Do You Believe in Ghosts?

[Howler]

Yes, I believe in them.

[Count_Zirock]

So, was there ever a poll associated with this thread? I was curious about the stats...but not curious enough to tally them up myself! 

[Flower]

I don't recall a poll or voting on this or hanging chards .. 

[Count_Zirock]

I don't recall a poll or voting on this or hanging chards .. 

Chads. Hanging Chads. Buncha useless frat brothers that really screwed up two elections in Florida by hanging around the voting booths.

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[Flower]

What's an 'r' or two between friends?

Come to think of it .. perhaps it was the 'd' that should've been a 'p' .. 

[Haunted hearse]

What's an 'r' or two between friends?

If it's a pirate, you better hope the guy making the r's is a friend.

[Sean]

#1 Yes, unequivocally.  #2 Yes.  #3 It wasn't so much a hunt as it was just "showing up".

[Mike Scott]

What are you replying to? I went through all the pages and couldn't find a #1, #2, or #3.


Do I believe in ghosts? No. I do not believe in the supernatural, because there is no convincing evidence it exists. There's a million dollars waiting for anyone who has any.

[Sean]

What are you replying to? I went through all the pages and couldn't find a #1, #2, or #3.


Do I believe in ghosts? No. I do not believe in the supernatural, because there is no convincing evidence it exists. There's a million dollars waiting for anyone who has any.

I was following the OP's query combo:  Do you believe in ghosts? If you do, have you ever seen one? Have you ever gone ghost hunting?

[Mike Scott]

I was following the OP's query combo:

Oh! It's best to hit the quote button when replying to specific questions.

[Hepcat]

Do you believe in ghosts?

No.

[Mike Scott]

No.

Can't make up your mind, eh?

[Flower]

I think that they got BigBud ... 

[Hepcat]

Perhaps that haunted house Bigbud bought has been the scene of a few more grisly slayings and he's all tied up with lawyers.

[Sean]

Here is a post of mine on the Paranormal and Monster Legends thread years ago:

  OK.  I'm in this Bed and Breakfast late at  night and my then girlfriend and I go to bed.  It's a very spartan room---even as Bed and Breakfasts go... we were in an annex to the main house that used to be a carriage house.  The place is old.  Early 18th century.  Anyway, there are 2 beds in the room and to get sleep----I'd like to sleep in separate beds (these old beds have head boards and foot boards and are smallish and I'm close to 6'5"), but my girlfriend (who hasn't told me to this point that she heard things there years before with her aunt) insists on sharing a small bed with a man who can't fit straightened out head to toe------but I digress.  We're laying back to back, but I just can't fall asleep.  I'm laying there in a hot room in the middle of an August night just staring at the closet.  The closet 'door' is a curtain on a rod and it is adjacent to a window with a small fan in it that is blowing IN.  As I stare at the curtain in the closet, it begins to move.  First slowly.  Then rather violently... and oddly, it raises up like a flag in a gale-------only it's blowing INTO the path of the fan blowing against it.  Then all at once, it lays still again.  No sooner do I remark to myself 'well, THAT'S odd'------than the curtain/ door rips open... and out floats a well-defined transluscent figure of a woman in Victorian era clothing with a big hat and a bell skirt.  This 'thing' floats over to the beds and goes right in between us and the unoccupied bed and I am looking right up at it as it rises to the ceiling above the other bed.  It just hovers there at the ceiling and I'm trying to turn on the light on the nightstand.... my girlfriend tells me to quit moving so much (she hasn't turned around and doesn't know what I'm experiencing) and all I can get out is 'don't open your eyes!'  I turn on the light and it's gone...then I turn the light out again and it's not there anymore.  I keep this to myself until we go home... and then my future wife tells me her experience with her aunt.  We agree to go back the next year with video equipment and I get 6-7 hours of video that I still haven't seen.  But we experience others things that 2nd year.  The bedroom we stayed in is the 'North Bedroom in the Annex' and it over looks the property in the back, including a family graveyard that is centuries old.  It's very well maintained.  The 2nd year we hear whispering in the middle of the night and footsteps above us---and we were the only people in the annex.  Just before 1st light, we hear the sound of hundreds of crows... then silence.  The next day, I walk down a long path that leads to the beachfront which is enclosed by a canopy of low laying tree branches---it's like a tunnel.  At one point about half-way down, what sounded like a thousand birds going mad cawing and chirping comes to sudden stop.  I later find out that a SECOND graveyard is in that precise location along the path... and this 'OTHER' graveyard is very UNKEPT.
We go back a THIRD year----but cannot get a room in the annex, because supposedly it wasn't opened for the season yet----so we stay in the main house.  We go into town for the evening and when we return, there is a light on in the North Bedroom of the Annex.  My blood runs cold... but my 'now wife' confirms a couple IS staying there.  Wheeeew.  I read a little in bed and asked my wife about approaching the couple  staying in the 'North Bedroom' ---and asking them if they 'saw' anything last night.  We went down before 7am for breakfast and asked the Inn Keeper if the other couple had come down for breakfast yet-----and she said 'no... and they won't be coming-----they took up and left before morning'.  That's probably as good as confirmation as I could get... I mean... there is no place to go in the dark of the night up there that can't wait until 1st light.  Anyway, I go to get breakfast----which is a continental breakfast you serve yourself in the annex's 1st floor (we slept on the 2nd floor).  And here's where I get REALLY creeped out... there is a bookcase there with maybe 300 books on it.... and of these 300 books, there's ONE book that is jutting out...so naturally I pick it up... I flip through it and there's like ZERO pictures.  However, of all it's pages, there is ONE that has been dog-eared at the top.  I read that page.  BORING stuff (the book is entitled 'Women of Maine').... then I read the OTHER side.... it speaks of an epidemic of madness that afflicted women who immigrated from England when they faced the harsh winters of Maine and had to se all of their silver melted down for bullets to combat the indians and kill food.  Thes women left a life of priviledge in England and found a world of struggle and loss in the New World----and many of them went mad and HUNG THEMSELVES from the rafters of barns and carriage houses.  Now HOW did that book "FIND ME'?  And that precise page?  And WHO is buried in that UNKEPT/ hidden graveyard?  Is there family shame associated with the madness and suicides of the ancestors?  Did my 'Victorian Lady ghost' hang herself centuries ago and try to show me?  Does she want me to search for more of the truth?  I know that I have to go back there and go into that 'forbidden graveyard' and take names of young women down and research the circumstances of their deaths.  It's been years... but I know I have to go.  Thanks for your interest.  Sorry so long-winded.