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She isn't afraid of being alone as much as she is afraid of opening up to someone, and then loosing them. Which has happened to both of us multiple times, we just couldn't handle it if it happened again.

Nothing has happened to me personally, but my mum has had some experiences.
Once when she was little and her gran, who was living with them, died. She used to come into my mum's room and sit on the end of the bed in the night and carried on doing so after she'd past away.
Also at the old cottage mum and I used to live in, she told me that she'd been napping on the sofa and our cat, Molly, started clawing at the sofa and meowing. She went away eventually but when mum got up Molly was at the door outside and all the windows were shut.

Hmmm.. stories....

In high school, I had a Siamese that slept in my room with me. He'd curl up at the foot of my bed. About the time I started meditating, I would get woken up in the night by him growling. One night, he woke me up because he was growling and hissing, and he was up on my chest. I remember seeing a red flash in the diagonal corner of my room from where I was, up where the walls meet the ceiling, and that was where he was growling at when I flipped on the lights. He slept on my chest that night, refusing to get off me. I had to smudge the room the next morning. We had a few repeats, but after I moved out they seemed to stop.

In college I lived in a rental house with three of my friends. It was an older house, built in like the 1800s or something, that had been fixed up and redone. We always knew there was something not quite right with the house from the moment we moved in. I have to set this up a little.You walk in the door, and you're in a foyer. To the left was the living room, and study area... one giant room divided in half by a ceiling beam. To the right was the dinging room and kitchen, and ahead was the staircase that lead up to the second floor. One of the guys would sometimes see a reflection of someone standing in the study room if he was standing in the living room looking out the double glass doors. We tested this, and yes... there was a reflection of someone behind us, but they would look up, see us watching, and move off toward the back of the room. Another guy heard voices in his closet. My brother had his cats in his room, and they would freak out every night at the same time and hiss at the closet in his room if it was left open. Then there was the staircase of death... Every person who went up the staircase, fell coming down. One guy slipped halfway down, and twisted his ankle. Another fell going up the staircase. I almost died... I was coming down the staircase to the first level, and somehow missed the last two steps. Don't ask me how, I just did. Now, I pitched forward, and I should have hit my head on the banister thingy that jutted out from the wall... in fact I should have cracked my temple on it given the angle I came down at. But as I fell, something shoved me to the right (and I say this because I was shoved, and no one there shoved me, but everyone saw me change directions), and I landed in the center of the foyer. mucked up my wrist and knee really good, but it could have been a whole lot worse.

I also have a ton of phantom smell stories, like smelling cigarette smoke here at the house when neither I nor my hubby smokes... When I was in high school I used to get phantom smells of my first boyfriend's cologne, and no one I've know since has ever worn it... Just weird things like that.

i got a good one,i think.

my bedroom use to be inhabited my a woman, and where my bed rest is where her bed rested. For the past year and a half we have lived here, when ever i would leave the window open, the door or the window would make noise. the door would open itself, the window would close, or my closet door would open. rarely, things would move, my guitar would be out of the stand and in my chair and my keyboard in the guitar stand. i think is just the wind and the spirit hates it, but recently my windows have been open every night. When ever that happens, the window slams itself shut at about 2 every morning. Is it a spirit or a poltergeist?

Hmm, poltergeist aren't always caused by living humans.
Have you heard foot steps, tapping such as a child tapping on a wall, knocking like that of a knock on the door. These are good indicators. Another indicator if the objects moved are warm then it is human interference. If they are cold, much like ice then it was an actual "poltergeist" or nosy ghost.

sure ive seen a ghost B4, but who hasn't. I see them as blures of faded light, or orbs. I see them every once and a while, most recent was near my computer late one night. It just floated tehre, hanging. They did creap me out at first, so did shadow people, but they dont seem to harm me. I almost feel calm around them, again ghosts not shadow people. So i enjoy their company. I have tried to talk to them, but they dont seem to talk back, just make me feel things, if that makes sence. I dont know what else to day, or anything about exorcisums, since i dont mind them, y would i hurt them? Srry, im not much help...^_^

Hm I have had some experiences admittedly.

I remember walking through this old graveyard once with a friend. We had taken her car and we just walking about looking for an old plot my family had. It was growing dark and we couldn't find it so we thought (after many creepy feelings of being watched) that we'd leave and come back the following day. Anyway! There is exactly one way in and out of that graveyard and when we went there, the car wasn't there! We had to walk row after row of graves, looking for the car (which lets face it, you can't exactly hide a car you've parked in the center of the cemetery) and it took us almost twenty minutes to find it.



A week later when we went back, we had realized something strange goes on in that cemetery so we brought a recorder along with us to pick up EVP's, in case there were any. We were walking back to the car at about 6 or 7ish in the evening, dead middle of summer on a path and something came along and shoved me. I fell backwards two or three feet and had a huge hand print on my chest.

Later when we got home, we noted the constant whispers in the cemetery and then, just as something pushed me a growled "GET OUT!!"


And..those are two of my stories. I have more if anyone's interested. ^_^