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Sure do.  Our first house together was mildly haunted.  No apparitions or anything, just a feeling that you are not alone when there was no-one else in the house.  The house had beautiful hardwood panelling in all the living spaces.  I never could figure out why they had whitewashed over this great walnut panelling in one bedroom.  Then I noticed what was obviously bloodstains on the back of the closet door in the room and a couple of other places that had not been painted.  Did some research and found out that a 10 year old child had "accidentally" shot himself in the head about a decade before in that room.

To all the naysayers ... i dare you to spend the night in the playground behind Maple Hill Cemetary, commonly referred to as "Dead Kids Playground."  That places give you the chills at high noon, I won't go near it at night.

To all the naysayers ... i dare you to spend the night in the playground behind Maple Hill Cemetary, commonly referred to as "Dead Kids Playground."  That places give you the chills at high noon, I won't go near it at night.

Oh yeah I have been there before...quite a nice place for a picnic.  Once I moved all the dead bodies it made for a pleasant evening.

Only the ones that believe in me.

Yeah, I believe in ghosts.  If you think about it, they're just souls that, for whatever reason, got lost on their way to one place or another.

You always hear about those kinds of haunting (military base, wandering dead, looking for a ride home), especially around places known to have hosted deaths.

Lately, studies with infrasound have shown that extremely low-level sound waves (below human hearing levels) can produce feelings of unease, dread and disquiet frequently associated with hauntings. 
Link: Yahoo News/Reuters

I've heard several "this happened to me!" stories, but I've only participated in one.

(Yes, I'm about to tell it.)

While I was attending community college I had a friend named Matt.  I was always over at his place to watch movies, pig out on whatever was in the fridge, bs, whatever.   90% of the time we sat around watching horror films.

("Oh, well that's it then!"  No.  I mea Cheezy horror films.  If you're scared, there's something wrong with you.  Matt liked his horror films TERRIBLE!!  We're talking "Nudist Colony of the Dead" horrible.  You're more likely to laugh at these things being so bad than you are to be mildly frightened.

Why was I watching them? It beat hanging out at home alone.)

Anyway, this guy's (father's) place was your typical one floor house, a  living room right off the kitchen with a little hall to the bathroom and rooms.   Matt had told me about the things that sometimes went on there - his dog (when he had had one) would bark at the air in the same place at the same time every night.  People heard voices calling them when no one else was home.  People heard people pulling into the drive (familliar car sounds - "Ah! Dad's home" type sounds) and when they looked there was no one there.  His sister even felt an icy hand on her forhead one night while she was trying to sleep (and yes, she refused to stay at home for the next week or so).  No one had ever seen anything odd, though.

So on the night in question we finish a particularly bad movie, and wonder which one to move onto next.  I said, "I'll pick one this time, " hoping that he had something in his collection that would be at least a little better.  I left the living room, walked down the hall, turned the corner and then turned into his room.  I stopped before I went inside.

I was looking at a woman.  She was completely indistinct, with no arms or face discernable, she didn't reach the floor, she didn't make any sudden movements.  I only knew that she was a "she" because I didn't think she was a "he."  She was moving, however, from the middle of the room past the doorway towards the bookshelf on the right side of the door (right past me).

This didn't strike me as being odd.  In fact, if I had thought to think anything, it would have been "nothing out of the ordinary here."  It was only as she continued towards the bookshelf less than a foot away that someting in the back of my mind kicked in and started slowly saying "something is out of the ordinary here.  Something is VERY out of the ordinary here.  Something is REALLY FREAKING OUT OF THE ORDINARY HERE AND I DON'T THINK I WANT TO BE HERE ANYMORE!"

I backed away, turned back down the hallway, and walked calmly back to the living room where I told Matt that he could go get his own freaking movie and would he mind telling the ghost in his bedroom to not freak me out like that anymore, thank you very much.

That's it.  No ghosts disappearing in the back seat of my car, no phantom gun battles, just a human sized & shaped blur moving across a darkened room.

There is no such thing as ghosts. Absolutely, positively not. People who claim to have seen them are either lying or delusional.

There is no such thing as ghosts. Absolutely, positively not. People who claim to have seen them are either lying or delusional.

I'm going to have to ask you where your proof is (which is, of course, just as irrational as flat out denial - you CAN'T prove a negative).   

Why so adamant against it?  Do you believe in an afterlife, Slarty?

There is no such thing as ghosts. Absolutely, positively not. People who claim to have seen them are either lying or delusional.

I'm going to have to ask you where your proof is (which is, of course, just as irrational as flat out denial - you CAN'T prove a negative).   

Why so adamant against it?  Do you believe in an afterlife, Slarty?

You're the one making an outrageous claim about undead spirits walking the earth. Show me some evidence other than "I had a creepy feeling" type bullsmurf.

You're the one making an outrageous claim about undead spirits walking the earth. Show me some evidence other than "I had a creepy feeling" type bullsmurf.

Woah! Easy does it, champ!  I'm not slamming your position, I'm just asking for the reasoning behind it.  I explained mine, and I didn't spare the keyboard for it (in other words, I wrote a freaking novel).  I'm just asking why you're so convinced that it can't happen, and if you believe in an afterlife.  Nothing to get offended at.

As for the proof, you would have had to be there with me at the time to have proof of the only supernatural experience I've ever encountered.  Beyond that, there are hundreds of thousands of stories out there of people having supernatural experiences.  99% of them can be explained away, some pretty easily.  I don't claim to be a supernatural researcher with access to the evidence for the other 1%.  Hell, the link I provided earlier might even explain away a big chunk of the other 1%.

This topic has been done to death before, and I don't feel like getting into it. I suggest you read this and this, and then we'll talk.

This topic has been done to death before, and I don't feel like getting into it. I suggest you read this and this, and then we'll talk.

Right. I'll run right out and get them.   

If you didn't want to talk about this stuff, then why post in this thread?

All through this I haven't been able to escape the irony that Blaze started this thread.  Look at his avatar again.

Sometimes I think the unknown should just stay that way. I stand by what I saw and heard. I don't care if you believe it or not. The same can be said about God there is no evidence that a God does exisit. Each to their own.

I believe in long, deep, soft, wet kisses.