TELL YOUR OWN GHOST STORY!

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Permalink Reply by Brian G. Johnson on October 14, 2008 at 10:01pm

Cleaning kitchens late at night is my line of work. On this particular night I was in a kitchen of a moderately old hospital standing in front of a sink cleaning equipment. My partner who was working with me kept walking back and forth behind me, obviously not doing much work. Finally fed up, I turned around to tell him to get to work...and there was no one there. In fact my partner claims to have been nowhere near to where I was working for the whole night. I mentioned this to the maintenance worker who was to sign me out and he told me that there are strange noises coming from this part of the hospital almost every night. Afterall, he said, the morgue is right down the hall.

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Permalink Reply by PatriciaLu on October 16, 2008 at 3:56pm

My ghost story is from a house my mother lived in. It was a new house, but I believe it was haunted. When we'd be out and come back and put the key in the front door, it felt as if when you pushed the door open, someone was on the other side pulling it open with you. You'd hear footsteps as if someone were upstairs all the time. I remember when I'd be alone in the house and I'd hear the footsteps and think "oh my brother is home" but he wasn't.

One Christmas was the worst. This was Christmas Eve and my sister had run out to buy butter (last minute) and also a roll of film (pre-digital camera days). She came home, had the butter, but when she went to get the film, it was nowhere to be found. She went back to the car, emptied her purse, no film. She was positive she had bought it and positive she had it in the car. We looked high and low...no film. When we were going to bed that night, the film was found -- under the covers at the foot of the bed, in a bed that had been made. There is no way she could have put it there herself...w hy would she??

Another event from that night was we were going to have this nice dinner and we had this little boom box in the family room and I was going to move it to the dining room to play Christmas carols... moved the boom box, plugged it in, and it didn't work. Pushed all the buttons, took the cassette in and out... then looked down and it was unplugged. Told myself "oh, the plug was loose" or some way you rationalize it... this happened two more times... and believe me, by the third time I was shoving that plug into the wall. Finally I said aloud, Stop it. We just want to enjoy our Christmas Eve dinner with music.

After dinner, my sister and I were loading the dishwasher and this empty bottle of wine that was on the sideboard smashed in 1000 pieces on the floor. I still remember this look we had... I didn't do that. You didn't do that! I didn't see the bottle levitate or anything... it was just one minute it was on the counter, and the next minute, it smashed hard on the floor. This bottle did not "drop" off the counter. It really was like someone picked it up and smashed it.

Anyway the activity would come and go... and then there was this horrible smell... like a dead animal smell... but the smell would just be in pockets sort of... like you'd walk in a room and the whole room didn't stink, you'd kind of sniff around the room and say "here it is" -- so it would be "here" but not "there." My mother was trying to come up with explanations -- a dead animal under the floorboards, some plumbing problem... at one point, she said "who am I going to call?" meaning an exterminator? a plumber? and it turned into the joke "who ya gonna call? Ghostbusters!"

I remember once when my mother was out of town on a trip and she had asked me to come stay in the house on the weekend (I was already out of the house by this time) and I did. I was in bed in the guestroom (never lived in this house growing up) and I heard the front door open, heard someone walking up the steps and I thought Oh. My. God. I'm going to be raped, murdered, etc. Heard the footsteps coming down the hall and I am getting chills remembering this... and I sort of just held my breath with my eyes closed thinking the next thing I feel will be a knife, a hand over my mouth or something... and finally when nothing happened, man, I waited a long time and finally opened my eyes and nothing. But I know i heard those footsteps.

well, finally my mother decided she was going to try to get rid of the ghost, consulted with someone who told her to get a crucifix and incense and go from room to room... She didn't have a crucifix so she went to her neighbor (who she had NOT told about the ghost) and asked, "Do you have a crucifix I can borrow?" which is an odd question, not exactly like asking for a cup of sugar... and the neighbor said, "do you need incense too?" turned out the neighbor was having similar problems, but hers were scarier than ours (blood on the wall kind of things!)

Trust me that this was a "normal" suburban neighborhood. However these houses were new, on land that hadn't been built on, and my mother remembers the builder finding some bones when they were excavating the foundation so that might have been the explanation. After the crucifix exercise, things did get better, but didn't stop entirely.

My mother always had the impression that the ghost was a younger adolescent who enjoyed being "naughty" and playing tricks... and my mother would talk to it in this motherly tone... I don't have an explanation for these events, and that's why the topic of ghosts interests me.

Pat in New York City

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Permalink Reply by Jesse on October 20, 2008 at 6:32pm

I think my house is haunted by a young, playful boy.

When I first saw this boy, he was standing behind me while I brushed my hair in a mirror. He was dressed in white with black shoes. He had blond hair and a playful, round face. He was smiling as he played with a toy airplane. When I had finished brushing my hair, turned of the light and opened the door, he seemed to brush by me to get through. Of course, he never hurt me, but he sure moved stuff. In fact...

Just a few days ago, I was up in my room. I JUST got back from summer camp. I put a red guitar pick on the ground, got up, and walked ACROSS THE ROOM to my desk. I did not touch the pick except to put it on the floor.

When I opened my journal, the guitar pick SOARED across the room and hit my journal, when it landed I heard a playful giggle and the running of small feet. I think this "boy" thinks I'm his sister or his mom or something... OR, maybe he just wants to be my friend. Sometimes I see a faint white blur.

EVERY ghost encounter has happened when I am alone. The ghost seems friendly... And shy. I tried to play a card game with him. He either wasn't there or didn't want to play. He happens to have a strange liking to my radio. Just yesterday he shut it all the way off, turned it back on and tuned it to a fuzzy station.
Why me?

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Permalink Reply by James Michael Kurdyla on March 10, 2010 at 1:45pm

I've personally experienced what most people call Precognition. I find myself thinking about certain people like relatives and then the phone rings and its them or I recieve a mail in the post.

Also I find myself thinking about certain celebrities and then I hear on the Radio or TV that they have passed away.

When my Late Father was in the USAAF back in WW2, he was offered a lift on a Martin Mariner to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida similar to the one the allegedly disappeared in the Bermuda Triangle.

The offer was tempting since he could hit town earlier on a 48 Hr Pass but for some queasy reason he said no and opted to take a bus up to FL. Later he heard the plane exploded due to some careless Marine lighting up a cigarette next to the gas tank.

Many other veterans of WW2 also reported have a sudden urge to get out of a certain foxhole or battle station on a ship before a shell landed there.

My Family comes from Chicago and is home to Resurrection Mary I and met many people who actually picked up Resurrection Mary and dropped her off at her Chicago resting place. Mary reportedly was a young Polish girl who died tragically from a car wreck or hit and run and still walks the area in her prom dress.

Bob Welch of Fleetwood Mac related the following to me....

Jim...I've never experienced the "hidden voice " thing......Personally , I'm about as psychic as a fencepost ;-) I have however seen the "table tipping" thing happen, when a table stands up on one leg and moves around of it's own accord etc. This happened in full daylight , in somebodys kitchen, with no tablecloth or any sort of mumbo-jumbo trickery evident at all.

At least that I could tell. My wife is also very psychic at times, and has told people things that she could have in no way known beforehand. My father appeared to my mother 10 years after his death many years ago and had a verbal communication with her.According to my (late) mother anyway

.. I also had one very odd experience after coming back from the Monroe Institute for the first time.. I heard the mailman drive his truck up, and I looked out the front window, like I often do, and sure enough, there he was, pulling up in front of the mailbox in his little van with the red white and blue USPS markings all over it. I thought "cool, I'll go down and get the mail" I wen down our front steps to the street and...no mail in the box. Looked up the street ; no sign of the mailtruck...Looked down the street; no sign (or sound) of the mailtruck. I thought, "this is impossible, I saw him pull up 5 seconds ago...I should at least be able to see him on the street". I then jumped in the car and searched the neighborhood...not a sign of the mailman. About an hour later , I AGAIN heard the mailman pull up. I went to the same window and looked, went down the steps etc. and this time , it WAS him, there was mail in the box etc. etc. I don't know if I had a full blown hallucination or what, but all this was in full sound color and motion.

The mailman ; very ordinary , but on that day the postman did come twice ;-) We also had some "orbs" appear on film after we had taken pictures after staying all night with a group at the "Bell Witch Cabin" in Adams TN. These "orbs" wrer typical of the ones you often see on tv shows when people exhibit pics taken in places bothered by poltergeists , ghosts etc.

Bob Welch

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