What are the types of apparitions?

Question

There are so many , tell me the ones you find and how you got em' :)

Ryan ~Paranormal Investigator/Researcher

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Answer 1

i only know a few so here r the ones i know:

1. doppelganger

2. something called bilocation

3. regular apparition

4. phantom

5. religious figure of some sort

sorry that i could only give you 5 of them but hopefully it helped you a little bit.

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Answer 2

It's amazing how long the list of humanoid entities is, considering there is absolutely no evidence for even the simplest of them.  Makes one start looking elsewhere for an explanation.

Answer 3

There is no such thing as ghosts.

In fact there's $1 million (US) waiting for anyone that can prove there are.

http://www.randi.org/joom/content/view/3...

Many people apply, nobody even gets to the testing stage, and the "professionals" won't go near the challenge.

Answer 4

Holy c**p. There are so many. It's hard to chunk all of them into one group like that.

Shadow Demons and Boo Men I already told you about. I know about Shadow Demons from personal experience, and a friend of mine has a bunch of Boo Men hanging out around his house.

The only other two I've had any experience with that might help out at all are the Fae, and corrupt Illusionist demons.

FAE:

For a couple of years now a certain type of Fae has plagued me. Most commonly reported in Japan, these creatures are known for their silent violence and their ability to arouse fear. They were once children, I’ve been told, but have died in horrible ways. Their souls were twisted and mutilated, but they were made to live in a child’s most loved and feared place: Dreams. They look like dead children (purplish skin with veins visible, white eyes with no pupils), something that makes most people fear and pity them. They have a need for revenge that they don’t understand, and it is taken out on whatever poor human they encounter. They feed off of fear, and hate the sound of laughter, which is a relatively good defense, but they give you no time to think.

For example, the one that attacked a close friend of mine:

In her dream, she was in a room of mirrors. In each mirror there was a depiction of her death, each one different. She approaches one, showing her wrists slashed, because she believes that is how she died in most of her past lives. The mirror shatters. A little boy looks up at her. He is very obviously dead, and has short black hair. Her wrists start bleeding, she wakes up to find her bed soaked with blood, and her wrists slit. She was rushed to the emergency room, and survived, but just barely.

This is the sort of thing that happens in Fae encounters most of the time, unless they take a liking to you. Either way, you are given no time to think, to reclaim your thoughts and strangle your fear. I do like being alive, but if they find something they like in you, you’re almost better off being dead. The first dream that I had about this Fae seemed like a simple nightmare to me. It wasn’t until I told a friend about it (the one that had been attacked) that I discovered that it was far from normal.

I am in the living room of a house, and there is a huge dollhouse in the middle of it. I know two things: 1, the dollhouse is haunted, and 2, it is made out of pasta. It didn’t look like pasta, but that didn’t matter. I knew the way you know these things in dreams. I start skipping around the house and sing the most ridiculous thing I can think of to make me feel better. Over and over again, “This pasta has no magic”. I got to the other side of the house and saw the little girl. She had long white straight hair with bangs, and was very obviously dead. She grabbed me by the arms and began to dance with me ( I had no control over myself) and began to sing the stupid little song I had made up to comfort me. After a few moments I felt something grab my arm just below the shoulder, and I was pulled backwards out of the dream into darkness. The girl looked at me sadly, like she was loosing a playmate. I awoke to a shadow demon, but that’s another story entirely.

I've had two more dreams about her since then, but I'll spare you and give you this one for now as an example. If you want the other two, e-mail me.

The dance was, I have been informed, with purpose. The intent was to claim my soul, but luckily a Shadow Demon decided to bug me. It was a close call. The thing is, she waits until I have completely stopped thinking about her, then enters my dreams again. No protection spells or precautions will help, because they apply to the human body. I’ve even tried protecting my soul, but through dreams it is easy to hack into one’s mind and prevent this. I’ve tried everything (I even laughed at her at one point, but she came back). She won’t talk to me, all she wants to do is play.

CORRUPT ILLUSIONIST DEMONS:

These creatures are... well... insane. There is no one reason why they become the way there are, but apparently it has been happening more and more as of late. They have their own realms. The stronger ones have larger realms. They get into your mind, find out what you are most afraid of (and believe me, everyone is afraid of something, whether they know it or not), then they take you into their realm and drive you to insanity and suicide. If they can't get into your mind, they shepherd you to your death. I was attacked by one recently.

I was out on a walk alone on a wide dirt road, on my way home, on a stormy night. There are hardly any streetlights where I live. As I walked up a hill, I kept hearing these squeals coming from the bushes behind me. It was the sound a bus makes when it stops, only higher pitched. I kept looking behind me, trying to see what it was, but there was nothing. I got to a fork in the road, looked behind me again, and there was a pack of wolves behind me. Ghostly-looking wolves. They were all mutilated in various ways, one of them was hobbling along on three legs, one had half its face missing, and so on. There were about twenty, which at the time I though was a h**l of a lot of wolves. I looked ahead, and on one of the roads ahead of me (The one that leads to a dead end) there were more. Fifteen at least. I kept going towards my house. When I got to a street light, I turned around again. The wolves were going around the light. Up ahead, There were more wolves waiting. Fifty or more. They made a neat little circle around me, and though part of me was fidgety, something told me to keep going. So I kept walking... and walking... and a thought crossed my mind: Shouldn't I have passed my house by now? As if in answer, lightning struck. Now, I live on tumbleweed circle. It makes a circle. There is always a curve in the road. When the lightning struck, there was no turn. It was a straight dirt road, nothing on either side. I turned around, and screamed when I found that behind me there was the same. The houses, the street lights, everything was gone. Something told me to keep going. Panicking slightly, I obeyed (stupid of me). After an hour or so, I reached another road, that made a "T" across. Another flash of lightning revealed a path with daises on either side. I started to walk on it, then stopped, and turned. There were hundreds of thousands of mutilated wolves behind me. I started to go back, driven by my own instinct. It was really ******* hard though, my feet were heavy, and the wind was blowing against me. Something on the wind was yelling at me to turn around, but I told myself not to listen to it. I got back on the road, and started walking the way I came. And then I fell. My hands got scraped up, and my knees were made sore. This was followed by an unimaginable pain in my back as ALL of the wolves were absorbed into me. When all that horribleness was done, I walked back to my house, and everything seemed relatively normal. Later on I was informed that I had been attacked by an insane illusionist demon who had enslaved the spirits of wolves, mutilating them and torturing them as payment for his "generosity" They were now bound to me. Now, at night I can hear them, and see them in the bushes. They look normal, despite the fact that I can see thro them. A few days after, in the daylight, I led myself to where I had actually been when I turned around. A yard from where I stopped, there was a sheer drop into the riverbed.

Pleasant, no?

A friend of mine worked in an insane asylum for a few years until this happened:

Scar (as he called himself) was deathly afraid of clowns. One day, Scar started seeing clowns. He savagely attacked whatever seemed like a clown to him, which at one point included his dog and his older brother. He killed the dog, and they were able to save the brother, but it was apparent that something was wrong with Scar, so the nice young men in the clean white coats took him away. Scar got out of his straightjacket, tied one end around his neck, bent backwards and tied the other end around his feet, and strangled himself to death. Apparently, the muscles were still pushing out for several hours, even after he was dead. My friend found him, which is why he quit.

As for most ghosts and the like, I can't see them, so I don't know.