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What did one ghost say to the other ghost?



























"Do you believe in people?"

When I was a kid I used to wake each morning to find the toys I put away the night before all out on the floor again. One night I was getting up to get a drink of water when a voice across the room asked where I was going. I said I was going to get a drink of water. The response was "no, why don't you lay down and go back to sleep." I laid back down and SCREAMED for my mom!!! Never happened again and I've never forgotten it.

I'll share...

On more than one occasion when I was a little girl, I saw a bedroom door at my grandparents' house open and close on its own. I hated going to the bathroom at their house because I had to walk towards that bedroom.

Other incidences at my grandparents' house:
*Years ago, an Amway guy became a believer. He was in the middle of his talk when he saw a mist pass behind the kitchen window and sliding glass doors. A lot of my family was there, and they all claim he went completely white, couldn't finish, and high-tailed it outta there.
*There's what my family calls a phantom car. You don't see it, but ya hear it. It has a distinct sound of a very old car, and occasionally it's followed up by the mist Mr. Amway saw.
*My grandparents had overnight guests who brought their dog. They woke up in the middle of the night when the dog started growling. Lo and behold there was a ghost standing at the bottom of the bed who, when described, sounded EXACTLY like Mr. Branch, who died in his sleep in the bedroom that has the door that opens and closes.
*My uncle has seen Mr. Branch sitting in a chair in their formal living room.
*Not long after my Great Grandpa died, my grandmother was standing at the sink washing dishes. He appeared beside her and said, "It's gonna be alright, girl." He always called her "girl."
*The last time my parents were at their house, my mom woke up in the middle of the night and smelled very, very strong cigarette smoke. So strong, she thought my great grandmother was smoking in the house. Memaw was sound asleep. The next morning, my grandmother said she'd been feeling her Dad come around.. we all think he's waiting for my great grandmother to pass on. (She's 94, a smoker, and still living!) BTW, my mama was still skeptical before this happened.

Okay, on to other things. I saw a man pass by the bathroom door at my parents' house. It was so real I called out "Dad?" I was home by myself.

Want to go to one seriously spooky Civil War place? Try Andersonville prison. OMC, I've spent the night there for a Civil War living history and heard the strangest sounds. Will make the hair stand up on the back of your neck.

My dad was in Charleston during a lot of the Hunley stuff. They did a mock "guarding" of it, and all weekend, it felt like someone was coming up behind him and pressing in the back of his knee, making it buckle. He gets massive goosebumps when he talks about this.


That's enough, I think.

When I was a small girl we lived in a two story farm house. My mom had always felt there was a something else there, but had never seen anything. One day I was on the top floor playing by the stairs and tripped. I was about to fall down the stairs when a nanny set me on my feet as my mom watched from the bottom of the stairs.

I thought I saw a ghost once, but remembered I was at an Edgar Winter concert...

that's from "Flowers in the Attic" you loser.

How does a ghost know his future?
































BY READING HIS HORROR-SCOPE!

Lick me Pup....

::stops to scratch behind ear::

Once upon a time there was LDG that took a Puppy to the lake and .....

:makes dead sign with hand:

I was just in the men’s room and the automated towel dispenser spit out a wad of paper towels AND NO ONE WAS STANDING NEAR IT!

::makes ghostly sounds behind LF::

oooOOOOoooOoOOOooo

My sister and I went to visit our aunt and uncle in San Antonio a few years ago. One day my uncle drove us down to Laredo so we could cross the border and shop. On the drive home, I saw an Hispanic male dressed all in white with a red bandana around his neck. He was standing on the inside of a barbed wire fence not too far off the highway and he was waving at us as we drove by. His clothes were clean white and there wasn't a vehicle or a house or anything in sight. Freaked me out because my uncle and my sister saw nothing.

I was driving down a country lane in northern Vermont late one night a few weeks ago. No lights, nada, except for my headlights.
Off in the distance I saw a shape coming toward the car and thought probably a deer or better yet a moose.

But as we drew closer, I saw a little dark-haired girl in a white dress witha completely white face, and she kept walking slowly toward our car.

So then what happened??

I've had a lot of these experiences over the years. I believe.

Standing behind Rippavilla (a historic home in Spring Hill, TN) one night, in nearly pitch black darkness, talking with three other men, I was nearly run over by a horse. We were standing 4-square: I was facing Drew and Alton was on my left facing Charles on my right. I could hear hooves on hard ground behind galloping, but it is out in the country and that isn't an unlikely thing. The sound got closer and louder and I figured someone's horse was loose, but in that darkness we'd never see him. The galloping horse got closer and was bearing down on the group and just as I prepared to leap aside, Drew grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me away. Alton and Charles were completely flabbergasted at our sudden movement. Drew asked, "Didn't you hear the horse? It almost ran over Joe!" Charles seemed confused, but Alton started laughing. Neither had heard a thing. Apparently because Drew and I were on the "same plane", we'd both heard the horse, but the other two had not because of their slight variance in position. Alton was laughing because he had encountered the horse the week prior at a different location just down the rode. The local story goes that a rider was sent with an important message, but never made it and on some nights you can hear him trying to deliver that message.

When I was married, we moved into a house that had been in my wife's family for several generations. She had played there when her g-grandparents lived there. She had a dream one night of her g-grandfather showing her around the house, pointing out where his favorite picture hung and, among other things, pointing out where his wife died. A few days later, my wife asked her grandmother if great-grandma had died in the bathroom. She said, "Yes, how did you know that?" My wife didn't tell her about the dream.

When we moved in the house was under renovation. There was a lot of dust and activity and strangers in the house. While this was going on, the backdoor would open and close randomly. You'd walk into the kitchen and find all the cabinets open, leave and come back and they'd all be closed again. Windows would close when the breeze got cool. Things like that went on all the time, everyday. We figured it was "Grandmama", the great-grandmother that had died in the home. One day I was in the bathroom. I had to turn around and get something from a drawer, then turn back to the mirror and sink to use it and the drawer shut while my back was turned. I just said "Thank you, Grandmama!" When the house renovation was completed, the wife's grandmother presented us with her father's favorite picture to hang in the house again. My wife said, "Oh I know just where to hang this! On the wall over the couch in the living room! That is where Granddaddy hung it!" Her grandmother asked how she knew that, and my wife wouldn't tell her about the dream she'd had. After we hung that picture back up, things quieted down and we decided that Grandmama was happy with the renovations and knowing that family were living in the house again.

Our toddler son once told us he had been playing with a nice old lady in his room and we figured it was Grandmama, but he only mentioned it once, so we didn't try to pursue it further.

While living at this house, a good friend died and I was asked to serve as a pallbearer. It was a busy couple of days, as we hosted some other friends from out of town for the funeral. After the funeral, we were exhausted and hit the sack early. At 11:00 p.m., we both sat up in the bed, bolt upright, gasping. My wife looked at me and asked, "Did you see him?" I said yes, without even asking who "him" was. It was our friend, standing at the foot of our bed, looking healthy and happy again. He disappeared as we sat up. Over the next few weeks I discovered that every other pallbearer had seen him at about the same time that night. We think he just wanted to let us know he was okay again.

I have a friend who spent the night in an historic house in New York City and slept on a fainting couch in the main hall downstairs. She had piled up several blankets on herself, as there was no heat or anything in the house and it was winter. The blanket against her skin, the one on the bottom, slipped out from under the others, moving from her shoulders to her feet, and landed in a pile next the couch. She was stunned, but not frightened. The next blanket came out. She reached down and picked up the two blankets and re-arranged them on top. One at a time, in quick succession, each blanket came out from under the others and landed beside her, until she was left with no blanket. She sat up and said loudly, "If you don't mind, I need to get some sleep. It is cold in here and I need those blankets to keep warm. Please find some other way to amuse yourself that doesn't involve me!" She laid back down and re-arranged her blankets. They stayed put, but she could hear a dip pen scratching on paper for quite a while after that. The next day she told the house curator about the experience, including the pen work. The curator showed her the spot in the wall where the built in desk had been just down the hall from her, but the desk had been removed before 1900 and was no longer there.

he died.

I've never experienced anything paranormal or supernatural, myself (although I've sort of wanted to). But I know that my dad has been visted in dreams by his younger brother, who died when I was in high school. My dad told me his brother appeared in a dream right before we learned that my cousin committed suicide. It seemed to him that my uncle was trying to give a message - maybe to say that he would be there to take care of my cousin in the next world.

My mom had a violent boyfriend when I was about 5. We were at his apt one night and they had put me to bed when I heard the fighting start. I walked around the corner to find her sitting on the couch and he was standing over her about to strike when an ashtray flew across the room and hit him.

Before or after crapping a brick?

None of us were of the opinion that this was a wondering child in need of any help, especially given ghastly white face and the apparent luminosity of her white gown. I stopped the putt putt and turned around and drove the he!! out of there. I have my GF and my pal's wife screaming in my ear.

I think in retrospect we imagined alittle of it and overreacted, but you never know...

so you didn't die?

yes I did. Do you not recall the dark figure hovering over you last night when you awoke, only to see that figure vanish due to the putrid smell in the room?