Tell me a ghost story

[mollyringle]

On that survey I filled out two days ago, there was a question about whether I believe in ghosts. My answer basically is that I haven't ever seen one, but some part of my mind thinks they're possible. Or, rather, hopes they're possible, because it would suggest life after death and all kinds of interesting physics-related things.

When ten_fifteen filled out the survey, she alluded to a few experiences she couldn't quite explain away. She and her husband (alltimeqb) are rational, reliable people, as far as I know, so I prodded her into relating some of these experiences, and they are genuinely creepy and pretty difficult to account for.

So, the rest of you: do you have any such encounters? Let's do a forum on this. I want only first-hand ghost stories, stuff you personally experienced, not a tale handed down from your grandfather or your mother-in-law (even though those may be cool). Also, feel free to do your best at explaining it - e.g., "But then, I was looking through a pane of glass, so I suppose it could have been a reflection..." - just to make this as scientific as possible.

Banshees, poltergeist, telekinesis, and other strange earthly phenomena are fair game, too; it doesn't have to be an actual visible "ghost." But let's leave Bigfoot and UFO's out of it. We'll do that another time.

P.S. Kev or Kim, say the word and I'll remove that link (and/or your names). You needn't be an exhibit if you don't want to be. :)

Comments

[celtic4.livejournal.com]

My only experience was when I was a child, about 4 or 5 years of age.

I was visiting my grandmother's house in Foster City, and playing in the living room. I looked up to see the figure of a tall personage in a large black hat and black cloak FLYING around the ceiling. Of course, I ran and hid in my grandmother's lap. I said there was a "lady flying around the ceiling," and my grandmother instantly knew what I was talking about. This person was male, it turned out (being little, I figured anyone in long flowing garb was a woman), and had been sighted many times in that house, always searching for something. My grandmother immediately took me out of that room, and I never saw him again after that.

In her lifetime, my grandmother saw several ghosts...but as this is only a forum for personal experiences, I'd better leave those stories for another time. ^_^

[mollyringle.livejournal.com]

Yikes. That sounds disturbing. I'd prefer my ghosts not to go flying madly around the ceiling...*shiver*

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[celtic4.livejournal.com]

It actually wasn't frightening...I was a very shy child and the notion of someone else being in my grandma's house was more of a shock to me than the fact that he was flying around.

He didn't seem to mean anyone any harm...he was usually just going around looking for something.

The odd thing is, my grandma had a painting of a man that looked quite like him in her house. O_O

I didn't realize that till when I was older, though...