<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719704167706862339</id><updated>2011-10-28T07:57:25.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippine Ghost Stories</title><subtitle type='html'>See to believe</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719704167706862339.post-8389053874616289241</id><published>2008-01-10T15:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T15:54:29.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The old clinic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Console;"&gt;by:anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Console;"&gt;my friends were in the clinic it was new so I planned to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Console;"&gt;tell aghost story Ilistened what my friend was saying she told me that the classroom was an old clinic as she continued someone died there Iasked who is it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida console, sans-serif;"&gt; she told me a grade 5 girl was ill my friend said she was still haunting I don`t really want to find out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Console;"&gt;The picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Console;"&gt;I was in the classroom I asked my friend to tell ghost stories,She said Her mommy was taking a picture all of her friends,when taking a picture a girl appeared!,her face is covering her face with blood!,that is why my friend don`t want to see that picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5719704167706862339-8389053874616289241?l=philghoststories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/feeds/8389053874616289241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719704167706862339&amp;postID=8389053874616289241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/8389053874616289241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/8389053874616289241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/2008/01/old-clinic.html' title='The old clinic'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719704167706862339.post-3181505350040276658</id><published>2008-01-10T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:26:49.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>headless ghost!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/R4av-iBTs0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/rGOdKxQK4H8/s1600-h/DSC00494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/R4av-iBTs0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/rGOdKxQK4H8/s320/DSC00494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154000312391152450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/R4avxiBTszI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Ram-U4e92b0/s1600-h/DSC00493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/R4avxiBTszI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Ram-U4e92b0/s320/DSC00493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154000089052853042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/R4avjCBTsyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/S3jCKUyR4No/s1600-h/DSC00492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/R4avjCBTsyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/S3jCKUyR4No/s320/DSC00492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153999839944749858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/R4avFyBTsxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Qru2w_hzFUQ/s1600-h/DSC00491%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/R4avFyBTsxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Qru2w_hzFUQ/s320/DSC00491%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153999337433576210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this incident happened last nov. 2, 2007. we were daring each other to see who can last in the eerie vacant lot just meters away from our house. we made a little hang-out in that place before but we never dared stay  there during the night. we took some photos that night using my camera phone. we alternately took photos but when jojo took the last photo, he swore that he saw no one on the background until the image was saved. we were horrified when we saw the headless ghost in the photo so we ran as fast as we can away from that place. we were tankful that the ghost did not pose candid on the photo.&lt;p&gt;location: p. laygo st., sabang, lipa city&lt;br /&gt;on the pics: ardee de la rosa, algin de la rosa, ryan de la rosa, jayson peña, jojo virrey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5719704167706862339-3181505350040276658?l=philghoststories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/feeds/3181505350040276658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719704167706862339&amp;postID=3181505350040276658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/3181505350040276658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/3181505350040276658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/2008/01/headless-ghost.html' title='headless ghost!'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/R4av-iBTs0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/rGOdKxQK4H8/s72-c/DSC00494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719704167706862339.post-5781429157323302494</id><published>2008-01-10T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:26:49.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MARY JANE NANO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/R4auIyBTsvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/qufZ1iLgOpk/s1600-h/iris2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/R4auIyBTsvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/qufZ1iLgOpk/s320/iris2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153998289461555954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken at our house in Lower Bicutan, Taguig City. My mom is there, taking care of my 2 months old baby, Iris. Im the one who had taken the picture. As you can see, there is a red image, toungue-like or is it rib-like image going up. I am not an expert when it comes to photography but Ive seen some pics like this on the EXPOSED. They've said, it is an entity. That time, my daughter got sick every week. Some say, this is just ordinary in a photo because of some bad exposure, too much light and etc. I had also encountered a woman in black dress inside my room, Ive seen her also in my office cubicle, she appeared to me beside my pc monitor, but when i look at her straight, the woman had no face! I cried from fright! I ran to the nearest cubicle screaming!!  Almost every night then, I had nightmares of her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5719704167706862339-5781429157323302494?l=philghoststories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/feeds/5781429157323302494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719704167706862339&amp;postID=5781429157323302494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/5781429157323302494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/5781429157323302494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/2008/01/mary-jane-nano.html' title='MARY JANE NANO'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/R4auIyBTsvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/qufZ1iLgOpk/s72-c/iris2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719704167706862339.post-8011332065635932279</id><published>2007-10-14T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:26:49.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-human being</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIKT9RB4zI/AAAAAAAAAEA/IaGqx59HnDE/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121167064253457202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIKT9RB4zI/AAAAAAAAAEA/IaGqx59HnDE/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIKNtRB4yI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9eG78xBY0Qs/s1600-h/6a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121166956879274786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIKNtRB4yI/AAAAAAAAAD4/9eG78xBY0Qs/s320/6a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'm from Concepción and have been working in Santiago for little over a a year. On May 10 this year I decided to take some photos at Parque Forestal, taking some 10 shots which I downloaded to my PC the following day. I thought it would be interesting to photograph a group of Carabineros (state police) on horseback patrolling the sector. The photo was taken at 17:40 hrs approximately from the corner of JM de la Barra and Av. Cardenal José María Caro, in front of bellas Bellas Artes and looking east. It was a cloudy day and the sun was hidden, for which reason my digital camera ( Kodak DX6490) adjusted to low speed (1/10 seg.). This is the reason why the photo shows motion (those knowledegable about photography will know the reason why)Furthermore, the Carabineros were som 20 meters distant, and I employed the camera's optical zoom (10x) which added to the blurred result. The fact is that I am very impressed by this image. I attest to the fact that it is not a fraud nor anything similar. For this reason I have made it public and I contacted the staff of CIFAE Chile. I would like to know the true nature of the image that appears in it and if anyone has ever caught anything similar in a photo. Nothing more. Germán Pereira A. Ing. Civil Mecánico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5719704167706862339-8011332065635932279?l=philghoststories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/feeds/8011332065635932279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719704167706862339&amp;postID=8011332065635932279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/8011332065635932279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/8011332065635932279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/2007/10/non-human-being.html' title='Non-human being'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIKT9RB4zI/AAAAAAAAAEA/IaGqx59HnDE/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719704167706862339.post-3612682773033412467</id><published>2007-10-14T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:26:49.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Crash Ghost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIIadRB4xI/AAAAAAAAADw/gjad_qXiH0k/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121164976899351314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIIadRB4xI/AAAAAAAAADw/gjad_qXiH0k/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIIU9RB4wI/AAAAAAAAADo/c3y76wCyW9c/s1600-h/5a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121164882410070786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIIU9RB4wI/AAAAAAAAADo/c3y76wCyW9c/s320/5a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of a newspaper clipping.  The head-on collision killed a young mother of 3 boys.  The accident happened approximately 8 years ago, I'm sorry I don't remember the exact date.  I do remember several people talking about a "face" in the front end of the car the woman had been in but I didn't remember seeing it.  I was at my mother's house yesterday and she was looking through old pictures and among them was this newspaper clipping.  I picked it up and was about to ask her why she had saved it when the face just jumped out at me.  My mother had stated she had cut the article and just put it away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5719704167706862339-3612682773033412467?l=philghoststories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/feeds/3612682773033412467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719704167706862339&amp;postID=3612682773033412467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/3612682773033412467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/3612682773033412467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/2007/10/car-crash-ghost.html' title='Car Crash Ghost'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIIadRB4xI/AAAAAAAAADw/gjad_qXiH0k/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719704167706862339.post-7446742512909786486</id><published>2007-10-14T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:26:49.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIFXdRB4sI/AAAAAAAAADI/FbU9W1k29RQ/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121161626824860354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIFXdRB4sI/AAAAAAAAADI/FbU9W1k29RQ/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIFRtRB4rI/AAAAAAAAADA/39yykX3xhhM/s1600-h/4a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121161528040612530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIFRtRB4rI/AAAAAAAAADA/39yykX3xhhM/s320/4a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey my name is Lauren, I took these photo's two nights ago with my 1 year old son, just 4 a laugh 4 a couple of photo's 2 show his father when he got home basically 2 show him what we stoop 2 when he's not here (out of boredom) and when I was showing him we both looked to out horror of a face in the back of our photo's. There was only me and my son in this house at the time we share with my parents who are on holiday in Spain for three weeks. Really freaky I've taken to go stay with my boyfriends mother while he's at work!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5719704167706862339-7446742512909786486?l=philghoststories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/feeds/7446742512909786486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719704167706862339&amp;postID=7446742512909786486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/7446742512909786486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/7446742512909786486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/2007/10/fake-or-not.html' title='Fake or not?'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIFXdRB4sI/AAAAAAAAADI/FbU9W1k29RQ/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719704167706862339.post-2193406935126822953</id><published>2007-10-14T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:26:50.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby saw it- The Ghost..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIErdRB4pI/AAAAAAAAACw/dPcBG9feVgs/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121160870910616210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIErdRB4pI/AAAAAAAAACw/dPcBG9feVgs/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIEbdRB4oI/AAAAAAAAACo/CtmLhENp2XM/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIEWdRB4nI/AAAAAAAAACg/bvhPHvTqWWQ/s1600-h/3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121160510133363314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIEWdRB4nI/AAAAAAAAACg/bvhPHvTqWWQ/s320/3a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My name is Abbe Vance-Appel and I reside in Cornwall, Ontario. I sent some photos yesterday but have since taken some more. The first one was taken on March 31st, 207, and you will notice something of interest in the window behind my daughter and myself. This is our backyard and that is our neighbor's window. My husband took the photo and a friend commented on it two days ago. I sent my husband out last night and he took several photos of the same window, and in one you can see a face again, this time peering out around the blinds. I'm not sure what to make of it. I'm also attaching an orb photo taken at 2:30AM this morning in our apartment. I have several but I know you don't usually accept them. I will send both the originals and the ones we edited to see it more clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5719704167706862339-2193406935126822953?l=philghoststories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/feeds/2193406935126822953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719704167706862339&amp;postID=2193406935126822953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/2193406935126822953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/2193406935126822953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/2007/10/baby-saw-it-ghost.html' title='Baby saw it- The Ghost..'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIErdRB4pI/AAAAAAAAACw/dPcBG9feVgs/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719704167706862339.post-8173521451707904518</id><published>2007-10-14T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:26:50.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christ Image</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIDqNRB4mI/AAAAAAAAACY/0AxZ6bk42p8/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121159749924151906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIDqNRB4mI/AAAAAAAAACY/0AxZ6bk42p8/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THIS IMAGE OF CHRIST IS A TRULY A BEAUTIFUL AND MYSTERIOUS WORK OF ART.    WHAT MAKES IT A MYSTERY YOU MAY ASK?    WELL THE ARTIST AS WELL AS THE FORM OF ART USED TO CREATE THIS WONDER IS UNKNOWN??    WE HAVE HAD IT EXAMINED BY A FEW ART APPRAISERS/SPECIALISTS  AS WELL AS THE CURATOR OF THE CROCKER ART MUSEUM  WHO WERE ALL SPEECHLESS WHEN IT CAME TO THE FORM OF ART USED OR THE VALUE. ONE EXPERT TOLD ME AND SEVERAL OTHERS CONCURRED THAT IF THE IMAGE WERE DRAWN OR BURNED ON THE WOOD EVERY GRAIN ON THE WOOD WOULD HAVE HAD TO BEEN DRAWN AND THE GRAIN GOES ALL THE WAY THROUGH THE WOOD AND THEREFORE SO DOES THE IMAGE. THERE WERE ORIGINALLY THREE IDENTICAL PIECES ONE OF WHICH WAS DONATED TO THE CROCKER IN MY AUNTS NAME UPON HER DEATH 40 YEARS AGO AND HAS BEEN IN SEVERAL MESSIANIC  DISPLAYS THERE SINCE.  THE FINAL EXPERT OPINION WAS THAT IT IS ESSENTIALLY PRICELESS.  SO YOUR BIDS HERE WILL DEFINE ITS PRICE BUT DON'T BID AS YET YOU HAVEN'T HEARD THE STORY BEHIND ITS DISCOVERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5719704167706862339-8173521451707904518?l=philghoststories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/feeds/8173521451707904518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719704167706862339&amp;postID=8173521451707904518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/8173521451707904518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/8173521451707904518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/2007/10/christ-image.html' title='Christ Image'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIDqNRB4mI/AAAAAAAAACY/0AxZ6bk42p8/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719704167706862339.post-6357105238170166713</id><published>2007-10-14T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:26:50.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning House FACE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIC8tRB4kI/AAAAAAAAACE/x9i_VmQrGaM/s1600-h/1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121158968240104002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIC8tRB4kI/AAAAAAAAACE/x9i_VmQrGaM/s320/1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIC19RB4jI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CE7oSX7Q5R0/s1600-h/1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121158852275986994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIC19RB4jI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CE7oSX7Q5R0/s320/1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Ryan and I live in Connecticut.  I don't really have the time or patience to tell you the whole story about this picture, but I will give you the short version.  This picture was taken on 6/6/06 at around 1am.  The picture is of my grandfathers house burning down.  It was one of the saddest moments of my life.  He had lived in the house for at least 65 years.  Before that my great aunt and her mother lived there.  The house was originally the Middlefield post office and general store.  The house is at least 165 years old that we know.  My grandfather is deaf and kind of out of it most of the time, so he never really had any experiences to talk about in that house.  A few years before the fire, my cousin moved into the house with her 4 year old son.  Many strange things happened upstairs in the house every night.  Everyone in my family that spent time in that house has stories including myself.  We would constantly hear footsteps in the upstairs hallway a few times a night.  You would see human like shapes out of the corner of your eyes.  I can't even begin to tell you about all the experience that my cousin and her son had.  I never believed in ghosts before I spent a night in this house..... On June 6th the boiler exploded in the basement and immediately set the house on fire.  I arrived a little after 1am and this was the first picture I took.  Two days later I was looking at the picture and notice a face just above the right side of the roof line.  It appears to be the face and top of a bald man's head.  If you look at the little yellow hotspot its just to the right of that.  Many people have seen this photo and not one person can say that its anything but a face.  This picture was not altered in any way.  If you have any answers for me I would greatly appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5719704167706862339-6357105238170166713?l=philghoststories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/feeds/6357105238170166713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719704167706862339&amp;postID=6357105238170166713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/6357105238170166713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/6357105238170166713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/2007/10/burning-house-face.html' title='Burning House FACE!!!'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIC8tRB4kI/AAAAAAAAACE/x9i_VmQrGaM/s72-c/1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719704167706862339.post-7793140669522469282</id><published>2007-10-14T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:26:50.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face in the Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxICH9RB4iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pfuizs1-hUk/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121158062002004514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxICH9RB4iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pfuizs1-hUk/s320/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a picture I took in my room one night, I had just purchased a digital camera and I was just messing around taking pictures randomly when I took one over my head in front of the mirror and this is what came out. The room where this picture was taken use to be the back porch and the the mirror is actually hanging in front of what used to be a  window from one of the rooms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5719704167706862339-7793140669522469282?l=philghoststories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/feeds/7793140669522469282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719704167706862339&amp;postID=7793140669522469282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/7793140669522469282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/7793140669522469282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/2007/10/face-in-mirror.html' title='Face in the Mirror'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxICH9RB4iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pfuizs1-hUk/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719704167706862339.post-5766028442536030461</id><published>2007-10-14T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:26:51.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peeping in the Cemetery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIB1dRB4hI/AAAAAAAAABs/PKcM8mU-4xk/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121157744174424594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIB1dRB4hI/AAAAAAAAABs/PKcM8mU-4xk/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIBv9RB4gI/AAAAAAAAABk/m33gJY1APEc/s1600-h/9a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121157649685144066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIBv9RB4gI/AAAAAAAAABk/m33gJY1APEc/s320/9a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This photo was shared with me from a friends family with permission to post on your site. As you can see, the photo displays an apparition. It has been a truly amazing discovery for my friends family. The ghostly figure is believed to be of the Brown family that is buried in that spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5719704167706862339-5766028442536030461?l=philghoststories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/feeds/5766028442536030461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719704167706862339&amp;postID=5766028442536030461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/5766028442536030461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/5766028442536030461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/2007/10/peeping-in-cemetery.html' title='Peeping in the Cemetery'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIB1dRB4hI/AAAAAAAAABs/PKcM8mU-4xk/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719704167706862339.post-5147310746455603747</id><published>2007-10-14T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:26:51.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Figure in the graveyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIAgNRB4fI/AAAAAAAAABc/aFdIUz7fbMs/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121156279590576626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIAgNRB4fI/AAAAAAAAABc/aFdIUz7fbMs/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIAXNRB4eI/AAAAAAAAABU/n4utYXxIdhI/s1600-h/8a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121156124971753954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIAXNRB4eI/AAAAAAAAABU/n4utYXxIdhI/s320/8a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken a couple of years ago look at the black hooded image, no one was seen wearing this kind of clothing, yet last month in the Evening Herald another picture of the same place Glendalough was taken and there it was again, the explanation was the a muslin woman in a traditional burka was visiting the old graveyard!! I prefer my explanation "There is no explanation" it is just spooky. I will forward the newspaper picture and look for yourself see what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5719704167706862339-5147310746455603747?l=philghoststories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/feeds/5147310746455603747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719704167706862339&amp;postID=5147310746455603747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/5147310746455603747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/5147310746455603747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/2007/10/figure-in-graveyard.html' title='Figure in the graveyard'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxIAgNRB4fI/AAAAAAAAABc/aFdIUz7fbMs/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719704167706862339.post-8239881793838416914</id><published>2007-10-14T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:26:51.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxH_wtRB4dI/AAAAAAAAABM/hGVJbfpRHz0/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121155463546790354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxH_wtRB4dI/AAAAAAAAABM/hGVJbfpRHz0/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were getting ready for our Halloween party. We put up black plastic on the walls. When we looked at the picture later we noticed the face in the plastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5719704167706862339-8239881793838416914?l=philghoststories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/feeds/8239881793838416914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719704167706862339&amp;postID=8239881793838416914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/8239881793838416914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/8239881793838416914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/2007/10/face.html' title='Face?'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxH_wtRB4dI/AAAAAAAAABM/hGVJbfpRHz0/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719704167706862339.post-8150952595385455643</id><published>2007-10-14T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:26:51.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Being</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxH_UtRB4bI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fagubJ5Ny6c/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121154982510453170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxH_UtRB4bI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fagubJ5Ny6c/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is not a ghost but rather a higher holy spirit which identify by my grand master. I am his student who studies Buddhism. The picture is taken from Italy Rome’s Saint Paul Church?  I don’t know the exact name. Based on my grand master (which is the one in the photo) told me, the holy spirit is Saint Paul. I am not capable to translate every bit of detail about this but if other people feel interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5719704167706862339-8150952595385455643?l=philghoststories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/feeds/8150952595385455643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719704167706862339&amp;postID=8150952595385455643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/8150952595385455643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/8150952595385455643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/2007/10/holy-being.html' title='Holy Being'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxH_UtRB4bI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fagubJ5Ny6c/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719704167706862339.post-2596124676657401814</id><published>2007-10-14T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:26:52.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guy with White Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxH-wtRB4aI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dcMlZxLaiVE/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121154364035162530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxH-wtRB4aI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dcMlZxLaiVE/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi, My name is dionne and I have a creepy picture for you to look at. The photo is of my cousins friends. They were visiting a haunted graveyard and this image of a strange being with white eyes showed up in the picture. Everyone of course freaked when this image displayed! Is there any chance this being could follow them home? It looks especially interested in the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5719704167706862339-2596124676657401814?l=philghoststories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/feeds/2596124676657401814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719704167706862339&amp;postID=2596124676657401814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/2596124676657401814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/2596124676657401814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/2007/10/guy-with-white-eyes.html' title='Guy with White Eyes'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxH-wtRB4aI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dcMlZxLaiVE/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719704167706862339.post-6973719124732274981</id><published>2007-10-14T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:26:52.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Police Cam Ghost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxH-XtRB4ZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nHgQvZ7Jfd4/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121153934538432914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxH-XtRB4ZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nHgQvZ7Jfd4/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The picture was submitted without any comments other than the ones within the photo. You can see the full-size picture and read the comments within it at: Secretcrypt.com. Apparently the police camera snapped this picture after pulling over a car for speeding. They said there was no one in front of the camera. Taken in Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5719704167706862339-6973719124732274981?l=philghoststories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/feeds/6973719124732274981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719704167706862339&amp;postID=6973719124732274981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/6973719124732274981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/6973719124732274981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/2007/10/police-cam-ghost.html' title='Police Cam Ghost'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxH-XtRB4ZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nHgQvZ7Jfd4/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719704167706862339.post-2182433655514239041</id><published>2007-10-14T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:26:52.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Ghost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxH92dRB4YI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dz6PTxui6Y0/s1600-h/3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121153363307782530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxH92dRB4YI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dz6PTxui6Y0/s320/3a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxH9t9RB4XI/AAAAAAAAAAc/acW75QmqeNk/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121153217278894450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxH9t9RB4XI/AAAAAAAAAAc/acW75QmqeNk/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mate posted this photo on her webpage because it shows her younger brother on mothers day. But when I looked at it I could clearly see a face in the door window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5719704167706862339-2182433655514239041?l=philghoststories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/feeds/2182433655514239041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719704167706862339&amp;postID=2182433655514239041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/2182433655514239041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/2182433655514239041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/2007/10/mothers-day-ghost.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Ghost'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxH92dRB4YI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dz6PTxui6Y0/s72-c/3a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719704167706862339.post-6178234091510182302</id><published>2007-10-14T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:26:52.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxH9KdRB4WI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Pp_HcLb4gsw/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121152607393538402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxH9KdRB4WI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Pp_HcLb4gsw/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is not a ghost picture, It's a powerful angel photo, taken with a digital camera in Rockford Michigan. This person was to have surgery the next day, as the picture was  taken, prayers were being said for a fast recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5719704167706862339-6178234091510182302?l=philghoststories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/feeds/6178234091510182302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719704167706862339&amp;postID=6178234091510182302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/6178234091510182302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/6178234091510182302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/2007/10/angel.html' title='Angel?'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxH9KdRB4WI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Pp_HcLb4gsw/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719704167706862339.post-8117024212610996214</id><published>2007-10-14T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:26:52.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face Looking In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxH7WdRB4VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rawZVoFct3A/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121150614528713042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxH7WdRB4VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rawZVoFct3A/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just wondering if you could tell me if this is a ghost just above my head bearing to the side. it was taken in the gorse pub on Chester road Stratford Manchester whilst having a drink for my friends 40th birthday I was wondering if it could be my daughter that died at birth or another member of my family or maybe the ghost of the gorse id love to know what you think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5719704167706862339-8117024212610996214?l=philghoststories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/feeds/8117024212610996214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719704167706862339&amp;postID=8117024212610996214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/8117024212610996214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719704167706862339/posts/default/8117024212610996214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philghoststories.blogspot.com/2007/10/face-looking-in.html' title='Face Looking In'/><author><name>Admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c-olpdMPXUM/RxH7WdRB4VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rawZVoFct3A/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
