Do you believe in ghosts?

[Guest Caveman]

lets clarify a few things here

A ghost is the soul of a dead person, it appears usually as a vague, shadowy or evanescent form, as wandering among or haunting living persons. It is the trace left by a living person after they die.

A Demon is an evil spirit who was never alive.

[Guest SUNTZU]

I just make sure not to cross the beams.

[Guest Caveman]

I just make sure not to cross the beams.

The STREAMS, not beams man, gaaaaa......

[Guest SUNTZU]

I still ain't afraid of no ghost.

[JAB]

I have had a few experiences which have led me to believe, as well.

My mom and I have both been a bit more 'sensitive' to such things that some folks. When I was a little kid - as in about three or four - mom, dad and I would sometimes stay the night with my maternal grandfather and step-grandmother on Lookout Mountain. We all three slept in the same room, in the same bed, with me between my parents. I would always wake up just before sunrise and feel someone watching us as well as sense someone moving around the room. For some reason, I never said anything to my parents. Maybe I figured I would just be told that I was imagining things. Years later (in my late twenties) I mentioned it to my mom. She just kind of looked at me funny and said that she had always felt the same. Then she told me that was the room that my great-great grandmother had died in (my great grandparents had lived there and my grandparents moved in after my great grandmother died - my great grandfather had died a few years before.) She thought there was something there besides the possible presence of my great-great grandmother, though - a male presence. In fact, one night before she and my dad were married, when both of my great-grandparents were still alive and living there, she was sleeping in that bed and was awakened by someone leaning over her, looking right into her face. She couldn't see them clearly but had the feeling it was a man. Thinking it was her grandad, she asked, "What do you want?" The figure stood up and walked out of the room. She never heard a door to the outside open or shut and she and her grandparents were the only ones in the house. Next morning she asked if one of her grandparents had been in the room, leaning over the bed. They both verified that neither of them had gotten out of the bed (one getting up would have awakened the other.)

My grandparents eventually moved out of that house and now live basically next door to it. There was a family living there that was no relationship to us but, oddly enough, a cousin of mine (on my dad's side of the family) married the son and they were living there. Weird things started happening, centered around my cousin, and she started talking about seeing a strange man in the house.

[Guest Caveman]

I still ain't afraid of no ghost.

How about demons, are you afraid of them?

[Bulldog44]

Yes,most certainly,yes.

I have no doubt that spirits or "ghosts" exists and their is some sort of afterlife.I have seen to much over the years and I completely believe in the spirit world.

I have been interested in the paranormal for sometime and I have conducted several investigations to gather evidence so to make a very long story short,yes I believe.

[daddyo]

Boo!

[Guest SUNTZU]

How about demons, are you afraid of them?

Nah, I have a boomstick.

[JAB]

This one is a little more personal, to me. Honestly, I don't get teary over much of anything but the following makes my eyes tear up.

My paternal grandfather died while I was in college. My paternal grandparents (as well as my maternal grandfather - who is still alive - and my maternal step-grandmother) lived on Lookout Mountain. Since we lived in Loudon and they never really came to our house, we didn't see my paternal grandparents very much and never got to be very close to them. Still, my paternal grandad was fun to be around and would kid with us and be nice to us when we were there (being that dad had eleven brothers and sisters and most of them lived near him, he had lots of grandkids around most of the time.) Apparently, he had been pretty mean when dad was growing up but mellowed later and became nicer. He even became a lay minister who would often preach at a little church on the mountain.

One night shortly after he died, while driving home late (like after midnight - and no, I hadn't been drinking), a few miles from the house the drive shaft fell out of my old '78 LeBaron. I managed to get it out of the road and then had to set out walking. It was a clear, cold night and I (being that I am usually too hot when people keep the heat going in the winter) was wearing only thin pants and a short-sleeved shirt. The only 'coat' I had with me was an unlined trench coat that I had been using as a raincoat. If I were going to get home, I was going to have to walk. Well, as the house where we lived (where my mom still lives) is on a ridge that is on a bluff - and as I had to park the car at the bottom of the bluff - I had a good bit of uphill walking to do. I finally made it to the bottom of the road that the house is on but was still about a mile from the house - and facing the steepest part of the walk. Normally, the walk wouldn't have bothered me (I had walked all over the place out there when I was in high school) but being that it was so late and I was already tired and now very cold, plus the adrenaline from having my car stop had worn off and I was drained. I just wanted to rest. I decided I would sit down at the side of the road and catch my breath. Just as I was about to do so, I heard my late grandfather's voice. He said, "Don't you dare sit down, boy. If you do, you'll go to sleep and you won't get up. It's getting colder and you'll die out here, tonight." Of course, this startled me but I actually replied, out loud, "Papaw, I'm just so tired. I have to rest before I start up that hill. I can't go any further until I rest." Then I heard him say, "Yeah you can. I'll help you." Right then, I felt completely refreshed - as if I'd had a good night's sleep and a hot meal. Then I heard, "Come on, now. Let's go. I'll be right here beside you until you get home." I walked the rest of the way with no problem and when I got within sight of the house, I heard, "Okay, you've made it, now. I have to go. You be good."

I honestly thought my mind had been playing tricks on me and didn't say anything to my family about hearing his voice until:

A short time later my sister took a curve on a country road going too fast and ended up running out of the road. She wasn't wearing her seatbelt. Just as her car was about to leave the road, she said that she could see my paternal grandfather, clear as everything, sitting in her passenger seat. He said, "Hold on, gal!" and threw his arm across her to help hold her in the seat. Miraculously, she wasn't seriously hurt. In fact, all she ended up with was a couple of bumps and scratches where her head hit the steering wheel - and a mysterious bruise, straight across her upper chest, about shoulder level, as if someone had thrown an arm across her to help hold her in the seat.

Edited April 7, 2010 by JAB

[Guest Caveman]

Boo!

[Guest Broomhead]

JAB...Great story. I like stories like that. Very uplifting.

[Mike.357]

My mom and I have both been a bit more 'sensitive' to such things that some folks.

thats it, one has to open minded to these things, while it is not a gift as such there are some people who would never have an experience.

[Mike.357]

best story yet JAB. Made me get goose bumps.

[jtluttrell]

smoking pot would not cause what I saw. Dumbass.

Fixed it. (That's what Red Foreman would've said.)

[Guest jackdm3]

But that indicates that Red Foreman might smoke grass. Now THAT would be an interesting episode.

[jtluttrell]

This actually did happen one episode.

YouTube - Red gets high-That 70s show

[Oh Shoot]

As a Christian and a believer that the Bible is true, I do not believe in spirits walking the earth.

I'll take ghosts over talking snakes and donkeys.

- OS

[Guest jackdm3]

How did he get stony?

I believe he would come off it being even Redder than ever.

Edited April 7, 2010 by jackdm3

[Mike.357]

This actually did happen one episode.

YouTube - Red gets high-That 70s show

beat me to it

[Mike.357]

How did he get stony?

well his get stony is an assumption really as no one is ever shown puffing left wing Lucky's

[Mike.357]

I have also taken lots of pics at civil war battlefield cemeteries. Several of them have orbs floating around in the pics. Dust maybe, but maybe not.

[JAB]

thats it, one has to open minded to these things, while it is not a gift as such there are some people who would never have an experience.

When I was in middle school, in the summers, mom would drop my sister and I off at a lady's house to stay during the day. I was possibly old enough to stay at home by myself but not old enough to watch my sister all day, too - and where we lived was so far out in the country that mom worried about us being there all day by ourselves.

That lady kept a bunch of younger kids and they had to have naptime every day. My sister and I were too old for naptime but the younger kids wouldn't do it if we didn't, so she would ask us to go upstairs to one of the bedrooms to hang out, read, take a nap or whatever so the younger kids would sleep. Well, one day she told us to hang out in her and her husband's bedroom. When I came back down, I took her aside and asked her who had died in that room, over next to the window. She looked at me, surprised, and asked, "How did you know about that?" I was confused and said, "About what?" Her reply was, "The old lady who used to own this house died sitting in her rocking chair while looking out that window." She hadn't even told her two sons about that because she didn't want them to be freaked out - but I didn't know that at the time. I didn't see anything or even sense a presence - just felt like someone had died there.

Her youngest son had frequent nosebleeds and a few months later she and her husband took him to the emergency room with a particularly bad one. This left the older son and one of his friends alone in the house. They were playing Donkey Kong on an old Atari (this was back in the early 80s) and decided to bring in some firewood (the house was heated partly with wood heat.) They left the Atari on with the Donkey Kong cartridge in it, on the 'game over' screen. The front door was locked and the firewood was stacked at the back door. There was no other way into the house. As they were bringing wood in, they both heard the music that plays when Donkey Kong resets. They both thought it was weird but didn't really thing that much of it. When they came back to the living room, however, the Atari was turned off and the cartridge was removed and laying beside it. No one else in the house, front door locked and they were at the only other way in - the back door.

He told me about it the next morning and I (not knowing he didn't know about the old lady who died upstairs) said, "I bet it was the old lady just tidying up after you." His eyes got big, "What old lady?" At that point, his mom told him about the old lady who had died upstairs and told him she hadn't said anything before because she didn't want him and his brother to be freaked out about living there. Well, his eyes got even bigger, his mouth dropped open and he went as pale as a sheet. This guy was not making the story up and was not faking his reaction. When he could again speak, he said, "That has to be it. She's still here." I could tell that he was about to totally freak, so I said, "Don't worry. I've known about her for a month or two, now. I sensed something upstairs is why your mom told me in the first place. She isn't going to hurt you. Heck, she was probably just looking after you." For whatever reason that seemed to calm him down.

In high school, I was visiting a friend who lived in an old house that his family rented. This place was so old that it had servant's quarters (or maybe slave quarters) that was a separate building behind the house. It was still in pretty good shape but obviously not the fine home it had once been.

We were walking around the yard one day and I noticed a sunken area behind the house (between the house and the smaller quarters.) I walked over to it and asked my buddy, "Who died here?" He got kind of a weird look on his face and told me that there had supposedly been a cystern where that sunken area was and that the cystern had been filled in. The story went that a guy living there during the Great Depression had lost a fortune and was unable to pay his bills. Supposedly, he had brought all his bills and a shotgun out, threw the bills in the cystern then, standing beside the cystern, blew his brains out with the shotgun.

[Guest manofsteel]

+1

Voted no. I also have no explanation for your experience either, Mike.

also +1 nope

[robin48]

So here is one story, happened about 30 years ago. I remember it like it was yesterday. It still can make the hair on my neck stand up.

I good friend of mine back home lived in a three story house, it had been the "family" house, his grandparents lived in it to begin with. His bedroom was on the third floor. So happens it had also been the bedroom his grandfather used and also had died in. As a matter of fact Bob's bed was the bed his grandfather passed away in.

Bob was a drummer, played in rock and roll cover bands. He had all kind of music stuff in the room, amps, P.A. speakers, instruments and what-not. His grandfather had also been a musician.

We were up in his room one afternoon, had been there many times. He was looking for a piece of sheet music he had been working with the day before. It was no where to be found. I do not recall the name of the song ( Atlantis maybe??). Anyway Bob was telling us that it was a song he and his grandfather had played together before grandpa died. He was near frantic looking for it as he had just had it the day before. We tore the room apart helping him look. Dunno why but someone noticed an edge of a piece of paper sticking out from under a big speaker. We tilted it back and sure enough it was the piece of sheet music.

As I recall the room started giving off a weird vibe. You could really feel something in there. Bob grabbed the sheet and said something to the effect of WTF! Burned into the sheet with what appeared to have been the end of a cigarette were the words "I Live". His grandpa died from smoking related cancer. BTW Bob did not smoke, would not allow smoking in his room.

Right about that time I saw in his mirror a small fog, as if someone had breathed on it. Well no one was next to the mirror much less breathing on it.

He had beads hanging in the doorway, no door, but just like these old hippy beads hanging down. All of the sudden the beads spread in the center as if someone had walked through them. Then the overhead light in the room flashed on and off. The only switch was in the room, no one was touching it, no one had walked through the beads.

By this time we were all rather freaked out ( not Bob he was still sitting in a chair near where the speaker was)) and decided to get the heck out of there.

I went down the stairs first, there was a doorway and a door at the entrance to the second floor. The door would not budge. Well the door had no latch on it, never did. It never had even fit flush into the door jamb before. (the house was very old)

Finally a big shove opened the door. There was no reason at all why the door would not open. We all went out, and down the next flight to the first floor and out the door onto a sidewalk.

Bob came out and said it was no big deal, that his grandpa must be up to his tricks again. It was not the first time things like this had happened apparently.

It took a while before I would ever go back up to Bob's room after that. I never had any other experiences there after that either.

Still freaks me out a little.

As a Pentecostal Christian I don't believe in ghosts, but I do believe in demons and other evil spirits. We know from reading the Bible that Jesus and his followers cast out spirits, and I believe they exist today as they did then. Sounds more like a demonic thing than a dead loved one. The Bible also teaches "apart from the body is to be present with the Lord." That is my belief.