Your best (or second best) true ghost story.

[BlueIris]

I may post mine later, depending on whether this thread gets any responses.

[BlueIris]

1. I'm going to be sad if this thread gets no responses.

:hi:

[tismyself]

2. I've got one

I went to look at a condo here in town, great location, money was good. An older widower was selling it. It was hotter than the blue blazes of hell outside that day, but in some areas in this condo it was bone chilling cold. On the second floor a door opened to a stair case which led to the attic. I opened it and a rush of ice cold air blew down. I felt weird too, grossed out and creeped out at the same time.

Anyway, I couldn't get out of there fast enough, but stopped on the front porch long enough to ask the old man whether or not his wife actually died in that place. He looked surprised, said yes, and that she had always loved the place and didn't want to leave. I said 'apparently not' or something equally as brilliant and fled. I don't have a problem with ghosts and most things that I don't understand, but this presence or whatever it was felt malevolent and overwhelming.

[BlueIris]

3. Spooky! I love it. nt

[AngryAmish]

4. I heard a banshee the night my mother died

My father heard one too when he was a kid.

[ceile]

5. Kick.

I don't have any stories, but I want to read others'.

[BlueIris]

6. OMG, a thread of mine was KICKED. THANK YOU!

Do you know how rarely this happens? It probably hasn't happened more than ten times since I've been a member! Someone wants to read responses to one of MY threads! HA HA HA HA HA! Ha.

[ceile]

8. I love a good story.

I watch all the cheesey ghost hunting shows. :hi:

[SacredCow]

7. A friend of mine has a ghost in his house, I think....

We were dating at the time, and I was saying goodnight to him at the front door- your typical hug and kiss. All of a sudden, I felt something jabbing me in my lower back- right on my spine, and I thought it was him "massaging" me because I had complained earlier that my back was hurting (it was my upper back, though). But it very quickly became painful so I thought he was teasing me, so I said, "Hey, goober- cut that out!" He looked at me funny and said, "what?" I told him that he was hurting my back by poking on it. He then started pulling back from me, and that's when I realized that his arms were OVER my shoulders- no way he could have reached to my lower back! I spun around, and of course there was nothing there and the sensation immediately ceased.

He then told me that the previous owner had passed away in the house- Ms. Gladys, was her name, and that she makes her presence known from time to time. His dog will frequently act as if there's somebody in a room when there isn't- especially the room where she spent her last days in bed. It's never been anything menacing.

That was my only experience with her, though, and I spend a lot of time there.

[pinstikfartherin]

9. I don't have a personal one but..

I do have a family story.

My great grandmother's house in Scotland is said to be haunted. Her daughter, my grandmother, has told a few stories about that house.

They had stuff fly off of shelves overnight. Things on tables and the fireplace would be scattered some mornings. Their fish would also be found dead on the floor. At first they thought it was the cat, but when they began locking him out it would happen too.

When my uncle was a baby and my grandmother still lived in Scotland, she was at home alone one night and saw a shadow walking up the stairs toward my uncle's room. When she ran toward it, it vanished.

[harmonicon]

25. scary shit!

This reminds me that the annual "ghost to ghost" show is coming up on coast to coast am - a good time :)

[BlueIris]

38. It killed their fish?

That is INSANE. Yikers.

[tismyself]

10. well?!

What's your story? :bounce:

[BlueIris]

24. Mine is so *boring*.

Here's one that is sort of related but didn't happen to me.

My paternal grandmother was a very troubled woman (sorry, grandma, but you were not happy in this life cycle).
She did not have what we might call a good relationship with my father. A few weeks after her death, he was in his office alone, and one of his donkey-shaped book ends, which was made of heavy pewter, fell from a high shelf and hit him on the leg. (He wasn't anywhere near it at the time, and didn't jostle anything he thinks could have knocked the donkey down.) He believes it was his mother saying hello.

[geomon666]

11. One night, a few weeks after my grandfather passed, something very weird happened.

I was 10 years old at the time and my room sat right next to the front door. You walk out my door and a few steps to the left, there's the front door and in front of that front door there's a heavy iron gate that you can easily hear open and close whenever somebody goes through it. Anyway, that night around 10:30 or 11:00, I'm starting to fall asleep when all of a sudden I hear that iron gate swing open and then slam shut with a terrific crash. My bed is adjacent to a window that looks out onto the front lawn. So I immediately go look to see what's what and I see nothing. Absolutely nothing. No kids running away, nobody.

I get out of bed and out of room and I see my mother coming out of her room and I asked her, "Did you hear the gate crash shut?" She nodded and went to check on my grandmother while my father went outside to see what he could see. The gate was closed which is the way we usually keep it at the end of the day. I then go to see how my grandmother is doing and I see that she's awake and my mother is talking to her. My grandmother didn't know english so I ask my mom, did she hear the gate crash and she says, "No, she was trying to sleep and she started to hear somebody calling her name and then we came into her room."

Needless to say, it was hard to sleep that night. Some other strange stuff happened after that but that story by far has stuck with me the most through the years.

[Fire Walk With Me]

12. There was once a terrible actor who was eventually used to run a mighty country.

A mighty country, which those who used him hoped to divide and conquer. The terrible actor mocked and sneered and laughed at the public while his handlers continued the process of uprooting all that made their country mighty. This terrible actor died, but his ghost is still present in every single action taken to destroy that mighty country, mocking and sneering and laughing at those who are harmed. His ghost is present as others divide and conquer the mighty country into something they can easily rule, and steal from at will.

ghostly laughter, mocking, and sneering.

[ismnotwasm]

13. LOL

"The Ghost of R. Reagan" based on a true story

I have no ghost stories. I never get to have any supernatural fun.

[Lyric]

14. I was almost sixteen when my father was killed.

I had a really hard time at the funeral, because it was a closed casket--I didn't get to say goodbye, and I didn't have any kind of closure. I decided to stay the night with a friend after his funeral, because I just couldn't handle being around my family right then. As the sun was starting to set, I went outside to sit on her front porch and just be by myself for a while. I've never been religious, and neither were my parents, but for some reason I just tossed up a wish at the sky--"Dad...if you're okay, send me a sign or something? Just let me know?"

Instantly, a bright light came on to my left--a street light on a pole across the street. I was shocked for a moment, but then I laughed it off as coincidence. After all, I was out there when the sun was setting--of course the street light was going to come on, right? But it did make me feel better for some reason, so I went back inside and went to sleep.

The next morning, I was having breakfast with my friend and I mentioned the incident with the light, figuring she'd at least get a smile out of the story--but she just looked bewildered, and asked, "What light?" I walked outside onto the porch with her to show her, and there was nothing there. Not a single porch light, tree light, security light, light pole, or ANYTHING that could have been mistaken for one. There wasn't even a neighbor's house or a barn across the street--just an empty field that hadn't been used for anything for years.

How's that for a ghost story?

[tismyself]

16. ok, now that's really cool

I love that story.

[harmonicon]

26. that's a lovely story

A few years ago, a very dear friend of mine died, and my girlfriend swears that when we were at the funeral parlor, she said something to him, and he made the lights turn off and on in the bathroom in response. I don't really believe in any of this stuff, but I would like to.

[unpossibles]

15. I used to be a baker at a nice restaurant

and on Saturday mornings, I also made pasta for the week. Anyway, I was alone in the building, and the kitchen was a semi-open design where I could easily see into the main dining room/bar depending on where I was standing.

So anyway, I was standing there cutting the pasta sheets one day, and I saw a woman walk by me in the main dining room, which was about 8 feet away, and into the dining room past that one to the right. She had a white dress on and dark wavy hair, but I otherwise did not get a good look at her.

I immediately stopped what I was doing, walked into the dining room saying "hello?" and looked for her. I looked in all three rooms, under the bar and tables, and anywhere else she may have gone, but did not find her. I checked the locks (still locked) and eventually even checked the basement and walk ins. No one. I told myself I imagined it, got back to work and did not mention it to anyone.

A few days later, I was working and overheard the maitre-de telling one of the servers that the building was haunted, that a woman had killed herself there many years back. I didn't say anything, but was kind of freaked out a bit, I have to admit, despite being a relatively rational person about these sorts of things.

[av8rdave]

17. When I was a kid, there was this abandoned house a few blocks away

that was rumored to be haunted. One summer night, when a bunch of us were having a "camping sleepover" in the backyard, we dared ourselves into visiting the house in the wee hours.

As soon as we stepped onto the weed infested, overgrown lawn, we began to hear a rapping noise coming from the house. Rap, rap, rap...

We were terrified, but more terrified of being the chicken, so the four of us approached the house together, as the sound got louder. Rap, rap, rap...

The remains of the front door, long off of its hinges, lay on the dilapidated porch, rotting on concert with the once - painted planks we walked across. As we stepped inside and our eyes adjusted to what little light there was, the sound grew ever louder. Rap, rap, rap...

Is seemed to be coming from upstairs. Gingerly, we made our ascent, mindful of missing treads and rotten boards. We were all aware of our rapid, nervous breathing. Our pitiful, frightened rasps and sighs were no match for that dominant rap, rap, rap...

The sound came from behind the first door we encountered in the debris strewn hallway. Frightened as we were, we pushed the door open into a small room, empty but for an old dresser with one intact drawer at the far end. Our fear enveloped us like a damp blanket. Still, we had come this far. We couldn't resist the urge to open the remaining drawer from where the sound, even louder, seemed to come. RAP, RAP, RAP...

My hands shaking, I slowly pulled on the drawer handles. The drawer protested against years of neglect and swollen wood, but slowly opened. RAP, RAP, RAP...

Through the dim light and our terror - widened eyes, we saw...

Three rolls of wrapping paper.


Sorry....haven't heard a lot of ghost stories I believe are true.

[bikebloke]

18. A couple

When my grandmother was dying in the hospital, my father was in the room with her. Suddenly, his sister was standing there. Only she had died some years previously. Really freaked him out.

Not so weird, but while I'm here...I was running an orienteering meet at night. One control was located at an old family cemetery (the area had since returned to forest). I saw a light, thinking it was the control and started running towards it. Suddenly, I noticed the real control to my left. When I looked around for the other light, it had vanished. I asked if any other runners were around there, but only two of us chose the most difficult course. The other bloke had been through there long before me. it might not have been a ghost, but a run-of-the-mill faery.

[Corgigal]

19. This is the ones my friends all loved

Several years ago, my husband was rushed to the ER because he was in cardio shock. I called his parents and sister and we all waited outside in the waiting room to see if he would live or not. We were there about an hour, when a older man walked into the waiting area. He was wearing a bomber jacket and had white hair. He looked to be in his late 50's or 60's. He went up to my father in law and started talking to him. I really didn't pay much attention to him because my mind was some where else.

Finally the ER physician called me into one of the office and told me he was going to make it. His blood pressure was going up and he will be placed in ICU for awhile. I went out to tell the other family members and the older man in the bomber jacket left the room. This happened in July in Tampa, Florida and when he left he went in the opposite direction of the parking area. None of us to this day understand what happened.

[amitten]

46. Wait....I don't get it. Why is that a ghost story? n/t

[geomon666]

20. Bump

In the night. :scared:

[BlueIris]

21. OMG, a thread of mine was BUMPED. This is HUGH!!&!! nt

[Ten Bears]

22. I once awoke in the middle of the night to find my wife on my shoulder...

... and shifted just a bit to allow circulation to flow. As I did this I noticed, in the darkness, a cloudy haze directly over my wife. It was almost like cigarette smoke, swirling and shapeless. I thought to myself, "That's odd" but nothing more. As I shifted I woke my wife who sleepily rolled onto her back and opened her eyes. Once she did she screamed and shouted, "Get it away, get it away!" I said, "Get what away?" She tried to hide her head under the cover but peeked out and yelled again, "get it away!" I began punching again and again into the hazy cloud that I had seen. After a moment or two my wife calmed down and said that it was gone. I asked her what was gone and she told me there had been a ghost directly over her and that my punches had caused it to go away. I punched into the cloud because I had seen it earlier just before my wife awoke and while I don't believe in ghosts my wife does. I have no idea what it was but I punched at the cloud until I saw it dissipate and after it dissipated was when my wife calmed down. We refer to that night as the night I beat up a ghost. The difference is that I say it jokingly but my wife means it. We've never been bothered since. My wife says I have a tough guy reputation in the ghost world now and they steer clear of me.

[Maraya1969]

23. I was at a psychic circle once. They would turn the lights down and someone

would read a prayer and then we would sit in silence until different people said things. Across the room, (it was dark so I could not make out his face) there was a guy and I swear I saw Jesus with the thorn of crowns on his head. I kept moving my face away because it was freaking me out. But then a very psychic woman next to me said "Maraya"" you have something to share, share it.

I just pointed to the man and said I got the feeling that he was suffering for someone else's sins. I mentioned nothing about Jesus. And then.......here is where my hair stood up...............a guy a couple seats down from me said "It looks like Jesus on the cross".

I was so freaked out that I never went back to that group. I've had other less impressive things happen over the years but I'm not scared of it now.

Later I talked with the guy who had the Jesus thorns and he told me he was living with his alcoholic father who was very abusive.

I don't know why that man and I saw the same vision. I would like to find out someday.

[harmonicon]

27. mine's not so good

When I was a kid, for a year we lived in an old house way out in the country - the next closest house was my grandparents' farm, about a mile away. Several times I saw strange shapes in either from the corner of my eye, or things that would quickly appear and then vanish.... moving very quickly. I don't really believe in ghosts, and now think that I probably just had an over active imagination, but then I thought these things were very real and mysterious - maybe not ghosts, but something that I'd never seen anywhere else and didn't understand.

[RFKHumphreyObama]

28. I've posted this before

My paternal grandfather died in August 1991. My sister and I had not seen him for four years because we lived in a different country to him and he passed away just about ten days before we moved to his country on a permanent basis. Although he had been ailing for some time, the actual timing and manner of his passing was unexpected. That created unresolved issues for some members of the family and I think it was of great disappointment to him that he never got to see our family before he passed away

My grandmother was still alive and we visited her that Christmas. She moved out of her bedroom and gave it to us to sleep in. On the first night we were there, I was alone in the room playing with a toy when I suddenly heard a voice coming from next to the closet. It said my name and welcomed me to the city in which we were in. I was petrified and ran out of the room where I was calmed down by my family. I am certain that the voice was my grandfather’s spirit.

[BlueIris]

29. Kick, for the night crowd. nt

[Frank Cannon]

30. A friend of mine was a nurse at a hospital in L.A.

One day she walked into an empty room to get something, and she saw a woman in a hospital gown seated at the window, crying. She said, "Ma'am, are you okay?" and went to walk over to her, but as she got halfway across the room, the woman just... dissolved. Faded away.

Freaked out, my friend went back to the nurses' station and told her supervisor what had happened. Her supervisor just shrugged and told her that a few nurses had seen the woman. No one knew who she was or why she was there, but since she didn't do anything besides sit at the window and cry, no one really thought too much about it. She told my friend not to worry and that if she ever saw her again, just ignore her.

My friend got a new job shortly after that.

[BlueIris]

31. Yikers!

Just ignore her? Not even, "Yeah, call security again if that happens" or "Oh, that's our ghost, no need to try to verify if she's a real patient or not"? Nice.

[Frank Cannon]

34. It was like, "Yeah, yeah, big deal".

Apparently, it had been happening there for some time.

[skooooo]

55. wow.

I bet stuff like that is not completely uncommon in some hospitals.

Interesting!

[last_texas_dem]

32. I got nothin'

in the way of ghostly experiences. The best I can do is a secondhand story from one of my friends that isn't even a ghost story, but is at least sort of creepy IMHO. Hopefully it isn't too lame...

When one of my friends (Aaron) was nine or ten years old, he used to often spend the night at his aunt and uncle's house on Friday nights. They were pretty well off and had this big house out in the country.

He liked sleeping on the living room couch so he could stay up late watching TV. The living room was pretty big with high ceilings, and on one wall it had a sliding glass door where you could enter the house from the side. They usually kept it locked but didn't always close the vertical-hanging blinds.

Anyway, it was probably around eleven o'clock or so when Aaron had turned off the TV and was getting ready to fall asleep when he saw this tiny orange light just kind of sitting there a few feet off of the ground, through the sliding door. The door was on the other side of the room from where he was so the light looked really small- but it was still weird and kind of intriguing. He then saw the light move a short distance off to the side and to the left, and then return back to its original position. Convinced he was seeing some sort of UFO far away in the distance outside, he got up to get his aunt and uncle to come see the strange light with him. But by the time he and his aunt and uncle returned, the light was gone.

He was disappointed, but still curious because he was sure he hadn't been seeing things. The next morning he searched around the back yard to see if there was any sign of whatever it was he had seen the night before. After spending an hour or so exploring in the back yard and discouraged, he had starting walking back to the house. As he neared the sliding glass door, he noticed a half-burnt cigarette in the dirt a few feet away from the door.

[XemaSab]

33. THAT is creepy

Reminds me of a time when I was little. My mom and I lived in Oakland, and one night in the middle of the night something woke my mom up. She lay there in the dark and listened for a minute, and all she could hear was a tiny little tinkling noise from the bathroom. She got up to go see what it was, and when she went in the bathroom she saw a man behind the window. He saw she was there and ran away.

She called the police immediately, and when they came they found out that he had been using a glass cutter on the window, and the sound she had heard was tiny pieces of glass falling onto the tile. :scared:

And the cops didn't think he was there to steal things. :scared: :scared:

[last_texas_dem]

43. Wow, that is scary...

I had a strong fear of somebody breaking into the house in the middle of the night while I was growing up; I can't imagine how hard it would have been sleeping at night afterward knowing about a close call like that one. I'm glad that your mom heard that sound!

[Frank Cannon]

35. Holy shit.

Ghost or no, THAT is messed up.

[BlueIris]

36. Kick, for the morning crew. nt

[RebelOne]

37. OK, here's mine.

One night I went to my mother's house. She lived alone. When I reached for the front door knob, it slowly turned on its own and the door opened. No one was there. I went to look for my mother and she was asleep on the couch in the Florida room at the back of the house. And I knew the dog didn't open the door.

[RT Atlanta]

39. Mine from college

When I was in my senior year of college, I was struggling with "where do I go from here." I was applying to graduate school and, at the time, wasnt sure whether I woudl get it (I was ultimately accepted and went on to complete the program) and if I wasn't accepted, what would I do (my degree was in history) and where would I go from there. My girlfriend went to a different college (we're married now) in a different town and we both wanted to be together, but again not sure where or what we would do. So, this type of thought process was constantly on my mind in the waning weeks of my senior year of college.

As I was heading to the library to study, I sat down on one of the benches in the square in front of the library - very broad square with no obstructions within a 100 yards of the library or any other building (remember this fact). Also, for whatever reason, there were no students around me at all. The day was so nice and because I didnt have another class for a few hours, I said what the hell and stretched out watched the clouds float by and just let me mind wonder about where I was going. I will also add that at that time in my life, I was more religious than I am now and had been doing a lot of praying about my future and where I was going. Also, my undergraduate college is in the South and there was not a large African American student population.

So I am just hanging out and wondering where to go and, at some level, hoping for some divine direction - really in a meditative-like trance. All of a sudden I am felt this tapping on my shoulder and an African American student with the most radiant smile said, "Hey man, I just want you to know Jesus loves you." I sat up smiled at this guy and told him thank you and that he would be suprised how much his statement and taking the time meant to me. He said, "thank you and see you around" and started walking off and I laid back down for another moment or two. However, his statement really made me smile and I sat back and was feeling a lot better emotionally. I then decided to get up and go catch up to the guy and say thank you again because he really brightened up my day. Well, the dude was no where to be seen on the square or anywhere in the distance. Within about 3 seconds had vanished completely.

To this day, I am not sure whether this guy was a ghost or an angel or some other friendly spirit, but whomever he was and whomever sent him really lifted me that day.

[laylah]

40. Sitting on my new patio

after my "menopausal moment" to leave Colorado and my family to return to Illinois. The friends/movers had left, the night was dark. I remember wondering WTF had I done. I felt a hand on my shoulder and felt a familiar smell...Old Spice. Then I heard these words "Everything is going to be okay, baby". It was my Dad as sure as I sit here, and the only time he ever lied to me.

[cwydro]

41. We were camping on the cliffs overlooking Omaha Beach

in Normandy. I was with my family and sharing a tent with my sister who was sick with a bad cold. I was in my early 20's. It was not a campground; we were the only ones there on the cliffs.

I awoke very early, just before dawn and could hear what sounded like loud rustling outside the tent. I thought nothing at first, thinking it was raining or windy. But then realized it wasn't raining.

I told myself it was the wind, but the sides of the tent were not moving. I just lay there and the sound increased...as though people were running by outside. I tried to persuade myself to just look outside the tent, but found I just could not do it. My sister was sleeping and I was too weirded out even to wake her. I was afraid to make a sound. I felt very unsettled and scared. I could not figure out what was wrong with me or what I was hearing.

Finally, the sun came up and when I heard my parents stirring I got up and related my experience. I said I did not want to stay there another night. My mom said it was probably a dream I had had given the bloody history of the place. My dad scoffed and said, "well at least they will be friendly ghosts since it was Americans who landed here." I replied that they did not feel like happy ghosts, not at all.

The day passed and I could not get the feeling out of my head. Night fell again and I went to sleep after my sis and I killed a bottle of good French wine.

Just before dawn I woke again to the same sounds. It seemed louder this time and I thought I could hear whispering voices. It sounded like wind rushing through high grass, but there was no wind again. I was absolutely petrified and even at the age of 24, pulled the sleeping bag over my head. The sounds continued until daylight, when I finally ventured outside.

We went into the nearest town after that night and never spent another night above the beach. I refused to go back to the cliffs. I still remember that experience as though it were last night.

[geomon666]

42. Kick, bump, scratch, etc. n/t

[ProdigalJunkMail]

44. about a week after my grandfather died...

when my dad was a boy, my grandfather worked as a nightwatchman at a lumber yard. every day after work when he would get home (just before sun up most mornings) he would walk by the corner of the house, bang on the siding near my father's room and holler, "fish 'r bitin'...let's go!" my father would get up and they would go fish...

well, about a week or so after my grandfather died, early morning, just before sun up, i could hear someone walking by the corner of my home, rap on the siding and say, "fish 'r bitin'...let's go!" now, i figured i was dreaming or someone (a cousin) was playing a sick trick...until i remembered our bedroom was on the second floor of our home...so i KNEW i was dreaming...until my wife asked me about it!

i still get chill bumps...got 'em right now

sP

[geomon666]

45. That's a cool story. n/t

[Mad_Dem_X]

56. OMG, that's wild!

:scared:

[City of Mills]

47. I am a ghost...

...there was an accident, the details seem fuzzy now but around 1984 when I was ten, I was crawling through some new sewer piping at a construction site near my home when there was a deafening loud noise and everything went black. Every day, I wake up laying on the grass in this field, and I don't remember how I got there...sometimes I see people nearby and I ask them where I am but no one seems to see me. I've learned awhile back that I can 'phase' into nearby homes, and eventually I taught myself to interface with electonics devices, including computers. It seems to be my only commnication medium now, and DU is the only site I really go to. The funny thing is, I also learned to send my 'energy' through the computer so that I can rematerialize in other people's homes. In fact, if you look -

I'm standing right behind you.

[skooooo]

53. omg! DU's haunted!

:scared:

[City of Mills]

59. ...

...right behind you.

[skooooo]

60. yikes that is too scary!!

Why are your eyes red? Do you need some sleep?

[City of Mills]

61. It ain't easy being undead

The red eyes, the ridicule of the nonbelievers... some days I just want to be invisible. Oh wait, I AM invisible :)

[enigmatic]

48. A good thread for you

Some great stories here:

http://allnurses.com/forums/f8/whats-your-best-nursing-ghost-story-108202.html

[XemaSab]

67. Those are some great stories

Thanks for the link!

[gmoney]

49. My mom and grandfather went to his childhood home...

...long story short, as they were looking around, the family that lived there asked if anybody had died in the house when he lived there. He remembered that his baby sister died there with a fever, and they said they'd seen a little girl ghost, but she was also with a young woman ghost, and it reminded my grandfather that they'd had a boarder living there who'd also died in the house, but he'd not thought about that in years and years. The long version of the story was quite creepy...

[geomon666]

50. There once was a man from Nantuckett.

Who saw a post one day and he liked it. But then that post waned and yet he remained so then he decided to bump it.

:)

[gabby garcia]

51. I was 13 yrs old..

and my grandma (who lived with us) was visiting my cousins across the country in California. That night as I was sleeping I woke up and my grandma was standing next to my bed. I looked up and said "Grandma! What are you doing home?" I was really happy because I had been missing her so much as we were very close. She smiled and told me she loved me and be a good girl and go back to sleep and I did. The next morning before school I asked Mom where Grandma was and why she came home early. She looked at me strangely and said Grandma had not come home and I must have been dreaming. Well I was a bit freaked and went to school. When I got home later that day I saw my Dad's car in the driveway which was rather odd as he never came home from work early back then. So there they were sitting at the kitchen table with the news that my grandma had gone to sleep last night at my cousins home, and never woken up. The weird thing was they could not look me in the eyes when they told me.

I know she came and said goodbye to me that night.

gg

[skooooo]

52. wow that's pretty cool!

I had an experience that really shook me up, but it's kind of long and convoluted to type out.

A lot of people I know have had experiences -- seeing a candy dish fly off the table, for example.

[Mad_Dem_X]

54. Wow.

Very cool.

[RFKHumphreyObama]

63. That is very cool

Wow!

[Dr. Strange]

57. On a dark, dark street...

there was a dark, dark house.



And in that dark, dark house, there was a dark, dark room.



And in that dark, dark room, there was a dark, dark chest.



And in that dark, dark chest, there was a dark, dark box.



And in that dark, dark box, there was...












a CALCULUS TEXTBOOK!



Yeah, I got nothing.

[lizziegrace]

58. Someone I know takes care of an old house built in the 1860's

No one lives there but the owners occasionally stay. After filling some cracks in the plaster, he primed the wall and was using oil-based paint late one evening. While he was painting, he was aware of the smell of perfume. He stopped a minute to clear his head and started painting again. He was overwhelmed with the smell of perfume again. At that point, he decided he was finished for the night...

:scared:

[BlueIris]

62. Okay, here's one of mine that's not all that spooky, just nice.

My grandfather's second wife was more like a grandmother to me than his first wife had been (sorry, Grandma R). After Grandpa died in '04, her own health issues got worse. I knew she was dying, but didn't have the financial resources to visit. I did try to say good-bye before she died, via letters and phone calls, but the money to visit was just not there. Two weeks before the midterm elections, I was driving to a campaign office and felt an incredibly, well, snuggly sensation in the car. It was very positive and etheral (glittery, almost). I thought, "Hmmm, interesting; angelic visit?" Later that night, my father called to tell me that she had passed away earlier in the day.

[susanna]

64. OK - don't know if it's a ghost thing...but it still puzzles me to this day.

It puzzles me because nothing like it ever happened before - or since.

My mother and I were on a vacation about 15 years ago. We were in Biloxi, Mississippi and decided to go tour Beauvoir, Jefferson Davis' home there. I'm a huge history buff and I thought it would be interesting. Mom went along to humor me (she's NOT a history fan). We got there and we walked in to buy tickets. I have never - and I mean never - felt such a huge surge of negativity as I did when I walked through those doors; I was stunned by it. We went closer to the area where you buy tickets (right where the residence starts) and I said, earnestly, to my mother: "I can't do this." She looked at me like I had grown a second head. She was exasperated and pointed out, "you dragged me here - what is your problem?" I told her: "Something is not right here and I am not going in." We did not go in and ended up going to a casino down the road (she was happy, that was more fun for her).

I still have a hard time explaining how suffocating that place felt. I am not sure what happened. Very, very weird, as I am the least fearful person most of my intimates know. I can only say it was very, very intense.

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[BlueIris]

66. Oh, that's messed up.

I think you were right not to go in. And what a "shock" that negativity pervades that place.

[susanna]

69. Yeah - it was all so strange. I'm not sorry I missed it!

I am a huge history buff and have been to lots of places, some that might also have negative energy. But that was just gut-level and utterly unexpected. I just could not bring myself to cross the threshold, and that was certainly a first for me.

[EFerrari]

65. We lived in a house that had been moved.

It was nice and big and our two sons shared a room.

When I'd go check on them on the way to bed, the rocking chair would be gently rocking as if someone was in it. The rocking never woke them up or anything and we never said anything to the kids but, we decided we had some kind of visitor who liked to sit there and rock.

[ferrferr]

68. My bestfriend and I in middle school

Decided that we would play Bloody Mary. We got a flash light, her little sister came with us and we stood in front of the mirror with the flashlight shining on us. I stood on the left, my best friend to my right, and her sister to the right of her.

Over and over we chanted "Bloody Mary".

I'm not sure how long it really was that we were chanting, but as I looked in the mirror I saw my curly blond hair turn long and black. I looked old, winkled, ashy, and run down. The black hair was sort of limp and my lips were withered and red. Looked over at my best friend and her hair was long and black, but was normally mid-length, curly, and brown. Her skin was porcelain and smooth and her lips a bright right and plump. I looked over at her little sister, and she had medium length black hair, the same porcelain skin and pink lips. All of us were wearing dark clothing that I could not totally make out. My best friend saw the same thing as I did at the exact same time and we bolted from the bathroom.

I just recently spoke to her and despite the fact that it has been nearly 15 year since that incident neither one of us can enter a bathroom without turning a light on first.

[XemaSab]

70. Ghost story kick!

:bounce:

[XemaSab]

71. .

[BlueIris]

My thread lives! CALL CONGRESS. RIGHT F-ING NOW.

Hee.

[BlueIris]

72. Ahem.

I'm just happy my thread lives.