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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/QuadDamagePodcast on 2025-07-02 00:20:08+00:00.

I've only ever had one experience happen to me, though my mother tells me that she and my uncle used to live in a haunted house when she was younger, and my uncle would be taunted by eyes watching him from the darkness in his bedroom.

My when I was in my late teens, my grandfather lived on his own, and because he was in bad health, I stayed with him and slept on his couch and would walk to college in the morning or get the bus if he gave me money to get a weekly ticket. Which he almost always did. One night he was away, and I was alone in his place, and I was woken by noise upstairs. It wasn't malevolent noise, but rather like a gathering of people that were having a party.

It went on for about 15 minutes, and the noise got louder as more people joined the party, and it became such that I was looking up at the ceiling from the couch in an 'empty' home, listening to what seemed like 100 people loudly having some sort of ball above me, laughing and joking, stamping on the ceiling, moving tables etc, with the muffled sounds of their talking coming down through the roof.

After about 15 minutes of it, I was too creeped out to sleep, so I got up, got dressed, and walked out of there, straight to my uncle's house 10 minutes away - where he was surprised to see me at his door at the crack of dawn, but obviously welcomed me in.

The problem was, my grandfather lived in a bungalow.......there was no upstairs.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Gaddie83 on 2025-07-04 20:18:30+00:00.

During a good portion of my teens, the house I used to live in was haunted. Not by one but several different entities.

And not all of them were nice.

I wouldn't blame you for thinking that our house in Ealing (London) had a long history with people dying in the home. And not wanting to move on to the otherside.

Yet this was not the case. As far as I know, nobody who lived in that house ever died there. Instead the entities can be said to have been invited in.

This was done by my brother (who was only a few years older) thought it would be fun to dabble with the ouija board. Of course this was done in private, away from the eyes of myself or my parents.

During the time it was haunted, small things like keys, TV remote control, etc would go missing. Only to return in a place where they are not only obvious to see but in a place they shouldn't be.

For example, the TV control would disappear from the front room, only to appear upstairs in the middle of one of the beds. No way none of us would have moved it up there.

On top of this, there would be areas around the house where the temperature would suddenly drop. And I don't mean like the temperature in the whole room would suddenly feel colder. I mean like one small corner of the room.

Weirder still, the location where the temperature was colder would remain fixed for periods at a time. So it certainly wasn't a brief, one off phenomenon.

My mum seemed to have more paranormal encounters in that house than I did. And after a few years of this, she called in a psychic to communicate and remove any ghosts.

Apparently there were 4 entities in the house. 3 were good natured but had somehow remained trapped by the fourth one. This one being a nasty, aggressive man who enjoyed causing mischief.

During the time the psychic was at our house, she managed to free the three harmless entities who purportedly went happily into the light. The fourth one, (the nasty man) obviously was not happy with this.

Yet after some struggle between the psychic and this final entity, it was expelled from the house. And literally the next day, the energy in that house returned to a more positive one.

I am not sure if this is what you mean by a ghostly encounter but it is the truest one that I have.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Gaddie83 on 2025-07-05 10:49:20+00:00.

A good friend of mine had a paranormal experience a number of years ago. He was driving back home late at night along a country lane (like me, he lives in the UK).

Anyhow as he was driving along, he saw up ahead in his headlights what looked to be a teenage girl dressed in 1980s clothing. She was sitting by the side of the road, curled up into a ball, with her head in her arms.

As my friend approached, he mentioned how he got a feeling of despair and depression wash over him. Part of him was naturally concerned as to why this girl was out in the middle of nowhere at this time of night.

Yet the really weird thing was to happen as his car approached alongside her. For she seemed to just fade away ‘like disappearing into the surroundings.’

It was at that point my friend says he noticed another weird thing. Just a few feet behind where this ghostly girl was, there seemed to be some black void. Whilst he admits that it was dark anyhow, this black void was exceptionally darker: so much so that it stood out.

As he saw this void, the feeling of despair and depression quickly changed to a sense of fear and despair. Like it was really dark and unpleasant, and he had the sense to get away as quickly as possible.

A few moments later and his vehicle had passed by where both this girl and the void thing were. Yet looking in his side mirror, he couldn't see either of them.

Plucking up the courage a few hundred feet down the road, he turned the vehicle around and headed back. Only to find neither the girl nor the void were there.

He swears that at the time this happened, he was wide awake and never felt so concerned by the whole experience.

Have any of you ever come across a haunting which has this black void (formless blob shape he described it as) in it?

Love to hear your response if so.

Ps - I did ask him if it could have been a shadow person he saw yet he said he didn't think so. For it was no way in the shape of a person.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/GalacticSonder on 2025-07-03 17:34:00+00:00.

I was up north for a trip in my late twenties (2019). Me, my best friend, and a group of 10 total. Four cars. Same hotel and I shared a room with my bestie. Barbecues, bonfires, fishing — the usual stuff you do on a trip like that.

But one night, almost everyone went to bed early. Me and my closest friend stayed up by a small fire on the beach. It’s so dark there, you can’t even see the water — you just hear it. Even with a fire burning, it’s just black.

After an hour or so, we got hungry. Most of the food was in another room, but we were too lazy to wake anyone up. We decided to grab McDonald's — the only one still open was across the Mackinac Bridge in the Upper Peninsula.

It was around 2:30 a.m.

Crossing the bridge at that hour felt… weird. Quiet. Still. There was no traffic, no lights — just the towering structure of the bridge itself. The kind of eerie calm you can’t explain.

We crossed into the UP, just two guys in a truck. No distractions. No intoxication. Just empty roads and the sound of the tires humming over pavement. At first, everything felt fine.

Then the GPS got weird. The McDonald's was supposed to be 14 minutes away, but it kept redirecting us. Like it was pulling us deeper and deeper off the main roads.

Eventually, we realized we hadn’t seen a single car. No intersections. No lights. Just black forest on both sides.

And then it told us to turn.

The road was barely a road — cracked pavement, only wide enough for the truck by maybe a foot on either side. Cliffs dropped steeply on both sides, so a single wrong move would've sent us tumbling. Still, we took it. Stupid, I know. But we thought it was just some shortcut. We'd be eating in ten minutes, tops. Less than a minute in, my friend leaned in: “Yo... the GPS just went all white.” It was blank. No roads, no signal. My phone too. Dead silent. We were alone. No service. Just our headlights trying to light a road that barely looked real anymore.

The pavement was uneven. Covered in dust and dirt. But still oddly… deliberate. Like someone had made this stretch look official — just enough to fool someone into taking it.

Then the truck jolted violently. We hit something hard. Our bodies lurched. We jumped out, carefully avoiding the edge, and looked underneath. There was a massive boulder, almost entirely buried beneath a thin layer of dirt. It looked like it had been placed there — hidden. The truck was stuck on top of it. And just ahead of us was a gate. A massive, iron gate. At least 12 or 15 feet high. Double doors. Chained shut. But no fence. No house. Just that gate. No reason for it to exist — and yet there it was.

It blocked the road entirely. And the road ended right there. No way through. Just that towering thing in the middle of nowhere.

Panic set in. We tried everything. Pushing, rocking, lifting. We used wood as leverage. Nothing worked. We were stranded on a road that didn’t belong to anywhere.

After nearly an hour, we tried rocking the truck from the inside, in sync. Somehow the engine coughed to life. I floored it in reverse, careful not to go too far or slip off the cliff. But now we had another problem: we had to reverse the entire way out. Half a mile. On a narrow dirt path. In complete blackness.

I drove backward, inch by inch, my hands shaking on the wheel. My friend held his flashlight out the window, helping me guide each tire. That’s when it happened.

We heard it. A laugh — a man’s voice — just outside the passenger window. My friend snapped back inside, shut the window, and didn’t say a word. He just sat there with his eyes shut.

I didn’t ask. I didn’t want to know. We kept going, slowly reversing, afraid that something — or someone — was waiting behind that gate. Watching. Or worse, following us. Then we saw the lights.

Dozens of them. Floating through the forest on both sides. Not flashlights. Not headlights. They moved wrong. Some were yellow, some white… and one was a glowing, almost electric blue. “Lanterns?” my friend whispered.

But they weren’t. They drifted in patterns. Like a procession. Like watchers. And then came the scream.

It wasn’t a man. Or a woman. Or an animal. It was all of them, and none of them. One voice made of many, echoing across the trees like a warning. It shook the truck. It shook my bones. It didn’t sound like it came from lungs.

I floored it.

Branches tore at the sides of the truck. I didn’t care. I just kept going. When the wheels hit pavement, I spun the truck around and peeled out like my life depended on it. Maybe it did.

We didn’t stop. Not at the McDonald's. Not at a gas station. We didn’t even speak. The hotel lights never looked so good. But neither of us slept.

My friend sat still, staring at the wall. I stood at the window, waiting to see that blue light again. We didn’t talk about it until the trip ended. Because what still haunts me isn't what we saw. It's what we nearly found behind that gate.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/GraveyardGhoull on 2025-07-03 13:09:07+00:00.

When my sister was younger, I found her twirling paper towel tubes, tied with twine, in the air. I asked her what she was doing. She said she was practicing her “nun chucks”. I was very confused as she’d have no way of knowing what they were. I asked her what she meant and she said that Adam had told her how to make them and showed her each night how to use them. She went on to say that Adam told her to practice because she may need to know how to defend herself someday. I almost freaked out, but asked her what Adam looked like. She said he was tall, blond, and had blue eyes. She said,”you KNOW how he looks – you know him! He died of a headache.” I had to leave the room. You see, 2 years before she was born, my tall, blonde, blue eyed, martial arts-pro friend had died of a brain aneurysm at the age of 27. She has not spoken of him since that day, so I’m not sure if I scared her with my reaction or if she had completed her lessons.”

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Ecstatic_Monk_6638 on 2025-07-02 15:24:05+00:00.

Like… are we someone’s afterlife Netflix? Do they huddle around and whisper, “He’s doing it wrong again.”

And what if your haunted bathroom ghost is just silently screaming every time you scroll TikTok for 20 minutes instead of wiping?

I need answers. I need closure. I need privacy.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/GraveyardGhoull on 2025-07-02 16:50:10+00:00.

This is a weird post, but I’m fairly sure my house is haunted, and I want to see about others having similar experiences. This house was built in 1954, and I moved in about two and a half years ago. I live alone. Things started happening within a few weeks of moving in. Lights turning on and off, doors closing on their own, etc. One night, I was sitting at the kitchen island eating dinner, and a hand grabbed my torso. I also randomly smell cigarette smoke or a strong perfume from time to time. My guest bedroom is carpeted, and you can easily see if someone has walked across the carpet, but often, the blinds will be randomly open (after I have closed them) with no visible footprints on the carpet."

Today, my AirPods case randomly flew off the kitchen counter.

I know this sounds kind of ridiculous, but I really think this place is haunted. I’m wondering if anyone has experienced something similar or how they live with it. I don’t feel threatened or unsafe, but it’s just…… weird."

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/sinneuges on 2025-07-02 16:02:30+00:00.

Oh sure, Karen, the wind opened my locked attic door, played the piano, and whispered my dead grandma’s name in Latin. Next time I’ll ask it to pay rent too. Why do normies think ghosts are shy breezes? 😂 Let’s raise a haunted toast to never gaslighting ourselves again! 👻

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Stumbleine11 on 2025-07-01 09:09:19+00:00.

I was adopted at birth by my wonderful father. My mom was an addict and left when I was 10. My dad raised my brother and me. He did the best he could with what he had. Sure, sometimes his best wasn’t good enough, but that’s all humans, and I digress.

I was not told until I was 17 (mind you, by somebody I wish hadn’t told me. I wish it had been a trusted family member), that my dad wasn’t my biological father. He ended up being my first cousin. We met while he was dating one of my friends. We weren’t and still aren’t close. I tried to laugh it off, but he said he had proof. I said, “I don’t even know you, and I couldn’t care less”, and left it at that for almost a month. I got to thinking though, it made sense. I didn’t look like my dad. My mom had made a comment when I was 12ish that I looked so much like my father, but the way she said it…it was like she wasn’t talking about my dad. There were other things too. I won’t go into them as my dad has passed, and I don’t want to talk ill of the dead. Or my dad. But I put all these things together, and contacted my cousin. I asked for proof. He invited me to his house to meet his mom (my aunt by marriage), and she sat me down and (more gently, may I add) explained to me the situation, and showed me some pictures. We will get into that in a moment.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve had dreams where the outcome happens. Still to this day. One was as stupid as I lost some eyeliner, had a dream it was beside my bed on the floor, checked the next morning, and it was there. One was as terrifying and accurate as dreaming the death of a friend that came true.

When I was 12, I had reoccurring dreams for months of walking up a dirt trail, surrounded by beautiful sunflowers. It always started that way. Eventually, I would walk up to a double wide trailer with wind chimes out front. In every dream, I would be met by a beautiful woman. Long, dark wavy hair. Always smiling. Always happy to see me. She would make me sweet tea or lemonade, and we would sit on the porch in the sun, and just talk. Sometimes we would sing. I always felt so at home with her. Like I knew her but couldn’t figure out where I’d seen or met her. We would laugh and tell stories. She always looked at me with so much love in her eyes. I still remember and sing and play a song that we sung together (it’s called sunflowers). I remember thinking to myself, upon waking every time, who is this beautiful woman? But with time, the dreams went away, and I forgot them altogether.

The day I went to get answers, my aunt pulled out a box of old pictures. My biological father was one of the first ones I saw. I look just like him. I remember being heartbroken. Cause this made it real. I remember thinking, why wouldn’t my dad tell me this? But, that’s a long story for another place and time.

Flipping through the pictures, I suddenly went pale, and dropped the whole pile. It all came back to me in one image. My aunt asked, “what’s wrong?” Shaking, I showed her a picture and asked, “who is this woman to me?” She said, “oh, that’s your biological grandmother. She died in 1997”. I tried to compose myself, but she already knew. She said, “tell me, have you seen her before?” That was the woman in my dreams. I was 12 when she passed away. All I could do was stare open mouthed at her. Her beautiful smile. Her big green eyes (so much like mine). Her long, dark wavy hair. I couldn’t speak. I just stared. My aunt then said, “she came to you, didn’t she?” I bursted into tears, and nodded. I told her about the dreams. She told me my grandma was a highly intuitive and psychic person. She said she probably came to say goodbye, and hello, as we had never met. She said it was more than likely that I had the same gifts, as most of the women on that side of the family did. She then kind of smiled and asked, “do you know what her favorite flowers were?”

You guessed it. Sunflowers.

I’ve since met my biological father, and have built a relationship with him. When I told him about all of this, he was not surprised in the least.

Tl,dr: I met my dead grandma in my dreams.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Estate-Southern on 2025-06-30 23:18:18+00:00.

So like about half a year ago (november of 2024) my grandma has passed away and it was a terrible time, she didn't have anywhere to go so she even slept with me for crying out loud so this info has really really gotten to me.

Everyone i've heard talk about her was apparently visited by her via a dream at night, and like i legit mean everyone except for me, not even like a weird dream background character nothing i just never ever saw her.

However today i was watching a youtube vid on my phone when out of nowhere i heard my name called out from somewhere in her voice but i thought hey it's probably my brain playing tricks on me so i reversed the video 10 seconds back to listen to the sounds very carefully if i could hear anything that would sound similar to that and i heard absolutely nothing.

After that i just brushed it off as me hearing things and i decided to finish watching the vid, have a drink in the kitchen and go to sleep however ehen j went to the kitchen i saw a weird light comming from the living room and when i went to check it out it was an electronic candle that turned on next to a picture of my grandma and i swear to god like 2 hours ago when i went to the bathroom that candle was NOT on but again i could just be imagining stuff.

I just walked out, drank my water and now i am sitting in my room with the LED lights on very brightly because i am actually kinda scared of this, as much as i smiled seeing the candle on this stuff still scares me so that's me not getting any sleep tonight, also this might still be debunked because i'll ask my mom if she turned the candle on before going to sleep and i just didn't notice it at first but this just feels too weirdly convinient so yeah, anyways that's my story!

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Certain-Surprise4739 on 2025-06-30 04:34:45+00:00.

this happened when i was around 13-15 y/o and i was living at my parents house and i had the basement to myself. When i was around this age i would frequently hear a woman's voice like she was right next to me and she'd just say my name and send shivers up my spine. she felt protective. but it was also eerie and kind of scary. The layout of my dad's basement has my bedroom and then a short hallway to my bathroom. One night- it was late probably after midnight, i got out of bed to go to the bathroom and as i walked out of my bedroom door an older looking woman in a white ish dress flashed in front of me and i immediately froze in place. I felt extremely on edge until i fell asleep and if im not mistaken i think i heard the voice again that night. i can still see her face in my mind in complete detail and i don't think ill ever forget it. Wrinkly, yet unable to place an age. long brown and gray/white hair and an olddd looking white dress idk maybe circa 1940s? i honestly don't know it just looked like a farmy village type white dress lol. she looked me dead in the eyes with crystal white/blue eyes and her mouth was opened in a strange way. I whole heartedly believe this was a true ghost experience.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/CapKashikoi on 2025-06-30 07:12:30+00:00.

Happened to a close friend of mine. His wife is all about the great outdoors. You know, camping and hiking. But my friend never did any of that stuff until he met her. So she wants to spend a few days hiking in Joshua Tree NP. He lets her handle all the details and because they have a baby, she books their nights at the Pioneertown Motel outside the park. They drive out there. To go hiking, they have a baby chest pack, and all goes well until the last night.

My friend is sleeping in the bed of their motel room. His wife is there too with the baby between them. At some point my friend wakes up because the baby has started to stir. So he holds her until she falls back into a deep sleep. But now he's awake and can't fall asleep right away. He's just lying there in the dark when something strange happens. There is an antler fixture on the ceiling that has a few light bulbs attached to it. Its the main light in the room. It comes alive, but not as if the wall switch was flipped. It slowly lights up, becomes abnormally bright, then slowly dies back down until its off again. My friend is of course spooked. In his head he's trying to make sense of it. Maybe it was a power surge or electrical problem. The motel is old after all.

Not too long after that, another light appears in the room. Its actually two pale blue balls of light hovering in the air off the foot of the bed. My friend's first impulse is to jump out of the bed and turn on the room light. But he hesitates. He's seriously not sure if he's dreaming or hallucinating. And he doesn't want to wake his wife and kid, only to startle the shit out of them, then have a crying baby on his hands. So he pulls the sheet over his head, shuts his eyes, and pretends like there is nothing there. But when he peeks, he can still see the balls of glowing light through the sheet. So what's he do? He closes his eyes again. And thats when he feels something on his feet. Like a pressure pushing down. And it slowly spreads to his legs. Like someone is pushing a wooden board against him. And the pressure spreads all the way up to his chest. Not in a painful way, but terrifying nonetheless. Then there comes a hissing sound, like air being slowly released from a balloon. Still, my friend refuses to do anything. He convinces himself that its just a dream, and holds still, his eyes firmly shut. Then the sound and pressure disappear. The room is calm and quiet, and the presence gone. My friend is just there listening, now convinced he really is awake because his heart is beating wildly in his chest.

Unable to sleep, he waits in the dark. He peers around the room with his phone light every now and then. But nothing else happens. Finally, at the crack of dawn he wakes his wife. He tells her he wants to get an early start to get back home and that they should leave ASAP. She goes along with it, and they drive away. The funny thing is that he never tells her what happened. He doesn't want to scare her, or for her to think he had some kind of hallucination.

But he tells me all this months later as we are in his backyard seated across from one another, his fire pit between us. Im past the point of getting goosebumps. My friend is not the lying type and I believe him 100%. And I too am trying to make sense of it. I go online and look up the Pioneertown Motel. Decades ago, when it was used by Hollywood actors who filmed Western movies nearby on location, a spurned lover committed suicide in one of the rooms. And on review sites people say they experienced weird things in the Motel, especially in the room where she died. I ask my friend if that was the same room that he stayed in, but he says he can't remember. It must have been. Thats the only logical explanation. The motel was haunted and my poor friend got a taste of the supernatural.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/cactus_caca on 2025-06-28 20:58:11+00:00.

I'm referring to those unsettling emotions that can suddenly engulf you, leaving an icy chill in their wake such as experiencing a gut-wrenching sensation, as if dark and malevolent forces are looming just beyond your line of sight an insidious presence that clings to the very atmosphere, making it feel thick and oppressive almost grappling with these feelings, and found yourself confronted by the unnerving sight of full-body apparitions emerging before you.

These are the seven feelings and sensations as well as occurrences I'm talking about:

1. Sensations that reached a level of intensity that made it seem as if an external force was clouding your mind, intensifying your dread, and amplifying anxiety.
2. Terrifying, oppressive, and malevolent occurrences that seized you unexpectedly, especially when you’re visiting the home of a family member or friend a place that should ideally wrap you in comfort and solace.
3. What began as a warm, welcoming visit transformed into a haunting experience, filled with an inexplicable sense of dread, danger, and terror.
4. The very walls of the home seem to whisper secrets, their surfaces soaked with memories long forgotten or something malevolent that made you sick to your stomach or frozen in place.
5. Shadows flicker in the corners of your vision, disembodied voices, terrifying growls, sinister laughter, and every creak of the floorboards feels like a warning, making it increasingly difficult to shake the nagging suspicion that something sinister lurks just beyond your perception.
6. Each moment became a battle against the gnawing fear that you are not alone, with a chilling awareness that the familiar can swiftly transform into the profoundly unsettling so intense you had to flee out of there.
7. Finally, after everything was over it shattered your innocence and made you never want to go back to their homes ever again even though they were your friends and family.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/BloodElfSlut on 2025-06-28 04:28:24+00:00.

Truthfully, I couldnt tell you if this was actually a ghost. You'll have to just bear with me. About three years ago, my (24F at the time) mom (56 F) was very sick, and in turn had to stay at the hospital a lot. Obviously I'd stay the night with her so she felt more comfortable. In a hospital setting, and with my mom in general, I felt like I couldnt play videos on my phone very loud. My boyfriend at the time taught me that you can turn on a setting on your phone that generates captions for videos and phonecalls. Fantastic. (Whoever invented that, I love you.) Anyway, one night I decided that I couldnt sleep and wanted a snack. I went down to the family sitting room, was eating my snack, and decided to watch some videos on my phone. As soon as I clicked my phone on (aka no phone call or video playing) the captions started popping up. "Help!" to which I vocally replied, "Girl what do you mean help?" And my phone popped up with, "We are stuck in the cracks." I still dont know what this means or how to help whoever was stuck in the cracks, but periodically, I am sad for them.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Dizzy_yak90 on 2025-06-26 02:20:00+00:00.

I don't believe in ghosts, not in a very like obsessed way I've seen people to.

Though this story is a bit of a wild ride and could probably just be a mistake on my part really but it's also such a weird event in my life I've never really been able to move on from it as in those friend's get together, I bring this shit up and they eat it up everytime.

I was probably in 6th grade when it happened, it was an art period and the students are led to another room which is on the upstairs. (For a clear vision: 1st-5th grades were on the upper floor with the art room and 6th-10th grades were on the bottom floor)

Anyways, while we all were led upstairs by the teacher I realised I left my pencil box back in class which is very strange because I usually take everything with me but I also forget shit sometimes so I shrugged it off and I went to get it back.

I enter the empty classroom, walk over to my desk and began checking in my bag for my pencil box when out of literally nowhere I heard the faintest in a very low voice; "Excuse me."

It was a very young girl standing at the door of my classroom wearing our school's uniform with very short hair (you know those terrible upto ear like short?) , I can't really remember her face anymore because this is like a 7 year old memory of mine but she was very adorable I'll leave it at that.

I asked her if everything was alright and then she asked if I happen to have any crayons on me. Now for a little bit of fun fact about me:I never carry my crayons with me all the time because they're a bit expensive here where I live but lo and behold I had them with me that day.

I could've said no and moved on but for some reason I said yes and I pulled the pack out to give it to her. She walked up to me took them and said thank you.

I like any sane person asked her what her name and class was so I can retrieve the crayons back later. She seemed confused for a second like genuine confusion before muttering something to herself.

I asked again and this time she responded with Amber from class 2-C. After that I let her go and went back to my art class (only to realise that I left my pencil box back in class so yay to that.)

My class came to an end and I went to the class of 2-C and looked for the kid from the opened window that allowed a clear view. Didn't see her. Then the teacher noticed me and asked if I needed something. I told her the story and the name of the child and she seemed confused. She looked around the class with the description of the child I provided her before looking back at me saying I got the wrong class.

Her confusion was now passed onto me as I said the girl told me to meet her in this class. The teacher was nice and even called out the name Amber out loud and still the girl wasn't there.

Odd but I thought she was a young girl who didn't know her class properly big deal and went to find her in other classes. I checked the 1st grade classes, second grade and even third grade. Before I knew I searched the whole of first floor even though she couldn't have been from 4th or 5th grade given her height and speaking manner but still you never knew.

Again, I let it go because the school had so many kids it was hard to keep track of and just decided to try again the next day.

Next Day rolls around, no trace of her. At this point I'm not even panicking about the girl not existing. That girl had my expensive crayons 😭😭 I just wanted them back.

Three days of trying, nowhere to be found. She just straight up didn't exist because I had went to the fucking principal and pulled up attendance record with her to find her, not a single person matched Amber.

Long story short, my crayons were stolen by some entity. I'm not even scared about meeting someone who straight up just didn't exist that girl had my crayons, I cherished those crayons because those costs double the amount and I had to BEG my mom to get them.

So if the soul or whematever entity I met, may I please have my crayons back...please...they cost a fortune 😃

Now some questions you might have;

"Did I tell my parents about it?"

No because I was scared of getting scolded for loosing the crayons. I did eventually tell them when I was in grade 10 but again the sixth grade me wasn't risking it at the time.

"Did you try the school's camera footage?"

Our school didn't have one ✌️😃

"Did she just give you a fake name?"

Probably, maybe the girl exist but again I searched the attendance record with principal (who was kind enough to do that, shoutout to the principal) and they had photos attached to it and no one matched her face.

Again, could be me being delusional. The 'I'm crazy nothing is real.' kind. I sort of don't take things seriously and make them into a joke all the time. Maybe the entity wanted to make me the clown for the while. GG entity (if it was even one)

I also have a long history of living in a possibly haunted house with a joined family but that's another story.

If there is an ritual to get my crayons back to please do let me know. I still haven't forgotten them since 7 years :'D.

Thanks for reading :)

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/fire_lieys on 2025-06-27 07:53:36+00:00.

Hello, this is my first reddit post but I just need to let people know.

I’m a teenager from Australia and I was talking to my mom last night and she told me about a imaginary friend I had when I was 2 and he stayed with us until I was 4 years old. So all of this is from the perspective of my grandmother my mother and my aunty.

So apparently it all started one day when I went to her and told her that I had a new friend and his name is Ryan, my mom was confused as I was 2 years old and she asked me where I met him and I responded that him and his mother where sleeping on our front veranda. As any normal person would she asked me why they where sleeping there and I said that they where homeless, she replied to me asking what happened to their home and I said it was a house fire, she was at that point apparently weirded out but it was only worsened by her asking where his dad is and my response being that he was the one who started the fire.

After this my mom was quite worried and I asked if Ryan and his mom could stay with us, and she said yes, throughout the time Ryan was with us there were some strange things that happened. My mom explained that I used to talk to Ryan all the time in depth way beyond what any 2-3 year old should be able to understand, my grandmother and aunty both thought I had schizophrenia. I once told my mother about how Ryan died, in the house fire that took his home, in detail, another time I was in the car and my sister sat next to me and I asked her to move and she said to Ryan she was sorry, and moved but my brother then sat there and said “fuck Ryan” I told him “Ryan really hates you,” my mom told me that Ryan shouldn’t hate, I replied “he hopes you die” directed at my brother.

He apparently loved mom since she reminded him of his mom and liked my sister because she was kind, but hated my brother as he was mean. Around this same time my step father came back and before any of the stuff he did that was bad I said to my mom “Ryan doesn’t like dad he has a bad feeling.”

So from this point it kept getting worse apparently and there were things I could tell my mom that I should never have known leading her to contacted and seek out a medium, the medium told mom that she is to be careful and that I am definitely sensitive and that we might have a portal in my house.

The only thing i remember is telling my mom that Ryan was leaving and moving on, my mom told me that I said that Ryan’s mom was telling him it was time to move on and that they needed to help another boy. And that was around the time I started school.

And might be unrelated but after he left at around me being 5-6 years old I used to hear speaking and stomping in my house, but the worse was tapping in the corner of my room for and entire year.

Once again sorry if some of this is jumbled it is my first reddit post but yes this is all from the perspective of my relatives. If I get told any more I can update if this gets some responses.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/CapitalSomewhere6341 on 2025-06-25 21:13:25+00:00.

I am the oldest brother of three. I am Not using their real names. My little brother( John) is six years younger than myself. My youngest brother(Anthony) is nine years younger than me. At the time, I was 14 years old. My youngest brother was only 5 at the time.

We would always sleep next to each other. We all had our rooms but we felt more comfortable sleeping in the living room together. Having blankets out, pillows, it was always a sleepover. We would watch all these scary movies and fall asleep.

One night, we were all watching a nightmare on Elms Street. As my parents' room was down the hall. The bathroom was also in the hallway. As we all were sleeping. I had to go bathroom. Coming out of the bathroom. My youngest brother Anthony was wide awake. His eyes widened, and he looked frozen. Then he started to scream!

My father comes running out of his room. He saw me and thought I was scaring him. My father started to yell at me. Anthony mind you was still screaming. He now started to point past us. Saying that there was a tall man behind us.

A deep chill went down my spine. I felt a the temperature around us drop. My father didn't say anything. He just picked up Anthony, brought him to the room. My father never wanted to talk about it. What he felt. I never really wanted to ask either.

To this day, I am in my 30’s now. He still never wants to talk about it. This was the first time Anthony did this. Sadly there were several more through out the years.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Ok-Bandicoot-9445 on 2025-06-26 08:29:00+00:00.

OK, so this might be a long story and I have never ever shared it before on Reddit but it’s 100 percent true (my dad can absolutely attest to it).. here it goes:

this happened when I was about 10 years old. it had always been known that the family who lived in my childhood home before us had a daughter who had passed away from cancer at a very young age. she did not pass away in the house, but in a local hospital.

I had always gotten weird vibes in the house but only in the basement. I grew up in the house from age 3 to 18.

my basement had a little makeshift basketball court in it, and I would shoot hoops nightly down there. we had a huge, black stereo that I would listen to music on while shooting hoops.

for some reason, every single time that I had gotten done shooting hoops, I would absolutely storm up the stairs of the basement and refuse to look into this particular corner of it because I always had that feeling like I was being watched by something or someone. you know.. ‘that’ feeling.. so much to the point that I had convinced myself if I were to look in that corner while walking up the stairs, I would see someone standing there.

One night after shooting hoops, I went upstairs and got in bed to get ready for sleep. my dad and I laid down at the same exact time, in separate rooms though. I can’t make this up. within minutes of laying down, my dad came knocking on my door and told me that I forgot to turn the stereo off. I literally had no idea what he was talking about because I sure did. he said “the stereo is absolutely blaring.” … he went down to the basement and the stereo was blaring in the pitch dark.

this story gets even more wild.

about a week later (maybe not even), I got done shooting hoops again and laid in bed.

I KID YOU NOT. YOU CAN ASK MY DAD.

as I laid in bed I started hearing what sounded like bouncing. I could hear the noise coming thru the vent in the corner of my room. I put my ear up to the vent and all of the sudden I understood what I was hearing and froze. MY BASKETBALL WAS DRIBBLING. I ran into my dad’s room. he put his ear up to the vent and heard the same exact thing. he went downstairs to the basement and this time, it was still and quiet. no sound. no dribbling. just darkness.

that vent in the corner of my room was directly over the corner of the basement that I had always had super weird vibes.

to this day, my dad and I will ‘joke’ about it every now and then. (this happened 20 years or so ago) but it’s something we both will never ever forget. permanently etched in our memories and minds, that’s for sure.

i’ve never posted in this subreddit before and had no idea it existed until tonight but I had always been wanting to share this story I experienced in my youth and thought this would be the perfect place to. thanks for reading.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/brattybrat on 2025-06-24 20:02:55+00:00.

I’ve been sitting on this story for a looooong time. But here it is for your enjoyment. It was one of the most terrifying nights of my life. Sorry it’s so long.

This happened a long time ago, when I was in my early 20s. A close friend had asked me to join her and her family for a vacation in Jamaica. I was young and broke and financially irresponsible, so I put it on my credit card, lol.

I should preface this by saying that I was raised in an atheist household, and that I myself, at that age, was adamant that there were no such things as souls, spirits, or ghosts, let alone God or gods or anything supernatural.

The first four or five days were nothing but fun. My friend and I stayed in a hut on stilts overlooking the ocean. It was beautiful.

Midway through our vacation, we had to change lodgings. We were still in the same resort, but they had rented out our hut to someone else for the rest of our vacation. We were supposed to move into an even better location: it was called the Great House. Instead of our hut on stilts, we would be staying in a house with a kitchen and three bedrooms. It was set back from the ocean, but we could still hear it, see it, and smell the salty water.

The first day that we showed up at the Great House, my friend and I began our inspection. As we walked in, we looked in a small bedroom at the front of the house. It was a very tiny room with one twin bed. Something about the room was dark and heavy, and not at all inviting. I commented on this to my friend, and she said she felt the same way about it. Then we proceeded to talk ourselves out of being creeped out by the room by noting that the bed was positioned in such a way that felt exposed, that the artwork was kind of dark, and that the feng shui was all off.

That night, I stayed in the largest bedroom in the house. It was beautifully appointed with a canopy bed and an en suite bathroom with beautiful tile and ample windows letting in the ocean breeze and the wonderful sound of the waves. Yet when I went to go to sleep, I found myself terrified. I could not shake the feeling that someone was watching me. This time there was no bad feng shui to blame. The room just felt off. I was so scared that I turned on the lights in the room and slept with them on that night (fitfully). In the morning, I told my friend how frightened I had been, and for no reason. She told me I was welcome to share her queen bed in her bedroom the next night. We went on with our lovely day, and I didn’t think about it again.

Later that evening, we had a small gathering for my friend’s sister’s birthday. We were all sitting around a large table in the center of the house when I noticed someone walk in the front door into the room. I looked up to see who it was, but there was no one there. I probably would’ve just brushed it off, but my friend’s father turned to me and said, “Someone just walked into the room.” My friend, sitting on the other side of her father, turned to us and said, “Yes, I noticed too!” But again, as a non-believer in such things, I brushed it off as us all noticing a change in temperature or perhaps a breeze or something else that happened at the subconscious level, and just went about my business.

That night, I did stay in my friend’s room with her. We giggled and chatted late into the night. When we turned out the lights, my friend went to sleep immediately. But I could not fall asleep; I wasn’t frightened, I guess I just wasn’t as tired as her. Shortly after I heard her quiet snores, I began to hear the unmistakable sound of footsteps. I listened intently. It sounded as if they were coming from above me, as if there was a second story to the house. But there wasn’t. In fact, there wasn’t even an attic. The sounds intensified, and it seemed that someone was pacing back and forth above my head, from the bathroom area and back to the bedroom door, over and over again. I looked for natural causes. Outside, the air was absolutely still. Looking at the trees, there was no tell-tale bending of limbs or shaking of leaves. Also, the window was open, and without a screen on it, the wind would’ve just come right into our room. So I ruled out the wind. There was no one else staying in the house, so it couldn’t be that either. And it was the middle of the night in a resort that had a security entrance. I could not imagine someone had snuck into the resort only to climb to the top of the house and pace back and forth above our bedroom. It just didn’t make sense.

I lay there, listening to the footsteps for what seemed like hours. The footsteps would fade in and out; sometimes they would pause here or there. Sometimes they stopped at the bathroom, and I hoped that they wouldn’t restart, but they did. At one point, I shouted out in my head, “Go away!” And almost as a response, the footsteps suddenly got very loud and focused on the area above my head. My body tingled all over. I had the thought, then, that I knew, beyond any shadow of a doubt, in every inch of my body, that this was a ghost. I still can’t tell you how I would know such a thing, but I did – just like you know the sound of a loved one’s voice. I just knew. And I remember thinking to myself at that time: “You’re going to discount this later, but try to remember this is real. I know this is real. I know this is a ghost.”

Eventually, I fell into a troubled sleep. I dreamed that somehow I was floating above my body, drifting upward toward the ceiling, and around me was a blue glowing light.

In the morning, I lay awake in bed, and my friend woke up next to me. She turned to me and said, nonchalantly, “There was a spirit here last night. It was right there!” And she pointed to the corner of the room above my head. My friend did believe in the paranormal, but it just didn’t scare her. I remember wishing that it didn’t scare me either.

Later that day, I told her father what I had experienced in the house. He laughed and told me he had had a conversation with the owners that morning. He’d asked them if there was a spirit in the house because of his experience of someone walking into the room the night before. They relayed to him that they thought it was the previous owner of the resort, who had been murdered in front of the Great House a decade before.

The next two nights I stayed with my friend in her room. Nothing else happened.

My friend and I have stayed in touch over the years. A few weeks ago, I visited her at her home six hours from where I live. We usually see each other at least once a year. I asked her if she remembered that experience in Jamaica thirty years ago. She laughed and said she absolutely did. I asked her to retell the story to me without prompting her about what I remembered, curious to see if my memory was off. To my surprise, her memory matched mine. I still remember that thought, that knowing—“You won’t believe this later, but this is really a ghost. This is the real thing.” And I do find myself disbelieving sometimes. But part of me knows, can remember the certitude, can remember the sensations in my body, and I know for sure that I encountered an angry spirit that night.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/ladymortician on 2025-06-25 01:47:55+00:00.

I started working as a funeral director apprentice. We recently had a little baby boy come in. A month into my career and I’m dressing and doing makeup for a baby. This isn’t a task I took lightly. I spoke to him and spent extra time with him. Shortly after the funeral, I’ve started hearing a little voice say “mama”. The voice is almost a searching tone. As if there is a question after the word mama. I’ve heard it a few times; always in passing but I know I heard it!! The voice is too young to come from any of my children.

I am only semi prepared for the residual energy that will come with this career. I look forward to sharing my experiences with you!

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/DecoyRebel7777 on 2025-06-25 01:31:33+00:00.

I worked at the hospital as a housekeeper and our headquarters was in the basement. There was some remodeling being done because they were turning an old spacious room into a break room for housekeeping. I was signing back in after lunch, and nobody was near me and I saw someone out of my peripheral. I thought it was a shadow of a person, but I looked over and realized nobody was there, but I went up to the soon to be break room and I said "hello there" as I always did. But nobody answered and I found out right afterwards that the construction crew wasn't there at the time!!!! It was like a shadow but I didn't feel scared at all.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/FarClaim8861 on 2025-06-24 01:03:00+00:00.

I know I shouldn't be afraid of ghosts, especially if the ghost is my sister. I guess it's just a fear that's engrained in me from media and culture. I just feel like I need to share my story, I don't really know what to do about the situation. If I could make contact with my sister... well I think that would be the most amazing thing to ever happen to me. But I genuinely don't know if I'm going crazy or if I should trust my intuition for once.

I am currently 19 years old. If my sister were still alive today, she would be 16. She passed away from a five month battle with cancer at the age of 14. Its obviously summer now so I'm back from my first year of college living with my parents. The house we currently live in was built in the 1940s and is one of the first ones built in my town on this side of the river. We moved here when I was ten and Ellie was seven. We used to share her room, but when I was in seventh grade I moved into the other room after my dad remodeled some stuff. I remember always feeling a little creeped out by my sister's room (for example, I started sleeping with the covers over my head every night when I stayed there too) but I don't remember there ever being a clear reason why. I always thought that was probably the master bedroom for the last people who lived there, one of which happens to be an old man who died (who knows if it happened in the house). That's why I kind of always had a small theory that he could have died in that room.

However, my sister lived in that room for like four years by herself and seemed to be fine (although she insisted on having our dog sleep in that room with her, and our dog, Chloe, seemed a little bit reluctant to sleep there with her, although who knows for what reason.

Since my sister died, there have been a few things that have made me feel more and more like that room is haunted. I don't know if it's my sister or not, but considering that these feelings of mine have amplified since her death make me think that it could be her. The first time anything happened, I was laying on my stomach on the floor of my room. For reference, my room is on the right side of the stairs going up, and my parents' room is directly across the hall on the left side of the stairs. But if you keep walking forward through the narrow hallway, you get to my sisters room. Anyways, I was on the floor facing my parents room with all the bedroom doors open. It was the middle of the day so there was plenty of natural light. I was doing something on my computer, probably playing sudoku and listening to music tbh. Basically, I was focused on my computer and could see the hallway in my peripheral vision. My mom had recently come upstairs and gone back down, so when I saw and heard someone come up the stairs and go into my sister's room without coming out, I assumed it was my mom (definitely not my dad). Later I needed to ask my mom something, so I started shouting for her but she didn't respond. I got up and walked into my sister's room where I was sure she would be but there was no one there.

That is probably the most surreal experience I have had. Of course, maybe I just wasn't paying attention and my mom did go back downstairs. I honestly didn't want to make a fuss about it because obviously my mom is really sensitive about my sister, so I never asked.

Other than that, I have always just had a really creepy vibe about that room ever since. Specifically, when I would come home late at night (aka early in the morning) from my ex boyfriend's house, and have to walk upstairs to my room and look down the shadowy hallway. It would always creep me out. I can't say I have ever seen anything definite, but of course just that feeling of seeing things moving in the corner of your eye. For the past two years now, I force myself to stare down that hallway while I'm going past or to the bathroom. I feel like I have to run down the stairs at night out of fear. Man am I paranoid.

Then, today, I went into her closet to get my suitcase. When I came out of the room, I noticed that the door to the room was slowly closing on its own. Before it did, I walked out of the room with the suitcase. I turned around in the hallway to see if it was still doing that, if maybe the draft from the air conditioner was pushing it closed. But there was nothing. The doors in my house don't normally move on their own unless someone downstairs slams a door or something, and that's rare. I was also home alone. And I have never seen one of the doors move that far, or that slowly. All of the doors in my house are level, they don't move on their own at all, including this one. Maybe I was stirring up the air in the room, or with the closet door? Who knows. All I can say is this is the second time a door has been shut on me by no one while I was in a room alone.

The first time was four summers ago, in a different house owned by a friend of a friend. I was in the unfinished part of the basement and went up to touch some knickknacks in the room, when the door just completely slammed at the exact second my finger touched the chair. There is absolutely no way that my wheelchair-bound friend, who was across the carpeted room outside, could have done it. The only explanation is that there might have been a door closed upstairs or something. I really don't know.

So what do you guys think? Am I just being paranoid? Should I go sit in the room and see what happens? I know I shouldn't let it scare me, but it still does, and I don't want to bring it up to my parents. Has anyone else had similar experiences?

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/SaladNo44 on 2025-06-22 23:51:09+00:00.

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Several years after moving in with my dad, we finally moved into our “forever” home or so we thought.. everything seemed to have been going as planned though, no more fighting for a parking spot at the apartments, no more hearing your next door neighbors footsteps down the stairs, life seemed to be like it should.. quiet; that is until a couple weeks later while on the phone with my cousin, I remember hearing what sounded like a horses foot steps on our sidewalk, we lived out in the country so it’s possible but how? I looked outside and saw nothing, just the light from the front of the house and our sidewalk fading into the night the further down I looked.. the next day while doing yard work I found a horse shoe under overgrown weeds, I always thought that was odd..

After returning from my moms house the following weekend, I was on the phone with my cousin once again planning a movie night, it was some time past midnight when I heard my little sisters crying in their room next to mine, I didn’t say anything, I thought maybe they just wanted to sleep with mom and dad.

When I saw my step mom the next day I thought I’d mention something and remember saying “hey the were girls crying last night” her response was more of a shock, she replied with “your sisters don’t sleep in that room, they say the little girls don’t let them sleep at night” I didn’t know what to say, I just remembered hearing little girls crying all over again..

The final straw..

My dad who is very religious and doesn’t believe in ghosts, was the one who had to experience this stuff for himself in order for him to believe us.. my dad always taught us to say a prayer before bedtime, he said it was a way for the bad spirits to stay away while we slept.. one night while my dad was saying the Our Father prayer, he mentioned he remembers saying the prayer but upon closing it with “amen” he doesn’t remember anything.. my step mom and this is from her words, said she woke up to my dad making weird mumble noises with his head down on the side of the bed and not waking up, she said “it was as if something was holding him down” so she shoved him hard and he finally woke up from whatever that was..

We moved very soon after(3 months later) and never returned to that town again…

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Pink_Farm_Bali on 2025-06-22 13:49:02+00:00.

My Brother in Law's Grandma passed a few years ago. The age gap between me and my sister is huge so she got married when I was super young. I've known my BIL's family for a long time including his Grandma who resided with them. She has been mentally ill most her life. Her husband took care of her and after he passed my BIL's family took care of her. Whenever I went to their house I have always been scared of her. Not blatant fear but I have sensed something deeply unsettling. I never knew why and I never was left alone with her until one night when all of my family members had to go to receive a relative from an airport in the middle of the night. I don't know if they tried waking me but I am guessing they didn't want to disturb me in my sleep so they left me in the house with that grandma alone. And I so wish I slept through the night but I couldnt. I heard her talking to someone in her room. I swear it was just the two of us. When I woke up the whole house was dark and when I heard her voice I immediately woke up with a jolt. She wasn't just talking she was yelling. She was saying things I couldn't make any sense of but for sure I was so scared and turned on the bedroom light. I immediately went down the hallway and turned on the TV and the night lights. I only heard the sound of her yelling at someone and some stray dogs barking in the street. With her dialogue I could make sense that it was a woman she was referring to and that she ruined her life. My family came within a few minutes and I told my mom what had happened the next day. She told me the story of the grandma. When she was pregnant with her second baby her husband had travelled out of town for some work and she heard from someone that he was cheating on her with someone. Ever since her mental health deteriorated. There are more things to the story but I understood that was the woman she was referring to the previous night.

So ever since I would only visit them during the day and never stayed during the night. A few months later the grandma passed away. I went to their house and the funeral was the next day. We had to stay at the house overnight. I had no choice but to stay I couldn't be insensitive and tell my mom that I am feeling weird to stay at the house. I was sleeping and around 2 am I felt someone touch my feet. I pulled over the blankets over my head as I immediately sensed who it could be. I was so nervous but I pulled down the blanket and saw the whole family were sleeping and there was no one awake. Only a dim light was turned on. I went back to sleep. Within a few minutes I dreamt of the Grandma crawling to me in that exact same bedroom. I woke up called my dad to pick me up (he had to work that night) and fled. I did not attend the funeral.

I had the same dream occur to me the following nights. But in the room that I was sleeping in. If it was my mom's room the dream would be in that specific room and when it was mine the same dream in that room. I told my mom and she asked the grandma not to visit me out loud and I stopped getting those dreams. I get chills even now thinking of what had happened.

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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Disastrous-Put-9091 on 2025-06-22 09:48:55+00:00.

I was 8 years old when it happened. I was staying at my grandparents' place, the house itself was pretty old. It was built about 12-13 years old before WW II. It also had a massive garden and an another house which used to be a barn, but my aunt lives there now. Anyways, it was the middle of winter - january or february. It deffinetely was evening 6 pm or so. My grandparents are very christian, so they went to the church which meant me staying alone in that fukcing house. 8 years old was the age when started to be interested in the paranormal stuff. I wanted to watch some creepy shit, but I was home alone. In that house. So I decided to watch videogames instead. I was sitting on a couch which is in the middle of the living room. I had my grandparents' bedroom to the left, a hallway in front of me which lead to the kitchen that I could perfectly see. Also, a massive wardrobe was standing right in front of me. Facing me. I could also see the stairs which were next to the wardrobe. That's pretty much it. I was watching the TV peacefully. Time went by and after I'd say 20 minutes I swear I heard the dishes just moving. That was pretty unsettling so I peeked to the kitchen... I wasn't wrong a fucking plate was going up and down... In the air. It was hitting the sink. That was the noise. I thought I would shit myself. But I ignored it, trying to watch the TV. The sound didn't stop. The plate kept on moving. It was moving for like 1-2 minutes, but it finally stopped. I was a little relieved - only to hear footsteps on the hallway. I could see it with no problem. I heard the footsteps... They were right in front of me. I couldn't see them. I started to silently cry from the fear. I knew this was not an accident or anything. First the plate and then the footsteps? And then... The plate started moving again. The footsteps DIDN'T STOP. It was like they were coming for me. Suddenly (The most horrifying part)... The plate just dropped to the floor, shattering and the footsteps turned into SPRINTS. THEY WERE COMING DIRECTLY FOR ME. They were in the same fucking room as I was. And now - that's the hard part. I can't recall. I either passed out or my grandparents came back home. I remember waking up in my dad's car, coming back home in tears. I was very shaken from the accident. None of my family members believed me. Except for my grandfather. He said that when he was my age - he kept seeing a back of some creature through the window of his bedroom when he was trying to fall asleep. It stoped after some weeks. It had scars, blood on it's back and was laughing (the same house by the way). 6 years have passed by ever since that incident and I'm still trying to recall the memory. Did I pass out? Is this house haunted?