The real question is, do the ghosts believe in *me*?

yes, i do believe in them... i have seen them in both totally benign and incredibly threatening circumstances. i've heard things on the monitor, too but i'm more inclined to think the monitor is just sharing a channel with a nearby portable or cellular phone.

i'm not sure if it's ghosts as they are defined in the traditional sense...perhaps electromagnetic disturbances that re-play themselves over?...sort of a space/time thing?



eliza...do you have a crib bumper? if not, get one...if you do, when you make the crib tuck it down between the mattress and the slats and tie the ties up real tight.

Yes I do. I have no clue as to why they are here though.

At first, I always thought it was a heightened sense of awareness to certain situations. If I were doing something that reminded me of someone special and I felt some presence...I wrote it off to "it's just me thinking about them". But I'm more inclined now to believe that there are souls around us.

I've had picture orbs too, but no unusual occurances.

Sometimes people can scare themselves into believing they have ghosts when really all they have is an overactive imagination, too.

My mom grew up in this house, and she says that she used to see things upstairs at night all the time, but I've lived here for two years and haven't seen anything out of the ordinary day or night! The only *real* experience I've had that actually scared me was the house I looked at recently that I described in my other post.

I don't believe in ghosts in the traditional sense, that they look like people and all that. I believe if there are ghosts, they're just built up energy and don't really take any sort of form at all. There is a logical explanation for almost everything, I think we WANT to believe there are things like ghosts.

Of course I believe in them....what kind of vampiress would I be if I didn't?

I think they are here only if they have something important to finish. As an example, I think that some murder victims trap themselves here so that they can help ensure that justice is done to their murderer. I also think some are here to protect us.

The house I stayed in on campus (yes, the house of the undying rumor, lol) seems to have 2 completely different feelings, depending on where you are (or at least that I can sense). The room I stayed in last year had a closet right next to the door. I always got a weird feeling from that room but from the closet in particular. I couldn't sleep in the room by myself unless I had a dim light on or the TV and my back to the closet. There were a few times when I felt like someone was standing behind me while I was trying to fall asleep but I did my best to ignore it and not turn to look. I never did because I was too freaked out. I also get a weird feeling from a landing in between the 1st floor and basement...I won't go there unless it's well lit.

The room that I stayed in this year felt like a "safe zone." Although it was on the same floor as the other creepy room, I always felt comforted when I came into this one. I felt like nothing could hurt me. Going out into the hallway, the atmosphere changed slightly. It wasn't malicious....just not as safe as being in the room.

I kept having this one dream over and over about a little girl in a faded flower print dress. She was always holding a basket of flowers in her hands and standing on a dirt road that went up to a run down house. I felt like I knew who the girl was and that I'd been to that place before although I don't know either of them. Mom thought I was crazy when I told her there was something to it that I was missing. She said something about "Maybe she's just an inspiration for another of your poems..." This is what came of that dream:

Beyond the Picket Fence

She stood alone in the middle if the dirt road,
Yet another day, yet another vivid blue code.
Her dress was faded, the once red roses now pink,
The net that held her breaking by each leaden link.
Her face was streaked by tears and dirt entwined,
She couldn’t run and leave this nightmare behind.
A voice that lingered in the sultry night’s air,
Called to her like a demon within its cold lair.
The tears quickened and her heart began to race,
Looking back into her past, filled with innocent disgrace.
She debated whether it was safer to flee or stay,
She had abandoned God- it was useless to pray.
The wicker basket clasped in her hands grew heavy,
And she returned to the darkness that shone blindingly.
Once gathered in, she awaited what was to come,
She wished for a savior but truly believed in none.
That what she longed for, torn from her hands,
Swirled by the current, as far as foreign lands.
The horrors revealed themselves to her one by one,
The heavens had chosen her, from birth, to shun.
Eyes that gazed upon her chose to cast an illusion,
Her skin discolored, her hopes scattered in confusion.
The heavy footsteps that found themselves before her,
Knowing full well what she was going to endure.
It was written before she knew how it would end,
Left on her own to attempt to heal and to mend.
He was supposed to be her protector, not a terror,
His cold hands replaced by the golden pallbearer.
The earth became her blanket and brought comfort,
And she stood alone on a path of simple dirt.

The dreams stopped after I wrote this poem.

Were these "orb" pics taken with a 35 mm single lens reflex camera by chance? :) ……….. using a flash or with a light source off to the side of the lens? ;)


Some years back I was concerned about something being under my bed that I couldn’t see. :yikes: I worked with my annalists fro over two years, ……… once a week at $45 per visit. Then I met a carpenter that solved my problem for $35.

He cut the legs off my bed.:D

I don't believe in them....

but I wish it were possible.

I believe like Fzzy does there are ghosts and then there are spirits.
when I pass on who"s bedroom to reside in? Lilth,Cowgirls ,Cerrypie? ahhhh the choices

Mine Mine!!! :D

You didn't know that when I'm *slurping* my way through your panty drawers I was home shopping too. :lust: LOL

:D lol

I’ve always been interested in unexplained phenomena, so one time my buddy Booger and I went to seminar about it.

The instructor introduced himself and asked “how many believe in ghosts?” Almost every hand in the room went up. :) He then asked “how many has seen a ghost?” About half the hands went down. :( Then he asked “how many feel that ghost could be friendly?” A couple more hands went down. When he asked if anybody had become friends with a ghost, only my pal Booger and a few other still had their hands up. The instructor then asked if “anybody ever made love with a ghost?” Only Booger sat waving his arm emphatically in the air at the back of the room.

The instructor, walking back towards Booger says, “You mean to tell us you’ve actually had sex with a ghost?”

Old Boog says, “GHOST?:eek: ……… I thought you said GOAT!:o”













:rofl:

^^^^ is in rare form tonight. :D

PF..I know what a bumper pad is silly. And of course I have one. He worms his little hand under it. I've tried to tuck it. I want to try a different one, see if maybe that the issue....BUT...anyway...back to the ghosts....


The pics were taken with my digital camera. No flash.

#1 was taken first....then #2 right after. There's barely any. We we trying to capture anything with the camera. A friend told us to try it and see what happened. The first one with the bunch of um kinda freaked me out.