I watched an episode of "Paranormal State" late last night. It seems about as realistic as "The Hills" so far. My wife and I went to bed laughing.

Interesting. I can swear that this story has never been posted before, nor has it been told to many of my friends.

Ok, this is getting weird, I literally remembered the part about passing the ghost to get to the parent's room. Also never posted on worth1000?

Nope. Never been posted on the net. I can't be certain a story like it hasn't been posted before by someone else.

I work in an old building. They used to keep me here until midnight to clean up from the shift and type up some reports.

I was always the last guy to leave.

One night after everyone was gone, I went to the restroom and did the thing that I do in the restroom. As I walked out of the restroom I saw the silohette of a man behind me through the reflection in my glasses. No one was there.

Another night the TV kept turning off and on and the volume kept going up and down. It was freaky, but I had to finish the stupid shift and type up the stupid reports despite all this.

I miss VooDoo and his witty sarcasm.

Can you rip the audio to your computer and post it?

Ok, after reading I noticed that this was already mentioned, regradless, I want to hear it! lol

wait and you dont belive in ghosts?!

My turn. I don't believe that ghosts are the spirits of the dead. I do believe in ghosts though. I believe them to be a psychic imprint left behind by intense emotions. To me, this kind of explains why when people "meet" a ghost, the ghost doesn't seem to know that it's dead; because it's basically just an imprint of a moment in the person's life.

I've never actually seen a human ghost, my closest experience to that is the feeling that I get when I go into my Aunt and Grandmother's basement. My Aunt and Grandmother bought the house about 20 years ago. Every time I go into their basement, as I pass through the one door, I get a chill and feel a sense of dread. For about 20 years, I kept this to myself, thinking that there's just something wrong with me. So last fall, I mention something to my sister about how I'm glad we have our own washer and dryer now so we don't have to go over there to do laundry. She asks why, and I explain; turns out that she always got the same feeling. So about a month later, I'm visiting my Aunt and Grandmother and they ask me to go grab something from the basement. I go down, get the feeling again, and then rush back up the stairs (I don't know why, the feeling just makes me feel like I need to get up the stairs in a hurry, even after spending a lot of time down in the basement. It's just something about going through that door and heading up the stairs, I feel safer going up the stairs in a hurry and shutting the gate, which is to keep my Aunt's dogs from going downstairs). So after rushing up the stairs, my Grandmother asks me why I did so. I explained the feeling I got, and she seemed to be quite relieved that she wasn't the only one who felt that way. I told her about my sister feeling that way too. Meanwhile, my Aunt thinks we're all crazy.

As for what I've seen, my most vivid experience was one time when I woke up at my Dad's house, went to the bathroom, and came back to find my cat laying in my bed. So I lay back down and start petting my cat. After about 10 minutes, I realize that the cat that I'm petting has been dead for 3 months. I looked down at him and he looked up at me and purred before jumping out of my bed and into nothingness (best way to describe it). I couldn't fall asleep after that. I still don't know if it was my mind playing tricks on me or what, but it certainly seemed real at the time. I swear I felt and saw him, and was awake enough to realize it. It was quite strange.

I'm highly skeptical of their existence. I think most "ghosts" can be easily explained by other things.

I took this at a cemetary in my home town. See the guy in the background? I am not good at spotting technological mishaps on cameras but I think it is an interesting photo nonetheless.

Im honestly surprised you can sleep still today.

I grew up in a very, very old house that had been a speakeasy in the 1920's and a a farm for a long time before that. When I was little my parents wouldn't let me play in the basement until we finished it because there were odd passages in the dirt below that had, as of lately, been used for modern pipes and such, but which had once been escape tunnels for the speak-easy.

Anyways, I saw more than my fair share of odd stuff there, but I was pretty young when we moved out. My sister, on the other hand, had a lot of scary incidents (she is 7 years older than I am).

She used to come home and find everything in her closet piled up on her floor. She would blame me only to find that I was somewhere else at had been all day. The door to the spare room (next to hers) would open and close late at night (her room was far away from both mine and my parents'). More than a few times she would wake up in the middle of the night and not only sense than someone was sitting at the edge of her bed but SEE THE INDENT. During these times she says she was paralyzed with fear and unable to move, but would somehow just fall back asleep.

Finally, my mom told her to tell the ghost how she felt next time something happened, and ask 'it' to stop.

So, wakes up one morning to find that a few of her drawers are open and that the contents are, again, piled up on the floor. She summons more bravery than I could have and starts to 'talk' to the ghost. She says that she knows it doesn't want to hurt her, but that the stuff it does is always scaring her and that she wishes it would stop. After a pause she asks if the ghost can hear her and that, if it does, please to respond. BANG BANG BANG!! She hears three knocks on her door.

She runs to it and turns the handle, expecting to see me messing with her. But there is no one there. Scared, she runs through the house, only to find that my parents and I were all gone. She grabbed her keys, got into her car and drove to a friends house.

She came back later that night and said she somehow felt much better in her room. She went to sleep like nothing had ever happened and she was never bothered again.

Sometimes I wake up screaming, dreaming of a man in my room. I don't sleep well with other people unless they don't move at all. Once, I nearly strangled a friend while I screamed in his face. After that, word got around that Dan was a night screamer.

Rough. I feel for you man.

I moan and sign heavily in my sleep, and I have night tremors, apparently I start to seize when Im asleep.

Good times.

I understand that. It's like a lot of other stuff - you don't believe in it until you see it.

But hey, I envy anyone who hasn't been around this stuff, life's much easier to deal with and such when you HAVEN'T seen / felt the unknown.

EDIT: WOW! I can totally be spooky when I need to be!

I don't see a man, but....

Whoa, I didn't see that before... ;)
The guy is to the left, right above the "s" in "this".

One time, when I was little, I thought there was a ghost following me home, because I could hear footsteps in the dirt but since the night was dark as dungeons I couldn't see a thing. It turned out to be a bear. I wished it would have been a ghost, since ghosts don't have big teeth and big claws.


I don't believe in ghosts and the like, Holy or not.

well ... in reading this thread, i'd like to share my encounters with 'shadow people,' but will other plimates like voodoopeacock jump in and patronize and personally insult me when i do? i once shared in another message board that had a thread like this, then i was immediately and personally branded a heroin abuser by the board's popular admin.