Ghosts I Have Known

[moi621 (imported)]

Okay, some of us believe in Ghosts.

My involvement has never felt any spirit out to get me.

Ruth was an Abyssinian cat I acquired from an Animal Shelter.

She was very into people and would always want to be around them.

The condominium I owned had a history of visits of apparitions. The neighbor upstairs had an experience and later a girl friend visiting came out of the hallway and asked if the place was haunted because she had a feeling. I referred her to the upstairs neighbor's experience.

At age 13 Ruth got gut cancer. I had the first tumor removed, she recovered, it came back and she passed at home.

Friends who would visit the condo after might suddenly startle and claim they felt like the Ruth just jumped on their lap. She liked to straddle a thigh like a big cat on a tree branch. So there was a special feeling to her lap sitting.

Anyone wanna share ghost stories? Or general spooky stuff. It is not about Halloween.

Since I was drafted with no choice, I do take these experiences as tangible and "matter".

Moi

I do believe in ghosts

I do believe in ghosts

[bobover3 (imported)]

I worked as a camp counselor the summer I was 19. Part of the program was that campers got to go on an "adventure" - they went to the other side of a large lake by canoe and spent the night in the woods by the shore, alone except for one counselor. One night I was the counselor alone with 6 nine year old boys in the woods. We all all went to sleep - as much as the bugs would allow - in tents.

I heard a strange slithering noise outside my tent which went on for a minute or more. It was my responsibility to protect the kids, and there was a prison-hospital for the criminally insane about 5 miles away. My imagination started working, and I pictured myself alone with a knife-wielding lunatic, far from any help. I shined a flashlight through an opening at the corner of the tent. There was a plastic bag of hamburger buns sliding slowly across the ground.

That was probably one of the scariest moments of my life. I was terrified. Knowing I had to do something, I ran out of the tent shouting and holding the flashlight as a club. An annoyed raccoon looked up from "his" hamburger buns and waddled away with more dignity than I had at that moment.

Those of you familiar with country living or camping probably expected something like that, and wonder that someone could be alarmed. But a city boy like me had never met a raccoon, and it was a startling introduction. One of the kids asked me what was wrong and I told him to go back to sleep.

Anyway, for about 10 seconds I considered the possibility of some supernatural fiend, but it turned out to be only a natural one. That's my one and only "ghost" story.

[BossTamsin (imported)]

I'm gonna preface this with a simple statement: I firmly believe that all these 'Ghost Hunter' style shows are complete and total crap.

That said.... I have lived in a haunted house. For a number of years, actually. There was the standard sound at night, of someone pacing up and down the hallway. That's pretty generic though, isn't it? Of course, doors also had the habit of closing (and sometimes locking) themselves, which is a little more unusual. Then there's the time I woke up to the sound of heavy breathing, and trust me, the moment I heard breathing in the room I can guarantee that sound wasn't coming from me. My sister was awoken by her radio blaring and the room light coming on by itself. Pictures wouldn't stay hung straight, particularly family photos. One day we even found hand prints had appeared going up the wall. No biggie, except there was a 15' vaulted ceiling in that room, and the hand prints ran all the way up, between the family photos which were all askew. After we moved out, we heard tales that the burglar system in the place kept going off on it's own at random intervals, causing no end of trouble to the new owners.

Need I mention that the house was built on Native American burial grounds, and we're pretty sure who was haunting the place based on when the strange stuff started?

[Riverwind (imported)]

Years ago I worked swing shift for Ferry Morse Seed Co in Mt View California, it is now HP (I wonder if they have the same problem).

I worked alone and the door to the computer room was half glass and sometimes I would see a shadow go by, when I would run to the door to look ---- NOBODY. After a few months of this I was talking to my wife when it happened so I told her, she thought about it and said he was the night watchman and to go look for an open window or door. This was important as when I left I would turn on the alarm system which if it had an open anything would not work. This had happened several time and sometimes would take a half hour or more to find it.

After that every time I saw this guy go by I would check the building and every time I would find an open window or door. Once I realize this I would thank the ghost.

A few years later and a couple jobs later I was back at the seed company, there was a new night operator who was going for his masters as a psychologist, I was a programmer by that time but the company liked the idea of having two people there New State Law, one night I asked him if he had ever seen the ghost?

He like to fell out of his chair, started shaking and said, 'I thought I was going nuts, so you have seen it too' I laughed and explained what it was and after that when ever we saw the ghost we went looking for open windows and doors.

I did some research on this and found that years before they had a night watchman who had died on the job walking the halls.

River

[tugon (imported)]

My first exposure to things no longer living was a friend's house in town. It was an old home in one of the older neighborhoods. I always felt ill at ease when I visited. One night we were enjoying some wine and cheese when one of his decorative muffin tins mounted to the wall hit the floor. What was different is that it did not fall to the floor but accross the room on the floor. As if it had been thrown. There was also a light switch that was stuck do to its being painted over too many times. On occasion the light that would have been operated by that switch would come on even though the switch remained in the same position. Soon my friend began to dream of evil bursting through the basement floor and sighting of a female ghost. The ghost was fairly active until his sister moved in with he and the ghost. The sister could see her and the ghost calmed down with a woman in the house.

My first ghost sighting was in the morning while brushing my teeth. I was providing care for a gentleman with Alzheimers and was in his bathroom. I glanced out to see if he was still sleeping when I saw a woman walk down the hallway. I watched as she reached a closed door and walked right through it. She was a complete visual image not a fuzzy outline. She must have really wanted to be seen.

While caring for the same gentleman I had times where I felt I was about to have an out of body experience. I felt my body was getting heavier and I might float out of it. There was an odd noise associated with the experience and this caused me to be afraid. Several times I had to really fight to wake myself up to keep it from happening. One time when I awoke something resembling a leprechaun was in the room with me. I was quite shocked and he was equally surprised I could see him. He ran through the wall and I was never troubled with those disturbances again. I remember wondering if they were trying to get me out of my body to gain access to possess me.

The next experience was weird and it involved a vertically flying butterfly or moth type creature that was visible but not physical. My first time being aware of it was while lying in bed drifting off to sleep. It landed on my right arm and a voice in my left ear said do not worry you are safe. As I was hearing those words the thing disappeared. Several nights later I was walking out to my car at dusk. The thing buzzed my head which startled me. I was very glad to get in my car and drive off hoping I could drive faster than it could fly. Enough time had passed that I had pretty much forgotten about it. All of a sudden it flew in through the upper corner of the family room and through the floor to the basement. I was at my mother's home and waited to hear if she saw anything. Nothing was said so I was the only one who saw it. When she went to bed some of the lights did not work. I checked things out and all of a sudden there was no power in the front half of her two story home. The back bedrooms, kitchen and family room had power while the living, dining and upstairs front bedroom had none. An electrician came the next day and could not find the source of the problems and the lights came on of their own accord.

[A-1 (imported)]

As long as you do not have to call the Catholic Priest for the OFFICIAL exorcism, all is well. Beware that some things defy explanation. This does not mean that there is not an explanation, it means that it is difficult, if not impossible to find. It is much like janekane argument about law.

It is possible to know all laws?

Yes.

Is it probable?

No.

...some things are too difficult and hard to explain. For these things there is the Supernatural...

I highly recommend THE CELESTINE PROPHESY (http://www.amazon.com/Celestine-Prophec ... 0446671002) for reading around about and on 12-21-2012.

Sometimes the "END" of something merely means a new beginning...

If you prefer, there is a cheaper version... (http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q= ... hrophecy%2 520.pdf&ei=6u-8UIDHMaXs0QGE64DgDw&usg=AFQjCNG_0jSnFz4zZNJMf9nQuDikzmxiUQ)

[tugon (imported)]

I forgot to mention my favorite ghost. My favorite everything. Oh I was young and in love. I met a young man who was so kind and considerate, strong and handsome. We had attended high school together and I always flirted with him. One night in a bar we gambled a little bit to see who might have to do a favor for the other. He lost first and I was not interested in doubles or nothing but I did give him a chance to win which he did easily. Living closest to the bar and with me having a darkroom in the basement off to my house we drove. That is the fun way our relationship started.

It ended physically on an early Easter morning on his way home from a bar. Talk about not emotionally prepared to handle a loss like this I was blown away for many years. He did try to help. He would visit me at night and I never knew when it would happen. We would kiss, laugh and just be close. Of course in the morning I would mourn him all over again. One night I was strong enough to ask him to stop coming to me. I explained how tough it was mourning him all over again. He has not visited since, even though I ask him. Of course now I have my beagle and his name is Corky same as the love I lost. He also gives kisses and makes me laugh. I miss my ghost.

[moi621 (imported)]

Late night TV is showing "The Canterville Ghost".

That movie plus "The Ghost and Mrs. Muir" were stories I loved watching on TV as a

"Child of Hollywood" with more TV Stations then most at the time.

Ghosts are not malevolent. Get to know one. The worst are just mis-understood.

Sometimes my mother's presence has been around. Russky wife dreamed her saying,

"I forgot all my Russian".

Her brother, Uncle B. later told me how they spoke only Russian in the home until one day my

maternal Grand Parents made the "English Decision". My mother was 5, Uncle B. 3 and

the youngest one year old.

Mom was asked "not to visit" and no more presence has been reportable.

Sometimes my ADHD friend 30 years my junior feels a weight on the head in my home.

A little , Well actually a lot of White Sage fuming does wonders to lighten the atmosphere for a long time.

I do hoard and clutter does attract those djinn of clutter.

BTW my clutter is cleaned once every 4-6 weeks by my Mexicans and the house feels so much better, even guest notice. The cleaners are careful not to mix this and that all important, clutter.

From Canterville Ghost and Mrs. Muir to endless blah blah.

Moi

Ghosts are not all bad. Sometimes depressing. Sometimes co-exist.

Has anyone been aided by a ghost?

[Arab Nights (imported)]

This is a re-do of an earlier post which seems to have gotten lost.

First, IEunuch, I would be curious what your specific criticisms are of the ghost hunter type of program? The equipment? The theatrical idea of being locked in a place overnight?

You know that feeling of the hair on the back of your neck standing up? I used to rent a basement bedroom from a dear friend decades ago. Most of the time it was just the downstairs. But there were times that I would get this almost overwhelming sense of anxiety and even fear when down there. The old hair on the back of the neck standing straight up feeling. I toughed it out and nothing dramatic ever happened. My friend's son was once studying in the kitchen upstairs with his friends. They had a tape recorder going (1970s studying technology). The son heard his name called out from downstairs. He ran down there and nobody was there. He went back up to the kitchen and they re-played that time interval on the tape recorder. A voice calling his name was loud and clear.

One other time where I had that feeling jumps to mind. I was driving at night from Ely, NV to Delta, UT on Highway 50. I was out on the Sevier Desert, which is like being on the far side of the moon. Suddenly I got that same feeling of nervousness, fear, hair standing on end. I actually stopped to get outside and see if there was a UFO tracking me and turned on the interior lights to check for that skeleton in the back seat which was going to sit up and scare the living shit out of me. There was nothing but that feeling and, out there, there was nothing to do but keep driving. Probably five years later I was on the same highway at night and somewhere out on the Sevier Desert I got the same feeling again. I have made the drive uneventfully during the day a couple of times. My ex- got that feeling once driving at night past an abandoned lakeshore resort north of Hawthorne, NV. That stretch has never been anything but visually interesting to me.

Go figure. None of this, of course, has survived confirmation by the scientific method, so I guess it was all in my head.

[Paolo]

I have quite a few ghost stories, but I'll tell you this one.

In 2003 or so, I changed jobs and went to work for the person who bought out the local photo lab where I used to get all my film done in the 80's. The original owner was a true photographer, and he loved his work. He died suddenly, as most men fantasize about. He sort of became an urban legend here for it!

His boys ran the business into the ground a few years later. When I began working there, I was told that he sometimes 'came back'.

The main photo machine is a Noritsu 3000 series. You can Google that for images, etc. It has 3 print modes: PJP, AUTO, and PPI. We have it locked into PJP, which is "pre judge print". You tell it what to do. Many times, while sitting there in the lab working, I would feel someone looking over my shoulder. You can sense proximity, you know, but there was never anyone there. A few times, when I would stop to answer the phone or wait on a customer, I would come back to find the machine happily printing out photos.

Now, if a photo is done in AUTO mode, the back print will read NNNN, which means no corrections were made. In AUTO, the internal adjustments are not printed out on the back of the photo. Now, if I print with a green factor put in, M-1, the back will read N-1NN. If I print it darker, it will read NNN+1. The prints rolling out had correction values printed, such as N+1-1+3. The machine was in PJP mode, which means SOMEONE had to operate it. The printer cannot run by itself in PJP mode, and the mode cannot be changed without 3 mouse clicks.

So who printed the pictures? This happened more than once, too.

A few months later, I went back into the studio to where the refrigerator was (to store pro film in those days). I opened the door, and there he was - dressed in a tux to go and shoot a wedding. We both jumped, and I passed right though him, which was like walking through a waterfall of ice water. When we moved the business downtown, he must have stayed in the old building. I've not seen him since.