Dang it! I did not realize this was an old thread. Sorry. Somehow this came up when I was in the car alarm thread.
Car alarms are haunted. It’s fact, I tell you. Fact.
Which is why I had mine exorcised.
I had to have mine fixed
I guess they didn’t want him to reproduce.
Seeing as this has been resurrected I’ll share my story.
40+ years ago I went on a daytrip to the RAF museum at RAF Cosford with the Cub Scouts.
It was a warm day and I needed a cold drink. There was a small cafe building with the door open so I headed in to buy a can of coke. All of the display fridges were empty and powered off so I thought at first it was closed. But there was a guy behind the counter in an WWII RAF uniform who asked if he could help me. I told him I was looking for a cold drink and he said he would check out back and went to look.
I stood there waiting for what seemed like ages, but was probably only 5 minutes or so. Then a guy in a hi-vis came in and asked me what I was doing in there as the cafe was closed for renovation and should have been locked.
I told him the door was open and the man had gone to get me a drink. He asked “What man?” and I said the staff member in the old RAF uniform. He looked confused and told me that there were no staff in period costume that week, they only do that for big events. He then went and looked in the back room and there was nobody there, and no other exits!
So either I was served by a ghost, or the staff were playing a cruel trick on the 9 year old me. Either way, I didn’t get my can of coke!
This probably comes closest in my own experience.
I was driving to work in the morning and came to a stop at a major intersection. While waiting for the light to change, I looked up ahead to a gas station/garage about 200 yards down the road on my right. I noticed a car parked in their lot near the road and a woman with long hair was sitting in the driver’s seat. She was white (racially) with dark hair and seemed to be in her 20s. I glanced back up to the traffic light and then proceeded through the intersection as it turned green. When I got up to the location of the car, it became apparent that the car had been in a serious wreck, with major side damage that had not been very noticeable from my location at the intersection. There was nobody inside.
Later that evening, I saw an article in the paper about a young lady who was fatally injured when her car got hit broadside at an intersection the previous night. The picture with the article was either a college or high school portrait of a white woman with long dark hair. She had been the driver and only occupant.
The next day, the wrecked car was no longer at the garage.
I have no idea if it was the car that had been involved in the accident. This was 30 years ago and I think about that “sighting” fairly frequently as I drive through the area often.
Yeah, I have, and I’m not interested in arguing with all the skeptos and atheists on the SDMB about it.
Well, I’m convinced.
You know, if you hate skeptos so much, you just could have not posted.
First off, you didn’t start the topic, someone named spogga did, so it’s not a situation where you have any authority to tell me to shut up. The much-bigger deal here is: Where’d you get the “…if you hate skeptos so much…” marlarky from? It was you who brought the word hate into the conversation, not me. I couldn’t care much less than I currently do about what strangers believe about what I think; I just don’t see any point to my getting rat-packed, shouted down, mocked, and called a liar and/or a fool by a half-dozen wannabee Penn Gillettes and Martin Gardners.
I haven’t seen one, or at least don’t think I have 
, but friends swore they saw part of a man dressed as a British officer walk through their living room one day. “Part of a man” because all they saw was the upper portion of his body sticking out of the floor, as though his feet were at ground level.
Yes, their house was built on the site of a Revolution battlefield.
It seems to me that an atheist is more likely to believe in ghosts than a (consistent) Christian. Christian theology says that a dead person’s soul goes to heaven or hell, not that it hangs around the Earth scaring people.
Ghost? Nah. Zombie? You’re soaking in it!
I’ve seen Ghosts.
But only the BBC one. I haven’t watched the CBS version yet.
My youngest sister swears our dad visited her one night after he died. She drinks, so that might well explain it.
In one of our previous houses, I kept seeing motion out of the corner of my eye while sitting at our breakfast bar. It was a tad unnerving until I realized the beveled glass of the front door was messing with the light reflecting off passing cars.
I find it hard to believe that when we die, our essence, or soul, or spirit, or whatever you want to call it just ceases to exist. Guess I’ll find out eventually.
I’ll bet your sister’s experience is the most common one. Someone deeply loved passes on, and in a dream (or perhaps that state between sleep and waking) that person “appears.” It’s so moving, so emotional, that it seems real. And the sleeper wants it to be real.