I was walking in the village I used to live in, at night, smoking a joint, heard a woman scream in terror in the distance. No one opened their window shutters (this was Germany). I kept smoking.

Okay, here's the story about driving through a ghost.

I'm driving with my friend, we were coming back from Kitzingen after hanging out with friends, and we're almost home on a country road in between the village of Maibach and Holzhausen outside of Schweinfurt. Right after you leave Maibach there's a small forest you go through, and although it was a clear night where you could see the moon out, once we started entering the forest, it started becoming foggy. Once the fog started getting heavy, there was a sudden clarity in it where an old woman was standing right in the middle of the road, she looked like the crazy cat lady from The Simpsons.

I'm going like 60 mph, so I had no time to react, plus we're both stoned so that didn't help either. I remember just as we saw her, she was looking towards the forest and right when the car was about to hit her she turned to look right at us, and that's when we just drove into her and she just vanished like a bunch of mist.

That's the only time I've ever seen a ghost, while walking around my village at night (Pfersdorf-Poppenhausen) I heard a woman scream like she was being killed, really loud and horrible full of terror sounding, I have a feeling that was a ghost too.

Never experienced anything like that in the states, aside from the motion detecting flood-lights for my parent's house turning on once, when they were always off, and a dream where I almost had a nightmare when someone said they were a ghost of the darker kind (not racist). Though my parent's house in Georgia backs up to another house that has a small graveyard in the backyard from the civil war.

LOL found my old house in Pfersdorf on Google.

Left side, my old room was in the basement/bottom floor (that's the back of the house/duplex).


My old home that's the neighbors unit listed.

don't do drugs kids...

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plus we're both stoned so that didn't help either.

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Hey, it was good old German indoor, outdoor stuff was nonexistent and more of a Eastern European lolpoors thing. Plus the hash, more abundant than the pot.

My mom called me this morning and she asked, " you have time...":

My grandmother died earlier this year and it has really devasted my mom. My grandmother had 11 kids and she said my mom was her favorite. My mom has never really gotten over the loss and she often visits her gravesite in her hometown of Odessa. She thinks there was something that my mother wanted to tell her before she passed. Grandmother was going to tell her one day but a nurse came in and interrupted. Mom asked her, "what where you going I tell me?" "oh I don't remember." She even talks to an old photo of my grandmother all the time.

Mom says she senses the presence of her mother in her aprttment. She says several strange unexplainable events h e occurred:

A tv is turned on in the middle of the day when my mom gets home in the afternoon. It's a tv she rarely watches.

One night, Mom says she heard a noise in the kitchen. She got up to inspect and she found Two pot holders were in the kitchen floor. My mom is a neat freak and she doesn't go to bed without cleaning up the kitchen. No way she could have left them on the kitchen floor.

Last week she was doing a load of laudry and she could not find a one of pair of booties that she often wore to bed. She looked all over her small apartment and nothing. Her apartment is less than 700 sq ft. After a couple of days, she turned to my grandmothers photo and told her in Spanish, "mom, you better help me find that sock, you know I can't sleep without that pair."

The next morning, to my moms surprise the sock/bootie was on the bathroom floor. Again, my mom is a neat freak, no way does she leave stuff like this laying around.

When my mom told me all this morning she broke down and started to cry. I told her that she need to tell abuelita to go ahead and go on to the otherw side. The reason she's "sticking around" is due to my mom's sadness and loneliness. I assure her she would see her again. She just needs to let go...

For what it's worth, I had a friend die in a car accident when I was a freshman at A&M. I found out at around 1 am. That afternoon I came home from class and was really tired so I took a nap. In my dream I was at his wake and everyone was there wailing. There was much weeping and gnashing of teeth. It was so loud that I had to step outside. I immediately see him about 20 yards away walking up a staircase of what looked like clouds. He turned around, looked at me, and waved goodbye. Then he turned back around and walked up into the clouds. I woke up drenched in sweat and crying.

I'm sure it was just a dream, but it made me feel better about the whole thing.

I do have 2 ghostly encounters I need to contribute. Stay tuned.



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My sister had a friend who died for cancer about 10 years ago. The night he passed, he visited her and a few of his close friends in their dreams telling them he was home now.

I'm tuned, coach.

I'm tuned, coach

Tuned.

I stayed at the Congress Plaza in dowtown Chicago last month. Supposedly the cities most haunted hotel. But no ghost stories to report.

Still tuned...

I stayed the night on the USS Lexington twice when I was in the scouts and once again when I was in JROTC. Being an older scout/higher ranking cadet we got to do fire watch at night when everyone else was asleep, where one of the employees of the ship took us around and showed us a bunch of places that you couldn't normally get into.

The coolest place was the top of the tower at night because you could just see forever, and just stare out at the ocean.

But anywho, this is about ghost stories. While our group was being led around by this after hours tour, we were in the tower, then made our way down to the flight deck. As we were all walking around, I turned around and glanced up at the tower (where we just were) and saw something darting across the windows and turning off the lights. I figured that we left someone behind and they were just rushing to catch up. A couple others in the group saw it as well as our guide. I asked him if there was anyone that was supposed to be up there, or if we left anyone behind, and he answered quite emphatically, "Nope." Kinda creepy.

The next time was when we were taken down into the Sick Bay. I don't know about some of y'all, but everything in that room just felt wrong. I don't know how else to explain it, it just felt like something ominous was there. Looking into the surgery was the worst, especially knowing that they didn't exactly have great anesthesia back then, and there were still stains from where blood had spilled on some of the surfaces. I don't know, chalk it up to stupid youth, but man, that place felt bad.

I'll post the story tonight after work.

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There are a couple of Ghost Hunters episodes from the USS Lexington. Check them out - pretty good findings, IIRC.

STILL TUNED!!!

I don't believe in ghosts, but I do believe in spiritual warfare and supernatural stuff (angels, demons, etc.) and I've got a few good stories of my experiences with that kind of stuff. I'll type the up when I get home, if anyone is interested.

Um, yeah...Texags wants your haunting spiritual warfare stories!

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please tell!

I haven't seen one, but I've felt it. As a Catholic, we think ghosts don't exist. Spirits are in heaven, hell, or purgatory or whatnot. So if you feel anything ghost-like, Catholics would say its a demon.

My freshmen year at A&M I lived in Lechner, and one of my close friends lived down the hall from me. It was the Wednesday before spring break, and neither of us had Friday classes, so we were planning to head back to Garland the next day.

To give a little background about this story, I had just written a short essay about the Bible, and why I believe it is more than just a book, but the actual God inspired "instruction manual" for life. It wasn't for a class or anything, I just posted it to facebook because I had been discussing my faith with someone over facebook, and felt that was the easiest way for me to make my point. After it was up, I got numerous comments and questions regarding it, and my friend who was my ride home for SB told me he wanted to talk about it on the car ride.

Anyway, it was about 11:00pm Wednesday night, and I was sitting on my computer not really doing anything, when I decided to get ready for bed. As I shut my laptop, I heard a voice, angry and malevolent. It wasn't "audible" in the sense that I really heard it, and I don't think my roommate would have been able to hear it had he been there, but all the same, I know that it wasn't my own thoughts in my head. It said "there's nothing that can save you now." However, at exactly the same moment, literally simultaneous to the wicked voice, a strong and valiant voice said "that's not true."

I was instantly terrified and knew I had to get out of the room. There was palpable evil surrounding me, and it felt like a pressure all around me, like being underwater, except I could breath. As soon as I crossed the threshold into the hallway the relief of being away from what I am convinced were demons rushed over me. I walked across the street to All Faiths and called a friend who lived in a different north side dorm to come over and pray with me. I was on the verge of tears. He came and prayed over me, and two other friends of mine happened to be in All Faiths getting out of Bible study and they prayed as well. I calmed down, and we prayed that my room would be emptied of the demons and protected from their return so I could go back and sleep.

The next day, on the way home, me and my friend were in a really bad car accident, and to this day I'm not sure how we came out of it totally unharmed except for the possibility of divine protection. In the aftermath of the crash, when surveying the wreckage, we realized that the driver side roof was crushed in, and because of how tall my friend is, it should have injured his head. At my feet was a drawstring backpack with three or four engineering textbooks easily weighing 50 lbs, but I was sitting shot gun and the bag started at the very very back of the car; it couldn't have gotten to where it was without coming within a foot of either of our heads. The doctor who checked us out couldn't find anything but a tiny scratch on my elbow, and neither my friend nor I even woke up sore the next day, though we were told we would.

I can't prove it, but I believe that the demons from the previous night were planning to try and cause us both to die in the wreck, and the angels were affirming that they would be ready to keep us safe.

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ugh, that gave me chills!!

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That's crazy that you guys were in a car wreck like that.... wow.

What happened? Did someone run a red light or what?

All these stories have the believability of the typical "I didn't think it could happen" bullshlt found in Penthouse Forum letters.

Also, last fall, on campus, there was a 21 program of prayer and fasting called "The Divine Experiment" that I chose to participate in. Over the course of it, I felt I had grown much closer to God, and near the end of it I had a dream that I think was no ordinary dream.

In my dream I was in my boxers, tied to a chair in a dark room, being interrogated by a person who I didn't know. He kept telling me that if I didn't denounce my belief in Jesus he would kill me, and kept pointing a handgun at my face. I kept telling him "Go ahead and kill me, I'll just be united with God in heaven" and he was getting really angry that I wasn't afraid of him or afraid to die.

After a few minutes of him threatening me, and me basically laughing it off, he smiled a cruel smile and said "what if it's not you I kill?" Then I noticed that the room we were in was a lecture hall and all the seats had other students in the chairs, all in shadow and none of whom I recognized, except one who was sitting in a small patch of light. It was one of my close friends. Everyone else in the room looked angry and sinister, like the guy who had the gun, but my friend looked dazed, and maybe a bit apathetic. I kept trying to call out to him, but he didn't seem to notice I was there, he just kept looking around the room sort of curious like, but not alarmed at all.

The leader of the group told me to deny Christ or watch him murder my friend. Now, in real life I believe that this friend is saved, but for whatever reason, in the dream I was very unsure if he was a true Christian, or just claimed to be. I began to panic, because I knew if I were killed I would go to heaven, but I wasn't sure he would if he were killed. I started to struggle to get free and was shouting his name louder and more frantically. The leader guy grew upset with me and struck me over the head with the gun. My friend seemed to notice that, and began to look around the room again, this time uncertain of why he was there or what was happening. I called out to him again, and he looked at me, and I could tell he recognized me, but it was as though he didn't remember why he knew my face.

I was screaming like crazy telling him to get up and leave, but the gunman kept saying "He can't leave, he's stuck here till one of you dies. If you reject Jesus, he lives and you die, if not, he dies and you... well, actually I'll still probably kill you!" But at this point I didn't care what he said, because I began to realize that, although i was bound, my friend was not. So pleaded with him to get up and walk away, and he began to look really scared, like he knew he shouldn't be there anymore, like it wasn't safe for him. Then, because dreams don't always make sense, I realized I had a free hand and my cell phone. I went through my contacts to get to my Bible Study leader, and called out to my friend, who looked right at me and finally seemed to know who i was. I shouted "Call this number. Tell him what happened. He can help you walk with God! He can explain what's going on!" and I threw my phone to my friend. He snapped back to full awareness and caught it. He looked at me as though to say "Are you sure I shouldn't help you?!" and I said "Just go! I'll be ok!"

The gunman was furious at me, and kept shouting at my friend, who was pushing through the crowd to the door at the back to leave, he kept shouting "SIT DOWN! YOU CAN'T LEAVE! HOW DARE YOU DEFY ME! SIT DOWN OR I'LL KILL YOU BOTH! COME BACK HERE!" but he clearly didn't have any real power over my friend anymore. After my friend left the room the gunman turned to me in a rage. "Well, that still isn't going to save YOU!" he spat. But I just started to laugh and laugh, and said "You're crazy... I'm already saved! You can't change that!"

He put the gun to my head and pulled the trigger and I woke up with the words "do not be fooled by the world" in my head. I wrote it down and told my friend about it later, because I felt God had given me the vision to encourage him to walk closer with God.

In regards to the car wreck, no, the only car involved was us. What happened was our fault, but I think that the severity of the wreck was beyond what it "should" have been.

We were driving, and it was getting hot in the car with my jacket on, so I undid my seatbelt and took it off. A few minutes later, my buddy wanted to take his off as well, and I remember thinking "We should pull over for him to do this" but instead of saying anything, I began to help him struggle out of his jacket while driving. So he was flailing his arms and I was pulling on the right sleeve, and he lost control of the car. It would be easy to say there was nothing supernatural about two dumb college guys driving recklessly. Maybe that's all it was.

But I still think that even though the accident was our fault, the severity of it and they way he lost control happened too fast and was too un-correctable to have just been an issue of bad driving practice. I've accidentally drifted out of my lane, but never has it led to that kind of wild spinning and rolling of the car.

whatd your friend say after you told him?

To be honest, I'm not sure I remember. I felt a strong burden that I had to tell him about it, but I didn't ever feel that it was my place to ask how/if it affected him, encouraged him... It was like I was just a messenger.

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Lithium. Get on it.

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I don't mean to disrespect anyone's faith, but man you are bible thumpy

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What's wrong with that?