Share your ghost stories...

[zydrate]

Since Halloween is nearing, I thought it would be a good time to share our personal ghost stories. So, with that said, let's start!

Rules-Yes there are rules, such is life:

1. No making fun of others' stories.
2. Be nice.
3. TRUE STORIES ONLY Please.
4. Anyone breaks any one of these rules, I will ask you to leave. Come on, it's halloween people, let's have some fun!!

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[Daydream_weaver]

Ooohh...my new favorite thread!

I do love a good ghost story...especially true ones.

I have a few tales to tell...most based around this house -

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Terrible picture, a bit grubby, but it is old and was not taken care of before it came to me. This is the house I grew up in...and yes, that is little Weaver standing on the front porch in her Sunday best. The upper window on the right was my room.

I firmly believe that a house is influenced by things that happen in it. Some houses can become evil from the evil done inside their walls. This house was not one of those. This house was merely sad at what it witnessed over the decades. It needed someone to listen, to share some of the echoes that it couldn't shake loose. When my family moved into the house it chose me.

I was seven years old when my parents bought the old house. Almost from the first night we spent there I heard things, felt things, saw things. My parents told me it was all my imagination. Houses settle and make noises, shadows can look like anything, there really wasn't anything there, but I knew differently...and I think they did too.

There were places we didn't go in the house, places my mother wanted my siblings and I to stay away from. A storage space in the kitchen that we didn't use and were to leave shut...and yet the door was always being found open. A room in the woodshed out back that light didn't filter into and even my mother rushed past. The stairs that creaked one at a time as if someone unseen climbed them and then turned went back down. And in the fifteen or sixteen years my family owned the house never ever did any of us, not even my father, go into the attic space.

My parents and the older children all learned to tune these things out, to pretend nothing was wrong with the house, but I couldn't. Maybe I was too young to protect myself, maybe I was too open...maybe I was just lucky.

Like many children I could not sleep without a nightlight. Not because I was afraid of the dark, I quite liked the dark even then. No, I was afraid of what happened when it got dark in that house. My nightlight wasn't plugged into a wall socket, the house was so old it didn't have many of those. My nightlight hung in the corner of my bedroom doorway and was plugged into an extension cord that attached to a plug in the ceiling light in the hall. My father had rigged this up for me. He was famous for his rigging jobs. My nightlights all had a tendency to burn out quickly. One night it burned out just as I was going to bed. I had put on my nightgown and climbed into bed and with a strange little popping sound the nightlight went out. I called out for my mother, she called back to just go to sleep. I cried, which made her angry, but she still did not come. It was my older sister who came to me. She was already in her teens and was the only one who seemed to care when I was afraid. She had a nightlight in her room that was never used. She had it because she liked the shape. She promised to fetch it and replace my burned out one before she went to bed. Until then she left the brighter hall light burning. Gratefully I snuggled down into my bed and fell asleep.

I have no way of knowing how long I slept. I only know that when I woke the house was quiet and the hall light was off. Just as promised, however, there was a new nightlight in the doorway. An orange fish shaped one. I was happy. That is when I noticed someone standing just outside my bedroom doorway. I couldn't quite see who, just the edge of a shape. For a moment I was sure that it was my sister and that it was her putting up the nightlight that had woken me. In the soft voice of the child I was I thanked her...but there was no response. Thinking she hadn't heard me I called out just a bit louder...and the shape moved into the doorway.

It wasn't my sister. Instead it was what seemed to be a figure, about the same size I was at the time, a child. I couldn't tell for certain though because the form was draped in a cloth and tied. There was rope around what would have been knees, another around the chest and another around the neck. Attached to the rope at the neck was a stick or bit of board. The whole apparition floated at least a foot from the floor, just hovering there in my doorway.

The room grew cold and I couldn't breathe. I opened my mouth to cry out, but no sound came. My heart was pounding a rhythm in my throat. So I did the only thing I knew to do. I dove beneath my covers!

I wriggled and squirmed and made my way to the foot of the bed...and I waited. I heard nothing, no sounds of snoring from my parents room across the hall or even the creaking of the settling house. Nothing moved. I finally realized I was no longer cold and took that as a sign. Stealthily I peeked from beneath my covers and looked toward the door. All I saw was the orange fish glowing in the doorway. Somehow I knew that whatever had been there was gone. I threw back my covers and ran for my sister's room. I knew if I could make it there the house's memories wouldn't bother me anymore that night.

My parents eventually sold the house and the new owners tore the old house down. It was the wrong thing to do. They should have burned it, cleansed the foundation and salted the earth. You see, I recently drove past the old homestead and the house is still there. It is just an echo now, a misty memory that few can perceive. I knew it would be...because it still calls to me in my dreams.

 

[Powerdog16]

True story huh... I am living in a ghost hose as it is. My dog often sits at the bottom of the stairs watching the top of the stairs... and growls and barks at something. I know that there is no person, animal, or thing upstairs. On the 4th of July, I went to those same stairs, looked up it and found a man ( or silloutte of a man ) at the top of the stairs. I did like any body would do when they see a stranger in the house.. i charged up the stairs trying to find it as it disappeared. I checked every room, every hall and closet, etc.. no one was there... though I know that I saw something...

 

[Mephistophelily]

My aunt's house is very haunted. It was once the only hotel of the little town, and had its own history... a few deaths among it.

The biggest few I can remember are the shadowman, the lady in white, and the boy and dog.

Shadowman lingers usually outside the room at the top of the stairs, now an apartment my cousin lives in. He was pushed down those stairs, snapped his neck... and tries to push you down them as well as his revenge.

Not sure how the lady in white passed, but she wanders through my aunt's current part of the house, around the bedrooms. When I was younger and stayed over with my cousins, we saw her a few times; peeking into the rooms as though checking on everyone. My aunt thinks that she was one of the owners, or one of their kids...

The little boy and his dog were more prone to show to my younger cousin. The boy wanted to play with him and would go through his closet, pushing out toys in the middle of the night. You could hear him crying. The dog would lick my cousin's face while he was trying to sleep, lay down with him. Sometimes you could hear it panting.


My in-laws place is haunted as well. A lady there, and a cat.
The lady opened the shower curtain on me. I mean, not just an accidental pushing open by the wind or something. it kept opening. Fought with me. You could also "feel" someone watching you from the doorway in one of the bedrooms. It was usually her, my hubby said. She didn't like people in that room.

The cat is a troublemaker. It will steal things, trip you, lay in your way.. just like a living cat. This one happens to vanish when you go to follow it. It got the real cat in trouble so many times....

 

[sallythescorpian]

Ooooooooooooohhh, I love Ghost Stories, and I have personal experience of a good few.

As a child, I lived in a 18th Century manor house, in which no less than 4 had committed suicide. It was seriously haunted, and none of the locals would come near the place alone, and no one at all, even in groups, after dark.

Loads of weird stuff happened there. The furniture moved. As in, you get up in the morning, and the sitting room furniture was moved all around. Not every day, but reasonably frequently. There was a bricked up room (off of my bedroom). I used to see a woman in an old fashioned dress come out of that wall and tuck me into bed. It used to terrify me.

We had dogs, and they refused to enter the study (where one of the previous owners had shot himself), and if they were in that part of the house they would howl at the door.

Stairs would sound as though someone was going up / coming down, when no one was, and often doors would bang really loud, as though slammed, but there would be no draught, or other logical explaination. The sensation of an icy hand touching you, but no one was there.

Some times there were really cold spots that passed through the house. Not like a draft, but like the sudden cold if you open the freezer. Also strange, intense smells including a particular floral perfume, which had been a favourite of the wife of a former inhabitant.

Horses would he heard stomping on the cobblestone in the stable block and coach house, although we had no horses, and theses were turned into workshops for my father's hobbies.

Every member of my immediate and extended family saw at least one ghost there, and my mother's parents refused point blank to stay in the house for more than and hour or so, and even then, only day time. Numerous people said the house was malevolent.

We had a long driveway, leading to the front of the house, and part of the main road, had originally been part of the estate. Three or four people a year reported to the police that they had knocked down a girl, with dark hair tied in a pony tail, by our front gates. There was never a trace of anyone, and the police admitted they thought it a ghost. Historical records confirmed that there was a fourteen year old boy, killed in a carraige accident at that spot, and a portrait of him showed him to have long hair, tied at the nape of his neck.


Not far from where I live now, is a house which was occupied by landed gentry. Anyway, the house which is now a school, has a staircase that sweeps upward, and then splits into two, which double back.

During a rising some two hundred years ago, the man of the house was stabbed with a bayonette. He put his hand to his side, and maneuvered his way up the stairs, trying to protect his family. Where the stairs bent, he put his bloody hand on the wall, to steady himself, and was overtaken by the attackers. He died there. The wall has been painted over dozens of times, but the bloody hand print always comes through. All sorts of chemicals, preparatory treatments, etc have been used, but within days, the hand print reappears, clear as day.

 

[motheroftears24]

I had an experience when I was younger. I was riding around with my aunt and mom one night. They stopped at a stop light in front of a cemetery. I was looking in and saw a man that was completely gray looking down at a grave. He was wearing a hooded cloak similar to a monk. I freaked out when his eyes met mine and smiled a very chilling smile at me. I ducked down into the seat. I peeked up to see that he vanished. I don't know what the story was about this guy, but he was fucking scary as hell.

 

[Powerdog16]

I will throw one more your way. I was with a friend checking out this old empty cabin in Missouri. Story had it an old man lived there by himself and eventually died in the cabin. The place when I went into it, seemed very much like someone had just gotten up and left it. Everything was as it had been the day the man died in it ( again supposedly )

So anyways, me and this friend had slipped into the place, just to check it out. 'Ghost hunting' I guess you can say. The place was not that big... 2 bedroom and each room was pretty small in itself. So as I am about to leave the place... I fell a pair of hands hit my in the back and push me towards the door.

I turned and started to tell me friend to knock it off when I see him still in the other room. Well... as you can guess I took that as a sign and split...

 

[sallythescorpian]

I went to interview this man in a cottage up the mountain, really in the arse of nowhere. He was really weird, and the second I went into the cottage I was on edge, horrible aware of the 41/2 inch heels I was wearing, and the rough ground I'd have to cover to get back to my car, if I had to make a run for it.

Any way, this was the traditioanl oldstyle Irish cottage. Front door opens into a living room / kitchen with one bedroom opening off either side, and a bathroom built on the back.

So he tells me he's been living here since he came to Ireland, sometime back, but that he friend 'did away with himself', in that room there. Pointing to the room on the left hand side. I have to inspect the place, so I check one bedroom, being used by the guy I'm meeting, and I go to go into the other room, and he gets all weird.

No, no! dont go in there, its haunted! So I think, yeah right, he probably has someone or somthing stashed in there that he doesn't want me to see, so I make straight for the room. Despite it being summertime, it was like the artic in that room, and it freaked me out in a big way - it just felt .... malevolent. I felt, what was like a icy cold breath on my neck, before, with as much dignity as I could muster, as I scramble up a ditch in my high heels, and leg it back to my car.

I dont know what it was, and certainly I was on edge to begin with, but the atmosphere was the freakiest I was ever in.

 

[zydrate]

Bumping for Halloween 2011!

Since Halloween is nearing, I thought it would be a good time to share our personal ghost stories. So, with that said, let's start!

Rules-Yes there are rules, such is life:

1. No making fun of others' stories.
2. Be nice.
3. TRUE STORIES ONLY Please.
4. Anyone breaks any one of these rules, I will ask you to leave. Come on, it's halloween people, let's have some fun!!

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[xOxCherryxOx]

When I was 15 I stayed the night with a girlfriend that lived in a haunted house. I never believed her stories about the weird happenings until that night. There were 4 of us girls watching the Exorcist and all huddled on the living room floor with the lights out and the ceiling fan and light suddenly came on, then went off, then came on again and when we flipped the switch it wouldn't go off. Her parents were out of town and no one else was there so of course we freaked. Then the light and fan went off and on and every faucet in the house came on, kitchen, bathroom sinks and tubs which had us screaming lol (so funny now thinking of how we panicked cut at the time it was insane). She turned the movie off and every thing stopped. Water went off and the ceiling fan and light went off. At that point we could finally use the switches and faucets like normal. We never tried to finish the movie. We did however, break into her parents liquor cabinet and proceed to get smashed on southern comfort and coke. Also.. never stayed the night with her again lol I don't think anyone did after that.