Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

The Bedroom Demon

During my sophomore year of high school I was hanging out with some of the guys.  It was close to Halloween time and since we were in the Halloween spirit we all began to talk back and forth about if we believed in ghosts or demons.

One of my friends spoke up and said that he had a true story about one of his family’s friends. The man he told the story about was a preacher and this preacher had a run in with a possessed man and a demon named MOD.  The story sounded sort of ridiculous. I for one at the time didn’t believe in demons, so I thought my friend was making the story up.

A few days later I asked people if they believed the story or not.  It seemed like everyone thought it was true. I told them that, “its all a bunch of crap, this stuff doesn’t happen in real life, only in movies.”  …

Green Eyes And The Little Girl

My story starts at when I was about seven years old, I am now twenty three. I will try and put everything down as best as I can remember it. Or how it was told to me. There are two ghosts that we know of in my fathers house. The first one I will talk about is who we call Ol’ Green Eyes and the second one will be the little girl.

Now thanks to my older sister Kat I don’t have a fear of things grabbing me when I step off the bed or a fear of the dark. If there was an incident and either me or Kat had to go out into the dark she would make me go. If she had a fear of monsters under the bed she would make me look. Thus I learned at an early age to bridle my fears and just do what needs to be done. Panicking could be done …

The Old Humming Woman

When I was younger, around six or seven, I was visiting my cousin, and all the adults were out. My oldest sister was babysitting us, and when it was getting late decided to just sit around in the living room and exchange scary stories we’ve experienced. When we all were getting creeped out by the stories we told we decided to change the subject.

After a while we heard a strange humming coming from the backyard. We thought it was the radio or my oldest sister who was in the other room. It started again so we sent my other cousin to go see what it was. He went out there with his gun, suspecting it was someone around the house and for safety.

He came back and said no ones out there, stop being paranoid. But I needed to use the bathroom, and I heard the humming again and louder this time. I looked up and saw this very …

Waking Nightmare

When I was a kid I always suffered from really bad nightmares.  Not the kind mind you where I’m in a scary place, nor have they been some leftover memory from a bad horror flick.  No these nightmares always involved creepy feelings of deja vu, or in the worst cases the kind where I have some sense of physical pain.  I know this because whenever I wake up from a dream like that what ever part of me that was affected still hurts (keep in mind I don’t sleepwalk).

One dream I recall I was in some sort of weird, almost earth like air substance trying to claw my way to the surface, and these strange hands kept grabbing me trying to pull me back down, that was one where when I woke up my legs felt like someone really huge just grabbed them and squeezed as hard as he could before I woke up.

When I was a kid …

One Last Message And The Shadows Wont Let Me Be

This isn’t really a scary story, although at first, it sort of creeped me out in some way, but I’ll get to that bit later on.

My grandmother died last summer on July 24th 2007.  I was alone with her at home, my mom had gone out to shop, and I was making some noodles in the kitchen.  I went into the living room to ask her if she wanted any, and I found her clutching her chest and breathing in short bursts.  She called for me to help her, so I rushed to her side, and cradled her head in my arms, I was crying uncontrollably, I didn’t know what to do (I was 15), and she passed away in my arms.  I then called 911, although it was too late, when my mother got home she found my hugging her body and sobbing.

Long story short, my mother sort of blamed me for being responsible for her death …

The Haunted Mansion

I’m now 36, this happened a long time ago I’ve never really told anyone my story except for my husband Richard, but I think its about time. All of this is true but its your opinion against mine.

I was eleven when I started to realize weird things in my aunt Lorain’s house but no-one ever believed me. My aunt’s house was old and had been built in the middle of a forest where they had a well where they tested witch chronicles. Okay, so lets get started.

I gave a smile as I walked into my aunt Lorain’s mansion, she had lived there for seven months now and she seemed to be fitting in quite nicely. I looked up at the ceiling and saw two beautiful glass lights that sparkled over the whole room, they were my fathers. My father passed when I was eight. My father and aunt were very close and he left his most centered possessions …

Haunted House In Bangor Maine

The very first thing I noticed about my old house was that it was… well, old. It looked kinda freaky, but my mom wanted the house because it had an antique kind of look. It had spiral stairs, and it looked like a dream house… but it was old, cost a lot of money, and it was always cold for some reason. The realtor said it wasn’t for sale but my mom has a way with words. She wanted it no matter what the realtor said, and so, she got it. It was pretty nice.

My room was really big and it was upstairs, the first door on the right, but I hated that the guest room was always the coldest room though because I would like to sit in there and draw while looking out the window. It had an awesome view. My mom kept on calling people to fix the thermostat, but they kept on telling her that …

Why Is Our Family So Haunted?

Let me start with the first ghost experience in the first house.  It is in Columbia IL.  My father built this house from the ground up.  Nothing was recovered as far as bones or anything of that nature when the house was built.  It took a while for the activity to start happening.

The first time I experienced it, I was downstairs (the basement was fully finished) in my bedroom and I heard a voice whisper my name.  Then it told me it had a surprise for me.  I was a little girl at the time so of course I thought it was my mom whispering through the air vents.  I ran upstairs and asked my mom what my surprise was.  She had no idea what I was talking about.

Then I began to see what I used to call the Ninja Men.  They were tall black cloaked figures that would disappear into the walls.  I saw them on several …

My Ghost Story – The Old Man In Our House

When my husband and I moved into our house, I began “seeing things” out of the corner of me eye, like a shadow moving across a wall. My husband said it was probably a reflection of a car going past or a tree blowing in the wind. I noticed our cat wouldn’t go all the way down the hallway or into the bedroom at the end of the hall.  If you picked her up and tried to carry her down the hall, she would fight to get away.

Our oldest daughter often came to visit and on one occasion asked me if I had ever seen anything strange in this house. I told her about the shadows and she said “Yes, I see them too”. One night while she was visiting, my daughter and I were watching TV and my husband had gone to bed as it was very late.  The lamp on the table between our chairs was on …

Two Ghosts And The Ouija Board

My whole life I have been quite interested by the supernatural, probably because many things used to confuse me and happen with no explanation. But what made it worse was that it was usually me and only me who witnessed it all (there are a few exceptions) and I knew it wasn’t imagination.

Sorry, this will probably be a long story, and as I’m not the best writer, it might be a bit confusing. I will try my best to tell you the true events I have encountered.

I think the most activity started in the house that I live in now, my family moved in here when I was about 11 (I’m now 17), I used to sleep in a big room with my sister, but moved into the small room at the end of the hallway. that’s when it proper started. I was in my room reading a book on my bed, facing the door. When I …

Painful Nights At Mom’s

So, here I am again, for the third time. This time to add to my experiences at my Mothers house, my previous story stated I would update if there was anymore, well, this summer has brought more events.

I go to my real mothers house every summer, and this summer was no different, well, except a new house that I was use to since my first visit on New Years. I had the room upstairs, that room where my cousin, brothers and I recorded our first ghost chat. I wasn’t big on the idea, but to be respectful, I took it and fell asleep the first night around 9:30. I woke up fine and thought the ghost was fine with all the people. But I found out I was wrong.

After that, my  back hurt from a regular bed, no padding on it. I was use to a futon bed, so, I slept downstairs in the recliner. After a while, …

My House Was Once A Hospice

My parents and I moved into our house in November 1986.  All was well until my dad died in September 1992.  The bills piled up and we ran out of money so we rented our house out and moved to my sister’s house.  The woman that moved into our house said, “This is such a beautiful home.  I work six houses down the block for a nursing home.  So I can literally walk to and from work!” We thought she was a GOD send.

Well about six months later, my mom told me to go and collect the rent.  I rang the door bell and some lady answered the door, I told her who I was and she said the woman wasn’t there.  I said, “Can I use your phone to call my mom to tell her Anna wasn’t there?”

When I walked in, I saw people walking around with hospital beds in our formal living room and dining room.  …