and it kinda feels like when you're not sure you're dreaming or awake.

Once, I told my mum about a weird dream I had. A few weeks later, I had a strong deja vu in some situation. I told my mum about it (I had forgotten the dream) and she said "Wait, isn't that exactly what your dream was about, a few weeks ago?"
It was kinda weird. That's the only time I have proof that it wasn't deja vu though, I HAD actually dreamt about the situation before I experienced it.

Freaky.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: LadyClaire on April 10, 2008, 10:52:21 AM
I've mentioned in this thread before or in other threads that the building I work in is supposedly haunted.

A few weeks ago an employee here who is very much into hauntings brought a team of ghost hunters into the building after hours. They set up cameras and audio recorders..and caught both pictures AND voices. I haven't had the chance to look at any of it myself, but some of my co-workers have and they say both the audio recordings and the pictures are very clear.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Stormtreader on April 10, 2008, 02:39:46 PM
Cyberkat, im not trying to be alarmist and i have no medical training etc of any kind, but deja vu, feeling detached from your surroundings, and affected vision/sounds are possible symptoms of mild temporal epilepsy http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simple_partial_seizure (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simple_partial_seizure) . DOes this sound at all like what you experience?
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: kherbert05 on April 10, 2008, 03:06:06 PM
OK about this time last year.

Loren pats sis's tummy and talks about her little brother in Mom's Tummy. Sis reminds her no Aunt D and someone else has a baby in their tummy.

Loren keeps inisting that no mommy has a baby brother in her tummy and he is going to be a birthday present.

Brett was born in November just a week and a bit before Loren's birthday.

I've told Sis and BIL - Never breath a word of this to Mom's family. Some would be ok. Some would want her to make other predictions - some are convinced all gifts are from the devil. BIL thinks I'm nuts - Sis knows I'm right.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Warbaby on April 10, 2008, 08:25:45 PM
My Beloved was descended from Clan Campbell of Argylle and the Royal Clan Stuart.  Her grandfather, according to what she told me, had very strong paranormal experiences.

Beloved did not like at all to exercise those powers, but, if she told you she didn't like someone or not to do something, it was best to listen to her.  She couldn't explain why she didn't like the person or why she didn't want you to do something, but every time, the person or the activity turned out to be not good.

She also, from the very first, knew what I was thinking or was going to say before I said it.

She did tell me that she didn't like to touch those powers because she felt something malevolent there.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: CyberKat on April 11, 2008, 05:35:29 AM
Cyberkat, im not trying to be alarmist and i have no medical training etc of any kind, but deja vu, feeling detached from your surroundings, and affected vision/sounds are possible symptoms of mild temporal epilepsy http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simple_partial_seizure (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simple_partial_seizure) . DOes this sound at all like what you experience?

No, it's nowhere near that bad, but thanks for your concern. It also only happens a few times a year or so, but if it changes in any way, I will probably take it up with my doctor. However, when happens so sporadically, and different each time, there's not much for him to go on.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Stormtreader on April 11, 2008, 05:57:43 AM
Cyberkat, im not trying to be alarmist and i have no medical training etc of any kind, but deja vu, feeling detached from your surroundings, and affected vision/sounds are possible symptoms of mild temporal epilepsy http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simple_partial_seizure (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simple_partial_seizure) . DOes this sound at all like what you experience?

No, it's nowhere near that bad, but thanks for your concern. It also only happens a few times a year or so, but if it changes in any way, I will probably take it up with my doctor. However, when happens so sporadically, and different each time, there's not much for him to go on.
Phew, Im glad to hear that! :)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: TiggerFive on April 13, 2008, 07:39:02 AM
Great thread!  Bumping and chiming in.

Rented a house several years ago with a good friend.  Things started disappearing.  Her brush was simply gone one morning--we searched everywhere for it--nada.  We came home one day about a week later, she went into her room and called my name.  Her brush was sitting on top of her large jewelry box in the center of her dresser...

Other things, like earrings.  Take them off, leave them on the coffee table, come out in the morning and one was gone. 

Once we realized that it was always "girly" stuff, we figured we had a female entity.  She was never mean, always playful and we'd just say things like, "ok, you're funny--now bring it back, please."  It always showed up, somewhere else.

When we moved out, we invited her to go with us, but she stayed there.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: TiggerFive on April 13, 2008, 07:55:30 AM
Then there is my best friend.  When she was little, she saw people's auras.  She'd tell her parents that she didn't like that man because he was "all black on the edges" or she liked that lady "because she was the same color as the roses".  Being Hispanic Catholics (with a good dose of Latin superstition tossed in), it scared the holy bejabbers out of her folks and they hushed her up, so she pushed it away.

She doesn't see auras anymore but her first impression of a person is ALWAYS dead on.  Always.  If she has a feeling about something, I've always trusted it.

Tig
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: TiggerFive on April 13, 2008, 08:06:17 AM
Last one-promise.  ;D  My best friend again.

She and I both lost heart dogs--she was really worried about them since our religion taught that animals don't have souls.  She just couldn't fathom that love & spirit being gone.  So, one night, she went to the "Rainbow Bridge" in her dreams.  (FYI, it's not really a bridge and there wasn't a rainbow, she went to an enormous cavern that was warm and friendly feeling and was filled with every animal imaginable, not just cats and dogs.)  Chow and Dogger bounded out of the crowd, so excited to see her.  They were happy she was there and my guy told her to tell me that he loved me.  They said they were happy and were waiting for us.  :)

She was so relaxed about them after this dream that I never doubted that she visited. 
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Suze on April 13, 2008, 08:20:01 AM
Then there is my best friend.  When she was little, she saw people's auras.  She'd tell her parents that she didn't like that man because he was "all black on the edges" or she liked that lady "because she was the same color as the roses".  Being Hispanic Catholics (with a good dose of Latin superstition tossed in), it scared the holy bejabbers out of her folks and they hushed her up, so she pushed it away.

She doesn't see auras anymore but her first impression of a person is ALWAYS dead on.  Always.  If she has a feeling about something, I've always trusted it.

Tig

Oh she still sees them - she has just learned to "keep it underground"  and probably doesn't relize that is how she is making jugements on people.

I can "feel" an aura better than I can "see" one.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: geordicat on April 13, 2008, 11:09:16 AM
k. I'm going to add mine then go back and read!!

When i was 3, we lived in Monterey CA.  The apartment was L shaped and at the corner was a breezeway.  We lived on the second floor.  During the day I walked around (it was 1967.. we did that!) and was fine.  I woiuld go to the breezeway and listen to the people talking, laughing, having fun.  There was also drums.  I couldn't SEE anybody, but I heard them.  My parents told me it was someone's tv. 

I was fine with the windows open during the day.  Didn't bother me one bit.  However, if someone so much as cracked a window open at night, I would come running out of my room screaming that "They were trying to get me!!"  i was seeing Native Americans peering in my window.  They were MAD.  I could see their war paint and they were holding tomahawks.  Remember... we lived on the second floor.

My parents would come in and try to show me that there was nobody.  I could still see them.  They were trying to get in.  Only that glass was preventing them from entering.  EAch time the lights went out, they'd bang on the glass.  this went on for months.

One day my dad was poking around the library and discovered the apartment was on an ancient Indian burial ground.

We moved.  that day.

Another one... since I am a ghost magnet.  :)  My mom had me check a house for ghosts before she moves in.  Her and her bf were going to rent his HUGE incredible awesome house with a porch that wrapped around the entire second floor.  The view was amazing.  The kitchen was a chef's dream.  Lots of rooms, big airy living room.

I pulled up to the house and it has a wonderful feel to it.  i walked into the 'music room' and it felt fine.  I wasn't sensing anything.  Everything was bright and airy and there were lots of windows.  I walked down the hall into a wall of black.  I coudln't breath and it was freakishly cold.  I quickly walked out and said "put something green there RIGHT NOW" so my mom put her potted spider plant in the hallway.  My mom said to leave my son downstairs (he was 3 at the time) and I said "OH (many cuss words) NO!!"

We went upstairs to check the rest of the house.  We walked through the kitchen  into the upstairs hallway and I found a pocket door for the kitchen.  I LOVE pocket doors!  I closed it and we went down the hall.  We suddenly smelled sewage, and a lot of it.  I looked in the window sills and saw lots of dead flies.  The sewage smell was getting bad so I said "YOU can live here if you want but I will never come visit you" and started walking away.  My mom and her bf followed me. 

We got back to the kitchen and the pocket door had been opened.  We were the only ones in the house.  My mom started to freak a bit.  I went downstairs to go out to my car and my mom was right behind me. 

Remember that potted spider plant?  Well, it had been ripped up and there was dirt scattered from one end of the downstairs to the other.  My mom and her bf didn't rent that place. 

I did ghost check another house for them.  THere is an old lady ghost in the kitchen, but she's a sweetie.  She just wanted to make sure whoever got her house was happy there.  There is also a ghost of a orange cat who sometimes sits in the back yard. 
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: housewife2k on April 13, 2008, 01:10:02 PM
I will preface this by admitting that I have been on narcotic grade painkillers for the last few days, but Hubby and our kitten both reacted, too.
I had a same day surgical procedure on thursday. I got home, and was feeling pretty good. Right around bedtime, I started to feel not so good. This is to be expected, as the hospitol drugs are leaving my system, etc... Hubby, after taking care of me all day, decided to hop on the computer. I really started to feel dizzy, needed to get to the bathroom, couldn't get there on my own. In a thirty second period, the dining room light burnt out, my bedroom door slammed open, and the cat shot out of my room all sorts of puffy and yowling. I heard, clear as day, my grandma, who died before I was even dating Hubby, yell out his name, and berate him for not checking on me sooner. Hubby ran into the room, asked why I was yalling at him, and why the cat clawed the heck out of his arm.
He got me to the bathroom, I was OK, all said and done, and the kitten was fine after a little bit, but whenever Hubby was on the computer for more than an hour at a shot, until today, when I am officially "in the clear" the lights in the computer room would flicker, and he would get a chill.

Whenever I was ill when I was younger, my grandma would take care of me, and was fierce about making sure I got my meds exactly when I was supposed to, made sure I went to the bathroom periodically, etc...
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Suze on April 13, 2008, 01:16:38 PM
Grandma's still taking care of you, and sent the cat in to "remind" him
how sweet
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: TiggerFive on April 13, 2008, 08:28:03 PM
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Oh she still sees them - she has just learned to "keep it underground"  and probably doesn't relize that is how she is making jugements on people.

I can "feel" an aura better than I can "see" one.
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Thanks, Suze.  That makes sense to me.  She is an amazingly sensitive woman.  I trust her feelings implicitly.  (Hope I quoted this exchange properly).

If she tells me to avoid a person, I know that there is a reason to do so.  She's never been wrong. 

Tig     
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Yarnspinner on April 13, 2008, 10:01:45 PM
Adding a couple of stories from friends and then coming back to read in the morning when I won't be so creeped out (it's gettin' dark here, guys! I'm scared.)

1) A friend of mine and his daughter both tell this story:  J's Dad died long before J's daughter was born.  However, his daughter, S, swears her grandpa looked out for her anyway.  One day, S was eager to get outside for some reason.  She was about nine years old, I think.  J told her to take it easy, not be so impatient.  S was having none of it.  She was going outside to play NOW.

So she took off running with J in hot pursuit.  And, on the top stone step of the outside stairs, S took a header.  She should have wound up at the bottom of the stair well, with a broken skull.

Instead, what J saw was this:  S fell, but as she fell, straight forward to the stone path, her body suddenly raised up at the last minute and was deposited, FLIPPED OVER, into the soft grass.

S, being S, (I have never met such a nonchalant kid) got up, brushed herself off and said "Thanks, Grandpa" and continued on her merry way.

J darn near wet his pants.

2) Another friend tells the story of her room at college.  There was a shelf over her bed that had a slight tilt to it.  She would keep her books on it, but she always kept something heavy mounted at the bottom part of the tilt to keep the books from sliding off.

And yet, she would wake up some days with the books in her bed...and the heavy nicknack undisturbed.  So, one night she and her room mate put the books on and stayed up to watch...as the books did indeed, go off the shelf--sliding UP the inclined shelf and falling onto the bed.  She removed the shelf ASAP.

3) One of our library branches is said to be haunted.  (I have never seen anything there, but the place would creep almost anyone out.  It's dreary, dingy and the downstairs looks like one of those places characters in j-horror films are always finding ghosts--dark and crowded here, open and empty there.)  Anyway, one of the staff was setting up a cart of books to shelve the next day.  She put them in alphabetical order, by author, then took them in to the room where they were to be shelved. 

When she came in the next morning, the books were still on the cart, still in alphabetical order---but piled up in a straight tower in the center of the cart.  She thought the maintenace man was playing a trick on her, until she got the call that he was out sick that day.

4) Same branch.  The woman supervising that branch was alone in the upstairs area, waiting while a group finished their meeting downstairs.  When the group was done, they came upstairs and said goodnight.  My colleague saw them to the door and locked it, then turned around to go back downstairs, collect her things, turn out the lights and leave.

She saw a woman from the group heading back down the stairs.  Thinking the lady had forgotten something, she went downstairs, to the meeting room and saw--an empty room.  She started searching through the dark and dreary storage areas and in the lady's room.  When she couldn't find anyone, she collected her things and ran out of the place so fast she almost forgot to lock the door.

And now I am afraid I won't sleep tonight for telling you these stories which aren't even that scary......
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: bionelly on April 14, 2008, 03:10:16 AM
I have several stories, but they're all pretty minor compared to some of the ones here!  Still, as long as everybody's sharing...

1. A few weeks after my dad died, my mom had an extremely vivid dream about him.  She said she could actually feel the hairs on his arm, and it truly felt like he was there.  She believes he was letting her know that he was okay.

2. Before my dad died, he was in school to be a dentist.  He had a little packet of gold for making fillings.  After he died, mom couldn't find it, although she was certain it was kept in a particular drawer.  She moved, and in the course of the move the drawer was emptied, and the contents packed.  Some time passed, and mom eventually looked in that drawer for something else.  The packet was there, right where she had thought it would be...but where was it during the move?

3. About places having certain personalities - when my grandmother was put in a nursing home, a group of relatives went to her house to clean it out and get it ready for sale.  There was some really horrific child abuse that had happened in that house, and you could definitely sense that it was not a good place.  At one point, we were all in the kitchen looking out the window, and everyone there was convinced that there was a dead dog in the backyard.  When someone actually went outside to look, there was nothing there.

4. When DH was a kid, he went to a school that was down the street from a hotel that was well-known for being haunted.  He went to the bathroom by himself one day, and on the way back he saw a man dressed in turn-of-the-century clothes blocking his way to the door.  This man gave off an intense sense of evil, and in fact DH thinks he may have been a demon, rather than a ghost.  DH managed to dodge past him, but he refused to go to the bathroom by himself at that school after that.

5. The apartment we live in now is in a building that dates to the late 1800's.  We regularly have things happen like doors popping open by themselves and the dog barking for no apparent reason.  One night, the speakers for the computer made a loud humming noise for about half an hour.  Both the computer and the speakers themselves were shut off at the time. 
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Mrs.E on April 14, 2008, 05:24:49 PM
Okay, I don't usually talk about this since no one believes me but you guys seem very open minded. I was living with my roomate/best college friend in a duplex that wasn't really old but seemed to have a history...does that make sense? Anyway I loved this place, small with hardwood floors and a great floor plan. You walked in the front door to the living room. Straight behind the l.r. was the kitchen, then a long hallway with the washer dryer, my bedroom, roomates bedroom and the bathroom @ the end of the hall. The majority of "the occurrences" happened in the bathroom and my roomates bedroom. The first odd thing that happened was our neighbor (the witch lady) woke us up at 3 in the morning by banging on our door and yelling at us to stop banging on the walls....which ticked me off because she was always complaining about us keeping her up while we were asleep. For a while we just thought she was crazy....until.... we had 3 friends get stuck in the bathroom on 3 separate occasions, the door didn't lock it just wouldn't open, we had to take the doorknob off to get them out. There were these odd rust colored stains on the top of the toilet tank and side of the cabinet beside the shower that would come back minutes after we washed them off. I started leaving the door open when no one was home and I had to use the bathroom so I didn't get locked in but then I could hear footsteps coming down the hall when there was nothing there. ( I could see all the way down the hall into the living room with the bathroom door open) The last straw was the night that I woke up because my cat was hissing at something in the corner and at the same time my roomate ran into my room and jumped into bed with me shaking and almost hysterical. She said she woke up because she felt her cat playing with her feet and it was tickling her, she kicked at it, felt nothing there and looked over to see her cat asleep on the pillow beside her. My cat was closed in the room with me and started hissing seconds before my roomate came running in the room. We moved out shortly after.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: DottyG on April 14, 2008, 07:06:17 PM
she felt her cat playing with her feet and it was tickling her, she kicked at it, felt nothing there and looked over to see her cat asleep on the pillow beside her.

I did that one time......but it was something tickling me on the face.  And, it was a roach.  EWWWWWWWW! :D

(Ok, I'm shuddering just thinking about it again! :D)

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: PeasNCues on April 15, 2008, 01:27:28 PM
I haven’t finished reading the thread yet, but I thought I would submit my own story. I remember this all down to the detail on the ceiling of my bedroom.

Years ago, when I was about 9, my family rented a house in FL for our vacation. My brother was an infant at this time (not even old enough to roll over without help). The way the house was set up – the master suite was on one side of the house, then there was the kitchen/living room/dining room and after that a hallway where the bedrooms my siblings and I slept in.

I slept in a room with my brother’s crib. I remember being excited because I got to have a double bed where my sisters had to share a room with a pair of twin beds. After the night I am talking about, I was thankful that they didn’t question the fact that I very much preferred sleeping on the floor between them.

I woke up in a cold sweat – feeling absolutely terrified – more terrified than I have ever been or hopefully ever will be. The first thing that struck me was that I absolutely could not move. It wasn’t like my body wasn’t listening to me – every muscle in my whole body was so tense it was seriously painful. The next thing I realized – my baby brother was screaming. Not crying – screaming. I don’t know if you’ve ever heard an infant screaming, but it is deeply… disturbing isn’t strong enough a word. It just sounded – unnatural.

I managed to turn my head – but it hurt so much. There was a white (as in not in Technicolor) woman and she was reaching into his crib. His torso was half off the mattress (remember – he couldn’t even roll over at the time). The woman’s hair was blocking her face, and she wasn’t paying any attention to me until the moment I gasped in fear. She looked right at me through a pair of glasses and I was too scared to scream. Then she immediately disappeared.

Oh and it doesn’t end there. I grabbed my brother and ran down the hall to the living room. I sat on the couch, facing the TV. The TV reflected the hallway I had just run down. As I was crying and rocking back and forth with my brother, I felt that feeling of terror coming back. I looked up at the TV – she was coming down the hall at us. She was walking in this jaunty step and I just KNEW she wanted to hurt me – she was evil and she wanted to hurt me and my brother. I screamed, closed my eyes – and ran into my parents’ room.

My father was disgusted when I finally blurted out that I had seen a ghost. He told me to “go back to bed.” But my mom said I was so pale and shaking that she knew I had seen something. Her side of the family is sensitive to ghosts, so she believed me. She moved the baby’s bed into the master suite with them and put me on the floor in my sister’s room for the rest of vacation.

That was the most terrifying experience. I still have nightmares and I am so terrified that I will wake up and SHE will be there. Sometimes I can’t sleep at night. Definitely not a friendly ghost experience.  :-\
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Warbaby on April 15, 2008, 02:51:57 PM
Not an experience, but a comment:  My Beloved saw and felt things that I couldn't.  She always said that there were both evil and good spirits/presences in our world. 

From what little I have felt over the years, she was right on the money.  Some of her sensitivity apparently rubbed off on me because I now feel things that I never could before.  Not strongly, but if there is something there, I can usually feel it.

Folks, I've been through too much in my life to scare easily, but there are some things I've felt that were positively evil and had evil intentions.  I've never understood why they can't carry out these intentions, but apparently they need a human host to do so.  Understand that is my best guess.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: DottyG on April 16, 2008, 09:05:04 PM
Ok, I've been watching a show about ghosts, and now I need some updates to
our thread!

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: beingkj on April 16, 2008, 09:27:55 PM
I haven’t finished reading the thread yet, but I thought I would submit my own story. I remember this all down to the detail on the ceiling of my bedroom.

Years ago, when I was about 9, my family rented a house in FL for our vacation. My brother was an infant at this time (not even old enough to roll over without help). The way the house was set up – the master suite was on one side of the house, then there was the kitchen/living room/dining room and after that a hallway where the bedrooms my siblings and I slept in.

I slept in a room with my brother’s crib. I remember being excited because I got to have a double bed where my sisters had to share a room with a pair of twin beds. After the night I am talking about, I was thankful that they didn’t question the fact that I very much preferred sleeping on the floor between them.

I woke up in a cold sweat – feeling absolutely terrified – more terrified than I have ever been or hopefully ever will be. The first thing that struck me was that I absolutely could not move. It wasn’t like my body wasn’t listening to me – every muscle in my whole body was so tense it was seriously painful. The next thing I realized – my baby brother was screaming. Not crying – screaming. I don’t know if you’ve ever heard an infant screaming, but it is deeply… disturbing isn’t strong enough a word. It just sounded – unnatural.

I managed to turn my head – but it hurt so much. There was a white (as in not in Technicolor) woman and she was reaching into his crib. His torso was half off the mattress (remember – he couldn’t even roll over at the time). The woman’s hair was blocking her face, and she wasn’t paying any attention to me until the moment I gasped in fear. She looked right at me through a pair of glasses and I was too scared to scream. Then she immediately disappeared.

Oh and it doesn’t end there. I grabbed my brother and ran down the hall to the living room. I sat on the couch, facing the TV. The TV reflected the hallway I had just run down. As I was crying and rocking back and forth with my brother, I felt that feeling of terror coming back. I looked up at the TV – she was coming down the hall at us. She was walking in this jaunty step and I just KNEW she wanted to hurt me – she was evil and she wanted to hurt me and my brother. I screamed, closed my eyes – and ran into my parents’ room.

My father was disgusted when I finally blurted out that I had seen a ghost. He told me to “go back to bed.” But my mom said I was so pale and shaking that she knew I had seen something. Her side of the family is sensitive to ghosts, so she believed me. She moved the baby’s bed into the master suite with them and put me on the floor in my sister’s room for the rest of vacation.

That was the most terrifying experience. I still have nightmares and I am so terrified that I will wake up and SHE will be there. Sometimes I can’t sleep at night. Definitely not a friendly ghost experience.  :-\


That is positively terrifying and sounds scarier than most freaky movies!

I hope you know that I'm covered in goosebumps here  :o
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Lurkergirl on April 17, 2008, 09:08:35 AM
Been trying to figure out what stories of mine to post and I can think of two at the moment.

The first one is about an ability that I have always had but as I have gotten older my abilities seem to be fading and I dont know how to stop that.  I graduated in 93 so this happened in 92 or 93 after school on the way home.  I was driving myself and 2 friends home and you know how school traffic is when school lets out its insane with back ups and well stupid drivers.  My best friend was sitting in the back seat of my tiny toyota corolla hackback and someone else was sitting up front next to me.  When got to a section of the road where there was one turn lane going to the right and everyone else goes straight.  All of a sudden in my minds eye I saw my car going into the turn lane when I had no reason to turn at all.  And had a very strong urge to move my car.  So I did the only thing I could I moved into the turn lane as quickly as I could while my friend is grabbing the back of the seat to keep her balance and I stop my car.  Next thing we know the car that was a little ways behind me slams into the car that was in front of me.  These were both older cars and the one that was hit had almost no trunk left.  If my car had been hit my best friend would have died since the car would have been hit so hard and mine was small.  We were all pretty weirded out but her parents never had a problem with her being in my car again since they knew she was safe after that...

My current story is the house I live in now.  We started renting it almost 2 years ago.  And I am sure it is haunted and have known that since we moved in.  When I was unpacking the kitchen I was putting the spices and stuff away.  I would put something up there turn around and it came flying back out and hit me in the head.  So I put it in there again and it did the same thing.  Finally stated out loud that there was where I wanted it and to leave it alone and it finally stayed in there.  My husband and I both have seen someone in the bathroom with us when we are showering.  Kinda scary at times.  I just ask for privacy and they usually leave.  We are sure there is at least one child and maybe an adult but they dont really bother us much anymore.  We do hear the child when our kids are at thier fathers.  It can be really strange to hear someone call out mom when I am home alone.  Funny thing is we have alot of animals and they are never around when the stuff happens.  Although the cat used to go nuts at the weirdest times.  I still get nervous if I am home alone though

Lurkergirl
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: PeasNCues on April 17, 2008, 09:18:07 AM
I'll post some of my family's stories:

At the house where my mother lived when she was young, there was the ghost of the old woman who had lived in the house before them, Mrs. Jester. My aunt saw her a few times, but described it as seeing a family friend - no fear at all. My mother, whose bedroom was just at the top of the stairs, used to hear her going up and down the stairs all night long (she had been infirm and unable to climb to the second floor - mom figured she was making up for lost time). My grandfather actually tore down the staircase and moved it to get it to stop.

My aunt moved into a historic home for a time. It had what she described as a "violent presence." Things would fly across the room, cabinets would open and then *bang* (with force) closed all night long. And there was a very negative feeling around the place. She ended up moving out because she could not stand it any longer.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: sadiemae on April 17, 2008, 12:46:48 PM
My current apartment is the upstairs of an old train station. The underground railroad also has deep roots in our area. There are still houses with sliding bookcases that reveal hidden rooms and passageways between rooms.

When we moved into our apartment, I didn't spend a lot of time there since I was constantly working. I would pretty much wake up, go to work, come home, go to sleep. Sweetheart would stay up much later than me. It seems that because of that, it took me quite a while to put a few things together. This apartment is definately haunted. I first realized it when Sweetheart left on Thanksgiving to go to his parents house and I stayed home. I was thrilled to have the evening to myself, and watched television and went to bed. The way the apartment is set up, there is a spiral staircase that leads to the apartment, then the apartment is a long, straight shot with the bedroom at the far end. There are no doors, except for the bathroom, which is near the entrance, and you can see from one end to the apartment to the other with no probem.

So anyway, I'm home, lying in bed, and I a door open and close, then footsteps. I figured that Sweetheart was coming home early to suprise me, so I flip over and look down the apartment. Noone. No big deal, maybe my ears are playing tricks on me or the apartment is creaking. So I roll back over.  A little while later, I hear it again. Clearly, a door opening and closing and heavy footsteps coming towards the bedroom. I flip over again. Nothing. So, I went downstairs to the business, but noone was there. I checked the main door and it was locked, and I was starting to get spooked. I went back to bed, but not before checking the bathroom door, which was still wide open. I finally fell asleep, but I was a bit weirded out.

A few days later, I mentioned to Sweetheart that I had heard some strange things while he was gone. His response, "Yeah, the footsteps."
"What? You heard them too?"
"Yeah, all the time."
"Do you hear the--"
"Door opening and closing. Yeah."
"Have you seen anything?"
"The shadows move. All the time." He was completely right, the shadows do move. I had been catching things out of the corner of my eye for months, but didn't think anything of it.
I asked him if it freaked him out and he said that he had settled it months ago. Turns out, he kept hearing the door and footsteps at night and just asked the ghost to keep it down.

The other strange thing about this apartment is how loud the noise is in the livingroom, but the bedroom is silent. The bedroom would have been above the stationmaster's office, but the livingroom is above the area where passengers waited for trains. At night, the building creaks, groans, taps, clicks and pings, which is all very loud in the livingroom, but not able to be heard at all from the bedroom, less than three feet away with no door separating them. It is really strange. In fact, something really weird happened with the noises this morning. I woke up at 5:00 am, but didn't need to be up until 6:00, so I went into the livingroom and laid down on the couch. I said out loud that I was going to need a wake up call at six. Sure enough, at six, the livingroom noise became rediculously loud. There were creaks, pings, taps, everything, all louder than normal. I woke up, said thanks, and walked into the bedroom to look at the clock. 6:00 am exactly. The rest of the morning the noises were quiet. At least they take requests...
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: jaxsue on April 17, 2008, 04:20:36 PM
My current apartment is the upstairs of an old train station. The underground railroad also has deep roots in our area. There are still houses with sliding bookcases that reveal hidden rooms and passageways between rooms.

When we moved into our apartment, I didn't spend a lot of time there since I was constantly working. I would pretty much wake up, go to work, come home, go to sleep. Sweetheart would stay up much later than me. It seems that because of that, it took me quite a while to put a few things together. This apartment is definately haunted. I first realized it when Sweetheart left on Thanksgiving to go to his parents house and I stayed home. I was thrilled to have the evening to myself, and watched television and went to bed. The way the apartment is set up, there is a spiral staircase that leads to the apartment, then the apartment is a long, straight shot with the bedroom at the far end. There are no doors, except for the bathroom, which is near the entrance, and you can see from one end to the apartment to the other with no probem.

So anyway, I'm home, lying in bed, and I a door open and close, then footsteps. I figured that Sweetheart was coming home early to suprise me, so I flip over and look down the apartment. Noone. No big deal, maybe my ears are playing tricks on me or the apartment is creaking. So I roll back over.  A little while later, I hear it again. Clearly, a door opening and closing and heavy footsteps coming towards the bedroom. I flip over again. Nothing. So, I went downstairs to the business, but noone was there. I checked the main door and it was locked, and I was starting to get spooked. I went back to bed, but not before checking the bathroom door, which was still wide open. I finally fell asleep, but I was a bit weirded out.

A few days later, I mentioned to Sweetheart that I had heard some strange things while he was gone. His response, "Yeah, the footsteps."
"What? You heard them too?"
"Yeah, all the time."
"Do you hear the--"
"Door opening and closing. Yeah."
"Have you seen anything?"
"The shadows move. All the time." He was completely right, the shadows do move. I had been catching things out of the corner of my eye for months, but didn't think anything of it.
I asked him if it freaked him out and he said that he had settled it months ago. Turns out, he kept hearing the door and footsteps at night and just asked the ghost to keep it down.

The other strange thing about this apartment is how loud the noise is in the livingroom, but the bedroom is silent. The bedroom would have been above the stationmaster's office, but the livingroom is above the area where passengers waited for trains. At night, the building creaks, groans, taps, clicks and pings, which is all very loud in the livingroom, but not able to be heard at all from the bedroom, less than three feet away with no door separating them. It is really strange. In fact, something really weird happened with the noises this morning. I woke up at 5:00 am, but didn't need to be up until 6:00, so I went into the livingroom and laid down on the couch. I said out loud that I was going to need a wake up call at six. Sure enough, at six, the livingroom noise became rediculously loud. There were creaks, pings, taps, everything, all louder than normal. I woke up, said thanks, and walked into the bedroom to look at the clock. 6:00 am exactly. The rest of the morning the noises were quiet. At least they take requests...

Great story. I can only imagine the "imprint" from previous lives. Did you ever try an EVP? Just leave a recorder on, ask a few questions, then leave for awhile. Maybe you'll get something good.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: sadiemae on April 17, 2008, 06:45:42 PM
Actually, I just bought a voice recorder the other day to tape interviews for a book I'm writing...I think I have a plan for tomorrow. Although, if it is too creepy, I may end up having to move by the weekend!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: jaxsue on April 17, 2008, 07:06:50 PM
Actually, I just bought a voice recorder the other day to tape interviews for a book I'm writing...I think I have a plan for tomorrow. Although, if it is too creepy, I may end up having to move by the weekend!

Yes, you can get creepy recordings. When we were in Ireland we got some amazing EVPs (no way to explain away the sounds). We made the mistake of listening to one EVP while still at the site - a midieval castle on a remote hill, at midnight, only one light so the place was very, very dark - and after a lot of noises (like you'd hear in a busy courtyard of that period), a voice came close and said, "Quickly, get out!"  :o We left right then, of course.

You can always assure whatever entities are there that you are not trying to make them leave and that you are no threat. Be sure to report back to us if you get something.

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Esther_bunny on April 18, 2008, 10:15:39 AM
Then there is my best friend.  When she was little, she saw people's auras.  She'd tell her parents that she didn't like that man because he was "all black on the edges" or she liked that lady "because she was the same color as the roses".  Being Hispanic Catholics (with a good dose of Latin superstition tossed in), it scared the holy bejabbers out of her folks and they hushed her up, so she pushed it away.

She doesn't see auras anymore but her first impression of a person is ALWAYS dead on.  Always.  If she has a feeling about something, I've always trusted it.

Tig

I'm really good at reading people (and so is my BF)... I wonder if that's sort of the same thing. We can "know" within a few minutes of meeting someone if they're someone we need to not be around. This worked in the case of my friend's ex-BF. My BF got a weird feeling and told me to never be alone in the house w/her bf (he was sleeping most of the week at our place b/c we shared a house). He ended up slashing her tires and hitting her....


Oh she still sees them - she has just learned to "keep it underground"  and probably doesn't relize that is how she is making jugements on people.

I can "feel" an aura better than I can "see" one.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Xallanthia on April 18, 2008, 12:43:10 PM
I have the creeps after spending a morning readin this thread!

The only thing that ever happens to me is the pre-deja-vu that some people described, although without the fainting and dizziness.  Just, something will happen, and at that moment I'll recall that I dreamed the same thing a few weeks before.  It's always mundane things, though, like stooping to tie my shoe at an amusement park.  I knew the exact configuration of my friends around me as though I'd previously seen a photograph of us.

Only once have I had a strong dream, and trusted it.  I was in the process of deciding to convert to Orthodox Christianity, as was my fiance (now DH).  He introduced me to Orthodoxy, so I know many people were concerned that I was doing it for him, not because I believed in it, and at the time I was a little worried myself.  In my dream, my priest (who was and is very much alive!) told me, "You have to do this for yourself, not for DH."  That morning, analyzing the dream decided me and I spoke to him the next day about being chrismated (confirmed).  Also in the dream, he told me that one friend of mine, who was Orthodox already, was moving away from the faith, and reminded me that she had converted partly for her then-bf, who had left the faith completely.  Later, I found out for sure that she was dating/considering marrying a non-Christian (she lives in a country where Christianity is not the majority religion).  This is not a problem for some, but Orthodox Christians are not permitted to marry a non-Christian and remain in communion with the church.  They don't have to be Orthodox, but they do have to be baptised.

However, what I came to report that's really strange I have secondhand: this happened to my friend's aunt.

She was visiting Mexico, and while she was there she visited a small site of ruins which included a statue with jade eyes.  These are usually representations of gods.  She stole the eyes from the statue.  That night she was grabbed by a group of men and gang-raped in an alley.  Upon returning to the US, she discovered that she had cancer.  Truly freaked-out and convinced she had angered the Mayan god by stealing the eyes, she mailed them back to the town nearest the ruins, along with an appologetic letter.  A few weeks later, she had exploratory surgery to determine the extent of her cancer, and it was gone.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Morty'sCleaningLady on April 18, 2008, 03:12:51 PM
I'm really enjoying this thread (and I feel like the most oblivious person in the world!)  Hmm, maybe I should start buying up haunted houses and enjoying my real estate bargain since I don't see or feel a thing.  (And I work in Boston.  Tons of history here.  There have been two deaths feet from my condo (neighbor died of kidney disease. Was found in his bathroom which shared a wall with mine.  Horrible car accident occurred about 100 feet from my balconey.  The single car flipped several times and caught on fire.  I slept through the accident, the fire fighters putting out the fire and the police preliminary investigation.  I noticed a News van pull into the parking lot around 9 in the morning; I had been up since 7:30; the crash occurred between 2 and 3 AM.)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Sandi Papaya on April 18, 2008, 03:18:40 PM
However, what I came to report that's really strange I have secondhand: this happened to my friend's aunt.

She was visiting Mexico, and while she was there she visited a small site of ruins which included a statue with jade eyes.  These are usually representations of gods.  She stole the eyes from the statue.  That night she was grabbed by a group of men and gang-raped in an alley.  Upon returning to the US, she discovered that she had cancer.  Truly freaked-out and convinced she had angered the Mayan god by stealing the eyes, she mailed them back to the town nearest the ruins, along with an appologetic letter.  A few weeks later, she had exploratory surgery to determine the extent of her cancer, and it was gone.

They say the same thing about picking up volcanic rocks, glass, black sand from black-sand beaches, etc in Hawaii. The volcano goddess, Pele, gets angry if you remove "her" things from the places where they lay (this includes lava rocks, black sand, and those little strands of volcanic glass known as "Pele's tears" or "Pele's hair," I forget which).

People have been known to mail volcanic rocks back to the National Parks Service because they had suffered terrible misfortunes after taking the rocks. It's not wise to anger Pele.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: HushHush on April 18, 2008, 05:25:45 PM
I'm loving this thread and I've had goosebumps all day but something someone posted waaaaayyyyy back on page two i think has me confused.

"My mother used to get up to answer the phone before it stopped ringing. Once someone told her what she was doing she stopped."

I don't get what was weird about this.  Can someone help?

My own story...my grandparents, now deceased, owned a ranch that you had to drive through someone else's property to get to.  On the ranch property and the one you had to drive through to get there were a few buildings that were very old.  Obviously ruins of outbuildings from the 1800's.  One was clearly the house and my cousins and I decided to explore it one summer.  There were about 5 or 6 of us, ages between 6-12 and we started going through this fallen down old house(like holes in the wood timber walls, etc) and we all got the feeling of darkness and evil at the exact same time and ran back to the new house.  Oddly, my cousins went to the ranch very often and had never explored that house before.  I don't think anyone went there after that either.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: housewife2k on April 18, 2008, 06:06:14 PM
I'm loving this thread and I've had goosebumps all day but something someone posted waaaaayyyyy back on page two i think has me confused.

"My mother used to get up to answer the phone before it stopped ringing. Once someone told her what she was doing she stopped."

I don't get what was weird about this.  Can someone help?

My own story...my grandparents, now deceased, owned a ranch that you had to drive through someone else's property to get to.  On the ranch property and the one you had to drive through to get there were a few buildings that were very old.  Obviously ruins of outbuildings from the 1800's.  One was clearly the house and my cousins and I decided to explore it one summer.  There were about 5 or 6 of us, ages between 6-12 and we started going through this fallen down old house(like holes in the wood timber walls, etc) and we all got the feeling of darkness and evil at the exact same time and ran back to the new house.  Oddly, my cousins went to the ranch very often and had never explored that house before.  I don't think anyone went there after that either.
I think they meant before it started ringing.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: VorFemme on April 18, 2008, 06:46:04 PM
However, what I came to report that's really strange I have secondhand: this happened to my friend's aunt.

She was visiting Mexico, and while she was there she visited a small site of ruins which included a statue with jade eyes.  These are usually representations of gods.  She stole the eyes from the statue.  That night she was grabbed by a group of men and gang-raped in an alley.  Upon returning to the US, she discovered that she had cancer.  Truly freaked-out and convinced she had angered the Mayan god by stealing the eyes, she mailed them back to the town nearest the ruins, along with an appologetic letter.  A few weeks later, she had exploratory surgery to determine the extent of her cancer, and it was gone.

They say the same thing about picking up volcanic rocks, glass, black sand from black-sand beaches, etc in Hawaii. The volcano goddess, Pele, gets angry if you remove "her" things from the places where they lay (this includes lava rocks, black sand, and those little strands of volcanic glass known as "Pele's tears" or "Pele's hair," I forget which).

People have been known to mail volcanic rocks back to the National Parks Service because they had suffered terrible misfortunes after taking the rocks. It's not wise to anger Pele.

I understand that mailing a bottle of rum (to be poured down the gullet of the closest volcano - even if it is airline sized) has been known to mollify Pele more thoroughly.............apparently she is also known for liking to ride surfboards and drink............
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: stargazer on April 18, 2008, 07:17:16 PM
So maybe someone can help me understand this.

Ever since I was little, I have gotten what might be called deja-vu moments, however I don't think that is the right word.  For example if I am having a conversation with someone, I know ahead of time exactly what they will say and I will say back, who will pass us on the road, what will happen in the background, etc.  These "clips" never last for more than a few seconds. 

When this is happening, I will always remember that "I dreamed this".  But IN THE DREAM, I was also thinking "I dreamed this".  And in that dream's dream, the same thing.  Like a two way mirror where you can see the same thing going back into eternity.

As I've gotten older, sadly these events have gotten farther and farther apart.  When I was in grade school, it was almost a daily occurrence.   My theory on this is that as children, we are much more open to things, until we get told over and over such things aren't possible.  It kind of "shuts down" that part of our psyche.  But I would sure love to get it back more often than I do now. 

Anyone else experience something like this?  My sorority sister in college is the only other person I know in real life that has gone through the same thing.  I just wish I knew what it means.  Any thoughts?
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: bionelly on April 18, 2008, 10:51:34 PM
So maybe someone can help me understand this.

Ever since I was little, I have gotten what might be called deja-vu moments, however I don't think that is the right word.  For example if I am having a conversation with someone, I know ahead of time exactly what they will say and I will say back, who will pass us on the road, what will happen in the background, etc.  These "clips" never last for more than a few seconds. 

When this is happening, I will always remember that "I dreamed this".  But IN THE DREAM, I was also thinking "I dreamed this".  And in that dream's dream, the same thing.  Like a two way mirror where you can see the same thing going back into eternity.

As I've gotten older, sadly these events have gotten farther and farther apart.  When I was in grade school, it was almost a daily occurrence.   My theory on this is that as children, we are much more open to things, until we get told over and over such things aren't possible.  It kind of "shuts down" that part of our psyche.  But I would sure love to get it back more often than I do now. 

Anyone else experience something like this?  My sorority sister in college is the only other person I know in real life that has gone through the same thing.  I just wish I knew what it means.  Any thoughts?

I don't know what it means, but I get that too.  I don't usually remember my dreams, but most of the ones I do remember that are at all possible in real life end up being like this.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Melxb on April 18, 2008, 11:17:39 PM
I agree that children are much more open to see things that adults cannot or will not see.  When I was a little girl I had imaginary friends that my mother swore she could almost see.  I have a 4 year old niece and I believe she has a touch of something in her.  She has full on conversations with people, little kids and adults, who I cannot see, but she can describe right down to their shoes.  It might be an overactive imagination, except that being sensitive to stuff runs in the women in my family.  Not every female has this "touch" but there are enough of us in my family that I believe my niece when she says that those people are actually there.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Roe on April 18, 2008, 11:46:58 PM
Haven't finished reading the entire thread but wanted to post a bit about my own experiences.  I'm a bit "sensitive" to things like this as I grew up in a house that was...haunted.  My mom still lives there and I could write pages and pages about that house. 

Since I want to get back to reading the thread, I'll just post the easiest one.  :) (and this one is not an experience I had in the house but it's one that still baffles me)

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DH and I took the kiddos to San Antonio one spring break.  We stayed at the Emily Morgan Hotel.  I'd heard that the hotel was haunted so I took random pictures with my Canon digital camera. 

I didn't notice anything strange...at first.  The next day, I was looking back at the pictures and when I zoomed in, I realized that I had captured two "ghostly" images on one of the pictures.  You could actually see the ghostly shape of two people.  I showed it to my entire family. (we'd gone with extended family and they also saw what I saw)

We got home and I downloaded the pictures.  We checked to be sure that ghostly image had downloaded before we close the software...it had. 

My brother called me a few days later and asked me to email him the picture.  He wanted to show it to some friends.

I couldn't find the picture.  DH and I searched and searched for it.  DH is a software developer and I'm pretty computer literate so we KNOW we downloaded it properly.  We searched all files...it was gone.  All the other pictures were there.  They were numbered with one number missing...the one with the ghostly picture. 

Even now, 2 years later, I still have dreams about the Emily Morgan Hotel.

Tip: If you visit San Antonio, take the ghost tour.  It starts at the Alamo.  If you have a good guide, you'll learn alot.  Also, take random pictures of the Alamo at night...you might find something. 

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: mbt on April 18, 2008, 11:53:57 PM
This is a great thread, I've meant to come back to it but kept forgetting it was here!  I can relate to everybody's ghost stories, I've had a few experiences in my life, but none so interesting as what's living in the house we're living in at the moment. . .it's 120 years old and has something living in the basement and garage...

(http://a395.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/15/l_52056eae936113e0aa0f3a1746e31532.jpg)

We don't talk about it much...we leave it alone and it leaves us alone - usually.  When the furnace was replaced last fall it got a little dicey for a few weeks. . .
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Roe on April 19, 2008, 12:04:29 AM
Anyone else experience something like this? 

Yep. 

I know that as a child, I was more responsive to odd things like this.  I taught myself to close it off. 

In my case, it was more than deja vu.  I experienced alot more things and was scared out of my wits so I trained myself to ignore, ignore, ignore.  Now I don't see/hear things like I used to.  I still might be able to but it's very rare for things to get through now.  My instinct is still something I listen too and it's pretty intense.

Just a quick story about my gut instinct.

My cousin, friend and I were in a car.  My cousin was the driver, friend was passenger and I was in the backseat...passenger side. 

We had just left the driveway when...and I am not lying...in my head came the words "I've got to take care of DS1." (he was 2 at the time) 

Halfway down the block, I asked my cousin to stop and I got out of the vehicle.  Cousin was quite annoyed with me as it had been my idea to take friend home....all the way across town. 

I said "I'm sorry but I have to stay."  Again, she was quite annoyed.

Halfway to my friends house, a drunk driver hit the passenger side of the vehicle.  The DD was coming so fast and was so drunk, he never even hit the brakes.  The car my cousin and friend were in...it was crushed.

My friend and cousin ended up on top of each other in a "teeny-weenny" space until the jaws of life were able to get them out.  The only thing that saved their life that night was the fact that they were wearing their seat belts.

My friend was worse off than my cousin and spent many weeks in ICU. (crushed pelvis, internal bleeding, etc, etc)

The backseat, where I would've been...was completely crushed.  I don't believe I would've survived.  I wouldn't have had my seatbelt on. 

God sent me an Angel. 

(wow, that's the first time I tell that story.  only family and close friends know about it)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Roe on April 19, 2008, 12:08:58 AM
She said she woke up because she felt her cat playing with her feet and it was tickling her, she kicked at it, felt nothing there and looked over to see her cat asleep on the pillow beside her. My cat was closed in the room with me and started hissing seconds before my roomate came running in the room. We moved out shortly after.

I believe this as one of my most terrifying experiences had to do with feeling a cat crawl up one side of my body when I was in bed one evening.  Only we didn't have a cat.  That one scared me a bit more than some of the other experiences and I still remember how it felt.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Roe on April 19, 2008, 12:13:19 AM
My father was disgusted when I finally blurted out that I had seen a ghost. He told me to “go back to bed.”

My father used to tell me the same thing.  He'd say things like "you're imaging things" etc, etc. 

It was only YEARS later (and by this time, my parents had already divorced and he was no longer living in the house) that he admitted...that yes, he too had a few experiences.  He felt he couldn't admit it to us 'cause he didn't want to scare us esp since we couldn't afford to move from the house when we were little. 
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Roe on April 19, 2008, 12:23:50 AM
Gosh, I have so many and in reading a few of the posts, I keep remembering more and more.  LOL

My cousin worked in a funeral home.  She'd always hear whispers and slight laughter...just people in conversation.  Every now and then, she'd hear a baby crying. 

She spoke to her supervisor thinking there was an explanation.

Supervisor's response: Yes, I know dear.  I hear them too.  Just turn on the radio. 

To this day, cousin has to sleep with the TV on to keep out the whispers.

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One more for tonight.  LOL

An hour after DH's dad died, he felt a "hand" on his forearm.  At the spot, where he felt like someone was touching him, it was cool to the touch and had a 'numbing' feeling.

DH was executor and handled his father's estate.  Through all the stress and handling of papers, etc., etc...DH felt "that touch."

It was only after everything was settled, that it went away.

Six months later, his mom passed.  Again, he felt "the touch." 

He can go months w/o feeling it.  Then all of a sudden, it's there again. Only now, it'll only last for minutes vs days.  It always gives him comfort knowing (feeling) that his Dad is keeping an eye on him. 
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Sandi Papaya on April 19, 2008, 01:12:00 AM
So maybe someone can help me understand this.

Ever since I was little, I have gotten what might be called deja-vu moments, however I don't think that is the right word.  For example if I am having a conversation with someone, I know ahead of time exactly what they will say and I will say back, who will pass us on the road, what will happen in the background, etc.  These "clips" never last for more than a few seconds. 

When this is happening, I will always remember that "I dreamed this".  But IN THE DREAM, I was also thinking "I dreamed this".  And in that dream's dream, the same thing.  Like a two way mirror where you can see the same thing going back into eternity.

As I've gotten older, sadly these events have gotten farther and farther apart.  When I was in grade school, it was almost a daily occurrence.   My theory on this is that as children, we are much more open to things, until we get told over and over such things aren't possible.  It kind of "shuts down" that part of our psyche.  But I would sure love to get it back more often than I do now. 

Anyone else experience something like this?  My sorority sister in college is the only other person I know in real life that has gone through the same thing.  I just wish I knew what it means.  Any thoughts?

I get that same feeling every so often. In fact, it happened to me recently when, of all things, I bent over to tie my shoe. I was on campus at UC Berkeley, headed for a concert at Zellerbach Hall - and it's been a while since I was on the Cal campus (I didn't go to school there, but having grown up in the area, I went to a few graduations, concerts and such there). I've never actually been in Zellerbach Hall, either, until that night. But I had such a strong sense of deja vu, like I'd performed all those actions before, in exactly the same sequence, accompanied by the same people, etc. And I know it's been at least 2 years since I was last at Cal - I didn't go to Zellerbach that time, I went to the Greek Theater.

But it happens all the time, even in places that I know I've never been before. In fact, the deja vu was why I chose to go to the campus I went to - I had such a strong feeling of having been there before and something compelled me to go there "again." Funny thing was, before I'd started looking at colleges, I had no idea that this campus even existed. It just felt like "home" when I stepped onto the grounds.

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: hot_shaker on April 19, 2008, 12:35:42 PM
So maybe someone can help me understand this.

Ever since I was little, I have gotten what might be called deja-vu moments, however I don't think that is the right word.  For example if I am having a conversation with someone, I know ahead of time exactly what they will say and I will say back, who will pass us on the road, what will happen in the background, etc.  These "clips" never last for more than a few seconds. 

When this is happening, I will always remember that "I dreamed this".  But IN THE DREAM, I was also thinking "I dreamed this".  And in that dream's dream, the same thing.  Like a two way mirror where you can see the same thing going back into eternity.

As I've gotten older, sadly these events have gotten farther and farther apart.  When I was in grade school, it was almost a daily occurrence.   My theory on this is that as children, we are much more open to things, until we get told over and over such things aren't possible.  It kind of "shuts down" that part of our psyche.  But I would sure love to get it back more often than I do now. 

Anyone else experience something like this?  My sorority sister in college is the only other person I know in real life that has gone through the same thing.  I just wish I knew what it means.  Any thoughts?

That happens to me occasionally. The only difference is that in the "clips" there is always a horribly negative outcome but, as it's playing out in real-life, it's always a nice ending.

For example, let's say I was eating lunch with my parents.  As I'm sitting there in real life, I would see the clip in my head - I would see how we're seated, what we're eating, what's going to be said in the conversation, etc. a split second before it actually does.  In the clip version, though, my parents might start screaming at each other and one would storm off.  In real life, I would know at what point it should happen . . . but then instead of the screaming, the conversation would continue as normal and the clip would end.

Also, I'd never thought that I dreamt it, it always felt like a memory.

If that makes sense.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Sandi Papaya on April 20, 2008, 02:23:40 PM
oh! My mom just told me a new one yesterday, and made me notice something:

for the last few mornings, she's gone out to the garage to find the dome light in her car turned on. The inside light in her car turns on automatically when she shuts off the ignition (our cars are the same make, some 6 years apart - mine does the same thing), but once you pull the key out of the ignition, the light shuts off. She hasn't recently (to her recall) had to turn the dome light on after turning off the ignition. It's more than mere coincidence that the light would be on multiple mornings in a row.

I've gone out to my own car (not in the garage) a few mornings to find MY dome light on recently. I've shrugged it off, because I'm absent-minded and it's entirely possible that I would have left it on from the night before.

Here's the thing: most of the times I've arrived home recently (and not gone out again), it's still been light out upon my arrival, so the dome light wasn't needed. My mom thinks it's my grandma coming around to say hello.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: housewife2k on April 20, 2008, 02:38:23 PM
So maybe someone can help me understand this.

Ever since I was little, I have gotten what might be called deja-vu moments, however I don't think that is the right word.  For example if I am having a conversation with someone, I know ahead of time exactly what they will say and I will say back, who will pass us on the road, what will happen in the background, etc.  These "clips" never last for more than a few seconds. 

When this is happening, I will always remember that "I dreamed this".  But IN THE DREAM, I was also thinking "I dreamed this".  And in that dream's dream, the same thing.  Like a two way mirror where you can see the same thing going back into eternity.

As I've gotten older, sadly these events have gotten farther and farther apart.  When I was in grade school, it was almost a daily occurrence.   My theory on this is that as children, we are much more open to things, until we get told over and over such things aren't possible.  It kind of "shuts down" that part of our psyche.  But I would sure love to get it back more often than I do now. 

Anyone else experience something like this?  My sorority sister in college is the only other person I know in real life that has gone through the same thing.  I just wish I knew what it means.  Any thoughts?
I can explain it, but you have to accept some pretty hefty theories in order to accept the explanation...if that makes sense.

In school, we do time lines, we think of time in terms of days, months, year, etc...It's all done linearly. The past was behind us, the future is in front of us.
I was raised thinking of time as being not-quite cyclic. Not in the "hystory repeats" sort of cyclic.
"Time" runs in a spiral, like a spring. It curves around itself, constantly. When you are asleep, in meditative state, or open to it, your brain will wander from one part of the coil to another part, that if we were to pinch everything down, like when you want to make a spring jump, the parts of the coil are touching. Our brain is aware that the current time as almost always touching the past and future times, and it 'remembers' things that haven't happened yet, and things that happened way way way back when, and things that will not happne until long after we are gone.

Theres my theory on de-ja vu, and almost de-ja vu. You are just remembering things that haven't happened yet, because your brain remembers them...I really hope I don't cound crazy, sometimes.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: emmeileia on April 20, 2008, 03:13:37 PM
This is an animal ghost story that is currently happening to myself and my co-workers.
I work in a large sled dog kennel with about 140 huskies. Puppies, running dogs, and the older retired dogs who have not been adopted out to homes all live in a big two acre kennel. The way it is set up is that there are individual kennels surrounding two large play areas. (Boys & girls)
Earlier this winter one of our younger running dogs, Theodore, had not been eating for a couple of days. When we took him to the vet, it turned out he had advanced cancer and had to be put down. It was very sad for all of us in the kennel, as we had lost his brother Alvin earlier that winter (long story short, he caught his collar and choked himself). The remaining brother, Simon, had a hard time losing his both littermates and was very lonely for a while.
After Theo died, though, odd things started happening in the kennel. The first incident was a couple of weeks after he passed when several of my coworkers and I were in the dog shed (a building attatched to the kennel where we keep harnesses and such). A bucket of nails randomly fell off a shelf. None of us were near it at the time and could not see any reason for it to have fallen when it did.
At the time, we made a joke about how it was 'the ghost of a sled dog past', but we were all thinking of Theo.
It was around this time that Alvin snapped right out of his mourning. Literally overnight. One evening he was still despondent when we put him in his kennel, the next morning he was happy and raring to go.
Lately when I am in the kennel, I have heard scratching coming from Theo's old kennel when all the dogs have been let out into the yard. I have also seen a white dog (Theo was white and tan) running through the yard out of the corner of my eye when all the dogs are in their kennels.
My coworkers and I have spoken about this. We all think Theo came back to the kennels because he was so happy there. He was a sweet dog who absolutley loved sledding. We are happy to think he is still there with us.

Oh, and before anyone asks...yes, we named them after the Chipmunks. We tend to do a lot of themes with the dog names.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: stargazer on April 21, 2008, 12:07:51 PM
So maybe someone can help me understand this.

Ever since I was little, I have gotten what might be called deja-vu moments, however I don't think that is the right word.  For example if I am having a conversation with someone, I know ahead of time exactly what they will say and I will say back, who will pass us on the road, what will happen in the background, etc.  These "clips" never last for more than a few seconds. 

When this is happening, I will always remember that "I dreamed this".  But IN THE DREAM, I was also thinking "I dreamed this".  And in that dream's dream, the same thing.  Like a two way mirror where you can see the same thing going back into eternity.

As I've gotten older, sadly these events have gotten farther and farther apart.  When I was in grade school, it was almost a daily occurrence.   My theory on this is that as children, we are much more open to things, until we get told over and over such things aren't possible.  It kind of "shuts down" that part of our psyche.  But I would sure love to get it back more often than I do now. 

Anyone else experience something like this?  My sorority sister in college is the only other person I know in real life that has gone through the same thing.  I just wish I knew what it means.  Any thoughts?
I can explain it, but you have to accept some pretty hefty theories in order to accept the explanation...if that makes sense.

In school, we do time lines, we think of time in terms of days, months, year, etc...It's all done linearly. The past was behind us, the future is in front of us.
I was raised thinking of time as being not-quite cyclic. Not in the "hystory repeats" sort of cyclic.
"Time" runs in a spiral, like a spring. It curves around itself, constantly. When you are asleep, in meditative state, or open to it, your brain will wander from one part of the coil to another part, that if we were to pinch everything down, like when you want to make a spring jump, the parts of the coil are touching. Our brain is aware that the current time as almost always touching the past and future times, and it 'remembers' things that haven't happened yet, and things that happened way way way back when, and things that will not happne until long after we are gone.

Theres my theory on de-ja vu, and almost de-ja vu. You are just remembering things that haven't happened yet, because your brain remembers them...I really hope I don't cound crazy, sometimes.

No, you don't sound crazy, and I've heard something like this before.  It's made the most sense to me - but I guess my follow up question would be - hoping this is not an inappropriate question for this thread or EHell - but this makes me wonder if everything in life is pre-determined?  Or am I just remembering this because our choices were the same as I "remembered"?  SuperAntwo said that she would remember the scene going a different way - her parents would start fighting - but that part didn't happen, but she knew where that part of the scene would have started.   Is that a possibility that with our choices, that way could have happened?  Or does it not matter?  Ugh.  I don't know that I'm making a lot of sense here, but my thoughts run around in circles when I start to think about this kind of stuff. 
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: housewife2k on April 21, 2008, 02:14:06 PM
I think that it's only dentermined by the choices we make. If you remember something being the same way long enough, it will happen that way. If you were to do something different, than the 'future' part of your spring would adjust accordingly.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: DottyG on April 29, 2008, 05:29:20 PM
'Bout time to bump this up for some more stories! :)

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Boots on April 29, 2008, 06:25:56 PM
Here's a good one.

Co-worker and I were working late one evening. We were the only two in the building, front door was locked.  When you walked in the front doors you had to pass through a half swing door, so you would hear THUMP, Thump, thump, thump, as the half door slowly would swing shut.

The building was shaped like an upside down T.  We were in the hallway to the right of the swing door, her office in the middle of the hall, mine was at the end.  Hard floors, most of us wore heels so you could hear someone a mile away, click, click, click. You get the picture?

Working away and we hear the swing door, THUMP, thump, thump, Click, click, click, click, heels walking straight through the T. I buzz her, "was that you" Nope. she says. She thought it was me. Weird, we didn't hear a key unlocking the front door.......

We get back to work and again! THUMP, thump, thump, thump, CLICk, click, click, click...........

This time she buzzes me, NOPE! Not me!  I say, someone is messing with us and I'm gonna catch them! So I slip my shoes off in preparation to whizz down the hallway......

Sure enough, THUMP, thump, thump, thump,  Click, click, click, click, click and here I go sliding down the hallway in my stocking feet, and I get to the T where the front doors are, I can hear the heels clicking down the hallway to my right, I skid to the corner and look around the corner,,,,,,,,and the footsteps STOP.  I look and the swing door is moving a little and the front doors are locked. No one. No one is there.

Every hair on my body stood on end.  Apparently she felt something too because she came screeching out of her office and said, LET"S GET OUT OF HERE!!

This building was built on the shores of the Rio Grande River and we heard alot of ghost stories from different people.  I believe the place was inhabited by spirits. 
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Roe on April 29, 2008, 06:55:55 PM
Reading this thread brought to mind many of the "ghostly" experiences I had growing up.  (my mom still lives in that house)

So...in talking about it with my youngest brother...he decided to email a local chapter of a sorta-ghostbusters organization.  They investigate and send mediums to houses, etc.

We shall see if our email gets picked up.   Oh, here's where my brother and I get sent to eHell...we haven't told my mom about it yet!   :o  She'll be upset but she'll get over it...esp since it was her "baby" that did it.  (he can do no wrong)  ::)  LOL 
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: ica171 on May 02, 2008, 12:33:44 AM
I love threads like this, although I shouldn't be reading it so late. :)

I have always believed in ghosts, but I don't recall having any experiences with them until I moved out on my own.  The second house I lived in alone was built by my great grandfather and my grandparents had lived there since my dad was in his early teens.  My grandmother moved out after my grandfather died, but my parents owned the house and rented it to me after she left.  The first night there, before I had furniture set up, I was sleeping on the living room floor when someone tweaked my nose.  I heard footsteps downstairs occasionally--after the first few times I was never sure whether I should take it seriously or write it off as the ghost--and once I heard a man and a woman talking in the living room when I was in the kitchen, with the dining room between the two rooms.  I didn't feel threatened because I knew who they were because I knew who had lived there.  Once when my BIL was visiting a picture of my great grandparents flew off the wall and hit him in the head.  I think my grandfather was there, too, because he smoked a pipe and always used vanilla tobacco.  Every once in a while there would be this strong odor of vanilla pipe tobacco.  I knew it wasn't a smell that was in the walls or carpet or whatever, because my mom and I had painted and cleaned the place within an inch of its life before I moved in, and my grandpa hadn't smoked for years before he died because he was on oxygen.  I think he came to visit me because I felt so bad that I hadn't seen him more and he was trying to comfort me.  I still get a strong whiff of vanilla pipe tobacco every so often and I like to think that he's dropping in to check on us. 

When DH and I bought our first house, no one could figure out what the heck it had been built for because there was no kitchen in the original part of the house.  My father, bless his heart, said "School house or funeral home."  Thanks for that, Dad!  The entire time we lived there, and even before we bought it, I hated the basement.  I'm not a fan of basements in general, but I always had this weird notion that one day I was going to open the basement door and there was going to be a white-haired old man standing there in a suit with no eyes.  Thank God I didn't have to go down there to do laundry.

When we first moved into our current apartment, which is over 100 years old, nothing happened for a while.  Then things started moving around, but only in my sewing room.  I was working on a project and left my marking pen out because I knew I'd need it again the next day.  The next day I came in and the pen was gone.  I looked all over for that thing, gave up, and went to get out another pen.  There was the first pen, back where it belonged. 

I had an old green bowl that I used to hold my glue gun to catch the glue drips.  One day I found the bowl in the kitchen.  I didn't know how it had gotten there because I hadn't moved it and I was the only one who went into my sewing room (and generally the only one who picked up dirty dishes) but I didn't think much of it and put it back.  A few days later, the bowl was back in the kitchen.  I was somewhat annoyed but put it back again.  A few days after that, I went into the kitchen where DH was doing dishes.  He looked at me and said, "What on earth is on this bowl?"  I looked and he was trying to scrub the glue off of the hot glue bowl--it had been on the counter when he went to do dishes, so he was trying to wash it.  I laughed and said, "That's my hot glue bowl.  I don't know how it keeps getting in here, but it's supposed to be in the sewing room."  I've never had a problem with it since then--maybe since I said it aloud whatever was moving it understood.  I assumed that since stuff was being moved around in my sewing room it was a female spirit.

Fast forward a month or so.  I'm in bed on my laptop and DH is asleep, a little before 1 AM.  I heard DS#2--a little shy of 17 months at the time--start laughing in his bedroom and didn't really think much of it.  But this went on.  And on.  And on.  I kept getting more and more freaked out over it, too.  Finally, after about fifteen to twenty minutes of this I was so freaked out that I went and got him and brought him into our bed.  DH woke up when I brought him in and I was standing on the side of the bed talking to DH when I saw this bright blue-green glowing orb about eight inches below the ceiling on the other side of the room.  It was kind of shimmering and just floating there, then it slowly moved to the right and disappeared into the wall.  The whole time I was looking at it--just a few seconds--I was thinking "This is not happening.  I should really tell DH to look at it and see if he can see it.  This is not happening" over and over again, but I couldn't make myself say anything.  I don't even think I said anything to DH right after it disappeared; I was still kind of shocked.  If he hadn't just woken up I imagine he would have asked me why I was standing there with my mouth hanging open staring at the ceiling.  I didn't really know what to make of the whole thing because I have never really believed in most orb sightings or whatever--although I did some research and apparently this was more like a "will o' wisp," for whatever it's worth.  I also thought I was the type of person that would never see anything, that would only hear and smell things.  Basically I didn't think that whatever sensitivity I had was strong enough to be visual, if that makes sense. 

This part of the story can be taken for what it's worth, but I posted the experience on a ghost forum and after fielding the typical "it was a car light/reflection/street lamp" stuff (not possible given its position, the room's architecture, and the position of the building and streets) someone asked about new objects that had come into the home.  One was a footstool from a next door neighbor that was getting tossed out after she moved out--she was an older lady and we haven't seen her since the ambulance came one night, so we're not sure if she died or perhaps moved to a nursing home.  The other thing was a crocheted rug DH's grandmother--with whom he was very close--gave to me as our wedding present not long before she died.  At the time, I didn't much like it but I kept it because I would never dream of throwing away anything his grandmother had given us.  Just before all this stuff started happening--the stuff in the sewing room moving around and the orb--I had found the rug in a box at my mom's house.  DS#1 saw it and proclaimed that it was his "magic carpet" and has slept with it every night since.  A sensitive responded to my post at the ghost forum and said "After I read the OP, before I read any of the replies, I felt like this was the energy of a great-grandmother, so I think it could be related to the rug.  I think your husband's grandmother was coming to see her great-grandchildren."  Nothing has happened since then, but it makes me feel better to think that it was someone we knew who had good intentions.  Most of what scares me about ghosts is not being able to know who the spirit is/was and what their intentions are.   

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: ica171 on May 02, 2008, 03:00:10 AM
Just thought of another one.  This was maybe a month or two ago.  I was in our bedroom, where DH's desktop computer is, and all of a sudden I heard a male voice as clear as day coming out of the speakers, saying "You got that $10 you owe me?"  I was shocked, to say the least--I had heard a noise out of the speakers a day or two before but this was far beyond that.  My first thought was that it was coming from the computer.  DH plays WoW and talks to people on Ventrilo, so I assumed that he had left Vent on and left the sound on speaker instead of headphones.  Except when I turned his monitors on to check, Vent wasn't open.  Then I looked behind the computer and the speakers weren't even plugged in.  I don't really know what to make of this one, because it's such an odd thing to say, but hey, at least it wasn't "Get out" or something like that. 

A few days ago, I was taking a nap in the afternoon while the kids were asleep, and I woke up when I heard a woman's voice come from the computer.  I was still deeply asleep enough that I didn't catch what she was saying, just the voice, then the computer restarted itself.  I really didn't care to look into it further than that so I didn't turn the monitors on to check or anything, but I couldn't go back to sleep, either.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: DottyG on May 07, 2008, 03:07:54 PM
MORE STORIES.  NOW!

:)

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Reika on May 07, 2008, 10:44:41 PM
This was a fairly benign one. My last apartment in NY State seemed to be a waypoint for spirits. The most memorable one for me was the one who was fascinated by my long hair. He (I think it was a he, it seemed more masculine than feminine) would like to lightly pet my hair, then it progressed to actually picking up my hair and letting it fall. Completely weirded me out but I thought it was my imagination. Until mom saw it happen one night and got weirded out herself. Mom asked him nicely to please stop that, I heard a faint sigh and it never happened again.

But he did start petting the cats' fur. They just kind of rolled their eyes in annoyance sometimes, but it didn't bother them.

Oh! And there was one night mom was having a hard time falling asleep, then her bed started to shake. She almost yelled for me thinking that there was something wrong with her bed or the floor when she realized that someone was trying to rock the bed the way you would a cradle.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Cracea on May 07, 2008, 11:46:18 PM
Another harmless one.  In 2000 my 1st husband and I moved into a brand new house.  The first night we were drifting to sleep when one of the cats jumped up and curled up between us.  We generally kept our bedroom door closed to keep the kitties out, but I figured new house, all the moving, one had snuck in to check out the new digs.  My husband just mumbled something about leaving it, and not wanting to get out of bed either, I agreed.

The next morning I woke up feeling the cat climbing off the bed.  I got up to shoo out the cat, but there wasn't one there.  I looked everywhere, even moving boxes and furniture around.  My husband wasn't thrilled as I woke him up in the process  ;D  I told him there wasn't a cat in the room anywhere.  He rolled his eyes and said it must just be hiding.

He slipped out the door and I followed, making sure to close the door behind me.  Our cats were all in the living room/kitchen.  My husband and I just stared at each other.  Over the next few years, until I moved away in 2006, that ghost cat would climb up on the bed at least monthly.  I found it more comforting than scary, especially after my husband died.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Samantha on May 08, 2008, 12:24:44 AM
Somehow, every time I see this thread, it is after midnight. I have GOT to stop reading it so late at night.

I've told my stories on other threads, so I won't bore you with them again. I'm amazed at how many of us seem to be sensitive though.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: DottyG on May 08, 2008, 12:27:18 AM
I'm not sure I saw the stories. Post them anyway!

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Samantha on May 08, 2008, 12:48:42 AM
Let's see... The first one involves a ouija board, and takes place when I was a sophomore in high school.

I had skipped school with two of my friends, and one of them had a ouija board. While using the board, each of us felt as though we were being touched inappropriately. We left the room. My friend ended up putting the board in the dumpster for the next trash day. A few weeks later, she was looking through her closet for something, and found the board in with her games.

The second one also involves a ouija board, but took place when I was freshman in high school.

I was at my best friends house, having a slumber party with her and her boyfriend was also there (her Mom was open minded, and allowed us to have co-ed sleepovers). It's late at night, and we decided to use the ouija board. After awhile, we get thirsty/hungry, so they go to the kitchen to get some cans of pop and make popcorn. When they return to the room, they find me huddled on the bed, white as a sheet... The board had spelled my name, with no one touching it. Of course, her boyfriend being a guy, we just HAD to keep using the board. When we asked who we were speaking with, the name we were given was Damien. There is more, but it makes me very uncomfortable to talk about, as it involves the board giving us details about my cousin (whom my friends had never met), and things that she was involved with, and how Damien wanted her "help" with something.

We later found out that someone had died by suicide in my friends bedroom back in the 70's... in the midst of a ritual.

I haven't touched a ouija board since then.

Third story took place in San Diego, around Halloween 2004. I had gone to the Whaley House with someone I had been on a few dates with. I'll call him Jake. Jake was an amateur photographer, and had his camera with him.

When looking in the birthing room (I think that is what they said it was), I felt someone rest their hand on my forearm, like they were trying to get my attention, but no one was there when I turned around. Jake was the person closest to me, and he was several feet away talking to one of the volunteers. He came over, and after I told him what I had felt, he took some photos of the area, and then we moved to the staircase, to explore the second floor. He said there was a definite difference in the temperature from where he had been standing to where I was standing.

The volunteer at the bottom of the stairs told us to stop on the ninth step to see if we could feel anything (The deal with the ninth step is that Yankee Jim - who was hanged at the house - sometimes likes to hang out (ba dum bum) on the ninth step, and people who pause will sometimes feel tightness in their chest, and around their neck. Some people will also get a red mark around their neck, like a rope burn). I was on the third or fourth step, Jake was waiting on the landing still, and I felt something brush against my left leg. I turn around, and ask him if he was trying to mess with my head, and if he had just been playing with my jeans. He looks at me as though I'm nuts and tells me that he didn't touch me, that he had been playing with the settings on his camera. The Whaley family had a small dog named Dolly. To the docents knowledge, Dolly never left the first floor, but she may have decided to be adventurous.

And that is everything that I have for this evening.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: DottyG on May 08, 2008, 10:30:50 AM
WHOA!  Those are goosebumpy!  Thanks for sharing them! :)

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: housewife2k on May 08, 2008, 10:34:08 AM
Housewife2k's PSA regarding Ouija boards.
Get rid of them, do not buy them, do not 'play' with them, and if you have one that will.not.go.away. put it in a dark place and pretend it never existed.
I know many people who are 'sensitive'. We all hate ouija boards. There is something wrong about them. They are to door to door salesmen and telemarketers who call during dinner of the spirit world. They are bad news.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Samantha on May 08, 2008, 10:52:03 AM
I haven't touched one since the night the board spelled my name. I refuse to have one in my house, and will not allow any children that I may have to use one.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: housewife2k on May 08, 2008, 10:58:35 AM
I haven't touched one since the night the board spelled my name. I refuse to have one in my house, and will not allow any children that I may have to use one.
good.
Most tools and toys I caution people about using without knowing what tehy are doing. Understand tarot before you give a reading, don't through runes without knowing the meanings, and don't get invilved in Voodoo based on what you see in the movies.
ouija is the one thing I tell people to never do. period.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Samantha on May 08, 2008, 11:17:48 AM
I haven't touched one since the night the board spelled my name. I refuse to have one in my house, and will not allow any children that I may have to use one.
good.
Most tools and toys I caution people about using without knowing what tehy are doing. Understand tarot before you give a reading, don't through runes without knowing the meanings, and don't get invilved in Voodoo based on what you see in the movies.
ouija is the one thing I tell people to never do. period.

I'll be the first to admit that I was a foolish teenager... The mistakes I made then have helped me to avoid making bigger ones as I've grown older. :)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: geordicat on May 08, 2008, 11:57:35 AM
Housewife2k's PSA regarding Ouija boards.
Get rid of them, do not buy them, do not 'play' with them, and if you have one that will.not.go.away. put it in a dark place and pretend it never existed.
I know many people who are 'sensitive'. We all hate ouija boards. There is something wrong about them. They are to door to door salesmen and telemarketers who call during dinner of the spirit world. They are bad news.

I agree.  Fully.  They are a portal and not a good one.  I played with one just once and the experience was a very bad one.  I was by myself so I can't blame my friends for pushing around the planchette thingie.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: 2littlemonkeys on May 08, 2008, 12:00:08 PM
Good thread!

Ouija boards scare me half to death.  I had a friend growing up who told a tale about her mother's many unsuccessful attempts to rid the house of theirs.  She threw it in the trash, threw it in the neighbor's trash, finally burned it and it somehow always found it's way back into the house.  

I also have deja vu but like other PPs, it's pretty mundane, nothing earth shattering.  Just a sense that I've been there, done that.  I also do this weird thing with songs.  A song I haven't heard in years will pop into my head and then I'll hear it in a totally random place within a few days.  (like, if it were an obscure 80s song, I'll hear it over the PA system at a store.)

I've never actually SEEN a ghost but I do have a couple of What The Heck Was THAT? stories to share.


1)  Many years ago, I had a couple of roommates and we were living in a 2-flat on the north side of Chicago.  (A 2-flat is an apartment building with 2 units)  When you walked in the front door, you entered a hallway running perpendicular to the door.  Directly across the front door was RM#1's room.  To the right, the hall opened to the living room. To the left, the hall ran and ended at my room.  If you took another left turn, you went into the dining room.  The kitchen, bathroom and RM#2s room were on the other side of the dining room.

One winter day, I came home from work and went directly to my room.  When I opened the door, I was assaulted by the most obnoxious old lady perfume smell I've ever come into contact with.  It was so strong my eyes watered.  I thought I must have spilled some sort of product but I couldn't find anything that would explain the odor.  I closed the door and went to apologize to my roommates about the nasty smell.  They said they didn't smell anything.  Then I realized you couldn't even smell it if my door was closed.  The very next day, the smell was gone.  Normally, I'd just think that I did spill something and just couldn't find it before the smell dissipated.  But a few years before, my sister visited me at college and broke a bottle of perfume in my bathroom.  The bathroom was tile but no amount of scrubbing could get rid of the smell.  It lingered for a good two months and you could smell it all the way down the hall.  And that smell wasn't even close to being as strong as this was.  It was just weird.  I even asked my landlord, who lived below us and he had no explanation either.  Other than that, the house seemed 'unoccupied.'  But I wonder...


#2:  This one still freaks me out.  Two years ago this summer, DH lost his very best friend in a tragic car accident.  A few days after the accident, I was eating lunch outside.  I was sitting at a table next to the metal fence that outlined the eating area.  I was reading a book and felt a tug on my shirt twice (as if someone were trying to get my attention).  I turned to see who was pulling on my shirt and there was no one there.  No one.  Not even anyone walking away.  I was kind of in the corner of the eating area, so it wasn't anyone inside, I'd have seen them.  It wasn't that my shirt was caught on my chair, it was a definitely a tug.  The chair back was low anyway, and the location of the tug was much higher than the chair.  Remembering that still gives me chills.  

DH told me at a later date that he had a dream about the accident a few days before it happened and also that he and MIL were sitting on MIL's back porch the night it happened and they both felt a very cold chill at the same time.  It was probably 85 degrees outside and little wind.

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Cracea on May 08, 2008, 12:37:28 PM
I have two more not-scary-but-interesting ones.

1.  When I was 15 we moved into a new to us house.  In my bedroom I had a dresser with little shelves for curios, etc.  On one of the shelves I put two of my favorite old stuffed animals, a kitty and a bunny.  They both faced outward.  One day I noticed they were facing each other.  I figured Mom or Nana had been in cleaning and moved them.  I set them back facing forward.  Over the next few months it happened all the time.  I asked Mom and Nana why they were cleaning in my room so much, but they denied touching the stuffed animals.  I figured one of them was pulling some prank on me.

One day I got home from school and dropped my backpack in my room.  And fixed my stuffed animals again.  I went into the kitchen to fix a snack and returned to my room.  The animals were facing each other again.  I was home alone.

Strangely, that was the last time I found them facing each other.  My best guess is that someone wanted their presence acknowledged.


2.  Five years later my when I was pregnant with my first child, and just weeks after Mom died of cancer, Nana was diagnosed with brain cancer, and by the time DS1 was born she was in a hospice, in a coma.  When we were able to bring him home from the hospital, we stopped by the hospice so I could show her my baby.  She died that night.

Nearly two years later I was cleaning out an old dresser and found a lovely picture of Nana.  I hadn't had any of her, so I set it out.  DS1 came over and looked at the picture.

"Hey, it's Nana," he said.

"What?" I couldn't think of how he'd know that.

"Sometimes she comes to see me at night.  She's nice."



I have a couple of scary ones as well, but they creep me out just thinking about, so I'll have to be in the mood to post them.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Roe on May 08, 2008, 01:06:03 PM
don't through runes without knowing the meanings,

What's a rune?
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: lady_disdain on May 08, 2008, 01:13:37 PM
I must ask Grandma if she minds if I share some of her stories here - she has some pretty amazing stories.

Personally, I must be the most insensitive person alive. I have no stories to tell, other than a few "get out" feelings and hearing my name called.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: housewife2k on May 08, 2008, 01:14:46 PM
don't through runes without knowing the meanings,

What's a rune?
Runes are generally stones, marked with characters from really ol alphabets. May believe they can eb used for devination and casting purposes. here's the wiki for them http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rune not all that complete, but somewhat accurate from a technical nature.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: hot_shaker on May 08, 2008, 04:05:21 PM
I must ask Grandma if she minds if I share some of her stories here - she has some pretty amazing stories.

Personally, I must be the most insensitive person alive. I have no stories to tell, other than a few "get out" feelings and hearing my name called.

It's okay.  Other than my "almost deja vu", I don't have any stories.    I've never felt anything, anywhere - and I'm kind of glad about that.  :-\
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Mopsy428 on May 08, 2008, 06:35:46 PM
Here are my stories:

I worked at a bagel shop in high school. Some of my co-workers said the shop was haunted by a female ghost who would whistle in the morning or turn the blender on when someone was counting the money out back while closing. One night, a woman came in and asked about cream cheese. I said, "We have 8 oz. and 16 oz." She said that 8 oz. was way too big, but a 1/2 pound would be perfect. Even though 8 oz. = 1/2 pound, I smiled and gave it to her. When she was gone, I looked around to see if anyone was in the store. No one was there. I mentioned to my supervisor the incident. We both heard a woman laugh. We looked around and no one was there! My supervisor and I freaked out.

I babysat overnight at this woman's house. She had an 18 month-old who would sometimes get up in the middle of the night. The woman told me that when the baby did that to tell her, "It's too early, Susie! Lay back down!" This happened twice. The third time, Susie let out this horrific scream. I ran in, and she was pointing to the back of the crib. I thought the cat must have gone there, but nothing was there. I said, "Shhh...Sweetie, there's nothing there!" Susie kept pointing. I took her out. She would not go back in the crib that night. I thought it was odd. When I told the parents, they just looked at each other. The mother said that it might have been the cat. However, I knew there was something they weren't telling me.

My cousin's kid has seen his dead grandfather, and once while my cousin was changing his son, the baby started laughing. My cousin asked him what was so funny. The son said that the lady was funny. My cousin asked, "Which lady?" Son said, "She's right there!" and pointed while laughing.

My friend Tim died in a car accident a few years ago. I wrote to my best friend from college, Joe, who was in England at the time. (I was in Canada.) Joe did not know Tim. I dreamt that Joe wrote back to me, and I remembered little snippets of what he wrote. I woke up and checked my e-mail. There was nothing. I went to make a cup of tea, and then thought, "Oh! I should e-mail so-and-so before I forget!" I logged back in...and there was an e-mail from Joe, complete with the little snippets that I remembered! It gave me chills because these snippets weren't generic, like "Hi, Mopsy!"

A few days later, I was bawling my eyes out in the bathroom, and all of a sudden, I heard a little voice in my head say firmly, "Mopsy, please stop. It'll be OK. I'm fine. No more tears." I stopped, sniffled a few times, and that was that.

And maybe this is just me having a vivid imagination, but I sometimes have these weird dreams where I relive the last moments of people's lives who have been murdered. I don't know if they are real people, but it's so weird because my point of view changes several times.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: CyberKat on May 08, 2008, 06:50:24 PM
don't through runes without knowing the meanings,

What's a rune?
Runes are generally stones, marked with characters from really ol alphabets. May believe they can be used for devination and casting purposes. here's the wiki for them http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rune not all that complete, but somewhat accurate from a technical nature.

Actually, that isn't accurate. Runes are an ancient Germanic alphabet, used for writing, divination and magic. They were used throughout northern Europe, Scandinavia, the British Isles, and Iceland from about 100 B.C.E. to 1600 C.E. "Runes" themselves are just letters.

According to the myth, Odin hung from a tree, impaled on his own spear, sacrificed to himself, for 9 days and nights, which gave him power over the runes, and allowed him to use them for magical purposes. However, to humans it was just an alphabet, and huge stones with inscriptions have been found all over Europe. Mostly with descriptions of the great deeds of some king, and other things that they decided was important enough to raise a monument over.

Runes, inscribed on small stones or pieces of bones, were also used in divination, and people believe that the future could be foretold by the way the runes landed.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: housewife2k on May 08, 2008, 06:54:42 PM
CyberKat-
Thanks for the clarification- I don't use runes at all, because I neither understand them completely, or have access to someone who I know does understand them completely to explain them to me. I know that there are more than just Germanic runes, but am not totally clear onthe usage.
I have a few acquiantances that will through bone runes for various purposes, and it has always ended badly for them, as much of 'magic' is in the intent and the belief.

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Suze on May 08, 2008, 06:59:39 PM
and there is something about those Runes that sends bad creepy feelings up and down my spine.

I have accually had one "bite me" one day.  One lady at an SCA event was carving sets in semi-precious stones and laid a lapis one in my hand.  Now normaly I love lapis and can get caught up in the crystal patterns in it. This piece was HOT and it shocked me.....

I really did have a red mark on my palm.  It faded quickly though

I stay away from runes now....
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: jaxsue on May 08, 2008, 07:21:51 PM
I love these stories. Keep them coming.

I don't remember if I told about the EVPs (electronic voice phenomenon) that DS #2 and I got on our trip to N. Ireland. It is definintely a haunted place.
 
We visited Dundrom Castle (County Down) 4 times. The first was very late at night. This castle's on a mountain, and the closest house was at least 1/2 mile away. There was only one security light. The place was dark and isolated (picture below):

http://www.flickr.com/photos/irelandseye/33010000/

The tower in the center of the pic is the original structure..from around the 1300s, I believe.

The night was completely still and quiet. But on our digital recorded we got the sounds of a castle courtyard full of people shouting and laughing, horses' hooves, and whips. One horse seemed to get closer and closer, and then very close a voice, "Quickly, get out!" We foolishly listened to this while in the dark courtyard. I'm sure it was comical seeing a bunch of people trying to get to the car, over 2 big stone fences, but at the time we were terrified.

Another time we did EVPs there we got a horrible, long scream. Banshee? All I know is that if we'd heard it with our own ears we'd have been out of there so fast.

St. Patricks Cathedral - County Down (pic below), where St. Patrick's buried.

http://images.search.yahoo.com/images/view?back=http%3A%2F%2Fimages.search.yahoo.com%2Fsearch%2Fimages%3Fei%3DUTF-8%26p%3Dst.%2520patrick%27s%2520cathedral%2520county%2520down%26fr2%3Dtab-web%26fr%3Dyfp-t-501&w=500&h=375&imgurl=static.flickr.com%2F1251%2F570739908_9a1d8cbd1e.jpg&rurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.flickr.com%2Fphotos%2Fgarymcmurray%2F570739908%2F&size=142.6kB&name=Saint%20Patrick's%20Grave&p=st.%20patrick's%20cathedral%20county%20down&type=JPG&oid=906838d1d0e866b8&fusr=Gary%20McMurray&tit=Saint%20Patrick's%20Grave&hurl=http://www.flickr.com/photos/garymcmurray/&no=1&tt=12

We were in the gift shop, DS was in the sanctuary alone. It's quiet, but on the EVP footsteps (in hard shoes, so loud) come towards the recorder. Then there is the sound as if someone's scraping a tool against the stone walls of the church, right next to DS. Ironically, the walls are covered in memorials. DS was not moving or touching the wall.

We came upon a ruined friary. It was beautiful, surrounded by celtic grave markers. There is no roof, but the walls are intact. We explored it and got what was my favorite EVP of all: about 10 seconds of a monk/friar chanting in either latin or gaelic. It was echoey, like it'd be in a stone church. There's no way we could have made that sound ourselves.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: CyberKat on May 08, 2008, 07:58:14 PM
CyberKat-
Thanks for the clarification- I don't use runes at all, because I neither understand them completely, or have access to someone who I know does understand them completely to explain them to me. I know that there are more than just Germanic runes, but am not totally clear onthe usage.
I have a few acquiantances that will through bone runes for various purposes, and it has always ended badly for them, as much of 'magic' is in the intent and the belief.

Basically, people pick up the concept, then fool around and pretend to know what they're doing. Possibly to seem interesting, I don't know. But I still haven't met anyone who knew what they were doing, they just heard about something that seemed cool, and then started messing with it. For example, everyone I've met, thought that runes themselves were very magical symbols. They're not. They're LETTERS. As magical as A, B, C, D and E is. But like you can form letters into a magic word or a spell (Abracadabra!), you could make runes magical as well, at least in myth.

The original, ancient art of using runes was pure magic in mythology, but in real life, it was much more a matter of psychology. As you say, it's in the intent and belief. Much like fake psychics, the rune casters would look at cause and effect, and predict a likely outcome of a certain situation. The runes were just a tool to seem convincing and magical. They only had a magical effect themselves in the myths and legends, when used by gods and witches. After all, it is just letters ;)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Gyro Widget on May 08, 2008, 10:37:55 PM
I wasn't going to bother write about this recent event on the thread, but since it got bumped, I might as well. 

Last weekend my BF and I were just hanging around my small bachelor apartment.  You can basically see everything at most points in the little apartment.  Anyway, BF was sitting at my table on his laptop and I went to the washroom.  I left the door open because BF and I really do not care about closing it when its just the two of us (lol, maybe TMI, I know, but its important for later). 

Anyway, the entrance way of my apartment was right in front of me while I was in the washroom, and it was to the side of BF.  I was just staring out the washroom door when one of BF's sneakers simply spontaneously flipped over.  I saw him quickly turn towards where the sound came from. 

I asked him "Did you see that???"

He said "No, but I heard it.... what was it??"

"Your sneaker just randomly flipped over as if someone kicked it"

He got kind of freaked out so I changed the subject and made a little joke about the bathroom ghost. 

Anyway, I forgot about it and we later went to bed.  In the middle of the night however, I woke up and I could see some sort of androgynous figure standing over me.  I knew I was having another "old hag" nightmare (aka "sleep paralysis"...which I've already talked about earlier in the thread) and began screaming for BF.  I kept screaming "BF, I'm seeing something.... theres something there next to me!  Its here! Its here!".  He then woke up in a frenzy trying to figure out what the problem was.  The thing with these old hag dreams, is that you never know when you are awake and when you are sleeping... so the events of seeing the figure standing over me simply melted into reality.  The other odd thing was, my body wasn't "paralyzed" through sleep this time.  To me, I was witnessing a ghost - not "out of the corner of my eye", not a simple "orb" or "flash of light", but I could see it standing over me.  BF mentioned later that I screamed so loud that his ears were hurting. 

Sometimes I wonder if they aren't just nightmares though... I must sound like a nut though!!! ::)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Harriet Jones on May 09, 2008, 07:27:05 AM
I remember in college being in the same room as someone with a tarot deck.  She was shuffling and cutting the deck and 'my' card came up several cuts in a row.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Nanny Ogg on May 09, 2008, 11:14:29 AM
I have two more not-scary-but-interesting ones.

2.  Five years later my when I was pregnant with my first child, and just weeks after Mom died of cancer, Nana was diagnosed with brain cancer, and by the time DS1 was born she was in a hospice, in a coma.  When we were able to bring him home from the hospital, we stopped by the hospice so I could show her my baby.  She died that night.

Nearly two years later I was cleaning out an old dresser and found a lovely picture of Nana.  I hadn't had any of her, so I set it out.  DS1 came over and looked at the picture.

"Hey, it's Nana," he said.

"What?" I couldn't think of how he'd know that.

"Sometimes she comes to see me at night.  She's nice."


When I read that, all the hairs on my wrist stood up on end, in a hand grip sort of shape.  It's really sensitive and tingly now too.

How weird is that?

For my kind of story, my Gran passed away a year and two months ago from cancer. At the time she passed, the power in our house went dead for a couple of seconds, with me and my sister in the room. Five minutes later, we got the phone call from my mum who was at the hospital, saying Granny had gone a few minutes before.

For two- three weeks after she passed, lights constantly flickered around me, and I could smell "her". We were exceptionally close, as she looked after me until I went to school when my mum went back to work after having me.

Weird.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: tael on May 09, 2008, 11:17:12 AM
This happened just last week to my nan.

She had just come back indoors from doing... something outside (probably visiting her neighbour, can't quite remember), when she noticed the light on her phone flashing, meaning she had missed a call. So she goes to check caller ID to see who it was and got a terrible fright. The name on it was her father's. Who has been dead for over twenty years now.

The odd bit is that the number has still been in use for the past while since my great-uncle's been using it instead. But 1) his phone's been disconnected for the past six months (someone even went over to his house to double-check) because he's been put in a nursing home, and 2) it should've been listed under his name if it was from his phone (and he does not share a name with my great-grandfather).

My mom even went so far as to call the telephone company to see what could've happened, and they were just as baffled as the rest of us were. There's a possibilty it could be part of one of those telephone scams, but it is freakishly exact.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: at5115 on May 09, 2008, 12:28:09 PM
I remember in college being in the same room as someone with a tarot deck.  She was shuffling and cutting the deck and 'my' card came up several cuts in a row.

I've never had a reading where the Four of Pentacles didn't turn up.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: sadiemae on May 09, 2008, 02:40:19 PM
Jaxsue- I am seriously contemplating making some EVPs of my apartment ghost. Everytime I look at websites for it though, they seem to make it a rather complex process. If you have a chance, would you tell me how you did your? Thanks

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: geordicat on May 09, 2008, 03:09:06 PM
I remember in college being in the same room as someone with a tarot deck.  She was shuffling and cutting the deck and 'my' card came up several cuts in a row.

I've never had a reading where the Four of Pentacles didn't turn up.

For me it's the Page of Swords.  Every time.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Cracea on May 09, 2008, 03:25:18 PM
I have two more not-scary-but-interesting ones.

2.  Five years later my when I was pregnant with my first child, and just weeks after Mom died of cancer, Nana was diagnosed with brain cancer, and by the time DS1 was born she was in a hospice, in a coma.  When we were able to bring him home from the hospital, we stopped by the hospice so I could show her my baby.  She died that night.

Nearly two years later I was cleaning out an old dresser and found a lovely picture of Nana.  I hadn't had any of her, so I set it out.  DS1 came over and looked at the picture.

"Hey, it's Nana," he said.

"What?" I couldn't think of how he'd know that.

"Sometimes she comes to see me at night.  She's nice."


When I read that, all the hairs on my wrist stood up on end, in a hand grip sort of shape.  It's really sensitive and tingly now too.

How weird is that?


I had a similar reaction at the time.  I found it comforting, though, to think of Nana looking after him.  She was so gentle, so kind, and adored children. 

I always get the Strength card in Tarot readings.  Always.  Seems to freak out the friends doing the readings more than me.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Lurkergirl on May 09, 2008, 05:35:34 PM
I had one happen just last night but I didn't really find it freaky.  Every wednesday the local radio station does psychic readings and I managed to call in and get through a second time, they seem to like to talk about ghosts so I had brought up the 2 in my house.  Well last night I got home from my daughters play at school and went to put my cell away on my jewelry box where I plug it in and put it every night.  I go to put it down and my brush is there.  Now I distinctly remember the last time I used it was in the bathroom and I had put it back on the counter there.  And my daughter may have used it but she never went into my room.  So it was really weird to find it in my bedroom that noone had been in since this morning.  I felt like it was a hi I'm here Thanks for acknowlegding us .  So I stated outloud.  Ummm thanks but that is a really strange place to put my brush.  What always seems stranger to me is the knowing... Know why someone is calling or upset or just knowing that I am gonna get a call or a text.  Wish I could find a way to make that more reliable.

Melissa/lurkergirl
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: ladymaureen on May 09, 2008, 07:10:57 PM
I have no psychic or ghostly experiences of my own, though I had a vivid dream once that I wonder about occasionally.

Every once in a while I think such an experience would be kinda cool, but then I think I would probably find it reeeeallly scary. Still, I love stories like this. The Fortean Times message boards are kinda fun to troll looking for these stories.

Anyway, I have two second-hand stories, one family-related and one from someone I knew from work.

1) My great-aunt saw and heard two little girls giggling in her closet while my mother was pregnant. My mother never knew she had twins until delivery. Auntie was certain they were my sisters visiting her before their birth.

2) A lovely, classy lady used to work as an admin in the same office where I worked. She told me a story once that she used to live in an apartment that was haunted. She called it a poltergeist, but it didn't smash things. It made noises and -- the really odd bit, I thought -- would make puddles three-dimensional. What she meant by that was that the roof leaked. Every once in a while she would come upon a cylinder of water that would sway a little bit. Weird, huh? She described it as a pleasant feeling in the apartment -- the entity didn't bother her at all.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Melxb on May 09, 2008, 08:25:02 PM
I've been following this thread curiously and there are a few things that I have to say....

Ouija Boards--never tried them and I don't really want to.  I see them occasionally when I walk through the game boards part of stores and I can literally feel them pulling me.  I don't know why and it freaks me out more than a little.  I just don't want to mess around with them, you know?  :P

Tarot cards--I have a pack of tarot cards.  I bought them as a pack with Tarot for Dummies.  Yeah, I know, really lame.  But I read the whole book and followed the spreads to divine meaning.  Now, with me, I read nothing about myself.  I've done spreads on my sister and three friends and they all say that I shouldn't do any more spreads or readings.  Apparently, I was so spot on that I scared THEM, my sister especially.  As I was reading the explanation from the book (remember--Tarot for Dummies!!) she turned so pale I thought she was going to faint.  I've only done a handful of readings, for myself and three other people.  I don't know--I think I might be too sensitive to them.

Seeing Grandparents--My grandfather died when I was 15 after a long, nasty fight with cancer.  I have always felt as though he were my guardian angel.  He, my sister and I were all very close.  He loved us and we totally loved him.  Whenever I'm having trouble dealing with things I always "channel" by grandfather, ask for his guidance, and I always always always feel better.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: housewife2k on May 09, 2008, 08:26:07 PM
Mel, there are some who believe that you cannot do an accurate reading for yourself, as you are too wrapped up in any possible outcomes, etc...
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Melxb on May 09, 2008, 08:28:48 PM
I have never heard of that, but it doesn't surprise me.  Anytime I try to do a reading for myself I get really weird spreads.  They are very jumbled.  Apparently, I'm either royalty, a mass murderer, or a deaf-mute.  It's weird, but I think now I know why none of it makes sense to me.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: LadyofMaine on May 24, 2008, 11:29:53 AM
Perhaps those are your future selves, Your Majesty. :-*
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Bijou on May 24, 2008, 12:09:54 PM
This thread is better than a good book...I agree..keep 'em coming.  I think I'll go start reading my reincarnation book.  (Many lives...Many masters.  Just got it this week.)
I had an odd experience one time, but I don't know what it was about. I was married to a commercial fisherman.  There were several bad things that happened in the fishing community at that time...a couple of boats went down, one floated out under the bridge and burned up, all within a short period of time.  The day I heard about this string of incidents I dropped a hand mirror and it landed face down.  It shattered but stayed within the frame.  When I picked it up I was shocked to see that the shatter cracks created the perfect image of a fishing boat, from the bow almost to the back and included poles, lines and all.  I took it up and showed my mother (who poo-pooed all things unexplainable) and she got kind of mad at me and took it to the trash can and smashed it to smithereens.  It was eerie, to say the least.
When my ex husband was fishing they couldn't go out when it was blowing, and it could be calm and beautiful and he would be planning his trip and I could just feel that it was going to be stormy, so I would say, "I don't know why you're getting ready.  It's going to start blowing."  And I was right.  This happened so many times that he finally told me, "Stop saying that!"
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: housewife2k on May 24, 2008, 01:35:10 PM
Hubby's uncle stopped by this morning, to get the extending branch saw. Hubby was on his way to the DR, so I was the one who met Uncle at the door, and made sure he had what he needed.
My catten (my word for a cat who will never be much larger than a kitten) is not affectionate with strangers, and she has only met Uncle a handful of times. Chai immediately launched herself off of the couch and into Uncles arms, while making a sad mewing noise, and marking his face with her cheeks. Not in a dominant way, but in a 'smell me, I am soothing and make you feel better" way.

Uncle informed me that his cat of 12 years passed on wednesday morning. I didn't know. Chai knew, and decided to cmofort him.
It is a small thing as far as ghost type stories go, but it was incredibly sweet.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Suze on May 24, 2008, 01:51:42 PM
Chai immediately launched herself off of the couch and into Uncles arms, while making a sad mewing noise, and marking his face with her cheeks. Not in a dominant way, but in a 'smell me, I am soothing and make you feel better" way.

Uncle informed me that his cat of 12 years passed on wednesday morning. I didn't know. Chai knew, and decided to cmofort him.
It is a small thing as far as ghost type stories go, but it was incredibly sweet.

they "know" and want to "make it all better"

The three of mine never left my side after Mom died (It is hard to sleep in a twin bed with two plus size kitties and one normal size one) they miss her as much as I do.....
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: fey01 on May 24, 2008, 09:24:29 PM
A friend of mine, L, lived in a haunted apartment and I often experienced things when there with her.  She had a ghost cat which looked like a brown-gray tabby that I would see out of the corner of my eye, but would always disappear.  After she adopted a white cat, or the cat adopted her, the ghost cat changed its appearance to look like her cat.  That was disconcerting- I would see what I thought was her cat walk into the bathroom out of the corner of my eye, but it then would be in the living room.

Once when we were hanging out together, we heard a man's voice call her name from within the wall.  This was an exterior wall three floors up.  We looked at each other and I said 'I heard it, too'.  She just nodded and we continued our conversation.  L talked about things that happened when she was alone, like feeling someone spooning her while she was in bed.

I lived in an apartment with my ex-fiancee, P, and another friend J.  This apartment had been occupied by several members of the pagan community- someone would move out and someone else they knew would move in.  A lot of magical work was done in that apartment- and in L's too, now that I think about it.  We were on the third floor, which was the top floor.  Something was up on the roof, and I would often hear it running around up there.  It sounded about the size of a child- maybe 6 to 8 yo?  The access to the roof was padlocked from the inside, and we didn't have a key.  Once I was in the shower and I heard it running around.  I yelled out to it to go away, and it came to the corner of the building where the bathroom was.  It leapt up and down repeatedly, until I told it I was sorry I yelled.

We would regularly find things moved around.  I had a glass bobbing bird that would bob up and down if you dipped its beak in a glass of water.  It got knocked off the windowsill and broke.  A few times, I glimpsed a gremlin-like thing out the kitchen window- it was outside the balcony, gripping the ballisters and leering at me.

Oddly enough, all this happened when I lived in the Boston area.  I moved to Texas fourteen years ago and haven't had a single experience.  I'm no longer a practicing pagan, though.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Bijou on May 25, 2008, 12:27:08 PM
I haven't touched one since the night the board spelled my name. I refuse to have one in my house, and will not allow any children that I may have to use one.
good.
Most tools and toys I caution people about using without knowing what tehy are doing. Understand tarot before you give a reading, don't through runes without knowing the meanings, and don't get invilved in Voodoo based on what you see in the movies.
ouija is the one thing I tell people to never do. period.
Automatic writing and ouija boards I don't do.  I have a board without a planchette that I used in the past, but wouldn't do so now.  I have a set of runes.  I wonder where they are.  I really love them, but don't know how to use them.  I also have those celtic cards and the book that goes with them. 
I once heard that if you sit in a dark room with a mirror or a dish filled with water in front of you, you can see images on the surface (no, not of yourself!  Very funny!).  I stared for hours with no luck.  Phooey!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Xallanthia on May 26, 2008, 10:19:13 AM
I haven't touched one since the night the board spelled my name. I refuse to have one in my house, and will not allow any children that I may have to use one.
good.
Most tools and toys I caution people about using without knowing what tehy are doing. Understand tarot before you give a reading, don't through runes without knowing the meanings, and don't get invilved in Voodoo based on what you see in the movies.
ouija is the one thing I tell people to never do. period.
Automatic writing and ouija boards I don't do.  I have a board without a planchette that I used in the past, but wouldn't do so now.  I have a set of runes.  I wonder where they are.  I really love them, but don't know how to use them.  I also have those celtic cards and the book that goes with them. 
I once heard that if you sit in a dark room with a mirror or a dish filled with water in front of you, you can see images on the surface (no, not of yourself!  Very funny!).  I stared for hours with no luck.  Phooey!

That's similar to the "bloody mary" story.  Of course to make that work you have to spin around three times in a dark bathroom then look in the mirror.  Small surprise people see things what with the stars that much spinning makes in your vision, at least in the dark.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: spiffy on May 26, 2008, 12:42:18 PM
When I was a child, I used to have the same dream almost every night for years.

In my dream, I would be running towards our old house (in China).  Right as I got to the front door I would stop and peek around the door frame.  Inside I would see a whole bunch of creatures "partying" and as soon as I peeked around, they would all stop, turn to me and start running after me.

Years later, I was talking to someone who called herself a white witch and I was telling her about my dream.  As I was trying to describe what these creatures looked like and she got up and pulled a book out and showed me a picture of what I was tying to describe.  It was a demon.  I still wonder why I had those dreams so frequently.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Brentwood on May 26, 2008, 01:11:53 PM
When I was a child, I used to have the same dream almost every night for years.

In my dream, I would be running towards our old house (in China).  Right as I got to the front door I would stop and peek around the door frame.  Inside I would see a whole bunch of creatures "partying" and as soon as I peeked around, they would all stop, turn to me and start running after me.

Years later, I was talking to someone who called herself a white witch and I was telling her about my dream.  As I was trying to describe what these creatures looked like and she got up and pulled a book out and showed me a picture of what I was tying to describe.  It was a demon.  I still wonder why I had those dreams so frequently.

That sent a shiver down my spine.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: bionelly on May 26, 2008, 02:49:51 PM
I haven't touched one since the night the board spelled my name. I refuse to have one in my house, and will not allow any children that I may have to use one.
good.
Most tools and toys I caution people about using without knowing what tehy are doing. Understand tarot before you give a reading, don't through runes without knowing the meanings, and don't get invilved in Voodoo based on what you see in the movies.
ouija is the one thing I tell people to never do. period.
Automatic writing and ouija boards I don't do.  I have a board without a planchette that I used in the past, but wouldn't do so now.  I have a set of runes.  I wonder where they are.  I really love them, but don't know how to use them.  I also have those celtic cards and the book that goes with them. 
I once heard that if you sit in a dark room with a mirror or a dish filled with water in front of you, you can see images on the surface (no, not of yourself!  Very funny!).  I stared for hours with no luck.  Phooey!

That's similar to the "bloody mary" story.  Of course to make that work you have to spin around three times in a dark bathroom then look in the mirror.  Small surprise people see things what with the stars that much spinning makes in your vision, at least in the dark.

The version I heard didn't have any spinning in it.  You were just supposed to say "Bloody Mary" either three or one hundred times (I heard both) while looking at a mirror in a dark room.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Cracea on May 26, 2008, 03:07:32 PM
I haven't touched one since the night the board spelled my name. I refuse to have one in my house, and will not allow any children that I may have to use one.
good.
Most tools and toys I caution people about using without knowing what tehy are doing. Understand tarot before you give a reading, don't through runes without knowing the meanings, and don't get invilved in Voodoo based on what you see in the movies.
ouija is the one thing I tell people to never do. period.
Automatic writing and ouija boards I don't do.  I have a board without a planchette that I used in the past, but wouldn't do so now.  I have a set of runes.  I wonder where they are.  I really love them, but don't know how to use them.  I also have those celtic cards and the book that goes with them. 
I once heard that if you sit in a dark room with a mirror or a dish filled with water in front of you, you can see images on the surface (no, not of yourself!  Very funny!).  I stared for hours with no luck.  Phooey!

That's similar to the "bloody mary" story.  Of course to make that work you have to spin around three times in a dark bathroom then look in the mirror.  Small surprise people see things what with the stars that much spinning makes in your vision, at least in the dark.

Actually it's called scrying.  There's no spinning involved.  Quite the opposite in fact.  You're really supposed to first bathe to cleanse yourself (spiritually, that is  ;D), then meditate while seated comfortably in front of the mirror, preferably a black one, or the bowl of water.  It's not a divination method I've used, but I have friends who've used it successfully.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Xallanthia on May 27, 2008, 07:55:20 AM
I haven't touched one since the night the board spelled my name. I refuse to have one in my house, and will not allow any children that I may have to use one.
good.
Most tools and toys I caution people about using without knowing what tehy are doing. Understand tarot before you give a reading, don't through runes without knowing the meanings, and don't get invilved in Voodoo based on what you see in the movies.
ouija is the one thing I tell people to never do. period.
Automatic writing and ouija boards I don't do.  I have a board without a planchette that I used in the past, but wouldn't do so now.  I have a set of runes.  I wonder where they are.  I really love them, but don't know how to use them.  I also have those celtic cards and the book that goes with them. 
I once heard that if you sit in a dark room with a mirror or a dish filled with water in front of you, you can see images on the surface (no, not of yourself!  Very funny!).  I stared for hours with no luck.  Phooey!

That's similar to the "bloody mary" story.  Of course to make that work you have to spin around three times in a dark bathroom then look in the mirror.  Small surprise people see things what with the stars that much spinning makes in your vision, at least in the dark.

Actually it's called scrying.  There's no spinning involved.  Quite the opposite in fact.  You're really supposed to first bathe to cleanse yourself (spiritually, that is  ;D), then meditate while seated comfortably in front of the mirror, preferably a black one, or the bowl of water.  It's not a divination method I've used, but I have friends who've used it successfully.

**shrugs** all I know is the way we used to freak ourselves out as children, involved spinning.  In the pitch dark--usually in a bathroom--either three or ten times with the eyes tightly closed and hands on top of the head while chanting (generally her name), then look in the mirror.  I don't pretend to explain scrying, not knowing anything about it, but I do think that the childish version I knew is somewhat more easily explained.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: housewife2k on May 27, 2008, 01:24:01 PM
For scrying, there is no spinning, for the Bloody Mary urban legend, there is spinning. The spinning is actually important for the 'trick' to work, as if you are disoriented, in the darks, and then flash a light on a mirror expectig to see something odd, you more than likely will, as the loss of equilibrium and the sudden light will affect your vision, your mind plays the right tricks on you.

Sorry, in a science class we broke down how that one actually worked for some people.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Roe on May 27, 2008, 05:59:07 PM
A few responses back, someone stated that an ouja (sp?) board is a portal.  A portal to what?  Can you explain a bit further?  Thanks!

BTW...I did have an experience with a board when I was a teenager.  It spooks me to even type it so I can't.  I tried, but I can't. 
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Samantha on May 27, 2008, 06:11:12 PM
A few responses back, someone stated that an ouja (sp?) board is a portal.  A portal to what?  Can you explain a bit further?  Thanks!

BTW...I did have an experience with a board when I was a teenager.  It spooks me to even type it so I can't.  I tried, but I can't. 

It's a portal to the spiritual world. A ouija board opens the lines of communication between the people using the board and the spirits... Unfortunately, you can't summon a particular spirit (at least not to my knowledge). It's not like dialing 867-5309 and getting Jenny on the line... :) You get whomever (or whatever) is there and able to communicate. And sometimes, they aren't happy about being disturbed.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: DottyG on May 27, 2008, 06:29:07 PM
Great.  Now guess what song I'll have stuck in my mind the rest of the day! :D

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: housewife2k on May 28, 2008, 07:21:56 PM
A few responses back, someone stated that an ouja (sp?) board is a portal.  A portal to what?  Can you explain a bit further?  Thanks!

BTW...I did have an experience with a board when I was a teenager.  It spooks me to even type it so I can't.  I tried, but I can't. 
The best way I can describe it is it's a portal to the bad side of the otherworldly tracks.

It sounds silly, but it's a portal to negative energy, spirits, thoughts, whatever you want to call it, it opens the door to a dark place, with things that should just be left alone.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: DottyG on June 04, 2008, 10:42:32 PM
I want to hear about lilbunny's wedding dress ghost!

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: dawnfire on June 05, 2008, 11:29:19 AM
there have been a few weird ones for me.
*I was poked by something in the gut while having a shower when I was a teenager, it was like someone had poked me really hard in the abodmen. no-one there in shower with me and there was only 15 cm between me and the wall of shower.
*fast forward to a few years later I was living in the house I grew up in with my hubby,my older son, and my brother. my father rent it to us while lived in another house with my stepmum. I was in the bathroom giving my son a bath, it was midafternoon and that bathroom gets good afternoon sun. We have our backs to the bathroom door, suddenly my son looks over his shoulder and mine and give his fliting grin like someone is there. I turn to look, thinking maybe my hubby was there but no-one there. but here's the spooky part I hear a voice in my head " I'm glad you're taking good care of my grandson" and I knew it was my mother who had died when I was 8.
*I had another visitation by a deceased realtive a 3-4 years after my last story. I was in my new flat with my youngest son who would have been about a year old. I'm bouncing him on my knee doing horsies and he turns to the furthest corner of the room just smiling at some thing or someone. I get the sense it is an old man.

I've always had prophetic dreams since my teens. I know when something is up is when I remember my dreams (i don't normally remember my dreams). I dreamed about mundaine things like my paperwork getting missplaced by other people, or they are a tiny fragment of what happens I did know what to do (like looking down two cubeicle corridors. I'm lying down in the corner cublicle, when I sit up  I can see straight down one and if I turn a bit I can see a few cubilcles down the other way. 6 months later I was hit by a car and that's where I ended up when I went to emergency.

things have been very quiet over the last few years but at time i'm starting to hear things like a couple of months ago I'm just lying  on my bed reading when I hear a voice calling out "Maria" now there are no maria's in this house or amongst any of the neighbours.  I'm living near a national forest which was logged in the last 70 years  (my elderly neighbour used to tell us of visiting the loggers camp (which was on my street) as a child and now i'm wondering if a kid got lost up here .( might have to talk to her some more).

I don't know where i get my gifts from but my father used to say quiet casually that most seagoing vessels will have ghost on them as if he'd seen them quite regularly (he was a sea captain by trade until my mother's passing).
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Team HoundMom on June 05, 2008, 12:56:35 PM
I photographed a couple of ghosts.  It was Christmas Day 2006 and my dad was driving me back from HisCity to MyCity.  I asked if we could take a detour and stop at a cemetary where many of my ancestors are buried.  My Great Aunt had passed away a few years earlier at age 102 and her and her husband's grave is there (same headstone.)  I had my new digital camera and I took two pictures of their headstone.  It wasn't until about two weeks later when I looked at the little screen and saw something in the pictures.  In the first picture there is a *perfect* image of a man's face looking over the name.  Older man, balding, pointed nose.  You can see his eyes, ear, chin, hairline, etc. perfectly.  In the other picture is what looks like a woman, not as clear but still visible.  Unfortunately I do not know any members of that family so I can't find out who they might be.  I don't show many people those pictures, out of respect for whoever the people in them are - they were kind enough to show themselves to me.  I saved the pictures to my computer, CD, jump drive, etc. and put the memory card away in a drawer.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: veraobsession on June 05, 2008, 08:40:26 PM
How are you gonna' tell about them and not show!?!? I'm dying here!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Team HoundMom on June 06, 2008, 08:32:08 AM
How are you gonna' tell about them and not show!?!? I'm dying here!

As soon as I posted that story I thought, Aww mannn, now the e-hellions will be curious to see them.  I'll try to post them later today.  (have to figure out photobucket and sizing, etc. so you can see the details without them being too big.)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: DottyG on June 06, 2008, 10:45:23 AM
How are you gonna' tell about them and not show!?!? I'm dying here!

As soon as I posted that story I thought, Aww mannn, now the e-hellions will be curious to see them.  I'll try to post them later today.  (have to figure out photobucket and sizing, etc. so you can see the details without them being too big.)

Yea!

And, we'll be respectful.  We know it was an honor for you to be granted the privilege of seeing them.

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Team HoundMom on June 06, 2008, 11:47:28 AM
How are you gonna' tell about them and not show!?!? I'm dying here!
As soon as I posted that story I thought, Aww mannn, now the e-hellions will be curious to see them.  I'll try to post them later today.  (have to figure out photobucket and sizing, etc. so you can see the details without them being too big.)
Yea!
And, we'll be respectful.  We know it was an honor for you to be granted the privilege of seeing them.

I was hesitant to post these photos onto the Internets because I tend to view other people's "ghost pictures" with a bit of skepticism.  But I can tell you honestly that these pictures were taken by me, within seconds of each other, with my Fuji Finepix digital camera and there were no other people in the cemetary and absolutely nothing that could cause a reflection.

http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg179/juicy_fruit_kisses/AuntZeldasGrave1.jpg
http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg179/juicy_fruit_kisses/AuntZeldasGrave2.jpg

I posted just the links because they are quite freaky.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: sooverit on June 06, 2008, 12:01:20 PM
wow... it took me a couple of seconds to see the faces but that is really freaky!  You can distinctly see a face in each picture!   :o
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Xallanthia on June 06, 2008, 12:06:46 PM
wow... it took me a couple of seconds to see the faces but that is really freaky!  You can distinctly see a face in each picture!   :o

I looked a few minutes ago and read a few other posts... and I still have creeps in my spine.  What incredible pictures!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: geordicat on June 06, 2008, 12:07:14 PM
How are you gonna' tell about them and not show!?!? I'm dying here!
As soon as I posted that story I thought, Aww mannn, now the e-hellions will be curious to see them.  I'll try to post them later today.  (have to figure out photobucket and sizing, etc. so you can see the details without them being too big.)
Yea!
And, we'll be respectful.  We know it was an honor for you to be granted the privilege of seeing them.

I was hesitant to post these photos onto the Internets because I tend to view other people's "ghost pictures" with a bit of skepticism.  But I can tell you honestly that these pictures were taken by me, within seconds of each other, with my Fuji Finepix digital camera and there were no other people in the cemetary and absolutely nothing that could cause a reflection.

http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg179/juicy_fruit_kisses/AuntZeldasGrave1.jpg
http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg179/juicy_fruit_kisses/AuntZeldasGrave2.jpg

I posted just the links because they are quite freaky.


Wow.  they jumped right out at me!!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Stormtreader on June 06, 2008, 12:43:17 PM
I wonder if thats George and Zelda? :o
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: housewife2k on June 06, 2008, 12:48:11 PM
So you know, I didn't read any description before I clicked the links. When I opened the first pic- I only read the surname on the stone, and saw the face, same with the second. I felt that there was a HUGE sense of love about those pics, somehow. I looked again, and realized it was a joint grave.
Those are not the scary type of ghost pics, those are the "just want to let you know we are fine, and htinking of those who think of us" pics.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Outdoor Girl on June 18, 2008, 10:18:35 AM
I've had a few experiences that have made me realize that when that little voice inside my head says I should do something, I should listen to it.

The first two happened the summer I was 17 (many years ago!).  I'd had my learner's permit for a short time, and any chance I got, I would drive.  My parents and I were heading out on a long drive to take me to my summer work program, and my Dad was trying to hand me the keys.  I said, No Thanks because for some reason, I didn't feel like driving.  20 minutes down the highway, the right front tire blew.  My Dad managed to steer the truck over to the side of the road, but had I been driving, I'm not sure I'd be sitting here typing this.

At the end of that same summer, just the night before we were all due to ship home, I had a dream that I had appendicitis, was admitted to hospital and wasn't able to head home on the train with all my co-workers.  Which was strange, because my parents were picking me up and I wasn't taking the train.  The next morning at breakfast, we were all looking around, 'Where's Lisa?'.  Guess who was taken to the hospital the night before with an attack of appendicitis?

The last one happened just a few years ago.  My mother was diagnosed with lung cancer and had very little time left.  The doctor told us days, maybe weeks, but not months.  So I took time off to be with her.  But she hung on longer than anyone thought she would, and I was out of vacation time, so I headed back to my life, coming home on weekends and calling every night.  One night, I got this feeling that I needed to get my house in order and get some stuff done, so I went on a bit of a cleaning frenzy, and went to bed.  At 1 am, my phone rang.  It was my Dad.  Mom had died about 2 hours before, peacefully, in her sleep.  Dad had had the same feeling as I had and had chosen that night to stay in the room with her.  He was asleep on the couch and didn't hear a thing.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: sadiemae on June 18, 2008, 12:43:23 PM
Every time this thread gets bumped it I get all excited.

So, back a few pages ago I was talking about my apartment ghosts.

As a refresher, Sweetheart & I live in an old train station that has been renovated into a business downstairs and our apartment upstairs. We hear weird stuff all the time. Recently, after our last escapade, which had us both awake and hearing the door slam and the creepy footsteps, we looked at each other with that Scooby Doo look of fear and decided we would be sleeping with the television on for the forseeable future.

Since we live and work in a small town, we see a lot of people on a daily basis. Both Sweetheart and I were telling of our adventures and in return hearing some awesome ghost stories from other people. Of course, this gets back to our landlord.

Sweetheart was at home, sitting outside in the sunshine when our landlord, a funny, witty, good natured guy walks up. And here is the basic conversation:

Landlord: "So, I hear you guys are afraid of the ghost upstairs."
Sweetheart: "Yeah, we keep hearing doors slamming and fast footsteps. Its really creepy."
Landlord: "Well, just so you know, there has only been one "confirmed" death on the train tracks. But you aren't the only one to complain about hearing things. I used to hear things when I lived up there too."
Sweetheart:  :o (and hungry for a good creepy story) "Only one confirmed? Weren't safety standards just about non-existent back then?"
Landlord: "Well, only one was confirmed, you know how that goes. But he was a hobo who tried to jump the train, missed, got caught and was dragged. Right to your apartment door, actually."
Sweetheart: "Thanks for that."
After a few more pleasantries, they parted ways.

So, maybe thats the ghost. Who knows?

But...we come home last night, after a couple cocktails, open the door leading to our apartment, and find....







A plastic ghost, about three feet tall, wearing a conductors hat.

Sweetheart yelped. I found it very hard to make it up our spiral staircase while crossing my legs so I didn't wet myself, because I thought it was hysterical.  Seriously, I'm still giggling. The plastic ghost mysteriously disappeared today, and I have to think up a prank to play on my landlord...
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Reddie321 on July 29, 2008, 11:31:48 AM
Not sure if this counts as a ghostly experience, since it was a dream, but oh well.  And if this post is inappropriate, I apologize.

This past weekend, the family rented a cabin in north Georgia for my birthday(had a blast!).  Really sweet setup...three level house.  Main level had the kitchen, LR, 1 BR, 1BA, DR, and a huge wraparound porch.  The basement level had a second LR, game area, 1 BA, and 1 BR (that was comprised of two sets of bunk beds), with access to another smaller porch with the hot tub.  Note:  The bunk room had no windows, and the only light came from an LED alarm clock.

One of my sisters, her boyfriend, and I stayed in the bunk room.  The first night we were there, I dreamed that a man came in and hung himself in our room.  That was disturbing enough to wake me up (ya think?!), and the only thing that let me go back to sleep was looking at the configuration of the room (from what little light the alarm clock provided), and reaching the conclusion that no one could hang themselves in this room.  I write it off as a bad dream, and try not to think about it anymore.  I didn't tell anyone about it either.

The next night, I'm on the phone with Z, when my mom hands me the cabin journal to what she says is an interesting entry.  There wasn't a date on the entry, but it was between two entries that were written about 3 months before our visit.  I took a picture of the entry and this is what it said, verbatim:

"I have read all of the entries before mine and no one mentions the shadowy figure.  Every night around 11 we saw it walking around the deck.  We can't have been the first to see him.  Why has no one mentioned it before?  Is everyone afraid to look crazy?  Well we know what we saw.  You can see traces of white footprints every morning.  Did someone die here?  We talked with one of the neighbors and they told us someone once rented this cabin to kill himself in.  I bet that is the shadowy figure.  Our children spent the night in the bunk room-but just once.  They told us someone came in the room and tied a rope to one of the bunk rails.  We did not believe them at first.  Then the next night and every night after that, we saw him on the deck after that first night, the kids slept on the floor in our room."

I started crying when I read that entry, and refused to be alone downstairs after that.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: sooverit on July 29, 2008, 11:43:21 AM
Not sure if this counts as a ghostly experience, since it was a dream, but oh well.  And if this post is inappropriate, I apologize.

This past weekend, the family rented a cabin in north Georgia for my birthday(had a blast!).  Really sweet setup...three level house.  Main level had the kitchen, LR, 1 BR, 1BA, DR, and a huge wraparound porch.  The basement level had a second LR, game area, 1 BA, and 1 BR (that was comprised of two sets of bunk beds), with access to another smaller porch with the hot tub.  Note:  The bunk room had no windows, and the only light came from an LED alarm clock.

One of my sisters, her boyfriend, and I stayed in the bunk room.  The first night we were there, I dreamed that a man came in and hung himself in our room.  That was disturbing enough to wake me up (ya think?!), and the only thing that let me go back to sleep was looking at the configuration of the room (from what little light the alarm clock provided), and reaching the conclusion that no one could hang themselves in this room.  I write it off as a bad dream, and try not to think about it anymore.  I didn't tell anyone about it either.

The next night, I'm on the phone with Z, when my mom hands me the cabin journal to what she says is an interesting entry.  There wasn't a date on the entry, but it was between two entries that were written about 3 months before our visit.  I took a picture of the entry and this is what it said, verbatim:

"I have read all of the entries before mine and no one mentions the shadowy figure.  Every night around 11 we saw it walking around the deck.  We can't have been the first to see him.  Why has no one mentioned it before?  Is everyone afraid to look crazy?  Well we know what we saw.  You can see traces of white footprints every morning.  Did someone die here?  We talked with one of the neighbors and they told us someone once rented this cabin to kill himself in.  I bet that is the shadowy figure.  Our children spent the night in the bunk room-but just once.  They told us someone came in the room and tied a rope to one of the bunk rails.  We did not believe them at first.  Then the next night and every night after that, we saw him on the deck after that first night, the kids slept on the floor in our room."

I started crying when I read that entry, and refused to be alone downstairs after that.

I'm not sure i've ever had goosebumps this bad!  SCARY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!    :o
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: ginlyn32 on July 29, 2008, 12:17:02 PM
My Dad's sister, my Aunt Marty would always tease us and say that they had a ghost.

I don't know if that was true or not, I know I could not stand to go to the bathroom at her house. The bathroom was just a little bit down the hallway and beyond that was her son's bedroom.

Her son was really into heavy metal music. This was back in the early 80's when all the preachers at church would tell us that we would go to heck for listening to that sort of music.

Anyway, my brother spent the night over there just one time. When he came home, he told my mom that he didn't sleep very well. She asked him why and he said because right when he got to sleep he heard this jiggling noise. He looked up to see what it was and it was the lamp in the room. Moving. By itself. My cousin was sound asleep, snoring. My brother said that he tried and failed to get back to sleep. He never spent the night over there again, either.

Ginger
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: FluteOfDoom on July 29, 2008, 02:02:51 PM
My family's policy on Ouija boards is that they are all-purpose portals - they open, and anything that wants to can come through. So don't mess with them.

My story: a couple of years ago, when I was 13 or 14, my family went on a vacation to see Washington DC and we made a stop to Gettysburg on the way back. We stayed at one of those campgrounds where you can rent cabins to stay in. The cabin we had, had three rooms - a big living room / kitchen with a bed for my parents, a bathroom, and a side room with two sets of bunk beds, where my brother and I slept.

Anyway, my father and I went on a ghost tour one night, which was really rather cool. Bit spooky, some cool stories, but we didn't see anything.

At least, not yet.

So I was lying in my bed that night (I have the top bunk of one of the sets, which is placed so that both the head and side are against a wall. Against the opposite wall is the other set), trying to go to sleep while everyone else is in the other room. But every time I close my eyes, the whole bed starts shaking, like someone is standing at the foot of the beds just yanking it around - and stops as soon as I open them.

Sitting up, I look to the side, and there's an orb, a good 2 - 3 inches in diameter and glowing with white light. It moves to one side, closer to me, and then vanishes.



Nothing else weird happened that night, but I didn't leave the lights off either!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Aggiesque on July 29, 2008, 03:31:17 PM
Wow! I have goosebumps from reading this thread. I don't have any  real sensitivities, although I get either terrible nightmares or stuff (generally mundane) which happens later on. Never plain ol' dreams. /sigh

thank you guys for sharing!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Josiepug on July 29, 2008, 04:43:55 PM
No real experiences, but I do have a tendency to say things that turn out to be true, but I have no idea how I know them. Two stories come to mind. I was dating a new guy and we were just sitting around chatting one day. I said something about how he had inherited his eye and hair color from his mother. He kind of looked at me strangely and asked how on earth I knew that since I had never seen his parents, had them described to me, or anything. Another time my sister and I were in Wal-mart. I looked at her and answered a question she had never asked that had nothing to do with what we had been talking about previously (can't remember what it was now). Same thing - she looked at me and asked how on earth I knew she was going to ask  me that question. This doesn't happen on a regular basis, but happens often enough that it kind of freaks people out.

My mother always tells the story of how she caught me talking to my Great-Grandfather one night. He died when I was two, but I managed to describe not only him but some of his closest friends whom I had never met. Absolutely freaked her out.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: housewife2k on July 30, 2008, 01:47:51 PM
My family's policy on Ouija boards is that they are all-purpose portals - they open, and anything that wants to can come through. So don't mess with them.


Bolded for emphasis- clearly put!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Lady Snowdon on July 30, 2008, 01:54:13 PM
My family's policy on Ouija boards is that they are all-purpose portals - they open, and anything that wants to can come through. So don't mess with them.


Bolded for emphasis- clearly put!

Ouija boards give just about every woman in our family a queasy, uneasy feeling.  Every single person has been banned from ever trying one out!  At college, they brought one out and I couldn't even be in the common room with it out; it was just so...negative.  brrrrr!  My grandmother can't even walk past one in a store.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Roe on August 04, 2008, 06:19:52 PM
Any new stories?   ;D
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: kisu on August 05, 2008, 02:29:27 AM
My family's policy on Ouija boards is that they are all-purpose portals - they open, and anything that wants to can come through. So don't mess with them.


Bolded for emphasis- clearly put!

Ouija boards give just about every woman in our family a queasy, uneasy feeling.  Every single person has been banned from ever trying one out!  At college, they brought one out and I couldn't even be in the common room with it out; it was just so...negative.  brrrrr!  My grandmother can't even walk past one in a store.

My grandma told me this story. It was the end of the continuation war (1944) and she was on air surveillance duty with some other young women, at a small air surveillance post a bit out of the capital city. One of the young women was anxious to know how her fiance was doing (he was on the front line in a very dangerous spot of the line), and she had the bright idea of creating a makeshift ouija board out of paper and a small drinking glass.

The women held a session in candlelight, asked questions about how the war was going to end, whether their fiances and brothers would survive etc, and then one of them asked the board "where's the devil?". The board answered "in the closet", the closet doors burst open and blew all the candles out. Just then, the next shift arrived - grandma had never been so happy to get out of the surveillance post!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Mrs.E on August 05, 2008, 09:21:30 AM
I don't know what this should be classified under, it may just be stress because I have never noticed anything in the house we live in now(we have only been there for about 5 months). Everytime I am almost asleep or in a dimly lit area doing something that distracts me from everything I get this feeling like someone is running there finger up my back. It gives me the biggest shudder I have ever felt. Almost like a horrible cold chill. The feeling is really hard to explain. The first few times I thought it was the cat with her tail but the third time I looked around and she was snoozing about 20 feet away. I am so jumpy about it right now anytime anyone touches my back I jump, even at work. Anybody have any suggestions as to what it could be?
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: HushHush on August 05, 2008, 11:34:43 AM
I have no stories but I love to read them!  I hope there are more that posters are willing to share...
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: wonderfullyanonymous on August 06, 2008, 02:51:15 PM
I have no idea how I managed to miss this post, but I have spent the last three days reading it. I can add my own now.


I wish I had known about the evils of a Ouija board when "everyone" had one. My sister begged, and got one, probably late 70's. We "played" with it one time. It was her and I, and we asked it a question, and the thing you rest your fingers on moved to the 1st letter of the answer. We both accused the other of moving it, and when we realized neither of us moved it, she buried it in her closet, never to be brought out again.


For something more recent, the Wal-Mart I work in is haunted, particularly the area of the store where the photo lab is. Our lab equipment would break down for no reason, and then start back up. We all heard our names called at one time or another when no one was around.

One night, Mel and I were getting ready to shut down. I heard someone call my name, and I looked up, and around, and didn't see anyone. I looked at Mel, and all she said was, I heard it too.

Vanessa, who worked in wireless, was covering my break for me, and came in to get pictures for someone. She stood in there for a few minutes after, when she heard her name called. She looked around, and there was no one there. She wouldn't go back in the lab by herself after that.

Had an associate from the other part of the store transfer into the lab. We warned him about the spirits. He says to me, oh, there aren't any ghosts in here, I can feel them, and if there were ghosts, I would know. I said, I can feel them too, but you can only feel them if they want you too. He insisted he knew there were no ghosts.

A few weeks after he'd been in the lab, he closed by himself. The next morning, when I come in, he says to me, you were right. I said about what. The ghost he says. I started laughing at him. I said what happened?

"I was standing kind of bent over, and I heard someone call my name, and touch me. I stood up, and looked around, and no one was there. THe hair on the back of my neck stood up. *It* really freaked me out. I never felt *It* .

"I told you so." was what I said.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Esther_bunny on August 06, 2008, 04:26:49 PM
My family's policy on Ouija boards is that they are all-purpose portals - they open, and anything that wants to can come through. So don't mess with them.


Bolded for emphasis- clearly put!

Ouija boards give just about every woman in our family a queasy, uneasy feeling.  Every single person has been banned from ever trying one out!  At college, they brought one out and I couldn't even be in the common room with it out; it was just so...negative.  brrrrr!  My grandmother can't even walk past one in a store.

My mom hates them. She had one before I was born and she couldn't get rid of it for the longest time. I found one in our garage when I was in gradeschool. Some friends and I played with it but nothing happened.
Despite nothing happening to me, after all the stories I've heard about them, I'd just as soon stay away.

Not sure if I've posted this before but I lived in a house that had a very negative feeling/spirit. I always felt like I was being watched and bad things happened to me there (got robbed, tried to kill myself).

BF and I stayed at a haunted B&B in Louisiana and we wandered around after dark and took photos....later when we looked at them there were orbs all over them.

I have a knack for being the "accidental psychic". I did a cakewalk and just knew that my number would win, I had a feeling. It did.
Once when we were on vacation (in the 80s), we had booked at a certain hotel but my stepdad failed to get the exact address. I said, "Watch, we'll get there and there will be one on every block." We flew to California and guess what? There was a that type of hotel on every single block.
I also win little contests...nothing like the lottery but things like a weekend at a hotel, etc.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Bratski on August 07, 2008, 07:07:00 PM
I made the mistake of reading this thread last night at work. I worked a backshift and was the only person in the building. In a building that is also haunted. With a grave yard across the street. Aren't I bright? ::)

BG:
My office is in a converted three story house. It is about 50 or so years old in a older neighborhood. The aforementioned graveyard has graves going back to the early 1800's. I work at a security company (like ADI or Brinks) and on backshift you are alone the whole shift. It gets a little lonely but EHell keeps me company.

Numerous employees have heard/seen the ghosts. The cleaning lady got the worst of it. Once she turned on the lights in the third floor offices and she saw a man lying on the conference table. He disappeared seconds later. Another time she was in the second floor hallway when she heard the adding machine clicking in the comptroller's office. She thought it was just him working late and went in to say hello. He wasn't in his office but the adding machine was working on his desk and the paper was spooling out. She ran out and left for the night.

One co worker was in the monitoring area and the toilet flushed in the bathroom next to it. Not really scary except she was alone.

Two co workers saw children skipping in the parking lot at three am on the camera monitor. They went to the back door and looked out in the parking lot but there wasn't any children outside. They said there was two children wearing long dresses or night gowns.

Others (including myself) have heard footsteps in the hall way, doors opening/closing, and sometimes phones ringing in other offices. The phones ringing are strange because all incoming calls come to the monitoring area and we transfer the calls to the other offices.

I have only seen something once. I was walking past the french doors leading into the first floor hallway when I saw a shoulder in the last row of windows on the door go by. It was just the shoulder of someone. I just caught the last possible second as it went by.

The scariest for me happened on a Sunday dayshift. I was alone except for the cleaning lady. She is really cool and I follow her around chat with her and help if she needs it. She had just finished dusting the monitoring area and computers and signal processors. A few minutes after she went upstairs I noticed I no longer had sound on my computer. I looked over at the speaker boxes and saw that the volume had been turned almost all the way down. I figured the cleaning lady had done it by accident when she dusted as it had been fine before. I turned it back up and made sure it was working.

I decided to tease her about it. I went to the bottom of the stairs and asked her mock angrily why she did that.She said she hadn't and had been extra careful not to. I thought nothing of it and went back to my desk. A few minutes later I noticed I didn't have sound again. I looked over at the speakers and the knob was turned almost all the way down.

I have other stories about different places but that's enough for now.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: LadyofMaine on August 07, 2008, 08:19:05 PM
The other night my mom heard someone dump the entire contents of her silverware drawer on the floor.  Now there's nothing in the world that sounds like that.

Only there was nobody in the kitchen and the drawer was closed and the contents were intact. :o :o :o

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Just Lori on August 07, 2008, 09:28:44 PM
For my kind of story, my Gran passed away a year and two months ago from cancer. At the time she passed, the power in our house went dead for a couple of seconds, with me and my sister in the room. Five minutes later, we got the phone call from my mum who was at the hospital, saying Granny had gone a few minutes before.

For two- three weeks after she passed, lights constantly flickered around me, and I could smell "her". We were exceptionally close, as she looked after me until I went to school when my mum went back to work after having me.

Weird.

A couple of weeks ago, we were out-of-town for a soccer match.  Our niece is on the team as well.  The children share a great-grandmother.  On Monday morning, we got into the hotel elevator.  The doors closed and the elevator made a funny sound and stopped for a few seconds.  We pushed buttons.  Hit the alarm.  Nothing.  The kids were starting to panic.  Finally, the doors opened and we decided to take the stairs.

I didn't think too much about this episode until I read your post.  You see, Grandma died a few hours after this happened.  Coincidence?  Probably.  But my hair's standing up on end right now.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: wonderfullyanonymous on August 07, 2008, 10:46:56 PM
I have Christmas pictures from my mom's a couple years ago that have a few orbs floating in them. THese were from DFs camera. I thought the lens had spots on it, until I saw the orbs in pictures I had taken with my camera. His is digital, and mine is a very nice 35 mm. I am fanatical about keeping the lenses clean. It was kind of cool to see them.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Roe on August 08, 2008, 12:49:58 PM
Do orbs always mean spirits?  Or can they be reflections or caused by something else?  I ask b/c I get orbs in my pictures....ALOT.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: kisu on August 08, 2008, 01:26:31 PM
Orbs can be caused eg. by dust or water drops reflecting the flash, like in an attic or in fog, rain, during snowfall... Sometimes smudges on the lens can also create "orbs".
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: LadyofMaine on August 08, 2008, 02:34:36 PM
I stayed up way too long last night reading the ghost stories. 

As I went to bed, I wished (be careful) that something of an otherworldly nature would occur.  I was careful to wish for nothing overly frightening.

Early this morning I was sleeping and all a sudden heard someone yelling my childhood nickname (few people know it, as it's ridiculous).   It was coming out from under my pillow, to the extent my head jerked when I heard it.

At first I thought it was somehow emanating from my cell phone, which I usually keep close by, but I had left the darn thing in the other room.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: ShyViolet on August 09, 2008, 08:19:02 AM
De-lurking to share some tales and ask that you keep them coming.  Howdy all!

I definitely believe in ghosts and the like!  I've only got a couple of personal experiences to share.

1.  When I was 3 my grandfather on my mum's side passed away.  We were living another province over, and the day he passed (before my mum knew) she came into the living room to check on me.  I told her 'Grandpa was here'.  She said yes, he came to visit in the summer.  I apparently insisted that no, grandpa had come to visit that day, and waved at me.  She's convinced it was her father saying goodbye (he loved his grandchildren).

2.  My grandmother (mum's mum) passed when I was in my early twenties.  She'd been very ill, and my parents hadn't wanted me to see her while she was in the hospital.  It wasn't until the funeral that I saw her body (and learnt open caskets are apparently common - boy, did that ever give me an unexpected shock!).  A couple weeks later I had the most realistic dream.  I dreamt I was lying in my bed, in my room, and my grandmother came to sit on the edge of the bed.  I felt the weight as she sat down.  She spoke to me, telling me goodbye, and mentioned a date - February 4.   Now, I'm the type who has odd dreams at best, where things aren't ever quite like reality.  I'm personally convinced she came back to say goodbye to me, especially since when I told my mum about the dream she couldn't believe the date I mentioned, as it has special significance to her!

3.  There used to be something in my grandparent's house (again, mum's parents).  They lived in a Victorian townhome, so it wasn't very large.  At the top of the stairs was the smallest of landings with three rooms coming off.  At some point an addition had been added, so you had to walk through one bedroom-sized room to get to the bathroom.  It wasn't until we were both in our late teens did my brother and I realize both of us used to run through that room to get to the bathroom.  Strangest thing is we were fine on either side of the room; I remember searching the bookshelves on the stair landing or in the miniature hall outside of the bathroom for things to read without a care in the world.  But for the life of us, you couldn't get us to spend one moment extra in that room, because something scared the willies out of us!  We think it was attached to an object rather than the house, as after my grandmother passed and a lot of things were removed from the room, we couldn't feel it anymore.  That and my grandparents raised thirteen kids in that house, and I'm pretty sure at least one of them would have felt something in there when they were younger!

4.  I'm not sure if I'm convinced of these incidents being ghostly, or imagination, as they tended to occur while I was falling asleep.  The tiny house the hubby and I live in was built in 1918, but you'd never think it to look at it (too many weekend renovations over the decades by unskilled do-it-yourselfers, but that's a whole different story...).  When we first took possession I'd been living in an apartment, while he was still at his parent's, so I wound up living here alone for a couple weeks before he could join me.  The wife of the couple we purchased from made a comment to the hubby about how brave I must be, as she never liked spending the night alone in the house!  Gee, thanks, that sort of thing wouldn't possibly set a gal on edge...

But quite honestly I've only ever gotten a happy vibe from the place, so I'm thinking it was her own imagination doing the trick (I myself refuse to either drink coke or read ghost stories after 4 pm, because either activity will result in a pretty sleepless night ;D).  Though sometimes I wonder - a couple of years ago I had the strangest "dreams".  I went to bed before the hubby, who was downstairs playing on the computer.  In that strange time of partial sleep/partial wakefulness, I thought I saw a tall man standing IN the mattress of the bed, watching me.  Quite honestly it didn't scare me in the slightest, and I fell asleep without worries.

The second time it happened (same bedroom, again, hubby downstairs) I dreamt he was standing more to the edge of the bed, and suddenly bent down to stare closer at me.  He startled me (again, not really scared, just shocked) and I screamed.  Apparently I wasn't fully awake, so I ended up making the oddest mewling moans.  It was the hubby who ended up terrified, wondering what had happened to me, as I'd never made any kind of noise like that before!  It took a moment for me to realize what he was so worried about as he barged up the stairs calling to me, because other than that initial surprise of my dream, I wasn't upset in the slightest!

Same room, around the same time period, I occasionally thought I heard my name being called while falling asleep.  It always roused me with a jolt, but again, I never had a feeling of anything either hinky or ghostly when that happened.

What makes me wonder if it wasn't a strange period of odd dreams for me came one night, after the poor hubby had his wisdom teeth out.  Being a kind wife I gave him the entire bed to thrash about in as he pleased, while I went to sleep downstairs on the pull out couch.  I had a dream where I was laying on my back, cat curled up on my chest, the room exactly as it was.  Something invisible, approximately the size of a large cat or small dog, walked out from the hallway, around the edge of the bed, then stopped at my right hand side.  The evil feeling it gave off TERRIFIED me, and when it started growling I just about died of fright! :o But when I truly woke up, lying on my back, cat curled on my chest, I was frozen in fear, unable to convince myself to get up and turn on the lights.  It wasn't until the poor hubby came wandering downstairs with a migraine did I manage to get out of bed, at which point I turned on every light in the house.  Took about an hour to calm myself down, all the while telling the poor man with the splitting headache there was NO way in heck I'd turn off the dang lights!  :P

See, the thing is, my cat really was asleep on my chest at the time, and I honestly can't believe an angry spirit wouldn't affect her in the slightest!  Since then I've learnt the type of dream I had fits the bill of a night terror, and I'm more inclined to ascribe it to that, rather than something hinky in my house (which, as I've said, has never felt anything other than welcoming)!

I've also experienced deja vu more times than I can count, but it's a common phenomenon that occurs when someone hasn't been getting enough sleep.  While I was a teen I used to dabble in reading tarot cards (mainly for myself), but I stopped practicing after a short while.  It wasn't that I couldn't - I grew concerned that I could...
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: housewife2k on August 09, 2008, 11:42:18 AM
So, we've recently ripped the carpet out of the younger boys room. Much to our surprise, there were beautiful hardwood floors underneath! The only thing we can figure if that the previous owners somehow thought it would be cheaper and easier to put a hideous beige burbur down instead of refinishing the floors.

Anyone who's heard me talk about my house knows a few things- One- the house is old. It was built in 1886, and there have obvoisly been some modifications, but the main body of the house is unchanged. Two- I knew when we saw it it was our home. Not our house, but home. There is a sense of love about the place that is comforting. Rarely have I felt cooped in or uncomfortable here, no matter how alone, late, or dark. Three- We are pretty sure that a spirit of the original family is here. Never bothers us, occasionally, things well be neater when we wake up then they were when we went to bed, occasionally, the house will smell like baking when I am not  cooking.

In the time since we have stripped the carpet from the boys room a few things have happened. They sleep better at night, once they are asleep. That could be xplained any number of ways. What cannot be explained is the rocking. There is, about one night a week, the sound of a rocking chair. We do not have a ricking chair in the entire house. It is never a scary rocking, never creepy, just like "Oh, she's rocking in their room again" .  The younger two don't seem to mind. Occasionally, Middleson or Toddlerson will wake up in the middle of the night, and after a few moments, we will hear "OK, you are right, bedtime" and they go back to sleep.

A few people think we should be bothered by this, and are put off when we are not. I Figure if the grandparents who have passed come to visit the kids, if the woman who used to live here wants to check in on them, isn't scaring them, and isn't doing any harm, why not.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Roe on August 09, 2008, 05:28:19 PM
Can anyone help explain this little experience to me?

We used to live in an apt, years ago, and every time I'd take a nap I was awakened by a "radio wave" kind-of sound.  (right in my ear too!)

This was a daily happening.  Even at night but by then, I was so tired that I'd fall asleep anyway.  If I tried to take a nap during the day (this was when middleson was an infant) then it would shock me awake. It usually happened when I was in that relaxed state...not really awake but not fully asleep either.

Anyone else ever had that happen to them?
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Roe on August 09, 2008, 05:34:57 PM
A few people think we should be bothered by this, and are put off when we are not. I Figure if the grandparents who have passed come to visit the kids, if the woman who used to live here wants to check in on them, isn't scaring them, and isn't doing any harm, why not.

My mom lives with (we think several) ghosts in her home but she's okay with it.  So long as she's okay with it, I suppose my siblings and I have no choice but to be okay with it too.  :)  My mom says they are "friendly."  LOL 
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: trailgrrl on August 09, 2008, 08:23:10 PM
Thank you all for sharing your stories  :)

I have a story that I don't like to think about often,  it makes me incredibly sad.   I just surprised myself when I realized it all happened 20 years ago last week.

I am a cheery, friendly, person who typically gets along well with most people.  However, I have never, even as a child made close friends easily.  I have a tough time "connecting", and it's a rare thing when I do.   I grew up in a small military town and in my early 20's was mostly hanging out with service guys whom I had become friendly with.  It was a pattern of my life as I would have friends whose families were military move in and out of my life.

I was the opposite of a service brat, I was the one that stayed when my friends mostly left.

I had met this guy who was a year older through someone else I had dated briefly, and he and I "clicked".  We'll call him "Joe". We were peas and carrots as Forrest Gump would say.  We were not dating, but were close friends,  at some point we probably would have.

The late 80's were not kind, I lost a few close relatives, and several young friends in tragic situations, car accidents,  domestic violence, alcohol abuse, Aids, and had my turns on the really bad relationship roller coaster.  Joe "got" me in a way that few people did.  We grew up in similar circumstances and had a great deal in common.

Joe died in a swimming accident 20 years ago last week.   I was distraught, couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, couldn't work, could. not. stop. crying.  My parents were out of town and my younger brother was seriously worried about me.  It was the straw that broke the camel's back and I began to wonder why I even cared anymore about anything including myself .

A few weeks after the funeral, I had a series of dreams that were incredibly vivid.  I would dream Joe and I were hanging out and talking (between shots of Curevo Gold ;D) and he would be earnestly telling my that what I was doing to myself was wrong, and he needed to know that I would be ok.  I would respond and tell him that i would be just fine if he didn't leave, and he would sadly shake his head and tell me that it was not possible, he did not have much time left with me.  He then gave me a huge hug.

I woke up and my first thought was "WHOA I gotta call Joe and tell him about this crazy dream".  Then I would remember, Joe was gone.

Next week,  another dream, similar setting, but more urgent.  I had to stop this, it wasn't helping me or him.  Joe was fine and I would be too, eventually.   Another hug, and I told him how much I missed him and didn't want him to go.  He sadly said he didn't have much more time

Third week,  another dream, different setting.   No more "hanging out", It was, well, the only way I can describe it, is how it felt, and it felt like a traveling setting, he was definitely leaving.   I was begging him not to, too many had left already, why did he have to go too?
He again assured me that I was going to fine and someday I wouldn't hardly think about him at all.  He hugged me again and said good bye.

I woke up crying.  I never had another dream about Joe.

Two months later a mutual acquaintance wandered into the restaurant I worked in and asked me if I had seen Joe? What he had been up to and was he in port?  This guy had been out of town for training and leave and had not been in touch with anyone in our circle and had no idea what had happened.  (This was the dark ages before cell phones, texting and email).  I walked him out side and filled him in on what had happened and oddly enough, did not fall apart talking about it.

That man has been my husband for what will be 17 years next month.


It's amazing how writing about it brings it all back, and I'm crying right now  :-[     However, Joe was right.  I AM fine and things DID work out, and when I'm back in hometown, if I have a few minutes to myself, I bring flowers to Joe.


Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: LadyofMaine on August 09, 2008, 10:49:57 PM
Wow Trailgrrl, what an amazing experience!


Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Shoo on August 09, 2008, 11:05:15 PM
Orbs can be caused eg. by dust or water drops reflecting the flash, like in an attic or in fog, rain, during snowfall... Sometimes smudges on the lens can also create "orbs".

I've seen live orbs zipping around my dd's bedroom! 
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Shoo on August 09, 2008, 11:07:37 PM
Can anyone help explain this little experience to me?

We used to live in an apt, years ago, and every time I'd take a nap I was awakened by a "radio wave" kind-of sound.  (right in my ear too!)

This was a daily happening.  Even at night but by then, I was so tired that I'd fall asleep anyway.  If I tried to take a nap during the day (this was when middleson was an infant) then it would shock me awake. It usually happened when I was in that relaxed state...not really awake but not fully asleep either.

Anyone else ever had that happen to them?

Yes!  Only, it wasn't an obscure sound, it was a voice yelling "Hey!" in my ear.  I woke up startled!  It's happened a few times.  Don't know who's doing it, but somebody doesn't want me to be asleep at certain times.  When it has happened, I've made it a point to sit up and wake up fully, to make sure everything is all right in my house -- no fires or burglary in progress.  Seems prudent to do so.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: trailgrrl on August 10, 2008, 01:07:34 AM
Wow Trailgrrl, what an amazing experience!


As a rule, I'm as "sensitive" as a doorknob, and don't typically remember dreams, then or now. Ouija boards scare me and I don't play with Tarot cards.  The dreams could have been a subconscious way of consoling myself, I was really a mess .

But 20 years later I still remember those dreams vividly as if I had them last night, I felt his presence in those dreams.  I've never experienced anything like that before or since.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: kisu on August 10, 2008, 05:03:01 AM
Orbs can be caused eg. by dust or water drops reflecting the flash, like in an attic or in fog, rain, during snowfall... Sometimes smudges on the lens can also create "orbs".

I've seen live orbs zipping around my dd's bedroom! 

Yeah, I was referring to orbs that weren't visible when the picture was taken, but that are visible in the picture. Moving orbs are definitely something different.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Zenith on August 10, 2008, 06:42:39 AM
I'd forgotten about this one. Not long after I was born, I was a few months old, my mother heard some music playing specifically someone playing a guitar. She had put me down for a nap earlier so went searching for the music in case it woke me up. While searching the house she heard me making happy baby noises. She opened my bedroom door and saw the rocking chair near my crib rocking with no one in it with guitar music filling the room with a very happy baby.

The stranger thing was my father, who was in another country at the time, was a semi professional musician. A guitar player to be precise, and the music Mum heard was one my father played often for practice.

Strange things like that happen around my family. ;D
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Roe on August 10, 2008, 08:25:06 AM
Wow Trailgrrl, what an amazing experience!


As a rule, I'm as "sensitive" as a doorknob, and don't typically remember dreams, then or now. Ouija boards scare me and I don't play with Tarot cards.  The dreams could have been a subconscious way of consoling myself, I was really a mess .

But 20 years later I still remember those dreams vividly as if I had them last night, I felt his presence in those dreams.  I've never experienced anything like that before or since.

I believe those aren't just dreams but visits. 

I have similar dreams about my grandfather.  It'll be 9 years this October that he passed.  Whenever I start to really miss him, with that I have to see him now feeling, I dream about him. 

My dreams are almost the same.  In them I say "Grandpa where have you been?  I've missed you!"  I give him a huge huge and say "I gotta go take care of the kids.  See you later." 

He never actually 'talks' but he does communicate with me.

Gosh, I'm really missing him again.  Oh and Trailgrrl, thanks for sharing a very personal story with us. 
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Roe on August 10, 2008, 08:27:09 AM
Can anyone help explain this little experience to me?

We used to live in an apt, years ago, and every time I'd take a nap I was awakened by a "radio wave" kind-of sound.  (right in my ear too!)

This was a daily happening.  Even at night but by then, I was so tired that I'd fall asleep anyway.  If I tried to take a nap during the day (this was when middleson was an infant) then it would shock me awake. It usually happened when I was in that relaxed state...not really awake but not fully asleep either.

Anyone else ever had that happen to them?

Yes!  Only, it wasn't an obscure sound, it was a voice yelling "Hey!" in my ear.  I woke up startled!  It's happened a few times.  Don't know who's doing it, but somebody doesn't want me to be asleep at certain times.  When it has happened, I've made it a point to sit up and wake up fully, to make sure everything is all right in my house -- no fires or burglary in progress.  Seems prudent to do so.

I used to get up to check the apt too!  This didn't stop till we switched apts.  The manager wanted to know why we want to move to another apt. (with the same layout and everything)  I made up some lie about noise at the pool or something but it was really the 'radio' sound that would spook me out.

I think having a voice yell "Hey" would be even worse! LOL
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: LadyofMaine on August 10, 2008, 09:04:45 AM
I remember when the Eddie Bauer store opened in Boston, they had the usual drawings, etc.  I filled out entries for myself and a couple other people (Rude, I know, but I was young).  A week or two later, I was at my brother's and the doorbell rang.  It was a certified letter for my brother's roommate, containing a gift certificate from the Eddie Bauer store.  A couple days later my brother got one too.

I knew in my heart I had also won.  I knew it just like I knew my name.  But it never arrived.  I went to the store to check the list of winners, but my name wasn't on it.   There definitely was some sort of problem here. ;)

A couple hours later I was at home.  The phone rang.  I had entered at a completely different store and won a gift certificate.


Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Shoo on August 10, 2008, 11:19:59 AM
Orbs can be caused eg. by dust or water drops reflecting the flash, like in an attic or in fog, rain, during snowfall... Sometimes smudges on the lens can also create "orbs".

I've seen live orbs zipping around my dd's bedroom! 

Yeah, I was referring to orbs that weren't visible when the picture was taken, but that are visible in the picture. Moving orbs are definitely something different.

Actually, what you were referring to (I believe) aren't orbs at all, but rather, dust, water, etc.  Orbs are balls of spirit energy.

ETA:  I've got a couple of photos with orbs in them.  Two photos were taken on Halloween night, years apart.  They are totally cool!  One other was taken in my living room right before Christmas.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: LadyofMaine on August 10, 2008, 11:21:23 AM
Orbs can appear in one photo, but not in photos taken immediately before or after.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: FluteOfDoom on August 10, 2008, 01:09:13 PM
I went on a ghost tour of Salem a while ago, and the tour guide would inspect everyone's pictures to help point out which were probably spirit orbs, and which ones were more likely just dust. I was the only one of my group to get one of a spirit orb - floating in the clearing where Giles Cory was pressed to death.

I thought it was pretty cool.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: bionelly on August 10, 2008, 09:40:52 PM
Orbs can be caused eg. by dust or water drops reflecting the flash, like in an attic or in fog, rain, during snowfall... Sometimes smudges on the lens can also create "orbs".

I've seen live orbs zipping around my dd's bedroom! 

My aunt showed me a video once that came from a nanny-cam she had a few years ago.  There were several orbs that came and went a few times, and at one point you can see what looks like a person floating in my cousin's bedroom window, then back out a while later.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: LadyofMaine on August 10, 2008, 10:58:11 PM
Okay, you have officially freaked me out.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: veraobsession on August 11, 2008, 03:36:00 AM
I want to see some more freaky pics. I have a few that have "orbs" in them, but I dont know if they are the real deal or just some flyin' dirt. I'll have to find them!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: SunkissableOne on August 11, 2008, 03:50:51 PM
I've had a few experiences and I may or may not have mentioned them before on this site...but I'll share them again anyways.

#1
When I was in college I lived in a sorority house that was seriously haunted.  A little background:  I went to a small school.  11 out of 60 girls in my sorority lived in the house.  It wasn't like the typical sorority house many people think of where all of the girls live.

On to the story....so my sophomore year there was an "occurance" in the house.  The two girls in the upstairs double woke up one night to see a person pacing between the closet and the door to the room.  The sisters in the room freaked out and of course screamed.  The sorority president opened up their door to see what the commotion was about and the ghost walked through her.  Another time someone saw a torso at the top of the stairs. 

When I moved into the house I lived in the upstairs double.  We had things move in our room while we were both in class with our room locked.  One time we came home from classes and found our lamp sitting in the middle of the floor, but our room had been locked.  We have had appliances turn on or off by themselves.  One time we had the TV turn on full volume in the middle of the night.

Over spring break only 3 of us were in the house.  We had a series of phone calls where nobody would answer and shrugged it off as a prank...after all...it WAS a sorority house, and prank calls were a regular thing.  We eventually got really annoyed and unplugged and the phones from the jacks.  The phones still rang!  We ended up putting them in the dryer downstairs because we were so scared.

Also, the upstairs bathroom would sometimes "lock" people in...even though there was no lock.



#2
This story is a little difficult for me, and I can't really explain it...but I'll do my best.

When I was a sophomore in college my best friend in the entire universe (BFFs since day one of kindergarten) died tragically in a horrible car accident.  We were going to go home together.  We went to separate colleges but the schools were only 10 minutes apart, so we would often ride share.

The night before we were going to leave I got horribly sick and decided to head home a day early.  BFF left as scheduled.  She was killed on the way home only 5 miles from home.  She was hit on the passenger side by a large SUV...she had a small compact car.  I saw the car and I can vouch that it didn't even look like a car.  Had I gone with her I would have definitely died.

As I'm sure you can imagine, I had a hard time dealing with her death.  I didn't eat, sleep or talk to anyone for weeks.  I went back to school and at the time had a single room.  One of my friends (a minor crush perhaps), who BFF hated, came over to check on me.  He and I talked for awhile and out of nowhere, a pic of BFF and I went flying off of a shelf.

A few weeks after that incident I was having more difficulty with her death and would cry constantly.  It was as if the pain got worse the more time I had to think about it...and it was truly an obsession for me for many months. 

One night I had a very vivid dream where BFF was walking ahead of me and turned around and said, "I'm not dead yet." and turned back around.  I get chills every time I think about it.

Her parents say they hear music from her room, or sometimes laughing.  She was a very happy person and brought a lot of happiness to many people.  She will always be missed, but she makes sure nobody will forget her.


#3
I use to work at a summer camp and one morning when I was in the main lodge setting up the days activities I heard a voice behind me say, "Don't turn around."  I knew nobody could be in there as the doors were all locked.  I turned around and there was nobody there...even though I could FEEL the breath against my ear.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: ginlyn32 on August 12, 2008, 03:14:59 PM
SunkissableOne:

#3...it was Jason from the Friday the 13th movies! *Cue Twilight Zone music* dodododododododo...

that is just spooky.

Ginger
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Gyro Widget on August 12, 2008, 06:25:06 PM
I made the mistake of reading this thread last night at work. I worked a backshift and was the only person in the building. In a building that is also haunted. With a grave yard across the street. Aren't I bright? ::)


Creeeeeepy!!!  Your stories gave me the willies!!

Just today I was speaking with one of the tradesmen at work and he asked me how I am finding my way around in this old plant (I'm new, and the old plant is like a maze... everybody gets lost, even those who have worked here for years).  I told him that everything is going great, and I only still keep getting lost down in the "catacombs" and it intimidates me a little (the old part of the plant, underground, dark and wet).   

He mentioned to me that I shouldn't go hopping around the plant when the place is nearly empty at night.  I figured he was warning me as the new young girl to watch myself in dark alleyways... however he continued "some guys have seen things down here.  I don't like being here alone at night either." 

After telling him to stop pulling my leg because he can't keep teasing the newbies, he had a serious look on his face.  He told me that guys have heard footsteps where there has been nobody around, doors opening on their own, and people have even seen the figure of the owner from 100 years ago there. 

I thanked him for scaring me blind..... I wont be going down to work in the catacombs without some of the guys with me! LOL!!!!!!

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Gyro Widget on August 12, 2008, 06:30:06 PM
Wow! I have goosebumps from reading this thread. I don't have any  real sensitivities, although I get either terrible nightmares or stuff (generally mundane) which happens later on. Never plain ol' dreams. /sigh

thank you guys for sharing!

You and me both... nightmares every night. 

Odd thing is, the only time I have a good dream (rare occurrence), I'm always picking berries of some type in the dream. 
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Roe on August 15, 2008, 09:18:08 PM
I have to bump this up.  I love hearing these stories...more please!  (hey, I said please)  ;D
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: keelhaulrose on August 15, 2008, 09:52:07 PM
I had a funny encounter with ghosts that scared the you know what out of me when it happened, but now that I've done research and such I realized that they weren't mean ghosts, they were nice ghosts.

It was in high school, and some friends and I were playing poker in a room off a friend's barn. At some point in the night I was getting frustrated at a friend who was taking too long to place his bet or fold, and I said "Will you just f-in' raise you *impolite phrase implying his mother was canine*?" I was looking at my cards, planning my move, when I hear like it's right next to me "that's not a nice name to call people."

I looked up at my friend, who had used the phrase several times, including at least once that nice and said "Well, you don't have to get cranky about it, you hypocrite."

He looked back at me and said "what?"

I said "You know you call people *name* all the time. I don't know why you have to berate me for calling you that. It was all in fun."

He looked at me like I was nuts and said "I didn't say anything."

My turn to look at him like he's nuts and say "Yes, you did. You told me that wasn't a nice name."

Another friend looked at me like I'm crazy and said "Keelhaul, he didn't say anything."

The friend whose barn it was got all excited and said that I must have heard one of the ghosts! I was skeptical at the time, and said something like yeah, right, you're pulling my chain. She told me that there were ghosts, that the barn had burned down a hundred years ago or something like that with people trapped inside, and that there was at least one ghost haunting the property. She saw him once, and he had a nasty habit of scaring the horses.

Thinking that this was still an elaborate hoax I sat back, stretched my arms and said "if you're out there, buddy, show yourself. Give me a sign you're here." As soon as the words were out of my mouth my soda tipped over and soaked all the chips in the middle of the table. Nothing else on the table was disturbed, just my soda. I swore again, but my friend said that the ghost must like me, because normally when drinks get tipped they wound up on people's laps, and mine tipped the other way.

We then went on a ghost hunting trip to another section of the barn, where two sisters were supposedly killed. My friend put a ball on the floor, and it started rocking back and forth even though there was no wind. My friend also played a tape she had made of the sister's talking. I heard one female voice say "it's cold in here" and another reply "then close the door". I never heard these voices before. My friend mentioned that they couldn't keep the drapes on the window in one room, every time they put them up they would get knocked off within a couple hours, and they had to put their clothes away immediately in a drawer because if they left them on a bed or hung them in a closet they were thrown all over the room. She claimed it was the little girls playing with them.

I didn't go to that friends house again for a while, but now that I'm totally into the Ghost Hunters and such she and I are thinking of doing an exploration of the house ourselves sometime.

Oh, and I have a "gift" too. Ever since I was little I could figure out exactly where I was and how to get where I needed to go. My mom noticed this once when I was in Orlando for the very first time. My parents were trying to find the right way to get on the freeway?expressway?whatever to get to Tampa, and they got lost. They pulled over and started looking for a map when I gave turn for turn directions. I was six. They wanted to see what would happen, so they followed my directions, and lo and behold it lead to the right road. Now, if I print out directions and try to follow them, I get lost, but I know immediately that I've gone the wrong way. It's hard to explain, it's just a feeling that I've done something wrong and need to go back and correct it. DH was once following directions from the internet when we were apartment hunting, when I (who was sleeping about ten seconds before saying this) suddenly blurted out "you want to turn left here!" He said, no, the directions say to go straight. I told him that there was no road if he went straight, and he'd have to come back and turn left. He didn't believe me... until he went straight and about a half a mile down ran into a "dead end" sign that was mostly obscured by some bushes. He got out our map, looked at it, and realized the only way to get around would be to go back to where I said to turn. He's called me "the human GPS" ever since.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: SunkissableOne on August 16, 2008, 06:23:36 AM
Wow Keelhaul!  You're story gave me chills!!!  Did you ever go back to that barn?
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: auroratudor on August 16, 2008, 09:42:57 AM
It seems there is money to be made in people who would like to see ghosts: http://www.luxist.com/2008/08/16/another-spooky-old-hospital-becomes-hot-real-estate/
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: willowz on August 16, 2008, 02:18:32 PM
I used to work in an old Catholic hospital that had parts renovated.  The floor I worked on was the older part of the building and had not yet been updated.
I worked the 3-11 shift and this ward at one time originally had been a labor and delivery and nursery unit.  It now was a female gynecology and cancer ward.   All types of cancer not just related to females or female surgeries. 

So one night I am assigned the creepy hall and I never felt happy about that hall for some reason, it was dark, it had storage rooms and many of them were locked.  But occasionally I would have patients down that hall.  The unit was set up on a cross design with the nurses station in the middle.

This one night the call bells are going from a locked room.  You would answer the bell but no one spoke and you had to physically go to the room to turn off the bell.  The room was locked and was not assigned to anything other than storage.  We had to get the janitors up to open the room to shut off the bell.

About an hour later it happened again and of course they would relock the room.  But this time I am down there and the lights are going on and off as you can see the lights from under the door shining under the crack.  I think every hair on my body stood straight up.
We had the janitors come back but this time we refused to allow them to lock the room or even shut the door.  Nothing further happened but I refused to go near that room again.


Later in a different city in a different hospital I had a patient that wasn't doing well but not so bad that they needed to be in the critical care unit.  I then worked 7p to 7a and about 5 am this woman asked me for a bath in the tub.  Typically night shift does not do the baths as we have limited staff to take on am care activities.  But this woman had so many tubes and lines it was not possible to put her in the tub, plus she wasn't strong enough to get in and out, she might have managed a shower with some taping of lines and tubes but her doc did not want her to be in the tub/shower yet.  So we managed to do a sponge bath and she kept insisting she wanted a bath in the tub. 

The next day apparently something happened and she passed away.  We come back on our shift after being off our 12 hours and about the same time of day 5ish i walk by her room which is empty and hear the tub faucet running.  I go in there and turn it off.  I ask several co-workers if they pranked me, but everyone was so busy I could see they had no time to be doing something like this plus I believed them.
That tub faucet came on for exactly 3 nights at 5 am and then just as suddenly it stopped.
I think it was my patient having her bath.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: keelhaulrose on August 16, 2008, 03:41:18 PM
Wow Keelhaul!  You're story gave me chills!!!  Did you ever go back to that barn?

I went back a couple years later, again to play poker, and the chips kept moving on their own. But that's OK, the ghost made a raise that ended very well for me  ;D
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: SunkissableOne on August 17, 2008, 09:21:10 AM
This one happened at DFs parents house.  DF and I were down visiting them and stayed for awhile to watch his 18 y/o brother for a week while they went on a cruise.  DFs parents live in a very old house that was build early 1900s.  One night DF and I were watching a movie in the sunroom and DF's brother M came running into the sunroom. He looked spooked.  He said he heard someone downstairs in the basement walking around.

DF dismissed it as the house IS old and does make weird noises.  M wouldn't drop it so DF went to the laundry room where M was when he heard the noise and they both heard what sounded like footsteps.  They both went down into the basement and didn't see anything.

The next night I went to bed.  I had just gotten all comfy and was getting ready to dose off when I got a sudden feeling of dread.  I couldnt sleep in that room.  I don't know why but I just had that strong feeling of get out now! 

DF's parents house is just plain spooky!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Roe on August 17, 2008, 12:29:56 PM
The hospital one reminded me of a story my friend told me.  She is a nurse and was my youngest son's night nurse while he was in the hospital.  (we became good friends)

She used to work at a hospital (don't remember the location) where part of a wing had to be remodeled.  The old part of the hospital was updated and transformed into a pediatric unit. 

One night, she was walking down the hall when out of the corner of her eye, she sees a nurse bending over an incubator checking on a baby.  It didn't register in her brain that there was anything unusal with this scenario so she kept walking. 

She took a few steps when she realized that the nurse was dressed in an old-fashioned nurse uniform. (white skirt/white cap/etc)

She walked back to the room only to find that there was no nurse there.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: TychaBrahe on August 17, 2008, 09:23:46 PM
When I was in high school and college, I was very into the occult.  I read Robert Anton Wilson and Colin Wilson and Ouspensky and such.  I decided to have a sceance for Halloween.  I ended up having three over a period of several years.

Now the weird thing about these sceances is that I never felt like I was getting anything.  But I had a group of people hoping to see something, so of course I need to make something up.

Sceance Number 1, high school:

Turned to one girl and said, "There is a woman behind you.  She is sort of short and dumpy.  She has black hair going to gray pulled back into a bun.  She is wearing a blue long sleeved dress and a string of pearls."  The girl says, "That sounds like my grandmother, and that is what she was buried in."

I turned to another girl and said, "There is a man behind you.  He is dressed in a formal blue suit.  He has never met you, but he knows about you."  She says, "My uncle was in the Air Force and was killed in Viet Nam.  I had been born before he died, and he'd received a letter about me, but he never got to see me."

We sort of agreed the sceance was over.

These were people I knew, but I didn't know much about them other than the fact that they went to our school.  For the first girl, her mother was a science teacher, but I didn't know that her grandmother was dead nor what she had been buried in.

Sceance Number 2, college:

I didn't even know these people.  I put up a notice and held the sceance in a room in our dorm that was available for gatherings.  The room is pretty close to a major street that runs down the east side of campus.  It had a kitchenette on one wall, and I sat with my back to it.

I did the same general thing and got two hits I don't remember, but then I turned to the girl sitting next to me and said, "There's a boy here for you.  He's about nine, Black, wearing jeans cut-off into shorts and a dirty t-shirt and sneakers, no socks."  She said she didn't know anyone like that.  I thought it was odd myself, as the girl was White and dressed very preppy.  She didn't look like the type to know a boy who dressed like he shopped in the bins the Salvation Army threw stuff away in.  But I perservered.  "He was hit by a bus out in front of your school."  No go.

The next year I was friends with a girl from Hawaii who claimed to be psychic.  She was a freshman who hadn't been at the school the previous year.  She didn't--I think--know the people who attended the sceance.  Heck, I didn't even know them.  But during our wanderings around the campus, I took her into the rec room at the dorm.  She stopped and said, "Well, now, this room's haunted."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, there's this Black kid, about ten years old in cut off jeans and a dirty t-shirt sitting on top of the refrigerator.  He says he was hit by a bus out in front of the school."

I had been sitting with my back to that fridge, not five feet from it.  The girl would have been next closest to the fridge.

Sceance Number 3, Halloween party at work:

I volunteered to run a sceance at work.  The building had been an armory in the days when the Guard kept horses.  Many people said the building was haunted, both by horses and by a police officer who had died there.  People claimed to have seen hangers start swaying in closed rooms, heard horseshoes, and one person reported seeing something spooky.  I had never had any of these experiences, despite having worked alone in the basement for many years.

We set up a table in the basement, and I started talking about how spirits can linger and so forth.  As I'm speaking the light overhead goes off and then comes back on.  We all get quiet and then I said, "And some of these spirits really want to speak to us," and the light goes off and then comes back on.

This sceance was the only one where I felt like I was disturbing something bad.  However, it is the one that I am the least sure of.  Several of the attendees were exhibit electricians, who could certainly have rigged something.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Team HoundMom on August 17, 2008, 10:15:19 PM
The hospital stories reminded me of something my stepmom told me.  She is a palliative care nurse in a recently built hospital.  One night she looked at a security camera monitor and could see an older gentleman standing in a patient's room.  She looked in the room and nobody else was there.  Back at the monitor...gentleman.  Real life...nobody.  Apparently a few apparitions have been seen in the new hospital too, it was built on land where a farmhouse used to be.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Roe on August 27, 2008, 11:25:12 AM
I've posted about the house I grew up in, it's haunted.  My mother still lives there and totally tunes out any talk of ghosts and if she sees/hears anything, she totally just ignores it.

I spoke to her last night.  Here's what happened the night before last.

She was asleep and felt someone grab her ankle and push her leg up against the bedrail (edge of the bed).  She woke up 'cause it hurt.  After making sure no one was in the room, she went back to sleep.

Yesterday morning, she wakes up and thinks she dreamt the whole thing.  Only her ankle is bruised so she knows it actually happened.

I would try to explain this event away too, only I know the history of the house.  Yeah, we tell her to move but she won't.  ::)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Bijou on August 27, 2008, 12:08:07 PM
I've posted about the house I grew up in, it's haunted.  My mother still lives there and totally tunes out any talk of ghosts and if she sees/hears anything, she totally just ignores it.

I spoke to her last night.  Here's what happened the night before last.

She was asleep and felt someone grab her ankle and push her leg up against the bedrail (edge of the bed).  She woke up 'cause it hurt.  After making sure no one was in the room, she went back to sleep.

Yesterday morning, she wakes up and thinks she dreamt the whole thing.  Only her ankle is bruised so she knows it actually happened.


I would try to explain this event away too, only I know the history of the house.  Yeah, we tell her to move but she won't.  ::)
Is it possible she somehow rammed her ankle against the bedrail in her sleep, causing a dream of someone grabbing her and causing the injury?  I wonder, too, if it could have been a muscle spasm.  Could one cause brusing I wonder?  Just hoping spooky things can't actually cause injury....{{{{{{quiver}}}}}}
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Roe on August 27, 2008, 12:22:19 PM
I've posted about the house I grew up in, it's haunted.  My mother still lives there and totally tunes out any talk of ghosts and if she sees/hears anything, she totally just ignores it.

I spoke to her last night.  Here's what happened the night before last.

She was asleep and felt someone grab her ankle and push her leg up against the bedrail (edge of the bed).  She woke up 'cause it hurt.  After making sure no one was in the room, she went back to sleep.

Yesterday morning, she wakes up and thinks she dreamt the whole thing.  Only her ankle is bruised so she knows it actually happened.


I would try to explain this event away too, only I know the history of the house.  Yeah, we tell her to move but she won't.  ::)
Is it possible she somehow rammed her ankle against the bedrail in her sleep, causing a dream of someone grabbing her and causing the injury?  I wonder, too, if it could have been a muscle spasm.  Could one cause brusing I wonder?  Just hoping spooky things can't actually cause injury....{{{{{{quiver}}}}}}

I would naturally assume something like a muscle spasm or the like. 

However, (and I forgot to post this earlier 'cause I was in a rush) right before she went to bed, she saw her curtain moving.  She ignored it like she does everything else.  And considering the history of the house...many people have seen and heard things there.  After my parents purchased a new house when I was in high school, they rented that one out to people.  Others saw things too.  After about a year, the renters would move out.

However, this is the first time that a "ghost" actually inflicted pain. (if it was indeed a ghost which we aren't sure about yet)   We're still not sure what to really think about this. (we= me and my brother)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: ShootingStar7123 on August 27, 2008, 09:11:54 PM
Hello! I'm a new member, long time reader of E-Hell and I spent two days reading this thread! I thought I'd add my few little stories.

When two of my friends and I went to stay in a haunted B&B and a haunted hotel, a few things happened...

My friend was on the phone downstairs late at night so that she wouldn't bother the other two of us who were trying to sleep. While she was down there, she heard a sound like someone jiggling the knob of the front door, like they were having trouble getting in. It happened for about a minute, then stopped. Two minutes later, it happened again, and then again 10 minutes later. While it was happening she felt really uncomfortable downstairs. She couldn't see the front door from where she was sitting, but anyone who came in would have to walk through the area where she was. No one came in. After the third time, her phone started beeping to say it had a low battery, so she had to get off. When she was back upstairs, her phone didn't appear to have a low battery anymore. She didn't connect the two events until we talked about it the next day. Also in our discussion we realized that she had never heard the screen door which both creaks and slams loudly any of the time she was downstairs, so we had to rule out someone coming up to the door and trying to get in. We never were able to explain it.

In the hotel that we stayed at on that same trip, we were wandering around taking pictures hoping for orbs or something spooky to show up. One of the stories about the hotel involved the elevator, so we hit the elevator call button and stood with our cameras prepared to take a picture of it when it opened. When it opened we all snapped our pictures, but we also all completely freaked out unexplainably. There was nothing in the elevator, but we had all felt terrified as soon as it opened and ran in different directions away from it. I know that my heart didn't slow back down to normal for about 5 minutes after. When we looked at the pictures later we didn't see anything out of the ordinary, but I thought it was the weirdest thing that we all had the same reaction to the elevator opening. I didn't want to ride it after that! We did, however, and nothing happened. We never reacted to it like that again.

Two short ones about my grandmother's house...

I played piano from about age 7 through high school, and I liked to practice at my grandmother's house when I went there after school. One day when I was about 10 or so I went to practice a new song there. When I played the song, the lights in the room would go brighter and dimmer, sort of like power surges. However, it would only do it when I played the one song. I tested it out on every other song I knew, but it would only happen on the one song. I can't remember the name of the song now, but it had something to do with the sea. My guess at the time was that it was my grandfather (who had died a year or so before) because he had been in the navy when he was young. I've never been able to explain it, and I've since forgotten the song and lost the sheet music, so I won't be able to try it again.

Not too much later, my grandmother revealed to me unexpectedly that she had heard footsteps going up her stairs at night on occasion. Her first reaction was to think it was her cat, but she knew that the cat couldn't possibly have such heavy footsteps. They sounded like human footsteps, but when she went to check, there was no one there. Apparently these footsteps would occur at the same time of night that my grandfather would normally go up to bed when he was alive. I don't know how long this went on or if it still happens. I haven't asked my grandmother about it since.

Anyways, since I enjoyed this thread so much, I wanted to share my stories in hopes that it would inspire more people to post in this thread!  :)

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Vegemite Girl on August 28, 2008, 10:25:00 PM
Mum just rang to tell me about something strange which happened a few days ago on my sister's birthday:

(BG - Sis is 20 and lives at home still. My brother and parents run a business together which operates from my parent's house. Bro and his wife and child live elsewhere. Due to various factors he usually arrives just as my parents are getting up in the morning, approximately 8am).

Mum heard my brother enter the dining room and then call her in a very urgent tone of voice. She put on her dressing gown and rushed in, to see a "kind of column of mist" (her words) sitting over/above one of the chairs. There was no open windows at the time, and no-one had boiled the jug, made toast, etc, or done anything else that could have produced steam. The chair in question was not by a window. However, the chair in question *was* the one where my paternal Grandfather would sit when he came to visit... when he was alive. If it was him it's fitting that Bro saw him, as he was the only one of us who had any kind of 'relationship' with Grandad.
 :)

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: ShootingStar7123 on August 30, 2008, 11:24:59 AM
Wow! Scary, but very cool.

I have one more, still not as good as most of these.

My two friends and I went ghost hunting on my college campus. We have three buildings that are supposed to be haunted. We were on the balcony of the main auditorium in the music building, and my friend thought she saw something run across in front of the stage. She ran out, and we followed her, even though we didn't see anything ourselves. We went back in later on (once we got brave enough to go back :) ) and were taking video, hoping that if something else happened we would catch it. We were staring at the stage the whole time and were disappointed that nothing happened. However, when we got back to my room later and looked at the video, one of my friends did see something... On either side of the stage are doorways that lead into halls that have offices and go backstage. The doors that led to them were locked on the outside. In one of the illuminated doorways, we saw a silhouette peeking around the doorframe. It was at child height, or someone crouching low. We saw what appeared to be a head, and then an arm. It turned its head and moved its arm visibly on the video, before leaving the doorway. We were pretty sure it wasn't a person, since the doors to those hallways were locked (we had tried to get in), and we don't know why anyone who had a key would be there at that time of night.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: emeraldsage85 on August 30, 2008, 01:15:45 PM
My mom said that her and my uncle saw a flying saucer one night when they were kids. They had both gotten up to use the bathroom and happened to be looking out the window. There was a silver disk hovering in the sky. After a moment it flew away.

For those of you who like ghost photos, here's a website with lots of them!

http://www.ghoststudy.com/
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Team HoundMom on August 30, 2008, 02:47:57 PM
My mom said that her and my uncle saw a flying saucer one night when they were kids. They had both gotten up to use the bathroom and happened to be looking out the window. There was a silver disk hovering in the sky. After a moment it flew away.

I saw something weird like that while walking to high school one day.  It was a sunny day with clear blue sky and way up in the sky I saw a silver cigar-shaped thing just kind of hovering there.  I kept blinking and looking away and trying to figure out if it was an airplane but it had no wings and stayed in the same place.  After about a minute or two it went whooosh and was gone.  (well not really "wooosh", it just shot forward really fast and disappeared.)  Weird.

I have never told that story to anyone.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Harriet Jones on August 30, 2008, 03:04:11 PM

I saw something weird like that while walking to high school one day.  It was a sunny day with clear blue sky and way up in the sky I saw a silver cigar-shaped thing just kind of hovering there.  I kept blinking and looking away and trying to figure out if it was an airplane but it had no wings and stayed in the same place.  After about a minute or two it went whooosh and was gone.  (well not really "wooosh", it just shot forward really fast and disappeared.)  Weird.

I have never told that story to anyone.

I've seen something similar -- a large bright oval moving slowly (horizontally) across the sky.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Lady Snowdon on August 30, 2008, 05:03:10 PM
My grandfather has always maintained that he saw a UFO while flying for PanAm Airlines, and that the control tower ordered him and two other planes to stay away from it and pretend it wasn't there.  I'll have to ask him and get the full story.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: bionelly on August 30, 2008, 06:38:08 PM
My mom said that her and my uncle saw a flying saucer one night when they were kids. They had both gotten up to use the bathroom and happened to be looking out the window. There was a silver disk hovering in the sky. After a moment it flew away.

I saw something weird like that while walking to high school one day.  It was a sunny day with clear blue sky and way up in the sky I saw a silver cigar-shaped thing just kind of hovering there.  I kept blinking and looking away and trying to figure out if it was an airplane but it had no wings and stayed in the same place.  After about a minute or two it went whooosh and was gone.  (well not really "wooosh", it just shot forward really fast and disappeared.)  Weird.

I have never told that story to anyone.

My mom, aunt and uncle saw something like that when they were kids.  They were in the backseat of the car, facing bakwards toward the rear windshield and they saw a large cigar-shaped object with red and green lights moving across the sky behind the car.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Daremoshiranahen on August 31, 2008, 07:22:29 PM
I don't have any ghost stories, and I must admit I'm pretty sceptical... And that's why few things that have happened really bother me.

It's been more than ten years since the first one. Some friends and I were going shopping by bike, and coming down a pretty steep hill. There is a crossing by its foot, and one of my friends was way ahead of the rest. I had this urge to call her to wait - I was SURE I should - but the light was green, so why couldn't she go? Hey, she wouldn't hear anyway, right?

I watched it happen like in slow motion. A driver ran the red lights and hit her. She recovered eventually, but I really blamed myself for that for a long time, and still sometimes wonder if I could've prevented it.

BG for the second: I'm not really good with people, and tend to be a bit wary at first, especially when I get certain "vibes", but this was really a unique experience...

I was very close to a longterm couple, and naturally socialised with their other friends and acquaintances. Once I met some of the husband's colleagues, including this woman. She was friendly and - well, behaved as a civilised human being. And I HATED her. I tried to be nice and simply avoid her as much as I could, because the feeling simply grew. I had never seen her before, and there was no reason whatsoever, but I was repulsed and seething. If I hadn't left early, I would've been cast not only to e-hell but a few others as well. I never said a word afterwards, even though I felt like talking to the wife, because I was so confused: usually I just dislike some people, getting my hatred takes a lot of work.

Less than six months later the husband left to start a new fabulous life with that coworker.


I have no way of explaining these, so I just go ??? .
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: NM2010 on September 03, 2008, 11:29:15 AM
This just happened to me this past weekend. Because of a long drive, I stay over my fiance's house on the weekend. They just got a dog and she sleeps in a crate overnight. Well, I agreed I would take her out when she woke up at 6 AM.

Well, at 6, she goes "yip yip yip", then stops. I start to get up, so I am fully awake, but then I hear a man's voice say "You're a good girl". Not perfectly clear, but a bit muffled since the bedroom door is shut and I am just above where her crate is in the house. Then I hear the kitchen chair move. I think "yay, fiance's dad is home (he works nights), I don't have to take her out"!

However, I don't hear anything after that, not even her barking or playing like she is getting ready to go outside, so I open the bedroom door and it's pitch black in the house, no one else is up. So I go down to take her out praying I don't see anything. For as much as I believe in ghosts, I don't want to see one just yet :)

We think it was his grandfather since that's the only male that would bother visiting them :)

Also to add to the story, after we told his parents what I heard, his dad says that he thinks someone was watching him on his way home (about 7AM same day) since there was some type of accident right in front of him with a truck and it hitting a girl on a bike (she was ok). I didn't get the whole story, but the jist of it is something told him not to go at that moment, if he did, he would have been in the accident too. So maybe Nono was making his rounds that day :)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Vegemite Girl on September 09, 2008, 11:21:54 PM
This is something odd that happened this morning. I am not convinced it was a 100% 'paranormal' experience, because I have a bad cold and am feeling yucky, plus I got little sleep last night. I have had no fever and did not take any drugs, even OTC stuff. That said:

I woke up at about 5:30am and was dozing (facing away from DH towards my bedside table and the wall) when I heard a voice say "Oi!" I opened my eyes and saw a large black shape bending down towards me. In a fraction of a split second I thought, 'Huh, the kids must have jumped into bed with me or something, and DH is watching us'. But I just as quickly realised that the shape was taller than he was and standing in a position which left much of it's lower 'body' inside the wall... I blinked and it disappeared.

Funniest thing was that I wasn't freaked out or anything, which I thought I would be. I happily went back to sleep.  :)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: katcheya on September 10, 2008, 08:22:45 AM
I can't say for sure if it was an apparition or not, but it was rather bizare.

I was in high school when it happened.  My then b/f (TBF) and I had gone to watch a movie, and were walking up Whitewood Avenue, intending to meet up with his parents, and they would then give me a ride home.

We were just strolling, talking about the movie we'd just seen (Saving Private Ryan) and both noticed what looked like an elderly lady, very thin, dressed all in black (think widow), standing about a block in front of us.  She was standing with her profile to us and appeared to be "talking" to a black cat sitting in front of her. 

TBF and I keep talking, glanced at eachother, then looked back.  The old woman and the cat had disappeared.  There were no doorways they could have gone in (all shops on that street, and it was after closing time,) no alley they could have gone down.  They couldn't have crossed the street, we would have seen them still.  There are a number of streetlight down that avenue, so they didn't wander into the dark.  They just vanished.

Our conversation died down, and TBF asked me if I'd seen her.  I said yes.  He asked me where she went.  I said I had no idea.  It definitely made us go hmm.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: LadyofMaine on September 10, 2008, 12:43:26 PM
When I'm at my mom's house, I always sleep with the fan running, so I don't hear the voices.  I know they're not in my head because I don't hear them at home.

The house is only 7 years old and she's the original owner/occupant.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Morrigan on September 10, 2008, 04:40:14 PM
My grandfather has always maintained that he saw a UFO while flying for PanAm Airlines, and that the control tower ordered him and two other planes to stay away from it and pretend it wasn't there.  I'll have to ask him and get the full story.

When my mother was a kid (more than 40 years ago), she and a bunch of other kids saw a giant UFO fly low (right above the treetops) over the house.  She says that it was so big, that it blotted out the whole sky.  After it left, the whole town was talkinga bout it...
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: 2littlemonkeys on September 11, 2008, 02:37:20 PM

I also have deja vu but like other PPs, it's pretty mundane, nothing earth shattering.  Just a sense that I've been there, done that.  I also do this weird thing with songs.  A song I haven't heard in years will pop into my head and then I'll hear it in a totally random place within a few days.  (like, if it were an obscure 80s song, I'll hear it over the PA system at a store.)


Okay, I'm quoting myself and I know that's probably tacky but I just had to share because it JUST happened again.

I listen to the Got Radio online and while I was waiting for the site to load just now.  I started singing "Psycho Killer" by the Talking Heads to myself.  It just sort of popped into my head.  I even thought to myself "Heh, I bet I hear THAT song in the next 30 minutes."  It IS an 80s retro station, so it's not THAT obscure but the play lists are pretty expansive.

Three guesses to which song was first once the site loaded?  The first two don't count.   ;)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: sooverit on September 11, 2008, 02:48:40 PM

I also have deja vu but like other PPs, it's pretty mundane, nothing earth shattering.  Just a sense that I've been there, done that.  I also do this weird thing with songs.  A song I haven't heard in years will pop into my head and then I'll hear it in a totally random place within a few days.  (like, if it were an obscure 80s song, I'll hear it over the PA system at a store.)


Okay, I'm quoting myself and I know that's probably tacky but I just had to share because it JUST happened again.

I listen to the Got Radio online and while I was waiting for the site to load just now.  I started singing "Psycho Killer" by the Talking Heads to myself.  It just sort of popped into my head.  I even thought to myself "Heh, I bet I hear THAT song in the next 30 minutes."  It IS an 80s retro station, so it's not THAT obscure but the play lists are pretty expansive.

Three guesses to which song was first once the site loaded?  The first two don't count.   ;)

That song has been stuck in my head for DAYS!!!!!!!!!!    :o

I haven't heard it in forever either!  WEIRD. 
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: CrayonOutlines on September 11, 2008, 07:08:53 PM
"Psycho Killer"

Qu'est-ce que c'est?


 :P

I think that EVERY time someone says the phrase, "Psycho killer."

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: stargazer on September 12, 2008, 12:13:08 PM
This just happened to me, and is probably along the lines of thinking of a song and then hearing it.

I was just looking through the board and noticed that there were a couple of posters that had a very similar username as me.  I think we have a Skygazer, and Stargazergirl, and a few others.  I thought it was interesing none of us had gotten mixed up yet.  I opened up the next thread after having that thought, and within the first couple of posts, sure enough a poster had gotten the OP and me mixed up (combined my situation with hers).  Somone corrected her soon after, but I just kind of sat back and thought that was interesting at the timing.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: TychaBrahe on September 19, 2008, 05:32:59 PM
Here's one that just happened.

If you're in the US (and maybe Canada), you probably heard about the Metrolink crash in Southern California last week.  Well one of the guys who died in the crash was named Chuck Peck.  Chuck didn't normally ride that train, but he took an early train because he had a job interview at Van Nuys airport. 

However, that evening, his cell phone placed 35 calls to his family and fiancee.  When they answered, they heard only static.  When they called back, the calls did not go to voice mail.  They seemed to be picked up, but again, the people heard only static.  When they hung up, Chuck's phone would call back within a minute.  The family called 911 repeatedly to inform the police that Chuck might be trapped and was calling for help.

The calls stopped at 3:28 AM.  Chuck's body was recovered about an hour later.  Coroner's officials have told the family that Chuck died instantly in the crash.  The body showed no signs that it could have lived long enough to place any calls.

The cell phone was not recovered at the accident site.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Vegemite Girl on September 19, 2008, 09:58:07 PM
Here's one that just happened.

If you're in the US (and maybe Canada), you probably heard about the Metrolink crash in Southern California last week.  Well one of the guys who died in the crash was named Chuck Peck.  Chuck didn't normally ride that train, but he took an early train because he had a job interview at Van Nuys airport. 

However, that evening, his cell phone placed 35 calls to his family and fiancee.  When they answered, they heard only static.  When they called back, the calls did not go to voice mail.  They seemed to be picked up, but again, the people heard only static.  When they hung up, Chuck's phone would call back within a minute.  The family called 911 repeatedly to inform the police that Chuck might be trapped and was calling for help.

The calls stopped at 3:28 AM.  Chuck's body was recovered about an hour later.  Coroner's officials have told the family that Chuck died instantly in the crash.  The body showed no signs that it could have lived long enough to place any calls.

The cell phone was not recovered at the accident site.

That reminds me of a book I once read - I can't remember the title or the author, but it was the same guy who wrote Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy - where a guy dies and attempts to connect via the phone, but all anyone one the other end can hear is a kind of light, high pitched whistle...
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Yarnspinner on September 19, 2008, 11:35:07 PM
Here's one that just happened.

If you're in the US (and maybe Canada), you probably heard about the Metrolink crash in Southern California last week.  Well one of the guys who died in the crash was named Chuck Peck.  Chuck didn't normally ride that train, but he took an early train because he had a job interview at Van Nuys airport. 

However, that evening, his cell phone placed 35 calls to his family and fiancee.  When they answered, they heard only static.  When they called back, the calls did not go to voice mail.  They seemed to be picked up, but again, the people heard only static.  When they hung up, Chuck's phone would call back within a minute.  The family called 911 repeatedly to inform the police that Chuck might be trapped and was calling for help.

The calls stopped at 3:28 AM.  Chuck's body was recovered about an hour later.  Coroner's officials have told the family that Chuck died instantly in the crash.  The body showed no signs that it could have lived long enough to place any calls.

The cell phone was not recovered at the accident site.

That reminds me of a book I once read - I can't remember the title or the author, but it was the same guy who wrote Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy - where a guy dies and attempts to connect via the phone, but all anyone one the other end can hear is a kind of light, high pitched whistle...

Just finished reading a short story in Fantasy and Science Fiction Magazine in which a woman gets a call placed from her husband.  Trouble is, he's been dead several days and the family just got back from the funeral.  When she tries to star 69 the call, she gets a phone ad selling subscriptions to the NY Times.  Story by Stephen King.....
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Post by: TychaBrahe on September 20, 2008, 12:55:39 AM
That reminds me of a book I once read - I can't remember the title or the author, but it was the same guy who wrote Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy - where a guy dies and attempts to connect via the phone, but all anyone one the other end can hear is a kind of light, high pitched whistle...

Douglas Adams.  I think it was The Long Dark Tea Time of the Soul, but it might have been Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency.  I haven't re-read either in far too long.
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Post by: Vegemite Girl on September 20, 2008, 01:36:42 AM
That reminds me of a book I once read - I can't remember the title or the author, but it was the same guy who wrote Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy - where a guy dies and attempts to connect via the phone, but all anyone one the other end can hear is a kind of light, high pitched whistle...

Douglas Adams.  I think it was The Long Dark Tea Time of the Soul, but it might have been Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency.  I haven't re-read either in far too long.

That's it! I had both in one volume so it could have been either.
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Post by: Tabris on October 10, 2008, 07:55:50 AM
This story over at my weblog today: I'm calling it an accidental miracle, and my mother says this story always creeps her out.

But basically, if you ever get irritated by my presence on this board, you have a little old man to thank for it. (http://philangelus.wordpress.com/2008/10/10/an-accidental-miracle-rain/) I'm not saying he saved my life, only that he enabled my mom and me to save my own.

The previous day's entry, "An accidental miracle," is about an answered prayer from my mom's family in desperate financial straits. There's some religion involved in both stories, but the one I linked to not as much as the previous day's entry.

Enjoy!
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Post by: DottyG on October 10, 2008, 09:36:56 AM
if you ever get irritated by my presence on this board

Irritated by the presence of Tabris......I'm sorry, but those words don't compute in that sentence.  That phrase doesn't make any sense.  Maybe I need translation, because I can't comprehend such a thing. :)

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Post by: zoidberg on October 14, 2008, 10:18:22 AM
if you ever get irritated by my presence on this board

Irritated by the presence of Tabris......I'm sorry, but those words don't compute in that sentence.  That phrase doesn't make any sense.  Maybe I need translation, because I can't comprehend such a thing. :)


PODitty POD POD to that! There are rarely posts I enjoy more than yours, Tabris. Even though (or maybe even because?) I'm sure we are very different kinds of people, I love your take on life.
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Post by: DottyG on October 28, 2008, 05:16:16 PM
Figured this was a good week to bring this thread up!  Our newbies need to read it - and we need some new stories in it!

Come on, everyone - UPDATE us!!!

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Post by: hot_shaker on October 28, 2008, 06:11:28 PM
Figured this was a good week to bring this thread up!  Our newbies need to read it - and we need some new stories in it!

Come on, everyone - UPDATE us!!!



Yes, please!  I could use some seasonal scares.  ;D
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Post by: DottyG on October 28, 2008, 06:23:54 PM
Darn!  I thought you were giving us a story, hs!

Ok, just for making me eagerly click on the thread thinking there was a good story, you owe me one!  Come on.  Out with it!

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Post by: hot_shaker on October 28, 2008, 06:43:14 PM
Darn!  I thought you were giving us a story, hs!

Ok, just for making me eagerly click on the thread thinking there was a good story, you owe me one!  Come on.  Out with it!



Sadly, I've never had a single spooky experience.  :( Not one creepy shadow, not one freaky occurrence.  Which is why I come here.  :D
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Post by: Kiara on October 28, 2008, 07:24:15 PM
I have three...one semi-creepy, one kinda interesting, and one sweet.

Sweet one first.  When I was in college, I came home after freshman year and we had to put my childhood dog to sleep.  We'd had her since I was 2, and we all loved her very much, but she'd had a stroke, barely recognized us or the house where she'd lived for 17 years, and we all knew it was time.  We went to the vet, where she DID remember me at the last moment (I'd taught her to lick my face when I said 'Give me a kiss' and she did!) and we all went home very upset.  That night we were all laying in bed, and ALL OF US heard her nails clicking on our tile floor in the foyer.  Just that night.  We think she was coming back once to say goodbye.

Kinda interesting one: I volunteered at a 18th century tavern as my summer job in college.  It was a tavern at a ferry, then was turned into an almshouse in the 19th century.  It was a basement and two floors, with the second floor being offices.  We were closed Mondays, and I was up in the house by myself working on creating a database of our archeology papers.  I knew I was alone, because I'd relocked the door and reset the master alarm once I was inside.  The office I was in was on top of the main hall from the tavern.  I was working and suddenly heard muffled voices from downstairs.  I couldn't make out what they were saying...it was at least two men, maybe more.  I went downstairs to the main floor and looked around...no one.  Went back upstairs and after about 20 minutes, heard it again.  I actually said out loud "Don't let me bother you...I'm just here working!"  Don't know if it made a difference, but *I* felt better!  We also had some really bad cold spots in the cellar there. 

And finally, the semi-creepy.  My mom and I went to Scotland the summer before my senior year in college.  I'd done a ton of reading on Mary Queen of Scots, so I was very excited to go to the Holyroodhouse.  While she was there, her servant David Rizzio was yanked out from a supper room in her chambers, dragged into her bedroom, and stabbed to death by her husband, who was jealous of how much Mary liked the servant.  We got to the palace, walked around, and the supper room is one of the last places of the tour.  We looked in and both shivered.  The way it was set up, you see her bedroom, the supper room, and then there's like a gallery area.  In the gallery area is where Rizzio finally died.  We looked at the exhibits, then saw the plaque marking the death spot.  The bloodstain is still there...they can't get it out.  My mom and I looked at it, then looked at each other, then RAN out of there and down the stairs to the outside.  I...it was the most creeped out I'd ever felt in my life.  Like something was there watching us.  My mom said she'd felt the same thing.
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Post by: bluesee on October 29, 2008, 04:57:20 AM
Oooh...after reading this entire thread, I have to say I'm glad I'm not the only one with a thing about mirrors.

There's a movie called "Mirrors" with Kiefer Sutherland that looks really creepy - has anyone seen it?
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Post by: iradney on October 29, 2008, 08:50:22 AM
I can't say I've had any "overt" paranormal experiences. When I was younger, though, a few times I would wake up and see a dark figure at the foot of my bed. Not the same height or build as either of my parents. I vaguely remember being somewhat scared, but I haven't seen it for years, and I've probably blocked it out.

At the old offices of *current job*, I would constantly see people walking past in the corner of my eye. When I turned to see who it was, they were gone. I found out later that a robber was shot dead by a security guard on that floor, so I'm not sure if the two are related.

I'm not particularly afraid of the dark - I'm more afraid when there's enough light to see the dark by. A few times, at my parents' "new" house (i.e. not the one I grew up in, with the figure at the bed), I would get up to grab a glass of water in the wee hours. I was always convinced there were little THINGS that were skittering around the house. I actually caught a glimpse one night - about 3 feet tall, gnarled and weird looking. I started keeping a bottle of water next to my bed after that!

I've also experienced the "song" thing. I'll be walking through a mall, and I'll think of a song, and start playing it in my head. About 20 minutes later, I'll walk into a store, and it's playing over the radio - and sometimes it's OLD songs!

De ja vu? Same here. Not every single time. But many's the time I've had a conversation, or done something, and I'll kind of "jerk" up and realise "hang on...I've DONE/SAID this before..."
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Post by: zoidberg on October 29, 2008, 10:00:26 AM
I just went back to see which stories I'd posted and saw that I didn't post my freakiest childhood "ghost" story.

So, here goes: The reason why I'm deathly afraid of dolls.

When I was about five years old, I had a lot of toys but only two dolls. I didn't really play with dolls much. Of the two dolls, one was the kind of doll that closes it's eyes when you lay it down. I really, really didn't like that doll. So, whenever I was cross about something, I'd take it out on the doll - punishing it when it had been "bad".

So after another such punishment (I had put the doll in timeout), I went over to the corner where the doll lay on the floor. I had just bent over it to pick it up, when suddenly the dolls eyes flew open! To this day I don't know if I imagined it (I had a vivid imagination as a child) or if something in the mechanics of the doll was screwed up or what ever.

I just know that I never played with that doll again and hid it in my cupboard. My mother would come across it while cleaning up sometimes and put it back in my room until I hid it again. I never told my mother that the doll scared me because I felt so guilty about "being mean" to the doll. I only told her about it recently and we had a good laugh about it.

But to this day, I really really hate dolls. They freak me out in the worst way. And I can't be the only one, otherwise there wouldn't be so much dolls in horror movies. I only hope that my future children won't want to play with dolls. I don't think I could handle having them in my house. At night. In the dark. Doing things when no one's looking. GAH!  :-\

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Post by: ginlyn32 on October 29, 2008, 12:50:15 PM
I just went back to see which stories I'd posted and saw that I didn't post my freakiest childhood "ghost" story.

So, here goes: The reason why I'm deathly afraid of dolls.

When I was about five years old, I had a lot of toys but only two dolls. I didn't really play with dolls much. Of the two dolls, one was the kind of doll that closes it's eyes when you lay it down. I really, really didn't like that doll. So, whenever I was cross about something, I'd take it out on the doll - punishing it when it had been "bad".

So after another such punishment (I had put the doll in timeout), I went over to the corner where the doll lay on the floor. I had just bent over it to pick it up, when suddenly the dolls eyes flew open! To this day I don't know if I imagined it (I had a vivid imagination as a child) or if something in the mechanics of the doll was screwed up or what ever.

I just know that I never played with that doll again and hid it in my cupboard. My mother would come across it while cleaning up sometimes and put it back in my room until I hid it again. I never told my mother that the doll scared me because I felt so guilty about "being mean" to the doll. I only told her about it recently and we had a good laugh about it.

But to this day, I really really hate dolls. They freak me out in the worst way. And I can't be the only one, otherwise there wouldn't be so much dolls in horror movies. I only hope that my future children won't want to play with dolls. I don't think I could handle having them in my house. At night. In the dark. Doing things when no one's looking. GAH!  :-\



DOn't feel too bad Nischi.

When I was in 5th grade, the Cabbage Patch Dolls were all the rage...and I got one for Christmas.

Anyway, one of my friends told me that she "read" a story about a doll that came to life and strangled the little girl. So I took all my dolls, including my Cabbage Patch doll and locked them in my chest that I had.

I say "read" because the friend told me the story was in The National Enquiror.

Ginger
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Post by: LadyofMaine on October 29, 2008, 01:01:02 PM
One of my neighbors (age 11) was telling me how she had a doll that one of her mother's clients gave her (mom is a home health aide).   She was telling me how the doll was in the hallway and the door flew open in the middle of the night.  She was just rambling on and on about that doll and how it made the door open.  Yesterday was trash day and she ran out as the trash truck came and she threw that doll in the back of the truck.

I have a sports bottle I keep in a cabinet.  This morning I found the bottle in the middle of the kitchen floor.  How did it get there?

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Post by: mbt on October 29, 2008, 01:01:59 PM
My first experience with paranormal oddity happened when I was four, at my grandmother's winter home in the country.  It was a large renovated farm house that had eight bedrooms on the second floor with one bath.  One walked up the stairs and there was a bedroom on either side of the hall with a bathroom in the middle.  The rest of the upstairs was all bedrooms with an entrance to the attic at the very end of the hall.

When we stayed at my grandmother's I almost always was placed in what was referred to as "the yellow room".  Basically because it was yellow.  It stood to the right of the bathroom and had an excellent view of the stairs.  The closet was one of those deep closets with drawers in it and there was an extra door that led into a store room.  Now, when I say "room", I mean the former servants quarters that had been abandoned for storage.  The "help" had apartments in the renovated barn.  There six rooms and a bathroom in the storage area, all of which sat full of "stuff".  Stuff that moved. By itself.  

I can remember lying in bed and I would hear stuff moving around in there.  Boxes being dropped and pushed.  The toilet would flush.  Had there still been an entrance from the kitchen up to it on the other side, one might have chalked it up to the help but the stairs had been taken out, leaving no way to get into that area but through my room.  

There was one particular night that I was put to bed and I can remember Laurie, one of my grandmother's maids bringing some stuff up the stairs to put away.  She rounded the staircase and went down the hall.  Soon after that, the door to that store room opened up and somebody walked through my room.  I was four so i didn't quite understand what I saw, it was a human form, it was a shadow because when it walked out into the hallway and down the stairs there was actually light on it.  I can remember it clearly to this day.

I got out of bed and went in search of Laurie, who I found way down at the other end of the hall.  Then I can remember being scared, I think I thought it was her.  But she and I were the only two people up there at that point.  Of course she put me back to bed, ignoring my complaints that somebody walked through my room.

Over the next few years, well until I was ten, this played out on a regular basis every time I was at my grandmothers house.  Added to it was the closet door opening and closing on its own.  

There was a lot about that house that was creepy...the bathroom, while pink and cheery, was extremely unnerving.  You always got the feeling of being watched in there.  When I got old enough, I demanded a change of venue, lol, I asked to sleep in another room and seriously, I never stepped foot in that yellow room again.  But the other room wasn't without its weirdness.  

The "green room", or the "portico room" as it was often called, I don't know why, old rich people just like to name their rooms for some odd reason, had a large built in set of shelves.  Nothing would stay on these shelves.  You'd put stuff up there and it would fall off.  The closet beside the shelves creeped me out too.  I'd have nightmares about it and that there was a room behind it, a room with two windows, one that faced west, the other that faced north and you could see the sun set.  I'm not sure why these dreams scared me, but they did.  

Years later, my grandmother sold this house to a bigwig from a major soup company.  His wife and my grandmother were old friends so, of course, when I went to stay at Gram's during my teen years, there were visits back to the manse.  It was on one of these visits I found out some odd stuff...after the big move the new people's granddaughter had found some dolls in the attic.  My grandmother HAD left some toys behind up there, nothing of value, nothing major, just stuff she knew the new owner's grandchildren would find of interest.  These dolls were far different - dresden china with original clothing.  Nobody knows where they came from.  The owner took them in and had them appraised - they were originals from some time in the late 1800's.  They were creeped out by them and tried to give them to my grandmother, who, in turn, didn't want them, she said they weren't hers, she had no clue where they'd come from.  The owner's wife and my grandmother ended up having them auctioned off and they gave the money to charity.  

The other weird thing is that they decided to renovate the upstairs.  Behind that closet in the green room they found another room - a room that had there not been new siding on the house, would have had two windows facing west and north.  The room was empty save a chair and old lace curtains.  They actually took pictures of it.  I can remember them very clearly.  It looked exactly as I'd dreamed it.  In the end they knocked out that wall with the shelves and completely reworked the room to where the closet now sits where the bathroom once was and the room has been opened up into that secret room.  It looked very pretty but the owner didn't like the room, he said it made him very uncomfortable to be in that room and none of their dogs would go in there.  I have no clue what that room was or why it was there but opening it up seemed to have an odd affect on people.   ???

So that was my first set of experiences, through 4 to roughly 13 or 14...it was all 'downhill' paranormal from there!!  ;D  some day when my fingers aren't tired and I have more time, I'll tell ya'll about Cindy's house...THAT was an experience I will not soon forget...
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Post by: LyanneB1 on October 29, 2008, 01:12:25 PM
Every house I've lived in till this one had been an older house.  And I've always seen cats (that were'n't there) out of the corners of my eyes.  Till this house which was brand new last year.  The funniest thing is, we've now got our second cat here 'cause our old cat died.  So if I were seeing ghost cats, I'd have expected to see 'Tini.
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Post by: look in the tunk on October 29, 2008, 01:23:09 PM
My mom was an Army brat so she grew up all over the world. Once she was living in a house in Kentucky while my grandfather was away. My mom and grandma were watching TV one night, when they heard (very distinctly) a baby crying. They turned off the TV and investigated. (They both *love* scary stuff so the thought of living with a ghost didn't phase them at all). They found nothing, but when they sat back down the baby cried again. They didn't hear it again and later found out from neighbors that a baby had died in the house.

Two weeks later when my grandfather came home they told him about the baby. He didn't believe them... and right then the baby cried.
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Post by: lady_disdain on October 29, 2008, 01:35:21 PM
I once lived in a house that was odd. At least, that is the best description I have. Personally, I never really saw anything, but I would get the creeps there. I hated being alone in some rooms, specially the computer room. I would turn on more lights than necessary, even though I love the dark. There was the ocasional shadow in the corner of the eye thing. My mother also thought the house was strange, but she claims she never saw anything out of the ordinary. But she doesn't like to talk about it either.

Strange things would happen. Things would disappear, but that was always blamed on being misplaced or moved by someone. Even when no one knew the item existed (a present I bought for my mother). Ocasionally, there would be cold spots in certain rooms. Our dog was a strictly indoor dog and we were very careful not to let him out when we were leaving the house. Doggy would sit by the glass door watching us leave, always. If he hadn't been there, we would be worried and look for him. The door was always locked when we left. One day, we come home and doggy is waiting by the gate, very happy to greet us 30 seconds sooner. The kitchen door was still locked, there was no one else around. How did he get out? There was no other way other than the door.

My sister is the one with the actual ghost stories there. She never tolds us anything while we were living there, but one day, a few years later, we were talking about that house and she asked us if we knew it was haunted. She would see shadows moving. Not out of the corner of the eye but straight on. She was surprised we had never seen them, they were daily occurances for her. She heard voices. Her name was called.

While we lived there, she also developed a nasty streak (pinching, stealing things, telling lies) that she didn't have before or after. Of course, I didn't realise that at the time, but it is quite clear now.

I am glad to be out of that house.
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Post by: DottyG on October 29, 2008, 03:45:25 PM
mbt, are your fingers rested up now?  Huh? Huh? Are they?!  Post more now! :D

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Post by: Kiara on October 29, 2008, 03:50:54 PM
Psst!  Dotty!  Don't know if you saw this, but it might help tide you over....

http://www.etiquettehell.com/smf/index.php?topic=45075.0 (http://www.etiquettehell.com/smf/index.php?topic=45075.0)

 ;D
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Post by: Wulfie on October 29, 2008, 05:14:53 PM
Here are some of the many, many stories from where I work. 

Background: The place I work consists of multiple buildings built into the cliffside. It is 9 acres and is over 100 years old.

One of the buildings used to have a second floor to it. The second floor was a dime-a-dance dance hall. Years ago this floor was removed but if you look up you will sometimes see people still dancing in mid air.

There used to be a barber with her shop off the landing down one of the staircases. She was a larger woman (over 300 lbs) but had a wonderful singing voice.  She would regularly sing her clients to sleep and pick their pockets. One day the floor collapsed under her weight and she was found dead.  Her body half way though to the next floor.  Her arms were right at pocket level.  Many times when you go down the stairs your wallet will pop out of your pocket or your purse will fall open.  (I have had this happen twice to me!)

The ghost of a young boy likes to play on one of the levels of shops. Until a couple of weeks ago there was a bead shop that a lot of the mischief was centered at (they got fed up and moved  to another shop front further down the hall) They would have strings of beads moved around the shop while it was closed for the night. They remodeled and opened up a wall that had never been opened up before. Inside beads, coins, tickets, and other small items were found. Some of the coins were from the same year!  It is believed he may have been one of the stable boys who had died there years ago during an outbreak of disease.

Chief Seattle (who Seattle was named after) had a daughter who used to live nearby.   She is seen frequently shopping at the different  stores. Neat trick for someone who passed many years before!

The whole place was originally built so that you could ride your horse down to lower levels and still shop. You will sometimes still hear the clomping of hooves on the ramps.

I have been nearly run over by children running up the ramp from one of the lower levels, at 5 in the morning when only staff keys will access the levels. You turn around and the kids are not there. There are solid roll up gates at the top of the ramp that are LOUD and you would have been able to hear them if they were rolled up.

There is a restaurant/bar location that was a funeral home at one time. No restaurant has been able to stay open there even though restaurants on either side of the building do booming business. At one time Dr Linda Hazard was in practice in the area. She had a “cure” where she basically starved people to death. This is the funeral home the bodies where taken to. It is believed that her victims don’t want to see people happy and eating when they suffered so badly at the hands of this doctor.  Currently the space is leased out but not open. When the state came in for an inspection. A large plate went flying off the bar and crashed into the wall behind the inspector. Glasses shattered on the bar.  The inspector and the manager left FAST and have never returned.  Rent is still paid every month.  It is kind of funny however that the basement, that used to be the embalming room,  houses a really good Irish restaurant that does booming business.


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Post by: Julia S on October 30, 2008, 09:15:25 AM
One of Avalonia's stories (page 8, post #110), the one about the porcelain doll, reminded me of a similar story I read on one of my other forums. It was posted last August:

Haunted Bedroom??

I live with my parents and have inhabited my current bedroom for about 11 years. About 7 or 8 years ago family members began giving me porcelin dolls for birthdays, christmas etc. I was never mad about them but displayed them on a shelf on the wall beside my window. I don't remember exactly when but I noticed that occasionally one of the dolls would be turned face to the wall or other times she would be on the ground (always the same doll). After this had happened a few times and I had ascertained that nobody was moving her I got slightly freaked and gave the dolls away. Years later I redecorated and put a bookshelf on that wall. Since 1999 I've been collecting prune dolls from Germany and have displayed them in various places in my room. This past December I gained two new dolls one of which is a girl holding a basket of pretzels. Over the last three months the doll has begun to face the bookshelf (ie the wall the old doll used to face). I've repositioned her numerous times but she always ends up facing the same way. I'm curious to know what's causing this. I've never actually seen her move but all the same she still faces the wall.


And my own story:

About three years ago my SO and I were going on holiday in Wales. Our friend, let's call him John, had a holiday home there that he was planning to sell and gave us the key. The plan was to visit other friends who lived in a seaside town for five or six days and then go to John's holiday home for about a week, then return home. The seaside town was great, our friends' home is part of an old hotel and they have lots and lots and lots of books, so I didn't really mind all the rain.  :D
Then we traveled to the holiday home. It was a lovely old cottage with a kitchen, a normal sized living room and a conservatory on the ground floor. The stairs (with a storage space underneath, no door, just a curtain) led from the living room to the first floor, where there were two bedrooms and a bathroom.
It was raining the whole time we were there, so we decided to have a couple of lazy days and we spent most of the time in the conservatory. In the conservatory was a jar with seagreen glass pebbles. There were photographs in the living room of John's (grownup) children and their mother, let's call her Marge. SO and I knew the children, but had never met Marge. She and John had split several years earlier (his fault) and she had moved into the cottage and died a year before our stay. We don't know if she died in the cottage or in a hospital (she was ill).

I had some trouble sleeping the first night, which I blamed on seeing a VERY large spider in the bedroom that day. SO caught it and put it outside, but we always sleep with the windows open, so I was scared it would come back (and attack me  ::)).
The second night, I couldn't sleep at all. I tossed and turned for ages and was really uncomfortable, until, at around 5am, I heard a loud thud, as if something fell down the stairs. I freaked out and woke SO. We went to investigate, me with a truncheon-sized maglite, him with a hunting knife. We didn't see or hear anything on the first floor, so we went downstairs, thinking the ironing board in the cupboard-under-the-stairs had fallen over again, as it had when I was looking for a board game. It hadn't, so we went around the cottage, turning all the lights on and checking outside. All the windows and doors were locked (except for the bedroom window), so it couldn't have been a stray cat and we had seen no evidence of rats. Besides, the sound I heard was way too loud for a rat and it was definately coming from inside the house.
We went back to bed and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep. The next morning, my SO told me he couldn't sleep after that and felt really uncomfortable. Also, before I woke him at 5am, he dreamed that Marge told him to tell John to visit the cottage one more time before he sold it. SO didn't tell me, because I was scared enough as it was...

We packed our things and before we left, SO felt he had to take one of the glass pebbles from the jar in the conservatory. We went back to our friends in the seaside town and spent the rest of our holiday with them. We're both pretty sceptical, but our friends are spiritual people, so we told them our story. They were convinced it was Marge.

Because it creeped us out so much, we never told John or his children. SO carried the glass pebble in his pocket, until he lost it on our holiday in Scotland the following year.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: 2littlemonkeys on October 30, 2008, 11:00:57 AM
Speaking of haunted dolls, has anyone had the chance to see this little guy in Key West?

http://www.hauntedamericatours.com/hauntedstates/hauntedflorida/hauntedkeywest/

DH and I took a ghost tour down there a few years ago and the tour guide spoke about this doll and we walked by the home he originally occupied.  The guide went on to say that he's moved from one museum to another that's closer to Mallory Square (big tourist spot).  But he's supposed to be in a glass case.  The day after the tour, Dh and I were wandering around the square and saw this creeeeeepy doll peeking out of a window.  The logical side of me wants to say it's just a replica to give the tourists a thrill.  We didn't go into the museum to find out.  In fact, I'm not even sure that building WAS the museum but I didn't confirm it either.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: zoidberg on October 30, 2008, 01:55:02 PM
Speaking of haunted dolls, has anyone had the chance to see this little guy in Key West?

http://www.hauntedamericatours.com/hauntedstates/hauntedflorida/hauntedkeywest/

DH and I took a ghost tour down there a few years ago and the tour guide spoke about this doll and we walked by the home he originally occupied.  The guide went on to say that he's moved from one museum to another that's closer to Mallory Square (big tourist spot).  But he's supposed to be in a glass case.  The day after the tour, Dh and I were wandering around the square and saw this creeeeeepy doll peeking out of a window.  The logical side of me wants to say it's just a replica to give the tourists a thrill.  We didn't go into the museum to find out.  In fact, I'm not even sure that building WAS the museum but I didn't confirm it either.

GAH! I told you, dolls are evil, EEEEEEEEEEEEVIL, I tell 'ya! I'm so so glad my brother didn't know about this when we visited Key West. He thinks my fear of dolls is hilarious and would have dragged me to that doll, pronto.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: KimberlyM on October 30, 2008, 04:47:01 PM
I just spent 2 days reading this thread...I was unable to stop!!

My parents swore I was psychic when I was little, but it terrified my mother who was very religious so she claims to have "forced it out of me".  I used to tell them so-and-so was on the phone before it would start ringing, I was always right.  I would tell them it was raining when there wasn't a cloud in the sky and minutes later it would start to pour.  I talked to dead relatives I'd never met before.  etc. etc.  Freaked my whole family out.

When I was 9 or 10 my grandma died.  I was really close to her.  She had been sick for a long time and had been in a nursing home for months.  I was at a friends house spending the night and woke up in the early morning hours with a strong need to call and check on her.  I called my mom, and woke her up, asking if grandma had died.  She got very annoyed with me as even though she had been sick no one expected her to pass anytime soon and it was a creepy thing to call about at the crack of dawn. I hung up with her and before she had put the phone back down it rang again, it was the nursing home calling to say grandma had died. 
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: AprilRenee on October 30, 2008, 05:20:48 PM
Creepy short work story:

it's like an old Motel. There are the two big open rooms upstairs, a storage room downstairs, two offices on the top floor. The bathroom for employees is inbetween the two offices, which are connected by a short hallway. I've walked into one office, intending to go to the bathroom and seen large shadows walk across the doorway of the other office. it is CREEPY to be looking into a very dark room and still see a shadow move across it.

Several times, I've gone into the bathroom and heard what sounds to be an old radio show. no TV or radios are on. You only hear it every now and again.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Tabris on October 31, 2008, 07:10:36 AM
I posted a creepy story on my weblog in honor of Halloween, and I'll just link to it here if you're interested:

http://philangelus.wordpress.com/2008/10/31/creepy-enemy-disappear/

What do you get when you mix a 17 year old who talks to angels, a family fascinated by the end of the world, and someone coming up the steps at midnight when everyone's asleep?
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: lady_disdain on October 31, 2008, 09:12:24 AM
Speaking of haunted dolls, has anyone had the chance to see this little guy in Key West?

http://www.hauntedamericatours.com/hauntedstates/hauntedflorida/hauntedkeywest/

DH and I took a ghost tour down there a few years ago and the tour guide spoke about this doll and we walked by the home he originally occupied.  The guide went on to say that he's moved from one museum to another that's closer to Mallory Square (big tourist spot).  But he's supposed to be in a glass case.  The day after the tour, Dh and I were wandering around the square and saw this creeeeeepy doll peeking out of a window.  The logical side of me wants to say it's just a replica to give the tourists a thrill.  We didn't go into the museum to find out.  In fact, I'm not even sure that building WAS the museum but I didn't confirm it either.

That gave skeptic me nightmares last night. Even though my rational minds says it is probably exagerated, at least 50% made up, etc
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: redsfan on October 31, 2008, 09:55:47 AM
I've thought about sharing this before, but I don't like telling people.  I'm a skeptic by nature, but some things are just unexplainable.
My grandparents house is next to a cemetery.  There is a bit of space between the house and the graves (large yard, ravine, and then the bandstand for Memorial Day before you get to graves).  I've never been afraid of it, partially because I was taught at a young age it's just a place.  When my grandparents passed, my mom and stepdad decided they wanted a simpler life and moved in.  It's a few hours away from where I grew up.  

I was visiting one night, but I couldn't sleep.  I stayed in the basement bedroom, but there was something that was bothering me.  I then noticed a light in the main room (that the bedroom connects to, the door was open).  I looked, and saw a green ball.  I don't know how else to describe it.  It was fairly small, but moved very fast.  It was glowing, almost like a dark neon green.  I would see it fly across the doorway, disappear for a few seconds, and fly back the other way.  I thought I was seeing things.

Until it came into my room.  I was scared, but more of a 'what in the world' than 'I'm in danger' scared.  I pinched myself (enough to leave a mark for the morning) to make sure I wasn't dreaming.  I even thought my eyes were playing tricks on me.  I put my hand about an inch from my face, and I could still see the ball flying around the edges of my hand.  It seemed like it needed me to do something.  It would linger in one spot by the doorway, like it was watching me, and then zip all around the room again.  I honestly don't remember if it went away or I went to sleep.  

The next morning, I asked my mom if she had seen anything odd in the house.  She put down what she was doing and said, 'you've felt it too?'  That is VERY unlike my mom.  She's seen glimpses of things, and often felt like something is watching her.  She then bean dipped me, changing the subject.

Before my parents moved in officially, they rented the house for a few months to some friends who lost their home in a fire.  The wife took me aside once and told me the house is haunted.  She always felt like something was watching her, and didn't want to go back.  This woman is like the towns first lady, and doesn't do anything that may affect her reputation.  

I don't really know what the deal is, but I've never been afraid there.  I do believe there is something, possibly because of the proximity to the cemetery.  I moved in there for a while and never saw the ball again.  My cats, however, acted very strangely there (even for them).  They would chase things that weren't there, hide for no reason, and be staring for a long time at nothing.  I've had these cats for 6 years, and when we moved out, the strangeness stopped.  Well, some of it.  They are cats.   ;)



I feel a little silly even saying this.  My first apartment was in a very old building.  I had an issue with the ceiling fan and closet.  I hate ceiling fans.  Every day, I had to turn it off because it somehow turned on.  I would leave for work, make sure it was off, and come home to it working again.  I told my neighbor, and he said 'oh, it's the ghost'.  I rolled my eyes, and he said, 'no, just ask her to stop.'  My first conclusion was that someone had a key to my apartment and was messing with me.  But a few days later, I said outloud, "I really hate this fan.  It always blows my hair into my face, and I can't sleep.  Could you please leave it off, at least at night?"  It never came on again.  

Then the closet door started opening.  This isn't just a regular door.  The knob is a deadbolt, you really have to turn it to get it to open (the fuse box/hot water heater were in there).  The door would be open every night when I got home.  This time, I said, "I know you're here.  Thank you for the fan.  Could you please leave the closet door closed?  I don't like having guests over and having them see everything.  I know you're here, you don't have to keep reminding me."   It stopped.  So did the strange things.  
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: LadyofMaine on October 31, 2008, 08:34:12 PM
Oh my goodness!  I was setting up for Halloween and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a black robed figure on my front porch.  It was there for a split second and then it was gone.

(Think Dead Like Me)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: geordicat on October 31, 2008, 10:10:43 PM
Ok, I just a bit of a scare.


quick B/G.. my front window is about head-high, so an adult can stand on the ground outside and their eyes are about window level of my BIG front window.  now on to the story.

It's Hallowe'en night.  Tonight. My son has carved an awesome Darth Maul pumpkin and it's on a stool so pepole outside can see it.   I'm sitting here watching ghost stuff on TV waiting for trick or treaters, and goofing around online.  Ghost stuff on tv.. oooo interesting!  Wow, look at that!  Cool!  Really?  How ..?  Wow. look at THAT picture!  Creepy OH CRUD MONKEYS *deleted deleted* *beep* THERE"S A FLOATING HEAD OUTSIDE MY WIND.. oh.. trick or treaters.

They were standing there staring at the pumpkin my son did.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: ginlyn32 on November 01, 2008, 12:01:37 AM
I've had "dreams" that were...interesting to say the least.

I say "dreams" because I don't know if it was real or not...it happened at night when I was sleeping.

I also may have posted about these stories before so if I repeat myself, I'm sorry...(and I am really too lazy to re-read this whole thread to see if I've posted about it)

Anyways....Bit of background. Our first house that we owned was very old, original structure built in like 1860 or something. DH was working at a factory and eventually was promoted to supervisor. He was transferred to 3rd shift, which I didn't like, but I delt with it.

Well, one night I was sleeping and had a vague sense that someone was in our house. In my dream I woke up and saw something walk by my bedroom door. It was a shape of a person and was sort of white-gray color. The shape walked by from left to right and when it got to the right side of the door, it sort of tilted back like it was peeking in the door at me. I can remember in my dream just being terrified because I thought someone had broken in. I was trying to scream but no sound came out. When I woke up, I remembered the dream vividly.

Another time, I became an avid church-goer. I mean, everytime the church doors were open, I was there with my kids. I woke up one night to a black shape standing over my bed. It was very evil and it put a hand around my neck as if the strangle me. I yelled in my mind "Get behind me Satan!" three times and it let go. After that, I started praying over my house every night before I went to sleep.

In another dream (and I know this was a dream because my Grandmother was in it and she'd been passed away for a couple of years), I was sitting at my grandmothers house and we were discussing religion. I said that I didn't believe in the devil and then I heard in my head, in my sleep a very evil, guttery voice (almost like those voice changers, but worse) telling me that, yes, there WAS a devil! (I can't remember the whole thing, I've managed to block a lot of it out). But I do remember waking up, turning on all the lights and praying very hard right then. Poor DH thought I was crazy.

And for a good dream...I dreamt that I was somewhere very warm and safe. So full of love and light and very beautiful. It was like I was standing on clouds and it was in a sunrise. I remember being so happy and not wanting to leave. No one else was there but me. I just started crying and sobbing in my dream because I was so excited and happy. I thought I was in Heaven. I remember being very disappointed when I woke up.

When I was 13, my aunts husband passed away. We all referred to him as Uncle. Uncle was a very righteous man. He was a minister and had his own church before subcoming to cancer at the age of 44. The night he passed away, I was not able to say good bye to him. About a week later, I had a dream that my mom, my aunt(his wife) and my grandmother were all sitting on my front porch when his old work van came driving up. (he was a heating and air repair guy) He came up the walk and looked normal(he was a very big man..weighted like 250 before he got sick. During chemo he looked so emaciated that I did not recognize him. He got down to like 120 lbs). He looked very happy and told us that he loved us and just wanted to come and say goodbye.

My cousin(his oldest daughter) has dreams about him all the time.

Ginger
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Team HoundMom on November 02, 2008, 09:40:16 PM
"Psycho Killer"
Qu'est-ce que c'est?

Well now that was weird.  You guys made me think about this song last week and they played it on "The Simpsons" just now.  :P
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Tabris on November 03, 2008, 07:23:24 AM
I didn't post over the weekend, but for All Saints Day and All Souls Day, I posted two more creepy ghost stories on my weblog.

For All Saints Day: my daughter Emily comes for a visit (http://philangelus.wordpress.com/2008/11/01/creepy-sisters/) (two, actually)

and for All Souls Day: a mom protects her daughter's grave (http://philangelus.wordpress.com/2008/11/02/creepy-leave-her-alone/) a hundred eighty years after her death.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: EmmaJ. on November 04, 2008, 11:59:40 AM
Oh my, the stories about dolls just triggered a memory.  Many years ago, I would babysit my two-year-old niece Lily when my sister had to work the night shift.  Lily had a huge collection of dolls and stuffed animals and each night I would put her to bed with a different toy.

One night, after tucking her in bed, I picked a doll from her shelf and started walking towards Lily’s bed.  Her blood-curdling screams stopped me in my tracks.  Shaken by her reaction, I asked what’s the matter?  Lily said “that one bites...”
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Cellardoor14 on November 04, 2008, 01:22:16 PM
Since the doll stories had started- I think I may have posted this before- but its still creepy enough for the season.

When I was around 8 I received a doll set for my birthday. 
The dolls were a trio of oldest sister (a teenager), middle sister (a girl) and baby sister (a baby).  The dolls were large enough to sit comfortable on my bed, however I didn't really like the look of the teenage one so I never put her there. She spent most of her time in the toy chest.

One night we all troop up to bed with our dog in tow, my mom had turned on the hall light but all the bedrooms were dark. 
My dog, by the way, was the most gentle, quiet thing who won't say boo to a goose.  Anyway as my dog went up the stairs and turned to go into my room, she went ballistic.  She started barking and growling with her ears flat back and teeth showing.  My mom, and I looked into my room to see the teenage doll on my bed, leaning at curious angle with one arm out as if to say "hello". 

My mom (while trying to calm down the dog) starts scolding me about putting the doll like that to scare everyone.  I immediately started howling that  I hadn't played with that particular doll in ages, and most certainly hadn't put it like that.  (No one else had been in the house before hand, and definitely no one had been in my bedroom.)  My brother, in the pandemonium, grabbed the doll and chucked it down the stairs. 

As soon as the doll was gone, my dog quieted down. No barking, no growling or anything. 
My mother thought for a moment, and stated that perhaps we should get rid of that particular toy. 
It went directly into the outside garbage can, and as I recalled we all three slept in my mom's room at night.

Edited because one day I hope to be able to spell.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: LadyofMaine on November 04, 2008, 08:24:31 PM
Today, I was talking to the little girl who ran out and threw her doll in the trash truck.   As I was talking to her, she casually mentioned there was a ghost halfway down the street.  I asked her where and she said it was by the "blue trash can" (recycling bin.).

She seems like a reasonable girl and not the kind to make things up.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: WolfWay on January 06, 2009, 08:40:28 AM
My mother used to get up to answer the phone before it started ringing. Once someone told her what she was doing she stopped.

I creeped several friends out doing that, but it was a very simple explanation in my case. I was wearing headphones, and the connection between the cell phone towers and my cell phones caused some very specific interference in the speakers I was listening to at the time. So every time my phone was about to ring, or a text message was about to come in, the interference would pop up on my speakers (as the cellphone towers established a connection to my phone), and I'd be reaching for my phone before it made any ringing or beeping noise. They were rather disappointed when I explained to them how and why I could tell when my phone was about to ring.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: hot_shaker on January 06, 2009, 09:05:57 AM
My mother used to get up to answer the phone before it started ringing. Once someone told her what she was doing she stopped.

I creeped several friends out doing that, but it was a very simple explanation in my case. I was wearing headphones, and the connection between the cell phone towers and my cell phones caused some very specific interference in the speakers I was listening to at the time. So every time my phone was about to ring, or a text message was about to come in, the interference would pop up on my speakers (as the cellphone towers established a connection to my phone), and I'd be reaching for my phone before it made any ringing or beeping noise. They were rather disappointed when I explained to them how and why I could tell when my phone was about to ring.


My cell phone does that.  I had it sitting in front of the TV on evening.  The TV started making a buzzing noise and I knew that I was getting a call before the phone every rang.

For all of you ghost story fans, I would like to recommend the Anything Ghost podcast (http://anythingghost.libsyn.com/).  I've been listening to it for the past several weeks.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Namárië on January 06, 2009, 03:30:09 PM
...One night, after tucking her in bed, I picked a doll from her shelf and started walking towards Lily’s bed.  Her blood-curdling screams stopped me in my tracks.  Shaken by her reaction, I asked what’s the matter?  Lily said “that one bites...”
That is seriously creepy.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: WolfWay on January 07, 2009, 12:43:05 AM
Ok - here goes my "creepout story"

Late night - I am in bed, when someTHING yells in my ear. I can't make out words but it had the same intensity as if you yelled "murderer" in someones face.

Now at the time I was just getting back into "touch" with the astral side of my being.  (I had locked off a good protion of myself after a musuem encouter - will tell that one next) I pulled up the "white light" into a ball and "threw" it at the source of the "voice"
I've had this sort of things plenty of times, but never scary. Voices whispering in my ear, also can't make out the words, or someone saying "Hello!" in a very chipper tone. Have also had someone walk down the corridor, through my closed bedroom door, past my bed and sit on the edge of my bed and put a protective arm around me.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypnogogic

Sensory phenomena

Transition to and from sleep may be attended by a wide variety of sensory experiences. These can occur in any modality, individually or combined, and range from the vague and barely perceptible to vivid hallucinations.

Hypnagogic imagery is often auditory or has an auditory component. Like the visuals, hypnagogic sounds vary in intensity from faint impressions to loud noises, such as crashes and bangs (exploding head syndrome). People may imagine their own name called or a doorbell ringing. Snatches of imagined speech are common. While typically nonsensical and fragmented, these speech events can occasionally strike the individual as apt comments on – or summations of – their thoughts at the time. They often contain wordplay, neologisms and made-up names. Hypnagogic speech may manifest as the subject’s own ‘inner voice’, or as the voices of others: familiar people or strangers. More rarely, poetry or music is heard.

Humming, roaring, hissing, rushing and buzzing noises are frequent in conjunction with sleep paralysis (SP). This happens when the REM atonia sets in sooner than usual, before the person is fully asleep, or persists longer than usual, after the person has (in other respects) fully awoken. SP is reportedly very frequent among narcoleptics. It occurs frequently in about 6% of the rest of the population, and occurs occasionally in 60%. In surveys from Canada, China, England, Japan and Nigeria, 20 to 60% of individuals reported having experienced SP at least once in their lifetime. The paralysis itself is frequently accompanied by additional phenomena. Typical examples include a feeling of being crushed or suffocated, electric ‘tingles’ or ‘vibrations’, imagined speech and other noises, the imagined presence of a visible or invisible entity, and sometimes intense emotion: fear or euphoria and orgasmic feelings. SP has been proposed as an explanation for at least some alien abduction experiences and shadow people hauntings.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: WolfWay on January 07, 2009, 01:22:24 AM
- Every now and again, I would get these bursts of sound in my ears - usually screams, but occasionally, I hear trains. I have not heard these since I've moved on-campus for university.
Coworker (let's call him Joe for this story) told me last week about something that happened to him when he was 14. His family were driving home, his father in the driving seat, his mom in the front passenger seat, and Joe and his older brother in the back seat. Just after the car turned onto the highway, Alanis Morissette's "Thank you" came on the car radio. Joe rather liked the song and was about to say so, when the radio suddenly blared to full volume. His mum was trying to switch it down or off or just change the station (which it wouldn't) when Joe's brother started freaking out and yelling at his parents. His mum turned around to see Joe pulled up high in his seat as though something was pulling his head back, his lips turning blue and a panicked look on his face. Joe was pointing at his throat to indicate that he couldn't breathe.

From Joe's point of view, when the radio went to screeching loud, he actually entered what he described as a tunnel of silence or white noise. Something wrapped around his neck, tightened and pulled him up and backwards and he couldn't breathe or talk at all. He says then he heard what he described as "people being martyred, screams, horrible horrible screams and the sounds of chains and fire".

His dad pulled over to the side of the road and switched off the car, but still couldn't stop the radio blaring. 5 seconds later, the radio shut off, Joe slumped back down into his seat and he could suddenly breathe again. His rather shaken family drove home. Did I mention that Joe had some rather spectacular bruising on his throat?

---------------

Another story, not so much ghosts, but still darn creepy.

This involves my flatmate's parents (lets call them Mary and Bob), and Bob's secretary (let's call her Sue). While Mary was pregnant with my flatmate, Bob had an affair with Sue. Sue became pregnant at this time and had a daughter.  At some point (the time frame of events is a little unclear) Sue dropped by Mary's home to talk to her. Mary knew about the affair and told flatmate that if Sue hadn't had her daughter with her, Mary would have got a gun and shot her. Later Mary told her mother (flatmate's gran) that she was so angry that she had "cursed" Sue.

Fast forward a few years. Sue's daughter (Bob's illegitemate lovechild) dies of a massive asthma attack at age 7. Sue is in a horrific car accident that leaves her with irreparable brain damage. Sue lives on for several more years in a coma. The day she dies is the same day that Mary has her first seizure. This seizure turns out to be the first sign of a brain tumour that leaves her with epilepsy. Over the last few years, Mary has had the tumour removed, but has continued to slow lose her mental and physical health (she's almost blind, can't hear, can't concentrate, her short term and medium term memory is shot) and right now, she can't take care of herself. My flatmate says Mary has become a regular church goer and seems convinced that everything bad that has happened to her is a result of what she did to Sue.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: WolfWay on January 07, 2009, 01:31:12 AM
My uncle’s sister (C) was visiting, and the next morning at the breakfast table, she asked her brother if he had heard something in the middle of the night.  It sounded like something falling on the hardwood floor.  He heard it, but my aunt hadn’t.  She figured one of the dogs had knocked down one of the baby gates, until she remembered that all the gates were up that morning.  She looked around, and a stack of silver chargers that were on the dining room table were now on the floor next to the table.  Perhaps one of the large dogs had knocked them off the table in the middle of the night, and that’s what C heard.  Except that if a dog had knocked them off, they wouldn’t be in a neat stack on the carpet!
My gran used to have her pots rearranged in the cupboards over night. Drove her nuts to have to tidy everything up the way she liked it in the morning, only to have something with different opinions rearrange them to their liking at night.  ;D

Random other story:

In the last few months of his life, my grandpa used to complain to my grandma to "Tell that wretched girl to stop bouncing her ball on the stairway". Yeah, no child in the house and certainly none bouncing a ball on the stairs.

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: WolfWay on January 07, 2009, 03:12:00 AM
Whoops, one more I forgot about.

The Botany department at my university was made up of two distinct buildings. One was an older building (from about 1800) and the other one was much more modern (about 1950s I think). The front half had served as a hospital during various wars that happened in our area, and across the road from the Botany Dept were a selection of graves ( from around 1820-1835). Some were for soldiers and some were for children. The newer building of the department was built such that it incorporated a greenhouse on the lower floor. The greenhouse occupies what used to be the mortuary for the hospital. The old mortuary slabs are still in there (covered in pots full of ferns and orchids, the last time I checked).

Plenty of people have reported odd things in the dept. Ladies in grey, walking down the corridors, that kind of thing. One of my class mates insists that he's seen a desk chair spin under its own power.

I once had to spend an evening there. I had a meeting at 7.30pm (after dark) at a nearby venue and I didn't want to walk home at 5pm and then walk back later for the meeting, so I decided to hang around my lab and get some work done. Things started getting creepy around about sunset. In the 45 minutes before the sun set, I kept hearing conversations and voices talking, echoing through the department. I kept getting up to go look down the corridor (I was on the top floor and if you stand at the top of the stairs, you can see if any of the lights are on, or any of the doors open). No one else was there. I eventually got fed up and started playing music very loudly from the pc I was working on. Wierdly enough, it wasn't spooky afterdark, it was just around sunset that the dept creeped me out.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: CrayonOutlines on January 07, 2009, 09:00:22 AM
my family wants to think that Lyla approves of Tucker and is letting us know.   

Awww!  That's very sweet.  I think it's Lyla, too.   :)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Namárië on January 07, 2009, 09:55:14 AM
I spent all day yesterday reading this thread, so I guess I'll add in my own little story.

My parents' best friend has a house in Martha's Vineyard, an old Victorian place that was converted into two apartments. He used to rent it out in the summer, and we'd go up and visit there in the winter. The apartment on the second floor used to be haunted.
I remember as a kid, with my brother and sister, being freaked out by how some nutcrackers on display seemed to turn as we walked across the living room. So we turned them around, and went into the kitchen. We go back to the living room, and they are facing forwards again. There was a lot of door slamming, as well, and my parents' friend has said that he's felt someone sitting on the bed when no one is there.
I remember one time I was up there with a good friend when we were home alone, just chatting on two of the beds. Windows and doors started opening and closing. Doors, that I can blame on wind, or the house settling. Windows sliding up on their own, however, is a little different! We were a little freaked out at first, but it seemed more like a little kid saying "look at me! look at me!" more than anything.
I went back there this summer, and there was nothing. :( I was kind of disappointed. Maybe it only likes kids...
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: jaxsue on January 07, 2009, 09:55:37 AM
My gran used to have her pots rearranged in the cupboards over night. Drove her nuts to have to tidy everything up the way she liked it in the morning, only to have something with different opinions rearrange them to their liking at night.  ;D


I know I probably already told this story on this thread, but DH's grandparents' house in Georgia was haunted - especially the kitchen. Several nights a week they'd hear the back door open (it went into the kitchen), heavy footsteps across the floor, and someone would proceed to cook (pots and pans clanging, sounds of food frying).

They took it all in stride. DH and his cousins, though, were terrified to stay overnight in that house!

Edited to fix error.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: jaxsue on January 07, 2009, 09:59:17 AM
my family wants to think that Lyla approves of Tucker and is letting us know.   

Awww!  That's very sweet.  I think it's Lyla, too.   :)

I also believe that a beloved family pet can come back for a "visit."
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: housewife2k on January 07, 2009, 01:29:43 PM
Today, I was talking to the little girl who ran out and threw her doll in the trash truck.   As I was talking to her, she casually mentioned there was a ghost halfway down the street.  I asked her where and she said it was by the "blue trash can" (recycling bin.).

She seems like a reasonable girl and not the kind to make things up.
I've said it here before, and I'll say it again, kids are sensitive to things like this, and rarely as freaked out about it as we would be.

I have found that a rational statement of a ghost from a kid is probably true.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Team HoundMom on January 07, 2009, 10:58:33 PM
I also believe that a beloved family pet can come back for a "visit."

A few months after my dad's 19-year-old Ginger-coloured cat passed away, he and my stepmom adopted a new cat, this one a dark-coloured tortoiseshell.  One day my dad's coworker dropped by the house and the new cat walked into the room.  The coworker said, "Where did this cat come from?" and my dad said, "This is our cat." The coworker said, "But when I came in I saw an orange cat sitting over there."  He had never been to the house before and obviously didn't know that the previous cat was orange.

When the orange cat was still alive my parents claim to have seen, on a few occassions, a grey cat in their house.  Once they saw it walk into the kitchen and disappear and one time my stepmom saw it go up the stairs and disappear.  Sometimes the orange cat would play as though she were playing with another cat.

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: WolfWay on January 08, 2009, 12:01:27 AM
I asked my mum for any of her ghost stories and this is what she emailed me:

Your grandmother, Peggy, was very psychic.Two stories come to mind.
 
They lived in Kloof, Natal, many years ago, and Peggy used to hear what sounded like a cart being pulled by animals with jangling bells on their collars running through the vegetable garden at night time, yet in the  morning there was no sign in of any disturbance in this area.
 
They lived in a known haunted house in Cape Town and my dad who doesn't believe in things ghostly, said that when he walked past this one room,he felt really uneasy, and so they didn't use this room at all. He was sure that  someone had perhaps  died in this room. Many times they would go out and close all the windows, yet when they came home the upstairs windows were all open. My mother used to often see a man at the top of the stairs in a raincoat and hat and thought my dad was going out and she would call to him, and the figure would just fade. Other times the dogs would run to the front door to greet my dad on his return from work, and my mother found no one at the front door. But funnily enough neither of them were nervous when living in the house, apart from this one room.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: kisu on January 08, 2009, 02:22:23 AM
I don't know if this is a "ghost" story, but anyways. :)

Last summer I had to drive alone from my parent's summer house back to town in my BF's clunky old car. There'd been lots of accidents on the road I was going to take, as it was early August and the young deer were leaping out into the roads. I think 3 people had died that week in deer-car crashes, 2 on the road I was taking. It was dark, surprisingly warm, no wind, and the sky was starry as I set off.

As I started the car and got on the unlighted forest road that leads to the main road from the summer house, I had a strange feeling that someone I couldn't really see was sitting in the front passenger's seat. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, in fact it was comforting as I was worried about the drive. It reminded me of the way I felt when I was small and I was sitting in the garden with my Mom's grandma, who I'm named after.

The drive was uneventful and I got home without ever seeing one deer. As I got onto the brightly lit motorway outside my city, I felt like the someone in the front seat was starting to fade away. When I got home, before I got out of the car, I said thanks to my great-grandma, as I was sure she'd been with me on that drive.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: katcheya on January 08, 2009, 09:27:03 AM
Not really a ghost story, but I'll add it anyway.

My grandfather was the seventh son of a seventh son.  He could stop bleeding.  When he passed away in 1968, he "transfered" the gift to my grandmother.  My entire family knows that if they hurt themselves and it just won't. stop. bleeding, they should call her.  I was visiting my grandmother at one point.  My cousin called because her son had a really bad nosebleed.  Grand-maman went into another room, shut the door for a few seconds, then came back.  A few mintues later, cousin called to thank her.

She actually told me what she did.  I wonder if that means I'll inherit the gift when she passes on?
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: dearabby on January 08, 2009, 01:02:06 PM
These are so much fun to read!!!  We have a few odd happenings in my family, though they're more "feeling" than seeing.

My Mom's maternal grandmother was a fun-loving lady who liked to enter jingle contests and played Bingo like crazy.  My Mom was doing dishes when she got a really strong feeling that her grandmother was talking to her, saying "You're too serious; have more fun in life!"  A few hours later, her Mom called to tell her that Grandma Lottie had passed away.

In high school (when I was too dumb to know better), I had a Ouija-type board called a "Psychic Circle" - much like a Ouija, but with more quick words & symbols on the board.  My sister asked if I wanted to play with the board, but I didn't want to.  She sat down with it by herself, while I read in the chair nearby.  Each time she put the planchette on the board, it would slide off and move over toward the window (on the 2nd story above a brick patio).  After the third time of doing this, she asked "Why do you keep going to the window?" & it spelled out "JUMP". (It scared the heck out of her, so I don't think she was playing games)

My Grandma to died of pancreatic cancer about 4 years after my Grandpa passed (Alzheimer's and diabetes).  They were very much in love with each other for more than 60 years they were together.  Grandma missed him tremendously and each night would read a letter from the boxes of love letters he wrote while he was deployed (army).  I was very close to both of them.  A few months after she passed, I had the most vivid dream I've ever had.  In it, I was small, standing between both of them, holding each of their hands.  We were walking, then they let go of my hands.  They continued walking again, holding each other's hands while I stopped where I was.  There was an overwhelming sense that they were there saying "It's OK now.  We're together." and I woke up with tears streaming down my face.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: ncgal on January 08, 2009, 01:14:47 PM
Enough now. I need to be working not finding all of these stories.  How have I been able to miss this thread until now??

Just thought of another one.  This was maybe a month or two ago.  I was in our bedroom, where DH's desktop computer is, and all of a sudden I heard a male voice as clear as day coming out of the speakers, saying "You got that $10 you owe me?"  I was shocked, to say the least--I had heard a noise out of the speakers a day or two before but this was far beyond that.  My first thought was that it was coming from the computer.  DH plays WoW and talks to people on Ventrilo, so I assumed that he had left Vent on and left the sound on speaker instead of headphones.  Except when I turned his monitors on to check, Vent wasn't open.  Then I looked behind the computer and the speakers weren't even plugged in.  I don't really know what to make of this one, because it's such an odd thing to say, but hey, at least it wasn't "Get out" or something like that. 

A few days ago, I was taking a nap in the afternoon while the kids were asleep, and I woke up when I heard a woman's voice come from the computer.  I was still deeply asleep enough that I didn't catch what she was saying, just the voice, then the computer restarted itself.  I really didn't care to look into it further than that so I didn't turn the monitors on to check or anything, but I couldn't go back to sleep, either.

Not saying I disbelieve any of the stories, I have had some weird episodes myself, though none as weird, strange or spooky as most on here, but as to the voice through the speakers, I might have an explanation as it happened to me once.

I had the tv and everything connected to it in the den off one day.  Then i started hearing voices and found that the voices and other sounds were coming from the speakers to the surround sound.  Started to get a little spooked, then I looked out the window.  Outside, right in front of my house, was a truck.  Fully outrigged truck, typical "Redneck" (nothing against rednecks, I could be accused of being one myself at times) truck, large CB antenna and all.  I found out that the "voices" were part of the conversation my neighbor as having on the CB.  With such a super strong antenna, his side of the conversation was played through my speakers. 

Edited to correct typo and now back to the stories, I guess work will get done some time before I leave the office today. Maybe??   ;)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Cracea on January 08, 2009, 03:47:50 PM
Not a ghost story, but still...odd.

Many years ago, some friends and I shared a very, very strange experience. Really, I'm glad they were involved too, or I'd think I was nuts. It's much too long to go into here (novel-length, seriously), but lets say it involved a cave, and we referred to the place as "The Cave". During this time I was at home taking care of my terminally ill mother. Normally I would have told her about the events, but as she was dying, I really didn't want to disturb her in that way.

By a couple of months after the events Mom was no longer lucid, and was on very heavy-duty pain meds. One day when I was in her room with her, she sat up, looked right at me, seemingly completely lucid, and said very seriously:

"Cracea, you have to go back to The Cave one day. You have to finish it this time."

Then she laid back down, and was once more incoherent. To say I was shocked was an understatement. Only one of the people involved besides myself had even seen Mom since the events, and that was with me right there. There was no way Mom could have known about it.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: HushHush on February 20, 2009, 03:23:27 PM
I totally want to know the backstory behind The Cave and what was supposed to be finished.  What happened next?
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Lady Snowdon on February 20, 2009, 03:30:51 PM
I totally want to know the backstory behind The Cave and what was supposed to be finished.  What happened next?

Yes, please!  Novel length is fine!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Josiepug on February 20, 2009, 03:32:04 PM
I totally want to know the backstory behind The Cave and what was supposed to be finished.  What happened next?

Yes, please!  Novel length is fine!

POD!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Namárië on February 20, 2009, 03:32:26 PM
I totally want to know the backstory behind The Cave and what was supposed to be finished.  What happened next?

Yes, please!  Novel length is fine!

I third that motion! Curiousity is one of my weaknesses.  :-[
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Wulfie on February 20, 2009, 03:37:32 PM
I totally want to know the backstory behind The Cave and what was supposed to be finished.  What happened next?

Yes, please!  Novel length is fine!

Novel legth would be encouraged!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Cracea on February 20, 2009, 03:45:52 PM
I totally want to know the backstory behind The Cave and what was supposed to be finished.  What happened next?

Yes, please!  Novel length is fine!

Novel legth would be encouraged!


Lol.  It would literally be a novel if I went into any detail.  I'll work on a condensed version, and change some locations/dates/etc. so it's not easily identifiable.  I'll try and post in the next few days.  Just remember I warned you it'll sound nuts!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Lurkergirl on February 20, 2009, 04:36:59 PM
I got so excited when I saw new posts on this thread.  It's like one of the best ever.  And novel length would be fun
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Bratski on February 20, 2009, 06:47:31 PM
I have two stories to share, one paranormal and one possible UFO sighting.

About 6 months ago I was home alone and occupied in the bathroom. I was on my way out when I heard two men talking in my kitchen. One voice was a little clearer than the other. I couldn't make out any words but it had the rhythm of a conversation. I didn't think much of it at first, then it dawned on me that I was by myself, the TV wasn't on and I would have heard someone come in the house as the driveway and back door is next to the bathroom.

Literally the second I realized that, the clearer voice said "Hold on a second" and then nothing. The voices were gone. I didn't leave the bathroom until DH and the kids got home. I called a co worker because I was so freaked. I didn't feel threatened, just unnerved that they were aware of me and that one of them responded to my realization without me saying a word.

The possible UFO sighting happened Hallowe'en night 2007.
I was working the backshift and because of the night it was I had someone working with me. Turned out I got more than help, I got a witness of sorts too.

I was out on the back porch having a smoke and looking up at the sky when I noticed a star moving back and forth.
I looked down at the ground thinking I may have been swaying a bit while looking straight up. I looked again and the star was still moving. It moved back and forth, up/down and at one point spiralled. I called my co worker out to look after a minute of watching this. She stood there, looked for a few seconds and told me she didn't want to know what that was. She went back in and wouldn't talk about it later.

It looked exactly like a star. White, bright and about average star size. I don't know how many miles up it was or how much distance it was crossing while flying about, but it was a fair distance. It moved quickly and it seemed to fully stop at times and it would change direction suddenly. There were no fireworks going on in that area and I looked about for search lights.

I haven't seen anything like that again but I pay more attention to the sky and the stars now.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Daffydilly on February 20, 2009, 07:08:42 PM
I've had odd little things happen in my life. The strangest was when I got the oddest feeling that I needed to go out for a walk. And I've noticed signs in the sky as far back as I can remember. This one was different, it was a cloud shaped like an infant bathed in the sunset. And another cloud reaching out of the sky like a deformed, clawed arm next to it, but it was dark gray colors. And it ripped the baby's head and limbs off. Then the body of the baby reshaped into a smaller infant with sightless eyes and was also ripped apart.
The deformed limb slowly began to move across the landscape and I rushed home. I thought I was nuts and seeing things.

But then my mom arrived home from the store and said that she had seen a deformed limb shaped cloud in the sky. And it had turned into the shape of praying hands. We never knew quite what to make of that experience.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Lady Snowdon on March 03, 2009, 12:53:08 PM
I am now almost completely certain that our house has a ghost or ghosts living there.  The door to our bedroom will randomly close halfway, I've heard noises like people talking and walking around downstairs when I was the only one who was home, and when I'm laying in bed I frequently get a headache and my skin tingles, as though someone/something with very cold hands has put them on my head.  The last straw was Saturday.  DH was at work, so it was just me and the dog at home.  Smokey was laying down by the bottom of the stairs and all of a sudden he looked up at the top of the stairs as though someone was talking to him.  I tried to get his attention and have him come over by where I was, but he totally ignored me and just kept staring up at the top of the staircase.  It was actually very creepy, and I was very glad when he stopped doing it. 
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: jaxsue on March 03, 2009, 02:21:00 PM
I'm so glad to see more stories added to this thread. I never get tired of UFO/paranormal stories!

For all you ghost story lovers, on March 27th a new movie will be released, The Haunting In Connecticut. Link's below.

http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809932972/info

If this story sounds like one that A&E did on "A Haunting" series, you'd be right. It's the same story. But this time the acting's actually supposed to be good, and it looks seriously scary. Even the A&E program was creepy.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Esther_bunny on March 03, 2009, 08:13:52 PM
I'm so glad to see more stories added to this thread. I never get tired of UFO/paranormal stories!

For all you ghost story lovers, on March 27th a new movie will be released, The Haunting In Connecticut. Link's below.

http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809932972/info

If this story sounds like one that A&E did on "A Haunting" series, you'd be right. It's the same story. But this time the acting's actually supposed to be good, and it looks seriously scary. Even the A&E program was creepy.

I read about this story after I saw the movie trailer and I have to say it has me scared silly and I haven't even seen it yet! I have an extremely active imagination when it comes to things like that and I always picture them in my room... I really try to be a big girl about it b/c I know there is nothing in my room (especially not the closet) and if the dogs haven't started barking then I must be ok....but I still say The Lord's Prayer...just in case.

(Yes I will watch that movie....when it comes out on video, during the afternoon with all the lights in the house on!)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: MightyMouse on March 04, 2009, 01:08:11 AM
I think my house may be haunted, which would be pretty weird considering we're the only people to have lived here, the house is only 16 years old, and none of us have done anything to bring ghosts in.  But one night a couple of years ago, I was in bed, and I swear that I heard my dad yell my name in an angry tone.  I thought it was really odd, considering it was pretty late and everyone else was asleep.   I got up and went into the den, where my dad was playing quietly on the computer with his headphones on.  He took his headphones off and asked me calmly as could be, "What's up?"  I asked him, "Why did you yell?  Did I do something wrong?", and he gave me this weirded-out look and told me that he didn't yell my name and that I must have been dreaming, even though I wasn't asleep.  Then a couple of months later, I was home by myself while the rest of my family was out shopping or something.  I heard my mom's voice call my name from the living room, but when I went out there, no one was home.  Also, I've often been lying down on my bed, and the left side of my body will go cold and goosebumpy from my shoulder down to my knee, even on really hot days.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: soetkin on March 04, 2009, 07:22:21 AM
I may have told this on ehell before but I'm not sure.

Years ago, my friend and I were on holiday in France when we visited an old fortress. It was nice, nothing special until we decided to go see the old armoury. To get there, you had to walk through a tunnel that had been carved out of the rock. The tunnel was semi-illuminated, cold, damp and fairly long. So, we started in and as we walked on, we just both grew quiet. We were about three quarters in, near the armoury when we both stopped and turned to eachother and said "I think we should leave", "yeah, let's get out of here". So, we turn around (and we were literally only 20-30 yards from the armoury at this point) and start walking back out. All the time I feel this big oppressive mood pushing at me and I think it's all in my head until my friend says "I think we should run" and we stormed out of that tunnel. Something really wanted us to get out, it was the weirdest thing.

Anyway, a few days later -same holiday - we visited a gothic cathedral that had an old crypt under the nave, which at one point had held the bones of a saint. It was a very atmospheric place - ofcourse but it felt fine until my friend decided to explore a small passageway that headed off from the crypt. There were no lights in the passageway, it was utterly dark and just looking at it I had this malevolent feeling that came from it like something evil was in there just waiting. My friend joked and started to go in but as I was nearly in tears begging her not to go in, she finally relented and we left.
It was a weird holiday.

I have played with Ouija boards before and had some interesting experiences but nothing scary and I did study up on it before.
I can also not lay a Tarot spread for myself to save my life, but when I do it for my sister the same cards systematically pop up and she says my readings are correct.

Lastly - and this was just weird - I once had a dream that the heavy art-frame that hung over my bed came loose and fell on me, I woke up with my hand wrapped around the frame that had indeed come loose from the wall. I was the only thing holding it up.

ETA: I've had items disappear on me before. I joke that the imps got them. If I really can't find something, I stamp my foot and angrily tell them that enough is enough and I really need that item back or I'm going to be angry and make them leave. Often I find the item again in an obvious (as in I looked there already) place.  :)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: 2littlemonkeys on March 04, 2009, 09:39:54 AM
I think my house may be haunted, which would be pretty weird considering we're the only people to have lived here, the house is only 16 years old, and none of us have done anything to bring ghosts in.  But one night a couple of years ago, I was in bed, and I swear that I heard my dad yell my name in an angry tone.  I thought it was really odd, considering it was pretty late and everyone else was asleep.   I got up and went into the den, where my dad was playing quietly on the computer with his headphones on.  He took his headphones off and asked me calmly as could be, "What's up?"  I asked him, "Why did you yell?  Did I do something wrong?", and he gave me this weirded-out look and told me that he didn't yell my name and that I must have been dreaming, even though I wasn't asleep.  Then a couple of months later, I was home by myself while the rest of my family was out shopping or something.  I heard my mom's voice call my name from the living room, but when I went out there, no one was home.  Also, I've often been lying down on my bed, and the left side of my body will go cold and goosebumpy from my shoulder down to my knee, even on really hot days.

Something similar happened to me about a year or so ago.  I was getting ready for work.  DH had already left to drop our older DD off at school.  I heard her call "Mommy!" as clear as day.  Our other DD was home but she was still sleeping and only 4 months old.  She has a different voice anyway.  It was very unsettling.  I had to call DH on his cell just to make sure everything was okay.  It was.   :)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Lady Snowdon on March 04, 2009, 09:58:10 AM
I think my house may be haunted, which would be pretty weird considering we're the only people to have lived here, the house is only 16 years old, and none of us have done anything to bring ghosts in.  But one night a couple of years ago, I was in bed, and I swear that I heard my dad yell my name in an angry tone.  I thought it was really odd, considering it was pretty late and everyone else was asleep.   I got up and went into the den, where my dad was playing quietly on the computer with his headphones on.  He took his headphones off and asked me calmly as could be, "What's up?"  I asked him, "Why did you yell?  Did I do something wrong?", and he gave me this weirded-out look and told me that he didn't yell my name and that I must have been dreaming, even though I wasn't asleep.  Then a couple of months later, I was home by myself while the rest of my family was out shopping or something.  I heard my mom's voice call my name from the living room, but when I went out there, no one was home.  Also, I've often been lying down on my bed, and the left side of my body will go cold and goosebumpy from my shoulder down to my knee, even on really hot days.

Something similar happened to me about a year or so ago.  I was getting ready for work.  DH had already left to drop our older DD off at school.  I heard her call "Mommy!" as clear as day.  Our other DD was home but she was still sleeping and only 4 months old.  She has a different voice anyway.  It was very unsettling.  I had to call DH on his cell just to make sure everything was okay.  It was.   :)

This used to happen to me all the time in my parent's house.  I would always hear my parents calling my name when I was the only one in the house.  Always thought it was just my imagination...I don't like being alone, and I thought it was my subconcious trying to make up people being around.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Daffydilly on March 04, 2009, 07:16:01 PM
You know, I expected my dorm building to be haunted, but haven't seen anything yet. When they broke ground, they found an old saxon cemetary and took two years of excavation before building the dorms. And I've always kept an eye out for a warrior in full gear with his horse in full gear riding around. They found the bones of a warrior and his horse with full gear in the grave digs. It's the only time they've ever found both rider and animal with all the trimmings before. Maybe some day...
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: ica171 on March 04, 2009, 10:08:04 PM
Enough now. I need to be working not finding all of these stories.  How have I been able to miss this thread until now??

Just thought of another one.  This was maybe a month or two ago.  I was in our bedroom, where DH's desktop computer is, and all of a sudden I heard a male voice as clear as day coming out of the speakers, saying "You got that $10 you owe me?"  I was shocked, to say the least--I had heard a noise out of the speakers a day or two before but this was far beyond that.  My first thought was that it was coming from the computer.  DH plays WoW and talks to people on Ventrilo, so I assumed that he had left Vent on and left the sound on speaker instead of headphones.  Except when I turned his monitors on to check, Vent wasn't open.  Then I looked behind the computer and the speakers weren't even plugged in.  I don't really know what to make of this one, because it's such an odd thing to say, but hey, at least it wasn't "Get out" or something like that. 

A few days ago, I was taking a nap in the afternoon while the kids were asleep, and I woke up when I heard a woman's voice come from the computer.  I was still deeply asleep enough that I didn't catch what she was saying, just the voice, then the computer restarted itself.  I really didn't care to look into it further than that so I didn't turn the monitors on to check or anything, but I couldn't go back to sleep, either.

Not saying I disbelieve any of the stories, I have had some weird episodes myself, though none as weird, strange or spooky as most on here, but as to the voice through the speakers, I might have an explanation as it happened to me once.

I had the tv and everything connected to it in the den off one day.  Then i started hearing voices and found that the voices and other sounds were coming from the speakers to the surround sound.  Started to get a little spooked, then I looked out the window.  Outside, right in front of my house, was a truck.  Fully outrigged truck, typical "Redneck" (nothing against rednecks, I could be accused of being one myself at times) truck, large CB antenna and all.  I found out that the "voices" were part of the conversation my neighbor as having on the CB.  With such a super strong antenna, his side of the conversation was played through my speakers. 

Edited to correct typo and now back to the stories, I guess work will get done some time before I leave the office today. Maybe??   ;)

If not for the fact that the speakers were unplugged, I would put it off to electronic interference.  I might anyway.  My dad used to use walkie talkies for his job, and every time he drove past a fast food place he'd pick up their intercom system.  I have wondered if it was part of a cell phone conversation it picked up or something, if it can do that while they're unplugged.  I've never heard anything else out of those speakers, and we moved from that place in late July 2008.  So far here I haven't seen or heard anything that can't be explained, although I did once hear my 2yo laughing to himself in his room again, as he was the night I saw the glowing orb.  I didn't go in to his room see if there was anything there. :D
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: bionelly on March 05, 2009, 03:16:31 AM
I think my house may be haunted, which would be pretty weird considering we're the only people to have lived here, the house is only 16 years old, and none of us have done anything to bring ghosts in.  But one night a couple of years ago, I was in bed, and I swear that I heard my dad yell my name in an angry tone.  I thought it was really odd, considering it was pretty late and everyone else was asleep.   I got up and went into the den, where my dad was playing quietly on the computer with his headphones on.  He took his headphones off and asked me calmly as could be, "What's up?"  I asked him, "Why did you yell?  Did I do something wrong?", and he gave me this weirded-out look and told me that he didn't yell my name and that I must have been dreaming, even though I wasn't asleep.  Then a couple of months later, I was home by myself while the rest of my family was out shopping or something.  I heard my mom's voice call my name from the living room, but when I went out there, no one was home.  Also, I've often been lying down on my bed, and the left side of my body will go cold and goosebumpy from my shoulder down to my knee, even on really hot days.

Something similar happened to me about a year or so ago.  I was getting ready for work.  DH had already left to drop our older DD off at school.  I heard her call "Mommy!" as clear as day.  Our other DD was home but she was still sleeping and only 4 months old.  She has a different voice anyway.  It was very unsettling.  I had to call DH on his cell just to make sure everything was okay.  It was.   :)

This used to happen to me all the time in my parent's house.  I would always hear my parents calling my name when I was the only one in the house.  Always thought it was just my imagination...I don't like being alone, and I thought it was my subconcious trying to make up people being around.

That used to happen to me in the house I lived in when I was a teenager.  I'd also hear cars coming up the driveway sometimes.  This was in the country where the houses are pretty far apart and the house wasn't close to the road, so I know I wasn't hearing cars on the road or in other peoples' driveways.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Reddie321 on April 17, 2009, 03:02:11 PM
More stories!  Courtesy of Archer’s brother (Rock).  Archer, Rock, and I were up late telling ghost stories last night, which meant I didn’t get any sleep last night!

Some background: We’re talking about a VERY religious family.

Archer’s dad is one of 13 kids, and the house they grew up in was formerly a hotel, then a boarding school.  Allegedly, while it was a hotel, a cop/sheriff’s deputy shot and killed an escaped fugitive (in shackles and all) in one of the bedrooms.  When they would eat at the dinner table, they could hear someone walking down the stairs then walking back up, with chains hitting each stair.

One time Grandma Archer was walking upstairs when she heard someone following her up the stairs, with chains dragging the steps.  She turned around and said, “Who in God’s name is there?”  The footsteps stopped, then went back down the stairs.

One uncle could never get to sleep without the lights on in that house because every time he turned off his bedside lamp, his bed would start shaking and you could hear children laughing under the bed.  When he turned the light back on, the laughter and bed-shaking stopped.  So, he turned off the light, and the same thing happened again.  He turned the light back on, and, thinking that his older brother was playing a trick on him looked under the bed…of course, nothing was there.  Some 40-plus years later, he STILL sleeps with the lights on.

Rock had this experience last week and it scared the ever-lovin’ out of me.  It was a fairly cool night for April, so he closed the windows and turned his heater on, then went to bed.  He never dreams, but on this night, boy did he!  He dreamed he was at a massive revival.  Archer and I were there, along with other friends and family he recognized.  There were a few trippy things in the dream, but the most notable was when the speaker/preacher said “I’ll be *darned* if I let the devil get a hold of you!” At that moment, demons started rising out of people, Rock included.  He woke up with his back arched up on the bed and feeling like the breath was being pulled out of him.

The window above his bed was open.  He was freezing; so cold in fact, that he could see his breath, but his heater read the room temperature as 80 degrees.  He flipped on the lights and shut the window, but things still felt “wrong.”  He opened his (locked) bedroom door to see if any of his housemates were awake, but they weren’t.  After a few minutes, the feeling was gone, and at the precise moment he felt at ease again, he said the room heated by at least 10 degrees, then his heater kicked back on.  The time he woke up?  3:01.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: DottyG on April 17, 2009, 03:14:59 PM
What's the significance with 3:01?  I got lost on that part.

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: stargazer on April 17, 2009, 03:18:51 PM
What's the significance with 3:01?  I got lost on that part.


I'm so glad I'm not the only one!  LOL
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: hot_shaker on April 17, 2009, 03:22:23 PM
What's the significance with 3:01?  I got lost on that part.


I'm so glad I'm not the only one!  LOL

3am is supposed to be "The Devil's Hour". 

Trying to find a good link to explain it's significance.

ETA: This is the best I could find: http://themindseye.wordpress.com/2006/04/15/3am/.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Reddie321 on April 17, 2009, 03:30:24 PM
Thanks hot_shaker!  I assume everyone is ghost-crazy as I am.  :-\
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: KitFox on April 17, 2009, 03:35:34 PM
Oh, can I tell you guys my ghost stories, too? Because I have several. I'll just start with this one. I have more if you want them.

The first time I had a supernatural experience that I remember clearly was when I was in college. I was helping renovate an old area of the college that we were going to turn into a Student Union area, and I was hanging wallpaper border (don't ask me WHY they decided they wanted wallpaper border in the computer lab, I don't know). I hung the wallpaper on the wall with the door, and next to it, but when I turned my back on the door, it closed. I didn't think anything of this, so I went and reopened the door. I turned my back on it again, and it closed again. I wanted the door open because the vents in the room didn't work yet, and it was August, before classes started up. It was HOT.
I was a very cynical girl at the time, so I again did not think anything of it and just grabbed some scrap of cardboard to use as a doorstop. I jammed it under there good and tight, and turned back to my work. I got about three steps from the door and heard a *skitter-skitter-SLAM!* I whipped back around, and opened the door. My doorstop was half-way down the thirty-foot hall the computer lab was at the end of. I'm a little scared at this point, because there is no one else in the building, let alone on the floor..
The doors to the stairwell that led downstairs were on hydraulics that closed at approximately half the speed of sound, and the would close with a resounding THUD! unless you leaned on them as they closed, making them shut *very* slowly. So, there was no way someone could have removed the doorstop, slammed the door to the computer lab, and then gotten all the way down the hallway and out the door without a ton of noise. And no one was in any of the other rooms up there. I checked. Twice. I was alone.
Oooookay... I think to myself, and take a non-wheeled chair and wedge it under the door. I backed away from the door, and then turned around once I got back to where the paper and bucket and sponge were. *Ka-thunka-thunk-thunk-WHAM!* I spin around. The door's slammed closed again. I run over, throw the door open, and the chair is now tumbled on its side, halfway down the hallway next to my doorstop.
I stood there and stared at it for a while, eventually walking back into the computer room, where I gently closed the door, and said "Ok, I get it. Can I please finish now?" I hung the last of the border without further incident and NEVER went into that lab alone. And never at ALL when it was dark.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Reddie321 on April 17, 2009, 03:43:01 PM
More please!  We LOVE ghost stories!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Esther_bunny on April 17, 2009, 04:24:56 PM
More please!  We LOVE ghost stories!

Ditto! I love the ones that give me goosebumps!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Daffydilly on April 18, 2009, 04:53:49 AM
I highly love these stories. Suggestion, read them with daylight, open windows and family around. Or you might end up with another to write from you night awake and alone after reading these! ;)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: lilihob on April 18, 2009, 03:45:10 PM
Warning, this story might be distressing, but it is true.
My best friend, her cousin, and I were playing with an ouija board in her cousin's living room. (I have always had "feelings" and my family has a history of strange incidents), so I when I got a vibe, I begged them to put it away, they wouldn't, so I left.
Her uncle thought it was silly, girly, fun. As a passing aside, as he left the room, he asked the board when he was going to die. The glass spelled out T O N I T E . My friends freaked, packed it all up, he laughed.
When her aunt woke up in the morning, he was cold, massive stroke during the night.
20 years ago, I still hate those boards.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: stargazergirl74 on April 18, 2009, 07:29:21 PM
ooh, that's creepy lilihob!

This is going on at a co-workers house currently. She has lived in the house for a while now (a year and a half or so, I think). She has always said that she doesn't feel like she is alone in the house when her family is out. Then, cabinets were opening and closing on their own and things would go missing from her bedroom (things she had hidden) and turn up in other places (like the kitchen counter). Then, her teenage son said he woke up at night and saw a young female (teenage) figure in the corner of his bedroom, dressed in a fancy dress. My co-worker started asking the neighbors some questions about all the previous owners and was told that the original owners had a teenage daughter that committed suicide in the house about 10 years prior. Another co-worker found the girls picture in her own daughter's old yearbook and the son who saw the ghost confirmed that she is who he saw in his room.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Ripley on April 19, 2009, 12:19:46 AM
OK, first love this thread, I get excited when i see a new post. :D  Now my story kinda silly, but had me wondering..... My brother had just left to go back to go back to his house. Before he left, he tells me ,"I left the movie behind so you can watch it."  (It's a scary movie we were going to watch together, but never got the chance.)   So I forget about it till the next day and DH takes the kids out for ice cream and the park, I'm home alone.

I debate wether or not to watch the movie or wait till DH gets home so I'm not alone.  (I'm a big chicken who loves scary movies)  I decide I'll try it, I'm a big girl, i can take it. :D  So, I turn on the movie start watching, movie starts to seriously get scary, and then movie freezes, OK I'll  just turn off the DVD player and restart it.  Nope, DVD player won't turn off.  OK, i try opening it to take the movie out, nothing.  Frozen. Then the lights in the house start to flicker. Bathroom, hallway, kitchen.  None of these things are anything to think twice about, except DVD player only did that, that one time. Never since.  Lights, have never flickered, before or since i was going to watch that movie.

Needless to say, I unplugged DVD player, retrieved the movie and stuck it in the closet till my brother came and got it.  He still teases me about his haunted movie.

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: lovestoread on April 19, 2009, 06:43:58 AM
This thread is amazing, more stories please!!

I get deja vu all the time, its weird!  or I dream about things and know they will happen!

I've not had loads of experiences really... my mum and aunt went to see a psychic man when I was about four, and my sister was about eleven.  My mum took me in with her, and didn't really say anything to my mum about my fortune, he asked if he could hold my hand, and kept telling my mum that I was special, and had a gift, and my mum freaked out, grabbed me, and ran out!

When I was 20, my mum and I had to move out of my childhood home (my mum had a nasty split from my dad), so we were trying to find a new house.  I only went to view one house with my mum, and as soon as we left, I told my mum that that was our new house.  She told me not to be silly and don't jinx it, but I was right!!  we found out after we got it that the family selling it had received higher offers than ours, but they wanted us to have the house as they really liked us!

and one that happened to my sister - my sister and i were much closer to my mothers father than any of our cousins.  In my sister's first house with her DH, she had a table in the spare room, covered with family pics, and there was one that she got from my granda's house after he passed away, which was me and my sister when we were younger, with my gran and granda.  One night my sister went to a psychic night thing, which was a night out with her DH's family.  She doesnt really believe in it all, but the woman she got was a medium, and she described my granda down to a tee, right down to what he smoked and drank.  She said he kept asking about Betty, which was her name, but also my gran's name, and everything she said about him was right on the button.  The thing that freaked my sister out was that the medium said 'He's around you quite a lot, he saw you kiss his picture and it made him really happy! And he says to leave the picture in the frame its in, don't change it!'

That morning, my sister had been cleaning the house and she picked up the picture of us, kissed his face then cleaned it and put it back!  NO-ONE could have possible known she had done that, and I think its far too specific for someone to guess at!!  And the picture is in a wooden frame, and she had been thinking of putting it in a silver one.

I live in the house that my sister lived in at the time, and I hope he's about, I really miss him!! I haven't had any signs though.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: pixel dust on April 19, 2009, 01:19:45 PM
My Grandpa and Grandma went out to purchase grave plots for themselves. The man they were talking to went through all the options for them - mausoleum, plots side by side, or one shared plot. He described the shared plot as the first to pass on gets buried deeper than normal, then the second gets placed on top.

Grandma balked at the suggestion, saying, "I shared a bed with this man for 50 some odd years! I'm getting my own plot!" Grandma was quite blunt, as you can see. So, they purchase side by side plots.

Grandpa passed first, Grandma followed about a decade later.

My mother and her sisters visit their parents a few times a year, on birthdays, mother's day, father's day, etc. After my Grandma passed, they started noticed a fissure in between the plots. The ground started pulling apart between the graves of my grandparents! Apparently, when Grandma said she wanted her own plot - she meant it!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: KitFox on April 19, 2009, 09:55:47 PM
I love ghost stories. I love TRUE ghost stories so much. Ok, here's another of mine:

When I moved into my first apartment alone, we found out it hadn't been rented in a while. No spooky story, nothing like that. It had just been vacant for months. I spent my first night there alone, and sometime in the middle of the night, a little girl walked into my room, and said to me in Spanish "Mama, I had a nightmare." I don't speak Spanish, but I knew what she said. She was about five, maybe six, with long black hair with curly bangs plastered to her forehead with sweat. She was wearing a flannel little girl's nightie with strawberries or little red flowers all over it. I'd never seen this girl before in my life, and I've never seen her since. It was just that one night.

I still have no idea who she was, or why she was in my bedroom.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Esther_bunny on April 20, 2009, 07:21:04 PM
Ripley, what was the movie????

I only ask b/c scary movies really get my imagination going and if I watch them too close to bedtime then the lights stay on! (But I love to watch scary movies....I'm a masochist!)

When the movie, "Haunting in Connecticut" came out, I read up on the history of it and they talked about one particular ghost that have fast moving feet....and I could not, for the life of me, get that image out of my head when I went to bed. I was so scared that I said my prayers out loud (instead of in my head like I usually do).
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: sooverit on April 21, 2009, 08:31:11 AM
I don't know if this is a ghost story but I remembered it recently.  It was night in early fall and I was driving alone down a wooded road in my area that is extremely windy and can be very dangerous.  There are a lot of accidents and some are often fatal.  I was driving a Jeep Liberty and the car in front of me was a sedan.  Aside from being windy this road is also hilly.  Up on the hill in the middle of the road I saw a white figure laying in the middle of the road.  The sedan in front of me slammed on the brakes and so did I.  I said to myself out loud, "What is that?"  It was white so I didn't think it would be a deer and it looked like the shape of a person.  The sedan went around it and I was about to as well.  When I got up to it... It was a puff of white smoke. 

 ???  It was very strange and I know that I saw something because the car in front of me slammed on its brakes and drove around.  Why would you drive around a puff of smoke?  Weird.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Giggity on April 21, 2009, 09:12:59 AM
Warning, this story might be distressing, but it is true.
My best friend, her cousin, and I were playing with an ouija board in her cousin's living room. (I have always had "feelings" and my family has a history of strange incidents), so I when I got a vibe, I begged them to put it away, they wouldn't, so I left.
Her uncle thought it was silly, girly, fun. As a passing aside, as he left the room, he asked the board when he was going to die. The glass spelled out T O N I T E . My friends freaked, packed it all up, he laughed.
When her aunt woke up in the morning, he was cold, massive stroke during the night.
20 years ago, I still hate those boards.


Lili, I will not be in the same house with a Ouija board. Those things scare the holy hell out of me. I've had planchettes get away from everyone's hand and glide around the table on their own.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Tabris on April 21, 2009, 09:22:54 AM
Today would have been my BIL's 25th birthday, but instead he died at age 16 of suicide. It was exactly three months after my daughter's death. She was born on the 19th of July and died on the 20th; he committed suicide on the 19th of October and died on the 20th. She lived 1 hour and 53 minutes; he died at 1:53 AM. At the cemetery, facing his gravestone, the prevailing wind strikes my cheek at exactly the same angle as the prevailing wind strikes my cheek when I'm at Emily's gravestone. There's more, but you get the point. In my heart, they're connected.

The first time I was at the house again after the funeral, I spoke to BIL in my heart the night we arrived. I woke up the next morning before anyone else and was lying in bed. Mentally I checked through the whole house and kind of compiled an inventory: we three are in here, BIL1 an BIL2 are in there... And when I got around to MIL and FIL's bedroom, I heard in my head, "There are two people in this house who don't care if I live or die."

That'll wake you up in a hurry.

The other time I heard from him, I was again talking to him in my heart and giving bit of a rundown on how the family was doing. And suddenly I felt self-conscious and thought, "But you were probably here and saw that for yourself," and I heard again, "I didn't want to be here before, why would I be here now?"

Since then I haven't really talked to him. But recently, I prayed for his soul, and two days later, out of the blue, someone contacted me through another forum and said she'd gone to school with him, and her younger brother had been close friends with him. I'm hoping that was a way of him letting me know he knew I'd prayed for him.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Esther_bunny on April 21, 2009, 11:53:17 AM
Awww, Tabris, you made tears well up in my eyes...so sad :'(
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: PeasNCues on April 21, 2009, 12:02:12 PM
OT but has anyone watched Psychic Kids? Some of the kids are questionable, but others...

There was one kid who they took to a old house (without telling him where they were going) - it was just a regular historic home - and he said, "There's a woman in this room. She's a nurse. She used to sleep here." Everyone else was like  ???. But then they found out... the house had been used as a dormatory for women in nursing school... and the room he had been standing in had been the bedroom!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: soetkin on April 22, 2009, 04:49:58 AM
Some time after my - much beloved - grandmother passed, a friend and I were messing about with a Ouija board for fun when the board suddenly spells out that Grandma is trying to contact me. As I suspected my friend was trying to mess with me, I asked a question I knew my friend did not know the answer to, nml how many children she'd had. The answer should be four: my aunt, uncle, father and a fourth boy who died in infancy .
The planchette slid to four, I started blubbing and we ended the session soon after.
I don't use Ouija boards anymore.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: jaxsue on May 01, 2009, 05:23:56 PM
I'm resurrecting this old thread for a news item. Hans Holzer, a pioneer in ghost hunting, died this week. I highly recommend his books.
I just wonder if he's truly left us or is hanging around!

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/30/books/30holzer.html?_r=1&scp=1&sq=hans%20holzer&st=cse
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: M-theory on May 02, 2009, 08:11:53 AM
I'm not sure whether this counts.

BG: I'm very skeptical and don't generally go for any of this paranormal stuff.

Every alarm clock I have ends up being set 30 minutes fast. When I lived at home in Dallas, I had an Indiglo nature sounds/CD player clock radio that would do this. I'd set it back to the correct time, and within a month it would be 30 minutes fast again. I eventually gave up and starting adjusting my snooze time accordingly.

When I moved to Toronto, now-DF bought me an atomic colour-changing projection alarm clock (;D) that gets the local time, temperature, and day of the week from Fort Collins, CO's WWVB time signal radio station. In other words, as long as it can pick up the signal, which it does, it should be perfectly accurate. Yet in both apartments I've lived in since coming here, the same thing happens. DF is a network security engineer and has set and reset the thing a half-dozen times, but within a month it's always 30 minutes fast again.

My only guess is that my mother (who died almost 13 years ago) remembers that I was usually running somewhat late as a child and adolescent (have gotten better as a teenager and adult) and is trying to make me toe the line.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Dazi on May 02, 2009, 12:18:35 PM
I have had more than several unnerving experiences in my life.  My DF's side of the family is mostly Native American, they usually refer to me as a sensitive are are perfectly okay with it.  My DM and her side of the family (with the exclusion of my Great Aunt) either ignored the things I told them or said I had such a great imagination.

The most recent event:  Last year, for several weeks, I saw a young woman (Anna...name changed) I knew walking along the same stretch of road (very near a local shopping center) every day, she even waived to me when I was stopped at the red light.  I thought she had gotten a job at one of the local shops and asked my DM because she knew her better than I...I asked her if she had moved over near where I live because she had been living in the next town over.  My DM said she didn't know, she had not seen her for several weeks and she had walked out of her previous job at a local restaurant a few weeks prior.

A few days later I went into work, to talk flying about a murder victim being found less than a 1/2 from the shopping center.  The victim was later identified as Anna, it was estimated she had been dead for about 3 weeks.  Until last week I had not seen her after she was found and identified.  Her murder is still unsolved and it is suspected she was killed by a serial killer.  I am worried about her reappearance and what it may mean.

8 years or so ago:  I was coming home from a party around 3am (I was not drinking and I worked the overnight shift often so I was not tired, this was a normal time for me to be very alert).  I was driving down a very quiet, well lit area of road when a man stepped out in front of my car.  I went off the side of the road trying to avoid him.  I did not hit him, my car fine and I was fine except for being shaken.  I got out of the car to see if the man was okay...I thought maybe his car had broken down or something, but there was no one there and no where anyone could have went. 

When I started to leave, I realized that something was stuck under my car.  For a minute I seriously thought I had ran the man over.  I pulled my flashlight out to go look under my car to find a 5gallon white paint bucket stuck.  I called my then BF, he came to extricate the bucket.

He tells me I am lucky I got stuck were I was because some nut in a pickup nearly ran him off the road.  He said the guy was going probably 90mph in a 35mph zone, swerving all over the road.  He called the police to let them know and then got me unstuck. I got about 5 miles up the road when I heard sirens.  My first thought was they got the drunk driver.  Well they got him alright.  He plowed into a building and was killed instantly.

If it hadn't the man walking out in front of my car and me running off the road, there is a very good possibility I would have been hit by that drunk driver.  I have never known what to make of the whole incident, but I am very grateful.

The Great Aunt story:  I was 7 years old the first time I had visited my GA's home.  We had just moved cross country, it is the first time I recall ever meeting her and her DH.  I needed to use the bathroom, it was upstairs.  I was halfway up them when I saw a very handsome darkhaired man looking over the rail edge.  He showed me where the bathroom was and told me to jiggle the handle after I flushed.  We talked for a few minutes as he showed me the rest of the second floor.

My DM called up to see if I was okay or needed any help.  He told me to go on down.  I asked my GA what the nice darkhaired man upstairs name was.  My DM blanched and started making excuses as to imaginary friends and my *imagination*.  My GA took it in stride and asked me a few questions.  She smiled and told me that was her first husband that he had died during a war, but he still watched out for her and I shouldn't be afraid of him. 

She was very surprised I could see him and that he talked to me. Before we left she took me aside and told me that no matter what my DM told me, when my DM was a little girl she could see him to.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: DottyG on May 02, 2009, 07:18:18 PM
Dazi, those are great stories!

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Dazi on May 02, 2009, 08:03:58 PM
I thought of a few others...

#1 A few years ago I was looking for an apartment.  I found an ad that looked promising, but the rent was really low.  I thought it was a typo, but it was just a few blocks away so I swung by for a looksie   :).  The owner was there cleaning the place and assured me it was no problem for me to look around.  I asked her about pets and the rent amount and she confirmed that it was indeed correct.  I saw the old man out of the corner of my eye and realized why the rent was so low.

So I asked her how many tenants had been ran out by the ghost.  She looked rather uncomfortable and asked how I knew, she had 6 people who did not last more than a month.  I told her I saw him, his name was Dennis, he lived here for many years and wanted to stay.  She said that he hadn't died there, but in a nursing home, he had lived in the building since it was built 30 years ago.  At least she didn't think I was nuts because she actually knew him when he was alive and had seen him everytime she cleaned the place to re-rent it.

Dennis and I had an understanding and I didn't mind him there.  I did have to have a conversation with him once about being a dirty old man and not to watch me in the shower or getting dressed.   ;D  My cats used to follow him around and sometimes you would just see them all staring at one place where he used to have his lounger.  I lived there for 5years.  When I told her I was moving I thought she was going to cry.  She has had multiple tenants since I moved out, the longest lastest 6 months.

#2  When I moved into the house my DH and I bought my DB moved in with us.  He is can also hear/feel/see things that most people cannot.  He is the one of the few men I know who can besides my DF and DC(most sensitives/mediums/clairvoyants I have met have been women).  He asked me one day if I could hear the children playing in the middle of the night.  I told him no, I hadn't heard or seen anything and I wasn't getting any weird/bad vibes.  One day I went in his room and I heard the laughing, little kids running and romping, giggling...nothing to be afraid of.

I saw a little blond girl playing in my neighbors yard across the street.  I saw him in passing and told him how cute his GD was.  He chuckled and said she wasn't his GD but the neighborhood ghost.  He was surprised I was not surprised.  She said hello to me one morning in my kitchen. I could not see her, but got a tug on my shirt and heard quite clearly "Hello".

#3  I purchased a dining room set from a local church thrift store.  When I started refurbishing it, weird things started happening i.e. paintings falling off the walls, tools missing, other objects moved.  I called the Church to find out that this particularly dining room set had been donated from an estate.  Well that explained a lot.  I sat out the pretty fabric that I was recovering the seats with and had her take a look.  Told her what I was doing and why, that it was my set now I would take good care of it.  I haven't had a problem since.



My gifts frighten a lot of people, I am glad to find a place where I can tell them and not be judged.  I had some friends growing up whose parents were weirded out and would not let me play with their children.  Among seeing ghosts, I sometimes see future events.  I have unfortunately seen untimely deaths and picked up other things people do not want others to know. 


I will post some more later...my DH is running me off the computer  :P
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: M-theory on May 03, 2009, 04:03:58 AM
Anyone have any theories? I'd really rather not believe in ghosts. :P
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: veraobsession on May 03, 2009, 04:16:44 AM
I might have even told about this on here before but when I was dating my ex going up to the second floor of his house always made me feel very funny. Like someone was hovering around me. The temp would change. It just felt very uncomfortable when I got near his or his brothers room or the family room. The steps to downstairs had a landing that had a window and one day when I was walking down those stairs I saw a woman in the window standing behind me. She was in a green dress with dark hair that was pulled up. She did not look happy.

Evidently the second floor had always been a childrens area and EX's mom thought that it was probably the mom of the kids who lived there when the house was built, at the turn of the century. She has lost a child to a disease and was evidently very protective of the remaining two children. I think she was still trying to protect the children of the house - EX and his brother. Noone else had ever seen anything, but she said even she felt funny from time to time, especially if she had been getting onto the kids for something. 
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: veraobsession on May 03, 2009, 04:17:34 AM
Anyone have any theories? I'd really rather not believe in ghosts. :P


I believe. To my core. I don't believe they are here to hurt us or even really to scare us. But they are here.

I have seen them.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: wonderfullyanonymous on May 03, 2009, 05:53:17 AM
I have a question, that maybe someone in this thread can answer.

Our store is being remodeled, and the dept I am in now will be near the area the photo lab is in right now. (I have written about our photo lab ghost.) Does anyone know, will the ghost wander that side of the store, will he, have the run of the store, or will he move with the photo lab to it's new home?


I've "seen" other apparitions in the store, but the only one I've had contact with is the one from the photo lab.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: M-theory on May 03, 2009, 06:12:55 AM
Anyone have any theories? I'd really rather not believe in ghosts. :P


I believe. To my core. I don't believe they are here to hurt us or even really to scare us. But they are here.

I have seen them.

I respect that. I don't believe in them, however.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: veraobsession on May 03, 2009, 06:39:24 AM
Anyone have any theories? I'd really rather not believe in ghosts. :P


I believe. To my core. I don't believe they are here to hurt us or even really to scare us. But they are here.

I have seen them.

I respect that. I don't believe in them, however.

My response to that is always "but I have seen them."

I am really curious, what do you think the visions/feelings/apparations/sightings/etc. that thousands of people have, are?
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: M-theory on May 03, 2009, 07:12:00 AM
Anyone have any theories? I'd really rather not believe in ghosts. :P


I believe. To my core. I don't believe they are here to hurt us or even really to scare us. But they are here.

I have seen them.

I respect that. I don't believe in them, however.

My response to that is always "but I have seen them."

I am really curious, what do you think the visions/feelings/apparations/sightings/etc. that thousands of people have, are?

Well, OK. But I still don't believe in them.

Wishful thinking, night terrors/old hag syndrome, unusual environmental conditions, mental illness ranging from stress to full-on hallucinations, drugs, unexpected drug/drug or drug/other substance interactions...


Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: iridaceae on May 03, 2009, 07:30:23 AM
Anyone have any theories? I'd really rather not believe in ghosts. :P


I believe. To my core. I don't believe they are here to hurt us or even really to scare us. But they are here.

I have seen them.

I respect that. I don't believe in them, however.

My response to that is always "but I have seen them."

I am really curious, what do you think the visions/feelings/apparations/sightings/etc. that thousands of people have, are?

Well, OK. But I still don't believe in them.

Wishful thinking, night terrors/old hag syndrome, unusual environmental conditions, mental illness ranging from stress to full-on hallucinations, drugs, unexpected drug/drug or drug/other substance interactions...




Except I don't do drugs, have never done drugs- not even alcohol- and have seen a ghost walking around my work place. Three times. Twice in one day and then about a year later. I have since forgotten the exact pattern but if you had shown me a bunch of knitting patterns I could have shown you the exact pattern of his gray-green sweater.

The way the building was built, when a semi-was parked in front of it, there was no possible reflection except the semi and whoever passed between the store and the semi. I was standing outside talking to the semi driver and looked around and saw the man walking around inside. I was confused- we had motion sensors, and since I was the opener, I knew, knew no one else was in there. The door was locked, and I told the driver I thought someone was in there. We looked. Fast food restaurant, not a lot of places to hide. The back door alarm hadn't gone off. The motion detector hadn't been tripped.

I still have no idea.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: M-theory on May 03, 2009, 07:35:18 AM
Anyone have any theories? I'd really rather not believe in ghosts. :P


I believe. To my core. I don't believe they are here to hurt us or even really to scare us. But they are here.

I have seen them.

I respect that. I don't believe in them, however.

My response to that is always "but I have seen them."

I am really curious, what do you think the visions/feelings/apparations/sightings/etc. that thousands of people have, are?

Well, OK. But I still don't believe in them.

Wishful thinking, night terrors/old hag syndrome, unusual environmental conditions, mental illness ranging from stress to full-on hallucinations, drugs, unexpected drug/drug or drug/other substance interactions...




Except I don't do drugs, have never done drugs- not even alcohol- and have seen a ghost walking around my work place. Three times. Twice in one day and then about a year later. I have since forgotten the exact pattern but if you had shown me a bunch of knitting patterns I could have shown you the exact pattern of his gray-green sweater.

The way the building was built, when a semi-was parked in front of it, there was no possible reflection except the semi and whoever passed between the store and the semi. I was standing outside talking to the semi driver and looked around and saw the man walking around inside. I was confused- we had motion sensors, and since I was the opener, I knew, knew no one else was in there. The door was locked, and I told the driver I thought someone was in there. We looked. Fast food restaurant, not a lot of places to hide. The back door alarm hadn't gone off. The motion detector hadn't been tripped.

I still have no idea.

Sounds weird! I didn't say drugs and alcohol were the only possibilities, though - that would be supremely insulting, and probably get me banned.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: veraobsession on May 03, 2009, 07:39:34 AM
That me...don't do drugs now, and sure wasnt doing drugs or drinking when I was 8 and 9. Don't think anyone wishes to have the beejesus scared out of them. I'm sure some peoples visions have been night terrors, unusual environmental conditions, or mental illness. I'll give you that. Some, but not all. I consider myself pretty sane (some may disagree), see most of mine during the day, and always in comfortable conditions. I've never woke up in a hotel room and seen something standing next to my bed, blinked a few times, and it be gone. That I would think was one of the above. Not the little girl that was sitting on the foot of my bed, or the man that said "what" to me while I was fixing breakfast at my dads.   
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: M-theory on May 03, 2009, 07:50:41 AM
That me...don't do drugs now, and sure wasnt doing drugs or drinking when I was 8 and 9. Don't think anyone wishes to have the beejesus scared out of them. I'm sure some peoples visions have been night terrors, unusual environmental conditions, or mental illness. I'll give you that. Some, but not all. I consider myself pretty sane (some may disagree), see most of mine during the day, and always in comfortable conditions. I've never woke up in a hotel room and seen something standing next to my bed, blinked a few times, and it be gone. That I would think was one of the above. Not the little girl that was sitting on the foot of my bed, or the man that said "what" to me while I was fixing breakfast at my dads.   

Just to clarify - when we talk about ghosts here, I assume (interesting, I know) that we're talking about the spirits of dead people. Since I don't believe in the existence of the soul or spirit, that sort of precludes me believing in ghosts in this sense of the word. There are some more unusual explanations for ghosts (psychic imprints, for example) which are marginally more believable, but as far as I'm concerned, even if *I* saw a ghost I wouldn't believe in them - I would conclude I was having a drug response, food/drug interaction, night terror, etc. ad nauseum.

Environmental conditions don't necessarily refer only to what you can feel, like the ambient temperature for example.

But of course I would never tell other people what they should or shouldn't believe based on my personal experiences/lack thereof - I just find this business with my alarm clocks really, really peculiar and would love an explanation or range of explanations, even if they were all ultimately too hard for me to swallow. :)

Edited for grammar.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Tabris on May 03, 2009, 08:48:18 AM
I have a question, that maybe someone in this thread can answer.

Our store is being remodeled, and the dept I am in now will be near the area the photo lab is in right now. (I have written about our photo lab ghost.) Does anyone know, will the ghost wander that side of the store, will he, have the run of the store, or will he move with the photo lab to it's new home?


I've "seen" other apparitions in the store, but the only one I've had contact with is the one from the photo lab.

It depends on what it is.  There's a cool article on "seven kinds of ghosts" which describes all sorts of phenomena from a Catholic perspective, but if you use that as a guidepoint, at the lowest part of the totem pole there would be the "psychic imprint" kind of thing, where something traumatic happens in one place and there's an imprint of the emotional energy left in that place. IE, someone's car goes over a cliff and other drivers see it happen as they pass even years later. That would stay put.

On the furthest opposite end would be demonic manifestations, which would move wherever they wanted.

And there might be things in the middle which would follow the familiar *stuff* across the store, or other things that might stay in place because it was the place that was important to them rather than the things there.

the article is here: http://www.saint-mike.org/spcdc/library/7ghosts.asp  (Disclaimer: it's from a Catholic POV)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Beyond The Veil on May 03, 2009, 08:54:22 AM
Anyone have any theories? I'd really rather not believe in ghosts. :P


I have spent since early teenhood devoting my so-far-so-short life to researching mysticism and supernatural phenomena. I plan on doing so the rest of it. I am not sure if any of this will produce a plausible explanation even in the generations that follow me. It may be a long time before we understand any of it. I know I don't pretend to, but I try.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Layla Miller on May 03, 2009, 09:51:06 AM
I don't know if I believe in ghosts or not, but I kind of hope they don't exist.  I have my own theories about what happens to us after death, and the idea of hanging around this world forever--lonely and impotent--is definitely not one of my favorites!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Dazi on May 03, 2009, 10:02:41 AM
Anyone have any theories? I'd really rather not believe in ghosts. :P


about 2years ago

I work in 2 different buildings about a mile or so from one another, one is an old remodeled department store.  One of the women I work with, Nina, did not believe in ghosts/spirits or the likes (in fact she told me to my face that I must me crazy).  One room of the office is about 40x80ft with 2 smaller rooms off of it.  One of the other offices has a half glass door so you can see who is on the other side, one room has no outside door and the large room has 4 (a set of double doors at the entrance and 2 emergency exits).

You have to have a key pass to get into the building and another key to get into the office.  Only personell and security have keys.  She kept complaining to security about someone coming around and trying to get in all the doors after hours or at lunch when we shut the doors (they lock automatically when shut), they would start at the back one and go around.  This happens every single time we are there.  The Security guard told her that the building has a ghost, he used to work there and died on the job some years ago, he checks the doors and such and there have been numerous reports about him over the years. She told him he was nuts, he just laughed, I just smiled.

We usually go out for lunch when we are there, but one day we all (3) brought our lunches.  I was down in the kitchen heating my lunch, when I came back she said that she saw the levered door handle turn/heard it jiggle but no one was there (as you can see through the glass), she insisted that it was just the wind making the door jiggle.  She went to the bathroom and I sat down to eat lunch.  A few minutes later the locked double door opened and an older man came in, I looked at him and said "you aren't supposed to be in here", He said "you startled me, I didn't think anyone was here" and disappeared.

Now I actually saw him, he looked very solid to me and saw him disappear.  What she saw was a kind of white mist form that quickly dissipated, but she saw the locked door open, heard him clear as day and she could smell him.  Nina was really freaked out about it, she actually made her doctor do an MRI because she was convinced that she must have a tumor or something (it was fine BTW).  The other lady heard him, but didn't see anything. 

Just about everyone who works in that building has seen or heard him.  I like to think he is still there looking out for everyone like he did for 40 years of his life.  The building management had the building checked for mold, mildew, other pathogens and unshielded wiring...nothing unusual was found.  I assure you I am a perfectly sane individual, I do not do drugs, I don't drink and have no history of mental illness neither does Nina or the other woman that works with us.  Nina is a believer now, the idea still frightens her sometimes though.

edited for proper verb usage  :)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: M-theory on May 03, 2009, 10:54:48 AM
I love you guys, but stories aren't going to change my mind. ;) Anyone have any theories about the clock thing?
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Daffydilly on May 03, 2009, 10:59:36 AM
Which kind of clock thing? The kind where time stops and you have an experience. Or the kind where it just goes nuts flashing different times?
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Dazi on May 03, 2009, 11:07:00 AM
I love you guys, but stories aren't going to change my mind. ;) Anyone have any theories about the clock thing?
#1 you just have a defective clock

or
#2 A person's own biochemistry/emf can affect clocks.  I have a friend that can't wear watches because of that, they just stop working after a couple of days. I can only wear certain watches. I have issues with clocks, fax machines, copiers and the back up battery on my computer... the tech guy has to come replace it every other month or so on both the computers I use at work while some people have had the same one for over a year.  I am not allowed to use the fax machine as it goes crazy whenever I go near it and the copier is a 50/50 deal.

The regular clock in my family room and my alarm clock are never correct, they both gain a few minutes every day.  When my DH sleeps on the clockside of the bed it doesn't happen. 

edited to add...and I also get shocked constantly, doesn't matter where I am at, I have walls shock me, other people, wooden doors, it is rather aggravating.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Melxb on May 03, 2009, 11:37:18 AM
#2 A person's own biochemistry/emf can affect clocks. 

I have a very good friend who has gone through about a dozen cell phones in about 4 years.  The batteries start smoking after a while.  Or they just short out and stop working.  They are all different types of phones.  He just busts them after a while.  It's a joke now amongst our friends.  Every 3 months or so he has a new phone because the other one literally doesn't work anymore.   ???
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Dazi on May 03, 2009, 11:39:47 AM
#2 A person's own biochemistry/emf can affect clocks. 

I have a very good friend who has gone through about a dozen cell phones in about 4 years.  The batteries start smoking after a while.  Or they just short out and stop working.  They are all different types of phones.  He just busts them after a while.  It's a joke now amongst our friends.  Every 3 months or so he has a new phone because the other one literally doesn't work anymore.   ???

that is why I went to prepaid phones, they are cheaper to replace   ;D
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Bratski on May 03, 2009, 11:45:29 AM
I have had experiences with the paranormal since I was a child. Some could definitely be explained with more mundane reasons. Others can't, or at least I haven't found any other way to describe them. I do believe in some sort of survival after death, but what that entails I have no idea.

Dazi, you've given me some courage to talk more about this and if I am not stepping out of line I have some questions for you. Can I PM you?

I talked about my work being haunted before and I have a couple more incidents to relate.

Most of the time I am not nervous or scared to be working all night alone. What happens most frequently is the footsteps in the hallway and what sounds like a chair rolling around in the comptroller's upstairs office. The biggest thing that happened to me was the volume on the computer being turned down (the knob) when I was the only person in the office and the cleaning lady was upstairs. In fact the first time it happened I thought it had been her, but the second time was definitely not.

Last week I was having a rough night. Every possible alarm and phone call came in. All I needed was a meteor crashing in the parking lot and I would have had everything happen. I was on the phone with a client when the french doors to the monitoring area opened and then closed. I put the client on hold and walked over to the doors. They started jiggling then one opened again. I stepped back and it shut again. I walked back over to my desk and told the client (who I am good phone friends with) I would call him back. The doors jiggled for about 5 minutes. I kept working but I was getting scared. I felt a bit foolish but I said out loud to leave me alone, I was quite busy. Then I put a chair in front of the doors. They jiggled again then stopped.

Sometimes you feel like someone is standing behind you and of course no one is there. Once when I was in the bathroom I heard someone talking in the kitchen. I couldn't make anything out but it sounded urgent. I talked to a couple of co workers and they have heard someone in the kitchen and one had the lights turn off and on in the hallway.

Almost everyone who has worked there has had something happen.

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: MDefarge on May 03, 2009, 11:54:07 AM
I love you guys, but stories aren't going to change my mind. ;)

Well then, with all due respect, if nothing is going to change your mind it seems to be well, baiting a bit to be asking people for their theories just to say "well I don't believe and you won't change my mind."  And even though you claim you didn't mean it to be *your* "theories" on why/how people see ghosts was, indeed a bit offensive.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Dazi on May 03, 2009, 11:58:33 AM
I have had experiences with the paranormal since I was a child. Some could definitely be explained with more mundane reasons. Others can't, or at least I haven't found any other way to describe them. I do believe in some sort of survival after death, but what that entails I have no idea.

Dazi, you've given me some courage to talk more about this and if I am not stepping out of line I have some questions for you. Can I PM you?

I talked about my work being haunted before and I have a couple more incidents to relate.

Most of the time I am not nervous or scared to be working all night alone. What happens most frequently is the footsteps in the hallway and what sounds like a chair rolling around in the comptroller's upstairs office. The biggest thing that happened to me was the volume on the computer being turned down (the knob) when I was the only person in the office and the cleaning lady was upstairs. In fact the first time it happened I thought it had been her, but the second time was definitely not.

Last week I was having a rough night. Every possible alarm and phone call came in. All I needed was a meteor crashing in the parking lot and I would have had everything happen. I was on the phone with a client when the french doors to the monitoring area opened and then closed. I put the client on hold and walked over to the doors. They started jiggling then one opened again. I stepped back and it shut again. I walked back over to my desk and told the client (who I am good phone friends with) I would call him back. The doors jiggled for about 5 minutes. I kept working but I was getting scared. I felt a bit foolish but I said out loud to leave me alone, I was quite busy. Then I put a chair in front of the doors. They jiggled again then stopped.

Sometimes you feel like someone is standing behind you and of course no one is there. Once when I was in the bathroom I heard someone talking in the kitchen. I couldn't make anything out but it sounded urgent. I talked to a couple of co workers and they have heard someone in the kitchen and one had the lights turn off and on in the hallway.

Almost everyone who has worked there has had something happen.



Any questions you have, I would be happy to answer....well assuming I have the answers that is   ;D
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: M-theory on May 03, 2009, 12:06:26 PM
I love you guys, but stories aren't going to change my mind. ;)

Well then, with all due respect, if nothing is going to change your mind it seems to be well, baiting a bit to be asking people for their theories just to say "well I don't believe and you won't change my mind."  And even though you claim you didn't mean it to be *your* "theories" on why/how people see ghosts was, indeed a bit offensive.

I beg your pardon?

1) When did I say I was automatically going to dismiss any theories provided?
2) When did I say I was going to vocally dismiss any theories provided?
3) The only thing I've expressed any strong skepticism in this thread about is ghosts - someone has already presented a non-ghost theory, even.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: M-theory on May 03, 2009, 12:08:04 PM
Which kind of clock thing? The kind where time stops and you have an experience. Or the kind where it just goes nuts flashing different times?

Check out this post here, please:
http://www.etiquettehell.com/smf/index.php?topic=25684.msg1341087#msg1341087
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: M-theory on May 03, 2009, 12:10:19 PM
I love you guys, but stories aren't going to change my mind. ;) Anyone have any theories about the clock thing?
#1 you just have a defective clock

or
#2 A person's own biochemistry/emf can affect clocks.  I have a friend that can't wear watches because of that, they just stop working after a couple of days. I can only wear certain watches. I have issues with clocks, fax machines, copiers and the back up battery on my computer... the tech guy has to come replace it every other month or so on both the computers I use at work while some people have had the same one for over a year.  I am not allowed to use the fax machine as it goes crazy whenever I go near it and the copier is a 50/50 deal.

The regular clock in my family room and my alarm clock are never correct, they both gain a few minutes every day.  When my DH sleeps on the clockside of the bed it doesn't happen. 

edited to add...and I also get shocked constantly, doesn't matter where I am at, I have walls shock me, other people, wooden doors, it is rather aggravating.

As my original post on the matter states, it's happened with 2 different clocks, 2 different cities, and 3 different residences. So if it's the clocks, that's quite a coincidence.

#2 is interesting. I also have the static shock problem, horribly, to the point that I bought one of those little anti-static devices for my keychain. Have you heard any sort of explanations for variations in people's personal emf?
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Tabris on May 03, 2009, 12:55:42 PM

As my original post on the matter states, it's happened with 2 different clocks, 2 different cities, and 3 different residences. So if it's the clocks, that's quite a coincidence.


Let me give a non-paranormal explanation for this, because it's happened to me too. And I do believe in paranormal phenomena.

I had a few watches that used to always be five minutes ahead. It wasn't all of them. They'd just get five minutes ahead and stay that way.

And if I ended the story there, you'd say it was the same kind of thing. But here we go.

1) It wasn't always exactly five minutes.
2) When it got to a certain point, I'd reset the clock. So it never got to, say, ten minutes ahead because I found that annoying.
3) after I reset it, it'd be fine for a few days (no one notices 2 minutes fast) but then at about 3 minutes fast, I'd see it again and say, "Oh, it's five minutes ahead again) because mentally, I'd round up.
4) at about 6 minutes and 7 minutes fast, I'm still in rounding distance of 5 minutes ahead b ecause again, who notices two minutes?
5) At 8 or 9 minutes ahead, I'd become irritated and set it back. And for two days, it'd be fine.

So you see what was happening: once I'd convinced myself that the watches were always five minutes fast, they *were* five minutes fast because I was perceiving them that way. In reality, they were probably gaining about a minute every day or two. When they got too far ahead, I'd set them back and that kept things in check so they never got to be, say, 56 minutes fast.

BTW, Dazi, unless you're my friend S.L. from my old job, there are two people out there who break computers just by using them. She used to just come lean against my monitor and my computer would crash. She also was a magnet for the paranormal.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: CG on May 03, 2009, 01:01:36 PM
The most I've had is certain locations that just creep the bejeezus out of me.

We went down to look at the campus at Baylor Univ. Mom went there, so of course that means it would be great for me, right?

I walked onto that campus and immediately knew that me going there was not an option. The fact that everyone on campus looked the same to me just reinforced it.

Mom, of course, thinks it's a bunch of hooey.

There are other places that I've walked in and immediately left because I was creeped out. I've never researched any of them to find out if anything had happened there or if there was a history of things.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: M-theory on May 03, 2009, 01:13:18 PM

As my original post on the matter states, it's happened with 2 different clocks, 2 different cities, and 3 different residences. So if it's the clocks, that's quite a coincidence.


Let me give a non-paranormal explanation for this, because it's happened to me too. And I do believe in paranormal phenomena.

Like a potentialist/self-manifesting thing, you mean? Or the watches were actually the correct time, but you were reading them as faster because of exasperation from past experiences? Sorry for my density. ;D
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Beyond The Veil on May 03, 2009, 01:26:20 PM
I am a supporter of electromagnetic manipulation myself. I really enjoy the experiments done by professionals on people who proclaim to be psipyres. I was, and still am a bit, skeptical - but because I have personal experiences with a man that was a self-proclaimed psipyre and become obsessed with whatever he could feed off of me, it became a bit surreal.

I've also heard some good interviews about dimensional possibilities as well. It doesn't just have to be dead people.  :) My granny has a good saying, "Koneko, don't be afraid of the dead. It's the living you have to worry about."
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Lurkergirl on May 03, 2009, 01:30:55 PM
 I don't believe I have posted this before if I have sorry...

The previous house we rented had ghosts.  The sad part is at least one was a young boy.  

I knew it was haunted when we moved in but the way I am I didn't mind.  When I started unpacking the kitchen and putting things in the cupboards they kept being knocked back out at me.  After the first couple of times I simply stated that I wanted to place them there and to leave them be.  They stayed put after that till my husband tried to put something away LOL.  

When my husband showered we had one of those kinda see through curtains.  He thought my son had walked in on him till he moved the curtain and noone was there.  I was glad he warned me about that one since it happened to me a couple of times too.

When the kids were at thier fathers house on his weekends we would hear someone downstairs playing and occasionally calling out either mom or dad.  Took a bit to get used to that since sometimes we would forget the kids weren't down there calling us.  I will never get used to having to send my kids to thier fathers every other weekend.  

My husband ended up losing his job and we moved back in with his mother so we can save money to try to find an affordable place.  My husband used to see ghosts here when he was little.  Actually had an incident where he had a bunch of friends over and one appeared scaring most of them.

After we first moved in the downstairs bathroom door used to slam closed and lock itself.  We changed the doorknob since it was old and got it to stop locking at least.  The radio upstairs will turn itself on and the tv will change the channel on it's own.  

I have problems with static electricity, clocks and lightbulbs.  I get shocked from everything so i make it a habit to touch alot of things to try to discharge it.  My watch never stays on the correct time.  But digital clocks are fine.  And lightbulbs blow out with me next to them regularly.  When I was younger I actually bolted across a room.  I had been sitting on a couch reading a book when I jumped up and darted across the room.  My dad looked at me like I was nuts till right afterwards the lightbulb I had been under literally exploded showering glass everywhere.  I had thought I had heard the pop before I got up.  But it actually happened after I was safely out of the way.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: MDefarge on May 03, 2009, 01:38:22 PM
I love you guys, but stories aren't going to change my mind. ;)

Well then, with all due respect, if nothing is going to change your mind it seems to be well, baiting a bit to be asking people for their theories just to say "well I don't believe and you won't change my mind."  And even though you claim you didn't mean it to be *your* "theories" on why/how people see ghosts was, indeed a bit offensive.

I beg your pardon?

1) When did I say I was automatically going to dismiss any theories provided?
2) When did I say I was going to vocally dismiss any theories provided?
3) The only thing I've expressed any strong skepticism in this thread about is ghosts - someone has already presented a non-ghost theory, even.

I'm sorry but I don't think you understand what I'm saying  - in this thread people are posting ghost stories - because they believe/have seen ghosts - so it's not a theory, it's what they have seen - you are saying you aren't going to dismiss any theories, but you have already (and repeatedly) said you don't believe in ghosts and nothing will change your mind - do you not see how those two statements can be seen as contradictory?


Anyone have any theories? I'd really rather not believe in ghosts. :P


I believe. To my core. I don't believe they are here to hurt us or even really to scare us. But they are here.

I have seen them.

I respect that. I don't believe in them, however.

My response to that is always "but I have seen them."

I am really curious, what do you think the visions/feelings/apparations/sightings/etc. that thousands of people have, are?

Well, OK. But I still don't believe in them.

Wishful thinking, night terrors/old hag syndrome, unusual environmental conditions, mental illness ranging from stress to full-on hallucinations, drugs, unexpected drug/drug or drug/other substance interactions...




I'm not the only poster insulted by the assumption that the only way I could have seen a ghost is if I had a mental illness or was on drugs - do you really not see how that is a dismissive thing to say?
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Tabris on May 03, 2009, 01:44:08 PM

As my original post on the matter states, it's happened with 2 different clocks, 2 different cities, and 3 different residences. So if it's the clocks, that's quite a coincidence.


Let me give a non-paranormal explanation for this, because it's happened to me too. And I do believe in paranormal phenomena.

Like a potentialist/self-manifesting thing, you mean? Or the watches were actually the correct time, but you were reading them as faster because of exasperation from past experiences? Sorry for my density. ;D

Just what I said: the watches always ran fast, but until they hit a certain threshold I didn't perceive them as fast, and when they got over a certain threshold I found them too fast and set them back to a "don't perceive them as fast." But they'd stay in that middle range most of the time (3 to 8 minutes fast) so I mentally chalked them up as always jumping to five minutes fast.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Daffydilly on May 03, 2009, 02:29:51 PM
I love sharing ghost stories! When I read about other people's experiences, I don't think I'm as crazy! When I was growing up, my aunt began researching local history and I think that in a way love transcended time. There was a certain local pilot who had flown back in the early days of aviation. My aunt spent hours each summer studying microfilm newspapers for information about aviation and other aspects of hometown history.
She began to feel like there was a presence next to her at times and then she'd find an article about the pilot. And through some bizarre series of meetings on the street, she met his nephew, located someone else who had old photograghs of him and constantly felt he was there encouraging her. When she helped put together a pictoral history of our town, his photographs disappeared from where she had put them. And after she spent several weeks searching the house, the pictures reappeared right where she had first put them.
And I have to say, seeing his pictures with that smile of his! Oh la la!
Sometimes I wonder if he's going to be waiting at the edge of her bed when she passes into the next world. I think he is...
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: ccnumber4 on May 03, 2009, 02:32:33 PM
Sefaeria, I love that story!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: M-theory on May 03, 2009, 02:41:38 PM
I'm sorry but I don't think you understand what I'm saying  - in this thread people are posting ghost stories - because they believe/have seen ghosts - so it's not a theory, it's what they have seen - you are saying you aren't going to dismiss any theories, but you have already (and repeatedly) said you don't believe in ghosts and nothing will change your mind - do you not see how those two statements can be seen as contradictory?
...
I'm not the only poster insulted by the assumption that the only way I could have seen a ghost is if I had a mental illness or was on drugs - do you really not see how that is a dismissive thing to say?

I haven't asked anyone to prove anything to me about ghosts. I'm not interested in having anyone prove anything to me regarding ghosts because, as I said, even if I were to "see a ghost" I wouldn't believe it. I was referring to my clocks perpetually being 30 minutes fast. Can you please explain to me how clocks 30 minutes fast=ghosts?

Can you show me where I said drugs or mental illness are the only way people can see ghosts? I'm rereading the very passage you quoted, and I also see reference to unusual environmental conditions and wishful thinking.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: M-theory on May 03, 2009, 02:42:49 PM

As my original post on the matter states, it's happened with 2 different clocks, 2 different cities, and 3 different residences. So if it's the clocks, that's quite a coincidence.


Let me give a non-paranormal explanation for this, because it's happened to me too. And I do believe in paranormal phenomena.

Like a potentialist/self-manifesting thing, you mean? Or the watches were actually the correct time, but you were reading them as faster because of exasperation from past experiences? Sorry for my density. ;D

Just what I said: the watches always ran fast, but until they hit a certain threshold I didn't perceive them as fast, and when they got over a certain threshold I found them too fast and set them back to a "don't perceive them as fast." But they'd stay in that middle range most of the time (3 to 8 minutes fast) so I mentally chalked them up as always jumping to five minutes fast.

Hmm, well, I still think it would be quite a coincidence that both an ordinary nature sounds alarm clock and an atomic clock would be inherently fast. But it's something to think on.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Msunderstatement on May 04, 2009, 12:36:04 PM
Something wierd happened about a month ago.  I was watching tv in bed, and it was on the History Channel, about the Exodus and how the Israelites were crossing the Sea of Reeds, not the Red Sea, and the Egyptians drowned because they actually got tangled in the reeds, etc.  I turned it off, because I thought "Yeah, the Egyptians with their might chariots didn't know about their own terrain and how to avoid sinking." So I put the tv remote on the table and I go to sleep.  Well, a few hours later I hear something. I see that the tv is on again!  This time to a religious station that has some drama on the Exodus (not the "Ten Commandments" -- which is one of my favorite movies btw).  I thought, wow, what a coincidence, because I was watching that subject on the HC.  Then I looked for the remote, and there it was, on the table!

How did  that tv get turned on by itself?  Well, maybe it was somebody's garage opener?  But why at 3 o'clock in the am?  And then I hit me: I had programmed my tv to skip that religious station!  That was very wierd that it went to a blocked station!  I would have this situation happen a lot in the past, and then it would stop.  It often revolved around this religious station, or AMC or TCM.  I wonder why not the other stations, like VH1?  Maybe my ghost likes to watch those channels? 

One time, I couldn't find my bedroom tv remote, so I got up and manually changed the channels and then turned it off.  I settled down and slept.  Around 2 am, something hits my face.  I find out it's the tv remote.  Maybe my ghost returned the remote?

I have problems with my clocks always going 10 to 15 minutes early too, and even my cell phone. I don't know how that happens.  And the tap in the downstairs bathroom seems to always be turned on full blast, but there's no one there doing it.

I sometimes take additional work as a night watchperson.  I am the only one in the building, and besides the hydraulics mechanism of the elevator, there is very little noise.  I sometimes hear a man clearing his throat, but when I go looking, there's no one there.  In another building, I would hear someone walking, but there's no one there.

I always laugh out loud whenever these things happen.  Laughing seems to make the ghost, if that's what it is, go away.

In my old home, there were a lot of wierd stuff.  I would hear a woman sighing or children's feet running in the living room, while I'm on the living room.  And sometimes doors would be opened even though I was sure I closed them, and vice versa. I used to be scared back then.

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Team HoundMom on May 04, 2009, 01:36:42 PM
And the tap in the downstairs bathroom seems to always be turned on full blast, but there's no one there doing it.

This happened once in my old apartment, but I think it was just an air bubble in the pipe.  Scared the bejeezus out of me though.  :P  The only other weird thing was when I came home one day to find my toilet seat up.  I am female. I live alone.  Guaranteed-y the toilet seat is left down.  It was just weird and nobody who had my spare key ever mentioned making a "pit stop".  Plus only females had my spare key.

Keep the spooky stories coming..... 8)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: CuriousGeorge on May 04, 2009, 01:43:17 PM
I just love this thread.  :)

I haven't decided whether or not I truly believe in ghosts (I lean more towards yes), but this is one of my most favorite topics in the whole world.  I live for this stuff.  ;)

About 4-5 years ago, my husband & I were sitting in the bedroom of the house we lived in at the time.  One of our bedroom windows faced the patio we had in our backyard.  Our entire backyard was fenced in and the main (and only) door to gain entrance was attached to our patio.  Which means it was also attached to the frame that was right up against the wall of our bedroom (right at the head of our bed).

In other words, if anyone ever opened that door, it would slam and rattle our bedroom wall (it was one of those big, heavy wooden doors/gates).  I can't tell you how many times I scared the crap out of guests who didn't know about that gate and would jump when I'd go outside to check the grill or something.   >:D

At any rate, my husband and I were sitting there one afternoon (this was when we had our computer in our bedroom, so he was checking email and I was watching TV on our little bedroom set).  We had the curtains & blinds open since it was nice & sunny outside.  I turned my head to say something to my husband when I saw a tall, skinny man in dark blue jeans and a dark blue T-shirt walk right past our window that faces the patio.

I quick jumped up and went outside, thinking it was our neighbor (who was also our landlord before we bought our current house) coming over to check on our new air conditioner, etc.

It took me no more than 5-10 seconds to go outside and our backyard at this house was gigantic, so by the time I opened the door, I should have just been running into him.  But there wasn't a single person out back.  I walked the perimeter of our entire backyard (we had a small cubby area that someone could hide in), but found nobody.

I went and checked our patio/fence door/gate and it was secure.  And then I realized that we hadn't heard (or felt!) the door/gate slam shut, which means there is no way someone could have entered or exited our backyard without some sort of noise (even if they scaled the fence, which I doubt, since it was over 6 1/2 feet high, and like I said earlier, it seriously was no more than 5-10 seconds before I got outside).

To this day I have no clue what it was.  I had asked our landlord later to see if he had come into our backyard (he fit the description - he was tall and thin and almost always wore dark blue jeans and some kind of t-shirt), but he said it wasn't him.

Thinking about it doesn't creep me out, but I'm dying to know what it really was.  If it was an actual ghost, someone who had somehow gotten out of our backyard (I seriously don't know how they could have), or me just going crazy, I dunno, but I love to think of the possibilities.  :)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Scuba_Dog on May 04, 2009, 03:50:16 PM
The possible UFO sighting happened Hallowe'en night 2007.
I was working the backshift and because of the night it was I had someone working with me. Turned out I got more than help, I got a witness of sorts too.

I was out on the back porch having a smoke and looking up at the sky when I noticed a star moving back and forth.
I looked down at the ground thinking I may have been swaying a bit while looking straight up. I looked again and the star was still moving. It moved back and forth, up/down and at one point spiralled. I called my co worker out to look after a minute of watching this. She stood there, looked for a few seconds and told me she didn't want to know what that was. She went back in and wouldn't talk about it later.

It looked exactly like a star. White, bright and about average star size. I don't know how many miles up it was or how much distance it was crossing while flying about, but it was a fair distance. It moved quickly and it seemed to fully stop at times and it would change direction suddenly. There were no fireworks going on in that area and I looked about for search lights.

I haven't seen anything like that again but I pay more attention to the sky and the stars now.

I saw something very similar to that last summer.  It was the strangest thing I have ever seen in the skies and to this day, I still wonder if my brain just didn't malfunction for a moment.

Also, bumping this because I want to post my other experience, but I want to finish reading the thread first.  It's taking me awhile, I had to stop last night because I was getting a bit spooked and was home alone.  Marinehubby is home now, so I can finish it and then post.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Daffydilly on May 04, 2009, 05:38:47 PM
The first time I found this thread, I read the whole thing alone. Late into the night. By the time I finished, I was so freaked out about ghosts and mirrors I didn't sleep!  ;D

I've also seen a shiny star object dancing around in the sky. Except it was full daylight and there was no way a star should be visible in mid afternoon. It was fast and moved around a large deal of the horizon. Totally not a normal model airplane or whatever my mum thought I was mistaking it for.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Beyond The Veil on May 04, 2009, 07:49:44 PM
I have too many "ghost" accounts to talk about, and am uncomfortable disclosing the other experiences while dealing with clients - but I did see something strange that I witnessed with my granny. As a child I enjoyed using my telescope, but some nights I liked to sit outside and just ponder over the beauty of the universe on a blanket. That night there was an extremely bright "star" in the sky, brighter than I'd ever seen. I opened my book to find out what it was, and my granny came outside to offer me a snack and make sure I was fine late at night in the back yard. I talked to her briefly about the "star" and she saw it too, then went back inside. I looked down at my book and started to look through it again. Keep in mind this was around midnight and the "star" never, ever moved the whole time and I viewed it over twenty minutes. I looked up from my book to look at it again and it was gone. It vanished. My granny came back out after I was flipping through pages puzzled and she asked how it was going, and I told her to look... she noticed it was gone too, and acknowledged it was weird as well. I was only about eight but I won't forget it, it was very strange and I still don't know what to think till this day.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Dazi on May 05, 2009, 05:15:08 PM
I was talking to my DF about this thread and he told me about somethings I did but was too young to remember.  mostly between 2-5 years old

#1  My DF, GF and DU were all self employeed.  They used to take me with them if they had major business deals so they could find out if they were getting lied to.  I do remember my dad taking me car shopping with him for this purpose.

#2  My GM (my DM's mom) used to have me pick her lotto numbers, apparently I won her quite a bit of money.  It is really a shame I can't do that for myself, but it doesn't work like that.

#3  I used to tell people when they were going to die and/or in major accidents and to diagnose uncommon ailments....this did not go over so well as I was often correct in the when and how.

#4  I very vaguely remember visiting the Myrtle's Plantation when I was maybe 3/4ish (though I didn't know the name of the place until I came across it channel surfing one day).  I remember playing with a little girl in a blue dress about my own age on the side porch in front of a set of french doors.  DF said for months I kept asking to go back to play with my new friend Kaddy Woodwoo (don't you love kiddie ramblings).  They finally figured out I was trying to say Katie Woodruff (sp?).
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: DottyG on May 05, 2009, 05:22:08 PM
Who's Katie Woodruff?

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: DottyG on May 05, 2009, 05:24:06 PM
Nevermind. Googled it.

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Dazi on May 05, 2009, 05:28:02 PM
Who's Katie Woodruff?



oops I left that part out didn't I...Katie Woodruff is one of the purported ghosts there.  I never saw any others 
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Xallanthia on May 06, 2009, 09:24:56 AM
This may be a ghost or spirit thing...

A friend of mine suffered a miscarriage a year ago, and was really torn up about the anniversary, so I mentioned to her that in my church it was common to pray for the dead and I would pray for her baby.  When I was praying last night, I realized in the middle of my prayers that I had been consistently calling the baby "he," even though the mc happened too early to know the baby's gender.  Now, I don't always get a sense of what gender a baby is going to be, when a friend is pregnant, but when I do, I've not been wrong yet.  So I just decided to go with it and continued calling baby "he."  Then, I wondered if she had named him, and if so, what name she had chosen.  I considered asking her but decided not to, figuring that this might cause her more pain.

This morning I woke up to a message from her thanking me for my prayers, which then went on to say that she'd never told anyone this before but felt strongly she should tell me now: she'd always thought that the baby had been a boy and had named him, and then told me the name.

I suppose it may be coincidence, but I rather prefer to think that God and/or her little one gave us both a nudge last night.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Tabris on May 06, 2009, 09:51:55 AM
At my daughter Emily's funeral, after Communion, my husband started crying. It was only later that he told me, when he knelt to pray after receiving Communion, he heard a voice in his head saying, "It's okay, Daddy."

Mr. Tabris is the most grounded person on earth, kind of like Scully from the early X-Files episodes, and I'm not sure he'd believe in ghosts even if one showed up, handed him a passport with stamps from The Great Beyond, and offered to take a lie detector test.

A week after Emily died, before I went to sleep, I prayed, "I wish I could hold her," and then I felt her as if she was snuggled up against my shoulder and chest. So I stayed there, imagining her (I was awake) and feeling her just as strongly as if she were actually there.

So Xalianthia, was that ghostly or was that God giving a nudge or was that just imagination? Who knows? But sometimes, I think our babies do come back and look out for their moms.

I forget if I mentioned previously in this thread the time I saw Emily (http://www.etiquettehell.com/smf/index.php?topic=13392.msg273812;topicseen#msg273812), or the time my son heard from her (http://www.etiquettehell.com/smf/index.php?topic=20507.msg453659;topicseen#msg453659).

ETA: I found both of them in other threads. Advanced search is an awesome feature.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: LadyClaire on May 06, 2009, 10:18:49 AM

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#2 A person's own biochemistry/emf can affect clocks.  I have a friend that can't wear watches because of that, they just stop working after a couple of days. I can only wear certain watches. I have issues with clocks, fax machines, copiers and the back up battery on my computer... the tech guy has to come replace it every other month or so on both the computers I use at work while some people have had the same one for over a year.  I am not allowed to use the fax machine as it goes crazy whenever I go near it and the copier is a 50/50 deal.

The regular clock in my family room and my alarm clock are never correct, they both gain a few minutes every day.  When my DH sleeps on the clockside of the bed it doesn't happen. 

edited to add...and I also get shocked constantly, doesn't matter where I am at, I have walls shock me, other people, wooden doors, it is rather aggravating.

My mom is the same way. Watches go dead on her within days. Lightbulbs burn out faster than they should in every house she's ever lived in. Electronics malfunction in odd ways around her.

I have the same problem, but to a lesser extent. Watches die on me quickly, but not as fast as they do on her. Though I once picked up one of DF's watches and it stopped working. He tried changing the battery and it was still dead. He used to work for a watch store doing minor repairs, and couldn't find anything wrong with it. It just wouldn't work anymore.

I've also had electronics malfunction or die on me repeatedly. When I worked retail, they had constant problems with the cash registers. The night I worked inventory, the inventory scanner malfunctioned and started sending data to corporate from 1998. It was 2005 when I worked in that store. The timeclock at the place I work now stopped working..but only for me, and one other woman. It would work for everyone else but us. She told me she has the same electronic killing problem. It wouldn't let us clock in at all. I have also killed two computers.

I get shocked constantly. Not little bitty shocks, but big painful shocks you can hear because the pop is so loud when it happens. I killed a thumbdrive of DF's because it shocked me when I picked it up off the desk. When he plugged it in, it didn't work at all.

Luckily digital cameras appear to be safe from me. I've never killed one of those.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Xallanthia on May 06, 2009, 10:22:31 AM
All this stuff about killing electronics is interesting to me.  When I was younger I was the opposite--I would sit down at the computer and do the EXACT SAME THING someone else just did, that didn't work, and it would work for me.  I can also set pretty much any watch or clock without instructions, even if it's complicated, although I'm more inclined to think that's just because I've had a lot of practice.

The computer thing has kind of gone away, though.  I'm fairly computer-neutral now.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: WonderWoman on May 06, 2009, 11:15:56 AM
I have a few stories, but I will share my most recent.

I work in an office space in an old department store. The store is still in business, they just gave my organization some unused space that had been converted to offices some time ago.

The office space is entered through locked doors that are just off the sales floor. We keep the doors locked to avoid random people wandering in mistaking us for the bathroom, corporate office, etc. The door is old and loud.

The set up is, once you enter the locked doors, you go through a foyer, then down a hall where you pass my office on the left, a kitchenette a little farther on the right. The hall ends at an office and then doglegs to the left, where you have another office on your right, then a door that we also keep locked. Beyond this door is some former sales floor area that was walled off at some point. There also is some unused office space back there. It is rather dark and creepy back there and we never go in there. We actually have a bunch of folding chairs and tables propped up against the door and the wall because we are lacking storage and we never, ever use the door.

Anyway, I work with two other people in this little office space. One morning I arrived early. I locked the front door and looked around the office to make sure no one was there (we are in an urban area and you just never know what you'll find. The homeless like to use the store restrooms.) It was empty.

I went into my office, sat at my desk and called my DH. While on the phone, out of the corner or my eye I saw my co-worker pass my door on her way to her office. I told DH that co-worker was there and I needed to speak with her.

I got off the phone and called out a "Good morning" to my co-worker. She didn't reply. I got up and walked toward her office and realized that her light was not on. I walked through our office space and there was no one there. Then I realized that I had not heard anyone open and close the front door.
The back door was locked and blocked. So no one could have exited that way silently.

I am positive I saw someone walk past my office.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Namárië on May 06, 2009, 11:32:23 AM
All this stuff about killing electronics is interesting to me.  When I was younger I was the opposite--I would sit down at the computer and do the EXACT SAME THING someone else just did, that didn't work, and it would work for me. 

I'm a "fixer" too! I "fixed" my mother's computer again this weekend by sitting in front of it.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: LadyClaire on May 06, 2009, 11:44:16 AM
All this stuff about killing electronics is interesting to me.  When I was younger I was the opposite--I would sit down at the computer and do the EXACT SAME THING someone else just did, that didn't work, and it would work for me.  I can also set pretty much any watch or clock without instructions, even if it's complicated, although I'm more inclined to think that's just because I've had a lot of practice.

The computer thing has kind of gone away, though.  I'm fairly computer-neutral now.

hey, my place of employment is hiring..wanna come balance out my electronics destroying effect??
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Giggity on May 06, 2009, 12:34:26 PM
Bloody Mary> no way in hell will I try that.

For the record, it doesn't work, saith the chica who tried it umpteen times during adolescence.

I suspect that wherever she may be, Mary Tudor has found herself a nest of Protestants and is trying diligently to persecute them.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Giggity on May 06, 2009, 01:05:40 PM
This is not necessarily paranormal, but freaky still - has anybody heard of the "number stations" that are recorded by ham radio operators..?  They are freaky to listen to thats for sure, even though it is rumored that they are just code for spies overseas... especially the ones that use children's voices. 

..I'm going to get my ham radio license eventually.. but I don't know what I'd do if I actually came across one real-time.  ;)   

For some reason, just thinking about these gives me goosebumps and a congested feeling in my sinuses. YIKES.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: DottyG on May 06, 2009, 01:07:22 PM
Oh, Tabris.  You made me tear up.  What a sweet story about your husband and your precious baby.

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: artifical sweetner on May 12, 2009, 11:07:03 AM
i love this thread, i actually signed up finally to de-lurk and share my stories.

so i have this weird phenomenon that follows me/my family.

it all started in my original house when i was a kid in North NJ. We lived in a house where an old woman had fallen out a second story window and died, but since she lived alone, no one found her for a couple weeks. (Whether this has relevance to our particular haunting i do not know but i think it probably plays into it.)

Now, one time my mom went down into the basement and was doing laundry and noticed the washer lid was open - during the SPIN cycle. this is a top load washer and the fact that it opened when it should be locked was odd. Not like gravity plays a part…

she shrugged it off and we wound up moving into an apartment a couple years later in central jersey while our new house was being built. it happened again. different washer and everything! top load lid to washer opened itself during the spin cycle...

so we move into our new house and i was of age where my mom began to tell me this story of the “laundry lady”. of course im a huge skeptic and think shes making it up to play with me. well here we are new house, ANOTHER new washer and ...yes its happening again...it happens several times (ive lived there now 17 years). it happened to me once but i was still "eh" about it...not really believing it.

well I go off to college. At my university,  the laundry rooms had side load washers and these suckers would lock for life (especially because if you opened it mid cycle gallons of water would pour out unlike a top-load washer).

One night I go to get my load and with 10 or so minutes left in the spin cycle the DOOR IS OPEN. No water on the floor nothing…these washers would stay locked usually even if you unplugged them.

After that I was thoroughly convinced the “laundry lady” follows us around.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: LadyPekoe on May 12, 2009, 04:35:54 PM
My grandmother's niece just passed away (she was 80, my grandmother is 90).  My grandmother has dementia but she called up my mother (an oddity, my grandmother rarely calls anyone) and told my mom a long story about a dream she had about my mom's cousin Mary on the day she passed away.  GM and Mary were having a great conversation but Mary got increasingly difficult to understand.  Finally she faded away.  GM kept saying that Mary had keys in her hands.  When my mother told one of her cousins this story she was told Mary was found by the paramedics with keys in her hands and my GM had the dream the night she died.  Nobody told GM this information before she told the story of her dream.

Strange but comforting.  I think Mary came to tell GM goodbye.  They were close friends for Mary's entire life and she was my mother's godmother.   
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: wonderfullyanonymous on May 12, 2009, 05:18:55 PM
At my daughter Emily's funeral, after Communion, my husband started crying. It was only later that he told me, when he knelt to pray after receiving Communion, he heard a voice in his head saying, "It's okay, Daddy."

Mr. Tabris is the most grounded person on earth, kind of like Scully from the early X-Files episodes, and I'm not sure he'd believe in ghosts even if one showed up, handed him a passport with stamps from The Great Beyond, and offered to take a lie detector test.

A week after Emily died, before I went to sleep, I prayed, "I wish I could hold her," and then I felt her as if she was snuggled up against my shoulder and chest. So I stayed there, imagining her (I was awake) and feeling her just as strongly as if she were actually there.

So Xalianthia, was that ghostly or was that God giving a nudge or was that just imagination? Who knows? But sometimes, I think our babies do come back and look out for their moms.

I forget if I mentioned previously in this thread the time I saw Emily (http://www.etiquettehell.com/smf/index.php?topic=13392.msg273812;topicseen#msg273812), or the time my son heard from her (http://www.etiquettehell.com/smf/index.php?topic=20507.msg453659;topicseen#msg453659).

ETA: I found both of them in other threads. Advanced search is an awesome feature.

I had a similar experience. I had a miscarriage at 17 weeks. While I was in the hospital, the nurses would occasionally ask if I wanted to see him. I told them no, as I wanted to remember him in my mind as a healthy baby. I didn't want to hold him and study him for whatever it was that caused him to pass. I did however, feel enormously guilty for not wanting to hold him, even though I felt justified.

A few days later, I was sitting on my bed, talking to him, because I wanted him to know I still thought about him. I apologized to him for not wanting to see him, and I told him why, and told him I was sorry. A few seconds later, what felt like the weight of the world was being lifted off my shoulders. From that moment, my guilt left, and I haven't felt guilty since. I do still feel bad, that I didn't see him, but I don't have that guilty weight on my shoulders any more.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Eris Historia on May 13, 2009, 06:23:08 PM
Well, I guess I'll add my story to the mix. Through high school, I worked at a nursing home. Well, part of my job at night would involve taking new water and ice and cups to the residents, then I would have to wash the old ones in the kitchen washroom, just off the dining room, which was empty because all of the kitchen staff would be done for the night. Well, usually I would just go into the dining room, not turn on the light there because then the other staff would think a resident had forgotten where they were and ended up there, but then I would turn on the light in the washroom to wash the dishes. I would wash the dishes, then turn off the light in the washroom, and walk across the dining room to enter the hallway again. Next to the door on the way out was the head cook's office with a giant window facing the dining room.

Well, on this night I did everything like usual. As I was walking out the dining room, in the dark of course, and as I was walking out the door, I swear that I saw a hand press up on the window in the head cook's office. I know that this wasn't just her in there or a reflection from something else. Her computer was off so no reflection from that. I, of course, ran out of the room
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: bionelly on May 14, 2009, 12:36:26 AM
All this stuff about killing electronics is interesting to me.  When I was younger I was the opposite--I would sit down at the computer and do the EXACT SAME THING someone else just did, that didn't work, and it would work for me. 
I'm a "fixer" too! I "fixed" my mother's computer again this weekend by sitting in front of it.
Huh, that's interesting!  I work at the self-checkout in a grocery store, and several times a day somebody will have a problem, and I go over and watch what they're doing while they do the same thing they just did so I can figure out what's going on, and it works with no problem.  I sometimes joke that the machine just wanted me to come over there, but it never occurred to me that it could be something like this!  I've also always had a way with getting things (especially computers) to work, but I just never really thought anything of it.  I'll be paying more attention to it now!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: atlantic coast mom on May 14, 2009, 08:44:57 AM
I loved my grandfather with all of my heart, I was his first grandchild and was know to all the family as "Sam's little maid" because I followed him everywhere from the time I could walk.  Just to add - the use of the word "maid" is not meant as a servant, in Newfoundland "maid" is often used as a term of endearment for a female.  We remained close even during the tempestuous teen years, nothing pleased him more than for me to sing to him and for me, I would sit for hours listening to him tell me about his childhood and the strange and wonderful things he saw when fished "on the Labrador".

Grampy died suddenly when I was 21, I lived away from home at the time and still remember watching my great uncle pulling into the driveway and wondering if I had enough barbeque chicken for the extra people (24 years later I still can't eat barbeque chicken, it makes me ill).  Poor Uncle Delbert, he tells me that nothing in his life prepared him for the pain he had to cause by telling me that Grampy was gone.  They tell me that my wail of grief was something none of them had ever heard before, personally I don't remember.

Most everything else is a blur a mixture of tears, anguish and, oddly enough, laughter since you can't have my extended family together without everyone sharing memories both sad and funny.  At the funeral, just after the first hymn started, I heard Grampy's voice saying "Sing to me".  I sang every hymn.  My grandmother said afterwords that it was a comfort to her to hear my voice and when my mom asked what made me start to sing, didn't scoff when I told her about hearing him.

Even though he's been gone almost 24 years, sitting here I can still hear those words, Sing to me.  Oh how I miss him.

ACM
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Shoo on May 19, 2009, 10:12:52 PM
My 9 year old daughter shares my interest in the paranormal.  She is particularly interested in orbs and capturing them in pictures.  We have several -- many of which are of her on Halloween and other special occasions.  There always seems to be a visitor or two in her pictures! 

She's been begging me to take her to some local cemeteries at dusk/evening so she can take pictures and capture some images of her own.  Finally, this past Sunday. (while her father is out of town :)) we went out.  The place we took the most pictures is a little old cemetery out in a very rural area of the county.  It's picturesque, and charming, but creepy at the same time.

Out of the 167 pictures taken, there were no orbs.  However, there were THESE pictures that I am not going to show my daughter.  Not until she's way past the age of trying to sleep in my bed. :)

This first one freaks me out big time.  These light beams were not there when the picture was taken.  I promise.  There is a figure of someone in one of them.  We were completely alone in the cemetery.  I about had a heart attack when I saw this picture:

(http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb192/PTKB_Mitchell/051709055resized.jpg)

The next picture was taken as my daughter walked around the cemetery, speaking to *whoever* might be listening, telling them what she was doing, asking them to please be in her pictures, don't be afraid, things like that.  This was just a random shot she took.  I see a man's face in the tree:

(http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb192/PTKB_Mitchell/051709060resized.jpg)

This picture is of a huge old tree that overlooks the infant and children section of the graveyard.  This area is where a lot of babies and little kids are buried.  I see the face of an infant in the bark of this tree:

(http://i208.photobucket.com/albums/bb192/PTKB_Mitchell/051709084resized.jpg)

I have another one that came out blurry, but there is a transparent figure in it.  I didn't post it because I think it might be hard to see it if you can't enlarge it.

I've promised my daughter we'll go out again some time. There are a lot of little old graveyards scattered around the countryside around here.  Weird way to spend a lovely Sunday?
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: sooverit on May 20, 2009, 09:56:46 AM
Shoo- that first picture gave me total goosebumps!!!

I can't see the faces but i'm not good at that stuff...   :P
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Shoo on May 20, 2009, 10:01:02 AM
Shoo- that first picture gave me total goosebumps!!!

I can't see the faces but i'm not good at that stuff...   :P

In the first tree photo, it's the tree on the right.  Look for the patch of sunlight about near the top and you'll see a man's face.

In the other tree photo, the infant's face is about a foot from the ground, right in the middle.  I should mention that in the original photos (which are HUGE files), it is a lot easier to see these images.  Sizing them down makes them less obvious, I think.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Esther_bunny on May 20, 2009, 12:14:54 PM
At my daughter Emily's funeral, after Communion, my husband started crying. It was only later that he told me, when he knelt to pray after receiving Communion, he heard a voice in his head saying, "It's okay, Daddy."

Mr. Tabris is the most grounded person on earth, kind of like Scully from the early X-Files episodes, and I'm not sure he'd believe in ghosts even if one showed up, handed him a passport with stamps from The Great Beyond, and offered to take a lie detector test.

A week after Emily died, before I went to sleep, I prayed, "I wish I could hold her," and then I felt her as if she was snuggled up against my shoulder and chest. So I stayed there, imagining her (I was awake) and feeling her just as strongly as if she were actually there.

So Xalianthia, was that ghostly or was that God giving a nudge or was that just imagination? Who knows? But sometimes, I think our babies do come back and look out for their moms.

I forget if I mentioned previously in this thread the time I saw Emily (http://www.etiquettehell.com/smf/index.php?topic=13392.msg273812;topicseen#msg273812), or the time my son heard from her (http://www.etiquettehell.com/smf/index.php?topic=20507.msg453659;topicseen#msg453659).

ETA: I found both of them in other threads. Advanced search is an awesome feature.

I had a similar experience. I had a miscarriage at 17 weeks. While I was in the hospital, the nurses would occasionally ask if I wanted to see him. I told them no, as I wanted to remember him in my mind as a healthy baby. I didn't want to hold him and study him for whatever it was that caused him to pass. I did however, feel enormously guilty for not wanting to hold him, even though I felt justified.

A few days later, I was sitting on my bed, talking to him, because I wanted him to know I still thought about him. I apologized to him for not wanting to see him, and I told him why, and told him I was sorry. A few seconds later, what felt like the weight of the world was being lifted off my shoulders. From that moment, my guilt left, and I haven't felt guilty since. I do still feel bad, that I didn't see him, but I don't have that guilty weight on my shoulders any more.

Ok, this made me cry. I'm so sorry this happened to you.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: wonderfullyanonymous on May 20, 2009, 05:04:53 PM
I didn't mean to make you cry.

He is better where he is, not sick or hurting. I think he is his younger brothers guardian angel, and trust me, his younger brother needs one. The weirdest thing, I think, is that I ended up giving YS the same name as I had picked out for his GA. As hard as I tried, I kept coming back to the name Joshua. I even tried putting it in the middle spot, and it kept falling back into the first spot. I did change the middle name, and for the life of me, I can't remember what I had picked out. So youngest son is named Joshua Christian, Joshua, after his brother that passed.


Shoo's pictures reminded me of some pictures that a couple of girls brought in to be developped when I was in photo.  These girls had gone to a reported haunted house to take pictures, to see what they would come up with. Every picture had orbs in them, and when I was talking to the girls when they picked them up, they said it felt like they were being followed on and off. There was one picture where one of the girls was sitting on a bench, and there was an orb floating over them, and the sitting girl said it felt like someone was sitting next to her.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: beezelbear on June 01, 2009, 08:20:58 AM
This isn't exactly a ghost story, but it sort of fits....

On Friday I lost to cancer one of my dogs, who had been a Therapy dog in Pediatrics at a local hospital for many years.  His liver and bone marrow had both completely shut down, and so Friday morning we made the decision to let him go.  I called over to the hospital on Saturday to let them know what happened, and a few hours later one of the nurses called me back to ask what time Ripley had died.  After I told her the time, she let me know that one of the cancer patients we had been seeing for some time, a little boy named John, had also died on Friday afternoon.  She then told me that shortly before he died John, who had been in a semi-catatonic state, opened his eyes and said "Wait for me Ripley!" in a very clear, happy voice.  He then fell back into unconsciousness and died 10-15 minutes later. 

John's mother called me yesterday afternoon to talk to me about it as well, and she said that one of John's biggest fears about dying was being alone - that as much as she talked to him about heaven and family members waiting for him that he couldn't shake the fear that he would be all alone.  She said that she thinks Ripley waited for John so that he wouldn't have to feel alone in heaven. 
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: matf on June 01, 2009, 10:30:38 AM
For those who have seen star-like lights that move fast, (in a straight line), they actually could have been satellites. I learned last year that you can see satellites with the naked eye. They look like stars, and move fairly quickly across the sky. I saw one that traversed a large portion of the visible sky in about 10 minutes. (I'm not making any claims about lights that make spirals and such -- but I do think it's really cool that you can actually see satellites!)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Samantha on June 01, 2009, 11:55:32 AM
This isn't exactly a ghost story, but it sort of fits....

On Friday I lost to cancer one of my dogs, who had been a Therapy dog in Pediatrics at a local hospital for many years.  His liver and bone marrow had both completely shut down, and so Friday morning we made the decision to let him go.  I called over to the hospital on Saturday to let them know what happened, and a few hours later one of the nurses called me back to ask what time Ripley had died.  After I told her the time, she let me know that one of the cancer patients we had been seeing for some time, a little boy named John, had also died on Friday afternoon.  She then told me that shortly before he died John, who had been in a semi-catatonic state, opened his eyes and said "Wait for me Ripley!" in a very clear, happy voice.  He then fell back into unconsciousness and died 10-15 minutes later. 

John's mother called me yesterday afternoon to talk to me about it as well, and she said that one of John's biggest fears about dying was being alone - that as much as she talked to him about heaven and family members waiting for him that he couldn't shake the fear that he would be all alone.  She said that she thinks Ripley waited for John so that he wouldn't have to feel alone in heaven. 

That brought tears to my eyes. It's so sweet, but so sad at the same time.

I'm sorry to hear about Ripley, but I hope that it brings comfort to you to know that even in death he was able to bring comfort to John.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Esther_bunny on June 01, 2009, 12:14:49 PM
This isn't exactly a ghost story, but it sort of fits....

On Friday I lost to cancer one of my dogs, who had been a Therapy dog in Pediatrics at a local hospital for many years.  His liver and bone marrow had both completely shut down, and so Friday morning we made the decision to let him go.  I called over to the hospital on Saturday to let them know what happened, and a few hours later one of the nurses called me back to ask what time Ripley had died.  After I told her the time, she let me know that one of the cancer patients we had been seeing for some time, a little boy named John, had also died on Friday afternoon.  She then told me that shortly before he died John, who had been in a semi-catatonic state, opened his eyes and said "Wait for me Ripley!" in a very clear, happy voice.  He then fell back into unconsciousness and died 10-15 minutes later. 

John's mother called me yesterday afternoon to talk to me about it as well, and she said that one of John's biggest fears about dying was being alone - that as much as she talked to him about heaven and family members waiting for him that he couldn't shake the fear that he would be all alone.  She said that she thinks Ripley waited for John so that he wouldn't have to feel alone in heaven. 

That brought tears to my eyes. It's so sweet, but so sad at the same time.

I'm sorry to hear about Ripley, but I hope that it brings comfort to you to know that even in death he was able to bring comfort to John.

My eyes are also tearing up... a very sweet and sad story.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: sooverit on June 01, 2009, 12:31:09 PM
This isn't exactly a ghost story, but it sort of fits....

On Friday I lost to cancer one of my dogs, who had been a Therapy dog in Pediatrics at a local hospital for many years.  His liver and bone marrow had both completely shut down, and so Friday morning we made the decision to let him go.  I called over to the hospital on Saturday to let them know what happened, and a few hours later one of the nurses called me back to ask what time Ripley had died.  After I told her the time, she let me know that one of the cancer patients we had been seeing for some time, a little boy named John, had also died on Friday afternoon.  She then told me that shortly before he died John, who had been in a semi-catatonic state, opened his eyes and said "Wait for me Ripley!" in a very clear, happy voice.  He then fell back into unconsciousness and died 10-15 minutes later. 

John's mother called me yesterday afternoon to talk to me about it as well, and she said that one of John's biggest fears about dying was being alone - that as much as she talked to him about heaven and family members waiting for him that he couldn't shake the fear that he would be all alone.  She said that she thinks Ripley waited for John so that he wouldn't have to feel alone in heaven. 

That brought tears to my eyes. It's so sweet, but so sad at the same time.

I'm sorry to hear about Ripley, but I hope that it brings comfort to you to know that even in death he was able to bring comfort to John.

My eyes are also tearing up... a very sweet and sad story.

Me too...

Beezelbear I'm so sorry for your loss but I hope that his passing brought comfort to John.  What a beautiful story.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: jaxsue on June 01, 2009, 12:59:02 PM
This isn't exactly a ghost story, but it sort of fits....

On Friday I lost to cancer one of my dogs, who had been a Therapy dog in Pediatrics at a local hospital for many years.  His liver and bone marrow had both completely shut down, and so Friday morning we made the decision to let him go.  I called over to the hospital on Saturday to let them know what happened, and a few hours later one of the nurses called me back to ask what time Ripley had died.  After I told her the time, she let me know that one of the cancer patients we had been seeing for some time, a little boy named John, had also died on Friday afternoon.  She then told me that shortly before he died John, who had been in a semi-catatonic state, opened his eyes and said "Wait for me Ripley!" in a very clear, happy voice.  He then fell back into unconsciousness and died 10-15 minutes later. 

John's mother called me yesterday afternoon to talk to me about it as well, and she said that one of John's biggest fears about dying was being alone - that as much as she talked to him about heaven and family members waiting for him that he couldn't shake the fear that he would be all alone.  She said that she thinks Ripley waited for John so that he wouldn't have to feel alone in heaven. 

There goes my mascara. Thank you for the touching story. I truly believe that John wasn't alone. Gives us all hope.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Lady Snowdon on June 01, 2009, 01:06:17 PM
Sunday morning, I had a kind of strange experience.  I've gone over all of the "logical" explanations, and I still can't make sense of it.  Here goes:

Around 9 am Sunday morning, I let my dog out in the backyard to do his business.  While he was sniffing around, I was standing on our deck, and I suddenly heard a knocking noise, coming from the  side of our house.  I looked over and didn't see anything.  The dog had stopped and was staring at the side of the house as well.  I told the dog, "Smokey, it's okay." and I heard the knocking noise again, this time sounding like it was coming from the same side of the house, but up on the second floor.  Over the next ten minutes or so, I heard knocking and pounding noises all coming from that one side of the house, but varying as to whether it sounded like it was on the ground floor, the second floor or the basement.  Towards the end, it was a kind of continuous pounding noise.  They'd die off a bit, but every time I spoke, it would start up again.

Once I let Smokey back inside, I went downstairs to the basement, to see if I could see anything there.  Nope, nothing there.  DH was asleep upstairs.  There was no one near our front door, and I didn't see any of the neighbors outside at all.  I'm still not sure what was going on.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Ripley on June 01, 2009, 02:24:01 PM
OK, I have another story.  actually it's my DB story.  For awhile my Db and family was living in another state.  He and his family would get together with some of their friends and hang out.  So according to my DB his friends where over his house and they  had got done eating pizza and where watching a movie.  Db gets a hankering for another slice of pizza goes into the dining room and thinks he sees some shadows moving.  He blows it off. He gets his pizza starts to walk back to the living room hears scraping sound. Looks back thinks he sees pizza box move and more shadows.  He freaks everyone comes into dining room.  while they are all looking pizza box goes flying across the room, they swear they hear "Get Out".  They all freak out grab kids and take off out of the house.  Eventually they go back in and look around find nothing, pizza box on the floor still.  Friends spend the night, they all slept downstars together.  With the lights on.

As a footnote:  Friend later tells DB that his wife can sometimes see things, she doesn't like to talk about it but wanted to warn my BD.  And goes on to tell him that she saw these little dark creatures in the house.  She didn't say anything, because she didn't want to freak  anyone out at the time. She said that she was fearful for DB  because she seen a creature on his back. Anyway after several more events, DB did eventually move out of the house.


 
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: DottyG on June 01, 2009, 03:08:33 PM
Sunday morning, I had a kind of strange experience.  I've gone over all of the "logical" explanations, and I still can't make sense of it.  Here goes:

Around 9 am Sunday morning, I let my dog out in the backyard to do his business.  While he was sniffing around, I was standing on our deck, and I suddenly heard a knocking noise, coming from the  side of our house.  I looked over and didn't see anything.  The dog had stopped and was staring at the side of the house as well.  I told the dog, "Smokey, it's okay." and I heard the knocking noise again, this time sounding like it was coming from the same side of the house, but up on the second floor.  Over the next ten minutes or so, I heard knocking and pounding noises all coming from that one side of the house, but varying as to whether it sounded like it was on the ground floor, the second floor or the basement.  Towards the end, it was a kind of continuous pounding noise.  They'd die off a bit, but every time I spoke, it would start up again.

Once I let Smokey back inside, I went downstairs to the basement, to see if I could see anything there.  Nope, nothing there.  DH was asleep upstairs.  There was no one near our front door, and I didn't see any of the neighbors outside at all.  I'm still not sure what was going on.

That one could have been a woodpecker.  They sound just like what you're describing.  And, you sometimes can't see them doing it.  Just hear the sound.

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: DaysOfPineAndRoses on June 10, 2009, 01:13:00 PM
If I think of someone I haven't seen in a long time, they show up.  No matter how long they have been out of the picture.

There are two teenaged boys who live around here.   Yesterday, it occurred to me they have a younger brother and I wondered why I hadn't seen him in a very long time.  As I recall, it was last year.

Later that afternoon, he just came strolling by with the two older ones.

It happens all the time.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: DaysOfPineAndRoses on July 01, 2009, 08:34:06 PM
I just heard this one.

My sister stayed at a hotel famous for a staircase ghost.

She ended up in a room right next to the stairway.

She heard someone clomping up and down the stairs all night and was terrified. :o
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Kaora on July 02, 2009, 02:44:00 AM
This is not necessarily paranormal, but freaky still - has anybody heard of the "number stations" that are recorded by ham radio operators..?  They are freaky to listen to thats for sure, even though it is rumored that they are just code for spies overseas... especially the ones that use children's voices. 

..I'm going to get my ham radio license eventually.. but I don't know what I'd do if I actually came across one real-time.  ;)   

I'm still reading the rest of this topic, so I'll probably have a reply posted later containing a couple of my stories, but I just wanted to reply to this one.  ;)

My sister has a shortwave radio she lets me borrow, and we share our mum's (much older) radio.

At the time, sister and I were in the same room and spent a lot of the night just conversing before I told her I was tired, I needed to go to sleep.

Well, she woke me up around 10, 20 minutes later and had apparently pulled out her shortwave and headphones.  She told me:

Big Sis:  Asuyuka... Asuyuka... wake up... numbers station...

Me: (though not very polite, it's lighthearted) You've got to be f'in kidding me...

She wasn't, I was so happy and creeped out to pick up our first, V2a.  It has a pretty regular airing here, around midnight every Saturday-going-on-Sunday and Sunday-going-Monday.  ;D
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: atirial on July 02, 2009, 03:24:11 AM
shoo your pictures reminded me of a slightly spooky one I took a while back.

I was taking photographs of an Avro Lancaster for an article, and while I was taking them I didn't notice anything odd. When I loaded them onto the PC at actual size I got a real shock. One of them has an image of what looks like a man's face by the cockpit.

Understandably, it wasn't one of the ones I used for the article.


Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Lady Snowdon on July 02, 2009, 08:16:40 AM
My aunt told me a couple stories this past week that had chills racing up and down my spine.

When my cousin K was a little kid, they lived in a cute green house over by my grandparents.  K had two imaginary friends, "Jhampa" and "Kigi", that he played with all the time.  When K was about 6 or 7, they moved to the ranch they're at now, but Jhampa and Kigi didn't follow them.  My aunt didn't think anything of it, just figured he was old enough to not have imaginary friends anymore.  Except that, one time, she was talking to K about when they lived in the green house, and K said, "Yeah, Jhampa and Kigi didn't want to move with us...they have to stay at the green house."  Slightly creepy.  My aunt thinks possibly "Jhampa" was "Grampa", as K has said he was an old person. 

Second story: My uncle owns a landscaping business, and my aunt works in his shop as an office manager.  The shop is said to be haunted by a ghost named Stan.  Doors will open and close by themselves, and you'll hear footsteps walking around.  My aunt didn't really believe in it, until something very strange happened to her.  She needed to go in the back of the shop to refill her waterglass.  My uncle had parked his Bobcat (small piece of earth-moving equipment) right in front of the door leading to the back, so when you opened the door you could see the bobcat emblem painted on it.  My aunt opened the door, and instead of seeing the bobcat, she instead saw the silhouette of a person's head on the white side of the Bobcat.  She announced, "I'm closing the door now", closed it, reopened it, and saw the bobcat emblem as usual.  She told me "I didn't believe in Stan before, but I certainly do now!".
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Giggity on July 02, 2009, 08:29:17 AM
I'm still reading the rest of this topic, so I'll probably have a reply posted later containing a couple of my stories, but I just wanted to reply to this one.  ;)

My sister has a shortwave radio she lets me borrow, and we share our mum's (much older) radio.

At the time, sister and I were in the same room and spent a lot of the night just conversing before I told her I was tired, I needed to go to sleep.

Well, she woke me up around 10, 20 minutes later and had apparently pulled out her shortwave and headphones.  She told me:

Big Sis:  Asuyuka... Asuyuka... wake up... numbers station...

Me: (though not very polite, it's lighthearted) You've got to be f'in kidding me...

She wasn't, I was so happy and creeped out to pick up our first, V2a.  It has a pretty regular airing here, around midnight every Saturday-going-on-Sunday and Sunday-going-Monday.  ;D

Asuyuka, you just gave me goose bumps! I have never heard a number station live - only some recordings I find online - and hearing one as it broadcasts is one of my small dreams.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: CrayonOutlines on July 02, 2009, 11:43:25 AM
I have never heard a number station live - only some recordings I find online - and hearing one as it broadcasts is one of my small dreams.

What's a number station?
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Giggity on July 02, 2009, 11:50:27 AM
Shortwave radio stations that broadcast strings of words, letters, or numbers; the voices may be artificially created. Fascinating stuff!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Numbers_station
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: xena2560 on July 02, 2009, 07:04:41 PM
arent' they spy stations?
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Kaora on July 02, 2009, 08:10:55 PM
I'm still reading the rest of this topic, so I'll probably have a reply posted later containing a couple of my stories, but I just wanted to reply to this one.  ;)

My sister has a shortwave radio she lets me borrow, and we share our mum's (much older) radio.

At the time, sister and I were in the same room and spent a lot of the night just conversing before I told her I was tired, I needed to go to sleep.

Well, she woke me up around 10, 20 minutes later and had apparently pulled out her shortwave and headphones.  She told me:

Big Sis:  Asuyuka... Asuyuka... wake up... numbers station...

Me: (though not very polite, it's lighthearted) You've got to be f'in kidding me...

She wasn't, I was so happy and creeped out to pick up our first, V2a.  It has a pretty regular airing here, around midnight every Saturday-going-on-Sunday and Sunday-going-Monday.  ;D

Asuyuka, you just gave me goose bumps! I have never heard a number station live - only some recordings I find online - and hearing one as it broadcasts is one of my small dreams.

The airing's have started to become irregular here, but its around 0700 UTC (0800 not on DST :D, or Midnight here) on 8580khz usually, every Sunday and Monday.  It's great to hear, and I can sometimes pick up other Ham Ops or morse code stations.  :P

Now, I'm on page 24 of this topic and I finally gave up and gave in to ADD.  ;D (I will finish reading it!)

I have two stories here, but a ton more I can pull out.

A little background on my house in preparation of a few more stories.

I live in the Western US, in a state known for its sun and beaches, only I live more in a gigantic desert that we share we a neighboring state, the Mojave.  :P

The house is new, my dad contracted it be built just before my big sis was thought of.  It used to sit on a gigantic ranch, up until the 70's, and where we are is where a part of the farmhouse used to be.

Well, I usually get creepy feelings or swear I see shadows if I'm out front during the night, unless there is someone else with me.  Sometimes, its not even at night, it will happen during the day if I'm the only one in the house.

We've had a ton of odd incidences, I even caught a voice on a computer recording I was doing (still have it, if anyone wants me to post it  ;D), but this story really takes the cake.  I'm still heebeejeebed o_o

You see, the house is setup so we have a front door, to the left as you enter is the living room/ dining room, forwards is the hallway where bedroom one is on the left, just across from the bathroom, and bedroom 2 is also on the left (my bedroom).  The master bedroom is just across from mine.

To the right is the kitchen, which is open to the family room.  The family room goes to the garage and backyard.

This means I can see the start of the hallway and a bit of the dining room from where my computer is in the family room.

The TV, sofa and recliners are situated on the other end of the family room, and this is where sister and I were sitting down and talking at some strange hours of the night, listening to satellite radio through our Dish.

Well, we were just getting to the end of a song and suddenly we all heard a voice.  It sounded deep, kind of like a call, but definitely female, and it was speaking a tongue I wouldn't recognize.  Did I mention it was LOUD?

She, my older sis, turned to me and asked "Did you hear that?" I could see our Tribble, a rather plump British Shorthair, standing on all fours on the couch, looking to the end of the hallway, where the voice was.

It repeated itself.  It did so three and four times and we began to talk about possibly getting mum.

Now, to get to her bedroom, we have to go through the hallway.  I got the guts too, stupid as I was, I told her I would get mum.

I started walking down the hallway when I heard the voice AGAIN, behind ME, and started hearing a kind of distinct footstep, complete with a heel-toe click-clack, and like maybe something was tied to its ankle and was rattling with each step?

I kind of threw myself under the covers and waited a few moments in total fear before I heard it no more and went to get mum.  She heard us out, thankfully, and I got hugs.

On retrospect, the voice sounded Indian, but we haven't heard it again since.

----

Story 2 isn't ghosty, just strange.

I have a bad habit of being on the computer for all hours of the night (big sis does too) and as long as she's up I feel relatively safe.

Well, I was on AIM until maybe 10, 11 here?  Bad girl, I was.

My bf, Tom, IMs me and we chat for a bit.  Good chat, nothing special about it.  We just talk about anything for, say, about twenty minutes, a half hour or so.  ;)

He then tells me that, brb, he is going to get on his computer now.

It turns out he fell asleep in his bed and somehow dreamt he was IMing me, until he realized this was happening in reality.

And before you ask, I do have proof he wasn't pulling a prank on me.  The IM program I has will display someone's logged in time, even if they are set to appear offline.  The IM program actually listed him as offline.

...That one kind of creeps me out.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Scuba_Dog on July 02, 2009, 08:23:49 PM
We've had a ton of odd incidences, I even caught a voice on a computer recording I was doing (still have it, if anyone wants me to post it  ;D), but this story really takes the cake.  I'm still heebeejeebed o_o



Ummm, YES, please post it!  ;)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Kaora on July 02, 2009, 10:06:25 PM
I found it  ;D

Will upload and link very shortly.

http://rapidshare.com/files/251285821/smallevp.mp3.html

Linked  :P

It's really quiet, if someone wants me to alter it (Audcaity), I can.

At the time it was recorded, and I went back and heard it, I thought it sounded like a little kid saying don't or something like that.

ETA 2:

http://rapidshare.com/files/251286949/smallevpedited.mp3.html

Edited from the original clip.  It's the isolated sound, and its been amplified.  Yes, I know its not very clear.  But it is, right?  :)

Also, the click at the end is my mouse.  I'm kicking myself for using the computer while doing this.  :P
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Scuba_Dog on July 02, 2009, 10:13:25 PM
I found it  ;D

Will upload and link very shortly.

http://rapidshare.com/files/251285821/smallevp.mp3.html

Linked  :P

It's really quiet, if someone wants me to alter it (Audcaity), I can.

At the time it was recorded, and I went back and heard it, I thought it sounded like a little kid saying don't or something like that.

I couln't hear anything, it was really quiet.  Your stories are great though!  Sounds like you live in a really neat place!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Kaora on July 02, 2009, 10:15:13 PM
I found it  ;D

Will upload and link very shortly.

http://rapidshare.com/files/251285821/smallevp.mp3.html

Linked  :P

It's really quiet, if someone wants me to alter it (Audcaity), I can.

At the time it was recorded, and I went back and heard it, I thought it sounded like a little kid saying don't or something like that.

I couln't hear anything, it was really quiet.  Your stories are great though!  Sounds like you live in a really neat place!

I added an edited version.  It's still not clear, but its louder.  ;D

ETA: Oh, and I'm rude.  Thank you kindly for your comment.  :-[
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Scuba_Dog on July 02, 2009, 10:20:59 PM
I found it  ;D

Will upload and link very shortly.

http://rapidshare.com/files/251285821/smallevp.mp3.html

Linked  :P

It's really quiet, if someone wants me to alter it (Audcaity), I can.

At the time it was recorded, and I went back and heard it, I thought it sounded like a little kid saying don't or something like that.

I couln't hear anything, it was really quiet.  Your stories are great though!  Sounds like you live in a really neat place!

I added an edited version.  It's still not clear, but its louder.  ;D

My speakers have been blown a bit, so that could be why I still can't hear it.  I do hear the mouse click though. 
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Scotty Dog on July 03, 2009, 12:29:31 AM
The last time I saw, rather than felt,  a ghost was when I visited Culloden, which is the site of the last battle fought on British soil.

Culloden itself is a very spooky place. When you go there the first thing you notice is the silence; you can't hear the cars from the road, there's no bird song and the birds fly round rather than over the site.

Anyway, I was standing on a viewing platform at dusk looking over the battlefield when I saw a youngish man dressed in tatty highland clothes walking over the battlefield. I thought it was a tour guide so looked away for a second and when I turned back the man had vanished. At the time, I thought he'd walked into the heather, which is about 6 feet tall, and that's why I couldn't see him any more.

When I got back to the visitor centre I mentioned that I wished I'd known that they did tours at dusk as I'd have loved to have gone on it. The people there said that they never did tours and asked me to describe what I had seen. When I explained they said I'd seen one of the many ghosts that are around there.

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: jaxsue on July 03, 2009, 08:22:11 PM
Last month I went on a late-night tour of the Old Red Mill museum in NJ. This is a location that was investigated by Ghost Hunters and found to be haunted.

It's a 1700s mill that has seen a lot of death and sadness. A lot of men have died getting caught in the machinery, one was murdered there, and even children died there.

During the tour several things happened. One woman felt a tug on her coat (that happened during the GH show as well) and there were many cold spots.

The experience I had was on the top level of the mill (it has 4 levels). The room was full of old equipment. I was near a corner and as I turned to leave a small stone came from the corner and hit my leg. There was no way for someone to be in the corner - it was full of machinery. And there was no way the stone could have come from anywhere else. Of course I was happy to have the experience!

I believe my sensitivity lies mainly in feeling emotions. The overwhelming impression I had from the place was sadness, and I only felt that way while in the mill.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Kaora on July 04, 2009, 02:15:56 AM
Another story.  Just a quickie for tonight.

We are pet lovers in my house.  We hope they love us as much.

Throughout my life, I remember three dogs and seven cats.  Not all at once, but we currently have three of the last.

We had a dog named Nikki when I was small, and she was with us for ten years.

She was a very sweet and kind dog, if not a mischief maker.  But she made sure to keep two of ours cats, Andy and Callie, and just kittens at this time, safe and well groomed and played with, like her own puppies.  She loved every kid she came across, and had no discrimination, as she has hopped in the animal control car just to give licks and love (she ran out of the house before we could catch her, AC gave her back to us.  ;D)

We took a trip to Las Vegas for a week, and when we came back we saw her standing there, skinnier than before, but standing, waiting for us to come home.

Earlier in the year, she had been diagnosed with a small rough patch where the vet thought she was coughing too much and causing irritation.

It turns out, after we took her to the vet, just after we came back, it was a cancerous tumor and it had spread to her brain.  She waited the entire week for us to come home, probably in a lot of pain, but she held in there.

We had a week until we put her down, too.  We took tons of pictures of her and said our farewells, and she was gone.

Later that night, though, my mum was sitting out in our living room and reading when she heard Nikki's panting behind her and her breathe on her neck.  Mum turned around and it stopped, we think she came to say farewell.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Outdoor Girl on July 06, 2009, 08:50:28 AM
I believe my sensitivity lies mainly in feeling emotions. The overwhelming impression I had from the place was sadness, and I only felt that way while in the mill.

Has anybody else been on the Alcatraz tour?  I felt an overwhelming sense of sadness and depression on the tour.  It was facinating and I'm glad I went but if I ever go back to San Fran, I think I'll pass on visiting Alcatraz again.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: stargazer on July 06, 2009, 05:35:05 PM
I found it  ;D

Will upload and link very shortly.

http://rapidshare.com/files/251285821/smallevp.mp3.html

Linked  :P

It's really quiet, if someone wants me to alter it (Audcaity), I can.

At the time it was recorded, and I went back and heard it, I thought it sounded like a little kid saying don't or something like that.

ETA 2:

http://rapidshare.com/files/251286949/smallevpedited.mp3.html

Edited from the original clip.  It's the isolated sound, and its been amplified.  Yes, I know its not very clear.  But it is, right?  :)

Also, the click at the end is my mouse.  I'm kicking myself for using the computer while doing this.  :P

I can definitely hear the "don't" in the first clip, but I had my speakers turned up loud.  I can't play the second clip - the site says there's an error and it's been downloaded its maximum of 10 times.  ???
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: JustEstelle on July 07, 2009, 06:59:10 PM
The most I've had is certain locations that just creep the bejeezus out of me.

We went down to look at the campus at Baylor Univ. Mom went there, so of course that means it would be great for me, right?

I walked onto that campus and immediately knew that me going there was not an option. The fact that everyone on campus looked the same to me just reinforced it.

Mom, of course, thinks it's a bunch of hooey.

There are other places that I've walked in and immediately left because I was creeped out. I've never researched any of them to find out if anything had happened there or if there was a history of things.

I'm a Baylor alum.  I'm guessing that you just didn't want to go to Baylor.  There is absolutely NOTHING weird about the place.  I'm a sensitive, and I think I would have felt it in the four years I was there.  Baylor isn't a good fit for everyone.  I hope you were happy in what you chose, as I am in my choice of going to Baylor.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Froslass on July 08, 2009, 06:09:45 AM
Wow, this is all really spooky!  I have nothing of worth to add, I just want to follow it.  ;)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: alegria on July 08, 2009, 09:16:15 AM
I believe my sensitivity lies mainly in feeling emotions. The overwhelming impression I had from the place was sadness, and I only felt that way while in the mill.

Has anybody else been on the Alcatraz tour?  I felt an overwhelming sense of sadness and depression on the tour.  It was facinating and I'm glad I went but if I ever go back to San Fran, I think I'll pass on visiting Alcatraz again.

Alcatraz didn't bother me, but then again I am a firm believer in corporal punishment, so perhaps any presences knew they wouldn't get sympathy from me.  ;)

I have two stories to share:

1)  In my Introduction to Materials Engineering course my freshman year in college, one of our guest speakers was on the topic of metal stress and he had various samples from wrecks and so on around the world.  One of these pieces was from the Titanic and was passed around with the rest.  That piece was from the hull right next to where one lifeboat nearly dropped on top of another one, where they had to cut the ropes on the first to get away before being squished...it "told" me so.

The traveling Titanic exhibit was very interesting but also slightly creepy, especially with the large section of hull.  I didn't touch that one...

2) When I was twelve years old, my paternal grandfather passed away from advanced metastasized breast cancer.  At 6:07am that morning my mother was woken up by a hug and a feeling of gratitude and well-wishes.  Later that morning she got the call from my Nana telling her that Granddad had passed away.  Mom asked "what time" and Nana responded "around 6:00am this morning."  Mom firmly believes that it was her FIL giving her a hug on his way out, knowing what would happen in our family soon afterwards.  She did not tell Nana about it, of course.  ;)

When she told me about it, I was only upset that I didn't get a hug too.  I never had any incidents until after puberty, however, so that's probably why.  :)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: jaxsue on July 08, 2009, 11:51:50 AM
The last time I saw, rather than felt,  a ghost was when I visited Culloden, which is the site of the last battle fought on British soil.

Culloden itself is a very spooky place. When you go there the first thing you notice is the silence; you can't hear the cars from the road, there's no bird song and the birds fly round rather than over the site.

Anyway, I was standing on a viewing platform at dusk looking over the battlefield when I saw a youngish man dressed in tatty highland clothes walking over the battlefield. I thought it was a tour guide so looked away for a second and when I turned back the man had vanished. At the time, I thought he'd walked into the heather, which is about 6 feet tall, and that's why I couldn't see him any more.

When I got back to the visitor centre I mentioned that I wished I'd known that they did tours at dusk as I'd have loved to have gone on it. The people there said that they never did tours and asked me to describe what I had seen. When I explained they said I'd seen one of the many ghosts that are around there.



Awesome story. I can only imagine the psychic imprint on that place.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Dazi on September 07, 2009, 02:35:13 PM
I have lived with a ghost before...I guess it shouldn't shock me that one has moved in...he was definitely not here when I bought the place.

My DB came to visit a few weeks ago and proceeded to inform me that I may want to "clean house" because a spirit has taken up residence in my guest room. 

I know, his name is JD.  He scared the bejeeezus out of my DH (and me one day before I realized he was there)...my cats love him.  He is waiting for his wife to pass and as he was the original owner of my home, I just don't feel right kicking him out.   I found out from someone else that the wife recently moved into a nursing home and put the house she was living in up for sale.

My DH who was very much a sceptic before meeting me, told him he could stay...but to leave the cats alone because the constant chattering was driving him crazy.  That surprised my DB more because he knew my DH was *the sceptic* of all things paranormal...he has since changed his views.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: ica171 on September 07, 2009, 07:52:04 PM
I have lived with a ghost before...I guess it shouldn't shock me that one has moved in...he was definitely not here when I bought the place.

My DB came to visit a few weeks ago and proceeded to inform me that I may want to "clean house" because a spirit has taken up residence in my guest room. 

I know, his name is JD.  He scared the bejeeezus out of my DH (and me one day before I realized he was there)...my cats love him.  He is waiting for his wife to pass and as he was the original owner of my home, I just don't feel right kicking him out.   I found out from someone else that the wife recently moved into a nursing home and put the house she was living in up for sale.

My DH who was very much a sceptic before meeting me, told him he could stay...but to leave the cats alone because the constant chattering was driving him crazy.  That surprised my DB more because he knew my DH was *the sceptic* of all things paranormal...he has since changed his views.

I would have a hard time kicking him out, too.  It doesn't sound like he's causing trouble at all, just waiting at "home" for his wife to join him in the afterlife.  I think it's sweet.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Dazi on September 08, 2009, 06:32:15 AM
I have lived with a ghost before...I guess it shouldn't shock me that one has moved in...he was definitely not here when I bought the place.

My DB came to visit a few weeks ago and proceeded to inform me that I may want to "clean house" because a spirit has taken up residence in my guest room. 

I know, his name is JD.  He scared the bejeeezus out of my DH (and me one day before I realized he was there)...my cats love him.  He is waiting for his wife to pass and as he was the original owner of my home, I just don't feel right kicking him out.   I found out from someone else that the wife recently moved into a nursing home and put the house she was living in up for sale.

My DH who was very much a sceptic before meeting me, told him he could stay...but to leave the cats alone because the constant chattering was driving him crazy.  That surprised my DB more because he knew my DH was *the sceptic* of all things paranormal...he has since changed his views.

I would have a hard time kicking him out, too.  It doesn't sound like he's causing trouble at all, just waiting at "home" for his wife to join him in the afterlife.  I think it's sweet.

I am thinking he didn't want to go to the nursing home...for whatever reason.  My home was the first home he owned and he was the original owner...After I got a name out of him, I pulled the documentation on the house to look.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Suze on September 08, 2009, 04:49:26 PM
JD probobably doesn't want to witness his beloved going through whatever it is she goes through in a days time.

and he knows that she will come "home" when it is her time.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: CrayonOutlines on September 08, 2009, 08:09:19 PM
I am thinking he didn't want to go to the nursing home...for whatever reason.  My home was the first home he owned and he was the original owner...After I got a name out of him, I pulled the documentation on the house to look.

How'd you get a name out of him?  I'm quite curious!  Did he do it in a way that you actually heard with your ears or was it more of a mental thing?
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Dazi on September 09, 2009, 06:30:37 AM
I am thinking he didn't want to go to the nursing home...for whatever reason.  My home was the first home he owned and he was the original owner...After I got a name out of him, I pulled the documentation on the house to look.

How'd you get a name out of him?  I'm quite curious!  Did he do it in a way that you actually heard with your ears or was it more of a mental thing?

I talked to him, assured him I wasn't afraid of him and asked him (it took a few tries...several days in fact)...I heard it in my head the first name, very clearly...the second was more difficult as it is really not that common of a name  (I had to work that one out to be honest, it took me about 2 weeks).   Then it dawned on me that it sounded very similar to the woman's name we bought the house from. I haven't seen him other than glimpses, not full bodied like the little blond girl I see paying here sometimes.  He still startles me occasionally.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Dazi on September 10, 2009, 05:28:41 PM
a conversation with a coworker...I was sitting near the copy machine reading a book...and very absorbed in my reading

CW: Dazi. Dazi. Dazi!
me: What? <hearing beeping in background>
CW: You are aggravated aren't you?

Me: yeah, a little...why? (I had been getting uber annoying phone calls all day)
CW:  I need you to move, the copier won't work.

me: fine <gets up moves to other end of room>...copier starts working
that machine really doesn't like me...
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Mopsy428 on September 19, 2009, 10:30:07 PM
I've been meaning to post this, but things got a bit insane: Last Saturday, my boyfriend "Marc" and I went to our favorite "quaint" little town and stayed in a pretty nice hotel. The hotel has a bar, and one side is a glass wall that looks out into the lobby/door by the banquet area. Marc and I dumped our things in the hotel room, and went down to the bar. We sat down about the center of the room, with the lobby to our side. We noticed there was a wedding party that was hanging out in the lobby. We ordered drinks and looked at the menu.

The drinks come, and we place our order. (I had a sip of my drink.) I looked over my shoulder at the wedding party for awhile to see the bridesmaids' dress and the bride's wedding gown. I noticed that there was a man sitting at the table a few feet away from us. He was older, wearing khakis and a white shirt, was bald on top, but had white hair around the edges. I noticed he had a Roman nose. Here's the weird part: I must have looked away for less than a second. I turned my head to look at Marc, looked immediately back, and the man was gone! I looked around, but he wasn't in the bar.

I said to Marc, "Where did that guy go?" He asked, "What guy?" I described him, and Marc said he didn't see him, even though we were both looking at the wedding party. It was so strange! Even stranger was that I wasn't freaked out; I just thought it was really, really bizarre.

I looked up the hotel on-line, and I didn't find any reports of "ghostly" activity. Hmmmm....

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: MightyMouse on September 20, 2009, 02:21:02 AM
Well I had another one two nights ago!  I was lying in bed waiting to fall asleep ( I had gone to bed only a few minutes prior to this), when all of a sudden I distinctly felt somebody sit on my bed!  Now, my sister and I share a room, she has the top bunk of our bunk beds, but this was NOT her climbing down!  I kicked my leg thinking my blanket was collapsing or something, and then I felt whatever it was sit down again, then again!  I bolted upright to see what was there, and of course, nothing.  This is the only time I've ever felt scared by anything weird happening in my house.  Another story I just remembered happened over a year ago, I believe.  My boyfriend was hanging out at my house and we decided to turn on Ghost Hunters.  The second, and I do mean the second, I turned the show on, the porch light, which we had on in case our outdoor kitties showed up, went off.  I went over and flicked the switch on and off for about a minute, then I went to tell my mom that the porch light burned out.  My mom looked at me and said, "That's impossible.  I just changed the bulb a week or two ago."  She and I went back out to the living room, and I triumphantly flipped the switch to prove I was right.  Well not so much, because when I flipped the porch light switch for my mom, the porch light turned back on.  Thank goodness my boyfriend was there, otherwise I'm sure my mom would never have believed me. 
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: jaxsue on October 14, 2009, 08:42:15 PM
I'm resurrecting this old thread to report on "Paranormal Activity," the low budge ghost movie that's huge right now.

The theater was really packed for a mid-week show. I loved the movie. It doesn't move real fast, but it is intense when it does. It's original and scary at times. I found myself staring into the darkness to see what was coming up the stairs more than once. That's suspense!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: ica171 on October 14, 2009, 08:52:04 PM
I am so excited for that movie, jaxsue!  If I can figure out a way to get a babysitter for Saturday DH and I are going. 
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: jaxsue on October 14, 2009, 08:56:47 PM
I am so excited for that movie, jaxsue!  If I can figure out a way to get a babysitter for Saturday DH and I are going. 

I liked it. You have to be patient - the action doesn't happen for awhile. And get there a bit early. The theater I was in was full and seats weren't easy to find just before the show.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: DottyG on October 21, 2009, 03:34:36 PM
Bumping up for more ghost stories before Halloween.

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Namárië on October 21, 2009, 03:49:54 PM
I will absolutely update if anything happens when I go to a haunted house (I think I mentioned it earlier in this thread) for my birthday weekend. It's after Halloween, though. :(
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: CuriousGeorge on October 21, 2009, 03:59:22 PM
I wish I had stories to share, but I don't seem to attract this kind of thing (with the one possible exception I posted earlier in the thread).  We did go visit the Villisca, IA axe murder house a few weeks ago and that was pretty neat.  Didn't experience anything, though, that I know of.

We took tons of photos and I haven't had time to go through them yet, but I'm still secretly hoping I find something spooky.  ;)

Here's a link to the house's history, by the way:  http://www.villiscaiowa.com/
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: M-theory on October 21, 2009, 04:19:13 PM
I wish I had stories to share, but I don't seem to attract this kind of thing (with the one possible exception I posted earlier in the thread).  We did go visit the Villisca, IA axe murder house a few weeks ago and that was pretty neat.  Didn't experience anything, though, that I know of.

We took tons of photos and I haven't had time to go through them yet, but I'm still secretly hoping I find something spooky.  ;)

Here's a link to the house's history, by the way:  http://www.villiscaiowa.com/

That is one skeevy-looking plant. It creeps me out worse than the idea of the haunted house. Looks like something from Dead Space. *twitch*
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: ica171 on October 21, 2009, 06:12:31 PM
I wish I had stories to share, but I don't seem to attract this kind of thing (with the one possible exception I posted earlier in the thread).  We did go visit the Villisca, IA axe murder house a few weeks ago and that was pretty neat.  Didn't experience anything, though, that I know of.

We took tons of photos and I haven't had time to go through them yet, but I'm still secretly hoping I find something spooky.  ;)

Here's a link to the house's history, by the way:  http://www.villiscaiowa.com/

Do you live nearby?  We went to the house when I was a kid and my family lived in Red Oak.  I liked it, although I got a sad vibe from it.  I'd like to go back, but probably not for a month or so once Halloween has passed, and maybe without the kids.  There are some amazing EVPs from the house on YouTube if you're interested in that sort of thing. 
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: skbenny on October 21, 2009, 08:47:19 PM
Earlier I posted about the ghost at my parents' house.

I recently went to visit them and stayed overnight.  I forgot my medicine and couldn't sleep.  Finally about 3:00 a.m. I dozed off, and promptly had a horrible dream.  My dream included a car ride, careening down a narrow road with no chance of survival at the end.  In my dream I was telling the driver of the car to calm down, take it easy, and everything would be okay.  I could feel the person next to me in the car cradle my head and give me comfort (l sleep with only my head exposed, covers are always gripped tightly up to my ears.)

I woke myself up and had to steady my breathing and was so grateful for the wonderful head hug.  Then I noticed I was still receiving that head hug.  I lifted my head off the pillow, looked around, got up and went to the bathroom, climbed back in bed to be hugged again and drifted off to sleep peacefully for a few hours.  It was a wonderful experience.

I guess my parents' ghost is a friendly guy (definitely male).
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Daffydilly on November 25, 2009, 11:08:41 AM
Halloween night, I'd found a costume and hung out at my friends house waiting to go to a party. We sat in the living room chatting and Robert and Bertha mentioned that they thought there was a ghost in the house. Appearances of faces hung over the bed, babies heard crying and the sounds of someone moving around the livingroom late at night when everyone had gone to bed. Several other friends had mentioned in the past weeks of seeing a bedside table rolled independently from one side of the room to the other. A broken clock (no batteries) started working in the kitchen, another one moved from it's bedside position to the middle of the open floor.
Their puppy had taken to watching something in the bedroom and would bark at the air as it moved about.
I had wondered if the stories were true, but since it was halloween who knew? Stuff has happened to me in my life and some of it has been personally encouraging. I respect when other people tell me about their experiences. Like Shakespeare had said "there are stranger things in heaven and earth combined, then your small mind can comprehend, Horatio".
As my friends finished telling me, Robert stated the occurances had started when they announced they were moving out of the house. In that second, an angry presence appeared next to their front door. I couldn't see it with my eyes, but the ill intentions it radiated scared me half to death. Normally, I do not seek out interactions and I've never had a presence force me to feel it. There are too many things I don't know or understand about the next world. It felt like my personal wall had been crashed open.
I immediately beandipped onto another subject and as soon as the presence left. I insisted we head out to the party, claiming I hated to arrive late. The rest of the weekend, I worried about my friends living in their home with that presence. And the next Monday, I talked with priest I trusted. He suggesteed I bless the house if I went to visit again. I happened to have a little bottle of holy oil from Greece, so I took it to the house several days later.
My friends gave me permission to bless them and their home. So I blessed them, the puppy and the doorways of their house. Within minutes,the cold air seemed to lighten and the house felt like it was friendly for the first time. Robert watched me and said he had goosebumps. They had peace in the house until they finally could moved out.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: CuriousGeorge on November 25, 2009, 11:27:02 AM
I wish I had stories to share, but I don't seem to attract this kind of thing (with the one possible exception I posted earlier in the thread).  We did go visit the Villisca, IA axe murder house a few weeks ago and that was pretty neat.  Didn't experience anything, though, that I know of.

We took tons of photos and I haven't had time to go through them yet, but I'm still secretly hoping I find something spooky.  ;)

Here's a link to the house's history, by the way:  http://www.villiscaiowa.com/

Do you live nearby?  We went to the house when I was a kid and my family lived in Red Oak.  I liked it, although I got a sad vibe from it.  I'd like to go back, but probably not for a month or so once Halloween has passed, and maybe without the kids.  There are some amazing EVPs from the house on YouTube if you're interested in that sort of thing. 

I live a couple hours away - a couple friends of mine and I made a Saturday thing of it.  I didn't really get much of a vibe, although I will admit that the attic area was the most interesting part.

I listened to a lot of the EVPs and whatnot on YouTube afterwards - lots of interesting stuff for sure!
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Post by: Vanity Fair on November 25, 2009, 04:11:58 PM
The following happened to me about 3 years ago when I was working on the 3rd floor of my office building.  The 3rd floor was half open to the public, so along with the public restrooms there were staff restrooms.  The staff restroom was locked and there was a key in the central lobby for employees to use.  The key was on a 3 inch diameter ring with a big sleigh bell attached.  It was big so it couldn't be lost.

I had to use the facilities, so I grabbed the key, unlocked the bathroom door, went into a stall and hung the key on the hook on the back of the stall (where you'd hang your coat or purse).  After about 30 seconds or so the key began to swing really hard almost to the point where it made a complete circle on the hook.  It swung for approximately 7 seconds and then completely stopped.  It did not swing to a stop but abruptly stopped.  I just got such a weird feeling about it... really creeped me out...my chest got tight and I had this sinking feeling and I just could not wait to get out of there.  I didn't wash my hands  :P

I told a couple coworkers about it and we tried to find every conceivable way that key could move like that.  We looked at the air and heating vents and they weren't even pointing in the right direction.  Further, the force of air to move the key would have to be extremely strong.  So..... I couldn't come up with a logical explanation.  I don't think I'll ever use the 3rd floor staff restroom again. 
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: jaxsue on November 25, 2009, 07:10:11 PM
I wish I had stories to share, but I don't seem to attract this kind of thing (with the one possible exception I posted earlier in the thread).  We did go visit the Villisca, IA axe murder house a few weeks ago and that was pretty neat.  Didn't experience anything, though, that I know of.

We took tons of photos and I haven't had time to go through them yet, but I'm still secretly hoping I find something spooky.  ;)

Here's a link to the house's history, by the way:  http://www.villiscaiowa.com/

Oooh, I want to see that house so badly. I've heard the EVPs; some of them are amazing.

I heard that the activity really started when the owners restored the home to its original appearance.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: ica171 on November 26, 2009, 07:46:41 AM
I wish I had stories to share, but I don't seem to attract this kind of thing (with the one possible exception I posted earlier in the thread).  We did go visit the Villisca, IA axe murder house a few weeks ago and that was pretty neat.  Didn't experience anything, though, that I know of.

We took tons of photos and I haven't had time to go through them yet, but I'm still secretly hoping I find something spooky.  ;)

Here's a link to the house's history, by the way:  http://www.villiscaiowa.com/

Do you live nearby?  We went to the house when I was a kid and my family lived in Red Oak.  I liked it, although I got a sad vibe from it.  I'd like to go back, but probably not for a month or so once Halloween has passed, and maybe without the kids.  There are some amazing EVPs from the house on YouTube if you're interested in that sort of thing. 

I live a couple hours away - a couple friends of mine and I made a Saturday thing of it.  I didn't really get much of a vibe, although I will admit that the attic area was the most interesting part.

I listened to a lot of the EVPs and whatnot on YouTube afterwards - lots of interesting stuff for sure!

I was really surprised at how good the EVPs were, with the children calling each other by name and saying "the man is going to hurt us."  It was chilling.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Bijou on November 26, 2009, 08:42:20 AM
Earlier I posted about the ghost at my parents' house.

I recently went to visit them and stayed overnight.  I forgot my medicine and couldn't sleep.  Finally about 3:00 a.m. I dozed off, and promptly had a horrible dream.  My dream included a car ride, careening down a narrow road with no chance of survival at the end.  In my dream I was telling the driver of the car to calm down, take it easy, and everything would be okay.  I could feel the person next to me in the car cradle my head and give me comfort (l sleep with only my head exposed, covers are always gripped tightly up to my ears.)

I woke myself up and had to steady my breathing and was so grateful for the wonderful head hug.  Then I noticed I was still receiving that head hug.  I lifted my head off the pillow, looked around, got up and went to the bathroom, climbed back in bed to be hugged again and drifted off to sleep peacefully for a few hours.  It was a wonderful experience.

I guess my parents' ghost is a friendly guy (definitely male).
I love this story!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Bijou on November 26, 2009, 08:51:16 AM
I hope I didn't already share this but there a so many pages to go through that I'll chance it and hope for forgiveness if I am repeating myself. 
Before we were married, my dh parents were moving into a rental house that was quite old.  His mom gave us the key so we could go and check it out before they moved in, just so we could see what it was like.  Now I don't know about you, but an empty house has a weird feeling to me.  Kind of creepy, actually.  So, I expected that kind of experience but when we walked into the house, it felt wonderul, friendly and lived in, instead.  I told my then fiance, "Don't tell your mom, but this house is haunted."  He didn't tell her, but it wasn't long after they moved in that his mom casually mentioned that the house was haunted by the ghost of the former owner.  People had seen him in the library, I believe.  I thought it was neat that it was so apparent in the feeling of the house. 
I found out later that my mil was sensitive and a bit psychic, so it would have been ok to tell her my impressions. 
We were married in that house and we've been married going on 37 years.  Somehow, we've weathered the bumps, the hills and the mountains.  I think the ghost would be happy to hear that.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Dazi on November 26, 2009, 10:16:25 AM
I have been ill the past week.  My fever broke a few days ago, but I still fell kinda cruddy.  

Last night I went to bed around 9pm.  I was laying down when I felt someone sit on the edge of the bed behind me and very gently stroke my hair.  This went on for several minutes.  

I asked my DH a question about today plans. When he didn't answer immediately I repeated myself.  I thought he couldn't hear me (I haven't really been able to talk very loudly all week). I turned my towards him to repeat the question again, but no one was there.  It was one of the stranger experiences I have had.  


eta: I didn't get the impression that it was my resident ghost.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Esther_bunny on January 03, 2010, 02:05:05 PM
Seriously love this thread.
Ok, so I rented "paranormal activity" this weekend and I have to say that after watching it I had the most horrid nightmares. I had to turn on the light so I could go back to sleep. I haven't had nightmares like that since I was staying in this apartment that had a bad vibe (I always felt like I was being watched and bad things happened to me a lot).

I know I have an overactive imagination but I think I won't watch scary movies like that for awhile.

My mom told me this one this weekend when she was in town. She currently lives in her dad's old condo. She said after he died (and it still happens) she will randomly find dimes. She mentioned it to a psychic one time and the lady said that is common. Has anyone else ever heard this? She thinks it's her dad letting her know everything will be ok.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Suze on January 03, 2010, 02:33:48 PM
my silly cat scared me out the bed the other night.....

now mind you I had spent the day talking to a co-worker about the scarry stories she had watched on tv.....

so the cat comes in the bedroom and crawls up under the covers but on top of the sheet. (she used to do that to mom but not me)

I feel this in my fuzzy drug induced haze (pain meds for shingles) and look down at my feet and there is this big blob meandering around the end of the bed

FREAKED ME OUT

Till I realized it was the silly cat.......
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Dazi on January 03, 2010, 03:15:43 PM
My mom told me this one this weekend when she was in town. She currently lives in her dad's old condo. She said after he died (and it still happens) she will randomly find dimes. She mentioned it to a psychic one time and the lady said that is common. Has anyone else ever heard this? She thinks it's her dad letting her know everything will be ok.

Yeah, it is pretty common. 

A lady I used to work with was having a really difficult time after her son died (he and I were also friends).  Several months after he had passed away, she kept finding feathers everywhere in her house.  She doesn't have any pets and does not have feather/down pillows or blankets.  It had never been an issue before.

I told her it was Daniel trying to tell her he was okay.  He was using feathers because he was really into birds.  I had been having dreams with him telling me I *had* to make her understand.  She thought I was a bit of a nutter...we kind of got into a rather heated discussion about it actually...

That night when she went home, she had some interesting happenings.  She was in the bathroom, found more feathers and in a huff she threw them away...then her bathroom light went all crazy and the bulb blew out.  She insisted nothing was going on...until the same thing happened in her kitchen and a few hours later in her bedroom.  This went on for the course of the whole weekend.

She went to see another psychic who confirmed what I told her nearly verbatim.  So she went home and took my original advise which was just to be open and talk to him.  She said that night she dreamed of him.  He told what he needed to tell her and everything would be alright now...that he could go, now that she understood.  She never had anymore major incidents.  Though when she finds herself thinking of him a lot, she inevitably finds a pile of feathers.

Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: jaxsue on January 03, 2010, 04:22:15 PM
A lady I used to work with was having a really difficult time after her son died (he and I were also friends).  Several months after he had passed away, she kept finding feathers everywhere in her house.  She doesn't have any pets and does not have feather/down pillows or blankets.  It had never been an issue before.

Omigosh! DH's aunt had an experience with feathers after her husband died (they'd been married over 50 yrs). One night she was lying in bed, thinking of him, when all these small black feathers fluttered down from the ceiling. She said she was filled with an amazing calmness and peace.

That side of DH's family is very sensitive, and having paranormal experiences was nothing new. They've even seen full-body apparitions of deceased family members appear in front of them, and the family member is smiling.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Valentines Mommy on January 03, 2010, 04:45:16 PM
I find pennies with dates that were significant to my family.  I have ever since Papa died in 1997.

My mom told me this one this weekend when she was in town. She currently lives in her dad's old condo. She said after he died (and it still happens) she will randomly find dimes. She mentioned it to a psychic one time and the lady said that is common. Has anyone else ever heard this? She thinks it's her dad letting her know everything will be ok.

Mama used to see a lot of doves in random places after Papa died.  Ironic, since he loved dove hunting season.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Suze on January 03, 2010, 04:59:05 PM
I might have told this before -- not going looking through this thread .....


but when my one cousin died -- at his funeral there was a BALD EAGLE circling the cemetary.....

I live in OHIO -- Eagles are NOT common here -- there are two nesting pairs that I know of fairly close to here (20 miles in two different directions....

He was an avid birdwatcher and was well liked in the birding community where he lived.

Momma said that the Eagle had come to take him home......
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Linley on January 03, 2010, 05:39:06 PM
I believe that I know how I died in a previous life. I have this image in my head, like a filmstrip, but it's missing the middle piece, I can see myself before and I can see where I ended up and that I died but I can't see exactly what happened to me, I have to guess. Nonetheless, I'm about 90 percent sure I understand. I go to the city where it happened once a year and I always look for the place where it happened (which is right near where I lived) but it's a big city and it doesn't look at all like it did then anymore so I doubt I will ever find it. Occasionally I go to other places and know that I've been there before (not deja vu).

I've tried 'talking' to my previous self but she doesn't answer me directly, occasionally I get an image or a piece of information that appears in my mind out of nowhere. I would like to try to find out more but I don't dare attempt any kind of spirit contact on my own and I don't have anyone to help me. I've never told anyone this before.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: HushHush on January 20, 2010, 05:26:44 PM
On the alien side of things, my dh loves anything related to it.  He wants to drive up to Area 51 and spend the night, hoping to see something.

We were driving through Nevada on a state highway that is right before the turn off to go towards Area 51 when our suv stopped running.  The engine turned off, the headlight flickered and as the car came to a dead stop in the middle of the night on this empty road in a dinky little town, we looked at each other like "what the heck?"  We sat there for a few minutes trying to decide what our options were when dh tried to start the engine.  It started just fine and we didn't have any other incidents that trip nor have we had any with his car since.  It was creepy.

Also, one Halloween, we were driving down a fairly busy road on our way to run an errand when we look up and there is a group of oddly colored lights hovering in the sky.  Dh is a pilot and knows the color of lights aircraft are required to have on them and these weren't any color that were displayed on an aircraft.  We pulled over and watched it hover for a minute and then dart away faster than any aircraft could possibly go and completely silent too.  Other cars were stopped to watch so I know it wasn't our imagination.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: M-theory on January 20, 2010, 06:46:40 PM
Also, one Halloween, we were driving down a fairly busy road on our way to run an errand when we look up and there is a group of oddly colored lights hovering in the sky.  Dh is a pilot and knows the color of lights aircraft are required to have on them and these weren't any color that were displayed on an aircraft.  We pulled over and watched it hover for a minute and then dart away faster than any aircraft could possibly go and completely silent too.  Other cars were stopped to watch so I know it wasn't our imagination.

What colour were they?
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Dazi on January 20, 2010, 07:40:31 PM
I am really not sure what you would call this experience.  It was one of the absolute strangest memories I have.  I would like say that up to this point in my life I had never watched television and had no knowledge of the Civil War.

I was 6 years old.  We were driving up North to visit some family/vacation, it was my first trip out of my home state.  It was about two weeks before Thanksgiving.

I had dozed off during the drive, it was just before dark when I woke up.  We were several miles outside of Atlanta when I saw that the horizon was burning.  I could smell the smoke and see the thick blackness of it covering the landscape.  As we got closer, I could hear the chaos, the screaming, horses whining and loud explosions. 

I couldn't figure out why we were driving towards *that*.  At that point I freaked and was crying hysterically... My dad calmed me down and told me what I was seeing wasn't really happening now, that it was something that happened many years ago.
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Post by: HushHush on January 21, 2010, 09:16:46 AM
Also, one Halloween, we were driving down a fairly busy road on our way to run an errand when we look up and there is a group of oddly colored lights hovering in the sky.  Dh is a pilot and knows the color of lights aircraft are required to have on them and these weren't any color that were displayed on an aircraft.  We pulled over and watched it hover for a minute and then dart away faster than any aircraft could possibly go and completely silent too.  Other cars were stopped to watch so I know it wasn't our imagination.

What colour were they?

I had to ask dh.  He says they were orange-red and very clearly not the red from the top of radio/tv towers or on the edge of a wing. 
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Post by: CG on January 21, 2010, 09:37:12 AM
I believe that I know how I died in a previous life. I have this image in my head, like a filmstrip, but it's missing the middle piece, I can see myself before and I can see where I ended up and that I died but I can't see exactly what happened to me, I have to guess. Nonetheless, I'm about 90 percent sure I understand. I go to the city where it happened once a year and I always look for the place where it happened (which is right near where I lived) but it's a big city and it doesn't look at all like it did then anymore so I doubt I will ever find it. Occasionally I go to other places and know that I've been there before (not deja vu).

I've tried 'talking' to my previous self but she doesn't answer me directly, occasionally I get an image or a piece of information that appears in my mind out of nowhere. I would like to try to find out more but I don't dare attempt any kind of spirit contact on my own and I don't have anyone to help me. I've never told anyone this before.


linp, you might check and see if that city has a historical society. They (or the public library) may have pictures of the town from years past.
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Post by: M-theory on January 21, 2010, 11:24:59 AM
Also, one Halloween, we were driving down a fairly busy road on our way to run an errand when we look up and there is a group of oddly colored lights hovering in the sky.  Dh is a pilot and knows the color of lights aircraft are required to have on them and these weren't any color that were displayed on an aircraft.  We pulled over and watched it hover for a minute and then dart away faster than any aircraft could possibly go and completely silent too.  Other cars were stopped to watch so I know it wasn't our imagination.

What colour were they?

I had to ask dh.  He says they were orange-red and very clearly not the red from the top of radio/tv towers or on the edge of a wing. 

Thank you. I have a fascination with colour and was going nuts wondering! Yes, you'd certainly never mistake orange-red for standard red lights, so I would have thought it was extremely peculiar also. And actually, you've inspired me to tell my father's story too.

My father was born in 1947 (a few months before the Roswell incident), and grew up in Tucumcari, New Mexico. One summer night when he was 5 or so, he was on the front porch with his grandmother, a sweet, God-fearing and level-headed lady from Alabama. According to him, they saw a golden light slowly descend out of the sky and into the street in front of their house. He's always remembered quite clearly what this being/mass hallucination/whatever looked like, and even had a sun catcher made out of it years later - he still has it, and I was fascinated with it as a teenager. I unfortunately don't have a picture and wouldn't do it any justice by drawing it in Paint, but it's a hexagon head attached to a teardrop body with a cloak or wings of rainbow stripes. In any case, it stuck around long enough for him and his grandmother to confirm they were both really seeing this, and then took off.

My father is a cynical skeptic atheist type like me, and does not confabulate for attention. I have absolutely no mundane explanation for this. I don't get any kind of bad feeling from the story or the sun catcher at all, though.
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Post by: Melxb on January 21, 2010, 12:08:00 PM
I'm a huge fan of Uncle John's Bathroom Reader and the latest edition (#22 I think!) has an interesting "ghost story" that is perfect for this thread.  It was a ghost story that was the subject of an article in the Journal of Ophthalmology in 1921!  ;D

http://www.ghostvillage.com/resources/2004/resources_10312004.shtml

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And the moral of the story is--please get a carbon monoxide detector if you use natural gas in your house!
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Post by: Solanna Dryden on January 21, 2010, 08:06:36 PM
Oh man -- reading the OP made me remember what happened last Christmas

It was a heavy snowfall and I stuck my head (and camera) out the back door to get a picture. I took about 10 or so shots. When I was showing my mom on the camera, she looked at one, and went "Who's that?"

In the picture there was a bunch of smoke...and a clearly defined male figure.

I took about 20 more shots that night, trying to re-create the image. No dice. Everyone I've ever shown the picture to is like "Woah. That's something weird right there."
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Post by: EmmaJ. on January 22, 2010, 07:05:21 AM
Toki, do you still have the picture?  Would you be able to share it with us?
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Post by: Solanna Dryden on January 22, 2010, 08:48:26 AM
Yep :) Sorry, should have put the link in the first post. *Not thinking, lol*

Here it is: http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c37/jenndancer/IMG_0263.jpg

One of the comparison pics: http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c37/jenndancer/IMG_0308.jpg

The white thing is the top of an umbrella. I thought the clouds were vapours from the warm house air escaping, but then I couldn't recreate the results, no matter what I did (I even waited an hour or so, to let the warm air build up again.) Never taken anything like it since. It's a new-ish house, about 15 years old. I don't know what was on the land before it -- probably an orchard/farmland (Then again, the area is called Headon FOREST, so...uh, probably a forest at one time, LOL.)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Carnation on February 06, 2010, 08:59:52 AM
Last Wednesday night I had a dream in which I was in my doctor's waiting room, looking through pamphlets that are kept on a table.

Everything was the same as it is in real life, except the table had been moved near the door, instead of the corner, where it's been for years.  The table has a rack of brochures for tourist attractions.  Most likely some representative of the tourist board put it there and has yet to return to restock it or take it away.

In my dream, I was standing by the table, looking at one of the brochures.   All of a sudden, the receptionist rushes in and says "Leticia!  So And So is here!

Now, So And So and I have a history and a long one and complicated one at that.  I haven't seen him in nearly a decade, by my own choice. No animosity, some people were not meant to be together.  We live 1000 miles apart.   But every time I have a premonition about him, he shows up.

Getting back to my dream, in walks So And So and says "Hello" and I say "Hello".  I notice he looks thin and tired. Then I wake up.


All this was well and good, until I went to that same office yesterday for an appointment.

I was sitting there in the waiting room and noticed, the table has been moved from to corner to next to the door, just like in my dream.

After my appointment, I tell the receptionist (I've known her for years) about the dream and she said the roof had leaked and they moved the table underneath the affected part so it wouldn't fall on anyone's head.
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Post by: jaxsue on February 06, 2010, 08:04:01 PM
In my former hometown I volunteered at the old jail/jailkeeper's house. The buildings were from the 1880s and were used until the 1960s. They used to hang condemned criminals outside the jail, and there were several suicides.

I recently learned that an official ghosthunting group investigated both buildings and what they found confirmed that my unease when I was there was justified.

In the jailkeeper's house they heard footsteps on the second floor...when there was no floor (it was rotted away). Disembodied voices were heard in both buildings. And in the old jail, a camera aimed at a row of cells recorded a figure standing right in front of it, blocking out the entire view, and there was no one in the building at the time.
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Post by: Carnation on February 06, 2010, 08:56:48 PM
Would that be the show with the moonlighting plumbers?

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Post by: ginlyn32 on February 06, 2010, 10:40:09 PM
Yep :) Sorry, should have put the link in the first post. *Not thinking, lol*

Here it is: http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c37/jenndancer/IMG_0263.jpg

One of the comparison pics: http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c37/jenndancer/IMG_0308.jpg

The white thing is the top of an umbrella. I thought the clouds were vapours from the warm house air escaping, but then I couldn't recreate the results, no matter what I did (I even waited an hour or so, to let the warm air build up again.) Never taken anything like it since. It's a new-ish house, about 15 years old. I don't know what was on the land before it -- probably an orchard/farmland (Then again, the area is called Headon FOREST, so...uh, probably a forest at one time, LOL.)


That is the most amazing thing I have ever seen! Of all the so-called "ghost" pictures I have seen..that is the best!

It looks like a man with a beard and he has a cloke or something wrapped around him...he looks like he's just checking up on things...not mad or anything.

You defenately should send that in to a Ghost Hunter show or something.

ginlyn
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Post by: Cellardoor14 on February 07, 2010, 05:21:00 AM

I don't know how to site it, but last Friday's Evening Standard (London addition) had an article about how the Royal Academy is terribly haunted.

Apparently the guards routinely wear headphones to block out sounds during nightly patrols.

Oh-wait- here it is:

http://www.thisislondon.co.uk/standard/article-23802632-royal-academys-security-guards-spooked-by-screaming-nun-and-slamming-doors.do
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Post by: hot_shaker on February 07, 2010, 06:23:22 AM

I don't know how to site it, but last Friday's Evening Standard (London addition) had an article about how the Royal Academy is terribly haunted.

Apparently the guards routinely wear headphones to block out sounds during nightly patrols.

Oh-wait- here it is:

http://www.thisislondon.co.uk/standard/article-23802632-royal-academys-security-guards-spooked-by-screaming-nun-and-slamming-doors.do

Er, doesn't that make it difficult to do the night patrol?  Someone could break in and clean the place out!  (As long as they stayed out of sight, that is.)
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Post by: jaxsue on February 07, 2010, 09:54:45 AM
Would that be the show with the moonlighting plumbers?



No, it wasn't Jason and Grant but a group from central Florida, although TAPS has done plenty of FL sites. I'd love to be part of a ghost hunting group!

Edited to make more sense.
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Post by: Cellardoor14 on February 07, 2010, 10:35:46 AM

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Er, doesn't that make it difficult to do the night patrol?  Someone could break in and clean the place out!  (As long as they stayed out of sight, that is.)

I don't know... I'm sure someone who monitors the security cameras all the time. I also think there is only one real entrance/exit with shops and businesses pressed up on three of it's sides.... and probably motion censors all over the place.

I've not been to the Royal Academy for a while but I remember there being a lot of big works of art.  Maybe if you have a looped patrol and walk through every room once every 10-20 minutes, it would be difficult for someone to get into the building & wander off with a marble statue without detection.  ;D

Or perhaps a thief could merely dress up as ghost in order to get some priceless art?  ;)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Dazi on February 07, 2010, 04:05:55 PM
My DH (the recently converted skeptic) had his very first full blown first hand paranormal experience yesterday.

When he came home from work, he heard a commotion in one of our extra rooms.  He went to investigate thinking maybe someone was trying to break in our house or the cats had knocked something over. 

He saw a shadowy figure that scared the bejeepers out of him and he scared the bejeepers out of it.  He said it ran past him, he felt it hit his shoulder/brush past his leg, heard it hit the door, he saw the door super bounce off the wall and he heard heavy footfalls as it ran out of the house. 

He also said the cats didn't run and hide, but they did watch it run out the house...following the path of exit with their eyes.  When I got home he was still shaking from it.
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Post by: Petticoats on February 07, 2010, 04:32:51 PM
Wow. I just finished reading this entire thread (and no, I didn't accomplish anything else today! :) ), and it's really thought-provoking. I wish I had some personal accounts to add, but I don't. I don't think I've ever experience anything firsthand that was more than simply odd or creepy, although I've been addicted to ghost stories since I was a child. I've even done a little minor, unsuccessful fooling with a ouija board--but not lately.

Does anyone else have new stories to add? <she asks hopefully>
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Post by: wonderfullyanonymous on February 07, 2010, 10:34:41 PM
I'm starting to think my mobile home is, well I can't really say haunted, because the spirits seem to be peaceful.

Whatever is here, 2 of my cats can see. Said spirit hangs out in the hallway, and in my room. The 2 cats will actually stop doing what they are doing, and start following it with their eyes.

Watching the Super Bowl tonight, Liger, was self petting himself on DF's hand. He suddenly stops, sits straight up and stares down the hallway, swishing his tail.

In the bedroom, as I am getting ready for bed, Buddy will follow something around my room.

Okay, I am either seriously creeping myself out, or said spirit is sitting here reading this. I can feel it...
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Post by: Morrigan on February 07, 2010, 11:17:44 PM
I am really not sure what you would call this experience.  It was one of the absolute strangest memories I have.  I would like say that up to this point in my life I had never watched television and had no knowledge of the Civil War.

I was 6 years old.  We were driving up North to visit some family/vacation, it was my first trip out of my home state.  It was about two weeks before Thanksgiving.

I had dozed off during the drive, it was just before dark when I woke up.  We were several miles outside of Atlanta when I saw that the horizon was burning.  I could smell the smoke and see the thick blackness of it covering the landscape.  As we got closer, I could hear the chaos, the screaming, horses whining and loud explosions. 

I couldn't figure out why we were driving towards *that*.  At that point I freaked and was crying hysterically... My dad calmed me down and told me what I was seeing wasn't really happening now, that it was something that happened many years ago.


Past life/past world experience.

My mother's had the same thing happen.  So have I.  And my great-aunt.

My mother's story is somewhere in this thread.

My story about that: my friend and I were hiking in my parents woods, and we knew that woods better than the back of our hands.  We spend hours and hours in there, over the course of several years.  This one time, it took us over 3 hours to find a trail.  There's a U shaped trail that goes from one side of the house, through the woods, up near a field, and loops back to the house.  You cannot miss it.  Somehow, the trees were huge.  I mean, huge.  The ground cover was thick.  And there was NO trail.

My great-aunt's story:

She was walking through her woods, walked through the treeline into the field, and the field was gone.  Completely.

Another time, my mother (I believe it was my mother) was walking through her aunt (my great aunt)'s woods, and heard canoes coming up on land.  Voices.  She kept walking towards the creek, and realized that she was hearing indians.

Another time, I was bow-hunting in the same woods that my friend and I were lost in, and I heard horses behind me.  Men calling.  Huge wheels moving.  I got the heck out of there.  They were coming towards me, up an old logging trail.  The ruts are over a foot deep-and it's been more than 40 years since anything was driving back there.

Another time, my grandmother, her sister (my great-aunt), and another sister of theirs were all camping in Jordan River Valley.  My great-aunt heard a train.  There isn't a running train through there, and hasn't been in many, many years.

From what we've figured, we're seeing the past.  Sometimes, they know we're there.  Most of the time, they don't.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: ica171 on February 08, 2010, 09:07:00 AM
I'm starting to think my mobile home is, well I can't really say haunted, because the spirits seem to be peaceful.

Whatever is here, 2 of my cats can see. Said spirit hangs out in the hallway, and in my room. The 2 cats will actually stop doing what they are doing, and start following it with their eyes.

Watching the Super Bowl tonight, Liger, was self petting himself on DF's hand. He suddenly stops, sits straight up and stares down the hallway, swishing his tail.

In the bedroom, as I am getting ready for bed, Buddy will follow something around my room.

Okay, I am either seriously creeping myself out, or said spirit is sitting here reading this. I can feel it...

It could be something in the walls or outside.  I live in a mobile home too, and this winter a cat got under it.  I didn't know at first and my dogs were really acting weird.  I finally figured it out, but it could have been really creepy.  I know that if I were hearing unexplained noises here I would be telling myself over and over that it was just a mouse or something.  :D 
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Post by: LadyClaire on February 08, 2010, 09:18:47 AM
This happened a couple of weeks ago.

I usually have lunch with a co-worker who works in a different department. We were sitting in the break room for her department when we both heard loud footsteps come through the door behind us, walk around the table, and then suddenly stop. We'd both stopped eating and turned our heads to follow the sound of the footsteps, but the room was empty except for us. She looked at me and asked if I'd heard the footsteps, and I told her that yes, I had. We finished our lunch rather quickly after that and hightailed it out of the break room.

The building we work in is supposed to be haunted (to the point that a local ghost hunter group has done investigations here and have caught EVP and video of strange shadows, and we've had night custodians and campus police officers quit their jobs mid-shift because they were here alone at night and weird things were happening), so the footsteps weren't really a huge surprise, but still a bit disturbing.
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Post by: wonderfullyanonymous on February 08, 2010, 09:26:37 AM
I'm starting to think my mobile home is, well I can't really say haunted, because the spirits seem to be peaceful.

Whatever is here, 2 of my cats can see. Said spirit hangs out in the hallway, and in my room. The 2 cats will actually stop doing what they are doing, and start following it with their eyes.

Watching the Super Bowl tonight, Liger, was self petting himself on DF's hand. He suddenly stops, sits straight up and stares down the hallway, swishing his tail.

In the bedroom, as I am getting ready for bed, Buddy will follow something around my room.

Okay, I am either seriously creeping myself out, or said spirit is sitting here reading this. I can feel it...

It could be something in the walls or outside.  I live in a mobile home too, and this winter a cat got under it.  I didn't know at first and my dogs were really acting weird.  I finally figured it out, but it could have been really creepy.  I know that if I were hearing unexplained noises here I would be telling myself over and over that it was just a mouse or something.  :D 

The cats aren't staring at the floor, it's usually towards the ceiling, and they are the only ones that react. While I am pretty sure the stray cats can't get under the house, I'm not 100% sure. What I do know is that it would catch the attention of the other cats and the dog if it were underneath the home. It's not mice in the walls, I know what that sounds like too, and that would attract the attention of the cats as well.
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Post by: ebrochu on February 08, 2010, 05:11:54 PM
I've had three "things" happen to me in my years.

1: I once heard my name yelled very loudly in the middle of the night by a man. It was just my mother and I living in the apartment, and there was no one in the hallway outside the apartment, and no men lived on either side of us.

2: I once saw a tall man walk down my hall way from living room to washroom (my bedroom is set off from this hallway, so there's a very thin "line" of sight for me to see this hallway. I thought it was my husband, but when I called to him, I heard his voice in the kitchen, not from the washroom beside our bedroom.)

3: this is the sweetest one. My father passed away in 2002, and never got to see me get married. We chose the marina where he loved to go and feed the ducks. It was a very special place for him. The wedding was outside, and it was beautifully sunny. He had been cremated, and as my only wedding jewellery, I wore a vial of his ashes around my neck (sorry if it creeps anyone out, but it brings me great comfort)

After the wedding, I was getting changed. My husband took one look at my neck / chest, and smiled. There on my chest there was a perfect heart sunburned. I mean perfectly shaped. Bright pink, and absolutely perfect.

I think my father also opens the elevators in my building for me as well. even if it's been broken all day, the door will open.

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Post by: PeasNCues on February 09, 2010, 01:04:52 PM
My grandmother has been in a home for Alzheimers for almost a year now. My grandfather lived with my mother and I and had bone cancer. He very rarely visited grandma in the home because (1) she usually had no idea who he was and (2) he found it very emotionally upsetting. He had been married to her for 60 years and know her since they were 13. He literally spent his entire life with her and loved her very much.

My grandfather passed away December 2009. We opted not to tell grandma because the chances of her understanding were slim but the chances of her getting upset were high.

My grandmother, who previously made no mention of my grandfather and who did not recognize him when he visited her, now frequently tells my mother and sister how "Bunt" (her nickname for him) comes to visit her every day and sits and talks with her every day. He also fixes things for her.

This began on the first visit to her after grandfather's passing. I believe he is still here taking care of her.
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Post by: DottyG on February 09, 2010, 01:08:14 PM
3: this is the sweetest one. My father passed away in 2002, and never got to see me get married. We chose the marina where he loved to go and feed the ducks. It was a very special place for him. The wedding was outside, and it was beautifully sunny. He had been cremated, and as my only wedding jewellery, I wore a vial of his ashes around my neck (sorry if it creeps anyone out, but it brings me great comfort)

After the wedding, I was getting changed. My husband took one look at my neck / chest, and smiled. There on my chest there was a perfect heart sunburned. I mean perfectly shaped. Bright pink, and absolutely perfect.

I don't think the vial of ashes sounds creepy at all.  I think it was a sweet way of remembering him at your wedding.  And, the perfect heart part of the story really touched my heart!  Thanks for sharing this - it was so sweet!

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Post by: Scuba_Dog on February 09, 2010, 06:19:58 PM
My grandmother has been in a home for Alzheimers for almost a year now. My grandfather lived with my mother and I and had bone cancer. He very rarely visited grandma in the home because (1) she usually had no idea who he was and (2) he found it very emotionally upsetting. He had been married to her for 60 years and know her since they were 13. He literally spent his entire life with her and loved her very much.

My grandfather passed away December 2009. We opted not to tell grandma because the chances of her understanding were slim but the chances of her getting upset were high.

My grandmother, who previously made no mention of my grandfather and who did not recognize him when he visited her, now frequently tells my mother and sister how "Bunt" (her nickname for him) comes to visit her every day and sits and talks with her every day. He also fixes things for her.

This began on the first visit to her after grandfather's passing. I believe he is still here taking care of her.

That is absolutely beautiful.  Thank you for sharing that story, it brought tears to my eyes.
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Post by: MizB on February 09, 2010, 07:31:49 PM
I loved my grandfather with all of my heart, I was his first grandchild and was know to all the family as "Sam's little maid" because I followed him everywhere from the time I could walk.  Just to add - the use of the word "maid" is not meant as a servant, in Newfoundland "maid" is often used as a term of endearment for a female.  We remained close even during the tempestuous teen years, nothing pleased him more than for me to sing to him and for me, I would sit for hours listening to him tell me about his childhood and the strange and wonderful things he saw when fished "on the Labrador".

Grampy died suddenly when I was 21, I lived away from home at the time and still remember watching my great uncle pulling into the driveway and wondering if I had enough barbeque chicken for the extra people (24 years later I still can't eat barbeque chicken, it makes me ill).  Poor Uncle Delbert, he tells me that nothing in his life prepared him for the pain he had to cause by telling me that Grampy was gone.  They tell me that my wail of grief was something none of them had ever heard before, personally I don't remember.

Most everything else is a blur a mixture of tears, anguish and, oddly enough, laughter since you can't have my extended family together without everyone sharing memories both sad and funny.  At the funeral, just after the first hymn started, I heard Grampy's voice saying "Sing to me".  I sang every hymn.  My grandmother said afterwords that it was a comfort to her to hear my voice and when my mom asked what made me start to sing, didn't scoff when I told her about hearing him.

Even though he's been gone almost 24 years, sitting here I can still hear those words, Sing to me.  Oh how I miss him.

ACM

I was waiting until I got through all 24 pages to contribute a story, but I read this and it brought tears to my eyes. I sang all through high school and college and "I heard Grampy's voice saying 'Sing to me' " got me in my heart. I have a few stories to contribute, which I will do in a bit, although none are what I would call scary.

I do remember the night my grandfather died we received the call at 11 pm, my dad was in the shower and I knew someone had died. I didn't know who, but someone.

I'll share more in my next post.
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Post by: MizB on February 10, 2010, 03:42:27 PM
I have had several friends who are sensitive, although I have never seen a ghost or spoken with one, every single friend has told me (several before the conversation came up) that I am also sensitve.

I get cold chills down my spine, most of the time for no reason at all, but sometimes just because I am cold.

The creepiest story I think I have happened when I was in high school. I was staying with a friend who happened to live in a trailer court. Her bedroom was in the back of the trailor and their home had the back towards the playground. There was a street light on in the basketball court and it shined a butter yellow light into her window. I don't think I have ever seen a light so yellow before or after that one, but there was no signs of white in the light at all (this is important later.) My friend had a mirror on the wall directly straight across from the window and it had lots of plastic Mardi Gras beads hanging off of it. It was framed with one of those frames that the edges extended out past the mirror and turned outward (think like a square bowl or a platter with sides to hold things in.)

My friend, her younger sister and I were all sitting on her bed which was a to the right of the mirror & window combo. We were about 3-4 feet away from the mirrors farthest edge and on the wall about a foot or two above the little sister's head was a bright white light on the wall. I thought that the beads were reflecting onto the wall and moved them, but the light stayed in place. So we checked the closet to see if something was reflecting out of it (it was across from the white light) but it was completely dark. We even took turns standing in front of the mirror and the light didn't move. We finally went to get my friend's mom and when we came back couldn't find the light.


 Story #2

My sister and another friend of mine were all out looking for a scare one day so we went driving by this area in town that had a really bad history during the depression. I guess mobsters went down there and killed people, "rituals" were performed there, and drug shootings happened there. They finally closed this area of town down, but it is legend to be quite haunted.

Well sister is driving, I am upfront munching on some pretzels and my friend is in the back. We are all talking about how we haven't seen anything yet when my sister turns down the old access road to this area. All of a sudden I started choking on my pretzels and my sister's car dies in the middle of the road. We tried starting it a couple of times and it wouldn't turn over. I can barely catch my breath and finally one of us says a prayer and her car started right up.

Story #3

At the end of my freshman year of college my friends and I were really bored as most of campus had went home, but we stayed out of a class obligation. I had a wiccan friend in hs who told me she knew how to bless homemade ouija boards so they would be portals for only good beings (I was 18 and have learned, please for give my innocence stupidity. I had been raised that store bought ouija games were just that, but that homemade ones were to be feared, but since my friend offered a blessing I suggested to fulfill our boredom thats what we should do.

We took the back of a notebook and drew the classic layout and used the top of a juice bottle as a planchette. One friend brought the bible and I used said method to bless the board and we began. One of the friends (who happened to be rather nervous) had a very common girl name and the spirit we were in contact with said their name was the same and that they used to live in the room across the hall from her and left a present in the room. This scared her beyond belief, she ran out of the room with the bible laughing maniacally. We all immediately jump up and follow her because the noises she was making were scary. After a few minutes we realize we forgot to "close" our session so we go back. The board starts spelling out D-I-E N-O and we jumped up and left taking the board and ripping it up. We also decide we should burn it. We took it outside (in June, no real wind) and it kept lighting it but it wouldn't burn, eventually we all started singing a very Christian song and it finally took flame and burned.

Thats all of my scary happenings.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: jaxsue on February 10, 2010, 06:20:46 PM
This thread turns 2 tomorrow. I'm so happy people keep contributing stories!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Amalthea on February 10, 2010, 06:57:10 PM
*shudder*  Ouija boards scare the crap out of me.  Actually, most paranormal stories scare the crap out of me, yet I love reading them.  I was actually talking about this with my boyfriend last weekend.

I've never seen a ghost, but apparently nearly everyone else in the family has seen the one in my grandmother's house.  We think my brother and I manged to grow up not knowing about it because it only hangs out in the upstairs bedrooms and we never really spent the night at our grandmother's house.  I only stayed in one of the upstairs bedrooms once, and it was creepy, but I didn't see anything, or even know about the ghost at that time.  I was also reading Cujo, which starts out with a monster in the closet, so I blamed all the creepy feelings on that.

It wasn't until years later that my mom off-handedly mentioned the ghost.  He doesn't really do anything, but she would see him watching her from one of the upstairs windows while she was doing yard work and stuff.  I know she's not just joking because my aunt brought it up at a totally different time and my grandmother refuses to talk about it at all.  They call him Gandalf, but I don't know why.  I know my mom never read Lord of the Rings.

So, I was telling this to my boyfriend, and mentioned that I was scared to stay upstairs now because the ghost freaked me out.  And he told me about seeing his grandmother's ghost in his living room once, and how it wasn't scary, so I shouldn't be scared of the ghost.  It is now his job, should he ever get the chance to come visit me, to stay upstairs and find out if the ghost is nice or not. :D

My mom also has some good stories from being a nurse.  My favorite is about a very ill patient who had been telling her about a dream she had in which her sister (who had already passed away) had come to visit and was chatting with her, and they were having such a good time.  Then she said she was thirsty, and could my mom please get her something to drink?  When my mom got back, the lady was dead.  My mom firmly believes that the lady's sister came back to get her.  My mom told me about that when I was a kid and going through a really bad fear of death stage.  She said that should the unthinkable happen, we didn't have to worry because my granddaddy, who died when I was a baby, would come back to get us.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Martienne on February 12, 2010, 06:37:03 AM
When my brother and I were kids, my mother was involved in the spiritualist church. My brother was sensitive to the spirits that the church members communicated with. For a while when he was five or thereabouts he would see a human shape in his room (like a living shadow, black but translucent). As soon as could he would run to mom and dad's room and slip into bed with them. He would see the shape follow him into their room and watch him next to their bed. One of the people in the church told my parents he would see a spirit and that he shouldn't be afraid of him. She said it was a Native American who watched over him to keep him safe. My brother never felt a good vibe from the spirit, though.

When my brother was a eight or ten, he had a friend who lived near an old cemetery. You really didn't even realize it was a cemetery unless you walked around and found the grave markers near the trees. It really just looked like an empty, grassy field across the alley from the backs of houses. On the other side of the field are railroad tracks. Anyway, one time my brother was playing with some of the neighborhood kids in the cemetery and he saw a figure poking its head out from behind one of the trees. The figure looked like the one he had seen when he was younger, like a shadow that could stand upright. He saw it moving and he ran towards the trees (because at first he thought one of his friends was hiding back there) but when he got there, there was no one anywhere near. You have to cross an empty piece of field to reach those trees, so it's not as though someone was hiding there and then ran off.

I found a picture online of the place. You can PM me if you want to look. They've fenced off the graves and mulched the area around them sometime since we were kids, so it's a lot more noticeable that there are gravestones there.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Mopsy428 on February 13, 2010, 04:43:34 PM
I went over my cousin's house a few weeks ago. He and his wife have 3 kids, ages 8, 4, and 2. They also have a dog. When we first arrived, the dog was calm, but 5 minutes later, she started barking at something that wasn't there. I thought that was odd, but didn't think too much about it. A few hours later, the kids wanted to show me their rooms. I agreed and went upstairs with my brother and sister, who were also there.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the shadow of a man with a top hat. I turned to look at him and he was gone. I wasn't scared. I just thought, "Oh! There's a ghost in the house!"

A bit later when we were all downstairs, the dog started barking at the doorway. Nothing was there. Then she followed something, went into the kitchen and started barking at the sloped ceiling.

I told my cousin about the dog, and he quickly mentioned it could be something like ghosts. I told him what happened upstairs. He says that he's seen the top hat "ghost" out of the corner of his eye, too. The kids have seen two other ghosts. One is an old woman, and the other is a man wearing plaid pants.

I looked up what the shadow man could be, and I came across "shadow people". I read that they are accompanied by a feeling of dread, but I didn't feel that at all. What could/did I see? Was it a shadow person? Ghost?
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Carnation on February 23, 2010, 06:13:58 PM

A young girl (10 yrs old) I know was telling me yesterday that the previous night she woke up and saw a dark figure by her bed looking at her. She closed her eyes and it vanished.  Really, what does one say in response?

Also, an elderly relative of mine told me yesterday that she woke up at 4.am and saw a shadowy figure by her bed.   Rather than closing her eyes, she screamed and it vanished.

Both of these occurred the same night, to two people who don't know each other and live 200 miles apart.

Their only connection is that they know me.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Carnation on March 24, 2010, 09:23:54 PM
My sister lives in a house that has a mother in law apartment.  The apartment used to be a veterinarians office.  The vet killed himself there.

My adult nephew was staying there while his parents were on vacation, in order to keep an eye on the place.  One night, he was in bed when he saw a white figure moving quickly through the room.   The really creepy part was that as he was seeing this, he heard the mice scritch, scritch, scritching in the walls.

They were frightened too. :o
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: alwaysright on March 26, 2010, 03:59:10 PM
Ok, first post here but looooong time lurker. 
Reading all these experiences makes me feel like I'm not so odd, heh.
Got a bunch of stories, hopefully these will keep Dottyg busy for awhile.  ;)

My parent's home has been haunted for as long as I've remembered. There will seem like there is always someone at the door, but when you look up the person will disappear. My mom recently retired as a piano teacher after about 50 years, so we thought maybe it was students coming to visit after passing over. My mom would comment to her students who would look up quickly at the door, "Oh, you saw the ghost too?"
I got her to stop that, no need to frighten the neighborhood kids! (Their home was built in the 50's and they were the second owners. It's very possible Indians used to live in that area, but the spirits were never threatening.)

My mom would lie in bed after my sister and I were at school and Dad was at work and would hear the water turn off and on in the bathroom. She would hear feet clomping down the hallway and stop in her bedroom. She would always squeeze her eyes shut, but could always feel the pressure as someone would sit on the bed next to her. We always figured it was Dad's dad who passed away when my dad was in his 20's and and who had never met my mom. It wasn't an angry presence, but still disconcerting!

I never had that same visitor, but I did have my own experience. When I was 14 or so, I babysat for a wonderful little girl. Normally you couldn't have gotten me within 20 feet of a child, much less babysit one, but I knew she was special. I babysat her for a couple years and then she was diagnosed with a rare form of leukemia. She lasted about 2 years and the last time I saw her she was in horrible shape. I loved her and was happy to spend any amount of time with her.  When she passed away the funeral was HUGE as she had touched so many lives. 
A week or so after she had passed away I had just gotten ready for bed and was just staring into space above me, thinking of her. From out of nowhere she appeared above my head! She was just half an apparition, as in I only saw her head and shoulders. But she was "back to normal" and beautiful.  I wasn't scared at all as she just looked down at me. I just smiled at her. After about a minute or so, she disappeared. I didn't bring it up to my mom or anyone else because I didn't want to risk being laughed at.
The next night it happened again. This time I first looked at her again and then reached up to touch her. She disappeared rapidly after that and I never saw her again, but she left me feeling very peaceful.
The thing that astounded me was that an article appeared in the paper that next morning about spirits. It said that a lot of times ghosts appear to have only head and shoulders. Well, that just astounded me! Mom caught me reading it and was wondering why I was so white, so I finally broke down and told her. She said to just treasure the fact that Jordy came to say goodbye.

I saw a medium about 18 years later who told me that sometimes people who have passed on do come back to say goodbye to the people they know loved them.  She also said that Jordy was in a great place and was indeed a very smart girl who was able to figure out how to show herself to me.

As far as I know, my younger sister and my dad have never had any weird moments in the home or anywhere else. I know I'm not a full blown psychic, but I have had a fair number of incidents where I could see something coming, predict a song coming on, etc. I'm also a great judge of character and have very rarely been wrong about someone.

I'll try to think of more stores.  :)
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Jules1980 on March 30, 2010, 03:39:24 PM
Resurrecting this thread... Hope no one minds.

I love ghost stories and have tons of them from working in medical centers over the years.  However, for my first story I thought I'd go with one that's not really a ghost story, just sort of creepy.

My dad died in November of 95.  Our house burned to the ground less than a month later.  By the next fall, we were living in a mobile home on the same house spot. 

That fall, my mom dreamed one night that she was in our old house, the one that had burned, and she looked out her bedroom window, which looked out into the front yard.  She saw my dad and granddad chopping firewood.  She said it never occurred to her that she shouldn't be in that house, or that both my dad and granddad were dead, only that it was odd that they were chopping wood because we hadn't had wood burning heaters in years and also, they had owned a logging business when we did have them and always used the chainsaws to cut up firewood.  She walked out and asked what they were doing and my daddy stopped and told her that it was going to be a very cold winter and he wanted to make sure that we had enough wood laid by for everyone.  (My grandparent's had also had a wood heater at one point.)  My mom said, she told him that we didn't have wood heaters anymore  He told her, that yeah, he knew that, but he didn't trust the new heaters and wanted to make sure we were prepared.  At some point, my granddaddy told them he was 'going to check on Ida Lou' and make sure she was ok, and for my dad to pick him up there.  (Her house was about 100 yards from ours.)  That was the name that he and he alone called my grandma.
My mom woke up then, and she said the dream was so real that she had to sit there and really think about whether it was a dream or a memory of something that had really happened.

My grandmother told my Aunt the next day that she had dreamed that my granddaddy had come and told her it was going to be a bad winter, but that Neal (my daddy) had cut some extra wood, so don't worry.  That he'd stayed and talked to her for awhile, then told her had to get back, and walked out of their house and off with my dad.  (It also didn't occur to her that they should be dead.)  She was only confused that my daddy didn't come to the door to get him cause she knew there was some reason she really wanted to see him.
My grandmother also said the dream was so real, it took her a few minutes to realize she had been dreaming.

My mother and grandmother both told my aunt about the dreams at different times and hadn't talked to each other between.

That winter was really cold for the area we lived in and at different times, both ours and my grandmother's heaters went out for the weekend and we had to use  the space heaters in my dad's camper until Monday.

So maybe, they were trying to warn us.
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Scuba_Dog on March 30, 2010, 03:47:31 PM
Jules, that story gave me goosebumps.  I bet your Dad & Grandpa loved you all very much!
Title: Re: For jaxsue - My brother's "ghost story"
Post by: Sals on March 31, 2010, 01:22:30 PM
Thanks to y'all for pulling this thread to the top because I've been reading it all. morning. long.  It's gonna be a productive day, I can tell.

I have seen weird things in the sky twice.  Once, during college, my best friend and I were visiting her parents at their hunting cabin in a very rural area and her uncle, a fairly level-headed doctor, had been over for dinner and then called us he was driving back to town and told us to go out on the porch and there was...something.  Several little white lights in the sky, kind of swirling around, almost like they were chasing each other.  He could see it from his car on the highway and we could see it from where we were a couple of miles away. The other time I had come home to my parents' house for the weekend and my brother was also home and came to the front door and yelled for Mom and I to come out because we HAD to see something and we all stood in our driveway for about 10 minutes watching this orange triangle shaped light move around the sky--up and down, back and forth, but very quick.  It was fun until it looked like it was heading steadily towards us and I, in my X-Files-induced horror made everyone go inside. (Dad and little sis were out when this happened and they STILL laugh at us about our big UFO hunt)

Count me in the weird and seemingly random deja vu crowd.  I also have a weird psychic sense about the phone.  If I have the ringer and vibration on my cell turned off and I put it in my purse, I still know when someone's calling, especially if it's my mom.  When my great-aunt died, it was two days before my brother's wedding, so our phone was ringing non-stop and when it rang, I KNEW that it was someone calling to tell us she had passed away.  Same thing five years later when my mom called to tell me my grandmother had passed away.  When I was almost eight, I had a dream in which I was playing at my best friend's house and her mom came outside and told us that my mom had the baby and it was a girl and my great-aunt was coming to get me to take me to the hospital.  Which was weird, because my parents didn't tell us mom was pregnant until the next day.  When my sister was born, I was at my best friend's house.  And her mother came out and told us, and then my aunt came and picked me up (although we went back to her house and then went to see the baby the next day).

I've never SEEN a ghost, but a really good friend who sees things all the time, tells me that's because I don't want to (I'm a chicken and happily admit it).  However, I feel things all the time.  Friend said I sometimes feel things that even she doesn't and I'm blocking myself from seeing them.  My three big ones...

When I bought my house, it was sold by the owner.  It was a little cottage bungalow, built in the 1940s.  There were two larger bedrooms and on very tiny one.  When I looked at the house, the previous owner showed me around including what I would have considered the master bedroom (it had the biggest closets), but which was virtually empty.  There were a few things stored in there, but she really didn't use the room.  When I moved in, my dad and brother were helping move stuff and eventually they left and it was just mom and I there and over the course of about 20 minutes, the most bizarre odor developed in the house.  It was somewhere between chemicals and burnt rubber and natural gas, but none of those things.  It was strongest in that one bedroom.  My cousin who's a volunteer fireman came over to check that there wasn't a fire (he said he had never smelled that odor in his life), my brother came and checked all the wiring we never found anything.  That was the worst the smell ever was and it would show up from time to time but much weaker.  I ended up not really using that bedroom.  It was gorgeously decorated and my things were in there, but it felt weird.  Like the lights were too bright and the sounds were too quiet.  I ended up using the other bedroom most of the time, until I found out that I was more comfortable in the tiny bedroom that was an office on the the daybed.  The one bedroom was the most "off" feeling, but the whole house really felt out of sync to me.  It was almost creepily quiet all the time.  My brother and SIL rented it from me when I moved out and that room was my nephew's nursery and my SIL said she always felt weird leaving the baby in the room--and I never said anything to them to give them an idea there was anything wrong.  My parents and my brother also said that I was like a different person the entire time I lived there--I always seemed really sad or really snappish.  The things I know about the house are this--it was on a good sized lot that went all the way through to the next street which dead ended into the bird sanctuary and river.  There wasn't anything across the street behind me except woods, in which there was an old cemetery.  All of the people buried there were African-American .  The graves were from the 1870s to the 1930s and some of the people had been slaves.  I also know that the stretch of 6 or so houses that backed up to those woods had a huge turnover and that a friend who lived in the house three down from me several years before I lived there, had all kinds of stuff happen--voices, like a party, in his LR while he was asleep in the BR, things broken when he came back into the house after being out. 

I went to a university that was practically destroyed by Union troops during the Civil War.  All buildings except four were burned to the ground 10 days before the war ended.  One of the surviving buildings was a guard house in which three Union officers were killed by a cadet before he fled the campus.  It's supposed to be famously haunted, but I was never ooked by it in the least.  However, I had several classes in the first three buildings that were built after the War.  They were rebuilt using bricks from the rubble of the destroyed buildings.  I went in the bathroom in one of those buildings...once.  It was absolutely terrifying to me.  I don't know why and I can't tell you what I was scared of but it was this overwhelming sense of foreboding.  I wa