Palace 'ghost' caught on camera

Palace 'ghost' caught on camera

Closed-circuit security cameras at Hampton Court Palace, the huge Tudor castle outside London, seem to have snagged an ethereal visitor. Could it be a ghost?

"We're baffled too -- it's not a joke, we haven't manufactured it," said Vikki Wood, a Hampton Court spokeswoman, when asked if the photo the palace released was a Christmas hoax. "We genuinely don't know who it is or what it is."




scaredycat

Is that not awesome? I love the idea that this shit is out there.

Yeah, tehyre pretty awesome in person too.

I've seen spirits before, honestly, no joke.

I've seen the ghosts of some confederate soldiers leading slaves across a hill.

I also saw one ( relatively formless ) travel into a friends room whose house i was sleeping over at that night glide down into his room from the upstairs section of the house and dissapear through a wall.

And i've heard lots of lights, seen lots of stuff being moved, felt a couple of them physically, and even heard one speak before.

So i find the above story very cool. It would be nice to finally have some good evidence so that at least everyone that i ever tell wouldn't think that i was crazy.

Boy, that can't possibly be anything other than The Grim Reaper.

A prank I'm sure. Ghosts don't exist. We'd have to have souls first.

I was at a friend of a friend's house years ago deep into drink and we were smoking a little weed. I was sitting in a chair watching TV and I could see down a long hall. As I was watching the TV I saw what I thought was a person go from one room in the hall to another room on the other side of the hall. I asked the guy who lived there "Who's in the back?" He looked over at my friend and laughed. "Chuck fucking saw the ghost!"

It seems that this happened every once in a while and that there was something in the house that would open and close doors and turn the furnace on and take dirty clothes out of hampers and leave them on the floor. I don't know what it was but it freaked me out. I like that shit is out there that we can't explain.

I had something haunting me and my folks some years ago now and it would do weird little things, most of them barely noticable unless you really paid attention to them. Like for instance one of its favorite things to do was leave your shoes in exactly the same place as you had taken them off only it would turn them upside down. And another good trick it would pull is taking things and hiding them only to leave the item somewhere later out in the open in a spot where you knew you had looked before.

joshof13thfloor said:
I've seen spirits before, honestly, no joke.

I've seen the ghosts of some confederate soldiers leading slaves across a hill.
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Why is this one so popular? And did you happen to enjoying quality illegal substances? Just wondering.. you can see an awful lot on them.

I grew up in a very old farm house. Occasionally things would start rattling around in my room, although I never saw anything I always felt like there was something supernatural in the house. After we moved, my father sister and I were talking and I brought up that I thought the old place was haunted. My sister and dad both stopped and asked why. I told them, my sister said she had the same feelings cause things would move around in her room (she never saw it but when she came home things would be moved) My dad said he was going up stairs one day and saw a little girl in the upper hallway. Of course none of us said anything cause we didn't want to scare each other til after we moved. I am convinced there is something to ghosts and the supernatural.

you know, this is the kind of thing that i don't really believe in, but i wish i did. even if it would freak me the fuck out to see one.

Okay sorry.


I think it's fucking awesome. I love ghostly things.

You grow up in the South surrounded by sites where thousands of people died violent deaths. Then come back and scoff.

all I know for certain is that..... New Orleans is like Vegas for dead people...seriously!

wow, that's pretty sweet... but its no ghost, and that's a fact - just ask mack if you don't believe me. its an Urban Explorer... those guys are awesome!

okay, enough of that... I do believe that it is foolish for us humans to think that if the existance of something cannot be proven by modern science, then it does not exist.. there's just too much we don't know, new species of animals are still being discovered and things that used to be science fiction are now quite common in real life. the patent office was once closed for a short time when some moron declared that there was nothing left to invent... I believe that there is a lot we do not know about the way things in our world work, and because of this, I believe very much in the existance of what are commonly called ghosts/spirits/whatever-else-you want-to-call-them... though as someone else pointed out, I do think it is rather strange that this ghost seems to be opening the door, or resting a hand on the door handle/push-bar.

I also believe that it is foolish for every photo with an odd shadow, unexpected figure, lump of mist, or mysterious orb to be put forth as a photo of something paranormal... I've taken my share of photos with such strange things, a couple of them are in a photoset in the paranormal group as examples of such glitch photos with mundane explanations.

and on a related side note... the first picture in that link I posted.. It was taken by a local photographer in an abandoned building down the road from where I live. and I'm fairly certain, from several experiances in that place, that that building is haunted by something a but more sinister than homeless people.

I'm pretty skeptical about that photo, but who knows. Like everyone else, I'll share my experience:

It all starts way back in the day. I was maybe 7 or 8, and my bedroom was in the basement (not any fucking more). I was lying in bed one night. The door was NOT open. The window was NOT open, my bed was in the corner and I was lying facing the wall with the window. All of a sudden, I feel a breeze against my back. It doesn't phase me too much as I don't realize that there's no where for a breeze to come from, but it continues stronger and stronger until it actually blows the blankets from my feet and uncovers most of me. I am absolutely frozen in fear and can't even turn over to flick the light on. I lie there in the exact same position until morning, without the warmth of my blankets.

The VERY NEXT NIGHT, I build enough courage to go to bed, but of course I leave the fucking lamp on this time and wrap up in the blankets so nothing can take them off. I'm lying there, still completely awake, facing the wall, when I feel something pass down through me, ceiling to floor. Imagine a thin wall of compressed warmth moving through you. Now take away the warm. Yeah, that about describes it (took me a couple of years to come up with a well-describing description). It moves down through me over and over again, at the same interval, but stronger and stronger each time, and every time I can feel myself get colder and colder. I could even feel someone standing by my bed. When it finally stopped, I felt like a skeleton, just so cold. I didn't move or sleep for the rest of that night.

I didn't tell my family or friends for a long time afterwards, but I'll always remember my fathers comment the next day, noting how pale I was, "You look like you've seen a ghost."

[Edited on Dec 20, 2003 by Typhoeus]

Savannh's supposed to be filled with ghosts (not just the tour guide ones, but all over)
whenever animals are at my friend Jack's house, they always watch the ceiling
we think they're looking at ghost feet, as the second floor used to be a few feet lower...........
i've never seen a ghost, but i've felt presences
also, this hospital end table i found in an alley screamed at me once (i was sober)

o.k., so i'm kinda board

BOO!

i'd like to see the whole video of that thing...not just a still vid cap. Still, it seems pretty sweet and scary.

In my old place, I used to get up late at night and watch TV. It was like a common area shared by all of the people living in the building. I was always up late by myself cuz I couldn't sleep. Every once and a while I would watch TV and I would see out of the corner of my eye someone watching TV with me. Of course I would turn to look and they would be gone. Also, I lived in the oldest building on my post. A couple nights when I got up to use the old bathroom I would see a soldier in old style gear standing there. He would just stand there and look scared. I, being the big courageous man I am would turn around as fast as I could and get under the covers in my room. No matter how bad I had to piss I would not go out if I saw him during the night.

I've had some experiences first hand and I can tell you once you experience it you doubt it less when others come forward with stories. I saw the picture in The paper this morning.. Very Cool

This incident happened long before i started experimenting with illegal substances. I am very serious about everything that i've said here. It is no lie and no joke. If you had seen what i saw that day or any of the other things that i have seen of a similar nature then you wouldn't find this nearly so amusing.

Just for the record my friends and i who had seen the spirits later found out through one of their grandfathers who was a descendant of the man who founded our county and thus knew much about our local history that the exact site that we had been playing in had been a soldier ran slave encampment/killing grounds. There was and is still a very large tree there where you can see clear evidence where the confederates had hung slaves.

sorry about the long post, but this is cool. i used to work at the Maumee Bay Brewing Company in the Oliver House here in toledo. this building is around 150 years old and has always had crazy stories about ghost sightings and people hearing footsteps coming from empty rooms and stuff like that. i myself had a couple experiences as well as alot of my coworkers. we got used to the little stuff like strange noises, but i had one specific experience where i totally got scared to the point that i had temporary paralysis. basicly a sighting of a full figure walking through a room, but i was by myself, at night, in a room with no lights on the other side of the building from where everyone else was. not fun. anyway, this is from book written by someone with experience with haunted places that basicly went to such places to check them out and documented the experience in this book.


edit to add: some of the history of this building includes it being part of the underground railroad, and when they were diggin up the ground to lay the cement in front of the main entrance, they found a grave of a native american.
the owners contacted the local tribes council people, and they insrtucted them not to disturb the grave because it was sacred. so they left him there! theres a dude buried under the walkway to the entrance!!! creepy!

Excerpt from THE POOL ROOM Maumee Bay Brewing Company, Toledo
-from Ghost Hunter’s Guide to Haunted Ohio by Chris Woodyard

The first time I saw Oliver House in the early 1990s, it frightened me from two blocks away. There was something heavy and foreboding about it, with the sooty color of its uncleaned brick and the desolation of the neighborhood street. Pat Appold has restored the building and turned it into an attractive and popular eatery
My friend Linda and I went to visit in May 2000. Huge copper tanks and tubing gleamed behind glass framed by hand-hewn beams salvaged from the upper floors. We sat down in the warm brick room with its tall windows, its elaborately mirrored bar and stuffed bison head. The room was pleasant and airy.
We had a lovely lunch. I can enthusiastically recommend the pulled pork sandwich. Linda liked the porter. We chattered away for almost two hours. Before we explored the building, we went into the ladies’ room. It was painted a cold, grey-green. I was repulsed by some kind of energy at the end of the room by the handicapped stall. Flippantly, Linda blew into it as if to chase it away. I shivered.
After strolling through the dining rooms filled with plants and antiques, we descended into a large oval private dining room, lit by many tall arched windows. This room had been the main lobby of Oliver House. Polished glassware glittered from the walk-in safe, now the bartender’s storage pantry. Linda and I took turns guessing where doors and stairways led. It is a most disorienting building. One is never sure where a stairway will lead or where a hall will come out.
There was a certain silence in the private dining room, as if we were being watched. I poked my nose into what looked like a closet. Some energy batted at my head and I hastily pulled back.
We retraced our steps through the dining areas and walked down the stairs past colorful displays of beer memorabilia to the lower floor. There was an attractive bar watched over by the "bright tanks" room, another area of the brewery. Through a side doorway to this room, I saw a ghostly man in a white apron standing with his back to us.
Just beyond was an empty hall, painted a foul, mottled tangerine color. The atmosphere was jarring after the agreeable rooms upstairs. But it only got worse. We stepped into a darkened pool hall, lit by windows to the outside courtyard. A sunny vision of a couple sharing a drink at a little table outside only made the Pool Hall seem all the darker. I scurried behind a big brick pillar.
"If you stand here and keep your head down," I thought, my heart pounding "they won’t see you." I wasn’t sure who "they" were.
The atmosphere got worse and worse. My eyesight began to go. Reluctantly I was drawn to the farthest corner, a corner fenced off by a little iron railing, full of a tangle of red-painted pipes and gauges. The rough stone wall was mottled with shrouded shapes.

"The dead corner," I thought.

Behind it, the back of a staircase seemed to seal off a much longer tunnel or passage.
"Where does that go?" Linda wondered out loud. I caught a smell of horrifying corruption and stepped back. Linda smelled nothing. When I told Pat Appold about the malaise in the Pool Room, she did not seem surprised.
"That may be why nobody wants to use it," she remarked. "Although I never feel a thing there."
When Pat initially opened the brew-pub, her daughter Cait and son-in-law Matt came to work at the restaurant for the first two years. One evening Cait had stayed late with her husband. She was waiting for him in the private dining room when she heard a man’s voice calling her name from beneath the floor, from the then-unfinished Pool Room. It called her three times: "Cait" "Cait" "Cait."




***lol, by the way, i just want to mention, while most of this stuff i couldnt explain, i DO know the secret of the so called "dead corner" from which the "smell of horrifying corruption" emitted.....its where we used to piss while playing pool after work when we were too drunk to walk to the bathroom. oh man , when we first read this, we just about laughed ourselves to death. she was smelling our PISS!!! HAHA!


[Edited on Dec 20, 2003 by ratbug56]