Ghost Encounters

[Dr. Love]

Hey guys.

Some friends and I were discussing the topic of ghosts, if they exist and if any of us had come into contact with them. I had the most stories out of the group, but it got me thinking about it.

So I wanted to ask folks if they believed in ghosts/had an encounter. I'll post a few of my stories if there's any interest in this thread.

[Nickdfresh]

I believe there is something to it. Only recently though, after hearing those creepy ass EVP's on ART BELL.

[Jesterstar]

A Link to the Art Bell thing would be nice Nick.

I actually have a few things and stories to tell of this topic. But I don't want to waste my time. All TRUE real stories.

[Warham]

I'm holding my breath in anticipation.

[academic punk]

I was awakened last night b/c of strange noises from my kitchen.

When I went to investigate, I found the ghost of Terri Schiavo raiding my fridge. WTF???

[Jesterstar]

Nevermind

[Dr. Love]

I won't ridicule your stories, Jesterstar. True or not, I like hearing them. They're always fun to read/listen to. I'll even post some of my own.

[ashstralia]

i live in a flat above a funeral home/mortuary.
the building is about 80 years old.

many visitors have seen strange things in my
place, but i haven't.

i am, however, a believer in the spiritual realm.

[Dr. Love]

No stories yet? Fine, I'll post one, since you fuckers are too scared to divulge anything interesting on the subject.


Several years ago, before I graduated from college, I lived with my parents during the summers. They had purchased a very nice two-story house from a doctor. I have a few stories from this house.


During the summers, I stayed in the guest room of my parents house; I no longer had a bedroom there as they had bought and moved into the house when I was away at college. In any event, this room became known as 'Robert's room' and I will be honest to say I didn't like sleeping there, but I was too macho to get run out of the place (except once, but I'll post that some other time). We called it Robert's room because the first day my sister and I were there alone, my sister went into the room and heard someone whisper 'Robert' in her ear (so she says). It became our nickname for whatever was going on in that room and the house in general.

In any event, several nights a week I would wake up because I could feel the blanket being slowly pulled off the bed from the foot of the bed. At first, I didn't think anything about it; I figured I was kicking the sheet and blanket down in my sleep, would wake up cold and would pull it back up. One night, I woke up because I felt something. This time, I didn't immediately pull the blanket back up; I was looking at the clock to try to figure out what time it was. After a moment I became aware that the sheet and blanket were starting creep down my chest very, very slowly. This was disturbing, to put it mildly. I pulled the blanket back up, rolled over and tucked it under my shoulder, shut my eyes and tried to go back to sleep and not think about it.

Before anyone thinks that it was gravity, or a pet, or something, let me clarify that this is impossible. My parents had no pets of any sort, and the blanket on the bed barely hung over the edges at all; It was a queen sized bed that the sheet and blanket barely covered all the way. No edge hung over the end by more than an inch or two on any side.

Anyway, I didn't say anything to my family about it, even though I started noticing it happen several nights a week. Then, I would be woken up by sudden pressure on the behind me (I usually sleep on my side, on one side of the bed, facing the wall closer to me). I would wake up as my weight was shifted; it felt like someone was either sitting on the other side of the bed or pressing down on it. Of course, I would wake up, but the doors to the room would still be closed. I would have known if someone had entered because of the incredibly irritating creak the hinges would make.


It's not incredibly scary, but it was the beginning of the strange things at that house. A lot of other things occurred there that were very unsettling.

[Nickdfresh]

Originally posted by Jesterstar
A Link to the Art Bell thing would be nice Nick.

I actually have a few things and stories to tell of this topic. But I don't want to waste my time. All TRUE real stories.

I actually tried, but you need to join and pay for "streamlink."

[Rikk]

LOVE, that's some freaky shit. I can't see I actually believe in ghosts, but stories like that absolutely fascinate me. Tell us more, bro.

[Roguesgirl]

the blankets being pulled off me would have freaked me the fuck out

[Hardrock69]

I had a similar thing happen to me. In October of 1981 I was renting a room from a friend. He was a sound man and was on the road a lot, and so most of the time I was there alone with his wife. It was a REALLY large (2,000 square feet at least) frame house in an older part of town, and had been built in the 1880s.

So anyway, the room was furnished, with a bunch of old furniture and stuff.

The first night, I went to bed. After about 20 minutes or so, I felt something on the bed. It was as if someone was pressing down on the bed with one finger. It would press down in one spot, then go back up. Then the same thing would happen in another place.

I had a bedside lamp, so I turned the light on. It stopped immediately.
So I ran experiments for awhile. Turn the light off, and wait to see what happened. Same thing would happen every time.

I found if I left the light on, nothing would happen, but I did not want to have the light on all night, so I got a green "party bulb" and found that leaving that on was enough to do the trick.

The next morning I asked my friend's wife about it, and she turned white as a sheet and refused to talk about it.

I stayed there for only a month, and every few nights I would try the same experiment. Turn the light out, and within minutes a spot on the bed would press down, then another, then another.

I moved out (I got my own apartment), and after awhile my friend got divorced and moved to another city.

In the late 90s, a band came to town and was playing at my favorite rock club, and he was running sound.

I had moved out before he got back from his road gig in 1981, so I never got the chance to ask him about it, so in the late 90s I fortunately remembered to ask him if the house was haunted.

He said "Oh YEAH".

He went on to tell me that he could not count the times he would be sitting in the back parlour on the second floor, and he would know damn well he was the only one at home, and he would hear footsteps downstairs, as well as doors slamming and other stuff.

He said the reason his ex-wife freaked out when I had mentioned it to her was that some years before I came along she had slept in that same bed, and sufffered a real life Exorcist experience where the bed was jumping up and down and shit while she was in it!



He said she would never go in that room again.

Perhaps that contributed to her being an alcoholic. Man that month I was there she was drunk every day....

Anyway...that is the only real ghost encounter I have ever had.

I have never SEEN anything though.

[Rikk]

Dude, that is some scary shit. I'm surprised you were able to stay sleeping in that room.

[Hardrock69]

I am not afraid of ghosts. On a spiritual level I am extremely strong, and would destroy any 'spirit' that tried to cause any physical harm.

Whatever it was, I warned it not to fuck with me, or it would be sorry.

Oh well. I have had many friends though who have had totally bizarre experiences.