the "art bell" thread, my gun/ghost story

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I was 12 or 13 and on a campout with the boyscouts I think it was in or near Fort Ticonderoga.
Well late at night I look out from my open tent and I see this...ghost! he was carrying a kind of blunderbuss looking rifle only the front wasn't really that wide but it was quite short, like a carbine.
He was dressed like a guy who was hunting in those days would dress, no tri corner or anything it looked quite realistic...except I could see right through him! he was like a life size fine line drawing but the lines were a bright light.

I never told my fellow scouts that day as I didn't think any would believe me, & have only told a few people...untill now of course.

and no, I wasn't drinking anything!

So you folks ever see anything like that?....what caliber for a ghost anyway?

oh and I have to add this it was walking around and didn't notice me at all
 
Don't ever walk the Manassas battle fields at night.

I don't think there is a good caliber for ghosts. Talk about knowing what's behind your target.
 
When I was a kid, we were told stories about a tree in the middle of a very large field near where I lived. This tree was apparently used to hang poachers and cattle rustlers back in the 1880's. According to legend, the victims of the lynchings were forever cursed to roam the forest in search of prey that could never be killed. Some of the old timers said they saw the ghosts, but I for one never did. Never went looking, either.

Just up the road from that is a grave yard with stones dating back to the 1850's. One of the headstones is engraved "Here lies The Poet." Nothing else. Legend has it that a former slave lived in a shack near the graveyard where he practiced witchery, and that the poetry he wrote were actually curses against his former slave masters. One day a hunter was walking through the woods and found The Poet hanging in a tree above a sacrifical altar. The local people cut him down and buried him in the graveyard, and never knowing his true name, carved his headstone referring to him as "The Poet." His grave has been the site of numerous attempts to dig down to his grave, and on one attempt my dad and his friend back in the 80s were hunting the area early one morning and saw lights near the graveyard. They walked up the hill and saw some people digging in The Poet's grave. He fired 3 shots in the air, the standard call for "help," which scared the grave robbers away. When my dad and his friend got to the grave, they found that they had made it to the casket, but failed to open it.

To this day, people still report incidents where someone has tried to dig The Poet up. The locals say the key to all his magic and spellcraft lies in his skull. In my personal experience, I've gone up there and found burned out candles and odd markings in the dirt, but never actually seen anyone. Fortunately, the nearby land is being leased by a farmer friend of the family, the same friend who was with my dad on that adventurous day. The land owner of the field also owns the land the graveyard sits on, so I'm pretty much allowed to go hunting up there anytime I wish... for deer, birds, or grave robbers... bwa ha ha.
 
in Washington SQ Park in NYC

there is a famous "hanging tree" and also a potters field. I have been there at all hours of the night and no incidents, the FT Ticonderoga ghost I will never forget. It wasn't all that scary really, just too "real".
 
I have no idea whether or not ghosts exist, but I've experienced things at three sites that make me wonder whether the souls of those now dead are tied to the places where they died, and can't move on to whatever God has in store for them.

1. Visiting Auschwitz - the sense of "presence" in those gas chambers has to be experienced to be believed. Makes the hair on your neck stand on end!

2. The site of the Battle of Isandhlwana, in Zululand, South Africa. Again, there's a sense of "presence".

3. The Gettysburg battlefield in Pennsylvania. Once again, a sense of "presence", particularly in the Devil's Den and the approaches to Little Round Top.

In all three places, I had the wierd feeling that there were others present besides the living. It was far more powerful in Auschwitz than on the two battlefields I've mentioned. I can't explain it, and can't understand it, but there it is...
 
I am convinced that there are things regarding the souls of the deceased that are not well understood. I have heard too many things to make be believe ghosts do not exist, but I am also not certain that they ARE the souls of specific deceased people, or just spirits/demons that are playing dress up.

One way or the other, one day we'll know.
 
Museum in S. Carolina.

Old friend of mine hails from S. C. and invited us down to deer hunt with him one year. Most of his family works at a mine there and gets permits every deer season to hunt on mine property.

Sightseeing near there, we went to a small Civil War museum. Mark said that every July, don't remember what day of the month, they remove the door from the hinges for a night. The place was being used as a makeshift hospital, full of wounded soldiers. The other side torched it and soldiers able to get around broke down the door from the inside to get out. most of the rest died inside. Years later, it was restored and made into this museum.

The story goes that the first year the museum was open, the caretaker went in one day to find the door broken. Cops were called, detectives asked if they were sure nobody had been locked inside, as the door was broken from the inside. Digging into records showed this was the anniversary of the fire.

For ghosts, maybe a super-soaker filled with holy water?
 
On Oahu..

at the western end of the island is Kaena Point. Hawaiian history marks a rock near this point as being the exiting place for souls. I once camped out there to get a good view of a lunar eclipse that was suppose to happen.

The eclipse was suppose to occur around 1:30 in the morning. A full moon rose about 10:00 pm or so. Sometime around midnight or a little after I woke up to the sound of two women laughing on the beach. It was bright enough from the moon that I could probably have read a book but I could not see anyone on the beach. The laughing sounds seemed to transit the beach and get lost in the surf off the end of the point. Major chicken skin moment.

Clouds moved in around 1am and obscured the moon for most of the eclipse.

migoi
 
My father, WWII combat vet, passed away earlier this month. He was in a hospital bed several days, and my family were making arrangements, if necessary, to transfer him to a hospice facility. In talking with a woman advising us on hospice possibilities, she made a comment to us. She was approximately 40. She asked if any of us had witnessed a person die, and related she'd seen about 200 people pass away. She spoke of how, on a fair number of those cases, the ailing person saw, as she put it, "those who have gone before." These people saw, as they neared their own death, deceased family members and friends. This lady stated these visions were so vivid that she'd been asked to move a little from the foot of a bed in order that the patient could get a better view of the visiting deceased person!

I've long been a quite cynical guy, and I must confess this has given me reason to reassess my own beliefs.
 
"my" ghost

Was carrying a blunderbuss, I looked up what they look like last night.
If I was ghost I think I would still want my M1A
 
I've never seen a ghost and don't plan to anytime soon. But I do have a rather strong interest in our Civil War and have thus toured most of the major battlefields of the conflict. I've never really been able to quite put my finger on it, but something just feels different about those particular parcels of land.

Perhaps its just the knowledge that I may very well be standing where a man was cut down or maybe it is something ghostly. Maybe my imagination is just running away with me, but I used to re-enact as well and it was always somewhat erie to actually sleep where men may have died.

I mean, think about it. It would be like pitching camp on the beaches of Normandy or in the trench lines at the Somme.
 
Directly in front of you, as you stand where I took this picture is "The Bloody Angle" at Spotsylvania (Va). Here for almost 24 hours, in a driving rain, The Army of the Potomac, and the Army of Northern Virginia fought with muskets, bayonets, clubs, rocks and bare fists until the bodies were crushed down into the mud, and water in the trenches ran red with blood. Lee's men managed to establish a new line about where you are standing now, and was able to withdraw into the new positions.
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There is a sadness at this place, even on a bright sunny day like this was. It's a feeling you can almost taste and smell. My wife, who is sensitive to such things, says you don't want to live around here if ghosts and such bother you.

Rest well Johnny Reb. Rest well Billy Yank.
 
Well I'll chime in with my theory. I have no doubt that demons walk this earth, and angels provide their assistance too, I've seen too much to come to any other conclusion. But I do believe that once we die our souls are in one of two places. Neither is (currently) on Earth.

But think about it this way, 200 years ago if you showed someone a VCR and played a tape of someone on a TV they would think it was some type of magic, but it's not, really fairly simple technology, by today's standards. Who says ghosts aren't just magnetic recordings of past events, replaying themselves when conditions are right in thin air?
 
I see things other people don't

It's a strange sensation. I don't care if no "proof" exists, I know what I've seen and felt.

And as for caliber? 12 gauge, loaded with kosher salt.:p
 
CajunBass said:
Directly in front of you, as you stand where I took this picture is "The Bloody Angle" at Spotsylvania (Va). Here for almost 24 hours, in a driving rain, The Army of the Potomac, and the Army of Northern Virginia fought with muskets, bayonets, clubs, rocks and bare fists until the bodies were crushed down into the mud, and water in the trenches ran red with blood. Lee's men managed to establish a new line about where you are standing now, and was able to withdraw into the new positions.
battlefield016.jpg

There is a sadness at this place, even on a bright sunny day like this was. It's a feeling you can almost taste and smell. My wife, who is sensitive to such things, says you don't want to live around here if ghosts and such bother you.

Rest well Johnny Reb. Rest well Billy Yank.
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Not too awful far from Spotsylvania is the Cold Harbor battlefield. The area is mostly wooded but some of the trenches and earthworks still stand. It was a place of great slaughter and it too has a bit of sadness to it.

The Sunken Road just beneath Marye's Heights is another of the sadder battlefields that I've visited. Very beautiful place too,especially at dusk.

And then there is Gettysburg, Shiloh, Antietam, and Franklin. Whole war was one national bloodbath.
 
I could tell you all kinds of stories of just my experiences in my current house (grandma's, we've been here since a long time before I was born, I am 19. I have lived here off and on since then.)
Creepy stuff.
The most usual occurance is bumps, creaks, rustling of stuff laying around in my room.
I have a lot of plastic bags for some reason in here...various things in them.
I'm a pretty realistic person, so I think of all sorts of things it could be before I come to haints.
Heat pump is off.
No fan in my room.
NEVER seen mouse droppings anywhere in the house.
Sooo?
And I can't think of any plausible answer for what sounds like someone tapping a small coin on my wooden desk (I sleep in the same room with my computer.), and frankly, I've been too creeped out to investigate.
And that's just the tip of the ice burg. There's a whole eco system with mass transit, arcades, and about three dozen Starbucks underneath the surface.
And to keep this somewhat weapon related: I've been so freaked out in my own room (the last room I was in in particular) that I have slept with my pocket knife, and several times I got startled enough to actually draw it out.
@_@
 
if anyone has a haunted house they'd like to sell to someone who doesn't believe in ghosts, pm me. memphis area would be nice. ;)

Seriously the world has been in existance so long people have died all over it. Yet people who claim ghosts generally only refer to events in recent history. Maybe ghosts have a 100 year life span? ;)
 
When I was a child my grandmother's attic was supposedly haunted by 'The Lady" All the kids, some of whom were in their twenties and had kids of their own by now, were terrified of the attic to the point that no one even joked about locking you up in there

After about two years of the stories I went into the attic to find her and I did.

My Great grandmother was a devout Catholic and had brought an alabaster statue of Mary with her from Holland

My Grandmother inherited the house in the '20s when the Klan was very active and political in the area and hid the statue in the attic and forgot about it

Forty years later her youngest grandson found the source of all the ghost stories of the lady that glowed in the moonlight for the last twenty years.

Because of this I have actively sought out ghosts in every reputed haunted place I heard of.

To this day I have seen none
 
In all three places, I had the wierd feeling that there were others present besides the living. It was far more powerful in Auschwitz than on the two battlefields I've mentioned. I can't explain it, and can't understand it, but there it is...
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I have encountered this spirit many times in my life.
I believe it goes by the name "Trepidation"
 
Yea me and my mates where awalys intersted by ghosts so one day we where taking a photo with all of us in it (in a graveyard) and the photo turned out all queer and munted & the camera was fine...........Weird:uhoh:
 
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