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I don't believe in ghosts. But I assure you, had I seen one I'd be sure to call the Ghostbusters.
Never seen anything like that personally, my parents have told me some things that happened when I was a baby in our first house, and some of the things they told me just cannot be explained. I wont write them out though because there's too many stories and I'm tired... I also want to talk about my own experience.
Well I've never actually seen what I would consider to be a ghost before, but there was one occasion a few years ago when I felt like I was in the presence of many, and I've never felt that way before. This was when I used to live in England, and I used to have very weird sleeping patterns all the time, so I'd be up all night often. Sometimes I'd go out in the middle of the night and take the 15-minute walk up to the petrol station to buy snacks and drinks, I wasn't scared of the dark (though I did find it too gloomy and don't really like being in the dark, I'm the same these days. But it never bothered me much)
Anyway, I'm on my way back. It's very very quiet as always, at night the streets around there were completely deserted, I didn't even see many people in the daytime. But I suddenly feel like I am being watched and followed. I'm not a paranoid person at all, and I'd taken this walk many times at night and felt fine. I kept looking behind me and around me, and walking more hurriedly. But it got worse, I felt like many eyes were on me and watching me, and I felt fear as though I could tell I was about to be attacked, even though there was no logical reason why I would be. I couldn't see or hear anything out of the ordinary, but I just felt this horrible coldness and fear, and every fiber of my being was telling me to get out of there, NOW. Well I ended up RUNNING home as fast as possible, however when I got home I didn't feel much better. I was home alone at the time (I think my family might have been away for a weekend and I didn't go), I turned all the lights on and I still felt exactly the same. Well I ended up sitting in my room in a corner sobbing until the feeling went away (an hour later).
You can write it down to being a simple panic attack or whatever, but there was nothing to cause it to happen, and I'm usually a very stable and sane person, even when I was that age. But at that moment I was positive I was in the presence of many 'people' who meant harm to me.
Well I've never actually seen what I would consider to be a ghost before, but there was one occasion a few years ago when I felt like I was in the presence of many, and I've never felt that way before. This was when I used to live in England, and I used to have very weird sleeping patterns all the time, so I'd be up all night often. Sometimes I'd go out in the middle of the night and take the 15-minute walk up to the petrol station to buy snacks and drinks, I wasn't scared of the dark (though I did find it too gloomy and don't really like being in the dark, I'm the same these days. But it never bothered me much)
Anyway, I'm on my way back. It's very very quiet as always, at night the streets around there were completely deserted, I didn't even see many people in the daytime. But I suddenly feel like I am being watched and followed. I'm not a paranoid person at all, and I'd taken this walk many times at night and felt fine. I kept looking behind me and around me, and walking more hurriedly. But it got worse, I felt like many eyes were on me and watching me, and I felt fear as though I could tell I was about to be attacked, even though there was no logical reason why I would be. I couldn't see or hear anything out of the ordinary, but I just felt this horrible coldness and fear, and every fiber of my being was telling me to get out of there, NOW. Well I ended up RUNNING home as fast as possible, however when I got home I didn't feel much better. I was home alone at the time (I think my family might have been away for a weekend and I didn't go), I turned all the lights on and I still felt exactly the same. Well I ended up sitting in my room in a corner sobbing until the feeling went away (an hour later).
You can write it down to being a simple panic attack or whatever, but there was nothing to cause it to happen, and I'm usually a very stable and sane person, even when I was that age. But at that moment I was positive I was in the presence of many 'people' who meant harm to me.
I couldn't resist. I looked up.Proteus214 said:
She winked at me and started applying lipstick.
I think I'm getting hit on by a ghost.
(And that's how you turn creepypasta into failpasta)
As for actual ghostly encounters, the only one I can think of was a few weeks ago when my cap flew off my bed for no reason.
And that was it.
While I can't believe in ghosts as my principle of put up or shut up prevents that. However I still hope there are ghosts, as that means there IS something after death, not us just ceasing to exist. I like to see any of you contemplate just not existing anymore, no more sound, sight, or even thought, just nothing. If you did that, now do you wish there was solid proof of the afterlife like ghosts?
It's one of the reasons I believe that a soul exists (I'm a traditional devout Catholic, that helps as well).Koganesaga said:
But, I do not want this to go down the road of the old "Subject becomes super-controversial" path, so I will just leave it at that.
Says the person who regularly visits a site called ESCAPIST Magazine.Aylaine said:TV rots your brain, so no thanks.sinclose said:
Ask her out next time(unless you mean like, eight, then offer her some candy). Could work.Johnny Cain said:
Anyway, I used to live in a house that I swore had a ghost kitty(I called it Fluffy of the Dead). and when I played MGS3(it was only MGS3) a boy would sit behind me and watch. freaked me out the first time, I got better the second, and asked if he wanted to try the third time. I went to sleep, and found myself at a different part when I woke up. never bothered me again.
My mother's boyfriend died almost two years ago. A week or so after it had happened, my mother was sitting on the couch in the living room, and I was doing something in my bedroom a little ways down the hall. I heard, in her boyfriend's voice, my mother's name called: "Marilyn!", out in the hallway. I went out and into the living room - my mother had heard it, too! We were kind of freaked out by that.