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term="house" /><category term="curb" /><category term="Eden Arizona" /><category term="lady" /><category term="witch" /><category term="little girl" /><title>Ghost Gossip</title><subtitle type="html">Submit Your Ghost Story, &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.com/forms/?631332-VVHnH3rxsa"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Click Here&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Troyster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQjUYvzfvP8/SSafAySf20I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0uzYXoMi8ok/S220/92049773_l.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/GhostGossip" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="ghostgossip" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUAQn44eSp7ImA9WhRaEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985798826538516682.post-2318861532150284597</id><published>2012-02-13T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T02:50:43.031-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-13T02:50:43.031-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="great-grandmother" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mother passed away" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smell" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hearing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kitchen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="talking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photograph" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cooking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trauma" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grandmother" /><title>The Woman in the Kitchen - by Kristen Horning</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/feeds/2318861532150284597/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985798826538516682&amp;postID=2318861532150284597" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/2318861532150284597?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/2318861532150284597?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/2012/02/woman-in-kitchen-by-kristen-horning.html" title="The Woman in the Kitchen - by Kristen Horning" /><author><name>Troyster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQjUYvzfvP8/SSafAySf20I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0uzYXoMi8ok/S220/92049773_l.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">When I was about five or six years old, my family was living in an old, beautiful two story house in a very quiet neighborhood. I'd known something about me was different. I knew this because of the trauma I suffered when I was two years old. My mother had passed away, but I would see her every morning and every night, as though she were still there. I'd been told stories by my grandmother, 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_vqTKkC01RyMNGSU_cyo_czCbyE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_vqTKkC01RyMNGSU_cyo_czCbyE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08HRnc4eyp7ImA9WhRWFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985798826538516682.post-6598592839321246227</id><published>2012-01-02T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T01:17:17.933-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-02T01:17:17.933-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lights" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bed shaking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="physical manifestations" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="supernatural" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="iPod" /><title>Haunted At Friend's House - by Rosie</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/feeds/6598592839321246227/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985798826538516682&amp;postID=6598592839321246227" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/6598592839321246227?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/6598592839321246227?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/2012/01/haunted-at-friends-house-by-rosie.html" title="Haunted At Friend's House - by Rosie" /><author><name>Troyster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQjUYvzfvP8/SSafAySf20I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0uzYXoMi8ok/S220/92049773_l.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">So all my life I have had experiences with the paranormal and have experienced physical manifestations of otherworldly spirits numerous times. The first (and only) time I actually "saw" a spirit with my own two eyes was when I was six. Since then I have had many encounters. The most recent, happened less than a year ago.  All of this is true, I have no reason to lie and am a professional person.
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hgKYY9CA-Ub8aQIA8M-DU4uyOWw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hgKYY9CA-Ub8aQIA8M-DU4uyOWw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEHQXgzfSp7ImA9WhdbFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985798826538516682.post-2738726052341785412</id><published>2011-10-15T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T00:10:30.685-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-15T00:10:30.685-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="videos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="water dish" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="road" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cats" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lamp" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="black mass" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="motorcycle" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="curb" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lights twisting" /><title>My Life - by Summer Lynn</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/feeds/2738726052341785412/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985798826538516682&amp;postID=2738726052341785412" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/2738726052341785412?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/2738726052341785412?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/2011/10/my-life-by-summer-lynn.html" title="My Life - by Summer Lynn" /><author><name>Troyster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQjUYvzfvP8/SSafAySf20I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0uzYXoMi8ok/S220/92049773_l.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Ever since I can remember, I've been able to sense or see things.  The first time it happened I was about 4 or maybe older.  I was in the living room listening to my mom and dad fighting in the kitchen.  I got up and past the hallway I saw a black mass go from the bathroom to the office. I told them (my parents) but they never believed me.  Another time was years later when my lil brother's 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0qjZQ4S11_grGnxaqiL3yWtN0KQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0qjZQ4S11_grGnxaqiL3yWtN0KQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcMRHo6eip7ImA9WhdUEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985798826538516682.post-8934269287227629116</id><published>2011-09-27T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T09:48:05.412-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-27T09:48:05.412-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="room" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="presence" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bed" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smooth" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sleeping" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wisconsin" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="long hair" /><title>Sleeping With - by Kou</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/feeds/8934269287227629116/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985798826538516682&amp;postID=8934269287227629116" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/8934269287227629116?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/8934269287227629116?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/2011/09/sleeping-with-by-kou.html" title="Sleeping With - by Kou" /><author><name>Troyster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQjUYvzfvP8/SSafAySf20I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0uzYXoMi8ok/S220/92049773_l.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">When this happened, I was five or six, and my sister was 11 or 12.  I can still remember this because it was so weird and scary.  My family lived in a house in Wisconsin.  I had 6 brothers and sisters living with me at the time.  There were lots of weird things happening but this is the one that confused me the most. My sister and I were in her room while my other family members were sleeping. It
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TWpdsDJp9y4i09v1z7oV0D27QDM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TWpdsDJp9y4i09v1z7oV0D27QDM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ANQHY_cSp7ImA9WhdUEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985798826538516682.post-5469821147294400122</id><published>2011-09-27T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T09:43:11.849-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-27T09:43:11.849-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wood crate" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dreaming" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="back" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heavy pressure" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="witch" /><title>Last Nite - by Oloren</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/feeds/5469821147294400122/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985798826538516682&amp;postID=5469821147294400122" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/5469821147294400122?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/5469821147294400122?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/2011/09/last-nite-by-oloren.html" title="Last Nite - by Oloren" /><author><name>Troyster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQjUYvzfvP8/SSafAySf20I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0uzYXoMi8ok/S220/92049773_l.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I never had this happen before, and it was very weird.  I was dreaming about an old witch, I was sitting on a wood crate.  When I awoke from sleep, I felt a heavy pressure on my back. I did not see or hear anything, just a very heavy pressure on my back. Anyone got any ideas what this could have been?
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rrZmaTE81Dv791R0G0zewWKAWig/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rrZmaTE81Dv791R0G0zewWKAWig/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcGSXc9cCp7ImA9WhdVFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985798826538516682.post-1322782576783100715</id><published>2011-09-21T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T21:50:28.968-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-21T21:50:28.968-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chidren laughing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monster" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alarm clock" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fire" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alarm" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="toys" /><title>Demon Baby? - by Pretty Poison</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/feeds/1322782576783100715/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985798826538516682&amp;postID=1322782576783100715" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/1322782576783100715?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/1322782576783100715?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/2011/09/demon-baby-by-pretty-poison.html" title="Demon Baby? - by Pretty Poison" /><author><name>Troyster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQjUYvzfvP8/SSafAySf20I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0uzYXoMi8ok/S220/92049773_l.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">One morning @ 6am my alarm rang for school. I rolled over to turn it of and as I did I realized there was light in my room (my bedroom had no windows). When I reached for my alarm clock I saw a hideous baby sitting on the floor about 5 ft from me with its hair completely on fire, it had a really ugly face, it just looked like a monster. The baby was just looking at me and it was laughing. It also
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/auaAtNaQZMG4W7BedfIyCopxrCE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/auaAtNaQZMG4W7BedfIyCopxrCE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAESXc7eSp7ImA9WhdXFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985798826538516682.post-7565309615915676118</id><published>2011-08-27T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T20:55:08.901-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-27T20:55:08.901-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bark" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dog" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Max" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="river" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cremated" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ashes" /><title>The Barking - by Anonymous</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/feeds/7565309615915676118/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985798826538516682&amp;postID=7565309615915676118" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/7565309615915676118?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/7565309615915676118?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/2011/08/barking-by-anonymous.html" title="The Barking - by Anonymous" /><author><name>Troyster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQjUYvzfvP8/SSafAySf20I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0uzYXoMi8ok/S220/92049773_l.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">My beloved dog Max died a few weeks ago. I had him since I was a teenager, now I am an adult living in my own house... My dog also lived there, but he got cancer and before I knew it, he had passed away. I got him cremated and a very nice object to put him in.  I set him up on the living room fire place and went to bed. When I woke up around two o'clock, I heard a barking sound, and it was coming
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QqSxJFsNn8fj5Awa8sq8rIYRj8g/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QqSxJFsNn8fj5Awa8sq8rIYRj8g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYMRns7fSp7ImA9WhdXEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985798826538516682.post-7023262580793666294</id><published>2011-08-25T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T04:53:07.505-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-25T04:53:07.505-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shower" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dog" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teeth marks" /><title>Ghost Dog Bite - by Kealoha DuDoit</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/feeds/7023262580793666294/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985798826538516682&amp;postID=7023262580793666294" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/7023262580793666294?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/7023262580793666294?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/2011/08/ghost-dog-bite-by-kealoha-dudoit.html" title="Ghost Dog Bite - by Kealoha DuDoit" /><author><name>Troyster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQjUYvzfvP8/SSafAySf20I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0uzYXoMi8ok/S220/92049773_l.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Ok, so my dog just died about a month ago, and my story takes place not even a week or so after he dies. So I was giving my daughter (she's 4) a shower and she was scared and got out right away. I asked her what's the matter and she says, "Something bit me." 

I ask, "What bit you?" 

She says "My dog bit me on my arm." I look at her arm and sure enough I saw teeth marks.  My dog loves to take 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XaEK8gRDgveg_6S-Gv8F6TcHUhA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XaEK8gRDgveg_6S-Gv8F6TcHUhA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUNRng_eip7ImA9WhdXEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985798826538516682.post-6975787164622634121</id><published>2011-08-23T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T01:14:57.642-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-23T01:14:57.642-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="man" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="white old fashioned dress" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="girl" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="house" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="faces" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="woman" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cross legged" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shadow people" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="giggle" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="window" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alone" /><title>Ghost Family - by Anonymous</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/feeds/6975787164622634121/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985798826538516682&amp;postID=6975787164622634121" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/6975787164622634121?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/6975787164622634121?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/2011/08/ghost-family-by-anonymous.html" title="Ghost Family - by Anonymous" /><author><name>Troyster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQjUYvzfvP8/SSafAySf20I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0uzYXoMi8ok/S220/92049773_l.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I have recently moved houses, at my old house I used to see faces in the window and what can only be described as shadow people. Since moving to this new house I see a man standing in the corner of my room most nights, he never moves unless I worry.  If I worry he advances to my bedside, stands and then disappears. I have also seen a woman walking around in my hallway and then into my bedroom, 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p8DBVjpIhmMQm9RzGXLXpERiu7g/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p8DBVjpIhmMQm9RzGXLXpERiu7g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYNSHw4fCp7ImA9WhdQEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985798826538516682.post-2467804177773998669</id><published>2011-08-11T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T00:03:19.234-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-11T00:03:19.234-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moonlight" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ghost" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bats" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cats" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tire swing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ten to eleven" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="un-seen force" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="barn" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dreary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cold" /><title>The Swinging Ghost - by Anonymous</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/feeds/2467804177773998669/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985798826538516682&amp;postID=2467804177773998669" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/2467804177773998669?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/2467804177773998669?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/2011/08/swinging-ghost-by-anonymous.html" title="The Swinging Ghost - by Anonymous" /><author><name>Troyster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQjUYvzfvP8/SSafAySf20I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0uzYXoMi8ok/S220/92049773_l.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">It was a dark winter afternoon. I was playing at my best friend's barn, having a sleep over. We decided to play outside. Bats swooped low to the ground and stray cats meowed in the moonlight. We headed up to the barn and in this barn was a tire swing. We were joking around saying how a ghost lived in the barn. When we walked into the barn my heart stopped. The tire swing was rapidly swing up and 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/y2WkvvDztB56k5ehxQ63bdKD_XM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/y2WkvvDztB56k5ehxQ63bdKD_XM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAHQHc4fyp7ImA9WhdRGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985798826538516682.post-7849219217281848214</id><published>2011-08-09T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T18:45:31.937-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-09T18:45:31.937-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="waterfall" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="girl" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mountain" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="woman" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="voice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rain" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="newspaper" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="slam shut" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="colder" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="washroom" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="storm" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heavy door" /><title>The Waterfall Lady - by Anonymous</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/feeds/7849219217281848214/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985798826538516682&amp;postID=7849219217281848214" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/7849219217281848214?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/7849219217281848214?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/2011/08/waterfall-lady-by-anonymous.html" title="The Waterfall Lady - by Anonymous" /><author><name>Troyster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQjUYvzfvP8/SSafAySf20I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0uzYXoMi8ok/S220/92049773_l.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">It was a stormy day. We were traveling along a highway. Rain slowly sprinkled down, landing on our car's windsheild. One of us all the sudden had to use the washroom. So we pulled up a mountain, where a waterfall was. We went into a tiny washroom. My two friends went into the stalls, while I stood outside. A woman emerged from behind the door and blurted, "Please hurry up, I really have to go," I
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RbDDPy_9OaS8kFC2xVNNtruHXSU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RbDDPy_9OaS8kFC2xVNNtruHXSU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMDSXY_fyp7ImA9WhdSFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985798826538516682.post-6468382469842628640</id><published>2011-07-22T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T00:01:18.847-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-23T00:01:18.847-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="man" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smoking" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bed" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cigar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chair" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="red light" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hands" /><title>Clearfield Job Corp Ghosts - by Larry Madden</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/feeds/6468382469842628640/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985798826538516682&amp;postID=6468382469842628640" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/6468382469842628640?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/6468382469842628640?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/2011/07/clearfield-job-corp-ghosts-by-larry.html" title="Clearfield Job Corp Ghosts - by Larry Madden" /><author><name>Troyster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQjUYvzfvP8/SSafAySf20I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0uzYXoMi8ok/S220/92049773_l.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I was asleep in my room with 4 roommates, and I just popped up with a feeling I was being watched. As I looked up it was a man in a chair by my bed smoking a cigar, rocking back and forth, then I looked at the foot of my bed and saw a man standing in a locker looking at me, so as this is happening I couldn't really talk.  Then I saw another standing up over my friend's bed looking at me, then a 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MNht2x9piuAk6OeVgKvr7Det358/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MNht2x9piuAk6OeVgKvr7Det358/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIGSH8-fCp7ImA9WhdSEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985798826538516682.post-1207102795806573405</id><published>2011-07-19T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T15:12:09.154-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-19T15:12:09.154-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="laptop" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="microwave" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="computer" /><title>The Greatest Fear Moment Of My Life - by Sehrish Khan</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/feeds/1207102795806573405/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985798826538516682&amp;postID=1207102795806573405" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/1207102795806573405?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/1207102795806573405?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/2011/07/greatest-fear-moment-of-my-life-by.html" title="The Greatest Fear Moment Of My Life - by Sehrish Khan" /><author><name>Troyster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQjUYvzfvP8/SSafAySf20I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0uzYXoMi8ok/S220/92049773_l.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I was sitting in my living room with my laptop on...  My sis was in the kitchen getting some chocolates.  I was turning off my computer and suddenly it turned on again.  When I went to check on my small sister, the microwave turned on, when she didn't do it..  I checked everywhere but it was only happening with me and my lil sister. :(   That was my greatest fear and my lil sis'.
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YVEjpv431FEKCJXqaY-B4h3s7-M/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YVEjpv431FEKCJXqaY-B4h3s7-M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkACSXgzfCp7ImA9WhZbEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985798826538516682.post-2298966540645462259</id><published>2011-06-16T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T00:19:28.684-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-16T00:19:28.684-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Oconto" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cottage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bay" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pictures" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="camp" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="farmer" /><title>So Glad You're Here - by Alex</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/feeds/2298966540645462259/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985798826538516682&amp;postID=2298966540645462259" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/2298966540645462259?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/2298966540645462259?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/2011/06/so-glad-youre-here-by-alex.html" title="So Glad You're Here - by Alex" /><author><name>Troyster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQjUYvzfvP8/SSafAySf20I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0uzYXoMi8ok/S220/92049773_l.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I really dont know where to start. My name is Alex and im 15. I never really believed in the whole after life thing and just would laugh stuff off when people told stuff to me. Well my family and I have land in Oconto Wisconsin that we camp on, and way back when a guy whose related to us carried this cottage over the bay on the ice and planted it there and it still sits to this day. Well this 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/f5TBmUrLXMsnHhjlVSw3wA6VmUs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/f5TBmUrLXMsnHhjlVSw3wA6VmUs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04FSXgzcSp7ImA9WhZUE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985798826538516682.post-7545051312325443520</id><published>2011-06-06T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T00:38:38.689-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-06T00:38:38.689-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="childhood" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Haunted" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="images" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crib" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="memories" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="numbers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="telepathy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ghosts" /><title>In the Crib - by Luc</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/feeds/7545051312325443520/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985798826538516682&amp;postID=7545051312325443520" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/7545051312325443520?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/7545051312325443520?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/2011/06/in-crib-by-luc.html" title="In the Crib - by Luc" /><author><name>Troyster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQjUYvzfvP8/SSafAySf20I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0uzYXoMi8ok/S220/92049773_l.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I am a 43 year old man, my childhood is a distant memory by now, but a few of my early memories still haunt me to this day. Haunt is a harsh word, I should say lingers with me. I must have been 9 months to 18 months old or maybe 2 since I was still sleeping in the crib. I remember laying in the crib in my parents' bedroom, it was daylight and there were 3 different individuals, 2 men and a woman.
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/slGMA7duTgLglqdEakJE1l2busk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/slGMA7duTgLglqdEakJE1l2busk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcMSX8zfCp7ImA9WhZVEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985798826538516682.post-3713638100026247438</id><published>2011-05-22T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T00:08:08.184-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-22T00:08:08.184-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="black cat" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="closet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Animal Planet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Haunted" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="protects" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paws" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TV" /><title>My Cat Protects Me - by Nick</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/feeds/3713638100026247438/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985798826538516682&amp;postID=3713638100026247438" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/3713638100026247438?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/3713638100026247438?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/2011/05/my-cat-protects-me-by-nick.html" title="My Cat Protects Me - by Nick" /><author><name>Troyster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQjUYvzfvP8/SSafAySf20I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0uzYXoMi8ok/S220/92049773_l.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">My name is Nick, I'm 15. I live with my two sisters, my mom and step dad. Well one night I was sitting by myself watching TV. I was watching Animal Planet's,The Haunted. On the show this cat would stare at a wall or door blankly. Well it was about 12:00, I was laying in bed with my cat, and my cat NEVER lays with me. I woke up around 1:00AM with my cat laying its paws on my chest, which he does 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tuvAhYVL9q-WvKLa5wLWmySk1GA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tuvAhYVL9q-WvKLa5wLWmySk1GA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IGQH07eyp7ImA9WhZXEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985798826538516682.post-2839607382960741842</id><published>2011-04-28T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T23:45:21.303-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-28T23:45:21.303-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="room" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lying" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spirit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ghost" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dog" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="presence" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bed" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="contours" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feel" /><title>Presence Since a Child - by Anonymous</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/feeds/2839607382960741842/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985798826538516682&amp;postID=2839607382960741842" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/2839607382960741842?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/2839607382960741842?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/2011/04/presence-since-child-by-anonymous.html" title="Presence Since a Child - by Anonymous" /><author><name>Troyster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQjUYvzfvP8/SSafAySf20I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0uzYXoMi8ok/S220/92049773_l.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">When I was a young girl of about 6 years of age, I used to feel there was somebody lying next to me in bed, I could actually feel the contours of their body next to mine, they never touched me but it was just the presence that scared the hell out of me. My parents had to leave the landing light on until the day I left home at 29 when I moved in with my then boyfriend (now husband).  I always felt
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uKGd4YY7RGLDwj7TxGIi5pteH6w/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uKGd4YY7RGLDwj7TxGIi5pteH6w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYFQXo_eyp7ImA9WhZQGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985798826538516682.post-7697358894734020599</id><published>2011-04-26T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T12:28:30.443-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-26T12:28:30.443-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blue misty ball" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="orbs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blue orb" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Discovery channel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="whales" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="light" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smoke" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sleepover" /><title>Blue Orb Randomly Appears - by Renee</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/feeds/7697358894734020599/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985798826538516682&amp;postID=7697358894734020599" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/7697358894734020599?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/7697358894734020599?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/2011/04/blue-orb-randomly-appears-by-renee.html" title="Blue Orb Randomly Appears - by Renee" /><author><name>Troyster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQjUYvzfvP8/SSafAySf20I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0uzYXoMi8ok/S220/92049773_l.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">This occurred while I was living in a house that my family had just built. That fact is what makes the occurrence seem so strange to me. One night I had a friend over for a sleepover, and like on most sleepovers we decided to stay up late. It was probably around 2 or 3 am, and we were getting sleepy watching the Discovery channel on my bed. I remember it being something about whales, which is 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/U_-QkETlz9davkl3la77aizYsgs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/U_-QkETlz9davkl3la77aizYsgs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcCQX44eCp7ImA9WhZQFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985798826538516682.post-5866380335156591412</id><published>2011-04-22T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T17:21:00.030-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-22T17:21:00.030-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quiet ghost" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aunt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="noises" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bed" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bed-ridden" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="skeptic" /><title>I Slept In My Dead Aunt's Bed and What Happened Defies All Your Beliefs - by Skeptic Richard</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/feeds/5866380335156591412/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985798826538516682&amp;postID=5866380335156591412" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/5866380335156591412?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/5866380335156591412?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/2011/04/i-slept-in-my-dead-aunts-bed-and-what.html" title="I Slept In My Dead Aunt's Bed and What Happened Defies All Your Beliefs - by Skeptic Richard" /><author><name>Troyster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQjUYvzfvP8/SSafAySf20I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0uzYXoMi8ok/S220/92049773_l.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">My aunt was very old and bed-ridden for years. She finally passed away the day before her 98th birthday, in that same bed in her house where her son (my cousin) lived with her and took good care of her.I went to visit them a couple of times a year and stayed in a tinyguest room with just a couch thing for a bed. I didn't get there forher funeral, but am here now visiting my cousin. I assumed I 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ANMCpm5QXN_ByQWJU6XBWxlsxO0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ANMCpm5QXN_ByQWJU6XBWxlsxO0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ICQ3k9fCp7ImA9WhZRFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985798826538516682.post-7736924790053935181</id><published>2011-04-10T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:26:02.764-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-10T17:26:02.764-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lake Mead" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drowned" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="voice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chair" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="staring" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aparision" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TV" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="phone" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pueblo hospital" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="refrigerator" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pnuemonia" /><title>Seeing Dead Brother and Mother - by Crystil Smith</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/feeds/7736924790053935181/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985798826538516682&amp;postID=7736924790053935181" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/7736924790053935181?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/7736924790053935181?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/2011/04/seeing-dead-brother-and-mother-by.html" title="Seeing Dead Brother and Mother - by Crystil Smith" /><author><name>Troyster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQjUYvzfvP8/SSafAySf20I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0uzYXoMi8ok/S220/92049773_l.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">When my brother Randy died in 73, who tragically drowned in Lake Mead, I have seen full aparisions of him in our house. I was only 9 when he died, he was a 6 foot slim guy who used to eat alot. He used to be seen standing by the refrigerator. My mother and I had seen him by the frig holding the door of the refrigerator open and staring at us. Never said anything to us, we were frozen til he 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/i3FbR0Xb0H-mtJBd35_KdvV8glc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/i3FbR0Xb0H-mtJBd35_KdvV8glc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQNR38_fip7ImA9WhZSFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985798826538516682.post-978833494394633789</id><published>2011-03-31T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T00:59:56.146-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-31T00:59:56.146-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="arm" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="golden arm" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="civil war" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scratches" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="steal" /><title>The Golden Arm - by Anonymous</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/feeds/978833494394633789/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985798826538516682&amp;postID=978833494394633789" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/978833494394633789?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/978833494394633789?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/2011/03/golden-arm-by-anonymous.html" title="The Golden Arm - by Anonymous" /><author><name>Troyster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQjUYvzfvP8/SSafAySf20I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0uzYXoMi8ok/S220/92049773_l.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">MY FRIEND TOLD ME THIS STORY:  Once about a hundred years ago in civil war time, a man stole a golden arm from a guy that was dead and every few mins he'd hear, "Give me my arm back." Sadly he died; the man who stole the arm died of severe scratches . The lesson is don't steal from the dead.  PUHLEASE DON'T STEAL FROM THE DEAD.  HE LEARNED THAT THE HARD WAY.
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nLwGuura7F6zMTEJ-0_P4m8ew6A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nLwGuura7F6zMTEJ-0_P4m8ew6A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MBQ3Y-eip7ImA9Wx9WF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985798826538516682.post-1860262120475546141</id><published>2011-01-22T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T23:57:32.852-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-22T23:57:32.852-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="woman" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cellular" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="angel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="car accident" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crash" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cell" /><title>The Car Accident - by Peter B</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/feeds/1860262120475546141/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985798826538516682&amp;postID=1860262120475546141" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/1860262120475546141?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985798826538516682/posts/default/1860262120475546141?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.ghostgossip.com/2011/01/car-accident-by-peter-b.html" title="The Car Accident - by Peter B" /><author><name>Troyster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQjUYvzfvP8/SSafAySf20I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0uzYXoMi8ok/S220/92049773_l.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">About 2 years back, in the midst of summer, a friend and I were walking to his house from mine. During our walk, we noticed 2 ambulances and a fire truck pass by with lights and sirens on. A runner from the opposite way advised us that there was a crash ahead, and that we should take a different route. We thought nothing of the crash and went on our way. About 2 minutes later, we noticed a woman 
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