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

[mollyringle.livejournal.com]

Hmm...you used to say there was an Avon lady in the basement, but I always thought you were trying to make me believe you'd killed someone and stashed their body down there. Even though I knew you were too gentlemanly to do such a thing. :) Not sure I heard there was a ghost story surrounding her.

[raethe.livejournal.com]

There was that aspect, yes. O:)

The Avon Lady was so termed when guests complained of someone knocking on their doors relentlessly. Old habits die hard for the Avon Lady. Plus there was always a faint scent of an old avon product - wild rose or something it was once identified as. Mostly I never noticed anyways, but it freaked guests, mostly uninvited, away - so I'm not going to complain. She was supposedly spotted most places in the house, but was mosty associated with the 2nd floor on the west side of the house - my office/library and the back bedroom being the popular hangout spots. Pretty much everyone described her the same...without being told of it ahead of time.

[ladydragonspaw.livejournal.com]

I like your icon! Those scenes in that movie are priceless!

[mollyringle.livejournal.com]

At least that one's rather amusing...though I imagine it would seem scarier on a dark and stormy night. The description ahead of time, without being told about her, is also closer to the good solid kind of evidence I'd be looking for, were I a parapsychology expert. Which I'm not, but it's nice to attempt scientificity. Is that even a word?