Belive in GHOSTS? I just spent the night in our summerhouse. Gee...Lots of noises

did it get cold? that's the sure symptom of ghost . . in my experience anyway . .

Bump for Franck

wtf is up with that picture?

What exactly is supposed to be the strange bit?

You tell me what that light ball is, I have no clue

It's the ghost of your fleshlight.

Oh ho ho ho ho ho, that was funny.

I look at these things in a certain way:

On the x-files, in Mulder's office, he has a poster with a UFO on it that says "I want to believe." That sums up everything for me. I go into things with all the hope in the world that the things i can and may experience might be actual phenomenon rather than common factors such as the wind or a house settling. I'm curious and maintain a sense of wonderment about the whole thing, but always keep my skeptics hat on.

When I was a little kid, around 7, I slept by my friend's house next door to my grandmother. I couldn't sleep then as I don't sleep now, but this night was different. Around 1 am or so I felt the room grow cold and a light flew slowly around the room. It freaked me out so bad that I hid under the covers and didn't dare peak out till daylight. Didn't get an ounce of sleep.

The next day I told my father about it. Turns out that house has a history. My father proceeded to tell me about growing up next to that house. Turns out the mother was a real crazy and abusive person. Father left her and her son. The mother always really wanted a girl. She'd treat the little boy as she'd treat a daughter. She'd dress him in feminine clothes also. The kid, needless to say, was disturbed from the abuse.

One day my father was going to play baseball at the park down the block. He couldn't find his baseball bat anywhere around the backyard and saw a big commotion next door. There were cop cars and ambulances. The kid killed his mother with my father's baseball bat the night before in the house that my friend Anthony would later occupy. I verified this story when I was older with a trip to the town's local library and asking families that have lived there since before 'the incident' about it. My dad never got his baseball bat back.

A bit odd and it still stays with me today. I was bitter with my father for a very long time for not telling me that before I decided to stay the night there. Looking back on it now and I think that could have been one of a million things, including a partially sleep/daydream type state, an odd reflection of light on the dust floating around the house from a passing by car, who knows. I'll always sit and smile at the possiblity that it is true and something very strange did indeed happen to me. I want to believe, but I'm driven by logic and common sense.

I have had those goosbumps moments. When I look back I sometimes tell myself I should have taken photos to see some orbs. But I guess fear won't give you the oppurtunity to grab a camera

that and ESP. I tried ESP as a joke few months ago and it scared the shit out of me. Some freaky stuff

I don't believe in ghosts stories eventhough I still feel scared staying in strange places (ancestal houses, old buildings) alone.

Don't worry about those noises bro,

it's just me preparing to cut your life short.

I remember a few years ago I went on a month long alcohol / coke binge and I'd stay up for like 7 days before crashing for like 48 hours. On about day 7, I'd be kickin' it with Santa Claus and Jesus Christ

Considering the exposure was 2 seconds long and you used a flash it could be anything.

If it was 1/100th of a second with no flash then I'd wonder.

I've taken a ton of pics with this camera with various exposures, just to learn, practice, etc etc. I've taken at least.... hmmm, 8,000 pictures with this camera by now and never, ever had anything like this.... whatever it is, look at the lightened version, it casts a shadow down at the table.

I love watching documentaries about ghosts, especially videos catching unexplainable activities or movements. It gives me the goosbumps.

A few years back...

We shot at this old resort hotel in oregon. run down, multi story building that was used as a hotel, hospital, sanitarium and various other things over the years. We had no idea that it might be haunted or would have even given a shit if we knew it was.

Wait... look at a this shit...

I was looking for signs in his original images.... and found this.

coefficient expansion


Solids expand in response to heating and contract on cooling; this response to temperature change is expressed as its coefficient of thermal expansion:

The coefficient of thermal expansion is used in two ways:

as a volumetric thermal expansion coefficient
as a linear thermal expansion coefficient
These characteristics are closely related. The volumetric thermal expansion coefficient can be measured for all substances of condensed matter (liquids and solid state). The linear thermal expansion can only be measured in the solid state and is common in engineering applications.



Ghosts

i see dead people i mean dumb people

You don't believe in ghosts until you have an encounter with one.

Last April my little brother took one of my dads guns late at night and shot himself in the head. I didn't know about it until the following day when my dad called me with the sad news but shortly after I received the news, I then recalled what I saw the night before. I was getting ready for bed, brushing my teeth, when something caught my attention from the corner of my eye. As soon as I looked at it, it seemed to disapear within a matter of seconds. It was a smokey colored, semi-transparent in parts, cloud shaped object approx, about 12" in diameter, 6' off the ground right next to me. It disapeard almost instantly but was signifigant enough to make me sit there for a good 5 minutes trying to figure out what it was I saw. After the sad conversation with my dad the next morning I sort of put the two together. The amazing thing about it, my little brother didn't know where I lived at the time, I had recently moved from one state to another. The experience repeated itself 2 more times, both late at night, within a couple months of his passing, same cloudy mist, same reaction, the third experience, the mist seemed to vaporize into the wall as soon as I looked at it. I haven't seen anything since.

I can't watch those... I get to scared... lol

More likely it was falling (or moving downwards) at the time. The top part is captured with the flash as you press the shutter release, then the bottom darker part is the rest of the travel. It's the same object but because it's lit in two different ways in the same long exposure shot it appears to be an object and shadow.

Movement in long exposure shots can look a bit freaky sometimes, I doubt it's anything supernatural.

I'm not saying i beleive in ghosts but i accept they exist... I experienced it a couple of times why living in London as an au-pair... Was scared to death a couple of times

I do believe in their existence and I don't play with them.

You are crazy. there are no ghosts

People that have experienced ghosts and other supernatural phenomena know this stuff is real.

You obviously haven't had any unexplainable experiences in your life yet.

If you dont understand something you blame it on ghosts

Krl, show me ANY fucking proof ghosts exist.

You cant, you would be the first person on this earth to do so. Funny, millions of morons claim to see/speak/play chess with ghosts and NOt ONE SINGLE PERSON has proof. Not one. FUcking idiots.

Dude, you're a complete closed mind soul, but you do make me laugh at the intensity of your beligerant rampage posts.

You're going to have high blood pressure and keel over before you get old, if you keep letting us morons and idiots get to you so much.

Nope....this reminds me of an essay I wrote about Dreaming.....it's relevant because you had just woken up and were therefore in the middle ground between waking and sleeping..... I'll attach it below

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In brief, dreaming is a kind of insanity, a rush of visions, largely unconnected to reality, emotion-charged and symbol-drenched, arbitrary in content, and potentially infinite in variety. Dreaming is very likely a side effect of the reorganization and editing of information in the memory banks of the brain. It is not, as Freud envisioned, the result of savage emotions and hidden memories that slip past the brain?s censor.

There is a theory of dreaming known as the activation-synthesis hypothesis, and it can be interpreted as follows. During sleep, when almost all sensory input ceases, the conscious brain is activated internally by impulses originating in the brain stem. It scrambles to perform its normal function, which is to create images that move through coherent narratives. But lacking moment-by-moment input of sensory information, including stimuli generated by body motion, it remains unconnected to external reality. Therefore, it does the best it can: It creates fantasy. The conscious brain, regaining control upon awakening, reviews the fantasy and tries to give it a rational explanation. The explanation fails, and as a result dream interpretation itself becomes a kind of fantasy. That is the reason psychoanalytic theories relating to dreaming, as well as parallel supernatural interpretations arising in myth and religion, are at one and the same time emotionally convincing and factually incorrect.

The molecular basis of dreaming in understood in part. Sleep descends upon the brain when chemical nerve cell transmitters of a certain kind, amines such as norepinephrine and serotonin, decline in amount. Simultaneously a transmitter of a second kind, acetylcholine rises in amount. Both wash the junctions of nerve cells specialized to be sensitive to them. The two kinds of neurotransmitters exist in a dynamic balance. The amines waken the brain and mediate its control of the sensory systems and voluntary muscles. Acetylcholine shuts these organs down. As acetylcholine gains ascendancy, the activities of the conscious brain are reduced. So are other functions of the body except for circulation, respiration, and digestion. The voluntary muscles of the body are paralyzed during sleep. Temperature regulation is also diminished (which is why it can be dangerous to fall asleep when cold).

In the normal nocturnal cycle, sleep is at first deep and dreamless. Then at intervals, consuming over all about 25% of the total sleep period, it turns shallow. During the shallow periods the conscious brain stirs and dreams but remains sealed off from external stimuli. Dreaming is triggered when acetylcholine nerve cells in the brain stem begin to fire wildly, initiating what are called PGO waves. The electrical membrane activity, still mediated by acetylcholine at the nerve junctions, moves from the pons (the P of PGO), upward to the lower center of the brain mass, where it enters the geniculate nuclei (G) of the thalamus, which are major switching centers in the visual neuronal pathways. The PGO waves then pass on to the occipital cortex (O), at the rear of the brain, where integration of visual information takes place.

Because the pons is also a principle control station for motor activity when the brain is awake, the signals it passes through the PGO system falsely report to the cortex that the body is in motion. What the visual brain does then is hallucinate. It pulls images and stories our of the memory banks and integrates them in response to the waves arriving from the pons. Unconstrained by information from the outside world, deprived of context and continuity in real space and time, the brain hastily constructs images that are often phantasmagoric and engaged in events that are impossible. We fly through the air, swim in the deep sea, walk on a distant planet, converse with a long dead relative. People, animals and nameless apparitions come and go. Some constitute the materialization of emotions triggered by the PGO surges, so that from dream to dream our mood is variously calm, fear struck, angry, erotic, humorous, but most of the time just anxious. There seems to be no limit to the combinatorial power of the dreaming brain. And whatever we see we believe, at least while we are dreaming; it rarely occurs to us to doubt even the most bizarre events into which we have been thrust. Someone has defined insanity as an inability to choose among false alternatives. In dreams we are insane. We wander across our limitless dreamscapes as madmen.

Strong stimuli can break through the sensory barrier. If they do not wake us, they are fitted into the dream. Let real thunder roll into our bedroom. To take one outcome, our dream switches to a bank robbery, a gun is fired, we are shot! No, another person is shot, has fallen, but no again- we realize it is us, displaced to someone else?s body. Oddly, we feel no pain. Then the scene changes. We are walking down a long corridor, lost, anxious to get home, another shot is fired. This time we come awake, tense, to lie still in the real world and listen to real thunder roll in from the storm outside.

Lastly, it is interesting that unless we wake soon afterward, we remember no details of any kind. 95 to 99% of dreams are forgotten completely. A small minority of persons believe, erroneously, that they do not dream at all. This amazing amnesia is apparently due to the low concentration of amine transmitters, which are needed to convert short-term memories into longer ones.

We live in a fascinating universe, full of unknowns. As part of the universe, we humans are no different. However if we ever hope to understand this vast complexity, we need to ask the right questions and not be lead astray by hypotheses that may be heavy on pathos, but light on logos. Dreaming is a physiological phenomenon, nothing more. An evolutionary adaption to help an emensely complex brain, organize and maintain itself. Isn't that amazing enough?

Anyone watch Most Haunted on Travel channel?