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The Top Ten Best GHOST PHOTOGRAPHS Ever Taken
http://theknightshift.blogspot.com ^ | 10/14/05 | Christopher Knight

Posted on 10/18/2005 8:33:39 PM PDT by lowbridge

The Top Ten Best GHOST PHOTOGRAPHS Ever Taken

The other night I happened to catch Ghost Hunters on the Sci-Fi Channel. It’s an hour-long show that follows the members of TAPS (The Atlantic Paranormal Society) as they investigate reputedly haunted locations, in an attempt to document and de-bunk supposed ghostly infestations. I'd never seen the show before but I came away very impressed by these guys: they're regular working joes – the founders are Roto-Rooter plumbers by day – who do their investigations on nights and weekends in a completely professional and ethical manner. They scrutinize everything and make thorough reports to the proprietors of the sites they look into. If there's nothing that can't be explained, they say so. If there is bizarre stuff going on that doesn't fit on the charts, they report that too, without embellishing it for what it might or might not be.

It made me recollect a night a little over five years ago, when I was part of a ghost hunt. There were about seven or eight of us – two reporters (myself included), a professional photographer, and a selection of other responsible individuals – that a newspaper sent in to spend the night at what is said to be one of the most famously haunted hotels in America. It was meant to be "part Scooby-Doo and part Blair Witch", my editor said. We were supposed to treat it seriously, but also have some fun while we were there: not to take it TOO seriously. 'Cuz then we might fall into the trap of believing things that our subconscious minds wanted us to believe. Our editor worked it out with hotel management for us to have what was supposed to be the most haunted room in the entire place to use as our homebase: we'd meet back every hour and swap notes. In the meantime we were free to go wherever, just so long as we didn't bother the guests. We didn't have anything like electro-magnetic field detectors or night-view videocameras, but we did have several photographic cameras (including one loaded with infrared film) and my audio tape recorder that I used to speak notes into and record whatever else.

Long story short: we came away from that night with more than we expected. A lot more. There's a photograph taken that night that I wish I could post here, but the copyright belongs to someone else, so it wouldn't be right for me to do that. I made myself look at it again after watching Ghost Hunters, even though five years later it still gives me the freezing willies. We took several pics with the infrared film: in four of the photos (including two from the "haunted" room) there are unexplained signatures that show up. It's the one in the hallway that's really disturbing: it was the day after we got the photos back that we realized there was a woman's face hanging neck-high in mid-air down the hallway. There was nothing there when we took the photo, and don't ask me why we chose to take a picture at that exact moment: the whole story is coming someday from another venue, and I don't want to steal their thunder by talking about it here. There was also the matter of my tape recorder: it picked up some very spooky sounds – a voice whispering – while we were in another building on-site. There were two people in that room at the time, and this wasn't a voice from either of us.

Do I believe in ghosts? Well, given the evidence we collected firsthand that night, I now admit to believing that there's something we can’t explain in terms of the normal world that’s at work here. My own personal theory? If there are such things as ghosts, I don't believe they're "spiritual" in nature at all. My thinking is that they are some kind of "recording" left in a place that sometimes replays itself: a recording in time and space. It might have something to do with quantum physics. Or this might all be a little too wacky anyway. But you tell me: would you say you don't believe in spooks if your tape recorder picked up a weird voice saying "Let me out..."?

Anyway, at the time I wound up doing a lot of research into real-life hauntings, including the many apparent photographs of ghosts taken over the years. Some I'd seen before and others were brand-new to me. It's been something I've made an occasional study on in the years since. A number of them "stuck with me". Since we're now getting into the Halloween season, I thought it might be fun (and maybe even horizon-broadening) if I shared here what I thought were the top ten ghostly photographs taken to date.

So far as I can tell, these are the real deal. Meaning that they've been sifted through with a fine-tooth comb by people who know photography and have withstood all scrutiny. These are the pictures that simply can't be explained, or at least haven't yet according to anything we can explain currently. That doesn't leave very many photos for serious consideration: there are tons of professed ghost photos. Most of them are explained away with extreme ease: Too many "ghosts" are simply camera straps that got in the way of the lens. Ghostly "orbs" are probably nothing more than light scintillating off of dust particles. Some ghostly images are mere double exposures (an example of which is glimpsed in the movie The Godfather). Occam's Razor applies bigtime here: the simplest explanation tends to be the correct one. Tends to be, that is...

So with all that in mind, for your viewing pleasure (and excluding the one photo that I've already said I can't show here, even though it's really unsettling to look at) and just in time for Halloween, here are what I consider to be:

The Top Ten Best GHOST PHOTOGRAPHS Ever Taken


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KEYWORDS: ghost; ghosts; photographs
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1 posted on 10/18/2005 8:33:40 PM PDT by lowbridge
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To: CurlyBill

bump


2 posted on 10/18/2005 8:34:05 PM PDT by lowbridge
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To: lowbridge

BOO!


3 posted on 10/18/2005 8:36:19 PM PDT by apackof2 (There's two theories to arguin' with a woman. Neither one works. Will Rogers)
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To: apackof2
ACK!

DON'T do that!!!

4 posted on 10/18/2005 8:43:57 PM PDT by lowbridge
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To: lowbridge

Not bad. Especially effective when viewed from the cozy confines of a deserted office...


5 posted on 10/18/2005 9:00:10 PM PDT by KayEyeDoubleDee (const tag& constTagPassedByReference)
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To: lowbridge

creepy but cool BTTT!


6 posted on 10/18/2005 9:03:08 PM PDT by Mama Shawna
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To: lowbridge

"My thinking is that they are some kind of "recording" left in a place that sometimes replays itself: a recording in time and space. It might have something to do with quantum physics."

I don't follow this logic given the photos on the website. How would a "recording" walk in to a group picture and smile, as per the guy killed by the prop in 1919?

Great ghost pics, the best I have seen. The typical explanation for ghosts is that they are departed spirits that either don't realize they are dead or are stuck between the earth and the after life because of some trauma, addiction, love, or any powerful emotional force.

I have never seen one myself but know people who swear they have...the look in their eye when they tell me about it is quite convincing....at least it convinces me that they believe they saw a ghost.

Another explanation is that they don't exist and this is all a croc....but that's no fun!


7 posted on 10/18/2005 10:02:46 PM PDT by fizziwig
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To: lowbridge
great thread! just in time for the season finale of Ghost Hunters too...great pics by the way.
8 posted on 10/19/2005 6:18:18 AM PDT by mistress_of_tantra (I am back alive and well)
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To: lowbridge

9 posted on 10/19/2005 1:32:32 PM PDT by finnman69 (cum puella incedit minore medio corpore sub quo manifestu s globus, inflammare animos)
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To: lowbridge

Great pictures thanks. About 15 years ago we took some pictures in the Tower of London in England. Two of the pictures have what looks like smoke in them. In one the smoke is hazy and spreading in the other it has formed into 2 figures standing side by side, as if they were posing for their picture. There was no smoke of any kind when we took the pictures. Boo!


10 posted on 10/19/2005 2:04:43 PM PDT by Ditter
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To: Prime Choice; The Great RJ; Ciexyz; B4Ranch; johnny7; Monty22; Badeye; Sam's Army; Viking2002; ...

Ghost Ping!!


11 posted on 10/19/2005 5:44:56 PM PDT by CurlyBill (Liberals --- Aggressively spreading the "Culture of Weakness")
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To: CurlyBill

Thankyou!!

12 posted on 10/19/2005 6:33:15 PM PDT by Lady Jag (All I want is a kind word, a warm bed, and unlimited power)
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To: CurlyBill

Well, the first photo was debunked as a fake sometime in the '80s, so I don't hold out much hope for the rest.


13 posted on 10/19/2005 6:38:41 PM PDT by Junior (From now on, I'll stick to science, and leave the hunting alien mutants to the experts!)
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To: fizziwig
I have never seen one myself but know people who swear they have...the look in their eye when they tell me about it is quite convincing....at least it convinces me that they believe they saw a ghost.

My personal ghost story:

My parents had divorced when I was around 5 or 6. My mother got custody of us kids and my father moved to another state. As a result, we fell out of touch with my fathers side of the family and my contacts with my father was few and far between. When my grandmother died, I did not learn about it until two years after the fact when I went with my father to my grandfathers home to stay over for the weekend. I was about 13 or 14 years old at the time. My grandfathers house was a two family apartment house in the city. My grandmother and grandfather lived their entire married life in the apartment on the top and usually rented out the apartment on the bottom.

My grandparents apartment was shaped like a capital "i" The two bedrooms are back to back of each other in the back of the apartment (the top of the "i") the long hallway in the middle of the "i" Halfway down the hallway is the entrance to the only bathroom. The bottom of the "i" is the eat in kitchen and the living room (back to back just like the bedrooms). The living room and kitchen is seperated by a wall with two open doorways (no doors), one at each end of the living room.

After my grandmother died (she died peacefully in her sleep on the couch in the living room) my grandfather moved out of the master bedroom and moved into the second bedroom in order to preserve the master bedroom as it was when my grandmother died. A way of preserving a memory of her. On my first day at my grandfathers house, my father and grandfather filled me in on what has been going on with their side of the family. Among which, they both claimed that my grandfathers apartment was haunted by the ghost of my grandmother. I thought that they were both trying to have a bit of fun at my expense. I loved to read about true ghost tales, but I wasn't buying my father's and grandfathers ghost stories.

One such story, according to my grandfather, he took a nap on the couch in the living room (the same couch my grandmother died on). He awoke to the sight of my grandmother standing there, looking lovingly down at him. He got a very good and long look at her before she vanished right before his very eyes.

My grandfather also told me that, when she was alive, one of my grandmothers habits was during the night was to come out of the bedroom, go to the kitchen to get herself a cold drink from the refrigerator. The door to the master bedroom often got a bit stuck in the door jamb and if you were inside the bedroom, you had to pull it open with all of your might which created quite a bit of noise. (Indeed, I got to know what the sound was like because upon my arrival, my father showed me my grandmothers bedroom and he had to roughly push the door open). So, she'd pull the door open noisily, she'd shuffle down the long hallway (my grandmother always shuffled when she walked) and then she'd pull open the door to the fridge, causing the bottles in the door to clink against each other (when my grandmother was alive, and even after she died, they were still putting soft drinks in glass bottles instead of plastic). Then she'd have her drink and go back to bed. According to my grandfather, even though she was no longer alive, she still made the same trip from time to time.

My grandfather would be sitting in the living room in his favorite chair watching tv....he'd hear the distinctive sound of the bedroom door being roughly pulled open, the sound of shuffling feet down the hallway, the creak in the floor (the part of the hallway floor, directly in front of the bathroom door, would creak whenever someone would walk over it), more shuffling, then he would hear the fridge door being pulled open and hear the sound of the bottles in the fridge door clinking against each other.

Many is the time, he said, that instead of hearing these sounds from the living room, he'd be sitting in the kitchen giving him a vantage point of being able to look up into the hallway itself, the sounds would start, but he would see nothing. Even though he would hear shuffling footsteps, he'd see no one walking down the hallway towards him. Even though he would hear the fridge door opening and the bottles clinking against each other, he would not see the fridge door opening even though he was sitting only a few feet away.

I refused to believe these stories. I had not seen or heard a ghost in my life (even though I was a believer) and I assumed that I would never experience a haunting in my lifetime. How wrong I was.

That night, my grandfather went to his next door neighbors house to play some poker while my father and I prepared to go to bed. Because my grandfather was preserving the master bedroom and had moved into the second bedroom, my father and I slept on the couch in the living room (yes, the same exact one my grandmother had died on) which opened into a double bed. My father went right to sleep while I stayed up to read.

I'm laying there in the couch bed alongside my sleeping father, the lights in the living room was off, but the lights to the kitchen was on and it was bright enough to shine through the living room doorways on both ends of the room which provided enough light to let me read.

After a while, I heard the distinctive sound of the door to my grandmothers bedroom being roughly pulled open, then I hear the sound of shuffling feet, the I hear the sound of the creak in the hallway floor in front of the bathroom, then I hear more shuffling, then I hear the sound of the fridge door opening and the sound of glass bottles clinking against each other. Thinking nothing of it (already I had forgotten about my grandfathers ghost story) and feeling a little thirsty, I decided to join my grandfather in a cold drink. So I hop out of bed, go through the living room doorway nearest my side of the bed and go into the kitchen only to find myself standing there all alone. At first I'm a little puzzled. I could have sworn I heard my grandfather come out of the bedroom, shuffle down the hallway (my grandfather also shuffled when he walked, but only when he got tired) and open the fridge door.

THEN I came to the realization that my grandfather was STILL at his neighbors house playing poker and had not yet come home. And on top of that I realized that the sound of the door being pulled open that I heard, was the door to the master bedroom, the bedroom my grandfather had not slept in since my grandmother had died. THEN I remembered my grandfathers ghost story. And then I started to get scared.

I had to work up the courage to move my legs, and then from the kitchen, I raced towards the living room doorway that was near my fathers side of the bed, ran into the living room, did a perfect 10 point leap right over the sleeping body of my father and landed in my side of the bed.

I laid there in bed for a while looking at my father, wishing he wasn't sleeping so that he could comfort me in my fright.

Soon after I pulled the covers over my head, (not out of fright, but because in those days it was my habit to sleep with the covers pulled over me completely, head and all) and went to sleep.

But that wasn't the end of this haunting. I always was a very heavy sleeper and could sleep through anything, but sometime during that night, all of the sudden, I woke up with a start, (laying on my right side, facing my father's side of the bed, covers still completely over my head) with a paralyzing fear going up and down my spine. A feeling that I have never felt before that night or since. I just laid there completely paralyzed with fear.

My brain was still in working order and I kept asking myself, "Why am I so scared? What am I so afraid of? Why can't I move?"

I decided to turn my head and then take the cover off of my face in the hopes I would find out what was scaring me. When I decided to simply turn my head, it was easier said than done, for it took me what seemed like several minutes just to work up the courage to turn it. I finally got around to turning my head to the left.....only to see a shadowy outline of a womans head and shoulders being cast onto the underside of my blanket (which was still covering my face and body). The shadow was kind of rocking from side to side. AND I could hear heavy breathing coming FROM the shadow. I know it wasn't my father because he slept soundly and he was laying down, while the shadow was in a standing positionand he was sleeping on the opposite side of me. The distinctive thing about my grandmother was that she had a beehive hairdo (One of the things I remember about her). Even years after it went out of style, she had a small beehive up untill the last few months before her death. (I know this because of the pictures taken of her that my grandfather showed me) This shadowy outline of a head and shoulders being cast onto my blanket, the top of the head had the distinctive shape of a beehive hairdo.

Then I decided to tear the blanket off from over my face to see what was casting that shadow onto me and my blanket. Again, this was easier said than done for, what with that paralyzing fear still with me, it took me several minutes just to work up the courage to move my hand to grab the blanket and pull it off my face.....only to see absolutely nothing standing there. And the paralyzing fear went away in a split second as if it was never there.

The kitchen light was still on and was shining through the living room doorways. I sat up and looked around at the rest of the living room and at my father (who was still sleeping peacefully). Everything was still in place. That wasn't the end of it.

I laid back down, pulled the cover back over my face. From underneath my blanket, I looked back in the direction from where the shadow came from and saw nothing there except for the bright light of the kitchen shining on me. No sound of any heavy breathing either. I somehow fell back to sleep, only to wake up again with a start, AGAIN laying on my right side facing my father, AGAIN with a paralyzing fear going up and down my spine. And again I had to work up the courage just to turn my head to the left only to find the shadowy outline of a womans head (with the shape of a beehive hairdo) and shoulders being cast onto my blanket. And yet AGAIN the shadow was rocking back and forth and breathing heavily. And yet AGAIN I had to work up the courage to tear the blanket off of my face only to find nothing there. I pulled the blanket back over my face to find the shadow gone, the heavy breathing gone, etc., and fell back asleep only to have the same things happen to me again and again.

Wake up on my right side paralyzed with fear, work up courage just to turn my head only to find myself staring at a shadowy outline of a head, with beehive, and shoulders, worked up the courage to tear the blanket off of my face only to find nothing there, pulled the covers back over my head to find the shadow gone.

That still wasn't the end of it.

It happened to me so many times that night that I lost count. Maybe a dozen or a dozen and a half, I don't remember. I do remember that after the fifth or sixth time it happened, I was angrily looking at my still sleeping father asking myself why couldn't he be awake and make all of this stop happening. I felt such fear of going back to sleep knowing that it was going to happen to me again and at the same time I had a fear of staying up because I did not want to see with my own eyes what was scaring me. Yet, I would fall asleep, hoping the last time WAS the last time, and yet it would happen again and again.

Finally the next morning, I confided to my father about everything that happened to me throughout the night...from hearing the bedroom door being pulled open, to the shuffling footsteps and fridge door being pulled open, to me going into the kitchen finding no one there and remembering that my grandfather was still next door, to going to sleep only to wake up paralyzed with fear, working up the courage to simply turn my head, to the shadowy outline of a head and shoulders (with beehive hairdo) rocking back and forth, to the heavy breathing, to the tearing the blanket off my face only to find nothing there, and the many repeat performances throughout the night, etc. I expected to be told that I was just seeing and hearing things, but instead he smiled and exclaimed: "That was Grandma!!!"

14 posted on 10/19/2005 6:44:32 PM PDT by lowbridge
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To: lowbridge

Good story. How many nights did you stay there? Did your father ever admit to experiencing your grandmother's spirit like you did?


15 posted on 10/19/2005 7:21:09 PM PDT by Ditter
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To: lowbridge

I regret I did not hear your story over a campfire and several shots of jack daniels...good one!

A skeptic would say that you had a sleep disorder brought on by the suggestion of your father and grandfather earlier in the day. But, you had the experience and you know best. Like I said I have never seen a ghost but I have had other psychic experiences that I know were the real deal and not some psycho creepshow. However, I don't indulge the psychic world, it can be dangerous...at least it seems so to me.

Beehive hairdo's were frightening enough in the real world, but a ghost with one...youza!!! :)


16 posted on 10/19/2005 7:40:24 PM PDT by fizziwig
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To: CurlyBill; All

I have a strange picture from the restaurant my husband cooks at. I have no idea how to post it and don't have it hosted anywhere. If someone else wants to post it, let me know and I can send it to you!


17 posted on 10/19/2005 8:13:29 PM PDT by conservative cat
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To: lowbridge
My Mom told me that her Dad came to see and speak to her several days after he died. She said he came to say goodbye. She wasn't scared because she knew it was him.

I've always wished that my Mom would contact me, but I haven't been that lucky.

18 posted on 10/19/2005 8:22:57 PM PDT by janetgreen
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To: Ditter
How many nights did you stay there?

Two nights. Friday night and Saturday night. The haunting experience occured on the Friday night.

On Saturday night I sat in my Grandfather's favorite chair (same living room as the previous nights haunting) while watching the two tv shows The Love Boat and Fantasy Island (still on the air at the time) My Grandfather was at his neighbors house (again) and my father was enjoying the night air, sitting in a chair out on the front porch of Grandfather's apartment. This could have been my imagination, but as I was watching Fantasy Island, I could've SWORN I heard heavy breathing on my left. VERY close to my left ear. Nothing from my right side. Every so often I would turn the sound off on the tv to make sure I was hearing what I thought I was hearing. Sure enough, heavy breathing,. But there was NO ONE standing there. And the living room was well lit.

Somewhere in the middle of Fantasy Island, I just couldnt take the sound of the heavy breathing anymore. It was just too unnerving. I got up and went outside to my Father. I told him about the heavy breathing and this time he told me that I was hearing things. :-(

Anyways, I slept soundly that Saturday night. I was half expecting another night like Friday night, but instead, thankfully, I slept like a baby that night.

Did your father ever admit to experiencing your grandmother's spirit like you did?

He admitted to hearing what my Grandfather heard, and what I heard too at the beginning of the haunting...the sound of the bedroom door being roughly pulled open, the sound of Grandmother shuffling down the hallway, the creak in the floor in front of the bathroom, and the fridge door being pulled open.

That part of the haunting he told me he experienced himself before. The REST of what I experienced, he never told me if he did or didnt experience the same (I should've asked).

19 posted on 10/19/2005 8:25:07 PM PDT by lowbridge
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To: lowbridge; CurlyBill
Brrrr....

That ghost on the staircase is a classic...and still gives me the eebie-jeebies!

20 posted on 10/19/2005 8:27:02 PM PDT by kstewskis ("I don't know what I know, but I know that it's big".....Jerry Fletcher)
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