Friendly ghost experiences

You've never met a ghost retard

>be me
>move to italy cuz im a navyfag
>house is the one in the first post
>some where near a really old town, been since roman times
>stuff comes in two months
>sleep in empty ass house and room with an air bed and a lamp and my spain flag to keep me company
>hear footsteps and heavy breathing some times
>spook.avi
>one night the light in the hallway turns on
>nope.wav
>grab .44 magnum ready to blow who ever the fuck was there

cont?

>>19411422
Yes, blease

did the ghost make your image sideways

>>19411456
>open door
>nothing there
>whatthefuck.flac
>search around house
>nothing
>relax a little
>go back to sleep
>wake up next morning to door open
>wat
>later in the day
>getting dark
>go to room
>browse interwebs
>hear steps coming up stairs
>light turns on
>fuck
>remember shit from a ghost doc i watched earlier
>ask it to move a chair if it can hear me
>chair across room moves
>ohshit.exe

Cont?

>>19411476
Just post everything.

I can't judge an incomplete story.

>>19411484
Ok this ill take me a while since im on mobile so will be done in 20-40 mins

>>19411476
>calm myself and decide to use ghost doc knowledge
>tell it to move the turn on the lamp twice for yes and do nothing for no
>ghost is chill
> eventually i get a paper and pencil and ask it to write its name
>writes Tyrrenus Marius
>realize im talking to a roman based one the name
>holyshit.alps
cont soon

>>19411523
Rip thread

>>19411605
I'm with you, keep going. And always pre-type your stories else this will happen every time.

i keep waking up to a shadow figure next to my bed touching my shoulder

i keep telling him to fuck off but cunt doesnt learn

>>19411609
You still here

>>19411523
Im gonna abandon that greentext format to save time

>>19411609
Im gonna try this later in the day when more people are here. Im gonna post a new thread around 9am with the same pic and title

>>19411389
>walked through a cemetery across the street from my house at 3am two summers ago.
>stood there, quietly thanking the freed black slaves who fought for the north in the civil war who were buried there.
>no wind, summer time,warm out, completely still out
>shoulders get cold
>my hair is long, and the left side of my head, my hair is moved, as though it were swatted at
>shoulders return to normal temperature
>hips get cold
>my t-shirt on my left side by my hip, gets swatted at
>hips return to normal temperature
>i proclaim aloud that i am leaving and that i am sorry to have disturbed anyone's rest.
>walk through the rest of the cemetery and go inside my house and go to bed, having experienced the most strangest thing i have ever endured
>all i can attribute it to was a ghost.
>it was not wind, it was one short, abrupt, but gentle swat, one to my hair and one to my shirt.

>live in old farm house with brother
>dad and his wife lives in neighbouring house (we lived on a big farm with multiple houses)
>lots of unexplainable noises in the house but they never "do" anything so w/e
>dad books a vacation to egypt
>nice
>gotta find my passport
>cant find it
>whole family looks for it for days
>not in dads house
>not in me and my brothers house
>not even in the fucking barn/storage
>weeks pass, going to egypt next week, gotta have a passport
>ah fuck it lets just get a new passport
>go to kitchen in me and my brothers house to call for an appointment with the police to take new passport photos and shit
>passport is laying on the middle of the fucking kitchen floor

thanks ghost
this is a true story btw