Ghosts - Does anyone believe they exist?
 

- I do, and I have reason to. :)

I can tell some gripping true stories.

Right folks, chat... ;) I can't wait to hear your stories, before I tell you mine.....

http://www.bibleprobe.com/ghost9.jpg

I get scared of them -
So, there must be something, right?

^ Have you seen one?

No. Have you?
Elaborate on what you first said, tell us a story.

Story, story, story!

i dont believe in ghosts, but i do believe in disenbodies spirits that havent quite moved on to the afterlife yet.

been attacked by one, it trie to kill me by strangling me in my sleep, i t was not human thats all i know, and i had no air im my lungs......

^It was probably your cat.

Anyway, Caspers real isn't he? Oh and I also believe in Flubber.

HAHA.
flubber isn't a ghost, it's goo.
I dunno what i believe, people have told me things about them seeing ghosts and i used to be amazingly frightened that one would get me in my sleep because my house is victorian, therefore old. But i'm scared - so therefore,i must believe SOMETHING is there.

.YESYESYESYES one thousand times YESSS..

I've seen them! And strange things happen here...I'm not going to go into detail, but, they play head games with us haa. They take things& then put them back...
And me and my mom both have insane dreams...

And I sound like a fucking lunitic right now haa..

I believe in them. My mom's like .. a crazy witch. Minus the "crazy". She's into all of that crap.

I believe that the human psychosis is an element, but yer there might be a little 'something' to it.
Hmmm maybe science will discover imprints of human genetics in the air or something ker-azy like that.

Luke tell us your story! I need to know!

Yess.
Storryyy!

isnt that what a ghost is?

no its not just an evil monster that floats around scaring little children and cats, its a disenbodied spirit that is awaiting the afterlife, kinda like purgatory.

Storrrryyyyy!!!!!
 

Hey, I like the new avatar Hobojesus!!
Oooh, now that's scary......
Who's Ellen Rimbauer?

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Right, here goes....

Yes, I had to go - that's why I hadn't replyed earlier. Anyway, thanks for all your interest, and I hope you've not all given up, because I have a couple of true stories/personal experiences to tell you all. Please read all of this...

One of these true stories is:

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One of my friends was called Mervyn, and like me, he was interested in buses. He was a member of the museum where I restore and look after historic british buses, and did he.

The building in which the museum is based used to be the old St.Helens Corporation tram depot/bus depot, built in 1881. It closed in the early 1980's and reopened as the museum in 1986 (my birth year). It was then forced to close in 1994 following extreme deterioration of the roof. We have applied for lottery grants to have the roof repaired, and have been turned down, over and over again.

But now we have finally managed to get money from different organisations, and the building has been fully refurbished. We hope to re-open to the public very soon. It is a very historical building, and Mervyn and myself have had many great memories there. Mervyn has been visiting this building since it was a working depot (back in the 1940's, when he was a child).

I was very close to Mervyn, and when he died in early 2004, it was a very big shock. He died at the age of 66, of a heart attack. Ever since his death, weird things have been happening in the museum building.

One was when me and my other friend were in the building on our own. My friend was in another part of the building (the building is enormous), working on his own bus, and I was in another part of the building, on the top deck of another bus. All of a sudden, the bus rocked from side to side, as if someone had stepped on the platform downstairs. There was a piece of wood leaning against the bus when I got on, and now that was making a racket with the movement.

Startled, I ran downstairs to see who was playing tricks, but I could hear my friend still hammering a very long way away. As I looked to my right, at the office door, it was swinging on its own (it was on a spring), as if someone had just walked though it (someone hadn't, there was no-one else in the building apart from me and my friend).

So that was an unexplained incident that left me quite shook up, and very confused. I just couldn't comprehend what had just happened. I told my friend later what had happened and he (jokingly) said - "It must be Mervyn haunting the place", And I really think it might have been.

Another day in the building and I was having a root in one of the old rooms, seeing what secret stuff I could find. I was in the museum model railway room, where Mervyn spent hours on end playing with the trains.

There was a wooden wall/screen from one side of the room to the other, spitting the room into two halves. Behind the screen was the desk (where the station was), and the stool where Mervyn used to sit. Nothing had been touched since the railway room was last used properly (in about 1997) - it was 2004 now.

When you hear people talking about rooms which have cold corners, that room really did have one. The room was warm (with radiators), but one dark unlit corner really was as cold as a fridge. Very mysterious.

It isn't like that anymore since the refurbishment (I'm quite pissed off actually), but at least the building was saved from demolition, and is still very original.

The End. :)
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Has anyone else got more stories?

- I have more.....

(Meanwhile, you can visit the museum's website.)
http://www.hallstreetdepot.info/

Cheers,
Luke.

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whew at least it wasn't about how you saw them and they talked to you

that is pretty scary since you knew the guy, though

i remember another thread about this and i think stu had some stories

I have had an incident with what I believe to be a ghost. I was in my Dad's old house (which I have only recently been told that he saw a ghost in, he probably didn't want to scare me.) and I was in the shower. Next to the shower cubicle was a toilet, and they kept the bottles of shampoo on the top of the toilet so they were easy to reach if you ran out of shampoo. So I was in the shower, facing the toilet, and all of a sudden the shampoo bottle on the top of the topilet started to spin around. Nothing could have moved it or anything. It continued to spin for a while, then suddenly went straight again. I waited in the shower for a while trying to think of some explanation for what I jus saw, but in the end I just ran out of the bathroom and into my room. Apparently my Dad saw a spirit form between two of the dining room chairs, but never told this to either me or my Step Mom in fear so as to not scare us. My Nan and Grandad told me he had said this recently, and it proves to me even more that what I saw was something not of this world.

yay that doesnt make any sense.

using the words 'psychosis' and 'genetics' doesnt make you smart. dummy.

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ahahhahaha

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asthma?

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hahaha

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haha oo ill stop now..

Needlessly creating arguments doesn't make you smart either.

it makes sense to me, and probably to everyone else on the boards too. using those words may not make someone sound smart, but not being able to comprehend a simple sentence like she's used sure makes you sound like an idiot.

ass

This guy stands for everything that people hate in MusicBanter and why so many people question staying with these forums. It would be better off without him.

'sigh'. im not gonna bother.

Good. Now we can get back on topic and try not to ruin another good thread.

anyways, back to the topic, i agree with ladyluckrules, i dont believe in ghosts as scary ghouls haunting old houses and such, but i do believe that people who have died can still exist as energy or something of the sort after they've passed on.

when i was 12, one of my best friend's dad was killed in a skiing accident. I was really close to her family, i'd grown up with her, so her parents were almost like second parents to me. just to tell you a little bit about this guy, he was someone who was the epitome of the outdoorsy type, he was really like the cliched wilderness man. another thing that i always remember about him was his ability to turn even the most devastating situation into something managable, no matter what was going on, he'd be able to be optimistic and hopeful about it, and what's more, make everyone else believe things were going to be ok as well. anyways, that summer, my family and their family went on a camping trip together. one day, it was pissing rain, just absolutely pouring, and my friend and i were sitting inside our tent. for the first time since he had died, she started really talking about it. for weeks she'd never cried once, and at that moment she just broke down completely, i can't even imagine the amount of pain she must have been feeling at that moment. anyways, at that moment, when she was sobbing so hard she litterally couldnt breathe, it stopped raining, and the thing i remember most was just this intense quiet, and when we got outside the tent, the sun was just rediculously bright, and there was this incredible rainbow starting to come out. I know it sounds completely cliche and everything, and alot of people are going to be scoffing at this, but both of us believe that it was her dad's way of telling her that everything would be alright, and that her and her family would be ok. so yeah, thats my story about "ghosts" or whatever you want to call it.

This isn't really ghosts. But it's weird all the same.
my grandma had a miscarrige once, and when she was in hospital and asleep, she had a dream where she was floating up to the ceeling and into the clouds, or something to that extent. In this dream, she managed to push herself back down to the ground, and later when she woke up, the said she had almost died, or something. and she thinks that if she hadn't have pushed herself back down, she wouldn't be with us today.


So that reeaally wasn't ghosts.

another story, not sure how relavant it is to the topic, but it's interesting. my mom's dad died when she was 24, years before her and my dad even got married, so I never had a chance to meet him. from what i've heard, he was an amazing man, and ALOT like my mom, and also a lot like me. anyways, throughout the years, my mom has noticed just rediculously coincidental similarities between me and her dad. for instance, if I'm having dinner, i can't eat in a dimly lit room, so if someone is passing by a lightswitch, i'll say "oh, could you turn the lights on so i can see what i'm eating?" I said that to my mom one day, and she just looked at me with this really shocked expression on her face. apparently her dad used to say that exact thing, word for word, whenever he sat down and ate.

I read a book once about this girl coming back as her grandmother who she'd never met. kinda like that...maybe not. but yeh.

I had this friend who was a spiritualist who claimed she had the spirit of dead people watching over her.

Anyway basically I thought she was talking out of her arse.

One night me & her *cough*spent the night together and i`m lying in bed with her , she`s asleep & I had this strong feeling of someone being in the room with us & could hear things moving around & suddenly felt really cold.

Never been so freaked out in my life.
I told her that I felt really odd the next day & she just laughed at me & pointed out that it wasn`t all bullsh*t after all

How was she? :tramp:

42 EE

Thats all i`m saying ;)

:yikes:

All that meat and no gravy:tramp:

Would you say it was a SPIRITUAL experience?? :drummer:

Well I thanked God a few times

Thanks everyone for your input/s on my thread!!

Some of your stories are even more unsettling than mine, especially hobojesus', with his 'spinning shampoo bottle'. That really takes the piss out of 'mysterious'!!! :D

Anyway, here's another short story, not ghostly as such, but still fairly weird.


One day, (oh god this sounds like a fairy story!! :o: )

Well, one day, in 2004, I was awaken by a huge clatter and bang in my bedroom. It was about 6:30AM, and it was light outside, and the birds were singing and twittering outside. I knew what the clattering sound was straight away, but I couldn't work out how it had happened. The sound was like brush handles falling onto a wooden board, only three times as loud. So I looked around the room, and the wardrobe was standing in the corner. The noise had definately come from that, as if some broom handles (or something like that), had fallen over and hit the side of the wardrobe. I knew that the wardrobe was just full of coats on hangers. Anyway, I opened the doors and 'obviously', the coats were still there, and nothing else. I got back into bed, after weing woken up so rudely, and stared at the wardrobe for about 5 minutes, hoping for the loud crash to happen again. And guess what - it did, louder than before. The crash woke my parents, and I heard them open their bedroom door. They thought I'd fallen down the stairs!! So, yet another un-explainable story!! :D

i most definetly do believe in ghosts. i dont believe when we die we go to heaven, i believe theres another level of existence.or "plane" if you like. when we die we go to either this higher level of existence or if the death was particulary traumatic or tragic our spirits can be stuck on earth due to this emotional attachment.

im adament my house is haunted. last year, in the space of 2 days my wardrobee inexplicably fell over - like it was pushed, my telebision fell of its shelf and crashed onto the floor - again the only way that could happen was if it was pushed...then on top of that my shelving unit actually collapsed. all in 2 days!

then when my family went away i had a freinds over to stay. about 5.30 in the morning my freind knocked on my bedroom door and i asked if id called her? she said she heard somebody calling her name from the top of my sairs even though everyone was fast asleep.

the next night my freind woke up complaining somebody had been knocking on the door of the room he was sleeping in, there were only two more ppl in the house and we were both fast asleep.

pluss, my mum of all people woke in the middle of the night to see a figure standing by my wardrobe..coincidently, the night before my wardrobe "fell over".

One of my old teachers had a story that he told me, and showed pictures too...so their pretty true. Listen up...

My old teacher used to be a Ghost Hunter, yes you heard me right, ghost hunter. He would go to graveyards and explore stuff that people said was haunted. So one night, him and his friends went to check out a cemetary at night, (great idea huh?), and I can tell you this didn't end up pretty. They went through this broken in fence and...(god I feel like someones looking over my shoulder right now, seriously!!!!!!!)...it was all dark. For some reason, all the gravestones were over turned and faced facedown on the grass. Suddenly they all heard something that they made out as singing, from a young woman. So they went to check it out, and soon, they heard it right behind them. They stopped, and listened, something was singing right in front of them, and switched positions between the men. One of my teachers friends said, "umm, hi.......I'm paul. Umm, if you have anything to say, just say it." She kept on singing. Finally, Paul said, "could you give us a sign?" Right then, they heard a huge crash in the woods, something was running at lightning speed towards them, in the forest next to the cemetary. They all froze and waited and finnally, that running and crashing in the woods ended with a HUMUNGUS crash in the fence next to them, so hard, that the fence almsot fell over. They all ran and ran and noone stopped.....except for Paul. My teacher and his friends ran outside of the fence and about a block away, but Paul was still back there. He finally came back and said, "'eh, it was nothing." So they all went home. About a month later............Paul Died. Noone knows what happend, he wasn't sick, and didn't get shot or anything, he just...died.
When he was still alive, they all joked about how when they died, they would try to communicate with one another, like if one died and the others lived...exactly what happend...... So when my teacher told this story to us, he said, "haha, and so we all joked about how if one of us died, we'd show those of us that were still living that they were still there..." As he said that, his nose started to bleed, everyone got chills and really freaked out...

When they went to that graveyard, they all took pictures of stuff, like gravestones and trees and stuff, and when they were there, there wasn't really any fog or anything, but when the pictures turned out, there were fog images of, you could almost say, people.... I dunno, it was pretty creepy.

So yea, thats my Teachers real story.

Once I thought I saw a British Gas worker actually working, but I think it was just a trick of the light playing havoc with my eyesight.