most haunted...real or not real!

[Zapatista]

Hanvn't read all the thread. I do believe in ghosts but have never heard of a ghost doing something bad to someone. They're only scarey becuase we don't know what they are (they may not even be ghosts). I'd love to spend a few nights in a haunted house (with a few friends ), anyone know were I can do this?

[AZOffaly]

Tatler Jacks in Killarney is haunted by the distant whoops from scary people in white shirts and red trim. They all have big scraggy beards. The regulars know there's no reason to be scared of them, but every time they meet them, they get weak at the knees. Very odd.

Anyway, it'd be a nice house to spend a few days!

[Croí na hÉireann]

Pints - you're an intelligent man. Please tell me you don't really believe that shite. You see something unusual and your first explanation is "it's a ghost". Why pick that conclusion from the infinite number of other similarly ludicrous conclusions? Why is that a better explanation than "it's a Martian" or "it's a trained midget giraffe"?

If there are ghosts, there are flying pigs, fish riding bicycles and Westmeath men with All-Ireland medals.

Best I can do on short notice Hardy, and have an imaginary pint of fcuku on me...

A moment of family shame.

Come back from the dark side AZ...

[Hardy]

Give us a hint, AZ.

[AZOffaly]

That's my first cousin.

[J70]

Anyone who has read any of my posts will know that I am not religious. In fact I would go as far as to say I am totally against the notion of mass religion. But I do believe there are such things as ghosts. That is not to say I believe that they are the "spirits" of people who have passed from this world to another. To be honest I don't know what they are. I base my belief in this on two instances. My fathers home place in Co Louth was haunted by what they call poltergeist. There was always banging and crashing in the kitchen at night and when they'd get up in the morning  there would be nothing broken. Stuff would move around at night. Harmless enough I know but nothing that can be explained by science.

The 2nd set of information concerns a good friend of mine, a girl, who's home house was haunted by all sorts of ghosts. This girl would not talk to anyone about their experiences so I can tell you 100% it is not shite talk. In this house the ghost of an old woman appeared at her bedside with her finger to her mouth as if sushing a child. The same old woman would then be seen at a mantle piece looking at something. A small child would appear in the bedrooms and would be seen running the corridors. On numerous occassions blankets would be pulled of beds in the night and then pulled of again when put back on. On one occassion, in her sleep, she felt like she was being lifted from the bed. The house was finally blessed and the activity died down. I wouldn't doubt these stories at all knowing the girl and I know she finds it very hard to sit in a room if people are telling ghost stories  - she would never volunteer her own either.

Has anyone ever tried to investigate it?

[mylestheslasher]

Investigate it? Well people in the house have got up to see what was happening and have been met by an empty room. They never called in the most haunted team yet.

[ONeill]

There was always banging and crashing in the kitchen at night and when they'd get up in the morning  there would be nothing broken.

Pipes. The heating can do that.

Stuff would move around at night

Subsidence/poor memory of where they left things.

The 2nd set of information concerns a good friend of mine, a girl, who's home house was haunted by all sorts of ghosts.

I'm sorry but the girl probably had an imbalance somewhere in the brain that rectified itself.

On numerous occassions blankets would be pulled of beds in the night and then pulled of again when put back on.

Happens me all the time. Poor positioning of the blankets can result in a convergence on one side.

Many ghost stories don't make sense and serve no purpose. If they were 'ghosts' what was the purpose of their activities? Yer woman putting her finger to her lips....what was she trying to achieve?

[J70]

Investigate it? Well people in the house have got up to see what was happening and have been met by an empty room. They never called in the most haunted team yet.

You're the one who said that it was "nothing that can be explained by science".

[mylestheslasher]

Well it is my opinion that it can't be explained by science. Would you care to forward a hypothesis for consideration.

[J70]

Many ghost stories don't make sense and serve no purpose. If they were 'ghosts' what was the purpose of their activities? Yer woman putting her finger to her lips....what was she trying to achieve?

Maybe the people in the house were keeping her up.

[J70]

Well it is my opinion that it can't be explained by science. Would you care to forward a hypothesis for consideration.

How can you claim that it can't be explained by science if no one has ever attempted to explain it? Has anyone ever even stayed up to observe?

Edit: You said they've got up to look. Well maybe they should try staying up. Is there any pattern to it, in terms of frequency, timing, weather etc.?

[The Gs Man]

I know it's not a ghost story but this thread reminds me of the time, about 6 years ago me and a few friends hired one of them Volkswagen vans when we were in America for a bit of a road trip, as you do!  We were driving through some small desert town one night on our way down to Las Vegas. A sand storm kicks in, and a fella from South Armagh who was driving the van took an accidental turn into what looked like government property, complete with the KEEP OUT signs and all that shenanigans.

Next thing we knew there was a really bright circular light shining straight at us and sort of spinning round in front of the van.  Well, the driver near shit a brick when he seen this and it caused him to lose control of the vehicle.  We near went into a shuck at the side of the road but he managed to keep her straight.  Next thing we knew we found ourselves on the outskirts of a small town completely lost.  We told the South Armagh lad to mind the dog and stay with the van while the rest of us walked to a local diner to ask for directions. 

We're standing in the diner talking away to the waitress behind the counter and the next thing you know the South Armagh lad comes running in with the dog shouting something about seeing aliens.  I told him to catch himself on and lay off the Buckfast but sure enough the diner waitress says that although they never actually see the aliens,  they do see strange lights and hear strange sounds at night. The chef, Sergio was his name (pronounced "Serge") told us that a month ago, local cattle vanished overnight without a trace and a lot of people moved away. Some hairy assed man, Lester I think his name was, says he was abducted once before, and ends up believing the stupid fecker from South Armagh. He also says that he has pictures.  Next thing you know the whole lot of us pile over to his house to get a look at them.

Turns out to there were no pictures at all....they were nothing more than paintings by Lester.  It was about 2 in the morning by this stage so yer man offers to let us all stay for the night. The two young girls with us slept in a bunk bed and I ended up sleeping on yer man's couch. The South Armagh lad ended up sleeping up on a roof terrace with the dog and sure enough they are abducted by something that looked like a kind of alien craft.  After some struggle on this alien craft, the boyo and the dog find themselves in the middle of nowhere the next morning.  He told us that he was awakened by a hippie-chick photographer, Crystal, and her golden retriever, Amber.  He ends up trying to get his end away but no joy.

That day me and the two girls were having a few jars and we ended up talking to a crowd that called themselves the SALF: the Search for Alien Life Forms.  One of the girls became a bit suspicious when she sees dried mud on their boots.  We are in a feckin desert after all! Later on, to try and find an explanation for the muddy boots, we decided to take a dander up to a canyon where we thought a river might run. Turns out the canyon was dry, but we found mining equipment, and in the caves, gold.

Next thing we know the SALF crowd have surrounded us.  I threw a few sly digs but they ended up capturing us and they held us hostage.  They told us that they stumbled upon this cave when searching for ground to place another SALF dish. Since it was on government land, they decided not to report it, and planned to keep it that way.  Sneaky b**tards!  They are also revealed to be the aliens who abducted the fella from South Armagh and his dog; the UFO was nothing more than a dressed-up helicopter.

To cut a long story short, I ended up opening a can of whoop on their asses.  Flying roundhouse kicks, one inch punches, the works.  The SALF crowd end up getting arrested by the Police and we ended up smoking doobs in the back of the VW van.  It was a strange couple of days!

Ok.  Hands up, be honest.  Who didn't get the Scooby Doo link?

[Hardy]

Me, for one.

[Maiden1]

This might be useful for anyone trying to avoid alien abduction ...

http://theofficialsiteofgrantmiller.blogspot.com/2008/01/alien-problem.html