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I bet her FUPA's name is Shane, like the gunslinger/drifter of literature.--HappyTummy
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November! Ghost story, please.
I love paranormal shiit!
I bet her FUPA's name is Shane, like the gunslinger/drifter of literature.--HappyTummy
Re: November! Ghost story, please.
It really wasn't anything I can put my finger on. We live in a very old house (built in 1890) and I've generally not felt like there was anything paranormal going on in it (and I do believe in this stuff, btw). But we went to bed last night and as I was falling asleep when I suddenly felt like there was someone else in our room - definitely a presence. I opened my eyes and saw something. It was sort of a fuzzy, moving...blur? The dog was sitting up in bed and looking at it too (but she was quiet and didn't seem agitated at all). It was about two feet from the bed. I sat up and tried to reach out to it, but then it was gone. I didn't get a menacing feeling and I wasn't scared - more curious.
Who knows. I could have been half dreaming. I've been sending out vibes to my dad to come visit, so perhaps it was more wishful thinking? I don't know.
That's really cool! And creepy that your dog saw it, too.
Our house was built in 1778, so I'm always expecting to see something weird, haha.
I bet her FUPA's name is Shane, like the gunslinger/drifter of literature.--HappyTummy
Gave me the heebs! I have heard, though, that if you see something in that half-awake state, you're just going on instinct. No sense of danger, no need to panic.
I've had two experiences like that. One was in my bedroom in my first apartment out of college. The first night I spent there, my mom and cousin were also in my room (it was HUGE with enough room for air mattresses) because my graduation was the next day. In the middle of the night, I felt this presence, like it was suffocating me. It was not a nice presence, it had anger and evil in it, if that makes sense. The next morning, we were talking and without prompting, my mom and my cousin said they sensed the exact same thing. I would feel that presence a lot more in that apartment, but once my ex-H started hanging around more, it stopped.
The other one was way less interesting. I used to work in an old, old building that was part of an estate. One evening I went upstairs to heat up my dinner and saw a little boy in a sailor suit rooting through a box.
My mom swears her new apt is haunted by two children and their nanny and they're upset that they can't run around like they used to (she lives in an old house converted to apartments). Her friend told her to leave toys out so they feel welcome.
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I wish I didn't believe in them. It would make my insomnia a lot easier.
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Eeeeek! I'm getting freaked out, I love it.
An old friend of mine was away at college when his dog died (she was really old, awesome dog). He came home to visit one weekend and he saw the dog in their family room one night, he was able to say goodbye to her and just sat there and cried.
I bet her FUPA's name is Shane, like the gunslinger/drifter of literature.--HappyTummy
See, I'd expect this to be my reaction. But I guess I just didn't feel at all threatened. It was weird because I'm generally a big scaredy cat when it comes to this stuff.
Moo, I would be very freaked out if I felt an angry vibe.
I have a few stories too.
About a week after my grandmother passed, her brother said that he had seen her at a certain time during the night. She told him it was nice and not to be scared. He passed away the following night at approximately the same time he had seen her the night before.
Then, I came home from class one day and went to turn the tv on and nothing worked, so I went and looked and all the cables were unplugged. I left it like this and went to my next class. On the way I passed my roommate and asked her if she had unhooked the stuff and she hadn't, however when she got to the apt. she said everything was hooked back up and working fine.
In the same apt, we had one of those stuffed animal horse heads on a stick. When you pressed its ear it would neigh. There were a couple times we'd be sitting in the family room, with the horse across the room and it would would just start neighing.
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I honestly didn't sleep for the first month. I would stay up all night reading and then sleep during the day (I had a bit of time between when I graduated/got my job and when it started). That's how I started reading Harry Potter, actually. Eventually either I stopped being such a wuss or the ghost realized I wasn't leaving and I was able to sleep. Then when exH moved in, it all but stopped.
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I love this stuff! When people tell ghost stories, I don't get the automatic "crackpot!" sensation that I do when people talk about their encounters with UFOs and such.
The closest I've ever had to a possible ghost encounter was at the rental house I lived in. It was probably built in the 80s or so, so it wasn't historic or anything. One morning I woke up and could just feel one of my roommates hovering over me, grinning. I figured he was trying to freak me out because I'd open my eyes and there his smiling face would be. As I opened my eyes, I said, "Can I help you?" and there was nobody there.
So it's very likely I imagined the whole thing, but you never know.
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Winged, I'm under your sheet as a non-believer.
But I do enjoy hearing about it; it's interesting. I just am convinced there is a simple explanation for things.
That's so cool November.
My sister came to say good bye to us the night of her funeral and the day prior. We had to tell her to go ahead and move on, that we would be ok. After that we didn't see her (not it that way) again. It wasn't like a ghost standing there, it was more like a big ball of energy floating above us. Almost like an orbit. It's really hard to explain but there has never been an ounce of doubt in my mind what it was.
I was sleeping in my mom's bed with my mom and we were both awaken at the same time, both nights to it. And we both knew it was April and knew when she left. After she was gone, two seconds later, my sister called from her house and said April had just been there. It was amazing and wonderful and I will always be grateful for those moments.
I love the saying goodbyes.
We were "tested" when we moved into our house (built in 1892). The toilets would start running randomly and I saw dark shapes in the back yard. After about a month it stopped, but I had to have a conversation with whoever to let them know that we loved the house and weren't going to mess it up. A similar thing happened when we moved into my childhood house, only with lights, TVs, car trunk lights turning on and off by themselves. It stopped after he/she/it was comfortable with us.
I'm glad because performing a lynching would really make my day suck even more.
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My mom said that whenever she stops to really think about my grandpa within 5 minutes she'll see a dime on the ground heads up no matter where she is. I think it sounds a little nutty but she finds comfort in it.
I've never experienced anything myself but I'm very fascinated by it all. I'm not a believer per se but it intrigues me for sure.
I love ghost stories. My mom lived in a haunted house when she was a teenager.
She had a roomful of friends over watching television one night, and the whole group saw a man walk across the hall. Supposedly.
Many times, they came back in from being gone for a few days or hours and the house would smell like there was a cake in the oven.
Once, my mom was sitting at the piano alone, and she felt a hard push and fell off the side of the bench, just as the ceiling fan fell down.
The last one is the scariest. One night, my grandpa was woken up by a man's voice saying "Oh God. It's Susie. It's Susie" (that's my mom's name). He went into her room to check on her and there was a man trying to break into her room. He was cutting the rubber washer thing next to the window unit air conditioner with a knife.
All of these may be complete bullshiit, but they're fun to tell around the table.
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That last one gave me CHILLS TO THE MAX.
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Ditto! SB wins the ghost story tales of the day.
Hezz, didn't your mom have some ghost stories from the house you lived in when you were wee?
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I have one.
The house I grew up in is from the 1700/1800s. Once when I was a kid I woke up in the middle of the night. Everyone was asleep, but I was wide awake for some reason. I wandered to the staircase and sat at the top. After a minute I heard a creak at the bottom of the stairs... but wasn't too worried, old houses = creaky! Then the creaking started working its way up the stairs. Like each step creaked, in order, like someone was walking up the staircase. I stayed there until it was about 3/4 of the way up, then I freaked and ran back to bed, where I hid completely under my covers (because we all know monsters can't get you under the covers).
It took YEARS before I was able to get out of bed during the night.
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The first house I owned had an old graveyard behind it. I routinely saw a man wearing a twenties style hat in my house. Things would go missing, only to return a few days later in a different, but very easily seen, spot.
One day I was washing dishes at my kitchen sink. I was very upset about my life at the time. I felt a very comforting stroke down the back of my head, much as a mother would comfort a child. I think it may have been my grandmother. It was definitely a feminine touch. It made me feel a good bit better.
Years earlier, after my father died as a result of a car accident, he came to me one night to let me know that he was not in pain and was at peace. It is iimpossible to accurately describe this feeling, I have never felt it again and was somewhat disappointed at the time that I knew I would never feel that way again until it was my time to cross over.
My dh and I frequently hear voices in our living room in the middle of the night. We have a newly built house, so we are assuming it is my grandparents, since we have the ashes of three of them in that room.