Can Anyone tell me if ghost really exists?? and can u tell me ur experience thanks?

Answer 1

I seen one ghost at age four as I was peaking through a key hole in one of the bed rooms, as it floated by.
I seen another fly over the house out side, I was told that it was an angel.

I heard one day foot steps coming up the stairs, as I was way in the back of a dead end hall way, not paying any attention, the corner of my eye, I seen a dark shadow go into the bedroom, I went in to see who it was, and no one was in there.

The last ghost really scared me, I work in a very large hospital, at night, it was ten minutes after midnight, when I came out of an exam room, and saw coming down the hall at me at the speed of a human run a cloud with a head on it. I think it was on it's way to the light when I cut it off, it stopped in front of my face as if we were kissing, I automatically jumped back in the room.it was grayish see through, broken up, it had the ghost mouth.
it took off, looked like a bolt of lighting.

Answer 2

Hello.

I think that some people may be more receptive to whatever ghosts really are. I have enough intelligence and common sense to realise that they are NOT "demons" as one answer gave. Some people would like to take us all back to the days when some Church or other dictated our daily lives and made us fear the world around us. Only they knew the answers of course.

I do not know what a ghost may be - I suspect that they are a form of communication from people who felt a strong attachment to places and people they have left. Human emotion is a very powerful phenomena. I can give you 2 instances from my own experience in life. One was beautiful and the other literally made my hair stand on end; but neither could hurt me physically.

When I was 9 years old, my beloved granddad died. I had been a particular favourite of his as I was a reader and he was an educated man who told me so much about what to expect on my way through life - so you could say that we had an attachment, more than the usual bond between granddad and grandson (Yes, I also have a favourite grandson too.)
I woke at some dark hour and looked at my Mickey Mouse clock in the nightlight. It was a little past 3 am. As I looked towards my window, a form took shape at the end of my bed. It became my granddad, dressed in his pinstripe suit and smiling at me. Gradually, he faded away and I felt no fear at all. Just a great outpouring of love that seemed to wrap me within it. Eventually I slept a dreamless sleep and woke at my usual time. Whilst eating breakfast and preparing for school, I told my dad about this experience. A little before I was to leave for school, a telegram arrived at our door. Dad went to the door, opened it and walked back into the room reading it before giving it to my mother. Then he asked me "What time did you say you saw Granddad son?" "About 3 o'clock dad." Without a word he looked at mum, who said in a strange voice "Your granddad died at 3 am this morning Bob." I felt no excitement at this and indeed I paid it little attention - I was too busy grieving for my old Gramps. Years later, my dad recalled this and I still remembered it clearly, as I do today - I can see Granddad's face now, with that rare smile (he was a very Victorian sort of parent, but a very fond grandparent.)

My second experience was absolutely horrible, but it taught me the valuable lesson that the dead are unable to hurt the living, no matter how evil those dead people may have been in life.

In the 60's I was a soldier stationed in Germany. I was at one point in command of a Guard Room for a short period. There wer several cells for the incarceration of those in our garrison who misbehaved and all were the same - except one, which on the surface appeared to be no different to others. Despite the eforts of plumbers and other tradesmen, this cell was always cold and had a very depressing atmosphere. During the time I had been in charge, the Army decided to look into this.
Beneath the building were 3 tunnels and it was known from wartime records that the building had been an SS/Gesatpo HQ.
The tunnels were opened on my 'shift' and 2 Army Chaplains were brought in after we were informed by an old local that "interrogation" had been carried out there. A local Catholic priest joined the party and it was decided to carry out an Exorcism in the largest of the tunnels, directly beneath the cold cell. To say that this was unsuccessful is a huge understatement. I had used my rank to obtain a close view of these proceedings, which involved a great deal of chanting, many candles and of all things, a piece of fresh meat. This was passed upon a wooden implement, into a hole in the tunnel wall which apparently led into what had been an Interrogation Room.
The priest holding this tool shook, gave a strange gasp and withdrew the meat - which had been in the hole for perhaps 10 or 15 seconds. When it was withdrawn, the meat was writhing with maggots. That was when the hair stood on end all over my body ( I am a hairy person) and the religious personages exited at great speed! I stayed - I was an adrenalin junkie when I was young - a Paratrooper often is. I had no real fear because I believed what my old Granfmother told me after I told her about seeing her husband, my old Gramps. Gran always said "The dead cannot hurt you lad - only the living." Nothing happened to me. My first shock passed and I said a seemingly silly thing into that tunnel - "You don't live here anymore!" After I left that particular post, The army and German authorities sealed up the tunnels with concrete. As far as I know, the cell was never warm again, though. I visited that garrison as a civilian many years later and learned from a gate guard at the Guard Room that the cell was now a store room, never to be used to house prisoners. The legend of that night had passed into army folklore, growing terrible in its telling. I did not admit any connection with the incident, but passed on my way. Soldiers need to tell tall tales to one another and the true tale of that night would be much too boring to be told.

These 2 stories are true, although there will be those who will not believe. I care nothing for their opinion and I know what I experienced. I do not know your reason for asking the question and I sincerely hope it does not spring from fear of the unknown. All you have to remember is that it is not possible for the dead to hurt the living physically. Any mental stress can be avoided by control of the imagination. What cannot touch you, cannot hurt you. And the dead cannot touch you - life is not a Hllywood horror movie.
Remember also that there is no such thing as the unknown - just things that we do not know about yet. Let your intelligence take you where you want to be and never trust those who think they have the only answer. Humouring them can be entertaining in itself.

Regards

Robert W.

Answer 3

Ghosts are not dead people, as you may believe. Ghosts are in actual fact, demons come to deceive.

Demons can take on the form and appearance and mannerisms of a deceased person and would like you to believe they are your dead aunty, granny, grampa, etc. But they are not!

Never, ever, must you converse with them as they are cleverer than you and seek to deceive you whom they hate.

Answer 4

Yes they do. Very difficult to describe in words.
But sure they are around us. Probably we are separated from them just by a thin timeline. They live in their own world, and sometimes, unexplain things do happen. So the best thing to do is let's live our lives and leave them alone to live their own.

Answer 5

I cannot.
No experience.