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Ghosts - What are your experiences?
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See this is the type of experience I'd like to hear more of on this section of the forums. One can better appreciate a story of something unexplained when the author accepts that it could be one way or the other. Cudos to sir.
Hi again..looking over some old posts and just remembered that I meant to reply to this and say Im not a sir, but a laydee.
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I have had a few things happen to me and a few things in my house.
I'll start off from the very beginning and i apolagise if this post is long.
I have always had a pretty good memory and i remember being in my cot in my room with the door open and a man with a shaggy beard going down my stairs, he looked in at me and put his finger up to his lip and said sshhh.
My family and I went on holiday to Florida in 1990 when i was 4 years old and we had just sat down to dinner in the hotel when i saw a priest and 3 alter boys walking past the window, I got my mam and dad's attention and they tried to get my attention away from it. They also denied they saw anything for years until a couple of years ago we started talking about ghosts and things and my mam finally told me that i did see the priest and 3 alter boys, they had enquired at the hotel and they told them there was a fire in a church next door killing the priest and 3 alter boys.
A few years later i was in bedroom alone fast asleep, when suddenly i was woken up by something lifting my leg up and dragging it out of the bed. I was scared s***less. I turned on my lights in my bedroom but it was still happening every hour or so. A couple of days later my sister rang me saying she went to a medium that day and the medium had told her to tell her sister (me) not to be afraid that the thing in my room was my uncle who had passed, he thought it would be really funny to play a trick. (I hadnt told my sister what had happened)
Another time i had a few friends from college come up to my house for lunch and we were sitting in the living room which had a big fireplace and a picture my mam had inherited from her uncle. Suddenly the picture flew off the wall and there were about 6 witnesses to it. if it would have fell it would have broken an ornamental clock and 2 ornaments on the mantlepiece but it they were fine. It did however break 2 ornamental angels my mam had got. We checked the picture and the string on the back wasnt broken. My mam swiftly got rid of the picture.
One night, not so long ago i was downstairs watching telly around 3am, im a bit of a night owl and had just had a packet of chickatees so i put the empty packet down on coffee table beside me. Whilst watching the telly out of the corner of my eye the bag starts to shake like mad. Lets just say i took it as a sign for bedtime.
This one isnt very ghostly but it think its slightly paranormal. My nana died in september last year and we went to the funeral locking the house up thouroughly before we went making sure everything was in its place before we left, anyhow when we came back after the wake that night my mam unlocked the kitchen door and when she opened it there sat on the floor a white feather. We hadnt opened the back door that day and the house had only been hoovered, my mam went on a bit of a cleaning spree to try to keep her mind off things. I thought it was a little sign from my nana just to let us know she's ok.
Sorry for the long post, had a few more things happen to me but this is long enough as it is.
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Never posted here before but I've got 10 mins off work
When I was a child, I lived with my parents in an old dublin house from the 1850s. I never saw nor heard anything but for this one experience when I was about 6.
I was in bed, resting on my side with my face towards the door of my bedroom. I had the bed sheets pulled right up to head and thus, I could only see a bit of the room. After a while of trying to fall asleep, I remember seeing a human shaped black figure walk into the room and, a few moments later, I felt something lift the covers away but, when I sat up there was nothing there.
I've thought about this alot over the years and it seems very likely that I had an episode of sleep paralysis so it's probably not a real ghost experience. It scared the hell out of me though.0 -
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Just thought I'd add a few more stories into the mix. None of these happened to me but respectivly to my fraternal grandmother and grandaunt.
My grandmother grew up in the old tenament blocks around Sherrif Street (now long gone). From the pictures I've seen, those places looked creepy at the best of times and when one considered the hardship suffered by their inhabitants, it's not unsurprising that there are many ghost stories attached to them. What my grandmother described to be took place on three seperate events, as follows.
Firstly, she told me that the bed room she shared with her sisters was on the thrid story of the house they shared and to get there, she would have to talk up flights of stairs with no electricity (it was the 40s), just an candle. She often jokingly told me that she never lit the candle and just ran as the shadows from the flame only made it more frightening. Anyway, one very cold evening, as she climbed the stairs, she said she distinctly felt an icy cold hand press ontop of hers as it rested on the banister rail. She didn't stay to see what it was
The second event took place in her bed room. She woke up at some early hour when it was just light enough to see yet not bright (early dawn I guess). There was an old fire place in her room and, standing by the mantle piece was a figure all dressed in black that seemed to be looking away from her, at the wall. She said she simply pulled the bed sheets over her head and waited until her siblings woke up.
Finally, and this one clearly scared her alot as she only told me about it once. Again, my grandmother woke up at the same time and again, the black figure was in the room. However, this time it wasn't by the fire, it was instead standing by the end of her bed. She said it was hard to describe but even though it was just a black shape, she felt it was looking at her and it terrified her.
Facinating stuff.
The next story comes from my grand aunt (my grandmother's aunt). She was known to be a bit of a drinker and certainly something of a story teller but I've always believed she told the truth on this one.
Again, this happened near Sherrif Street. Some posters here might be familiar with "Johnny Cullin Hill" which is a small hill near where east wall ends and sherrif street starts. Well there is a well told story in that part that a ghost by the name of Johnny Cullin would ride over that hill on a horse and trap with his head under his arm. Well my grand aunt swore that, one evening in the early 50s, she walked over the hill one night and clearly heard a horse neigh and a cart wheel turning even though there were none around.
I have a few more stories from my aunt if people are interested but I'm running short on time. 0
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