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You ever seen a ghost?
Strange but true tales from beyond the grave
Essex_boy

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Msg#: 9799 posted 12:13 am on Jan 15, 2006 (gmt 0)

Back in the early 90's I worked in loose association with an elderly woman who really should have retired years ago. I must have known her for around 5 years or so.

Anyway she retires and moves to London.

Around 6 weeks later im coming into work on the bus and I see her walking along the path in my direction. Now I thought this was odd at the time, as she was looking directly ahead in a fixed stare.

The bus stopped. She passed me and two women talking, neither glanced at her and her gaze never altered.

Bus moves off I pass within 2 foot of her and tap on the window to get her attention. Nothing.

Assuming she crossed over to go to the bakers (only shop on that side of the road) I get off and go look for her.

She cant be found anywhere which I thought was odd.

Get into work and later that morning I tell a workmate that I surprised Jan hadnt called yet having seen her in the town.

He stops dead in his tracks, 'oh didnt you know Jan died 2 weeks ago'.

Freaked me out, I swear I saw her as clearly as the person near you now.

 

grandpa

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Msg#: 9799 posted 12:42 pm on Jan 15, 2006 (gmt 0)

My ghost story is scarier! :) I've threatened once before to tell it...

Many years ago I was cruising for a little hole in the wall bar where I could drink without being bothered by anyone - someplace that didn't know me yet... I found it, and for a while all was well. There was a couple at a table and I was at the bar, keeping the bartender busy. After a while the fellow walks over and asks if I want to join a menage a trois. Apparently he had been hitting on the woman and convinced her to go along with the idea. Now he was pitching it to me. What the heck, I was drunk. Why not..?

Off we head to place I knew about, where I proceeded to have what still stands as the oddest experience of a sexual nature that I ever encountered. Afterward, I dropped him off back at the bar and drove her home. She had me stop a block or so away, and as I watched her walk down the sidewalk she suddenly vanished.

The next day at work, I opened the daily paper and on about page 5 or 6 there was a picture of a woman with a caption below that read something like, "Husband arrested in woman's murder". I looked at that picture a thousand times, it was her. I read the story. Apparently the woman I had been with on the previous night had actually been murdered on the previous afternoon, just hours before I met her.

jecasc

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Msg#: 9799 posted 12:56 pm on Jan 15, 2006 (gmt 0)

Don't know what scares me more. The ghosts or the thought of grandpa in a menage a trois. ;-)

Essex_boy

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Msg#: 9799 posted 1:31 pm on Jan 15, 2006 (gmt 0)

Close call.... Thats like the story I read in the Fortean times magazine a respected Dr and two staff were travelling through Iran in the late 50's, stopped and had a meal at a roadside cafe.

Later turns out that there wasnt a cafe there and had never been one.

grandpa

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Msg#: 9799 posted 1:49 pm on Jan 15, 2006 (gmt 0)

Thats like the story...
How in this world, or the other, are any of these stories like one another. Well, besides that they all involve ghostly apparitions. In keeping with the theme, jecasc, may you have nightmares for a week. We know what you'll be dreaming about. Heh heh heh .. I know there are more real live ghost tales out there.
Leosghost

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Msg#: 9799 posted 2:07 pm on Jan 15, 2006 (gmt 0)

How in this world, or the other

The more one gets out the more one discovers there are considerably more than 2 :)

BTW .I do like the idea of
real live ghost tales
:)

shows some people are "getting it" at last :)

Essex_boy

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Msg#: 9799 posted 3:35 pm on Jan 15, 2006 (gmt 0)

Thats like the story - should have said similar too

shorebreak

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Msg#: 9799 posted 6:22 pm on Jan 15, 2006 (gmt 0)

My Greek grandma lived with us for much of my youth, and her best friend - Mrs Leonides - lived down the street. I saw Mrs. Leonides many times at our house, but she didn't speak a word of English, nor I Greek, and so we were never able to communicate beyond her giving me warm smiles and saying 'Gooood boy' whenever she saw me.

While living away from home I had a dream one night that Mrs. Leonides called me on a toy telephone and was able to speak English. She told me I was a good boy and to take care of my Grandma who was a very good woman who deserved family looking after her. Of note, this was the only 'dream' I ever had involving Mrs. Leonides

A few days later I called home and found out that Mrs. Leonidas had died the day I had the dream about her.

So I guess you could say I had a telephone conversation with a ghost while dreaming.

-Shorebreak

grandpa

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Msg#: 9799 posted 6:54 pm on Jan 15, 2006 (gmt 0)

All of my ghosts seem to have met a violent end to mortality, almost a guarantee into ghosthood. In the neighborhood where I grew up, the original tract of a couple of hundred homes had one unusual feature. There was one house, and one only, made with a green brick. The yard was always lush and fertile, the trees in the yard all bore fruit, the bushes and ferns were thick and made great hiding places for all of us kids.

The house was across the street, and the M family lived there. Mr and Mrs M were known up and down the street for their loud arguments. He was a travelling salesman and we always knew when he was home. One day, the shouting stopped, never to be heard again. Likewise, their eldest child, a boy, one day suddenly disappeared, never to be seen or heard from again.

Now Mrs. M was by any standard crazy. And she passed that on to their oldest daughter. I never really thought about it, but they could have been witches.... maybe. Speculation has it that Mrs M did away with all of the male energy in the house, and scattered their remains around the yard.

Years later, and another family lives across the street. One day while in the house with only one other person, I observed the doorway at the end of the hall slowly open wide, then close again.

Another report came from yet another family in the house. One night while everyone was in the living room they heard the sound of breaking glass. On investigation they discovered the bathroom window broken, with all the glass on the outside as if it had been smashed from inside.

To this day I believe that the ghosts of Mr M and his son still reside on that property.

roycerus

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Msg#: 9799 posted 7:11 pm on Jan 15, 2006 (gmt 0)

"I see dead people...."

Leosghost

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Msg#: 9799 posted 7:26 pm on Jan 15, 2006 (gmt 0)

There is nothing at all unusual in that ..don't let it worry you ..one gets used to it and it's not exactly that they are dead and you are alive ..it's actually way more simple or complex or interesting ..or boring ..or whatever than that ..

but it isn't something to worry about ..;)

jecasc

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Msg#: 9799 posted 7:46 pm on Jan 15, 2006 (gmt 0)

I have a Poltergeist (rumbling ghost) in my computer. He does a lot of mischief. Like hiding files so I cannot find them anymore and slowing down or crashing programs. I call him "Bill".

rocknbil

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Msg#: 9799 posted 8:11 pm on Jan 15, 2006 (gmt 0)

grandpa - that is one tall tale. :-)

Well my wife is VERY spiritual, she has sensitivities to many things that we can't see or feel. Psychic is not the word she likes to use, she thinks it's more of an intuition because it's something she feels. We'll be in a supermarket and someone will pass by and she'll almost pass out because all of the emotions and psyche of the person will pass right into her, she sees their thoughts, feels their feeelings, and it's seldom very good.

In our home she often hears footsteps, feels the passage of an entity, she calls them her angels, but is not a Christian religious type at all.

But I'm dead as a post when it comes to spirituality no matter how hard I've tried to be open to such things. With one exception.

Since I can remember, streetlights go out when I go by. Sure, coincidence I say, but the more it happens the more I think this may be my only "link" and that "someone" is trying to tell me something.

I'm talking about every single time I go out to drive - EVERY time - at least one goes out as I drive by. Sometimes two or three in a drive. The more I chock it up to coincidence the more something tells me I should not ignore this, it could mean something.

Now, I know street lights burn out all the time. When I drive back by, those specific ones are burning brightly again (only to have another blink out as I pass.) It has not failed me that I may have just fixated on yet another meaningless blip in technology. But something keeps nagging at me about this.

I haven't a clue what it could mean. My favorite theory is that my ancestors (or someone, something) telling me that at some point in my life a light is going to go out and if I don't recognize it's significance and act accordingly something disasterous is going to happen, like the dying woman's last words in Signs. "Tell Brian to swing away." :-)

My wife's comments vary depending on whether she's tee'ed off at me or not. Tee'd off, "Bill you have a dark cloud following you and you're blotting out the light," in a good mood, "Bill it means are shining so brightly that you're overpowering the light and blotting it out." In either case we have a laugh over it. :-)

zootreeves

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Msg#: 9799 posted 8:29 pm on Jan 15, 2006 (gmt 0)

made with a green brick

Just one brick? :)

Syzygy

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Msg#: 9799 posted 11:43 pm on Jan 15, 2006 (gmt 0)

One night at Christmas this year - staying at my parents in Scotland - I was awoken from my sleep by the sound of breathing; short, shallow breaths - and it was very, very close to me. The first thing I presumed, of course, was that it was just a dream. However, I did turn on the bedside light to see if there was an obvious explanation - nothing.

I'm convinced wholeheartedly that what I heard was breathing - and it wasn't mine. One other thing that stood out; I wasn't riled by the sound or its possible implications at all. I find that strange as anything of this nature invariably scares the hell out of me!

Wisely, I chose not to mention it to my parents.

A couple of years ago someone I know, a doctor, kept experiencing spooky happenings at home - she would watch things move of their own accord; scissors sliding across a worktop, lightbulbs unscrewing themselves and smashing on the floor...

Beyond that I recall the experiences of my childhood best friend. Aged about 14 or so, he had to go with his family to Italy for the funeral of an uncle he'd never met. Whilst staying in the family home there he came across a stranger in one of the upstairs rooms. After a brief conversation with the unidentified man, my friend went back downstairs and enquired as to who the visitor was. There was no one upstairs, he was told. Concerned, the family went to check and unsurprisingly there was no sign of anyone.

When asked to describe the man he gave a perfect description of the deceased uncle he'd never met. Whilst he was shocked by all this the family pretty much just took it in their stride...

Syzygy

Leosghost

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Msg#: 9799 posted 11:57 pm on Jan 15, 2006 (gmt 0)

apparently, he told me, their local cultural beliefs quite openly accepted visitations from the recently deceased...

Good ..they too appear to "get it" :)..or at least to neither be worried by "it" ..nor to prefer to search for easy jokes ( nothing wrong with the jokes "per se"..basic human reflex against what is perceived to be threatening ..just is n't gonna get you ( those who treat it as jokes ..to avoid what you know /fear /"may be/is" ..nothing to fear :) too far down the road to beginning maybe to understanding ( maybe ) what might be happening ..( this time , ..) ..here? ..

I find that strange as anything of this nature invariably scares the hell out of me!

no need to be afraid about this at all

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