Your ghost stories

Oh yeah - it's that time of year to tell your tales. You don't have to "believe" to have odd things happen to you. The inexplicable is everywhere. What is your tale?

Mine is from yesterday. It is a little thing and in no way any evidence of the paranormal. But it was disturbing and odd all the same.

I was in the kitchen loading the dishwasher at work. I was by myself but with 100 employees that could change at any minute. I had my back to the room and heard a "whoosh" and out of the corner of my eye I saw a dark and blurry shape. I thought someone had come into the kitchen and had walked behind me. I was so convinced of this I said "hiya!". But when I looked up - there was no one there. Now this would not really bother me. Except that this odd little event had all of the tenor of a Matrix movie. Like the bad guy zooming out of the scene in digitally enhanced action. It is just not normal!

Now I am what I consider to be an open minded skeptic on the subject of ghosts and the after life. I WANT to believe. But I am far too logical to allow my desires to over shadow my good sense. I usually use this as a paranormal investigator. I have never been in a situation where a client's experiences could not be explained and proven to be normal with good old fashioned logic.

But this one little thing has me stumped. This also happens to be the second anniversary of a coworkers passing. My dear friend and coworker took his own life. He was such a presence in the office that he is missed still. As I said I WANT to believe. How comforting an after life would be!

Tell me your story!

To set the mood....My parents have a somewhat large and older house on 10 acres of land next to a river.  Most of the land is wooded and descends down to the river.  Its gorgeous, but in the summer it is full of huge spiderwebs and there is a grave from the early 1900s on their property.

About 9 years ago my sister who had just had a baby about 3 weeks before was staying with us.  One night I woke up to what sounded like doors slamming.  I didn't think much of it because my dad has really odd sleeping habits and is really clumsy(both traits I inherited).  So I just assumed it was him and went back to sleep.  In the morning, I met my dad in the hallway and he asked if I had gotten up at night and accidentally slammed the door.  I told him no and that I had assumed it was him.  When we got downstairs, my sister told us of a crazy dream she had last night.  She had gotten up that night to breast feed the baby which was easier to do in the living room off the kitchen because of a particular chair she liked.  She said she was just dozing off to sleep while the baby fed, and woke abruptly to the cupboards in the kitchen slamming shut.  From her point of view, she could see one of them and actually saw it slam shut.  She called out to see who was there, and when no one answered, she went out to see who was playing such a mean prank.  No one was there, of course.  So she had assumed it was a dream. 

It still gives me chills to tell this story!!

I have sooo many I don't even know where to begin.. let me not spook myself, I have freaking insomnia sometimes because of my 'ghost stories'

madamq, your story gave me chills... once I was staying over my girlfriends house who lived in leffrak, Queens, NY... she lived in an older style bricktownhouse...anywhoo her back yard was totally creepy, we were laying in her bed after staying up all night talking and it was dark... heard a noise right between our ears that was similiar to yours, it was soo close... I said to her "Jalila, did you hear that?" and she was like YES!!!! and we both jumped out of the bed and freaked the eff out!! needless to say, she moved and I never spent the night again...

hotfuss, got chills reading yours too! ugh, now I'm totally gonna stay up tonight great! People I'm not scared of, but 'things' ghosts and goblins um, YAA! 

I posted this in a thread last year, so I'm just going to copy and paste it here.

"Okay, I want to start of by stating that I don't actually believe in "ghosts."

So this had to be...3 or 4 Halloweens ago. Yes, Halloween...how stereotypical.
Me and my mom were driving home at night, and we were pretty close to our house. I live out in the boonies, but there are some houses. There's also this old doctor's office I used to go to. It doesn't really look like a doctor's office though, more like a house.

At the point we were driving by the doctor's office, I saw a young boy, African American, standing in the middle of the road. It appeared he was looking for something. I yelled to my mom to slow down, because I felt as if she was going to hit him. She replied with, "I know Jess, I see him."

So she slowed down, and then we both watched him run into a brick wall. Not over it...just sort of into it. We both became veryyy quiet at that point. I asked her if she saw what had happened, and she just replied with a yes.
Come to find out, that doctor's office was part of the underground railroad."

Probably the strangest experience I've had. I don't really believe in ghosts though. Maybe there's some sort of energy left over after we die.

Original Post by jblarghp:

I posted this in a thread last year, so I'm just going to copy and paste it here.

 

"Okay, I want to start of by stating that I don't actually believe in "ghosts."

So this had to be...3 or 4 Halloweens ago. Yes, Halloween...how stereotypical.
Me and my mom were driving home at night, and we were pretty close to our house. I live out in the boonies, but there are some houses. There's also this old doctor's office I used to go to. It doesn't really look like a doctor's office though, more like a house.

At the point we were driving by the doctor's office, I saw a young boy, African American, standing in the middle of the road. It appeared he was looking for something. I yelled to my mom to slow down, because I felt as if she was going to hit him. She replied with, "I know Jess, I see him."

So she slowed down, and then we both watched him run into a brick wall. Not over it...just sort of into it. We both became veryyy quiet at that point. I asked her if she saw what had happened, and she just replied with a yes.
Come to find out, that doctor's office was part of the underground railroad."

Probably the strangest experience I've had. I don't really believe in ghosts though. Maybe there's some sort of energy left over after we die.

 Wow!  I don't beleive in ghosts either - but I got chill bumps from that story.

OK, here's mine.  It's not as creepy as yours!

We moved into a trailer house the week before our wedding.  We got all of our stuff moved in, then he had to take off for some reason, so I was left alone for one night before I was to go to my parent's house.

Being a trailer house, everything is in a straight line.  The door is between the kitchen and living room, then there is a hallway down to the two bedrooms.  And it was on the outskirts of town.

I'm laying in bed, in the dark, and I hear footsteps.  Heavy ones.  And I'm wondering, how did someone get in here without me hearing the door.  Then the footsteps start moving toward me, and I wonder, what do I do?  Jump out the window in my nightshirt?  Stand and fight?  Tell him to go away?

I think I started talking like I had someone there with me.  The footsteps keep coming my way.  I'm getting reallly scared.

And then, they just disappear, as if the intruder gets to the doorway of the bedroom and vanishes.

After it happened several times, though, I realized it was just the building cooling from the heat of the day and settling.  I still couldn't sleep that night.

The day my grandmother passed away, I woke up from sleeping at the exact time she died, and I felt weird and then went back to sleep, thought nothing of it until my father called me and told me she passed, and the time she passed, I was confused for awhile about that. I also smelled her perfume randomly from time to time, she hadn't wore it for 2 years before she passed.

I don't believe in ghosts or souls for that matter, but it was odd. :)

when I came to NYC to study, I shared a one bedroom apt with a woman who seemed very nice. she told me that I can have  the bedroom and she would sleep in the living room. 

After I paid her the deposit and first month rent, we sat in her apt chatting. I don't remember what brought that subject but what she told me made me freeze.

she told me that her aunt is a witch and she is a witch too. she can connect with her family and her aunt in CA. she can feel and sense things and can connect with other souls..AND SOMETIMES SHE CAN SENSE SOMETHING IN THE APT.

I had my final exams at that time so I couldn't move out from that hell. I was very busy with my study.

One night, in the middle of the night, I heard foot steps coming towards my room. I was very scared. I turned the light on and kept listening.. again the foot steps walking around the apt and at one point was coming to my room. I opened the door and yelled " who is this?". I went to my roommate, I mean the witch, woke her up and told her that she needed to deal with whatever/whoever in the apt so I can sleep. I also told her that I am scared. she yelled at me saying "how dare you? you woke me up at 3 am? nothing is in the apt... "

the same thing happened a few times after that night. needless to say, I moved out  by the end of the month.

what an experience!

I don't really have any ghost stories right now but I'm going camping in Athens, OH in a few weeks.  It's supposed to be one of the most haunted areas in the country.  I'm so excited!

One of mine, copied and pasted from another old ghost thread, just like jblarghp's.

This happened when I was very little, around 3 years old or so.

I remember it really well, like it happened yesterday. I used to live in a 30 foot trailer in the Foothills of the Sierra Nevadas with my parents. My Dad was a gold miner back then, so we lived up there so he could mine easier. I had the main 'bedroom' area in one end of the trailer, and tehre were three small steps up to that area, and a folding acordian like door that closed it off when I wanted privacy.

It was late and I was in bed, watching my parents play cards in the kitchen, which was maybe 3 feet from the foot of the steps. I could see what cards my Dad was holding, as he had his back to me. They were playing poker, and I remember thinking my Dad was gonna win (he taught me really young haha). The windows were covered in condensation from how warm it was inside versus the cold outside, and they were all locked from the inside.

I remember feeling something cold on my back, so I rolled over, not really thinking anything of it. We didn't have any inside pets, so I should have known something wasn't right, but I wasn't freaked out until I saw him. There was a pale white boy with a blonde bowl cut and pale blue eyes lying in the bed next to me. He smiled at me, just a small baby toothed grin, and I flipped. I screamed and scrambled out of the bed, hit the floor and rolled down the stairs.

My parents of course, were up in a flash, as I was pointing and screaming at my bedroom hysterically, "THE BOY THE BOY!"

They never found anything. No sign of a boy, nothing on either side of my bed, in my closet, and the windows were still locked tight, with no handprints or streaks or anything. The doorway I rolled out of is the only exit other than the windows from that bedroom, and we were there the whole time.

I remember looking at the cards that they had hastily tossed on the table, and remembering that they were the same ones. IF I had fallen asleep, it was only for a split second.

I don't think I did though. His smile was way too real.

This didnt happen to me, but to my sister and the story always kind of freaked me out. And for the record, I do believe in spirits/ghosts.

My sister was probably about 7 years old and she shared a bunk bed with my brother who was 6 at the time. It was the middle of the night and she woke up and looked over to the corner of the room. Some sort of creature was all crouched over, something really dark and very scary. (she never described to me in full detail what the thing looked like because I think it still scares her to this day). She was really scared watching this thing in the corner and she looked over near the door and there was a guy dressed in all white, which she thought was our dad because he always wears white underwear. So she calls out "DAD!" and then looks back over in the corner and the "thing" is gone. She looks back over to where my dad was and he was gone.

The next morning she goes to my dad and says "thank you for coming in my room last night and saving me from that thing!" and he tells her he never got up in the night and he didnt know what she was talking about.

Im glad that didnt happen to me.

This actually happened to my mother.  She didn't tell me until much later in life.  It was years ago when she and my dad were having a rough time in their marriage.  She was laying in bed next to him and she said she remembered thinking how angry she was with him.  Just pure anger.  She said she looked over into the corner of their bedroom and there was this thing in black.  She said it almost looked like it was cloaked in all black with a hood.  Believing in good and evil, she told me she literally shouted to it that it was not welcome in her home.  She said it turned around and literally walked through the wall and disappeared.

For the record, I'm not sure I believe in "ghosts", but I do believe in good and evil, and being that I believe in God, I also believe in the devil.  And I don't discount that there might be good and evil things wondering around messing with us.  Some might call them ghosts.  Some might call them angels and demons, some might call them figments of our imagination.  But I'm not ready to just say that nothing could possibly exist.  Not after some of the things I've heard from people who are close to me.

I've only got one, and I'm an atheist and don't really believe in ghosts!  But nonetheless, when I lived in this one particular house (for only a year) I had a series of strange things happen to me.

1. I would often see "someone" out of the corner of my eye... just a movement or a shadow that appeared to be someone walking or standing nearby, but when I turned to look, no one would be there.  Sometimes, I would, without thinking, assume that my husband had entered the room and start talking to him.  Then, annoyed that he didn't respond, I would turn around - and he wouldn't be there.  This has never happened on a regular basis at any other time/place in my life.
2. My dog, on many occasions, would be laying on the floor, chilling out or sleeping, then she would suddenly raise her head or even jump up, and her eyes would "track" something across the room.  This really freaked me out to watch her do this, but she did not seem upset or concerned, so I guess whatever she was watching was benevolent.  :)  This, also, has never happened anywhere else we have lived.
3. Many photos taken in and around the house had tons of "orbs".  Several photos taken in the backyard have a white mist across the photo even though there was no mist.
4. I had things fall off shelves a lot.  In particular an iron.  It fell off the shelf in the laundry room a few times so I made sure to set it toward the back of the shelf.  Then one day I entered the laundry room and the iron FLEW off the shelf and landed on the floor (whereas, if it had just fallen, it would have gone straight down on top of the dryer). 
5. I once woke in the middle of the night and saw a shadow in the hallway and distinctly heard a man's voice say a name.  Freaked out, I woke my husband up.  The shadow disappeared.  Coincidentally or not, the name I heard was the same as my husband's grandfather (deceased)
6. I had one "psychic" dream while living there.... described and named people and vehicle involved in the "Washington sniper" who was on a killing spree at the time. None of it made sense, because at the time they were looking for a lone white guy in a van... but I dreamed about it being 2 black men in a Caprice classic (car) and one of their names was John Williams.   The dream was so compelling at the time that I actually sat down and typed up the dream on my computer. He was apprehended 2 days later and almost every detail in the dream was accurate.  (Coincidentally he is scheduled to be executed this November.) I have never thought of myself as psychic - don't really believe in it, and nothing like that ever happened to me before or since, but I can't explain the eerie accuracy of my dream. 
7. The last one that I can think of - this is kind of weird, but it still freaked me out.  I had a white candle in the house and suddenly it started leaking a brownish red substance all over.  Not quite but almost like blood.  I am sure it was some kind of defect or dye that was somehow within the candle (even though it was white)?  That was the last straw.  I threw out the candle and we moved within 2 weeks.

I know there is probably a reasonable explanation for some or most of these events, but the fact that they all happened at the same location around the same time was really weird to me and ranks this as one of those unexplained things in life.

Large Marge sent me.

adolphs, I can'timagine not believeing in something after that. It would drive me crazy. I doubt you will ever be able to find a reason, especially with that dream. Freaky.

I definitely think there are things that we cannot explain.  However I tend to believe that all of them have reasonable, natural explanations - we just have not figured them out yet.  Kind of like how eclipses once seemed spooky or supernatural to people, but now we know what they are and they're suddenly not scary anymore.

Original Post by dnrothx:

Large Marge sent me.

^ Heh.

That WAS scary.

I have two, I'll post two separate posts :D

Years ago, back when I lived with my mom and her (now-ex)husband, his daughter who is a year older than me and his mom, who was in her late 80's, we had a bit of a... guest, I guess you could say, living with us.
The house was an older 3 bedroom style rancher with the long hallway leading down to the bedrooms and bathroom. If you were to stand in front of the sink washing dishes and looked up into the window, you could see the reflection of the start of that hallway where it started from the living room.

Late at night, while washing dishes, I saw this person (obviously a girl, or cross-dressing ghost) in the typical long flowing white gown, that most horror stories play on, walking from the living room to the hallway. Since I was home alone, I was a bit freaked out but at the same time laughed at myself for being a chicken.

A few months later, my mom talked about seeing things in the house. About a lady in white that she could have sworn she saw go down the hallway. She thought that my sister was playing a joke on her and didn't think much of it.

My step-grandma, who only spoke Hindi (which I barely speak), and had been diagnosed with Alzheimers earlier that year, was found to be sitting in her bed talking to her chair one night. She swears I was sitting there, talking to her, in my white nightgown.

After coming home one night, to an empty house, my step-sister came into the house and turned down the hall towards the bathroom only to get a glimpse of someone going from my room to my grandma's room - while my door was closed.

For 5 years, since the day we moved in that house, I had been an insomniac and could not sleep more than an hour or two a night. This was before (and after) the stories of the "guest" started coming to light. My mom, my sister and I had never discussed seeing things until my grandma was found talking to an empty arm chair and told my sister. Then we all shared our eerily similar encounters.
Definitely pretty creepy!

Story number two : (More of a humorous one)

About 7 or 8 years ago, I had been at home with two of my friends. My parents were gone on vacation for a few weeks and left me home alone. Like I would stay in a house on my own and not abuse the chance to have friends over!

B (guy) and N (girl) came over and we were watching some "horror" movie. It was pretty bad, like the girl-goes-looking-for-boy-on-own-after-knowin g-there-is-a-murderer-on-the-loose kind, where it's just too predictable to watch. The three of us were sitting in my living room and B was dying my hair. We weren't really paying attention to the movie other than to make fun of it.
Just after B finished putting the hair dye in my hair, we settled in to actually start watching it. It was a scene where the characters started to play hide and seek. They were in an old abandoned house, or maybe it was just an old style house, I can't remember.
All I remember is the guy counting to 10, really slowing, while they showed the people hiding. As he said "six" the lights went out. In the movie and in my house! We jumped and I think at least two of us screamed. Then the lights, TV, etc came back on, just to hear "Ready or not, here I come!" in a pretending-to-be-scary-voice. And then we were left in pitch darkness again. B literally jumped in my lap, while N was scrambling to find her phone. We ended up clutching to each other, using our phones as flashlights, while heading towards the back door (we never used the front door at our house - even guests came in around the back) and outside, where to add to the freaked-out-ness, it was a full moon. We got into N's car and took off as fast as we could! The houses all around us had lights on still. I remember B was in the backseat, checking in the trunk area of the Jimmy for people waiting to jump us.
We took B home, and he was kind enough to get my a plastic bag to put over my hair so I didn't get any of the hair dye on the car seat.

It's funny now, but I was scared **** that night!

Original Post by daizymae:

Original Post by dnrothx:

Large Marge sent me.

^ Heh.

That WAS scary.

And when they pulled the body from the twisted, burning wreck it looked like this!

I actually saw a 50 foot Sta-Puft marshmallow man walking down the streets of New York City several years ago.....SCARY!!!!