Do ghosts exist? This is the question that both sides of the argument will defend ironically to death and as yet has neither been proved or dis-proved. Whilst I am leaning towards the side of “bullshit”, it does make me question myself when I speak with people who are so passionate about what they “saw” on the night of their encounter with the “dark side”….
The only thing that stops me believing in it, is that after all these years, nobody has ever captured anything on film that is clear enough to categorically show anything that is paranormal. it’s as if they say;
“Look theres a ghost!” “Quick, grab the potato and take a picture”
To add to my dis-belief you have these “psychics” who are clearly fake, bringing back lots of “useful” information from the “other side” as to how they died, and relaying messages to the living relative about nonsensical subjects like why they “haven’t changed their carpets” or “the number 16”. Why can’t the spirits ever actually give some useful specific information, instead of vague ambiguous nonsense?
The greatest fraud without question has to be Derek Acora who’s greatest moment of bullshit came when he apparently spoke with the spirit of Michael Jackson, for the most cringeworthy hour of Television in history. Look at this, I mean seriously?
The stories of the paranormal get even stranger when you start delving into the online forums, where you can find numerous members posting questionable pictures asking for advice as to what they have captured, or even more extreme cases where they report that they have been actually raped by a ghost, we spoke with one such member who confirmed this story of her encounter with a ghost rapist…
So tell us about the night you were raped by a ghost?
It was the Wednesday night, It was two days after Halloween and me and my husband where in bed, I remember it was a cold night. He was reading a newspaper and I was drifting off to sleep under the bedsheets beside him as I had had a busy day. I remember my husbands closing his newspaper and turning off the lights before putting his head down and saying good night at around 10.30pm.
After about 15 minutes, I remember drifting off into a deep sleep when I was awoken by cold hands of a spirit, slowly starting to remove my underwear. My husband was snoring quietly next to me, I tried to scream out but nothing came out, I was frozen in terror. As my underwear was being removed, I felt a small nibble on my ear and what felt like deep breathing that was tickling the back of my neck. I was paralysed as my underwear reached below my butt cheeks and began to clench my teeth in preparation for the penetration I was about to receive.
I cannot begin to describe how agonising the next 10 minutes were, I lay in the bed unable to move, quietly crying to myself, as I felt the ghost enter me from behind. It felt like hours had passed when as soon as it had started, it stopped. I felt violated, and fearful that it would return, so I pulled up my underwear and noticed that there was a small patch of ectoplasm on the sheets that were now slightly damp. The morning after my husband noticed that I was not all-right, but to this day I have been unable to tell him…