👻 Ghost Stories

During an unfortunate day, for some reason my uncle gave some lecture about the struggles he faced in his life to his eldest daughter, thinking she was moving in wrong direction. My aunt, uncle and other two daughters went for a meditation centre, leaving my grandmother and elder daughter at house. As I said my uncle is a painter, he had huge amount of turpentine oil in house and thinner. The eldest immolated herself with turpentine oil and some other liquid in the same "BATHROOM". She was rushed to hospital but died after struggling for 4 days. She was 15 years old then. The incident happened in 2013 March 23.   👻

As time went on I realized we were living in a haunted house. It started becoming more than items being moved around from one room to another, or things disappearing and reappearing again. Now whatever was in the house became focused on my jewelry box. I would open it to get a necklace I have hanging inside and see them all tangled together. I would wonder how they all got that way? So I'd take them all out and patiently untangle them. I don't wear my necklaces every day. Sometimes weeks would go by before I'd wear one. I'd open my jewelry box and they'd be all tangled up in knots again?! It would take me over an hour to untangle them! What's strange is I'd notice certain knots in the chains, they were deliberate as if someone took their time to do it. 

Mr. C and I began to fight a lot and we never did before. He couldn't see what I did. One day after months of untangling knots in my necklaces I just brought the whole jewelry box out to show him, he knew I had just untangled them a few weeks ago! I asked him HOW was it happening? He started taking my chains out and seeing how they were in knots. I yelled at him saying it wasn't natural and that he knows it isn't! He spent over an hour unraveling my gold and silver chains, one was tangled so badly it broke. He finally agreed that it WAS strange and he just didn't know what to say. At least he was starting to see what I did. 

Then I went to one of my trinket boxes to get a pretty lapel pin to wear on my blouse. They had all been unfastened with the pin sticking straight up?! I always close the pins so I won't get stuck from them. I took them out and closed them. Days later I went back and they were all opened with the pins sticking straight up in the air again! If I were to put my hand in without looking I could easily have injured myself. I sat on the edge of the bed and yelled out "WHO'S HERE?!" I began to cry and felt a heavy weight around me. I started to get depressed living in that house. Mr. C and I fought all the time now. I KNEW we had to get out of there, the house was tearing us apart and making me sick. 

We finally found a place and it was a blessing to be leaving. As I mentioned in "Part 1" of this story (Editor's addition: www.yourghoststories.com/real-ghost-story.php?story=26858), I like to mark my boxes so I know what goes in which room. When I opened them up in our new house nothing was in the boxes as marked, and some of the boxes where half empty?! 

A few weeks later I was kneeling at the bathtub cleaning it when something scratched me just above my ankle. I immediately stopped to look at it. It was throbbing with pain and also this intense itching. Later on I had two scratches on the front of my neck. I knew I had been followed to our new house and was scared. 

I have a girlfriend that had been in Afghanistan at the time of these happenings. She was home now and had a friend that did paranormal investigations. I called her to do one and man oh man, did we get the scare of our lives! I don't know what's here or why it follows me, I just keep trying to deal with it by praying. I have smudged a few times before, but it didn't work.  👻

We recently decided to get some cats as we wanted a pet and dads not a massive dog lover. They do sometimes just stare into the darkness and both refuse to sleep downstairs and sleep in the hallway upstairs together. We still have stuff happen such as seeing 'figures' out the corner of our eyes, the living room tv turns on from time to time and we get the odd photo frame fall off the wall and smash. But it doesn't seem to be as bad anymore and we have just learnt to live with it.  👻

Iwould like to start this by describing myself first. I think it is important to have some sense of the person relating a story so that the reader may know some point of reference from which it is being told. I am an engineer, and I am told that I have a very logic driven mind. Although I imagine myself to have some of the left-brained tendencies, it is true that I seek (and usually find) a logical reason to most things. Previous to this encounter, I have never experienced anything that I would put into the category of supernatural or ghostly in origin.



I have always been curious about the topic of the supernatural, often reading stories and occasionally watching some of those TV programs about encounters. An ex-girlfriend of mine (who was from Japan and described herself as someone able to interact with spirits) said she saw a black aura around me which acted like some form of ghost repellant. It was her (expert?) opinion that I was the kind of person that ghosts would avoid. Perhaps I should later describe the experiences of that ex-girlfriend, as she certainly told me more ghost encounters than anyone I have ever met (although I also had the impression she didn't tell me nearly all she had to tell...). I honestly think she was a little bit crazy, but not necessarily about the ghosts. I had broken up with this ex-girlfriend years before, so she was not even remotely in my mind when I had the following encounter. I mention her only to relate the part about me being somehow repellant to ghosts. In any case, you now know something about me as I relate this occurrence: I am an engineer, I am logical, I have bad luck with relationships, and I seemingly repel ghosts even though I am interested in the topic.



My previous job in sales involved much traveling around southeast Asia. I would travel almost every week. One week to Thailand, one week to Japan, one week to Singapore, and so on. The consequence of this continual travel was that I would spend many, many nights in various hotels. To me, a hotel was simply a place to sleep, and more often than not, to write those late night emails back to the company I worked for in the States that would be waking up just as I should be laying down to sleep. Hotels, I have come to learn, are prime locations for spirits as well as travelers.



On this particular occasion, I was in Vietnam in the small coastal town of Vung Tau. I had just completed my usual week long business meetings. Nothing at all notable had occurred during my week's stay. Check out of the hotel was at noon, and I had packed my bags in preparation of being able to grab them and leave after I finished eating lunch. I ate lunch at a local restaurant with my colleagues and upon return to the hotel, I went up to retrieve my bags for the long drive to Saigon. Upon exiting the elevator, I had to turn right and then right again to enter the long hallway of rooms of which my room (room 816) was at the very end on the left. I relate this particular fact because I think it is important to note that in the 15-30 seconds it took me to walk down the hallway to my room, I could see clearly that no one was in the hallway. No one had entered or exited my room. If they had, I would have clearly seen them, so I am quite certain that no person (maid or otherwise) was responsible for what I next witnessed.



Coming to my room, I inserted the electronic key, heard the lock open and then pushed the door open. Immediately upon opening, I heard the unmistakable sound of the toilet flushing. The bathroom entrance was very near to the entry door, in fact it was immediately next to the entry door (allowing only for the distance of the door swing). Because I heard the toilet flushing, I thought the maid may have been in the room commencing her cleaning before I had checked out (that would have been unlikely, but certainly possible). I called out something like "Hello?" because I didn't want to startle her if it was the maid. In two steps I had closed the distance from the entry door to the bathroom door.



While I was taking those two steps to the bathroom door, I noticed that the flushing toilet sounded different from normal. It sounded as if a lot of water was flushing, not the normal amount of water. This struck me as an odd sound even before I reached the bathroom entrance. Upon reaching the bathroom entrance, I was immediately struck by two notable things. First, I could now see the toilet, and I was very surprised to see the quantity of water sloshing around in the toilet. Of course, I have watched a toilet being flushed, but the quantity of the water that I saw in the toilet this time was much, much greater than a normally flushing toilet. I am talking about perhaps triple the amount of a regular flush. Now, the strangest thing yet was that as soon as I set eyes upon the toilet, I heard the flushing sound stop. Somehow, as soon as I looked at it, the water suddenly ceased to flow. I actually saw the residual water continue to slosh around rather violently for a few seconds before it finally settled down. At the same time my mind was processing the visual display, I was also struck simultaneously by the second notable thing. This was the horrendous, nauseating smell that permeated the bathroom. It was a ghastly smell, and something that I had to process in my mind at the same time that the water was sloshing around.



As my (logical) mind was trying to process the sight (and smell) before me, I got that unmistakable tingly feeling at the back of my neck that has been described by many others with better skill to describe it than me. Something was not right, and I could immediately sense the "not-rightness" of it. And although I fancy myself as being brave, I did not entertain any notion of sticking around to investigate what the cause of the violent flushing may have been. I took two backwards steps away from the bathroom door (not wanting to turn my back on it), reached blindly over to my suitcase which luckily had been pre-packed, and fumbled my way out the door. Hurrying down the elevator, I stumbled out and managed to check out. Sheepishly, I asked the front desk staff if any one had mentioned previously about room 816 being haunted. Their eyes were wide with surprise and a bit of fright. The Vietnamese have a healthy respect for ghosts, and I am quite satisfied to know that they at least believed me, even if my coworkers did nothing but mock my story during the 2-hour ride to Saigon.



As I said, I have a logical mind. Of course, I have thought of the possibility that a maid was in the room cleaning, and I startled her upon which she somehow hid out of site. I can not settle on that for explanation because I did not see anyone when I entered the room, nor did I see anyone enter or leave the room as I walked down the corridor. My engineering mind is always seeking reasonable explanations. I have thought of the possibility that the toilet valve was stuck open (perhaps I had flushed it prior to going to lunch), and the stuck valve was responsible for the running water. I can not settle on that for explanation either, because the amount of water flowing was greatly more than normal, to the point of splashing out of the bowl. And how then to explain that the valve stopped flushing the moment I looked into the bathroom? I could find no certain logical explanation, and I have thought it over many times.



Because I return to hotel very frequently for business, I have come to know the front desk staff, and they have come to know me. They know by now not to offer me the key for room 816 anymore. I refuse to enter that room, and nothing will entice me to even go, even though it is said to be one of the best in the hotel.  👻

3) I walk back to my room to see a nice sized black spider hanging over my bed on a string. I don't know if that has to do with anything paranormal, but that is quite a coincidence.  👻

by Dar77

The old cemetery and college site have been labeled as haunted since I was a child. It has always been a very eerie place. Please help in any way possible. Thank you   👻

have an unusual experience... This experience is so long that I had to break it apart in "7 stories". These 7 stories are the 7 experiences in total that I had with my so-called Unknown friend.

These stories happened when I was in High school in Canada. I was 18 years old at that time. Since I'm a shut-in person, I don't really like to go outside the house to have fun like other teenagers. I'm content and happy to just stay in my room watching dramas, anime, or playing video games. I wouldn't go outside unless my friends invited me to go somewhere with them. Sometimes they would offer me to eat my favourite food just to make me go outside. 

My parents are always at work during day, so after school I'm by myself at home until 9pm when they get home. Even weekends they have work so I'm all alone the whole day. 

STORY 1: November 2014 - 3pm 

Just got home from school. No one's home. Removing all the clothes, leaving only underwear, I'm preparing to change clothes, when I heard the front door being open then close, and heard footsteps walking on the wooden floor coming to where my room is. Thinking it was my dad coming home early from work, I immediately close the door of my room which is open by then, and get the bathrobe to cover myself. While getting out, I just shout and said, "Hey dad, you're so early today huh?" But, when I went out of the room, to the living room, and to the entrance door... There's no one there. 

STORY 2: November 2014 - 3pm 

Just got home from school. After I change my clothes, I have a hobby of cleaning the house as my daily basis like doing dusting, vacuuming, washing dishes, and so on, before I go back to my room. While washing the dishes in the kitchen, alone in the house, I started talking to myself about a bunch of stuff happened to me that day. Like, I would said, "I should have ask (name of a friend) to go with me tomorrow" or "I have a feeling I got a pass score on my test this morning". It was kind of a hobby to talked to myself loudly when I was alone. While washing the dishes, I saw a shadow of a person in my back moving, in front of me. The light in the kitchen is at my back above me. So when I face the sink, I will see a grey shaded of my own shadow in front of me. So when I saw a dark shadow moving in front of me, it immediately click to my mind that there's a person behind me. I hurriedly turned my head back but, there's no one there. I remember that time, I heard the sound of my heart beating fast. I then stop washing, leaving the dishes, there's still soap in my hand, and go to my room, open my laptop, connect it to my bluetooth speaker and play music in max volume then, go back to washing again. 

STORY 3: November 2014 - 1pm in school (4th period class). 

I was seating near the door. The door was close. We were watching movie, when the door knob suddenly moved (like someone wants to open it). I look at the teacher beside me, whose desk is also near the door, if he is going to open it, but not. The doorknob continue to move in 15-20 sec. But still, no one's standing to open it. I don't feel like opening it because I already know, that there's something wrong. After 5-8 minutes The door starts to move again, but this time, the force was so strong that the whole door was shaking. I look at my teacher again and classmates if they are seeing it but, they're still focusing in watching the movie. When I look back at the door, I heard a loud banging sound. It's like something was thrown to the door behind it. In my shock of hearing the loud banging, I accidentally push myself back from the desk in front of me, making my seat a loud noise from moving back. My classmate beside me call me "hey Glady, you alright, what happened?" I look at the door that stop moving, and then, look all of them, staring at me and said "yeah, I'm alright... I just fell asleep. Thanks" 

STORY 4: November 2014 

After what happened in school (story 3). I started talking to my friends about it, and they are the ones who gave me the idea that it might be an unknown friend. "We're going to your house today, we will see if your unknown friend is there" they said. 4 of my friends went to my house at 3pm after school. We stayed in my room. "what? Where is it? There's nothing here." my friends keep joking about my so-called unknown friend being not showing up. At 7pm, they went home after being picked up by 1 of my friend's parents. The next morning, when I went to school, they were rushing towards me panicking and said... "Glady, your friend, followed us last night." They said that when they're about to get in the car, when they open the door, my friends parents said, "where did you get Sampaguita?" They said that when they open the car door, the parents immediately smell a strong aroma of Sampaguita. It's winter, no flower will bloom, and we don't have sampaguita flowers at home. In Philippines, Sampaguita symbolizes purity, love, and hope. But in religious, there's a superstition that if you smell sampaguita flower even though you know there's no sampaguita there at all. It represent that there's a spirit following you. 

STORY 5: November 2014 - 9pm 

I was in my room, calling my grandmother in the Philippines who lives in Aklan. I was telling her the story about what was happening to me recently, about my so-called unknown friend. Then she advice me to burn a white paper in the fire with salt, and smoke the house while keep praying. We were still talking on the phone when, 

"is there a child beside you?" asked my grandmother. 

"There's no one here why?" I replied. 

"I hear a child laughing. See? Right there. It's so loud" 

"oh... I'm going to call again later granny.". 

"ok. But don't forget what I told you." 

Then the call ended. I sat on my bed, facing my laptop, thinking about what my grandmother said when I suddenly felt someone's breath, blowing my hair in the left ear. I felt chill and when out of my room. The same night, I told my parents all the story happened to me, and before going to sleep, my mother put up 3 rosaries blessed with holy water in my room. 

STORY 6: November 2014 - 3pm 

Just got home from school, alone in the house. I was lying in bed, looking at the ceiling and thinking back the things happened to me. When I started whispering, "I'm not talking to you anymore". I got up and then go to the washroom, looking myself in the mirror when I started saying again, "I don't like you whatever you are." Thinking back, I think I said that because so many things unusual have happened, I'm not comfortable anymore and I know, that something is in there. I got out from the wash room and was going to the kitchen to start washing the dishes when a tissue box fell in front of me. The tissue box is from the top of the cabinet in the kitchen. I need to walk across the cabinet to reach the sink to wash the dishes. I then pick the tissue box up and put it back to its place. When it happens, I decide to play some music to break the silence around the house. But when I was going back to my room to play a music, it falls again. 

STORY 7 LAST: November 2014 - 3am 

The night after story 6. I was sleeping in my bed, having a nice dream, when I suddenly woke up and saw 2 persons standing on my bed, beneath my feet. Because there's no light in the room, I can't see their faces, but I know that it was 2 guys. I was just going to scream when in just a mere second they're above me (it's like they teleported), holding both of my hands and mouth close to my face. I saw them clearly, there is no face, its all grey. And I don't know why but even though they're not holding my leg, feet, and body, I can't move. Then I started to feel I was pulling down in my bed, it's like there's a hole where I was lying. I keep calling my mom, whose in the next room but there's no sound. I keep resisting, it goes in 8-10 seconds, but when I started crying, I was so shock that they're just suddenly gone. It's like, I woke up in my dream then, woke up again. I then, slowly get up on the bed, turn the lights on, I don't dare to look back at my bed because I feel heat around my back. It's the feeling that someone is standing to your back to block out the air and just feel the body heat. My neck feels hot, even my ear feels hot. I got goosebumps all over my neck. I open the door of my room, got out, go to my parents room, and start crying. I spend the rest of the night sleeping with them. 

Since then, my so-called unknown friend didn't show up. Nothing happens too. Back to normal. 

In the last 7 story, I know that what happened to me is sleep paralysis. I often have that, but not to this extent that i'll cry running to my parents. I'm 18 years old that time.  👻