Lady Zod asked for it...a ghost thread!

[LadyZod]

I'm really enjoying these stories.

Random Axe's and piecemaker's stories both had me chilled....

Although, I must admit, I would have been highly annoyed with my house blowing up.

[enyawd72]

I'm really enjoying these stories.

Random Axe's and piecemaker's stories both had me chilled....

Although, I must admit, I would have been highly annoyed with my house blowing up.

Me too! These are great...that key thing would have freaked me out completely. That's some poltergeist **** right there.

[huedell]

Wow, a ghost thread here at the Museum? With all the crazy ghost stories I've read here over the years?

As soon as I saw this title thread... I (ironically?) thought of that line from SUPERMAN II.... "This is gonna be GOOD!"

[piecemaker]

Dude that's wild...now what if you went into an empty elevator, and suddenly backpack man was standing next to you?
Would you be alarmed then?

Yeah,that would freak me out too.I think i would start taking the stairs or another elevator to avoid Backpack Man on elevator 2.
This reminded me of a video that was posted a couple years ago.Its hilarious watching it,but if it happened to me i would probably react the same way,lol.

A few members of my family have had other worldly or "ghost" experiences.
My Mom and Aunt both say that when their Mother,my Grandma passed away,they sensed her presence at times,things of hers were moved and they even smelled her perfume in the room sometimes.

My sister's first husband passed away when he was only 27.She was only 25 and they had two little girls.He had some rare form of cancer and finally succumbed to it after a two year battle.
Everyone was devastated,especially my sister.
She said she was overwhelmed,lost,very sad and just a complete wreck.
One day a couple of weeks after his passing.She was sitting alone in her house and she started to hear,what she described as the most beautiful,angelic music and a voice telling her "Everything would be alright"

She said,the moment it happened,it was like a heavy weight had been lifted from her and she knew that yes,Everything was going to be alright and she was going to be able to get through this.

[Earth 2 Chris]

Some great stories, some of them very familiar to me.

Our spirit tended to pull little pranks, mostly making things disappear, and then reappear in the most obvious place everyone had already looked in. The activity began when my mother brought home her grandmother's old-time picture viewer. My mother had actually encountered this spirit at her parent's house when she was a child, and when my mom brought this to our home, grandma apparently came along. Her first big appearance at our home was hiding my sneakers for days and days, only for them to reappear in the middle of the living room. After this she was much more subtle, for the most part. She liked to throw open my parents' bedroom door from time to time, and she was particularly fond of scaring a cat we had, and causing the touch lamps in our den to flicker on and off, sending that cat running at mach speeds. Whenever someone was in the basement, you could hear footsteps upstairs, even if no one else was home.

I always got the impressions she didn't want to scare me when I was little. My parents kept the whole thing hush-hush from me at first, but eventually I caught on and they admitted that they felt we had a spirit, who my mom named "Greta" before she caught on that she was more than likely her grandmother, Bertha.

My closest encounter with "Greta" was similar to Lady Zod's. I was in my teens, my sister was married and out of the house. My dad was asleep, and my mom was doing dishes in the kitchen. I was hanging a poster on my door, which was opened up into the hallway. I detected someone walking past me, down the hallway, into the bathroom. I of course assumed it was my Mom, and then I heard dishes clanging in the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen and asked her if she'd just walked by. Of course she said "no".

Our spirit apparently liked to roam outside. While sitting in the living room, I could see out through a den window to the street front. On numerous occasions I thought I saw someone angling straight for our front door, only to go to it and see no one up and down the street on either side.

Beyond that, it was more a feeling of being watched, like someone was standing in my bedroom door watching me as I slept. It was quite unnerving, and I'm not really sure how I dealt with it for so long.

When my wife Cindy and I got married in college, we'd come home over the weekend sometimes, and the plan was to alternate between our parents' homes. We spent two weekends at my parents' house before my wife came clean and told me she was uncomfortable staying there because she felt like someone was watching her.

My father and sister both saw the spirit full on. Years after she moved out, my sister was at the house waiting for my mom to get ready to go out to eat. While she was sitting in living room, "Greta" just walked right past her. My dad was shaving in the bathroom and out of the corner of his eye saw a figure walking through the shower wall.

My mother had a very strange relationship with this spirit. We are all still a bit dumbfounded by it. She openly communicated with the spirit many times, and often times she was the only person who saw her, while the rest of us were in the same room. My mom actually had a near-death experience at 5 years old when she was struck with pneumonia, and then went into a coma. When she awoke she had to learn to walk and do many other things all over again. Years later we discovered part of her brain was essentially dead and the other parts had taken over the functions of the damaged part. She was struck by lightning 3 times in her life. Wild animals would come up directly to her and let her pick them up, squirrels and birds and such. Needless to say, she was a strange conductor of all things weird. One time, my mom was out in the yard talking to our neighbor, out of the corner of her eye, our neighbor swore she saw someone walk into our chimney. My mom feigned ignorance, but later admitted to us, Greta was taking her own way into the house.

As I said before in the other thread, when my mother passed away, Greta seemed to go with her. My sister has reported some activity at her house, but nothing as concrete as what I've stated above. The picture viewer is still at my father's house (he still lives in my childhood home), and we often joke about who is stuck with it when he passes on. I don't want it.

Oddly enough, despite all this, my most personal encounter with a spirit was that of a cat. My wife and I took in stray cat named Smokey while in college. We decided we should take him to the vet and get his shots and such. There he was diagnosed with not only leukemia, but feline AIDS (which isn't transmittable to humans). So we knew he had a short life span. When we moved back to our hometown, we took him with us. A few months later, he took ill, and went downhill quickly, and we were forced to have him put down to end his suffering. Of course we were very upset about this, and we missed him terribly. Several weeks later, I was at my drawing desk in the small apartment we then had. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Smokey go by the door way. Of course, when I checked up and down the hall, there was nothing there. This happened several more times. One night, Cindy and I were talking, and Smokey came up. I told her what I had seen, and she had seen him too.

We moved out for other reasons not long afterwards, and oddly enough, moved right next door to my grandmother's house, where all this ghostly stuff began!

Chris

[Gorn Captain]

Years back, I was sleeping in my room, when I suddenly felt uneasy.
I had a feeling that someone was watching me. I peeked out from under my covers, but there was nobody in the room.
I still had the feeling I was not alone, and that someone was standing in the middle of the room.
I grabbed the book I had been reading (not a ghost story), and threw it towards the centre of the room, which was a completely open space. The book flew in an arch, hit something midair (at about 5-6 foot high) and dropped to the floor, straight down (so not completing the natural arch).

I spent the rest of the night under my covers. When I woke up, the book was still in the middle of the room.

[Werewolf]

Cool stories everyone.

[drquest]

About 15 years or so I was driving back home, about 25 miles away passing through a small town I've driven through countless times. It was almost dusk, sun wasn't down but it was still bright outside. I slowed down when entering the town, 20 miles an hour was the speed limit, and I passed a cemetery on my left. I've driven past there tons of times over the years, and I happen to notice something looked different in front of one of the headstones that was close to road. I slowed a little and saw what looked like a person standing in a hole in front of the headstone with a shovel, throwing dirt out of the hole. It registered exactly like that in my mind, as I drove by.

I went another block and something made me turn around to look at it again. Maybe I thought, who hand digs holes today.... I turned around my car, and the cemetery was now on my right, and as I passed the spot I saw no hole, no dirt and no one with a shovel anywhere to be seen. I thought to myself, that can't be right... I had to turn around yet again to point myself in the direction of home, so again I drove by the cemetery again even slower, and no disturbed ground was to be found near the road at all, and believe me I looked very closely.

I passed this same cemetery this past Saturday and told my daughter about this as we drove by.

[piecemaker]

^^^ Great story. I would have been curious who was buried at that headstone and when they died.
Sounds like a "residual" haunting maybe?(learned that term from watching Ghost Hunters,lol) where a scene from the past replays itself over and over at certain times.