Do you believe in ghosts??

I don't. I believe our brains conjure these things up for one reason or another. The experience can be very real but I don't believe its origin is in objective reality, but in the brain interpreting other things as being the paranormal.

I have no reason not to believe in ghosts.

I believe. My childhood neighborhood was developed in part for the military base nearby before it was downgraded to an air national guard base. I saw a lady walk across the room in my next door neighbor's bedroom. It was right next to the stairs and the door to the attic space. My friend wouldn't sleep in her room for a week after I told her about it.

Every now and then, after my grandfather passed away, I could smell his pipe even though he had quit when I was very young. There had been no smoking in that house for 30 years and many things had been replaced in that time but I'd catch a whiff of it. Grandma did too and would say hi.

Every now and then I'll catch something moving in the hallway but not enough to see what exactly. At least one of the animals will react to something at the same time.

I do not.

You reminded me of another one! My now 14 year old was 3 and I was sitting exactly where I am now (at my computer), which has a big window behind it. I'm on the second floor of our home. She came in and started laughing and waving out the window. I said: "what are you laughing at? Who are you waving to?" and she looked at me and said: "the man outside in the tree! Hi man! Hi! He's funny! He's making funny faces at me!" 

I just about shat myself. 

I believe. Have had two experiences. And in. House that was previously a funeral home...hell yes.

Totally believe. The first day we moved into our current house I heard very deliberate footsteps coming up our stairs. I was alone in the house and thought that DH and ODS had come home. I came around the corner to greet them and no one was there! I was totally freaked out. We've been here 9 years now and have had so many experiences it isn't even funny. ODS was just little when moved here (4 years old). Up until that point he never had a problem sleeping alone in his room. He would totally freak out every night and wanted every single light on in his room. We asked him one night what was going on and he told us he doesn't like the man standing in the corner. We often here whispering coming from his room and footsteps quite a bit. Objects move and fall all the time. I even saw an apparition once of a man wearing tan slacks and an orange shirt. I thought it was my DH and when I called out to him he wasn't anywhere nearby. DH has since seen this gentleman too. We've named him Charlie and just let him live with us.

Once I was working the graveyard shift (woo-woo ) on the psych unit with another staffer. We were sitting on couches in an L-shape with a table in between them. On the table was a box of tissues. The box of tissues suddenly jumped off the table onto the floor. I have no explanation for that. Interestingly, this nurse I was working with often talked about how her old house she lived in was haunted. I've heard that ghosts follow people around rather than just inhabiting a place--don't know if that's accurate.

is it that time of the year already when we start telling ghost stories? LOL  i love those BTW.

no, i don't believe in ghosts.  there have been some strange things that have happened to me that i have never been able to explain but i don't like to use the word "ghost" when describing those experiences. 

This is where I fall as well. I don't know if I would call the ghosts but I do think there is more than just us here.

Not even a little bit.

I do. I've never seen, felt or heard anything but I lived in a haunted house as a teen where my sister, brother and parents did. When I was almost 19 we moved to a house where part of it was built before the Civil War in Middletown, Va. The part I'm talking about consisted of the kitchen and the stairs going up to a bedroom. In the years after that the house had been added on to, and consisted of more bedrooms upstairs, a main stairway going down, a living room, and what we called the music room because we kept the piano in there, but it was more like a den I guess. When we moved in it'd been completely redone and they'd kept the old glass in the windows of the older part of house-it was really neat. Down the street about a mile was a Civil War battlefield. 

The first night we slept in the house my brother claimed the bedroom above the kitchen in the old part of the house. The next morning my brother begged my parents to switch bedrooms with him saying that he could not sleep in that room again. That in the middle of the night he'd felt someone sit on the bed and lean over him. They could tell he was really freaked out so they agreed. He was 14 at the time. 

The next thing that happened was my youngest sister (12 at the time) was up later than anyone else (must have been the weekend) playing the piano. She and my father were the two who played piano in the family. She finished up and got up to turn the light off to go to bed. As she turned toward the hall leading up the stairs (while the light was still on) she saw a young teen boy dressed in a Civil War uniform sitting on the steps with his arms folded around his knees. He'd been listening to her playing. She and my father played classical music. She just stared at him for a second not believing what she was seeing and then he was gone. It only happened that one time. 

Other times my father would hear the sounds of boots going up and down the main stairs in the middle of the night. He never told us this until much later. 

Very soon after that my mother wanted to start an antique business so my father made the garage into a room and she started her business there. One day this woman came in and started chatting with my mom. She said she knew our house and out of the blue she says, "So, have you met the ghost yet?" She goes on to describe the young teen boy in the Civil War Uniform exactly! She told my mom the story goes that he was wounded on that battlefield down the street-the Cedar Creek Battlefield in October of 1864. For some reason he was brought to our house (he was very young) to be nursed and cared for in the bedroom above the kitchen (since of course that was all that was in the original house)-the very bedroom my brother slept in the first night. He died in that bedroom. It's his ghost that haunts the house. 

After a few years (7 or so) my parents sold the house to move to another one. They told the new buyer (a very nice woman) everything about the house including the ghost. She had a different experience. With her this ghost liked to move her pictures around on her walls. She'd leave the house and come back and they'd all be re-arranged. She told us she'd say into the air "I know you like them this way, but I like them the way I put them. Would you please leave them the way I put them? I'd really appreciate it."  I don't remember if he did or didn't. 

I think some people are sensitive to feel ghosts and some aren't. I really hoped and thought I would be, but obviously I wasn't. My youngest sister is my best friend. I know she wouldn't lie to me. I believe her. 

Grace says she can hear it all the time here, too. I will ask Jenny if she can hear anything, too. I will also ask Ryan. He is pretty sensitive.

I wouldn't necessarily say ghosts, but there's something.

I've had strange unexplainable things happen I could excuse away, things I can't even recall right now because I just refused to believe and dismissed them. Because of course *ghosts aren't real.*

But recently, something happened though that I will never be able to logically excuse or dismiss. A single set of keys on a hook started moving. I stared at it absolutely puzzled. There was no one else there, no air on, closed windows, nothing on the floor that could have fallen on it. I walked towards it and steadied it with my hand. I just stared, trying to figure it out.

Right before my eyes, from a complete standstill, it started swaying fully again. Not the kind of movement you can blame on air, it was swaying. And even if it was, it would have affected the other keys. This was absolutely unexplainable. I steadied it again, and stared. Nothing else happened. I wasn't scared, more calm or indifferent than anything.

But that turned my "I don't know, maybe" to a firm "yes" that there's something else here. Be it energy, spirits, ghosts, aliens, a God, who knows, but there's something else here. It's something you have to experience to understand.