Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Ghostly Confederate Riders in West Virginia

I was about 10 years old when this happened im 14 years old now. I was at my aunt’s ranch in Huntington, West Virginia. Me, my brother and our cousins decided to go horseback riding. We went on a trail that was supposedly haunted. As we got to the beginning of the trail fog started appearing and it was a perfectly clear day. My brother and cousins got scared and didn’t want to ride on the trail.

I took the horse onto the trail which was surrounded by woods and tombstones. i kept hearing hoof beats behind me that were not my horses. I turned around and saw four what appeared to be confederate soldiers. One of them called my name then i started freaking out. I rode the horse at an increasingly fast gallop they were keeping up with me so i veered the horse off the trail to try to ditch them.

Another one caught me by my …

I Thought I Was Being Robbed

I had just moved to Huntington, West Virginia from a very small town. I lived in a small apartment in the attic (loft) area. In my living room I noticed a rather large stain on the wall next to the front door. I had asked my landlord what it was and he told me that it was nothing and that he had left some extra paint in the closet if I wanted to paint over it. Well, I first cleaned it with water and it went away. The next day it had returned. So, I cleaned it with Mean Green, the next day it was back. I then scrubbed it away with a Mr. Clean eraser and it came back the next day. Finally, I painted over it and it came back the next day. So, I just gave up on it and basically forgot about it.

I was working for an ambulance company and was away from home a …

Highland Haunting in West Virginia

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A Night at the Unmarked Graves

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Tale of Alleged Lycanthropy in West Virginia

Although this did not happen to me directly, it is an account that has been talked about on my mother’s side of the family for years. My grandmother had told this to my mother and my mother likewise passed it down to me. I would have normally dismissed such a tale as merely a family fable passed on from generation to generation as many families do. However, all the other myths familiar to my family are recognized as just that. This story was received a very different treatment, my grandmother was always embarrassed to talk about it for fear of being suspected a lunatic or simply ridiculed for what others might presume to be feeble mindedness for believing such superstitions. My grandmother was actually angry at my mom for telling me the story that goes as such:

My great grandfather lived in rural West Virginia, he had originally lived in DC his whole life but decided to spend his autumn …