Ghost at the Door Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Better than a dullahan watching EBEs: I need a ghost picture. Click for a different ghost story. The following narrative is extracted from a note to a friend; it turns out we both had weird moments in our days within an exceptionally short period. † A couple hours ago, a ghost knocked on my door. Which really is thrilling because I haven't chased ghosts in decades, but even in the context of our nineteen year-old selves scaring the hell out of ourselves and knowing it, it's also true I never did get one of these. The real explanation likely has something to do with the door hinges, but the thing is I've never heard that sound out of them before, and can't reproduce it. Not that I spent much time trying. But: Bedroom door is swung closed but simply against the jamb. Open window tends to move the door a little; the bit where it taps against the jamb is a familiar, even necessary sound in my life. No, really, it's amazing how accustomed I am to house sounds in general, such that the world seems awry if everything is just that quiet. Nobody else is home. Hollow-core interior door, standard size. It's the sound of light but focused impact on the door. How long are your fingernails? Three times. Tap-tap-tap. Like one long fingernail straight against the door. Sitting at my desk right now, the door is visible in my right-side peripheral vision. The door moved with each tap. That's the thing that got me. I actually thought someone was standing outside my door; I would have guessed maybe my mother, but she doesn't knock with her fingernail, and I didn't hear her enter the house. But there's nobody at the door, so I figure maybe the cat, who sometimes just scratches a nail on the door, or sometimes pushes it open, instead of hollering for me. Still, it's nothing like the normal sound that makes. And from nobody at the door to the cat is asleep on the couch required maybe a second and a half. Lastly, I'm familiar with the way certain sounds bounce around my room. When I'm in bed, and have both window panes ajar, the sound of rain from my left will reach my right ear while lying in bed as if it is falling on my right. This ... this wasn't subtle, and the door moved in apparent coincidence with each tap. I cannot conceive of an environmental concussion (A) moving the air like that while (B) reaching my ear like that. Most likely, a very slight drop in air pressure compelled the door to swing inward, but in the end was insufficient to create smooth motion, resulting in the door repeatedly exceeding a certain threshold, overcoming friction and thus allowing it to move slightly, resulting in a rare sound from the hinges that resonates slightly through the door. I mean, that's the explanation I'm going with, but scientifically, I can't tell you how it works―I only know it's possible. But, yeah, it's kind of ironic. Not only is it temporally close to your much more entertainingly curious experience, but also I enjoy the irony of never once, when I cared about such things enough to spend nights out with friends chasing ghosts, having an experience requiring me to dig for an answer like that. We did, actually, solve a couple folklore mysteries; the bloody sink at the church, for instance―the rust stains, a leaking faucet, and yeah, in the right moonlight it looked absolutely terrifying. That was about as tough as it got, though. A ghost knocking on my door? My nineteen year-old self would be ecstatic.
My ex and I had some very odd experiences. Most notably, we each had one episode where something seemed to sit on the bed. It happened to me first. My ex was gone on a trip for work and I had just settled in. Both cats at the head of the bed and I was still wide awake. I was lying on my stomach with my feet apart when I felt someone sit on the bed between my legs. I immediately assumed there was an intruder in the room - some kind of nut or serial killer... I could only imagine. I tried to turn and look and prepared myself for the fight of my life. But as I turned, I could see that there was nothing there. This was so shocking and unexpected that I flew out of that bed and ran down the hall. I laid on the couch the rest of the night watching and waiting for the intruder to exit the room. It was only when morning came that I realized that I was indeed alone. Only then did I start to consider that this was something else. The only explanation I could imagine was that I had experienced something that people would call a ghost. I knew what had happened. There was no doubt about it. But even by the end of the next day I was starting to doubt myself. When my ex came home I never told her. It seemed too silly. A couple of weeks later I had driven to my parents house 500 miles north for a family thing. My ex stayed home. When I arrived at my parent's house, I called to let her know I had made it [this was before cell phones]. She answered the phone with her voice shaking. She was clearly distressed. She proceeded to tell me that something had just sat next to her on the bed, but there was nothing there. Only then did I tell her about my experience. There is more to the story but those were the most striking experiences we had. It only happened once to each of us and only when alone. That was almost 30 years ago and I still remember it like it was yesterday.
Just a thought: Normally your parents or grand parents watch over you. So, it could be one of those...95% probabilities...thank you...
I wasn't going to get into the rest of the story but... Because of those episodes and a few others, I finally went to the building manger to ask very subtly if they had ever had reports of unusual things happening in our apartment. But immediately she [and her husband] jumped right up and knew where this was going. She went on to explain that her mother had lived in the building and died; I think a few years earlier. It was claimed that she went around visiting people. Our experiences were claimed to be common to the building.
My only experience, I forget how old I was and the reasonable explanation is it was just me and my arms, I was waking up in bed to see my teddy bear floating above my head. I was scared and ran out of my room, however, I was holding my teddy as I ran.
Don't think we know enough about the paranormal to dismiss that it could possibly exist. I could have sworn that I've had ghostly experiences before, and then spend a while after talking myself out of what I might have seen or heard. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
True, that is exactly what I was doing by the next day. Many years ago there was a show called Candid Camera, that pulled practical jokes on people while they were secretly being recorded [filmed back then]. There was one prank that involved a fake tree with someone hidden inside, at a park. When people sitting a bench facing the tree looked away, the tree would move. One guy even SAW the tree move. But time after time they didn't believe their own eyes. It is the flip side of confirmation bias.
It happens...but not at sciforums...we have giant moderators that will kill the smaller moderator...HERE...
