👻 30 Ghost Stories That Will Chill You To Your Core

Wow, a freaky scary apparition

Twelve.  I was around 10 years old and living in San Antonio. I got back to the apartment first after school. About 5 mins of being in the place alone I saw on the reflection of a mirror an older man in a tuxedo was in the kitchen. I flipped out and ran to my room and grabbed a bat. I waited 10ish minutes before coming out. I locked the door when I got home and never heard the door open for someone to leave. I didn’t tell anyone about it. Fast forward 6 years. I was watching Ghost Hunters with my family and my Mom asked if I remember the old man in the tux. Crazy stuff.  ~

13. I worked in a fine dining restaurant in a beautiful heritage house from the early 1900s. Think national historic site. I was the last to close up and there was a security guard at the entrance parking gate but no one else around.



I walked through one of the dining rooms — it had a very large antique table surrounded by 16 antique chairs. They were the huge carved oak kind, very heavy. I went past them to put a note in the back room for the morning staff.



When I walked back through the dining room, all 16 antique chairs were now on top of the table. The security guard swore no one else was on the property, he never left his post, and nobody had passed him for hours.  ~

That would startle me too, Rick.

This place sounds scarier than the Bates Motel of Psycho wow

17. Ten years ago, I was visiting old Aunt Mabel in her house in Minneapolis for the first time. She lived in a huge old house with a wrap-around porch, large garden out back, and the standard coal chute leading to the basement. There was a ground floor, an upper floor, an attic, and a servants’ stair in the back connecting the kitchen to the basement and upstairs servants’ quarters. I had heard through another family member that Aunt Mabel believed there was a ghost. I don’t believe in ghosts, and I didn’t engage Aunt Mabel about it.

I slept in the guest room that first night, and I awoke at 1:00am to see that my bedroom door was open, and also the bedroom door across the hall was also open. No one was sleeping in there.

My blurry eyes saw a little boy standing next to the bed in the room across the hall in the darkness. The white doily parts of his vintage clothing were slightly lit up in the moonlight. It appeared that he was looking right at me.

I rubbed my eyes and opened them again to see the scene differently. I had mistaken the nightstand covered in a white lace cloth as a little boy. I went back to sleep.

Downstairs at breakfast the next morning, Aunt Mabel asked me how my night went. She hinted that I should share any dreams or stories with her. So I told her about the little boy that was actually a night stand.

Her face lit up and she said, “Oh, so you saw little Walter!”

The house had been home in the early 1900s to a family with a little boy named Walter. One day, the boy had been found dead in the basement at the bottom of the coal chute. It had been a mystery, but foul play had been suspected. (So says Aunt Mabel.)

Unfortunately, I have not been in touch with Aunt Mabel for a very long time. I am still curious as to what the full story was about Walter’s family.  👻

18. I was walking up the stairs in an old monument of some sorts and when I got to the top I felt something push my back, not hard but hard enough to trip me, I thought my brother did it so I turned around to smack him and he was at the bottom of the stairs talking to my Mom.  👻

Scary too, very scary.

I think they were not mistaken since she loved her garden so much

20. My mom’s dad can sense when a ghost is around. Our neighbor recently passed and we had her apartment in our hands and we let my mom’s dad stay there. Her spirit or ghost was around and things kept falling off shelves. My mom’s dad kept shivering. (It was the middle of summer).



People who move into that apartment usually move out within 6 months – 1 year.  👻