30. Do you believe in ghosts?

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Do you believe in ghosts?

  • Yes

    Votes: 5 33.3%
  • No

    Votes: 1 6.7%
  • Sort of

    Votes: 3 20.0%
  • I AM A GHOST

    Votes: 6 40.0%

  • Total voters
    15

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so anyway,
I do believe in them, but it's kind of awkward for me 'cause I have so many mental issues that not every ghostly sound is a ghost, it's just in my head. But I saw my grandpa after he died when I was too young to remember him. So IDK, I think they're real but also I think a lot of my experiences were just my brain being sick.​
 
My short answer to this question is: yes.
 
I'm so caught in the middle on this one.
I do and I don't?

Like some stories about ghosts are like "Oh that's ridiculous" and I want to be a skeptic and explain away everything I possibly can.
But there are a LOT of things that cannot be explained and I don't believe everyone that has had an experience is lying.

That said, I've definitely had some of my own experiences. I've seen and heard things that I cannot explain, and they've got to be something, right?
 
I believe in energies. Like memories strong enough to cast images that just repeat or sounds. Maybe harmless beings that reside in a parallel dimension to us or something.

Ghosts in that sense, sure.

Ghosts In a hostile haunting, chair throwing, moving furniture one inch to the left kinda way? Nah. A LOT more people would be dead if they could/wanted harm us. There would be less murders of people knew you'd be fucked once the people you killed in cold blood went to the afterlife. Like so many have done horrific things and just live with it like it's nothing.

Either they can't hurt us for some reason or conditions need to be met. Either way it depends on what people consider "Ghosts".
 
I don't necessarily believe one can come back from the dead and appear and/or inhabit a location. I think once you're gone, you're gone. But I do believe there are beings that can take on the form of a human or a loved one or whatever and THATs what people see and have experiences with. I do believe in the spiritual realm and that there are things out there that we can't see or understand.
 
Boo! :ghost:

I don't believe in ghosts in the sense that I refuse to let myself be scared or get scared out of a space by them, but I respect them enough not to try anything silly like intentionally contacting them through ouija boards or spoons.
 
I believe in ghosts or at least the concept of like... A soul/an energy being left being by the body. I don't really believe most people who claim they've had experiences because to me, it's like... Why would we even have the capability to perceive souls/energies if they do exist? It's kind of like how I believe there's a higher power that exists, but that we don't really have any way of understanding it or perceiving it as humans.

Def agree with Nemo though, I ain't trying to offend any spirits or whatever by using ouija boards or intentionally trying to bother them. Regardless of whether they exist or not, it's in poor taste to try imo.
 
...Sort of?

It's funny, because I've actually experienced what was very clearly 'poltergeist' activity. I was not the only one who saw and heard it happening, so it's unlikely I was hallucinating. But a part of me still thinks there must be some kind of explanation for it--something within the realm of science--that we just don't know about yet.

I've experienced a few other things, but they're not so in-my-face that I can't explain them away with a little bit of logic.
 
There is a skeleton within each and every one of us, patiently waiting for the day that he may fatally spoop you and conduct petty insurance fraud in your name using stolen casino payroll slips.

He lurks, parasitical like, within your flesh, counting the roll of days in his slow, deliberate, unhurried way, aging no quicker than the hills, daring you to watch Hallmark movie channel while eating too much ice cream.

His day approaches. Your time dwindles. Only by drinking milk shall you appease him, to forestall the inevitable, for when he casually approaches children to convince them that broccoli is the devil and dad really did just go for a pack of smokes four years ago.