Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Home Alone

This happened towards the end of my sixth grade school year.

On Tuesdays coming home to an empty house wasn’t odd for me. Both my parents work the night shift so they sleep during the day, but on Tuesdays they always go out to see a movie. My oldest brother, Eric, would still be student teaching. My oldest sister, Kori, would still be at work. Jeni and Kevin would be at film club or drama club meetings. So in sixth grade, on Tuesday afternoons, I would have the entire house to myself until about five.

Being almost twelve at this point I was long past being scared of being in a house alone. I always knew what to do when I got off the bus. Cut through the grass, get my key out, unlock the door, go inside, lock the door.

It was around my birthday when this happened. I remember that because my aunt sent me an sunflower angel …

Man in the Threshold

About a year ago when I was taking a shower in my parents’ bathroom (connected with their bedroom) I saw a man. How their bathroom is set up is so that if you open the shower’s doors, you can look right in the closet. Last summer I got shampoo in my eyes, I reached out for my towel to wipe my face. I didn’t want to get the towel wet so I just leaned my head out. I looked up at the closet and an old man was standing there. Most likely in his mid-seventies. I was shocked.

I haven’t really been scared by ghosts/spirits since the time I saw Pops. When I saw that man my blood went cold. It was the first time in two years that I had ever been that scared of anything.

He looked me in the eyes. He had(has?)ice cold blue eyes that scared me. He was dressed in a suit and tie, very …

Not Who I Was Hoping For

Before I begin with my experience, I should tell you a little more about myself and the house I grew up in…

I have been afraid of the dark since I was a little girl. I always felt like there was something behind me when I was standing in the dark. Sometimes, I could close my eyes and see the hollows of someone’s eyes, not necessarily watching me, just there. Often, I would wake to the sound of something on the carpet, like footsteps. Most of these things happened to me in the house I grew up in but, sometimes,I got the feeling of being watched in other places too. I told my parents, but it worried them.

I learned to shut out those feelings, to stifle the fear that would creep up on me as I grew up. I busied myself with in school with a ton of sports and community service. Eventually, I moved out of the house …

Insomnia – The Boy In The Radio 2

Some of you may have read the story written by Taylor Weston entitled “Insomnia – The Boy In The Radio“. You may have found it hard to believe and wondered if perhaps Taylor made it up. Trust me, he did not. How do I know? I’ve also met Jayson; I’m the “friend with the newspaper” mentioned in his post. I asked him if it was all right for me to post my own experiences and he consented. Thanks Tay!

My experiences with Jayson parallel and in some cases overlap Taylor’s. The house he grew up in is indeed an old house (I had no idea it had been a hotel but it certainly is built like one) and signs of previous owners have shown up from time to time; one day his mother unearthed what had apparently been an old garbage pit in the backyard, and recently while doing some repairs, they found pages from a 1950 newspaper …

My Experiences and My Mamgu

I live in a house which was built in the 50′s or something I think, and a person had died in this house, but he wasn’t a bad person at all he was my friends great grand father, but anyway when I was 4 my mamgu (grand mother) had a stroke in this house and I watched it happen, and a few days later my mother heard me talking to someone and she asked “Gwen, who are you talking to?” but she asked me in welsh and I paused for a few seconds and said “ummm MAM!” because I used to call my grandmother mam, and my mother replied “okay, next time she talks to you tell her that your too busy playing and that you cant talk” I did so and she never spoke to me again.

A few years later when I was about 6 I think I was sitting in the back room playing the playstation when …

The Home Wrecker Indian Ouija

This is another Ouija board story but really fascinating.

I belong to an Indian family. Once attending my paternal uncle’s wedding at the country (village) side. I experienced this strange encounter with spirits. Indian villages are prone to have paranormal encounters more than the cities. But me and my cousins didn’t believe in such stuff about outer world.

So, once we were hanging out in one of the rooms of our ancestral house the day before the wedding, we were all making fun, enjoying ourselves, listening songs, missing all those gadgets (since Indian villages are very rural). We started searching for some stuff to entertain this restless younger generation who cannot think about surviving without all those modern facilities, so we took this event as a camp out in the villages.

Then we found this strange, old, Ouija board sort of thing (not exactly Ouija board, as it was in Hindi, but had the same mechanism as an Ouija board …

Unhappy Grandmother?

Please bare with me on this, I am new to the art of story writing and more than a little bit nervous about writing some of these things down…from the stories I have read, people seem to be friendly and helpful so I thought I’d give it a go!

I recently turned 23, I live in a small village in England (UK) with my boyfriend of 5 years and our daughter who recently turned 2.

Firstly I would like to say that I am not a great believer in anything, I’m not religious or especially prone to the belief in ghosts etc, but I have nothing against people who do believe and would never call anyone a liar, it’s just I have always thought of myself as someone who would believe it when I saw it…until a few years ago…

I’ve always been very interested in the paranormal, I enjoy reading ghost stories and looking up ghost photos on-line as …

Friend in a Dream

I have had a few experiences in my life so far, this experience I had was the most heart wrenching and sad.

When I first moved out of my parents house and moved to a different area for work, I lived with my boyfriend at the time, and we lived in the same yard as our one college, one big yard with our office and houses on the same yard.  Well we got along with them very well, me and the woman who lived with her husband and two small sons were actually born on the same day, just ten years later (she was older than myself). We became very good friends, and about six months later her husband died in a fatal car accident. It was the saddest day of our lives. The morning we still saw him, always joking around, he was that type of person. And she was not there she slept over at her parents house, …

Santos and Nena

I’m Mexican so, my ancestors were Mexican. Two of my ancestors were Santos and Nena. One night, I was sleeping in my room when my little sister, Madison, screamed as loud as she could. It was about 3:20 A.M. When I walked out, she said “She was there. She was there.” She said panting. “Who was there, Mad?” I asked while we sat down on the couch, I put my arm around her. “N-N-Nena.” She said, she was balling. (Just to let you know if you don’t, balling means crying really hard.) “Who’s Nena?” I said, almost crying because she crying. She was only four. She’s fifteen, now. But, she didn’t say who Nena was.

For one more week, this happened. (Summertime, no school.) I finally told my parents, who, by the way, are really heavy sleepers. So, they don’t know what happened. “For a week?” My mom said, she was really concerned. My sister screamed. She wasn’t in the …

Was it the Boogeyman?

My name is Charmaine and this is my story… When I was about 7 years old I started seeing this small creature, it was the size of a dwarf, had sharp yellowish teeth, had red eyes and it’s fingers looked like they were sharpened. At first the creature didn’t do much, it just stood on my table in front of the bed and looked at me, it scared me. I couldn’t move, I was so scared. Later it would smile at me, the evilest smile I had ever seen, later it pointed and smiled. I tried to ignore it, but it wouldn’t go away. I was so scared to go to bed at night. It would appear each night, when the lights were turned off and my parents were sleeping. They never believed me when I told them about the ‘thing’.

After a few months I ignored it and it didn’t like that, he started to scratch the under side …

Kims Ghost Story

Kim is my very best friend. She lost her mother in 1980 and her father in 1986; oddly the same years I lost my paternal grandparents. I met Kim in the fall of 1989 and she had been living alone for years already by the time I met her.

Kim comes from a large family but is younger by many years. She was always close to her mother and her sister Darlene. With her mother already gone, her relationship with Darlene grew closer. Sadly Darlene lost her battle with cancer back in 2002. I had the opportunity to meet Darlene once and you could see the closeness the sisters shared.

Kim and I both have an interest in the paranormal. Kim felt Darlene’s loss deeply; but we are both Christians and the thought of an Ouija board never came up. Instead, we both asked Darlene to show Kim a sign that she was all right on the other side.

One …

The Ghost Who Giggles

Okay so this happened a year ago, my friends and I were having a sleepover at my place, we were watching a horror movie (The Messengers) and my friend Emma kept turning over to her side. So I finally asked her what she was looking at and she told me she kept hearing some one giggling. Me and my friend Sophie started laughing at her. She started laughing too.

After the movie me and Sophie were starving! We asked Emma if she wanted anything she said no. So me and Sophie went up the stairs and into the kitchen. We made chicken wings and fries we figured Emma would want some so we made extra. We came back down and Emma was on the computer and so I asked her if she wanted some she said no again. So Sophie and I just ate our food and turned on the TV.

I was watching TV and suddenly Sophie asked me …