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Post by Ava on Mar 28, 2019 1:56:09 GMT
I guess a lot of people have seen this:
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Up until last week, my ghost sightings were:
1) Late night sighting of a ghost in Civil War era dress/bonnet in Gettysburg, but...I was always reluctant to grant that.
2) The garden ghost that jumped out of my dying sage patch in broad daylight (absolutely happened, took several seconds).
....And various orb sightings, but I think they are different. I'm just saying, it's very, very rare for me to claim to see an actual ghost.
New one from last week:
3) Driving with most of my kids through a busy part of town at night, coming up to the brightly lit Whole Foods parking lot, I looked over and saw a black silhouette of a person walking. There was no depth to this shadow, it looked like a black ghost, and it disappeared after a few seconds. As it was happening, I said to my kids, "Oh WOW there is ghost over there by Whole Foods!" and one of them says he thinks he saw it for a second.
I hope I see more of those. It seemed to make the world feel more complete and inhabited and real.
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Post by Ava on Aug 7, 2019 20:41:09 GMT
Oh that is so sad @blindlion ...and creepy.
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Post by anela on Oct 11, 2019 7:48:02 GMT
I've always wanted to go to New Orleans, but now I'm not so sure: jezebel.com/1838856002I love hearing about this kind of thing, but don't want to experience it. I guess that's silly. I want to do the tours, I want to try a beignet, I've wanted to see the place for years. But I don't want to stay in one of their haunted hotels.
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Post by anela on Oct 14, 2019 7:01:16 GMT
I'm still reading the stories that I linked to (although one was a confirmed urban legend). Thinking about things that have happened around me or my family, and things I've been told. Especially since we're coming up to the holiday season, and it's once again really occurring to me that my mother is gone for good. It sounds crazy, but every year, a part of me needs that reminder. Anyway, my grandmother (English one) was supposedly psychic. Mum told me there were times when she would see things, like turning around in the kitchen, and dropping what she was holding, because she'd be surprised by seeing her mother there (nobody else could see anything). There were times when they would be sitting together at night, after my grandfather died, and she would just say, "Your dad was just here" and mum would say, "I know". She couldn't see him, but it would feel different, and grandma wasn't comfortable with it - mum envied her ability to see lost loved ones, if they were around, and wished that she could see them too. One day, I may have already mentioned this, a man knocked on the door, and I think he was selling dictionaries, or those packages of books filled with information on things in alphabetical order. My brain doesn't appear to be working, I don't know why I can't think of the name. Grandma loved to meet people, and spend time talking to them (she was a stereotypical Gemini in that way, she was an excellent storyteller, which might be where mum got her writing ability - she used to recount poems and stories to us, she knew them by heart). She spends a lot of time talking to this young man, at the front door, walks off to look for her purse (she couldn't really afford to buy anything). The front door has stairs right in front of it, and a hallway leading to another door that lead to the rest of the downstairs. That was always locked once everyone was in bed for the night. She walked through that door, and when she came back, this man was white as a sheet. She asked him if he was okay, and I can't remember exactly what my mum told me, but he'd seen a man walk down the stairs (my granddad), and he just stood there looking at him angrily. That's all I can remember. Mum took it that granddad was still looking out for his family. In that same house, I thought I saw the feet of a girl in the sunroom - but I don't remember seeing anything else (and the shoes looked old-fashioned). My mum and her sisters all shared the room over the garage, when they were growing up. One night, everyone else was downstairs, the girls were in bed, but awake and talking, when the shadow of a man walked up the stairs, and past the window in their door. They thought it was their older brother, or dad at first, until they realized it wasn't, and went racing downstairs in fright, leaving my little mother to walk one step at a time down the stairs, to join them. I feel like I've forgotten a lot. This house used to have weird things happen in it. Now, I occasionally think I see someone of the corner of my eye, but it hardly ever happens, and that's mostly it. My sister decided that she suffered from night terrors for several years, when she would leave her TV on, but turn the brightness down low, because she suddenly couldn't stand to be in a completely dark room. Mum once came racing upstairs in the middle of the night, thinking I was pacing in my sister's room (when she was up North), but I'd been asleep. And I've been sleeping in that room since December, and don't want to go up there now... why do I do this to myself? I once was sure that my sister walked down the stairs, and into the dark living room/dining room, past the kitchen where I was trying to get one of our dogs to eat. I finally wondered why no light had come on, and I wasn't hearing anything. Also hadn't seen her walk back upstairs... so I walked into the living room, and nobody was there. She'd never come downstairs. My dog Rita, named after my mother, occasionally acted like she was scared of something. I once had to come down here and get her, carrying her back upstairs, because she'd been down here in a mostly dark room, and started barking like mad at 4am. She refused to leave this side of the room by herself, so I had to pick her up. The basement used to give me the creeps, but I'm hardly ever down there now. The hallway used to creep me out, too, and one of our dogs that we had twenty years ago. We had the computer down there at the time, and she would sit down there with me at night, staring at the cupboard door. We used to hear the sliding glass door open, only to find it still closed (the dogs heard and reacted to it, too). Same with hearing things like my dad's voice, only to find that he still wasn't home (yelling over the dogs, trying to get them to be quiet, as they barked like someone was there). After mum died, things happened here and there. Lights acted up a bit, the landing light blinked off when I was crying, and then came back on again. I googled, "Where are you mum?" at gone 5am one morning, just because I was on my laptop, and missing her. Right away, the alarm went off on my phone (something like 5:23) when it hadn't been set (!). I checked it, because I'd had it set the day before, but the time was different. Things would also go missing, little things, and then I'd find them right where I expected to in the first place. I just felt like she was around. I wish I still did.
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Post by anela on Oct 14, 2019 7:11:54 GMT
My Uncle is an amateur photographer, who wanted to be a professional, as his job. He did get some work, and was always taking pictures for his portfolio, or as practice.
He took pictures of the flowers at my grandma's funeral, they were all laid out on my aunt's front lawn (she lived next-door to grandma, and they knew everyone). When my Uncle got the photos back, he was looking through them, and gasped. When he showed a picture to mum, and asked if she saw it, she did, right away: my grandmother's face was in one of the flower arrangements. I didn't notice until they pointed it out to me, and it's stayed with me ever since. I don't know if we have a copy, but I wonder if I can ask for one.
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Post by Ava on May 14, 2020 12:57:41 GMT
My synastry with George Lutz, the father of the family in The Amityville Horror. The family only lived in that house for a month, but they were there when I was born. Whatever was going on with Lutz, his transits (inside circle, my chart) were pretty freaky at the time. - Saturn Return - Tr Pluto conjunct his Neptune, squaring his sun-Mars - Tr NN conjunct his Jupiter in Scorpio - Tr Uranus on his Chiron in Scorpio - Tr Mars on his NN-Uranus - Tr Chiron more or less conjunct his moon - Tr Mercury opp his Saturn-Pluto That lineup in Libra and Scorpio is especially haunting. Pls don't qute
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Post by aquila on May 17, 2020 6:00:56 GMT
So much of this in my life, that when I was a teen I started researching this. The author Hans Holzer, known as the Ghost Hunter, issued a lot of enjoyable books on this subject, fyi. Probably on youtube.
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Post by Ava on Sept 5, 2020 4:21:27 GMT
The house I lived in from age 7 was pretty weird, I must've already mentioned some of the spooky things about it. Don't feel like re-reading the thread. My best friend lived next door and one of the first things she told me, as a six year-old, was that there was something wrong with my house, too many people had died in there. It was like, the person who owned it right before we bought it had died there. Someone else, too.
I thought she was being competitive -- "My house is safer than yours" -- and resented it, but ultimately both of my parents and my grandmother all died there. Maybe it's just a good place to die.
Before all that, in sixth grade, I had a slumber party with most of the girls in my class. It was pretty common for slumber parties to get spooky and paranoid in the middle of the night back then.
I forget how things turned weird here. One girl started hyperventilating talking about Satan, one called to go home, one threw up, I broke my leg (hairline fracture) at one point, my friend and I both dreamed about the devil, and when I sketched what I saw she started freaking out saying she saw the same thing.
Later I would always think of this and laugh about how alarmist and paranoid we were. People were talking about that night for weeks, and I didn't even have a Ouija board...I wasn't trying to host a ghost-theme party. Probably didn't even believe in ghosts at that point.
Just tonight as we were talking about nightmares on another thread, it struck me that that is actually in keeping with the more serious, unexplained phenomena in that house.
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