Anonymous
Post 10/27/2019 10:11     Subject: Let's talk about ghosts
In my old apt building in Brooklyn, I’d often see a man in a grey flannel suit and fedora rushing down the stairs. I thought that was weird because it was a small building and I was pretty sure I knew everyone. Anyway I assumed it was just a boyfriend or illegal sublet.

One day I happened to be on the stairs with my baby and he was running down in his usual hurried way. This time I made a point to look at his face and there was just nothing there. Just blankness. I was really freaked out and told my neighbor who confirmed it was a well known ghost in the building.

I can’t imagine being trapped in an existence where you’re constantly rushing down the stairs to work.
Anonymous
Post 10/27/2019 10:07     Subject: Let's talk about ghosts
Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:Ok, so why is it that ghosts are always seen wearing clothes? I mean what why would ghosts need clothing?


They don’t need clothes. They aren’t wearing clothes. They often appear to be wearing clothes so that we will recognition them. My husband’s grandfather always appears to me with an orange bandana. He was a huge Gator fan and wore something orange all the time. He makes it easy for me to know who I am communicating with. A civil war soldier might appear in uniform if his message was related to the war. It’s just logic. They understand that we sometimes need help and validation when communicating.


Very cute- go gators!
Anonymous
Post 10/26/2019 22:08     Subject: Re:Let's talk about ghosts
Anonymous wrote:Bump (in the night...)


lol

good one
Anonymous
Post 10/26/2019 17:33     Subject: Let's talk about ghosts
Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:Ok, so why is it that ghosts are always seen wearing clothes? I mean what why would ghosts need clothing?


They don’t need clothes. They aren’t wearing clothes. They often appear to be wearing clothes so that we will recognition them. My husband’s grandfather always appears to me with an orange bandana. He was a huge Gator fan and wore something orange all the time. He makes it easy for me to know who I am communicating with. A civil war soldier might appear in uniform if his message was related to the war. It’s just logic. They understand that we sometimes need help and validation when communicating.


Oh yes, it’s just logic!

Anonymous
Post 10/26/2019 17:23     Subject: Let's talk about ghosts
Anonymous wrote:Ok, so why is it that ghosts are always seen wearing clothes? I mean what why would ghosts need clothing?


They don’t need clothes. They aren’t wearing clothes. They often appear to be wearing clothes so that we will recognition them. My husband’s grandfather always appears to me with an orange bandana. He was a huge Gator fan and wore something orange all the time. He makes it easy for me to know who I am communicating with. A civil war soldier might appear in uniform if his message was related to the war. It’s just logic. They understand that we sometimes need help and validation when communicating.
Anonymous
Post 10/26/2019 17:15     Subject: Re:Let's talk about ghosts
Bump (in the night...)
Anonymous
Post 10/25/2019 07:10     Subject: Let's talk about ghosts
Bump
Anonymous
Post 10/22/2019 01:12     Subject: Let's talk about ghosts
Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:Not exactly ghosts, but very supernatural (or coincidence, if you prefer):when the hospice nurse said death was imminent for my grandmother, I was living about 4 hours of travel away—a 2 hour drive to the airport and a 2 hour flight. On the drive, I saw two cars with her first name (3 letters) as the letters on the license plate and a bus from her hometown (she was from MO and this was in CA). Because of the short notice, the flight had a stop in a small town and was supposed to go on to my destination. There were mechanical problems at the stopover and, after the runaround from the airline, it became clear we weren’t going to get another plane that day even though it was early evening. I asked my fellow passengers if anyone wanted to rent a car and make the 4-hour drive the rest of the way. A group of four of us rented a car: me, on the way to say goodbye to my grandmother who I love so much; a woman on her way to see her daughter who was in labor; a man on his way to his grandson’s third birthday; and a woman on her way to her son’s wedding. A lifespan! Anyway, the drive was spectacular and the sunset was a perfect pink that my grandmother would have loved. One of the other riders offered me a Mars bar, which is a weird thing to have and was my grandma’s favorite.

At the nursing home, my grandma was not lucid. She barely opened her eyes, but she let me brush her hair, as I often did, and I told her I loved her. After a while, she suddenly opened her eyes and said, “it’s time to go.” Then she died quietly, like drifting off to sleep.



That was such a lovely story. Thank you for sharing.


Thank you. I don’t believe in ghosts, but for years after she died, I wanted to hear from her. My daughter is named for her and sometimes I’ll say her name a certain way and remember my grandad saying it like that and kissing my grandma on the cheek. This story is not at all spooky, but the thread is reminding me to look for the signs again.
Anonymous
Post 10/21/2019 11:12     Subject: Let's talk about ghosts
Anonymous wrote:Not exactly ghosts, but very supernatural (or coincidence, if you prefer):when the hospice nurse said death was imminent for my grandmother, I was living about 4 hours of travel away—a 2 hour drive to the airport and a 2 hour flight. On the drive, I saw two cars with her first name (3 letters) as the letters on the license plate and a bus from her hometown (she was from MO and this was in CA). Because of the short notice, the flight had a stop in a small town and was supposed to go on to my destination. There were mechanical problems at the stopover and, after the runaround from the airline, it became clear we weren’t going to get another plane that day even though it was early evening. I asked my fellow passengers if anyone wanted to rent a car and make the 4-hour drive the rest of the way. A group of four of us rented a car: me, on the way to say goodbye to my grandmother who I love so much; a woman on her way to see her daughter who was in labor; a man on his way to his grandson’s third birthday; and a woman on her way to her son’s wedding. A lifespan! Anyway, the drive was spectacular and the sunset was a perfect pink that my grandmother would have loved. One of the other riders offered me a Mars bar, which is a weird thing to have and was my grandma’s favorite.

At the nursing home, my grandma was not lucid. She barely opened her eyes, but she let me brush her hair, as I often did, and I told her I loved her. After a while, she suddenly opened her eyes and said, “it’s time to go.” Then she died quietly, like drifting off to sleep.



That was such a lovely story. Thank you for sharing.
Anonymous
Post 10/21/2019 10:12     Subject: Re:Let's talk about ghosts
Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:A friend and I were driving down a steep road with no shoulder or place any pedestrian could get off. We both saw a thin man in an old fashioned prison outfit (the stripped ones) running a head of us on the side of the road. We drove past and then looked back and he was gone. I promise you there was no place he could have gone in those seconds. He just vanished.


Similarly I saw a soldier, a young man in dark plain clothes, walking at valley forge. I turned to yell to a friend and he vanished.


We were walking in Manassas Battlefield Park one Sunday afternoon. A man approaching from the opposite direction, wearing Civil War attire. We chatted for a moment or two. Sort of weird. It was a quiet day in the park, no re-enactions that we knew of, no parking lots full of vehicles. Yet, there he was, in full Civil War uniform. We assumed he was a re-enactor. But it was sort of different to find him all alone, on a quiet afternoon, walking along a remote trail. My DH recalls when he turned to look behind us, he didn't see him anymore.
Anonymous
Post 10/21/2019 09:05     Subject: Re:Let's talk about ghosts
Anonymous wrote:A friend and I were driving down a steep road with no shoulder or place any pedestrian could get off. We both saw a thin man in an old fashioned prison outfit (the stripped ones) running a head of us on the side of the road. We drove past and then looked back and he was gone. I promise you there was no place he could have gone in those seconds. He just vanished.


Similarly I saw a soldier, a young man in dark plain clothes, walking at valley forge. I turned to yell to a friend and he vanished.
Anonymous
Post 10/21/2019 07:09     Subject: Let's talk about ghosts
Anonymous wrote:It always astounds me how people on this forum, who I assume are generally well educated, believe such ridiculous crap.


Have you been to the political forum lately?

I’d take some fun ghost stories any day over that crap.
Anonymous
Post 10/21/2019 01:36     Subject: Let's talk about ghosts
Not exactly ghosts, but very supernatural (or coincidence, if you prefer):when the hospice nurse said death was imminent for my grandmother, I was living about 4 hours of travel away—a 2 hour drive to the airport and a 2 hour flight. On the drive, I saw two cars with her first name (3 letters) as the letters on the license plate and a bus from her hometown (she was from MO and this was in CA). Because of the short notice, the flight had a stop in a small town and was supposed to go on to my destination. There were mechanical problems at the stopover and, after the runaround from the airline, it became clear we weren’t going to get another plane that day even though it was early evening. I asked my fellow passengers if anyone wanted to rent a car and make the 4-hour drive the rest of the way. A group of four of us rented a car: me, on the way to say goodbye to my grandmother who I love so much; a woman on her way to see her daughter who was in labor; a man on his way to his grandson’s third birthday; and a woman on her way to her son’s wedding. A lifespan! Anyway, the drive was spectacular and the sunset was a perfect pink that my grandmother would have loved. One of the other riders offered me a Mars bar, which is a weird thing to have and was my grandma’s favorite.

At the nursing home, my grandma was not lucid. She barely opened her eyes, but she let me brush her hair, as I often did, and I told her I loved her. After a while, she suddenly opened her eyes and said, “it’s time to go.” Then she died quietly, like drifting off to sleep.

Anonymous
Post 10/20/2019 21:37     Subject: Let's talk about ghosts
Anyone else? I love this thread, but it’s been hidden on the second page...
Anonymous
Post 10/20/2019 10:24     Subject: Re:Let's talk about ghosts
Anonymous wrote:This isn't really a ghost story, but it's weird and I would love to know if anyone can offer a logical explanation for it.
About six months after my grandmother died, my sister went to visit her grave. She couldn't remember exactly where in the cemetery it was, but she knew the general area. When she got in the general vicinity, she picked up on the smell of my grandmothers house and followed it to my grandmother's gravesite. I for the life of me, can't figure out how this could happen. Is it actually possible that her smell (which would be the smell of her house), seeped into the ground and gives off enough of a scent that it could be picked up on six months after being buried?


I had a similar experience in which we couldn't find a relatives grave in a cemetery I had never been too. We split up to look for it. I was drawn to the far end of the cemetery by a feeling not a smell to the grave. Everyone including myself were amazed that I was drawn to it straight away through 'intuition'.