re: Do you believe in ghosts/hauntings?

I've never seen or experienced anything that gave me any reason to believe in them and was a complete disbeliever in anything like that for most of my life. I was raised by a mom who actively disbelieved in religion, spirits, or anything supernatural (I'll never forget, when I asked as a kid, 'what happens when you die?', she told me 'you turn to dirt')

The older I get, though, the more I realize how little I can even know, and I'm much more agnostic to things. There are even reasonably natural (scientific) explanations for supernatural phenomenon, like simulation theory, that I don't find hard to buy into.

I don’t. However, I saw something as a child that I haven’t seen since. I guess it was a ghost.

When my son was a toddler, he had an imaginary friend phase he went through but never said the name of the person. My oldest aunt in Costa Rica passed away a few years before when he was a baby and we never talked about her in front of him. One day he was looking at a family picture and saw my aunt that passed away and he smiled and said that’s her. It gave me chills because that just through me off guard but to know he was smiling let me know she was alright.

The only thing I have ever gone through regarding ghost/hauntings is sleep paralysis demon. We were at Panama City for family vacation and our room had two beds. My wife and I slept in one and my son was in the other bed. I could literally see my son sleeping but I felt this thing on top of me biting my thigh. I tried everything I could to move and scream and I couldn’t. The thing turned and looked at me and it looked like an evil version of my son and I woke up. I always heard people talk about sleep paralysis and having a demon on top of them but different story when you actually have that happen to you. After I woke up, I felt this pain on the same spot of my thigh and it was bruised and it was not like that before I went to sleep.

Yeah my dad always told me you should fear the living not the dead...makes sense
If the supernatural does exist i stomp their fcukin head in just like when they was alive. Jabroni

I don't know if "ghosts" are a thing, but I have a unique memory involving myself surrounding the death of my grandmother.

Long story short my grandmother passed from colon cancer the week I turned 10 years old. We were as thick as thieves. Loved that lady to death. She and I had a very special grandmother/grandson relationship. I would stay with her constantly at her house my entire childhood up until the last 6 months of her life as she dealt and suffered with her very serious cancer diagnosis. Her sickness and demise was my first real encounter with death. To say I was grief-strickenkly heartbroken at her loss would be an understatement. What added to the overall shitiness of the situation was that because I was only 9 at the time I was not present much those last few months. Once she really started to get sick I was just not brought around much anymore. The last time I saw her was about a month before she passed. Wasn't even there the day she died because she took a turn for the absolute worse and my parents thought sparing me of seeing her like that was for the best. I never got to actually say goodbye or give her a final hug. Really bothered me at the time. But I do get now why my parents didn't want me to see her in that diminished state and that be the last memory I had of her. Plus it was hard on her to even conjure up the strength to visit with people verbally.

Anyways, as one can imagine a 9 year old whose birthday was that week losing his beloved grandmother, I did not take her death well. I was inconsolable on the day she died and didn't stop crying until by the grace of God I finally fell asleep that night. Then what happened the very first thing that next morning is something I'll never forget and think back on often. As I opened my eyes that morning to my amazement there at the foot of my bed was my Grandmother. However, it did not look like my grandmother as I knew her in her early 60s-late 60s. There was a glowing radiance surrounding here and she looked young and beautiful. Just like the version of herself we have from her old wedding photos. There was zero doubt in my mind that it was my grandmother. But her from when she was in her early/mid 20s. She just stood there peacefully looking over me for only a couple seconds. Then in an instant she was enveloped by an indescribable flash of light that briefly filled the room as I fully came to my senses waking up. To this day I think about that morning fairly often and ponder what it was exactly I saw. Perhaps my child like brain was at work coping with the immense sense of sadness and sorrow I was dealing with in that moment. Maybe I was still in a dream like state or something. Afterall true sorrowful grief can make one process things pretty abnormally temporarily.

However, if I was just imagining/dreaming I have no earthly idea why I would not imagine her as the only way she looked like to me as my grandmother who was in her 60s rather than me weirdly imagining her for what she looked like in her early/mid 20s. I'd like to think that it actually was her spirit. That it was her way of showing me she was ok and things are going to be alright for us back here. That her body/spirit had been fully restored to full health and beauty. And that her appearing to me in that state briefly was her way of gifting me the "goodbye" I thought our close relationship deserved.

I don’t believe in it, but I don’t go around trying to find them to prove my disbelief wrong either.

Ok so I’ve always laughed at the thought of spirits and basically laughed at my wife for believing in the supernatural. But I’m a believer or should I say I don’t know what the hell I saw. Well here are my 2 stories. My wife and were living in apartment while looking for a new home. She was working nights at the hospital. Me and the dog were laying in bed then suddenly he springs up at full attention towards the kitchen area. I look and I see this 3 feet tall dark figure just standing there. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. Honestly it creep the shite out of me. Then it was like it faded away. My is convinced that’s she’s always had something following her all her life. She did not like what I told her about the small figure. It gave her an uneasy feeling. I will go on to say my wife and her aunt have the same feelings towards spirits. My wife’s grandmother was “treater” so this spirit stuff runs in her family.
The next story really gets to me. So we buy this house it’s an old house. I need to mention that I wear hearing aids and when I take them out I can’t hear shite. We’ve been living in this house for 4 years. Three years ago, when I would try and nap I would hear shite that would prevent me from sleeping and normally I never hear anything. This is only happening while my wife isn’t home. I usually take a nap on the couch but decided to lay in bed for afternoon nap. While I’m laying there I feel the bed move like someone shifted in the bed near my back. I did not move and eventually the feeling went away. A little while later I’m sleeping and something pulled my big toe. I jumped up and went to the couch! A couple of weeks later the wife isn’t home again and I’m taking a nap on the couch and something pulls my big toe again! I sprung up and got out of the couch! I told my wife everything about the toe pulling and she says to me that “she is harmless”. I told my wife she needs to keep that spirit shite to herself!!! I haven’t taken a nap at home with my wife not home in 3 years.

I went in to my grandparents house years after they had passed. When entering the living room, I got a sudden feeling of a presence. I only know how bad it startled me and the extreme feeling of I've got to get out of this room came over me. All
of this was very sudden. I don't know what it was. That's all I got .

My dad died unexpectedly in the early AM hours while going through rehab following heart surgery. My grandmother lives alone in Florida (12 hrs away), so the morning he died, we had my aunt who lives in another part of Florida, drive a couple of hours to my grandmother’s house to share the unfortunate news (we didn't want to do it over the phone).
When my aunt walked into my grandmother's house, she rounded the corner to the kitchen area, and my grandmother was just sitting, crying at the kitchen table. Before my aunt could say anything, my grandmother said, “ I already know, he's gone”. My aunt was surprised and asked who called to tell her the news. My Grandmother said no one. According to my Grandmother, her sister who died 12 years prior, called her in her dream to tell her that her son had come home. Come to find out, this event my grandmother described happened around the same time they called my dad's death.
This is one of the many strange events that surrounded my dad’s death.