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. :)

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Ghosts, spirits...the Indian woman in my bedroom...

[caitirdamisa.livejournal.com]

Hey there,
well I didn't do your survey, but thought I would share my experience with you.

My childhood home was in the mountains in a gold miner's cabin at 9.400 feet. The driveway is pretty much an old gold mine dump, and supposedly the house sits on a gold vein. It's said that the miner who lived in the cabin murdered his wife.
As an eleven year old child, this totally freaked me out. But it was fleeting.
My bedroom had it's own door that lead outside, but was very difficult to open and was rarely used.

One night I was jolted awake by the door being blown open. Wind and snow blew through my room, and in the chair beside the door sat a beautiful Indian woman (Native American, to be PC). She was sitting cross-legged, and wasn't really smiling, but looked serene.
And then she was gone. And there I stood, the door still thrown wide open, snow swirling around my feet, freezing wind blowing...
When I told my mother what had happened, she wigged out. She had seen her walking through the house once before.

There have been other little things, too. Not as significant, but it definitely makes me believe in spirits. Maybe some people call them ghosts.
But then again, when I was little I believed that there were little spirit friends inside of me that I called Nellies.
But that's another story......

Re: Ghosts, spirits...the Indian woman in my bedroom...

[mollyringle.livejournal.com]

Gosh...another honest-to-goodness visible manifestation. These must happen to more people than I realized. Glad I asked this question...very interesting.

And...9,400 feet? You must have really good lungs. :)