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Now, on the subject of ghosts, I tend to be a skeptic, but there are some things that happened to me that I just can't explain.

Number 1: A few weeks after my grandmother died, I was sitting at the dining table finishing my homework and singing something that had gotten stuck in my head a few minutes ago. My mother was in what we call the Buddha room, praying. She came out and sat down across from me. All of a sudden, we saw this streak of light traveling across the dining room- it was made of several bright colors, and I only saw it for a brief second, so I can't really define it. But that was REALLY weird, especially after we ruled out someone shining a flash light through our window as a prank, or cars passing by on the street. Car lights don't generally appear in the middle of kitchens, do they?

Number 2: This incident also takes place shortly after my grandmother's death. We were eating dinner when all of a sudden, my dog walks over to the Buddha room and starts barking her head off and wiggling her tail like mad, in that weird way she has whenever she sees my grandma. There had been no provocation whatsoever. Now, Buddhists have a tradition of putting vegetarian food on altars for spirits during their passing, so I thought it might have been the food that set her off barking, but my mother pointed out that the food had been there for at least three days.

Number 3: This was several years ago- I was passing by the guest room and happened to look in when I saw the shadow of a little girl sitting on the bed. Of course I ran away, terrified, but when I went back to investigate, there was no sign of anything being there (of course!)

Number 4: When I went to visit my aunt's house in Lexington, I kept on seeing shadows of legs walking around. It was just of legs, there were no arms, heads or anything else. Just legs. My aunt said that when she and my cousin were upstairs getting ready for bed, they heard somebody moving stuff down in the dining room even though no one was there.

Number 5: Sometimes I'll get such an overpowering sense of fear or oppression that I have to run out of my room and stay out until it goes away. I can always tell when it's going to come on and when it's not.

Number 6: Lately, I've been having a very strong feeling that I'm not going to live through senior year.

I tend to write these experiences off as an over-active imagination. I admit that a lot of the times, I let my imagination run away with me, and having grown up in a very superstitious household, it's only natural that my imagination will create things for me to scare myself with, I suppose.

On the other hand, my less rational half tells me that just because I can't see it doesn't mean it's not there. When you dissolve salt into water, you can't see the salt particles, but the fact that the water still tastes salty proves that the salt is still there. I suppose you could use that theory to justify the possibility of the existence of ghosts.

Honestly, I don't know what to think. All I know is that I'm easily scared by anything at all, and that I hate the thought of ghosts or what-have-you even if, for the most part, I don't really believe them. How can you be scared of something you don't believe? Don't ask me, cuz I haven't got a clue.

I'm curious to know if anyone else has had weird, unexplainable experiences, or, if you don't believe in ghosts, what your rationale is. Or, better yet, if you have a possible explanation for the things I went through or any other paranormal experiences.

By the way, the Skeptical Inquirer magazine is a wonderful resource for myth busters. However, their latest issue was really disappointing- they didn't really do any disproving :(

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The following comments are for "Ghosts"
by Lily

Well, personally i don't beleive in ghosts.
The soul, our animator, is simply housed in the physical body for one lifetime and then the energy returns to the Oneness. Identity or individuality is no more. We meld with all, then knowing nothing, the universe continues, a little wiser for our journey. The ghosts are phantoms of our own mind, which itself is really building a picture of conceptual reality. Sight plays tricks with us - the world is not what we see, but what the mind creates. The most dangerous entities are not incorporeal, but are real people who have lost touch with their humanity. Although I have had unexplained experiences myself, i see no reason to attribute them to ghosts.
But then again, I really like ghost stories and stuff that explores these possibilities (lol). Even though I don't beleive in ghosts and my rationale goes as above, I can't entirely discredit the observations of so many others. Hey, what was that? Eeeeeeek! Oh, just the cat. Whew.

( Posted by: smithy [Member] On: November 18, 2003 )

I agree . . .
Smithy, generally I tend to use your answer in explaining away the existence of ghosts. Sometimes, though, I find myself believing in them despite myself. It's a lot easier to say that you don't believe in ghosts . . . but let's see what happens when you're alone at night in a dark, empty mansion and you hear creaking noises all around you . . .

Anyway, I also enjoy ghost stories, and I just love scaring myself . . . it's so much fun! Ahem.

( Posted by: Lily [Member] On: November 18, 2003 )

couldn't help thinkin
Maybe it means you have a big imagination, creatively speaking i mean, or maybe you are more sensitive to such things? The wierd things that happen to me involve animals. Once i came into my room and it was full of moths, hundreds of them flying arond, little grey powdery winged ones. And for three years running, the flies would come and all die, hundreds of them. Slow, you could catch them in midflight. They'd line the ceilings and the floor, congregating around any light source. But the wierdest time i experienced (well one of them) i saw these guys sleeping in bunks and then shadows started creeping around the building and suddenly evryone stopped wriggling and snoring. I blinked and they were cocooned in this black light. moitionless. i looked around and saw this black shape coming for me and i started to run, but i was frozen, my heart beating in my throat , my eyes frozen open in terror as an icy claw sliced aaeeeeeeeah...(lol) its a rush, particuarly to write too, even as abd sa em/ (lol)...respects....smithy

( Posted by: smithy [Member] On: November 19, 2003 )

Another freaky thing happened this morning . . . I'd run up to my room to get my purse. My purse is on the desk, which is on the other side of the room from the set of dresser drawers which I put all my music boxes on (I have quite a collection). All of a sudden, I heard a music box playing the theme song from 'Carousel'. I was standing across the room, there was no one else with me. And none of my music boxes plays 'Carousel'. Now THAT is freaky.

( Posted by: Lily [Member] On: November 21, 2003 )

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