Post your own ghost stories - I dare you!

[Smooth]

My fiance's Dad passed away in late March and the funeral was April 1st. This is a HUGE family; my finace' has 3 brothers and one sister and their Mother is one of 13 kids. We were all gathered at the lake where Dennis & his wife lived and twice during the evening, while Babs (Dennis's wife) and one of her kids (a different offspring each time) were in the living room, the surround sound turned itself on. The only person who ever used that gizmo was Dennis. It is a separate component and must be turned on with the remote or by pushing the power button.

The next day when we got home, neither of us felt like cooking, so we scraped together some leftovers to reheat in the microwave, which stays on a shelf in our laundry room. My man is rarely in this room; I don't let him do the laundry and we cook, we don't use the microwave often. My clothes dryer is also in this room, and that obnoxious thing has the longest, loudest, most "makes-my-teeth-itch" irritating alarm buzzer ever.

Pat's hand were full so he couldn't open the door to kill the alarm when it went off and kept sounding for easily twice as long as it usually does. I hear him cuss, drop something, then the dryer door opening. SLAM - the dryer is closed. The alarm stops, and when Pat steps away, it turns on again. He opens the door, the alarm does not stop, slams the door, the alarm does not stop, kicks the dryer, the alarm does not stop, and finally, when he turns the knob to the end position, it finally quit.

Now you can definitely explain that away with some electrical malfunction of some sort; there's nothing super amazing about that. Appliances have done weird stuff for as long as we've had appliances. The one detail that makes me think it was something odd, something possibly paranormal is a tough one to ignore.

I hadn't started any laundry for more than 2 days. The dryer was empty.

Draw your own conclusion.

 

[Maddie]

I've been here a long time and have told a lot of mine, including this one, but that was a long time ago so a few here may remember it, but I'm sure most haven't heard it . It was in January 2000 or so that this happened.



I was an Office Manager in a Doctors office...she was a specialist. We had a
death certificate drawer in there, and visits from ' Funeral Home' people
were regular and routine. Me and one other coworker were always there
alone in the mornings because our Dr. doesn't come in until afternoons. The
mornings were always quiet, it was when she and I usually did our personal stuff
online, I was often hanging out on here.


She and I were divided by a wall, each sitting at our desks when the waiting
room door chimed. Moments later, my coworker said to me, 'did you hear the
door?' and I told her yes, 'why?, no one came to the window?' I asked, as
this was located on her side of the wall. No one had she said. We peeked
slowly out at an empty waiting room and closed front door. Then slowly made
our way out and into the hallway and out the front door.

The parking lot was vacant, not a soul anywhere in sight. This was a
calm and sunny day though there was a very cold chill in the air, as it was
winter, no wind could have been responsible, there wasn't any. Well we
looked around for a bit , there are lots of trees and bushes behind the
building and we heard this low buzzing sound but were not sure where it
was coming from, we returned back into the office, a little stirred up
cause, how could the door just open like that? This was a heavy door, so
heavy that patients often couldn't even push it open.

A little later when our Dr. arrived, she came in and told us that we needed
to call 911. She had been approached on her arrival by someone living
in the house next door, which she owned, and was told that the old abandoned
car out there in the back (in the bushes) was covered in lots of flies. She said
'I think it might be Dave'.

Sure enough, when officers arrived, they discovered the body of the office
ground caretaker curled up in the front seat of that old car. We had not
seen him since Christmas in December and this was late January. We had
wondered where he had gone to and had even worried about the cold freeze
that had occurred since we last saw him, cause as far as we knew, he was
homeless, most of his personal belongings were stored underneath the house
in a basement next door that the Dr. owns. He was a really quiet man, never
said anything, ever, probably in his late 60s, and though we thought of
him as always 'creeping around' out there, collecting our water bottles
from the trashcan, etc, but he made us feel safe in a way.

Wrapping up the scene, one of the officers came in and asked us to
confirm the date, and said 'you know, its the damnedest thing, today is
his birthday'. To this day me and my coworker believe Dave's spirit paid
us a visit that day, that he was trying to lure us out to find him. (btw
he died of natural causes).

The creepiest thing ever happened next...., family no one ever knew
Dave had showed up from different states, fighting over his only
possession... the car, not as a keepsake or anything, but in order to sell
it the Dr. told us, to make a buck. This car had a huge death stain in the
seat where his body had deteriorated and a horrible smell. I always wonder
where that car ended up...and in closing, he had been cremated and his
ashes were never picked up from the Funeral Home, that was the last we had
ever heard, but Daves memory lives on at that office and I don't doubt his
spirit roams around there, still.

 

[ghost19]

ghost19 stories?? Well we are slowly teaching him how to cook ...
Oh, you mean ghost stories, not ghost19 stories. Nope, don't have any of those

Very slowly, but I'm still trying and failing for the most part. Cooking for me ranks right up there with going to the dentist....

I've got several old ghost stories. I grew up in the hills of southern Arkansas, home of the Caddo Indian tribe for thousands of years. Just about every river and other natural landmarks in the area were named by the tribe and translated over the years. The area was rife with old Native American ghost stories passed down from generation to generation. I spent a majority of my summer vacations staying with my great-grandfather, Troy. Our families went back about five generations on both sides in this area of Arkansas and he'd lived in the same house for 72 years. We used to sit out on his front porch at night and listen to baseball games on the radio while we talked. Thinking back now, he reminds me of Jud Crandall from Pet Sematary. Tall, lanky old man with an ever-present pipe parked in the corner of his mouth and the perpetual aroma of Prince Albert hanging about him. You couldn't hear any passing cars from his front porch, just the crickets, the low volume of the St. Louis Cardinals play by play announcer on the radio, the box fan in the window, and my great-grandfather's soothing voice as he told me ghost stories from the Ouachita Mountains where he'd lived all of his life. He even knew some of the Caddo language which made the stories even spookier and that much more interesting.

 

[GNTLGNT]

Very slowly, but I'm still trying and failing for the most part. Cooking for me ranks right up there with going to the dentist....

I've got several old ghost stories. I grew up in the hills of southern Arkansas, home of the Caddo Indian tribe for thousands of years. Just about every river and other natural landmarks in the area were named by the tribe and translated over the years. The area was rife with old Native American ghost stories passed down from generation to generation. I spent a majority of my summer vacations staying with my great-grandfather, Troy. Our families went back about five generations on both sides in this area of Arkansas and he'd lived in the same house for 72 years. We used to sit out on his front porch at night and listen to baseball games on the radio while we talked. Thinking back now, he reminds me of Jud Crandall from Pet Sematary. Tall, lanky old man with an ever-present pipe parked in the corner of his mouth and the perpetual aroma of Prince Albert hanging about him. You couldn't hear any passing cars from his front porch, just the crickets, the low volume of the St. Louis Cardinals play by play announcer on the radio, the box fan in the window, and my great-grandfather's soothing voice as he told me ghost stories from the Ouachita Mountains where he'd lived all of his life. He even knew some of the Caddo language which made the stories even spookier and that much more interesting.

....you were a fortunate and blessed young man....

 

[ghost19]

....you were a fortunate and blessed young man....

Yes sir he was a very interesting man.

 

[no bounce no play]

Very slowly, but I'm still trying and failing for the most part. Cooking for me ranks right up there with going to the dentist.... .

Your cooking experiences sound like mine

(dangit... Upload a File isn't working for me again It worked 30 minutes ago )

 

[ghost19]

Your cooking experiences sound like mine

(dangit... Upload a File isn't working for me again It worked 30 minutes ago )

I have a family of possums living under my tool shed that VERY much appreciate my culinary talents....or lack thereof....

 

[no bounce no play]

I have a family of possums living under my tool shed that VERY much appreciate my culinary talents....or lack thereof....

It's nice when someone likes your cooking, even if it's possums My dog thinks I'm a great cook lol.

I used to compare my cooking to a chemistry experiment gone wrong. I've pretty much given up trying to create tasty meals. The last time I tried, I ended up summoning a demon

 

[ghost19]

It's nice when someone likes your cooking, even if it's possums My dog thinks I'm a great cook lol.

I used to compare my cooking to a chemistry experiment gone wrong. I've pretty much given up trying to create tasty meals. The last time I tried, I ended up summoning a demon

lmao. I hear ya. My son often watches me attempt to cook with an almost giddy grin on his face that seems to say "Well, this should be interesting."

 

[no bounce no play]

lmao. I hear ya. My son often watches me attempt to cook with an almost giddy grin on his face that seems to say "Well, this should be interesting."

If you really want to entertain your son AND combine science with cooking, make popcorn in a pot on the stove and forget to put the cover on the pot

I did this last year and I'm still finding popcorn in hidden spaces

 

[GNTLGNT]

I have a family of possums living under my tool shed that VERY much appreciate my culinary talents....or lack thereof....

....soooooo, was there a critter rumble around yer place, and the possums kicked the raccoon's asses out of the "hood?......

 

[ghost19]

....soooooo, was there a critter rumble around yer place, and the possums kicked the raccoon's asses out of the "hood?......

I should have clarified...lol raccoons, my mind wanders, I do see the occasional possum but they aren't quite as sociable as the raccoons seem to be...

 

[Doc Creed]

Very slowly, but I'm still trying and failing for the most part. Cooking for me ranks right up there with going to the dentist....

I've got several old ghost stories. I grew up in the hills of southern Arkansas, home of the Caddo Indian tribe for thousands of years. Just about every river and other natural landmarks in the area were named by the tribe and translated over the years. The area was rife with old Native American ghost stories passed down from generation to generation. I spent a majority of my summer vacations staying with my great-grandfather, Troy. Our families went back about five generations on both sides in this area of Arkansas and he'd lived in the same house for 72 years. We used to sit out on his front porch at night and listen to baseball games on the radio while we talked. Thinking back now, he reminds me of Jud Crandall from Pet Sematary. Tall, lanky old man with an ever-present pipe parked in the corner of his mouth and the perpetual aroma of Prince Albert hanging about him. You couldn't hear any passing cars from his front porch, just the crickets, the low volume of the St. Louis Cardinals play by play announcer on the radio, the box fan in the window, and my great-grandfather's soothing voice as he told me ghost stories from the Ouachita Mountains where he'd lived all of his life. He even knew some of the Caddo language which made the stories even spookier and that much more interesting.

Excellent writing, Ghost. Great story. Our great-grandfathers would have had a lot in common, it appears.

 

[Scratch]

This is why I signed up to this place. I figured there would be stories. I love stories. they don't have to be ghost ones but any that validate my own strange experiences pique my interest.

I've told several. My favorite is the spooning ghost of room 137 in Riverhouse Motorlodge at Gatlinburg Tennessee. First ever feeling a ghost. Sadly the place burned down when a fire swept through last year. It was a great hotel ghost or no.

I've told of the limb breaking whatever it was while I was alone miles from anyone in the woods. That was odd. Unexplainable really. Okay I just hit something I shouldn't and will have to continue on another post due to the time limit. Sorry.

 

[grin willard]

Okay, I've got one. Not really a ghost story, but okay. A guy from work told me he's been having night terrors. But generally can't remember what the dream was. But that night (this was Friday morning), he did. He was lying in bed, and could see a picture on the nightstand, that he could not quite make out. And then he could hear his girlfriend behind him in bed, screaming in his ear, "Tear up the picture! Tear up the picture!" Over & over. Then, he apparently went back to sleep, because he woke up again, and his girlfriend was gone. Then he saw some shadowy movement in the corner, and a figure, a woman, rose up from the floor & began moving toward him fast, and with jerky motions. He began screaming, "Get out! Get the f--k out!" Then he wakes up. Now he thinks he must have been having that dream over & over but not remembering. It was a gloomy morning, and I got chills! I was waiting for him to ask me to go outside & check the dumpster. Like in Mulholland Drive!


Yeah, he hasn't seen it either. But he said he'd check netfliks. I'm going to see him at work tomorrow. If you don't hear from me again, you'll know what happened. Yeek.

 

[Scratch]

This one is a funny silly one which nevertheless has a strange taint to it.

I ran across or rather over (straddled) a bunny in the road. Knowing my daughter would love to have a bunny pet and seeing as he would likely be run over if left there I turned around and picked the little guy up. He fit in my hand. Sweet little guy.

We named him Thumper. Partly it was for the movie Bamby and partly it was for his disability. He had no sense of balance. I could well imagine him being abandoned by mom for the cruel balance of nature to fulfill his demise. We fed him and he thrived.

However he had to have a wall against one side or he could not get around. He made a thumping sound as he made his way along the baseboard. We let him go to do as he pleased mostly. He never made his way into the open on his own. Sometimes we held him and let him go in the open but he always made his way back to the wall where he could move with the assistance of a prop on one side.

One day my wife forgot to watch for the cat and keep him out. The cat did as cats do. A sad day. We buried Thumper in the pet cemetery out back. We did not have to miss him though. The noise continued. I thought they were having fun with me by thumping on the wall and saying it was Thumper. Sure. Right. You are doing that. No they insisted (my son and daughter). I was not falling for that. Not born yesterday this guy. Nice trick.

Then one day I was alone in the house. I heard the same thing I had been hearing for weeks and realized my kids and spouse were not just kidding me. The thumping really was ongoing the same as in Thumpers life. After that I made fun as the others to allay the creepiness of the situation. "Go to the light" we would say when we heard him. After a time we heard him no more. The last time I would have marked in my mind if I had known it would be the last but you never know. I guess the poor guy hung around two and a half months before he found the light. That balance thing hampered his efforts I guess.

A strange and sweet ghost he was. And unlike some of my experiences I could not deny him.

 

[Maddie]

My mother had helped me with several of my writings before she (unexpectedly) passed away, one was a kind of journal about Family Ghosts, documenting different encounters of relatives and deceased ancestors back to before even she or I were ever born. Encounters that had all occurrred within walls of one house over the course of a 100 years. She and I were very close, we were kindred spirits . I knew if there were a way she could reach out and let me know that she could, from there, of course she would.

I must make a long story short here as I can, a few months had passed after her funeral. I was not as emotionally broken as I would have thought, I felt a sense of calm and peace like a hug from her all around me, everyone did. Well, nearly 8 months later, something weird was happening that I wouldn't be aware of as much til later, little reality breaks, dozing off at my office, at home, I would just nod out, and then awake back up again just as quickly, but I was fine, at least I thought I was. I had always done it from time to time always burning the candle at both ends. One day, I got a call from my sister, and she said she had just received the strangest phone call at her office . It was from an ex boyfriend of mine, from a few years before, whom I had not spoken with in that period of time as well. He had reached her through google. He told my sister that he knew it would sound crazy, but that he had dreamed about our mother the night before, and she told him to ‘Go check ‘on me’’ and that it seemed very real and she was very Serious when she said that, like she really meant it. He was worried, and felt he needed to check on me.

She said ‘I have his number if you want to call him….’ and ‘are you okay?’ she asked me with a sort of giggle , and I said, of course im fine, but yes I would call him, and so I did. The dream had been disturbing to him, because she was right in his face ,and she looked real. She told him ‘You need to check on Mandy’. My office was closed that day and he no longer had my number. When he googled my name to see if I had a facebook to contact me by, what he found was my mothers’ obituary. He was shocked and stunned that she had passed away and It made his dream more disturbing to him. He said that since waking up he kept smelling something sweet like flowers , and he couldn’t hold anything on his stomach all the day. Well, this was alarming to me, at this point, in my mind Im thinking ‘omg, I hope I am okay!!!!’ and continue assuring him that I was .….

Well, just about 6 weeks later, I opened my eyes in a hospital in ICU and saw my sister smiling at me. You’ve been here for 3 days, she said. I had been knocked out and on a breathing machine. What had happened over a slow course of time my blood oxygen level had reached an all time low of near walking dead levels but because I had no apparent breathing problems, I wasn’t aware of it. My sister then said to me in the hospital room, ‘ and so That dream that Chad had about Mom, there Really Was something to that’, I shook my head , I knew. I remember nothing of the 3 days I was knocked out, but do remember some of the dreams I had in nodded moments before my sis dragged me to a hospital,. My mother, sooo close right there with me, waking up hugging her and talking out loud to her, and in one, we were even in night air looking down over streets and houses, I could never see her, but felt her presence right there beside me.

A few years passed, and it was, this past Thanksgiving, when my sister was out shopping at a random antique shop in a nearby other county, and came across a beautiful antique mantle. She recognized it instantly, our old mantle that we thought had bee. It was My old mantel that I so loved and hated to part with from the House on 13th street that had been seized and destroyed, crushed to the ground many months before that, (the house in my Dollhouse story for those who read it ) , and yet there it was! The antique dealer gave her an emotional family discount on it when she shared that it had belonged to her sister, and she blew my mind with the Surprize of its delivery!. Its like a part of that house mysteriously followed me all that time later from 13th street, some way, somehow. ; ) If you ask me and my sister, we believe our Mother knows. I may add this about the mantle as an addendum to that story, as something quite strange and surreal and magical, maybe even ghostly, that followed, long after the story ended.

 

[Maddie]

A few years passed, and it was, this past Thanksgiving, when my sister was out shopping at a random antique shop in a nearby other county, and came across a beautiful antique mantle. She recognized it instantly, our old mantle that we thought had bee

oops, that would have been .....

She recognized it instantly, our old mantle that we thought had been destroyed. My edit timed out on me there.

 

[Ebdim9th]

The lost 'object' found you .... and dreams can be odd because of how specific they are in a strange way. I had a dream that a friend of mine was in an accident and I was visiting him in the hospital. The odd thing was, why out of all my friends, him, and, why a car accident? Later, it did indeed happen.

 

[Scratch]

Okay, I've told how strange things happen in my house, how objects fall from shelves and things. Mostly I ignore them and they quit. The tin foil falling and hitting my same hand a lot was annoying but solved when I changed cabinets to a ceiling flush type. I could have just kept it some place else but damn it it's my kitchen and nothing is going to make ME change where I put things. Also a CD flying off a shelf and hitting me right at chest level and on a level trajectory was hard to ignore but mostly I just blow it off. No cabinet doors slamming or any really loud noises or anything major so it's pretty easy overall.

Some things you just get used to. Every so often from where I sit at the computer, as now, I see a shadow pass from the bathroom in the hall to the bedroom directly across from it. It's nothing you can predict so mostly you get glimpses from the corner of your eye. My wife has seen it and my cat, if he is on my lap, will suddenly tense and stare at it's passing. It's quick. I've worried it's maybe a faulty wire in the bathroom light but when I've taken it apart everything seems in order. The light never goes out entire but it's akin to a flicker. I've seen no shape of shadow but it's very much like a shadow passing of something on a mission heading across to the bedroom. Never seems to happen when I stare directly in that direction.

We used to sleep in that bedroom before we built on with never a thought. My daughter took it over when we left it and, aside from a Tarrot card moving on it's own incident I was not witness to, nothing strange happened to her there. She moved out ten years back. Nothing odd or creepy about it until I started putting my horror posters all over the walls. It's the spare bedroom now so company has to deal with that and I find it amusing. The grand kids won't sleep there but I can hardly blame them and they wind up sleeping with my wife anyway and putting me on the couch. I don't know why I don't sleep there.

Anyway, my wife's sister spent the night over and slept there. The next morning she tells me she had left the bedroom door open and the bathroom door cracked a bit as an improvised night light. Sometime early in the morning she woke up and felt something wasn't right. She looked toward the bathroom and saw a shadow figure stride across the hall and stand facing her at the foot of the bed. It then just faded away. She figured she hadn't woken completely but it creeped her out. Not enough to decide to not just go back to sleep though. I started "well we..." and got a head shaking no from my wife but the jig was up and I had to tell Sis about the shadow at that point. I wonder if she will sleep over again.