Posted on 10/26/2006 4:29:07 AM PDT by CurlyBill
Here is the annual haunted thread. Post your true ghost stories here... This has been somewhat popular ovedr the last three years given the feedback I've received. We just need to keep bumping the thread and keep it active.
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Until a few years ago, I lived in a 90-year old house on the outskirts of Baltimore City.
My next-door neighbor’s house was built in 1837. A lovely old stone house, it had a tunnel in the cellar that went back into the hillside behind for quite some distance until a collapse made it impossible to tell how far back it really went. There was another house on the street above and up the hill that was of a similar age. We didn’t know if the tunnel connected the two houses or not but the theories we concocted were intriguing; a tunnel that connected two clandestine lovers or a stop on the Underground Railroad…
In any case my neighbors were sure their house was haunted. The lights in attic would go off and on without warning and the kitchen cabinets would swing wide open and shut without warning or reason. The husband was a home improvement contractor and a practical guy and would have figured out the usual earthly causes for such things; faulty wiring, misaligned cabinets or bad hinges but he never could figure it out. The wife was a well-educated English teacher. They also often heard unexplained footsteps and saw shadows of human shapes that were not there in the flesh. They were freaked out a first but then just accepted they were not alone and whatever it was, it was not harmful and they accepted it.
The front room of my house I used as an office. Many times I’d be working at the computer and I’d hear voices. It sounded a bit like voices on a radio, like on an AM station not quite tuned in or like voices talking on the street outside. When I’d hear it, I’d get up to investigate but as soon as I’d leave the room the voices would stop. I’d even turn off the computer thinking I was picking interference or radio waves but the same thing would happen. I couldn’t make out what was being said but they were definitely human voices. The funny thing is when ever I’d hear them my dog and cat would get up and look around, leave the room and not come back in for the remainder of the evening.
But my real “ghost” story happened right after my father died. He had been living with me and the front room I’d been using as my office was his bedroom when he passed away.
Dad had a cat named Zelda. My father was very close to Zelda, especially after my mother died. I swear Zelda kept my father going and he doted on her like a child.
After he died, for weeks on end, every evening after my husband and I went to bed, we’d hear Zelda running around downstairs and around that front room. Then we’d hear her “talk”. It wasn’t’ like a regular cat’s meow, it really did sound like she was looking for and talking to someone. After a few weeks it stopped. Zelda is still living with me and she hasn’t repeated the “talking”.
I don’t believe in ghosts or the supernatural but…..
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Most mother-in-laws haunt the entire planet.
I've not ever seen a ghost. But I've felt a spirit a number of times. The church I used to work at had an older member who had been very active in the church for years. Chief financial officer, deacon etc. He was a tall, spare man. You couldn't hear him walk most times. After he passed away, there were days that both I and the office manager "knew" he was in the building checking on things! It happened more often in the very tense period of time before I resigned my job there.
My motherinlaw has told the story of going in to check on my husband one night when he was a teen and seeing his guardian angel standing at the foot of his bed. He was very ill and she supposes that the angel was making sure he made it through the night.
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Your reference to "The Top Ten Best Ghost Photographs" is neat. Mr. M's great...grandfather's second wife is the #10 photo, "The Brown Lady of Raynham Hall". There's a great site that has the Townshend family history. Click at the top of the page for "additional images" of the beautiful Raynham estate, including the cemetery. Also, about halfway down is a link to the wonderfully scary ghost story of the Brown Lady herself, Dorothy Walpole Townshend.
If I could remember how to post pics, I'd show Dorothy as she was in the flesh and um, not so fleshed out. Sorry, y'all will have to check out both sites for that.
http://home.worldonline.co.za/~townshend/raynham.htm
Mine does that, too. The logical explaination would be the cats were hearing noises in the attic or walls of maybe squirrels or mice. But who knows.
While on vacation, we were coming in from the parking lot. When I passed a garbage can it started bouncing around and making all kinds of horrible noises. I was scared but more mad that it had scared me so I cursed it out. Then out flies a cat who was just as scared as I was.
Freaky!
When I was 13, we were vacationing and had taken a night cruise from Sweden to Finland. Being a kid, I was out wandering around the deck with another kid I'd met on out there (she didn't speak English and I didn't speak Swedish but that doesn't matter to kids, right!). It was late twilight, you know, dark but you can still see things. It was the perfect evening to be out stargazing but oddly there wasn't a single other passenger out there but us two kids. Suddenly, out of nowhere, about a 100 feet (I'm guessing here but that's how I remember it) off our starboard side an old sailing ship appeared. It was solid black, just like in your story. No reflection from our ships' lights or anything, just black. It was completely silent. It didn't have the sails up so the masts and everything was very haunting against the twilight. And it wasn't rolling with the waves. I wasn't scared but more like, "wow, a pirate ship!". I stood mesmerized for what seemed like forever but was probably only seconds as our liner passed it. When I turned to my friend to see her reaction to the ship, she was gone. I returned my gaze to the ship, but it was gone too. Needless to say, I ran back inside and down to our cabin as fast as I could.
spooky *BUMP*
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When do ghosts like to drink their coffee?
When it's been freshly booed!
(ok, well the 7 year old likes it).
Well, OK, no long story, but a very real one.
I was a student in a Catholic Seminary. One night I was in a half sleep, about to drop off when I felt "wings" flapping in my face.
It was close and quite violent and distinct; real wings, flapping strongly, immediately in front of my face. I brought my arms down instinctively from over my head on the pillow to capture the thing that was attacking me.
I thought a bird had gotten in my room and was landing on my chest, but when I flipped on the light, nothing. No bird, nothing. My roommate was snoring soundly through the whole thing, so I know it wasn't a joke or anything.
I thought latter about legends about the wings of death and such, and learned that other seminarians had had other strange experiences in the dorms.
It really makes you think about good and evil and the unseen.
bump to this great thread, i love all the different stories!
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