Yes I do believe in ghosts. Have I seen a ghost? I don't think so. I might have a few years back when I had a cold and walked out of my room to get some juice. As I walked back, I noticed that my room had a orange glow. Nothing in my room could produce an orange glow. But after about three seconds, it disappeared. I don't know if it was a really realistic dream, or it was real.

Makes me wonder why the hell this house was so cheap...

The disclosure laws in some states require sellers to tell you if there's anything that's "psychologically impacted" a house, like unnatural deaths on the property, or if it's supposed to be haunted...if you know enough to ask about it, anyway.

I believe in ghosts. If you grow up in the kind of creepy Southern woods I did -- among the creepy features of which was a slave graveyard, marked only by notes on old surveyor's maps and a gigantic oak tree -- it's kinda inevitable. But I also believe that the human mind has ways of playing tricks on itself, and I don't need to believe that I have a morbid imagination anyway -- I know it. So I try to approach weird shit skeptically, and most of the time there is a reasonable explanation. But there have been some things that can't be reasoned away, and one in particular I will not accept as being anything but very, very real.

I always accept other people's ghost stories as true, anyway, even if the natural explanations are right there in the telling of them. Whether it's literal truth is beside the point -- it's true for them, and Joe-Bob believing his case of the night hags is really the spirit of the grandpa who died when he was eight doesn't pick anybody's pocket or break anybody's leg.

I believe that people believe in ghosts.

As for myself... I live in two worlds. The world that is real, and the world I wish is real. In the real world, even though I am afraid of the dark, I don't believe in ghosts or goblins or aliens trying to control our world. In the world I wish was real, also known as the world of my imagination, there are ghosts and dragons and true love. Typically I believe more in my imaginary world at night...

I guess the real issue I have it that there is no way to trust other people's ghost stories. If I see a 'haunted house' program on tv, it is easy to fake that sort of thing. If I hear a ghost story from a friend, that is easy to make up too. I think that in order to believe in ghosts you'd have to experience it for yourself, and well... I don't know if my life or my land has been too peaceful, but I've never had any experience like that.

I also live in 2 worlds. The world of science and truth where things of this nature do not exist.

And the other world where other things are waiting to be definitively proven and disproven. ghosts, big foot, God, the mothman.

So in other words, I do not "believe" in ghosts. Because I do not "believe" in anything. I have only theories. I have the sense that one day ghosts will be proven to exist by science and that one day God will be proven to exist by science. until then the only worthwhile thing to do is to aid science in these endeavors, and not blindly believe in anything. just my personal opinion.

Do I belive in ghosts, specifically the spirits/shades of deceased people remaining here on earth? No, I believe we go to either Heaven or Hell when we die, no other options.

Do I believe is the supernatural? By definition as a Christian, yes. I believe unnatural things remain in this world, but I don't believe they were ever human.
I have seen some wierd crap happen though, including my name being called by nobody, and a vivid but strange dream that didn't make any sense at all, until I was sitting in church the next morning. Then I realized it was a huge, complicated metaphor. Absolutely everything fit together. That was awesome!
Anyway, yeah, sort of. For lack of a better option, I'm voting "yes", though not for ghosts as such.

Of course when you wake up in the middle of the night to something cold running over your skin, that you can still feel while concious, only to see white skulls with white flame hovering over you, yet casting no light, day after day, it's not really 'blindly believing'. It's having experienced it without any real evidence to show others.

Of course, that I could just brush off as a recurring dream that started when I moved in and left when I moved out for some sort of psychological reason, except for the symbol on the floor of the basement and base floor. It was very large in the basement and worn off of the red paint right next to a drain in the floor, and then appeared exactly the same, except smaller, on the kitchen floor directly above it, again, worn away from red tile. We put a dog mat over it, and the symbol appeared on both the bottom and top of the dog mat as being worn away.

After all, just because I thought I was concious doesn't mean I was. The symbols, however, definately existed.

I would accept that you have to actually experience this kind of thing to believe in it, however. It's strange, frightening, and, at the current, unexplainable. Humans don't like things they can't explain and tend to mark them down as not being real or make up other reasons for them to exist that fall into their current views of the world. Ergo, DI's explanation as people being too good at recognizing other people, or Osterbaum's explanation of cold winds.

Doesn't mean a good good good amount of 'ghost stories' aren't just hoaxes, cold winds, and optical illusions. It, however, also doesn't mean that they all are.

I've had some interesting run ins. Up until recently, I've never quite believed in ghosts, but apparently the combination of me and my two newest friends kind of resonates on a... I suppose you could call it metaphysical level. We've had a couple of sticky run ins with the Unknown since. Nothing ever completely definite, but when three people who have only known each other for a few months all simultaniously stop walking because we all fealt a chill run down our spine and saw a man in a white cape and a white wide brimmed hat covering his face duck behind a tree out of the corner of their eyes... well... too much of a coincidence if you ask me.

Well, I do believe in ghosts, and don't think I've experienced one though. I see things out of the corner of my eye all the time, sometimes I can explain it, sometimes I can't. I don't think I really want to experience one though, it seems a bit too freaky for my tastes.

And by the way, reading these stories in a dark room, at night, with your back to the rest of the room and an even darker hallway, its freaky. Really freaky. I keep looking behind me, expecting to see something standing there....

I remember I when I was 18, I worked a graveyard shift three nights a week as a security guard at a hospital. One of the rooms on my route was part of the kidney dialysis clinic. This particular room was where organ donors got their organs donated. One night, there was a body under a white sheet on the table in the middle of the refrigerated room, this was pretty common. My first time by, the body was lying there. My second time by a few hours later, the body was sitting upright. The sheet was still over his head, but I could see his back.

This was freaky, but it was all explainable by science. Rigor mortis, fluid shifting, etc. A ghost didn't do it because Ghosts Don't Exist.

and people used to think that they heard God or Satan directly talking to them. and science proved that those people were "schizophrenics."

other people think they see things only because they had one too many acid trips and their mind's chemical makeup has been forever altered. just because you experience something doesn't make it real in the world. it could just be in your own mind.