I saw ghost cows once. I didn't know they were ghosts when I first saw them.
I'm serious.
When I was in college I took a bunch of photography courses and on the weekends, I'd drive around with my mom and take pictures at plantation ruins, etc. Early one Saturday we were driving and came across a plantation home that had burned down...all that was left was the foundation and a few of the pillars and a couple brick chimneys. It was in a huge fenced pasture and there were about 30 black cows grazing all around the ruins. Some of them were on the foundation nibbling on bushes that were growing up through it. It looked really interesting, so I climbed through the fence and walked all around the property taking pictures. I took probably 50-60 shots in all before the cows started getting irritated and walking towards me. I saw, smelled, and heard these cows. My mom was right there with me, and she saw them too.
When I got back to school and developed the film, there wasn't one single cow to be found in any of those frames. Not a one.
I saw ghost cows once. I didn't know they were ghosts when I first saw them.
I'm serious.
When I was in college I took a bunch of photography courses and on the weekends, I'd drive around with my mom and take pictures at plantation ruins, etc. Early one Saturday we were driving and came across a plantation home that had burned down...all that was left was the foundation and a few of the pillars and a couple brick chimneys. It was in a huge fenced pasture and there were about 30 black cows grazing all around the ruins. Some of them were on the foundation nibbling on bushes that were growing up through it. It looked really interesting, so I climbed through the fence and walked all around the property taking pictures. I took probably 50-60 shots in all before the cows started getting irritated and walking towards me. I saw, smelled, and heard these cows. My mom was right there with me, and she saw them too.
When I got back to school and developed the film, there wasn't one single cow to be found in any of those frames. Not a one.
Post by theintended on Aug 21, 2012 15:06:46 GMT -5
I posted about my experience when it happened. I don't know that I believe in ghosts, but the timing of these events was pretty strange. I was staying at my parents' house and was asleep when I heard someone come in the room. I opened my eyes and saw someone lean over me, but couldn't see who it was since it was dark and I didn't have my contacts in. I thought it was my dad coming in to check on me or tell me something so I said, "I'm awake," then when no response, "what's going on?" The person left the room at that point. I thought my dad just couldn't hear me, so I rolled over to go back to sleep. About 3 seconds later, I hear this stuffed toy of my daughter's that she keeps at my parents' house start making noise (it's a yodeling goat). I thought it must have been at the end of the bed and I'd kicked it (you have to squeeze its mouth to make the noise).. I felt around but didn't see it. Then I realized the sound was coming from across the room. I turned on the lights and found it at the bottom of a basket by the door. My mom came in and asked what I was doing. She and my dad swore neither of them had come into the room.
So it was likely a combination of a vivid dream and a faulty toy, but the toy had never done that before or since. I was freaked and did not go back to sleep that night. At the same time, I did feel like whoever was in the room was concerned about me and making sure I was OK.
When I was a kid I was convinced I had seen one flying around the lights in my bedroom and I maintained that for years. At some point (I don't remember when or why) I decided it was just my imagination and dropped it. As an adult I tend to be a skeptic.
My grandmother and sister have both claimed to see images of my grandfather since his passing. I've never actually seen any ghosts, but we hear them often at our house- footsteps, whispers, talking, opening doors, etc.
Have you seen Paranormal Activity? How does hearing that stuff not scare the crap out of you?
I also always think of the awkward moments, like grandma's ghost being present while we have sex, or whatever.
It only ever scares me if it happens while I'm home alone at night. But we consider our ghosts to be friendly since they've left gifts for us (or rather, me) before.
Post by lintscreen on Aug 21, 2012 15:22:53 GMT -5
I love these stories! I totally believe in ghosts, but I have never seen one myself.
A couple weeks after DS was born, I was in his room putting him to sleep in his crib. DH was in the living room w/the video baby monitor on the counter. I put DS to bed and came out into the living room and H looked pretty freaked out and asked me if I had said anything just now. I told him that the cat was in DS room so I was in the hallway and said something to him like, "hey kitty, come on out of there" but that's it. DH swears to me he heard something come across the monitor very deep saying "boooooooy". I didn't say anything that could have remotely even sounded like that. DH swears it wasn't my voice either, he said it was a very deep low male's voice. I was so freaked out I just told DH to shut up and not to talk about it. He is Catholic, so the next day he went and put a bunch of holy water all over DS' room.
It was probably just some goofy interference on the monitor but it still scared the crap out of both of us.
I don't know what I believe anymore. I know there is a whole lot about the natural world we haven't figured out yet.
I did my undergraduate education at Gettysburg College. There were tons of stories floating around. For myself I only have one.
My parents had come to visit and we were doing a walking history tour. It started late in the day and by midway through the tour was getting dark. We were walking along seminary ridge, an part of the battlefield. The host was moving the group along but both myself and my Mom were a few steps away reading an informational sign. In front of us was a large brick seminary building that dated pre-civil war.
I looked up from the sign, looking at the building and watched someone walk across, in front of the brick wall. When they reached the end of the building they were gone. No poof or anything just not there. I stood there for a second, trying to process that someone had disappeared in front of my eyes, my Mom nudged me to follow the group and we left.
I didn't say a word.
After I graduated we were talking about ghosts at dinner one night. I got up from the table and when I returned my mom was halfway through my story, only she had seen it. We had both saw someone walk in front of that building that night and neither had said a word at the time, we both thought no one would believe us for a moment. Its still not something I'm entirely comfortable with today.
I would assume that areas like Gettysburg would be a hot bed of... Activity. We were on Omaha Beach last September and it was definitely eerie.
Similar to ghost... When I was 3 I had double pneumonia and was very sick. My grandmother was babysitting me and she said I sat right up, and stared like this :-| through the window, totally fixated on it. She asked me what I was looking at and I said, "the angel." My grandmother freaked out, thinking the angel had came to take me to heaven. Oddly, my grandmother's twin sister had passed away about a month before. To this day my mind is open to the possibility of guardian angels.
H and I lived in his grandparents' home for a while. Everyone in the family claimed it was haunted, and it gave me a weird feeling, but I never saw/heard anything. One night though, H and I were sleeping with the door to our bedroom open. He jumped straight up out of bed and yelled, "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!" grabbed his hand gun and went RUNNING through the house looking for this "guy." I thought for sure we were going to die, his reaction was so real. He searched the entire house, checked all the doors and windows, and there was no one and no sign of entry. He said that he suddenly woke up because of a weird "feeling" and saw a person as a black figure, but couldn't see the face. Scariest thing ever.
I've never seen it, but I'm pretty sure our office/warehouse is haunted. We hear creepy things all the time (things being rattled in offices when the doors are locked and no one is in there, the bar on the door moving like someone is opening it, etc.) When you walk up the stairs to the office, sometimes you feel like someone is walking up right behind you.
I have never seen one. But last month, my grandfather was very sick in the hospital. My mom was with him and all of a sudden his eyes shot open and he said "come get me, come get me!". My mom is a nurse and said she knew then that he was going to die bc she had seen similar things throughout her career. He passed away a short while later.
Post by kateausten on Aug 21, 2012 20:15:27 GMT -5
Just reading this thread is freaking me the fuck out.
I've had a few encounters with ghosts. About a month or so after my dad had died, I was sitting in the basement of my mom's house on the computer. All of a sudden I had the feeling that someone was standing behind me. It was the middle of the night and I was the only one up. I was so scared that it took me at least 30 seconds to turn around and see who was there. Of course no one was there but I burst into tears. I can't imagine it was my dad because I felt fear but who else could it have been?
Another time I was taking a break in our NST room at work. There are 2 recliners in there for our patients. I was trying to rest and heard the door open and someone get into the recliner on the other side of the curtain. I actually heard the chair recline back and was totally annoyed that someone was coming in the room while I was on my break and disturbing me. When they called me back to work I was gonna give the other nurse the side eye for bugging me but there was no one there. Several other people say our NST room is haunted. I totally believe it. I never take a break in there anymore.
Just last night at work I was feeling cold air blowing right behind my ear. It happened twice while I was trying to chart. At first I thought someone was messing with me but I was by myself.
Post by cahabalily on Aug 21, 2012 20:27:41 GMT -5
Never seen one, but I've lived in a haunted house during an internship. Besides the obligatory footsteps and cold air here are a few stories:
Food in the refrigerator was constantly rearranged. I was living there alone, and I'm anal retentive, so it wasn't on my head.
I was watching greys on DVD, and would watch a couple episodes each night. Every evening, the DVD would have been taken out with a random movie in the player instead.
One morning I got up and went to the kitchen and every single cabinet was wide open, sixth sense style. That's the first time I was afraid.
one day after work I came home and all of the furniture in the bedrooms had been pulled away from the walls, Pushed together in the center of the floor.
One night I rolled over and saw a light coming through the windo. There wasn no road or other light source so I peeked outside and saw a man crouching next to the window. I grabbed keys and ran like hell to my boss's house. He went over with a roommate and couldn't find anyone, but I refused to sleep there after and moved in with the male.interns after.
When I was little (10ish?) I was playing in my room by myself. I was doing some wacky thing where I was jumping/carthweeling onto my bed and I lost my balance and fell backwards. I was about to smack the back of my head really hard into the handle on my bureau. Literally an inch from my head hitting the bureau, my head just stopped - stopped gently but suddenly. There was no way I stopped myself- gravity was bringing me towards that bureau quickly. I always thought that it was maybe Mary. I literally never told anyone that story...
When I was in college, my childhood dog was old and sick. I know he said goodbye to me when I had to leave home to go back to college. A few weeks later, I was at my school's gym and I smelled my dog vividly and knew he was there. My mom told me a few hours later that they had to put him to sleep- at the same time I felt and smelled him with me.
A few months ago, I was working late. I used to sit in a cubicle that is in the very beginning of a row of cubicles- the cubes end with a dead end. I was typing on my computer and noticed out of the corner of my eye this tall woman with fair hair and bright clothes walk by me down the row (towards the dead end). A few seconds later I thought hmmm who is here this late and went and looked in every single cube- no one was there.
I want to add that I had a toy that would do random stuff too- it was this mini keyboard that would randomly play this weird 4 note tune...I think it was probably just defective though.
I saw ghost cows once. I didn't know they were ghosts when I first saw them.
I'm serious.
When I was in college I took a bunch of photography courses and on the weekends, I'd drive around with my mom and take pictures at plantation ruins, etc. Early one Saturday we were driving and came across a plantation home that had burned down...all that was left was the foundation and a few of the pillars and a couple brick chimneys. It was in a huge fenced pasture and there were about 30 black cows grazing all around the ruins. Some of them were on the foundation nibbling on bushes that were growing up through it. It looked really interesting, so I climbed through the fence and walked all around the property taking pictures. I took probably 50-60 shots in all before the cows started getting irritated and walking towards me. I saw, smelled, and heard these cows. My mom was right there with me, and she saw them too.
When I got back to school and developed the film, there wasn't one single cow to be found in any of those frames. Not a one.
One morning I got up and went to the kitchen and every single cabinet was wide open, sixth sense style. That's the first time I was afraid.
one day after work I came home and all of the furniture in the bedrooms had been pulled away from the walls, Pushed together in the center of the floor.
Never seen one, but I've lived in a haunted house during an internship. Besides the obligatory footsteps and cold air here are a few stories:
Food in the refrigerator was constantly rearranged. I was living there alone, and I'm anal retentive, so it wasn't on my head.
I was watching greys on DVD, and would watch a couple episodes each night. Every evening, the DVD would have been taken out with a random movie in the player instead.
One morning I got up and went to the kitchen and every single cabinet was wide open, sixth sense style. That's the first time I was afraid.
one day after work I came home and all of the furniture in the bedrooms had been pulled away from the walls, Pushed together in the center of the floor.
One night I rolled over and saw a light coming through the windo. There wasn no road or other light source so I peeked outside and saw a man crouching next to the window. I grabbed keys and ran like hell to my boss's house. He went over with a roommate and couldn't find anyone, but I refused to sleep there after and moved in with the male.interns after.
Omg. I'm about to cry just thinking about this.
Do you think anyone had an extra key and was fucking with you on the other stuff?
I try to justify all ghost stories because it scares me too much to believe in them haha but a lot of these stories are really hard to explain.
I saw ghost cows once. I didn't know they were ghosts when I first saw them.
I'm serious.
When I was in college I took a bunch of photography courses and on the weekends, I'd drive around with my mom and take pictures at plantation ruins, etc. Early one Saturday we were driving and came across a plantation home that had burned down...all that was left was the foundation and a few of the pillars and a couple brick chimneys. It was in a huge fenced pasture and there were about 30 black cows grazing all around the ruins. Some of them were on the foundation nibbling on bushes that were growing up through it. It looked really interesting, so I climbed through the fence and walked all around the property taking pictures. I took probably 50-60 shots in all before the cows started getting irritated and walking towards me. I saw, smelled, and heard these cows. My mom was right there with me, and she saw them too.
When I got back to school and developed the film, there wasn't one single cow to be found in any of those frames. Not a one.
Shut. Up. That is a fabulous story. Ghost cows?
I'm telling you, it was amazing. My mom saw all the prints and was all like "WHERE ARE ALL OF THE COWS?? There were cows in every shot you took, why aren't they there anymore???"
I'm telling you, it was amazing. My mom saw all the prints and was all like "WHERE ARE ALL OF THE COWS?? There were cows in every shot you took, why aren't they there anymore???"
I'd love to see one of these pictures if you could post one. I realize there are no cows, but I do think it would be interesting to see anyway.
I'm telling you, it was amazing. My mom saw all the prints and was all like "WHERE ARE ALL OF THE COWS?? There were cows in every shot you took, why aren't they there anymore???"
I'd love to see one of these pictures if you could post one. I realize there are no cows, but I do think it would be interesting to see anyway.
I will look for them. I know I have all of my photos from that class in a box in my closet. This was before the digital revolution .
Post by stephogirl on Aug 21, 2012 21:31:59 GMT -5
I've had two.
About a year ago, I was on vacation in NYC with my mom and my sisters and we decided to go on a walking "ghost tour" where you have a guide and you walk around the city (we were by NYU) and she points out certain buildings and tells you their mysterious history. At one particular stop, I thought the building looked interesting (can't remember the story behind the building) so I took a picture of it with my digital camera. I checked the picture right after I took it to make sure it was a good picture. The building was in focus and looked great, but in front of the building was a couple of pairs of walking legs with the torsos blurred out. I immediately looked down the rather long street to see who it was because I didn't remember anyone being in the frame when I took the picture. There was no one there.
My second one was at my parents' house. DH and I and our two kids all sleep in the same bedroom when we stay there. It was the afternoon and I had taken DS2 into the bedroom for his afternoon nap. I decided to take a nap too. After about an hour, I woke up. As I was lying there, telling my lazy butt to get up, I felt an impression on the bed by my feet - like someone sat down by my feet. I looked down, expecting to see DH, but there was no one there.
My first experience freaked me out a bit. My second didn't at all, surprisingly. I'm guessing it was one of my grandparents, but it was a very calming feeling - like when I was little and someone would come into my room to tuck me in.
Post by GailGoldie on Aug 21, 2012 21:36:46 GMT -5
My sister has a ghost cat in her house. Many people have seen it.
I once had a bed shake side to side when taking a nap at a boyfriends house that was said to be haunted. My friend was napping in the bed across the room and she felt it on her bed too.
Post by GailGoldie on Aug 21, 2012 21:42:46 GMT -5
My DH and I are lol at the ghost cows. Not that you saw them but that someone asked to see the pic. He said "look at any pic with no cows. Thats what it looks like"
And the. We started saying "booooooooo booooooooo" as in, what ghost cows say lol.
I've never seen a ghost and don't believe in them.
I dreamed once that my cat died. My cat died a few days later almost exactly as it happened in my dream.
In 7th grade I was with my mom & two of my sisters on the way to the mall. Right before we entered the intersection on a green light I knew we were going to get hit. A lady in a white car tried to take the right of way away from my mom and smashed right into us in the intersection..
When I was in 8th grade my grandma & grandpa died as well as a kid I went to school with (he committed suicide). After he died (in February 2000) I knew someone else was going to die. I knew it was either going to be the lady who provided daycare for my sisters & I growing up or her husband. I lived right around the corner from daycare provider & her H. One March 2000 evening around dinner time an ambulance sped by towards their house. Not a half an hour later we received a phone call telling us daycare lady's H had died of a heart attack.
Post by regencygirl on Aug 21, 2012 22:20:35 GMT -5
My dad's house was/is haunted. He bought it off the children of the original owners. The woman died in the house, her husband had died a year before in a nursing home. Right after we bought it, my brother started yelling at me about staying out of his room because his stuff was always messed up. There were a few times I swear my stuff was moved around too. I'm blind without my glasses, so I always make sure they are right by my bed so I can see if I wake up in the middle of the night. There were a few times they were half way across the room when I woke up. Our dog used to sit and stare at things and bark, or run around barking at something like he was chasing/following someone.
I came home one day from work and my brother told me to shut up and listen. We both heard footsteps in the hall upstairs, he told me he'd been hearing them at night too. One night I was home alone, sitting in the dining room which we were using as an office. The stairwell isn't open, it's walled in, couldn't see anything. So I'm sitting there, when I hear foot steps upstairs, then coming down the stairs. I turned around and saw a shadowy figure of a woman in the mirror on the wall opposite the stairwell. My dad swore my brother and I were insane until one night he was in the basement doing laundry. The washer and dryer were in a little alcove hidden by a wall. He heard footsteps upstairs and yelled up the steps thinking it was either me or my brother. When he got no response, he got pissed and when he turned around to come up and yell at us, he saw a shadowy figure leaning around the alcove looking at him.
Our house was originally part of a double lot, and the couple had used the second lot as a rose garden. That plot was sold separetly from our house, and a developer put up a house. One night the woman who bought the place called my dad freaked out because she saw someone in the back yard. Dad and brother went into our yard and saw nothing. She insisted she'd seen someone. We got to talking and she said she'd seen an older man and woman both in her house and in the yard. She also said she'd smell roses at weird times.
Also, the night my grandfather died, I dreamed that he was standing at the foot of my bed smiling. When I asked him what he was doing there, he said it was time to say goodbye, but that he was proud of me. My 6 year old son came into my room the next morning and asked where great-grandpop was. He said he'd come in to tuck him in and to tell him he was a good kid and to be nice to mommy for a bit because I'd be sad.
I totally believe in ghosts, although I've never seen or heard one. This is my friend's story.
Her dad died of cancer a year ago. He fought it for about a year, he had gone into remission, and then it came back and he died VERY suddenly after they found it again (5 days later).
So my friend goes over to her parent's house more often these days to spend time with her mom so she doesn't get so lonely. Friend usually brings her dog. Her dog and her mom's dog often sit in front of her dad's recliner STARING at it like there's something there. That's happened several times.
Her mom saved the last bouquet of flowers her dad gave her before he died. They're all dried out, but she keeps the bouquet in a vase in the middle of their round dining room table. A couple of months ago, friend took her mom out for lunch. When they came home, a single flower from the bouquet was lying on the floor next to the table. The rest of the bouquet, and the chairs around the table were completely undisturbed.
When I was younger than five, I always saw a woman in a rocking chair rocking in her floating rocking chair in and out of my bedroom window. I didn't know enough at the time to be afraid, and I remember it was comforting like having your mom watching you while you're falling to sleep. When I was older and described the woman to my mom, she thought it sounded like my great grandmother. Incidentally, the only picture I have of my great grandmother is of her with a beehive hair style sitting in a rocking chair.
Another time while bartending, I was closing the bar with no one inside and talking to my sister in law on the bar phone. I heard a male voice come over the pho e that said "get out" and I grabbed my cell phone with my sil still on the barphone, called my mom and made her drive to the bar to sit with me until I was ready to leave.
There were several instances in my parents old house too-- from hearing voices to seeing things. I just realized how crazy that sounds once it's in writing!