Ghosts, UFO's and the paranormal.

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I used to live in a townhouse that had very cold spots. While I lived there, some very strange things had happened - noises that couldn’t be explained, pets that acted oddly in certain rooms, just general wierdness and a feeling of always being “watched”. It’s hard to explain.

Anyway, one morning after my ex had left for work, my son, who was 4 at the time, had come into the bedroom and climbed into bed with me as he usually did. I was still half asleep - he says to me “Mommy who’s that lady?” and points to a figure in the doorway. I saw it too. There was a “figure” I guess you’d call it standing in the bedroom doorway. I didn’t “recognize” it (if you could really recognize something like that) and had absolutely no idea who or what it was. My son just says it was “our ghost”. Why I merit a ghost, I couldn’t tell ya. But it was creepy. Yep, we moved.

Wierd stuff has happened since then but not related to that incident, but I really don’t think y’all want to listen to me ramble on. Yes, I am sane, btw.

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alright… now Im thinking “maybe I DO believe in ghosts” Because i believe your accounts and I dont question what you saw. I too tend to be sceptical, all I can say about that is that “I have never seen it myself.” There is A LOT of stuff out there that I cant explain and that I have never seen however.

I also have the feeling that maybe a higher percentage of the population has experienced this sort of thing but maybe shut it out of their mind or refuse to say anything about it and just “forget it happened” as Tims mother did.

I’m hoping the annonimity of the internet will convince more people to tell their stories. If I had one I would share it with you. I can understand if you do not feel comfortable sharing even here. …but… PLEASE I wanna hear more! :slight_smile:

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Ask Shayna. She’ll tell you things that’ll make you wet your pants. Plus if she tells you then I won’t have to hear 'em. Even though these stories creep me out, I enjoy them. Shayna’s ghost stories REALLY creep me out. Maybe it’s the way she tells them but she scares me enough that I sleep with the lights on. LOL

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Shayna, I want you to make me wet my pants.
How often does a guy say THAT to you? :slight_smile:

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I once stayed in an 18th century inn in Western Massachusetts. It was rputedly haunted by the ghost of an 8 year old girl, named Elizabeth. The chef at the inn believed this-he told me that he would lock the kitchen up at night, and find pots and pans all over the floor in the morning. On another occasion, a bag of potato chips moved across the kitchen by itself. The inn owner showed me two color photographs taken in one of the rooms, one showed what appeared to be the outline of a child against the window. The people who took the photo said that they saw nothing-the image only showed on the film.
I did have one experience-I stayed the night, and awake at around 3:00 AM-I felt that something was standing on my chest. I also remember hearing my own voice, as if from far away.

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OK, here goes. I have been putting off posting this because it sounds kooky, but since others have shared their stories…
The house my mother grew up in has a ‘ghost.’ I lived there most of my life, and have had many ‘unexplained’ experiences. Our ghost is never scary, only mischievous, and sometimes annoying.
Here are a few in no particular order.
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[li]Once, when I was a teen, and very into perfect hair and make up, I was sitting at my desk, putting on my eyeliner in my nifty make up mirror. I dropped my eyeliner, and reached down to get it. It wasn’t there. I got down on the floor to look for it, and it wasn’t there. By the time I was a teen, I was very familiar with the ‘ghost’ and I knew it was gone until he decided to give it back.[/li]A couple of weeks passed, and during that time I had vacuumed more than once, and sat there every day to do my make up. One day, while I was sitting in the same place, once again doing my make up, I dropped my blush brush. I reached down to get it, and came up with my eyeliner.
There is no way I could have missed it, especially since I had vacuumed and been on the floor looking for it. I just wrote it off to our ghost.

[li]I was doing the dishes on night after dinner, and I thought I heard my Mom walk up behind me. I felt a poke on my back, and I turned around, already talking to my Mom, and no one was there.[/li]That one was creepy, and I did get something of a chill when I realized no one was there.

[li]Our laundry room is in the boiler room, and separated from the rest of the basement by a flimsy wooden door. More than once, in fact, many times, I have had to fight to open that door. It will feel like there is someone holding it closed from the other side, and I’ll have to push with all my might to open it. More than once, that creeped me out so bad I said ‘screw this’ and went back upstairs. Other times, I’ve let go of the door, and then it would swing open like nothing. After a few times, I mentioned it to my Mom, and she told me that always happened to her.[/li]
[li]This is the all time weirdest one. I was about 17, and in my bedroom I had a fishtank with two goldfish in it. One was a calico fantail, and the other was a black moor. One day I came home from school and noticed the moor was missing. This was not a small fish that I could have easily overlooked. If you don’t know what a black moor is, picture a goldfish with a big fat belly, bulging eyes, and a fantail. He was about four inches long from his nose to the tip of his tail. Anyway, he was gone. I had three or four plastic plants, and a couple of plaster ‘rocks’ in there for decoration. At first I didn’t really think anything of it, I just figured he was hiding or maybe my Mom had found him dead and flushed him. When my Mom got home from work that night, I asked her about it. She denied knowing anything about it, and wanted to see for herself. We both went up there together, and looked for him. I even moved the tank to look behind it to see if he somehow jumped out. I removed all plants and decorations from the tank, and even raked the gravel with my fingers. By this time my Mom was sure I was pulling her leg. I was sure she was lying about not flushing him. We spent a good half hour looking for the fish and arguing about it.[/li]Eight days later I come home from school, and there he is, swimming happily along. I called my Mom at work, and told her he came back. She still didn’t believe me, and accused me of hiding the fish under my bed, or buying another one and trying to fool her. I know she didn’t do it to fool me because she left earlier than me in the morning, and came home after I did at night. I still don’t know if that was a ‘ghostly’ event, or what, but I do know neither one of us did it to fool the other.
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One last thing…when I was a little girl (about 3 or 4), I used to spook my mother with my stories about ‘when I was a little boy.’ I remember the memories to this day (if that makes any sense) and remember telling her all about them. She would always tell me that I was always a little girl, and never a little boy, but I always insisted I was. I used to tell her that when I was a little boy, she was a little girl and we would play together on the swings, or we would sing songs and skip. She would tell me that maybe I had dreamed that, and I guess I could have. She never admitted that she found it spooky until recently, when I brought it up in conversation.
I’m sure once I post this, I’ll remember some more incidents, but that’s all I have for now.
Rose

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but when I check into them, the Air Force always says its classified. Or I have to return to the VA hospital, the war’s over. Like pod people wouldn’t say the same thing!

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Huh. When I was in school, the student I shared an office with kept guppies in a tank on her desk. They kept disappearing from our locked office, and I assumed they had died and she cleaned them out. Later I talked to her about it, and she hadn’t cleaned them out. Then I assumed that the cleaning lady who came through in the evenings did it, she was awfully nice, but that seemed like a little more than I would have expected her to do. But now I’m not so sure… :wink:

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I once saw a pair of tennis shoes turn into a 12-foot-long boa constrictor.

Of course, I had had at least 12 beers to drink and a couple of excellent joints.

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Seriously, though. I remembered another one. This one is second hand.

Tiffany was a girl I knew in elementary/high school. In seventh or eight grade, she started coming to school looking very tired. This continued for about a week, and I finally asked her what was going on. She told me that she kept waking up late at night and couldn’t go back to sleep because her uncle was standing at the foot of her bed watching her. I was thinking maybe he was going to molest her or something until she told me he had died when she was a baby.

This went on for a week or so. Finally, to get a good night’s rest, she started sleeping on the couch. He didn’t ‘find’ her for a few days, then started just watching her from there.

Finally she got tired of this, and when she saw him next, she called her dad into the room. When her dad came in, her ‘uncle’ said “Goodbye” to the both of them and left.

As far as I know, he’s never been back.

–Tim

P.S. I just cut a huge beetle in half with a metal trashcan, then pushed the body under the can so I didn’t have to look at it, but the damn thing won’t stop scratching and scuttling on the bottom of the can… Arrrgh!

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…sorry, I dont normally bump my old threads to promote them, but I am still very much interested to hear more. :0)

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Shirley said (a few days ago) :

C’mon – somebody, at some time, was bound to have died or been buried on or near your house. Even if it’s a ghost of some dinosaur killed by the meteor!

Missy2U said:

My house has 'em all over. Strangely, they move. During the summer, they are right by the air conditioning vents. During the winter, they migrate to near the windows and outside doors…

:wink:

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Bahh… David… dont ruin my fun. :slight_smile:

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This would be a violation of national security if it were first hand, but it’s not so it’s not.

My uncle was Air Force intelligence in WW2 and up until the sixties, when he went to work for a defense contractor, still very hush-hush. There was simply no way to get this dude to talk about work, and he would deflect my most subtle attempts to get him to talk. I do know that he was stationed at Wright-Patterson AFB in the late forties. That is where the infamous Hanger 18 is, where the Roswell bodies were supposedly taken.

On night, shortly before he died, my uncle and my father were stargazing, talking about life on other planets. Unc turned to Dad and said, “They’re real, you know.” The most anybody got out of him about anything, and the closest thing to confirmation from the government I’ve found. Except it’s second hand, verbal, and all of the principals are dead.

As for building homes on old cemeteries, they did that in my town. Old boneyard, bad records. They claimed to have gotten everybody out, but that’s just their bones, isn’t it? No way I’m buying there. Haven’t they seen “Poltergeist?”

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B_Line12 said:

Oh, c’mon. I wouldn’t do that. Well, not here, anyway, after there was a specific request not to debunk these silly, er, I mean, quite scary and serious stories.

:wink:

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One night when I was fifteen, I was babysitting three little boys in my neighbourhood.

After they had all gone to bed I went to watch tv, but when I went to switch it on, nothing happened. I tried again and again with no luck. I finally gave up and with absolutely nothing to do started counting how many times the ‘12:00’ flashed on the VCR.

There was absolutely dead silence in the house until all of a sudden it sounded like someone was in the basement throwing something at the wall.

I checked on the boys and found them all asleep in their beds, so I went downstairs to investigate. In the middle of the floor was a ball. The same ball we had put away before they went to sleep.

I put it back with the other toys, and headed upstairs to count the 12:00s.

As soon as I was settled back in my chair, I heard it again. The same sound of something being thrown against the wall. Same as the time before, I checked on the boys, and then went downstairs to find the ball on the floor.

The next day the youngest of the three boys told me that during the night a ‘vampire’ had come and teased him about his deformed ear. Since then he’s always kept his ear covered with his hair.

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I have prescient dreams. But, never of horse races. Sob.

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My sister Kiffa (formerly known as Peaches) mentioned some creepy things in http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?threadid=24473 Basically she rented a townhouse that, among other things, entertained her cat (he’d play with “something” or stare at it in the living room) and was the place where three of us had the same dream in the same night (lost in a house, looking for each other but afraid to find who else was looking for us). The place gave me the creeps because I always felt someone was watching me. Not immediately menacing, but not as friendly as Casper the Ghost. I was glad when she moved.

One other - several people mentioned feeling/seeing deceased family members watching them as they slept. Same here. Throughout my adolescence, I would occasionally wake up with the definite feeling that someone was watching me. Rarely, I’d get a glimpse of this person - a small woman with a thin shawl over her. She’d be standing in the corner but would disappear quickly. I never saw her face, until the last time, when I was 16. She leaned forward, and I saw my mother, except maybe 25 years older and shorter. I screamed and she vanished, and I never saw her again. I think it was my grandmother (Mom’s mom) - she died when I was just a couple of months old, and I think she wanted to see me grow up. Makes me sad to think I might have frightened her.