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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Narrow_Designer4653 on 2025-02-24 00:15:56+00:00.

She’s my longest and oldest friend since the fifth grade, and has always claimed she is a psychic medium who can see and talk to ghosts. Everywhere she went she said she could see them, sometimes they’re just shadows, sometimes just a presence, sometimes a full blown apparition. The one I remember most was a ghost named Jim or something who was an old man who she would see in her closet, not malevolent or anything. To me that was creepy as hell, but she always seemed unfazed. As a kid I believed it, but then grew out of it and assumed she did too. I moved states and didn’t see each other for a couple years, until I went to visit for the summer and we reunited.

We were sitting in the living room watching TV and catching up, when I popped the question jokingly- “any ghosts around?” She said there were a couple. But the one that caught her attention most was an old lady outside my mom’s bedroom. “Yeah right.” I’m going in my head. I’m a firm believer in science, psychology, and logic. I also believe that the human brain is powerful and loves to play tricks on us as projections of our own fears. I’ve always taken people’s experiences with a respectful nod and grain of salt.

I humor her, I ask her details. She says she’s some older woman from Texas, she might be related to my mom and I, and she’s Native American. I realize that this brief description fit my dead Nana. But that’s probably a coincidence, we’re in Texas, everyone has a dead grandma, and she knows my mom is part Native.

I ask her specific questions and she gets them all correct. The name of her husband, how long I knew her before she died, the gift she gave me as a baby, which of her children are dead or alive. My final straw was when I pointed to a portrait on the wall with her kids, and asked her- “which of those girls was a partygoer who always got in trouble?” And she got it right.

At this point I’m properly spooked, but am still in denial. I’ve known her for a while… is there no chance she stumbled across an old picture album? Overheard a conversation with my mom and I about her? Hell- what if I told her myself and just forgot? We’ve known each other for 8 years, there’s no chance I’ve forgotten some conversations from then?

She tells me there’s another ghost who is a man who wants to communicate. I ask him a variety of questions, pushing aside my slight unease as I’m thoroughly entertained by this whole ordeal, either she’s lying and really committed and I wanna see how far I can push her or she’s telling the truth and we’re actually talking to a ghost. Im asking questions like how old was he when he died, when did he die, what did he do when he was alive? I even jokingly asked what his type was and if he was single. We stop talking for a bit and are messing around on our phones in silence, looking down and not in each other’s peripheral vision.

I suddenly get this inexplicable chill on the right side of my neck which I ignore, chalking it up to some kind of breeze or mental thing. It was so minuscule and obsolete to me, I had no reaction or even looked up from my phone. I will say it felt different than the usual chill, it was almost concentrated- like something icy pressed against me. Then, she looks up at me, and verbatim says “I just got an image in my mind of him touching your neck.” She mimics the motion, it’s in the same side and spot right beneath my jaw… and my heart sank to my asshole. The sheer coincidence of the placement, the action, the previous shit before this- I genuinely was so freaked out. And while it’s not as major or scary as other people’s stories, it’s enough for me to question my beliefs. I still am kind of a skeptic, I chalk most things up to just be figments of our imagination. But I take people’s stories more seriously now.

A lot of people who fake being mediums and psychics usually do it for attention or money. But my friend gets nothing from it, in fact, she has a very much annoyed “just ignore it” attitude. This is what makes me things she might not be lying, she doesn’t want anything from it, and actually doesn’t talk about it a lot. She’s not trying to creep anyone out at all campfire, she’s not trying to get internet fame or scam some people into buying a palm reading at a little table. It’s just something she lives with. And goddamn, what a shitty thing to live with if she actually does.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Givemeahellyeah1 on 2025-02-23 22:22:53+00:00.

So a long time ago when I was just 4 years old, I had a imaginary friend that was named Daisy who was a young girl around 3 or 5 years old. My mom would say she would every now and then see me talking to my imaginary friend and heard her grandmothers name Daisy, but she nothing of it and thought is was probably a coincidence. fast forward years later and I'm now an adult. My aunt told me about a website called ancestry that lets you see your family tree, so like any other curious guy I had a look at my family tree and saw my great grandmother Daisy Lee H. I thought that name felt familiar and then realized that Daisy was name of my imaginary friend. I had often as an adult remember vague memories of Daisy. When I click on my great grandmother's name It led me to a couple photos of her, mostly were when she was an adult, but there was one photo that stuck out to me. It was her as a little girl, but something felt off. It was not a coincidence my imaginary friend was my great grandma. I was seated in my chair staring at the image in shock. I texted my mom about it and she freaked out. Unlike most stories on this sub reddit, this story feels like an wholesome story because I believe that my great grandma is my guardian angel or visited me when I was younger.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/LiamTolly on 2025-02-23 03:06:48+00:00.

About two hour ago in between 00:00-01:00 I had seen something in my room, earlier the day before it was my grandads birthday he had died a few years before I was born to some disease from war. I had visited his grave with my dad and grandma and suddenly my grandma had introduced me to grand grand grandparents she showed me their graves then we had left. The rest of the day I’ve felt like something has been watching me following me but nothing much I can’t sleep on nights at all and I always think I see these shadows in my room but tonight is different there’s a new one. It was a woman with a white outline looking at my wardrobe one hand pressed on it the other holding the corner I can’t stop but feeling to look that way. After 30 minutes I had popped my head underneath the covers and after 2 mins is had popped it back up, now seeing the figures head twisted staring straight at me with red bleeding eyes then disappeared. I’ve been feeling uneasy for a while so I’ve thought to tell it here to ease myself off. Could’ve i possibly brought a spirit or a ghost back to my house? Or was it all in my head? Anyone is free to tell their opinion on this.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Chriric_Rin on 2025-02-22 06:51:50+00:00.

I attended this school back in 1993-1995. It is a very old property with renovated original buildings dating back to pre-civil war era. There are so many stories you hear about. But many could be tall tales created by the students. This event however has stayed with me since it happened. To understand the story, I must give some additional info first.

There are different types of students: day students (who live locally), 5 day students (go home on the weekend), and 7 day students. I was a 7 day student.

One Saturday night, a friend and I ordered pizza and played guitar all night. At some point well after midnight, I left my room to go to the bathroom. It was at the far end of the hall on the opposite side of the building. About 30 meters. But a figure caught my eye at the closest end about 40 ft from my room door. I looked and saw a man in BDU pants brown shirt and a drill Sargent hat. His eyes were either shaded or dark. As instructed for this scenario, I requested him to ID himself. But he just stood there, motionless. I requested again, still no sign of movement, just staring. It freaked me out, so I went back in my room and told my friend what happened. So, we grabbed our baseball bats and went searching. The exit doors were old squeaky metal doors that slammed shut no matter how much you tried to be quiet. The stairs were metal plates on concrete causing a lot of noise going up or down. With no sounds made, we knew he was still in the building. After a long while of searching, we returned to my room and didn't speak about it since. Again, this was a very old building. Every step upstairs and downstairs would creak loudly. It is not improbable, but impossible to move about in that building without being heard. But there was no sound other than my friend and I. On Monday I walked up to our staff officer, sgt. Bureau, and asked if there was a new night officer matching the description I saw. He said there were no new staff members at all. To this day (30 years later) I still can vividly recall everything that night. Some months went by and I heard a story about Master Sergeant Phillips experienced a similar encounter with an apparition of a soldier in that same building. Again, there were many made up. So I went to the source. I asked him myself and he replies,"I don't understand what I saw, but he was in uniform, rolled under the bed, I turned on the light and he was gone." This guy was career with the tower of power (special forces, ranger, and airborne tabs on his uniform.) He was a man you know who had seen some shit in war or some operation abroad. Anything this guy said was truth. Even if it wasn't easy to hear. Not much shook this guy. But his event seemed to shake him to his core.

I have one other story and will share it at another time.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Ok-Character6386 on 2025-02-22 14:27:53+00:00.

Bear with me, this is a long story. It started when I was six, and lasted until I was eight. I lived in a house with my mother, my two brothers, my mother’s friend Tracy and Tracy’s boyfriend Paul along with their three boys. I was the only girl with 5 boys. This house was in a small town in Ohio.

Since I was the only girl, I had to have a room by myself while all the boys slept together in the same room. Every night, it never missed a night I was awaken terrified to a little boy screaming and crying while I would hear a woman say “Shhh, almost done”. You would think this could possibly be one of the other boys in the house and my mother or Tracy comforting them right? Wrong.

After many nights being awaken and terrified, I would start to sleep with my mother. I still remember the first time seeing this little boy. It was one night I was sleeping with my mother and she got up to go to the bathroom. I was hearing the same thing this night, so I followed her. When my mother was done in the bathroom and we was walking back into her bedroom, I look into an empty room (which isn’t a bedroom) and see a black small silhouette of a little boy standing there staring dead straight at us. I ignore it and follow my mother back to bed.

I would like to add, every night I could hear the woman walking back and forth down the hallway whispering. I remember one night I was laying there under the blankets terrified, humming to myself while the same thing happened. Out of nowhere, I hear a woman whisper into my ear “Your mine”. That morning I seen the little boy again. I was laying in bed wide awake, and I could see out the bedroom, this bedroom was at the end of the hall. You know the end of the hallway where there’s a wall? I seen the same little black silhouette of a boy come out of the wall and walk slowly down the hall, staring straight ahead of him. I would like to add that I knew each time the crying and screaming would stop.

I lived by a railroad and every time the railroad would go in the very early of the morning, all of it would stop. Fast forward a couple of months, everyone thinking little me was crazy because nobody heard or seen anything at night. Until, Paul (Tracy’s boyfriend) spoke up and said if he is up late at night by himself he would hear and see and I quote “sketchy shit”. I can’t remember any specific circumstances after the ones I mentioned above, but like I said, this happened for years. I tried to look up any information about the house, couldn’t find anything. I used to think it was just “spirits” but now that I’m older, I believe it was something darker than that.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/KiddoKujo on 2025-02-22 00:28:42+00:00.

across and a bit further up the road from my family home in England is a woodland known locally as ‘No-Joke Wood’. we used to drive past it pretty much everyday and my dad always made half-jokey comments like “you don’t joke about No-Joke Wood”, so i always had the idea that there was some funny business about that place. over the years i’d learned a few bits of info, such as a plane crash during WW2 in which the plane crashed in the woodland, killing the crew who were then buried in the next village along. a few suicides have happened in there in the past and the wood also sits atop a hill called Hangman’s Hill, named as such because it used to have a set of gallows at the peak (immediately next to the woodland entrance). I’d told some of my friends from out-of-town about this place while they were visiting, terrible idea because instead of creeping them out entirely, it more-so intrigued them.

it was about 10:30pm, there were 4 of us, and my mates made me take them to No-Joke Wood. i did so reluctantly, although i must confess that i too was also relatively intrigued and the fact i had a group with me only boosted my confidence. we enter the woodland, phone torches on, me and my mate Archie taking the lead. it’s dead silent, no sound at all bar the whistling of the wind rustling the leaves and our feet treading over the ground. we passed a certain point somewhere in the wood and must’ve disturbed the birds as one by one they all started to pipe up cawing at us from their nests. over the next few minutes, the cawing became louder, more intense and denser as though more and more birds were awakening and expressing their frustration to us until it reached a point where it sounded more like distress or panic as opposed to anger and annoyance. it was loud to the point where we couldn’t even hear each other speak. as you can imagine, the near-pitch-darkness or a phone-torch-lit woodland combined with the sound of hundreds of anxious birds cawing at 100% volume in our ears very quickly became very unsettling.

we’d reached a clearing in the woodland and stopped. i felt a very strange, unexplainable energy of sorts projecting itself from the North-West direction to my position, my other mate Ellie felt this too. we all kinda read each other’s minds and quickly agreed to turn back and leave. Archie and i were at the back and after a few steps we both heard what i can only describe as what sounded like someone wearing a large boot attempting to aggressively kick a tree stump, but their foot slipped and the sole dragged across the tree instead. it was loud, like immediately behind us, we even heard it over the birds. being real, we shit ourselves and bolted out of those woods full-steam. at some point on the way out, while we were still in the woods, the birds randomly stopped. like, they didn’t phase out, they quite literally went from 100 to 0 in a millisecond, so quickly and bluntly that it felt like a smack to your ears. my ears were ringing afterwards.

now, if you’ve ever read about Missing411, some of this next shit might sound a little familiar…

i shared this story with a few friends from the village and they told me about a time they were in those woods taking shrooms and listening to music. in this one song they heard a woman screaming, which confused them as they’d never heard this before. they replayed that section of the song and heard nothing. freaked them out so they left.

a few months later, at Halloween, i posted in the local community facebook page enquiring as to whether any locals had had any paranormal experiences anywhere in the village. this one dude, who actually went to school with my dad, left a comment about an experience from the time while he was in the army. he used to go on runs in the morning around the village, and this one time he decided to go through No-Joke Wood. when he reached the middle of the woodland, something compelled him to stop and slow down, and as he did so he developed a sense of tunnel vision, then described the sound of a woman screaming, loud enough that it could’ve been in his ears but sounding distant at the same time. he never enter the woods again and, if i’m being real, when i read that comment it lowkey gave me a little anxiety.

another thing to note: i’m a Type 1 Diabetic, and anytime i’ve been in close proximity to No-Joke Wood for a prolonged amount of time, my blood sugar has randomly dropped and i’ve gone hypo. this has happened a few times, whether i’ve been walking past the woods on the way to/from somewhere and also during that time we actually went into the woods. now, i could put this down to coincidence, however i’ve had it before where my blood sugar has gone from 22 to 3 in under a minute, which just DOESN’T happen, and i’m typically very good at controlling my blood sugar too.

very strange

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Werewolf-girl33 on 2025-02-21 20:46:08+00:00.

My name is Cheyenne and this happened back when I was around 8 or 9 years old. I was laying in my bed watching TV way past my bedtime around 12am when I heard someone coming up the stairs so I turned off my TV and rolled over pretending to be asleep.The steps continued into my room and I heard heavy breathing over me no talking just heavy breathing. I didn't move then after what felt like ages they left and I saw the bathroom light turn on in the hallway but didn't hear any steps going back downstairs. I asked my parents if they came up to check on me that night but they both said no. I was going to chalk it up to a bad dream but the bathroom light was still on an I didn't turn it on so who or what did?

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/GhostStories3 on 2025-02-18 01:55:44+00:00.

This first story is the most prominent in my brain and I think it’s the oldest as well. But throughout the years it has stayed with me the longest and is the first thing I think of when anyone mentions paranormal encounters of any kind. I, by myself, don’t attract ghosts. In fact if there are ghostly things happening and I walk into the room they normally stop. I do not get chills easily, I am also more than happy to go to a haunted house because I want something to happen. I just think ghosts don’t find me very fun. I don’t give the reaction they want. I have played with many Ouija boards and have owned them myself. They don’t scare me and don’t work well if I touch them.

For the sake of this story however I had not played with any of that stuff or realized just how much none of this actually liked to mess with me. All of these stories on this account are because my friend’s house or my friend was super haunted at the time. I would only ever experience these things with her or her brother. Never by myself.

To set up the scene, I am about 10 years old. My best friend at the time (Z) is about eight and her brother (D) is thirteen. My brother (J) is also about fourteen and is best friends with D. They often had congruent sleepovers about the same time I would with Z. So to split up the older kids from the younger kids, one group would get the downstairs living room and the other group would get the upstairs. This night it was just me and Z having a sleepover, so we got to pick where we stayed and we happily chose downstairs.

The layout of the house wasn’t anything special but it is worth noting for this story. The front of the house had two points of entry, the front door and the garage door. The front door held a large frosted glass pane surrounded by dark wood. A strip of tile made up the walkway from it passing through a good sized dining area, past that there was a staircase to the left and the garage door to the right. Then the kitchen directly beside the stairs and the large living room on the side of the garage. They had a TV in an old entertainment center on against the wall to the garage and two couches in front. The kitchen was an open layout with cabinets lining the back wall and the fridge closer to the living room. All this is important for later.

Before this first sleepover I did not know the house was haunted. I hadn’t heard any stories from Z because we honestly hadn’t been friends all that long yet. I met her through my brother but we because fast friends. I remember us raiding her pantry of literally all the snacks we could find and playing Digimon for most of the night. Her parents really didn’t care what we did as long as everything was cleaned up afterward. Most of the night went well and like stupid kids we tried to stay up as late as possible. Telling stories and messing with each other. I believe it was around two in the morning we were both getting pretty tired but determined not to sleep. And suddenly we heard someone come down the stairs.

We both expected to either see D or possibly their dad. But nothing was there, it was just the sound of shoes on carpet. Then those shoes began to tap along the tile and we followed the noise with our heads. There was only the light of the TV screen but after the sound passed the threshold of the kitchen we could see a fully formed black figure. It was much too thin to be anyone in her family. It was honestly too thin to be a person. But it walked along towards the sink, walking towards the pantry on the left before turning around.

Then it started a slow walk, opening every cabinet as it passed them. It’s back(?) faced us the entire time. As if it was searching for something it opened the top cabinet then knelt down to the bottom and opened that too. Me and Z could only sit stunned. We didn’t know what to do, but I remember being convinced it was her dad despite us not seeing anyone walk down the stairs. So I called out his name. The shadow stopped at the fridge, it’s head turned to me before it opened the fridge. As soon as the light turned on it was gone.

Me and her didn’t sleep that night. It took us a good twenty minutes to muster up the courage to go over there and shut the fridge. But that was one of the longest encounters with a ghost I have ever had. It took it’s time opening everything up. We did almost get in trouble because we didn’t want to stick around and close up everything. Like every kid we just wanted to huddle under some blankets and pretend everything was fine. Which was pretty much what we did until the sun came up.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/EclispedGriffy on 2025-02-20 23:08:40+00:00.

So I'm pretty sure I have a few ghosts (or echos idk the difference) at my current job, I've been at my job for almost 2 years now and have been seeing quite a few things pretty constantly. It first started with a singular ghost who would just stand reasonably close to me watching me work but would always be in a place no person could physically be, he looked like a older man probably in his 60's dressed in trousers, button up, average build and height, shirt and a sweater vest but his face seemed blurred every time I tried to look at him and would often vanish as I looked directly at him, I could watch him if I used my peripheral but other than watching.

The second ghost is quite similar to the first in how he acts, just standing and watching but like to do it behind curtains and windows, he's a shorter rounder man who is dressed in work clothes always standing with his hands behind his back.

Neither of these two bother me as they just watch me work, like it is startling as I'm not expecting it but I get no bad vibes from them.

The third ghost is much more active and interactive, the first time I encountered him he was full tilt sprinting at me from my right as I was sitting working at my bench, I first caught the movement out of the corner of my eye and by the time I turned to face him he was in my face and suddenly was gone, for context my welding bench is in the back right corner of the room and facing the door, there is a added on storage room which you have to walk 3-5 foot from me to get past into that storage area so I'd know if someone was there. Very often when I see this one I get bad vibes, he turns off my equipment while I'm using it, knocks stuff off my table that's behind me and makes low grumbling noises which are right in my ear that are loud enough to hear over all the machines. Often when this ghost is about I can see little shadow like creatures scittering about on the floors and walls, these little things don't seems to activately fo anything but always appear with the more active ghost.

There may be more at my work but it's not always easy to tell, I know there are certain areas of work that give me major heeby-jeebies which I pay attention to as I've had several past experiences which presences that were malicious.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Boring_Thought_6082 on 2025-02-21 01:50:37+00:00.

i used to work at the red fox inn in middleburg virginia. the inn used to be the confederate calviery commander john mosbys headquerters, one night i was working as a waiter when 4 men come through the door i ask if they want a table of 4 and they say there are only 3 of us. the other waitress came over and asked if they wanted a table for 4, and they said there only 3 of them again.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/populkind on 2025-02-20 13:22:45+00:00.

You ever have a ghost walk by and you're like, “Okay, I know you're dead, but do you really need to look that put together?” It’s like they haunt you just to show off their impeccable taste in old-timey suits. Meanwhile, I’m over here trying to avoid making eye contact with the fridge for the 50th time today. Anyone else?

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/ma8248856 on 2025-02-20 03:39:05+00:00.

So my house was built by my great grandparents in the 60s. My family now lives in it. It's me, my mom, my stepdad, my sister, and my stepbrother every other weekend. We've lived in this house ever since my great grandmother passed away in 2019, but these mimics started to happen recently. At first, it would be my mom calling my name, and then I go to it and no one is there. I'll ask her about it and she would say she never said anything. Vice versa with her. But recently it's gotten worse. A few weeks ago I spent the night at a friend's house. When my friend dropped me off no one was home because my sister had a competition. My mom told me she would stop and get me food on her way home. She called me when my stepdad pulled up in the driveway. When she was unlocking the door she heard me tell the dogs to back away from the door, but when she opened the door I wasn't even in the living room. Our house is basically a very long hallway. One end is the front door and the other end is my room so it takes me a minute to get to the front door. Even if I was heading to the front door I wouldn't have reached it in time. My stepdad says he heard me at the door too. Then last night my mom said she heard me again. She got up to use the restroom at what she thinks was around 2 am. When she was in the bathroom she heard me singing and walking toward the bathroom (I like to randomly burst out in song so this isn't unusual) so she told me she would be out in a minute but when she left the bathroom I wasn't waiting on her. She looked into my room and I was dead asleep. I don't know why this mimic likes to mimic me the most but it is creepy. My sister says she will hear my voice in her room a lot. My great grandmother did pass away in the house but I doubt it's her because this feels evil.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Embarrassed-Ruin-195 on 2025-02-18 18:48:38+00:00.

Going back when I was 6, we lived on a house rent here in the Philippines. Many people were saying that our house was haunted by a family who was massacred in the past, some say that there was also a demon living in our house, and some says that our house is said to be unlucky. We didn't believed about it and we don't have a choice because that house was the cheapest house rental we could find since we have a financial problem that time. When we moved there, it was just fine and cozy not until weeks had passed when we started experiencing paranormal activities such as turning the lights on and off, seing a white lady standing on top of the stairs and sitting on a ceiling fan, a old man sitting in front of our house, hearing strange footsteps, children laughing, sudden disappearance of things, etc. We were spooked out by it because that was the first time me and my parents experienced those paranormal activities.

Until one time, when my mom was on the second floor folding clothes. I can still remember it clearly that she ordered me to bring her glasses from the living room to the second floor. I was just climbing the stairs when suddenly i saw a hands on the stairs, i was shocked to see a pale white hands but it suddenly disappears. When i was about to continue to climb upstairs, someone pulled my clothes that results me to fell down the stairs that results me to have stitches on my head and i was in coma for a whole week. My last memory before i lost consciousness is that my mom was rushing down the stairs to get me and i saw someone behind her back but can't clearly remembers it's figure and face, it feels like it was blurred from my memory.

So yeah... Until now I'm still overthinking and wondering whether who was the one that pulled my clothes, wanting me to fell down the stairs.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/MrBombastic117 on 2025-02-18 17:21:41+00:00.

Hello everyone, Last night I was cycling back from a night shift at 3:15am. I'd just got back into my village, an old place with a rich history. I was cycling and suddenly got very cold and shivery, I was not cold before so it wasn't just that it was cold out. I'm not one to believe in ghosts but I saw a figure walking along the road and as soon as he saw me he hopped back behind a fence thinking I wouldn't see him, as I passed he started walking back onto the pavement just looking at me. He was dressed in what I would describe as early 1900s farmers clothing, flat cap and tweed jacket. He looked to be around 80 years old, anyway you may be thinking this is just a normal old man, but this is where it gets interesting. As I turned around to take another look he was gone, this was in like 3 seconds between me looking forward and then turning round to look at him. There was no alleyways or streets near to where he was so it's not that he could have gone down an alley way. I've never had a ghost encounter and would usually never in a million years believe in them but this has really made me question things. I've gone over it in my head all day and the only explanation I can find is paranormal. This is a small village and I know most faces and it begs the question even if it wasn't paranormal, why was an old farmer out in the freezing cold at 3am walking along the streets?

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Goldskol95 on 2025-02-18 03:56:38+00:00.

So this last summer someone who was like an uncle to me who i grew up with died. We visited him in the hospital for months until he passed. So after the funeral we were cleaning up his apartment and i was in his bathroom and the lights flickered on and off so fast and it felt like he was there since i was talking about him to my mom. Do you think he was trying to say something? My only experience like that

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/s0larspell on 2025-02-17 21:24:20+00:00.

My sister is 6 years older than me (23F) so when I was in middle school she was a year or two out of high school. At the time she lived in an apartment close by that was kind of weird. The building was split up, the downstairs was a family business, and the upstairs was split in two, one half being our mom's studio and the other half my sister's apartment. She was the only person living in the building.

She had some creepy experiences there. She described hearing footsteps and sounds of people moving around downstairs in the middle of the night. There was a cuckoo clock downstairs that was broken, and had no batteries anyway. She said that she would hear it go off in the middle of the night, around 3am.

One day I was hanging out with her in the apartment and we smelled something foul, like absolutely rotten. The smell was coming from the kitchen area and we could not for the life of us find the source. We took out the trash, sniffed everything in the fridge, nothing.

There was a long narrow closet in the kitchen that was unfinished, it had extra construction materials from when the apartment was renovated (some planks of wood and nails). My sister just used it to store her bags of recycling, but we decided to check it anyway in case an animal had somehow gotten in and died or something.

We opened the closet and saw something we hadn't seen before tacked onto the back wall, but couldn't see it completely in the dark. My sister and I were both scared to go closer, so of course she made me go to the back of the closet to grab it. I ran and snatched it off the wall and ran back to see what it was. It was a small piece of paper (about the size of a book page), with a smiley face draw in what looked like purple crayon. The paper was old, yellowed, and stiff like it might break apart if you weren't careful. We decided to call it Happy-Smiley.

She claimed that it had never been there before, but it was way too old to have been put there recently. We also couldn't think of anyone that had been in the apartment that would/could have put it there. My sister was clearly scared so I don't believe it was her pranking me (if she was she never came clean). We also noticed that the rotten smell was gone after I grabbed the paper off the wall.

We took the piece of paper to my grandparents' house to ask them if they knew anything about it and our grandma took the paper and threw it in their wood stove (she's quite religious and did not want to have anything paranormal or related in her house lol). We worried that this would anger whatever was in the apartment. Luckily it never escalated, but my sister and I continued to have weird experiences in the building.

I worked at the business on the bottom floor and constantly felt like I was being watched when I was the only one in the building. I also heard weird noises from the studio above me and the back room. One time I heard the sound of something glass shattering (I thought it was the huge mirror we had at the time), but when I checked the whole downstairs there was absolutely nothing out of place or broken.

It was an old building so I'm sure some of these experiences can be explained away, but we still have no clue where Happy-Smiley came from.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Dagobot78 on 2025-02-17 01:26:00+00:00.

I work in a hospital and recently found out that that there are all sorts of ghosts in a hospital but people don’t talk about it because they are afraid of being labeled as crazy…. Well I’m here to talk about them.

Story 1:

I was working a night shift in the ED as a resident. The night crew was awesome and we cleared the place out by 2am. I was sitting there with my attending, charge nurse, secretary, rad tech and 3 nurses as we all BS’d. One of the nurses had a “sixth sense” if you will and would talk about a little girl who would run out of room 17 and run into the med room that was between room 17 and 18. (For visual sake, our ED was set up like a fish bowl back then… large square with us in the middle and all rooms have 1 door opening to the middle and we all sat in the fish bowl where everyone could see us, and we could see them).

On this night i was about 3 or 3:30 and we were disbelievers of this little girl running back and forth between the rooms. Some of us, including myself, made some pretty snarky comments about it being bullshit and ghosts don’t exist. I think one of the guys was even making fun of the alleged little girl that ran back and forth saying she should do some work if she’s going to be here and hand out some meds or clean some bedpans. We all had a good laugh. Now, at that time, we are sitting in the fishbowl and are facing rooms 9,10,11 with rooms 17,18 and 1 behind us. The lights in the ED suddenly flickered. We thought it was Jimmy playing a trick on us as he was by the light switch and he swears he didn not touch the lights. Someone made a comment that was not so nice about the little girl spirit. Just then, from behind us in room 18, we heard a crashing noise, like something made of heavy plastic just fell and shattered.

We all turn around like “what the fuck”. And we all slowly made our way to room 18. No one was behind us, no patients no staff no one, just us in the fishbowl. When we got to room 18, the big 18-20 inch circumference plastic clock that was handing on a nail on the wall at the top of the room that no one could reach, was on the floor. So me being one of the first people in the room yells out - the clock fell off the wall and is in pieces...

The charge nurse was like - ah those nails suck, it probably just fell off, it’s just coincidence. Then i told him, NO you need to come see this. The room is a rectangle with an ED Bed in the middle the bed matches us with the shape of the room short ends go North and south (door south) and long ends match long walls. The clock was nailed on the East wall, high in the room. If it fell off the wall, one would logically expect it to be in pieces on the floor by the East wall… the clock was actually found in pieces on the base of the west wall directly across from where it was hung up and there was an ED bed in between so we know that fucker didn’t roll there… something had lifted it off the nail and thrown is across the room to the other wall where all the pieces were… nothing, not 1 pieces was on the east wall.

That night we stared and tried to figure out how this damn clock got over the bed and landed across the room… the final convulsion that everyone agreed on - it was thrown by something across the room… most of us think it was the littler girl….

That’s the day i became less of a skeptic.

Thank you.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Lower-Mention-4501 on 2025-02-16 09:02:01+00:00.

My aunt's house is haunted, she had stuff happen to her almost all her life. The paranormal activities usually center around her but many of the family members (it's a big joint family), even guests, had their fair share of encounters with whatever resided in their house.

I've only ever visited their house during some family functions or other festivities, so usually it was full house with lots of hustle and bustle, so I myself never had any first hand experience there. But I'd like to share some stories about it.

This happened 10 or so years ago. The bed in my aunt's room was pushed against a wall. She slept at the wall side while my uncle took the open side. Whenever she needed to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, she'd have to cross uncle's sleeping form to climb down the bed. Both of them were quite tall and large in size. So you can imagine the whole ordeal had a bit of fanfare to it.

One night, my uncle woke up to my aunt slipping past him and climb down the bed, the bed shaking a little and everything. It was dark so he couldn't make out much and was ready fall back asleep.

Only, he remembered that my aunt wasn't even there to begin with. She had come to visit our family and stayed with us for a couple of days. My uncle was sleeping alone on the bed. As soon as he realised the fact, he quickly sat up in panic and turned on the bedside lamp.

There in the middle of the room, he saw someone standing, their whole body covered in a thick layer body hair that looked more like fur on a bear. And the thing/entity looked over their shoulder towards my uncle. They had the exact face as my aunt. They smiled at my uncle wearing my aunt's face and then ran out the room. Shaken to the core, my uncle gave a chase, he had no idea what or who he was seeing. But when he made it to the living room the thing was gone entirely.

Two months later, a maid who used to work for my aunt in the past, came to pay them a visit, exchange some pleasantries etc. They were all talking and eventually the fact that my uncle had seen a furry spirit came up in the conversation. Hearing the story, the maid started to shake in fear. She grabbed my aunt and confessed that she had also seen a similar thing when she was working for them:

They have a outdoor kitchen and a conjoined area for washing and cleaning with a well. One night after a very late dinner, the maid was washing all the dishes near the well. Every other member of the family had gone back to their own rooms at that point. It was a cold night and she was all alone. Suddenly she felt someone was there. When she looked over, she saw a figure covered in fur from shoulder to feet, but its face was exactly like my aunt's. She was so scared she ran back to the house.

And it was apparently the whole reason she quit her job at their house in the first place. She never told anyone because she thought no would believe her.

This is the scariest thing I've ever heard and it spooks me every time I remember. There's actually a third encounter with the same entity and same sight, but maybe that's a story for next time.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Longjumping_Debt722 on 2025-02-15 14:36:02+00:00.

My childhood cat we had for 16 years was put to sleep in November due to old age. He was my moms cat for the most part. He mostly only liked her so therefore spent the most time with her; so she would have known everything about him. For example, his fur pattern: he was a tuxedo cat and the white patch on his mouth was crooked but in a weirdly specific way. The way he was built: he was a slim cat, not under fed but you could see his bones in some places, especially his shoulders. The way he moved when he walked: I don’t know how to describe it but it’s very specific to say the least. My point is, he’s a really specific looking cat to the point it would be really challenging to recreate a picture of him in your head. One day my mom came home from work after he was put down, and she was going to our hallway and I heard her gasp and went to see what happened. She was shaking with her hand over her mouth cause she saw our cat, our specific cat walking down the hallway. Everything about him was exact down to his misshapen eyebrows pattern. You’re probably gonna say “it’s her just in denial” but it wasn’t it was a month later, after we had gone back to normal. And I didn’t see it that time but I constantly saw him in the corner of my eye, thought I saw him laying down in his very specific favorite sleeping places and poses. Call me crazy, but I genuinely think I saw the ghost of my cat. My dad said we’re going insane and just miss him. I don’t think that. And me and my mom have seen ghosts before and we do believe in it. What do you think?

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/fly-withme on 2025-02-15 19:26:24+00:00.

As a teenager I started to wonder about what happens after we die. I started to believe that people just are religious because of the fear of nonexistence, because how can we have a consciousness without having a brain?

At the time we lived in a house separated into two apartments. Me, my mother and my sister lived on the second floor. The house was old, so one could hear most things happening in the house, including when someone walked in the door downstairs and up the stairs to our apartment. My sister was on her way home from work and me and my mother was sitting watching TV waiting for her to come home. I wanted to discuss the topic of life after death with my mother, so a bit out of nowhere I bursted out "I don't believe in ghosts". My mom did not reach to think about what I just said or answer, because the second I had said it, we heard someone walk inside downstairs. We then heard someone walk a bit slow up the stairs. We looked at each other, and then I said "oh, name of my sister is coming home" and when what I believed was my sister had reached the top of the stairs, something fell down in the hallway inside of our apartment. I immediately got up and went to the door, opened it and looked and there was no one there in the hallway. I walked down the stairs, and the door downstairs was closed and there was no one there. I was very baffled, so I walked around the entire house and checked the garden etc, and no one was there! So I went back upstairs. When I got inside, I could see that is was an angel that (probably my mother had hanged up) above the door that had fell down from the nail it was hanging on. I walked into the living room and said to my mom that no one was there! She said "the thing you said about ghosts, never say that again!". Both me and my mom felt that this must have been a spirit showing me that they really do exist.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/WoodenSprocket on 2025-02-15 13:35:57+00:00.

This happened a few days ago. Right now I am living in a small Nebraska town with a small community hospital. I was visiting a friend in the ER. They were in a double room and I needed to use the bathroom, but it was in use by the other patient. So I asked a nurse where another bathroom was. She pointed down the hall, said take a right at the end and it will be 3rd door on the right. Cool. So I trotted down there. Took a right and notice and old woman sitting in a blue wheelchair trying to go into a room, all I could see was the back of her head barely poking over the top of the back of the wheelchair and her arm out reached grabbing the door handle.

I froze right there. I got this burning sensation in the pit of my stomach like something was off. I slowly just turned around and started walking back to the room. Before I got back around the corner I looked back and lady and wheelchair were gone. I was thinking no way in hell did that old lady get in the room that fast. I go back to my friend's room and the other person was out of the bathroom. So I used it.

Anyway, one of the nurses came into check on my friend and I told her about the old lady. The nurse turned white as a ghost herself and said, "Oh my god, you saw our resident ghost and that was the room she died in." Oh gees I thought. Oh it gets good. She told her co-workers and everyone it seemed started coming into the room and talking about the ghost lady and their encounters. One of the nurses said the ghost had once grabbed a patient and asked her to go in the room to get her yellow flowers. It was just such an odd moment that we all were bonding over this ghost lady.

Another nurse said she had died of cancer and was waiting on her son to visit but he never showed up. We pretty much all agreed she is waiting still for her son to visit. Yeah, that made me pretty damned sad. Poor lady.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Gelnhausenjim on 2025-02-15 12:44:05+00:00.

Ok, this is my mom's story and she has told it to me for decades with no deviation. My mom's a Boomer, born in 47. After WW2 my grandparents lived in a farmhouse in South NJ. So it is circa mid 50's. In the house are my grandparents, my mom's older brother, my mom and my mom's younger brother. For the story, my grandparents worked and looked after my mom's younger brother, who was a toddler, my mom's oder brother was into cars and girls. My mom was into dolls and such. She had the whole attic of the pre revolutionary War farm house to play. She had tea parties and her dolls. She said she would play, leave it a mess and go downstairs for chores or what not..when she went up the next day, the dolls were in their seats and the tea set would be on the table, everything all nice and neat. She never deviated from the story. No parent would go.up to the attic to straighten it up and neither would the brothers. Just thought you'd like to hear something that is puzzling. The house was pre revolutionary war and was torn down to make way for a mall in the early 60's. It was on roughly 20 acres in Camden County NJ.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Positive_Ad_482 on 2025-02-15 10:24:43+00:00.

I work at a bar and closed alone. When I was bringing down furniture, it sounded like a woman screamed / moaned from inside the cooler in our basement. I have never been that afraid or heard something I couldn't obviously explain away. My coworkers said they've had items thrown at them, possessions go missing, and random music being played. Thinking back, tonight a song kept playing even though it wasn't on our playlist. No one queued it, and our jukebox was muted, we couldn't figure out why it kept playing this weird song that started with sounds of a woman moaning / screaming. Realizing maybe the two were connected sent me down a spiral, and I could use some advice, or someone to tell me it's not possible. Thanks

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Useful_Cow8575 on 2025-02-13 23:22:23+00:00.

As some of you may have seen my other post of the female we seen at the camping site, then began having experiences at home… these experiences have still continued. The footsteps down the hall. My sons gf woke up seeing this woman looking down at my son. She witnessed this once, then my son woke up to her looking at him as well. The 3rd time my son got home from work and thought he saw his gf sleeping on the bed, went into the bathroom, came back the girl was gone. He went to look for his gf and she was walking the dog and hadn’t been in bed.

My wife and I have been announced loudly, you are not welcome here. We have prayed loudly. We have not yet Sage the house but plan to do more research and do so. A few nights ago, my sons girlfriend had found out she was pregnant. It is also a teen pregnancy, and the night before she found out my sons girlfriend was in the shower and she explained it as the feelings of someone tracing their finger tips across her stomach. She said it was super faint and it felt like as if something was crawling on her. The next day she took a test for her own reasons and found out she was pregnant.

This may be a long shot but does anyone think this could be related or a reason for this to be happening or a reason this thing seems interested in my son? Also anymore advice on this situation would be greatly appreciated. Thank you

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Ok-Conversation1854 on 2025-02-11 16:45:46+00:00.

When I was seven years old, my brother and I shared a room with a bunk bed—I slept on the top. One night, at around 2:40 AM, I woke up and looked out the window, only to see something that still haunts me to this day. In the distance, across a block, there stood a hunched-back woman with long black hair and no visible face. Every time I looked directly at it, it seemed to be running toward me, but when I looked at it through my peripheral vision, it ignored me entirely. This terrifying pattern continued for a while until, at around 3:30 AM, it suddenly ran toward a nearby house for a solid second, as if someone else had seen it—probably another child. Not long after, a car drove by as people were starting to go to work, and the creature chased after it briefly before stopping and remaining in the field. I was frozen in fear, unable to process what I was seeing. It wasn’t until 4:20 AM that the entity finally turned around and walked back toward the forest it had come from, but even as it left, it kept its head turned toward me, staring as it disappeared into the trees.

Years later, my brother started playing in that same forest, and when I went to check it out, nothing seemed unusual, but the place gave off a strange, unsettling feeling. That same night, we went back and saw what looked like a dog or a coyote standing there, watching us. When I turned on my camera’s night vision, its eyes glowed, but what disturbed me most was that it never moved—not even to breathe. It was as if it wasn’t truly there. I’ve never told my family about my experience, but I don’t believe this will be my last one. We’re moving to a new property with a lot of land, surrounded by a forest, and I have this strong feeling that something is out there, waiting. If I can find a charger for my VHS camera, I plan to document anything strange that happens, because deep down, I know this isn’t over. I'm not sure what the thing could've been, and it doesn't scare me as much anymore but it still gives me goosebumps.