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Lunchbox:
So some people started talking about ghosts in the Blog Thread, and I was kind of intrigued.

The paranormal both excites and terrifies me, and although my exceedingly scientific and logical brain has decided that they are not real you silly sally, I still find the time to look up ghost encounters and the like on the Internet, and won't go anywhere in the dark by myself. I'm scared of graveyards, I'm scared of bumps in the night, and I'm terrified of looking out my window and seeing something that shouldn't be there.

I myself have never had any actual 'encounters' or even anything remotely scary happen to me, aside from... okay, well I lie. When I was small we lived a little house that was probably ten or twenty years old. It didn't have any creaks or groans, no trees scratching against the window, but late at night, if you woke to get a glass of water or use the loo, there'd be footsteps up and down the hallway. Everyone in my family heard it. Sometimes my Dad would get up because he thought it was my brother, only to find him out like a light. Occasionally it would turn the kettle on. That's pretty much it.

What scary things have happened to you guys, and what do you think of the paranormal?

Jposh:
I'm about the same as you. I've never had anything paranormal happen to me, except that the house I lived in last, apparently had the Ghost of my stepdads mother, who would occasionally move things.

0bsessions:
The freakiest thing I ever dealt with was in the same town as I mentioned in the blog thread.

I was staying at my then girlfriend's house and our dog was sleeping at the foot of the bed. All of a sudden her fur stood up on end and she started flipping the fuck out, eyes focused on the corner of the room. This was the only time I ever saw her growl.

Dissy:
I've had a few "unexplained occurances"

The most recent one is ongoing.

I move back in with my parents every summer, last summer, they were moving, and had a lot of valuables in the new house, so they asked me to stay there.  I'm not scared of just about everything (only needles...), and I've had my fair share of bumps in the night, as well as sleeping alone in large empty places.  Now, the previous owner's father-in-law had died about a year previous, and his son had been cheating on his wife (the previous owner), and the father disapproved.  My first night there,  I am abruptly awakened at about 2:45 in the morning by a loud crash in one of the bathrooms.  There was a guy yelling and cursing, and hitting the toilet, trying to make it flush.  I grab the nearest and largest object (which happened to be an aluminum baseball bat, although a katana was lying not far away) and proceed to announce my presence.  "Hey you asshole, I own this damned house, and am armed.  Now I'm going to give you to the count of five, then I'ma gonna cave your skull in.  Come out with your hands showing, and you won't be harmed."  I walk over to the bathroom, and there's a guy standing there.  And I can see the mirror behind him, and there is no reflection.  He looks at me, says, "You aren't my son," and promptly vanishes.  Now this bathroom has one doorway, and no windows.  I spend the rest of the night trying to figure out how my friends/family members played the trick on me.  There was no trick.

A few nights later, I drag my friend over, mostly to hang out, and the noises start again.  I explain to him the situation, and we proceed to take a side to the hallway in which the bathroom lies, the only way to exit and enter the bathroom is to go by us.  The voice is yelling and hollering, and finally, it calms down and with a "Hrmph, I'm going to bed" it stops.  My friend and I slowly walk towards the bathroom, I left him peak in first, to nobody there.  Later that night, after I headed downstairs, he begins screaming down the stairs, yelling for me to come see something.  The ghost had reappeared and was yelling at my friend about going to hell for cheating on his wife, and blah, blah, blah (my friend is single, never married), so we just watch the scene unfold.  I pace around the apparition, and he takes no notice of me.  I stick my arm through him, then decide to stick my head through, and start making faces.

jeph:
I do not believe in ghosts.

OR HAVE I BEEN DEAD ALL ALONG

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