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When I lived on my own, I was woken up by someone shaking me violently. Though since sensations like falling or drowning can carry over from your dreams when you wake up, I'm not sure I didn't just imagine it.
Pretty creepy, at any rate.
The same appartment also had that sort of annoying presence, where you feel like someone's watching you - though that may just be my paranoia speaking.
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Then there's always my grandma's house, which has a smell of recently cooked food that comes and goes in the middle of the night, as well as a sensation of being watched (though in a pleasant way).
There was also a wall that appeared to be snoring, but it turned out to be because of the pipes. Though, it was more fun when it was a snoring wall and not faulty plumbing.
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I wouldn't neccessarily say I believe in ghosts, though, but I certainly believe there are some things we just can't explain. Maybe it's ghosts, or maybe it's just the ghosts that live in my head.
Pretty creepy, at any rate.
The same appartment also had that sort of annoying presence, where you feel like someone's watching you - though that may just be my paranoia speaking.
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Then there's always my grandma's house, which has a smell of recently cooked food that comes and goes in the middle of the night, as well as a sensation of being watched (though in a pleasant way).
There was also a wall that appeared to be snoring, but it turned out to be because of the pipes. Though, it was more fun when it was a snoring wall and not faulty plumbing.
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I wouldn't neccessarily say I believe in ghosts, though, but I certainly believe there are some things we just can't explain. Maybe it's ghosts, or maybe it's just the ghosts that live in my head.
During a camping trip near the Great Wall in Beijing, my sister (12 at the time) and her friend went out of their tent at night to go to the bathroom. The only bathroom was a stone building a stone's throw from the camp site. It was dark inside, the toilets were rather medieval. My sister shone her flashlight around inside and there was this old woman.
According to my sister, the screaming could be heard from the campsite. Not a ghost, just a creepy elderly woman.
According to my sister, the screaming could be heard from the campsite. Not a ghost, just a creepy elderly woman.
I don't believe in ghosts. But I assure you, had I seen one I'd be sure to call the Ghostbusters.
Never seen anything like that personally, my parents have told me some things that happened when I was a baby in our first house, and some of the things they told me just cannot be explained. I wont write them out though because there's too many stories and I'm tired... I also want to talk about my own experience.
Well I've never actually seen what I would consider to be a ghost before, but there was one occasion a few years ago when I felt like I was in the presence of many, and I've never felt that way before. This was when I used to live in England, and I used to have very weird sleeping patterns all the time, so I'd be up all night often. Sometimes I'd go out in the middle of the night and take the 15-minute walk up to the petrol station to buy snacks and drinks, I wasn't scared of the dark (though I did find it too gloomy and don't really like being in the dark, I'm the same these days. But it never bothered me much)
Anyway, I'm on my way back. It's very very quiet as always, at night the streets around there were completely deserted, I didn't even see many people in the daytime. But I suddenly feel like I am being watched and followed. I'm not a paranoid person at all, and I'd taken this walk many times at night and felt fine. I kept looking behind me and around me, and walking more hurriedly. But it got worse, I felt like many eyes were on me and watching me, and I felt fear as though I could tell I was about to be attacked, even though there was no logical reason why I would be. I couldn't see or hear anything out of the ordinary, but I just felt this horrible coldness and fear, and every fiber of my being was telling me to get out of there, NOW. Well I ended up RUNNING home as fast as possible, however when I got home I didn't feel much better. I was home alone at the time (I think my family might have been away for a weekend and I didn't go), I turned all the lights on and I still felt exactly the same. Well I ended up sitting in my room in a corner sobbing until the feeling went away (an hour later).
You can write it down to being a simple panic attack or whatever, but there was nothing to cause it to happen, and I'm usually a very stable and sane person, even when I was that age. But at that moment I was positive I was in the presence of many 'people' who meant harm to me.
Well I've never actually seen what I would consider to be a ghost before, but there was one occasion a few years ago when I felt like I was in the presence of many, and I've never felt that way before. This was when I used to live in England, and I used to have very weird sleeping patterns all the time, so I'd be up all night often. Sometimes I'd go out in the middle of the night and take the 15-minute walk up to the petrol station to buy snacks and drinks, I wasn't scared of the dark (though I did find it too gloomy and don't really like being in the dark, I'm the same these days. But it never bothered me much)
Anyway, I'm on my way back. It's very very quiet as always, at night the streets around there were completely deserted, I didn't even see many people in the daytime. But I suddenly feel like I am being watched and followed. I'm not a paranoid person at all, and I'd taken this walk many times at night and felt fine. I kept looking behind me and around me, and walking more hurriedly. But it got worse, I felt like many eyes were on me and watching me, and I felt fear as though I could tell I was about to be attacked, even though there was no logical reason why I would be. I couldn't see or hear anything out of the ordinary, but I just felt this horrible coldness and fear, and every fiber of my being was telling me to get out of there, NOW. Well I ended up RUNNING home as fast as possible, however when I got home I didn't feel much better. I was home alone at the time (I think my family might have been away for a weekend and I didn't go), I turned all the lights on and I still felt exactly the same. Well I ended up sitting in my room in a corner sobbing until the feeling went away (an hour later).
You can write it down to being a simple panic attack or whatever, but there was nothing to cause it to happen, and I'm usually a very stable and sane person, even when I was that age. But at that moment I was positive I was in the presence of many 'people' who meant harm to me.
I couldn't resist. I looked up.Proteus214 said:
She winked at me and started applying lipstick.
I think I'm getting hit on by a ghost.
(And that's how you turn creepypasta into failpasta)
As for actual ghostly encounters, the only one I can think of was a few weeks ago when my cap flew off my bed for no reason.
And that was it.
While I can't believe in ghosts as my principle of put up or shut up prevents that. However I still hope there are ghosts, as that means there IS something after death, not us just ceasing to exist. I like to see any of you contemplate just not existing anymore, no more sound, sight, or even thought, just nothing. If you did that, now do you wish there was solid proof of the afterlife like ghosts?
It's one of the reasons I believe that a soul exists (I'm a traditional devout Catholic, that helps as well).Koganesaga said:
But, I do not want this to go down the road of the old "Subject becomes super-controversial" path, so I will just leave it at that.
Says the person who regularly visits a site called ESCAPIST Magazine.Aylaine said:TV rots your brain, so no thanks.sinclose said: