Do you believe in ghosts/spirits? Share your experiences!!

I have, and I have it recorded too.

I am not brave enough yet.

I did it in a cemetary around 2AM. I still have the recording of someone not there answering my question

I was the head baker/manager in a bakery that was in an old house built in 1863. I was often there late at night, and sometimes through the night, working in the kitchen. I spent a lot of time building that business, and I spent a lot of hours in that building. The following things happened over the course of a few years.

There were no doors to separate the kitchen from the dining room, so at night as I stood at my baker's table I could see out into the dining area but it was dark, just lit from the light of my kitchen flourescents.
I would often see a black form, a shape the size of a person, walk from the back entrance of the dining room towards the front one. Moving pretty fast, but visible. At first it would freak me out, but it happened so many times that I soon got used to it. Sometimes I felt i was being watched from the same area as I rolled dough and worked at the table, always the black figure, and for some reason it felt female to me. She started to be my "company" late at night.

A few times when I was at home sleeping, the security alarm company would call me - generally around 2am - to let me know that an alarm had gone off in this same quadrant of the building, and did I want a security guard over there? The first time I said yes, then after it happened a couple more times (with no intruder, no explanation), I started saying no. I knew they wouldn't find anything, and they'd charge me $50 each time to go out.

So on one of my late night baking shifts, I sheepishly walked out into the dark dining room and asked the ghost if she could kindly not set the alarm off when she walked through, because I was being woken up by ADT phoning me at 2am, and it was hard for me to fall back asleep. I felt like an idiot, talking out loud in the dark bakery to no-one... but it never happened again.

We had a door chime that signalled when customers were coming in the front door; the sensor was by the door in the dining room, the chime/speaker part was back in the dishwashing area. The front door was the only blind spot you couldn't see from the kitchen. It was handy on slow afternoons if we weren't heavily staffed; we could all be back in the kitchen working and then quickly go out front to greet customers when the chime went off.
So on another night when I came back in the middle of the night to bake, I heard this chime go off (it should be switched to the "off" position after we closed, so someone had obviously left it turned on). My first thought was that whoever had closed had also neglected to lock the front door, and someone had seen my kitchen light on and wandered in! I slowly walked out there, calling out "hello", and quickly flipped on the lights. Thankfully, no-one was in the building. So I went to check the door was locked and it was. My next explanation was that someone had left the chime turned on and maybe car lights driving by had tripped the sensor, or someone had approached the front door and set it off. So I went back to the dish area to turn the thing off, and IT WAS ALREADY TURNED OFF! Eeeek!

The only time I ever got really scared there was late one night, when I was hanging up some utensils on hooks on the wall, my back to the rest of the kitchen. I felt someone standing right behind me, shorter than me (I'm 5'9"), their head level with my shoulder, and I felt a light touch on my left shoulder, I slowly turned around in fear, and of course no-one was with me.

Also in that same bakery, the whole basement was our dry storage area. I would often have to go down there at night when I was the only one there, to go get a bag of flour or something. The stairs to the basement were outside, so whenever I had to go down there (being a sensible and paranoid female), I would go out the back kitchen door, lock it behind me, then go down the stairs to the basement. So that someone who might be watching couldn't sneak into the building and wait for my return and attack me, eat all my baked goods, or whatever.
So more than one, when I was down in the dry storage getting ingredients and stuff, I would hear footsteps above on the old hardwood floors. Not little noises, but actual walking footsteps, going from one end of the dining room to the other. This also became quite normal.

Finally (I'm almost done, sorry to be so long-winded), some customers came in once (we're back to daylight/business hours now, ha ha), and asked me if they could see the kitchen/back-of-house area. I had no problem with that but was curious why, and they said their mother used to live in the house, back when it was still a house. They wanted to see how the layout of the rooms had changed. We chatted about it a little, and I eventually told them that I often felt a woman there with me at night, walking through or sometimes just watching me bake. They didn't seem surprised! They even told me not to worry, and that she was quite friendly and I shouldn't be afraid. I told them I wasn't, and that I was glad to have met them.

That's my story of the bakery!

Yup!

A friends dead husband recently came to me in a dream. I only knew the guy to see him, maybe had one brief conversation with him in my life. He was killed in a tragic car accident a couple years ago.

He recently came to me in a dream. We were in a white room. He wanted me to tell her that he's always there watching and that he is very proud of what she has accomplished on her own.

I could not get him out of mind all day after. My sister urged me to tell the friend. I messaged her on fb but never heard back. I decided to just leave it at that.

I was a paranormal fanatic when I was younger but haven't thought about it much for years... Until we bought our house. I had several neighbours mention stories of strange happenings in this house and, to be realistic, the house looked like your steriotypical 'haunted house' when we bought it... I guess that was what caught mine and my husbands imagination. Anyhow, I was careful to refute and ignore all the stories as I knew that 95% of the time I'd be in this house by myself - however, I also always tried to be respectful to the old place as we started to completey remodel it.

Its still interesting how many people look at photos of the old house (pre reno) and say 'is it haunted?'

I really haven't seen or heard anything that couldn't be explained away but, in reality, I'm pretty sure at least one of the former occupants are here - the husband. I can just feel a presence here but its not bad... Its comforting actually - like I'm not really alone. The neighbours said he was always a lovely, jovial man (and apparently VERY into the paranormal himself) and I have a photo of him that suggests the same. My only concern is that once our Master suite is finished, I will be looking across what used to be his bedroom when I'm lying in bed... The old master is now remodelled into a large ensuite that is open to the new master bedroom... I feel like that area is his territory and to date we still never go in there at night because its unfinished.

I think he's pleased with what we've done to the house. In fact, I'd go as ar as to say he may have been watching out for us a few times as we've had a couple of close calls during the works to date. This house has an amazing energy though (another thing many visitors comment on) so I think we're all good! :happy:

I love this..because I'm also in a house that just has that LOOK. I remember walking past this land as a kid, feeling creeped out. And although everyone asks how can we stay here..I feel so comfortable here...and the house is effin beautiful. I know there are "others" here..because it's like they'll go out of their way to make us aware. I also know that they aren't harmful..because any of us can be here alone...and hear things..but not be frightened. But, there are times when I'm startled..by a sound..footsteps..water. But the fear doesn't last long. I've even said "Stop doin that"..in a gentle voice...and yes, the noises stop..instantly.

I love Gettysburg, Pennsylvania for many reasons; one of them being that it is one of the most haunted places in the world. This is a story I heard on a show called "The Ghosts of Gettysburg."

During the time of the American Civil War, two sisters were renting an apartment together. They were taking care of a little boy, but had to keep it a secret, as the landlord was against having any children in his boarding house. One day, as the little boy was playing, they got a knock at their door, and discovered it was their landlord. I forget what it is he wanted to talk to them about, but the two women were frantic, and one of the sisters had the little boy hide on the window sill outside. She closed the curtains, they went about their business, and he left half an hour later. The sister then went back to grab the little boy, and discovered him nowhere.

Mind you, this took place in the middle of winter. They frantically ran downstairs and outside, but found no traces of him falling, running away or being taken. He was never found.

But that is not the end of the story. That boarding house is now used as dorm rooms for college students at Gettysburg College. There have been reports from students who say that at night time, they will here a tapping at their window, and when they pull back their curtains, a boy's blue face appears, and next to him is the word "help" written in the frost.

He is referred to as "The Blue Boy"

You should watch I Survived: Beyond and Back. I'm obsessed with that show.

In Japanese belief there is a 'sitting ghost' it sits on my and you can't move... there are such things as demons. there are no such things as ghosts of people who wander. the demons are the fallen angels who followed lucifer/satan and were cast out of Heaven. they are real, but cannot harm you if you are a true believer and follower of Jesus. His blood shed for us as Christians, protect us and give us authority over them.

The "sitting ghost" did sit on me... I just kept saying 'Jesus loves me' over and over and and it left, but not before saying I'll get you. it gave me a cold. :P

You should watch I Survived: Beyond and Back. I'm obsessed with that show.

This show scares the **** out of me.

When I was a kid I was sitting on the couch reading a book and an elderly man walked out of the fireplace, went and put a newspapper on the table, then walked back into the fireplace. My mother kept asking me what was wrong but I didn't want to talk in fear that he would look at me. When it was over I threw up.

Omgosh!!!!! I would have puked too lol

I am unsure of the existence, but we have a light/ceiling fan in our living room. And like clockwork, it comes on by itself around 6/7 pm, usually just the light. Sometimes we get home and the fan is going a hundred miles an hour, sometimes in the middle of the night. So, we have named it Sally. It’s either that or the cheap *ss contractor as we live in new construction!

There's a lot more going on out there than people realize.

Yes.

Hmm okay, when i was about 7 a large wolf wondered into my room, completely freaked me out. But no one else could see it..
I always assumed i had been imagining it, but i have seen it around occassionally, like its stalking me.. Proberlly my first experience of a spirit.

About 5 years ago i was in the attic filming randomly, and then someone sat up at the back of the attic and turned to face me, i caught it on camera, screemed, jumped out of the loft and ran out of the house. But ofcourse no one was in the loft.

In my old house everyday at about 3am someone would walk from my mums room, to the bathroom, close the door, turn on the light, flush the loo, turn off the light, open the door, and walk down stairs...
Now i always assumed it was my mum. Until one day it happened and she yelled from her room, lauren you do this every single ****ing night go back to bed... And i was just there like its not me, and its not you.. And we're the only 2 people that live in this house..
Anyway it freaked me out so much i asked a mate to stay the next night, we decided to sleep downstairs as my room was so tiny. When the noises started she began to cry, saying she didnt know it would be this bad. She assumed i had just been hearing floor panels squeak or something..

Then i moved into the house im in now, with my fiance and his family.
I was in the lounge once in the middle of the night, on my laptop facing the patio doors. I saw the reflection of someone walk into the room, i looked up, (and i needed to speak to lisa, my fiance mum.. But she looks so similar to her daughter. There the same height, weight, with the same hair, skin colour, etc, etc..) So i turned round to see if it was lisa or her daughter..
And no one was there. I turned back to the patio window and there the random woman was stood right behind my chair stairing down at the back of my head.
I dropped my laptop and ran pretty much crying to my fiance.

I also see glimpses of this man at the top of the stairs. He stands behind the banister and creeps over. I see him sometimes starring at me, and he pulls his head straight back. Im the only one who see's him, but he terrifies me. I feel like he is waiting for me to be in the house alone. (Theres 6 of us here, so the house is never empty). It terrifies me to the point that i cant be in the hallway with the light off incase he sneaks up on me.

I also saw 2 pet rats in the kitchen here once, it was obviouse they where pets because of their white markings. I was like omg lisa there are rats in the kitchen!! My fiance said he use to have pete rats that lived in the kitchen. He showed me a picture of them, and it was the rats i saw.
That was the second experience that i know of seeing an animal ghost..

I have many more but i think there the biggest.

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Another big one, in my old house when i lived with my mum, she went out for the night leaving me home alone.
I was watching most haunted, it was a celebrity special.
I was sat on the sofa and behind me was a massive mirror. But then just the wall dividing the lounge and the kitchen.
At one point a celebrity got really angry and yelled "if there is a ****ing ghost here, just bang on the ****ing wall!!!".
And the wall behind me banged loudly 3 times. And i spun round looking at the mirror and it was swinging like it had been knocked.
Scared the **** out of me!!
I was worried the ghost thought it had been me yelling at it..

Hmm okay, when i was about 7 a large wolf wondered into my room, completely freaked me out. But no one else could see it..
I always assumed i had been imagining it, but i have seen it around occassionally, like its stalking me.. Proberlly my first experience of a spirit.

2 friends of mine, one is native american[don't know the nation] and the other is into wicca... or something like that

told me that if you see animal spirits, they are more or less your guardians. They protect you, so don't be scared.... That is if you go with their logics

Still don't understand what they are supposed to protect you from

Hmm okay, when i was about 7 a large wolf wondered into my room, completely freaked me out. But no one else could see it..
I always assumed i had been imagining it, but i have seen it around occassionally, like its stalking me.. Proberlly my first experience of a spirit.

2 friends of mine, one is native american[don't know the nation] and the other is into wicca... or something like that

told me that if you see animal spirits, they are more or less your guardians. They protect you, so don't be scared.... That is if you go with their logics

I am a wiccan.
To be honest it was seeing the wolf, and then me researching it online when i bumped into it again several years later. That led me to discover wicca.
As a child i was terrified and hated wolves.
But now i believe maybe it is like my spirit guide, and wolves have become my favourite animals. I feel such a connection with them.
I cant help but feel like it is more than just a coincidence.

Maybe it's not, I believe in a single God of the universe. I am not going to bash people for their way... [personally, I think that is how Christianity got into it's mess to begin with. >.>] I just wish, I knew more than what I do.