Do you believe in ghosts?

ohhhh, I belive!   sending you big hugggssss and hoping more chime in on this thread!

sending you a PM.

Yes..I believe. When I was a little girl, and had never read any books about life after death, I saw my grandfather clear as day after he had died. I would see him when I was walking on the street, wide awake. These were not dreams. I was always thinking that my mom would think I was nuts and then wondered if she saw him as well. I never asked. It was a bit spooky. I was a kid.

Since then, and again..I've still not read any books, I've had signs from a close friend's mother who, without ever meeting her, has helped me.

My girlfriend saw her father after he passed away, and he helped her make a decision about her project she needed help on.

I believe that those who have died are watching us and help us when we need them. I don't see them as ghosts, though this could just be a matter of semantics. But I do see them as angels.

I totally believe...and my older sister has had many encounters.



My grandfather died in our home of cancer...I was with him...and I know he was present in our home for a while. It was just a comforting feeling...no weird occurances. He was at his funeral, too. Saw his spirit above the casket...leaned over and asked my twin if she saw it, too. She did.



I've been reading life and life books since I was a teen. Dick Sutphen(sp) was my first read in the 70's.



We find dimes in places they shouldn't be and weren't at first. Not other coins, which we find in the usual spots, but dimes. We think that's my older sister's husband. She travels a lot...and she packed her suitcase, which was totally empty, then she unpacked and found a dime. She also found one on his gravestone on a visit, which is when she finally told us all this had been occuring.



I love the John Edwards Cross Country show...so wonderful and touching how he brings those who need comfort together with the messages they need to hear from those who have crossed over.



SIS KImberly

i believe...

barbara

I'd better believe in ghosts! I do ghost tours part-time for extra money. People really do see things at times and get some very interesting photos -- faces and figures, not just orbs. The story I tell are based on actual accounts of historic events. But as interesting as my stories are, the ones my guests share with me are the best part. I'm collecting them and hope to do a book at some point. I myself have seen what I believe were ghosts, and strange as it may seem, that helped me get through my diagnosis and treatment.

Hi Patrice,

I am sorry your brother is so freaked out.  It sounds like your step-father is trying to comfort your Mom and whoever else is in the house.  I believe in signs.  We just buried my father this morning and I hope I get a sign from him that he is okay and with my Mom and the rest of the family.  I know when my Mom passed, I had a lot of comforting dreams about her.  This is a strange story, but I honestly believe it.  In 2004, the Sunday night the Red Sox were down 3 games to none to the Yankees for the pennant and we were all just suffering through the game, my brother in law passed suddenly.  We didn't know until the next morning that he had passed.  The Red Sox turned that game around and went on to win 7 games in a row to win the world series, the first time ever that a team had done that.  I truly believe that my brother in law had something to do with it.  After the NY Giants shocked the world by winning the superbowl this year, I learned that the Giant that caught that most improbable pass lost his Mom suddenly in December to a heart attack.  I truly believe she was there for him.

Interesting thread. My foster mother passed away some 20 years ago and I was staying with my foster dad for a while to help him out. One night I was sleeping and awoke up for no reason. I swear I saw my mom looking at me as if to say not to cry for her she was OK. The next morning I told my dad that I swear I saw mommy at my bed and he said he believes that I did because it was the first night he had slept through that night after her passing.

Another thing that happened to me was I was visiting some friends and I saw a young man about 16 standing in a doorway in the apartment. When I said something I was asked to describe  what he looked like. I told them he had on a flannel shirt etc etc. I was told that a youth had killed himself in the yard and I described him to a Tee! So do I believe OH YES!

Patty

I had a 14 year old cat die and I knew her precense were in the house untill I got another one two years ago. I go to bed at night and could fell her gently walking on the bed. At first it was very scary and I was terrified to the point I would not move. When I got another cat she be on the bed and run when these things happen. Yes I beleive you always have that special someone with you whether it be animal or human.

That's okay, Patrice.

On YouTube Jimmy Stewart was on the Johnny Carson show.  I remember Jimmy reading this poem.  However, I couldn't get the darn thing to work.  The video kept stopping and starting.  I'll post the link just in case you want to try.  But, do get out your hankies.

It's beautiful poem and to hear Jimmy Stewart read it...well...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qUNJjIwlHk8

My dog, named Bo
He came to me when I would call,
unless I had a tennis ball
-or he felt like it.
But mostly--he didn't come at all.
When he was young,
he never learned,
to heel, or sit or stay,
he did things his way.
Discipline was not his bag,
but when you were with him,
things sure didn't drag.
He'd dig up a rose bush just to spite me,
and when I'd grab 'im he'd turn and bite me.
He bit lots of folks from day to day,
the deliv'ry boy was his favorite prey.
The gas man wouldn't read our meter,
he said we owned a real man-eater.
He sat the house on fire,
but the story's long to tell.
Suffice to say that he survived,
and, the house survived as well.
And on evening walks
(and Gloria took him),
he was always first out the door.
The old one and I,
brought up the rear
because our bones were sore.
And he'd charge up the street
with Mom hangin' on,
what a beautiful pair they were.
And if it was still light,
and the tourists were out,
they created a bit of a stir!
But every once in awhile
he'd stop in his tracks
and with a frown on his face, look around.
It was just t'make sure,
that the old one was there,
to follow him where he was bound.
We're early-to-bedders in our house
I guess I'm the first to retire,
and as I'd leave the room, he'd look at me
and get up from his place by the fire.
He knew where the tennis balls were, upstairs
and I'd give 'im one for awhile
and he'd push it under the bed with his nose
and I'd dig it out with a smile.
But before very long, he'd tire of the ball
and he'd be asleep in his corner in no time at all,
and there where nights when I'd feel him climb up on our bed
and lie between us, and I'd pat his head;
and there were nights when I'd feel this stare,
and I'd wake up and he'd be sitting there
and I'd reach out to stroke his hair;
and sometimes I'd feel him sigh,
and I think I know the reason why.
He'd wake up at night,
and he would have this fear
of the dark, of life, of lot's of things,
and he'd be glad to have me near.
And now he's dead.
And there are nights when I think I feel him
climb up on our bed,
and lie between us, and I pat his head;
and there are nights when I think I feel that stare,
and I reach out my hand to stroke his hair,
and he's not there.
Oh, how I wish that wasn't so,
I'll always love a dog named Bo.

I Believe. I'm glad to read that other people have the same thing happening to them. I've had lots of visits which I've posted about before.  But often I would feel a big cat jump on my bed or snuggle me and I would reach over and niether of my cats would be on my bed. I took in a stray up in Red Lake, I named him Cayotee, he was huge ginger, with black brown and white, and he was of the curl breed. I think a tourist must have lost him. It took me three months to get him to trust me but he finally became my cat.  And we really had a connection.  Well he ended up getting very sick and passed away and I believe when I feel the thump on my bed it's Cayotee. And I can't wait to see him again in heaven. I'm babbling.pearl49

Yep, sure do, On my birthday (oh so many years ago)

I spent the night at the Moundsville Penitentiary with a local ghost hunting group

This prison was on MTV's most feared...

 We seen and heard a lot of different things, going into areas where it was so cold you could see your breath, knowing that we were infringing in their terriatory...

The area that got me the most was called the Sugar Shack, there was so much activity zooming around and would go over to the drawing of Jesus with his hands wide open.

It was so neat seeing these entities on the video recorder.

Have read alot of books but really enjoyed Elizabeth Kubler Ross, that was my first.

A couple of weeks ago I went down for my mom's ball, they're a part of the Elks club,, Pictures were taken and sure enough Pops was there, a bright,  round ORB standing by mom.

His daughter said that when he was dying, he was talking to someone in the room and it kinda freaked her out... I told her he was talking to a close friend or family member that is preparing to take him to the other side...  When he died,  (she could not stand to physically watch him  die) she seen his spirit leave then heard me coming down the hospital hall.. She already knew

So my answer is YES I BELIEVE