Ghosts (or the paranormal) - do you believe....

[meriad]

... and a bit of an odd question

someone was asking on another forum about problems with their cat (sudden unexplained tail twitching and then attaching) .... they also explained that they've also experienced - what I would consider - paranormal activity within their house, but mainly since their 17 year old daughter moved back into the house. I do believe in Ghosts, or rather will do until someone can 100% prove they don't exist and I believe my flat has one - but a happy one.

The questions I have - is it true that teens are more susceptible to paranormal activities due to their hormonal changes etc and also if you suspect there is an unwelcome spirit in your house that one can / should open the front door and very firmly ask said person to leave?


To those who don't believe then this will obviously be a very 'ha ha ha' question but .... just wondering

[Diflower]

I used to see a ghost as a child, didn't really know what a ghost was so couldn't be explained as anything else
As a teenager no, we were in a different, much newer house.

Bb's flat had what we called a pootergeist, random things would happen, mostly the computer would turn itself on, but once there was an almighty bang! in the middle of the room, we were both in there.
I was at the pc, with my back to him on the sofa, watching tv. We both thought it came from somewhere in between us, it was like a lightbulb exploding, but we couldn't find any explanation at all

[Workingman]

I don't believe in ghosts, but....

It is scientific fact that every electron in the Universe is connected. When one changes its state all the others have to change theirs to accommodate it. Gravity is also a Universal constant, so is the speed of light. Dark energy and dark matter are also Universal.

Energy can not be made or destroyed, only changed.

It is not impossible that our thoughts or actions, which are electrical impulses, are 'remembered' by the Universe when we die. Whether teenagers are more susceptible to their resonances is debatable.

BTW it is not an 'ha ha ha' question.

[JoM]

I definitely believe. In the shop I used to manage, which was a very old building, I could feel a presence and knew exactly what, or who, I would see if it made itself clear to me and then one day one of my staff saw someone and it was just as I'd imagined and in exactly the place I couldn't bear to look but always felt I was being watched from. I'd never said anything about what I felt so she couldn't have known.

In our old house, without going into detail, something happened just a few days after my father in law died which made me wonder if he'd paid us a visit, and also at that house Joe saw something in his room.

[Diflower]

Ooh yes, my mum was a telephonist. She'd been trained on the original manual switchboards and was loaned to Hindhead exchange for their last two years.

The building was very old, the exchange room was quite small but there was also a kitchen, and a few other rooms that were by then not for anything in particular. I was only 11 when she went to work there, so in the school holidays she'd sometimes take me with her. I loved it, it was all put the pegs in, there was still 'Hindhead 1' as a phone number...anyway.
I went downstairs one day to get the four ladies' cups of tea from the kitchen and went into the room next door, to have a look, as you do, thinking nothing of it.
As soon as I went in, I looked to see if the window was open as it was chilly, and there was a draft. I thought someone passed me to go out of the door but didn't see anyone.
When I took the teas upstairs Mum took one look at me and asked what was wrong, of course I said nothing, but later she told me that no-one liked going in the room next to the kitchen and they were sure there was a ghost went from there to the stairs and back again.

[miasmum]

I believe in ghosts, but as I have been taken to task for not having any interest in the pope, then maybe I should keep quiet before I get dunked

[meriad]

Shell I shouldn't but

[Kaz]

I definitely do! I apologise to anyone who ahs heard this story before as I have shared it on other forums, but the basement flat my first H and I had was haunted. The lady who had lived in it before us, and who had in fact died there suddenly just before we moved into it, was a medium and had told our landlady, who was in fact her cousin, that she would return to see her We didn't know that when we took the flat.....................

The flat was basement - well semi-basement really as it was an old Georgian terrace in West London and garden level at the back of the house - so you would expect it be be cold but the place always had a spooky feel to me. I am not the sort of person who minds being alone normally, in fact I have lived alone since then once or twice and enjoyed jt, but in that place I always needed the radio or TV on for company and always felt nervous.

When our baby was born things started to happen - the radio would go on and off on its own. Chillingly once or twice C's carry cot would be facing the opposite way on its stand, ie head to foot when neither of us had touched it, and weirdly I started to get 'flashes' of almost psychically knowing who would be on the end of the phone when it rang, or who would be at the door when that rang.......it was all very strange but what really really freaked me out was the day that I was standing alone in the kitchen and a small bottle flew very slowly - at about half the speed that it would if it had fallen - right up into an arc and landed gently right at my feet I grabbed C and his things and spent the rest of the day in the park and shops until I knew S was due home from work Not long after that we moved, to go up North with S's job, and just before we left I chatted to the landlady about what had happened.

"Oh that would just be Binnie, she said, she died very suddenly in your flat and always promised to come back if she passed................"

Our house in Egham had a poltergeist I think - things would move or become lost - until we asked nicely for them to be returned when they always would be................... That never scared me at all

[meriad]

I haven't heard that one before Kaz - wow! I'd have run a mile and never come back. Thankfully nothing like that has happened to me

[JoM]

Shell

Kaz - I'd have ran too!

I know I've told my story about the shop before and also the one about John's Dad. I've just remembered another experience though. Or experiences as there are a few which are linked.

When Joe was about 3 he came to me and said, quite simply, "I died in the war." I asked some gentle questions and he told me his name had been Billy and he'd died during a war, he was 15 and wasn't killed in the war but had been ill and died because of that. I managed to work out that he was talking about World War 1 I think.
A few months later a friend was singing in a club in Sloane Square and a few of us had gone along to give some support. Two friends had booked into a hotel next to the club (can't think of either the hotel or club names now but both were in Sloane Sq). One of these two friends - C - is a clairvoyant and there was only myself and C in the room and we were chatting and I said something like "Joe told me something strange...he said he died in the war..." and at that she put her hand up to stop me and said "Say no more...", she paused for a minute and then said "did he tell you his name?" and I told her that he did. She said "Was it Billy?" and she then went on to tell me what he'd told me. Joe's middle name is, incidentally, William.
Ten minutes later as I was sitting on the bed and C was in a chair, she leaned around me and said hello to the man sitting on the bed behind me...WHAT MAN??? We were alone in the room!
On another occasion I said in her presence that I wished my Grandparents could've met Tom and Joe, just general chit chat really. She told me that they know them...and a little while later she said to me that my Nan was with her and she said she could eat me. My Nan died when I was 7, my sister and I were the only grandchildren and were spoiled with attention and affection and one of my strongest memories of my Nan is that everytime I visited we'd cuddle up in her armchair and she'd squeeze me and say "Ooooh I could eat you!" That was something I'd never told anyone, and never had any need to tell anyone, yet C passed on that message from my Nan to me.