Are Ghosts Real? Do They Really Exist? Are We Not Alone?

by Angie0000023 in Paranormal, January 12, 2009

Are they there? What are they? Who are they? What do they want? Do they even exist?

Many people claim that ghosts are real and that they have seen them. But there are also others that claim they do not exist and that it is all a scam and the photos are not real. There are many photos found all over with imaged faces of something or someone in them. Many people claim everyday to have witnessed with their own eyes to have seen such unbelievable things. Should we be afraid? I believe they are real and that they are all around us all the time. I am not afraid though. I believe most of them are just lost and waiting to finally go home. Most of them are not there to harm us, if nothing else, they are there to help us. So what do you think? Are they real? Are they ghosts? Or is it fake? Do people make these things up? What do you think? Leave comments!

My Story

From the time I was little I had ghosts haunting me and following me. My mother told me a very interesting story one day. One that at first, I didn’t believe to be true. She told me that a ghost lived in my room. A little boy. It didn’t frighten me though to find out about this. She had told me that for weeks she kept hearing me upstairs in my room, when I was about 2, playing with my toys. But it confused her, because I was still in a crib at the time. She was confused to how I could possibly get my body out of the crib without hurting myself and then back into it again. It was impossible. So, one night she again heard the sound of my toys clanking together, my dolls speaking, and my toy phones ringing. She decided she better go investigate. As her and my father were going up the stairs to investigate they were being extremely quiet as to not let “me” hear them. As they got closer to my room the door flung open and then a a white blur hurried around the corner. My mother at that moment was confused and not sure if her eyes were playing tricks on her. She looked at my father, the look on his face at that moment declared he had seen just what she had seen. They then looked inside my room to see me lying in my bed sound asleep. I asked her how she knew it was a little boy. She told me that my father, a couple years ago, somehow got into Wicca. He messed with a weegee bored one day, and ever since that day a ghost followed him and my family around. It haunted not only our home but also where he worked. There was no way to escape this ghost. Until, him and my mother up and moved to Montana. From then on we have had no troubles with that little boy ghost. It still haunts my mothers memories to this day.

I now want you to decide for yourself what you think. So, look at these photos and and let me know what you think of them.