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I've had many experiences with what I believe are ghosts. I had two relatives die within a week from each other and a few weeks after that, very weird things started to happen. I've felt someone touch my back when nobody was there. I've had objects move by themselves when I'm asleep at night. What's weird is when these things happen my door is locked and I'm the only one in the room. Very freaky.
by GC11 on Fri Jan 16, 04 10:11am
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On several occasions, I heard a voice saying "I saw you" coming from my computer speakers. It was a long time ago on a low-tech system, so it probably wasn't a hacker, and I know the speakers couldn't pick up radio waves. It may or may not have been a ghost, but it sure was some freaky shit.
Well, I posted the ballot, so I should at least add my ghost story.
About one year ago, I was riding my bicycle off to my brother's place. Part of the trip there includes riding down a bicycle/pedestrian path, and then over a highway overcrossing that is approximately 100 metres in length.
Up ahead on the path and about to walk across the overcrossing, were two women who seemed to be talking and laughing, and generally enjoying the day. I thought nothing of it, and I suspected that I would overtake them and pass them on the bridge.
However, when I rounded the corner to the entrance of the bridge, they were nowhere to be seen! Considering that I was travelling at about 20 kph, and should have overtaken them at the beginning of the bridge, this was very strange. Even if these women were olympic sprinters, they could not have made it to the other side before I began crossing the bridge. Further, the terrain on the other side of the bridge consists of nothing but open fields. Where did they go? That was a bit unnerving to say the least.
I thought I saw one once. But it turned out to be Old Man McCoy, the janitor at the abandoned amusement park. He tried to scare my grandma off her farm so he could steal the stolen gold he once buried here. And he would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for them meddling kids and their pesky dog!
Hey, that pesky dog has a name--that's Mr. Scooby to you. Those "meddling kids" has you called them had something we all could use--courage.
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