miprender
DIS Veteran
- Joined
- Jun 29, 2008
Wow just read all the posts and I am a true believer of Ghosts. I live in the same city as Ghost Hunters. Their office used to be right down the street from us and DH would see them all the time packing up their van. I never saw them, but now they have moved a little further away, but in the same city.
Anyway, when I lived at home the house I lived at always belonged in the family and was built almost a 100 years ago. My mom still lives there. Well things would always go missing only to turn up a few hours later. But one night my brother and I were sitting in the parlor watching TV when my mom calls from the basement. I'm yelling back what does she want. Again she calls me so I get up and my brother follows because he heard her too and figured I must be in trouble and wanted to see what happened. I get ready to walk downstairs when from the corner of my eye I see my mom already in bed reading a book.
I ask her what she wanted. She tells me nothing, doesnt know what I am talking about and my mom is not one to play jokes. I actually made her swear on a stack of Bibles that she was not calling me.
I always thought that basement was scary and I would have thought I was hearing things if it wasn't for my brother hearing it too! I am not sure what would have happend.
Another time I was sitting on the couch. No one is home except my cat who is sound a sleep on my lap. I start to hear someone walking up the stairs from the basement. Then it stops. I figure I am just hearing things. Then I look at my cat who is now wide awake, ears all the way back staring at the dining room where the door to the basement is. I figured if it was a burgular I only had a few seconds to get out. But nothing ever came (thank God) but I was awake for the whole night and never got off the couch until morning came.
Anyway, when I lived at home the house I lived at always belonged in the family and was built almost a 100 years ago. My mom still lives there. Well things would always go missing only to turn up a few hours later. But one night my brother and I were sitting in the parlor watching TV when my mom calls from the basement. I'm yelling back what does she want. Again she calls me so I get up and my brother follows because he heard her too and figured I must be in trouble and wanted to see what happened. I get ready to walk downstairs when from the corner of my eye I see my mom already in bed reading a book.
I ask her what she wanted. She tells me nothing, doesnt know what I am talking about and my mom is not one to play jokes. I actually made her swear on a stack of Bibles that she was not calling me.
I always thought that basement was scary and I would have thought I was hearing things if it wasn't for my brother hearing it too! I am not sure what would have happend.
Another time I was sitting on the couch. No one is home except my cat who is sound a sleep on my lap. I start to hear someone walking up the stairs from the basement. Then it stops. I figure I am just hearing things. Then I look at my cat who is now wide awake, ears all the way back staring at the dining room where the door to the basement is. I figured if it was a burgular I only had a few seconds to get out. But nothing ever came (thank God) but I was awake for the whole night and never got off the couch until morning came.