BOOOO! Do you believe in ghosts?

[Beauty]

Yes I believe.....when my father passed away we were getting ready for the funeral. Of course my mom was very upset and she said "I just wish I knew he was okay and that everything was okay." At that moment the curling iron moved across the table (It was sitting in the very center) and feel to the floor. We just looked at each other and assumed that was daddy.

Then one night John and I were at mama's (before she moved in with us) and we both heard the back door open. We both got up to see who in the world it was and of course it was closed and locked. Mama's dog was also growling and "talking" and she is one of those dogs that never says a word.

Yep I believe!

 

[honeywolf7]

When I worked at the Bombay Company, we had one in our store. Some of the people who worked there (including me, once) saw a woman in a long grey or brown coat when the store was closed. Things would fall for no reason (they weren't placed precariously and no one was near them). A couple of times back in the stockroom I didn't see her but sensed her presence.
Remind me not to read/post to a thread like this while in a building that is totally empty besides me. I was posting and someone knocked on the door and I screamed.

 

[MosMom]

I don't know. I believe anything is possible and pretty much don't discount anything completely. I've had some weird things happen before for sure but in the back of my mind I wonder if they were just coincidence.

Shortly after my SIL died, we had lots of weird stuff happen for awhile but it doesn't happen anymore. My daughter was only 18 months old when Kim died and when she was about 2 she started waking up in the middle of the night scared and she would tell us that "The Lady" was talking to her. I just always dismissed it as a bad dream. Then we were looking at old family pictures and Moira saw Kim in one of the pictures and identified her as "The Lady". I literally started shaking & teared up. "The Lady" visited Moira at night for about another year and then it stopped. I don't know what the heck happened but it was weird!

At Kim's viewing I went outside to get some fresh air because I couldn't handle it and I said "If you're still here with me, let me know" and seconds later a white jackrabbit hopped right up to me and sat there looking at me. It was literally 3 feet away at the most.

Like I said, I don't know what happens when we die so I won't dismiss it...but I can't say I for sure believe in them either. We've just had some funky stuff happen!

 

[Mishetta]

I do believe & here is my lengthy story......As most of you know, I recently lost my dear Mother to cancer. Well, I also lost my Dad in 1968 of a sudden heart attack. The day my Mother died, I had just returned to the hospital from dropping my kids off at home with a cousin who could watch them so I could spend uninterruped precious time with my mother who was "transitioning" as the nurse put it. As I re-entered the hospital, suddenly I saw 2 people come up along side of me & it was like they were carrying me. It was my Dad on my left, & my Mom on my right (in her hospital gown.) I just knew then that my Mom had passed on. I (thought anyway) I missed my mother's passing into eternal life. I said out loud "you left me!" when I saw my Mom but no response ~ from either of them. They were both looking straight forward & had this look of being on a mission on their faces. They brought me up the elevator, through the corridors of the hospital & up to my Mom's room. I first saw my aunt there as I entered & I said "she's gone, right?" My aunt said "no, she waited for you....she's still breathing." I said "how is that possible since my Mom is standing right here to my right & my Dad's to my left?" I approached my Mom's bedside & held her hand & I could see she was breathing but very long intervals between each breath. The nurse told me to ask her if she saw any angels or my Dad or her parents & I did but my mom was not able to communicate. I did tell her that I saw my Mom & Dad in the corner of the room & the nurse said that she's heard so many stories like that before. She also said that the people who are still able to communicate as they are dying, also say "I just saw my late husband" or other family members that had passed away. Anyway, I did tell my Mom once again how very much I loved her & that my husband Michael was a good man & he would take good care of me, as well as the people that were in the room (cousin, aunt, friend) so she could go now. She had tears in her eyes as she took her last breath but again, I looked in the corner of the room & she was standing there with my Dad. Once the nurse said "she's gone" everyone was hysterical & I was so calm & was consoling those around me. My parents brought me a calmness that can only come from a higher power. I'm a very emotional person. I think it was God's way of lessening the intense pain I would have felt otherwise since my Mom & I were extremely close & we suffered together the entire year she had her cancer. So if you call an "apparation" a ghost, then yes, I saw a ghost.

My Mom was near me each time I would start to break down..she'd appear & that grief (the volcano rising up from my stomach as I like to refer to it), would turn to calmness. Well, on the Friday before she was laid out in the funeral home, at 3:04pm I told my DH "oh my God, my Mom's here & she's dressed in the outfit I brought to the funeral home. She looks beautiful but her hair is combed different" so I proceeded to explain how my mom's hair was combed. The next day was the first day of viewing we had. We walked in & saw my Mom in the casket looking so lovely (she was a beautiful woman but the Cancer took her beauty away the last couple months) & I heard my husband gasp....I asked "what's wrong?" He answered "your mom is wearing her hair different, & it's like you described it yesterday when you saw her!" So it was! I asked the funeral director what time my mom was prepared & he said "she was done yesterday (Friday) about 3pm." (Remember, I saw her on Friday at 304pm.)

I've also heard a voice say "NO" out loud to me when I was in danger of trusting a stranger who turned out to be a serial killer. I was only one of 2 out of about 8 people that were murdered that got away. It was a female voice ~ still don't know who it was unless, it was a Guardian Angel.

Have more to tell but I've made my post waaaaay too long already. By the way, I'm a very spiritual person so I don't know if that has anything to do with any of my experiences. Believe...the ghosts or spirits are REAL ~ just like the Tag Fairies on this board!

 

[Adrianna]

Thanks, guys for sharing your stories. I know it's very personal and emotional for you to put this stuff on a message board, so thank you for sharing and I'd love to hear more!

 

[TEENEE]

Yes I believe.

My mom got pregnant with me when she was 17. Her dad passed away when she was 10. At the time of her experiece she had not told her mother that she was pregnant. One night she could not sleep. Her dad was sitting on the end of her bed all night long. As the sun started to rise he started to fade. She knew then that she had to tell my grandmother that she was pregnant.

When I was a kid I had a friend who had a ghost in her house. When her family first moved into the house her fathers watch disappeared. They chalked it up to the move. Out of the blue the watch was re-appeared. We found out that an old woman was murdered in the house. Her name was Sarah. Sarah would get upset if the girls got in trouble with their parents. She picked up a pitcher of koolaid off the kitchen table and dropped it on the floor because one of the girls was being scolded. When we would have slumber parties at that house we would all sleep downstairs. When everyone was down stairs we would hear footsteps upstairs and could watch the chandelier in the dining room shake. One morning my friend was in the bathroom, I was still laying on the floor in the sleeping bag I had slept in the night before when I saw footsteps go across the bottom of my sleepingbag going towards the bathroom.

My dad passed away when I was 6 months old but he hasn't left me. When my house is quiet he likes to show up. I will get the feeling that someone is looking at me and turn around to see him sitting in my living room. He leaves quickly, I wish he would stay longer.

I have more stories but I think that's enough for now.

 

[TIdoublegaER]

I don't know. I don't necessarily believe because I haven't actually experienced anything I consider to be supernatural. But I don't NOT believe either (please excuse my double negative - which probably make it positive that I DO believe!). I don't know what I would do if I experienced something or if I would try to just blow it off as weird or part of my imagination. I do know that if I have heard that some place is haunted, I will avoid it entirely. I am honestly too afraid to find out if ghosts are real or not!

 

[always quiet]

My mother got pregnant (and married) when she was 17. This was back in 1937. My parents were living with my mom's parents at the time. One night, while she was about 7 months pregnant or so, my mom woke up to see her grandmother standing at the foot of the bed smiling at her. The next morning, she told her mom about this. My grandmother said that it meant something was going to happen but it would all turn out ok. Later that very day, my mother went into labor and delivered my oldest sister, who weighed in 2 lbs 4 oz!! The family had no car to get my mother to the hospital. The family doctor who delivered my sister told my mom to wrap her in cotton gauze and place her in a shoe box and keep the box in the bed next to her. The next day, a cousin, who was "better off" had stopped by for an unexpected visit....he had a car! They rushed my sister to the hospital and she survived! It's hard for babies that small to survive today. All the hospital did for her was to place her in an incubator where she stayed from May to Sept! They said it was a miracle that her lungs, despite her early delivery, were completely developed!

 

[Rajah]

Wow Michetta. Such touching stories, and beautiful.

Some really neat stories here.

 

[Gette88]

Hey, Regis & Kelly must be reading The Dis because they talked about this subject today. Regis asked Kelly is she believes in ghost and she said yes then told him a story about her deceased Grandmother. Then she asked Regis and he said yes, and I think he said he has seen a ghost but I can't remember for sure.

 

[Eiblis]

ok another long one.

When my oldest DD was 2 1/2, she was screaming in her room, I assumed it was night terrors, but she pointed to the end of her bed and said 'man and lady' were scaring her. Having been told I had had bad dreams as a child (when I saw a boy standing at the end of my bed, nightly for weeks) I decided to tell her to 'ask them to go away , as they were making her scared' she did this ....then she followed something across the room and out of the door. (I had major goosebumps)
When she was 5. she started to see 'the lady' ( a different one) a nice one. This lady came at least once a week for years.
Apparently this lady made her feel good and happy, several months after first mentioning it to me, we were visiting my DH's aunt and she got out a photo album....DD pointed to a picture and said thats the lady.......thats Lillian....it was her great grandmother who passed when she was 12 months old. Only ever called grandma or great grandma by the family....but you guessed it......her name was Lilly/Lillian.
Since then DD now 16, has seen many, I have gotten her books and found out as much info as I can. She believes that most are looking for someone to tell them to 'go to the light' or at least recognise they are there. And she has never seen one that meant her any harm.
ok i guess I will prolly be labelled a weird mum now......But I do believe that it is so easy to dismiss childrens dreams as just a bad dream, I know when I saw the boy, my father told me it was a dream and to throw something at him....I threw a hairbrush and watched it go straight through him, now THAT really freaked me out.
And made me scared to sleep for weeks.
My younger DD has never seen anything tho.

 

[WDWHound]

This gets a bit involved, but stay with me.

One of the most memorable experiences from my childhood was a weekend over 25 years ago when my father and I bought a couple of tiny Hot Wheels toy motorcycles (one for Dad and one for me) and spent the weekend racing them. My sister and my mom were out of town, so it just was Dad and I having fun. I was 10 at the time and I don't think we had ever felt closer to each other.

Flash forward to a couple of years ago. My father had passed away 10 years earlier. I was going through a box of stuff I had forgotten about when I found my old toy motorcycle. I was thrilled to find it again, but I was also very sad to realize that my Dad's toy motorcycle was not in the box with it. I assumed Dad’s cycle was lost forever and I put my motorcycle on display in a bookcase in my study, where it still sits today.

I collect classic toys, and sitting on a shelf on the other side of my study is a 2 foot tall Iron Giant toy robot figure. He has a motion detector built into him and will say things like "Hungry!" or "Friend" when someone passes near him. A few days after I found my toy motorcycle, I was at home reading. I was alone in the house, with the exception of our cat. Suddenly, I heard a voice from upstairs in my study say "Hungry!". It was my Iron Giant figure. I ignored it, thinking that the cat must be playing up there.

A little bit later I heard my robot exclaim "Friend!", followed a few minutes later by "Yummy" (another word in the Iron Giant's limited vocabulary). That’s when I noticed that the cat was sleeping on the table next to me. Something or someone was moving around in my study. I went upstairs to investigate. As I walked into the study, my eyes nearly popped out of my head.

There, lying on the floor in the middle of the study was my father's lost toy motorcycle. To this day I have no idea where it came from or how it got there, but something was moving around in my study that day. I placed the motorcycle next to mine on the bookcase. Every time I see it, I think of Dad.

Every now and again, my toy robot will still spout off for no reason (it never did this before that day). There are a bunch of possible explanations, but I like to think that its just Dad, come back to look at the motorcycles and remember that wonderful weekend so many years ago.

 

[Adrianna]

wow what a nice story! I love hearing this stuff, I just eat it up. Thanks again!

 

[Briar Rose 7457]

my former SIL swears she had a ghostly encounter in a local cemetary on Halloween night many years ago. I think she had an encounter with her own imagination. it was when she was in college. a group drove to the graveyard on halloween. SIL claims that she parked the car next to a tree, and when she tried to leave the car wouldn't move, as if something had grabbed it. a freind of hers told me that SIL couldn't get the car into gear because the transmission was shot.

but when SIL told the story on a cll-in show at a local radio station a few months later, at least half a dozen other people claimed to have had similar experiences in the same place.

anothe rtime, four of us were in a car and driving down a dark road. I saw a glimpse of something white on the side of the road, and when I took a closer look it was gone. the other woman in the car gave a detailed description of a ghostly man walking and equally ghostly dog. neither of the men in the car saw a thing.

so you have to wonder. is it imagination? or is there really something there? and if so, ar esome people more sensitive towards it than others?

 

[CourtasanSatine]

count me in the maybe group: there is a story around the junior college I go to that one of the restrooms has a ghost

 

[catsrule]

no

 

[Rajah]

BR -- I think it's both. Sometimes, it's just imagination. Sometimes, it's drugs (gotta throw that one in since it's frequently used as an explanation). Sometimes, though, I think things really are there. Ghosts, spirits, angels, demons... whatever you want to label them, I think they all exist and there are good, bad, and just plain lost ones. And I do think some people are sensitive to the spirits, others aren't. It's like some people are more sensitive to sound or the temperature, things like that.

 

[Grog]

Firm believer here. Two stories from my youth, both when I was an Air Force brat living in England...

The first house we lived in was in a modern subdivision that was right outside one of those picture postcard small villages, complete with thatched roof cottages, a mill with a water wheel, etc. We used to notice cold spots in the house, as did people in neighboring houses, and once my Uncle and I both smelled a very sickeningly sweet perfume smell. Also, the trapdoor to our attic used to come open on it's own. This wasn't the type of trapdoor with hinges, but one that you had to push up on and then move off to the side in order to get into the attic. Some mornings we would wake up and find it pushed to the side a couple of inches. Directly across the main road that led into the subdivision was a small graveyead with headstones dating back to the 15th Century. My friends and I used to go there every once in a while to just look at the stones. Once when we were there, the groundskeeper was doing some work and we started talking to him. Turns out that the graveyard used to be bigger and the subdivision had been built over it. This was more than a decade before the movie Poltergeist.

The other story involves one of the facilities on the base where my Father was stationed. way out all by itself, on the far side of the base, was the Rod and Gun club (this is a hunting and fishing oriented club for those unfamiliar with the term). The club was made up of two long rectangular buildings that were attached parallel to each other with one being a couple of feet lower than the other. The higher building was the main bar, with tables, pool tables, juke box, etc. The lower building was a snack bar and grill. The buildings were connected by a ramp which sloped down from one building to the next. All the doors to the building were the double door type which could swing in either direction. People used to report odd things there, such as feeling like there was someone there when they were alone, the grill building being much cooler than the bar building. Some people even reported seeing men in old style flying gear walk around the corner of the building, but when they would follow them the person would have disappeared by the time they got to where they saw them. I know that when I would go there, I didn't like to be left by myself in the snack bar. I never felt comfortable there. If the cook would get up to go take a break, I would go to the other building where my parents usually were. I didn't find this out until I brought this up to my Mom years later, and did a little research into the history of the base... the base had been the home of the 92nd Bomb Group, flying B-17s, during WW2. They were a Group that took heavy casualties in some of the bloodier daylight raids over Germany. It turns out that the Rod and Gun club had been the base morgue. The upper section were the offices and the lower contained the freezers. Brrr!!

 

[WDW Poly Princess]

I certainly believe in ghosts.

The story that stands out in my mind is the time that my sister and her kids and I went to the Crescent Hotel in Eurika Springs, which is well-known for being haunted. It was originally a girl's school, but a girl committed suicide (they think it was suicide, anyway) by jumping off the balcony. It was later a hospital run by a doctor who claimed he could cure cancer, but didnt have any real medical knowledge. Later, it was a mental institution. Lovely past, eeh? Well, anyway, now they have a great breakfast buffet!

The weirdest part was when I took my neice, who was then about three, upstairs with us to look for the room that's known to be the most haunted. We mostly wandered the hallways for a few minutes, and then went back downstairs. Once downstairs, my niece kept saying that she wanted to go back upstairs. When we asked why, she finally said "To see the people!" "What people?"
"The people in the halls!" she told us.

There had been nobody else upstairs when we were there.

 

[MerryPoppins]

I do believe in spirits/angels. I'm not sure what to call them, but I feel sure that they exist. My story is pretty long, but I'll try to tell it as briefly as possible.

A few years ago, my grandmother was very ill and we had to take her to the hospital. Before we left the house, she told us that my grandfather had been to visit her and she thought he was telling her that she would join him soon.

In the hospital, she saw figures around her bed. We told the doctor, because at first we thought it must be drugs they had her taking. The doctor said it wasn't that. They sent in a psychiatrist who claimed she was quite sane. He said it was just something that couldn't be explained.

So we started listening more carefully to what she was telling us about the figures. They were very tall and dressed in old-fashioned clothing. She said they had no feet, just faded away down toward the floor. They also floated instead of walking. One even sat on my shoulder one day, and when I reached out my hand passed right through. They comforted her. She didn't know any of them, but they made her feel good and also safe. The didn't usually talk to her, but sometimes they did.

After a few days, in which her health continued to fail, my mom and I returned to the room after a trip to get a drink and my grandmother was just glowing with pleasure. She asked us if we met them in the hall. It turned out that my grandfather and my father had just been in her room. They told her that they were building her a house. They told her to hold on and they would be back for her as soon as it was ready. She was so happy that they came to visit her. She said she was going to a place with gardens and fields and lakes. It sounded lovely.

She settled in for a couple more days. Then the doctors said she would go within a matter of hours and it was my shift. I held her hand and told her that I would take care of Mom. I said it would be okay if she was ready to go and she just sort of slipped away. I was there when they returned. I didn't see them. Wish I had. But I felt like they had been there and it took away the pain of losing my grandmother. I knew she was okay and I felt at peace.

She made us promise that whenever we had a chance we would share her stories of the angels or spirits. So whenever I am asked, I always respond by sharing the story. She really wanted us to write a book, but I don't know that I ever will. It did change the way I look at death, though.

I also saw my father a couple of times after he had died. Both were brief, but it made me feel like he was letting me know that he was okay.