I got a few more stories, but they are kind of creepy. Just about stigmitism and stuff and about some houses. Like there is this one house that they went to and it was all decorated with pentagons and in the middle of it there was a goat hanging above and blood dripping down. Another place we went to was not near as bad, but it was weird. We like went to this one house and there was this wheelchair (got the Freddy crugar look to it) and it like started rolling back and fourth across the floor and there was no way it could have moved cause it was practically buried under shit. Also that ghost that is in my fiance's house can get kind of mean and shit and like claw you. *ouch* Another one that lives in this little hotel thing picked this guy up by the throat and started throwing shit around. The one that I had in my house would wake me up at exactly 3:30 to a loud bang and there she would be standing there looking at me and at night she would wake around on the back porch. She was evil looking, so I banishsed her. One person I knew was possessed by something and would go crazy and beat people. Then they would speak in tongue. Crazy shit. I know a whole shit load of stories.

keep them coming... any frightfully delightful details or spooky gore, please tell me more...

Ghosts, for me, are things I can only see out of the corner of my eye. If I ever try to look at a spook straight on, It dissapears.
I used to live across the road from a house that had been empty for about a year...And yet every time I went past it, I always thought that I could see someone inside, sitting at the window, gazing out.
So, one afternoon, my friend and I went over and snuck inside.
It was really wierd downstairs, because I kept on thinking I could see someone walking...more like angrily stomping around in the living-room. We kept on hearing some mumbling and muttering sounds, coming from upstairs...but really faint though, we had to hold our breaths to hear it.
So we went upstairs; and into a bedroom that faced the road, and my house, and what I saw scared my Sh!tless; a woman, in raggedy clothes, staring out the window, and talking to herself.
I stared at her straight on, but she didn't dissapear like the others would, and turned to look at me.
My friend ran for it; and so did I, but not before seeing a little girl, out of the corner of my eye, sitting in the right-hand corner of the room, hugging her knees and looking at me.

I never went back inside that house, but was told about what happened in it a couple of years before. A family had lived there, mother, father, and daughter. The man was apparently a child-abuser, and had been in some sort of court-case or something over it. However, one night, a burgeler broke in, and caught by surprize at the family being there, had shot the family dead, the father downstairs, the girl in her room, and the mother in her room.
I was also told that they had found a squatter on the premises, a few days after I had gone there.
Whether she could see the ghosts and was talking to them, or whether she was just a cold old crazy lady, I'll never know.
:eek

Everyone likes a good spook story.

Anyway, back on topic; I dont believe in ghosts...in the stereotypical sense. Such as walking around going "woogy woogy", or being someone's trapped soul.
I believe that they are just residue emotional pockets, with no soul. Like auras, left behind when the person died. In the case of my ghost experience, the emotional content of being shot through the head with a shot-gun should leave emotional residue in the house for decades.
Which perhaps also explains why certain rooms have a certain atmosphere, you know? Some thing emotional happened there.

No that makes complete sense...every action that happens leaves some form of eneryg (sex, passion, anger etc.) and if enough of it in concentrated in an area, it can be overwhelming. When we first move in to our new place, you could feel the oppression, we could almost feel the bitterness and loneliness of the previous owner...especially in the bedroom, it took about a month of...well you know and our happiness to drive it away...Still everyonce in a while you'll feel the presence, and my daughter will "talk to the man" but it doesn't seem so hostile, whether it just accepted the fact that we now lived there or kinda likes having the company but it's all mellow now...

and then in the house my father had...there was one room that if you went in there you could feel the anger rise...he asked the man he bought it from about the room...It was the room his wife and him would argue in to hide it from their children...they were divorced and both very much alive...

i picked no. but only on technicallity. i don't believe in such things, but it does not mean i DISbelieve. i'm keeping an open mind. such things are possibel sure. but i suppose like all other things not of the physical provable world (like god - argue if you want) i have little or no faith to believe blindly.

I just had me another little encounter this week-end. I walked into this closet when it was dark and looked into a corner and there she was. She was dead and sitting there shaking and I could only see her and no one could and I felt icky and she told me to get out. Kind of scared me. Then I went into the kitchen and something went through me and my eyes started rolling into the back of my head and that is when my fiance started screaming at me and I was like "woooaahhhhhh......"

Each ghost is a unique entity, a unique soul if you may.

Ew I got another story!! Ok I was at my fiance's again and like we heard this noise so I looked outside and there was this little orbe looking light blinking in his car and I go "oh my gosh come look at your car!!" So he did and he was listening and then all of a sudden his radion in there popped on full blast and his keys weren't in it or anything and like about that time we saw this weird thing that looked demon like run across the yard. Well not too long after that my mom pulled up and the radio outside just flicked off and then I left and later his little sister ran downstairs screaming and balling about something being up in her room. It was weird.

not mine though

Once there was a very lonely guy, he would spend his nighths praying for the perfect wife, he would spend his days wishing for her; on and on it went. One day he went to town and met the most perfect woman he ever imagined.

Well after a few months of courting they got married, and the only condition she gave him was to never remove the velvet choker on her neck, no matter what. Well they lived very happily for several months and as his love for her grew, the more curious he was about the choker, and her vow to never remove it. He began to persist about knowing and she would just ask if that's what he wanted? The tone rather disturbed him, but he kept asking.

One night as they are in bed, he tell her to remove the choker or he will be rid of him. She once again asked him if that was wanted, and he demanded yes. She reached back and he heard a sound that reminded him of something being peeled off. As she brought it around together, he saw a very red and gory mark encircling her neck. As her head began to fall forward she vanished...leaving only the bloodied choker...

I embellished a bit