Ok, so I have this friend who believes in ghosts

[zoobyshoe]

But at Midnight, alone in the dark, my mind starts to wonder and wander, my hairs stand on end, and I dare not look in the closet, because I might see something I don't want to see.

Do I believe in ghosts? Well... no. But sometimes I worry that they don't know that I don't believe in them.

As Cognitive Therapy points out, "Feelings aren't facts." Feelings are a reaction to thoughts.
The thought "alone in the dark" is enough to give anyone the creeps.

Likewise, I don't think many people completely unlearn the all-accepting gullibility of childhood when we took everything told to us as true, and it was as easy to believe in closet monsters as it was in, say, the existence of a relative you hadn't met yet. Scratch the surface and many people can be reduced back to that ability to believe in anything, despite knowing better and all evidence to the contrary.

 

[bassplayer142]

First of all on the Perfume topic. The first time I drank alcohol I drank way to much. Leaving me with a horrible headache and thoughts that I would never drink again (I was wrong). For the next week I'd say, I would smell Vodka multiple times. I remember eating some ice cream and it smelled of Vodka. I remember going to school and smelling it in the lobby which is obviously false. I'm a sane person first of all, I'm known to be down to Earth and I don't know any problems with me. Maybe the perfume could have been hallucinated because you smelled it earlier and it was in the back of your mind just like the alcohol.

Secondly, I have a few stories but which I will leave as unexplained

First, I was with my friend probably back in 10th grade. We left my house and walked down the road at 4:00am. Long story short, on the way back a dirt road we saw probably 10-11 people walking down the street towards us. They were all side my side and none of them were talking. My guess is about 10-11 but it was enough to cover one side of the street to the other. Using obvious percautions we both cut across some lawns but kept moving forward. As we kept going it was clear that they were gone. Funny thing is is that the only houses were on the side we were and we would have seen them. On the other side was a corn field and some trees. I know they didn't turn around cause there was nowhere they could have hid and passing us on the road wasn't it either. No alcohol or other drugs in this story too.

Next, I was with my friend, same one. My parents were gone on a trip and we were in my great room. I got these two chairs that face everything and this is where we sat. This room in my house is the biggest and you can see the loft upstairs and it is probably 20 feet or so to the ceiling. As we sat there for probably a few hours it was very silent. My house is known to creak also. We heard a creak on the opposite wall on the second floor by the loft. I don't remember what we said to each other but we kept listening. After a while one came closer and was off to the left side up high. Again we waited and it came even closer. This happened maybe 4 times coming slowly towards us and it was enough to make your skin crawl. The anticipation for the next one nearer was amazing because your thinking, no, it won't do it again, but it does. By now it was to the left maybe 10 feet. Again silence. The next time was enough to scare the hell out of anyone, this thing creaked right next to my head about a foot away. I don't think anything happened after that other then us trying to figure out what is going on.

On a side note. As a kid I used to start counting at night when it creaked and sometimes it would go to a ryhthem. Sometimes I would say count to 15 and it would but sometimes it would go at around 30 which is double. I don't know if that has any relavence or most houses do that. Also, this house is only 10 years old as of this year.

 

[Ghost803]

Well here is my story. I went back to India for my summer vacation last year and was staying in my cousin's/ Mom's old house. There is no air conditioning, so all the windows are open. And the door to my bedroom was also open, and at the door way is a light curtain that blows in the wind.

So around 4 or 5 in the morning, I kinda wake up but I can't really move. I look towards the doorway and in the dim moonlight, I see a man who is about 5 foot 11 standing there. I figure it is just my cousin. But then the figure walks towards my bed and stands right next to me and stares at a full length mirror that is parallel to the bed. And I notice that the dude doesn't have a face. And as I am staring at him, he slowly disappears. My mom's brother committed suicide there when he was 20.

Butt I think it was just a hallucination. Cause I raid about people hallucinating in that state where they are kinda awake but haven't fully woken.

Oh ,and I ran out of that room and went and slept in my cousin's room.

Btw I did not make this account to comment on this thread. IF anyone is thinking that from my name, I've been here for a while now.