I have wanted to know this for some time now.(but never been able to get an answer)and if i ask people, some say yes and some say no! if you have seen or now thet ghosts are nreal please answer my question. thankyou.....

AKaeTrue

I've seen and witnessed paranormal phenomenas before that
cannot be understood, explained, or proved.
I'd like to believe that I really saw, witnessed and experienced
these things because otherwise I'm left to question my sanity, health and wellbeing.

chek101

I think the experience I had once would popularly be termed as having a ghost encounter. Read what I wrote below:
True story here:



Back, when I was a young working mother, I was resting on the couch. I was exhausted. I was a postal worker then and the Christmas and New Year’s holidays had just passed. Unfortunately for us postal workers, that time of the year is always hard on us; it means a LOT of work, and a LOT of mandatory overtime hours. I didn’t mind all the work or the hours, because I really needed the extra money to cover the holiday expenses. Something my kids seem to forget.

This one Christmas season, shortly after the holidays, I finally caved in from the heavy workload. I had gotten maybe 3 hrs sleep a day: some day’s none, and had worked for 29 days straight with no days off. So yeah, I caved, and I just let myself fall to the couch.

As I lay there, I was thinking, I was in heaven and that there’s no place else on this earth that I want to be more than right where I was …when … the phone rang. Oddly, it was my sister calling from California telling me terrible news: my sister had just been killed in a car crash. How my sister in California knew before I did or my mother did, was a mystery to us because she lived 3000 miles away at that time. Yet, she was the first to know. I tell you I was so tired and exhausted that all I wanted to do was sleep. I think I just somehow shut out that phone call - my brain was too shot to comprehend what I was hearing or maybe refusing to comprehend what I was hearing. I don’t know which it was, or what was going on with me with that because I certainly loved my sister. I didn’t like her husband because he was abusive to her, and was always driving her and their 5 kids around, drunk. So many times, they had minor accidents because of that man. Well, finally one of those accidents killed her. I fell asleep … a better place for me at that time.

Next thing I know, my husband comes home from work and wakes me up, telling me how sorry he was to hear about my sister. I guess the word had finally gotten to him as I slept. I don’t know how that went down either, all I know is he knew when he came home. That’s when it all finally hit me and I just cried and cried. He was good to me then; he insisted that I go straight to bed because now he was home and could get the kids off to bed for me. So that’s what I did … I went to my bedroom and climbed into bed and fell instantly out cold before the tears on my face could dry.

Later, I have no idea how much later, but … well … first let me explain that I had this small dog, her name was Tribby, and she liked sleeping with me. Sometimes she could jump up on the bed easily, other times, when she felt like being pampered, she wanted me to pick her up and put her on the bed, at which point she would scratch on the side of the bed closest to my face till I’d pick her up.

Now later …
So I’m out cold, right? Naturally, Tribby begins pestering me to pick her up and bring her into bed with me. I could feel her scratching and pawing at my feet thru the blanket near the foot of the bed. I lay there, sort’ve asleep but somewhat conscious of her really being pushy. Gradually, I was becoming more and more awake. Finally, almost fully awake now, but my eyes still locked in that “I’m-not-opening-up-I-don’t-care-what-you-say” mode, I started thinking, but what is Tribby doing down there at that end? Why is she bothering me from way down there??? Why not over here at this end by my face likes she usually does? Now, I’m sorta mad, because now I have to scramble all the way down to the foot of the bed and pick her up when a quick reach-over down my end would’ve done the trick and I could’ve fallen right back to sleep again with hardly any disturbance.

But no … she had to nag me. So, I flipped over on my right side really angry with her now, when my face hit full into her fur. She WAS already on the bed with me. I jerked awake now, thinking but if she’s here with me now, what the heck was tapping on my foot?
Let me tell you … that’s when the ma-shuga hit the fan: man, I leaped into a sitting position and immediately looked down towards the foot of the bed. There stood the scariest sight I EVER saw in my whole life! And … I knew WHO it was (I don’t know how, but I knew) and I knew WHAT it was … it was my sister … the one killed earlier that day, and here she was at the foot of my bed! She looked like a stenciled silhouette drawn in pale blue light. And it was exactly the size and shape of my sister … she was a short person, maybe 4ft 2”. She made some sort of gesture with her hands, but that is as far as she got because what I did next made her zoom off, and that was scream and scream and scream. My husband and son hearing my screams … crashed thru the bedroom door without even trying to open it, knocking it off one hinge. I was still screaming when my husband grabbed me and still couldn’t stop. He found me sitting upright in bed with one arm extended, pointed to a spot on the wall. You see, when I scared my poor sister’s spirit off, it shrunk into this little ball of light and flew into the wall … to that spot that I was still pointing to when my husband and son crashed thru the door. It would be some twenty years later before I would ever sleep with the light off again in that room! I mounted a night light in that spot where the ball of light went.

No, I was not dreaming, my husband says the same thing. I KNOW when I am dreaming! I was AWAKE! Was that after life? I don’t know, I don’t think so. I think it was a kind of residue: a kind of left over-something that used to occupy time and space but was then slowly being erased.

There it is. What it was? Who knows?

N0help4u

I believe there are ghosts that do not know to move on to the next life or they are too scared.
But I also believe your Christian/Bible replies that many of them are demonic spirits.
I have seen demon manifestations a couple times and angels at least two times. I have also seen demons manifest through people when my friends were doing excorcisms on some people. I have also felt my deceased bf stand behind me at times. One way to tell if a spirit is good or bad is you have a calm feeling or an eerie feeling.
I have never seen a ghost but I believe they are real because of the countless stories of haunted places. I want to someday go to the haunted railroad track in Texas where you put baby powder on the trunk and put your car in neutral and it is pushed across the railroad tracks and there are hand prints in the baby powder. People that have done it more than once say it is really neat the first time but if you keep doing it it gets scary because the spirits don't like being played like that.

Robert Brenner

Amzamz, I would have to say, first, define ghosts, then define real.
Hello, My name is Robert and I am a medium. I deal with spirits, and since I belive that this physical experience is a illusion anyway, what is real? I have studied and worked with energies, meditation and Spirits since early age. My son died in a car crash in 1993. On the third day after he came to me in meditation. He told me the experience was like the movie Ghosts, that I watched the night before he died. Except the "Black growly figures" So in that movie, is Patrick a ghost? some would say yes! I don't belive there are bad spirits, only bad people. I do belive that what you belive, you create. Perception is very powerful. Lots of people send me photos, thats how I work. They feel they are being haunted, I read the photo and ask them questions about lost loved ones. Turns out, their GHOSTS, are simply lost loved ones, dropping in to say hello! It is very rewarding!
ok...I've gone on long enough! hope this helps!
In light, love and peace, Robert

cassieluvsnick247

yes i know ghosts are real i saw someone out on my porch he was a little boy maybe 8 years old. he had a black short sleve shirt on. i only saw his elbow but i believe it was a ghost. i was sitting my my window when i saw him. when i moved the curtain he was gone.....

BiWiccanAndProud

Yes I believe ghosts are real firmly and truly. When I was around 8 years I was wide awake in the middle of the night while I was petting my dog Misty, my believed friend, who had died two days earlier. I think that's enough to make anyone believe... but I suppose that you have to witness the paranormal to truly believe it. I have a weird little ability of my own but I won't say it... everyone always tells me I'm lieing or finds it the... weirder part of me among other beings of my personality and self.

ttara81

People who say ghosts aren't real have never had an encounter with one. I have had many encounters starting at a very young age. I woke up in the middle of the night and there was a "white" figure standing right beside my bed as if looking upon me. Two nights later, my grandmother died. I saw this figure again a few years later and my aunt died shortly after. My father saw my grandmother a few nights before he died. My mother saw my grandmother the night before my grandfather died. I don't know why some people see them and some people don't. My sister has never had an encounter. But I truly believe in them. I know what I've saw and I know my eyes weren't playing tricks on me. I don't have any explanations, I can only tell you of my experience.

BiWiccanAndProud

agreed... but then there are people out there who have had the experiences but refuse to believe they happened. I don't know how they can deny such things but they do...