Ghosts

[Darth Kenobi]

I belive in Ghost since I believe I have seen one.  Here's the story:

In 1985 my grandmother was murdered by the "Night Stalker".  This happened when I was six years old and I started having nightmares and bizzare dreams about her and her unkown (at the time) killer.  One night in the middle of the night I woke up (and yes I know I was a wake) and turned my head to my brother's dresser where I saw this lighted shape which turned into my grandmother's form (her head was not as detailed as the rest).  I immedately turned my head away not knowing what it was and closed my eyes.  I decided to open look to make sure I had saw what I seen so I turned back around only to see that it was gone.  I then turned my head to go back to sleep when I saw her/it in my bed next to me.  
About 10 years later my brother in law and I were talking about something and this came up.  He told me that my sister had had a simliar experince but she was getting ready to go to work in the day.  My brother had heard us and said he had another experince like ours as will.  Take it us you would like memory, figment of my mind or the ghost of my grandmother.

I belive the last one and that helps me belive that ghost are real in some cases and that sometimes people may come back just to say goodbye and stuff.

[JoshEEE]

I belive the last one and that helps me belive that ghost are real in some cases and that sometimes people may come back just to say goodbye and stuff.

SO maybe we have someone right here that saw a ghost. Or MAYBE there's another explanation for it.

Right off the bat, you're saying this happened when you were 6. Your vivid recollection of it is more than likely a memory of something that really happened....but that's been amplified by retelling the story since you were a little kid.

It could have been a waking dream, or simply a story one of your siblings told you that you've adopted as a memory of your own.

 I know my sisters and I can tell stories of things that happened to me (like a really funny one about my first word) when they weren't even born yet.....and I was too young to remember. All from just hearing them told to us enough. Still, I can remember them like they actually happened to me.

And memories...well, they can change.

Think about how big the Millennium Falcon seemed to be back when we were little kids, like say...6 years old. Or how HUGE a certain ride at an amusement park was that you were scared of. Ever go back and look at them as an adult and wonder what happened to your memory?

Of course....that's just me being skeptical. Maybe ghosts really exist. I know there are TONS of people that believe in them. I just don't see the logic in it, and I've never seen or heard any proof that made me even a little bit curious as to whether or not it could be true.

I do like the stories though. They are interesting to say the least.

[SilverZ]

Ancient thread, I resurrect you...

I've been officially weirded out tonight. A little backstory about my current apartment is in order:

My apartment here in LA was built in 1927 as a hotel, and served as that until the 60's. It then sat dormant for some time before being bought and renovated into a 30-odd unit apartment building. It still has much of the original furniture, the old elevator, creaky wooden doorways, and cavernous reception lobby. Its minor claim to fame was being in the Beastie Boys' Sabotage video. The place has an "old" feel about it. It even smells old.

A month or so after moving in, I had a strange sighting as I came up the stairway to the third floor late at night. When I came to the top of the stairs, my apartment door directly in front of me, I glance to my left, down the hall. I glimpse what looks like a man walking towards the door of another apartment and into the unit. I turn my gaze back to my door, when it hits me in that instant - not only did I not get a good look at the person and on second thought it something was wrong with its appearance, but I didn't hear a door shut (our doors are heavy and have spring loaded tension rods that pull shut after opened) after he entered the room. What did I see?

That was several months back.

So tonight, I'm sitting watching Clerks on DVD, at about 10pm. I run the volume down quite a bit so I don't disturb the neighbor above me at this hour. It's run at a constant level, about -24db on my preamp, when I decide to turn it down more, using the remote, which I then place next to me on the couch. A moment later, I notice the volume increase, back to where it was before I turned it down. I point the remote behind my head to turn it down again. A moment later, it goes up again, now a little louder than the last time. Dammit, I say, as I crank it down again. Immediately, the volume goes up, louder. I turn it down. LOUDER, it goes up again. Dammit, I yell, and stand up from the couch, turn around, remote in hand, to see the volume display then speed up as if someone was cranking the volume wheel, reaching +5db on the readout, blasting the sound like I've never heard it before. As I stomp over in a rush to turn it down by hand for the sake of my hearing and my speakers, I yell again, holy f'ing dammit, stop! I turn the dial down by hand just in time to hear footsteps trapse down the hall.

So I'm back here in the bedroom now with the door shut and all the lights on. This place has me freaked out like I've never been before. 

[Scott]

Holy ******* **** Jared, that would absolutely freak me out.  I remember watching a show when I was a kid about ghosts and a house that was supposedly possessed.  They showed a clock with the flip over numbers (if you know what I mean) and it just so happened we had that same clock at our house.  The clock started glowing a weird color and the numbers began flipping continuously on like every second...freaked me out and I made my parents get rid of our similar clock.  For some reason that show has stuck with me ever since

[Mikey D]

Find a haunted place near you

A website I came across while browsing one day.  Pretty interesting.

[Rob]

I'm sure people have heard of instances where people have recorded ultra-low-frequency audio recordings of voices and other odd phenomena...

I've got a friend who SWEARS that while recording on a four-track with a friend of his at his house caught a voice one time that wasn't either of theirs...

They said that when they were playing back the stuff they'd recorded there some weird noise, so they backed it up and turned up the volume and heard a voice calling for help and saying it was trapped.

He says they were so freaked out that they destroyed the tape - they also sold the four-track a few days later.

Take it for what it's worth, but he's definitely got no reason to make it up and I've been friends with him for almost 10 years.

[Mister Skeezler]

A few years ago, Nick, a friend of ours (and my girlfriend's roommate at the time) died while he was on vacation. A few weeks later, my girlfriend was working on a school project, with her back to the living room. All of a sudden, the stereo (which belonged to him) made a really loud feedback noise which lasted about a second. Then silence. Then it happened again, a little longer. Then silence. There was no music playing at the time, but I'm sure it must have been on standby or something. This has never happened before then, and never happened afterward. The creepiest part, is that my dog refused to come back in the room the rest of the night. The belief is that animals are more aware of ghosts.

[Angry Ewok]

Three months ago, a few friends and I went out to the old Bryce Hospital for the Insane. It was shut down in the early 60's once a replacement building was made, which is now called Bryce Hospital, and the old building and its lot now belongs to the state. For whatever reason the state hasn't  destroyed it. It really should be torn down, though, the parts of it that aren't concrete are rotting away, and unfortunately, here's the main thing, it’s become a tourist attraction and a ‘thing to do’ for a lot of stupid kids (myself included). Someone is going to get hurt in there some day, and that should be enough to tear the place down. It'd certainly make a few police cruisers happy, I'm sure they get sick of having to patrol the grounds all the time (I've never heard of them actually searching the building).

Well anyway, my friends and I snuck out there, avoiding the local Baptist church (whose members are the self-appointed protectors of Bryce), and parked somewhere behind the building. We had to track through alot of weeds and passed a couple of old buildings that belonged to the hospital (including a crematory, which, I believe, is the only building that nobody dares walk in - you can see the ovens from a broken window).

Once we got around to the front of the building, we stood outside of the front door and just looked in awe, really - from the road you can barely see the place, for all the trees and overgrown weeds and ****, but this place is really huge, it looks like an old antibellum home on steroids. It's 3 or 4 stories high, it has an attic and a basement, it has 2 wings attached to the main area (which I’m assuming had no patients on the 1st floor, it looked like it was used for administration use), and of course the few buildings seperate from the main building.

I don’t know about them but the main building was way too creepy for me to walk inside. We took a look, then left.

Later that month we braved out there again, we were determined to get in there, so we took a few more people with us, thinking that'd make it less scary – and as we all stood outside looking up at this dark, scary place again – all a sudden a redneck pokes his head out of the attic’s top window and shouts down, “Hey Yall! Come on up here!”

Okay, that totally ruined it for me. How could I be scared if there was a lone redneck in the attic? We went up there and the guy showed us around just about every part of the main building (we only looked inside the attic, the rotting wood wasn't to be trusted by us)... The hospital was really not that scary with this guy leading the way around - in fact I think eventually we became more scared of the redneck than we ever had the building itself.

I couldn't help but wonder what kind of mental state he'd be in to actually sit around in a abandoned hospital's attic all night alone, and get this, he had no flashlight. 

I'm a bad storyteller. 

[Famine]

Jared, don't worry. The spirit inside of your house is probobly a jokster.

Come on, I was cracking up when I read that. Every time you turned it down, he turned it up. I wouldn't be too worried, and yes, I belive in ghosts.

Let me give you a couple of storys.


First, I live in a town thats really old, and has alot of old houses. One is notorious for being visited by a spirit, or one being seen outside near this tree. My grandmother and I were on our way home from a friends house, and she and I were talking, and we both happen to glance up, and as we drove by this house, we drove right through an apiration that was in the middle of the road. It became incredibly cold in the car for a second, and she stopped to see if we hit anyone, but I think it was because she was so scared.

I think it was the spirit from that house, because the tree was opposite the road we were driving on.



My great grandmother passed away a year ago, the day of my Chorus solo. Plans were for her to hear me sing the solo the next day after the concert. Unfortunatley Gram Hladik passed away that day, and I was extremely upset, and I didn't even want to go to the concert, but everyone was telling me that Gram would want me to go, so I went, and just as I strated to sing my solo, I swear to god I saw her standing in the back, just smiling, and listening, so I just sang my heart out, and I felt a little better knowing she had heard my solo, and I knew she was in an ok place.


Kevin