Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

The Man Down the Hall

I’ve been haunted all my life. I wish I knew the reasons. I’m going to share my stories and I’m going to start with this one.

This happened pretty recently, I live in a big one floor house that used to be a bed and breakfast, I’ve been living here one week now. Everything inside of it was made from the 70′s. The house had this very long hallway and at one end was my bedroom and the other end a door leading to a small part of the house that had a bedroom and a bathroom (the door was always closed and we never used that part of the house and the whole house had small sections to it because of the bed and breakfast factor). The whole time I have been here that door has been giving me a bad vibe, every time I get a bad vibe something always happens to me (known because of past experiences), …

Alone with Demons

Although I have always been a skeptic of religion there is no other way I can think to describe these following events other then demonic experiences. Although what you are about to hear sounds like something out of Hollywood I assure you these are all true events. Whenever I have tried to tell anyone about these things I am faced with skepticism and accusations of being crazy. I believe throughout my life I have been tormented by demons. Even as I write this I am still a target. Each of these events has happened about three years apart and if I’m correct yet other event will happen in about two years.

On to the story now, it begins when I was about nine, I had been living in my new house for about a year, there was always something off about the place but I never really put much thought into it. One night I had fallen asleep in a …

The Rabbit and the Duck

I don’t know whether this can be classed as a ghost story or not, but I think it’s very much tied up with the supernatural either way and something I’ve never written down before.

In the road I used to live in, there was only one other girl I could play with named Chloe who was four years younger than me. When I was twelve, I was starting to want to be with people my own age after school, but I continued to go round her house some nights.

One night she was eager for me to see her baby brother, Lewis, in his new room which was decorated in the theme of rabbits. Hanging above his cot was a flat, oval plaque made of woven basket-straw. In the centre, in darker tones was a little sitting rabbit with a tiny black bead for an eye. She followed my gaze then climbed onto the cot and snatched it from the …

Possible Paranormal or a Prank?

Let me start this by saying that I was up until this point completely skeptical of anything related to this. However, I was working security night shift recently, with another guy. We saw what seemed to be something standing in door of the chalets (kinda like a VIP box) anyways I wasn’t convinced. So I suggested that we go and check this out.

When we get to the door where “it” was standing and open it there is a noticeable chill. Also in the floor there is what looks like human spit right behind the door. I shine a light in the glass door, and we see what looks like a face. I thought this was weird but I wasn’t scared.

We decided to go to an alumni tent, that was probably fifty yards away from the VIP boxes. When we entered there is again a noticeable chill in the room. My co-workers battery went from full bars to dying. …

No Ghosts in Apartment 208

As you probably already guessed, I live in an apartment. Yes, apartment number 208. I’ve never believed in ghosts. This isn’t a stupid story about some Victorian fashIned ghost woman or a lost soldier’s soul or some made up stuff like half the 12 year olds on this site make up, so don’t assume anything.

Anyway, I moved into this tiny apartment with my brother and parents about 8 years ago. I’m not sure how many years I’d lived there when this happened, but around the middle of the night (as spooky things usually happen) my room floor started softly shaking and my bed hit the side of my wall. I thought there was an earthquake until outside my window I heard ambulances. I went out to my porch and watched as my landlord was wheeled away. Her daughter cried like she was shrieking. She had a really high pitched voice. She had died instantly in the shower of an …

Poltergeist Activity on Old Farm Stead

Last night within my home my daughter (14 y/o) and myself experienced what I do believe was paranormal activity.

The home was built in 2010 on an old farm stead after a tornado leveled the original home. We have been living there since 12/2010. It started yesterday afternoon, when my daughter was taking a nap. Upon waking up about 4 pm to a noise, she discovered the kitchen chairs knocked over and placed around the living room and hallway. A jar of jelly was taken from the kitchen and placed on the living room floor. She had texted me to the events, and of course, I didn’t believe her.

When I got home from work I saw what she had described to me. I picked up the chairs and the jelly and put them back in their place. We then went to town. Upon returning back home, a pan of bread was placed in the middle of my kitchen floor. …

The Ghostly Pack

I grew up wild and wooly on a large tobacco and horse farm in Kentucky, never staying inside for very long. My life had been touched with tragedy on many occasions by the time my mother committed suicide on my sisters birthday in August of 73. Hence I had grown into a quiet and unhappy young man. The only thing that had ever made me feel good was to be outside, under the sun or moon, hunting and fishing, or just walking the trails looking for Arrow heads and four leaf clovers.

My partner in crime was my older cousin Wayne, and a finer outdoor partner and Cowboy to my Indian there never was. Wayne however was all Indian, tall and black haired, dark skinned with dark eyes and a devil may care manner. As a child I idolized him and thought him the most experienced trapper and hunter I’d ever known. Wayne was one of the few people I …

They Follow Me

Since I was a little girl, I’ve seen a shadow in the shape of a man, a shadow, watching me while I sleep. I could think things, and he could talk to me like that.

Things like this seem to happen often. I’ve heard people telling me that it was all in my head and that I was imagining it, but things have happened since that makes me think differently.

I don’t mean to say I can hear or see things. I’m nothing special. But I can feel it when something is nearby. I think they’re ghosts, but I don’t know. I’ll give two clear examples of what I mean.

I was in my car with my family when we drove by the city graveyard. We go there a lot, even though we live outside the city, considering many of our relatives are buried there. But this one day, when we passed it, I felt very cold for no reason. …

No Such Thing As Ghosts

I have always said that I don’t believe in ghosts, but because of my son today I still say “I don’t believe in ghosts” only truthfully in my heart of hearts know that I am lying.

In 2006 my Mother and I moved into an old barn house that had been converted in to a duplex with a newer living room/bedroom attachment on the back. My room was upstairs in the original part of the house and my Mothers on the main floor in the attachment. When we moved there was a bed left in my room that we had to destroy in order to get it down the stairs. The bed was placed about a foot off the wall (I placed my bed right against the wall.)

Before I was pregnant I had witnessed lights flickering, turning off and on by themselves but always chalked it up to old wiring. Then 4 years ago while I was pregnant with …

Marriage with a Tree Ghost?

This story is completely true! I’m not trying to get attention or anything! I just want to share my experience with the world! I’m a Buddhist and proud to be one! So I’m going to start my story now.

You see I recently found out that every since I was born a tree ghost has been following me. So I’m going to start before I was born. This is what a Buddhist priest has told me.

When my mother was about to give birth to me, as my spirit was traveling to my body now, I passed by a ghost place. As I was passing by, I (apparently) promised to marry a tree ghost (the ghost is a guy) if he gave me food, clothes and money. So I promised. The tree ghost has been following me ever since birth (I did not know any of this until now).

When I turned 9, I started to hear somebody calling my …

Old Cabin on Old Boonesboro Road

Growing up wild and wooly the way I did meant that my friends were few and far between, but they were each one precious to me. Two of my very best friends were Bill and Willie, and truer better friends there weren’t on the planet. Bill was our leader, he of the old and beautiful Jeep truck, his blond head set at more than 6 feet above the ground, on his broad country shoulders.

Next was Willie, the cowboy, the clown, the bronc rider. Willie was as tough as they came, and as good. He often led us into a situation that Bill tried to get us out of, and often as not failed to do so. Willie is the genius behind our VW scandal that must never be talked about. He snored loudly and chewed tobacco.

Bills Father, after months of begging and wheedling by the three of us, finally gave to Bill the old cabin set back from …

The Tale of Four Feathers

Despite that I was tired, hot and sweaty, I found the incentive to do yard work. Starting with the edge trimmer, I worked my way around the back yard and then moved to the front. Near the gate my eye saw something in the grass. Small and grey, the object captured my curiosity. After releasing the trigger, the spinning green cord wound to a halt. Bending down I found a tiny, humbled feather. The trimmer hadn’t whipped it, but the feather looked like it had been plucked to pieces. Smaller than a dime and bent in the middle, only two or three single strands were attached to the center vein. It was the perfect representation of my condition: beaten, worn and stripped of energy.

I immediately knew who had made sure that I would find it…my grandmother. Affectionately called “Nana,” she has used feathers for the past year as her sign to me from the other side.

Holding the beaten …