Do you believe in 'ghosts'?

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I'm not a woo person by nature, I'm more of a sceptic but there has been two or three occasions where I've encountered something unexplainable.

Do you believe in the paranormal?

YANBU - yes (please explain why)
YABU - no, it's a load of bollocks

Yes. I've seen 2 of my previous Ddogs, just once each. The second one was absolutely unbelievable - as clear and solid as when he was alive. One of my previous Dcats was around for quite a while though - never actually saw him but heard his footsteps on the wooden floor, coming from the hallway in to the living room. (he was a Maine Coon, so a decent sized cat with big heavy feet!) Even my current Ddogs heard that, as they all turned and looked. They just settled back down though, just as they would when the cat was alive. Haven't heard that for a while now though.

I've also had strange things happen not long after my nephew was killed by a drunk driver. Not scary things, just daft stuff like things disappearing then turning up a day or so later right in the middle of the bed in the spare room. I had previously put my nephew's photograph away because it upset me, but I brought it back out and had a little conversation with it, and now the photo is always on display, even though I've moved house since then.

The thing with 'ghost stories' though is that loads of people have them, they believe their own (obviously), but don't believe anyone else's!

Yes, definitely!

Yes Mamapep, that can be true too, and our brains will fill in gaps rather than acknowledge them. We can also hallucinate surprisingly easily. But the hand on head thing felt different from anything that had ever happened to me before or since - and it was a good 20+ years ago.

I believe in ghosts, to a point. I haven’t seen one and do not want to see one but things have happened in our house that makes me think something is around.

My dd was in the hall and spoke to “me” in my bedroom. But I was in the kitchen at the time.

Same dd and I both heard some giggle in the hall. I thought it was dd and she thought it was me. Was neither of us...

Other dd and I thought we’d called to each other from different rooms. I heard her call mum, she heard me call dd, was neither of us.

My dh was in the bedroom and saw someone walk past the bedroom door. No family member was in the hall at the time.

Whatever it is seems to be in the hall. Our living room door to the hall has glass panels in it and sometimes I think I see something move out of the corner of my eye in the hall, but I just ignore it. Probably my imagination, but you never know.

@niceupthedance

I have never seen a ghost but have had plenty of unexplained things happening and I've had premonitions/visions of things which happened in the next 24 hours

Me too! I have moments where I know I've been there before and it scares me.

No. Once you factor in human tendencies to discern patterns/faces in things, tiredness, poor light, being half-awake or dozing, optical illusions, superstitions, hypnagogic and hypnagogic hallucination, suggestibility (especially when in groups of teenagers with an ouija board at night, or in someone already nervy or rattled, alone somewhere that frightens them), over-imaginative young children, superstitions, a liking for a ‘good story’,and a desperate human desire to believe in life after death, that pretty much covers it.

I don't doubt that people genuinely believe they've seen a ghost, but can largely explained away by the factors above. Plus, photography has existed for nearly 200 years, portable home cameras have been relatively widely available since the interwar period. In the last 20 years camera and video phones have become the norm, so most people in the developed world and a good portion of the developing world have had the means to capture a clear and unambiguous image of a ghost in all this time?

@MilkMoon

No. Once you factor in human tendencies to discern patterns/faces in things, tiredness, poor light, being half-awake or dozing, optical illusions, superstitions, hypnagogic and hypnagogic hallucination, suggestibility (especially when in groups of teenagers with an ouija board at night, or in someone already nervy or rattled, alone somewhere that frightens them), over-imaginative young children, superstitions, a liking for a ‘good story’,and a desperate human desire to believe in life after death, that pretty much covers it.

Have to agree with this.

Yes. I don't believe in god as it's too far fetched for me but I've seen ghosts with my own eyes.

Ì see a ghost in my new house. Didn't tell anyone as it would sound like I'm mental. My brother visited and see the same ghost in the same place and told me as in 'omg I nearly shit myself just see a woman in a white dress with long hair stood in your kitchen'. How would we both see it? Spooky.

Ddog has just run up to comfort me, I am guessing because he sensed that my hair is standing on end at all these stories.

see a woman in a white dress with long hair stood in your kitchen'. How would we both see it? Spooky.

It'salways a woman with a long white dress and hair. I wonder what the rest of the undead do as women with long white dresses do the haunting. You think they'd be a bit of variety in costume at least, laundry bills in the afterlife must be staggering. The women in the long white dresses must job share with the legions of Roman soldiers with no feet (as the road was lower then)

My best guess is that you and your brother experienced the same trick of the light, creating the illusion of a woman long white dress I'm a please neither of you were familiar with.

Yes, seen one 😱

I've told my story on here before but will again. I still don't know, I've never seen a ghost or apparition but what I did experience was real and beyond anything I could think rational.

I was 25 yrs old and recently got a promotion in work from one city to another. A lady a worked with told me she had a flat to let in a high rise in the city I was moving to and it was mine to rent if I wanted it. I jumped at the chance!

On the day scheduled to visit the flat I was with my mum and we met my workmate who took us to the flat. My workmate had her husband in the car. my workmate and husband were in their 60s and I was aware that the husband had some health problems but he was fine on the journey.

The flat itself was a multi story (or high rise) in a not brilliant area but I wasn't put off by that at all, it was 1/2 hour bus from work had shops nearby etc, was perfect for me.

We went up to the flat and had a look around. It was where my workmate had brought up her kids before she met her current husband. We were looking out the window of the living room when the husband came up behind me and said " don't fling yourself out the window whatever you do " my workmate quickly hushed her husband and we went back to business as usual.

I moved into the flat in September. My mum stayed with me for the first few days then went home. Oh my god I was lonely. I had transferred with work from one city to another so I knew people already. My new workmates were lovely, we were all young, trainees together. I couldn't have wished for more friendship and nights out than I had. But, I was lonely, and depressed. The world weighed heavily on my shoulders whenever I went home.

I started to go home to my own city on weekends and the fog would lift then I always had to go back to the flat...

I honestly never saw anything in the flat or felt anything specific when I was there, it just brought me down, down down.

After spending a brilliant Christmas at home early in the new year I decided enough was enough, I had to move out. I was willing to give up my great career in a great city and just head home, I knew I had to do it.

On February 2nd my dad and my uncle were due with a van to remove my stuff (the flat was furnished so it was only my personal belongings). I packed everything and moved it all out to the communal hallway so all we had to do was put everything in a couple of trips of the lift and we'd be done.

With everything packed up all I had to do was wait for my dad.

To explain the flat, you came in the front door, immediately opposite was a large closet, to the right a short corridor then immediately ahead was a long corridor which had a bathroom to the left, the bedroom to the right and the living room and kitchen at the end of the long corridor. I had tidied everything for my workmate and made sure all windows were shut.

I was sat at the end of the long corridor, opposite the living room door with my back against the wall, waiting for my dad to call me. All of a sudden that living room door BANGED shut with all the might I couldn't comprehend.

I hightailed it out there and met my dad outside the block!

I later learned that my workmates son had committed suicide from the flat.

I've had several occasions of waking up and feeling a weight of something on the bed. It doesn't feel threatening and I don't look to see what it is and only feel freaked about it in the morning! It is a definite weight of something though.

No if there was a bunch of free energy to be had in the form of magic deadpeople we'd be using it to power the telly by now

No if there was a bunch of free energy to be had in the form of magic deadpeople we'd be using it to power the telly by now

I dunno, every 18 year-old woman in a pastel coloured Fiat 500 has seemingly had their car converted to run on pixie dust if the sticker on the back window is anything to go by. Only works of you stick fake eyelashes on and give it a clichéd Italian name.

I believe that we can see 'images' that cannot be explained.

I have three experiences that make me believe this. I'd love to be able to rationalize it but I can't.

No, I don't believe in ghosts, never have, never will.

I meant to select 'YANBU' but accidentally hit 'YABU' - oops!

@Buttonmoonb4tea that’s very interesting! Weirdly, unbeknownst to me at the time, my dad had an experience of something similar years before, he just never told me. He lived in a Georgian mansion that had been turned into flats, was out on the gravel drive smoking on a dark foggy night, and saw red glowing eyes in the gloom pass him by as he was frozen in place with fear. He said he could hear the crunch of its feet on the gravel and the panting as it went past.

I saw my old dog several times after he died. He was still a fairly young dog, but had a lot of health problems and eventually he had to be put to sleep aged five. One night shortly after we all heard him drinking from his bowl in the kitchen. He had a very distinctive tail that was like a fan and we used to see it out of the corner of our eye for months after he died.

@StormBaby how strange! Was the incident that happened to you in the same area as your dad's experience?

[quote Buttonmoonb4tea]@StormBaby how strange! Was the incident that happened to you in the same area as your dad's experience?[/quote]
Same county but miles apart

God this one is so stupid and must have an explanation but dd and I were walking down a path we'd not been on before. For some reason (maybe a sound?) we both turned to look over our shoulders and saw an elderly lady on a mobility scooter following behind us.
We crossed over and as we looked both ways noticed she wasn't there anymore.
On the way back to the car we walked back along the same road and there was a big hedge straight down the road so no where for her to have turned off in the few seconds we had seen her. (No exits on the opposite side of the road either.) she must have turned around or something but for the life of us we couldn't figure out where she had gone in the time we saw her and lost sight of her given the layout of the area 😂

I’ve never seen or experienced anything, but I know extremely rational and level headed people who have. And who have been shocked out of any former scepticism.

Santaiscovidfree, the son of next door neighbours of friends of ours, was simply checking his emails when he was exceedingly shaken to see their former dog, who’d died some years previously.

In the house next door (semi detached converted barn) a much loved dog was on his very last legs, he was PTS the next day.
The two dogs had been best friends, so it was thought that the former friend had come to keep the other company on his way.

A niece had a dog that refused to enter a certain part of an old house they’d moved into. None of the family had sensed anything remotely creepy or spooky so he wasn’t picking it up from them.

However a local woman with ‘the gift’ came (unpaid) and explained what had happened there (not nice) and who it was who felt unable to leave. But she asked him to go, and he evidently went, since after that the dog was perfectly happy to enter that area.

How sceptics would explain such behaviour in a dog I don’t know, but I’m sure they’d have a good try!