Do you believe in ghosts?

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I don't but I love a good ghost story!

Does anyone have a good experiance or story they would like to share?

Nothing good all bad.

Our home was built in 1870, has always been in my husband's family.....we have countless colored orbs floating around in digital shots, some have faces on them, many times you can make out smiles...my daughter used to say she could hear voices by her ear, and would kick pink bubbles by the end of her bed to make them move......it is very, very good energy within our home, alot of love and feeling of being watched over for positive reasons.....

About five years ago I was asleep at my Grans house when the telephone in the room (an old one with a 'proper' bell in it) started to ping repeatedly, as if somebody had lifted the reciever and was pressing the small button that cuts off a call when the reciever is replaced. There was nobody else in that room with me at the time, but my Grandad died only a couple of metres from that spot back in 1998.

In my Uni house I get certain feelings in particular parts of the house, and not nice ones either. Two of my housemates have experienced the same.

I believe in ghosts and I imagine that my place must be very haunted with all the seniors who die there, each year. That's why I sleep with a night light. The light helps to ward off the spirits.

A few years ago, we were looking to flip potential homes in rundown areas..some homes absolutely gave me the creeps, very negative energy within them..when the homeowners died, whatever energy they had stayed there....you almost need to burn sage and bless the home......

I believe in ghosts.

My nan died before I was born, but when I was three years old I went to my mother three times telling her that there was a lady in the living room. I don't remember all three incidents, but I remember a lady sitting on the sofa, and as I walked in she held out her hand and said, "Who's this then?" and was smiling at me. I wasn't one to take stranger's hands or sit on a strangers lap (when people I didn't know came over to our house I wouldn't even walk past them to get to one of my parents). I took her hand and she sat me on her lap. That's all I remember. It wasn't like a ghost, it was like there was a real, solid person there.

The first two times my mum told me off for saying such things, and ignored it. The third time she came with me to see. When we went back into the living room the lady was gone. I remember this because I remember thinking that to get out of the house she would have had to walk behind me so surely I would have heard her or seen her, and to close my front door you have always had to slam it because of the kind of lock/latch we have, so she could not have gotten out without us knowing. She also would not have been able to get in without my mum knowing, but at the time I didn't think of that.

My mum showed me a picture and I told her that was the lady (my nan, who I never knew).

Years later I spoke about it with my mum and described the clothes the woman had been wearing and my mum cried because I was describing clothes her mum often wore (even down to her tights, which I would have never seen in a picture).

Sometimes people don't believe me when I tell this story, or decide that at three years old I would not be able to remember that when I have memories from being as young as two and a half (I remember visiting my brother in hospital when he was born). Everyone is entitled to their opinion, but I would ask that they still remain respectful of my own opinion of my own experience.



Once we stayed at a hotel type place when we went to my cousin's christening. It was quite an old fashioned place and my cousins discovered some small passageways and small doorways (where it had been built years ago when people where smaller). At night time I heard a little boy crying. Although there was one family staying there with two sons I had the feeling that it wasn't them - the sound was coming from the wrong direction and they were both old enough to not be crying at night, when they would have been sharing a room with their parents. It also sounded like it was more out in the open (instead of being seperated by my door, the distance between my room and their's on the floor above, and their own door, it sounded like the sound was coming from down the stairs or the corridor). I did have the feeling that it might be a ghost, but had no real reason to think that.

The next day a worker was talking to some members of my family about strange happenings in this hotel/B&B place. She said that people who worked there had sometimes seen a little boy sitting on the stairs crying in the night.

Possibly a big coincidence, but I much prefer the idea that I heard the ghost.

Na, I don't believe in ghosts.

I haven't seen any....

When I was younger I was part of the "out of the cold" program for street kids during the winter. it was where churches would host people for the night in their basements.

One of the churches I stayed at called Highway Penticostil in Berrie was most definitely haunted. I did research up on it an everything and found nothing and you can't say that it was the anticipation of something bad or imagination because I heard nothing about the church before hand AND I was also completely clean at that given moment anyways.

I wasn't the only person who felt it either, a good amount of the regulars that stayed in these hosting churches always dreaded this particular church. At any rate, I stepped in an immediately fell to the ground, the screaming of people was so loud it was unbearable; it was ricocheting off the damn walls. After a long while I managed to filter it out a bit but I didn't get any sleep. Also, while I was in the washroom there was a cut off between one stall and the other, at the back of the one it dropped almost 20 degree's and I was flung against the door as was my friend who I was with. We both struggled to get out of the washroom. It was like having a ball of gravity thrown against you and pushed down on you. I never SAW anything though except flash before I was pitched against the wall.


Also, our previous place that me and my roommate were in had someone lingering at the very top of the stairs. For exploration we went up to the top once, in the mid of the last flight of stars my body froze and I was unable to move, I can't even begin to describe the flashes and voices that came to me in those few seconds. In conclusion we never went back up there again.


When I was younger I was constantly seeing and hearing things, I'd never tell anyone because the second I did they'd just say I was "imaginative" and "lying" and being childish. You can imagine how well those accusations went over with someone thats AS and highly logical. There was only one person who believed me, my best friend and her husband. Sadly both died when I was younger because they were a great deal older, the woman always told me I had a strong crown which later when I started getting interested in psychic's and psychology and all of those I found the seventh chakra crown did suit me well. There a bunch of other stories I could tell, they never really frightened me being I've always been pretty 'in touch' with their world unlike those with the "third eye" that are used as a conduction and gate from their world to ours.

I dislike the term "ghost" because everyone thinks the stereotypical mirage of a person or something which if you go with the collective unconscious theory ( I really need to look more in to this theory ) they don't take a form as they are energy however they can possibly manifest a form of some degree. This would also explain why I've never SEEN a person, on rare occasion I would SEE an outline or a figure that kind of looked like the shape OF a person.

I think I believe in ghosts. But I havn't got any cool stories personally. But my sisters god child had avery similar story to Benji. I just think there is so much in the universe that we don't understand.

I believe in ghosts and I can tell you some creepy stories. In fact I still get ghost visits all the time, everybody always tells me that its just my mind playing tricks, but how is it my mind, when my doorbell rings in the middle of the night and my whole family gets up to answer it and nobodys there. Or if I'm in my brothers bedroom watching tv, and nobodys home, and his door just magically opens, and then I see his bed covers move like somebody sat on his bed. Or if your sitting by my backdoor watching tv, sometimes the door knocks like somebody is knocking to come in, yet nobody is ever there. Just very wierd things happen to me, and I thought it was maybe because I lost my brother to a car accident and my father to cancer, but it was happening way before those things happen. My brother visits me at least once a year, and so does my father, which is even wierder, I don't know how to explain it.

when you're dead you're dead. nothing lives on. you are 'lucky/sucessful' in the biological sense if you have propergated your genes. you are 'lucky/sucessful' in the social/cultural sense if anyone remembers your retched life for anything at all. there's no evidence or reasoning outside human fancy for ghosts, gods or boogy men.

some frequencies of sound that are just outside human hearing really creep us out. ordinary people can on occassion hallucinate. we are very good then at making sense of these experiences by fabricating a context for these experiences as they do not otherwise fit. this can be done individually or in a social group. it doesn't matter, we are all equally sugestible.

so, in short no i don't believe in ghosts. but i too love a good ghosty story.

I believe in spirits.

I believe in ghosts.

We used to live in the apartment over my in-laws shop in an old house (about 100yo). There was bells on the down stairs shop door, numerous times by myself I would hear them ring (which only happens when the door is opened) and the door was locked.

There was 1 occasion when I was walking down the stairs and smelt popcorn balls. This was in the time near when the local community held its annual fall festival.

I'm not sure I believe in ghosts, but the quote in Hamlet makes me keep the possibility open.

In terms of starnge goings-on (like curses), I do believe in something called a 'singularity of coincidence', like there is so much bad stuff happening that, though science and reason tells us it is nothing to be afraid of, I feel it is better to be safe than sorry....