Do you believe in Ghosts?Have you had a strange encounter you just cant explain?
Do you have a story you have heard
I want to hear it tell us what happened?
Heres one of mine:
I used to live in a house with a ghost, well I think it was, as I never saw it, however we heard most nights walking from the main bedroom up the hallway to the lounge room doorway, where it would stop.
The footsteps where not soft by any stretch of the imagination, they where the sound of heavy boots on timber floor boards, but the area was carpeted.
One night when we had friends staying over with their kids. During the night, one of them woke up screaming, not a nightmare scream, a terror scream parents would understand the difference, we where in the lounge room.
We settled the child, and when all was calm we asked her what had frightened her so, say replied: 'the footsteps in the hallway had woken her, she had sat up bed, then a man in a black coat and hat entered the room, stood at the foot of the bed and stared at her, then reached out to her, thats when she screamed and then he just vanished.'
Needless to say we were shocked and searched the house, yard etc, all windows where locked and no-one had entered through the door....
The footsteps have been heard on regular basis since, but no one ever saw him again.
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Hmm. Which one should I tell? There are a few. One was friendly, one was reassuring (though I wouldn't say it was a ghost but another sort of spirit), a couple I'm not even sure were spirits, and one was down right terrifying.
I'll tell the latter one. Just for kicks.
I was on vacation, I should rather say holiday because I was in Scotland at the time. Anyway, I was in Edenborough (sp?) and decided to take one of their famous 'ghost tours.' Just expecting a creepy local and some scary stories, I wasn't at all surprised to find the group descending down into a set of dark, candle-lit catacombs. Oh, there were electric lights, but the candles gave it atmosphere.
What did surprise me a little was that all the stories supposedly all happened in those same chambers. I brushed it off, for the most part, and stayed as calm as possible in such a claustrophobic setting.
After a while, though, I couldn't shake or dismiss the terrible feeling the place gave me. Almost an aura.
In one hallway the light went a certain distance then stopped. It didn't fade gradually as I would expect. It stopped as if the darkness were a solid object. As hard as I tried I couldn't take my eyes off that hole. Fear that something terrible would emerge from the depths from those depths if I took my eyes away held me fast and I wanted with all my heart to leave that place.
I started praying the St. Micheal's prayer just as we started moving again. The instant I passed the threshold of the next room I felt better and went directly to one corner.
I learned a few minutes later that this was called the 'safe room,' the one place the most dangerous ghost couldn't enter. And that the ghost of that room, a friendly cobbler, was often seen in the corner I was standing in.
I couldn't shake an apprehensive feeling for the rest of the tour, and I told the guide afterward that I thought they should stop taking people down there because it was dangerous.
She laughed and said that she heard that a lot from mediums and psychics. I don't claim to be either, but I think they were right on that.
After giving my warning I ran as fast as I could from there. I had to get away, as far away as possible, as if that place might follow me if I stayed.
I've been to a few haunted places ghost hunting.. Too many stories to tell at those places, but there are 2 I have.. One involved my cousin.. Many years ago they lived in a place where a teenage girl was murdered ( Before they moved in ).. I was over for the school holidays and one morning I woke up and he was lying on the floor on the other side of the room from his bed.. He told me he had dreamed he was attacked by a demon or something, which picked him up and threw him across the room into his cupboard which had a mirror on it.. He said it smashed and cut him bad.. This was weird, it got even more weirder when he took his shirt of cause he had scars all over him, which he never had before, but the mirror was intact except for two fine cracks, when we looked at it, it looked like a religious cross upside down, we all know what that means.. Shortly after, and after another incident which my uncle witnessed they moved..
The other one was when a few old friends of mine did a saionce ( Or however you spell it ) at a cliff near a graveyard.. After a while we stopped as nothing seem to be happening.. Started having a smoke and threw the lit butt over the edge of the cliff, next thing it rose back up then fell.. We ran like a bat out of hell..
I thought I posted my story here a couple days ago!
I grew up in a house built in two stages, the older part just after the Civil War, the "newer" sometime in the 1890's. Despite that, there has been only one "manifestation" I can think of, and it occurred 25 years ago, when I was a HS senior, on a Friday evening. I had gone to bed about an hour after my parents, and was almost asleep when I started to hear the sound of heavy footfalls in the attic. They tromped up and down and back and forth, and I lay there, quite frightened I must admit. This went on for maybe five minutes, then stopped, with the footsteps stopping at the head of the attic stairs.
There was silence, and I thought that, whatever else it might have been, this little incident was over, when the heavy footfalls were descending the stairs. Now, for a variety of reasons, my parents kept the attic door not just closed but locked at all times - not that this is necessarily a deterrent to a ghost, mind you. When the footfalls reached the bottom of the attic steps, they stopped again. The door to the attic was catty-corner to my bedroom door, and I sat up and watched as the door knob began to turn, first slowly, then quite violently and loudly. Then that stopped.
The single most frightening thing, then, was the site of a hand - and it was not like any hand I had ever seen - slipped between the top of the door and the doorjamb (they are not flush), grabbed the door, and shook it extremely hard. At that point, the light in parents' bedroom came on, and I could hear my father roaring, "What the hell is going on?" I lay back down and pretended to be asleep. I was terrified, though, because I knew what my dad would do - open the attic door, and I did not want to hear him scream as he came face to face with whatever was on the other side of that door.
He threw open the attic door, climbed the steps, and went all through the attic. Needless to say, he found nothing.
I have had other incidents, none of them even remotely frightening, and some of the really fascinating, but this one still scares me when I think of it. My only comfort is knowing my father heard it, too, because I know that I wasn't hallucinating or dreaming.
That hand. Brrrr!!!
I don't mean to rain your parade but I've got to say this. I'm not denying that what you guys saw was real - in fact I've witnessed some things too. BUT...there is not such things as a ghost meaning, a previously living person. The Bible tell us that it is appointed to us to die once and when we 'sleep' (die) we are unconscious, not aware of anything. If you see a person, figure, or your dead grandmother - please know that it is a demon. If a demon has you believing that it's an ex-human or your late grandmother, then he has caused you to DISBELIEVE God - hence you call God a liar. And in turn, that will draw you away from God because you believe Him to be a liar because you saw something with your own eyes and you believe it. There's no doubt that you saw it, but if you think it's a ghost (and not a demon) then you have mis-identified it.
Carol, you are KOOKIE! .. the bible should play no part in what you are saying. You can see a ghost, you cannot see God. Who's to say there even is a God? There might not be anything at all. Infact there is evidence that man did evolve from Apes. The first sub-species of the human race was an Astrolopithicus Afarensis, that was here millions of years ago. Please do not try and tell me that every single ghost is a demon, and please stop reciting bible passages.
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