re: Who here believes in ghosts?

I didn't believe in ghosts growing up until I experienced something that to this day I cannot explain.

When I was around 13, I went with my boy scout troop on a bike riding trip to Vicksburg, MS where we rode bikes through the Civil War Battlefield. Each state that sent troops to fight in the battle had a memorial dedicated to the soldiers that died from that state. The largest monument of all of them is the Illinois Monument, which is essentially a large round domed pavilion that people can walk around in. Our troop decided to stop for lunch at the Illinois Monument.

After most everyone had finished eating, most of the kids were outside of the monument throwing around a frisbee while myself and my best friend at the time were looking around at the plaques and stuff inside the pavilion. Suddenly, I noticed that something wasn't right. I could no longer hear the voices of the other kids outside of the pavilion, it suddenly felt darker, and the colors seemed to drain from my vision. I heard what sounded like distant gunshots, first faint, then growing louder. I started hearing booming cannons, shouting, horses, dying men. Freaking out, I started looking around and the only person there was my friend passed out unconscious in the center of the pavilion. As the battle noises got louder and louder like a freight train, I ran to try and wake up my friend. Like the rest of the world, he looked white as a ghost, all of the color drained from his skin.

After shaking him in a blind panic begging him to wake up, his eyes finally opened as he looked at me terrified and confused. As his eyes opened, the noises stopped, the lighting changed and color came back, I could hear the voices of the other kids again, hear the groundskeepers cutting the grass, and see people loitering outside of the Monument. I heard the scout leaders yell for us to come join them as we were about to head out, so we quickly rushed to join up with them.

That evening, I finally got to talk with my friend about what happened. He told me that he "was there". He was on the battlefield, carrying a rifle and marching in formation in the Confederate army. When the Union line opened fire, he watched as the people around him were cut down before feeling the musket ball hit his chest right before I woke him up. He was completely serious and terrified about what happened. I've never experienced anything like that since, but it's the reason I believe that ghosts could exist. I don't know what the heck happened to us that day at Vicksburg, but it was something that I cannot explain.

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What ever happened to that crazy old bastard Beejon?

Dude said he opened a portal to hell and fought demons off with spirit swords.

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The thing about the lazyboy right?

Beejon battled demons
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TPA covers esoteric science and ritual sex magic
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BayAreaTiger hunts for sea monsters
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And the rest of us just battle against sobriety and productivity

When I was 17, we moved into an older home that my parents got a steal on. An older lady had lived there, but her children had put her in an old folks home and were quick to sell. We noticed all the doors had padlocks on the inside and the windows were all nailed shut. We just thought the lady was crazy. A few months later, it's around 1 am and I'm in the kitchen making a late snack and I see the water faucet start turning by itself. We would find our kitchen utensils in weird places, like inside the a.c. closet. Finally, one night I wake up to my boxers raising hell, and at the foot of my bad was the little girl staring at me. I closed my eyes and opened them, and she was still there. I did it again and she was gone. I never told anyone and I went off to college, but my parents sold the place shortly after. I got to talking with my mom about it a couple years ago, and it turns out she saw the same little girl. Crazy house.

The day after my dad died I was walking toward my back door. When I came to the doorway to the laundry room, the faucet in the laundry room turned on full blast. I froze, started laughing, and said "You've got to be shitting me". The water turned off.

My dad was the biggest jokester I ever knew. He was always playing tricks and doing funny stuff. Now I'm sorry, but a faucet does not turn on and off by itself. That was his last joke on me.

Bob, I lived in vicksburg for many years and spent many a day and night in that park. I've even slept in there over several nights alone. There is something there. Some of the. Biggest deer I've ever seen are in there too. Also the whole damn city was basically a battlefield. People are always finding old musket balls, bullets and even human bones. I also had many a good drunken nights in the park lol

my then 5 year old daughter used to tell me she heard someone whispering her name at night. freaked the hell out of me

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Have you seen the oral sex demon?

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No, but I have seen the Handjob Haunting.

A Handjob Haunting

That's awesome. I'd take that as your dad letting you know he was ok. Plus he had a new way to mess with you