Are ghosts real?

[DrunkleJon]

The only houses I have lived in my dad built. Unfortunately I have not lived in any 'haunted' places. I have spent the night in houses people have told me are haunted but have experienced nothing. I am one of those people who do not scare easily (too logical a mind I guess), but honestly desire a good scare other than a startle. Horror movies do not do it for me, I see it all coming. I want to believe in ghosts and haunts and all but have not experienced it. I still want to experience the ananamalys that people do, heck, I went to middle/high school in an area which is known for being haunted and never have experienced anything. Still waiting, We will see.

 

[jmendez29]

When I was a kid, we had a house where the bedrooms were upstairs. My brother and I shared a room, and I had the top bunk. Every so often, I would wake up in the night and feel the bed shake a little bit. As young as I was, I was too afraid to say or do anything. I swear, it was ghosts. Turns out the foundation was inadequate so the house was settling and being in the top bunk in the still of the night I could feel it happen.

But much later in life, after I left the Nav, I stayed at my dad's duplex. The house was well over 100 years old. The story goes that after they moved in, they were in the attic looking at the different partially finished rooms up there. Just before they went into one of them, my cousin turns to everyone and says, "wait, she isn't ready yet." My aunt squatted down to talk to my cousin (about 5 years old) when he looks over his shoulder and says it ok, we can go in now. Kinda freaky, but wrote it off as the imagination of a 5 year old.

When I moved in, one of the bedrooms had some old nasty crappy 1970s wainscoting that I wanted to replace. It was a three day project to remove the wainscoting, patch the damaged walls underneath, replace molding, and paint everything. I swear, there was this unbelievable anger and rage emanating from that room the whole time we were working on the project. I thought it was just my imagination running away from me knowing that story, but my girlfriend insisted that I get up with her in the middle of the night so she could use the bathroom. To get to the bathroom, you had to pass in front of the room. Before this, she had never heard that story before so hearing her tell me what I felt was confirmation that it was real.

So yeah, no flying candlestick, no noises, no misplaced objects. But I **** you not, it was real.

 

[BigPicture]

I got 2.

1) One night I was sleeping comfortably in my bed, had one of those dreams where you have to make a decision. Good or Bad. Take this path or that. And I woke up, just opened my eyes. Did not move a muscle, just my eyes. At the foot of my bed was a hooded figure with its clothed arm stretched out over my bed. Rocking slowly back-n-forth. I was trippin. I blinked & blinked, then I said, "Mom? Mom?" since it was about my Mom's height. Then I just kicked it. My foot when right through it and it disappeared.

2) I'm with a group of 5 friends and we just walked into the house. My Mom is into antiques so she just bought a beautiful old armoire. This thing is HUGE. It takes up the whole corner of the room. We're all admiring it & I point at it, both doors open & close the opposite way they were. These doors are built in a way there is only 1 way to close them properly or else it looks all weird. All my friends are freaking out! And I have to go down there & make sure its OK. I open the doors & NOTHING is in there.

 

[unionrdr]

I don't know where to start. At the "old house" around the block we remodeled & sold,we had a bad experience with the owija board. Some spirit was speaking to us through it. Then,to our surprise,it spelled out "HOG GOODBY". Thinking the pointer stopped moving,I took my fingers off it. My wife looked at me with a face of complete terror I've never seen before or since. "Lenny,it's still moving"! I put my fingers back on it,& at that exact moment,it very forcably blasted out from under our fingers,out of the middle of the living room,& hit the fridge all the way on the other side of the kitchen. A distance of some 30-40 feet! The next day,we went to our parents house & explained the story. I asked pop what "HOG" ment,as I'd never herd of it. He said it means "hell over God". Ohhh chit...Some time after my mother died,I was once again sittin next to the window air conditioner (same house) at the same time in the evening,any spirits present using the conditioners noise to speak. They seem to use less of their own energy that way. Then my mother appears to my right,but kinda in front of me & floating a few inches off the floor. She explained to me that the power came from her side of the family,& that us kids (hers & dads) could use our minds to speak to each other. Then I heard them chiming in in my head. That was freaky. So anyway,one night I was sitting there,& I got a vision of this little boy,maybe 8-10 years old sitting in what I called "the dark place",a sort of limbo as Betty Eady described in her books from her near death experiences. Rock,dark leafless oaks,that sort of thing. People sitting on those rocks with their faces & eyes on a test pattern. I tried speaking to the little fella,since I'd heard him sobbing like any frightened child would. We had 4 at that time. So I asked him,"what's wrong son"? "I don't know where the **** I am"! Well,let's try praying for God to send one of your family to come & get you". I figured it was the only way for them to get out of there. Then the vision ended.
Some time later,I don't remember how many weeks or whatever,I was in the kitchen by the table doing something. This young man in a shimmery white robe,a veritable Adonis,stood there & smiled at me. He said something I forget. I didn't recognize him at all. Damn. He floated off through the living room & dissapeared,heart broken & sobbing. I was given to now that it was that same little boy grown up on the other side. He wanted to show me how good he was doing since I saved him from the dark place. Brothers & sisters,I still feel like sheep stuff on our Lords sandals for that one. Damn it.
Anyway,the next day after getting him out of thwere,I read the exact chapter in Betty Eady's book where she talks about the dark place. This went on for several days,each time experiencing the next chapter of the book the night BEFORE I even read it. Talk about freaky. We should put all these together in a movie. "Paranormal Brewer's Adventures". I have many more from my 57 years on this Earth. Here's a pic I took a while back,just to get a newwer shot of my lil brewery. I didn't see what's in it when I took it till I posted it like a week or two ago...
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I also have some VHS from the queen mary & a dangerous ghost experience on that cursed ship to back up that story of what happened to my wife. 3 hours & 18 minutes of hell...or a lil glimps of it. I'll NEVER take her back there again. I'd love to show ghost investigators that one after telling our story. It happened with what I know was a young woman who jumped off it & drowned herself. Vengeful lil bitch.

 

[Zuljin]

I want to see that video.

My younger sister used to get terribly upset about people dying. Maw maw Mable. Maw maw Dasiy. Our Memaw. Within days of being upset over the first two, they both died in their sleep unexpectedly. That was a few years apart. A few days after feeling that way about Memaw, she passed out and was diagnosed with cancer that she died from a few months later.

When our aunt got sick and was that way for a while with no idea why, one of our uncles wanted my sister to go stay with her to see if she got a feeling. There was a big fight over that. People argued about if it was right to do that, right to believe in it and if she'd get blamed if things didn't work out. Our aunt turned out okay. No idea what was ever wrong with her.

I used to think I saw our mom. Then, when her dog died, I thought I saw them both. Later, after I was older and no longer saw them, I figured I just really wanted to see them and saw what gave me comfort.

 

[aeviaanah]

http://www.theskepticsguide.org/

 

[littletommy]

Not a "ghost" story, but I had a very odd experience the day my mom died. It was around 5:30 in the morning on a Sunday, well before I would be awake on a weekend. I had woke up for some reason, and felt sorta like getting up to start the day, but it was just too early, so I decided to lay there and try to go back to sleep. I think I was just drifting off when there was a flash, and sound, on the wall about 3 feet to my left. I was facing the wall and it looked like a huge door was opening (there is no door on that wall), with bright, gold colored light shining from behind it. I actually heard the sound of it as it happened. The only thing I can think of to describe the sound is like one of the old time cameras that used flash powder, and the wooshing sound they make when you see them on tv. Anyway, it was very vivid, and very real, I actually sat up in bed and looked at my wife expecting that she had heard and or seen the same thing, but she was sound asleep.

We found out later, that at about the same time I was startled in my bedroom, my mom had suffered what was to be a fatal stroke.

Mom was a deeply religious woman, and lived her life as she thought God would want her to, so I like to think mom came by to see me one last time before she left.

 

[unionrdr]

I want to see that video.

My younger sister used to get terribly upset about people dying. Maw maw Mable. Maw maw Dasiy. Our Memaw. Within days of being upset over the first two, they both died in their sleep unexpectedly. That was a few years apart. A few days after feeling that way about Memaw, she passed out and was diagnosed with cancer that she died from a few months later.

When our aunt got sick and was that way for a while with no idea why, one of our uncles wanted my sister to go stay with her to see if she got a feeling. There was a big fight over that. People argued about if it was right to do that, right to believe in it and if she'd get blamed if things didn't work out. Our aunt turned out okay. No idea what was ever wrong with her.

I used to think I saw our mom. Then, when her dog died, I thought I saw them both. Later, after I was older and no longer saw them, I figured I just really wanted to see them and saw what gave me comfort.

It's on two VHS tapes,as that's the format this old video cam used that we borrowed from sister in law for the trip. I still want to get it transferred to DVD though. then I could use slow motion on the player to show the spirit orb that followed my wife into the cabin during the tour. she walked in after me a some other folks. The rest is really interesting & proof that shiz happens sometimes. The ghosts on the Queen Mary are documented over time as well.