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Originally Posted by InChiefsHell
I don't know what to think about ghosts. My sister (who I believe, she's never been one to be full of shit) had a very interesting experience with what she could only define as a demon, not really even a ghost. Something evil, to be sure. A black shrouded figure, ala the Nazgul in Lord of the Rings (except this was back in the early 80's, I'm just using that image for reference) came into her room. We were actually staying at a friends house, and she and my sister were sleeping in the trailer that they used for vacations, because their house was too small. So this was not a place that she knew well, but she wasn't uncomfortable there...until that night. The room temperature dropped, she could barely breath, there was a throbbing in her head, and this thing kept growing in the room, like it was approaching her. She closed her eyes and said a prayer, and told it to leave if it were not a thing of God. It left, instantly.
...she may have been dreaming, entirely possible, in fact probable IMO. But that experience has stayed with her to this day, better than 25 years later, it is still fresh on her mind. She remembers the change in the temperature of the room, seeing her own breath and feeling her cheeks getting colder. She remembers the repressive presence of the thing, and it was hard to breath, and she remembers vividly the throbbing in her head. Could have been a dream, but personally I've never remembered a dream that vividly in my life. Nor has she, according to her...
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Who knows if it was a dream or not, but in my experience, and I was wide awake, it was always so damn cold and we could see our breath. Again, it was years later when I saw Sixth Sense, that i realized it may of had something to do with the ghosts.
My mom lived in a haunted house when I was 4yrs old. She's told me about some crazy demonic shit. Same type of thing, dark shadows, gurgling, shuffling across the carpet, pressure at the edge of her bed, like someone else was in it with her. My mom and her roomate ended up fleeing the home after some crazy incident where the refrigerator keep opening and closing, over and over again and a bunch of gurgling sounds. Before she fled, she had friends over from another state who were supposed to stay a week. The husband didnt believe in ghosts and thought my mom was nuts. After one night in the house, he told his wife thart they were getting the hell out of there.