Do You Believe In Ghosts?

[KevinmH9]

No. I'm not talking about BYH's presence in the bedroom, either. ;D

So I'm walking downstairs towards the kitchen about 20 minutes ago. My path to the kitchen takes me past the doorway to the basement. Because it's approaching 3 a.m., the house is generally dark other than the light above the stove that I'll usually kept lit just in case I need to go downstairs for something.

I walk into the kitchen and reach into the refrigerator for something to drink when I hear an eerie moan of sorts coming FROM THE BASEMENT. Now, there's nothing down there but the furnace and your typical, cliche basement mess.

There's no ****ing way the furnace made that sound.

I didn't even get my drink. I closed the refrigerator and darted upstairs.

Any of you got any stories?

 

[GB-Hack]

Uh, no.

 

[friend of a friend]

Funny how these things never happen during the middle of the day.

I guess ghosts sleep then.

 

[sportschick]

This is more my mother's story than mine, but here goes.

My parents bought an old house (1840s era) that had been cut up into apartments. It had the creepiest basement I have ever been in, and it wasn't that the basement was darker or had lower ceilings or anything really different from any other basement I've been in. It was the feeling the area gave off.

One afternoon, my mom had to go down there to turn off the water to one of the apartments that she and I were renovating. She came up white as a sheet, and said when she'd turned the corner on the staircase, she'd seen the shadow of a body swinging from one of the beams in the basement, like somebody hanged themselves.

Neither of us ever went down there again. We sent Dad, who doesn't pick up on that kind of stuff.

 

[spnited]

I'm guessing it's a little windy tonight in Kevin's neighborhood.

 

[JakeandElwood]

Nah, don't believe in ghosts.

 

[friend of a friend]

I'm guessing it's a little windy tonight in Kevin's neighborhood.

I think it's always windy in Kevin's neighborhood.

 

[KevinmH9]

I'm guessing it's a little windy tonight in Kevin's neighborhood.

No wind at all.

 

[BYH]

If there's something strange in the basement
Where you gonna post? SportsJournalists.com!

If there's something weird and it don't sound good
Where you gonna post? SportsJournalists.com!

I ain't afraid of Kevin's basement
I ain't afraid of Kevin's basement

If you're seeing things run through your kitchen
Where you gonna post? SportsJournalists.com!

An invisible man, moving **** downstairs
Where you gonna post? SportsJournalists.com!

I ain't afraid of Kevin's basement
I ain't afraid of Kevin's basement

Where you gonna post? SportsJournalists.com!

If you're all alone...turn on the computer...and post...SportsJournalists.com!

I ain't afraid of Kevin's basement
Oh I hear he hates the Sox fans
I ain't afraid of Kevin's basement
YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!

Where you gonna post? SportsJournalists.com!
You have done some freaky posts Kevin...you better post SportsJournalists.com!

POSTIN MAKES ME FEEL GOOD!!!

I ain't afraid of Kevin's basement
I ain't afraid of Kevin's basement

When it comes through the kitchen door...unless you just wanna **** your drawers...I think you better post
SportsJournalists.com!!

Where you gonna post? SportsJournalists.com!
Where you gonna post? SportsJournalists.com!

(repeat for desired effect, fade out)

 

[KYSportsWriter]

Yes, I do.

My story may seem like a very long stretch, but it happened.

I was probably 5 or 6 at the time when a trucker died in a wreck in front of the church I used to attend. My grandpa was out there helping clean the yard up, and I was with him. The preacher at the time had one son living at home who was a year older than me, and we were walking around outside watching and listening to the grownups talk about the wreck.

After a while, we went in the church's basement to get something to drink and use the bathroom. We get near the end of the hallway, which is probably a good 50 feet long, when the organ upstairs in the sanctuary starts playing. There was just two problems with that: The organ hadn't been used in a few years because no one in the church could play it, and there was no one else in the church at the time (we came in to the basement from upstairs and went into the sanctuary for a few minutes before going downstairs).

We thought it was one of the adults playing a joke on us, but then one of the doors to one of the Sunday school rooms slammed shut. And then another, and another, until it got to the bathroom doors. Both of those slammed shut, and preacher's kid (PK) and myself darted out the basement door and up the steps to the back of the church. We looked around, and saw every adult who was at the church at the time was still outside cleaning up.

I told my grandpa and the preacher about it, and they went into the basement to check things out. They said the same thing happened to them while they were standing at the end of the hallway.

There have been times since where certain spots in the basement will go cold, even in the winter when the heat is on. There have been times where I've felt like I was being pushed and shoved by someone, even though no one else was around me. And there have been times where I've heard things, like 'Save me!' and 'Help me!' when no else was talking or even around me.

To this day, I will not go in that basement by myself. And to this day, I'm positive the ghost of whoever died in that wreck is still there.

 

[KevinmH9]

Solid, BYH.

And KY, that is some stranggee stuff. Definitely one of the more eerie stories I've heard.

 

[KYSportsWriter]

You're telling me.

 

[jps]

I'm in. why the hell not? sure there are ghosts.

 

[Wenders]

I had this...experience...when I first moved into my current apartment. I was about half asleep this one night, cat by my head when I felt something MOVE at the foot of my bed and then I heard a thud, like something had fallen off the bed onto the floor.

I know I was dreaming it because I could tell the cat had heard it too. I flip on the bedside light and look down at the foot of the bed. Nothing there. I look over the edge to see what could have fallen off the bed (even though I know that nothing was on the foot of the bed when I laid down) and there was NOTHING down there that could have made a noise. I grabbed a flashlight and looked under my bed and there was nothing under there.

Freaking out doesn't even begin to describe the aftermath. I nearly slept with the light on. There really is something to be said about having roommates when things go bump in the...morning.

 

[editorhoo]

Two stories about a possible ghost in my house -- both within the past week.

About a year and a half ago, I moved in with a friend of mine and his fiancee. Before I moved in, my friend warned me about a ghost in the house, but he said all it likes to do is turn on the stereo in the dinining room, usually about 10:30 in the morining.

I'm a night owl and usually am not up until after noon, so I had not experienced this phenomenon.

About a week ago, I was home alone, and around 9 p.m. I went downstairs to let the dogs out. The stereo, as usual, was turned off. A couple hours later, I went downstairs again to get something to drink, and the stereo was on. I repeat, I was the only one in the house.

A couple days later, me and three of my friends were in the dining room playing poker. We were the only ones in the house. Out of nowhere, the celing fan turns on and starts spinning. None of us had gotten out of our chairs, so obviously none of us turned it on. Hell, I spend so little time in the dinning room that even I don't know where the switch to turn it on is, let alone any of my three guests.

When my roommates get home, I ask them if the ghost has ever turned on the celing fan in the dinning room. My friend's fiance looks at me bug-eyed and says, "The celing fan works!?" Obviously, she had tried to use it before to no avail.

Turns out, there's no switch for the fan. When the light is on this room, you have to pull the chain on the thing to get it churning. And NO ONE at the table pulled that chain.

Don't believe in ghosts? Give me a better explanation.

 

[RossLT]

I'm in. why the hell not? sure there are ghosts.

I am in the same camp. I also believe in life on other planets, mainly due to the fact that it would be rather arrogant to think we are it.

 

[BYH]

No. But I believe in love...and that that ******* Ray Parker Jr. stole my song for "Ghostbusters."

 

[Colton]

Yup.

 

[Barsuk]

Yes.

 

[AMacIsaac]

Yes.