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Digging this thread out of the grave.
I call bullshit on ghosts. Could they exist? Sure, I suppose it's possible. Who am I to tell you something doesn't exist that I have no proof doesn't exist. That's what makes religion so frustrating. But for me to believe in ghosts, it would have to make sense or I would have to actually see one. In 30 plus years? Never seen a thing.
So you say this house/room is haunted? Let me check it out...Nope.
I've been dragged on ghost hunts by my friends in the past. One was to the old Mansfield prison where Shawshank Redemption was filmed. Real scary place. So scary, they served us pizza midway through the hunt. I also went to the Waverly Sanitarium in Louisville. Boring. I don't think the people there for the hunt enjoyed me very much because I was just goofing off while all of the weirdos were carrying around stupid tape recorders asking empty rooms if any spirits were there. Get the fuck out of here. I truly didn't expect to see anything there. That shit doesn't make sense. Ghosts aren't an attraction that you pay money to see. But common sense would tell me that if a ghost was there and I'm going around making a mockery of it's existence, that it would make sure to put me in my place and scare the living shit out of me until I cried all the way to the car with piss running down my legs. If the place truly had ghosts, I doubt a company would give paid tours to people who could get hurt or freak out and jump off a ledge. Can companies get ghost insurance? Anyway, outside of paying to see ghosts, never have I seen anything. They have that show on tv, Ghost Hunters. That show has been on for what, 50 years? People say they have found some creepy stuff. Oooooooooh. How about that one episode where they point and say "Hey, check it out over there. That is a fucking ghost!" And then the cameraman turns and, voila, a fucking ghost. Just kidding. That's never happened. Never. These professional ghost hunters can't even capture one ghost on camera after a gazillion episodes.
I hate to say it, but if you tell me that you've seen a ghost, I'm judging you pretty hard and probably assume that you should be in a padded room.
Is there shit that you or I can't explain? Certainly. That's called life. Who in the fuck can explain everything? But there IS an explanation whether you or I know it or not.
Too often, it seems like peoples accounts of ghost sightings is from what someone else has told them they saw. I'm not taking anyone elses word for it when it comes to seeing a ghost. I'm more likely to just assume you're crazy. So to any ghosts out there reading BP...come and find me you stupid sons of bitches. I'm waiting...
I call bullshit on ghosts. Could they exist? Sure, I suppose it's possible. Who am I to tell you something doesn't exist that I have no proof doesn't exist. That's what makes religion so frustrating. But for me to believe in ghosts, it would have to make sense or I would have to actually see one. In 30 plus years? Never seen a thing.
So you say this house/room is haunted? Let me check it out...Nope.
I've been dragged on ghost hunts by my friends in the past. One was to the old Mansfield prison where Shawshank Redemption was filmed. Real scary place. So scary, they served us pizza midway through the hunt. I also went to the Waverly Sanitarium in Louisville. Boring. I don't think the people there for the hunt enjoyed me very much because I was just goofing off while all of the weirdos were carrying around stupid tape recorders asking empty rooms if any spirits were there. Get the fuck out of here. I truly didn't expect to see anything there. That shit doesn't make sense. Ghosts aren't an attraction that you pay money to see. But common sense would tell me that if a ghost was there and I'm going around making a mockery of it's existence, that it would make sure to put me in my place and scare the living shit out of me until I cried all the way to the car with piss running down my legs. If the place truly had ghosts, I doubt a company would give paid tours to people who could get hurt or freak out and jump off a ledge. Can companies get ghost insurance? Anyway, outside of paying to see ghosts, never have I seen anything. They have that show on tv, Ghost Hunters. That show has been on for what, 50 years? People say they have found some creepy stuff. Oooooooooh. How about that one episode where they point and say "Hey, check it out over there. That is a fucking ghost!" And then the cameraman turns and, voila, a fucking ghost. Just kidding. That's never happened. Never. These professional ghost hunters can't even capture one ghost on camera after a gazillion episodes.
I hate to say it, but if you tell me that you've seen a ghost, I'm judging you pretty hard and probably assume that you should be in a padded room.
Is there shit that you or I can't explain? Certainly. That's called life. Who in the fuck can explain everything? But there IS an explanation whether you or I know it or not.
Too often, it seems like peoples accounts of ghost sightings is from what someone else has told them they saw. I'm not taking anyone elses word for it when it comes to seeing a ghost. I'm more likely to just assume you're crazy. So to any ghosts out there reading BP...come and find me you stupid sons of bitches. I'm waiting...
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Some things definitely survive death.
I opened this thread up to the first page and was confronted by the spectre of Gatorubet.
I opened this thread up to the first page and was confronted by the spectre of Gatorubet.
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I've haunted this site for quite a few years.
Never saw any of the posts that got him banned, though.
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You read any of the really super long ones followed by more really super long ones, followed by even more, nearly impossible super long ones, rinse, repeat, repeat and rinse and even more really super long ones, so as to really hijack entire swaths of the board?
If the answer is yes, then you did.
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Nutriaitch
Retired Super Hero
about 1/2 mile from my current house, there is a really old plantation style home. I don't think it's civil war era old, but not very long after that.
this is a really nice looking house when fixed up and painted. it goes through owners like crazy (at least half a dozen in last 30 years).
it's allegedly haunted. heard all sorts of outrageous stories. supposedly that's why no one keeps it more than a couple years, and it takes forever to sell when it goes on market.
one stretch of it being vacant and for sale happened when I was probably about 13 or so. it was run down, ragged, and looks really freaking creepy. huge oak trees out front with lots of Spanish miss dangling. no lights, needed paint, couple window with boards on them, etc.
me and a buddy decided we was breaking in and spending the night in that house. mainly because our friends said we didn't have the balls to do it. I mean what other reason does a teenager need to do anything.
so we get in through a back window late one evening. walk around and scope the place out. it looks pretty much like you would expect a 100+ year old old house that's been abandoned for a while to look. dark, dusty, spider webs, and a few remnants of crap from previous owners.
we go upstairs and find where's the best spot to setup camp. found a room that was boarded shut so no one will see our lantern.
spread out the sleeping bags and food.
roamed around a little smoking stolen cigarettes waiting for dark. house has a TON of potential for anyone who has money to sink into. other than the musky smell, looked to be an easy night.
a couple hours after dark, we start hearing things. mostly creaks and cracks that are common in old houses. I grew up in an old house, so no big deal. then around midnight or 1am, we both got up sprinted out of that bitch like our heads was on fire.
do this day, neither of us can explain why. we didn't see or hear anything that can't be easily explained. we didn't discuss leaving, or hint at it, or even make eye contact or anything before it happened.
just for no reason whatsoever we almost simultaneously bolted out like lil bitches. completely unprovoked.
my sleeping bag is probably still in that room.
this is a really nice looking house when fixed up and painted. it goes through owners like crazy (at least half a dozen in last 30 years).
it's allegedly haunted. heard all sorts of outrageous stories. supposedly that's why no one keeps it more than a couple years, and it takes forever to sell when it goes on market.
one stretch of it being vacant and for sale happened when I was probably about 13 or so. it was run down, ragged, and looks really freaking creepy. huge oak trees out front with lots of Spanish miss dangling. no lights, needed paint, couple window with boards on them, etc.
me and a buddy decided we was breaking in and spending the night in that house. mainly because our friends said we didn't have the balls to do it. I mean what other reason does a teenager need to do anything.
so we get in through a back window late one evening. walk around and scope the place out. it looks pretty much like you would expect a 100+ year old old house that's been abandoned for a while to look. dark, dusty, spider webs, and a few remnants of crap from previous owners.
we go upstairs and find where's the best spot to setup camp. found a room that was boarded shut so no one will see our lantern.
spread out the sleeping bags and food.
roamed around a little smoking stolen cigarettes waiting for dark. house has a TON of potential for anyone who has money to sink into. other than the musky smell, looked to be an easy night.
a couple hours after dark, we start hearing things. mostly creaks and cracks that are common in old houses. I grew up in an old house, so no big deal. then around midnight or 1am, we both got up sprinted out of that bitch like our heads was on fire.
do this day, neither of us can explain why. we didn't see or hear anything that can't be easily explained. we didn't discuss leaving, or hint at it, or even make eye contact or anything before it happened.
just for no reason whatsoever we almost simultaneously bolted out like lil bitches. completely unprovoked.
my sleeping bag is probably still in that room.
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Nutriaitch
Retired Super Hero
damn right! I left everything behind.
even 25 years later I can't even come up with a good excuse for bailing like a bitch.
that house is for sale again if anyone is interested.
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My father died on 9-11. The night before he had a conversation with my then 3 year-old daughter. We were stunned to hear her speaking with him as if she were 5 years older. They were talking about her life through high school and going to college, etc. When she handed me back the phone, he was telling someone across the room in Riverside about how his granddaughter was really going to be something. He once refused to take of his shirt for five days after we left Columbus because "it is all I have to remember her by". He was disabled after an accident and his back was fused in 8 places. Hence, he could not fly and never visited us in South Africa.
Dad died within hours of the planes hitting the WTC, after my daughter had gone to bed in Africa. Since the floors her room were polished wood, we always put her toys up on the shelves in her room. Because 3 year olds get up to stuff, the first shelf was four feet off the ground, well out of her reach, and her favorite toys were on the top shelf, 7 ft off the ground. As I put her toys away, I told her that her grandfather was in a coma and that I was trying to get to the USA to see him. I checked on her several times before I went to bed at midnight. On the final visit to her room, I told her that all flights were cancelled and that I would not be able to go. She finally went to sleep and I went to bed.
Dad died at about 1am South African time and, after we were awakened, I went back to bed and into a deep sleep until my daughter awakened me at 6am singing and in a very cheerful mood. She began to talk about her grandfather and how much fun they had playing the night before. She was rather giddy and we decided that it would be wise to break the news to her because people were beginning to call us and she would overhear. As RugbyBuck or Shetuck will tell you, my daughter always has been the most calm and pleasant child. She never once threw tantrums or acted badly.
Until we told her. She was amazed. She kept yelling that we were lying and that her grandfather had been there playing with her. I told her that we knew, if he had one wish it would have been to play with her, but he was in America in a hospital and had passed away. She was crying and throwing things in our room. Telling us to stop lying. I tried to explain that she probably had a nice dream and it was wonderful...when she was nearing an emotional breakdown. At that point, she took me to her room, yelling, "He was here. He was here. We played with my toys!"
When I entered her room, all of her toys, all of them, were on the floor. You could not walk to her bed, they so covered the floor. My wife and I looked at each other in total amazement. Was this the last wish of a dying man who suffered so much pain without complaint for more than 25 years?
After we told my daughter that I believed her, she calmed down and we said prayers for Dad. When we were done, I went into the bathroom to get ready for work when I felt a coldness in the room. I said, "Dad if you are here, give me a sign." Our electronic scale lit up and began showing different numbers.
So, yeah, I believe in ghosts. I don't believe that they can haunt you and hurt you, but I do believe that the human soul released from the bondage of the body and not yet ready to move on, can visit and maybe even do good.
Dad died within hours of the planes hitting the WTC, after my daughter had gone to bed in Africa. Since the floors her room were polished wood, we always put her toys up on the shelves in her room. Because 3 year olds get up to stuff, the first shelf was four feet off the ground, well out of her reach, and her favorite toys were on the top shelf, 7 ft off the ground. As I put her toys away, I told her that her grandfather was in a coma and that I was trying to get to the USA to see him. I checked on her several times before I went to bed at midnight. On the final visit to her room, I told her that all flights were cancelled and that I would not be able to go. She finally went to sleep and I went to bed.
Dad died at about 1am South African time and, after we were awakened, I went back to bed and into a deep sleep until my daughter awakened me at 6am singing and in a very cheerful mood. She began to talk about her grandfather and how much fun they had playing the night before. She was rather giddy and we decided that it would be wise to break the news to her because people were beginning to call us and she would overhear. As RugbyBuck or Shetuck will tell you, my daughter always has been the most calm and pleasant child. She never once threw tantrums or acted badly.
Until we told her. She was amazed. She kept yelling that we were lying and that her grandfather had been there playing with her. I told her that we knew, if he had one wish it would have been to play with her, but he was in America in a hospital and had passed away. She was crying and throwing things in our room. Telling us to stop lying. I tried to explain that she probably had a nice dream and it was wonderful...when she was nearing an emotional breakdown. At that point, she took me to her room, yelling, "He was here. He was here. We played with my toys!"
When I entered her room, all of her toys, all of them, were on the floor. You could not walk to her bed, they so covered the floor. My wife and I looked at each other in total amazement. Was this the last wish of a dying man who suffered so much pain without complaint for more than 25 years?
After we told my daughter that I believed her, she calmed down and we said prayers for Dad. When we were done, I went into the bathroom to get ready for work when I felt a coldness in the room. I said, "Dad if you are here, give me a sign." Our electronic scale lit up and began showing different numbers.
So, yeah, I believe in ghosts. I don't believe that they can haunt you and hurt you, but I do believe that the human soul released from the bondage of the body and not yet ready to move on, can visit and maybe even do good.
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Jake
Once a Buckeye, always a Buckeye
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I believe in ghosts as much as I believe in God, Thor, Mithra, Poseidon, Allah, and any other mythological creature.
The human mind can convince itself of all sorts of superstitious nonsense. Our imaginations are virtually limitless.
The human mind can convince itself of all sorts of superstitious nonsense. Our imaginations are virtually limitless.
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OSU_Buckguy
Head Coach
when i die, i'm totally going to your house to turn on lights and steal sock singles. maybe even blow cold air in your face when you're taking a shit.
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