I haven’t myself, but people whose sanity I trust have, do you want to share your experiences here?

I thought I did once, but it turned out to be a small mob of sheep following me at 3am when I was walking in remote central eastern South Australia. Every time I stopped, they did too. But the faint noise of their feet was quite unnerving.

Michael V said:

I thought I did once, but it turned out to be a small mob of sheep following me at 3am when I was walking in remote central eastern South Australia. Every time I stopped, they did too. But the faint noise of their feet was quite unnerving.

Was it an enjoyable experience?

bob(from black rock) said:

Michael V said:

I thought I did once, but it turned out to be a small mob of sheep following me at 3am when I was walking in remote central eastern South Australia. Every time I stopped, they did too. But the faint noise of their feet was quite unnerving.

Was it an enjoyable experience?

Unnerving.

Michael V said:

bob(from black rock) said:

Michael V said:

I thought I did once, but it turned out to be a small mob of sheep following me at 3am when I was walking in remote central eastern South Australia. Every time I stopped, they did too. But the faint noise of their feet was quite unnerving.

Was it an enjoyable experience?

Unnerving.

But in retrospect are you glad you had it? guess it has bought you a few beers over the years?

bob(from black rock) said:

Michael V said:

bob(from black rock) said:

Was it an enjoyable experience?

Unnerving.

But in retrospect are you glad you had it? guess it has bought you a few beers over the years?

Experiences are experiences, and we have them. We can’t stop that. I guess it was an unusual one. I can’t really say I was glad to have it. In retrospect, I am ambivalent about it – neither glad nor sad. It was unnerving, but I solved the problem (in the pitch dark).

No, it has never bought me any beers. I’m not much of a pub drinker. (But I do like a drink. Possibly too many.)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UmAynGPEL9w

The Lemon Tree Passage Ghost

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2396436/

I was in Ireland a few years ago with a group, and one night we stayed in a youth hostel out in the countryside somewhere. I went for a walk late at night (around midnight), just wandering the countryside, with nothing more than a 2-AA-cell MagLite torch. The sky was overcast, and we were so far from any cities that no light was reflected back from the clouds, so it was pitch dark.

I heard a noise from an open field I was wandering past, so shone my torch in that direction, but the beam was too weak to show anything but two gleaming eyes staring back at me from about 4 metres away, with a shuffling sound to accompany it. It was Midsummer Night – traditionally the night of the Wild Hunt – and I had no real idea where I was, so I started wondering what I was seeing.

In the end it turned out to be a cow.

Other than that, the cinema I used to work in had a ghost. The cinema had been there for about 80 years, though I didn’t start there until a little after it was built. I was upstairs alone, watching a film after hours, and saw a human figure making its way down the aisles downstairs. No-one else should have been in the cinema at the time – I’d checked that everyone had left before I started the film; when I went down to check on the intruder, I couldn’t find anyone. When I mentioned it later to managers they said they knew of the ghost, and thought it was that of a maintenance man who’d hanged himself in the building some ten or so years before. I saw him/it a few more times before I left, but only from upstairs when it was downstairs.

Michael V said:

I thought I did once, but it turned out to be a small mob of sheep following me at 3am when I was walking in remote central eastern South Australia. Every time I stopped, they did too. But the faint noise of their feet was quite unnerving.

They might have thought you were from NZ.

That moment when you fall asleep but suddenly get startled that you realize that you are falling asleep and suddenly wake up again.

Lived in creaky old houses most of my life, but I ain’t never seen no ghost. ‘Cuz there ain’t no ghosts.

I had what seemed like a little kid tug on the back of my shirt…

Bubblecar said:

Lived in creaky old houses most of my life, but I ain’t never seen no ghost. ‘Cuz there ain’t no ghosts.

Not even the rattle of a ride on mower on some moonlit nights….?

My first wife believed in ghosts, so that was pretty scary.

So no-one is going to believe me when I say our first dog used to slam doors after he was dead?

No, I didn’t think it was him either. But I did dream of him shortly after he died…I dreamt he came to the door, and when I opened it he was there, all covered in dirt, sort of “so you thought you could bury me, did you?” I wasn’t scared or frightened. Just very sad. As I was at the time anyway, probably prompting the dream.

We do joke that the Casterton house has a lady ghost, because I know that a lady died in the front room (which was her bedroom at that time) many years ago. That room is my waiting and reception room. The house does do creaky and windy noises at times, and we just say “Hello!” and pretend. I met the lady’s daughter as a patient at one time, and she said Mum would be a friendly ghost. Sometimes you can talk a lot of rot with some people! Neither of us really believed it, but we had some fun.

Michael V said:

I thought I did once, but it turned out to be a small mob of sheep following me at 3am when I was walking in remote central eastern South Australia. Every time I stopped, they did too. But the faint noise of their feet was quite unnerving.

Lol great story MV

the flatmate who was possessed, had converted to islam, I kept seeing things moving in my peripheral vision – thought was going mad until I finally saw a ball of moving colours brown, black and white at ground level move like a rubber band stretching out to under my feet propped up on a coffee table. the flat mate told me they had to move from the last place of strange things going on. he tried killing me one night when he flew into a rage about the TV channel being changed (he hadn’t been in the room for an hour or more yet knew immediately within a microsecond of me changing the channel. I moved out the next day. the room under the house where he showed me where he thought bodies were buried and the basement area that was full of spirits where I had to have a piss every night.

the YHA devils punchbowl where I lived for an extended period of a year or so. used to move the action on the door lock of a night. the YHA was in the woods and was an old shepherds dwelling. the ghost that the dog saw one bright morning and jumped under the beds to avoid it.

the day I visited my GF at the time (now wife), started pacing around infront of her and her brother and went into a rant for about 10 minutes about never leaving the door open and always locking it – always locking the front door, always keep the front door locked, never ever, ever leave the front door open or unlocked. I calmed down and then carried on like nothing happened , the brother did a bit of research and discovered that at some point in the recent past someone had walked off the street and killed the occupant in a random killing – they never found out who had committed the crime.

theres more but mainly its boring stuff like a community on the west bank of Palestine I lived on for a year and a half built on a huge graveyard, light turned on one night as I approached my house

the other thing is future echoes, you can often pick up future echoes of an event yet to happen by observing omens

my mother claims to be able to be able to astral travel but she doesn’t call it that, she doesn’t believe in it

my sisters sees ghosts walking around, she’s seen UFOs too, one time she saw one and it wasn’t until she pointed out exactly where it was and exactly what it was doing that the people with her saw it too.

I warned her to leave the place she was leaving when the lease ran out – I went into one of my rants about her leaving – must leave after the lease runs out, must leave but she didn’t – people don’t generally believe you or want to do much, they are lazy. anyway the heroin dealers over the fence stole her dog and threw it into a cage with their fighting dog and it tore it to shreds – I did tell her but she didn’t act on it.

the only person who ever listened to me was the lady I did the pool for years ago – I told her that I had had a dream and the door to the pool which was broken (I had repeatedly told her to get it fixed, every time I ever visited) would mean something very bad was going to happen (inferring her oldest child would enter the poo, and drown – I can still the vision of him face down in the water). she listened to me silently and a new fence and door was put up in weeks – the danger had passed.

its possible to change the future but only if the person wants to, they’ve got to change what they are doing and prevent the problem happening. its possible to change the future but most people will refuse to listen, refuse to listen, its just how people are.

to get to the YHA every night I would have to walk unaided by torchlight in the pitch black through a forest, no ghosts there, nor people. the serious nutcase will often go where people are and it is semi lonely to give them an opportunity anyone following me into the forest of a night would have backed out figuring I was leading them in.

one morning I could have sworn I saw a huge wolf clear the track in a jump

all up it would have been a couple of miles or more but you get used to the terrain, for a while I had walked the road but finally on halloween I suddenly felt as ease with the forest and never trod the road again, it was too noisy and dangerous. the forest was quiet and dark and quire relaxing to walk through even though you couldn’t see anything at at.

my step father told me about someone he knew in the RAF who had arrived at a base late one night and had been shown down to essentially an old functional bunker with one room

he had woken up during the night to find someone standing at the end of the bed , he moved/ shouted and the bloke just disappeared

RAF stations that had been hit by the Luftwaffe during the war might have used these rooms to store people or take people to during a raid if they had been hit

Once, but I was dreaming, because I woke up in my own bed. I just drifted off to sleep and dreamed I was in my bedroom when I saw a figure standing outside my bedroom window smoking a cigarette. I had a weird frightening sort of conversation with this person, then shook myself awake. Only to find I was in my bed and the figure outside the window wasn’t there. Bit of a nightmare was all it was.

the glass man

the installation inspector at the power authority told how he saw the glass man one day

his ex wife and himself had gone on holiday and the neighbour being alerted to someone moving around their house looked through the window and saw a glass man moving around the room looking at things in it. as in a man except completely translucent.

they dismissed it out of hand until his wife saw it and screamed one day – he laughed it off until one day he was asleep in the living room and woke to see the glass man moving around the room , when he called his wife the glass man disappeared

party_pants said:

Once, but I was dreaming, because I woke up in my own bed. I just drifted off to sleep and dreamed I was in my bedroom when I saw a figure standing outside my bedroom window smoking a cigarette. I had a weird frightening sort of conversation with this person, then shook myself awake. Only to find I was in my bed and the figure outside the window wasn’t there. Bit of a nightmare was all it was.

yes it was just a nightmare I wouldn’t worry about it, eating cheese and sometimes strange preservatives can cause strange dreams

I met a teacher one night at a YHA in wales

we got tipsy and basically offloaded a huge story where he and his ex GF had repeatedly had experiences where anything they left on the floor would accumulate water directly under it in the exact outline of the clothing, object left on the floor in their bedroom. I think they saw foot prints that were wet too. this happened wherever they moved.

one night he was looking at the record player and the plastic cover of the record where it would be played suddenly filled with smoke, he thought the thing had caught on fire , he rushed over and opened the plastic cover and all this water poured out of the record player lid, it had materialised inside it.

his GF was susceptible to seizures and finally one night without him realising she had succumbed to a seizure and drowned in the bath, the wetness went away

No comment.

I visited the snowy mountain scheme years ago to see friends

we were told about a ghost in one of the tunnels that led to a plate of steel holding back

so we drove down the tunnel checked out the plate then drove back half way down to the entrance and switched the engine and lights off

the four of us were sat there and I was game enough to wind my window down and put my hand out, I pulled it back eventually and just listened, suddenly I could hear foot steps and I started winding up my window

right that’s enough said the driver and he switched the engine and lights on and nothing could be seen

what made you do that, I said

I could hear you winding up your window at a million miles an hour, he said and figured something must have just happened

ah that’s right

91 mons avenue , maroubra

wookiemeister said:

ah that’s right

91 mons avenue , maroubra

that was the ghost house

its got a sand room underneath it

geez couldn’t even get a bite in this thread , with all the woo you’d think you’d get some good stories

bob(from black rock) said:

I haven’t myself, but people whose sanity I trust have, do you want to share your experiences here?

Only if you count having sex with a ghost.
No I don’t.

I wonder how you’d explain ghosts scientifically.

Cymek said:

I wonder how you’d explain ghosts scientifically.

double slit?

Cymek said:

I wonder how you’d explain ghosts scientifically.

You place them in the same box as fairies, unicorns and elves.

sibeen said:

Cymek said:

I wonder how you’d explain ghosts scientifically.

You place them in the same box as fairies, unicorns and elves.

Don’t put leprechauns in that box, there’ll be trouble.
Put leprechauns in a separate box.

Peak Warming Man said:

sibeen said:

Cymek said:

I wonder how you’d explain ghosts scientifically.

You place them in the same box as fairies, unicorns and elves.

Don’t put leprechauns in that box, there’ll be trouble.
Put leprechauns in a separate box.

Glad you keep a place special for me.

Apart from the night when everything flew off the fridge when mum’s uncle died, no.

Although, the other night I saw something in the sky that I can’t explain, but I live near an airport so it’s probably not that exciting.