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http://www.mysticalblaze.com/GhostsShadow.htm

This happens to me constantly! I walk into a room or down the hallway and something or someone moves. I see them out of the corner of my eye, but when I turn on the light or move closer, they disappear. Now we know we’re not going nutz! It is THE SHADOW PEOPLE! Wish they’d hang about and say “hi mate!”

This was found on monstrous.com

Origin : first accounts dated back from Antiquity

Description: inanimate objects that move, make noise or change shape. Sometimes a particular piece of furniture will refuse to change place, even moving in front of the owner’s eyes. Other notorious haunted objects are the various means of transport ; phantom ships, ghost trains that rumble through the night on their old runs, even if the railway line has been removed.

Time : any time

Records : 100

Location : most often affects older objects that belonged to defunts and transports that had mortal accidents.

(above is the Hope Diamond - cursed! if you own or even touch it you will suffer bad luck and or death!)

Famous : the Hope Diamond; the Flying Dutchman and the french ship La Belle Rosalie; the funeral train of Abraham Lincoln that appears on a certain day of April along a stretch of track in NY state.

Theory : Some objects are said to be cursed, other would be animated by spirits. Regarded haunted houses, some claims that the former inhabitants are still attached to what belonged to them in their former life on earth. So if a human ghost is not friendly towards you, perhaps it is because you changed something in their house like the carpet in their favorite room or something else that will change and alter the things that belonged to them in life.

Regarding trains, ships and other transports, it seems that their apparition is mostly linked to past dramatic facts. Their rehearsal would happen just as residual haunting.

Veracity factor : 1/10 - can be telekinesic phenomenon or poltergeist

A year and three months ago my Granny passed away. I was really sad when she died. Even though I knew she had be in hospital, and felt so sick, I still loved her very, very, very, very, very much and hated the fact that I would never see her again. A week after she died, my parents gathered us all together for a little family meeting. Gran was not a wealthy woman, but she left each of us something special. My special something was a mechanical piggy bank. (a mechanical “Girl Skipping Rope”) Even though it was (and still is) considered an antique, my Granny had always allowed me to play with this piggy bank whenever we would visit her in Harpenden. The day I received it, I placed it on my dresser and silently promised my Gran that I would care for it always.

A few days later my mechanical “girl skipping rope” seemed to come to life. It didn’t start talking to me or anything of that sort. I haven’t gone bonkers! But, one night, around two in the morning, I heard a sound coming from my dresser. I looked over and thought I saw “the girl” jumping her rope and the sound of a penny dropping into the metal bank. I blinked my eyes a few times and finally went back to sleep. When I woke up the next morning the incident seemed too weird to be true. I decided to chalk it up to a nutty dream. (I have those all the time!)

That next night I went to bed. I swear to you I was not even thinking about Gran’s piggy bank. I fell asleep and around two in the morning I heard the sound of the metal rope twisting round again. Fear set in! My throat tightened and I started to sweat. My ears felt as though they had been stuffed with cotton. I honestly didn’t dare to even look over at my dresser. And as I heard the penny clank into the metal bank, I placed my quilt over my head and remained there, under cover, until morning.

This continued for over a week until my Mum noticed I was looking a bit tired. I confessed to her that Gran’s bank was keeping me up. My Mum laughed. She thought I was joking her. That’s when I started to cry. I don’t know why I cried. I guess I was exhausted and tired of being haunted by a mechanical bank! Who wouldn’t cry? My Mum could see I was sincere. She took my hand and we walked upstairs to my room to face the “girl skipping rope”. We examined the bank thoroughly. Nothing seemed out of place… except for the fact that when we opened the bottom of the bank, there were no pennies inside!!! I screamed and ran out of the room. Now, I realize that is not the best behavior for someone who is considering studying paranormal activity on a professional level someday, but there it is. I screamed and ran. My Mum decided the best solution would be to remove the bank from my room. I agreed and suggested we keep it downstairs in the kitchen.

That night, around two in the morning, we heard my dog, Lady, barking in the kitchen. My Dad went down to investigate. He found nothing unusual and sent us all back to bed. The next night it happened again! Around two in the morning, Lady barked and my Dad went down to investigate. Feeling somehow responsible for waking up the entire family, I stood at the top of the stairs and shouted down to Dad that I thought it was Gran’s mechanical bank again. Dad smiled and sent me back to bed.

The next day, when I arrived home from school, the bank was no longer on the kitchen counter. I asked Mum where it was and she told me Dad had taken it to storage for safe keeping. I felt horrible. I mean, I had promised Gran I would take care of it always and now it was stuffed away in storage. Mum said that I could have the bank when I have a flat of my own one day. Not sure how I feel about ever getting it back.

So, tell me, do you believe an object can be haunted? Has anything like this ever happened to you?