Have you ever seen a ghost up close?
I have seen many ghosts. Each and every time, they have been different. From grotesque to human like. I like the human like ones the best. They aren't scary. I will share some experiences of directly seeing ghosts with my own eyes.
A few years back, some of my friends and I ( 3 girls and 3 guys, including me) were bored on Christmas eve, so we were out joyriding and going to some locally haunted locations. I live in Florida, but this night was unusually cold, freezing. I knew of a small wooden bridge that many people had gotten killed on, and this bridge is out in the middle of nowhere virtually. I really wanted to go there, just to say a prayer, because my friend died on this bridge as well, so we all agreed to go. What ensued was the most terrifying experience in my entire life. We finally arrived at the bridge, and the driver parked on the side of the road, and let the five of us out. He didn't want to get out of the car for some reason. So we are all standing on this bridge, it was approximately 11 pm by this point, and I started to get this very strange, overcoming feeling as I'm looking into the water. Then it happened. I saw something come out of the water and start heading up the river bank towards the bridge. I pointed and asked "what is that?" to which my friends had no clue either. As it got closer, I could see that it was translucent and as tall or taller than a human. It was emitting sounds like garbled radio frequency, and it's face was halfway gone. It also had no legs and looked to be wearing some sort of dress that was tattered looking. My friends started to scream and started running back towards the car... I was frozen. It kept getting closer, to the point where it was 5 feet away from me. Then it stopped. And was still trying to talk.... it was horrible. Then it got louder and I felt an overwhelming sense of evil, and that's when I felt a hand grab me and start pulling me toward the vehicle, in which I snapped out of the trance I was in and started running. It then kept floating towards us after I was halfway out of the car while it was in motion, trying to get in, which I did, and it was still following. I saw it for about a quarter of a mile out of the back glass as we were speeding away. This really happened, my friends and I still discuss it. I have never experienced anything so amazing or scary in my entire life. This was the moment I really believed.
The second experience, far different, I wrote this out on another forum about 8 years ago.
The house my parents just recently moved into is haunted, and the funny thing is is that it's only three years old. I have been staying here often on for a little while, and when I stay, I sleep and hang out in the "Florida room" which if you don't know what that is, it's a sealed room like any other but is more like a patio and has sliding glass doors leading out to it. Around a week ago, I was playing video games around 12:30 a.m. and everyone else was in their rooms sleeping. I kept seeing something move around in the living room from the corner of my eye(you can clearly see the big screen television in the living room from where I was sitting) to the point I had to pause the game and have a good look. To my surprise I saw a silhouette of a man standing in front of the big screen in the living room looking back at me! He kept tilting his head as if he were trying to get a better look and understanding of me and what he was seeing. I knew it wasn't a person rather quickly as I could see everything right through him, yet he was definitely one of the more defined apparitions people dream and wish to see. I decided it was time to walk into the living room to see if I could communicate somehow with him, and as soon as I opened the sliding glass door and walked into the room, all the hair on my my body stood up and the air felt very different. I guess the term for that is "charged". So I continue onward to where he is standing, and he starts to retreat backwards and actually went halfway through the wall and turned for one more glimpse, then made his way all the way through the wall leading to outside. I wasn't scared at all for some reason. Soon after the air felt normal and he was definitely gone.
Both of these experiences changed my life and helped shape my beliefs. Ghosts are as real as you or me.
Yes, I have. At that time I didn't realize it was a ghost. I was 5th grade at the time.
I forgot my homework at school and it needed to be done tomorrow. Luckily, my home was near from the school. I asked my brother (3 years older) to accompany me. It was afternoon, around 4-5 PM.
My class was located on the second floor at the right building. To cut the distance, I asked my brother to use the small staircase since it was nearer.
It was rarely used by people, because the first floor of the right building was for kindergarten and clinic only. After the kids went home, they would locked the front door so no one could passed.
Back to the story. That afternoon the front door of the right building was not locked. We went through it and used the stairs. As I went up, I could saw a girl stood and bowed her head faced the wall at the intersection corner (The stairs had an intersection around 1x1 meters).
She was young and had a braided twintails, wore a cream/white shirt and midi skirt. Her clothes seemed odd for me at that time, because no one around the school and my neighborhood wore that kind of clothes. The clothes looked old and outdated.
As we passed by, she was quiet and didn't move at all. I got curious and tried to peek from her leftside. I moved forward my head per inch but still couldn't saw her face at all, it was weird and I got scared. I thought she was a mental disorder patient (what an innocent thought). My brother kept trying to pull me away from her, he was scared from the first time he saw her.
We ran to my classroom, took the homework and went home as fast as we could. When we arrived at home, I blabbered to my sister about all of it. She said it was a ghost, the small staircase was famous for the spooky story in her grade.
Fast foward to 20XX. I asked my brother again about that incident, he said he didn't remember and I must be dreaming. He felt sure he never accompanied me that day! I started to doubt myself.
Thankfully, my sister comfirmed the story as true. She remembered we got scared and told her about it. I guess my brother get very scared and forget everything about it.
I have another stories but this one is the closest encounteur.
not sure if it was a ghost or just one of those things that has some rational explanations which escaped me.
When i was in college , we had internship in Kodaikanal, which is a hill station in Tamilnadu for our hotel management course , in a star hotel there. The plan was for a group of us to go down there and basically have fun. But as luck would have it, the day prior to our departure from college, we met with an accident , leaving all the boys who was to be there on the trip out of commission.
i had only a broken arm and so decided to accompany the 4 girls in our gang for the internship, since without a male chaperone, their parents was not keen on sending the girls alone.
The place where we stayed was a wooden cottage, tastefully done, which belonged to an uncle of one of the girls. It was some sort of a summer house and was vacant most of the year.
Due to my broken arms, i was not doing the internship. Once the girls go for the training, i used to grab a book from the book shelf and walk towards this old grave yard and sit on one of the graves and read. It was a very beautiful place . I used to be accompanied by this gentle St. Bernard dog, who used to be lying outside the cottage. While I read, it used to lie by my feet and when i walked back, used to accompany me back home.
In the afternoon, a young girl used to come to the house. I guess she comes in through the kitchen door at the back. Her name was Veena and she used to clean the place. She must have been around 19 years old, a bit on the plumb side and very innocently sweet. Due to my broken arms, I used to have trouble bathing and she once offered to help. Though it was a bit awkward for me, seeing that she had no other intention than to help me, i too kept the bathing non sexual. She used to spent a lot of time talking to me about this christian evangelist, Dinakaran , and wanted me to write a letter on her behalf to him , in English.
i do recall that i did.
Anyway, i wasnt there long. My arms got pretty bad and soon, i had to leave . My place was taken by another friend who came down to relieve me. Later i came to know that the girls did not complete the training and left the place due to some hassle with the locals there.
Years later. 23 to be precise. I went on a solo bike ride through Uttrakhand. Enroute i stayed at one of my my friend who was there with me. i told her about my walks to the grave yard with the dog and about Veena , mainly as a nostalgic recount of that training in Kodaikanal.
My friend looks at me with concern and says , ‘ Tys , there was never any dog or any maid when we stayed there. The place was vacant most of the time. There was no dog nor was there any maids. ‘
Not me,but i've heard about it somewhere... it was a fine evening when two friends decided to go for a movie,23-year old women named jyoti singh and her friend awindra pratap pandey were returning home after watching life of pi in saket,south delhi. They broaded an off-duty charter bus for dwarka that was being driven by joyriders at about 9.30 pm(ist).There were only six others at the bus.One of the men, a minor, had called for passengers telling them that the bus was going towards their destination.Pandey became suspicious when the bus deviated from its normal route and its doors were shut. When he objected, the group of six men already on board, including the driver, taunted the couple, asking what they were doing alone at such a late hour.During the argument, a scuffle ensued between Pandey and the group of men. He was beaten, gagged and knocked unconscious with an iron rod. The men then dragged Jyoti to the rear of the bus, beating her with the rod and raping her while the bus driver continued to drive. Medical reports later said that she suffered serious injuries to her abdomen, intestines and genitals due to the assault, and doctors said that the damage indicated that a blunt object (suspected to be the iron rod) may have been used for penetration.That rod was later described by police as being a rusted, L-shaped implement of the type used as a wheel jack handle.
According to police reports Jyoti attempted to fight off her assailants, biting three of the attackers and leaving bite marks on the accused men.
After the beatings and rape ended, the attackers threw both victims from the moving bus. Then the bus driver allegedly tried to drive the bus over Jyoti, but she was pulled aside by her male friend. One of the perpetrators later cleaned the vehicle to remove evidence. Police impounded it the next day.
The partially clothed victims were found on the road by a passerby at around 11 pm (IST). The passerby called the Delhi Police, who took the couple to Safdarjung Hospital, where Jyoti was given emergency treatment and placed on mechanical ventilation.
She was found with injury marks, including numerous bite marks, all over her body. According to reports, one of the accused men admitted to having seen a rope-like object, assumed to be her intestines, being pulled out of the woman by the other assailants on the bus. Two blood-stained metal rods were retrieved from the bus and medical staff confirmed that "it was penetration by this that caused massive damage to her genitals, uterus and intestines".
They were ghost cloaked above human face... people supported her,prayed for her,marched for her,cried for her... but she ended up giving her life... such ghosts have no fear of being punished...they even worship god,look like us but have no heart.
you know how ghosts look like???
Yes I have. And to this day, it gives me the creeps.
I was barely 5 years old. My Amma(mom) , elder sister and I had just shifted to Coimbatore from Trivandrum ((my Achan(dad) had been staying in Coimbatore for close to a year before that)). We reached by the evening train, and the Lorry with all our stuff would reach only the next day. So that night, my sister and I slept in my parents room; my parents slept on the bed and my mom set up a make-shift bed for my sister and me on the floor next to their cot. We all slept early.
My sister and I were lying down facing the door (where my dad had hung curtains; he had been living in this house for the past year). I woke up sometime during the night and that's when I thought I saw someone standing behind the curtain. It was like a silhouette, but at the same time, three dimensional enough to make out it was a She. I was too young to be afraid, so I sat, cross-legged, looking at her. She was tall, hefty, seemed to have curly hair upto her waist and was wearing sth like a nighty. I wasn't sure if she was facing me, or if it was her back towards me, but she just stood there. After sitting up for a while and looking at her, I lay down again and continued watching, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Next morning, I mentioned the previous night's events in great clarity to my parents. While my mom looked puzzled and even slightly worried, my dad just made light of the whole episode .
We spent close to six years in coimbatore. I never saw her again, nor did the topic ever come up in our family.
Dad then got transferred to Kochi where we spent five years. One evening over tea, I mentioned this incident, only this time, dad didn't tease me about it. Turned out the very reason he got that apartment was because there was a rumor in the locality that a woman had died there under unnatural circumstances. The day I mentioned this, it did shock him,but as he didn't want to scare anybody, he chose to keep quiet.
Needless to say, from that day on, I have been terrified of ghosts,horror movies and anything even remotely paranormal.
Back in my US Army days I was stationed at Ft Bliss TX, more specifically my unit was attached to Biggs Army Airfield. The landscape at Biggs is mostly rocks and weeds. There are some buildings but they are pretty spread out with several blocks of rock/weed fields between each. I was out for a run, by myself and enjoying the peace and quiet of a pre-dawn West Texas morning. I was sort of lost in my own world for a moment watching the desert start to light up as the sun crept under the horizon and my legs pumped up and down as if on autopilot. I was never exactly sure what people meant by the term "runners high" but I'd imagine that was where I was at the time.
In the budding light I noticed someone running towards me along the same road. I hadn't noticed him earlier, but it was also pretty dark when I started my run so I didn't think anything of it. I did however note that he was wearing the old PT uniform. At that time the official US Army Physical Training uniform was light grey shorts and shirt with ARMY in black, block letters across the chest. This was what I was wearing at the time. My new running mate was wearing OD green shorts and a plain t-shirt. This was not that unusual either. I had seen some of the "old timers" wearing these uniforms before. This guy didn't look that old but a lot of fitness minded people tend to look younger than their age.
Biggs Army Airfield is home to the US Army Sergeant Majors Academy, achieving the rank of Sergeant Major takes time and effort so there is additional training required. My first thought was that this was probably someone attending the academy. However, my unit was gearing up for a change in command so we were expecting a number of senior officers to be arriving. There was also the possibility that he could be a new commander. It might not seem very important, but at the time it was a major concern because if I didn't know this man's rank then I didn't know how to address him; Sir? Sergeant? Chief? I decided to play it safe and simply gave a crisp, clear "Good morning!"
This poor guy must have been having his own private "runners high" going on because I don't think he noticed me before I spoke. His head whipped around and his eyes went wide! He looked at me, down at my uniform and back to my face, all with a look of complete shock. He looked me straight in the eye and we both maintained eye contact as we passed each other. I don't know what was going through his mind, but I suddenly felt bad for scaring the bejeezus out of him. Worse is that if this guy was my new CO it could be very akward when I meet him later today. I decided to simply turn around, run up along side him and say "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you like that. I'm Specialist Smith." I did a quick u-turn, what football players call a button hook, and he was gone.
There were no trees, cars, bushes or anything else he could be hiding behind. The nearest buildings were the gym and the officers club, both several blocks away. I saw this man, I looked him right in the eye then less than a second later he had vanished and I was standing in the middle of the road, all by myself surrounded by empty rock fields.
Yes. I've told all of these stories in other Quora posts in detail.
My most recent encounter was with a dark human shaped blob of black energy who was male, he stuck his face in my face and said "get them the fuck away from me". He apparently didn't like my roommates. Gina Vincenza's answer to Have you ever witnessed something you believed was supernatural?
During a trip to the beach I saw the transparent body of a naked female floating face down in the ocean next to me. She had long red hair. I later found out she was a murder victim from several years earlier who's body floated up onto the beach in front of my friend's condo. Gina Vincenza's answer to What are the creepiest paranormal experiences one ever had?
I saw a ghost standing in the corner of the bedroom at my friends house. Later that night I felt someone get into bed with me, I could feel and hear the mattress compress, when I rolled over to look behind me nothing was there. Hours later when I went to get out of bed I was pushed hard and fast off the bed. The next morning I was riding in the car with my friend and asked him if they'd seen any ghosts at their house. He said yes and she can be quite mean.
I've woken in middle of the night to find various kinds of spirits and entities in my bedroom. I have come to believe all of these episodes were actually me getting stuck in an Astral Projection or Out of Body Experience (OBE) because I was having sleep paralysis and on some occasions I was levitating above my bed and could see myself sleeping below. Gina Vincenza's answer to What is it like to experience sleep paralysis?
- one entity looked like the unibomber walked into my room, laid down on the bed and then disappeared
- another's floated in from the hallway looking like the grim reaper, pointed at me
- a little girl and a tall light being showed up one night and asked me to go with them
- the most recent OBE episode was a group of 4 odd looking people, One was dressed in a lab coat and was bald, the others weren't as clearly defined.
I can never seem to get past this point of going anywhere with them beyond the bedroom.
I believe energies like these exist on other timelines and dimensions and when our vibrations line up we can see them, hear them, feel them, smell them because they've popped into the perception of our reality.
Yes, but I often regret sharing the story.
It does come back to haunt you, so to speak.
I am semi-retired now and I no longer care.
Twenty-five years ago, I went to a conference in the north Georgia Mountains. We stayed at an old farmhouse converted into an inn.
We overbooked the place, so I agreed to sleep on a cot rolled onto the second-story veranda. No one drank that night, I know for certain, because we asked. The front desk told us no liquor stores around for 50 miles.
Five of us played Trivial Pursuit, and went to bed.
Twice that night, I dreamed an infuriated little girl stood at the foot of the cot, rattling the frame. The first time it happened, I shot up in bed, thinking what a weird dream, but I managed to fall asleep again. The second time, it spooked me. I have never dreamed the same dream twice.
I used this experience in my second novel, embellished for dramatic effect:
"My pen trembles and my handwriting leaps illegible on the page, recollecting the wretched little girl, how her bony fingers gripped, rattling the bed frame. Her hideous vision emerged in spectral shapes, egg whites poached in boiling water. I recall her skeletal grimace and her malnourished corpse. Her pulsing and marbled veins, deprived of light and sustenance; the slaughtered and throbbing heart. Cobwebbed vessels coalesced around its black clenched fist. The voided eye sockets, the long albino hair, matted in putrid grave dirt and dried blood. She wore a formal but somber white gown. Did she miss her own funeral?"
This time, I slept through the next morning.
Two colleagues slept in the rooms adjacent to the veranda.
The next morning, I wandered downstairs to breakfast, and discovered them sitting together at a table, staring at me bewildered and concerned. Both had awakened to the sound of my bed rattling violently.
One reported he thought I was having seizures (which has never happened in my life). According to him, he came into my room, found me awake, staring up at the ceiling. Apparently, he asked "are you okay?"
He said I replied "fine," but I do not remember.
I started to tell them about my weird dreams. The proprietor at the inn overheard our conversation, sidled up to our table and asked...
"Oh, so you saw her?"
To make a long story short, my dreams comported with the experiences of many quests before me. He summoned a waitress over to our table who had seen her. She asked, "what time did it happen?"
I had no idea, but one of my colleagues recalled looking at his alarm clock, and claimed it was three in the morning. She went ashen and stammered,
"That's when I saw her...."
When I tell this story, I receive a range of responses, from a sneering close friend, who said "so you think you are psychic?" I am not psychic as far as I know.
One doctor labeled me "psychotic" based on this one experience.
It infuriates me to this day. I cannot tolerate their narrow diagnostic lens. I hope their sphincters are not as tight, but I bet they are cramped and flatulent quacks.
Did it hurt me? Nope
Is it a consistent experience? Nope.
Did I think I saw a ghost when it happened? Nope.
Did we converse? Nope.
The experience so spooked me, I returned to my apartment in Atlanta, and slept with the lights on for three nights, praying to never see a ghost again. I used to wonder, was she trying to warn me about something? Over time, I have come to believe she was pissed that we rearranged the furniture!
One guy got up in my face, flustered nonsensical, calling me a liar. We were at dinner with a group of friends. I simply stood, excused myself, and left.
I remember another eerie experience, but I did not see or hear anything.
Two decades ago, I attended a fundraising event at the notoriously haunted Charleston Jail, founded as a work camp for runaway slaves in 1680. The existing building opened its doors in 1802. Pirates, slaves, Union soldiers and most famously, America's first female serial killer, Lavinia Fisher, were imprisoned and tortured in this colonial prison. Some of her story is more legend, but historical records show she was hanged there.
That night, the large crowd of drunken people enervated me.
No one else wanted to accompany me, so I wandered upstairs alone to visit an art exhibit. The second story was empty, except for me. With no bar or buffet, there was no one else on the second floor.
I turned left into this room, and it felt like I walked into a microwave oven. The air thickened and electric, bristling with menacing energy.
It stunned me enough that I balked at the door.
I thought, note to self, "this is your imagination and it will not get the better of you." So I forced myself to walk to the furthest corner of the room, examining an African mask on display. The malevolent energy intensified.
I lasted about fifteen seconds, rushed out the room, so unnerved I went straight home. Was it my imagination? Perhaps. Do you know what it reminded me of? Have you ever been to the tip-top of the Eiffel tower? All that prehistoric groaning, the huge old gears and rusted iron, leaning in the wind, climbing 1,000 feet above Paris. It came with the same surreal vertigo.
Personally, I have come to believe that some places hold energy.
Are ghosts dead people? If I ever get the chance to ask, which I hope never happens, I will pose the question and let you know.
What confounds me?
There are millions of lucid, functional people with ghost encounters. According the Pew Research Center, eighteen percent (18%) of Americans alone (56,000,000) claim to have seen a ghost, and 40–45% believe in them. That figure is slightly higher than then percentage of the population smoking cigarettes. The preponderance of eye-witness testimony would win hands down in a truly objective court.
Yet, most critics go to church on Sunday, claim to believe in an afterlife, but sneer at the paranormal, demanding scientific evidence for universal human experiences beyond the scope of their conventional religious beliefs. I call it "contempt prior to investigation," and scientists suffer from the same bias.
Maybe worse. People can think I am nuts if they want.
I have stopped giving a royal shit.
At least I am not a cowardly hypocrite.
It happened. What is it and what does it mean?
I will never know.