Ghosts…real or just a myth? Also what is the deal with people taking pictures of “ghosts” with polaroid cameras?
Late last night I searched the Straight Dope Message boards for threads with the word “ghost” in the title. The 5 resulting threads contained enought ghost stories to keep me awake all night, it was great, I love ghost stories. In answer to the OP, though, I don’t actually believe in ghosts and am suspicious of people who claim to see or photograph them. I saw some historical ghost photos on the web and they were ridiculous forgeries intended to fool people who know nothing of photography.
I have seen “things” right after waking up from a bad dream and opening my eyes (including an apparition of Death), but I don’t think these things are really ghosts but just figments of my imagination.
It wasn’t your imagination. These are descriptions of my ex.
I don’t know anything about recent photos of ghosts, but some of the historic have been proven to be false. Apparently when cameras were relatively new items, they took a long time to take a picture. So long that the photographer might leave the room while it did its thing. And if someone were to sit in front of the camera briefly, you get a ghostly image.
I read a book with it in ages ago, but I can’t remember the name of it. Sorry.
I have a “ghost” story. Bear in mind, I like to believe that most ghost stories are not real, and I also question those pictures. But there are some weird, unexplained things going on.
My ghost story is pretty tame, but weird, nonetheless. I used to work in this photo lab, and we had our cublicles in this one corner of the building. I’d feel a cold draft of air pass by me occasionally, and would look up to see who had passed me. (It felt like the draft of air that occurs when someone walks by.) I’d usually see no one, no one around, nothing. No air vents, NOTHING to explain it. And I wracked my brain to figure out where that damned draft was coming from. But then I would eventually shrug my shoulders and return to work. But then one time, on a quiet day, another co-worker shouted out in alarm. Someone had moved their seat as they were sitting in it, but no one was there. Turns out events like that were not uncommon in our corner of the photo lab. People would look at the floor and see a pair of feet standing next to them - but look up and see no one. And on and on. Creepy stuff.
I believe that something was there, and that I experienced something that I had no explanation for. The last thing on my mind was “ghosts” when I felt those cold drafts of air, and I truly could never find an explanation for the cold drafts. No one walking past, no vents, no way the air could travel the way it did without something being there. Creepy.