Sometimes ghosts can be the worst SCs...

[Racket_Man]

I was only being partially humorous. I know it was a very serious thing.

Also creepy.

Yeah it still kinda creeps me out to this day years later. I can still remember the feeling of being hit with a waterless wave.

[Amanita]

I was 22 at the time 9/11 happened, so out of the adolescent stage. Oddly, most of my roommates didn't seem too affected by it, although one of them said that when watching TV, he could see the astral forms of the towers still standing, like an after-image.

I'm looking forward to visiting Dubai, sooo many skyscrapers there, including Burj Khalifa. I wonder what I'll get from her?
Those Russian train guards sound cool I do love me some filthy jokes!

[Marlowe]

Here's one of mine-I've always been an urban animist, almost as long as I can remember. Other Pagans speak of being able to sense animal or tree spirits, I've been able to sense a presence from large structures, especially Skyscrapers. I've found a few others like me, but we're a rare breed, it seems. Like we're tuned into a slightly different frequency on the spiritual level.

I wonder how you would get on if you ever visited Russia - because I got such a strong feeling when I entered the Kremlin it was like being hit in the face with a shovel...

(Then again I'd recommend you visit Russia anyway because it is an amazing country, absolutely beautiful. Plus the guards on the trains tell absolutely filthy jokes )

For a day or so after 9/11, strange things happened around the house I was living in with several roommates. Things flying around, strange noises that nobody could explain, etc.

How old were you all at the time? People in adolescence/early adulthood naturally have a lot more "energy" than others, according to the awesome psych guy I saw (poor guy was trying to assure my shocked/baffled mother that I might grow out of it... sorry mum ) so maybe it was all the strong emotions you guys were feeling in terms of fear and shock and sadness and so on manifesting itself, especially since so many of you were sharing it in the same confined space. I find it's when I'm feeling something very strongly (particularly if I lose my temper...) that the lights spontaneously fuse.

It's nice to meet people so open-minded, the only person I know aside from me who really "got" it was my grandmother (the one who died in 2004, not the 1976 one.) She was proper Donegal stock, her family had been there for generations, and her grandmother had a hell of a reputation around there for stuff like that... I think she liked talking to me about it because I reminded her so much of her grandmother, who she was very close to. Apparently I'm the absolute spit of her too, right down to the oddly almond-shaped green eyes (which no one else in my immediate family has.)

[Jay 2K Winger]

Inspite of the Star Wars reference and all humor aside in all seriousiness yes.

I was only being partially humorous. I know it was a very serious thing.

Also creepy.

[Amanita]

I had a slightly different "event" happen that day.



My best explaination is is that the "shock wave" of that many persons dying at one point in time sent some sort of energy wave around the world. It just took time to get to me.

When I was in NYC in 2010, I had some time to kill before checking into my hotel (which was down near the Brooklyn Bridge), so I went on a little tour of lower Manhattan. At one point I realized I was quite literally growling, snarling a little and showing teeth. And then I realized where I was, so close to the WTC site.

I have a friend who lives not too far from there (In NJ across the river), and she says that when she's near the site, she can feel a sensation like she's burning. She was very attuned to the original WTC towers before they fell- she spent a lot of time there and always felt safe and happy, no matter what mood she was in when she arrived.

[Racket_Man]

In other words, you felt a grave disturbance in the Force?

Inspite of the Star Wars reference and all humor aside in all seriousiness yes.

[mathnerd]

Hey, this one's gotta be a lie. A redheaded ghost? Come on, gingers don't have souls.

I keed! I keed! That was a joke, son.

*snicker* Maybe the little boy dyes his hair?

[Jay 2K Winger]

The little boy:

This is a ghost that haunts me specifically. He's a redhead and wears jeans and a red and white striped t-shirt and white Converse type low top sneakers. He's about 3 years old. He hangs out in the living rooms of every house I've ever lived in since I was 19. I have a theory of who he is, but it's not something I want to share publicly.

Hey, this one's gotta be a lie. A redheaded ghost? Come on, gingers don't have souls.

I keed! I keed! That was a joke, son.

[mathnerd]

The man in the hallway:

He's been standing there for at least the 20 years that my parents have lived in this house. I'm pretty sure he's the former owner. His widow sold this house to my parents in the aftermath of a major hurricane, which was what caused his death. That particular storm wasn't supposed to hit this far south, but took an 11th hour jog that put my town in its cross hairs and utterly destroyed it. Many folks weren't prepared or refused to believe that it would be as bad as it was. According to the wife, the man refused to take proper shelter and attempted to watch the storm from the vantage point of that hallway, which gives a great view of the outside through a couple sliding glass doors.

The little boy:

This is a ghost that haunts me specifically. He's a redhead and wears jeans and a red and white striped t-shirt and white Converse type low top sneakers. He's about 3 years old. He hangs out in the living rooms of every house I've ever lived in since I was 19. I have a theory of who he is, but it's not something I want to share publicly.

[mjr]

it's that I honestly do not give a damn.

I hope you don't mind, but I stole your .gif avatar. I think it's amusing.

[Jay 2K Winger]

My best explaination is is that the "shock wave" of that many persons dying at one point in time sent some sort of energy wave around the world. It just took time to get to me.

In other words, you felt a grave disturbance in the Force?

[Racket_Man]

For a day or so after 9/11, strange things happened around the house I was living in with several roommates. Things flying around, strange noises that nobody could explain, etc.

I had a slightly different "event" happen that day.

At the time I was working for a small company about 20 miles NE of Chicago. Our "office" was literally in someone's converted garage. Now the house and garage was setback from the road about 100 feet and was surrounded by lots of older trees.

about an hour after both towers collapsed/fell (about 10;30amish our time), I was outside smoking while comtemplating the events of that morning. All of a sudden I was hit with what I can only describe a wave of wind or energy or maybe a blast/shock wave. I was almost knocked off my feet as the "wave" passed through me. I can say for certain there was not breeze or wind at that particular time as this was my first thought but being in a grove of trees with NO leaves or branches moving ANYWHERE I ruled that out.

My best explaination is is that the "shock wave" of that many persons dying at one point in time sent some sort of energy wave around the world. It just took time to get to me.

I am somewhat aware of things. light spots/balls dancing around the living room, the tinggling sensation when something is twaping the back of my head, a sudden case of the goosebumps on a very small protion of parts of my body for no real good reason, the sensation that something is passing around or through me, the fact my dog every now and then will just stare off at something for long periods of time, and if things are real quiet I can see vague shapes (not really defined) floating around the room.

[Jay 2K Winger]

And he writes just like Humpermonkey, though a bit less obscenity.

No big deal to me, I find the stories amusing.

I find the stories great too. But yes, I think Fifty Foot has said he does KNOW Monkey, but I'm pretty sure they aren't related.

Then again, I could be mis-remembering some details. But Fifty Foot is NOT Monkey, I'm pretty sure about that.

[AccountingDrone]

Actually, I think 50 Foot Ant said on Something Awful (he has an account there) that he is not Humpermonkey, but does know him, and it was Monkey's posts that convinced him to write his own tales.

Well, his post was set in the same military post as Humpermonkey, and seems to be the younger brother of humpermonkey who actually seems to appear as the older brother of the protagonist of the story at the end [the dude with an eyepatch]

And he writes just like Humpermonkey, though a bit less obscenity.

No big deal to me, I find the stories amusing.

[fireheart]

Only ghost story I can think of involved what we think is my grandfather.

See, he died in September a few years back. My sister's birthday was in December.

Prior to that, he'd been living in a nursing home and had gradually developed dementia. My parents and sister visited him, but I refused-mainly because I couldn't deal with seeing him in that state and I wanted to be able to remember him for the artist and family man he was. (painting was a hobby for him, but he also liked to tinker and worked for an optometrist when he was younger) The incident that sorta got me a little upset was when he wanted to get rid of the cat (a huge freaking British Shorthair...that he'd been fond of!) and get a dog instead. It got to the point where my aunt had to hide the cat carrier so my grandpa couldn't call the RSPCA!

The week before the funeral, I'd picked up a nasty chest infection at work that had left me with no voice and a cough. The voice had come back and the cough had pretty much GONE by the day of the funeral. Or so we thought.

Once inside the chapel, I managed to make it through my piece (my sister, my cousins and I all did something) and then I began having coughing fits. I go out, get a drink and come back in to join in the hymn. Make it halfway through THAT and I start coughing AGAIN.

I had to sit just outside with the funeral home folks and managed to sneak in at the end of the service where I sat at the back until we went outside for the burial. Oddly enough, we were charged with carrying the spray of flowers on the casket back to my grandmother's house. I didn't have a coughing fit at all and we thought that it was what had set off my cough.

Incident #2 came a few months later, the night before my sister's birthday. We have all these old photos of my relatives up in the hallway, with (at the time) a homemade cat tree underneath them. The photo of my grandpa as a boy was above the cat tree, but normally the cats rubbing up against it would only make it move around, not fall. That night, with NONE of the cats nearby (they were both in bed with mum), the picture actually fell. Weird thing was, none of the hangings were broken.

We haven't had any more incidents since.