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Denali wrote:

For those of you who need more "scientific proof" of ghosts, I'm sorry I didn't have a meter to register the atmosphere, or a camera to take pictures of "dancing" lights.  Next time I'll be sure to tell the ghost to hold still while I get some proof fro my disbelieving friends on mac-addict.

For those of you who do believe, please read on.

I was very close to my great grandfather, like best buddies.  He taught me to play pool, we went for ice cream, plaid card games, and just had a great time together.  One day he had a stroke, and a week later he died.  It was like loosing my best friend.  I wasn't there with him when he passed in the middle of the day, I was in school and mourned the loss of such a great guy.

One night I couldn't sleep so I decided to get up and read (I often did this to help me get to sleep, and I still do).  When I sat up in bed I looked at the door to the room (bed faced the door) there before me stood smiling, my greatgrandfater.  I was stunned.  My blood ran cold for a moment, then I remembered to breath.  I looked back and he was gone. 

After that I felt better about his passing and didn't miss him so much.  I felt like that was his way of saying "good bye" or "don't worry I'm fine". 

That is the only time I have ever seen a ghost.

It sounds like you were still in a half-dream state (it happens to me pretty often).  I have no doubt that your subconscious mind was active at that point in time, and created what your conscious mind wanted to see.  Still, the peace of mind it gave you is a great thing. 

Slarty wrote:

...Now, considering that you have already confessed to believing in ghosts, that leaves your judgment in this questionable. Not because I think you're loony or anything, but because you come to it with a preconceived notion, so you are more likely to interpret your own observation through that filter. You see a strange light or something in a room, and it becomes a ghost. You exclude the possibility that it could be lights from a passing car or something else. No, it's a ghost to you, even though there is no other evidence to support that.

Couldn't that filter work in two directions?

justine wrote:

Did you register just to bump an old thread up?

Damn it!  I fell for it again! 

midgetcop wrote:

From anyone who lives in Toronto here: 82 Bond st (Mackenzie House), 10 Toronto st (Conrad Black's former office), Old Fort York, Colbourne Lodge, Grenadier Pond, Pottery Rd, etc. ALL REPORTEDLY HAUNTED.

Grenadier Pond! Holy Sacka Boloney! That's Schnicky Shnack's address! Really! Look it up in the Toronto phone book. Is it possible? Could Schicky be . . . ? 

jeff-o wrote:

Denali wrote:

For those of you who need more "scientific proof" of ghosts, I'm sorry I didn't have a meter to register the atmosphere, or a camera to take pictures of "dancing" lights.  Next time I'll be sure to tell the ghost to hold still while I get some proof fro my disbelieving friends on mac-addict.

For those of you who do believe, please read on.

I was very close to my great grandfather, like best buddies.  He taught me to play pool, we went for ice cream, plaid card games, and just had a great time together.  One day he had a stroke, and a week later he died.  It was like loosing my best friend.  I wasn't there with him when he passed in the middle of the day, I was in school and mourned the loss of such a great guy.

One night I couldn't sleep so I decided to get up and read (I often did this to help me get to sleep, and I still do).  When I sat up in bed I looked at the door to the room (bed faced the door) there before me stood smiling, my greatgrandfater.  I was stunned.  My blood ran cold for a moment, then I remembered to breath.  I looked back and he was gone. 

After that I felt better about his passing and didn't miss him so much.  I felt like that was his way of saying "good bye" or "don't worry I'm fine". 

That is the only time I have ever seen a ghost.

It sounds like you were still in a half-dream state (it happens to me pretty often).  I have no doubt that your subconscious mind was active at that point in time, and created what your conscious mind wanted to see.  Still, the peace of mind it gave you is a great thing. 

Being half awake, I don't know.  I just know I had trouble sleeping and was sitting up in bed wanting to reach for a book to read to help me get some sleep.  Weather or not it was real is debeatable amongst experts, but I believe it was my grandad.  In some ways I still feel as if he is watching over me, but enver saw him again.

I believe there are things out there that no one knows.  Science can't always explaine it, no matter how hard you try.

justine wrote:

Slarty wrote:

Pauly: I think I explained my viewpoint on this matter pretty clearly two years ago when we had the discussion. If you want more, read the books that I linked to. But I have no intention of going into this again, so you can stop e-mailing me now.

You have your own personal stalker now.

I have benn sent to ruin his whole day

I've told this story here before, but whatever.

One night, a few years back, I was over at my friends house 'till about 3 AM. We were just hanging out, watching TV, and basically trying to freak ourselves out. Ghost stories, anything of the supernatural, whatever we could do. Basically, we were acting like 12 year old girls at a sleepover, minus talking about what boys we liked.

Nothing happened (yet), but it was good creepy fun.

So I drive home and come in through the garage. I step inside my house without turning on any lights, half beucase I'm lazy, and half because... well, I'm just lazy.

Anyway, I step into my darkened house and freeze. I can feel something watching me. Now, I know was just up all night trying to scare myself, but this was clearly different. This was real. Something was there.

I'm looking around the black, trying to see if I can make anything out, but unwilling, or unable, to move to turn on the light.

And standing there, in the quiet, in the dark, I hear a slow, steady breathing. It sounds somewhat pained, like an old man who's smoked too many cigarettes, but it's quiet.

I'm getting more and more freaked out when I notice some movement, only a meter or two from where I am standing. Something is there. All I could make out of it, was a shadowy humanoid figure, but one that stood not more than a foot off the ground. It was looking at me, I could see its eyes, and was slowly swaying back and forth, back and forth, like it was waiting for me to make the first move, all the while continuing it's slow steady breathing, and watching me intently.

Now mind is racing trying to figure out how I can get away from this thing, or how I can defend myself.  Now, I'm not in excellent shape, but I used to play soccer and still sometimes do, so I have a good kick. I figured that I could take one step and kick it straight into my living room wall, and that would hopefully disorient it enough for me to get out of the house, or run to the kitchen and grab a knife or something. I don't know, I've never encountered a foot tall shadow-goblin before.

But I had to act before it did.

Suddenly, just before I sprung into action, the thing made its move.

It giggled at me.

So I bent over, picked up my neice, put her back to bed, and then went to bed myself, all the while congratulating myself on keeping my cool and not booting my one year old neice into wall.

Last edited by Neut (2005-07-26 12:41 pm)

Pauly173 wrote:

Slarty wrote:

Pauly: I think I explained my viewpoint on this matter pretty clearly two years ago when we had the discussion. If you want more, read the books that I linked to. But I have no intention of going into this again, so you can stop e-mailing me now.

Yeah Yeah Yeah,I didn't have a discussion with two years ago because I only just become a member two days ago.Maybe you have me mistaken with another Pauly???

I think he meant "we" as in the MAF posters and the discussion being this thread.

Welcome aboard Pauly.  Did you bring snacks?  The new guy is supposed to bring snacks.