I believe, I've never seen one though
I believe, I've never seen one though
Can anyone prove that there isn't any
I say yes I believe in ghosts. Saw a few weird things with my own eyes happen at my grandma's house the week my grandpa died. My grandma's cup of coffee fell off a table right in front of my eyes and it was nowhere close to the edge of the table and no one was anywhere near it. A box of foil that was sitting on the top (7 feet high at least) of a cabinet in her kitchen fell off the shelf. I never saw any figure or outlines or anything, but felt like he was there and didn't feel scared or threatened. Everyone and the house was full would just stop and look at eachother with that "did you just see what I saw" kind of expression. It was only that week and nothing like that's happened since then.
Was Grandpa very tall and generally clumsy?
I always wondered why the manifestation of ghosts often involve knocking things over or throwing objects across the room. If you could interact with the environment, why not just pen a quick note, or even tap out a brief email, "Hey! It's the former owner of this house. I'm stuck here to haunt the place for eternity, so please do me the courtesy of refraining from roaming the joint in your boxers. Much appreciated."
I heard a lot of ghosts, at night, when I was a kid.
After I grew up and became more objective, I finally understood that there was a rational explanation - it was just that same old closet monster that has been following me to every house I've ever lived in.
Hate to resurect this (AAAAH) but this is wird-besides the GF going to Cassadaga to a haunted hotel with friend and getting orb pics previously mentioned.Yeah,OK,I see it.
Her father built a house next to us for her daughter,she moved so we would take it over to double the property and the daughter moved back and moved in.Of course every day our 4yd old granddaughter would come over and she always talked about ghosts and seeing a woman in her room.OK,child's imagination at play.They move and we take it over recently,go in and are working on some finish work that he saved money on to have basic living areas done.Her dogs mother is purebread husky that comes out in the howl and tail,but dad's a pit/black lab mix he gets the black/size from but damn he's got a pit skull and brain.To be continued.
We aren't in the house 3 days and OK?Our master bath has a pocket door opening into a hallway with a walk-in closet on one side,the other has a baby one and a pocket door entering a crapper about like a decent Wallyworld.At the end of that it Ts into the shower and tub with the double vanity between.She tells me the bedroom pocket door locked on her when I woke up,OK.NEXT morning she wakes me up to let her out,nada,doesn't work.I tell her I'll be right back to fire up a nicotine hit and sumbeech,she opens.OK,door's freaky.
The dog.This dude won't come near the bedroom door,but since we have cats also there's no way he's pissing on the furniture at night.He stays at his home outside or in our room period,and guess where he doesn't wimper and bark.We have to put him on a leash to get him in the room for bedtime and shut it,do our gig and hit the light.This dude paces for minutes,looking down the bathroom hallway,then finally lays in front of the main door.At least 4 times a night I hear him pacing near the wallway opening,then to the bed,and finds somewhere out of direct sight of the full lenghth of the hallway.In a month being here he's litterally jumped on us in bed in the wee hours a few times definately disturbed.Weird.
I've never really seen squat above that but I get some unexplainable dreams weekly and a serious feeling someone has eyes on me at times in our side of the house.I could care less but the dog is killing me pacing and standing for minutes after waking me up during the night.Weird crap I can't explain,and I already know the sounds of this house.
Should I have someone go to the hood for a nicklebag and give him a shotgun at bedtime?Kidding of course on that part,pun intended.
If you allow your mind to believe in ghosts, then chances are, you'll experience them at some time.
I'm not a religious man. Never have been, never will be. For me, religion is the biggest fraud in the history of the world, ever perpetrated on man, by man.
When you don't believe in heaven or hell, you find that you have a lot more inner peace and the ability to focus and concentrate on issues that truly exist and matter.
Could God have been a space alien?
I've always been skeptical of them and still am,seeing is believing and I've yet to see one.It also doesn't mean they don't exist.I've never seen air,but I believe in it.It bothers me I can't explain it,one room of the house our dog freaks out over,but 2 of our cats constantly try to get into it and they never went into our room.Last night the dog was outside because he just wasn't going in (and didn't bark which is very rare),and the cats pissed me off because they were litterally climbing the wall and door wanting in.Animals have senses far exceeding ours,something's up here because it changes daily.Don't know, but the deal with the animals is really starting to aggrevate the hell out of me.This crap just needs to stop.
I believe. I remember seeing my grandfather twice, shortly after he passed away. I was 5, so I always thought it was imagination or maybe someone that looked like him. When my dad passes 5 years ago, when I was 45, I was driving down the road heading back to mom's house the day after he passed after buying a new suit. I met my dad walking down the road toward me. He had on his jeans and a white T-shirt and his aviator sunglasses. He always wore his jeans and white T, but rarely wore those sunglasses. In fact, he had them stuck up in the headliner of his airplane for years and I honestly don't remember him wearing them much, even when he flew. Looking back, I wish I would have stopped and faked being lost and ask for directions, just to see what would happen...that's the only two things like that I've ever had happen. Both were weird, but kind of gave me a peaceful feeling...maybe trying to show me there is life after...
My youngest brother died at the age of 48, on Jan. 10, 2010.
My mother passed at the age of 77, on July 23, 2012.
I was hoping that if there was any kind of after-life, one or both of them would have tried in some way, to let me know that there was, and all was okay.
My mother did believe in the here after, and if there was some way of her to make that known to me, she would have been the kind to have done so.
I can be a very patient man, and I still hope.