Ghost Stories -Who's got one

[jillboston]

So I've heard a couple in my years...

1. a million years ago when I was a baby lawyer- a senior male associate was telling me that he and his wife were in a haunted house. All the lights and stereo would go on in the middle of the night downstairs. Their toddler daughter pointed at something on the wall as though there were a person there.. a lot.

2. a girlfriend of mine was dating a guy whose family lived in a 150 plus old home. He had several sisters and one time a sis had a college boyfriend visiting. The family had joked about ghosts all along but this boyfriend was sleeping in his room and was awakened by two children dressed in Victorian clothes standing at the end of his bed. He ran from the house and never returned.

[katfco]

My best friend got married a couple of years after her mom died and on the day of her wedding she was really upset her mom wasn't there. As she was getting ready, she said to me, "My mom is standing over there. She's wearing a blue dress." At the wedding, my friend lit a memory candle for her mom that was off to the side. A few minutes after she got on the dais, the candle blew out. All the other candles stayed lit.

After the wedding, six people, at separate times, told me they saw a woman in a blue dress blow out the candle.

[omgzombies]

I've told my ghost story on here before. I was babysitting when I was in high school (15/16 maybe?) and I was watching two kids, a two year old and a four year old. I got them all bathed and into bed then went downstairs to watch tv till their mom came home. About an hour later I hear little footsteps at the top of the stairs and someone saying "Mommy? Mommy". So of course I think one of the kids is out of bed and run upstairs to figure out what was going on. Both children are sound asleep and snoring softly. At this point I'm slightly confused, but I figure I must have just imagined the noise and go back downstairs. I pull out my book and start reading and sure enough I hear it again. I go back upstairs, and both kids are still asleep, and both are too little to be faking it. I start rationalizing at this point, I stay up there for a few minutes thinking maybe one of them is talking in their sleep, but they don't make any further noise. I glance into the other rooms thinking maybe there's a tv or something left on, no tv. I go back downstairs and tell myself it's just the house making noise, weird pipes whatever, and I am determined to not let this freak me out.

It happens again. At this point I call my mother and I tell her that if I die, that it's a weird ghost child. My mom of course offered to come over, but I was too stubborn to let her, though I made her stay on the phone with me for awhile. I was not going to have my mommy come because I was too scared. It happened a time or two more. When their mom came back I told her house was haunted, and that I was sorry but she was going to have to find a new sitter.

[cairo]

This one isn't really scary, either.

My dad died in March. My mother passed several years ago. He still lived in the house where I grew up. I was sleeping in my parents' room, while he was a mile away at a nursing home. About 4am, I wake up to see my dad, as a young man, walk across the room and out the bedroom door. I got a call 30 minutes later that my dad had passed away.

We started going through the house and gathering photos for a memorial slide show. The outfit I saw him in was from a photo my mom took on their honeymoon.

[jillboston]

These stories are amazing! I haven't personally had anything other than a really vivid dream about my Mom a month or so after she died. She told me I was sleeping too much and everything is going to be alright.

[sporky]

I've mentioned things that have happened in our house before. We've had lots of footsteps, objects moving, doors opening, voices, once there was a mist upstairs, flashing lights, etc. But my favorite (?) experience here happened several years ago. DH was out of town on a business trip right after New Year's, so our Christmas decorations were still up (yes, that's important info!). Late that night after I had been asleep for a few hours, I awoke and heard footsteps come down the hallway and turn into the bedroom. I huddled as far under the covers as I could and then heard the footsteps walk over next to the bed on the side where I was. As soon as the footsteps stopped, the temperature dropped. I was shivering and could literally feel ever single hair on my body stand up. It was, to this day, the weirdest feeling I've ever had. Then the voice started. It faded in and out like a distant radio or something and I couldn't make out what it was saying until it got the very last two words, "I'm cold." As soon as it stopped speaking those words, our Christmas clock downstairs chimed and played a Christmas carol, which is something that never ever ever ever happens as night. I didn't sleep much the rest of that night!

[katfco]

When I was a kid we lived in Hawaii for a couple of years and my mom was at a gathering at the preacher's house. Evidently, it came out that the preacher's house was haunted and he didn't like women. The women all slept over that night and in the middle of the night, one woman woke up to see a man standing over her. Another time, a woman had visited them and as she was driving home, she kept thinking she saw something in her rear view mirror, in the back seat. After she got home and got out of her car, her lights flickered on and off a few times. She called the preacher's wife, who told her it was likely the ghost warning her off.

One morning, very early, their teenage son was getting up to go boogie boarding. It was dark and when he went in the living room, he saw a man sitting in the chair. The man pointed to the boogie board and shook his head. It happened a couple of times, so the kid decided not to go. It turned out, the waves were quite deadly that day, and had he gone, he could have been seriously injured.

Their neighbors had a poltergeist, who would roll bowling balls down the stairs, turn their knives blade up in the drawers and turn on the gas burners at night.

[sushi]

KateAggie

[ttt]

My family has a number of these stories - things that may have just been coincidence, but are hard to explain.

My great-grandmother loved organ music. She had taken lessons as a child, but then her father lost all his money when his dry goods store burned down and she had to stop. When she died, my grandmother made sure there was an organist playing at the service. The organist was there to play music before the service as everyone was entering the church, then during, and after. On the way to the funeral, my grandma and grandpa and my mom and dad stopped to get gas. While my grandpa was pumping the gas, suddenly the power went out at the entire station. No other building around was affected, there was no storm, just a random outage. It was out for almost an hour. They had to wait because they lived on a small island and at the time it was the only gas station on the key. Then, without warning, it came back on again.

As it happened, the regular organist who was supposed to play couldn't be there, but instead this woman who was a world-famous organist (I couldn't tell you the first thing about organists but apparently there are famous ones) was visiting and substituted for her. They couldn't start the service until my grandmother, her only daughter, was there, so for an hour, my great-grandmother's coffin lay in the church with organ music playing around her.

[decemberwedding07]

Oct 30, 2015 22:05:56 GMT -5 jillboston said:

2. a girlfriend of mine was dating a guy whose family lived in a 150 plus old home. He had several sisters and one time a sis had a college boyfriend visiting. The family had joked about ghosts all along but this boyfriend was sleeping in his room and was awakened by two children dressed in Victorian clothes standing at the end of his bed. He ran from the house and never returned.

This is either a super creepy experience or the most creative way to break up with someone after meeting her family ever. 

[decemberwedding07]

Oct 31, 2015 8:02:22 GMT -5 omgzombies said:

I've told my ghost story on here before. I was babysitting when I was in high school (15/16 maybe?) and I was watching two kids, a two year old and a four year old. I got them all bathed and into bed then went downstairs to watch tv till their mom came home. About an hour later I hear little footsteps at the top of the stairs and someone saying "Mommy? Mommy". So of course I think one of the kids is out of bed and run upstairs to figure out what was going on. Both children are sound asleep and snoring softly. At this point I'm slightly confused, but I figure I must have just imagined the noise and go back downstairs. I pull out my book and start reading and sure enough I hear it again. I go back upstairs, and both kids are still asleep, and both are too little to be faking it. I start rationalizing at this point, I stay up there for a few minutes thinking maybe one of them is talking in their sleep, but they don't make any further noise. I glance into the other rooms thinking maybe there's a tv or something left on, no tv. I go back downstairs and tell myself it's just the house making noise, weird pipes whatever, and I am determined to not let this freak me out.

It happens again. At this point I call my mother and I tell her that if I die, that it's a weird ghost child. My mom of course offered to come over, but I was too stubborn to let her, though I made her stay on the phone with me for awhile. I was not going to have my mommy come because I was too scared. It happened a time or two more. When their mom came back I told her house was haunted, and that I was sorry but she was going to have to find a new sitter.

My MIL asked her housekeeper to babysit H and SIL one night when they were little. They had a siamese cat who was extremely talkative. The housekeeper was from Colombia. As she had only been living in the US for a few months and was still learning English, there were some communication issues. MIL left the phone number of the restaurant where they would be and got a call from the housekeeper after an hour or so. The housekeeper just kept saying, "Dead baby in attic! Dead baby in attic! Come home!" They came home and the housekeeper ran out of the house again shouting, "Dead baby in attic! Crying! Crying!" The language barrier kept them from really discussing things further, since she was completely freaked out. She said she was never coming back. MIL is positive it was just the siamese cat, since a crying cat really can sound like a baby. 

[ttt]

Another family story, not really a ghost story though. A few years ago, when my grandma died (same one in the story above), my grandpa was totally lost when it came to the finances. She had handled everything, all of their investments and taxes and bills and accounts. Unfortunately, she hadn't left particularly clear records, and it fell to my mom to figure everything out. She was devastated by her mom's death, so it was already incredibly hard on her, and then my grandpa couldn't access any of his money because they couldn't figure out the accounts. It was a mess, and she called me in tears several times because she couldn't find the right paperwork the bank was demanding, she was afraid utilities would get shut off, etc. because they couldn't access the accounts to pay the bills, and the banks were totally unhelpful. So she went to print out something unrelated on her mom's computer, realized the printer was off, turned it on. It booted up, and then began printing out the exact account documents that my mom had needed but couldn't find.

[omgzombies]

Oct 31, 2015 10:08:11 GMT -5 decemberwedding07 said:

Oct 31, 2015 8:02:22 GMT -5 omgzombies said:

I've told my ghost story on here before. I was babysitting when I was in high school (15/16 maybe?) and I was watching two kids, a two year old and a four year old. I got them all bathed and into bed then went downstairs to watch tv till their mom came home. About an hour later I hear little footsteps at the top of the stairs and someone saying "Mommy? Mommy". So of course I think one of the kids is out of bed and run upstairs to figure out what was going on. Both children are sound asleep and snoring softly. At this point I'm slightly confused, but I figure I must have just imagined the noise and go back downstairs. I pull out my book and start reading and sure enough I hear it again. I go back upstairs, and both kids are still asleep, and both are too little to be faking it. I start rationalizing at this point, I stay up there for a few minutes thinking maybe one of them is talking in their sleep, but they don't make any further noise. I glance into the other rooms thinking maybe there's a tv or something left on, no tv. I go back downstairs and tell myself it's just the house making noise, weird pipes whatever, and I am determined to not let this freak me out.

It happens again. At this point I call my mother and I tell her that if I die, that it's a weird ghost child. My mom of course offered to come over, but I was too stubborn to let her, though I made her stay on the phone with me for awhile. I was not going to have my mommy come because I was too scared. It happened a time or two more. When their mom came back I told her house was haunted, and that I was sorry but she was going to have to find a new sitter.

My MIL asked her housekeeper to babysit H and SIL one night when they were little. They had a siamese cat who was extremely talkative. The housekeeper was from Colombia. As she had only been living in the US for a few months and was still learning issues, there were some communication issues. MIL left the phone number of the restaurant where they would be and got a call from the housekeeper after an hour or so. The housekeeper just kept saying, "Dead baby in attic! Dead baby in attic! Come home!" They came home and the housekeeper ran out of the house again shouting, "Dead baby in attic! Crying! Crying!" The language barrier kept them from really discussing things further, since she was completely freaked out. She said she was never coming back. MIL is positive it was just the siamese cat, since a crying cat really can sound like a baby. 

That poor woman!  No, no cats in that house, no pets at all.  

[jln]

This isn't super scary, but it's odd nonetheless...

My HS boyfriend died about a year after we graduated. He loved the forest, being in the wilderness and watching deer, and had planned to become a forest ranger. He actually passed in the middle of qualifying for a ranger intern program. When his mother picked out his headstone she had a deer put on it. While they were waiting for the headstone his mom went to his grave and there was a deer standing where his headstone was supposed to be.

There are so many odd things that happened around his death that it still gives me chills to think about it. Another one was that when we were dating he gave me a nice watch for my birthday - about 2 years before he passed - and the battery died on the day he died. I'm sure it's coincidental, but very eerie.

[decemberwedding07]

Oct 31, 2015 9:50:59 GMT -5 sushi said:

KateAggie

Really, KateAggie 's story is my favorite. Someone has to have the link to it.

[ttt]

Oct 31, 2015 9:50:59 GMT -5 sushi said:

KateAggie

Nooooo that story was responsible for multiple times forgoing a glass of water in the middle of the night lest I see an old woman sitting at my kitchen table. I am trying to forget it!!

[katfco]

Not sure if this qualifies as a ghost story, but is definitely an after life story. An elderly woman from our church was dying, and the night she was expected to die, her whole family was gathered around, with the preacher. She kept hanging on, though, and at one point, her son said, "Mom, it's okay, you can go." She responded, "No, the man at the door told me it's not time yet." There was no one at the door.

A couple of hours later, she said, "It's okay now. He said it's time." She died about 15 minutes later.

[One Girl In All The World]

I have a couple...not really scary, more eerie, I guess?

1) My grandmother on my dad's side died when I was about 12. She had alzheimer's the last several years, but before her mind went she was allllll up in everybody's business - her kids, her siblings, etc. About 5-10 years after she passed (it's been a while, I forget), one of her brothers was near death in the hospital. His family was all gathered around his bed, and in his last moments there was the distinct sound of chairs and tables scraping against the floor above them. They joked that it was Rosemarie (my grandma) getting the welcoming committee set up for him. After he passed, they asked the staff if there was an event or something going on above them. There was nothing above them, however, only the roof.

That same grandmother - my best friend had a dream that my grandma died the night before she actually passed.

2) When I was a kid, my parents used to take us through open houses after church on Sundays. It used to bore my brother and I to tears, though somethings the houses were a good 100 years old or so and those were interesting. We were touring one and came upstairs to go into the bedroom. I immediately recognized the room as one from a strange dream I'd had before that - it was absolutely identical and creeped me out.

3) This one is probably not going to seem like that big of a deal but it was very strange to me at the time. The last year or so has been particularly difficult with my mother, and she and I don't have a great relationship to begin with. My grandmother on mom's side passed away right before my oldest was born, and before her health declined rapidly before her death, we were in the midst of another rough period with my mom. Mom and grandma had issues going way back, and it was the first time in my life that grandma had really been open with me and the rest of the family about her feelings on my mother's antics.

Anyway, back to last year. I have a pair of little hoop earrings that had been a birthday gift several years ago from my parents. I wear them almost daily. The clasp has never faltered or anything, even when I've worn them for days on end. In the midst of dealing with all the BS with my mother, I was really missing the crap out of my grandma and wishing she was still around (as I often do - her passing was very difficult and it's been over six years and I still feel like it just happened), and there were three separate times when the right earring practically leapt out of my ear, lol. Each time, the earring should have been totally gone - twice I'd somehow knocked it out in the shower, once at the hairdressers and they took apart the drain to get it back. I'd managed to rescue it each time. At the time, it felt like something was trying to get my attention because like I said, I'd NEVER had any issue with them, and it was during a time when I was alternating what I wore more frequently, so I had no way of knowing if it was even the same earring, but it was always the same side. Also, with each instance I was strangely calm about losing something that had sentimental value that I should have been upset about. 


It hasn't happened since, and I haven't felt that odd sense that something was trying to make a point since. I probably sound crazy, but I swear it made sense to me at the time.

[Vespasia]

Our college dorms were housed in a former Gilded Age hotel. It was absolutely gorgeous and occasionally creepy as hell. According to rumor, one of the wives of the railroad magnate who opened the hotel had really been into seances and trying to communicate with the dead. She was also mad and ended up institutionalized.

Our room was on the third floor, which had been the servants quarters. Both my suitemate and a friend across the hall had woken to see someone walk through their room when there couldn't have been anyone there. The other suitemate entered her room one night and saw what she thought was her roommate walk into our hared bathroom. Except her roommate was out of town and it wasn't my roommate or I. Our bathroom always just felt creepy, like you expected to look up at the mirror and see someone behind you but it never actually happened. The closet door did open on it's own a few times but there could conceivably be an explanation for that.

One night we were all hanging out, sharing these stories and talking about the crazy wife. My roommate and I went to sleep and a minute later our lamp turned itself on. It could have been a coincidence but it never happened again. We apologized to the ghosts and promised never to talk smack about them again.

[mrsjrd23]

Oct 31, 2015 8:59:34 GMT -5 sporky said:

I've mentioned things that have happened in our house before. We've had lots of footsteps, objects moving, doors opening, voices, once there was a mist upstairs, flashing lights, etc. But my favorite (?) experience here happened several years ago. DH was out of town on a business trip right after New Year's, so our Christmas decorations were still up (yes, that's important info!). Late that night after I had been asleep for a few hours, I awoke and heard footsteps come down the hallway and turn into the bedroom. I huddled as far under the covers as I could and then heard the footsteps walk over next to the bed on the side where I was. As soon as the footsteps stopped, the temperature dropped. I was shivering and could literally feel ever single hair on my body stand up. It was, to this day, the weirdest feeling I've ever had. Then the voice started. It faded in and out like a distant radio or something and I couldn't make out what it was saying until it got the very last two words, "I'm cold." As soon as it stopped speaking those words, our Christmas clock downstairs chimed and played a Christmas carol, which is something that never ever ever ever happens as night. I didn't sleep much the rest of that night!

Holy Shit.  I'd have to move.

[jillboston]

Not ghost stories - well maybe one is - weird coincidences

1. Had a falling out with a very close friend of mine over the Iraq war- kind of fell out of touch etc. Prior to that she had been a huge part of my wedding and my Mom's funeral a few months prior - we were close. I had met her boyfriend and I knew that they'd gotten engaged. I had wondered when their wedding was going to be. I had a dream one night that she didn't invite me to her wedding. I got the invitation the next day.

2. my second oldest sister's first husband was killed when the horse he was riding spooked and it slammed him into a telephone pole. She was 9 months pregnant and had my nephew a few weeks later.
This past August 30th her second husband of 40 plus years who'd been in failing health for a year (he was 87 - 20 years older than her) died. Her first husband died 8/30/68..

[Vespasia]

Oct 31, 2015 11:36:38 GMT -5 mrsjrd23 said:

Oct 31, 2015 8:59:34 GMT -5 sporky said:

I've mentioned things that have happened in our house before. We've had lots of footsteps, objects moving, doors opening, voices, once there was a mist upstairs, flashing lights, etc. But my favorite (?) experience here happened several years ago. DH was out of town on a business trip right after New Year's, so our Christmas decorations were still up (yes, that's important info!). Late that night after I had been asleep for a few hours, I awoke and heard footsteps come down the hallway and turn into the bedroom. I huddled as far under the covers as I could and then heard the footsteps walk over next to the bed on the side where I was. As soon as the footsteps stopped, the temperature dropped. I was shivering and could literally feel ever single hair on my body stand up. It was, to this day, the weirdest feeling I've ever had. Then the voice started. It faded in and out like a distant radio or something and I couldn't make out what it was saying until it got the very last two words, "I'm cold." As soon as it stopped speaking those words, our Christmas clock downstairs chimed and played a Christmas carol, which is something that never ever ever ever happens as night. I didn't sleep much the rest of that night!

Holy Shit.  I'd have to move.

Dude, seriously. No fucking way. I would have run away screaming and never looked back. 

[cairo]

I forgot about the other one!

Outside of my parents' room is a hallway with a small grandfather clock (the kind that hangs on the wall). My mother loved that clock; it told time, but the pendulum hadn't swung in years (I met H in 2003, so at least that long).
We are going through stuff in my parents' room, and H finds Rx medication for my mom from when I was born. I guess dad didn't have the heart to go through her nightstand after she died. H makes some crass comment about how I must have tore my mother up during delivery. We have a good laugh; at this point, I was 27-28 weeks pregnant.
I took some trash downstairs and come back through the hallway. The pendulum in the clock is swinging. It continued to swing all night. When we woke up the next morning, the pendulum had stopped again. It didn't swing the rest of the time we were there. We did NOT keep the clock.

[ttt]

Oct 31, 2015 8:59:34 GMT -5 sporky said:

I've mentioned things that have happened in our house before. We've had lots of footsteps, objects moving, doors opening, voices, once there was a mist upstairs, flashing lights, etc. But my favorite (?) experience here happened several years ago. DH was out of town on a business trip right after New Year's, so our Christmas decorations were still up (yes, that's important info!). Late that night after I had been asleep for a few hours, I awoke and heard footsteps come down the hallway and turn into the bedroom. I huddled as far under the covers as I could and then heard the footsteps walk over next to the bed on the side where I was. As soon as the footsteps stopped, the temperature dropped. I was shivering and could literally feel ever single hair on my body stand up. It was, to this day, the weirdest feeling I've ever had. Then the voice started. It faded in and out like a distant radio or something and I couldn't make out what it was saying until it got the very last two words, "I'm cold." As soon as it stopped speaking those words, our Christmas clock downstairs chimed and played a Christmas carol, which is something that never ever ever ever happens as night. I didn't sleep much the rest of that night!

How do you still live there??? Omg I would have had a heart attack.

[panicked]

When I was young, our tv's (all of them!) used to go from normal volume to full blast. My parents said it was just "Bob," our house ghost. If you yelled "okay bob, we get it!" Or something similar, the television would go back to normal volume.

[ksun]

I used to live in Cincinnati and worked with a girl who grew up in a haunted house. They assumed it was a child because it did things like turn lights off and on, open and closed doors and would pull coats off hooks - they didn't just fall, they came away from the wall and then fell. When her son was a toddler he would have long conversations with someone in the backyard, though no one was ever there.

However one day as an adult she was at her parents doing her hair in the bathroom and came out and walked past her childhood bedroom and there was a grey figure going through her dresser in the bedroom. She didn't stick around to ask questions.

[decemberwedding07]

Since KateAggie appears to be busy with Halloween festivities, I googled and found a link to her story. Click at your own peril.
pandce.proboards.com/thread/70736

[decemberwedding07]

And for anyone who really wants to go down memory lane...
forums.thenest.com/discussion/6573515/does-anyone-have-kateaggies-ghost-story

[fuckyourcouch]

I've got a few.

When I was about 8, we adopted a puppy I begged for. I promised to take care of her, so she slept in her crate in my room. My parents explained I would have to get up and take her out to pee, etc. I assured them I would.
It went along fine for a couple of weeks. One night, she started crying to go out and I didn't really want to get up. It was cold and I was comfy, and it was late, probably 2am or so. The hallway outside my room had a character light switch cover that made a very distinctive noise. I heard that flip on and saw the light under my closed door. My door opened and I saw a man's shadow on the wall, which I obviously assumed was my dad. I mumbled thanks and rolled over. The dog was let out of her crate, my door closed, I heard the switch turn back off, and I fell back asleep.
Early The next morning, my parents come storming in my room yelling that I cannot just let the puppy out to run amok in the house overnight, etc. I am very confused. I say "it was dad! He came and let her out!" My parents look confused, and I explain what happened. My mom goes white and flips that somebody must have been in the house, my dad starts searching closets with a baseball bat, etc. nothing.
my dad was not home overnight, he worked overtime. It couldn't have been him and it obviously wasn't my mom.
A few more creepy things happened in that house.

We moved to another house a few years later. Almost immediately, our dogs acted terrified of nothing. A few "innocent" things happened, like finding a missing item some place you already searched, etc. at a sleepover, some friends and I played with a ouija board and shit got insane scary after that. Stuff moving on its own, shadows running down the stairs, stomping in the attic. Another time, I was sitting on my bed watching tv with the door closed and my dad started POUNDING on my door. I assumed I had forgotten a chore or something and yelled what?
No response. I eventually opened the door and there was no one there. I went down the hall to my parents' bedroom and my dad was asleep. I asked my mom wtf he wanted pounding on my door and she said he had been asleep for awhile.
One of our dogs got very sick with a mysterious ailment in that house, and died. After he died, we would still hear him jump off the bed upstairs. He was a huge chow and made a distinctive thud when this happened, followed by a heavy sigh. We still heard both regularly.

Another time, we went to look at a potential home. It was in a nice part of town and had been empty for awhile, and obviously emptied in a hurry. My parents were really excited about the house. We walked around the downstairs and were chatting about the possibilities. It had a big, winding staircase up to the second floor. My mom and I were in front, excitedly chatting about what they could do with furniture and etc when we got to the landing at the top. We both immediately stopped talking and got the chills. My dad was behind us and almost ran into us because we had stopped. He was like, what's wrong? And we were both just sort of stuck in our spots. He walked past us and continued around the house. I can't really explain it, but it was just an overwhelming sense of dread for both of us. I tentatively stepped towards the bathroom and the feeling was so much worse. We both retreated downstairs while my dad finished looking around. Finally we went outside, towards the detached garage. NOPE. I couldn't even bring myself to go inside. I went back to the car. My mom came with.
They didn't end up making any offer or anything, but my mom and I couldn't really shake the feeling so we started researching and eventually found news that a guy murdered his family at the home and killed himself in the garage. We were both totally freaked.

[pixy0stix]

Mine is sad. I saw my gma out of the corner of my eye come take ZB to heaven as she died.