That is very scary.That they leave bruises on there victims.That is very violent.A ghost is actually a demon that was somehow involved in the persons life and learned how to act like them and therefore after the person dies the demon copies them and tries to make it look like the spirit of the person.When you die,you either go to Heaven or Hell.And live there for eternity.

Wow step thats awesome i didnt kno that about ghosts

wow …..just…wow

Forgive me, Stephanie, but I must disagree. I do not say that your opinion is more wrong than mine, but I dare say I have another opinion.

I belive the ghosts we see are acctually shadows of thouse who have lived before us. Or their dreams and nightmares.
Sometimes in life so cruel things happen that they start to repeat themselves or they leave such a hard mark in the worlds soul that even people who come many years after the real happening, feel it.
It is like they have to tell it to someone, tell it that no-one could forget it. Sometimes they just crab some-one, who can see and hear it, and tell they story to him/her not careing if it hurts the listener.
Allso there are these dreams and nightmares, which can live the same mark.

And of course, there are the spirits. My grandfather, for examble stayed in his house after his dead, wondering and crying in to the night. My grandmother heard his steps in the living room. My Grandfathers picture was in the living room at that time. On night greanmother woke up as someone was staring at her. It was garndpa, sitting in the said of her bed looking blue. My grandmother whisperd “What’s wrong?” but then smiled. “Silly me..” She then walked to the livin room, took the picture of gandpa and take it to he bedrum an the night desk. After that, my grandfather appeard never again in full form. He just wanted to be with his love.

I live in Finland and here it is not unusual to hear about maahinen. They are some kind of demons, but usually they are harmless as long as you don’t mess with them. One of my friends, and his brother has seen them, and I have seen some kind of a troll in my schoolpath. Not every finn has had such experiment, but i had, and I’m glad for it. Spirits do exist, not that you have denied it. They aren’t all demons, and they aren’t all dreams. Only thing actually, what they have incommon is that there are only few who belive in them. And more fewer, who can see them.

I personally think that is creepy and violent, and somone needs to do something about it. I think it is a poltrgeist cause it threw stuff. That’s really creepy!!!!

Demons or not they’re lost miserable souls who have nothing better to do than to make others miserable as well. “one miserable being, will find another miserable being even if they must make one”

I’m scared!

On my last trip to Colorado, I was bruised and chilled by these ghosts.

I drank some hot chocolate, then got drunk to make me forget about my bruises.

As I watched cartoons through the night, one of the ghosts kicked me. I felt threatened so I told him to stop and then he did.

…i was raped. I was raped by the ghost of my uncle phillip IV.

In order to understand hauntings you have to know what you’re talking about. There are several different types of hauntings. Normally in a residual haunting something happened to leave an imprint on the land itself. It’s not really that there’s a spirit or a ghost trapt there, it’s just kenetic energy. Then you have your ghost. Ghost have their own reasons for being here. Some died either so sudden or so horrific they haven’t realized they’re dead. Others though they know they’re dead don’t choose to go to the light due to the belief that they will be harshly judged and sent to the burning hotel known as hell. Then there are spirits. When we see a spirit it is normally of a loved one coming to visit from the other side. A spirit is not trapt is not tormented or anything of the sort. They are people who have made it to the other side and are normally doing good and just dropping by to say hi.

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Hello!
Where is this place located, I would love to stay a night and check it out

I was in house, which is haunted, and I was just chillaxin’ in my room, when the lights went out and I heard this low grumble. I was so scared. All of the sudden, the phone flew from the table and crashed against the ground. It was so dark. I kept trying to talk with the spirit and calm it down. I did this for oh, 20 minutes. I screamed and cried in my room, begging for the ghost’s mercy. Then, out of nowhere, my house started crumbling towards the ground. It was at that point that I realized it was not a ghost attack, but a severe earthquake.

‘Oh ****,’ I thought, ‘it’s an earthquake.’

ive been to this place and it was really cool. i didnt stay there but my dad had a party there for his work. they do shows for you on this stage in a big room. i liked it but i dont think i would wanna stay the night there its pretty old. heres gohsts. ooh.

hi i am angel a paranormal girl i cn tell you about only real spooky going ons in your home. ask me something.anyone got any ghosts?

I like chickens!!!

Well that’s sounds like a lovely stay.

Well that’s sounds like a lovely stay.

they really have good food there!

Yah right! As if. So untrue!

I lived in a small city called Portsmith, OH, when I was young. My family rented a two story home in this city while my father was managing the local S.S. Kresgee store, which is now known as K-Mart. The home we lived in had quite a bit of activity. We stayed there only six months. Everyone in the home was physically hurt in one form or another, all except my father.

I first remember the house was very “nerve racking”. Uncomfortable. Like something was around every corner. There were cold spots in the dining room & kitchen. We had a cat who refused to come in the home. If she did enter the home, she’d stay only in the kitchen and cry for my mother whenever she’d go down to the basement to clean the laundry. The basement. Ohhh… As a child, we love basements to play in. But this basement was uncomfortable. What’s funny is, to this day, each family member can tell you the same emotions about each of it’s rooms. When you came down the landing, there was a great room. Under the stairs was 2 foot wide hole to capture water if the basement was wet. This room had a very uncomfortable energy. To it’s right was a small narrow but long room with a window. Once you got to this room, you felt okay. To the left of the main room, were two other rooms. The first of the two rooms was the laundry room and a small shower and toilet. It was open for view. This particular room was extremely uncomfortable. You ran thru this room to get to the last room. It was small but cozy. We kids played in it on occasion and you could find our record player and toys scattered on the cement floor. One night, my older sister said she woke up and went to the kitchen for a drink. She heard our record player down stairs playing one of our Disney records. She went downstairs to turn it off, came back upstairs and got to the kitchen and heard the record player come on again. She tells me she wasted no time high-tailing it back to her room to hide under the sheets. I also have a twin sister and had a younger brother who died in a car accident years later. One morning, my twin sister woke. We shared the same room. I remember her calling and waking me to get our mother. She told me she couldn’t move her legs. They were cocked in a squatting position. I ran to get my mother. She couldn’t straighten Kelly’s legs. They took her to the hospital. The staff couldn’t straighten her legs either. She stayed over night and was released the next day after her legs relaxed. No explaination given. My older sister was rushed to the hospital one day after an accident outside the garage in the backyard. Her arm was broken and needed a cast. We were playing and she shot a styrofoam plane on the top of the garage. Kim went to get the ladder. She was almost to the top of it when the ladder appeared to violently come down. Kim struck the cement and with her crying, my mother came, off she went to the hospital. I was rushed to the hospital after playing in the basement. I was violently pushed backwards with my head hitting the cement floor. I had a concushion. I remember the physician who x-rayed me told my father just to give me anything I wanted. I instantly thought of M&M’s. I guess I was okay… My brother went crashing trough the glass door cutting his arms. He was okay. Ironically, this event happened one or two days before we left the home. I know my mother said she was trying to make a cake for us one day. She went on to say the electric blender came flying off the wall at her. She said it was difficult to go back into the kitchen. Sometimes, the pool outside would fill on it’s own. The following day, my sister would have to swim down and let the plug out. To this day, I cannot comfortably go into water above my knees. To me, there are enteties in the water. Won’t do it… There was an older lady that lived next door. When we left, she told my mother there were two old brothers who lived in the home. She said one of the brothers passed away, but no one knows how or when. She went on to write to my mother and the two of them kept in contact with each other for several years until one year the letters stopped coming.