I don't believe in ghosts, although I may have seen one once in the barn, but Gettyburg is so full of what is called residual energy that I couldn't stay in some areas, or I guess that's what it was. The entire area of Pickett's Charge, especially the wall, was surreal. Mr. Pixie had an issue with this area as well for the first time ever.
There ain't no such thing as ghosts.... So I've heard. But then I've heard lotsa stuff. When my good freind came to live out his last days with us we got used to hearing his cane thumping around upstairs. After he passed away we heard that cane thumping around upstairs in the middle of the night quite a few times. Haven't heard it lately, guess he finally got where he was going.
I've never met a ghost but I believe the spirit of a dead person can do more than we know they can. We had a good friend die who loved our place and wanted to move nearby. He died before that could happen but for 2 years after his death we had a bird that constantly pecked on the window. I know they say the bird sees itself in the window and thinks it's another bird so is fighting it but this particular bird would follow us from room to room. Closed blinds, putting objects in the window, even bought a plastic owl and set it by the window of the TV room trying to keep it away. Nothing worked. His wife remarried and would bring her new husband over and that bird would really go to town on the windows. Freaked him out and he'd cuss that bird something awful. LOL When he died guess what showed up at our window again? He wasn't as persistent as her first husband as in he didn't stick around as long but still a bird that would follow you from room to room. When my mom's best friend died, who really liked me for some unknown reason, another bird showed up. I told hubby "Here we go again!".
My parents drove from KY to PA just to see that their children attended a christian summer camp. Every night the camp would host a huge bonfire and tell ghost stories. I was about seven years old at that time and those stories would scare the bejeebers out of me.
Probably didn't help that I had a great-grandma that would tell stories. She'd tell us kids that if we were to lay straight in bed at night, a ghost would pull at our feet. And that's why god created foot boards, to keep ghosts from pulling on kids feet, lol. What a bunch of bull, and as a kid, I believed every bit of it. It took me years to finally unbend my legs when I slept.
To this day I still don't sleep well unless the sheet is tucked in firmly at the bottom and up the side of the bed to past my knees. It's to protect my feet from what ever reaches up from under the bed. That phobia is courtesy of one of my sisters,who, after we'd watched a scary movie when we were 7-8, crouched at the foot of my bed after I was asleep and reached up/over the bed..... If I'd only had a foot board.
Now, do I believe in ghosts? No..... but I do believe that there are places where the "energies" of a event still exist, good or bad. I've felt that going into a place perhaps half a dozen times in my life.
While it hasn't happened to me, I do have friends who've had the same experience as a couple people replied above. They've heard the sounds of people who lived there before moving around in the months after they moved in. One in particular,the most down to earth person you could meet, said that she knew it was the former owners,who had both died in the house several years apart, doing a tour of the house to see what the new owners had done. It wasn't frightening in the least to her, and she insists it wasn't the unfamiliar sounds of a house settling. She didn't hear them again. Her husband on the other hand wanted to get the house blessed immediately so that more spirits didn't enter, and they did have a blessing done shortly afterwards.
A friend of mine had a ghost that would sometimes flicker the lights in the stairwell. However, only when someone was going down the stairs. She gave the ghost a name, and even had a writeup in the local paper about it. When I replaced her light switch for her, the ghost never flickered the lights again.
Maybe it was just reminding her that loose wires in an electrical connection are dangerous, huh?
Ghosts are like people, some good, some bad. Some want you in their "life", a good many would rather ignore you...that way, when they go home they can tell their wife, "I think I saw a live person today!"
NEVER, never, never go in a place that's "Bad"...if you get the feeling, you know what I mean. You can never know what you'll bring out with you.
I do believe in ghosts. I spend a lot of time in old farm graveyards. My family and I put flags for the forgotten vets. We go to the graves that have not been tended to in years. Everyone of us has seen or heard or felt something. I think it depends how open minded you are to them. Like anything else.
While the North and South were fighting a few bad ass Americans decided to go West and find gold in Poeville. That hole goes in 350' and then gets really small and scary but not ghost scary. My friends wife believes there's ghosts in it though. It's the Paymaster ext mine, a deeded and patented gold and silver mine. I was thinking of tours, ghost tours, I just need someone that can feel ghosts to set the whole deal up.
The house I grew up in was built in 1870. Believe me or not but there was a full blown specter that would sit at the end of the bed in the room I had the middle of the night several times a year. Since I had 2 older sisters that each had that room growing up that had been awakened by it and guests staying there also had seen it as well as my parents that had moved there in the 40's. Never any mischief , just sit there like watching you sleep. Several other things happened in the house as well on a regular basis
poke fun, knew it would happen. Should add that my mother bought the house while my father was overseas in the war. She bought it cheap because several people had bought and resold it because they could not live there. It had a reputation for being haunted and had set empty for over 10 years. It had been the scene of something pretty horrific in the 1920's and in a small Iowa town word got around pretty quick. There was one good and one bad haint there. I was brought up to never be scared of anything as fear is only in you. Laugh, poke fun, knock yourself out. Don't care but some folks asked about ghosts
OK, I'll tell my story. There were some strange things about grandma and grandpa's house. The most common in my recollection was hearing car doors shut without anyone near a car, and we could have any number of people in the house and everyone present would hear it. I understand some other strange things happened like feeling presences. During my teens, when grandma and grandpa would go camping and horseback riding for the weekend, I would spend the weekend with my aunt who lived with my grandparents well into adulthood. This aunt and I had been close since I was born, so it seemed not at all out of the ordinary to me, although I never really thought about why grandma and grandpa encouraged it as much as they did. It would be a fairly recent thing that I would learn that their motive was that with the strange things of which I was aware and some of which I wasn't, my aunt was afraid to stay in the house by herself. I don't have any particular explanation for the events in question, there are plenty of possibilities, some more plausible than others, but at the end of the day, I was never inclined to get too concerned over any of this. Somehow I find myself disinclined to hold my breath until turning funny colors waiting for the explanation.
Chupacabra are hermaphrodites. They love raw onions and pass very strong gas.
Township officer said we couldn't keep ours because they are considered state animals. They took the doghouse and the portapotty, like Hermie bought and paid for it itself.
The light switch was physically on. Thought I was forgetting to turn it off so I put a note on the door to remind myself. I even locked the doors to make sure no one was sneaking in at night. Yeah, thought I was loosing my mind here for a while...but too many unexplained events going on around the original parts of the house (like many old farm houses, sections were added over time) and the barn.
I found an old, clay marble, yellow in color, while digging a ditch for the propane line. I cleaned it off then put it on the fireplace mantel in the parlor. The parlor and one side room are the original parts of the house...the parlor is where the cats & dog watched something invisible to the eye move around the room. Long story short, the next morning the yellow marble sat next to a blue marble, also made of clay. I lived alone at the time so it wasn't like another member of the house had put it there and I certainly hadn't. Over the few weeks, I would find the marbles moved from one spot on the mantel to another. Out of curiosity, I moved the marbles onto the window sill in the kitchen...the kitchen is not original to the house. Rather, it was added during the Great Depression. Nothing...the marbles never moved. I gave it a few weeks, then moved the marbles back to the mantel. Sure enough, a few weeks later, the marbles were in a different location. Far be it from me to deprive a child from their toys so I made a small bag out of some scraps of tanned hide I had laying around and put the marbles in the bag. I'm not certain if I was talking to myself but I said out loud, "I made a bag for the marbles so they don't get lost again. I'll put it over here so you know where to find them. Hope you like it." The bag always looks like it's in the same place but I couldn't swear to it. At least the marbles aren't moving around...and I'm not losing my marbles see them move anymore...
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