NFT: Do you believe in ghosts?

The 3 am to 4:30 am thing donor be your prostrate. Lol. I kid as at 56 that's about the time I have to pee most nights. I make it to 5:30 I'm elated.

I have no doubt there stuff we don't know. Interesting

That 3 season room looks very cool. To answer your question, do I believe... I used to. But I think, now I do not.

When I was young I used to experience all kinds of strange things, mostly when I was in bed. I used to frequently wake up feeling like someone was literally bending over and putting there face next to mine. To the point where I would get up swinging... and then race for the light switch... lol. It used to freak out my ex-wife. Also I used to feel someone pushing down on whatever bed I was sleeping on... not hard but very noticeable short quick vibrations. I had told her about that and one morning she told me she felt it that night as well, and while it was happening I turned over from a dead sleep and said to her... "See?"

Nothing has happened or have I seen anything in so long now, I have lost my belief. I think that I was just doing those things in my sleep somehow.

Oh BTW, my ex-sister in law and her husband used to work for the with the Warrens on many of their excursions. So they thought I had attracted some soul that was following me around. I didn't really believe or agree... lol

In comment 16125010 Csonka said:

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not even a little.

This.

recurring dreams - no sleep paralysis but ones where i lost my teeth, dreams where I woke up in jail, dreams where I won the lottery, dreams where I show up at class in college and it's the final exam and I haven't been to the class all semester, and some other standards now my dreams are less obvious.

My latest recurring dream (maybe 5 times the past couple months) is I show up to my hockey game late. I can never tell what team, but it's high school or college because it's at my home town rink and the place is packed. They are just about to drop the puck and I go in the locker room to get dressed. And I can't seem to get dressed in my hockey equipment. I keep making progress and then I check and the time is ticking down and it goes from first period to second period and I'm still getting my gear on. and I feel pressure to get out there because in my dream I'm the best player (or one of them) and the team needs me, but so far in all the versions of the dream I never make it on to the ice.

I did just retire from beer league hockey, less than a year ago, but I don't think that's it.

Sorry - didn't mean to hijack the thread, the comment about sleep paralysis made me remember my dream (I just had it again last night).

In comment 16125025 LauderdaleMatty said:

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In comment 16125017 Optimus-NY said: Quote: I've seen two of these suckers by my bedroom window at two separate times in my life and wrote a term paper about sleep paralysis after having experienced it at my friend's house. These are not ghosts, but a different kind of supernatural being. THE OFFICIAL SHADOW PEOPLE ARCHIVES - ( New Window ) I had sleep paralysis years ago. Literally the worst feeling in my life. Would love to read your paper.

I'll see if I can find it. It was actually posted on a website as a blog, but is no longer available. Lemmee see if I can find it on one of my T-Drives or an older machine and I'll get back to you. It was literature based.

I think the orb in your video is a bug that set off the camera and is just too close to the camera to be in focus. Just a guess though.

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I think the orb in your video is a bug that set off the camera and is just too close to the camera to be in focus. Just a guess though.

+1

In comment 16125026 LauderdaleMatty said:

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The 3 am to 4:30 am thing donor be your prostrate. Lol. I kid as at 56 that's about the time I have to pee most nights. I make it to 5:30 I'm elated. I have no doubt there is stuff we don't know. Interesting

I'm 55. The pain is all in my knee and leg after the surgery and all. But I do get the prostate thing from time to time, depending on how much I drink before bed.

I thought dust, glare, bug, all of that. This is the only time in the 3 years we have lived here that the camera out there alerted us to something that wasn't obvious that I could explain easily.

I grew up in a house on Long Island that you could say was haunted. My mother use to say I feel protected here. I was like I don't.

lol.

It would be cool if it were, but overall I doubt it. I just can't get past the feeling something else is here in the house with us. It's hard to explain. From day 1 moving in.

In comment 16125032 Optimus-NY said:

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In comment 16125025 LauderdaleMatty said: Quote: In comment 16125017 Optimus-NY said: Quote: I've seen two of these suckers by my bedroom window at two separate times in my life and wrote a term paper about sleep paralysis after having experienced it at my friend's house. These are not ghosts, but a different kind of supernatural being. THE OFFICIAL SHADOW PEOPLE ARCHIVES - ( New Window ) I had sleep paralysis years ago. Literally the worst feeling in my life. Would love to read your paper. I'll see if I can find it. It was actually posted on a website as a blog, but is no longer available. Lemmee see if I can find it on one of my T-Drives or an older machine and I'll get back to you. It was literature based.

Thanks. Never really thought about in years. Happens when I was a kid up to my early 20s. Not often but the few times it happened I would jump out of bed like I was shot

This one's after a Knicks playoff game where they're talking about R.J. Barrett, lol (I saw the same thing btw):

Caught a "ghost" on stream - Instagram


Here's a compilation:

GHOSTS CAUGHT ON CAMERA | Paranormal videos filmed from across the world | Compilation Part 2

Ring cameras catch orbs due to a photography effect known as backscattering. This happens when small objects, like dust or small insects, scatter light in low-light conditions.

had all sorts of paranormal activity.

House was over 200 years old, and a few people died in it over the years in odd fashion, including the original owner committing suicide + a child that was killed.

There was a staircase going up to the 2nd floor which seemed to be the hotbed - my aunt had kept a lot of the original artwork from the house and the picture frames were ALWAYS going crooked up the staircase. You'd straighten them, and 20 mins later they were crooked again.

One night, I was staying in the 2nd floor bedroom and I heard the footsteps of a large, heavyset person walking up the stairs at 3 am. THUMPING up the stairs, like the heaviest steps you could imagine. I thought someone had broken into the house. When the footsteps reached the top of the stairs, they just stopped. Nothing.

One of the creepiest things I've ever heard.

Another time, a contractor who was working on the house went to the bathroom - when he came out, a picture that was on the wall was laying in the center of the room, on the floor. He slept in his car that night, and refused to go back into the house alone.

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We had a a lady ghost in our first house that helped us look after our infant during many of our first months sleepless nights. I know it sounds crazy but she would walk through me sometimes (you could feel the chill) and them I would literally see her smoky figure keep going and turn into our bedroom. "Doris" would tell my wife to go back to sleep and she would calm the baby. Very bizarre and we just accepted it and never really even talked about our many, often daily encounters. Of course we were young, sleep deprived new parents but Doris had died in the bedroom of the house we had and was very kind and beneficial. Anyway, fast forward a year or two and Doris exists in our memories like a fever dream we both shared and I tore down that house and built a new one in it's place and the memories just drifted away. In 2011, about 6 months after we sold the house the new owner called me and asked me if I ever saw anything unusual because his 3-year-old son was always talking to the nice old lady who hung out in the downstairs office with him. (The office was where our bedroom used to be.) My wife was worried they were going to sue or complain and he just said, "Oh great, one more woman in the house to shift the balance of power." We had never mentioned our ghost to anyone btw.

This story and BLUARTHRT's story is actually kind of beautiful and comforting.

As for disclosure, in Florida it's not required to disclose a "haunting." But to my knowledge, it hasn't been litigated in the courts. You do have to disclose materially known facts affecting the value, though. Could a lawyer at some point prove a particular and specific house having known paranormal activity (to the seller) that was not disclosed have a case? It's possible, but hard to prove.

I always advise to lean towards the most disclosure. In fact, if the listing had a seller's disclosure attached to it that referenced a benevolent spirit, for some buyers that would likely want them to buy the home, while even overlooking some physical negative defects. And for some, it would rule the home out. If asked specifically about paranormal activity, I would be truthful.

If you relayed your story in advance of the sale, it would likely not have resulted in any change. For one, many buyers would just write it off thinking you were a little, let's say, eccentric, especially those that don't believe in spirits.

I do believe, I don't have any great stories to share, there was one moment when I was a child and it was not a good one. There have been other times where I've felt a presence, but not necessarily a negative one. I have had very close family members that have had experiences. My mom's sister died in an overnight, single car crash when I was a boy. The night she died, her sister came to her in a dream and told her not to grieve for her. She then found out the devastating news later that morning.

But back to the sale implications of disclosure, if this is could be a relevant factor, I would certainly research the laws in your state related to disclosure in this area, as it differs from state to state. If the home is stigmatized, and the locals/neighbors now about supernatural/paranormal activity, a lack of disclosure could be problematic.

What's specifically interesting about your story is that the new owner of the home specifically asked you about this after purchasing. To me, that's a business opportunity, lol. Open that sucker up as a haunted B&B! Some people flock to places like that to hope to have an experience.

My take is really unclear. It doesn't seem to have a consistent movement pattern that would indicate a dust particle, but could be some sort of small flying insect, but I would think there would be some variation in the body of the orb, and flying insects don't typically move that slowly.

It's undetermined, IMO.

or supernatural (if that's even what this is) experience I had was in my early 20's I moved with my girlfriend from CT to DC. One of my best friends father had been diagnosed with colon cancer, but it was early and prognosis was good.

After living in DC for a while, I woke up one morning and looked at my girlfriend and I said "I just had the weirdest dream. My friends father was in my dream and he appeared like a ghost and ascended up in spirit form to heaven". I think he died.

She thought nothing of it.

I went to work and just as I sat down my work phone rang and it was my friend's girlfriend calling from CT and I began to get a tingling sensation in my spine and she was in tears and she said my friend's father passed away that morning"

If I didn't tell my girlfriend when I woke up, no one would believe me, but there have been a couple more instances like that, but nothing as immediate and verifiable.

A good friend of mine grew up in a 200 year old house near the ocean in Mass. She would often be wakened by a scratching noise under her bed, and the family joke was that it was a ghost. Years later, after my friend went away to college, an elderly woman knocked on the door and told my friend’s brother that she grew up in the house, and asked if she could take a look.

When they got to my friend’s bedroom, the woman said to the brother, “this is the room where the ghost dog lived. Does he still scratch the floor?” She went on to explain that the dog’s owner was a sea captain, and that his ship sunk and he died, and the dog would scratch the floor waiting for him to return. That’s the best I got.

they are dead people in sheets necessarily, but could be more along the lines of glitches in the matrix or some sort of interaction between consciousness and the perceived world.

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you could do a cleansing....burning sage and the like Or maybe have the house blessed by a religious / spiritual person Couldn't hurt

I've written about my old house, in which my kids grew up. I could go on for hours with multiple unexplained things, sightings, things moving, things disappearing and re-appearing weeks/months later in places no one put them, and just a few years ago our now-grown daughter telling us about the little girl in the blue dress that she used to play with and that her mother and I had seen twice, vividly, but never mentioned to our kids. Crazy.

I believe completely after 25 years in that house.

For the record, we had our priest come in for a "cleaning" after about a year, and multiple happenings, and it did not make one bit of difference. It almost seemed like it was more of a challenge, then, to make contact with us. lol

Never felt threatened at all. But there was definitely something going on.

I sold my ex the house, and I haven't heard of any stories in the past couple years, but it's possible that I'm just more attuned to that stuff (although she DID see a few things I was seeing, simultaneously, and we have some of those "you're seeing this, too, right?" moments.

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recurring dreams - no sleep paralysis but ones where i lost my teeth, dreams where I woke up in jail, dreams where I won the lottery, dreams where I show up at class in college and it's the final exam and I haven't been to the class all semester, and some other standards now my dreams are less obvious. My latest recurring dream (maybe 5 times the past couple months) is I show up to my hockey game late. I can never tell what team, but it's high school or college because it's at my home town rink and the place is packed. They are just about to drop the puck and I go in the locker room to get dressed. And I can't seem to get dressed in my hockey equipment. I keep making progress and then I check and the time is ticking down and it goes from first period to second period and I'm still getting my gear on. and I feel pressure to get out there because in my dream I'm the best player (or one of them) and the team needs me, but so far in all the versions of the dream I never make it on to the ice. I did just retire from beer league hockey, less than a year ago, but I don't think that's it. Sorry - didn't mean to hijack the thread, the comment about sleep paralysis made me remember my dream (I just had it again last night).

Funny ... I have the recurring dream that I show up late to one of my high school football games and no mater what I do, I cannot get all the equipment on properly an d that's all that's needed for me to run out and take the field. The game is under way and I can hear the crowd but I'm alone, failing to get all the under-padding in place.

Since you came along
You sexy thing

But I don't know if that explains your situation or any other "ghost" encounters.

my son (now 25) was maybe 1 year and a half? Still the age to be eating in a high chair. We'd moved into this large-ish house roughly 9-10 month prior .. so we were still working on furniture.

Was a bright, beautiful spring Saturday around noon. We'd been out running errands and stopped at the house for lunch. She and I sat on the couch and the boy was in the high chair nearby, just on the cusp of the dining room/living room.

We noticed our son at the same time appearing to play with someone or thing. It was as if a person was darting underneath the tray, then out, then up and behind him. He was giggling and looking everywhere to find this invisible playful friend. Went on for about 45-60 seconds, which is a long time for two people to confirm they're both seeing it!

As fast as it started, it was over and he went back to eating his food with no distraction. We were both like, what the fucking hell just happened? I walked over and around the back of the high chair. I asked my son if he was OK, and he said "yeah." Then I asked him if he was playing. Again, yeah. So I look at his mother and say, "who were you playing with?" and he answers "the people."

After that? Nothing in that house surprised us.

at least in the form of ball lightning, I have had family members who claimed one entered the kitchen and scared the hell out of them.

ALthough they are still pretty mysterious.

Is that when a ghost is done breaking shit and slamming doors, it disappears.

i believe in santa claus and the easter bunny too

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i believe in santa claus and the easter bunny too

It will frequently alert us to "motion" that is usually just some kind of particle in the air briefly illuminated in front of the camera.

Once it sent me an alert at 1 AM that a person was detected in the backyard, which alarmed the hell outta me. Pulled up the video stream and it was just a thread from a spider web waving in front of the camera, with the light reflecting in such a way as to indicate a person.

What sealed it for me was my best friend and my wife years apart, hearing me mention shadow people and each one turned terrified. They explained the exact same phenomenon and my wife's sister asked her recently if she ever saw a figure in their childhood bedroom. She also described the exact same thing. Three well educated successful and honest people who are grounded and sane, it can't be nothing.

We hear children giggle and call for mommy several times a month and it's terrifying. We are awake at night, and lucid and we both hear it. I have no explanation or idea but it's something.

In comment 16125031 pjcas18 said:

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recurring dreams - no sleep paralysis but ones where i lost my teeth, dreams where I woke up in jail, dreams where I won the lottery, dreams where I show up at class in college and it's the final exam and I haven't been to the class all semester, and some other standards now my dreams are less obvious. My latest recurring dream (maybe 5 times the past couple months) is I show up to my hockey game late. I can never tell what team, but it's high school or college because it's at my home town rink and the place is packed. They are just about to drop the puck and I go in the locker room to get dressed. And I can't seem to get dressed in my hockey equipment. I keep making progress and then I check and the time is ticking down and it goes from first period to second period and I'm still getting my gear on. and I feel pressure to get out there because in my dream I'm the best player (or one of them) and the team needs me, but so far in all the versions of the dream I never make it on to the ice. I did just retire from beer league hockey, less than a year ago, but I don't think that's it. Sorry - didn't mean to hijack the thread, the comment about sleep paralysis made me remember my dream (I just had it again last night).

I have very similar dreams but it is either basketball, football, or soccer! It is always a game I really want to play in but I never quite get it fully together either, and similarly, it is usually or always a uniform or sometimes contact lens issue that delays me getting on the field. I have had these dreams for years on and off.

In comment 16125115 Beezer said:

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my son (now 25) was maybe 1 year and a half? Still the age to be eating in a high chair. We'd moved into this large-ish house roughly 9-10 month prior .. so we were still working on furniture. Was a bright, beautiful spring Saturday around noon. We'd been out running errands and stopped at the house for lunch. She and I sat on the couch and the boy was in the high chair nearby, just on the cusp of the dining room/living room. We noticed our son at the same time appearing to play with someone or thing. It was as if a person was darting underneath the tray, then out, then up and behind him. He was giggling and looking everywhere to find this invisible playful friend. Went on for about 45-60 seconds, which is a long time for two people to confirm they're both seeing it! As fast as it started, it was over and he went back to eating his food with no distraction. We were both like, what the fucking hell just happened? I walked over and around the back of the high chair. I asked my son if he was OK, and he said "yeah." Then I asked him if he was playing. Again, yeah. So I look at his mother and say, "who were you playing with?" and he answers "the people." After that? Nothing in that house surprised us.

wow, three of us with similar dreams. I wonder what it means subconsciously.

dream is FOMO? or some fear about being unprepared maybe.

does he count?

. Otherwise, not really.

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In comment 16124991 Tom from LI said: Quote: I needed some rational response. So, I should just ignore the demonic whisper of "GET OUT YANKEE!" that I hear from time to time... it could just be my neighbor... Best advice I can offer is to sleep with a gun next to your bed and just shoot in the general direction of the whispers. They hate that.

Lol, seems like a sound strategy.

Electromagnetic field (EMF) meters measure electrical fields in your house. There are instances where because of bad wiring or failing electrical motors you get areas in the house that have excessive high EMF numbers, outside the average. Some people are sensitive to that sort of thing.

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Electromagnetic field (EMF) meters are commonly used to identify electrical problems. They’re also a staple of the ghost-hunter’s toolbox, reports Erika W. Smith for Refinery29. Neuroscientist Michael Persinger thinks normal variation in electromagnetic fields could be a possible explanation for supposed hauntings. He tested this theory in the 1980s by having people wear helmets that delivered weak magnetic stimulation. Eighty percent of his test subjects said they felt “an unexplained presence in the room” when they wore the helmets. What’s more, famous spooky spots like Hampton Court Palace have been found to have unusual electromagnetic fields, reports Neil Dagnall for the Conversation.

Five Scientific Explanations for Spooky Sensations - ( New Window )

People don't believe me included until it happens to them. Also what will become frustrating is that the strange occurances will often happen randomly and over gaps of time just long enough that you doubt what is happening. But make no mistake if your waking up in the middle of the night with uneasiness somthing is not right going on in the house that chances are will not go away on its own. When it happen to me I bought all the best camera and listening devices available and I could never catch anything on tape it's as if it's aware and does not want to be caught.

When my dad died suddenly (at 57) I was at work and noticed my beeper wasn't working. (No cell phones yet)

I replaced the batteries and called my boss and told her to send me a test beep. It worked. 5 minutes later she paged me so I called back and she told me to call home. I told her my dad just died. I just knew it. I don't know why, he wasn't sick, my boss kinda freaked a little bit I called home and my sister answered and yup, my dad has passed.

I'm not a god guy or a ghost guy these are just things that happen. Not sure how or why or what they mean but it makes life on the big blue marble a little more interesting.

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In comment 16125115 Beezer said: Quote: my son (now 25) was maybe 1 year and a half? Still the age to be eating in a high chair. We'd moved into this large-ish house roughly 9-10 month prior .. so we were still working on furniture. Was a bright, beautiful spring Saturday around noon. We'd been out running errands and stopped at the house for lunch. She and I sat on the couch and the boy was in the high chair nearby, just on the cusp of the dining room/living room. We noticed our son at the same time appearing to play with someone or thing. It was as if a person was darting underneath the tray, then out, then up and behind him. He was giggling and looking everywhere to find this invisible playful friend. Went on for about 45-60 seconds, which is a long time for two people to confirm they're both seeing it! As fast as it started, it was over and he went back to eating his food with no distraction. We were both like, what the fucking hell just happened? I walked over and around the back of the high chair. I asked my son if he was OK, and he said "yeah." Then I asked him if he was playing. Again, yeah. So I look at his mother and say, "who were you playing with?" and he answers "the people." After that? Nothing in that house surprised us. wow, three of us with similar dreams. I wonder what it means subconsciously.

Who knows what dreams really are, but I gather it's not just entirely random stuff going on in your brain, since people have the same dreams. Could be some sort of evidence for a collective unconscious, which is what I'm pretty sure motivated Jung to come up with the theory.

Ive had a recurring dream every night as long as I can remember having dreams and it’s me running for my life from some terrifying thing, or me fighting for my life against some unknown assailant.

Based on what I think I know (in my faith), there is good and evil spirits (angels, demons).

Not sure I believe people see or talk to deceased family members or deceased friends. I stay away from that stuff.

However, I have expereinced several unexplained moments. One while I was young and struggling and I would say was not a good experience...I wont provide the detail.

Another, right after my dad passed. I left the hospital after he died came home and shared with my wife his final moments. Then suddenly my wife's car alarm went off (it never does) and we had some light flicker in the house and went in the garage to see what was going on. Our Garage feezer door was opened. We both "felt" something at the same time. No explanation.

Dreams (and/or Nightmares) are just emotions that you are feeling being expressed by your subconscious.

Nothing more...but there is one truth to them. They are ALWAYS about YOU!

where I'm supposed to suit up for a sporting event but can't do so.

My understanding is there are common patterns of dreams, so maybe this is one.

As for ghosts...Idk. I've seen/heard some weird stuff, but often it can get explained away after rigorous scientific analysis.

pointless tale. Read it at your own peril, and don't Butch about its length - you have been warned.

True Story. Several years ago I was doing a morning show on the radio in Richmond, VA. Following a bizarre short news story about ghosts we got a call from a guy who managed a building that was called "The Mosque."

Everyone in Richmond knew about the Mosque, which we learned had been opened in 1927 by the Shriners. Over the years it had been a concert venue where performers such as Elvis Presley, Jimi Hendrix, the Grateful Dead, Bruce Springsteen, Frank Sinatra, etc. had played.

We had hosted many a concert at the Mosque, and we were friendly with our caller. He told us that for the past decade that he had worked there, at least several times a week he'd lock up his office at the end of the day, only to discover that the next morning, it at some point over the night, it had been ransacked - papers scattered everywhere, file and desk drawers pulled open, chairs left lying on their sides - weird sticky or slimey stuff flung upon the walls and floor and there simply was no logical explanation for such random chaos, and it was beginning to drive him nuts.

I'd been doing radio for at least 20 or more years at that point, and his call sounded like it had the makings of, what could be, one killer show. It addressed a local landmark, (which was the name - the "Landmark," that "The Mosque" adopted a few years later - currently, it's called "The Altria.) In radio, you can't beat local content.

Now, at that time, spooky, unexplained phenomena was all the rages, thanks to the TV show, "The X-Files," which was a hot show that aired on Sunday nights. My partner and I loved it, and every Monday morning, we discussed the previous night's show.

We did a little digging, and determined that our caller was on the level. We talked it through and determined that, obviously, his office was plagued by poltergeists, or some such nonsense.

Regardless, this had all of the earmarks of what could be a memorable show that would generate buzz, and buzz was what kept us as the area's most popular morning show,

Accordingly, we secured the services of a local psychic, a timid, mousy middle-aged woman, whom we found working at a local bookstore that specialized in items for those interested in things paranormal and occult.

The plan was broadcast live from the Mosque with our psychic, going room to room, from top to bottom, searching for the presence of who knows what? Prior to our show, we kept our psychic in the dark - she was not a listener, and we did our show the following morning, which kept her from doing any research, should she be so inclined.

The next morning, we picked up our psychic at the station, bright and early. She brought along a friend, a fellow psychic, who was even more timid and more mousy. We went on the air at 6 that morning, and the format was, we'd play 2 songs, then go live from the Mosque with our psychic, who was instructed to use her psychic abilities to detect if there was anything hiding out in the Mosque that might account for the unexplained trashings of the manager's office, WE started on the ground floor and slowly worked our way onwards and upwards.

And so we went from break to break, with our pair of mousey psychics striking out, ghost or poltergeist-wise - then, at around 8:50, we struck psychic paydirt! Our twin psychics were yakking it up, but finding zilch, and then, as we reached the fifth floor, at exactly the same moment, both mouse psychics stopped short - one shrieked, the other began weeping hysterically - both began shaking, rocking ever so slightly back and forth and, as if choreographed, both of their right arms slowly pointed at a small door in the corner of the second hall lobby.

"There," our psychic whispered. "Yes, there - in that room," shuddered her mousey counterpart, "death," they both said, "oh, the pain, oh the despair!" And, damned if both of them didn't wobble and fall to the floor.

We went to commercials, as my partner and I, and the Mosque manager, rushed over to the shivering pile of fallen mousy psychics. Both were crying and gasping for air. "Oh, that poor man," one of the psychics cried.

Her fellow psychic was out cold, down for the count - our psychic regained her senses, and as we went back on the air, live, she told us, "in that room," she pointed towards that small door - "he died in agony, scratching at the door - he couldn't get out."

After that, both women were useless. They whimpered, spoke in barely audible whispers, punctuated by sobs and shudders. It was just about 9 AM, time for our "9 at 9," 9 songs linked by the common theme of ghosts, and spooky shit like that.

We promised to get to the bottom of our show's unexpected, mysterious ending, and we threw it back to the studio on Basie Road, where our program director sat in for us.

We sent our shaken psychics home, and we went to the big downtown library, where a nice, accommodating librarian promised to dig into our story. She called me at around 4 that afternoon. After going through hours of searching, she found the story.

"On February 14, 1961, Harold Warner Ir. passed away in the huge, Wurlitzer organ's control room, at the Richmond Mosque Theater. He had been fine-tuning the instrument for an upcoming national meeting of theater organists. The massive heart attack that claimed his life was most likely caused by climbing the many flights of stairs between the first-floor organ console and fifth- floor control room."

We learned that the late Mr. Warner had volunteered his time to keep the Wurlitzer functioning. While in the throes of his fatal heart attack, he had crawled to the closed door and scratched at it with his last bit of energy. His body was discovered blocking the entry to the room.

We were shocked. We couldn't have imagined such a discovery. It was told to us that when someone dies such an horrific death, it was believed that their soul was trapped at that site. Further research (and our wish to take advantage of what had just happened, live on the air,) revealed that we might be able to free Mr. Warner's trapped soul, and end the mischief that took place in the manager's office on a weekly basis, with some sort of exorcism, designed to set trapped souls free.

I honestly can't recall how such a ceremony was performed, but I do remember that later that week, at midnight, we all gathered in the manager's office, and some sort of exorcism was performed. Sadly, since then, my beloved partner has passed away, so there's nobody to confer with to fill in the blanks of my memory.

I do recall that we continued to check in with the manager of the Mosque, and the unexplained trashings of his office never took place again.

Sorry for such a long, rambling post. I haven't thought about the whole affair in decades, but I swear it happened as described. I don't really know what to make of the whole damn thing. Now I have to go in search of the cassette recording that I'm sure that we made that morning - if, indeed, I was the one who kept it. If not, I won't trouble my partner's wife to look for it.

What does this story reveal? Damned if I know other than what our old friend, Hamlet once said,
" There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. “

Or, for that matter, my philosophy, if I actually have a philosophy, which is doubtful.

And now, back to BBI, which is already in progress.

And, yes, my first name is Jeff. Now scram.

Okay, Butch.

great story and nice to hear from you...

In comment 16125366 Waldo Jeffers said:

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Okay, Butch.

That's a pretty cool story... thx for sharing

In comment 16125067 pjcas18 said:

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or supernatural (if that's even what this is) experience I had was in my early 20's I moved with my girlfriend from CT to DC. One of my best friends father had been diagnosed with colon cancer, but it was early and prognosis was good. After living in DC for a while, I woke up one morning and looked at my girlfriend and I said "I just had the weirdest dream. My friends father was in my dream and he appeared like a ghost and ascended up in spirit form to heaven". I think he died. She thought nothing of it. I went to work and just as I sat down my work phone rang and it was my friend's girlfriend calling from CT and I began to get a tingling sensation in my spine and she was in tears and she said my friend's father passed away that morning" If I didn't tell my girlfriend when I woke up, no one would believe me, but there have been a couple more instances like that, but nothing as immediate and verifiable.

I had a dream my father had died. The next few days after that I tried to call him but could never get him on the phone. (He was in a nursing home and would often not hear it). I talked to my mom a day or so after that and she said he was fine, so I didn't think anything of it. A week went by and my sister died, 24 hours after that he died as well. One of my biggest regrets was no trying harder to get a hold of him.

but I have saw a lot of strange things over the years I can't explain. One of those involved a tour we went on at a place called the Quarantine Station in Australia.

It was the spot in Sydney Australia where all ships had to dock and download their passengers. Before the passengers could go out in the population they had to stay there until they had showed they were disease free. If memory serves this place was up and running for years before it eventually closed, probably late 1800's to mid 1900's, but I'm going off of memory from the tour.

One of the first places they stop buy was an old building. They had us go into this room, they shut off all the lights and asked us to just open our minds and see if we heard or saw anything. About 20 of us were in the room for maybe five minutes. While I was in there, I heard a voice that I could of swore was coming from the outside, so I didn't think much of it. It wasn't loud but was as if someone was speaking directly into my ear. What I heard was someone say...

"Good boy, good boy"

As we exited the building the tour guide asked us if we heard or saw anything. No one raised their hand, and I was questioning if I even heard what I thought. The tour guide went on to say the room we were in was part of an old Stable...

The tour went on and we saw a few other strange things, but it was easier to rationalize those things, doors moving on their own, etc...

Yes. I've seen & heard too much weird stuff not to believe in them. I remember one time going into the basement & going into this room where my late grandfather's rocking chair was. The room was ice cold and it was in the middle of the summer. And one time my sister was making lunch for herself when the basement door started jiggling, as if someone was trying to open it. She immediately ran out of the house & it wouldn't return until someone else-in this case, me-came back into the house with her. We checked it out & there was no one downstairs & no way to get into the basement from the outside.

& I don't consider myself a crank for believing in ghosts. I think we landed on the moon. I think Oswald was the lone assassin. But I do believe in ghosts & spirits.

In comment 16125060 mittenedman said:

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had all sorts of paranormal activity. House was over 200 years old, and a few people died in it over the years in odd fashion, including the original owner committing suicide + a child that was killed. There was a staircase going up to the 2nd floor which seemed to be the hotbed - my aunt had kept a lot of the original artwork from the house and the picture frames were ALWAYS going crooked up the staircase. You'd straighten them, and 20 mins later they were crooked again. One night, I was staying in the 2nd floor bedroom and I heard the footsteps of a large, heavyset person walking up the stairs at 3 am. THUMPING up the stairs, like the heaviest steps you could imagine. I thought someone had broken into the house. When the footsteps reached the top of the stairs, they just stopped. Nothing. One of the creepiest things I've ever heard. Another time, a contractor who was working on the house went to the bathroom - when he came out, a picture that was on the wall was laying in the center of the room, on the floor. He slept in his car that night, and refused to go back into the house alone.

Please say East Hampton NY. I live in EH CT and I have heard those steps. It's usually early morning and no one is awake and I assume my wife but she is next to me every time.

Oddly enough, the house ended up burning down in a horrific, unexplained fire not too long after that.