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I want to here from this big happy family do you believe in Ghosts

I believe in ghosts, yes. I don't believe that everyone who claims they've seen them or had paranormal experiences has actually had them, I do believe a lot of things can be disproven and some you just think you experienced but you really didn't. But I do believe there are cases where there are true paranormal occurances, where ghosts do exist.

I wish I had a list of experiences to list off, but I really don't. Nothing I have ever seen myself.

yes in fact i was just watching this video just now.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XSLBtm__aKw
its kinda wierd buy scary in a way... :cool:

I don't really believe in ghosts, but I've had some strange experiences. I'm just going to copy and paste from an old blog entry of mine, written a few years ago:

that light thing happens at my house too. but the flickering light is in the kitchen, and it usually flickers out of the corner of your eye and it stops when you look at it.

other than that, i don't really believe in ghosts.

JENNA!! That is creepy. Im scared.  And Im no where near this.
Although I am to believe there are some ghosts in my house..
People who have stayed over mothers friends. family, friends etc.
A few have seen stuff.  And a cousin of mine is very rigid and very manly country type and he reckons he saw an old lady standing over the bed while he was napping.
!!! I Scared

I believe ghosts exist I guess. Just last week when I was home alone someone or something turned my washing machine on. That was creepy. I went through every room in the house looking to see if someone had gotten in somewhere. I didn't find anyone.

Just to Let you Guys and Gals know Ghost come in 3 stages:

Stage 1:Ghosts will do stuff let go through Closed Doors and walls,that means that they do not know that you are there.

Stage 2:Ghost will interact with you and will not Harm you.

Stage 3:These Ghosts will knock you on your Butt and/or hurt you someway.

I believe in ghosts, we have this video of my step father singing karaoke and in the door of my bedroom it looks just like someone's standing.  The funny thing is the song is a favorite of my Aunt's and she died in 2005 and the next room over was her room  :eek:

I believe in Ghosts amongst other things, but I am not one of those people that believe every ghost story in the world to be a fact. I have had some weird things happen to me before that I can't explain. Not saying these were all ghosts, but here they are:

1. When I was a little girl, I was outside playing, and I saw this black 'thing'. It looked like a person, like in a grim reaper suit or something. As soon as I saw it, it turned and ran FAST around the house. I went after it (I was little, so I was too curious to be scared) and it was gone.

2. My old house, when I was 17 had weird things happen outside of it. An old lady died of emphazema in it years before, and inside, only calm things would happen, like the lights turning on sometimes. But outside at night, there would be stomping like something huge and heavy was stepping hard on the porch and there would be really hard knocks on the door, and the knob would rattle like it was trying to be opened. I never answered it, needless to say.

3. Another one, this is the creepiest one of all. When I was in 1st grade this happened twice. I went to music class, and we were all sitting in a semi circle, singing songs with the teacher. I looked over to the side of the room and in one of the chairs there was this lady. She looked totally normal, but she was NOT there before and the door did not open for her to have gotten into the classroom that way either. Anyway, she was sitting on the chair and she was holding a kid in her lap. The kid didn't look normal like her. His eyes were closed and his face was white. He was dressed in cold weather clothes, like a Jacket and boots and a snow hat. He also had a blanket wrapped around him. His mouth was open a little and the lady was just rocking him. She just looked at me a couple of times and went back to rocking the kid (he could not have been any older than 3-4). Nobody else noticed them at all. Just me. I swear I am not making this up. I do not understand why they were there for the life of me, I don't even live in an area cold enough to be dressed like that. When I was that young, I didn't even notice that they weren't 'real'

4. One time, I was sitting out on the front porch with my husband, and we happened to look over at our car at the same time. I heard Brandon say, "Do you see that?" and I did see it. There were three FACES in the windsheild of our car. One was an older lady (maybe in her early 50s, the other two were men, one was old, and one was younger and heavy set). They just sat there, and it was soooo freaky!

The Ghost of Coal Mountain...…

(http://home.att.net/~fukuoka/zaki/slag-1.jpg)


I had the opportunity to travel in my early years care of the US Army. My dad was a Sergeant 1st class we arrived in Japan in late 1967 when I was 3 1/2 . The Base was officially known as the Brady Air force base there was a pile of coal and slag left over from WW2. The base was across the bay from Fukuoka, that area of Japan famous for its Hakata dolls. It was a custom there for the newly arrived Sergeants and junior officer to pull weekend watch, make sure that Coal Mountain did catch fire, really it was a large pile of coal and slag with a flatten top. The watch tower was on the beach. Well dad turn came our third Saturday night at the new post.

Now this is what mom told me years later. Dad and a ring knocker, that’s a graduate of West Point were given the assignment watch over the Coal Mountain.  There was a PFC along with them who had pulled the duty before, dad had seen people around the base of the mountain during the day so he want to get a closer look at night and told the PFC told him that that was a “ not a good idea” and this guy had a Brooklyn accent. Day had seen plenty of BS and hazing in the army especially at new post and heard the ghost stories he thought it was a setup for the new Sargent. "Come on Lieutenant let’s get this over with", he thought a bunch of guys were going to jump out at him in makeup. This passed for Army Humor.  So dad having been on the receiving and prank end of this humor knew as the new guy right-of-passage especial with NCO’s. So dad and the Lieutenant headed toward Coal Mountain sure enough Dad saw something and motion the Lieutenant to get down. He picked a rock and handed another the Lieutenant. They loaded up with rocks dad and the Lieutenant left the flash lights off it, there was a half Moon plenty of light to sneak up on the prankster. Now the Lieutenant shouted standing up and simultaneously turneed on their flashlights, only the well aimed rock did not hit the figures but pasted through them.  Dad and Lieutenant just stood there in disbelief the figure turned back to their ghostly labors on moving the coal. Dad and Lieutenant beat a hasty retreat,
"told you" the PFC said shaking his head.

My mom wasn’t happy about being station overseas that was not a good time associate with the US military as all the passions about the Vietnam War. Someone told here to hire a maid “they work cheap 30.00 a week US” but you got to let them get a BX and PX card. Mom was leery of the Idea but after a few months of witnessing the politeness of the Japanese mom warmed to the idea and hired a maid to help clean and do the shopping, she hired a maid, the maids name was Ha’dako. She preferred to work for the families of Sergeants as offices wives “to fussy, never happy”. 

 I started to pick up enough Japanese after a few months to carry on conversations, you know that 4 Year old are always asking question. She made teaching me Japanese a game I say the word in English then she told me the word in Japanese and I had to repeat it to her ten times and use my new Japanese word  in a sentence in Japanese. One of the reasons that Ha’dako worked for Sergeants was she got an unlimited Post Exchange (PX) and Base Exchange (BX) card.  She would load up on liquor and cigarettes with PX card and Beef and ham at Christmas and Easter BX sell it off post for an obscene profit. I came to think of here as a grandmother…She is only one of Four people that I ever let use my moms pet name for me.. Ha’dako had grown to be very fond of me and would watch me, my older brothers were 4 and 5 years than me, they were in school so they weren’t under foot all day. I could use the potty they were in school so I wasn’t much trouble for Ha’dako to watch. 

Mom had time to learn Japanese flower arranging, she would buy Hakata dolls and sold them in classified she ran in papers back home. Dad came home for lunch.  Dad was grumbling over the Coal Mountain watch list he had to select the enlisted that were to pull watch duty next month. Ha’dako looked over dads shoulder. “Him to mean to bar girls in town give him all Saturday nights. Him mean drunk give him duty after paydays”. “Restless  sprits in that place” and she shuddered dad looked at her like not in front of me. You you never go there, you never go there or if you do no more cookies ever". Ha’dako had got hooked on special cookies. Actual they were seaweed cookie the seaweed was spinach on steroids. The cookies were sweet and salt at the same time cookies are like crack to a four year old. I was always begging for something that was good for me.

I turned five and was allowed to go beach as long as mom was there with me, I would hunt for sand dollars, starfish and sea shells. It worked to tire me out. I saw it, the mount with the flatten top. Every time I tried to make a break for Coal Mountain mom would catch me.” You want a whipping young man; you NOT ALLOWED TO go man made caves, old bunkers and you “DO NOT GO THERE” her arm rigidly pointed at of Coal Mountain.  My brothers were sneaking off to the beach without mom. “I want to go” I said.  “No Guy you are too little, if tell mom I eat all your Cookies “my oldest brother said.  Mom asked me why I was crying “they would take me to the beach”. “Come on “she grabbed me by the hand and caught up with my brothers. “Ok Mister big shot you big enough to go the beach with out me, So I guess you can watch your baby brother and if he gets so much as a scratch it’s YOUR HIDE”.   “Yes mom” Lon said in his I’ll be good tone then leared at me. Cole my middle brother gave me a pail and shovels “play in the sand Guy no going near the water, no playing in the caves”. Lon got into a fight with some of the other boys. 

I had to tee tee so went down the beach in the tall grass, then I notice I could see my brothers. It was my chance I made for Coal Mountain I hide in the grass on the sand dune close to the Mountain until it started getting dark then I walked toward it. I ran up it picked up a piece of coal, it left a smug on my shorts as I put it in my pocket. Then I started toward the water. “Little boy what are you doing here? If the guards see you they will beat you, where’s your mommy” A deep voice said whisper. “She’s at home” I replied half crying think I was in trouble. “Well we better get you home then. Do you know where you live” I saw him then he was very thin and his uniform was all torn up, it was little more than rags.”Show me where you live and I walk you home”the strange soilder said. “Ok mister, where are your strips” I asked. “The got torn up” he responded. “Are you hungry” I asked in my sheepish voice.”I am always Hungry little boy I never get very much to eat” he responded as we moved up the beach. We came to the path to the housing area “moms making boiled cabbage and corn beef. I sure there is enough for you too.” I was busted I figure I get a reprive if we had company and he look so hungry.“I can’t I have to get back before the guards miss me, go then go back to your mommy, she probable worried sick" he said.  "I going to get in trouble I’m not allowed to go there." I said half crying. "It’s a bad place, promise me you will never go back little boy" the soldier said. "I promise and I get dad to get you a new uniform” I meant it too, he look so unhappy. "I need that coal back" he said.  I handed him the lump of coal. He brushed off my hands, his hands were cold, he brushed the smug on my shorts and it was gone. I said goodbye.

 “There you are let me see” Lon snorted "at least you aren’t hurt." Moms pop her head out the door “you’re late” she said in that mother voice all kids know. We ate dinner. Mom bent down to kiss me, “you have sand all over you",she shouted to dad "honey draw a bath for Guy". "Ok" dad grunted.  I was a big boy so dad had to wash me. “What that in your hair” dad asked. I did say anything dad finished bathing me."All clean, now get into your jammies" I dress and dad picked me up and tucked me in and kissed me on the fore head. "You never answered me" dad said in his soft daddy voice. "I went over by the mountain, I had to make tee tee in the grass” Dad inhaled. “Honey, boys get in here” he was using his Sergeants tone. “Alright you better explain.”   I told dad and mom the story, Daddy went ash white so did mom. “Did you boys see anyone there with your little brother” dad had got his voice back. “NO” Lon and Cole Said in Chorus.  “Daddy I promised him that never go back there, and I never will daddy” I said to dad in my I’m sorry voice. Dad handed me my stuffed dog I named pretty pretty "go to sleep son"... I did.

Mom told Hadako about what I told here, "We don't go there to many restless spirts" Ha’dako said. Ha’dako took me to a Shinto priest I told him the story. He blessed and told Ha’dako that I was safe, no restless spirts were with me. Ha’dako took me to Coal Mountain and made an offering at the base to thank the spirts there for my safe return and ask for their forgivness for their mistreatment.

If you want to see the moutian http://home.att.net/~fukuoka/zaki-01.htm

Gah! Paragraphs, brat; they're called paragraphs. :P

Modified per your request O Emperess of Spam...

*cackles with glee* Erm, I mean...uh...

Thanks, brat. One long chunk of text is a bit hard to read though, especially in the wee hours of the morning.

oh my word, my eyes are glazing, it's too early on a Sunday for all that wordage!! I think I'll go have a shower and come back refreshed!!

And as to ghosts, yes, I do believe in them. I've never seen one, but I know there's one in my house. I regularly hear someone walking up and down the stairs yet there's no-one there. And my dog will frequently sit in the lounge, her tail wagging ten to the dozen and look up at someone who most definitely is not there, not that hubby and I can see anyway!

Yes, I believe in ghost but maybe I got caught in ghosts because of too much watching ghost whisperer and medium

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thank you dear 3yay

There are way too many situations that can't be explained by normal means, so yes I believe there are supernatural powers at work.

Here's food for thought, as we get older we become less attuned to these powers, what do you think children's imaginary friends are??

My Dad has seen ghost at Arlington Cemetary. He was Career Army had a clearance but he didn't talk to much.
 

Your ghost stories scared me :'(  and almost made me pee in my pants 1mop

i have a ghost story:

Back in the late 1800's or so, there was this little boy named Gene, whose servant gave him a doll. This doll was three feet tall, made of straw and had humna-like features. Gene adored this doll and named him Robert. The doll became a constant companion of the boy, and when mishap occured, Gene, being the typical little boy, blamed Robert.

Or was Gene really telling the truth? Neighbors often claimed to see Robert move from window to window when the family was not in the house. The family heard the doll laughing and claimed to have caught a glimpse of Robert running around the house.

Soon, Gene began to have nightmares and scream out in the night. When his parents would respond to his cries, the would often find furniture turned over, Robert at the foot of the bed, starring right at Gene, and the poor boy crying, "Robert did it!" It wasn't long before old Robert was moved to the attic, where he would live for years to come.

When Gene's father died, the house he once lived in was willed to him and he decided to take his wife and move back into the house. Once he came back to the house, Gene moved Robert out of the attic and into his own room in the house. School children feared walking past the house, in fear of seeing Robert's mean glare in the window. When Gene himself died, his wife quickly sold the house, leaving Robert behind in the attic.

However, the ten-year-old daughter of the new owners found Robert hanging out in the attic. Soon enough, Robert unleashed his displeasure of the child. She claims that Robert would move about in her room and would even climb in her bed and try to attack her. Simply put, he just wanted to kill her.

Robert now lives in a comfortable, well-guarded museum in his native Key West. Employees say that he is still up to his antics even today. In fact, it is often rumored that if you take a picture of him, it will come out clear if he likes you, or blurry if he doesn't.

My mom's friend went to visit him on her Caribbean cruise last summer. She talked to him for a little while, saying she's a big fan, and talking to him was like talking to a rock star. She got a picture with him, and it came out crystal clear. However, when she took another picture of him, this time with her husband in the picture, you could bearly make anything out. :eek:

kinda creepy, isn't it?

I watched the mini-documentary on Robert. It sure was creepy.

I remember Robert! What a creepy story.
I didn't always believe in ghosts or anything paranormal... but then I saw that my own parents' house was haunted. I still have nightmares about the spirits in my childhood home.  :-\

I'm so untuned to these powers that nothing has ever bothered me, however I was told by 3 separate people that my last house has 2 entities. One travelled between the main and 2nd floor and was more or less playfull, pulling purse straps, tapping shoulders etc. The other stayed in the basement in the old coal chute room and was more on the violent side. (probably had a bad death down there) There wasen't anything in the basement so contact with it was very limited.

Yeah, the ghost thing really do believe-have had some experiences with them.

We have one who followed us from our old house to our new one.  First day here Charlie had to play with the toilets a while, then settled in along with us.  Once in a while he touches my hand to let me know he's there.

Had a little girl one in the old house who my sister swore she felt the little one sit on the bed beside her, or snuggle up to her at nights sometimes. Kel could feel that pressure from her presence.

Have lived in a few haunted places, where the entities messed with me a bit. 

One late afternoon, just after my ex husband had picked up my son for a visitation I was standing at the window, watching them drive off.  I was all alone in the apartment, yet I heard a kids' voice say "Hi Mommy!" in a really enthusiastic voice!!!  Needless to say, I did not understand, didn't want to see what was next, and ran to spend the night at my best friend and her husband's house that night! (gads I was a chicken!)

At my friend's house, there was plenty to be had. There were many 'traveling spirits' there. I was trying to get to the bathroom, and one of them rushed by me, grazing me....I felt the pressure of someone who was 'wide of girth' trying to force their way past me in that small hallway.

My boyfriend doesn't believe in them, though my son has seen them as I do. I only feel them, and hear them sometimes....

I can't say that I've seen ghosts, but my mom grew up in a house that was legendary for all the 'strange sightings'. I live in the capital of Honduras, and this house was probably built around the 1800s. My grandfather inherited it from his aunt, who inherited from her grandmother, so yeah, the house was old (it was torn down like 20 years ago to make room for a parking lot, a pity I know).

If ever my mom has a nightmare, it take place in that house. The bathroom was especially creepy, which had a really old bathtub (we kept it, by the way but not in our house), where a man no one knew, took frequent baths. Another man usually slept in a sofa in an hall leading to the bedrooms. The house was shaped like an L, the short side being the front of the house, the longer side, the bedrooms and bathrooms, not sure how many (it was a big house) that faced a patio. So no one walked that hall in the dark.

Mom was especially susceptible to the effects of the house. When she was little, she'd been sick, and after she recovered, told my grandmother that a lady had visited her, of course my grandma was scared to death. Another time, mom and her siblings were all doing homework in the dining room, when the door leading to the rest of the house, slowly opened. My oldest uncle, stood up and closed it and sat back down. Then it happened again. He got up again to close it, but couldn't. So the 4 of them got behind the door and pushed, and finally got it to close. No one was behind the door.
Years later, my mom and her sister arrived home from watching a movie. My aunt stayed in the living room telling the rest of the family about the movie, and my mom took their coats and walked to their room to hang them up. Halfway there, she heard footsteps following her and figured it was her sister trying to scare her. So she thought she would scare her in return, left the coats over the bed and waited for my aunt to spring on her and yell or something. When nothing happened, she walked back to the hall and opened the door all at once to surprise her. Just then, she heard my aunt laughing back in the living room, still talking about the movie. My mom was so scared she almost ran back, but remembered hearing that you shouldn't turn your back on ghosts, so she slowly turned around and walked backwards towards the front of the house, but still she couldn't see anything but the dark hall. But, she couldn't see that their dog, Rex, was lying down behind her and stepped on him. The dog howled, she screamed and and everybody came running. She still gets teased about that one.
After a while my granddad built a new house in another neighborhood and left the house mostly empty, only a great aunt staying there and managing a small mini market. Once a friend of hers came by and asked to use the bathroom, and when she got back, she told this story: she was sitting on the toilet when the door opened and MY MOM walked in, in period clothing, and asked her what she was doing there, and told her very sternly to go back home and take care of her children, and then left. She was stunned when she told my great aunt, all the time saying that Nena (my mom) was never like that before. Then she freaked out when she found out my mom no longer lived there, but in another part of town. She even asked my great aunt to phone my mom and talk to her so she was sure my mom had not been there.

Local folklore has it that a house this haunted, must have been either built on top of a battlefield (lots of dead people) or something was buried under it, and the ghosts are guarding it. When the house was torn down, the only thing found was a cauldron type of pot filled with ashes. (Again, it is said that this cauldron should have been filled with money (gold/silver coins) but if the owner is not around to claim it, it turns to ash, so who knows...)
We're a great bunch when it comes to telling scary stories by the fire...  ;D