Infidel Castro
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Ghosts schmosts!
Ghost Stories....
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Necroghast
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@ Barstool- Just a thought, have you ever tried communicating with that guy? You should. I could give you some english phrases terribly translated into latin. (I\'m intrigued so I hope your story isnt just bs)
BarstoolProphet
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@Necroghast: I\'m willing to try. The only latin I know, right now, translates into \'Romans go home\'. That, and the odd catch-phrase, like \'carpe diem\' and the like. And the only italian words I know, I really don\'t think I should repeat on the bus if there\'s other people around.
After midnight, it\'s usually pretty empty, though.
After midnight, it\'s usually pretty empty, though.
BarstoolProphet
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There\'s a huge difference between making an empiric statement like \"Ghosts aren\'t real\", which you can prove no more than believers can prove you wrong, and simply saying \"I don\'t believe in ghosts\".
Or, we could take your statement more literally, and agree, because generally speaking, ghosts have no solidity, and sometimes no photo-reactive essence, so that we can neither see nor touch them, making them \'unreal\' as well as \'undead\' in the gamer sense of the word.
I choose to believe.
Or, we could take your statement more literally, and agree, because generally speaking, ghosts have no solidity, and sometimes no photo-reactive essence, so that we can neither see nor touch them, making them \'unreal\' as well as \'undead\' in the gamer sense of the word.
I choose to believe.
Necroghast
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Ok here are a few things I came up with- \"Possum iuvo te?\" (can I help you)
\"Qui es?\" (who are you)
\"Cur es hic?\" (why are you here)
Remember, I\'m not that great at latin (something like a B- average) so if anyone else can correct these (cause I\'m sure I\'ve made a few mistakes) that would be nice. However, I\'m sure you can still use these. Keep me posted! For some reason I\'m really intrigued by your story in particular.
Oh and \"I WANT TO BELIEVE!!\"
\"Qui es?\" (who are you)
\"Cur es hic?\" (why are you here)
Remember, I\'m not that great at latin (something like a B- average) so if anyone else can correct these (cause I\'m sure I\'ve made a few mistakes) that would be nice. However, I\'m sure you can still use these. Keep me posted! For some reason I\'m really intrigued by your story in particular.
Oh and \"I WANT TO BELIEVE!!\"
rocketandroll
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Ok, I have a couple...
When I was a kid I used to be convinced my parent\'s house was haunted. There were a few wierd things that happened which were enough to make me believe there was something going on there.
The first was when I was about 6 or 7, I had a friend staying over, we were in my room, trying to stay up late as possible (as you do when you\'re a kid)... all the lights were off except one small bedside light next to me. We were both on one side of the light... and we both saw, on the far wall (behind the light) the shadow of a torso and head move across the wall and then dissapear. Scared the bejeezus out of both of us and my friend wouldn\'t ever come over to stay after that.
A few years later, I must have been 10 or so, I had a small electric train set... it was set up on the dining room table, I was upstairs, my parents were both in the garden... I heard the train suddenly turn on and then a bang... I went downstairs and found the train had turned itself on and run off the tracks, across the table and onto the wooden floor below. It was battery powered and none of us could work out any way it could have happened.
The last one, and the one that scared me the most was when my brother and I were in my room with the door shut, it was quite a big heavy wooden door. My parents were both outside (we could see them out of the window)... with no warning and for no reason there was suddenly a massive bang against the door. The best way I can describe it is the sort of sound you\'d get if a child made a half-hearted attempt to run into a door to knock it down... it was certainly something large hitting the outside of the bedroom door with a lot of force.
We looked at each other... called out, heard nothing, gingerly opened the door.. and there was nothing and no one there... no one else in the house.
My wife probably has the best one though... when she was about five or six she was playing in her grandparents garden, they live in a little village backing onto a vast area of farmland, their house is over 200 years old.
She says she was out there playing by herself when she looked up and saw there was an old woman in a grey dress standing on the other side of the garden watching her. She said hello, but the lady didn\'t move and didn\'t say anything back... she was obviously a little worried who this woman was so she ran inside and said to her gran \"Gran, there\'s a lady in the garden, who is she?\".. they all went outside and lo and behild, no woman (there\'s no easy way in or out of the garden without going through the house)... her gran asked her to describe her and apparently (my wife says she doesn\'t remember it too well now) she described her and her clothes in some detail... and her gran went white as a sheet. Apparently it\'s a well known local story that there is a ghost of an 18th century widow who has been seen there a few times... and her description matched her exactly.
Anyway, suffice to say, I believe there is something going on that we don\'t yet understand... whether it\'s the spirits of the dead, some kind of psychological phenomena we don\'t yet fully understand or what I am not sure... but I certainly think there\'s something to it.
Ben
When I was a kid I used to be convinced my parent\'s house was haunted. There were a few wierd things that happened which were enough to make me believe there was something going on there.
The first was when I was about 6 or 7, I had a friend staying over, we were in my room, trying to stay up late as possible (as you do when you\'re a kid)... all the lights were off except one small bedside light next to me. We were both on one side of the light... and we both saw, on the far wall (behind the light) the shadow of a torso and head move across the wall and then dissapear. Scared the bejeezus out of both of us and my friend wouldn\'t ever come over to stay after that.
A few years later, I must have been 10 or so, I had a small electric train set... it was set up on the dining room table, I was upstairs, my parents were both in the garden... I heard the train suddenly turn on and then a bang... I went downstairs and found the train had turned itself on and run off the tracks, across the table and onto the wooden floor below. It was battery powered and none of us could work out any way it could have happened.
The last one, and the one that scared me the most was when my brother and I were in my room with the door shut, it was quite a big heavy wooden door. My parents were both outside (we could see them out of the window)... with no warning and for no reason there was suddenly a massive bang against the door. The best way I can describe it is the sort of sound you\'d get if a child made a half-hearted attempt to run into a door to knock it down... it was certainly something large hitting the outside of the bedroom door with a lot of force.
We looked at each other... called out, heard nothing, gingerly opened the door.. and there was nothing and no one there... no one else in the house.
My wife probably has the best one though... when she was about five or six she was playing in her grandparents garden, they live in a little village backing onto a vast area of farmland, their house is over 200 years old.
She says she was out there playing by herself when she looked up and saw there was an old woman in a grey dress standing on the other side of the garden watching her. She said hello, but the lady didn\'t move and didn\'t say anything back... she was obviously a little worried who this woman was so she ran inside and said to her gran \"Gran, there\'s a lady in the garden, who is she?\".. they all went outside and lo and behild, no woman (there\'s no easy way in or out of the garden without going through the house)... her gran asked her to describe her and apparently (my wife says she doesn\'t remember it too well now) she described her and her clothes in some detail... and her gran went white as a sheet. Apparently it\'s a well known local story that there is a ghost of an 18th century widow who has been seen there a few times... and her description matched her exactly.
Anyway, suffice to say, I believe there is something going on that we don\'t yet understand... whether it\'s the spirits of the dead, some kind of psychological phenomena we don\'t yet fully understand or what I am not sure... but I certainly think there\'s something to it.
Ben
Infidel Castro
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Shit, rumbled again!
have ghost stories too
There are several ghost stories in my family, here is one:
Two years after my father died, my mother was in the yard raking fallen leaves. I don\'t remember the date, it was in october, maybe it was the 31st. She came in and told me she just saw my father standing there on the lawn beckoning to her. She said he stood there in the daylight lifelike as he has been, not transparent or anything ghosty. She said he looked at her and beckoned but as she called his name he disappeared immediately.
Two months later she died very unexpectedly und suddenly as we sat down to have tea in the afternoon. She poured and simply dropped dead in her chair. That date I will remember forever, it was Christmas Day.
I hated Christmas for years after.
There are several ghost stories in my family, here is one:
Two years after my father died, my mother was in the yard raking fallen leaves. I don\'t remember the date, it was in october, maybe it was the 31st. She came in and told me she just saw my father standing there on the lawn beckoning to her. She said he stood there in the daylight lifelike as he has been, not transparent or anything ghosty. She said he looked at her and beckoned but as she called his name he disappeared immediately.
Two months later she died very unexpectedly und suddenly as we sat down to have tea in the afternoon. She poured and simply dropped dead in her chair. That date I will remember forever, it was Christmas Day.
I hated Christmas for years after.
Necroghast
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Originally posted by DaN
hehe
Exactly. X-FILES RULEZ!!
squig hunter
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\"And I would have gotten away with it too, if it hadn\'t been for that dastardly supervike!\" lol
Squig
here is another one:
In 1992 I was in holiday in Ireland and we went to the Aran Islands. We had been at Dun Aengus fort and were on our way back to the ferry when it began to rain. I love ancient monuments so I didn\'t care for scones and tea but would rather go look at another ancient fort I found on the Aran map: Dun Eolochla. So I should go alone and we would meet again at the ferry docks.
Following the map I left the tourist mainway on a path leading up and was immediately alone. I followed that path upwards to the ridge. Left and right of me was barren flat fields descending down to the sea. In front of me is a path on the ridge leading straight on to the hill fort Dun Eolochla about 500 meters away. Its completely lonely here, you can see to the horizon all around. As I start to go to the fort there suddenly appears a black form of a human being in the path, halfway to the fort. Its all black, wearing a long coat billowing in the wind. Its eerie black, not dulled by the drizzeling rain, its superdark. Unreal sharp contrasted like a moving black paper cutout.
As out of nothing I fealt very heavy dread and fear. I looked at that figure and I would swear it looked back at me, even if it was an eyeless black form.
Well, I don\'t scare easily, and when scared I rather attack than run. So I walked toward that black figure, but it kept its distance, moving on the path toward the fort. It always kept looking at me but I couldn\'t catch it. I went on in spite of that I was scared silly already and suffocating dread got ever more heavy. I watched it go into the one entrance of Dun Eolochla. I followed, or tried to follow, but in the middle of the gateway the feeling of impending bad got so heavy I stopped, and looked around the inner yard of the fort out of the gateway and it was empty. No place to hide and nobody there.
Nothing but an suffocating sense of dread and evil. I turned and ran and ran until I hurt and didn\'t stop before I met a pony-cart of tourists.
Today I am still convinced that I would have died then and there if I had put one foot into the fort court.
In 1992 I was in holiday in Ireland and we went to the Aran Islands. We had been at Dun Aengus fort and were on our way back to the ferry when it began to rain. I love ancient monuments so I didn\'t care for scones and tea but would rather go look at another ancient fort I found on the Aran map: Dun Eolochla. So I should go alone and we would meet again at the ferry docks.
Following the map I left the tourist mainway on a path leading up and was immediately alone. I followed that path upwards to the ridge. Left and right of me was barren flat fields descending down to the sea. In front of me is a path on the ridge leading straight on to the hill fort Dun Eolochla about 500 meters away. Its completely lonely here, you can see to the horizon all around. As I start to go to the fort there suddenly appears a black form of a human being in the path, halfway to the fort. Its all black, wearing a long coat billowing in the wind. Its eerie black, not dulled by the drizzeling rain, its superdark. Unreal sharp contrasted like a moving black paper cutout.
As out of nothing I fealt very heavy dread and fear. I looked at that figure and I would swear it looked back at me, even if it was an eyeless black form.
Well, I don\'t scare easily, and when scared I rather attack than run. So I walked toward that black figure, but it kept its distance, moving on the path toward the fort. It always kept looking at me but I couldn\'t catch it. I went on in spite of that I was scared silly already and suffocating dread got ever more heavy. I watched it go into the one entrance of Dun Eolochla. I followed, or tried to follow, but in the middle of the gateway the feeling of impending bad got so heavy I stopped, and looked around the inner yard of the fort out of the gateway and it was empty. No place to hide and nobody there.
Nothing but an suffocating sense of dread and evil. I turned and ran and ran until I hurt and didn\'t stop before I met a pony-cart of tourists.
Today I am still convinced that I would have died then and there if I had put one foot into the fort court.
gohkm
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When I was in the military, the guard house at the entrance to the barracks proper was an old brick affair built in 1937. It apparently saw a lot of deaths in WW2.
There\'s rooms lining the corridor to the toilet in there, and all the rooms have got barrier tape across the doorways, all saying \"do not enter\". The doors have been removed, too, so you can see into the rooms.
During daylight, the rooms are normal as. Come night, when the lights were switched on in the corridor, the light never penetrated in the rooms. Just stopped cold at the doorways. The guards never dared shine a torch into the rooms.
That about does it for me - there\'s definitely something in the dark. It\'s un-natural as can be. Light doesn\'t just stop cold. I remember whenever I got guard duty in that place, I ran outside and peed in the bushes instead. Terrified the crap out of me.
Place is still standing there now. But they\'ve shifted the entire barracks away, probably for the best.
There\'s rooms lining the corridor to the toilet in there, and all the rooms have got barrier tape across the doorways, all saying \"do not enter\". The doors have been removed, too, so you can see into the rooms.
During daylight, the rooms are normal as. Come night, when the lights were switched on in the corridor, the light never penetrated in the rooms. Just stopped cold at the doorways. The guards never dared shine a torch into the rooms.
That about does it for me - there\'s definitely something in the dark. It\'s un-natural as can be. Light doesn\'t just stop cold. I remember whenever I got guard duty in that place, I ran outside and peed in the bushes instead. Terrified the crap out of me.
Place is still standing there now. But they\'ve shifted the entire barracks away, probably for the best.
Necroghast
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Same with this place (Forest on the Isle of Bute in Scotland)
These pictures were taken in the middle of the day, and when you stood in the middle of the woods you could see the sky and the sun clearly. No light would get into the woods. Oh and did I mention that right on the edge of the forest there were couple thousand year old druid standing stones?
OOO and is that a ghost I see at the top? (just kidding)
That\'s me in the red hat.
Necroghast
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Ok I\'ve got to bring this up again because about 5 minutes ago I went upstairs to paint but got creeped out for some reason upstairs in my room. I mean, there were actually temperature differences as I walked across my room. I came back downstairs and as I was walking down I swear someone was following me down, I saw them reflected in the window. I am so creeped out right now.
