I have a question. For anyone on GLP who believes in ghosts...since we have been around for awhile we have likely had people die who we have known and loved on this forum.
So why don't they come back to GLP and prove it once and for all? Surely they'd be thinking "OMG I'm still alive after death...GLP's not gonna believe this!!!" "I know exactly who to go to who has this equipment! Let's do this!!!"
Sorry for the macabre question. The ghost thread currently near the top of the first page kind of made me think of it.
Quoting: CuriousSeeker Getting on a computer and typing isn't something all ghosts can do. Why, I don't know.
I grew up in a haunted house and we're certain the ghost was a child. That ghost was capable of physically moving things and unlocking doors and even TALKING. Quite an experience growing up in that house.
When I pass, I will try to post earthquakes with you all still.
Quoting: Simple27 I love ghost stories! Would love to hear more about the haunted house sometime. Might make for good stories by the bonfire at the EQ block party!
I saw WA's post too, and I understand her viewpoint. I also felt sad that she didn't get the message from her mother that they discussed. I do happen to believe in ghosts, spirits, etc. I've had a handful of experiences myself. I don't think all spirits have the ability to communicate, though, and those that can I doubt can operate a computer to do it! So CS, perhaps speak to those old GLPers you'd like to hear from and ask them to come to you personally,'cause I don't think you'll see them here. Also, just for the record, I will NOT be posting EQs from the grave. That will be my retirement ;)
Quoting: KickinIt I've had experiences that can scare the crap out of you. Here is one because it scared me so bad.
My friend and I and her 4 month old daughter went up to Colorado from New Mexico to pick my mom up who had been visiting her sister for a month. My friend and I and the baby stayed out at what they called the bunk house, it was a farm and there was a separate building that one side was turned into a huge workshop and the other had two bedrooms, plus the extra "pantry". We stayed up yacking and laughing till the wee hours of the morning and just as we were going to sleep, I heard this sound outside. It sounded like something rubbing up against the bldg, then it stopped. Figured it was the wind and laid back down again.
About 3 minutes later, I heard the sound again and it went down one length of the room we were in but on the outside. I sort of sat up a little leaning on one elbow so I could hear better. It was pitch black in the room and I was getting just a bit freaked trying to think of anything that it could be making the sound. It was quiet again for a few minutes and just as I started to lay down again, the noise returned.
This time it was along the outside of the room, but where the other bedroom was. It was from floor to ceiling, just rubbing, brushing up against the wall. At this point the baby began to whimper and my friend was trying to settle her down. She asked if I was hearing it and I said yes. The rubbing turned and went down the wall but where the workshop was. In other words it wasn't the wind, it wasn't an animal. And we were beginning to panic.
The noise stopped at it reached the corner, which would have been the front of the bunkhouse. Ever so slightly, I moved the curtain so I could look out but nothing was moving. The flag was limp. Still it was. Then it started moving and.....
It was black was moved in front of the window, floor to ceiling. I ran to the front door, leaned against it while making sure the door was locked. There was a "pressure" against the door, though nothing was trying the knob. My friend also was leaning against the door and we now had all the lights on and yes, we were yelling at it to go away. The baby was now screaming her little head off.
The noise moved passed the door, rubbing or brushing up against it. It stopped at the corner of the house and it was silent again.
At this point, we are totally freaked out. It felt so very evil. I started praying out loud and my friend joined in.
The noise/rubbing started again, on the side of the house, this time continuing until the back, which was actually in the bedroom next to ours. I told her to grab the baby and we hauled ass to the main house.
My uncle turned on all the flood lights, and went back out with his shotgun waiting on the police to arrive. Not one thing was ever found....nothing. My mom and aunt were convinced it was an evil spirit, while my uncle said he was nothing more than wind, even after we told him about the sound coming from inside the room on two sides and that I saw a blackness go in front of the window.
Now, evil spirits, I believe in.