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Originally posted by diggy
heres a question for the people who have actually seen ghosts before.. are they transperant or solid or what? i dont understand
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We used to live in a huge old house that was rumored to be haunted. I *saw* a ghost there only once -- and yes, it was sort of transparent. To me, it was like looking at a film projected onto a rippling sheet, and you could see through it. I was in the upstairs bathroom, reading a magazine, and I looked up and saw a woman standing in front of me. She was dressed sort of 40's-style, and her head was turned at a weird angle, like her neck was broken. I saw her, dropped the magazine, and if I recall correctly, said "Fuck ME!" really loud. When she heard my voice -- now this is what it seemed like to me, okay -- her eyes just rolled up in her head and I heard this creep moaning noise.
That was it, man. I booked out of there and ran downstairs.
Later on, I was alone in the house, lying on the couch taking a nap (trying to, at least), and I heard a phone start to ring upstairs. It was a funny ring, though -- more like a bell than a beep, which is what all our phones at that time did, it sounded like the phones we had when I was a kid. It rang three times, and as it was ringing, I heard footsteps cross the floor upstairs, as if someone was answering the phone, and then it stopped. No more rining, no more footsteps.
That started to happen a lot -- same sequence of noises, once or twice a day, like a loop playing out. There was other stuff, too, like doors not staying shut, even though I made sure the latch caught and tested them later to see if they would open if you pushed on them -- I thought the cats might be doing it. Stuff would disappear and then be found later on, lying in the middle of the bed or sitting out in the floor, when I knew damn well that it (one time it was my checkbook, another time it was a coffee mug) hadn't been there before.
I asked around, and I found out the house'd been built by an old man who used the downstairs area as a barn, and only lived in an upstairs apartment. There had also been a woman who had fallen off the upstairs balcony and died -- maybe she was the woman I saw with the broken neck? I finally decided that the reason the upstairs doors didn't stay shut was because there were gas heaters in every room, and whoever our ghost was was worried that carbon monoxide gas would build up in the rooms. Nothing really moved around or was heard/seen downstairs, which made sense to me, since the upstairs was the living quarters. Apparently, the only things that would have haunted us downstairs were the ghosts of the old man's farm dogs or a spectral work truck.
Anyway, I'v got a few other stories about that house, if anyone wants to hear them...