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Have You Ever Seen A Ghost?!

Have you seen a ghost?

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They don't always look white or blue or transparent. From the experiences of mine and others they can look as real fleshed as you and I are.
 
yes I've seen a couple. when I started uni there was a presence (protective I'm sure, I think it was my grandfather). I'd see him in the mirror every now and again, and woke once to see him standing beside my bed watching over me.
 
yes. grew up in one of the first houses built in an old but very nice neighborhood the house had had a police officer killed in the attic in the 1890's. several times through those formative years at critical times a shimering in the air would occur and you could mentally hear his irish brogue voice warning. once was the day of a midinight explosion on the service porch. once a warning to stay out of the cellar, the river had flooded and a den of rattlesnakes had sought refuge on the stairs. once he told my mom to go to dads shop NOW, she did and found him lying on the concrete floor...turned out the tightly sealed (winter) building had had a gas leak and dad had been overcome by the fumes.

when my most favorite and much older cousin (lesbian, not relevant just info) was going with a friend to mexico on vacation, she and her companion were destroyed in a horrendous multi car crash. this cousin had taken me in as the child she would never have and our bond was deep and still is. she woke me in the middle of the night before we were notifiedof her death and apologised that she didn't have a chance to say good bye in the flesh. the next day when the call came in my mom started to tell me about it and evidently i said "i know xxxx told me good bye last night." wont bore you with more but i've had a number of incidents in my life and yes, i believe...have experienced ouji boads fortune tellers and tarot card events that were to exacting to be co-incidence

the spirit world is not to be feared, just respected...ok, so think i'm a nutso crack pot, won't change my mind.
 
DC1990 said:
when we looked straight ahead there was an old man in some kind of uniform with what looked like a gas mask box, about 5 meters away, walking towards us. We looked back at each other confused, because it was a cul-de-sac and we knew everyone in the street. By the time we looked back, he had dissapeared.
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Holy fuck !

I got a chill just reading that.
 
JohannBessler said:
Back to the post topic: my whole family lived in a haunted house in the 1960s. There were phenomena that the whole family saw, but the only thing I remember is strange holes drilled into the floor—by the previous occupants, who'd been drilling to see where the strange sounds were coming from...
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That's.. really.. bizarre!
 
Should I tell the story ?

meh

OK, I will....

When I was -oh, I dunno- three or four, maybe, I was watching TV with my Dad and my Grandmother.

I don't even remember what show it was, but I *do* remember that there was a scene with a cabin in the woods on fire.

Oh, it was all high drama. This woman needed her pills to live, but the pills were in the burning cabin... I remember close ups of the burning rafters falling down around the pill bottle. All really silly, I'm sure.

But.

I absolutely freaked out. I ran screaming from the room and hid myself in the bathroom off the kitchen. My Dad and Grandma assumed that I was just scared of the fire on the TV, but something else much more intense was going on.

To this day, I'll never forget it. I saw myself, -except it wasn't myself- not in this life, anyway... Walking around the charred remains of a house that had just burned down. I could feel the heat from what was left of the fire, I could smell this God-awful smell of burning wood. It was like a memory of something that never happened, at least not to "me".

There was an odd, almost golden energy to this memory. Comforting and scary at the same time. It resonated with a power that I can't quite explain.
Like a glimpse into another time, a time that happened once and had a bit of a leftover energy.

I'm sure those who have stuck with me this far feel that I should be committed, but that's my 'ghost story'. My personal glimpse into a concept that time and space are not all they appear to be.
 
A few years ago I had a bad case of bronchitis and went to the hospital. They felt that it could turn to pneumonia and wanted to keep me overnight for observation. At the time, I had good medical insurance so they checked me into a private room (to obviously get the most money out of the insurance company). It was a really nice room, on a high floor, that had wall to wall windows overlooking the city. The view was spectacular and I told the nurse it was beautiful. I was not sleepy yet but it was late so I tried to go to sleep. I turned off the lights and as the bed was facing the windows, there was nothing before me but the night sky and the unobstructed view of the city. I said out loud "Wow, what a view", closed my eyes and curled on to one side. I wanted to turn over and as I did, I opened my eyes...
At the foot of the bed stood a very old old man. His face was white but his body was black, almost like he was wearing all black. I know he was standing there because he obstructed my view of the window. He looked at me and seemed to smile as he fixed the blanket at my feet. I can't explain it but I didn't feel threatened. It was as if he died there and was happy that I enjoyed the view as much as he did. I closed my eyes...opened them again...and he was gone.
 
JohannBessler said:
It has been suggested that, in some cases, ghost visitations might actually be some kind of time warp, some kind of phenomena where one era straddles another....
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I think that is what it was...

It's amazing to me that it happened so long ago, and yet feels like it happened yesterday.

I mean, I wasn't even 5 years old yet. I couldn't begin to tell you what happened earlier or later in that day, but that moment, that memory, refuses to leave me.

In a way, it's a feeling of faith. A conformation that there is something else much bigger than ourselves going on all around us.

I feel privileged for having experienced it.
 
JohannBessler said:
One interesting tidbit: the bar had actually been a speak-easy during Prohibition...
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I love 1920's history! :D
Joshua_me said:
Should I tell the story ?

meh

OK, I will....

When I was -oh, I dunno- three or four, maybe, I was watching TV with my Dad and my Grandmother.

I don't even remember what show it was, but I *do* remember that there was a scene with a cabin in the woods on fire.

Oh, it was all high drama. This woman needed her pills to live, but the pills were in the burning cabin... I remember close ups of the burning rafters falling down around the pill bottle. All really silly, I'm sure.

But.

I absolutely freaked out. I ran screaming from the room and hid myself in the bathroom off the kitchen. My Dad and Grandma assumed that I was just scared of the fire on the TV, but something else much more intense was going on.

To this day, I'll never forget it. I saw myself, -except it wasn't myself- not in this life, anyway... Walking around the charred remains of a house that had just burned down. I could feel the heat from what was left of the fire, I could smell this God-awful smell of burning wood. It was like a memory of something that never happened, at least not to "me".

There was an odd, almost golden energy to this memory. Comforting and scary at the same time. It resonated with a power that I can't quite explain.
Like a glimpse into another time, a time that happened once and had a bit of a leftover energy.

I'm sure those who have stuck with me this far feel that I should be committed, but that's my 'ghost story'. My personal glimpse into a concept that time and space are not all they appear to be.
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Glad you did tell the story, dude!! ..| (*8*)
 
JohannBessler said:
Here's an interesting idea: I wonder if you in your time era, and they in theirs, are seeing each others' "ghosts"?
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Hmm...

Quite possibly.

There IS a temptation to attach religious symbolism to such things. If only because that's how many of us were raised. If it's unexplainable, if it defies logic, then it must be "God's work" or something. "Mysterious ways" and all of that...

But I do take an odd comfort in the experience. It's been on my mind quite a bit today, if only because a rarely talk about it. Most people would just roll their eyes.
 
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