Ghost Story

Alright guys,
I'm not religious. Plain and simple. dont believe in ghosts either. I am posting this because at first it was a strange coincodence but as of today, its different. Its something.

All starts when my brother was 8 and I was 3. I obviously remember jack shit. by the way, totally baked right now so sorry for any confusing terminology or spelling, try to bare with me.
My brother was with his buddy, matt, who we is still to this day friends with(25+ years) were in the basement playing with toys n shit. Tuffy (the snappy american eskimo) started barking furiously from the bottom of the stairs - to the washer drier area (behind the stairs towards the right) Matt looks over and to this day will say, he saw the grim reaper floating above the ground, semi transparent going from right to left into the oiltank/workroom. My brother says he saw a ghost-like cloud of black mist in the shape of a person floating a few inches off the ground from right to left into the workroom. All 3 ran up the stairs running like little girls. Dog even tripped and broke a nail - blood everywhere.

Skip foward - I was 13 and my brother was 18. We were staying in new york city, 8th floor of the sky-scrapper hotel or something like that. On the 8th floor, the flag pole was on a ledge out the windows. I mean 20 ft waving flags with steel cables banging the aluminum pole. ALL NIGHT. hardly slept. staying in a 2 queen bed room, with my parents in the other bed, I finally fell asleep. I had a dream I was at the bottom of the stairs in my house. By myself, I started walking towards the washer drier area, I stop, and felt ice cold instantly. I saw the cloud zoom quickly from further right in the corner, towards to washer/drier. As I looked at it, it paused, and I focused on it in total fear. It turned towards me and continues left on its path. It looked like a hazy cloud of a grimp reapor. I woke up screaming frantically. No one could shut me up. My brother was punching the shit out of me, and I still hardly calmed down. In a hotel at 4AM, not cool.

Didnt know about the first story until on the car ride back south to MD, my family started talking about ghosts and I linked the two episodes in great detail.

Well after years and years of tripping, and wake and baking, smoking my bong for lunch at work, and smoking 2 blunts a days, I've moved out and stopped caring.


My mom told me she saw a ghost at school today. Not relevent but I've also been reading a lot about astral travel and research on OBE's. I've tripped so hard on LSD, that everything was energy. I was in infinite space communicating with orbs of light, tasting color and hearing smells. I ran around my house as fast as I could with my girlfriend but we never really left the room. But I still remember it like it was a few minutes ago.

Started talking and apparently my mothers been experiencing heavy sleep paralysis. She feels her eyes in REM and screams to my father for help but he cant hear anything. She tries to move but she feels a weight on her chest.
Stopped by for dinner and started talking about sleep paralysis and OBE's... They said they were afraid to tell me when I was younger because I would get scared....thanks guys! I'm still scared! Apparently my father was in the basement alone while my brother was 4 and I wasnt even born. He was shuffling boxes by the washer drier room and saw a shadow cast from the window. He stood up and the shadow moved and formed a human like shape. At first he though a cloud blocking the sun until he saw a definite shape of a person in a black mist. He got really scared. goose bumps. hair on neck standing up. Then says "fuck this. this is my house. I'm not letting this thing scare me." and then he thought "okay but its being peaceful" as the cloud floating in mid air in front of him. He walked towards it and it traveled towards the furnace and disappeared instantly. He claims "it was in broad day. 2 in the afternoon. No one was home. It wasnt like I was tired or dreaming. I was wide awake in the middle of the day. I know I saw it."
I thought about it as I left and couldnt stop thinking about it. So 4+ males (5+ males if you include tuffy) saw this figure in the same spot doing basically the same thing traveling the opposite direction of any kind of furnace cloud (not that those even occur) towards the furnace and in tight human like shape.

heres where it gets weirder. everyone is afraid of my parents basement. Matt (brothers friend) still bitches like a girl at the thought of going downstairs. My brother feels edgy and never goes down. Mother, father, girlfriend, all feel like theyre being watched down there.

A few times I've been cleaning behind the furnace in a certain location and feel like there is a gravity field pushing me down from 6 ft to 4 ft tall. my head feels light and I feel pushed out of the section (between furnace and wall, about a 2ft gap and all kinds of duct work overhead).

Am I tripping out or does anyone else have a similar story or know of one with an ending/solution. I thought it was good enough of a story (for being true) to make a thread. you be the judge.

yeah mon to this very day im nervous of basements because when i lived with my parents ``creepy`` stuff went on down there spooks, chills, noises, figures imean im a grown man scared of basements istill hear n see stuff also in parents house sometimes

Sounds like the movie insidious lol. Maybe when you were stayin in that hotel and you were lookin up the stairs at your house, you were astral projecting. I believe in all my heart that astral projection is not only real, but more real than what your seeing right now. I have a ghost that lives in my basement with me. Hes around 8 or 10 years old and his name is Timmy.

Interesting. Proposed this, as its claimed that awaking from the state with leave you just as confused as a DMT trip...so they are typically dismissed as dreams. especially by children with wild imaginations. It does sound like insidious but unfortunately real. I wonder if an incubus has been guarding my mom for 50+ years and gets defensive around males.

i have schizophrenia so i hear and feel things that are often clearly not real, however i have often speculated that some of the voices that i hear are somehow ghosts. once i was sitting in my room, maybe getting baked, having done LSD a number of times recently, i felt an intense presence, it reminded me of how i felt prior to this as i painted my cheap computer speakers gold and thought to myself 'why am i doing this?' and my answer was 'it will be significant.' - back to the story - i felt as if the voices and messages in my head were culminating and i had the feeling that a very angry force was rising in another part of the world. before me was a map of the united states and my attention was drawn suddenly to new york city. i realized then that the united states would be attacked by some group of individuals within days. i knew immediately that it would be in the form of an airplane. i thought to myself what specific target they might be after and when i looked down at my shiny pair of square golden speakers i knew that the trade towers would be the target. i even wrote a little song about it on my synthesizer. that was the afternoon and evening of September, 01, 2001

ford442 said:

i have schizophrenia so i hear and feel things that are often clearly not real, however i have often speculated that some of the voices that i hear are somehow ghosts. once i was sitting in my room, maybe getting baked, having done LSD a number of times recently, i felt an intense presence, it reminded me of how i felt prior to this as i painted my cheap computer speakers gold and thought to myself 'why am i doing this?' and my answer was 'it will be significant.' - back to the story - i felt as if the voices and messages in my head were culminating and i had the feeling that a very angry force was rising in another part of the world. before me was a map of the united states and my attention was drawn suddenly to new york city. i realized then that the united states would be attacked by some group of individuals within days. i knew immediately that it would be in the form of an airplane. i thought to myself what specific target they might be after and when i looked down at my shiny pair of square golden speakers i knew that the trade towers would be the target. i even wrote a little song about it on my synthesizer. that was the afternoon and evening of September, 01, 2001

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not to take away from your story but i felt this should have been ended with a dramatic dun dunn dunnnnnnnn!

You could go to jail for having psychic powers and not alerting police!

ford442 said:

i have schizophrenia so i hear and feel things that are often clearly not real, however i have often speculated that some of the voices that i hear are somehow ghosts. once i was sitting in my room, maybe getting baked, having done LSD a number of times recently, i felt an intense presence, it reminded me of how i felt prior to this as i painted my cheap computer speakers gold and thought to myself 'why am i doing this?' and my answer was 'it will be significant.' - back to the story - i felt as if the voices and messages in my head were culminating and i had the feeling that a very angry force was rising in another part of the world. before me was a map of the united states and my attention was drawn suddenly to new york city. i realized then that the united states would be attacked by some group of individuals within days. i knew immediately that it would be in the form of an airplane. i thought to myself what specific target they might be after and when i looked down at my shiny pair of square golden speakers i knew that the trade towers would be the target. i even wrote a little song about it on my synthesizer. that was the afternoon and evening of September, 01, 2001

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"I'll believe that when my shit turns purple and smells like rainbow sherbert."

That one does seem awfully unrealistic but I threw out my true story so hopefully he's not just creating an uproar of insanity. If you were so sure, why didnt you do anything? Of coarse no one would believe you but even an anonymous call to police could be traced back afterwards to thank you for your heroism. Do you think there is a script that we have no control of? who knows.

my schizophrenia makes dealing with people difficult to begin with and what was a going to do? phone up new york and say 'you guys, i think something bad is going to happen' it new freakin' york - bad things always happen and crazy people always say bad stuff is happening.. i did think about it for a moment, but it seemed like pissing on a forest fire.. also, part of me, i'm sure, still thought that my bizarre feelings and thoughts may be just a load of total bs and that nothing was really going to happen.

mixmaster - you are the first person to say that they don't believe my story. thanks for the honesty! i have one fried who was here and heard me talking about it at the time. also, i have my song Hell and September which i wrote immediately so that i wouldn't forget the experience ever. it has dated documents showing that it was written on 9/1/01.. why would i make up this story when it only makes me look like a weirdo?

oh - as far as a script - i firmly believe in fate - as in - ball starts rolling down hill - ball reaches end of hill - everything that happened in between happened because of the circumstances laid out in the ball's beginning - you are born with a set of variables - you live and die within the set parameters of everything that you are and everything that ever happens - and it cannot be changed.

what i want is a logical explanation of why i had the knowledge.. i don't know enough about afganistan to know what pisses off who. i was aware of osama, like everyone, but i did not know that it was him who planned it until later with everyone else. perhaps my subconscious picked up something on the news and it told my waking mind?

BangBangNig said:

Hes around 8 or 10 years old and his name is Timmy.

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In most states this can get you in trouble.

ULMResearch said:

In most states this can get you in trouble.

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Lmfao. That post did sound reeeeaaaally bad. But to clear this up, we had a psychic come to our house. And thats what he told us. Theres SOMETHING living here thats not human, so i jsut assume to believe it is an 8-10 year old spirit. It does things that a normal 8-10 year old would do. Knock stuff over, lock us out right after we go out the door, open doors. Lol But yeah. That sounded super bad.

yeah mine doesnt really distrub us or knock shit over. We do have a story about the ghost of an 8-10 year old boy with blue eyes and blond hair and overalls up stairs, but thats a whole 'nother tale.

Seems to be a darker watching presence.