Ghost thread - Any experiences?

[FraserJ67]

HI Do you have any sightseeing physical ghost at Chapel Hall. I may seen one five years ago during Homecoming 35 years anniversary class of 1990 when I attended. There was an old man sitting his chair in the strange spot in Chapel Hall. I talked to him. He was wonderful man. I talked to him for about two or three minutes then I left. I have not asked his name. He may be Edward Minor Gallaudet. He had white hair and beard dressed in 1880 clothes with an old chair. It looked so real. His signing is pretty much slow. Do you know about this man there? Let me know. I did not return to Chapel Hall. I feel freaked out. He may be disappeared. I graduated from Gallaudet 1992. Thanks.

 

[sonocativo]

When I was born, most of my family lived in one house. We lived on the 2nd floor, My aunt and uncle lived on the first floor and Grandma/Grandpa lived in the finished basement.My dad worked hard and paid off the house after my grandfather died when I was 2, One Massive house built in the 1800s with kitchens on every floor. As I grew up I would see shadow figures all the time and my dad would show me secrets like knocking on walls and they knock back with the same rhythm. My dad eventually bought the house across the street and after helping to fixing it up we moved in when I was around 5 or 6. After awhile Id start seeing the shadow figures there, peeking around doorways and watching me at night, they never scared me or caused any alarm. As I got older they just did come around as much, and after I moved out on my own and returning years later to get back on my feet ( breakups or divorces ) I never seen them again. When My grandma passed my uncle told me to come go through my grandfathers stuff to get what I wanted. While I was there I got to thinking my dad was tricking me with knocking and tapping his feet when I didnt see it.... So i walked over to our old kitchen wall and knocked on it, sure enough it knocked back.... its the first time my hair ever stood on end, but I wasnt scared, I was surprised that it really was true. Later in life I brought it up with my aunt and uncle who lived there until they sold and moved, talked about all the strange happenings in the house from time to time, never any harm or dangers, just sightings or things moved occasionally. Everyone wonderd why I was never scared of ghosts or whatever, I just lived it without a care as nothing harmed anyone.... My cousins loved taking me to haunted houses as their support and protector... I was never the one to get spooked. You just have to respect them and make boundaries....as an example:
Im not sure if I was on here and posted as I rehabbed an old farmhouse I bought, was built 1920 by an old farmer, Well the story is, as i was rehabbing it, my tools I was using such as a hammer on the 2nd floor I laid down next to me and went to pick back up would be gone fand I would find it in the basement after searching long and hard for it. My buddy came over and as we talked in the yard he looked past me and said someone was standing in the window for an instant but no one was there with me, another time we were in the kitchen and standing next to the stairs talking footsteps would come down the stairs and stop next to us.... and the best yet is, I was working on the first floor and doors would slam on the second floor..... BUT there were no interior doors yet and the outside doors were closed and locked.... Eventually I stopped one day and I told whatever it was that I was there to fix it up for my family and live there, we can live in peace or I can leave and just let the city raze it... after that day nothing happened again.

Now I did some research on that old farmhouse and I was going to call in a Paranoia Group but didnt, what I did find out was the Old farmers wife passed away in the house, he was a loner and lonely, became depressed and ended up hanging himself in the basement. So I came to the conclusion that the ruckus was the couples spirits still there and they were happy I was saving the house. Things were smooth and calm for about a year then one night I was jolted awake but in sleep paralist , I couldnt move and there was this little creature with red eyes and we were locked on eachother, for all my might I fought to get up, suddenly I was lifted in the air and slammed down onto the couch and everything was gone, I was also free to move.... That night my wife heard me straining as well as me hitting the couch, told her what happened and that was it.... sold and moved, I wasnt going to sit around with little kids and a baby to see what happens. those were my personal experiences there 2012-2015

 

[MarieK1983]

I stayed at a hotel in New Hampshire that was supposedly the most haunted building in New England. There was one room that was said to be haunted. Unfortunately, my cousins and I did not see an suspicious activity.


My friend is convinced she has a spirit of a young boy living in her home. She told me stories of unexplained things happening and seeing the spirit. I'm quite skeptical though, I figure for any suspicious paranormal activity there has to be a logical explanation.

I live in a haunted apartment building, one of the ghosts here likes to knock on the door to the apartment and then vanish. It's not scary to me when it happens because I have psychic medium abilities and have had these abilities since I was born. If I had to guess, I exchanged my hearing for the psychic medium abilities. Plus I come from a matriarchal line of women. This was my 20th great grandmother who was born in Leicester England back in the 1600s. Her name was Elizabeth Southworth and she had the psychic medium abilities which at the time was not a thing to broadcast in England because you were accused of being a witch by the other folks in the village where she lived and passed away from being retaliated against by the village of Leicester. She might have been deaf too. She was living in what is now called pendle hill. The little knocker on my apartment door is a little girl with an Amish outfit on, her name is Alana and she has been here since 1909 when she and her family were unalived by a man with a farmer's sickle. The man was a potential suitor for the girl's mother and the mother told him no, he got jealous of her and unalived Alana and her entire family. So she is still traumatized from her unaliving the poor girl. There's also a little boy ghost downstairs who had down syndrome and his name is Robert aka Bobby. His mother unalived him in the bathroom downstairs.