Anything paranormal ever happen to you?

When I was a kid, my family and me, moved to an old house, big and scary… suddenly at the nights I started to watch that shadow, a sillhuoete of a slim girl about 18 years old, short hair, she walked from one bedroom to another, then she dissapeared… never wasn`t scared by this apparition, but with the years, her presence was getting often and often… I asked my mom, if she has saw her too, she told me she knows about that girl… and then she and my dad told my sister and me the real story. In that house lived years ago a family, whose sons studied on another city… 1 girl about 20 years, and two younger brothers… when the girl finished her schoolar year, she decided to drive home by herself at the night, she drove sleepy and never saw the train coming, she died instantaneously. Her body (or what left of it) was prepared in what by then was my bedroom, and … (I dunno how you call on english that ritual of being with the body an entire night before the burial) was in the house itself.

So, thats why the girl used to appaear in the house. I lived there about 20 years before I got married... her apparitions arent that often lately, but you still can hear her feet steps, doors closing or TVs turning on and off by itselves.

Nice experience for a Ghostbusters fan, uh?

Burial gowns (at least the ones I have seen) are often white and old-fashioned looking. Could it be that the ghosts are wearing what they were buried in? :wink:

Yup, ghosts are wearing what they were buried in/died in, at least that’s what I’ve always heard.

Stayed in 30 Mile Point Lighthouse on the NY shore of Lake Ontario a few weeks ago. We had 3 occurrences of doors opening by themselves, one occurrence of lights turning on and some muffled voices. The guestbook is full of paranormal stuff. made a believer out of me.

I had a theory on that once, something to do with the fact that the world has a large electrical grid now, every high power line is a radiant source of energy.. maybe it messes with newer ghosts? just an idea.

Nope, nada, nothing. And I’ve known people pretty close to me that lived through messed up stuff. Some close friends, some girlfriends… But I seem to be immune. I have a theory that the more rational you are, the less chance you have of having something paranormal happening to you. And I’m a pretty rational guy. My theory works with all the people I know. Maybe it’s a defensive mechanism, not having what it takes to deal with it? Who knows.

I’ve had a non positive experience as well. I was really more fascinated by it than scared, and my friends were freaked the hell out.

One night, I went out with a girl and we ended up at her place with a Ouija board. Now apparently, if you use a Ouija board, you’re supposed to thank the spirits, tell them they can not follow you, etc etc… Yep, didnt know that. We asked the spirits name, it spelt out “Justin,” and an address. 19something Acacia st. This was about a block away, but the address would have been about 200 feet past the end of the road…

The next day, I had a few friends over and we were about to smoke. Within a 3 minute timespan, we broke a “waterpipe,” two glass pieces, and a had a guy slice his finger open. I went out on the back porch to smoke a cigarette.. and out of nowhere, the sliding screen door came off track and slammed down. The top corner sliced the inside of my wrist as it came down. It wasnt horrible, but Ive still got a scar from it. It was at that point that I decided to tell my friends about the Ouija board the night before… They we’rent too stoked.

Another time, and this sounds ridiculous, but its true, I bought a used Guitar Amp Head from Guitar Center that was brand freakin new. The guy who sold it to me (an acquaintance) told me that the head was bought for a kid’s 18th birthday present, but he died in a car accident just before his birthday. His mother had nothing to do with it, so she sold it back to Guitar Center. It was such a deal that I didn’t mind. And being as interested in the paranormal that I am, I figured it couldn’t hurt to have around. I kept it in my band at the times studio space and I never really mentioned it to anyone. But a few weeks later one of the regulars at the studio started talking to me. Telling me about how he thinks the studio is haunted, how he hears loud crashing noises and whispering late at night when no ones there. I thought nothing of it until one night I was at the studio late.. It was about 2am, and I was standing in the alley smoking a cigarette. I watched a guy walk into the door right next to my studio. Knowing the guy in that room, I automatically thought, “when the hell did he get here?” I immediately went over and found the door that he had entered was still padlocked from the outside, so theres no way anybody had walked in or out. I remember thinking “no way, no way, no way” then hearing somebody yell for something. It sounded like they were far away yelling, but it was RIGHT in my ear. I went back into my studio and asked my friend if he had seen Ryan (guy nextdoor) around. He said “no” jokingly because it was so late. Then all the lights in the room surged out, and came right back on. It was then when we decided the late night was late enough and went home. Creepy, and so awesome.

Live in Savannah, GA for 4 four years. Needless to say I saw some weirdness.

The one I remember best was an old house a few blocks from the dorm I lived in (which was also supposed to be haunted). In the last 10 years or so every run down house in Savannah started being bought up, and rehabbed, so it was odd to see a house that was still run down, or at least not being worked on. And it was a cool looking, classic house, and being an architecture major, I payed special attention to it when I walked by, usually to the art supply store at the corner near it. So one night I ran out of a special paper I needed for a project, so I took a walk to the art store. And while walking past said building I saw through the second story window, what looked like flash lights being shined on the wall, but almost without a source. I don’t want to say orbs, because it didn’t look like that, just lights. In my tired, overworked stupor I dismissed the lights as probably construction workers or something.

A few months later a few friends come to visit, and of course want to take the ghost tour, in a hearse nonetheless. So as were walking to the tour pick-up spot I was telling them about the house, and how creepy it looked, and what I saw. That laughed and said I was drunk or something. So about half-way through the tour, we turn onto the street my old dorm, and this house are on and sure enough, we stop right in front of this house. The guide goes on to tell us that the house in reported to be haunted, and that

it was the home of doctor and his family.

The doctor’s family died during a yellow fever epidemic, and the doctor in his grief walled himself into a room on the second floor and starved to death. I was kind of skeptical of this, but what the guide told me next kind of freaked me out. He told everyone to go look through the glass in the front door, and tell him if they saw a staircase. Of course 80% of them said they did, I didn’t, and of course he went on to tell us there isn’t a staircase there, it was taken out and sold 20 years ago. So there is no way to the second floor. Wait, what?

He went on to say that the reason the house has never been rehabbed, its because its filled with asbestos! to even go into the house, you need to be in full protection suits, and that the elderly owner has stopped people from even going in there for the last 5 years for fear of vandalism/theft./liability. I was floored. What did I see? So after the tour I stopped and told the tour guide what I saw. He tells me that a few years ago a tour guest took a picture of the front door, and caught something, and he would e-mail it to me if I wanted. I have that picture, but need to find it in my old HD. When I do, I’ll post it. Savannah is a WEIRD place.

Cant wait to see that picture! and that sounds realy creepy.

This one time I shocked myself with a defibrillator and I BECAME A GHOST.

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My college was housed in a 100 year old sanatorium in Denver. Thousands of people died in those rooms and halls, including one known murder. I never saw a thing.

Wait, which one was this?

I know that the AIC’s dorms were in a partially-renovated institution, we could go into the basement and see gurneys with straps in some of the rooms still.

Which one is 100 years old?

I want to live there.

My house is about 73 years old… Good thing no insane people were housed… Or were there?

Dang-it, now I have to research that.. :3

JCRS

They build Casabonitas right next door, if that explains how evil this place is.

I don’t believe people come back as ghosts and just wonder around spooking people, and photobombing.

Depending on who you ask, what people see could be classified just as demons. i think that people shoukld just consider, just consider now the possiblity that these are demonic forces that appear to people. Being a Christian, I believe that what people see is demons messing with you (and to be honest, i think thats even scarier than a ghost). My beliefs are based on the Bible and that states that when you die you go to one of 2 places. So, if thats the case (and again I’m not saying Im right and anyone else is wrong, Im just stateing thias is what I have studied and the conclusions I come to) then the only thing left would be demons appearing to people to screw with them. It makes sense if you truley think about it. There ■■■■■■ off at whats happened to them and they want to get back at people. IF (and I believe it is, you dont have to and thats ok. everyone is entitlesd to what they believe) that is whats going on then some caution should be taken place when looking into ghost. This is nothing more than seriously a friendly warning to just be careful when one looks into this. I beleive people do genuinly see stuff. unfortunatly it just might not be what you think it is. And nothing would please me more than to see some of my past loved ones and friends who have died as ghost if that was the case. But, if you truley go to heaven or hell and theres no get out of jail free card, they have to be demons. What i liked about GB is it puts it in a fictional story thats amazing and funny and entertaining. but in the real world, these things dont EVER seem to be anything more than scary. Think about it, even people who see loved ones are still terrified to a degree, even if its something one comes to except theres still some fear there. And a true loved one like a father or mother or spouse wouldnt really try to “Haunt” you would they? Well, most wouldnt, some people in life seem like they might want to get back at people and never get a chance! lol, you know what Im saying. But, just my opinion. Not superior to anyones else. Just felt like I should share.

Well I have had 2 major happenings in my life that I recall i’ll start with the most recent first.

In 2005 I was stationed at Nellis AFB Las Vegas Nevada, I worked in a BIG hanger big enough to put 2 B-52 bombers in. The place was Phase (where jets go for scheduled work and teardown inspections) I worked in the Tool room on swing shift so I was generally one of the last people to leave almost every night. Some nights We rotated you have to go around and make sure all the doors are locked or the hanger doors are closed. Well one night late summer I was closing one of the main hanger doors when it stopped about 5 feet short of closing, I tried to start the doors again when I saw a man in BDU’s (USAF Uniform) step out from the door into the hanger. So I was like what the hell and started toward him he was crushed looking and in a bad sort, My first reaction was Shit I hit him with the door So I ran towards him and as soon as I started to run he vanished. Well it was late and I was tired after looking around I went back and finished closing the door. A year later we were doing a training day and the subject of door safety came up, yeah you guessed it Someone had been killed by that door a year before I got there.

The 2nd run in was in 97 the day after my Grand dads funeral. See I would go and spend the summers with my Grandparents here in Alabama and would sleep in my dads old room. I never closed my door but for some reason the night after the funeral I did, My Paw Paw as I called him was an insomniac and would set in his recliner in the living room at night and rock, his chair made NOISE. He would also come and stand at my door and see if I was awake if I was he would come in and we would talk through the night as he would sit on the end of my bed. Well I didn’t sleep this night I was upset about loosing him my parents were in the other room door closed and so was my Grand maw in her room door closed. About 10pm or so I hear HIS footsteps coming from the kitchen and going to his rocker, the rocker rocked for a long time I wasn’t scared, he got up and came towards my room, my door opened there was no one there (nightlight in hall) and then my bed sank down where he always set and I felt better. The next morning I asked if anyone had been up or heard anything and I got no’s as reply’s so I kept it to myself. Thinking back I wish now I had tried to talk to him we didn’t have kind words the last time we had talked..

Cameron D Retired USAF

I don’t feel like posting the entire thing on here again, but I’ve written out my experiences. If anyone wants to read my story, go here:

http://www.potatoblog.net/2010/10/real-ghost-story.html

Haven’t seen anything sense.

My college has some buildings that were used to house WW2 soldiers/prisoners; the cafeteria is in what used to be a morgue (that explained at least some of the food…) and the psychology classrooms were an asylum/brig. Plenty of stories and other occurrences but I never actually saw anything.

There are also rumors that the land is an old burial ground (if this is true, none of the tribes in the state are claiming ownership so the question then becomes why not).