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 Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 11:33 pm
The first real weird experience I remember happening to me was when my uncle died. I was four years old, and crying my self to sleep. Suddenly, I look up to see two figures in the doorway emitting this bright white light; blinding, yet so soft it cast no shadows. It was a man and woman that looked down upon me, robed in white and smiling. They were not familiar to me, yet somehow I knew they must be my family. The man was my uncle that died, and the woman my grandmother whom had been gone from me for two years before that. As she smiled at me I knew everything would be alright. Blinking away the tears they vanished, as if never there, but I slept soundly after that.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 9:51 pm
My (first) ghost encounter is also what made me believe in them, of course.
It was over the winter break, and I was about 7 years old. We(my family and my best friend) were camping on Little St. George island, and we were near the lighthouse. So that night, my older brother, my friend, and I went to check it out. I followed my brother everywhere then, so even though I was terrified, I went with him. He went in first with the flashlight, and me and ben followed, standing close to each other. We walked the stairs, getting closer to the old burnt out lantern/torch thing at the top. About halfway up, Ben stops, grabs me and points towards the air out beside he steps. I turn, touch Chris(older brother with the mighty flashlight), and he turns and looks.
Out in midair, there was a shadow. Now, even though it wasnt used anymore, the lighthouse owner kept the inside lights lit, but only every 10-13 feet. We happened to be in a very dark spot, and at first I thought the shadow was just that, a shadow.
But it was moving, and none of us were. Chris shined the light on it, and the light just, stopped. The shadow moved towards us, and the flashligt flickered and went out. Naturally, I screamed like a girl, and Chris was busy trying to get the light on. We hear a gasp, then thump, and the light comes back on. Chris shines the light all around, but the thing was gone. I turn to Ben, and he isn't there. We call his name, but he doesn't call back. We thought he might have ran outside, since we were not that far from the ground floor. We head outside, call his name, and start walking along the beach back towards the lighthouse. We walk back inside, and laying on the floor was ben, out cold.
Thing is, he wasn't there when we left the first time. We asked Ben what had happened, and he said he remembers being cold, and thinking he was dead. He heard a whisper, like a voice coming through a sheet from the other side a thick door. Then he remembers us shaking him.
After all of this is over, and we go back to the mainland, me and Chris try and find out as much about the lighthouse as possible. He was very deep in the paranormal, and currently he works as a part time Paranormal Investigator in st. Augustine. We check out the librarie's newspaper archive, and we find out that the lighthouse's previous owner had been killed by a cop, who had been investigating the cases of 4 missing children. what he found out, apparently, is that the lighthouse man had been kidnapping young boys, and killing them by torture.
The cop had apparently eventually found out that it was the lighthouse man, and in mid february had went to check out the house itself. After finding almost nothing, he checks out the lighthouse. Somehow, he ends up shooting the lighthouse man, killing him.
The newspaper stopped there, and the librarian told us that alot of wierd things had happened in the lighthouse.
Ben has an account on here, so if you have questions or something he could answer them, or you could ask me. Sorry for making this so long, too.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 10:51 pm
Naibi My (first) ghost encounter is also what made me believe in them, of course.
It was over the winter break, and I was about 7 years old. We(my family and my best friend) were camping on Little St. George island, and we were near the lighthouse. So that night, my older brother, my friend, and I went to check it out. I followed my brother everywhere then, so even though I was terrified, I went with him. He went in first with the flashlight, and me and ben followed, standing close to each other. We walked the stairs, getting closer to the old burnt out lantern/torch thing at the top. About halfway up, Ben stops, grabs me and points towards the air out beside he steps. I turn, touch Chris(older brother with the mighty flashlight), and he turns and looks.
Out in midair, there was a shadow. Now, even though it wasnt used anymore, the lighthouse owner kept the inside lights lit, but only every 10-13 feet. We happened to be in a very dark spot, and at first I thought the shadow was just that, a shadow.
But it was moving, and none of us were. Chris shined the light on it, and the light just, stopped. The shadow moved towards us, and the flashligt flickered and went out. Naturally, I screamed like a girl, and Chris was busy trying to get the light on. We hear a gasp, then thump, and the light comes back on. Chris shines the light all around, but the thing was gone. I turn to Ben, and he isn't there. We call his name, but he doesn't call back. We thought he might have ran outside, since we were not that far from the ground floor. We head outside, call his name, and start walking along the beach back towards the lighthouse. We walk back inside, and laying on the floor was ben, out cold.
Thing is, he wasn't there when we left the first time. We asked Ben what had happened, and he said he remembers being cold, and thinking he was dead. He heard a whisper, like a voice coming through a sheet from the other side a thick door. Then he remembers us shaking him.
After all of this is over, and we go back to the mainland, me and Chris try and find out as much about the lighthouse as possible. He was very deep in the paranormal, and currently he works as a part time Paranormal Investigator in st. Augustine. We check out the librarie's newspaper archive, and we find out that the lighthouse's previous owner had been killed by a cop, who had been investigating the cases of 4 missing children. what he found out, apparently, is that the lighthouse man had been kidnapping young boys, and killing them by torture.
The cop had apparently eventually found out that it was the lighthouse man, and in mid february had went to check out the house itself. After finding almost nothing, he checks out the lighthouse. Somehow, he ends up shooting the lighthouse man, killing him.
The newspaper stopped there, and the librarian told us that alot of wierd things had happened in the lighthouse.
Ben has an account on here, so if you have questions or something he could answer them, or you could ask me. Sorry for making this so long, too.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 11:24 pm
Looking back, I can't say that I've seen any apparitions other than my grandmother and uncle that once when I was 4. But I did have a strange thing happen to me a few years ago.
I was getting ready to go out with my now ex-boyfriend. I sat on my bed to put on my shoes, and felt something wet seeping through my pants. I get up quickly and feel the bed; it's soaked!! I didn't spill anything on it, and I have no idea how it got there. My boyfriend comes in the room so I ask him, "Did you spill something on my bed??" He doesn't know how it got there, so we ask my mom. Nobody knows anything. eek My next thought is that it could be a leak in the roof, but the ceiling is dry. As I peel back the sheets I find that it has soaked into the bed, and left a stain about 2 feet in diameter. I don't know what the hell happened to my bed, but it started to smell strange too. I left the sheets off to let it air out. I come back later to make sure it's dry, and it is but the smell has gotten worse. I couldn't tell what the smell was exactly, but it reminded me of the dead. I figure it's time for a new bed! As we're moving the bed out, I notice a stain on the opposite side. Whatever PUDDLE had appeared on my bed, soaked through completely. To say the least, I was happy to be rid of that bed. exclaim
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 2:05 am
You have poor bladder control!!! xd
I'm kidding, but that sounds very strange.
Now somewhre, there is a hobo sleeping on a haunted bed.....
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 8:08 pm
The only ghostly encounters (that I can verify) that I've had took place in Gettysburg, PA.
The first time I was on a ghost tour from the Farnesworth House (shameless plug for a good place) and we were all standing on East Cemetary Ridge listening to the guide. Well, in typical fashion, I was kind of fading in and out of listening to him. Suddenly deep (I'd say about ten to fifteen feet) within the woodline (it was about 60 yards away) I saw a bright orange flash (the area behind the woodline in private property now, so nobody was in there) that could not have been a camera flash and there has never been a firefly that bright (there were tons of them that night). The only thing I can think of is muzzle flash from a gun that wasn't there (there was no sound involved in the incident).
The second happened when I was alone on East Cemetary Ridge (I think a previous incarnation of mine must have done some fighting there, or else the ghosts there just like me better than anywhere else on that battlefield). Anyway, I was standing about where I had been the previous night (in the above mentioned story) when I suddenly felt a somewhat hostile presence behind me. Whatever it's purpose I decided not to turn around and just waited it out. Now the wind was blowing that night and there was a streetlight nearby that was casting shadows from the nearby swaying tree branches. Well, after a few minutes of waiting it out a shadow moved very quickly across the nearest light area going one way (it was moving faster than the swaying branches anyway) and, as suddenly as it had come on me, the presence and it's hostility were gone.
The third involves a photograph I tool from the position occupied by the Union soldiers looking out over the field through which Gen. Pickett was ordered to charge his men. In the middle of the field is a wholly unexplainable light. It's not like any orb I've seen in pictures before.
Sorry about the wall o' text. sweatdrop
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 9:57 pm
Verienkeli The only ghostly encounters (that I can verify) that I've had took place in Gettysburg, PA. The first time I was on a ghost tour from the Farnesworth House (shameless plug for a good place) and we were all standing on East Cemetary Ridge listening to the guide. Well, in typical fashion, I was kind of fading in and out of listening to him. Suddenly deep (I'd say about ten to fifteen feet) within the woodline (it was about 60 yards away) I saw a bright orange flash (the area behind the woodline in private property now, so nobody was in there) that could not have been a camera flash and there has never been a firefly that bright (there were tons of them that night). The only thing I can think of is muzzle flash from a gun that wasn't there (there was no sound involved in the incident). The second happened when I was alone on East Cemetary Ridge (I think a previous incarnation of mine must have done some fighting there, or else the ghosts there just like me better than anywhere else on that battlefield). Anyway, I was standing about where I had been the previous night (in the above mentioned story) when I suddenly felt a somewhat hostile presence behind me. Whatever it's purpose I decided not to turn around and just waited it out. Now the wind was blowing that night and there was a streetlight nearby that was casting shadows from the nearby swaying tree branches. Well, after a few minutes of waiting it out a shadow moved very quickly across the nearest light area going one way (it was moving faster than the swaying branches anyway) and, as suddenly as it had come on me, the presence and it's hostility were gone. The third involves a photograph I tool from the position occupied by the Union soldiers looking out over the field through which Gen. Pickett was ordered to charge his men. In the middle of the field is a wholly unexplainable light. It's not like any orb I've seen in pictures before. Sorry about the wall o' text. sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 12:09 am
Could you upload the picture Verienkeli?
I would love to see the light orb!
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 6:49 am
I've had quite a few experiences with what I can only describe as ghosts. So I'll tell some of them to you all, and see what you think.
The first that I remember was when I was nearly four years old. Back then I had a big, painted white shelving unit parallel to my bed, which reached the ceiling. On the top shelf was where all my soft toys were kept. I was quite a cutsie little girl, and all the soft toys I had were bears and kittens, things like that. One night when I went to bed, I remember it being really dark, and that one of my bears seemed to resemble a bat with the lack of light. I looked at it, and it seemed to move. So naturally, I sat up and tried to look closer. Then it just flew at me. Literally. I screamed and my parents came rushing in and turned the light on. A bear was on the other side of the room, on my bed. They said it must have fallen, but it had moved too far to have fallen. It scared me quite a lot. But then the very next week, my dad left home, and I've been scared of the dark ever since.
Another experience I've had, that scared me the most, was when I was not too long ago. About four months ago or so. It started one night when after I'd turned out my lights and got into bed, things seemed to make more noise than usual. Now, things in my house always creek and make noise, I've got used to that. But these noises were louder and more frequent. I tried to just ignore them and get to sleep, as I usually try to do. But then it felt as if spiders were crawling up me, which terrified me, because spiders scare me more than the dark. So I jumped out of bed and bolted to switch the light on.
I looked around and checked all my bed sheets for a sign of this spider and found nothing. I checked all my walls, everywhere and found nothing. By now I had calmed down slightly, so I decided to go back to bed, just with a light on. After getting over the shock, I slept right through the night with nothing else happening.
The next night, after being told it was just my imagination, I went to bed feeling pretty good. I turned off the lights and climbed into bed. I got to sleep well, and slept until about 2am. My room seemed to be spinning when I opened my eyes, after hearing a loud bang. I sat up, got the torchy thing on my phone, and looked to find the source of this noise. Everything in my room that was small enough to be thrown was on the floor, and my wardrobe door was closed. Yes, I don't actually have my wardrobe door closed, because even that frightens me slightly, and it doesn't close properly anyway, so I have it at a 180 degree angle to my wardrobe, covering a small gap between my window and my wardrobe. This really, really scared me, so I turned the light on and started trying to get back to sleep.
I tried to keep my wardrobe door wide open, to cover the little gap, as that was where whatever had been causing these things seemed to be. Every night I'd make sure that door was firmly open, and I would try to get to sleep as quickly as possible. But things still got moved, the noises still kept me up most of the night.
This sort of thing happened for a few months, making it so I hated having to go to bed. It got so bad that I even wanted to try a banishing ritual, which I would hate doing, from feeling guilty. I'd told all my friends and my family, all of whom told me it was my imagination. Except for one of my friends, with whom I'm very close. He came to my house, and looked around my room for anything that could give us a clue as to what had been happening. He looked behind the wardrobe door, and found a photograph of me just on the floor. It had been taken as a joke with my sister's new polaroid camera she had for her birthday, which was a few days before all these things had begun. My friend asked me if I knew of the idea that each time you have your picture taken, it captures part of your soul. I told him I had. He said that what had been happening was either some form of ghost or something, or that the picture actually had taken part of my soul, and all that had been happening was caused by my own telekinetic ability.
I still to this day don't know what it was. What do you think?
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 8:11 am
The first gohst I have actually encounterd was about last year. I was walking to Subway from school and all of a sudden there was this girl standing to the left, ahead of me. I could tell she was dead because of how she was dressed, the face and the transparency to her.
She seemed to be right out of the fifties. She was wearing a cute red and white polkadoted dress with a red bow tied around the middle. In her dirty blonde hair there was another bow which was white. She had on some white doll like shoes with white socks. She would have been very cute if not for the horendis look upon her face. The frown was dark and menacing and I could feel the anger of this little girl all throught me. I could even see a dark aura shrouding her. That last part was wierd because I didn't know ghosts could have auras.
When I took a second look, she was gone and I had wonderd if I really did see her.
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 6:54 pm
Naibi Could you upload the picture Verienkeli? I would love to see the light orb! I'll have to get a scanner first, but I'll upload it when I can. *V is still stubbornly using her old 35mm camera*
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 1:19 pm
Spirit encounters aren't uncommon.
They happen all the time and sometimes people force themselves to disbelieve it.
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