I had an experience of sorts. I personally don't believe in ghosts. My mom is a believer and has many stories to tell about the places we lived in. She has a storey for most of the houses we lived in. We moved around a lot growing up so we got to live in a bunch of different old house.
I would not be the least bit surprised if humans found out some spiritual realm of some sort that may appear ghost like. Or at least be able to explain ghost like stuff, or define it.
A few stories that stick out thru my life time.
My mom got a bit obsessed in this one house. She felt a ghost was there, and felt compelled to do something about it. She went all CSI on the house and started ripping up corners of the carpet and lino in this one particular area of the house. It was the back door. She pulled away some wall paneling. She eventually found what appeared to be a lot of old blood, under something she ripped up and followed the trail, to a big old pool of it. Keep in mind this is well before the internet was cool, so doing research or knowing anything that happened in your town involved reading old newspapers. Remember those slide things at the library that had old newspaper articles, lol. We moved around so much, it was highly unlikely my mom knew something ahead of time. She could have sub conscientiously have known about what happened. In any event, talking to some neighbors and talking about her discovery, they finally let her know that some elderly woman was sexually assaulted and brutally beaten to death in the house. Her badly bloodied and beaten body was left where this back door was. We were not the first people to live in the house since the murder took place. Neighbors or the owner of the place were not too forthcoming to share that info. My mom insists it was the spirit that compelled her to dig around. Meh, I think my mom has a bit of OCD and just can't let #### be. I do have to say, she did do a good job figuring it all out before she actually found out what had happened. I remember her taking me over the whole thing prior to us finding out the real story.
My Aunt fought cancer for 5 years and lost. She very much believed that her mother was with her. She spoke fondly of her mother being with her and giving her the strength to fight. My Grandmother also lost a battle to cancer. Very much a "mind tricking you" scenario. You are going thru the same battle as your mother did, being a non believer it is pretty easy to dismiss her feelings thoughts and stuff as just mind tricks. Then a photo pops up. A digital camera was used. Its on the photo on the memory stick and the one they printed up. It was a family get together that my Aunt was at. Many pictures were taken that night. One nice picture with my Aunt, my Dad and my Uncle together and there is the shadow smokey like figure in the front. I haven't seen the pic in a few years, but the shape reminded me of the "The Scream" painting without the hands to the side of the face. I can't explain it when I look at the photo I just assume that there is a reasonable explanation.
And then the final scenario involved me as a child.
I was 10 or 11. We lived in a great big old house. I was the oldest so I got the rec room as my bedroom, it was a partially finished basement. I always slept with the light on, because I read a lot before I went to bed and the light switch was at the end of the room and I hated getting up to turn it off. I finished reading one night. Pulled my blanket up got all snuggled in and at the time I liked to have my arms over the covers and i'd press them down on either side of my body so my blanket was nice and snug across my body. When I did that this night, I was looking straight up afterwards (the roof) and I felt something on my chest (very light pressure). I looked down and on my chest was the imprint of a left hand. I still remember it clear as day. Back then I freaked the hell out and ran up stairs screaming bloody murder. My Mom and Step Dad were still awake and met me at the top of the stairs. My Step Dad gets the heeby jeebies when he tells the story because I was just not the type of kid to make this type of stuff up or get scared easily. It didn't traumatize me, after a couple nights on the couch I was back to sleeping in the basement again. There has to be an explanation. I didn't really have a creative imagination and it wasn't dark.
Again I don't believe and just assume their is an explanation. My mom had many stories while growing up. A lot of hogwash if you ask me, but these 3 scenarios stuck out to me.
Oh and thank you for linking Sleep Paralysis! That has just explained soooooooooo many things for me. I haven't had one in awhile, but that awake while your sleeping #### is about the most terrifying thing I have experienced. I've woken up trying to grab at stuff because it felt so real.
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