Post your Real GHOST STORIES

[bekindtoyurbuds]

Hey hows it going guys/girls


Here are a few ghost stories, some that have been told by my grandparents, parents and some that have happened to me, Enjoy!

ALL OF THE STORIES ARE TRUE!!!!!!
SORT OF LONG, BUT WORTH THE READ!!


The first story comes from my grandmother on my fathers side..........




1.
It happened sometime around the 1950's my Great Grandfather was dyeing and in the hospital (in Chicago, this was way before my time so I know little of the actual year and location).

My Grandmother had gone to visit him (her father) in the hospital which was on the 6th floor of the building, he was nearing the end so she figured she would be there to comfort him. My Grandmother had spent a few days in the hospital, as my Great Grandfather's condition deteriorated.

On this certain night my Great Grandfather was sleeping in the hospital bed as my Grandmother read a book to herself by his side. (as she says) All of a sudden she heard a tapping on the window, TAP TAP TAP, as she describes it, "it was not a "light tap" but more of a deliberate tap, as in to get someones attention". (Keep in mind that my Great Grandfathers room was on the 6th floor, with no trees anywhere near the window, according to my Grandmother).

Just as my Grandmother lifted her head, diverting her attention from her book to the window, from which the tapping came, my Great Grandfather, who was sleeping soundly, sat strait up in bed and pointed at the window, and SCREAMED! "Hes here, Hes here to take me!". My Grandmother then turned to the window and noticed that there was a black shadowy figured outside of the window, (as she puts it) "it blocked the lamps in the street, that could be seen from the window, and then vanished".

According to my grandmother, she was very frightened, not only because her Dyeing father had practically jumped from the bed, but also from the figure that she had seen out the window. My Great Grandfather died within an hour of this happening.

My Grandmother swears that it was Death (The Grimm Reaper) coming to escort his soul to the afterlife.




And here is another story told by my Mother about her Grandparents (my Great grandparents)

I don't know too many of the details of this story but I will relay what information I have, (I will talk to my mother soon to seen if she can give me anymore info)

2.
As the story goes (told to me by my mother) This story takes place sometime in the 1930's or 40's

My Great Grandparents on my mother side (not sure if they were my grandmothers parents or my grandfathers parents), once owned a table (not sure how they came about this table, I have no idea if was an err loom or something they purchased, but it definitely was not new) This table was placed in the Dining room, to be used as a place that all the family could sit at and have dinner. The children in the family would often play at the table (jacks or card games and what not).

As my mother tells it " when all of the children would put there hands on the table, it would start to dance" "not just rocking on the floor, as if the children were tipping it from side to side" "it would actually lift off of the ground, and make motions back and forth as if it were dancing". Apparently this happened numerous times, the kids in the family told there father (my great grandfather) what would happen when they put all of their hands on the table, he would say "NON sense!".

According to my mother he was a very stern and serious person, and did not have anytime for "fun and games". One day while the whole family was in the Dining room all of the children put their hands on the table, to show their father that what they had said was true, and the table began to dance. Apparently my Great grandfather walked over to the table saw what was happening and then gently placed his hands on the table, and the table dropped to the ground and stopped "dancing"

As my mother tells it, anytime the children would put their hands on the table it would dance, if, while it was dancing, my Great Grandfather put his hands on the table, it would stop immediately! According to my mother this happened over and over again,

I will have to ask her what ever happened to the table (it would be interesting to have now)



My next few stories involve the house that my parents live in now. Purchased new in 1990, in a nice newly developing neighborhood, near the base of a 1500ft mountain. (I'm not sure if this has anything to do with it) but the area where the house stands now, was once occupied by Indians and early settlers to California (around the 1800's)

I lived in this house from 1990 till the mid 2000's before moving into my own place (Im only 28, so I moved out when I was about 23)


(a little background info on the house) Since moving into this house we have always had strange things happen, it first started with slamming of cabinets, lights and appliances turning on and off by themselves. Most nights it would sound as if someone was walking down the hallway, as verified by my mother father and brothers.

It got to the point where if me or my brothers were sick we would not want to stay home alone, we would end up just going to school anyways because we didn't want to stay in the house alone.

I remember one night, it was raining outside with lightening and thunder, when cabinets started to slam open and shut with no one near them. (we never saw them slam, but could definitely hear them!) My brothers and I ran outside (I was 12 as was my twin, and my older brother was 15). We stood outside in the rain for about 3 hours till my parents came home, we did not want to go back inside.

This happened many many times to everyone in the family. (all 5 of us)


During the period while all of this was still happening in our house.........

3.
One Night me and my mother (I was about 17) followed my dad down stairs....

We started on the 2nd story of our house, from the main living room, where the couch and TV are. Down the hallway (20ft), down the first flight of stairs (8ft), down the second flight of stairs (8ft), down the first level hallway (10ft), down another hallway (5ft) to the house/garage door entrance and into the laundry room

Me and my mother followed my father all the way from the upstairs to the down stairs a total, of at least 41ft, if not more. Keep in mind that we were two steps behind him the whole time, all the way from the upstairs room to the laundry room (down stairs), prob about 3 ft away from him the whole time. (if I would have taken a "double step" I could have touched him in the back)

Each time my dad turned a corner, 1 sec later, me and my mother turned the corner, with my dad in sight for 98% of the journey (from upstairs to downstairs)

when we turned the corner down the last stretch of (downstairs) hallway, ending in the Laundry room, we froze.......my dad was nowhere to be found.

I paused......said "what the hell" turned to look at my mom, (she gave me a weird look) and we both started calling for my dad. Who happened to be sitting upstairs where we started the journey.

My question is, WHO THE HELL DID WE FOLLOW INTO THE LAUNDRY ROOM IF IT WASN'T MY DAD???????? WE HAD OUR EYES ON WHATEVER IT WAS THE WHOLE TIME, AS WE FOLLOWED IT DOWNSTAIRS!!!!!!!!



And this leads me to my next ghost story, this happened last year (2009), around Thanksgiving.

4.
I was visiting my parents for the holiday, staying in my old room I have always had, since my parents have never changed it since I left.

I was sleeping in bed and woke up around 4 in the morning and was super thirsty, I decided to go back to sleep because if I got up to get some water I would probably never get back to sleep.

I woke up a few hours later because I had gotten a phone call (it was about 7:45am according to my cell phone), I answered, but nobody replied so I hung up , by this time I REALLY needed some water, so I had to get up. I had a cup next to my bed so I grabbed it and headed toward the bathroom to fill it up (which is just across the hall from my room, about 8 ft away)

As I opened my door, I noticed my dad standing in his robe messing with the TV (which is normal, as he normally will wake up and turn the TV on so he can watch it while getting ready for work) I said "good morning" and proceeded to walk to the bathroom to fill my cup with water and head back to bed.

As I was walking to the bathroom my father followed me, and proceeded to talk to me as I was filling my cup with water.......

I was half asleep at this point, and really couldn't comprehend anything that he had said to me, it was just all "gibberish" at the time.

He kept talking to me as I was heading back to my room, when I finally got to the door of my room,

I said "DAD! I don't know what the hell your talking about , I'm going back to sleep!" Then proceeded to walk into my room.

When I woke up a few hours later I remembered that my dad was talking to me when I went to get some water, a few hours before. All I could remember was that my dad was telling me that the house was a mess and to clean it up before he came home, I also remembered that I yelled at him.

Feeling super bad for yelling at my dad, as soon as I woke up I straightened everything in the house, cleaned the dishes, vacuumed the floors, basically I did everything to make the house look "spik and span",before he came home, it was perfect!

I waited around the house till about 6pm, still feeling bad for talking that way to my dad. As soon as my dad walked in the door, I was there to meet him, I told him that I was sorry for talking that way to him early this morning.

He looked puzzled......and said what?..........what are you talking about?

So I went over what had happened early in the morning and once again told him that I was sorry.

He then said "I didn't see you this morning" I said yeah, it was at.....(looking at my phone, to check the time when the person who had called me had woken me up).....7:45am..........

My dad then proceeded to tell me that he had to leave early for work that morning because the alarm at work had gone off.

He said that he left the house sometime around 3am in the morning and was no where near the house at or around 7:45am in the morning.............





ONCE AGAIN!!!!!!!! WHO THE HELL DID I TALK TOO EARLY THAT MORNING!!!!!!!



And sorry to make this post so long, here is my last story................... (I hope they have been interesting!)


This story happened just earlier this year in Tombstone Arizona, at the Best Western hotel called Lookout Lodge.

5.
Me and my family took a trip to Tombstone Arizona, we stayed at the Best Western (Lookout Lodge) just outside town. (which happens to be about a half mile away from boot hill)

It was a birthday present for my twin brother who wanted to check out Tombstone so all of my family went (all 5 of us). We ended up getting to Tombstone pretty late in the night maybe around 10 pm... we checked in and them headed to our room, (I can't remember what room it was but if I saw a layout of the hotel I could tell you what room we were in).

There were five of us staying in the room all together, with only two beds, it really didn't matter, because my parents could sleep in the same bed, my two brothers in the other bed, I would sleep on the floor (I didn't mind).

As we were unpacking all of are stuff, my brother notice a dead scorpion on the floor.........well..........that was it.............I wasn't going to sleep on the floor with scorpions.

So me and my brothers had to sleep in one bed together (3 in one bed, great!) since there wasn't enough room in the bed for us to sleep the "normal" way, we ended up sleeping like the 3 stooges, one sleeping at the head of the bed, one in the middle and one at the foot of the bed. (with our heads and feet hanging off each side of the bed)

Eventually we fell asleep................

Sometime in the middle of the night I remember waking up to someone shaking me, and this wasn't just a little nudge to "wake up" kind of shake. This felt like someone was actually using the full force of there body to physically push me down into the bed and release, this happened at least 10 times in a row (as if someone were violently shaking me)............

I woke up screaming.............. nobody else woke up. Being freaked out by now I started pushing my brothers and trying to wake them up, but still nobody woke up, so I just ended up putting the covers over my head, and "sweating" myself to sleep. (I had noticed that the time on the clock when this happened was 3:16am)

A short while after this, I was still freaked out trying to fall back asleep, I heard my dad start to murmur/sort of cry in his sleep.....and I thought to myself "OH GOD! its attacking DAD!" I soon fell asleep, still scared to death!

Early the next morning, everyone was already up when I awoke, I proceeded to tell my family what had happened the night before, and how freaked out I was and that nobody would wake up.

My brothers then mentioned how they both woke up around 3 am (independently), and pulled there legs closer to their bodies (because they were hanging off the edge of the bed) after getting a creepy feeling.


Later, during breakfast (free breakfast at the hotel) my dad asked the lady behind the counter if anyone had reported anything weird happening in the hotel, and she had mentioned the a lot of people reported weird things happening in the room next to us but not in our room.

So this hotel is definitely haunted...............






SORRY FOR MAKING THE STORIES SO LONG, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THEM

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!!


ALL OF THESE STORIES ARE TRUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[bekindtoyurbuds]

Here is another true ghost story, told to me by my father.
(keep in mind that everything that happens in my stories are true, and factual (true to the story that was told to me), its just that I have lengthened them a bit by what I will call "an authors flare")

My Father has worked in the retail business for most of his life. Through out the years he has worked for a handful of retailers. This story was relaid to me by my Father while he was working for the Harris' Department Store in San Bernardino Ca.

(Harris' is now out of business, they were one of the bigger department stores in Southern California, up there with the likes of "The May Company (now Robinson's May) and JCPenny)

This particular Harris Department Store Building ,was built in 1927. My Father worked there from approx. 1980 to 1990, as the night manager. As one of his general duties, he was required to be the last employee out of the building each night, with the acception of the 2 security guards who were on duty all night.

His usual routine would be to walk the entire store,sometimes with the security guards (several floors). Starting on the first floor and working his way to the top, checking for merchandise that was not in its proper place, and or associates/customers, if any, that were still in the building.

As he went along his nightly routine, once he "cleared" an area, he would shut off the lights. He did this for the first level womens apparel/accessories, the second level Children's clothing/toys/appliances and the third, mens apparel. Once he got to the top floor he would make his way back through the departments in the dark, and give the store one final check, checking each floor once again before heading down to the next floor, and out for the night.

(according to my Father he started at the bottom and went to the top so he could walk back in the dark to see if anyone was hiding in the store, according to him this came in handy many times, as he and the guards personally, on at least 2 occasions, found people hiding in the store after closing (the first time,some teenage kids just who were hiding and having fun, and 2nd time was a person with lock cutters and tools who was later arrested for trying to burglarize the store, from within.))

On this particular night my Father had just done his first "walk through" (from the first floor to the third, shutting off lights and checking merchandise along the way). He had finished checking the 3rd floor (Men's department) and headed down the elevator to the second floor (children's clothing/toys/appliances).

According to my Father, as the elevator doors opened he thought he heard what seemed to be a child laughing, and what sounded like footsteps running away from the elevator doors. Instantly he thought to himself, "there must be a child still in the store" so he and the 2 guards proceeded to turn on all of the lights and search the 2nd level for the child that they presumed, was still in the store.

According to my father, he and the 2 guards, after locking all of the doors, and shutting down the elevator to prevent the child from moving to another level, looked in every possible place that a child might hide. After an hour of searching for the child, they heard and found nothing.

So my father instructed the 2 guards to go ahead and turn off all of the lights and prepare to lock up the store. As the 2 guards secured the rest of the building for the night my father decided to sit on the second floor, at the night guards desk, and wait to see if maybe the child would come out of hiding, before he left for the night. As my father waited at the desk, in the dimly lit building, he once again heard the childs laugh.

Not only did he hear the child laugh, but he also heard the sound of a ball being bounced on the ground. He quickly, and quietly got up from the desk, with flash light in hand, and headed for the most likely isle that the child might be in, the "toy isle".

Upon nearing the isle, the sound of the ball and child's laugh grew louder, as he was about to turn the corner to enter the toy section of the store a large rubber ball rolled out from the isle, as the child's laughter faded away.

Startled from the ball rolling past his feat, my father quickly but cautiously entered the isle. Upon turning the corner, he used his flash light to search the isle for the child. All the while noticing, that where his light had shown on the shelves and down the isle, there were toys. All of these toys were once on the shelves, high and low, and now they were all over the floor.

The toys were from the bottom shelf, top shelf, and everywhere in between, half being far too high for a child to reach on his own.

Yet still, there was no child to be found.............

My father called for the Guards, who helped, to once again, search the 2nd floor for the child that was "apparently" still in the store. Placing the merchandise back on the shelves, and further searching for the child, proved uneventful, they found no child. My Father notified the police about a child possibly still being in the store, and had the police check their records for any children reported missing in the area during the day (the police had no reported missing children in the vicinity).

After doing everything he could, my father decided to head home, after instructing the Guards, before he left, to "keep their ears and eyes open for the child" and to notify the police/him when they eventually found the child.

My father came home late that night and told my mother the story (me and my brothers we fast asleep by then, and too young to even hear the story, we heard about it years later), he also mentioned to my mother how he might have to head back to work later that night if and when the Guards found the child.

The morning came and my father still had not heard anything from the Guards, police, or the department store on the matter. It was still very early in the morning and my father called the general manager of the store (his boss) to let him know what had taken place the night before. To my fathers surprise the general manager seemed to know everything about the incident. He told my father "everything is under control, no need to worry, I will talk to you later tonight when you come in for work".

Later in the day my father headed to work at his normal time, eager to find out about the child's well being who was left in the store the night before. As he entered the building he was greeted by his boss, who asked him to come into his office.

As my father sat down, his boss began to speak "SO!....I see you ran into our littlle ghost last night!". My father now a little confused began to tell him what had occured the night before, after my father had finished, his boss said "You did exactly what we want you to do in a case like this, you did everything right, searching,notifying the police etc........". "But!, I've got to tell you about something........"

My fathers boss then proceeded to tell him a story about a little boy and his mother who come to shop at the Department Store back in the early 1950's (not too sure on the exact year, but it was around that time).

As the story goes the little boy and his mom were shopping on the second floor. As the mother was heading to the elevator with her little boy, the child let go of her hand and ran back towards the toy isle. When the mother noticed that her little boy had run away (she was already in the elevator), called for him to come back. The boy heard his mother and came running back towards the elevator. Nearing the elevator, the boy tripped, just as the doors started to close...............

Unfortunately........... the boys head was crushed between the closing elevator doors, and he was killed on the spot. (this was before they had safety doors on elevators)

My fathers boss further explained that ever since that incident, every few months, weird things would happen on the 2nd floor mainly in the "toy isle" just as my father had described.............


This was during the first few years that my father worked at the store, (so it was somewhere around 82-83) He later mentioned that this happened on more that one occasion, though he has never seen the actual "little boy ghost" every now and then he or a security Guard would be walking near the toy isle and toys would be all over the floor. Not to mention that they would hear the boy run, laugh, and play on the second floor......................................

(needless to say, this certain department store, could never keep a security guard for more then a few months)

 

[Stephaniems]

Ok I"ll toss up the ones I have or a few anyway. I can't seem more of a nut then you anyhow lol.


When I was 10 we moved out to the country on undeveloped land. To put it into perspective it took 2 months for the power poles to be ran to our house and 3 for the water pipes. Anyway we moved out in the middle of nowheresville. My sisters and I were completely freaked out by the house, our parents laughed at us and said we were making things up or just being silly and exaggerating. There were frigid areas of the house even in the middle of the summer with no A/C. Something heavy would walk up and down the hallway and towards my parents room. In the evening you always felt like something was watching you, just that uncomfortable feeling where the hairs on the back of your neck and arms stand up. My sister a year younger then me alway even up until after high school would ask that I check on her during the night in case she quit breathing, she had dreams of dying constantly if she slept in her room. And later we found out that anyone that slept in that room had the same dreams after my dad tried renting the room out when we all moved away.

When I was around 13 or 14 I got one of those old stereo's the kind with the knob dials. Didn't keep it long at all. It started out just changing the station, going from my regular station to some awful country music or talk radio, it progressed to changing to am, and from there it just went all the way crazy. At first I just thought it was the wires becoming old and crawling by themselves. That is until the damned thing came on and the dials and knobs went crazy with up and down volume all while unplugged. That was my dad's first clue that not all was well and normal in our house. It would wake everyone up in the house with blaring static and zipping back and forth music. Sort of hard to yell at your child for loud music when she's standing several feet away from the stereo and holding the unplugged cord. Not sure what I should've done with it but I burned it the next day.

It effected my middle(1 year younger) sister and I the most until everyone but my dad was out of the house. We were forever running late because our alarm clock were reset and even unplugged. Our rooms were off the hallway I talked about the thing walking up and down. We could clean up our rooms spotless and then come home to everything being off the shelves, or even better we'd be woke up by all the stuff getting knocked off at once in the middle of the night.

The strangest most weird thing that ever happend I think was when I dropped a teacup and it instead of shattering on the floor it just disappeared (I don't even like to think about that now). No thunk no crash just silence and a very puzzled me looking all over, even in crazy places for this teacup. Still gives me the heebie jeebies and it was over 15 years ago. I'll take a possessed stereo over vanishing things anyday.

A few animals we had over the years were bothered by whatever it was, not all of them but a few would do odd things in reaction. And one we even had to rehome because she couldn't take the weirdness. She was a poor calico that someone had dumped out and we took in. This cat would sit at the foot of my bed and hiss, growl and yowl while attacking the air. The only time I've seen cats act like that is if a dog or something is bothering/attacking them and they don't like it. No matter if she was taken out of my room and put in another part of the house she would end up back at the foot of my bed attacking air as far as any of us could see. I couldn't take all the nonsense with the "regular" weirdness the cat that had fits was just to much so we found her another home. A few dogs that would watch things at alert and we couldn't tell what they were alerting on and sometimes would bark at.

I really didn't realize how much stress that place put on someone till I moved away at 21, then brilliant me didn't want my dad left by himself esp since he was having health problems with lyme disease and seizures so at 23 I moved my family to the place next door to him, so I could take care of him when needed. The place we moved to, I will say did not have the level of strange that my dads place had. But it had it's moments. Toys almost constantly played by themselves (yes I know they sometimes do that normally). My son at almost 3 started talking to someone he called matthew, well after my oldest started saying a few phrases that matthew told him, I told mathew he had to leave. matthew was not very nice at all. Whats strange about this is that we do not know anyone named matthew, and none of the cartoons had that name in them either(yes I checked).
I still had the "watched" feeling in our house but not the I'm so scared I can barely breathe feeling oh let me move enough to turn on a light kinda feeling I had at my dads place.

My brother-in-law and sister would come over for dinner or just to relax and chat sometimes, but one week they stopped doing that, I asked my sister why they wouldn't come over any more. She told me her husband saw a figure of a very large man go across my front yard and through both sides of my wooden fence, through the fence not jumping/climbing it or using a gate but through it out towards the woods. I have to admit if I had been visiting and saw that I might not go back to the place either lol.


Just realized how much I wrote. I have plenty more if anyone in interested.

 

[Doberz]

There's this abandoned school near me. First, here's the story you'll find all over the net. It's also similar to what you'll hear around town about it.

"This is an abandoned boy's school off a small road in Cedar Lake. All of the boys were said to be hung, shot, and drowned by the pastor who took care of them. People have reported all the doors closing at once and hearing whispers when walking inside the school. Every once in a while, you can see boys sitting at their desks, writing in blood. Witnesses have seen orbs that will float towards them and also there is cries and screams."

I've been there 5 times. The first night we brought no flash lights. So I pulled up to the school and threw my brights on. Keep in mind, it's a 4 story school. So this barely lit anything up. We only made it down the hall before we all freaked out and just ran out. The feeling of being there and NOT being able to see anything was too much.

The second time we brought flash lights and decided to go straight for the basement. Were the kids were said to be killed. When we got down there it was a half foot of water and the steel gate was chained up so we decided to head back up to another floor to explore. On the way up, there was a plain white tee shirt with no tag, not a spec of dirt on it (the school is dirty! It's been abandoned since the 70's). So then we just walked around a bit more all freaked out. Then went to the next building over which was the theater. Oh man was this thing huge! We tried to find the way under the stage because it's supposed to be really creepy but we couldn't find the hatch.

The 3rd time we noticed the theater collapsed. A little freaky considering we were just there the week before. This time we decided to head for the roof of the school for some reason. When we got the top of the stairs there was this part were you had to duck down and take a few steps then pop up the hatch to the roof. The last person up was my ex, I was holding her hand pulling her up and something yanked her back down on to her knees then let her go. I pulled her up and she was screaming and crying. We all stayed on the roof for an hour until one of my friends started running laps across it and it started to bow in, that freaked us out thinking it could collapse like the theater did so we gutted it out and went back down and out of the school.

The fourth time, we decided to visit the one building we avoided the other times. The library. First thing you see when you walk in is that the entire place is COVERED in ripped up books. In the back there was this hallway, so we decided to explore it. At the end of it there was a closed door. We all were creeped out because every other door we came across in all the buildings was rusted open. So, I grabbed the knob and kicked it open. There was a bed frame all torn up and on it's side on the floor, with a creepy old rocking chair next to it. It felt like something was staring at us. Then, the door slowly started creeping close so we all backed up, when it was just about to shut, it stopped for a couple seconds, then slammed shut. We all jumped and stood stunned. So the next logical step was to try it again, we did it 4 times until the last time it slammed so hard a gust of cold wind hit us in and we all ran and screamed like babies, lol.

I know that's a long story. But that place is AWESOME! I haven't been there in 8 years, but there's been talks amongst a few people of possibly making one last visit to that place now that we have all these digi cams and stuff. There's no videos or pictures online of this place and I think there definitely should be. It's not a place to miss if you want to have the crap scared out of you!