We Live In A Haunted House (ritual, Earth, crucified, virgin)

[Death]

Originally Posted by Tangnefedd

My husband is more sceptical than James Randi, even though we live with this all the time, LOL!!

Then invite Randi round, you have nothing to lose and everything to gain :P.

! We have had a 2 year investigation by an university researcher. the result was inconclusive.

Well that's not too convincing.

Even total sceptics find our home fascinating, as some of them have experienced strange things when they have visited us!

Have you got any online resources with references to these skeptics and your house?

[w00t]

I would not particularly like the media circus surrounding James Randi, even for $1000,000, and I doubt he would be convinced anyway, we find it very unbelievable ourselves, when we stop to think about it. We did a radio broadcast when we were interviewed by a prolific British author, who told us from the outset he was a sceptic. He stopped three times while he was interviewing me. When asked what was wrong, he said that he saw a figure walking past the door between the lounge and kitchen on three occasions, this stunned him. I was quite pleased because I have seen that figure a number of times.

I don't expect anyone to believe what I am saying, it is unbelievable. One has to actually see for themselves what goes on here.

[Rex]

Can you produce any physical evidence?

[painted wolf]

physical evidence is realy tricky... especally with todays video and photo manipulation tecnology... eaven if you took real footage/photos no one would believe you...

as for myself, I spent four years in a very haunted dorm room in colledge... built in the 1800's its had a long time to collect alternitive residents....

I lived in 3 different rooms in the dorm... in each I encountered something... my first the drawers built into the wall would open and shut by themselves... (we later had a visit from a former resident who's roommate hung herself in the room 30 odd years earlier... creepy) My second room we had a blue orb that floated around the ceiling... my roommate in that room saw a woman walk though the room (and though her by the way.) The third room we would hear a child laughing and playing with things in the room when the lights were out...

other student saw thing in the building as well...
all in all it was a very interesting few years.

wa:-do

[w00t]

What do you mean by physical evidence? If you take a ghost tour of our house there is stuff all over the fireplace, carvings on trees, stuff that just appears and disappears. On a slow TV evening watching, our fireplace is much more exciting, images come and go.

The last TV crew that were here a couple of weeks ago, were really excited as they kept finding images on the fireplace, not there one minute, there the next. They really did have a tale to tell. They were supposed to be doing a live satellite link to the studio. I had warned them before hand that our spooks have a habit of messing with electrical equipment and cameras when they are in the spotlight. Sure enough a fault developed with the satellite equipment and they couldn't broadcast live. Apparently nothing like this had happened before. Then a day or two later the programme got in touch with me to ask about the person who had contacted me to set up the filming. I assumed she was from the TV company, it turned out that they had never heard of her! Then they called two days ago to say that some information they needed had mysteriously gone missing, could we supply it, and so it goes on!!! Incidently, while the TV company were filming, my husband and I had another appointment, we were not in the house, we just left the crew to it. We have never made money out of our house and field, just in case anyone was wondering!

[Bastet]

Originally Posted by Maize

My girlfriend on the other hand has lots of ghost stories to tell, but I'll let her tell them another time.

:goodjob: I'm cheating though, cause I'm copying and pasting from somewhere else I posted. (Be warned, it's long!)



Ok...I have loads of ghostie stories, and all of them have happened to myself, or a member of my family. They used to really freak me out, but have become something of 'the norm' now...

Ok, I guess I'll start with me....when I was a kid, I would often wake to find an old lady sitting on the edge of my bed, staring down at me. I never mentioned it to anyone in the family, cause I thought they wouldn't believe me (told my mum a couple months ago, and she told me off for not telling her lol). Anyway, she was thin, had white hair, rolled up into a bun on top of her head, and she was wearing a long dress/nightgown, that had long sleeves and buttoned up to her neck. She never did or said anything to me, just sat there, but it always paralysed me with fear...I would just lay there staring at her, cold and rigid, until she was suddenly gone, or I fell asleep - whichever came first. I guess the last time I saw her was in my teens.

Now, at the house my mum lives in now (and I lived in for maybe 3 years while still in school), there are several ghosts. We think the house was built on what was once an Aboriginal settlement. There is "the big black man", "the little kid", and who I call "the nasty one". Nobody but myself, and possibly my niece (who, by the way, has several 'dead friends', as she calls them), has had any experiences with "the nasty one". Mum's house is C-shaped, and has a long hallway joining the bedrooms to the rest of the house. Quite often when I was living there (and a few times since, when I've been back to visit), I would be walking down the hallway, either from the kitchen, to my bedroom (which was last at the end of the hallway), or from my bedroom to the kitchen...when I would just suddenly break out into a dead run. I would get to whichever end of the hallway I was headed for, out of breath, heart hammering, totally petrified. The best way to describe it, would be like someone poking me in the back, making me run. And it wasn't a mischievous feeling I would get from the poker, it was very definitely malevolent. Never told Mum about that one until fairly recently, when it happened again. She had, on occassion, noticed my little mad dashes, but hadn't bothered to ask why I was running lol. My niece, I think, also 'saw' this nasty little bugger. My sister was carrying her, and went to walk into the laundry to get something. Well, my niece threw a fit, and screamed and wouldn't go into the laundry, because something (I don't remember the word she used), was in there. She was about 2 or 3 at the time...

Ok, one more that involves me...I was sitting in the kitchen one night, around midnight, making a skirt. I wanted to get it finished, cause I was due to go back to University the next day, and had no access to a sewing machine there. It was dark in the rest of the house, everyone had gone to bed. I stopped sewing to stretch for a second, and looked through the doorway into the loungeroom. There was a toy car sitting on the floor (not a battery operated one, just a plastic toy car), and as I watched, the car moved along the floor, and up the arm of the lounge chair, and across the top of the arm. I sat there with my mouth hanging open for I don't know how long, and then Mum got up to get a drink of water and found me lol. I told her and she laughed and said "Oh, it's just the little kid..."

Now, still in my mum's house...my older sister has severe asthma, and occassionally has to go to hospital for treatment when she has a bad attack. She was staying at Mum's, in the spare room (the last doorway on the way to the kitchen from the rest of the bedrooms), and had an attack. Well, Mum's bedroom is opposite my old room, at the far end of the hallway, so my sister got up with the intention of waking Mum up to take her into town to the hospital (Mum lives about 20 mins from the nearest town). But every time my sister reached the linen cupboard, she would suddenly find herself turned around and walking back towards the kitchen. She did this several times, and was starting to panic when Mum woke up and came out to see what was wrong. Apparently "the big black man" camps out in front of the linen cupboard...and he tends to protect Mum. Didn't want my sister interrupting her sleep or something... As a side note, Mum pulled up the carpet in the house a couple years ago, and laid cork tiles instead. But the tile in front of the linen cupboard keeps cracking. Mum replaced it three times before she gave up...guess the weight of this ghost is too much for it lol.

My sister's house is one which used to be part of housing for the local Airforce base. It came with its very own Airforce ghost. When she was pregnant with my niece (the one who sees ghosts), every morning at about 5am, my sister would hear the front door open and close, footsteps going to the toilet, the toilet flushing, and footsteps toward her bedroom. If she bothered to look up (she didn't after she got used to it), she saw the outline of a man wearing an Airforce hat and uniform. Her partner wasn't home when this happened, because he had left for work a half hour before. I didn't really believe her until once when I was staying there...I slept on the loungeroom floor, and sure enough, the front door opened and closed, and I hear the footsteps etc. Everyone else in the house was asleep, it was pretty creepy.

Ooh, that reminds me...I was staying there, maybe last year, and I got up to go to the toilet in the middle of the night. My sister's cat was sitting on the floor in the kitchen, so I bent down to pat him....and my hand met thin air, no cat. It had put its head up to meet my hand and everything as I bent down, but there was no cat there, cause Kip was outside at the time lol.

Now, my niece has had several 'dead friends', as they've come to be called. She would sit and have conversations, and my sister would ask who she was talking to. My niece replied "My friend with the bike...he's dead." My sister asked what his name was, and my niece gave her that raised eyebrow 'what are you on?' look, and said "He doesn't have a name, he's dead." Once they were sitting in the loungeroom with the curtains open, and my niece cried out "There he is Mum! The dead guy with a bike!", and pointed out the window...but there was nothing there. She had a fight with him one day, a full on screaming match (although it sounded one-sided to everyone else)...he hasn't been back lol. Then there was the man in a skirt (possibly a kilt?), selling balloons in my sister's bedroom....my brother in law had to buy a balloon from him before he'd go away lol. There have been others, but I don't remember them now.

Gosh, I could go on and on (got some great stories about my Great Aunt, who does the rounds...she's a kind of safety monitor), but I'm typed out now lol. Do I believe in ghosts? You betcha!

[Bastet]

Ok, since I copied and pasted my last post, I'll add some involving my Great Aunt Thelma. Now, even in life, I thought she was a creepy old bird. She was my grandmother's older sister (by 11 years), no children of her own. She would walk the 6 blocks or so, once a week, to visit my Nan, who's house I would stay at for the Christmas holidays. I was horrified to find out that my older sister and I were Aunty T's favourites mg: (because we were the only girls, with oodles of boy cousins lol)...she was one of those old ladies with a permanent drip on the end of her nose, and she was all hunched over and reminiscent of a scarecrow really. To say I didn't like her, would be putting it mildly...but then, I never got the chance to really know her, because she died when I was 8. She's made her presence known since, though...

My uncle inherited her house when she died, and moved in there with his pregnant young wife, and two puppies (Mac, and Tosh :lol: ). Now my uncle's wife, Jo, is one of these women who loves her nailpolish, and is never without triple coated nails (fingers and toes). She had this big wicker basket filled with nailpolish bottles, that she kept in the bathroom, and had it on the floor one day doing her nails. She left the room to do something, and when she came back, the basket was sitting up on the bathroom vanity...she was at home alone at the time. I guess Aunty T thought the puppies might get into it...

Still with Jo, home alone once more...she had her son, and was keeping him amused one day when the phone rang. Leaving the strand of pearls with her son (cause, lord knows that's something you just have laying around for your kids to play with :roll: ), she went and answered the phone. She came back to find the strand of pearls up on the mantel, and her son crying. I guess Aunty T didn't approve of her choice of kiddie toy any more than I did lol. Choking hazard and all...

Now, when Aunty T was alive, she had a problem with a leaking toilet cistern...and as a result, got into the habit of turning the cistern off after flushing the toilet, so as not to waste any water. She never did break that habit, and did it till the day she died...and after. :roll: My uncle was always going out and finding the tap on the toilet cistern turned off, and nobody else would lay claim to doing it lol.

Now, back at mum's place... I was still living there at the time, and mum and I were making lunch (fried asparagus in scrambled eggs). We were waiting for my stepfather to come home (we had to pass on an urgent message), and thought we heard a car in the driveway (the driveway is a couple hundred metres long). So we went out the front door...no car. We walked around the back, thinking he might have driven around into the garage...no car. So we went back inside, scratching our heads, to finish making our lunch, only to find the frypan had been pushed to the back of the stove, and the gas burner turned off. mg: The only other people in the house were my little brother and sister...one a toddler at the time (who could barely even reach the stove), and the other a baby. We figured that was Aunty Thelma, since she seems to regard herself as the 'safety monitor' of the family. :lol: Creepy old bird!

[LilChrist]

I'm not quite sure whether you're looking for ghost stories or explainmations. As for myself, I can only provide the latter. Most ghosts stories can be discounted as elaborate jokes, lies, fear making your mind produce an image, etc. But, many have gone unexplained. Some interesting things are, the people that see ghosts that can't be explained are usually either involved with the supernatural or the place that they spot ghosts has been involved in the supernatural. Although rarely taken seriously, (Ghostbusters) many cases are genuine, minus one fact; they aren't seeing ghosts. According to the Bible, "And it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgement:" Hebrews 9:27 KJV. So, according to the Bible, once you die, you go straight to judgement. No lingering as a ghost. Only demons can charade as ghosts, even sounding and looking exactly like a loved one or stranger that lived in a place previously or a non-existent person. No ghosts.

[LilChrist]

I'm not quite sure whether you're looking for ghost stories or explainmations. As for myself, I can only provide the latter. Most ghosts stories can be discounted as elaborate jokes, lies, fear making your mind produce an image, etc. But, many have gone unexplained. Some interesting things are, the people that see ghosts that can't be explained are usually either involved with the supernatural or the place that they spot ghosts has been involved in the supernatural. Although rarely taken seriously, (Ghostbusters) many cases are genuine, minus one fact; they aren't seeing ghosts. According to the Bible, "And it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgement:" Hebrews 9:27 KJV. So, according to the Bible, once you die, you go straight to judgement. No lingering as a ghost. Only demons can charade as ghosts, even sounding and looking exactly like a loved one or stranger that lived in a place previously or a non-existent person. No ghosts.

[Runt]

But what if a ghost is kind of a "spiritual signature" rather than a lingering soul? Kind of like... you walk in wet sand and leave footprints, then go swimming and drown. Your physical body dies. Your soul flees and goes where it belongs. But those footprints are still there... they are still a reflection of your life, of you as a living being, of your ACTIONS as a living being... perhaps ghosts are something similar.