Have you ever seen a ghost?

[Eomer]

Originally Posted by Blumpster

Fuck yah, I just shit out the ghost of Pizza Hut past. Fucking thing was scary as hell.

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[Kaige]

My mom likes to exaggerate, but she did tell me that when I was really young, I could see and hear ghosts. At one point in time we stayed over my grandmother's house when I was young, and late one night apparently I was calling for help upstairs in the bedroom. My mom and grandmother came to see what was up, and supposedly I told them that there was a little boy standing there in the corner wearing pajamas and carrying a small blanket...telling me to "stay away from the water". It freaked them out because my grandmother's first son died, drowning in the tub when he was real young, and what he looked like to me is exactly what they said he was buried in. I never talked to my grandmother about it, but knowing my mom I always figured she was full of shit about the whole thing.

Fast forward...

I moved into my grandmother's house a few years back, her health wasn't doing so good, she'd fall sometimes and her heart was getting weaker so since I was moving back up this way, the family encouraged it. Last year she fell one too many times and her time was getting near, so the family put her in a care center. I visited her one time and she asked me if Jimmy had been bothering me lately. I told her "nah, he's probably busy with his kids or working, we don't really hang out." She goes, "no, not your cousin...your uncle." It didn't exactly click with me at first when she said that, but then she started telling me her side of the "incident" that had happened that night.

Man that shit gave me the creeps, I was always looking over my shoulder all the time for weeks in that house from that point on and especially after she passed away.



On the Ghost Hunters show topic, I watch it and found it actually helpful in debunking my own house. The whole creepy feeling in the basement being the symptoms brought on by lots of electrical wires made a ton of sense when I actually noticed it.

Sometimes they get some good "evidence" though, the one episode that gave me the creeps had them checking out an old hotel where apparently a little girl haunted. Her dress was actually in the attic and they checked it out, they checked out her bedroom, some other rooms, took video in the dark, and even did voice recordings in the basement where the kids used to play hide and seek.

So they find very little to no info, until they check the voice recordings from the closet in the basement. They had to turn it up, but it had a little girl's voice and she was saying "can you find me?". It gave me some serious chills.

[GrobbeeTrull2.0]

I see we have a few Governesses in here. Turn of the Screw much?

[Manslaughter]

I did have some sort of experience, although I was asleep the whole time.

When I was 7 or 8 I had fallen asleep on the living room couch watching TV with my brother and my parents. At one point when I was sleeping the cable had cut out the TV went to static. When this happened I had supposedly stood up and walked to the television. Once I got to it I stood in front of it for a few seconds and then reached out and touched the screen. I then walked back to the couch and laid back down. I then awoke, and as I awoke the cable came back on.

Since I was asleep this whole time, and only caught the TV coming back as I awoke, I am not sure if it really happened. But I don't see any reason for my parents or 4year older brother to make this up.

[JeydaX]

My mom claims she had a spirit that would stand over her while she was falling. It happened at my parents house apparently quite often after they got married and she said it also happened to her in her early 20s. My dad would never look because he was like "LOL go 2 sleep plz." Apparently it all stopped after I was born.

Future ghost buster?

[Tea on tuesday]

Originally Posted by Duppin

Their approach is the same as all credible people who do that sort of thing.

They go in expecting it all to be bullshit and disprove whatever they can.

Now, they are still making a TV show so they may play up some things for that purpose, but the majority of the places they check out they end up deciding aren't haunted after all.

Originally Posted by SalaciousTunare

Nope.

Ghost Hunters is a great show, they go in 100% skeptical of claims, they investigate, collect "evidence" then go about debunking.

Most episodes they don't find shit or they nothing but personal experiences like something touching one of them, but every once in a while they find some interesting stuff. The evidence from the Stanley Hotel and the St. Augustine Lighthouse episodes were two that stuck out as beyond normal.

My girlfriend watches that show constantly. She first got me to sit down and watch it with her under the old "you'd like them they try and debunk it instead of trying to prove that a place is haunted."

God, was I in for an unpleasant though not unexpected evening.

What I want to know is in what way are these people skeptics?

How can a skeptic use an EMF meter to try and find a ghost?

Why would a skeptic use an instrument designed to detect AC current in common household frequencies? Why would a skeptic use them oblivious to their proper use? Why would a skeptic carrying around an EMF meter that has a fluctuation consider that a sign of the ghost considering the vast, vast amount of electronic devices they are toting around and that surround them. Most importantly why would a skeptic assume that an EMF fluctuation is the result of a hitherto unknown entity acting through a hitherto unknown force producing a hitherto undetected source of electricity instead of one of the dozens of electronic devices around them? I guess you can't get any more parsimonious than that....

The exact same argument goes for thermal cameras, ion detectors, and whatever crazy implausible shit they happen to be peddling.

Then there's the electronic voice phenomena. In which I'm to believe that through completely magical means ghosts can speak into recording devices
in frequencies undetectable to the human ear but playback perfectly well on the chosen medium despite that device having been designed to explicitly pick up a certain range of frequencies and play back those frequencies at a similar frequency. Basically they made a glorified wah petal. Awesome.

Then there's the video where we see a shady figure stroll by or a chair move or whatever the fuck. Let's ignore the fact that there is zero transparency between the TAPS guys and what I see on TV. These guys immediately jump to supernatural conclusions for things that have perfectly valid natural explanations.

Hey, that chair moved all by itself! Yeah, I could believe that an entity for which no empirical evidence exists operating through unknown phenomena moved a chair. Or I could believe that someone tied a string to it and pulled on it. Furthermore everyone involved has incentive to pull of such a hoax. The ghost hunters to guys for ratings, interest, and the general health of the show, and the owners of the haunted place for increased interest in a bustling paranormal tourism business. It's not hard to pick the more likely scenario.

Of course a real skeptic would be bothered by the whole lack of parsimony.

Fuck Ghost Hunter's for selling skepticism instead of what they're really doing: the same old shady paranormal dance people have been doing since time immemorial---shilling contrived mystery for money.

[Radahr Manasponge]

Have I *seen* a ghost? No. Have I personally witnessed some shit that is only explainable by the 'paranormal'? Twice.

Once in broad daylight, multiple witnesses. Once middle of the night, me and a girl I was fucking at the time...I got a pretty solid ass-whippin' by a pissed off casper in an old house we were exploring. As in, multiple large fucking bruises (think 2-4 inches large) scattered about my body, where I never saw anything and neither did she, standing right there.

However, I'm not a fruitcake about the shit. Humans aren't the end-all, be-all of sentient life, and there's a lot of shit going on in reality that we just can't or won't see. I came across some things that are outside the norm. *shrug* No need to make a religion out of it or anything.

[Vehn]

I few months ago, I went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave me my key and told me that on the way to my room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So I followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. The next night my curiosity would not leave me alone about the room with no number on the door. I walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. I bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling my eye. What I saw was a hotel bedroom, like mine, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. I stared in confusion for a while. I almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. This disinclination saved my life. I crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, I returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all I saw was redness. I couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.

At this point I decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?" I told her that I had and she said, "Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."

[Indiana]

Originally Posted by Vehn

I few months ago, I went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave me my key and told me that on the way to my room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So I followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. The next night my curiosity would not leave me alone about the room with no number on the door. I walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. I bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling my eye. What I saw was a hotel bedroom, like mine, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. I stared in confusion for a while. I almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. This disinclination saved my life. I crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, I returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all I saw was redness. I couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.

At this point I decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?" I told her that I had and she said, "Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."

I'd totally buy this if only you were pointing a flashlight at your face. Without it, not so much.

[Felith1]

Originally Posted by Vehn

I few months ago, I went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave me my key and told me that on the way to my room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So I followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. The next night my curiosity would not leave me alone about the room with no number on the door. I walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. I bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling my eye. What I saw was a hotel bedroom, like mine, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. I stared in confusion for a while. I almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. This disinclination saved my life. I crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, I returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all I saw was redness. I couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.

At this point I decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?" I told her that I had and she said, "Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."

lol copypasta

edit: Found a better one.


You were out of town for the weekend. When you came back to your apartment, your mailbox was stuffed full. At least 30 letters. Letters with no return address, several of them felt soggy and heavy, as though they were recently wet, or perhaps contained a liquid. All of the letters have your name and address written on them, and many of them had your name scratched all over them in red in. They don't smell nice, they smell like rotting meat and old garbage and you're reluctant to take them back to your room, but curiosity gets the better of you.

So you manage to cart them all back to your room, you dump them in your kitchenette sink because you don't want them smelling up the rest of the apartment. You grab one that doesn't seem damp and isn't covered with writing, and open it up. There's pictures inside. Pictures of people you don't know, with their eyes torn out, teeth missing, unhinged jaws hanging open, throats ripped out. You're horrified and yet you can't help but wonder what's in the rest of the letters. You open more, and more to discover increasingly gruesome photos of dead people. Piles of bodies with limps missing, splayed open corpses on operating tables with their vital organs removed, hanged bodies that have been gutted and bled dry. Some of the soggy letters had blood and other fluids in them.

The more letters you open, the more you notice that not all of the people are strangers. Some of them were people you see at work, others people you went to high school with. By the time you get to the last few letters, the pictures are of the mutilated bodies of your close friends and family members.

Eventually you reach the last letter. You don't want to know what's in it, but it's not like you have a choice now. You peel the letter open, and it's a picture of yourself. Not dead, eyes intact, no limbs missing. It's a picture of you entering your apartment building earlier that day, shortly before you collected your disgusting letters. As you hear a door elsewhere in your apartment open, you black out.

[Radahr Manasponge]

Originally Posted by Felith1

lol copypasta

edit: Found a better one.


You were out of town for the weekend. When you came back to your apartment, your mailbox was stuffed full. At least 30 letters. Letters with no return address, several of them felt soggy and heavy, as though they were recently wet, or perhaps contained a liquid. All of the letters have your name and address written on them, and many of them had your name scratched all over them in red in. They don't smell nice, they smell like rotting meat and old garbage and you're reluctant to take them back to your room, but curiosity gets the better of you.

So you manage to cart them all back to your room, you dump them in your kitchenette sink because you don't want them smelling up the rest of the apartment. You grab one that doesn't seem damp and isn't covered with writing, and open it up. There's pictures inside. Pictures of people you don't know, with their eyes torn out, teeth missing, unhinged jaws hanging open, throats ripped out. You're horrified and yet you can't help but wonder what's in the rest of the letters. You open more, and more to discover increasingly gruesome photos of dead people. Piles of bodies with limps missing, splayed open corpses on operating tables with their vital organs removed, hanged bodies that have been gutted and bled dry. Some of the soggy letters had blood and other fluids in them.

The more letters you open, the more you notice that not all of the people are strangers. Some of them were people you see at work, others people you went to high school with. By the time you get to the last few letters, the pictures are of the mutilated bodies of your close friends and family members.

Eventually you reach the last letter. You don't want to know what's in it, but it's not like you have a choice now. You peel the letter open, and it's a picture of yourself. Not dead, eyes intact, no limbs missing. It's a picture of you entering your apartment building earlier that day, shortly before you collected your disgusting letters. As you hear a door elsewhere in your apartment open, you black out.

This is so fucking WIN.

[Vatoreus]

Thanks Felith you dick, nightmares for fucking weeks now.

[ruination]

Originally Posted by Radahr Manasponge

This is so fucking WIN.

Definitely. Awesome copypasta find man.

I've seen a ghost before, my grandmother used to live in a house built during the civil war. All of us kids would sleep in the floor of their room (because we liked too I guess, don't remember, was like 5 or 6 at the time.) Anyway, one night I woke up to see two red dots floating across the room. I followed them all the way across, and as they passed through the doorway I got up to follow them and they were gone as soon as they turned the corner. I didn't say anything about it until I was about 13 when my family was talking about that house, and ALL of my siblings (five of em) said they had seen the same thing, and I then told them I had seen it too. After much speculation we think they were eyes!

Anyway, that's the only ghost I can ever remember seeing. A few of my siblings claimed to have seen other ghosts in the upper stories of the house, but I never journeyed up there alone, was too afraid. My mom and grandmother claimed to have felt my grandmothers father's hand placed on their shoulder in the house I'm in now (was owned by him and he died in the master bedroom), they said they'd feel a hand on their shoulder, and get enveloped in cold air, and they just "knew" it was him or some shit.

[Salshun]

Not a ghost story, but freaky as hell just the same. When I was growing up, my best friend of the time's mother was a twin. She and her sister had had some freaky shit happen; knowing when the other one was in trouble, bringing shit home from the grocery story for the other without having been told they needed it, things like that.

One time we were all doing some work around the house. His aunt was on the roof laying some shingles while his mom was inside working on the fireplace mantle. His mom dropped a knife from the mantle that did this perfect fall right into her foot. We saw it happen and instead of his mom screaming, she calmly said "I can't feel a thing!". Then we heard his aunt on the roof just start screaming her head off that her foot was killing her. She managed to climb down the latter and go into the house. When his aunt saw his mom suddenly his mom started screaming about her foot. His aunt felt the pain until his they saw each other then his mom felt it.

Freaky shit.

[James]

Ahem,

Originally Posted by PigBenis

Have you ever seen a ghost?

Originally Posted by James

Nope.