Once, when I was a kid, I witnessed the little window covering the clockface on a grandfather clock swinging open at exactly midnight!

there was the faintest outline of the head of an indian on the wall of my grandma's house when the sun hit it just right. it really bothered me until i was about 7.

it wasn't vague or open to interpretation, it was clear as day. perfectly symmetrical. and even if it was just a random pattern, no one could ever figure out how it got there. i mean, she lived there since the house was built and everything.

i always thought it was the ghost of an indian who was mad at us because we were living where his people used to be.

A music box my grandmother bought my aunt turned on in the middle of the night, at the exact time she died.

Ben:  "We've laid in a gala reception for your fair-haired boys tonight.  All of Twin Peaks' best and brightest."

Jerry: "We're holding it in a phone booth?"

beep WHIIRRRR zzzt zzzt

pshooooonk:

LOOK IN THE CLOSET

Ben:  "We've laid in a gala reception for your fair-haired boys tonight.  All of Twin Peaks' best and brightest."

Jerry: "We're holding it in a phone booth?"

WOW!! Let's save this thread here! what about shadow people?

we've had a thread about this topic a few years ago too. I think the member's name was HeadInABox maybe started  the Topic, where are ya dude???

also a very long lost friend from singapore, would agree about shadow people, I will post a few stuff here about mine later.

I don't know if you would call this a ghost story or not.  But years ago I was messing with the Ouja board and the board spelled out Satan. I then felt a hand smack me across the face and breaking my glasses.  All of the people involved with the board began to have weird encounters.  I would see things like shadows in the forms of animals around people.  A friend of mine was grabbed by things at night.  Things would come into his room and hold him down in the bed.  Weird things happened at my aunt's house.  Like things would disappear, soap would float, heaters would turn on etc...

I later faced this demon/ghost/spirit or whatever it was at a park.  I have angel stories as well.  I like those better.  :) Also being visited by dead people.  I see dead people.  :)

The last time I played with one, the group I was with made a promise not to cheat beforehand. We'd been talking about how we all knew exactly who among our little girlfriends were controlling the pointer (the ones who got bored easiest) and who would push it a little bit (the ones who wanted to scare themselves the most.) A couple fessed up to cheating. One admitted to ALWAYS cheating at board games. The rest of us, like, took it super-seriously and really wanted proof of the afterlife. lol

So the five of us sat there for 10 minutes and, sure enough, the damn thing didn't move a millimeter!

Kevin6002, what encounters have you had with God and angels?

The closest ghost story legend to my stomping grounds is the Bell Witch.  Check out her legend on wikipedia.

Does anyone have any pictures they can post of ghostly images in pictures?  I have seen some before (one from a Civil War battleground) and it is very creepy.  The ghost is looking at the person taking the picture from a great distance.

"Harry, I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don't plan it, don't wait for it, just let it happen. Could be a new shirt at the men's store, a catnap in your office chair, or two cups of good, hot, black coffee. Like this."  -Dale Cooper

A couple of weeks after my dad passed away I was staying with my mom.  I was taking a nap on the couch and my mom was napping in her bedroom.  All of the sudden, I could smell my dad's aftershave like he was sitting in his recliner a couple of feet away from me.  I thought maybe mom had open the bottle or sprayed some or something because she missed him.  I asked her later about it and she hadn't.  That was weird.

One time using a Ouija board in high school with some friends, the oracle went flying off the board, hit the wall and busted.  No one was touching it at the time.

I lived in a house with a ghost who loved to go up and down the stairs.  Constantly.  All night long.