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I do, I've had a few experiences over the years.

These are some great stories! I couldn't find any information on carbon weight decreasing on death, but that doesn't disprove it. It would be awesome to believe that I could be a spirit...I know who I'd haunt! (Infidelity free zone reminder here ) But it would be cool to be like Patrick Swayze in Ghost!

But it would be cool to be like Patrick Swayze in Ghost!

Your MUCH sexier the Patrick Swayze

Yes, I do. I haven't had any particular experiences but I think there are a lot of unexplainable things in this world and it could be ghosts or spirits. Why not? I kind of like the thought of it, as there are people I would like to haunt many, many years from now.

Apparently I have a ghost with gas in my house because when I walk into the bedroom and it smells like rotten eggs, WH "swears" it wasn't him. Must be a ghost.

But really, yes I do believe. I've had my own experiences. I also believe I can be sensitive to such things. One day I'll read about using my ability. But damn, I'm lazy.

when I walk into the bedroom and it smells like rotten eggs

Isn't a sulphur smell one of the clues? There are a lot of anecdotal similarities in stories, and I thing smelling sulphur is one of them. But it could just be your WH has some funky gas

Well it certainly does smell like something crawled up there and died so it could be the ghost coming out.

I believe. I've had too many instances to not believe.

The most memorial was when I was about 11. My BF and I would play a lot together at her house. Her grandfather lived with them he was a very elderly man, quite frail, but just THE most lovely man you ever met. I truly adored him and he seemed to consider me one of his grandkids. We had this game we would play. His favorate seat was a sort of stationary rocker it didn't rock per se, but it went back and forth. When I would come over and if he wasn't in it, we would "race" to see who got to sit in the chair first. Of course, once I "beat" him to it, I would get up and give it to him my Great-grandmother beat manners into me at an early age, but it was "our" game. This is the time to mention that I would come and go from their house in a pretty casual manner knock on the door and then go in.

One night I came to the house, knocked, came in, saw the rocker with no one in it and immediately ran over and sat down. And immediately shot up because I felt like I had sat on someone's lap. I looked at the rocker, sat down, and shot up again. My BF and her mother came into the room they had been crying. They saw me looking at and running my fingers over the rocker and asked if anything was wrong. I said, well, I sat down, but it felt like I was sitting on someone, but no one is here. Tears started streaming down their eyes again my BF sobbed. Her mother told me that her father (the Grandfather) had passed away that day. I was so shocked that I just walked out the front door.

I know that I sat in his lap that night. I know that he made sure that I felt him, so that he could say good by. And there is nothing that anyone can say that will make me feel otherwise.

Yes-- my family members and I have had too many unexplained experiences for me to completely discount them. While I have never actually seen anything, I have felt presences strongly and smelled certain scents that, for where I was at the time, were completely inexplicable (a specific perfume is one in particular). Fortunately, all but one experience that I can think of were positive-- I like to think that there are some great people watching over me and the kiddies.

Well it certainly does smell like something crawled up there and died so it could be the ghost coming out.

Those are demons that must be exorcised.

when I walk into the bedroom and it smells like rotten eggs, WH "swears" it wasn't him. Must be a ghost.

Or a natural gas leak. Seriously - get that checked.

I think there are things in the universe we can't begin to understand. I have no way to disprove or prove the existence of spirits, so I remain open to the possibilities.

The experiences that have been described to me by friends and family members are utterly fascinating. And, on some level, tremendously comforting.

Count me in. I've also experienced enough to totally believe.

I had two visits by a friend who told me details about his death that were later told to me to be what actually happened and then came back to say a final goodbye and tell me he was okay.

And I was told by a psychic that there is someone who is in spirit who is watching over me.

I believe. The house I grew up in just had too much crap happening to be explained. My mom would be cooking and she would yelp and grab a spot on her thigh or butt and as we watched a black and blue mark would appear. She swore it felt like someone was pinching her. We'd see the shadow of a man walk by and one day she announced he had to stop touching her or get out. She never got pinched again but we'd still see his shadow. She also got held down in bed one morning. She said it felt like someone was choking her and my dog wouldn't go into the bedroom.

I had a handball that fell off the table all the time so I surrounded it with books. One night I was studying and heard the ball bouncing. The books were in the same place but the ball was on the floor bouncing.

The day my grandfather died I had a dream where he hugged me and kissed me and told me to be good for my mom and that he will always love me. I woke up and the bed was warm where he'd been sitting in my dream. A few seconds later I heard a yell and going into the kitchen my mom told me that we had to pack and get to the airport because mu grandfather had just died a few minutes ago.

There are others but those are the short ones.

Jrazz,

I owe Authenticnow the full story but I don't have the time to type it all out here.

You can't just leave us with that cliffhanger! Inquiring minds want to know.

I believe...

The year H and I got married, we had to put my dog down. A couple months later, running down the hall, was "my dog." I jumped and kind of flipped out. I gathered myself back up and accepted it. She loved to run down that hall!

Another time, was shortly after my dad passed away, 2 years ago. I was at home, on the couch. I got this feeling I wasn't alone. H was at work and my daughter was napping. I looked down the hall, no daughter. She was still asleep. I looked over toward the computer area, and in the chair was a dark shadow. Dad was always at the computer at home when he was alive. So I took it as my dad coming to check up on me (us).

Absolutely. Too many stories to tell, but...absolutely. The easiest to tell? I know the exact time of my father's death because I felt him pass through me and I looked at the clock when it happened.

I didn't know until the death certificate came that I was off by 1 minute. I just knew he died between 1am and 7am. My Mom called me at 1 am and said he was in cardiac arrest and a helicopter was being called, and she slammed the phone down. The next phone call was at 7am with my BIL saying he didn't make it. At 3:36am I felt my Dad pass through my body...but didn't tell anyone. When the death certificate came, time of death was 3:35, he arrested on the helicopter, so I know it is accurate.

My 9 year old dd told me that he visits her in her dreams.

I have many more stories...I just think some people are more in tune to spirits than others.

My grandfather died suddenly about 10 years ago. He was known to enjoy a drink or two and, the night he died, he was drinking Pepsi out of a bottle. My mother jokingly asked him whether he had spiked it or not. He said that he hadn't.

After he died, my grandmother, my mom and I were sitting in the livingroom, talking about him. My mother mentioned asking about him about his drink earlier in the evening and we laughed that he had probably been fibbing. At that exact second, the cap to a water bottle flew off the bottle and landed on the floor on the opposite side of the kitchen. We're sure that was Grampy saying "No! I was telling the truth!"

A number of years later, I was at a pub with a couple of friends of mine. We were being goofs and a friend of mine took a picture of me. Behind me, there was a misty figure, in the general shape of a human. The edges of the mist are see-though but the core is not. This pub was non-smoking and there was no one behind me. The pub is located in an area of town know to be haunted, so after the initial shock of seeing the picture, we weren't surprised.

First of all, Skan, that's the most lovely story I've heard in a very long time. I have NO doubt that Grandpa did, indeed, sit and wait to say good-bye to you.

While I affectionately refer to them as my "ghosts," what I really believe in are spirits.

I have not always. My mind was changed after my brother, then mother, died.

My brother, in particular, has been very present at specific times---since his death.

I am sure many would insist there are rational reasons for the experiences my family and I have had. In most cases, I'd be among them. (I mean, I did, after all, choose to believe hundreds of "rational reasons" offered by Mr. Trac-Fone )

But there have been FAR too many things that have happened. Lots of electrical "tricks" (including a phone call from my brother AFTER his death---a call that was NOT recorded by the phone company and did not register on either of our phones via called ID--as well as all kinds of other electrical oddities....spirits tend to use the energy from electrical objects, and that has been the case here), rearrangement of photographs (or their removal from walls and placement elsewhere---when no one was in the house but I), the STRONG aroma of my brother ---not specifically cologne that reminds me of him, but HIM--and the feeling of a hand on my forehead when I am upset. (The latter always prompts me to check to see if it's my hair---and it's not. The reason I think it's my brother is that, when he was very, very ill, the ONE thing that comforted him was when I stroked his forehead. And I feel this when I need comforting.)

My mother's around, but less often.

Both are quite comforting, and I realize that most would write off their presence to this, precisely. That it's comforting for me to THINK they're around.

But there have been some hard to explain things. Like the sound of music coming, late at night, from our basement family room---where my brother's (excellent) stereo and (excellent) music collection "live." Like, music so loud I've been awakened, and gone to tell my son to knock it off----only to find said son asleep in bed, and NO ONE in the basement.....but find records out of their jackets, different albums on the turntable than were there previously, etc.)

Both of my kids have sensed him. I do not tend to see him--just feel and smell (though I catch glimpses---which I completely concede may be my imagination). Both of my kids and Mr. Trac-fone have seen him.

In most regards, I am VERY science-minded. Before I believe things, I look for the peer-reviewed scientific research.

But this? I've had FAR too many experiences in the past 15 years that just can't be explained in any scientific way.

(If you weren't a skeptic, I'd share my experiences with the intuitive healer that these experiences----among other, more mundane life experiences---spurred....)

ETA: My oldest (25) has had more experiences than I. When in school, she had one apartment in a building that did many short-term leases to patients at the Texas Medical Center; she was regularly visited by a young woman who appeared to still think she was still a patient. Not scary, but unsettling at first.

And she had VERY NEGATIVE experiences after she was given a Ouija board as a preteen/young teen. She and her friends, of course, got the sillies playing with it. But it invited something NOT beneficent in. She asked her (by then deceased) uncle to protect her--and prayed---and that entity did not return.

But both of us do get the heeby-jeebies in certain places where there's negative spirit activity. The most stunning example is the old prison in Joliet, IL (now partly a museum--one I would never visit)----our hair literally stands on end when we drive past. Not good spiritual stuff there, at all.

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Damn Solus, that's a hell of a story!

(If you weren't a skeptic, I'd share my experiences with the intuitive healer that these experiences----among other, more mundane life experiences---spurred....)

Feel free to share - just because I'm a skeptic doesn't mean that I don't have an open mind! I really do enjoy the experiences shared so far - they won't convince me one way or the other, as I'm not trying to get anyone to change my mind or vice versa. Hell, in some ways I'm a little jealous, it would be nice to believe . The worst part about not being a believer is there is no ones name to scream when you are having an orgasm

The house I grew up in was haunted when my mom and dad moved in to it.

It was a converted two family house with us living on the 2nd floor.

When they first moved in some did live downstairs but they moved out and after they moved out my mom would still hear movement downstairs and hear and smell someone cooking eggs and frying bacon.

Plus our dog, well after my dad died would do the perking of the ears and follow something from one side of the room to another and sometime he would growl at whatever he was tracking.