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Ever seen a ghost? Got any photos and or stories to share?

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I have a story.

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Lets hear it.

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1985, we bought a house in the historical district of northern Kentucky. It was a victorian built in 1912, two story brick. My daughters were 5 and 2. They shared an upstairs bedroom that overlooked the street. The room was divided in two by a wall put up some time in the sixties. My oldest daughter occupied the first part of the room and my youngest, the second part. The room was at the end of a long hallway, with my bedroom at the head of the stairs.

Night after night, I would put them to bed at their regular bedtime. Every night they both came running down the stairs crying, scared half to death, wide-eyed and tearful. They said there were monsters in their room. I would hush them and take them back up to bed and assure them they were safe.

But it was no use. Every single night they would cry about the monsters in their room. My oldest daughter told me the monster was an old woman who had a monster face. The woman would tell them they were going to die and other nasty things.

I thought she was imagining like kids do so I never took them seriously. Instead I thought the youngest was just repeating what her older sister was saying.

Before long, the only way I could get them to stay in their beds at night was to sit in their room with them until they fell asleep together in one bed then move the youngest to her room.

After almost a year of this, their behavior changed from sweet little girls to mischevious, mean and ornery kids. I never believed there were monsters in their room or that an old lady was threatening them.

25 years later, the three of us were discussing that house and the problems I had keeping them in their beds at night. Both of them swore that what they told me about that room was real. Each of them were adults with their own kids by then, so I had to believe that they actually did see and hear "monsters' in their room.

By the time we moved out of that house, our entire family was wrecked.

Not much of a story, but its true as far as my kids are concerned. They both promised to take any "stories" their kids told them about monsters and ghosts seriously.

My grandson, "sees" people who aren't there. He is three.

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Seen a ghost in broad daylight on a small Lane in Donegal. My uncle was driving (I was about 12) when he braked as someone was crossing the lane. My dad asked what are you doing (sudden brakes) my uncle said there was someone on the road. I remember it very well because my dad said you seeing things. But I backed my uncle up as I seen him too, a man about 60 or so dressed in an old-fashioned way.

The lane was narrow with hedges on booth sides with fields flanking, so there was no way of the road and even if he had gotten through the hedge you’d have seen him. The guy just disappeared.

Don’t know if this proves Ghosts or real or if it was some quirk in the nature/time fabric or something – it’s like the roman legionnaire or the civil war veteran.

The thing that gets me is why ghosts wear clothes, if I’m going to come back as a ghost I will be stark naked now that would really scare the shit out of people.

jeez your lucky chorlton isnt on anymore, he'd have been all over this thread like a hookers rash.

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Where is that limy bastard anyways? .... Did his eye ever heal good? Where is he....

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Isn't he coming back? I was told that he would be pleased at my presence here. Was I misled?

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i hope he comes back at some stage too. i guess his priority now is healing.

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... I imagine he is still recovering...

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or fixing his car, i can just imagine him being more concerned about his car than he is about himself.

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Ive seen something, when i was kid, but dunno what it was...

allso seen some funny shit as a kid once a year a fat creep coming in to the house with some gifts, and this creep allways smelld as booze...

Oh shit i just debunked the creep it was my old pop when he was alive....

meh.....to be frnak ive seen somethings what cant be explained allso feelt alot of times like ive been watched or something....

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I have lived in a haunted house for just about 10 years now. We are currently fixing it up to sell and get out finally. The house itself was built at the turn of the century. It is located on the first block ever built on the town. The original barracks housing the labourers are actually still here and rented out as apartments. The land itself all used to be swamp, and yes there are native legends and tales about the area. I have known people who have lived in the apartments, and when I compare their haunting activity to mine at this house which is around the corner, I am glad I don't live in those things. You can find many people that have what most would term a haunted house within this location of town.

I will spit out a couple for your reading enjoyment. There is a house located almost exactly opposite to where my house is in regards to the barracks/apartments. I am north, it would be south of em. Anyways, way back in the day there was a sick kid that lived in the home. He had an old school iron lung type thing. It made a hissing noise that could be heard on quiet days and nights from the street. Anyways, the noise became a rather normal thing for surrounding neighbors and such. Most grew accustomed to it and thought nothing of it. Sadly but not really unexpectedly the little guy died. The family moved. At the time the house was up for sale, my father in law and some of his friends went into the house. He recalls it being very silent. He worded it by saying you could hear the dust move in the basement. It made him and his friends feel pretty spooked.

Then they heard the old iron lung. Of course the house was empty. No furniture or anything was in there. But he said the noise was almost defeaning and was unmistakeably the noise of the old ass breathing machine. They ran like hell as most kids would. They aren't the only people to have heard the infamous breathing machine either. Apparently people being shown the house heard it with the realtor who explained it as a wind and vent noise. Also people walking by on the streets, who didn't live there at the time, have heard the noise, and when telling other people who have lived on that street for some time find out that the little kid was there and the whole breathing machine.
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The apartments are definately more interesting if you like scary haunting stories. I have known dozens of people who have at one point in their life lived in them. Some of the people who have lived there know others who have, and there are many that did not. Also, not alot of people would openly talk about it, so I became a magnet for them to relay their stories. What I did was piece it all together. I found that most of these people saw very similar if not identical things, or witnessed very similar haunting phemononen independantly of one another at various times. I found it amazing to hear the same things, almost to exact detail being described by so many different people. While the tenants changed, the details of the haunting did not.

One of the more frightening apparitions was a native warrior. Two women, and a bricklayer have seen him. All while in the bathroom usually coming out of the shower, or getting ready to go into the shower. The bricklayer said he opened the shower curtain, and there standing about 6'5" was a huge native, wearing the old school native clothing, and carrying a tomahawk. He said his face was like pure hate and the vibe was so evil it dropped him. He fell and freaked out thinking someone broke in and was going to kill him. When he could get back to his feet and try to mount a defense he was gone. He still remains a skeptic about such things to this day, but he admits he cannot deny it, but he doesn't have to worry about it either.

The girls saw the same basic thing, but only one said the feeling of hate or death was in the air. The other said she was just scared shitless that some huge native dude standing in her bathroom without her permission or knowledge. Native faces have also been seen peering in the windows, standing in the living rooms. The native would be the scariest probably because he looked in all their words, so damn real. No transparency or anything, they all thought their homes had been invaded by a living person, albeit dressed a little strangely.

The other scary entity would be the shadow men. Most stories I have heard about them put them in the bedroom, the kitchen and the living room. Usually the bedroom. They awake at night to see darker darkness moving in the darkness. I know that sounds odd, but that is the best it could be described to me. Also it isn't a cloud or cloud like. It has a definite form. Again quite a few thought it was a break in or robbery happening. A few people blamed this entity for having little to no sleep.

One of the chicks that lived there, she is still a good friend of mine today, slept extremely little, the entire time that she and her boyfriend lived there. She would get 1-3 hours a night if any, and would pull all nighters all the time. Not that she wanted to, but because she couldn't sleep with that thing around. She also mentioned that she had seen its eyes once, and they were glowing red. She claimed that the presence, feeling, or sense, whatever you want to call it, was because of that thing. The anxiety and alot of the feeling and sensory stuff echoed alot of the phenomeon described by the other tenants, except that she put her finger on that dark entity as the source, where as others thought it was poltergeist tricks, the native ghosts doing all the stuff, ghosts of swamp animals, I mean the list goes on and on, but if you ask them if they were certain about the origins they would say no. And there was an impressive list of phenomenon.

Its by far the coolest and most active place I have ever personally investigated, I mean besides my own home of course. And the wierdest thing to happen in these walls right here, would probably be our encounter with the Skinny man. My wife was awoken one night to a thin, tall man, dressed in a dark suit who was smoking. She said his face was absolute sadness or depression, and he just stared at her. She tried to wake me up to see it for my own eyes, but for some reason I told her,
"Its just a ghost, go back to bed, he ain't gonna do nothing."

Now this makes no sense to me at all. It didn't to her either. I had my back turned and was facing the other way sleeping on my side, and for some reason I wouldn't roll over to even see it. Instead I calmly dismissed the whole thing for what it was, and acted like it was nothing. Totally out of character. And I remember being awake and saying it, and now I still don't get it. I kick myself in the ass everyday for sluggin out and being such a douche, but I really have no explaination. Not many people around here, er white people, thought or think much of the story, but when I talked to some of the natives from here and from Saskatchabush, they had a name, a description, a story, and all that jazz. They said he was a warning of death or harbinger of sorrow type thing. They called him the Skinny man.

And yeah I have witnessed some death and sadness. All the best stories about ghosts and demons and shit come from the natives, IMO, and they say we released and undid alot of their work, and that we brought alot of them with us when we came over here. However they are always fuckin with your head, and they always push you to see how gullible you are. If they get you drunk on knowledge, hell yeah they will roll ya!

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All i know is that i'm a huge chicken and if i ever happened across a house with "ghostly" activity, i'd be out of there faster then a speeding bullet at the first sign of anything unusual. lol

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Amazing story lone gunman. Reality is definitely strange, a lot of paranormal activity can be explained as hoaxes or swamp gas, but some instances are truly unexplainable.

I have sleep paralysis on occasion, when I can't move any part of my body. I think twice, I have thought I felt a presence in the room, but I put it down to fear.

It is a scary feeling to be lying there and not be able move or speak, I am pretty sure the mind then starts playing tricks on you.

my whole freeking life has been a ghost story.... it seems to be genetic, from dads side of the family. His mom saw and knew things against her will (ie. not on demand, which seems to be a requirement for skeptics... and yet those self same skeptics don't seem to require the same "on demand" performance from, say, artists, athletes, geniuses, etc... only from those other 'artists' who seem to be able to occasionally glimmer things that others can't perceive... bah. fuck them.)

Dad and his brothers experienced many oddities in their youth, including a shared 'audio hallucination' of a battle between cowboys and Indians while they were on a hunting trip in the middle of nowhere Utah back in the late fifties. One of dads brothers had a classic "phantom hitch hiker" experience, also in the middle of nowhere Utah back in the fifties, and said experience still gives him the willies to this day.

Dad told a story of a mystery soldier in strange armor who lead him out of the bush in Cambodia and back to more friendly territory while the rest of his buddies got whacked... that was in the early sixties when we weren't technically involved there yet.

In the seventies he and I and many many others experienced mountains of oddness in a rather nice apartment unit in Sacramento California.... turns out that back in the day that building was an old folks home which suffered a fire in the fifties, was refurbished into a cheap block of four flats in the sixties which housed many a junkie, and then seriously cleaned up and remodeled in the seventies, shortly before he moved in. Everybody in that building experienced oddness. Some folks could only hack it a few months before moving out.

In the eighties I started to take what I previously had assumed to be more or less 'normal' kid stuff (visions, dreams, imaginary friends, fantasies, daydreaming, etc.) more seriously when I noticed that many of the dreams I was having would seem to turn into reality some days / weeks later. Since I was getting rather heavily into the science classes at the time, that's when I started to keep a journal / diary of dreams and other odd thoughts in order to document the visions prior to the unfolding, mutually shared reality. I've accumulated sufficient documentation over the years to suggest to me that they are indeed glimpses into future events and not tricks of the memory or de ja vu left brain lagging behind the right brain kinda thing.

from the late eighties onwards I've paid more attention to the physical stuff... bare footprints (ie. no shoes) in places where there Shouldn't be, footprints that just started and stopped in the middle of Nowhere... two dozen head of cattle 'magically' teleporting from their pasture into the horse pasture while at the same time three horses teleported from their pasture over to the cows pasture, no breaks in the fence, gates locked, and this happened literally beneath my very nose as I lived in the barn shared by both herds. Clearly defined shadows of human shaped things with wings on the wall of a room with but a single light source, yet nothing could be found that was causing the shadows.

In the nineties I moved to Alaska and either took the shit with me, or it followed me. More bare footprints in places where there Should not be any, including a set which walked all around the freezer I worked in at the time which were easy to track due to alla the frost on the metal plates that made up the floor. The prints just started *here*, appeared to meander all through the fridge, then just ended, *there*. For those who don't know, it's incredibly difficult to fudge, fake, or cover your tracks in snow/frost... raking over sand/gravel you can sometimes get away with, raking over snow/frost? Forget about it... It should also be noted that the fridge was kept at -20 degrees C (or colder) and that the floor was covered with metal plates (which were also at -20C or colder) Go ahead, lick that frozen pole, I dare you.

more clearly defined shadows with nothing apparently casting them

items moving around behind peoples backs (so no one Saw them move)... one rather spooky event involved an odd tote (me next to a tote) that I didn't have a home for, so I set my coffee cup on top of it and turned my back to tally up the other totes which I did have homes for... there was a crash and hot liquid hit the back of my legs. I turned back around and there at my feet where the tote used to be was my (now empty) cup and a pool of coffee. The tote that I had just sat said cup on was fully ten feet away and twisted at a slight angle (no longer square to the dock) If a prankster / hoaxster can do That, right behind my back, in under two seconds, and without making any telltale sounds that trigger the ol' spidey senses, then they can pretty much do whatever they want.... human hoax or supernatural mumbo jumbo, THAT event still stands out as truly amazing in my book.

Then I moved to NYC and thought that was the end of it as I didn't notice any physical events for some years. Then a few years back I'm standing on an outside subway platform late at night, and a train going the other way stops at the platform across from me. I'm at the very end of my platform, fully 20+ yards to the nearest set of steps granting access to my platform, and about 5 yards to the end of my platform. I turn my back to the short end of my platform and look down the length of both platforms, towards the steps and the only way onto or off of both platforms. I watch the people get off of the other train and walk away from me towards their set of steps. A rather attractive woman got of the train, so Of Course I watched her walk away from me as she made her way down her platform towards her set of steps. As she passed beneath the lamp posts it dawned on me that her shadow didn't seem quite right... it was a Lot bigger than the other peoples shadows, and her shadow appeared as if she had large wings coming out of her back.

At the time I thought to myself "great, they've found me again" and turned back towards the short end of my platform which had no egress.

And there was a woman, who looked exactly the same and was dressed exactly the same as the woman I had just watched walk Away from me across the train tracks on the opposite platform, walking towards me. She smiled at me as she walked past, there was a decided chill to the air as she walked past, and, as she walked beneath the lamp posts on my platform, again, the same funky shadow that didn't seem to fit the body that was supposed to be casting it.

that's all just tip of the iceberg stuff. There's boatloads more. It's all moot though. Believers believe, non believers do not. I perceive life and death to be an Art. Art cannot be dialed up 'on demand', nor can it be qualified, quantified, and pigeon holed like most scientific phenomena.

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Just got off from work, it was awful late
I had to pass the cemetary gate
The sky was dark and the moon was bright
It was a very, very, cold, cold night
I never thought I could see such a sight
A poor soul doing the dead mans stroll

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I'd love to read more of your stories torb, thank you for sharing.

*sighs* I know... I'm "supposed" to get my act together and clean up my crap and try to publish with the intent to make a buck... instead I just babel on the internet, mmph.

Oh well, new start in New Orleans, new crash pad that is Not a basement (second floor no less, lotsa windows, lotsa light) and currently zero friends, zero grass, and zero cash... perhaps that'll spark the ol' motivator.

free write on a whim just for the hell of it? not a problem, thousands of pages of copy...

structured write with intended purpose? *cringes* writers block.

bah.

someday... maybe... *shrugs* or maybe not.

time will tell.

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Holy shit Torb. I would like to hear more too.

This one friend of mine, was/is rather skeptical about anything paranormal. He simply thinks its all in the person's head. So he was over at our house for a visit, we were having drinks before we were gonna head down to the local pub. And no we weren't smashed or anything. It was literally the start of the night. I forget how the topic came up, but immediately he was on the attack and spouting about undigested truffles before bed, and chemical reactions in the brain, etc. And he was laughing about it, having a good ol time telling us we were flippin mad.

We had explained that dishes and glasses breaking directly in half on their own accord while still in the cupboard was not a mental hallucination. We had the glasses and dishes to prove it. Of course he simply refused to acknowledge any reality to it. There were other people over at our place that night too. It turned into a little debate at table which was intensely watched by the guests in our house. To be honest he had me on the ropes too. At that point in living in this house, me and my wife were the only ones to really witness any phenomenon so I really had nothing to back up any of the stuff I was saying. I had stories and different occurances I could relate, but he was playing his part well, and he nullified damn near everything I threw at em. He even said the dishes were breaking because of drastic air changes within the kitchen.

It was then that I decided to throw in the towel and I told him straight up, "If you were here to witness something, you would see what I mean."
He kind of laughed and joked how he would be able to figure it out and that it would be nothing. And then there was a huge and very loud crash. It came seemingly from the laundry room. This house is small, so you are basically connected to almost every room via the kitchen. THe laundry room was originally a small ass bedroom before it was converted, so it sits right off to the side when you are in the kitchen. Anyways, he fuckin jumps off his chair. Spills his drink. Most people in the house were alarmed, I don't think anyone jumped like the skeptic tho. He totally shot out of his chair, and the look frozen on his face was priceless.

At that moment right after me and my wife started laughing. "Told ya!"
we both told him. THe crowd in the kitchen were spooked and just looking around at eachother kind of puzzled and what not. So skeptic boy gets his wits and blurts out, "What the fuck was that?!"

"Go look" I told him, and pointed to the room. It sounded like someone picked up our washer or dryer a good 4 feet off the ground then dumped it on its side, causing the shelves to topple after. It was very noisy and very loud. So I told him to go look and see what fell or crashed in there. I also told him that he wouldn't find a damn thing out of place in there too. I can't count the number of times something like that has happened in the night and I have gotten up to investigate only to find nothing disturbed except my damn sleep.

He wouldn't go check it out. He picked up his spilled drink, and wanted out of there. He demanded that we leave the house and go to the pub immediately. This had everyone else laughing at him because he was now behaving very strangely. Not to mention the whole pale and scared shitless look that was stuck on his face. Anyways, we left and went out, had a good time at the pub, and to this day he refuses to talk about it. And I went and checked it out, and of course there was nothing out of place, no dryer tipped over, no shelves all over the floor. It only sounded like a car hit the house! Hahaha.

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My family moved into a split-level house in the early 70's. My mother had divorced my father and married his brother, my uncle. My 4 cousins became our brother and sisters. Before we moved into that house, mom's kids and uncle's kids got along fine. After we moved in, the fighting started. The fighting, arguing, stealing, lying and general mayhem increased day-by-day. Everyone was on edge with everyone else within weeks.

Things would come up missing and the blame placed on one of us.

The attic was about 1.5 ft. high, yet we would hear full-grown, heavy, man footsteps walking across the length of the attic at all times of the day and night. The doors would suddenly fly open all by themselves or slam shut when no one was near them. Dishes would fall out of the cupboards. Everyone started acting like lunatics.

Within six months, mom was on nerve pills, unable to cope, my brother was creating electric chairs to torture us in, three of my cousins were in counseling because of their bizarre behavior (like shitting in our closets, pissing in our drawers, stealing or destroying our things), my uncle-dad decided to put his kids in an orphanage and then abandon the rest of us.

Many years later after mom and uncle-dad got back together, they told us that the previous owners sold the place after their son committed suicide in my brother's bedroom. And the owners before them, died in a house fire that destroyed part of the houses' interior (my brother's room). They didn't believe any of it when considering buying the house.

Weird stuff.

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TNG, amazing how a skeptic's worldview can be shattered in an instant, isn't it?

I bet he's afraid to validate his experience because of the pandora's box he would open had this been truly "paranormal" activity.

Hazel, do you think the house had an impact on everyone's behavior? Almost as if the "negative energy" was held within the structure itself?

I don't know what to think. Either we were all destined for dysfunction anyway or some energy was at work on each one of us.

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I think all humans are dysfunctional to some degree, its just a matter of whether or not you feed into it.

Yeah. Our family put the "fun" in dysfunctional.

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Sounds like they'd fit right in at amkon.

I want to spend the night at a haunted home.

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How about I lock you in my basement?

Why your basment? Is there weed stashed down there?

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No, but plenty of ghosts.

Your basement is haunted then? Lol

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My brother just sent me this....


Also this one from reddit

Ghosts, my arse

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HOLY FUCKING SHIT !!!!!

CHORLTON !!

How the fuck are ya ??

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Everyone remember this story?

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I'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by 6

Looks like a dog.

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Thanks Ducks.

WRT Ghosts and even other phenomena, theres so much we dont know about our own earth, how electricity reacts with different materials, earth movement, static and god knows what else.

Photos can be rigged. or double exposed or even with faulty memory.
I could tell you a story of my 15 century house and alleged ghosts but youd be bored stiff.

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I think we'd all like to hear your ghost story chorlton.

Welcome back.