re: Do you believe in ghosts?

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How does a ghost wear clothes? Do clothes have souls?

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I have a couple of ghost stories:

My office was once in the upstairs shop office which was accessed by a set of wooden stairs that run along and outside of the shop-side of the office. There is an area upstairs the same size area as the shop offices that is used for storage and is next to the upstairs office. There are no lights there so it is always very dark except for small shafts of sunlight which beam through small holes in the sheet-metal sides of the shop building.

Several times after everyone else had gone home for the day and it was quiet I heard the familiar sound of someone walking up the stairs - but that was it - and no one came in my office. So - oh well, I continued with finishing for the day. A couple of times after the footsteps on the stairs I heard a faint knock - more like a tapping - on the door and I yelled for whoever it was to come in and no one did so again I continued working.

One evening, as I was there alone again working, there was the clear, unmistakable sound of someone coming up the stairs. I heard their footsteps hit the wood flooring for the couple of steps to the door and a definite rapping on the door. This time, I didn't say a word but I got up from my chair and tiptoed to the door and flung it open and stood there, eyes wide, straining to see into the darkness. I saw the shafts of sunlight and the dust particles floating across them. And nothing else but the usual darkness.
However I did hear the definite sounds - not even faint - of hard-soled footsteps right in front of me heading away diagonally across the floor towards the dark corner on the other side.

I stood still there and waited for something - anything - else to happen but that was it.
After a few minutes I went back to work but I couldn't focus so I got my stuff together and went home.

And I still don't believe in ghosts.

If you can only see 4% of a picture, kind of dumb to think you can describe it entirely.

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If you can only see 4% of a picture, kind of dumb to think you can describe it entirely.

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Yet, those who believe in ghosts do it constantly.

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I never saw anything on the stairs in that video

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LINK scroll down tot he stills

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'm saying your mind was playing tricks on you based on the fact that someone died in your house. I know you say you didn't believe in ghosts, but everyone, everyone is a bit bothered by the notion of a death in their home. Enough "strange" events and you'll convince yourself their is no explanation but a ghost.

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what would be your explanation for tv turning itself on many times? for pocket doors you left open to be closed while you're upstairs (and home alone)

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Yet, those who believe in ghosts do it constantly.

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I've never seen anyone who "believes" trying to convert other people into believing. If you ask us, we might divulge it, or we might not. Most of us don't really care if you're skeptical or not.

My widowed grandmother married a widowed man in 1978. His first wife died in their home in 1974. My grandmother and he lived in that house together until he died in 1988. In 91( I was 21), my grandmother went on a 3 at church trip with a group of old ladies. I decided to take my girlfriend over there to spend the night while she was away. We got drunk and fricked in every position imaginable in the guest bedroom. When I woke up later that night I felt a presence in the bedroom. I turned over and saw Billy (his first wife) standing at the foot of the bed. She looked upset. I buried my head in the cover because I could not comprehend what I saw. I was scared to death and poked my GF awake and asked her to look. She saw nothing and neither did I when I took my head out from under the cover.

I spent the night with my grandmother a couple of more times over the course of the next year while helping her do yard work and maintenance. I slept in that room both times. Both mornings I woke up to find all of my grandmothers figurines and trinkets turned over on their sides on the dresser and chest of drawers. Books scattered on the ground and stuff from the closet scattered about.

Either I had some serious sleep walking episodes or his first wife was not wanting someone like me who she felt had desecrated her home with wild debauchery around. I never slept over again. I always hoped the spirit of his first wife eventually saw some good in me from how I took care of her home and my GM who had tended her husband with such loving care. I do think I offended the crap out of her.

My sister lived there many years after mee maw died and she recently told me that she saw what she believed to be his first wife's spirit several times. Who knows? I could very easily have had my own mind trick me but the inner most feelings and the torn apart room incidents made it seem very real.

I dont deny that there are probably other life forms out there

But the ghosts, spirits, angels, demons..there literally isn't a reason anywhere to believe these mythical beings are real. It doesn't matter what a 2,000 year old book told you or that time you heard someone walking up the stairs and there was no one there. The brain has an incredible way of confirming our suspicions

ETA: DawgfaninCa's "sea monster" story holds more water than ghosts who come back from the dead to turn your tv on and off and frick with other things around your house for fun. I guess I'm just always surprised by the number of people who have a strange experience and immediately default to "ghost!". They never give other strange but reasonable options for their strange circumstance a chance because they want their experience to be of some undeniable importance and mystery when they tell their friends