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I beleive! I was haunted by an ex wife for many years especially if her payoff was late. Thankfully one day she decided to spook some other poor mortal man now I know exorcism works
YesDo you believe?
Lol, if thought you'd ask that..How about posting the picture?
Ooh, spooky...... I'd like to think I wouldn't run.....but who knows....Well I think there might be something in it
When first left school I got a job at the big coop in Carlisle
Now the building was 6 floors high and had been tenement buildings housing people before being bought by the coop and used as a department store
One day myself and another worker (girl) we're working on the very top floor which was a series of stock rooms
We were unloading crates of toys and filling up the stock rooms
We had a radio playing in one of the rooms so we could both listen to it (she was in one room I was in another)
She shouted at me to stop messing about with the radio - I shouted back that I wasn't messing about with the radio but could hear that the radio was tuning to different stations along with buzzing noises when it was off tune
A minute later the girl shouted at me again and I shouted back that I was not touching the radio
All the time the radio was either in tune on a station or buzzing or on a different station
The next thing is I hear the girl screaming and it did not sound good so I ran into the room where I saw her standing shaking like a leaf
I asked her what's wrong
She pointed to the radio so I looked (it was still doing its own thing of in tune one second and picking up different stations or buzzing)
The girl said go and look at the dial
I went to the radio and the red stripe on the dial was flying back and forwards on its own
I ran past the girl screaming at her to come with me but she was shaking and could not move so I grabbed her gave her a firemans lift and legged it out of that room
When we got to the staff canteen we told the staff what had happened and some of the staff said it sounded like Joe up to his antics again - Joe was supposedly a ghost
All I know is that the only 2 people in that room was that girl and me along with the radio
Neither of us worked up there again
I refused even to go up to that floor
I could not tell if the knob was turning on the radio I just saw the red dial swishing back and forwards and when I saw that I panicked and wanted outta there
Do I believe in ghosts well I don't know but wouldn't rubbish anyone who claims they do
Exactly!!Well Einstein proved that energy once created, cannot be destroyed, only transferred, and what are we if not squidgy meatbags of energy..lol
That energy has to go somewhere once our bodies pack in.
Flight or fight response....Tell me about it I was 17 years old at the time
My reaction was to flee the girls reaction was to freeze
I just grabbed her and flung her over my shoulder
I'd love to experience it..... closest I've come is "knowing" things. Started when I was 12 talking to a lady about sewing and I just blurted out....it was a peach zip....she was a bit gobsmacked.."how did you know that"For those of us that experience things like this, they usually have a profound effect on us and we carry the experience around for many years. Sometimes we can rationalise things, other times we can't.
I don't discount anything as there are just far to many reports from hundreds of thousands of people for it all to just be made up.
My grandchildren have all spoken with their granddad after his passing and 3 of them to their nanny (other grandma) when questioned they all k we something they couldn't have known other than from the conversation.Yes-I do believe. It's part of our culture where I come from that our grandparents and deceased parents, loved ones talk to us and watch over us. This song explains it really well:
Wow!!Ghosts - well I've seen one and I've been subjected to a poltergeist. Now before you pooh-pooh it
The ghost was my grandma. I as a child developed whooping cough and was choking, couldnt breathe. My grandma (who had died a few months before) appeared before me, spoke some soothing words and then disappeared through the window in a ball of light. Yes I could have imagined it as I was only about 8 or 9 years old. I do remember, however, the whooping cough seemed to break from that time and I was on the road to recovery.
Poltergeist - the lounge that we used as a child had a fireplace built in and above that fireplace were 2 crossed swords. As it was Christmas time beneath the swords were a couple of rows of Christmas cards on string. I saw a hand take one of the swords from the scabbard and touch the strings of cards. It fell on a card that just said 'with love Maureen', which happened to be my grandma's name. All over that month things would move ie ornaments and I mean they would move off the shelf and would then move around the room, you could physically see them moving. Curtains would open and close in front of you and the stereo would go on and off always onto old 50's music. Pretty spooky stuff to see as a 9 year old.
I don't Peter.. please tellMore than one I`m sorry to say I was at sea for 30 years and you know what they say about sailors
Ah, thought he meant in terms of ghosts....No worries.I too have been married more than once!
I wish I could cultivate TO see.....Oh yes, I totally believe in ghosts, or transferred energy, or whatever you want to call it, although there are times when I wish I didn't!
As other posters have mentioned, I've had way too many of these experiences to go into detail, and I agree that some people appear to be more susceptible than others in this respect. There seems to be a genetic link which bears this out, and certainly that's been the case in my family (and continues to be today).
It certainly may be as @hornplayer says that we all see things but some of us refuse to accept it. That makes sense to me and I'd like to cultivate the ability to not see this sort of stuff! Anyone got any tips?
Until tomorrow night.....well, no harm has come to me from these experiences @debrasue .
I saw a lot of stuff as a kid & early teens.. Then again in my early 20s.. Seems like of stress or "sexual stuff" triggers it for me..
& a return in my mid 30s..
I've learned to ignore it. Unless the experience is so real or with other witnesses involved? Then I treat it like a possible "burglary" in my own home & investigate with a heavy object in my hand..
So far. It's been quiet for the last 10 years...
Mayb that the very young and those with dementia are more open to these thingsIt comes unexpected to me.. I don't even believe in that sort of thing. (Certainly not after questioning any form of religion after the age of 10?)
My therory in short is it's an early warning to dementia later in life...?? There are some similarities where a dementia sufferer talks to a "deceased" and an onlooker or carer takes comfort depending on belief system..?
Though it's freaky with more than one experience account of the same phenominom..
Interesting theory, but as you say, how can you explain it when two or more people see the same thing at the same time?
This happened to my daughter and I some years ago, when I was giving her a lift home from an event. Although it was dark the road was long, straight and well lit and we could clearly see a guy dressed in neutral colours standing at the side of the road as if waiting to cross. We were the only car on the road at the time and, just as we got level with him he stepped out in front of the car. We both shrieked, I slammed on the brakes, and when we came to a halt we both looked back. My daughter was the first to say, "Where did he go? He's gone!!" And so he had - and there was nowhere at all he could have hidden.
We talked about it afterwards and she described exactly the same guy that I had seen.
Never seen a ghost but have had an experience that only makes sense in the context of some sort of paranormal factor. When I was in my early 20s I was at work in an office in London. Due to return back to my college town for a visit (had graduated the previous autumn). I had a friend there who had a history of mental ill health but who had been cheery and apparently on an even keel for a few months. Midway through the afternoon I was overwhelmed by a sense of dread; an absolute cold hand of fear around my heart. I knew beyond doubt that something bad had happened to my friend. This was way before mobile phones and I had no way of contacting her. I couldn't focus on work and ended up going home early as I was so unsettled. Stayed edgy for the rest of the afternoon. Got my stuff together and set off for my visit. When I arrived about 6 hours after this 'disruption' the first thing I saw was a newspaper hoarding with a story about a suicide at a local landmark. It was my friend and the timing co-incided with my experience of the feeling of dread. Funnily enough, once I had seen that the dread lifted completely and I knew she was at peace. I spent the weekend running into mutual friends all of whom had seen her on the day. Seems like she had done the rounds, sort of saying goodbye but without saying goodbye. All reported that she had been calm and cheerful - I guess having a fixed resolve calmed her down. Really weird day. I still think of her frequently.
I think I may have seen one, but there was no spooky music or flashing lights.
I was 17 in my then boyfriends bungalow. The doorbell rang, I went into the hall to answer the door. A man was standing in the hallway, front door shut. I took a step back, a bit confused, shouted over my shoulder to my boyfriends mum (Wendy) that there was someone to see her. Looked back and he had gone..
A bit freeked, went to find Wendy, told her what had happened, she said it was the guy who used to live there. He just would check in every now and again to see if everything was all right. She was very pleased that I'd seen him as it made me part of the family... Me, I was less pleased...
Wasn't scary, just odd
Ooh, coolPubs... oh yes....
I used to work in an old pub when my children were very small and the landlord would often leave me in charge while he went to the cash and carry. It was fine when customers were there, but sometimes I was on my own in the empty pub. And whenever that happened I could hear someone walking in heavy shoes on a ŵooden floor, above my head from one end of the pub right to the other, back and forth. Except there was no way to walk straight from one end to the other upstairs unless you could walk through walls, and there were no bare wooden floors up there, either. It was all carpeted.
Got so bad that I used to wait outside, rain or shine, until I had some customers!
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