Agree with your disagreement of disagreement.
Agree with your disagreement of disagreement.
100% agree with you Pete. Thousands of people see things every day that doesn’t have a (as yet) scientific explanation, and we can’t all be mistaken, liars, or insane.
One of my ghost stories is unusual. I was about 8 years. Brother/sister in living room. Mum in kitchen doing washing. Father in toilet upstairs. I came round to face the stairs and was astounded to see, facing me, at the top of the stairs, an old-fashioned ''ghost'' standing at the top. Thinking it must be my dad I slowly took steps towards it. This ''ghost'' was very tall with which looked like a white sheet from top to bottom. It did not step down the stairs it glided!!! There was no bending of the knee as it descended. It was about a third of the way down and I was about a third of the way up. That's when my legs gave way. I crawled and clawed my way down as fast as I could. Panic had set in. Regaining my legs in the lobby and without looking back, I kicked and pushed at the living room door to get in but my brother had blocked it. I bust into the kitchen to receive a rebuke from mum. She calmed me down and told me it was my dad. I knew it wasn't. He denied it was him later. This was a strange house and as I've stated in another post, I've no psychic powers that I know of. This was the second of some very weird happenings in this dwelling. I've no idea what it was but still can't understand why a ''ghost'' would appear in that form - like a panto spirit. Oh there was two dark holes for eyes, no mouth. Yes I know - madness. Thanks
At the time he was baffled but has now explained it all away as some kind of mutual self-deception. Who's right? Who can say?
YOU are of course. Listen To The Snail!
Sorry Escargot. I can understand my dad being involved, but not my brother. He had no idea what had happened. I could hear someone in the toilet and I think that is when my legs gave way. But this thing didn't walk down the stairs. I would have seen the bending of the knee. It floated.With your father upstairs and your brother blocking the door to stop you escaping, this sounds like an elaborate practical joke by him and your father.
Everyone denies it though so I dunno, especially as there are other interesting incidents which we'll need to hear about, please!
I have seen two that I am sure, in my own mind at least, were ghosts.
The first was one of my dogs that had died a few years previously. It was in 2009 when I had first moved out of my parent's house, I remember waking up during the night and he was sat next to the bed, resting his head next to me. I remember that I wasn't scared, or surprised at all, and just thought "oh it's Toby" to myself and went straight back to sleep. He wasn't "ghostlike", he seemed quite solid as if I could have touched him. I woke up feeling relaxed and like he wanted me to know that even though I had moved out, he could still find me for visits!!
The second was at the Best Western Hotel in Fulford, York in about 2010. I woke in the middle of night and I clearly saw the figure of a man at the end of the bed wearing an odd hat. The hat was very much like that worn by David Bamber when he played Mr Collins in the BBC Pride & Prejudice, wide brimmed with a small dome. This one did make me feel scared and I immediately put my head under the covers! I couldn't see any details other than the outline, he appeared very black, like a dense shadow.
He let himself in to leave his bike inside and was haunted. Yay!
more!!!!!! more!!!!!!!!
That old style magazine?There's also... the Face.
That old style magazine?
Oooooh!!!!! A FACE!He went into the depot and could hear men talking in low voices. Couldn't make out what they were saying. He assumed there were people inside. As he was hot from cycling he went outside and had a drink from his bike-bottle.
As he stood there he heard a huge bang from inside the building, apparently through the the window he was standing next to.
So he thought there were blokes inside messing about - unlikely at that time of night, when the day shifts are mainly over and the night staff aren't in yet.
At this point I texted him to say I was walking over so he went to meet me. He was away a couple of minutes and we both went in together, and nobody was there. He'd have seen anyone leaving.
The murmuring and bangs are heard regularly in the building. There's also... the Face.
Oooooh!!!!! A FACE!
Am loving these latest additions. Men jumping 20ft and running footsteps and a putative FACE - these are the proper, old-fashioned sort of ghosty things that I used to gobble up in my teens.
I believed I saw a ghost when I was quite young. I screamed for my Mum who told me it was only a dream. The block of maisonettes we grew up in were reputedly haunted and me and my siblings encountered “weird stuff” on a quite regular basis. As I grew older my experiences diminished and apart from a few instances in a hotel whilst working abroad and a peculiar incident at home in 2007 I haven’t experienced much at all, only the very rare sleep paralysis which I don’t believe is paranormal.
The funny thing is, after decades of getting on my soapbox about the paranormal to non believers, I am becoming increasingly sceptical about it all.
Whilst I still like to read or view paranormal articles I am actually questioning what I experienced as a kid and trying to find an explanation of the causes that are not paranormal or supernatural.
I sometimes wonder if we are possibly more “in tune” with the other side when we are young and as more important things come into our life, beer, women, mortgage and sprogs, we tune out?
I sometimes wonder if we are possibly more “in tune” with the other side when we are young and as more important things come into our life, beer, women, mortgage and sprogs, we tune out?
I do believe this to be true to a point. That's not to say that aging rules us out from extraordinary experiences, though I do have the belief that we are more ''in tune'' when we are younger (and not necessarily children).
I used to also consider myself reasonably psychic or very intuitive if you'd rather. I was (and still am) a chronic headache sufferer and have been since my early teenage years. For the past 8 years they have been mostly held at bay by medication, however I used to find that I was more ''in tune'' when my periods of headaches were at their very worst, sometimes for weeks at a time. Now that I rarely suffer them, I've found that this ability has lessened enormously. I am also now in my 50's, so maybe getting older has just diminished it. I really just don't know.