Have you ever met a ghost???

My oldest daughter , insists there is a ghost of an old man down stairs, she said he's isn't scary, he just walks around, her friend has also seen him they call him old Joe, I haven't old her yet but before we bought our house, there had been a small kitchen fire, the old man that lived here was burned, when his clothes caught fire. he died a few days after, We have heard so many storys about this very odd, man , when were renovating we found old wills, for him and his departed wife, letters hidden in walls, people tell us they'd rip down the walls because he was know for hiding large amounts of money.

After I lost Rebby I had a dream I was looking out a window and Rebby was in a tree trying to jump in the window but he kept falling. But then I saw my Mom (deceased) standing in the background watching. So I guess she was just letting me know that Rebby couldn't come home but she was taking care of him for me! That made me feel much better!

In most of the old threads I have told about the ghosts of my house. Lately I have been smelling my grandmother (moth balls, everything was stored with mothballs) and seeing my RB kitty, Shalimar. I own a tuxedo and a grey tabby. Shalimar was an red Maine Coon. She jumps up on my bed and settles against my feet, but when I look to see who it is, there is no one there. I have also seen my friend's dobie under her dining room table. The dog was pts about 2 yrs ago.

My latest encounter was during a Haunted Tour we were running this past weekend. I take my glasses off before the tour is brought in the room and place them on a ledge that slopes back toward the wall. No one goes near it after that. We finished the encounter, I went for my glasses and they were on the floor, on the other side of the room.

oh boy...I have seen many things since I was a child. My first experience was very very young (2-3, my mom told me this). We lived in an old house and I had a "make believe friend" named Emily who I would talk to in the closet for hours on end, I would describe her as having long pretty hair and wearing a white dress but could never draw a picture of her when they would try & make me for some reason. My Mom & I ended up moving across the street with my grandma (same landlord) and they were talking past history with the land lord only to find out there was a 5 yr old little girl named Emily who died in a fire in the 1800's.
The more recent was a couple of years ago, I was actually dreaming about a ghost, I remember in the dream there was a knock on the door and I went and opened the door and saw a woman who went to hug me and when we hugged my arms went right through her, i slammed the door and ran an hid in the dream. I was so scared that I woke up and then saw this giant green glow (fog like) next to my bed. I was so freaked out, i made the bf wake up and we switched bedrooms that night.

actually recently I think something has been following me around. I haven't felt scared but the first 2 weeks this happen I thought I must be coming up on that time (my gramma use to tell me I would get clumsy around tom but I never knowticed) things have been falling out of my hands left & right & only at home not work, tom came & went then it got worse and literally has looked like things have been flying out of my hands to the point where the bf and i suddenly thought at the same moment there is something around me and he doesn't usually pick up on these things. It's been all things that have been related to loves of mine too.

I have alot lately and Im not enjoying it! I wish whoever/whatever it is would just go away!

Yes.

1. I saw this when I was 14 (MANY years ago! ): My parents' house was a ranch house; an l-shaped house. My bedroom was on the corner, across from the living room wing of the house, which had a large picture window. That morning was December 14th; my sis-in-law was to take us to see a Christmas thingy, but only if it didn't snow. It was 7:30 AM; my Dad was in the kitchen, doing bills at the table; Mom was asleep in the bedroom near mine. I made a glass of chocolate milk, went to the picture window, to look at the weather, and note the temperature on the outdoor thermometer. I glanced over to my bedroom window, and saw a blonde-haired woman, in a white dress, eyes downcast, holding something in the palms of her hands, and tilting her head back and forth to look at whatever was in her hands--I couldn't see it myself. BTW, I could see this very well, as the ceiling light was on in the room, and the day was overcast. This all was VERY distinct, and clear; not filmy, etc. The funny thing was, I didn't think it was a ghost! I thought it was my Mom, who was blonde, but much darker blonde, with a different hairdo. I went into my room to see what she was doing, only to not see anyone; and hear Mom snoring in the next room, obviously well asleep (I never told her about the ghost; I did, however, ask her later if she had gotten up at all--she said no.). No one else in the house could have been there--Dad had black hair, and anyway, I could hear him in the kitchen as this was happening. Our dog was black. I always hated sleeping in that room after that!

2. The boy in the field: a few months later, Easter Sunday, I took a walk in our field behind the house. I saw a boy, bending over, picking daffodils, in the neighbor's adjoining cow pasture. He looked up, saw me, and started running toward me, emitting a low whistle. I was far enough away to pretend not to see him, as I thought he was a kid I knew up the road, and didn't feel like chatting. I went back into the house. Then, I realized something odd: there were NO flowers, never mind daffodils, growing there. Yet, I saw a bunch in his left hand, and saw him picking them with his right hand.

3. The dead boy: I'm not 10% sure I saw a ghost, but I'll relate the story. Many years ago, I was in the car with Mom & Dad, who was driving. It was at dusk, and raining. As we turned the intersection, I saw a tall, thin, boy, about 17, walk across the road, and up the porch of the house on the corner. I though nothing of it, until I remembered that house had been vacant for a few years; and the hedge was overgrown, so nobody could walk through the former "gate", to walk up to the porch, like I saw. (I even drove past the next day to check.) Yet, I saw the guy walk through, and go up the porch steps to ring the doorbell. then it dawned on me: that day was April 4th. Many years before, a 17-year-old guy was shot and killed in a shootout with the police; he had allegedly molested a 3-year-old girl, and the police were on his tail. It was right in that area of the crossroads; but I don't know if he ever went to that house (which was occupied at the time). I had forgotten about it until then.

4. Gettysburg, PA. : again, may not have been a ghost; this time, though, I thought I was seeing one. It was just after midnight, July 3rd, and I was driving back to my motel in Fairfield. I was driving on a lonely patch of road, by the Peach Orchard. I saw a Confederate 1st Sgt., who seemed oblivious to my car going past, walking toward town, about a 3 mile hike. If he had come from the reenactment site, which would've been very hard for various reasons, mainly, he had no light source (no streetlights or houses), he would've had anothe couple of miles tacked on. Why couldn't he get a ride from friends, or take his car??? I had to drive past the site, which is on a corner, and saw no broken-down car, bike, or even a skateboard. I later found out that that date was the anniversary of the battle in the Peach Orchard in the Civil War.

I really enjoyed the stories in here. Any more?

I like these stories, too! I have one thing that happened, but it's nothing to big or scary.

I had an old dog who use to pee in the house, and it smelled pretty bad. (She couldn't help it.) We eventually had to put her down. The house was cleaned and the pee smell and such were all gone. A few days later, we smelled it again...It was like she wanted to come back one last time. I wasn't there when my mom took her to the vet. I think she liked me the best, and I know out of my family, I liked her more than anyone. Maybe she did it in a way to say good-bye.

A few days after my grandmother died, I saw her in my dream.
In that dream she was with some other people and they were laughing and smiling. My grandmother saw me and she said to me that I should tell my mother (her daughter) that she had a good time and everything was well and my mother shouldn't worry or feel sad.

I also have few experience of "sleep paralysis". It is awful feeling