i believe i saw one once, i was lying in bed, looked up and there was a dude who looked like me but from the 19th century standing by the bed, staring at me, felt real, still feels real. but like my brother said when i told him, it's pretty easily explained seeing as i was bed, half-asleep. but i dunno.

interesting..

Actually, that reminds me, when I was about 10 I woke up to my sister just standing there at the side of my bed. She was in a white nightie and I remember asking her what was wrong. I asked again and she was gone (but theres no way she could have left my room). Didn't freak me out but I still remember it.

my great-grandma (greatful nanna) haunts my great auntie (her daughter).

she turns lights on and off, makes her musical doorbell play 'when the saints go marching in', follows her up to holiday places and makes different doorbells play the same tune. She stops if you ask her to, though.

at my grandmother's house, probably about 6 months after my grandfather died, one night the doorbell just kept ringing, and ringing, and ringing, and we even sat outside the front door after a while to make sure it wasn't kids pulling pranks, it just kept ringing. we all called out to grandpa to stop it, and it did.

i know a lot of this could be electrical faults or somesuch, but i prefer to think they're still around :)

Just found this great site with a whole bunch of ghost stories from the hawksbury region of Sydney.

i love ghosts stories.

Surely with a title like "A-ooooooooooh!" this thread should be about werewolves of London.

i fully lived in a haunted house for 18 months. too long to go into here, but there are at least two other people who would corroborate - unprompted - every incident i would raise.

there was apparently a vomitng ghost in the lane way to the side of a share house I lived in. we where very close to the Rose on Cleveland so I was always sceptical of that particular tale.

a vomiting ghost? what does that mean?

I've never seen a ghostie.

Nicko tell us the ghost stories.

sits at nicko's knee, waiting

housemate swore he would sometimes hear the sound of vomiting and catch the stench of it. the sound always came from the same spot, where a bum was meant to have died. I did hear it and small it a couple of times but the cynic in me it was someone just back from the pub

nearby in Dangar Place a neighbour claimed to have seen the ghost of lanfranchi

Surely with a title like "A-ooooooooooh!" this thread should be about werewolves of London.

Nah rosie, I was trying to type that sound you make in grade three when you say "Jade loves Brendan, ooooooooooooooooooo!"

i had a good conversation with my sister about ghosts last night. i had no idea she believed in them. her husband, too. interesting. they told me a couple of little stories. these are no-bullshit people - they call 'em as they see 'em, and they reckon their new house is haunted. i was impressed.

anyway. once when i was 14 i went to a carols by candlelight with some friends. afterwards we were sitting in a park with our candles, talking shit. kurt cobain figured in the conversation a lot, because he'd died that year. anyway. it was getting late and we started to wonder if we should head home. one of us said "kurt will tell us when it's time to go", and right then every one of our candles blew out. it was a blisteringly hot night without a hint of wind. i've got no explanation for it. it was pretty close to a spot where there have been a number of ghost sightings.

so yeah. that's my story.

Once I thought I could channel ghost(s) by talking and listening to the dial tone on the telephone.
I always thought the exact same dial tone was informing me that a friend was involved in a car crash and was on the way to a hospital in a critcal state. I ended up talking and listening to the dial tone for about an hour.

It was really interesting, intense and fucked week. Luckily my head was only warped for about a week.
I will never forget that week, i was not under the influence of any mind altering substances at any stage of that week.

can cats see ghosts? i think i have one in my wardrobe. i'm not the only one who thinks this either.

Oh, I have plenty, but they've all been told before.

I'm into astral travelling.

A cat in your wardrobe? Or a ghost?

a ghost in the wardrobe, rosiefantail. my cat's hackles go up when one of the wardrobe doors open.

Aw, I knew that. I was just joking.

Does the wardrobe ever open by itself? Do you, for instance, leave the room when it's closed and come back and it's open, or vice versa?

I'm just teasing :)

I liked the Port Arthur story. When I did that tour, I was absolutely terrified but taking great delight in the fact. I even spent extra time in the coroner's basement just to tempt whatever forces were there to mess with me. No bait taken. I was disappointed I didn't have a story to tell at the end, but I don't even know if I believe in ghosts anymore. I've mentally filed all that stuff under ''miscellaneous''.

Mr Spidet and i were staying in ''Oakford Gorden Place'' in Chinatown, Melbs and as soon as we walked in i felt it was pretty spooky. Mr Spidey is an unbeliever. Or should say ''Was''.

The story goes that he heard a knock on our door when we were asleep and he said to me ''Will we let them in'' and i said yes! ( i was asleep so who the fuck knows what was going on).

Then this man was there and spoke in an Irish accent telling him a lot of bad things had happened there etc... then Mr spidey started choking like he was swallowing his tongue. I woke to him clinging to my back like a monkey...shaking like a leaf. Man! he was fucked up!

When we checked out of the hotel we asked the receptionist if any strange shit happened there, she told us that everyone dreaded nightshifts there as they got so freaked out!

Believe it... or not ........

i believe I saw one in a flat I used to live in in Hawthorn.

I woke up suddenly and there was a young guy standing by the bed, kind of swaying like he was dancing.
I presumed I was seeing things as I had just woken up, and I actually did the classic things....rubbed my eyes hard and pinched myself but he was still there.
He turned his head slightly so he was looking right at me and I started getting scared, but then I realised that he was looking right through me and didn't appear to see me at all.

I was trying to keep looking at him and wake moke up at the same time, but then the harder I tried to concentrate on him, he just kind of faded away and was gone.

I literally thought of nothing else for quite a few days - I felt a bit freaked out, but mostly exhilarated, and then some weeks later the same thing happened.
This time I quickly woke up moke (well...he kind of woke up) but said he couldn't see him,
then he disappeared once again.

I started to think that maybe he wanted something from me (sixth sense style) but the 3rd and final time I saw him (same time of early morning - around 5 ish, but this time standing still on the other side of the room) I tried to ask him if he wanted something from me or needed my help but he didn't appear to be able to see me or hear me, and then he was gone again.

a similar thing has happened to me in a flat in elwood and also in a house in werribee, ratz.

i fucking love ghost stories and couldn't care less about their objective reality.

awesome awesome awesome

MOAR!

I never wake up when fun things happen. Stupid Moke.

Also, Mum tells me than when I was really small (like 3 years old) a few times she heard me chattering away in my room in the night and early morning and when she'd come in i'd say I'd been talking to ''the nice old lady.''

I do not remember this at all though.

Here's a nice lil video to occupy a few minutes of your worldly time.

Where?

um

brix were definitely shat

hmmm. i want to join TAPS but i do not meet the requirements!

Im so bored, anyone have anything entertaining to read?

more stories, c'mon.

Anyone got anything to contribute?

Imagine how funny a Matthew McConnaughey ghost would be. Is that even how you spell his name?

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