Ghost's
do any of u believe in ghosts?? weird enough I do.. and if u do then what's the weirdest thing that uve had a ghost do to u???

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At 10:03 am
alikatt92
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I don't believe in "ghosts" those are things that jump out at you and say "boo." But i do believe in spirits. My grandparent's house is haunted, and although there aren't any scary events going on quite as much now, there were some major freaky things happening. like, the chairs from the kitchen would be in the hallway and we'd keep putting them back, but they kept moving. once, my uncle's girlfriend at the time was in the hallway upstairs, and something picked her up and moved her to the other side. and this still happens, when your in the kitchen at the sink, doing dishes, or washing your hands, or w/e, sometimes theres something kind of pushing against your back. lol my mom thought it was me one day, but there was no one in the room with her. pretty crazy. well that's my story.
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At 09:44 am
AlexINTJ
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When I was 5 or so I entered this minor contest drawing outside of a grocery store. The raffle was for a bicycle. The dude who was running the show had watched me put my name in and, this was very strange, addressed me by my nickname (which he shouldn't have known) and told me that I was going to win the thing. I did. Bizarrely, I won three other bicycles after that from three separate places that year. The strange part was I thought I saw him several times in the next ten years at various places including the other end of the country. I brought up my strange "glitch in memory recognition" as I had called it and my mother said that whoever I saw wasn't the guy from contest stand. That the guy I remembered clearly was not 6'4, black, and in his mid sixties, but some young Caucasian bloke with blonde hair and blue eyes. It was just really strange because before each time I saw him I had this chilling feeling, the hairs on the back of my neck would stand up and I knew he was there before I turned around. It was oddly unsettling. Of course I know that it was my brain going haywire, that it was my own memory at fault, but it was just entirely foreign being at the receiving end of that type of delusion and recognizing it. So no, I don’t believe in ghosts, but I know that it wouldn’t be hard to do so.
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