He's making himself known again (my ghost)

[Misanthropical]

I have a resident ghost, in case you missed that. He has been very quiet in the last few months and I started to wonder if he had left.

His first trick to make sure I knew he wasn't gone was to knock over my little guy's milk, right in front of me and my little guy. The glass was sitting in the middle of the mostly empty table, nothing near it, but it slid across the table and spilled all over the carpet. My little guy started crying, thinking he would be blamed. I told him not to worry, just help me clean it up.

Then, after everyone in the household had left for the day the other day, I went to take a shower and I heard the front door slam and someone come up the stairs. I think maybe my husband had come home, but thought that would be weird since he just went back to work after a week long vacation.

I go look, but of course, the front door is still locked and no one else is in the house.

I take my shower and when I'm done and getting dressed I hear a loud bang a loud bang that sounds like someone slammed the closet door closed in the boys room. I look and of course nothing is in there.

Then the other night, I was up after everyone else went to bed and starting hearing what sounded like a bunch of people talking, but not loud enough for me to hear what is being said. I think that my husband left his computer on, since the noise is coming from over in that area. I get up and the talking stops. I go and check my husband's computer, but it's totally shut down. I even went upstairs to make sure it's not one of the radios or TVs in the kids room.

During the day, after everyone has left and it's just me here I will hear someone walking around upstairs, but if I'm upstairs I will hear someone on the stairs or in the kitchen.

I'm not afraid, since things have always happened around me since I can remember. It's just a bit weird how things were so quiet for a couple of months and then started back up again so quickly.

[CanadaGirl]

My roommate thinks she has a ghost following her. She moved from BC to AB and she thinks it followed her here. She even thinks it's called her on her cellphone before. I think she's crazy.

[Der Cute]

It's entirely possible that Mr. Ghosty went somewhere on a vacation, their territories are somewhat limited (correct me if im wrong).

Remember Harry Potter? The ghosts on the wall? They were IN the castle, that's as far as they went, but they parked on the wall.

I'll be Mr. Ghosty went out :).

I'd personally start some blessings & prayers to let him find his way out.

cutenoob

[Dreamstalker]

There was a ghost in my grandmother's house; a tall woman in a long black gown. She tended to only stay in the attic. I saw her once when I was about six; I was poking around up there looking for something, noticed a presence next to me. There wasn't anything "bad" about her, she was just there (IIRC, she was sepia-toned like a very old tintype photograph). I said hi to her, calm as can be (I was an odd child) :)

After that, we haven't really seen her. My mom thinks that she just wanted someone to notice her and know that she wasn't "evil" (prior to this, there was some poltergeist-like activity).

I agree with Cutenoob.

[Retail's Bitch]

I've experienced ghosties first hand... The sort of crap-my-pants variety though and Lady Mage can attest to this since I've told her this story before...

A little back story... My friend sees ghosts... Has that gift where he can outright communicate with them and they're drawn to him. He has 3 permanent spirits around him at all times, that were with him when he was born. He uses these spirits to communicate with the ghosts. Most kids are very highly aware and sensitive with ghosts - so as a kid my friend was super aware - to the point where he refused to sleep alone in his room as a kid - he'd sleep in his sister's bed to keep the ghosts away.

I went to a friend's cottage out on the native reserve a few kms from my place, it's one of the most haunted regions of Ontario because of all the bad stuff that happened there. Soldiers, indians, rapings, murders... but I was assured that the cottages area was sort of off limits to the ghosties and considered a safe place.

Anyway.. We found bedding for the night, including an old blanket of my friend's that he used to sleep with as a kid, he offered it up to me to sleep with (he's like a brother to me :) ) and got me all settled in his old bedroom. His boyfriend and him settled in - in the master bedroom and we all went to bed.

I'm laying there, surrounded by love, in my friend's old bedroom, wrapped in his old blankie... I should feel warm and comforted but... I don't... I feel cold and tight and all of a sudden just filled with an overwhelming sense of fear and dread and the knowledge that I have to get out of that bedroom and NOW!

So I crawl out of bed and I'm standing in the livingroom - petrified and not sure what to do next. I do the only thing I can think of because I'm NOT going back into that bedroom. I knock on the door and instantly my friend KNOWS something's wrong, the way I'm cowered in the doorway - and he knows me, knows about the gut rot I get when I don't like a certain situation or person. (I'm usually dead on too) "What's up?"

"I don't know," I tell him truthfully. "I just know something's wrong. Something's seriously off..." And I suddenly feel very cold and very dark and his boyfriend hisses at me.

"Don't move - there's somebody behind you!! He's like touching you! Can you feel it!?"

Can I feel it? That's the understatement of the year.

"He seems... Upset... Worried.. On edge... Like he's waiting for something. On the defense... Oh and your guardian angel is going apeshit." His boyfriend (The empath I talked about in an earlier thread) murmured and my friend readily agreed.

"I'm getting into bed with you two NOW!" I hiss back. And I carefully make my way to the bed.

"Quick... Go out and lock all the doors... And get that blanket," his boyfriend says.

"Do What?!" I retort. "I'm not going anywhere with angry ghosts wanting to eat me. Allan you're coming with me."

"WHAT!?" my friend squawks. "Okay..."

So we go out and lock all the doors, close all the windows and pick up Allan's blanket in the next room. We crawl back into bed and Allan's boyfriend hisses.

"OH SHIT!"

"What do you mean OH SHIT!???"

"Ummm they're like everywhere... Like thousands of them and I don't think they're too happy..."

Turns out that blanket of my friend's was just chock full of negative energy because of him sleeping in his sister's bed all the time - and not in his own bed with the blanket. The spirit we'd seen first was one of my friend's spirit guides. He's a bit of a trickster - and pulls things on my friend like blowing lightbulbs and moving things... And attracting negative ghosties to scare the shit out of him.

Yet this time he picked me - an obvious target because I was sleeping in his room with his blanket. He decided to have a little fun except it got a little out of hand. So there's bad ghosts everywhere and my senses are just going nuts. I can't see them, but I can sure as hell feel them, and according to the other two - the spirit guide was doing his damndest to keep them back yelling at them, sucking the negative energy out of the blanket to ward off the ghosts and apparently my GA got into it as well to the point where she weakened and blinked out of existence for a 24 hour rest. (To the Guardian Angel Betty Ford Clinic. LOL)

Anyway apparently they convinced them to leave us alone - and then my friend's other two spirit guides started yelling at the trickster. Freaking on him to the point where one of them pulled out something of a golden list of rules and started hammering them out to him. My friend can't hear them talk, but he can see them and they were quite pissed off at him. From the looks of it, Trickster had broken nearly every rule in the book. And then as quick as my guardian angel disappeared, so did he. Looked like he'd been punished or messing around with me. Heh.

But anyway... That's my ghost story. Take it for what it is... Believe or not believe as it stands... But it did happen to me.. And it took me quite awhile to even be able to look at Allan's blanket let alone, patch up all it's loveholes and even lately - sleep with it.

[stormtreader]

Ive never seen a ghost, or as much as a UFO :(
I think someone somewhere is getting freaked out becuase theyre getting my share as well.

[Caveat Emptor]

Misanthropical - have you considered calling TAPS? This would make for a wicked show.

I used to feel like there was a spirit / something in our basement, but I just chalked it up to my imagination.

[Misanthropical]

Caveat Emptor, no I have never considered calling TAPS or anyone else, because I'm a very private person and people with cameras coming in my house would not be my idea of a good time.

We did live in a townhouse once with a basement. The laundry room was in the basement and if I went down there with an arm load of laundry the laundry room door would open for me. The door would start to shut behind me, but if I said "leave that open" it would stay open.

My husband refuses to talk about this now, but he was down in the basement one night, while I was on the main floor nursing our daughter.

All of sudden I hear him fly up the stairs and he sits next to me shaking and asks me if I was just in the basement. I look at him and ask "does it look like I was just in the basement?"

He tells me that he heard someone walk up behind him and heard me say something to him, but when he turned around no one was there.

Well, obviously I couldn't have been in the basement, since I was a bit busy with the baby. If I had gotten up she would have cried, since she like to be snuggled while she was nursing.

My oldest son who was about 3 at the time, would refuse to sleep in his room at night. I would find him in our bed, next to our bed or asleep in the hallway. He told me there was a very bad man in his room.

I found out later, that those townhouses have a very high suicide rate among it's tenants, even to this day.