Never doubting the existence of ghosts ever again

[Just Crouton]

Do you eat burritos/chocolate/chocolate burritos close to bedtime?

[ListenToLife]

I feel a bit late to the party, but whatever >.> I still have the right to talk, yeah?

 

Gotta say, I'm in the against corner here bro. While I dont doubt you are telling the truth, I do believe it's the truth from your perspective, not necessarily a physical truth. I'm rather literal when it comes to 'Supernatural'. Supernatural being outside of nature - ie, non-existant. Not to say I dont believe in 'ghosts'; but I dont believein the spirits of the dead, necessarily.

Anyone ever watched Doctor Who? More specifically, the Christopher Eccleston series? There's an episode with a race called 'The Gelth'. They're a race of gas-based life-forms, who can possess people, disappear into anything gas related (such as the gas lamps that they seem to like disappearing into in the tv show) and can take control of dead bodies. Not to say I believe they exist, but they are one such theory I have. An actual seperate race of beings, often mistaken for the spirits of the dead because - as Renegade stated - the mind associates. See an unfamiliar face, your mind will link it to a familiar one.

Another one, mainly for the 'broken-record ghosts' is merely some form of Electromagnetic residue of some sort; an electrical imprint left in a location, occasionally resurfacing. Similar to when you see after images when you blink or look away after looking at a bright light.

After that, and some other theories, there's also generally a load of logical conclusions to be drawn. The associations with the shadows, an unusual quirk of a house, stuff like that. I have a small hole at the edge of my wall, where the floorboards and carpet wouldn't quite reach the wall. I never really noticed because my beds always covered it, but I occasionally got weird, windy noises, because of the draft from it, and my room was always colder than any other. So, rather than assuming it was ghosts, we investigated, pretty much stripping my room down before finding it.

Always look into every detail. You'll probably find something; it's rather rare for there to be an actually logically inconclusive case of this.

[Sleepy]

I have a few stories. These are from family members:

 

 

        My family came to this city 40 years ago, getting a vacant lot in the middle of a still wild section of the region. There were roads with no concrete, occational trees, overgrown weeds, rabbits, snakes, and wild sheeps. My grandpa used to wake up every morning around five in the morning and walk outside towards the one solitary bus stop that would get him downtown. The old dirty road he had to walk is nowadays a very trancitated street one block away from home.

 

        One day, my grandpa noticed a rather strange person. A mysterious figure dressed in dark clothes standing with his back to the road, in the middle of nowhere, doing nothing. My grandpa tried to greet him, only to find no response. He just dismissed it as something odd, after all, no one else is living nearby, and that was way far from the bus stop.

 

        As the days passed, my grandpa kept finding that figure every morning. It made him uneasy and sent a chill down his spine. Every now and then he'd try to say "Buenos dias" (good morning) again, but never did he get a response, and never did he look at the person's face. The day came when he got tired and decided to confront the person, attempting to greet him one last time to find out the same results. In annoyance, my grandpa strongly got a hold of the mysterious man's shoulder and demanded an answer as to what his bussiness was. Just standing in the middle of nowhere alone every morning.

 

         As my grandpa applied force to the man's shoulder to try and turn him around to at least see his face, the man strongly pushed grandpa with a single hand, making him flinch. After that instant my grandpa took to recover, he discovered that the man was nowhere to be seen. No human could hide that quickly. A new chill ran through my grandpa's back, and he just left with a pale face. Afterwards, the mysterious man was never seen again.

 

My grandpa died back in 1999, but he got to share that story with my mom, who told me about it. The spot where my grandpa used to casually bump into the figure, nowadays is known as an old main road to a nearby city, halfway between my house and the city's old main seminar. Last Summer, I used to go out every morning to jog. Always passing by that spot and thinking about the legend, and wondering if I'd meet something like that if this place was not so populated.

 

 

 

        There is an old unhabited house halfway between my house and the elementary school I used to go to. It's funny because I once pictured myself as a little kid inside some room of that place, and until not too long ago, I concidered it a memory. Of course I had odd doubts because the place had come to be a restaurant at some point. In fact, I always remembered as a restaurant before it closed down. Though, when I mentioned it to my mom, she affirmed it was impossible, but at the same time very interesting.

 

        Turns out to my surprise, my mom used to live there, which should solidify my image, but the time is hugely off. She lived in that house back in her late teenage years before obtaining our current house, and long before I was even born.

 

        The legend itself is short. The place had the reputation of being haunted. A ghost was said to make noises every night and walk by around an old well situated somewhere at the yard. My family bought the place without really thinking too much of it, but it was not long before the noises woke them up in the middle of the night, as if someone was hammering wood at times, as if somebody was teasing the dogs other times. My aunt swears she saw a white-dressed figure crying near the well for an instant with the corner of her eye, before it banished. My aunt never agreed to go to the yard at night. 

 

        Another anomaly was that, sometimes a certain window opened itself suddenly, and very sporadically, steps on the stairs could be heard past midnight. Even my grandma, that doesn't believe in ghosts, used to occationally talk about the unnatural noises around the yard and the house, at times of the day she was supposed to be alone.

 

        After moving, that just became a distant memory. I've always been curious about that building. It's currently closed and inactive.

 

 

 

I have my own personal ones, but they mostly involve dreams, and I don't think I can keep writing right now (currently at school).

[Tentacruel]

Never EVER watch Supernatural Merciful Idiot.

 

Ever.

[jabber2033]

I have to say, I do believe in ghosts.

 

I haven't had any personal experiences, but I do watch "Ghost Adventures" whenever I get the chance.  The evidence those guys gather is pretty compelling.  What's nice is that they replay the clip/EVP several times so you can make up your own mind on it.  Some of their stuff is certainly unexplainable.

 

@TC: Try watching Ghost Adventures episodes on YouTube.  You'll see what I'm talking about.

[Merci]

Never EVER watch Supernatural Merciful Idiot.

 

Ever.

 

Already have, four seasons xD but films and television shows rarely affect me if at all, to be honest. I don't think it's related.

 

...okay, I know I said I quit (in a status), but last night I saw it. Twice. The first time I saw a white figure thing (it wasn't so much a figure as it was a tall blur) pass by outside the window while I was getting water, lights on - I dismissed it as my imagination. I went back up, forgetting to turn off the lights, and went back down after going on the laptop a bit, before turning it off. This time, an unmistakenable black shadow passed by me, before I went back up.

 

There are many things in a person's life they can dismiss as the imagination. Trick of the light, perhaps, or maybe a creeking door, malfunctioning electricity and machinery. But in that one moment, it was like an actual person was walking past me, even if it didn't make any sound. It was too dark to see anything, but...honestly, it WAS there.

 

Whatever this is, I highly doubt it's only in my mind, because at the time I was thinking about other things (water, homework, Legend Moon planning). I hadn't been expecting that at all.

 

I suppose I'll have to install cameras after all. Whatever this is, it probably does exist.

 

 

 

Do you eat burritos/chocolate/chocolate burritos close to bedtime?

 

No. In fact, I hate burritos. I'm more of an apple guy.

[.Spock]

I do not believe in ghosts. I don't believe in something where no evidence stands proud to support said theory. 

[The Hounds Of Anubis]

So, you believe it because you think you saw a shadow?

I believe the term "Get real" is appropriate here.

[Pepperyena]

I feel as if paranormal things have happened to me in the past, and while I personally don't believe in ghosts, that's not gonna stop everyone else from believin' in 'em.

One thing's for sure, the show "Ghost Adventures" is complete bull. Everything they do in that show is faked, and editing is used. Their reactions are probably real sometimes, though. Heheh.

 

Now, this isn't exactly a ghost, but it corresponds with Easter. One time, when I was four years old, it was the day before Easter - or should I say, the night. For some reason, I wanted to sleep in my mom's bed that night. For whatever reason, I don't know. In the middle of the night, though, I was awake - it was really late, and my mom was snoring beside me.

...And the door was open. It had been, the entire night. But the creepiest part is that, some sort of... thing... stepped through the doorway. I remember it clearly - it was pink and fluffy, almost as if it was wearing a suit, but it had yellow glowing eyes, a small nose, and no mouth. Instead of bunny ears, it had a strange... curly antenna thing on top of its head. It sidestepped into the room, we exchanged eye contact, and it stepped out, not making a sound.

 

...Needless to say, my little 4-year old mind was scared out of its wits. I uh... Let's just say I couldn't contain my fear. I remember that thing even now.

[~ P O L A R I S ~]

Is it just me or do all of the OP's threads involve vividly described scenarios characterized by how helpless he is and how badly he needs YCM's assistance? If memory serves, his latest before this one was about his girlfriend-turned-serial-killer and happened to be a huge hit. Can there never be a point of conversation that ISN'T a crisis?

As YCM's Champion of Justace in shining armor, I hereby stroll in and call bullshit. Although part of me wants to see what further mechanations this decent troll has to offer in transfixed horror, the stronger part of me reminds me of my duties as YCM's Champion of Justace in shining armor, to expose injustace and decaption wherever it may be for the ugliness that it is.

Merciful Idiot, you said you were a philosophical writer. Why not share some of your thoughts beyond your personal air-raid siren states of emergency?

[Merci]

Is it just me or do all of the OP's threads involve vividly described scenarios characterized by how helpless he is and how badly he needs YCM's assistance? If memory serves, his latest before this one was about his girlfriend-turned-serial-killer and happened to be a huge hit. Can there never be a point of conversation that ISN'T a crisis?

As YCM's Champion of Justace in shining armor, I hereby stroll in and call bullshit. Although part of me wants to see what further mechanations this decent troll has to offer in transfixed horror, the stronger part of me reminds me of my duties as YCM's Champion of Justace in shining armor, to expose injustace and decaption wherever it may be for the ugliness that it is.

Merciful Idiot, you said you were a philosophical writer. Why not share some of your thoughts beyond your personal air-raid siren states of emergency?

 

I was afraid of this. Honestly.

 

See, this is why I don't tell you guys half the things that happen in my life, and why I won't ever write an autobiography. Because if I did, nobody would believe it. And no, in fact, I don't need YCM's assistance (well, only for Val since I considered you guys as more mature for it, but everything else, not really). I just need somebody to talk to. I always need somebody to talk to about everything that goes on in my life, and whenever I talk to somebody in real life, I won't be taken seriously. I tried talking to a therapist once, and she reacted to my problems in a way much like what you're doing now.

 

Every single day, I go out of my way to make to do as much as possible (inspired by the whole "you're only young once" thing), while I have several problems both in my home and in my mind going on at the same time. Everything just overlaps, and because of this, I'm just...terrified. Of being without support. Many times I don't come to YCM for support. I didn't come to you when my parents divorced, or when my favorite teacher died, or when my little brother fell off a motorcycle and hit his head and had to be hospitalized, or even when my girlfriend was raped...for the second time. And once more, that's not even half of it.

 

I'm a depressed and somewhat-mentally-unstable individual and I don't want to be left alone, I admit, but these things do happen to me more often than they should. It doesn't help that I'm only fourteen, which makes everything even more unbelievable. My experiences have shaped my philosophies and ideals into something which I'll admit would be kind of twisted from a normal human point of view. In that thread you mentioned, I depicted myself as the 'innocent guy with a monstrous best friend' which isn't true in the slightest. In all honesty, I'm probably just as despicable as her when he comes to beliefs.

 

If you like, Rakim, maybe we can have a conversation. Do you have Skype, or maybe even Facebook? If not, we could just do it through direct private messages. Then you can judge for yourself whether I'm a.........troll.............or not.

 

 

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However - I must admit, it is pretty likely that this whole ghost deal is just paranoia on my part, and I'm just overreacting at every little thing. Compared to everything else I've been through, this is the only one that has no logical source.

[✪RION]

Try throwing salt at these "ghost" next time you see them.

[The Hounds Of Anubis]

To be fair, if you did write an autobiography it'd be among the greatest works of fiction ever.

[Captain Murphy ☆]

Well, I used to stay over my aunt's house on the weekends and over breaks and stuff like that. Anyway I believe I was 11 at the time. The house on the outside looked 'haunted' say if you were to describe one, it would pretty much look like it. Me and my cousins were playing upstairs, all of the older people were gone leaving my 13 year old cousin in charge. She was alone in her room watching tv, leaving the rest of us 4 in our own separate playing room. Weird things always seemed to be going on in that house. Like, this one time there snow footsteps were all over the floor leading upstairs and nobody had left all morning. Anyway back to the story, all of us had heard someone come through the door, so we thought. The locks were locked, and we had crawled downstairs in a sneaky motion, peeked downstairs and saw a suited man who was black. Not black like an African American but black like the buttons on a keyboard black... lol never visited again.