Hmmm, I have seen this thread floating about for awhile and I decided to hop in. First thing first, I need to stop by my mums and grab this pic of my Aunt when she was living in Berlin... its really creepy, i will get that up TODAY hopefully. As for a little contribution. Not that its really ghosts, but it was really creepy for me and they images are something I will never forget till the day I die.
When I was in second grade I was repeatedly having nightmares of my house burning down and I was burning in the fire. Every dream would go this way, so it got to the point where I would lay down for bed and force myself to start dreaming about building a bedroom out of bricks (I do this a lot to manipulate my dreams for that night, give it a foundation to run on you know) so as nights went by I finally started having nightmares of my house burning down but I was safe in my room of bricks. Then one night the dream goes on and my entire family burns up in the fire and there dead roasty toasty bodies come stumbling into my room moaning and groaning and my brother Ian is the first to get to me and as hes about to reach out and do god knows what I run for my closet to hide and then wake up. I wake up on the most memorable day of my childhood, it was 2 days till halloween and I was out in the backyard playing stickball with the other kids in our 3 family house. (an old mansion that used to be an ice farmers house, ice farmers cut ice from ponds and stores it for the town to use... off topic) I was in outfield and felt really dizzy and I turned to look at my house and it was on fire. Flames were bursting from my bedroom window and I see my brother screaming in the window! BUT WAIT, Ian's playing stick ball, hes not inside. No it was a hallucination... swear to god, i hallucinated this!
Later that night I was in the living room watching Bambi (i was in second grade!) and drawing halloween pictures. I hear the smoke alarm go off, this is common the stupid thing went off when you toasted a stinkin bagel! So I get up to check on it and the kitchen was full of smoke. I run to my bedroom and theres my brother face down on my bed crying, flames roaring from my closet. My house burned down that night. No one was hurt, but my brother explained that he was trying to get my mothers attention or the neighbors by screamind out the window. This memory still gives me the creeps! Oh and how did the fire start, Ian started it. He got angry at me and decided to light my clothes on fire, he was 4!