Real Life Ghost Stories

LaPistolaSexola

have any? Seen one? Do you believe in them?

go ahead. scare meh.

nosey_rosey

So when I was pregnant with my last baby I was lounging in the bath tub while my hubbie was rubbing my feet. We heard a crash in the living room and ran to see what it was. Our dvd's were in a huge circle in the floor all facing the same directions. Creepy but not that bad. My son started telling us that he was seeing a man without a face in his doorway. I never saw him but he liked to make sure we knew he was there. After I had my baby I was sleeping on my bed with my lil guy while the hubbie played video games. We heard another crash and came to find all of our dvd's (about 100) standing on end like dominos all over the living room. We moved haha!

ZebraHead

Hung around friends girlfriends house. The mother came home from grocery store. We all went out and carried in groceries.

Went back into living room after helping carry them in.

Mother came in to hang out with us. Door started slamming in the other room. When it stopped and we could speak we went to th kitichen all the cabinets were open and all the food stuffs were set out on the counters all around the kitchen.

P.S this house (Horse farm) the wife posioned husband and mistress and then herself. The slaves took over the 'farm'.

bbygrl5

There is a framed picture of my family on the wall that I always see the reflection of a tall man wearing a heavy coat off the glass of the frame. I've probably seen him about 20 times. It happens quick and then he disappears and I'm always trying to figure out what object in the room is playing a trick on me and making me mistake it for the image of a man and I can never figure it out. I don't know if it's real or not, but it sends chills up my spine everytime it's happened.

Contrary03

Just this past week, something odd happened that we can't explain~
It was 11:30 at nite and i hadn't been asleep long when i heard glass breaking. I listened for a minute for any other noise to see if it was one of our children, but the house was dead silent,.. i decided that i must have been dreaming, but got up anyway to check things out. I first checked the children ofcourse, and sure enough, they were all asleep. I made sure the doors were locked again, and went back to bed myself. The next morning, my hubby asks me- "hey! why didn't you clean up the glass you broke in the kitchen?!"... well, that's just freakin weird!!! There is one cabinet in our kitchen, very top shelf, ( the kids can't reach ) that i had left some very old cocktail glasses that belonged to my husband's first wife... she died of a heart attack almost 5yrs ago. We don't use them and i just hadn't gotten around to throwing them out when i moved in and had pushed all of them to the back... so it's not like one was teetering on the edge and fell. No explanation what so ever!:noway:

ZebraHead

One night my wife was standing on one side of the open bedroom door (in the room) and I on the outside of the room. We were talking about some crap.

The dood slammed hard right between us. I was stunned. She screamed and I heard a thud, I opened the door she was on the bed, something grabbed the glass from her hand and threw it at the wall all the tea was all over the wall and the glass was laying on the floor unbroken, yes it was a 'glass' glass.

Later that night we say a shadow of a man that looked like my dad in a dark window behind the curtains where there was no light shining through. Could explain that one.

Carl01

I don`t believe in ghosts as spirits of the dead.
I do believe in a supernatural of demons and angels though.

There is an old cemetery in the woods less then 300 yards away from where I sit typing this.
It dates back to the early to mid 1800s.
Going the other direction the same distance is the cellar hole of a house that once stood...my father told me his father said that passersby in the late 1800s noticed the windows covered with flies.
At some point someone investigated and found the owner dead.
They dragged out the linens to burn them and by accident (yeah right) the wind changed and the house burned.
I can still pick though the dirt and find remnants.

Have never seen anything here and have never lived anywhere else so why I don`t believe in ghosts.

chris0912

Although I've never seen anything I am a believer. Kinda strange since I'm also atheist, but who knows? Anyways... my great-grandmother was an immigrant from Yugoslavia and brought lots of her beliefs over with her. Every door and window in her house had garlic hanging over it to ward off vampires. And when my grandfather (her son-in-law) died in his home after battling cancer, she wouldn't let my grandmother (her daughter) stay in the house until she had performed an exorcism.

Shannon023

Since we've moved into this house, I catch "movements" out of the corner of my eyes here all the time. No matter the room or time of day.

Wish I could catch them cleaning. :laugh:

Thomasm198

Two stories; both relating to relatives (I'll give the short versions):

1st:
The night my uncle died, a picture of him flew off a shelf and landed about 10 to 15 feet across the room from the shelf. It didn't fall, it quite literally flew.

2nd:
Not longer after my father died I woke up one morning and could feel a weight like somebody sitting on the end of the bed. I looked but could see nobody. The cat walked into the room, froze on the spot, stared at the end of the bed where I could feel the weight. Looked at me, looked back at the end of the bed. The cat kept doing this looking back and forth. Eventually, the weight lifted from the bed and when it did the cat left the room.

pandaeye

I believe there is something just not sure what or why


When I was about 4 my mum said I was gazing out the front room window smiling. When she asked me what I was doing I said I was watching a little girl play across the road. I asked who she was and why wasn't her mummy with her. When she looked outside there was no one, she said that but I still insisted and pointed at her saying" there she is mummy, can't you see her?" Don't remember it myself.

My daughter thought she saw a ghost once. I was working and my husband was watching football downstairs. She woke up and walked down to ask daddy for a drink, got half way and heard a noise. When she looked back up the stairs there was a young girl standing on a step in a long old fashioned nightgown smiling. She ran to get daddy but she disappeared. No one else ever saw her, it was an old house, we moved since.

I do know a lot of people who have seen things they can't explain, even spoken to them only to find out later they couldn't have as they were dead. Who knows?

MiloBloom83

When i was in high school, i worked in a restaurant in the basement of an old hotel. Word was guests had died in the hotel and thier spirts roamed the halls of the "hotel", now converted to office space. One night while checking the halls for vagrants, i was walking side by side with two other co-workers, when i felt a cold blast of air pass right through me. the hair on the back of my neck stoud up, and my coworkers felt nothing. creepy!

Thomasm198

3rd thing I just remembered:

When I was about 12 I was in bed one night. I heard footsteps walking up the stairs and along the short corridor outside the bedrooms. The footsteps stopped right outside the door of my bedroom. The only thing was; I could still hear my parents and my older brother. They were still downstairs in the room underneath my bedroom. They were the only other people in the house.

(My parents house was built in the late 1700's/early 1800's. So it is pretty old and has a lot of history in it)

NanBar

I grew up in a town on the east coast of Florida- a fleet of 20 Spanish galleons wrecked there in the 1600's and pirates were common on the barrier island where we lived. Our property was haunted by several spirits we called "pirates" but it could have been Spanish sailors. I saw them several times from the ages of 12- 24. The most intense sighting was when my mother, father and a family friend who knew NOTHING of the spirits- saw a man (dressed like a pirate) walk through the wall into our kitchen through the kitchen, through the outside wall of the house and through the back yard...completely freaky. We all sat there and then got up and looked at the window and watched him walk across the backyard into the trees.

I have lived in another house that I believe had a spirit in it as well. Although it was never seen, but we knew we were sharing the space. There is something "odd" and just "off" about the property-- and bad luck falls on those who own the property. Almost every family (10) who has owned it has foreclosed on the property due to some kind of financial issues, including us. We had NO financial issues when we bought this house, we were very well off actually (no debt etc)- we laughed when someone mentioned to us about the bad luck history of the house-I LOVED the house amazing view, huge house lots of room, BIG lot. Immediately after closing weird things started to happen with my husbands business and our income...we were there 3 years and finally left. As soon as we moved out and back to our farm- our finances started to improve drastically- but NOTHING changed in the economy- and we were in the same business. Sine then 2 other people have owned the house- one foreclosed- and the house is again up for sale....and I have heard the new owners are struggling financially. (this is not a low income property-- it is a 4800 sq ft house) The place is just weird....I loved it, but I never felt like I could "breath: there.

KayakAngel

I do believe in ghosts and other spirits. Once when my son was 3 years old, I toured an antebellum mansion outside Columbia, TN (my hometown) with my mom, my husband, and my son. It's an amazing house called Rattle and Snap (no longer open for tours, unfortunately) built by the Polk family. After the tour as we were getting into the car, my mom asked my son if he had enjoyed the house. He said no, he didn't like it. My mom asked why. He said, "I didn't like the Pink Man. I didn't like how he kept trying to pull Mama's shirt." Freaky. There were no men in the house when we were there. My mom and I still talk about how we got chills when he said that. My husband does NOT believe in ghosts, but admits that our son's story that day made him think it could be possible.

BecksgotBack

I used to work at the Hotel Del Coronado in San Diego. It has a ghost. She's pretty famous...only because the hotel is. I never paid much attention and thought the entire story was bogus--just a marketing scheme that's been working for years. one night when working night shift i was alone at the front desk. the ceiling fan started spinning very slowly all on its own and i felt a chill. i thought it was one of the security guys f'n with me but nobody was around. i was awake after that. Too much coffee and not enough sleep...right? Then a few weeks later i was doing VIP room checks (making sure housekeeping actually cleaned the room before i checked somebody in) and there was a crumpled mess in the middle of the bed, like somebody had laid in the middle of the bed. i pulled the comforter and smoothed out the wrinkles and walked away. when i turned around again the wrinkles were back--i said eff it and left. that ghost was messing with me. Lots of other stuff happened there too but i just summed it up to lack of sleep, and over worked....

i_love_vinegar

I am practicing psychic and psychic mediumship, since it runs in my family. If anyone wants me to give them a free reading please email me -- who knows if I will get anything, but there is a chance I will! I would love the practice. :happy:

Cherilea

When I was about 11 yrs old, I remember waking up in the middle of the night. I looked over at my dresser and saw 3 figures there. Actually one was sitting on the dresser and the other two were standing. They were a bright white...glowing in fact. I actually tried to talk to whatever I thought was there. I remember it like it was yesterday..don't think I'll ever forget it.

bunchesonothing

This thread is awesome!

cupcakecarnivore

So, I have a couple creepy stories

Since I was young, my mom has told me that I was constantly talking to "people" and imaginary friends and she also told me that my aunt, who was basically a median told mom that what I was talking to was the deceased people's energy or aka ghosts. This continued all through my life, but it comes and goes I guess....and no I didn't talk out loud to them as I got older lol....I would just sense something weird or in the middle of the night, when I was half asleep, catch something out of the corner of my eye, or hear a whisper.....I got used to it.

When my parents moved into their new house when I was about 11, I was terrified of the basement....would not go down there at all!! Completely terrified. I kept seeing "a man standing by the crawl space", my dog at the time could sense it to. Now, of course as I got older and being a teenager, I wanted my privacy, so my parents renovated the basement and turned it into my bedroom. Like I said, earlier, when I sensed things, they would come and go. I still saw the man by the crawl space....and yes it was creepy....but he never did anything and it was honestly just like a shadow, no outline or anything, and just a presence. Whenever I saw him, it would be between 3 and 3:15 in the morning and my dog would acknowledge his presence to....because when I would wake up, my dog would be looking at the crawlspace door, where the man was. So anyways, one day my little cousin who was eight at the time was staying over...she's basically like my little sister:) So we would be sleeping down in my room and mom made me promise not to mention anything to her about the creepy "man" lol, since it would freak her out. Well....let me tell you! At 2:20 am, my cousin wakes me up freaked out and crying, said she wanted to go sleep upstairs.....you guessed it.....she saw the creepy man by the crawl space door. Another creepy thing about the story is that my cousin is the daughter of the aunt who was a median! We never did figure out who the man was or what he was doing there but dad still says he is still scared sometimes if he is doing laundry in the basement lol

Story #2

First a bit of backstory:
Before we bought our house, my hubbies parents bought it and were living in it and fixing it up. One day, hubbies mom was doing dishes and heard a "primal" scream! She ran to the patio door to see what was going on, and saw the next door neighbor on her knees screaming, looking into the open garage. Sadly, she opened the garage door to find that her 21 year old son had hung himself (apparently he had a drug history and was a really nice young man, just very depressed).


Alright, so when we first moved into our house, everything was fine for awhile and then I started sensing things....just sort of a sadness, especially when I was in the basement room, closest to the neighbors garage. Just a really heavy sad feeling, to the point, where I would be in tears sometimes. Also, one day, my dog was barking downstairs (she never goes somewhere in the house where there isn't a person lol), sort of in a playful way. I go downstairs to see what on earth she is doing, and she was in the "play" position looking at the corner of the room.....seriously creepy. Then she spins around, barks again, not even paying attention to me at all, like she is playing with some unknown presence....I stood watching her do this for about five minutes.

The real kicker though.....I had quite a few dreams about this young guy named Mathew, weird dream, where we were just walking the trails by my house and talking about life. One day, I went over to our next door neighbor's house (new people live there now as the previous tenants moved after the death of their son), since I visit with her all the time. She asked me if I knew anything about the history of the house. I asked why? completely creeped out. lol....she said that her cats REFUSE to go near the garage and a lot of weird stuff happens in there...like things will roll off shelves and she will just be scared when she goes in there. She then proceeds to tell me about these weird dreams she has been having about this young guy. At this point....I am SO creeped out, so I tell her about my dream and how his name is Mathew. And guess what? That is the same name as the guy in her dream. We have tried to find out the name of the guy next door who hung himself, but have been unable to find it. Creepy though regardless!

.......I was going to go to bed now, but Im way to creeped out !!!

katyncal

When I was about 5 years old I was haunted by a spirit that lived in our house.. I remember laying with my parents in bed and looking up in the closet and seeking a dark figure looking at me then he would smile... I would get so scared and my parents couldnt see him... my mother always kept sheets and pillow cases up there... every morning after I would see him there would be indents of where he was laying..... it got worse.. we had a very long hall way... my room was at the very end.. at night I woul get up to go to the bathroom and he would be behind me... ... needless to say we had to have our house blessed by our town pastor.... it stopped after that... but it was horrifing

newmeat30

#1) My parents have lived in the same house ever since I was in kindergarten (way back in 1986). They knew since they bought the place that the previous owner had died on the property. When we were growing up (I have two older brothers) my mom said that she would hear the cabinets opening and closing in the middle of the night. She figured it was one of us kids getting a snack and when she got up to check, no one was in the kitchen and we were all asleep.


#2) Well, when I was a teenager (same house) I would watch TV in my room before going to bed. I always watched channel 33 (fox). On several occasions I would wake up in the middle of the night and the TV would be turned on again to chanel 31 (just grey/white static). I remember one night it happened multiple times and I said out loud "will you please stop turning on the TV, I'm trying to sleep." and then the tv didn't turn on after that.

#3) One time in particular I will NEVER forget. I had been in my bed (same room, same house) and I was about to go to sleep (so of course the lights were off). I started getting a really weird/creepy feeling. It felt like I wasn't alone in my room anymore. I was really creeped out (goosebumps/hair standing up kind of feeling) so I pulled the blankets up over my head. Soon after I pulled the blankets up, something pressed down on my face and pushed the blankets down on my face (felt like a hand lightly pushing the blankets on my face). I froze! Then a couple seconds later the pressure was gone and I jumped out of bed. Nothing there (that I could see).

#4) I had gone on a ghost tour at a hotel in Eureka Springs, AK. The tour guide was explaining what happend in that portion of the hotel and also mentioned that there had been a possum found in that area as well. A few seconds after he said that I felt a very light soft touch in the middle of my palm. I just about jumped out of my skin because it was so unexpected. I was more worried about the touch coming from a possum than a ghost. (FYI, no animal movement was see/heard during that time)

#5) In the house I live in now I've heard a couple of voices that I couldn't really explain. I was on a ladder in the stairwell hanging up a curtain and right in my ear I heard a young girl say "Hi Mommy!" (my daughter was a baby at the time). And a couple of times I have heard a man talking while I've been in the shower. With the man's "voice" once I couldn't tell what he said, just mumbling that sounded male. Another time I was in the shower and I heard a man say "hey!" I seriously expected to see someone on the other side of the shower curtain.

rissadiane

My mom's one house she rented was definitely haunted by a little boy. He HATED candles and would always blow them out. He would also always pull on my sister's blinds after she would close them at night before bed.
One time, my sister had me take a picture of her and her boyfriend of the time. I lived with my dad, and after she got her film developed (back in the days of film) she called me and asked if I messed with the film at all. When I told her I didn't, she told me she had something to show me. When I went down there, she showed me the picture, and standing behind them on the bed was a boy of about 8, in blue overalls, smiling along with them. SO creepy. You could tell he wasn't actually there, he was faint, but definitely visible.

Also, this year on my grandma's birthday, I woke up out of a dead sleep at about 3 am, and I got the creepy feeling. You know, the goosebumps, hairs raised. My cat jumped on the bed and stopped and starting staring in the direction I felt the feeling coming from (if that makes any sense). I called my cat's name, petted her, tried everything to get her attention but she wouldn't snap out of it. Then, I smelled my grandma's perfume. Maybe it was psychological, but I just felt like she was in the room with me. I wasn't scared, just startled that I felt that presence again. My grandma has been gone since 2004, and I haven't felt that since the weeks just after she died.

caterpillar2Butterfly

bump

Jessamin

Eh, I don't believe in ghosts or the supernatural, period.

ZebraHead

about 35 years ago with my first wife we were laying on the couch watching TV together. We heard a sound in the kitchen (right off the living room). The sound of silverware being rattled together. Turned around to see a fork fly across the kitchen from the dish drain and land on the rug in front of the back door.

_beachgirl_

bump!

Thriceshy

I'm an atheist, but I'm open. I've had a lot of odd experiences I can't explain, and I file them under "not yet explained.". When I was 17, I was staying with my aunt and uncle in their almost 200 year old home in northeastern Pennsylvania. It was around 2am, and I had been asleep for an hour or so when I was awakened by the bed shaking. As I became more aware, the shaking became slamming, with the bed rising and crashing back down VERY rapidly. The sound of the bed banging against the hardwood was, to me, deafening. I wasn't screaming, but rather whining, my voice becoming louder and higher pitched as the banging about continued. I wound up staggering from the bed, which promptly banged down a final time-on my foot. I ran/limped downstairs, and stayed on the sofa, not sleeping for hours. The big, angry, bed-post shaped bruise on the top of my foot I likely could have written off, but my aunt and uncle chewing me out for all the middle-of-the-night banging? Not so much.

robin52077

Bump!
More! I love these!

A friend of mine had moved into an old farmhouse in the middle of nowhere and they had kept seeing what they described as a man in an old soldier's uniform standing in the kitchen.
One day they had gotten around to cleaning out some old stuff that had been left in the attic and they found the old uniform in a trunk and some pictures of the same man.

jasonweinberg

for many years i lived in an old farmhouse. i drove the moving truck and arrived before the others. the first couple of nights i was quite freaked out by the very clear sound of someone walking around upstairs when quite obviously there was no one there. i heard it on and off and eventually for the most part learned to live with it. there was one night there were about five adults with me when we heard some very loud banging and thumping from upstairs and all of us were simply to frightened to go up and explore. then the nightmares started. one night they seemed to be having a party in my dreams and i awoke paralyzed with fear (or so i thought) thought i saw one of my roommates only to have him turn his head and expose himself to me as some kind of faceless evil ghoul. of course, that is when i really woke up. another time i had similar nightmares but this time i remembered more details where i had actually invited these people to visit our house and what started as a party turned very malevolent. they were destroying my house which at some point morphed into my parent's house (the house i grew up in). i was trying to get them out of my house, cut my foot somehow and looked down and saw my cat looking particularly evil chowing down on my raw flesh. they took a helicopter with a wrecking ball to the house and as i was expelling the last of these evil spirits it ran back and went to stab me with a large knife which as he plunged it into me turned out to be a gag rubber knife which turned to the side instead of penetrating me. he laughed evilly as he danced out of the house. i awoke terrified and ran upstairs to my female roommates room. she was awake in bed and proclaimed to me "there's ghosts in the house". i dove under her covers (for whatever reason she wasn't as terrified as i was) where we watched as the walls breathed and the doors slammed open and closed. it was like something out of a movie but it was 100% real. finally it subsided and eventually we were able to fall asleep. the next morning over coffee our other roommate came down and without any prodding or mention of the topic immediately started to tell us "aliens tried to attack me in my dreams last night...but i told them they couldn't hurt me because i believed in god!" (this guy was a character to say the least...).

anyway, this story never sounds real to me when i tell it but it was as real as can be. personally, i never had an encounter with the ghosts (not even footsteps) again after that night. i wondered if maybe robert had succeeded in casting them out. however, over the years i had many roommates, and one after one they always seemed to approach me with their own stories of encountering spirits both in the house and in their dreams...

abalicious

these are all so creepy! best thread ever.