Ghosts? Are you a believer? I didn't really until this happened..

ChroniC said:
It's the ludricous specificity of the ghost. They always seem to fit the mentality of the person who wants to believe..

They always seem to be a lady in a long dress from the 1800 or a Soldier etc from the last 200 years because it fits the romantic fantasy of the place your staying etc..

Thousands of people die in hospitals, yet they aren't riddled with giatric ghosts in wheelchairs, hundreds of thousands of people died in field during wars, yet there not roaming the countryside.. Thousands of people have died in car crashes but there's not some headless guy holding his cycle helmet on the M34 roundabout.

It's never takes into account the boring nature of what a ghost would be if it was a real thing. It only ever fits the expected nature that is learnt from movies and hearsay.

Why is it always breathing that a ghost can make a sound of, but they can go Dave, Dave wake up, I want to have a chat..
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Well said. Why is everything so cryptic in the spirit world from Ouija boards to anything that came out of Derek Acorah's mouth. And why isn't he, or his spirit guide 'Sam' reaching out to us.

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philstanbridge said:
I'm a "Swim-Dad". So I'm frequently up and about at 4am/5am. Both my boys swim, and they (and me!) have early starts several days a week. So it's not unusual for me to be wide awake. In fact, I'm so used to it now that I no longer need to set an alarm. I don't know if that's a good thing?!??

I'm also not a big drinker. Alcohol was definitely enjoyed, but not to blame here.
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You probably don't have a few beers before taking your lads swimming and if you're not a big drinker and had a few beers then even more reaosn to suspect alcohol was a factor here.

People often don't fully realise how much it is affecting them, not saying you were black out drunk or stumbling into people etc.. but just that alcohol absoltely impacts your sleep. combine that with a strange environment + someone else being in the room and it's the obvous explanation here.

It's a much more plausible explanaiton that any pseudoscientific "ghost" claim.
 
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BennoUK said:
I can never understand why people are so closed minded to it, are they afraid or something? Electricity would have essentially been magic to us 300 years ago, but science caught up and now look. What if quantum mechanics or string theory will one day explain it? Personal I think maybe space time is folded on itself and the nodes where it touches might see time ‘echo’s’ or something like that.
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Its not about being closed minded. We have to live in the reality we know today, not 300 years in the future.
As it currently stands ghosts are impossible due to the laws of thermodynamics. So if you believe in ghosts, or think they are possible you are basically saying that you don't believe in science at all.

You can obviously think what you like, but when its so devoid of any concept of reality it just comes across as nonsense.
Bear in mind that there is a wide acknowledgement that the theory of relativity whilst not complete due to issues like dark matter, it is also not wrong.

Electricity btw was first theorised in 600 BC and whilst we are at it no people didn't use to believe the earth was flat.. we had that figured out in 500BC. The human race is more intelligent than you imply.
 
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I think when we use the ghost word we're being presumptive.

I think the real question is, did something unusual happen?

For example the out of body experiences some people describe can be recreated using electricity passing through the brain. The human body is electric. We know when we die the brain creates high level readings, as proven when someone died while hooked up to a brain scan machine.

So these incidents could be clouds of electricity floating around and our senses read it in a certain way.
 
DJMK4 said:
My nan and grandad (my nan is no longer alive) she owned a Wotnot (a really really old cabinet) , this was back in the 70's or 80's

They had to get it smashed up, as apparently there was some really bizaar knocking noises that was coming from it

We have a news article that it was in and she was featured in about it.

How true it was i don’t know, however my family would not be sort of type to go to a news paper and feed them a random story like that


It was basically some really bad knocking that would happen throughout certain parts of the day
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Could have been death watch beetle inside.
 
I don't believe in ghosts but did have some very strange experiences in my parents house.

What is the creepiest thing to have ever happened to you?

Oh wait no, I remember... I was about 18 and the phone rang, I picked it up and a whisper came across "they sleep now" and the line went dead. I always wonder whether I will receive the call where they wake. That is not dead which can eternal lie And with strange aeons even death may die
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I believe in ghost or spirits what ever you want to call them. Years ago I would have said I wasn’t a believer and would always find a scientific answer. But I have experienced a few things myself.
We lived in an old Georgian mansion that got converted into flats. The building was also used to house wounded soldiers after returning from WW1, I heard some weird stuff that in that place.
We all had another experience in another flat, was strange we had cloths on clotheshorse. Our very young daughter was giggling and what looked like she was playing with someone else in the room kept having weird cold spots. When she fell asleep, one item on the clotheshorse started moving, swaying like in a breeze. But the widows were closed and it was just one item.
It got weirder when we started talking between the two of us about how it looked like she was playing with someone. The item started to sway faster, but nothing else moved. My wife then started to ask questions and the item would move, in response. Was super weird.
 
inflames said:
I believe in ghost or spirits what ever you want to call them. Years ago I would have said I wasn’t a believer and would always find a scientific answer. But I have experienced a few things myself.
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OK.

inflames said:
We lived in an old Georgian mansion that got converted into flats. The building was also used to house wounded soldiers after returning from WW1, I heard some weird stuff that in that place.
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This is the kind of preface that highlights the absurdity of seeing things which are not there (see also post #106 in this thread)

inflames said:
We all had another experience in another flat, was strange we had cloths on clotheshorse. Our very young daughter was giggling and what looked like she was playing with someone else in the room kept having weird cold spots. When she fell asleep, one item on the clotheshorse started moving, swaying like in a breeze. But the widows were closed and it was just one item.
It got weirder when we started talking between the two of us about how it looked like she was playing with someone. The item started to sway faster, but nothing else moved. My wife then started to ask questions and the item would move, in response. Was super weird.
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Young kids, and people are tired, and your memory of what actually happened may or may not be 100%.
 
[FnG]magnolia said:
OK.


This is the kind of preface that highlights the absurdity of seeing things which are not there (see also post #106 in this thread)



Young kids, and people are tired, and your memory of what actually happened may or may not be 100%.
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I total agree with your points and have no proof to counter them. I would always say the moving item being caused but a draft or heat rising etc. But the heating wasn’t on at the time and windows shut. Your right though it was a tiring time, potentially sleep deprived etc.
 
After leaving college, my brother got a summer job in a cheese factory in a little place called Nether Stowey, down there on the Quantock Hills.

They provided accommodation and he had a room in the old Manor House.

Anyway, he arrived on Sunday night, ready for a Monday morning start and was shown to his room by a lady who explained that she would be leaving him alone and would see him in the morning.

He said he found the place spooky and was quite unsettled by being there on his own & he decided to go to bed and get an early night.

Feeling restless, he struggled to get to sleep but while he was tossing and turning, he had the most terrifying experience.

Suddenly, his duvet was torn of his bed, as if by an invisible hand, and thrown to the other side of the room.

In a state of panic, he fumbled for the bedside lamp, switched it on and proceeded to look around for an explanation. There was nobody there.

Next day, after a fitful night’s sleep with the lights on, he went down into the dairy to begin his shift and related his experience to his line manager who laughed and told him he’d had a visit from Old Scroatie, the resident poltergeist.

“Thou’s not the first and thou’s bain’t gonna be the last” she cackled.

He promptly booked himself into a local boarding house for the remainder of his stint there.

Personally, I can’t help feeling that some prankster had tied some nylon cord to his duvet and gave a good yank from the other side of the door and swiftly disappeared. All part of some initiation ritual, such things weren’t unheard of back then although normally it involved something along the lines of being stripped naked and shrink wrapped in clingfilm on the packing line.
 
That Jekka Gal said:
After leaving college, my brother got a summer job in a cheese factory in a little place called Nether Stowey, down there on the Quantock Hills.

They provided accommodation and he had a room in the old Manor House.

Anyway, he arrived on Sunday night, ready for a Monday morning start and was shown to his room by a lady who explained that she would be leaving him alone and would see him in the morning.

He said he found the place spooky and was quite unsettled by being there on his own & he decided to go to bed and get an early night.

Feeling restless, he struggled to get to sleep but while he was tossing and turning, he had the most terrifying experience.

Suddenly, his duvet was torn of his bed, as if by an invisible hand, and thrown to the other side of the room.

In a state of panic, he fumbled for the bedside lamp, switched it on and proceeded to look around for an explanation. There was nobody there.

Next day, after a fitful night’s sleep with the lights on, he went down into the dairy to begin his shift and related his experience to his line manager who laughed and told him he’d had a visit from Old Scroatie, the resident poltergeist.

“Thou’s not the first and thou’s bain’t gonna be the last” she cackled.

He promptly booked himself into a local boarding house for the remainder of his stint there.

Personally, I can’t help feeling that some prankster had tied some nylon cord to his duvet and gave a good yank from the other side of the door and swiftly disappeared. All part of some initiation ritual, such things weren’t unheard of back then although normally it involved something along the lines of being stripped naked and shrink wrapped in clingfilm on the packing line.
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This is the worst self-insert fanfiction I've ever read and I've read them all*

Minus 10 points.

* not true
 
That Jekka Gal said:
After leaving college, my brother got a summer job in a cheese factory in a little place called Nether Stowey, down there on the Quantock Hills.

They provided accommodation and he had a room in the old Manor House.

Anyway, he arrived on Sunday night, ready for a Monday morning start and was shown to his room by a lady who explained that she would be leaving him alone and would see him in the morning.

He said he found the place spooky and was quite unsettled by being there on his own & he decided to go to bed and get an early night.

Feeling restless, he struggled to get to sleep but while he was tossing and turning, he had the most terrifying experience.

Suddenly, his duvet was torn of his bed, as if by an invisible hand, and thrown to the other side of the room.

In a state of panic, he fumbled for the bedside lamp, switched it on and proceeded to look around for an explanation. There was nobody there.

Next day, after a fitful night’s sleep with the lights on, he went down into the dairy to begin his shift and related his experience to his line manager who laughed and told him he’d had a visit from Old Scroatie, the resident poltergeist.

“Thou’s not the first and thou’s bain’t gonna be the last” she cackled.

He promptly booked himself into a local boarding house for the remainder of his stint there.

Personally, I can’t help feeling that some prankster had tied some nylon cord to his duvet and gave a good yank from the other side of the door and swiftly disappeared. All part of some initiation ritual, such things weren’t unheard of back then although normally it involved something along the lines of being stripped naked and shrink wrapped in clingfilm on the packing line.
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On Saturday I asked my wife to bring up the remainder of my Dairylea cheese slices. She brought them up and I ate them. We went to bed, didn’t think anything of it.

Went I opened the fridge the next morning, there was a slice left in there.

I asked her “… did you bring up all the cheese slices yesterday? There’s one in here.”

“Yeah, I brought them all up.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

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Nitefly said:
On Saturday I asked my wife to bring up the remainder of my Dairylea cheese slices. She brought them up and I ate them. We went to bed, didn’t think anything of it.

Went I opened the fridge the next morning, there was a slice left in there.

I asked her “… did you bring up all the cheese slices yesterday? There’s one in here.”

“Yeah, I brought them all up.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

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Your wife is a demnon.
 
That Jekka Gal said:
After leaving college, my brother got a summer job in a cheese factory in a little place called Nether Stowey, down there on the Quantock Hills.

They provided accommodation and he had a room in the old Manor House.

Anyway, he arrived on Sunday night, ready for a Monday morning start and was shown to his room by a lady who explained that she would be leaving him alone and would see him in the morning.

He said he found the place spooky and was quite unsettled by being there on his own & he decided to go to bed and get an early night.

Feeling restless, he struggled to get to sleep but while he was tossing and turning, he had the most terrifying experience.

Suddenly, his duvet was torn of his bed, as if by an invisible hand, and thrown to the other side of the room.

In a state of panic, he fumbled for the bedside lamp, switched it on and proceeded to look around for an explanation. There was nobody there.

Next day, after a fitful night’s sleep with the lights on, he went down into the dairy to begin his shift and related his experience to his line manager who laughed and told him he’d had a visit from Old Scroatie, the resident poltergeist.

“Thou’s not the first and thou’s bain’t gonna be the last” she cackled.

He promptly booked himself into a local boarding house for the remainder of his stint there.

Personally, I can’t help feeling that some prankster had tied some nylon cord to his duvet and gave a good yank from the other side of the door and swiftly disappeared. All part of some initiation ritual, such things weren’t unheard of back then although normally it involved something along the lines of being stripped naked and shrink wrapped in clingfilm on the packing line.
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Nitefly said:
On Saturday I asked my wife to bring up the remainder of my Dairylea cheese slices. She brought them up and I ate them. We went to bed, didn’t think anything of it.

Went I opened the fridge the next morning, there was a slice left in there.

I asked her “… did you bring up all the cheese slices yesterday? There’s one in here.”

“Yeah, I brought them all up.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

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Sherlock investigates.

- The remainder of the item, not the item itself (CLUE)
- Bait and Switch, "she brought them up ...", interspersed with "I" and "We" and colloquial "bed, [missed descriptor], didn't think etc etc. (CLUE)

Elementary.
 
Off the back of this thread i was watching some youtube videos last night


these so called spirit boxes (that are used to try and communicate)

these are basically just radio frequency scanners that sweeps various radio frequencies every couple of seconds, it could pick up a radio station and if someone is broadcasting something within a 1-2 second period, its is audible on the device, people then believe this is the communication of a spirit ?



the other way is people try and use EVP methods (Electronic voice phenomenon) recording sessions
 
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