Thread: Do you believe in ghosts?

I believe in "spirits" because i have seen,felt and smelled them. My daughter and granddaughter have a "spiritual gift" I call it. My great grandson can see a person's aura and he's only going to be 8 next month. There is a little boy spirit that visits me and my husband when ever our great grandson visits. I have to tell you that my granddaughter and her son lived with us until she got married, so he is extremely close to us.

Originally Posted by icon17

Originally Posted by QuiltnNan

no

I do. I've seen more than one but I don't call them ghosts. I call them "spirits".

I do also, and also call them "spirits". It's hard to deny it when one has been visited and "touched" by someone close. How else to explain how I knew exactly when my father died?

Originally Posted by klgreene

I also believe in spirits of the dead. About 10 years ago I met a young Native American boy, and went to visit he and his family. They gave me the name of Snow Owl. While visiting him he took me to several different places in his area. One of the places was Siche Hollow, which is just like a beatiful park. When walking back to the car, I looked at a tree, and there was a white looking owl from sap or something. It startled me, and he didn't see it, but once my pictures were developed, I askef his mom what she saw on the tree. She immediately said a snow owl. Then we went to a burial grounds. I took all kinds of pictures of things, but when I had them developed, there were no pictures of the actual burial grounds. Everything else came out. I believe the spirits did not want me taking pictures, so there was nothing to develop.

Either that, or you left the lens cap on! Just kidding! I believe. My church was the family home of George Steele. He was one of the foremost architects in pre-Civil War Alabama and Georgia. The tales of what was seen and heard in that house (mansion) are too long and too many to relate right here, but one happened to my mom when she was pregnant with me. When I was about six or five, someone set fire to the main floor. It gutted one section, but the rest was saved. During cleanup and repair, people from the congregation stored stuff at their homes that used to be at the church. My dad brought home some tools (being my dad!). When he brought them through the front door, our dog's hackles rose and she growled while she followed my dad to the top of the basement stairs. My mom freaked and told him to just take those tools right back out of her house! He told her she was being rediculous and didn't. Well, that's when Jennifer (the dog) started acting very strange. She would walk through the house growling. And the sound of cabinets and doors opening and closing started. Our hall closet is stuffed to the gills with linens and junk and you still to this day have to put one hand on the stuff while you open or shut the door so it doesn't come crashing out. The last straw was when my mom heard that door pop open. She was mad because she knewshe would have to clean up all the stuff. But when she got to the hall, there was Jennifer...growling at the closet. The door was closed. My mom went and got the tools and set them outside and wouldn't let them back in. There was never another problem until I was in highschool....but that is for another time!

no

yes I believe in ghosts but I call them spirtits.

i would love to hear about your angel experiences because i have had some angel experiences too.

I believe.In fact we have had them in our house.

My daughter lived in an old house where there was a very playful ghost. Her brush would disappear and then days later she would find it on the top shelf in the hall closet. Once my SIL removed his ring and laid it on the sink while he took a shower. When he got out, he could not find it and my daughter and both girls (ages 2 and 4) were in the kitchen at the table the whole time. Some time later, the light bulb burned out above the bathroom vanity and when he removed the globe, there was his ring! The attic light would come on repeatedly and she could hear a rocking chair rocking up there. But the most convincing "visit" was after my DD and SIL had an argument and he stormed out of the house. She laid on the bed and cried until she fell asleep. She woke when she felt him sit next to her on the bed, but she didn't open her eyes. She felt him gently push her hair out of her face and then she opened her eyes... and no one was there! She looked in the driveway, and his car was still gone. spooky!

yep.. lived with one for over 20 yrs. Was in an old house (almost 100 yrs) and he lived up stairs. We called him "sir" because I really felt it was a man.

On a funnier note. My sister came to visit and I had my grandkids for the weekend too. I told them not to bring up any of their experiences with the activity we have in the house will she was there because she gets scared easy. Well she asked at breakfast the next morning if one of the kids came in her room last night and sat on the bed. They both looked at me and said no. She said please don't tell me that I had "a visitor" last night. Well that got the kids going. That night she had both kids sleep with her. It was my sister, 10 yr. GS and 13 yr GD in a full size bed. On the morning we were to take her to the airport she came out of the bathroom scared to death saying something was hissing at her in there. After coming home from the airport I went in the bathroom and I heard the hissing. It was my air freshener going off every 9 min. She was releaved to hear she hadn't had compamy in the bathroom.

I'm not sure that I believe in ghosts as such but something really strange has happened to me. Twice with in three days, I have "heard" my husband call my name when he was nowhere in the vicinity. I remember my mom and grandparents talking about 'tokens'. This really scares the be-jeebers out of me...
Any comments welcome.

Hi there, I have had lots of ghostly and spiritual exper-iences over the years but one that I remember most vividly. It was after I had an ultrasound of my breast and had to see an oncologist the next day. I climbed into bed and rolled onto my left side as usual. I had dragged my nightie up to my waist as the weather was so humid and I was too hot and stressed to sleep and was just lying there. Minutes later, my nightie was gently pulled down and straightened over my bottom and a hand was gently patting me like you would to comfort a baby. I knew it was my mum as she had been through this "journey" herself and knew how terrifying it was.
Gleniveve

I do for sure..there is a whole spirit world out there !!

We bought a house where a man and women had been killed. The man was actually seen a few times. I believe he looked after us as my children were growing up. He liked to play tricks and hide things on one of my DGD.

My experience is about my sister. The day before she died she was in a coma and started talking to family members that had already passed on, and she was reading from the bible. She died in 1968 and I don't know if I felt her presence until about 8 years ago. We had moved into another house and I was working on my computer and I smelled smoke. I couldn't find where it was coming from. This when happened off and on for about a year. Then I saw a program that said sometimes they let you know by smoke. She did smoke when she was alive. One time I heard her say "I am here, I am here" scared me to death. About 6 months ago, I got very upset with her daughter about her mishanding something. I did call and apologize the next day. But a couple of days later, I got in my car and smelled cigarette smoke, then it went away. Then a day or two later my DH and DD got in the car and asked me who had been smoking in my car. I told them my sister is mad at me for fussing at her daughter and she is smoking in my car to spite me.

Now on the angels, I tripped in the parking lot of the church and went forward, straight down. I did not catch my self and I had little pieces of gravel on my forehead and chin but I was not hurt. It should have smashed my face. I believe my angels cushioned my fall. My DH could not believe I was not hurt.

I was in hospital and during the night after I had my thyroid removed I awakened to see a man walk into my hospital room dressed in khaki trousers and a white shirt. Nothing strange about that, but in this day and age, these clothes were not the uniform of the day. This was only nine years ago and this uniform was from many years before then. He turned side on and was standing watching me. As I lay there a female nurse entered the room also and was wearing a long white dress with a pintucked front, buttons and buttonholes down the front, little round collar and a small white cap. This also had long sleeves, a long skirt almost to the floor and she looked very prim and proper. When this nurse walked in she stopped just a little short of where the male nurse was and turned to face me as well. Their arms were barely an inch apart but neither one was aware the other was there. They were both from different eras that were many years apart. I was so excited about seeing them there side by side (but not together) as I had experienced many different spirit visitors over many, many years. These nurses were both doing their early-morning rounds and I was lucky enough to see them both but they couldn't see each other. This experience is still etched in my mind like it was yesterday and I will never forget it.
lol Gleniveve

When my beloved Tigger died, I used to "see" him occasionally lying on my shirts in the laundry basket. He loved to decorate them with his fur. I didn't tell anyone but occasionally I would find some fur on the shirts that could only have been shed by him as the other cat was black and white and Tigger was a black and brown tiger color. This was months after he died, so they would have been worn and washed since his death. He was my guardian angel in many ways. He helped me through some really rough times during my battle with mental illness.

Thanks for all the stories. I enjoyed them and could relate to many. I believe there are many kinds of phenomena that we don't understand. We call them by different names, and that does not matter. There must be something in Spirit for so many of us to have these experiences. If you are afraid, then imagine yourself surrounded by white light or even a golden bubble of light and declare protection for yourself. I have been a metaphysical student for many years, so this does not frighten me. I feel protected by a good Spirit.

I was close to death four years ago and hospitalized. One night my deceased grandparents came and stood alongside my bed. It really made me feel better emotionally and a few days later I was on my way to recovery.

Sorry, this is long

Yes Ghosts And Angels, also.
My Father Passed away in 2002. and a couple days later I had a dream and he came to me. He was Standing in a room with other family members,and it was very festive and upbeat the feeling I had about it. he turned around and Said. "Karolyn
Don't worry about me, I am so Happy and feel wonderful. and I Don't Hurt anymore. and look how young I am" .. and i could see that there was joy in his face .
And the dream was so vivid. In the dream He looked like he was in his early thirties.
when he passed he was 76. ( And after that dream I have such a peaceful and really happy feeling Knowing That he is alright
and being taken care of. )

My Mother Passed away in 2006 And I was taking care of her at my house. She was sick for quite awhile , she Always used a walker
and it was hard for her to get around.
finally she went in the hospital and passed a few days later,
a couple days After her funeral. I was sitting down in my room
and I looked up and I saw The Back of My Mother, She had a red House Dress she wore quite often, and she was walking real fast past the door, into the room she stayed in. no trouble walking ,and No walker. I got up and looked in the room and didn't see anyone.

I Miss them so much , But I take it as their way of telling me they are alright and it has helped me so much.


Sorry got one more
About 2o years ago I had my mom and younger sister in my car I had a fairly new Red Javlin only about 4-5 years old
and was driving no problem , then all of a sudden my car horn just started going off,and it was real loud and kept blaring
Boy, I was having a fit It scared the S--- out of me We didn't know what to do , so I see a Cemetary on the left hand side it was one I've seen before. I pull in there get out of the car
the horn still blowing and it won't shut off. I lift up the hood and
can't figure out what's wrong . I turn around and A Older man in overalls is walking up to me and leans over the car and did something,because the horn stopped. I turn around to thank him and theres no one there. He just disappered . I have no Idea where he went. There was too much of a parking lot
and the building was too far away for him to just be gone
there was no other cars their either. the funny thing was He never spoke a word I never heard his voice,
I believe he was a angel. But it was spooky at the time .

sorry this is so long Karolyn

Like most of you, I prefer to call them spirits. My first encounter with spirits was years ago when I was just 8-9 yrs old. We lived in the country with no neighbors close by, We lived in a pasture that was about 160 acres. One day I was playing outside not very far from the house and could distinctly hear teh voices of children. Couldn't hear what they were saying, it mostly consisted of laughter.
I tried to get closer to the sound and called out to them.
The closer I tried to get, the farther they seemed to be. I finally decided they didn't want to play and went on my merry way. It wasn't until years later that my daughter called me and said her hubby thought she was crazy for hearing voices. That sort of took me by surprise so I began asking her questions about where she heard them and what they sounded like. After a while, I remembered the children's voices from so long ago. I told her I was surprised that she could hear them, as she was an adult. And, above all, she wasn't crazy because I had heard them too and knew they were there. (She was living on the same piece of land that I grew up on).

My next story isn't quite as peaceful. My daughter and her first husband divorced, and since they were living on the family land, he wanted the house. We made him move it. A few years later she remarried. She and her new hubby bought a refurbished double wide and moved it back to the same spot. It wasn't long until her jewelry started coming up missing. There were 2 places in the house where their dog would stare at the wall and growl. The electricity does strange things sometimes the lights won't come on in the main bathroom, and other times they will.
One night pictures she had up came flying off the wall.

This really bothered me because it didn't sound good and not knowing the history of the home they'd purchased left me with a really bad feeling about what had happened in it prior. So I got a bottle of Holy Oil and she and I went through every room in the house praying over it, and marking over each doorway with a cross using the Holy Oil.
Not long after that, my son in law saw an orb of light rush down the hallway into the living room and out the ceiling.
There is still a black spot on the ceiling (that continues to get larger) She has been unable to find anything that will take it off, it looks like black soot. I haven't heard them complain anymore about strange bizzare occurances, so I guess whatever was there is now gone.

Originally Posted by klgreene

I also believe in spirits of the dead. About 10 years ago I met a young Native American boy, and went to visit he and his family. They gave me the name of Snow Owl. While visiting him he took me to several different places in his area. One of the places was Siche Hollow, which is just like a beatiful park. When walking back to the car, I looked at a tree, and there was a white looking owl from sap or something. It startled me, and he didn't see it, but once my pictures were developed, I askef his mom what she saw on the tree. She immediately said a snow owl. Then we went to a burial grounds. I took all kinds of pictures of things, but when I had them developed, there were no pictures of the actual burial grounds. Everything else came out. I believe the spirits did not want me taking pictures, so there was nothing to develop.

HOw cool! Yes, I see the snow owl, too!

Originally Posted by Kas

Originally Posted by klgreene

I also believe in spirits of the dead. About 10 years ago I met a young Native American boy, and went to visit he and his family. They gave me the name of Snow Owl. While visiting him he took me to several different places in his area. One of the places was Siche Hollow, which is just like a beatiful park. When walking back to the car, I looked at a tree, and there was a white looking owl from sap or something. It startled me, and he didn't see it, but once my pictures were developed, I askef his mom what she saw on the tree. She immediately said a snow owl. Then we went to a burial grounds. I took all kinds of pictures of things, but when I had them developed, there were no pictures of the actual burial grounds. Everything else came out. I believe the spirits did not want me taking pictures, so there was nothing to develop.

Either that, or you left the lens cap on! Just kidding! I believe. My church was the family home of George Steele. He was one of the foremost architects in pre-Civil War Alabama and Georgia. The tales of what was seen and heard in that house (mansion) are too long and too many to relate right here, but one happened to my mom when she was pregnant with me. When I was about six or five, someone set fire to the main floor. It gutted one section, but the rest was saved. During cleanup and repair, people from the congregation stored stuff at their homes that used to be at the church. My dad brought home some tools (being my dad!). When he brought them through the front door, our dog's hackles rose and she growled while she followed my dad to the top of the basement stairs. My mom freaked and told him to just take those tools right back out of her house! He told her she was being rediculous and didn't. Well, that's when Jennifer (the dog) started acting very strange. She would walk through the house growling. And the sound of cabinets and doors opening and closing started. Our hall closet is stuffed to the gills with linens and junk and you still to this day have to put one hand on the stuff while you open or shut the door so it doesn't come crashing out. The last straw was when my mom heard that door pop open. She was mad because she knewshe would have to clean up all the stuff. But when she got to the hall, there was Jennifer...growling at the closet. The door was closed. My mom went and got the tools and set them outside and wouldn't let them back in. There was never another problem until I was in highschool....but that is for another time!

Ooooo...can't wait to hear more!

As I said before I lived in a haunted house for 5 years. Here's one experiende.
My husband and I had gone to bed. While lying there waiting to go to sleep I heard someone calling my name, over and over. I nudged my husband and asked if he heard anything. He told me he had and that I had better answer because I was being called. I got up, walked to the top of the stairs and saw a white glowing cloud halfway down the stairs. That was where my name was being called from. I asked what they wanted, the rest of my antics would make you laugh. I won't go into detail. VBG
The next morning I received a call from my uncle that my aunt had passed away during the night. I asked him what time and it was at that same time I had the white cloud appear calling my name. He then told me she was calling for me when she passed.
When we went to the funneral, I had to go to his house first. He would not go to the funneral until he knew for sure I was there.
After five years in the home, I could write a book. All three of my children, my husband and I had many experiences there.

ok...I guess I will share a story or two. I usually don't share much of this type of stuff because people think I am nuts...but here goes.

Back in the eighties and nineties, I worked as a midwife, delivering babies at home. During my apprenticeship, the primary midwife and I were delivering a baby for a young couple outside the (then small town) of Kaufman. This baby was born with a hole in her heart (ok, please folks, let's NOT start a conversation about the safety of homebirth!!! That's not relevant to my story!!) This was before the days of sonograms being used routinely. Anyway, neither I nor the primary had oxygen with us. While waiting for the ambulance to arrive, the primary took the baby to the living room to wait. The father was on the front porch. I was in the bedroom with the mom. The father reported looking up the street and seeing a young man dressed in a coveralls walking up the street toward the house. He was carrying an oxygen tank. He stopped and asked the father if this was the house where the baby had been born. He said yes. Without another word, this "man" walked up to the house, and into the living room. He set the tank down next to the midwife and asked her if she knew how to turn it on. She said yes, but could he as she had her hands full. He turned on the tank, handed her the pediatric size O2 mask, smiled and told her all would be well, and walked back out the door. He didn't speak to the father but just walked up the street, and vanished (according to the father). Shortly thereafter, the ambulance arrived. The baby was transported to Parkland, and was sent back home after a short stay for the repair of a small hole in her heart. But that same day, when the midwife returned to get me (we had arrived in the same car) she asked where the O2 tank went...I asked what O2 tank? Needless to say, the tank was missing. None of the neighbors reported to us that they owned an O2 tank, nor did anyone in town match the description of the man who had delivered it to the house. We all decided an angel had delivered it.

And this one....the house I lived in before buying my current residence had been owned by the same man since the early 40's. He had died in the house at the age of 87. He would stop by many days and nights, to see what we were doing with his beloved home...we could always tell he was there as he would roll his wheelchair up and down the hallway. A deeply committed Christian, I never feared his presence, as I knew he had been sent back to resolve something, or let us know about something...and he just didn't have a "spooky" presence. The last time I saw or heard him, he woke me up in the middle of the night, sitting in his wheelchair on my side of the bed. I turned to him and said, "Please, not tonight. I am really tired." He went away and I never saw him again.

And finally, my Dad was a pilot and owned the same small plane from the early 70's onward. I took many trips in that plane growing up and even some as an adult. (He kept it in mint condition)...now, where I lived at the time he passed on was in an area of restricted air space....no private planes could fly over this area, and the military planes that did land and take off ONLY flew in a certain direction...ONLY. One day, I was out in my large vegetable garden working and suddenly heard a small plane engine. I looked up and there was my Dad's plane (bear in mind, he had sold the plane the yr before he died, and I lived nearly a thousand miles from him), flying a perpendicular course to the normal flight pattern...something that I had NEVER seen in the many years I had lived in that house. He waved his wings, as he always did when he said goodbye to me, and flew out of sight. It was an amazing and comforting sight.

I could relate many other stories, as I have had encounter with angels, departed ones, and demons nearly all my life...but this has been long enough!!! But thanks for letting me share.

Originally Posted by dragonflylady

i SEE the snow owl..... =0)

Me too!