No, I do not believe in ghosts...but now my husband will disagree with me. He watches all them ghost hunting shows and I have to sit thru them. They are so fake...

I'm open-minded abut the subject, but am not so sure about John Edward...

I watch Ghost Adventures.. but that's mostly because the hunters are hilarious. But I like to say I'm open minded. I haven't experienced anything and I kind of believe that some people's mind's play tricks on them. But if something happens to me, I'd probably change my mind VERY quickly.

I don't believe in any of that hogwash mumbo jumbo non-sense... but then I have personally seen and experienced some things that I cannot explain. I lived in a house that was built by a man in the 40s. He and his wife lived there their whole adult lives and they died of old age stuff around two months apart just a short time before I moved in there. I lived alone. I put new locks on the doors myself when I moved in, so no one else had a key. I am also an only child, OCD, Virgo, so I am VERY particular about things ALWAYS being put in there place. I would come home and find things moved. Like a chair that I always left pushed in was turned around, moved across the room and pointed so someone could sit in it and look out the window. I never used that chair that way. It was at my workbench area and always faced the workbench. At times I would hear voices or movement noises, and my ordinarily sweet dogs would hackle up and snarl in that direction, but no one was there.

There was one very compelling incident, but it happened while I was other midst of a very high fever, and that one can be explained by fever induced hallucinations, but the other stuff can't be.

I have no doubt that I was sharing that house with some sort of presence that I cannot explain.

Tom Wrote:I don't believe in any of that hogwash mumbo jumbo non-sense... but then I have personally seen and experienced some things that I cannot explain. I lived in a house that was built by a man in the 40s. He and his wife lived there their whole adult lives and they died of old age stuff around two months apart just a short time before I moved in there. I lived alone. I put new locks on the doors myself when I moved in, so no one else had a key. I am also an only child, OCD, Virgo, so I am VERY particular about things ALWAYS being put in there place. I would come home and find things moved. Like a chair that I always left pushed in was turned around, moved across the room and pointed so someone could sit in it and look out the window. I never used that chair that way. It was at my workbench area and always faced the workbench. At times I would hear voices or movement noises, and my ordinarily sweet dogs would hackle up and snarl in that direction, but no one was there.

There was one very compelling incident, but it happened while I was other midst of a very high fever, and that one can be explained by fever induced hallucinations, but the other stuff can't be.

I have no doubt that I was sharing that house with some sort of presence that I cannot explain.

It is the old woman she liked to sit and look out that window. They are both still there.

Growing up, my family lived about half a block from an old old cemetery...it was a very spooky place and my friends and I always avoided it when we could. But, one Halloween night playing truth or dare, I chose dare, and was dared to run through the cemetery. I had to run all the way to the back wall and run back. Being the grizzly manly man that I am, I was like "Heck yeah!". So I ran through the cemetery and made it to the back wall and turned around to run back and that's when I felt it...the ground shaking as a massive earthquake. The ground beneath the tombstones began to give way to reveal deep chasms filled with amber glow. The chasms spewed out the coughin's of the long ago deceased and then....the coughin's began to float towards me. I quickly dodged the first coughin' and leaped over the first chasm that stood between me and the entrance gate of the cemetery. One by one the coffins approached me. Some I dodged, and some I collided with and knocked over. I was 10 yards from the gate when I saw my friends at the gate encouraging me not to look back, but to keep running as I was almost to the end. As I began to jump over the last hole before the clearing to the front gate, my foot clipped a tombstone that was knocked over from the shaking of the earth. A sharp pain roared through the side of my face as I hit the dirt floor of the hole. I could feel the warm blood running down my face and I knew I was injured. As quickly as I could I turned around to face upward, the whole was only about 6 feet deep...I could jump out and make it in time before the coughin's caught up to me. As I attempted to stand on my feet, I saw the first coughin' hover over the hole, then another and another until the hole was completely surrounded, preventing my escape. The coughin's began to rise so that they stood upright nearly six feet in the air above the hole. Then, I noticed a small object like a rock bounce off one of the coughin's and fall into the hole. Again and again the rocks pelted the sides of the coughin's hovering over me. I could hear the faint cries of my friends begging my so called attackers to leave me alone. Then one rock bounced of a coughin and fell into my hand. I gazed at the rock in the dim amber light and realized it wasn't a rock, it was...a cough drop. I remembered one of the friends in my group had been sick with a cough, and had brought a big bag of cough drops with him to our party. I glanced back up and saw that the coughin's began to back away from the hole. I took the chance and jumped out of the hole in one big leap. As a looked around the ground level, I was surprised at how quickly the coughin's were fleeing the area, returning to the holes from whence they came. Dazed and confused I limped over to my friends at the gate, and as I approached I found myself asking what had made the coughin's retreat. My friend cleared his throat, obviously recovering from his prior illness, looked me deep in the eyes and said that cough drops always stop the coughin'.

Yes, I believe in the paranormal.

(10-04-2012 07:58 AM)Neal Wrote:  Growing up, my family lived about half a block from an old old cemetery...it was a very spooky place and my friends and I always avoided it when we could. But, one Halloween night playing truth or dare, I chose dare, and was dared to run through the cemetery. I had to run all the way to the back wall and run back. Being the grizzly manly man that I am, I was like "Heck yeah!". So I ran through the cemetery and made it to the back wall and turned around to run back and that's when I felt it...the ground shaking as a massive earthquake. The ground beneath the tombstones began to give way to reveal deep chasms filled with amber glow. The chasms spewed out the coughin's of the long ago deceased and then....the coughin's began to float towards me. I quickly dodged the first coughin' and leaped over the first chasm that stood between me and the entrance gate of the cemetery. One by one the coffins approached me. Some I dodged, and some I collided with and knocked over. I was 10 yards from the gate when I saw my friends at the gate encouraging me not to look back, but to keep running as I was almost to the end. As I began to jump over the last hole before the clearing to the front gate, my foot clipped a tombstone that was knocked over from the shaking of the earth. A sharp pain roared through the side of my face as I hit the dirt floor of the hole. I could feel the warm blood running down my face and I knew I was injured. As quickly as I could I turned around to face upward, the whole was only about 6 feet deep...I could jump out and make it in time before the coughin's caught up to me. As I attempted to stand on my feet, I saw the first coughin' hover over the hole, then another and another until the hole was completely surrounded, preventing my escape. The coughin's began to rise so that they stood upright nearly six feet in the air above the hole. Then, I noticed a small object like a rock bounce off one of the coughin's and fall into the hole. Again and again the rocks pelted the sides of the coughin's hovering over me. I could hear the faint cries of my friends begging my so called attackers to leave me alone. Then one rock bounced of a coughin and fell into my hand. I gazed at the rock in the dim amber light and realized it wasn't a rock, it was...a cough drop. I remembered one of the friends in my group had been sick with a cough, and had brought a big bag of cough drops with him to our party. I glanced back up and saw that the coughin's began to back away from the hole. I took the chance and jumped out of the hole in one big leap. As a looked around the ground level, I was surprised at how quickly the coughin's were fleeing the area, returning to the holes from whence they came. Dazed and confused I limped over to my friends at the gate, and as I approached I found myself asking what had made the coughin's retreat. My friend cleared his throat, obviously recovering from his prior illness, looked me deep in the eyes and said that cough drops always stop the coughin'.

Yes, I believe in the paranormal.

Haha!

I suppose I believe in "entities" but I don't believe them to be the spirits of dead people... maybe "energies"?

As a Christian, I do not believe in undead spirits and whatnot. When you die, you go "up" or "down" and that's pretty much where you stay, at least until the judgment day, etc. (anyone who has read the book of Revelations knows what I'm talking about). Not really wanting to embark on a religious discussion, but you're not "stuck in limbo" to take care of unfinished business, or anything like that, and you don't have free reign to float between the dimensions.

I DO believe that what most people interpret as ghost are actually angels or demons, honestly more of the latter IMHO.

(10-04-2012 10:58 AM)StudentoftheReptile Wrote:  As a Christian, I do not believe in undead spirits and whatnot. When you die, you go "up" or "down" and that's pretty much where you stay, at least until the judgment day, etc. (anyone who has read the book of Revelations knows what I'm talking about). Not really wanting to embark on a religious discussion, but you're not "stuck in limbo" to take care of unfinished business, or anything like that, and you don't have free reign to float between the dimensions.

I DO believe that what most people interpret as ghost are actually angels or demons, honestly more of the latter IMHO.

Why more demons than angels?

(10-04-2012 10:58 AM)StudentoftheReptile Wrote:  As a Christian, I do not believe in undead spirits and whatnot. When you die, you go "up" or "down" and that's pretty much where you stay, at least until the judgment day, etc. (anyone who has read the book of Revelations knows what I'm talking about). Not really wanting to embark on a religious discussion, but you're not "stuck in limbo" to take care of unfinished business, or anything like that, and you don't have free reign to float between the dimensions.

I DO believe that what most people interpret as ghost are actually angels or demons, honestly more of the latter IMHO.

I always find it amusing when self-professed "Christians" don't believe in ghosts when their whole religion is founded on their messiah being martyred and then rising from the dead. We have the holy trinity, the holy ghost and for God's sake we have a national holiday with bunnies and chocolates commemorating the re-birth of Christ. How can a "Christian" NOT believe in ghosts?

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(10-04-2012 06:58 AM)Watsonpartyof4 Wrote:  

Tom Wrote:I don't believe in any of that hogwash mumbo jumbo non-sense... but then I have personally seen and experienced some things that I cannot explain. I lived in a house that was built by a man in the 40s. He and his wife lived there their whole adult lives and they died of old age stuff around two months apart just a short time before I moved in there. I lived alone. I put new locks on the doors myself when I moved in, so no one else had a key. I am also an only child, OCD, Virgo, so I am VERY particular about things ALWAYS being put in there place. I would come home and find things moved. Like a chair that I always left pushed in was turned around, moved across the room and pointed so someone could sit in it and look out the window. I never used that chair that way. It was at my workbench area and always faced the workbench. At times I would hear voices or movement noises, and my ordinarily sweet dogs would hackle up and snarl in that direction, but no one was there.

There was one very compelling incident, but it happened while I was other midst of a very high fever, and that one can be explained by fever induced hallucinations, but the other stuff can't be.

I have no doubt that I was sharing that house with some sort of presence that I cannot explain.

It is the old woman she liked to sit and look out that window. They are both still there.

Make me a believer Dawndy. Tell me more. I perceived many things on my feverish night. Can you tell me anything else.

(10-04-2012 11:07 AM)Tom Wrote:  I always find it amusing when self-professed "Christians" don't believe in ghosts when their whole religion is founded on their messiah being martyred and then rising from the dead. We have the holy trinity, the holy ghost and for God's sake we have a national holiday with bunnies and chocolates commemorating the re-birth of Christ. How can a "Christian" NOT believe in ghosts?

Depends on how you define ghost maybe.

Not wanting to get too religious, Christ was resurrected with body and spirit...not really a ghost as I would define it.

What some call angels and demons, others call ghosts.

I've been to many a sermon or service where the person up front referred to Him as "the holy ghost". You know, "The father, the son, the holy ghost..."

This always confounded me as a child. "No such things as ghosts!", they would say. "No such things as monsters either". Then those same people would be talking about resurrections, holy ghosts, angels and demons, etc... I was so confused by the apparent and total disconnect here...

I know. Huge can O' worms for some. I'll just leave it alone.

This would lead to the discussion of the nature of the Godhead... definitely something I'm not interested in getting into on the internet. But, I actually agree with you that it's confusing that those who believe in "the holy ghost" then say they don't believe in ghosts....but again, maybe those people have different definitions for the terms "holy ghost" and a "ghost".

...and, the way we celebrate "Easter" is not a Christian holiday.