[Sjc0]

Anyone have ghostly experiences to share for Halloween?

[IchbinkeinTeufel]

Ah, ... wouldn't you like to know, ... *taps nose*

[Sjc0]

I want to believe...

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[Webgoji]

Let's see, our house is infested ...

1. The peeker. We have a little peeker that likes to look around the corner checking to see if everyone is asleep yet. We kept thinking it was one of the boys until the boys were gone one night and we still had someone peeking in at us.

2. The temper tantrum. A friend was sitting in the other room when one of our wine glasses (which had been on the wall for 6 months) fell out of the holder and broke on the floor. The other glasses were where they should have been, but I guess that one was offensive.

3. That picture's in the wrong place. My wife and I had one of the portraits in our house down on the couch while we were doing something. Both of us watched it "jump" up to where it was supposed to be and then fall back down.

4. Where we're going, we don't need walls. We still don't know what the heck we saw, but my wife and I were in bed reading (really! we were!) and something ran around the corner and up the wall. Looked like a tailypo if you asked me.

5. Catch! My wife was taping up one of her projects and reached for the tape to find it wasn't there. She looked up and saw it roll past the door and into the kitchen. The boys and I weren't home.

It goes on and on. We have all kinds of caspers running around our house. They're almost like friends hanging out with us. Of course, depending on your beliefs, we do tend to attract them ...

[Trippin2.0]

Spirits mostly visit in my sleep with private messages for family members, although my own father has been known to "haunt" my mother and I from time to time. Lol, he likes to leave white feathers and sit on our beds.

Once this strange man was in my dream, he stood out because I was among a group of friends and family and didn't recognize him. When we made eye contact he mouthed the word "help"... I vaguely remember waking up in the middle of the night after going over to talk to him in my dream.

The next morning there was a 4 page letter to a friend of mine from her biological dad, a man whom I've never met as he lived in a different city, where she is originaly from.

I didnt read past the intro, went across the road and delivered it. She cried and told me he had passed on during the night. She let me read the letter and it was full of info I had no way of knowing. Example: A huge trustfund he set up for her when she was little and that it would pay out when she turned 21...

She bought a house and furthered her studies with that money btw

Her mom hunted down an old pic of him and sure enough it was the man from my dream the night before.

I wonder if I attract them, they've been visiting and asking me to play messenger since I was quite young

[healingme4me]

The night my mom died, a bunch of stuff, that was on a level shelf, came flying off said shelf, in the middle of the night, waking me up, startling me.

[Sjc0]

Thanks for the stories. They are great! I have only one personal experience and it is maybe a stretch too even count it in the mix. Since you guys took the time to share, I figure I should at least offer up what I have...

Before my Dad died he had moved into an assisted living place. Every day, there was this row of scowling women that would congregate at the main entrance just down from the residents dining hall. You couldn't enter, eat, or leave without parading past their judgmental gaze and scowling faces. Yes it is true, I have no clue what may have been going on in these ladies minds. They never spoke to passers-by or each other that I noticed. If you smiled and said hello, you got nothing more than an eyeing up and down that made you feel unwelcome and maybe improperly attired.

My Dad was never a particularly social man, and I learned of this behavior talking to the staff after his death. I suppose since he had to walk past these women daily he took it upon himself to try to cheer them up or maybe just mess with them a little and entertain himself. The story is he would bring down a pocket full of starlight mints and hand them to the ladies and any one else I guess every day. I can't say it changed the reception I received from the ladies, but it maybe made a difference when I wasn't around. It was remarkable enough in within the walls of the facility that the staff placed a bowl of mints out the announce his death and serve as a memorial I suppose.

One of the items I kept from his apartment there was an unopened bag of those mints. The bag came home with me and landed on a low bookshelf along with a box of momentos. The mints sat next to the box on that shelf for 2 years.

One day I had had a bizarre dream involving the death of the father of someone with whom I am very close. I had called them and the conversation moved to my own father's dying and I got pretty emotional about it all. During this moment my dog got up and stood at the bedroom door doing his please let me out whine. I opened the door so he could go satisfy whatever he was suddenly curious about and continued my teary introspective conversation. He, the dog, wasn't gone but a few seconds it seemed and was back in the room and laying down next to me on the floor by the bed. I didn't really look at him when he came back in, just saw him come in and lay down. I am still talking, soon I hear these rustling and cracking sounds. I look down to see what he was doing and see him with that bag of mints he had ignored for 2 years previously in his mouth. I took one for myself, thanked my Dad, and smiled a little.

[MuseumGhost]

Wow, there is some pretty amazing stuff here.

Like webgoji and Trippin, I find I tend to attract/experience a certain amount of "otherwise unexplainables". The kiss on the cheek the second of my mother's death---and my brother felt the exact same thing, too---in his apartment, 17 miles away. She had always kissed us on the cheek----

The voice on the non-magnetic part of the cassette tape, that was recorded humming the tune I was about to record for a German Club Christmas party in High School---I heard nothing in the room at the time, and felt nothing with me, but it was there, clear and crisp, and with no distortion----(the instrument I was playing was an old German tabletop music box---from the late 19th century, which is glorious and marvelous and plays large steel discs---so pretty!). The voice faded as the music kicked in. Deeply spooky.

Visits from some kind of spectre or energy that bring with them scents---french toast on one occasion; rose-scented cologne on another; and all the spices of the orient on another occasion. There one second, gone a few seconds more. No logical explanation available. And I do try very hard to look for logical explanations.

The bathroom door being nudged open gently a few weeks after my beloved girl kitty passed away---she always loved to accompany me in the bathroom, she was fascinated by running water. And the sensation of little cat feet walking ALL over my bed at different times---but no kitty to be seen.

There are so many. Not much has happened lately, though.