Tell your real ghost story!?
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Okay, here's at least some of my ghost stories.  I just got permission from other people in my family to tell these stories.\n\nAs I have stated in other answers.  I have seen ghosts, mostly when I was a little girl.  I lived in a farmhouse that had been past down from generation to generation for approximately 145 years.  \n\nI didn't know this when I was a little girl (my aunt, the family historian told me this when I was about 17-18 years old), but an ancestor had violently died in our house, and of course many deaths had occured since then. In true Germanic tradition, everytime someone died in the family, a wake would be held in the living room of the deceased, or until recently, when funeral homes became more abundent.  In homes like ours, the coffin was either placed in a corner, feet facing the center of the room or sometimes in the middle of the room, but slightly off center.\n\nWell, every Christmas, our family would decorate a Christmas tree in the living room.  If the Christmas tree was placed in a corner, without fail, the tree would fall over.  It didn't matter if it was placed in different tree stands, or how the tree was cut and placed in the stand, down it would go.  I don't believe the tree tipped over because the floor was uneven either or motion caused by walking.  The foundation under that part of the house is pretty stable, considering.  It got so bad that we had to tie the tree itself to the windows!\n\nThis account isn't too scary.  If you want really scary read on.\n\nI always had a forboding feeling everytime I went into the living room.  It felt as if an unfriendly presence was there.  In that same living room my mom placed a long rectangular coffee table, practically in the center but just slightly off (she didn't know about the wakes held in the house until much later).  Whenever the coffee table was placed somewhere else in the room, the sense of uneasiness would increase.  And I would never, ever under any circumstances, cross the spot where the coffee table was before. If for some reason I absolutely had to cross or step over it, I got the tugging feeling pulling me down.  It wasn't a physical tug, so it's kind of hard to explain.  Let's just say...it was unpleasant.  I also heard knocking noises on the coffee table and endtables that were in the corners.\n\nIt gets scarier.\n\nWe had two very reliable, steady watch dogs in our house.  One of them would I honestly believe would give her life for the family, but she wasn't particularly vicious or anything.  She would stand in the corner of the dining room (adjacent to the living room, conected by huge french doors) and growl.  It wasn't a normal dog growl either.  Every piece of fur on her body would stand up, her ears would be back and teeth bared.  We would literally have to drag her away from the corner when she did this.\n\nIt gets worse.\n\nOur kitchen is connected to the dining room.  The kitchen itself seemed to be void of any negativity.  But things really got scary one night.  This time, I was alone in the house, something I didn't like.  The room right next to the kitchen is a sort of mud room, my parents hung their barn clothes there.  Well anyway, I was walking out of the kitchen into the dining room, when I felt something behind me (I don't know how to explain it any better but a presence behind my head and neck area).  I turned around quickly, saw my dog standing and facing the wall and window the mud room and kitchen shared, snarling and growling as described above.  Only this time I saw a black figure (that's the best way I can discribe it) cross the window.  The figure had to have been at least six feet tall because I couldn't see the top of it.  As I said before, no one was in the house!  Of course this freaked me out, but I still refused to tell my parents because even at that young age I thought they would think me crazy (which I found out later, wouldn't have been
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I have been doing extensive study on just that. Spirits of all kinds. There are stories in my family that go way back to my father's childhood and service in Vietnam. Examples:\n\nSeance:\n\nMy father and his friends used to help and elderly lady with her yard work. She always rewarded them with cookies and lemonade while they worked. They never charged her. After she died, they decided to try a seance. They lit candles and called out for her to come and see them. They were in her basement at this time. Supposedly, she came walking through the wall carring a plate of cookies with a blank staring smile. They all ran for their lives. \n\nGermany: \n\nDuring his tour of duty, my father took a leave in Germany and stayed at a bed and breakfast there. He was told that the place was haunted by the owners pet, a three legged dog that had gone out an upperstory window to it's death. He and his friends laughed this of until they saw the dog run through the room and up the stairs. They couldn't find it again after that, but it is reported to run up the stairs and out the window it fell from every four or five days.\n\nMyself: 7 years old:\n\nI was seven when I had my first experience. I was a kid who buried himself in the covers and I woke up in the middle of the night to find my blankets neatly folded over at the end of the bed. A figure stood in the shadows of my bedroom door. I couldn't see clearly, but it looked like it had on an army helmet and wore rags. I dived for the blankets at the end of the bed and covered myself back up again. I fell back asleep and woke again about an hour later. This time the figure stood right next to my bed and and motioned with its fingers flexing seven of them, bony looking, at me three times. I can't be sure, but I thought I saw a skull in the helmet. My covers were folded at the end of the bed again. I dove for them and covered up again. I can't explain why I didn't cry out. I guess I just couldn't.\n\n14: When I was fourteen we moved to Utah. I lived in the basement. I was awakened in the night to see a figure in my doorway again. This one was large and looked like it had a pair of giant bones sticking out from a medeival helmet. I couldn't see any other details. I covered up and hid. This time, I was grabbed and thrown out of bed against the wall. I got up and ran upstairs. No one was found in the house though.\n\nSo what happened? Was my father smoking something? Was I dreaming? We aren't totally sure. I have found excessive trauma in my families past and have endured quite a bit myself. My father and some of his soldier buddies apparently took up some study of black magic while in Vietnam. I can't vouch for it all, because I wasn't around yet, but it's hard to say what did or didn't happen then. War creates horrors beyond explanation.\n\nDo I believe in good or evil spirits? Absolutely. I have studied several hauntings that you can even look up on the internet.\n\nClearfield Job Corps: E Dorm is supposedly haunted by two ghosts. One is a little girl with a ball. I stayed in E dorm while I was in Job Corps. I wasn't the only person who heard a bouncing ball sound in the halls occasionally. The other is a Residential Advisor who is supposed to have died after I left. So I never saw that one.\n\nJust to note. I do not drink and I have never touched illegal drugs.\n\nSo there you have it, not all of my experiences, but a couple. I have also studied removal of spirits. But those are other stories. Good day to you.
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Yes,yes,yes. The house I grew up in had a ghost.Yes, weird things happened.I'm what some would call a sensitive.
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I have been there before and trust me you do not want to go there. Have you heard the expression of curiosity killed the cat. Well here is my story. When my dad was a teenager he would tamper with the devil and play the wigie board. He would always do it after school with his friends and on a halloween night they asked it when they were going to die. He didnt dare ask that question but his friends did. Then two years later two of his friends died. Those friends of his said that they dont want to play with the devil anymore so they went to church. On thier way to church a semi-truck smashed into the side thier car and they were crushed like little bugs. After that little incident my dad decided to threw his wigie board away and the next morning he woke up and it was at the end of his bed. That freaked him out so bad that he drove all the way to the forest to burn it. The same case happened to my uncle except his friend Josh Loves loved to play with the wigie board. And this guy Josh Loves(family friend) had lived in a haunted house at the time and he asked the wigie board if there was any ghosts in his house and the wigie board replied many 2 many. That same night at exactly 3:00 A.M he woke up and felt like this massive entity sitting at the end of his bed and his bed was being pressed down. He thought someone broke into his house and was standing on his bed so he tried jumping out of his bed to knock him out but he couldnt move. After 10 minutes of being held down the entity finnaly let go. So that is my story and please dont get into that kind of stuff haunts me today every single night. I always hear scratching noises on my wall and we have a room were sometimes my mom is working at night on our computer and she sees the shadow of a very tall man standing next to her for like five seconds. It is very scary and in fact I am in that room right now. Please dont tamper with that kind of stuff because you will regret it. So please put my mind at ease knowing that one less person is being haunted.
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One time on a camping trip I was walking back from the bathrooms at that moment right between day and night and I saw someone walk across the front of the site and stop behind a tree. So I figure one of the people is going to jump out and try to surprise me, so I pull out my flashlight, walk up to the tree, turn on the light, and there's no one there.\n\nAs a child the chandelier used to swing from side to side, and the radio would turn on by itself in the middle of the night.\n\nOne time I was alone in a house, and I felt a presence. I looked a mobile hanging motionless, and said, "If there is anyone else here, make the mobile spin." The next moment, the mobile began to spin.\n\nI rarely ever actually see ghosts, but one time I was driving into Ponca State Park to set up a Pagan festival, and the sides of the road were lined with spirits. All standing there, calmly welcoming us back.\n\nMy grandmother died while my niece was in utero. After my niece was born, she would look up at areas where no one was standing, and laugh and giggle. We all knew that she was looking at gramma, so we never showed her any pictures. Finally, at about a year old, she could speak, and my sister showed her the family photo album. My niece picked out her photo and said, "That's Old Gramma."
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I’m an amateur ghost hunter myself. It helps that I grew up around ghosts in my childhood home and in my Grandmother’s house. So, even though stuff would happen all the time, I was kind of used to it. Until my brother took it upon himself to explain to me what a ghost really was and I spent several months when I was 8 years old hiding under the blankets. Thanks for that, Bro. Now, I chase spirits and accidentally let a woman ghost into the house. Which my mother just loves me for...
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I am a Paranormal Investigator, so I've definatley had experiences in that capacity.  I also grew up in a house that had some strange "goings on."\n\nHere are just a few of my experiences:\n\n** When I was a little girl my bedroom was downstairs by the staircase going up.  I hated to sleep with the bedroom door open because I would hear strange noises coming from the kitchen and the staircase.  I made my Mom move my bed to the wall opposite the staircase because I would swear that something was standing on the stairs and trying to reach through the wall to get me.  Granted, I was 6 years old at the time.  But I remember very clearly one night in particular.  I was deeply asleep when the bed started to shake.  I woke up and yanked the covers over my head.  I lifted up a corner to glance out and saw a black hand reach up towards me.  The hand put one finger at a time on my blanket until four long, pointy black fingers were within inches of my nose.  I was so scared I couldn't even breathe.  Suddenly the hand yanks on the covers.  I yanked back and screamed with all my might.  My parents came running and finding me sitting up and screaming for help, tried to convince me I had a nightmare.  To this day I don't know if it really happened, but even just thinking about it gives me the willies.\n\n** When I was about 17 my parents went away over night.  I was in command of the house for a full 48 hours and was thrilled.  I borrowed a bunch of movies, popped some popcorn, and settled in for a night of relaxation.  Halfway into the first movie I heard a strange scraping noise coming from the front window.  I turned my head and watched in horror as the window slowly opened.  My rational self was telling me the window was unlocked and probably warped, so not to worry.  My rational self quickly gave up that opinion when the window slammed shut very quickly.  My reaction probably would have been funny had someone been around to see it.\n\n** One night at my aunt's house, at least 9 of my family members and I were sitting around the dining room table playing Taboo!, which is an extremely loud game to play.  Suddenly all of us became quiet at the same time.  Footsteps could be clearly heard from the floor above us, but everyone in the house was around the table.  Somehow I was elected to go check it out.  As I'm walking up the steps a blast of cold air comes by me and the bathroom door at the top of the stairs slams closed.\n\n** While staying over night in a haunted B&B with several fellow investigators, my roomie and I very clearly heard the sound of snoring in the room.  We walked around to every room in the building, but could not find the source of the snoring.  Once back in the room the snoring ghost continued to keep us company for several minutes.\n\n** During the course of a paranormal investigation of a private residence I said to the homeowners, "We haven't been able to find anything yet tonight."  Immediately after that we heard several loud bangs on the ceiling over our heads.  We were on the second floor and everyone in the house was within my line of sight.
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pray.....exorcist........move.......call ghosts busters!!!!
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Ghost stories are Bull**it!!! I did watch someone die once. It was an extremely moving experience. The woman was dying of kidney failure (very painful)and was struggling quite a bit to stay alive.She was thrashing around and was in and out of consciousness for several hours. As the last moments approached I stared deeply into her eyes to see what was going on inside her mind (so to speak). What I saw really shook me quite a bit. In her eyes I saw a change taking place. As I looked I began to see other faces in her face. Not anything like a ghost, but more like a percieved image of all the people I have ever known. My parents, freinds and even my own face. I guess it was empathy or something, but I saw death and stared it in the face. I saw us all there. we are all of one "soul" I would say. All of lifes experiences will happen to us all ultimately. Enjoy it while you can. And keep in mind we are all the same. There are no seperations when it comes to "soul".
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I refer to the "ghosts" as Spirits, first of all.\nAbout 14 years ago, my family moved into a newly renovated duplex.  It was just perfect for us, and we were planning on staying for a long time.  One evening I was napping upstairs when for no apparent reason the bedroom door closed.  Slowly and quietly.  In hind-sight, I think the Spirit was trying not to disturb me, but to shut out the noise from down stairs.  On several occasions my Wife and I have seen a little boy, (Spirit), playing hide-and-go-seek. He would invite us to play by darting in and out from behind furniture and smiling at us, as to say "come on and play, it's fun!"  He was about 7 years old with blond hair, dressed in a tee-shirt and blue jeans.  We had to move suddenly due to a death in the family to care for a house that was left to us.\nI will never forget the little boy.  He will be in my heart forever.  I just hope he finds someone else to play with...\nThere was an evil Spirit in the house also.  This was a man that demanded respect with his presents.  We didn't speak of him at home, we waited to discuss the sightings of him while we were away because we didn't want to get him mad at us.  We are a peaceful family and didn't want to get on the wrong side of him.\nI'm glad you ask this question.  Thank you!
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Yea one day I was lying in bed. I was about 11 years old. I woke up in the middle of the night to find a ghost standing beside my tv. I was so scared. But since i knew that someone had died in the house I just covered my head for about ten seconds and lokked again and it was gone.
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Yeppers. We have a little boy ghost. He's cooled down alot though. He used to run up and down our stairs and the hallway.\n\nAnd my mom had a dream and there was this little boy outside her window and she opened the window and took out the screen and was grabin his arm to help him in and his arm got all streatchy and when he got in her room his face got blurred and then my bro Eli called bc he said he just had this feeling that he had to call her. (He always does that when shes havin a bad dream) And then after that we heard running up and down the hallway and stairs. \n\nI'm afrade of the dark now because my brother closed my door and then i started hearing footsteps coming toward my bed and he was in his room. And i screamed and he came running into my room and i told him what happened. And now i sleep with my door open and the hallway light on.\n\nAnd we think we have a few other ghosts in our house.
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I have never actually SEEN a ghost, but when I worked as a security guard at an "abandoned" hospital, there was sure some funky stuff going on. Like cold spots, odd noises, funny feelings, and that thing where the hair on the back of your neck stands up for NO REASON. And YA, it was a little scary sometimes. Of course this was just about the COOLEST job I've ever had! Prowling around all night in an old hospital that was built in the late 1800's. Kinda fun!!
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Yes, ghosts are real.  I have felt them, and I have dealt with several of these poor souls.  \nHere's one story, but it isn't much, it's something that happened to me:\nMy good friend Tyler was killed in a car accident in fall of '99.  The last time we spoke, I told him that he HAD to come visit me in my new apartment.  He promised he would.  A few days after his funeral, in the middle of the night, I was awakened by the sound of someone coming into my apartment.  It sounded like the door opened, but it was still closed.  Whoever it was walked throughout the apartment, taking their sweet time, then they came and stood by me, where I was sleeping on the couch (one hand wrapped around my baseball bat).  \nI couldn't see them, but I could feel them.  It was Tyler, I know without a doubt.  After he was gone, I sat up and smoked a cigarette, wondering at what had just happened.  Then I went back to sleep, feeling very peaceful, and happy that Tyler had kept his promise, even in death.\nIn the morning, I started to think it was a dream...but there were three cigarette butts in my ashtray (I always emptied all of my ashtrays before going to bed).  Two were Marb Reds, which are what I smoke.  One was a Marb Light, which was what Tyler smoked.  \nCoincidence?  I think not.\nI have had other encounters with spirits (including more with Tyler), but that one is my favorite, because it was so personal.  No one else can back me up on it, but people can back me up on the others; they were there.
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Ghost? whos got to belive it
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I do... I'll tell you about two experiences. One happened to my sister and one to me.\n\nThe first was my sister... She was going through a difficult time in her marraige, and was spending quite a bit of time at a local bar. One night she was just sitting by herself, and a young couple came up and started talking to her. The woman didn't give her name, but the man's name was John. They were very nice and they talked with her for a long time. A couple months later, my sister went to my parents' house. My parents collect old pictures of relatives and display these in their home. They had just received a new picture of my great-grandfather when he was a young man. When my sister saw the picture she was shocked. It was the young man from the bar! She had never met our great-grandfather and the only pictures she ever saw were from when he was very old, so she could not possibly have made this up. She believes that he and the woman (who my sister thinks is our great-grandmother) were sent to help her.  And yes, his name is John. \n\nThe second story is mine. I was staying at my sister's new house, which I had never been to. We were up late at night and she asked me if I wanted to see the basement. I immediately said NO! She asked why and I responded, "There are dead people there." She finally encouraged me to go downstairs and show her where I thought the dead people were. I walked to a wall and pointed... Without thinking, I said, "They are in there." At the time, I thought I was wrong because this was a solid brick wall, and I didn't understand how anybody could be "in" it. But I kept getting the sense that there were people in there. My sister told me that that wall had been put up after the house was built, and it sealed a small room. She said that the legend says that there WERE people buried in there. I didn't know any of this before, and I had never been to the house. So, something led me to that secret room!\n\nThose are my stories. I'm interested to read the other ones you get.
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As a matter of fact me and my family were sitting around telling "ghost" stories just the other night.\n\nI have had several encounters w/ what could of only been ghosts.  My brother actually swears he seen our mother "floating" over us when all five of us kids were saying good bye to her in the hospital (she had just died) - he swears she was crying and looking down at all of us.  This is just one of several things that has happened over the years.\n\nI think your father wanted to talk to you.  Maybe he wanted you to know he was watching over you even thought he wasn't here on earth any longer.  \n\nI think that as long as their not "bad" or mean ghosts it's ok - even kinda cool - I have heard some stories from people who have encountered sightings w/ mean ghosts.  I think your dad was telling you and your mom that he will always love you.