Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Have you been visited?
I'm going to start out this blog by just talking about a few experiences in my life when I was either visited or experienced something unusual. The best way for me to start is my early childhood years. My parents didn't have mainstream jobs. Part of how they supported us was in dealing in antiques. Our house furnishings and decorations were constantly changing as they bought and sold so many different things. We lived in a big brick house in the city of St. Louis. Six kids, three boys, three girls. The only person in my family that wouldn't say they'd experienced anything unusual in that house would be my Dad. But considering that he was never home alone , that's really not so suprising. One of the things I remember most vividly is one night home with my sisters and a few friends, we were all in the basement, playing pool , ping pong, talking. We all heard someone walking upstairs, comming to the basement steps, and then the steps just stopped. No one was there. But someone or something had deffinately been there. We were all spooked. We all just looked at each other quietly for a second then talked about what could that have been and how strange it felt. Shortly after that , lights flickered in parts of the basement while we were talking. Now, we were pretty scared. We called a brother to come over and he brought a few friends and checked the house. Nothing to be found. We'd all heard it. It was real. Years later in talking about this and many other happenins at that house, most of my family tends to believe that somehow some of the happenings were connected to my Mom's antique doll collection. All I know is that after many experiences by many members of my family, suddenly, there was just no more activity . No more experiences in that house.
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Ghost on Staircase
Rev. Ralph Hardy, a retired clergyman from White Rock, British Columbia, took this now famous photograph in 1966. He intended merely to photograph the elegant spiral staircase (known as the "Tulip Staircase") in the Queen's House section of the National Maritime Museum in Greenwich, England. Upon development, however, the photo revealed a shrouded figure climbing the stairs, seeming to hold the railing with both hands. Experts, including some from Kodak, who examined the original negative concluded that it had not been tampered with. It's been said that unexplained figures have been seen on occasion in the vicinity of the staircase, and unexplained footsteps have also been heard.
Courtyard Ghost
The 16th Century Hampton Court palace in south-west London is well known for alleged supernatural activity, but nothing suspicious has been caught on film before. Henry VIII lived here.However, in October 2003, this curious image was caught on the palace's video-security system.On several occasions security guards were alerted to an open fire door in an exhibition area of the palace. After securing the door each time, they returned to their office to view the footage to see who had opened them.On the first occasion the footage showed the doors flying wide open, but no evidence of why they had.On the second, the guards were stunned when a ghostly figure in period dress suddenly appeared on the screen and closed the doors. The same thing happened on a third day, but again no figure appeared.
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When I was in high school we lived in a farmhouse in southeast missouri. My whole family at one time or another had experiences with strange sounds/footsteps-creaking doors-dishes breaking and other un explained happenings. I can remember one summer afternoon I was laying down in My bed upstairs to nap after a tough chore. I remember I was the only one up stairs-was only two rooms-while laying there I heard definate footsteps cross the room and stop at the side of the bed. Looking over expecting to see one of my brothers or sisters , I saw noone and a chillin the air suddenly crossed over the bed. I jumped out of the bed on the opposide side and raced-fell down the steps. Was so terrified I NEVER went back up there, mom and dad had to move my bed downstairs, They knew I was telling the truth cause they had heard similar steps on numberous ocassions-even to the point of going up stairs to see which one of us kids was up and stomping around.
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