Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

The Forest Cabin

It all started when I was six years old. I was really lonely as a child, my parents neglected me a lot for my younger sister, so I was left by myself; I used to have imaginary friends, which I have recently discovered weren’t so imaginary.

I would always play in the backyard for hours by myself. We lived out of town, in a forest cabin, we mysteriously won the lottery one day, so we didn’t have to work. My parents loved the forest so they thought it would be nice to live there. I never liked it because I always saw things in the forest… I never thought much of it though.

While I was playing outside with my ball and it rolled into the forest. Hesitating, I followed. I slowly walked in and picked up my ball, for it to just be slapped right out of my hand. Shocked, I took a step back. The wind then blew …

Tim and Terrifying Events of My Childhood

When I was 4 years old my family moved to a house in south Carolina. I had at that time 2 older brothers and a younger brother and sister. My oldest brother and I shared a room. The first couple of nights were fine. But after the first week I was in my room with my brother trying to sleep and I heard knocking sounds on the closet door. The door would then open and a human figure would come out this THING had a HUGE smile not human like. I would pray to God for guidance the entity would sometimes go away and sometimes the face would turn into a scary monster. That experience happened quite often.

Also in the middle of the night as I woke up about every night at 2:55 am and I would get this gut feeling of dread and all of a sudden a face would appear at the foot of the top bunk. …

Figment of a Childhood Imagination or Ghost?

First, I am skeptical of ‘ghosts’, I write this not believing in any sort of spiritual world, but, things have happened in my past I cannot explain, I hope this site can.

All my life I have had a very overactive imagination, as a child I didn’t really get along with my peers preferring my own company, I had my own friends at home anyway. These friends were imaginary, they would come and go men, women, children, some would come one day and I would never see them again, others stayed.

One girl in particular, Carol. She never talked, I named her this, as I first found her at Christmas time. My parents would encourage me to make friends at school or with girls on my street. I told them I already had friends, they worried, of course they worried, I was eight years old and had never had a friend around to tea, never been to someone’s birthday party. …

Imaginary Friends not Just a Vivid Imagination

I have always been a strange person. Obviously, there has always been a bit of a storyteller in me, for I always have something new to say and always have the best way to present it. I have always believed in spirits. I have always felt them, and at a young age, seen them. (Not just that but still to this day, I’ve heard them.) I’m not as sensitive as some people, but I’m sensitive none the less.

As a little girl, had plenty of imaginary friends. I had one “imaginary friend” who’s name was Sally. Sally was a boy. Sally the Ghost Sword was what I called him (full name being Salvador) and my parents told me that I had often talked to him, sitting in my room. It turns out, that I’d had a conquistador ancestor, now I’m not quite sure if that was him or not, but I know that once we’d moved away I never saw …

My Daughters Scary Friend and an Evil Doll

One day my daughter Sarah started crying. So I walked over to her and she was pointing at our counter top. I looked up but saw nothing. She whined and said, “Mom he’s scaring me!”

A couple day later Sarah started moaning in her sleep and would run into my room screaming. I would gently shake her trying to wake her up but most of the time she would point behind me and cry. I started to get worried and I would ask her what she sees. She would say “He’s small and round with queer black eyes.” I would immediately picture a rat or a shrew that I wasn’t seeing but she would complain “No he’s Kyle.”

The next few weeks odd things would happen. Sarah would start to mumble stuff like “No Sarah I just want you to come with me.” or “Sarah but it’s a fun place. You would enjoy it here where no one can hurt …

The Sister I Never Had

I grew up an only-child, in a lonely old house in the country; my father often away on business, my mother sickly and unable to attend.

But, the funny thing is, I’ve never felt alone. That’s because I wasn’t alone – even though there were no other children in the house – I always had someone to play with. There was a little boy, an older boy that was his brother, and a little girl that looked quite a bit like me.

The girl’s name was Abigail – and she and I were the best of friends. There were a good number of other children too, but these children – Abigail, the little boy Michael, and the older boy Johnathan – were the ones I played with the most.

My mother often told me that I should stop playing with my imaginary friends; it made her uncomfortable; but she didn’t see them herself.

Abigail was a ginger, like me, blue-gray …

Imaginary Friend or Gaurdian Angel?

About ten years ago, my daughter had an “imaginary friend” named Thomas. But after a while, we started getting scratches in rows of four on our backs, everyone, even my dog. This happened at night. Slowly the scratches stopped, but we kept hearing voices  and we came home once, finding the dog locked in the oven. Fortunately it wasn’t turned on.

Being a fan of ghost stories, I decided to give a test. My daughter was seven now and was afraid just to fall asleep. I sat down when I was alone, and began my test. I put the recorder on the floor, and asked if there were any spirits here, and If there was for them to give a knock. Still calm, as it could have been a coincidence, I began asking questions. I said for it to give one knock for no, and two for yes. I asked it the simple questions, such as are there more spirits …

Growing Up With A Ghost For A Best Friend

Most people when I tell them this don’t believe me. I just hope you do. I have been haunted all my life by ghosts and from a very young age I could see and talk to ghosts. I was five when my family realized, I am 14 now.

One night when I lived in my old house my sister woke up to find me in the middle of our room. I had my arm out and it looked as if I was holding a hand and I was talking to the space in front of me. My sister got creeped out and locked herself in the bathroom until the morning. She was woke up by me and my mum banging the door trying to find out what was up with her. When she told us my mum didn’t believe it. But I knew she was telling the truth. I remember the night well although I couldn’t remember being in my …

Katherin My First Ghost Encounter

I was around 8 years old when I had my first encounter. Me and my two friends wanted to know about who the ghost was. We asked a few questions to the ghost during recess one day. The ghost said she was a girl. She also said her name was Katherin. I thought she was my friend because her name was the same as my mother’s. But my mother’s name was spelled with a “C” and had an “e” at the end. During school I would have flash backs about her life. She was beautiful, her hair was long and brown and she always wore a white dress.

We told some boys about her and they made fun of her. So she slapped them. He even had a red mark. But all of that ended very soon. My sister wanted to know her, so I told her about Katherin. She would not talk to my sister though. For the next …

My Daughters Imaginary Friends And The Colored Orbs

Hi, I’ll try to sum this up as best I can. In 1996 I built a new house, from day one (during construction) I heard footsteps, closing doors, my name being called and smells etc. My daughter was born in 1998. As she grew I would hear her playing in her room, she was my first and only child, so when I would hear her talking I didn’t think much of it, even when she would come to me grumbling, “Mom, they won’t leave me alone!” she wasn’t scared, more frustrated then scared. When I asked her who? “The green one” or sometimes, the ‘red one’ So I’d go back into her room with her and say out loud “Time to go home, since you cant play nice and leave her alone” and it seemed to work.

There is one particular evening I often find myself wondering about. In 1997, (my daughter was a toddler) she came running from her …

A Ghost Story From San Jose

I was 11 years old. I’ve had fairly intense experiences before this. My “imaginary friend” had been gone for no less than a month, and her parting had left me afraid for what was in store for me. She was my protector. She had a presence about her that let me know when she was about to appear, and in this way I was never terrified when she would appear in front of me. However this new buzzing – for lack of better words, this is what it felt like – was a different one and I had already learned not to like it.

It came from the toy box, like a full grown male with a contorted smile wearing a red and white striped shirt. His hair was matted, and he never spoke a word. He just crawled out slowly, as if giving you time to run, and every single time, I did. Somehow he managed to get in …

Ghost Boy on the Playground

There’s a lot of talk about children with imaginary friends. But what happens when the line between what is imaginary and what is real, is crossed? I don’t like to talk about my paranormal experiences. For one, I don’t want to believe them, and two, I don’t like to talk much. But there are times where I can’t just wave away the obvious truths. This is one of those times when it really wasn’t just “a part of my imagination.”

When I was in elementary school, I had little to no friends, because I was the most timid little thing you could find on the playground. Nobody wanted to play with the “quiet girl” who didn’t know how to play ball or climb monkey bars. So I often found myself sitting on the swings, looking out at the green field to watch the other kids fool around.

One day, I finally noticed another loner wandering around in the …