foghorn
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If other poeple tell me "I have seen a couch" I probably would have no doubt they have.Seeing is in a sense the opposite of believing. I see my couch everyday. It is there and undeniably real. So I don't ever have to believe it is real. At least not consciously. Only unseen, or in God's case unseeable things, require belief and evidence. Ghosts are not one of those things. As this thread proves, they are seen and heard on a surprisingly regular basis.
If they tell me they have seen a ghost, I would have doubt about it.
You MR have never seen a ghost and just being told by someone that "they have seen a ghost" is enough for you to believe ghosts exsit.
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well, I use to be sweetpea on this site and I told a 'story' of something that happened to me, I will see if I can find it. This new site is a bit funny with my searching 'style.'Never had a ghost encounter myself, not that I'd want one. But enough people have reported such encounters all over the world that I have no doubts that they exist.
Found it already and back before edit time out...
"I will try to keep this concise and to remain anonymous not too much personal or local information.
When I was about fifteen I fell from a balcony (15 to 20 feet). Was kept in hospital overnight.
I remember waking-up and thinking...they kept me in. The ward was long and darkened for the night, but it must have been evening because there was a kind of twilight from the windows.
The call of nature called, and not sure of the procedure I decided to track down the toilets myself. I must have been drugged (painkiller), because I fell straight to the floor on attempting to get out of bed. A nurse was there almost at once and helped me up and sat me down on a cold old fashioned cast iron radiator. She want off to get a wheelchair.
Sitting there I turned to look out the window behind me. I knew if this was the local hospital there would be train tracks between the hospital and a large park.
The park was spread out below and in the half light I noticed lines of tents across the park. There were also more solid looking buildings, and both these and the tents had lights outside them.
I remember instinctively thinking what a cheek the scouts had for taking up so much of the park.
Movement made me look down to the tracks. A few people were walking across a narrow footbridge over the tracks, and looking further along the track in both directions I notice there were more of these bridges. The nurse arrived with a wheelchair and I forgot all about the scouts.
A few years later in the local library there was a table with a display of books about the local hospital, its anniversary or something. Looking at one of the books I notice an aerial picture of the hospital taken in the early days of flight, and there on the park were the lines tents and footbridges across the tracks. I cannot remember the exact wording but it was enough to make the hairs on the back of my neck rise. The hospital had been luckily opened in 1913 one year before the great war. The following year the park became a military hospital. It also mentioned the footbridges were taken down after the war."
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