Ghosts and other Supernatural/Paranormal Events

[topher]

Marywebgirl asked and I shall provide.

Have any weird ghosts stories that happened to you?

Let me preface this story saying that my wife's family has a history of bizarre things.

My wife's mother died 5 months before our wedding which was really traumatic. We returned from our honeymoon and my wife went onto the balcony of our apartment to relax.
Our apartment was shaped in V with the bedroom on a leg and the living room/kitchen in the other. The balcony sat between the two legs with sliding doors on each side.
As she was sitting there thinking about her mother and missing her so much, a tapping at the window to her right broke her thought process about her mother. My wife, took a minute and comes in and asks me what I wanted.
Me? I was in the bathroom the whole time and didn't do it.
We really believe it was her mother letting her know it was okay to let go and start a new life with me.

We think she also visited us at our first home. I was on the first floor and heard footsteps on the second. Our house was a really small Cape Cod. I thought my wife was putting away clothes so I started a conversation with her from the foot of the steps. I was asking her if she needed help or something like that. I still heard the footsteps and went "Hon did you hear me?" Well right then my wife came up from behind me because she was in the basement the whole time. When we moved the last thing I said in the house was "As you know we are moving, if you are Karen's Mom we are at our new address if not stay here and take care of the new owners.

[Yossarian]

My father's side of the family lives in the Ukraine and in the same month that I was born one of my father's cousins had a baby girl. So my mother, being a religious type, went to the cathedral to light a candle for the other baby. No matter what she did though the candle would not light. A month later, that baby was dead and those relatives refused to see me when I went to the Ukraine.

Another weird coincidence - a family friend who had a baby as a teenager and gave her child for adoption decided, twenty years later, that she wanted to try to contact her son. So she put her name down on the list that she was open to meeting her now adult son and she got an immediate callback from the agency because her son had, five minutes earlier, been in contact with them to see if he could meet his birth mother.

[Oxynia]

Great thread!

I'm a firm believer in an afterlife and have had a fair share of experiences with ghosts, mostly my grandmother on my mother's side. I'm named after her, so our bond was always strong even when my husband and I moved thousands of miles away.

On the morning when she died, I woke up feeling very odd and a bit on edge. I had no explanation for it, I just remember feeling very anxious. It was a Saturday and I had some errands to run so my husband stayed home with the kids. When I arrived home and was just putting the key in the door, I heard my grandmother's voice behind me clear as day saying the Greek equivalent of "It's OK now". I whipped around and of course, no-one was there. I just knew.

When I went inside, my husband told me my mother rang to say my grandmother had died. I said I already know because she told me herself. She had suffered a very long illness and I knew she wanted me to know that she was finally free of it. I think she came to me instead of my brothers or sisters because of our bond and also because I was the only one of our family who was living far away from her.

I "smell" her often, as well. She always wore a perfume that smelled of lilacs and occasionally I will get a really overpowering smell of it in the oddest places, including my car. She always enjoyed going for a drive with me when we lived closer, so I believe she's still coming out for a ride.

I've had a few other experiences too but will save for later. I'm excited to hear other people's stories!

[Deleted]

I'm also a believer in ghosts.

I have a story that makes me feel really guilty. One time I was in my bedroom. Everytime I started towards the door my CD player would turn on by itself. This happened several times and I made sure I wasn't stepping on the clicker. I wasn't even in the same spot when it happened. When I called my mom in to show her, it stopped. I was pretty freaked out and I heard that if you tell a ghost to go away, sometimes they will. So , I told the ghost to leave me alone. Thinking about it later I realised it was my deceased grandpa's birthday. I hadn't visited his grave for his birthday, nor for Father's day. I really think it was him saying "Hey, where have you been?" I feel lousy about it.

Shortly after my grandpa died I had a really nice dream with him. It was just my grandpa and I talking about his death and stuff. It was great because he had been senile his last couple of years and I couldn't talk to him like normal. I really believe that it actually was him. It's a gut feeling.

I have been mocked by my friends for years for my "demon birds". I'm too lazy to type out the story right now, but I will later. (There are no actual demon birds in the story)

[kostgard]

I don't have any family-related ghosts stories other than after my granfather died, my grandmother swears he was messing with this one clock in her house. It would do weird things like chime 13 and go off at weird times.

But most of the folks in my family believe that the house I grew up in was haunted. Nothing really scary, the "ghost" never really did much other than walk the hallway between my mom's bedroom and the bathroom.

We first figured out that everyone had seen her when my grandmother came out to visit and woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. As she was walking down the hall towards the bathroom, she saw a woman with shoulder-length blonde hair in what looked like a long nightgown walk from my mom's bedroom to the bathroom. She thought it was my mom, so she said, "Looks like we're on the same potty schedule." She got no response, so she just stood there in the hall waiting for "mom" to finish in the bathroom. After a few minutes, she got tired of waiting and went down to knock on the door, but the door was open so she turned on the light, and no one was there.

At the time, she didn't think anything of it, but the next morning she mentioned it, and both my sisters said the same thing had happened to them - where they thought they saw my mom go from her room to the bathroom, but when they walked by the bathroom, they saw that the door was open and no one was inside. When my grandmother described what she looked like, I remembered waking up one night and seeing someone who looked like that looking in on me from the door (the way a parent would look in on a sleeping child). Then we mentioned it to my mom, she was just all, "Oh, so you've seen her too? I see her all the time."

I don't remember if anyone else saw her. I just remember that my sister had a friend who didn't like to use that bathroom because she always felt "weird" when she was in there. But she never did anything else, never made any noise, and caused no damage other than making people stand in the hallway doing the pee-pee dance while they waiting for the bathroom to become available.

[pepper67]

Perfect topic for Hallowe'en!

I was at a friend's house once and we were upstairs in her bedroom. She was talking about her parents (who are both dead) and then we heard a woman calling her name from the bottom of the stairs.

My friend, Cathy, went to the top of the stairs and called down, but got no reply. She looked at me, and asked if she was hearing things. I said no, because I'd heard the woman too.

Cathy went downstairs to see who it was but there was no one except her husband and young kids there - and they hadn't seen anyone. To get into (or out of) the hall, there are three options. Up the stairs, into the sitting room or out through the front door.

We were upstairs, and the woman didn't go that way. The door into the sitting room squeaked badly when you opened it, so she couldn't have gone that way. As for the front door, it was mid-winter and the door was sticking, so when you opened it the knocker banged loudly - so the woman couldn't have gone that way either. Personally, I think it was her mother, just letting her know she was still around.

And talking of parents, I recently went to a psychic evening and was told by the medium that my father is dead. The medium assumed that I wasn't bothered, and carried on to talk about various other relatives and what they had to say (and he was accurate), so I never did find out what message my father wanted to pass on.

I've never met my father (he left when I was three months old), so it's left me wondering: A) is he dead? And B) what the heck did he want?!

[schmoosie]

First of all, I have to say that I am very jealous of those who have visitations from their deceased parents. My mother has been gone almost 2 years, my Dad 6. The only dreams I've had about my Mom were about her being mad the house was sold and her telling me she's not dead..

I had an experience relating to my mom once that left me really sad. I was at the laudrymat folding clothes when I happened upon a shirt my mother had sewed a patch on for me. It was a monarch butterfly. I felt this chill go through me and my eyes teared up. I felt a voice (I say felt because I didn't really hear it), telling me to show the butterfly to the lady sitting at the table behind me. I wasn't sure what I was going to say..I mean it's kinda weird to just show someone a patch on your shirt. I was so compelled to talk to her that I turned around. I showed her the butterfly and told her the story of how my mom was gone and she sewed the butterfly for me and that I just needed to show her. The woman put her hand to her mouth for a moment then smiled a little as she looked at the butterfly. "My son," she said. "Died a few months ago. Shortly after he died, I was driving his car and it was covered with butterflies and now I've been encountering them everywhere." The fact that I had this butterfly, sewn by my deceased mother on my shirt and was forcefully compelled to show her, really drove home the message for her. I guess he was always giving her butterflies. So, something that I thought was my mom for me, was for someone else. My mom and I were extremely close and it greives me that she hasn't contacted me in some way. My dad hasn't either, but he's not the type of person who would.

I have a plethora of little ghost stories. I'll post some later.

[zacandmax]

I want to post, as I have stories to share, but I always get teary and emotional when I think about my dead relatives coming to visit. I am welled up now, just reading your stories. Will post later after I find my nerve.

[Deleted]

We had a place about 35 miles from my house called the spook light,Here is the website talking about it. A bunch of friends and I liked to drive up there and sit for hours waiting for it. Most nights it never came, the old guys say it won't come out if you expect it to. One night when I was 17 we saw it bobbing at the end of the road and it scared the crap out of me. The problem was it was only 45 degrees outside but we all felt very warm after seeing it, turns out that happens alot when people are near it as it resembles a fire ball.

I love visiting haunted places, my husband and I may visit some of the civil war sites next year when he gets back from Iraq.

[marywebgirl]

This is, by far, the oddest thing that's ever happened to me. When I was 16 or so I was hanging out in my bedroom, which was a corner room with two windows. One faced our front yard (south), which was closed, and one faced our east side yard, which was open. I grew up in the country, but it's more farmland country than wild animal country. Suddenly I started to hear screams. It sounded human, and it sounded like it was starting west of our neighbors to the west, and moving around the south side of our house and ending in the east side yard, beginning high and getting lower in pitch until it stopped. This went on for 15 minutes, and the scream kept repeating, but starting and ending closer and getting shorter in length, until it sounded like it stopped right outside my east window. I was frozen for about five minutes, then I went out to the kitchen, which was on the south side of the house, and asked my mom if she heard that. Of course she said no. People I've told said it must have been some sort of animal, but the acoustics were so odd -- my front window was closed, so if there really was screaming outside I should have heard it more from my side window since it was open, and we're talking a good 1/4 mile this "thing" would have to travel in the space of about 10 seconds, then run back silently and do it again.