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I'm curious about something...How many of us have actually seen a ghost, not counting shadows, corner of the eye stuff, and mental pictures. Something that we could definitely say had human form. We've all felt their presence, experienced cold spots, heard them in one form or another, even smelled them; but, I would love to hear about some experiences folks have had actually seeing one. I'll start off with my story:
This happened at the house I lived in with my folks while I was in college. It was probably the most active place I had ever lived, and I've written about it before. The original owner's business partner committed suicide in the backyard, it was rumored to have been built on a Karankawa burial ground, and according to neighbors, had been plagued with weird goings on and tragic events from the start.
One Saturday, I was sitting in the den, curled up with a book. Mom was in the kitchen, and my youngest sister was at the table working on her homework. I was 18 or 19 at the time. Everything was very normal, but a young man opened the front door without knocking (safe neighborhood, no one kept their doors locked!) and walked in the den. He smiled at my mother and greeted her, turned to me and said "Hello my dear."
My first thought was "How rude, not knocking and just barging in!" My second was "This is the late 80's, nobody calls anyone 'dear' anymore." I smiled politely and nodded, but I couldn't help but notice his clothing. He was a nice looking guy, a few years older than myself. His hair was a little long but well groomed, much in the style of the early 70's. He wore jeans, a denim shirt, sunglasses, and a rather worn pair of motorcycling boots. I couldn't help but think he looked a little out of date, but didn't think much about it -- poor fella was just a fashion victim! ;-)
Without saying anything else, he opened the sliding glass doors and went into the backyard. Mom asked if I knew him, I told her "no, I thought it was someone you knew." We shrugged it off, sure it was someone my Dad had met.
Meanwhile, Dad was outside piddling with one of his projects. Dad was an avid gardener and general Mr. Fix It for the neighborhood. We watched the young man walk behind my father, intently watching everything he was doing, and assumed it was someone in the neighborhood that Dad was showing how to do something. He was leaning closely over Dad's shoulder with an interested look on his face. We all resumed our activities and thought no more about it. Around lunch, Dad came back in the house and Mom asked him who the young man was. Dad looked at her as blank as could be and said "What young man? No one else was out there."
This guy was as solid as you or I, nothing transparent about him. We never saw him again. Just as an aside, we became friends with the original owner's family, his sister and daughter. Although we never discussed this particular incident, the man's daughter told us something that may have been an explanation. Her parents were divorced and she and her two brothers lived in the house when her father built it. The boys, being older, in their early twenties, lived in the guest house. The oldest boy was a missionary, whose life had been tragically cut short in a motorcycle accident in the early 70's. Did he pay us a visit that day? I don't think he was the source of our activity, but just a visitor.
Ok, someone else's turn!
This happened at the house I lived in with my folks while I was in college. It was probably the most active place I had ever lived, and I've written about it before. The original owner's business partner committed suicide in the backyard, it was rumored to have been built on a Karankawa burial ground, and according to neighbors, had been plagued with weird goings on and tragic events from the start.
One Saturday, I was sitting in the den, curled up with a book. Mom was in the kitchen, and my youngest sister was at the table working on her homework. I was 18 or 19 at the time. Everything was very normal, but a young man opened the front door without knocking (safe neighborhood, no one kept their doors locked!) and walked in the den. He smiled at my mother and greeted her, turned to me and said "Hello my dear."
My first thought was "How rude, not knocking and just barging in!" My second was "This is the late 80's, nobody calls anyone 'dear' anymore." I smiled politely and nodded, but I couldn't help but notice his clothing. He was a nice looking guy, a few years older than myself. His hair was a little long but well groomed, much in the style of the early 70's. He wore jeans, a denim shirt, sunglasses, and a rather worn pair of motorcycling boots. I couldn't help but think he looked a little out of date, but didn't think much about it -- poor fella was just a fashion victim! ;-)
Without saying anything else, he opened the sliding glass doors and went into the backyard. Mom asked if I knew him, I told her "no, I thought it was someone you knew." We shrugged it off, sure it was someone my Dad had met.
Meanwhile, Dad was outside piddling with one of his projects. Dad was an avid gardener and general Mr. Fix It for the neighborhood. We watched the young man walk behind my father, intently watching everything he was doing, and assumed it was someone in the neighborhood that Dad was showing how to do something. He was leaning closely over Dad's shoulder with an interested look on his face. We all resumed our activities and thought no more about it. Around lunch, Dad came back in the house and Mom asked him who the young man was. Dad looked at her as blank as could be and said "What young man? No one else was out there."
This guy was as solid as you or I, nothing transparent about him. We never saw him again. Just as an aside, we became friends with the original owner's family, his sister and daughter. Although we never discussed this particular incident, the man's daughter told us something that may have been an explanation. Her parents were divorced and she and her two brothers lived in the house when her father built it. The boys, being older, in their early twenties, lived in the guest house. The oldest boy was a missionary, whose life had been tragically cut short in a motorcycle accident in the early 70's. Did he pay us a visit that day? I don't think he was the source of our activity, but just a visitor.
Ok, someone else's turn!
Carrie, I don't think I can top that! That is one truly amazing story. Thanks for sharing. The most ghost I have ever seen was just the hands. Solid just like a living persons. I was a small child living in a very haunted house. My mother saw the entire apparition once but for me I only saw his hands. He visited with my almost every night. We believed it to be the next door neighbor after he hung himself in the kitchen. All the haunting started about 6 months after he killed himself.
Carrie, that is an amazing story. Pandora it would have freaked me out seeing just hands. I would have rather seen the whole apperition. Eeek!
The only time I saw something, I'm not sure I did. It was a week or so after my cat had died that I went outside to get the newspaper right after I woke up. On my way to the door I saw something run by me and I turned my head just in time to see his tail dissappering under his favorited chair. I was never sure if I actually saw it or if my eyes were playing tricks on me because I was still half asleep. Who knows????
Renee :crazy:
The only time I saw something, I'm not sure I did. It was a week or so after my cat had died that I went outside to get the newspaper right after I woke up. On my way to the door I saw something run by me and I turned my head just in time to see his tail dissappering under his favorited chair. I was never sure if I actually saw it or if my eyes were playing tricks on me because I was still half asleep. Who knows????
Renee :crazy:
I saw the ghost of a little girl in my last apartment. She kept waking me up to turn the lights on and this one time I saw her standing in front of my bureau. She was wearing a white cotton nightgown. It was the only time I saw her.
I'm not so sure about this one. I was at an abandoned amusement park. I met this ghost that I was communicating with on a thought without word level. After about a few minutes I got this really raunchy 'haven't washed in months' nasty kind of smell and at the same time the ghost was 'shouting' warnings to me about another mean and nasty spirit, that had killed him in life, that was coming and then he left. I started walking away from the area where I met the first ghost. There was a latino looking man in a silver windbreaker walking directly towards me. I was getting seriously bad vibes from him. I got the impression he had a knife hidden in his pocket. He kept looking left and right like he was making sure the no one was around. Judiciously I changed course and start walking away to the left. He changed his course to intercept me. So I changed my angle again. He did too. That's when I saw some other people nearby so I made a bee line towards them. When I got to about fifty feet of them I turned back to see if the guy was still heading towards me. He was gone.
We were walking through a big parking lot. There is a lot of grass and stuff but nothing big for him to hide in. In the time between the last time I saw him and when I turned to look at him again it was less than thirty seconds. It's not impossible for him to have turned 180 and ran as fast as he could back the way he came so I wouldn't be able to see him when I turned but I doubt it. Why would he do that? And he would have to have been fast and had began to run as soon as I turned away from him.
He looked as real as anyone else. If it wasn't for the warning from the first spirit, the nasty smell and him dissappearing I would have just thought him a scary freak.
I can't prove it was a spirit so I'm still not sure.
I'm not so sure about this one. I was at an abandoned amusement park. I met this ghost that I was communicating with on a thought without word level. After about a few minutes I got this really raunchy 'haven't washed in months' nasty kind of smell and at the same time the ghost was 'shouting' warnings to me about another mean and nasty spirit, that had killed him in life, that was coming and then he left. I started walking away from the area where I met the first ghost. There was a latino looking man in a silver windbreaker walking directly towards me. I was getting seriously bad vibes from him. I got the impression he had a knife hidden in his pocket. He kept looking left and right like he was making sure the no one was around. Judiciously I changed course and start walking away to the left. He changed his course to intercept me. So I changed my angle again. He did too. That's when I saw some other people nearby so I made a bee line towards them. When I got to about fifty feet of them I turned back to see if the guy was still heading towards me. He was gone.
We were walking through a big parking lot. There is a lot of grass and stuff but nothing big for him to hide in. In the time between the last time I saw him and when I turned to look at him again it was less than thirty seconds. It's not impossible for him to have turned 180 and ran as fast as he could back the way he came so I wouldn't be able to see him when I turned but I doubt it. Why would he do that? And he would have to have been fast and had began to run as soon as I turned away from him.
He looked as real as anyone else. If it wasn't for the warning from the first spirit, the nasty smell and him dissappearing I would have just thought him a scary freak.
I can't prove it was a spirit so I'm still not sure.
Pandora, I have to agree with Renee. I would have rather seen the whole thing instead of just the hands! What a terrifying experience for a child! =O
Good story Nakis! You've got to wonder if that "guy" would have tried to attack with so many people around. Glad you were warned! That is neat about the little girl too. Did you ever look into the history of the place as to who she might have been?
Good story Nakis! You've got to wonder if that "guy" would have tried to attack with so many people around. Glad you were warned! That is neat about the little girl too. Did you ever look into the history of the place as to who she might have been?
Nakis,
This house where you heard the name Mary Bennett, what did it look like?? I don't know if you remember but awhile back I was overwhelmed with thoughts and visions of this woman, long dark hair, standing near water and the name that I got was Mary Bennett. I got glimpses of what I can only assume was her home or a home she was connected to. That's just too weird.
As for my own personal ghostie seeing story ( I can't say I actually ever saw the abovementioned woman, she was in my head, at least that's the best way I can explain it). When I was 14 we lived in an older home with my father. My room was in the basement, part of the basement was finished and the rest was just used for storage and that like. One evening I was sitting on my bed when I heard something coming from the unfinished side of the basement. I looked up and over the half wall that seperated my room from the rest of the basement and saw a small blonde head bopping around. I assumed this was my younger sister and went over to that side of the basement to run her little butt back to bed. It did occur to me that it was odd that she got down there without me seeing her because the stairs ran right in front of my room. I should have seen if not heard her come down them She was only 2 at the time and we all know stealth is not a quality of most 2 yrs olds =) I walked over to the other side where I saw what I can only describe as a small blonde girl in a long nightgown. I yelled "Sarah!" at which point this child turned around and then just vanished. Still assuming this was Sarah and somehow she could teleport herself now I hit the stairs to go up and find her. I went upstairs and into the kid's room where i found all 3 small chidren sleeping soundly. Sarah included. It was then and there it occured to me that whoever I saw she wasn't Sarah and probably wasn't living and breathing. That's when I freaked out. Needless to say I slept upstairs in the living room on the couch for awhile. I never did see the little girl again. I remember we would occasionally hear footsteps on the stairs and whatnot but no one else saw anything like I did.
This house where you heard the name Mary Bennett, what did it look like?? I don't know if you remember but awhile back I was overwhelmed with thoughts and visions of this woman, long dark hair, standing near water and the name that I got was Mary Bennett. I got glimpses of what I can only assume was her home or a home she was connected to. That's just too weird.
As for my own personal ghostie seeing story ( I can't say I actually ever saw the abovementioned woman, she was in my head, at least that's the best way I can explain it). When I was 14 we lived in an older home with my father. My room was in the basement, part of the basement was finished and the rest was just used for storage and that like. One evening I was sitting on my bed when I heard something coming from the unfinished side of the basement. I looked up and over the half wall that seperated my room from the rest of the basement and saw a small blonde head bopping around. I assumed this was my younger sister and went over to that side of the basement to run her little butt back to bed. It did occur to me that it was odd that she got down there without me seeing her because the stairs ran right in front of my room. I should have seen if not heard her come down them She was only 2 at the time and we all know stealth is not a quality of most 2 yrs olds =) I walked over to the other side where I saw what I can only describe as a small blonde girl in a long nightgown. I yelled "Sarah!" at which point this child turned around and then just vanished. Still assuming this was Sarah and somehow she could teleport herself now I hit the stairs to go up and find her. I went upstairs and into the kid's room where i found all 3 small chidren sleeping soundly. Sarah included. It was then and there it occured to me that whoever I saw she wasn't Sarah and probably wasn't living and breathing. That's when I freaked out. Needless to say I slept upstairs in the living room on the couch for awhile. I never did see the little girl again. I remember we would occasionally hear footsteps on the stairs and whatnot but no one else saw anything like I did.
The house started as a two story farmhouse. It was added onto three times. So as it stands now it's three stories tall, used to be grey paint, but is now grey vinyl. I has a front door that goes into what was the old stairs in the farmhouse that now goes to the three front doors to the three apartments (done up in bordello red fancy wallpaper). It has another front door that goes only to the downstairs apartment.
In the back it has a covered porch for two of the apartments and a separate set of stairs for the back door of the small apartment (second floor) that is in the old house section.
There are two sliders in the back for the third floor apartment. A roof top deck for the sliders/apartment. There is an attached car port in the back on the level of the cellar. There is a rather large parking area that is in the back of the house coming off the driveway that is on the side of the house. Lots of lilac bushes.
Funny, I don't remember you talking about her. At several different times I would hear the name Mary Bennett in my mind while living there. Often associated with some other phenomenom like something shifting in the closet suddenly and without explanation. I kept getting the feeling she loved me. I kept trying to convince her to move to the other side and not try to hang around with me for her sake.
I don't remember ever seeing her or getting any other impressions of her other than a young woman.
That's very odd. The same spirit? Two spirits with the same name?
I had a strange dream while living there, very vivid and clear. In fact more clear than real life. It had to do with house that looked just like the one I lived in but it was different somehow. Like from the south or something. There were several children ghosts in it. And one young adult woman with long dark hair. Maybe just coincedence.
In the back it has a covered porch for two of the apartments and a separate set of stairs for the back door of the small apartment (second floor) that is in the old house section.
There are two sliders in the back for the third floor apartment. A roof top deck for the sliders/apartment. There is an attached car port in the back on the level of the cellar. There is a rather large parking area that is in the back of the house coming off the driveway that is on the side of the house. Lots of lilac bushes.
Funny, I don't remember you talking about her. At several different times I would hear the name Mary Bennett in my mind while living there. Often associated with some other phenomenom like something shifting in the closet suddenly and without explanation. I kept getting the feeling she loved me. I kept trying to convince her to move to the other side and not try to hang around with me for her sake.
I don't remember ever seeing her or getting any other impressions of her other than a young woman.
That's very odd. The same spirit? Two spirits with the same name?
I had a strange dream while living there, very vivid and clear. In fact more clear than real life. It had to do with house that looked just like the one I lived in but it was different somehow. Like from the south or something. There were several children ghosts in it. And one young adult woman with long dark hair. Maybe just coincedence.
Hmmm I don't know if it's the same or not. This Mary had long dark hair, and seemed kind of young, no older than mid 20's anyway. The house I saw was white kind of weather beaten and near water. I thought I had told you about this, or at least posted this stuff on here. Maybe not though. Hmmmm I'm going to have to think about this one for awhile =)
Hey.. I remember one or both of you had mentioned Mary Bennett before... I'm thinking it was you, Randa. I'm sure it's still here in the forum somewhere. We have a personal friend named Mary Bennett, too! ;-)
These are great stories, all! =O Would you mind if we include them in the ghost stories on the website? They're good... !
Let's see..... well, my experiences with the "dark man" at night when I was a teen, I count. He was solid black and featureless, you could only see a silhouette. This is actually what started me looking into ghosts - trying to find out what I saw so many years ago. Some may explain it away as sleep paralysis, but after having been through it, I can't swallow that as the entire explaination.
When I was about 5 y/o (I'm guesstimating the age here) my parents took me over to their then best friends' house. I remember seeing an African-American man sitting at their dining table eating a hamburger - or something wrapped in paper like fast food. He was a bit heavy; dressed in a light/med grey baseball uniform. I remember looking right at him - a lot - maybe that's why I remember this. ?_? He was very solid. No one else ever acknowledged/looked at him and when I told my parents about my memory years later, they said they've never known these people to have an aquaintance fitting that description, and they were very close to them for years. So..... I have to wonder about that one.
I've caught glimpses of others in this house, but nothing solid. 'Abe', who wears what appears to be a black suit with long coattails and a tall hat; not very long ago, something with a white T-shirt and light blue shorts or pants.
That's all I can think of at the moment. =)
Kell
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These are great stories, all! =O Would you mind if we include them in the ghost stories on the website? They're good... !
Let's see..... well, my experiences with the "dark man" at night when I was a teen, I count. He was solid black and featureless, you could only see a silhouette. This is actually what started me looking into ghosts - trying to find out what I saw so many years ago. Some may explain it away as sleep paralysis, but after having been through it, I can't swallow that as the entire explaination.
When I was about 5 y/o (I'm guesstimating the age here) my parents took me over to their then best friends' house. I remember seeing an African-American man sitting at their dining table eating a hamburger - or something wrapped in paper like fast food. He was a bit heavy; dressed in a light/med grey baseball uniform. I remember looking right at him - a lot - maybe that's why I remember this. ?_? He was very solid. No one else ever acknowledged/looked at him and when I told my parents about my memory years later, they said they've never known these people to have an aquaintance fitting that description, and they were very close to them for years. So..... I have to wonder about that one.
I've caught glimpses of others in this house, but nothing solid. 'Abe', who wears what appears to be a black suit with long coattails and a tall hat; not very long ago, something with a white T-shirt and light blue shorts or pants.
That's all I can think of at the moment. =)
Kell
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