Ghost caught on camera?

That does seem creepy, but the "ghost" doesn't seem scary looking.

I'll be a believer when it actually happens to me. I'm not going to be rude to those that do. I mean look at anyone who's religious. There are many outlandish things that make no sense.

It does look like a person, but it's probably dust or dirt or something else.

Strikes me as happenstance, like when you see the face of Jesus on your grilled cheese.

A reflection from something behind her...a photo or framed pic??? Interesting....

My first thought was "there was no one by her" is bull. The reflection is too clear.

I'm a believer but also skeptical. I've seen enough to believe and I've seen enough "special effects" and made up stories to be skeptical of most stories. Now if they were to show a picture of the deceased owner and her obituary and the faces matched, then I'd believe their story.

I thought that was one way to know you were dead - you couldn't see yourself in a mirror? I could be mistaken.

I don't believe this at all! This is good photo shopping or someone was standing behind her and she's lying about it for publicity. But like another Pea said if this ends up looking like the deceased owner then I'd believe. 

I do believe in ghosts. When I was 17 (way back in 1977) we moved to a house that was built before the Civil War. It had just been completely refinished before we bought it but with care and the windows in the house (some of them in the oldest part) were the older windows with glass that was wavy and you couldn't see through it clearly. That house came with a ghost. In my family there were 4 children. Out of 6 people, 4 people either heard or saw this ghost. I never heard or saw a thing. But I believe my family members completely. j

My father enclosed the garage of that house (finished it like you finish a basement) and my mother made it into a little antique shop. One day this woman comes in and says, "So have you met the ghost yet?" My mother is very clever and said, "What ghost"? and let the woman to the talking. This woman went on to describe the ghost exactly how he looked when he'd appeared to my sister. She told her the story of the ghost and our house.

There is a famous Civil War battlefield down the street from the house. This was in Middletown, Virginia. They are all over parts of Virginia. Back then the house was just a log cabin with an upstairs. The part of the house that was our kitchen and my parent's bedroom. Actually my brother slept in that room the first night and in the morning begged my parents to switch with him. He said someone sat on the bed during the night, swore up and down, and said he couldn't sleep in that room again. They agreed to switch rooms with him. 

So the story goes that this ghost was a very young solider in this battle that was wounded badly. He was brought to this house that night and nursed in that bedroom. He passed away during the night. My sister saw him one night after she finished playing the piano in the front room (we called it a library, it had the piano in it with some built in bookshelves). Nothing fancy, other people would call it a den. She went to turn off the light in the room and through the door was our front hall and the main staircase going upstairs. He was just sitting there on the steps with his arms folded around his knees like he's been listening. She said he didn't look wispy or grayish, just like a regular person. But he was a very young man, a teen really in a Civil War uniform. She stared at him for a second, and couldn't believe what she was seeing. She turned around flipped the light switch off and on, and looked again and he was gone.

My father would be awakened by the sound of boots going up and down those steps over and over again. My mother heard some things but I don't remember what they were, and my other sister and I never experienced anything. 

When we sold the house we told the new owner. You are supposed to, but the former owners never told us. The new owner experienced something different. The ghost liked to move things around on her-especially framed pictures on the wall in the kitchen. She had a lot of them there and she'd have them all hung up and come back after a day out, and they'd all be switched around. She's sigh in exasperation and look upward and say, "I know you like them like this, but I like them the other way. I live here now, so can you just please leave them the way I like them next time?" 

Debbie in MD.

People on the internet sure are gullible.

Woman! I thought it was guy with long hair, a beard and mustache.

When I'm dead I hope I have better things to do than haunt a bookshelf.

My thoughts? She's full of shit.