👻 Ghost Stories

Hey guys, it's been a while since I have been active on this website. Well, I had been going through so many ups and downs in life, rushing back and forth managing my professional as well as personal life which never really left me with much time to invest on myself. I don't intend to run around in circles so I'll start my story. 

This incident dates back to about 2015 when I was working as a deputy engineer in one of the L.G's branch departments based off at Incheon, South Korea. I was enlisted in the foreign country for a first time and it was difficult for me to get accustomed with the Korean culture, although the Koreans were welcoming I can't help but feel like a familiar stranger to them. It was culture shock as the east Asia felt completely otherworldly from the South-east. 

Luckily, I found some companionship of fellow Indian mates working on the same firm as me. Despite of my relieved solitude the work stress was real owing to the work-culture of Asia. 

So a few of us friends decided a take a little off from the work and enjoy ourselves on a vacay. We decided to choose a rural area as it was a trip to refresh ourselves from the work pressure and we can also explore the culture of this country on the way. Our destination was Boseong-Gun village in Jeollanam (sorry if I had mentioned it wrong). The village in itself was kind of isolated from the world of hustle bustle of the rest of the Korea which was it's attractive feature. There were no luxurious hotels to welcome the tourists but it was quite a tourist destination. There were various guesthouse and inns across the street. 

We checked into this one inn I can't quite recall its name which was quite popular having a legend of a good luck goddess. The inn had a small 'zen' garden at the backyard with a fish pool at its center where the tourists used to throw a coin praying for good luck. The owner of the inn believed that the goddess used to visit and fulfill the wishes of the people. Initially I thought it was a sham to attract more tourists but still I adhered to it. 

We were allotted a quite spacious room as we were three in number. The room had wall sized windows which directly opened into the garden. The view of the inn was fabulous. Harvey (Harvinder) was the only one in our group who knew Korean so he was talking to the accountant regarding the stay. I was tired so I went to bed early after the tiresome journey. Ravi and Harvey went to bed after some time hence. At the middle of the night I was suddenly awaken by the sound of what seemed like footsteps in the garden. 

I was curious to know who on Earth is taking a walk in the middle of the night. So I opened the window to sneak a peak when I saw a woman wearing a traditional Korean dress (hanbok) sitting beside the pool. She had long black hair which appeared to be shining in the moonlight. Her body was pale with a feverish complexion in her toes and the moment I tried to get closer to her she turned her head around and all I remembered was that she was she was breathtakingly beautiful. What happened after that seems to have vanished from my memory. 

I woke up to Ravi shaking me roughly while screaming my name with Harvey and many people surrounding me. I was so puzzled as to where I was when Ravi told me that he caught me wondering me in the garden heading towards the woods. I was utterly confused as I didn't recall what had happened even to this day I can't remember. I screamed at the top of my lungs narrating everyone what I saw. All of them were shocked while some refused to believe me but the localities said that I saw the goddess and I was lucky to have survived, these spirits are often tricksters who tend to tend to lure humans by wandering them off in the woods with their mesmerizing charm. Although, they remarked that I was not the only one who saw her. 

After this confession I hugged Ravi thanking him to have saved me on time. I don't know whether I am blessed with good luck or not but I was indeed extremely terrified after this experience.  ~ 👻

This story happened in the late 80s when I was around the age of 16, I am now in my mid 40s. 

Around 6 of us girls were having a sleepover at our friend Monique's house. Just a side note as its important to the story, Monique's family were Dutch and all spoke Dutch fluently. 

She lived in the middle of nowhere (the wop wops as we call it here in New Zealand). Her parents were away for the night and it was just us and her older brother, who would have been around 19 at the time. Her brother and his friends were very much at that time, as most teenagers were, into seances (sorry another seance story) and had made up a board with the usual yes/no and had the alphabet made out of scrabble pieces, glass in the middle and it was sitting in the middle of their coffee table still made up. 

It was after midnight and Big brother had taken himself off to bed and we were left to our own devices. Of course it didn't take long until our sights were set on this homemade ouija board. Most of us there had never done one except for one of our friends Selina, so she pretty much took charge and soon we were under way with our fingers on the glass trying to see who we could contact. It wasn't long until the glass actually started moving and after a while of asking questions we found out we were talking to a young girl, who's name I have forgotten, who had apparently died in a car accident. Anyway we were chatting to her for a while, all taking turns at having our fingers off the glass to make sure none of us were pushing it, when she started spelling out things that made no sense and the glass began moving faster and faster, then eventually so fast it flew off the table and just as it did a cabinet behind us flew open making a whooshing sound as it did. Of course this scared the heck out of us all and that was it, the end of the seance. 

We were all sitting there not really talking just kind of in shock when we realised Monique was crying. We all asked what was wrong but she refused to tell us. Just asked us to go and get her brother, which we did. She was so upset at what happened she slept in her brothers room and we didn't see her until the next day where she still refused to tell us why she had become so upset. It was so out of character, Monique was a pretty tough chick but we all left it at that and we never talked about that night again. Actually none of us kind of hung out together after this incident, not sure why but we all kind of made new friends and only caught up with one another occasionally. 

Roll on 20 years, we had all obviously grown up, all had kids of our own, moved away from the area, when we decided it was time to have a catch up. Only three of us where there from that night, including Monique. We were talking about old times and somehow or another the subject of that night came up and we again asked what happened and this is what she finally told us. 

Her and Selina had been alone together earlier in the day before the rest of us arrived and they had come up with a plan to use the ouija board to scare us. They were going to take turns pushing the glass etc. It was Monique's turn to take her finger off the glass when it started to spell out stuff that made no sense to us. What we didn't know was that it had suddenly changed from spelling out words in English to words in Dutch, only Monique could understand it. It spelt out something along the lines of be careful or be aware and then spelt out, evil is here and that is when the glass flew off the table, scaring the living daylights out if us. The other thing that had made her so upset was the cabinet. The cabinet was an old antique that they had brought all the way over from the Netherlands and was her Grandmother's. It had all their important documents in it and was locked by using a key. Which apparently had always been kept in her Mum and Dad's room at the other end of the house, so how this cabinet opened that night remains a mystery as does the whooshing sound it made when it opened. I would like to think it was her Grandmother looking out for us but who knows?  👻

I'd like to start off as saying I've always thought the paranormal, and ghosts were tv and hollywood made up nonsense. 

I work part-time at a local daycare ran by a family friend while taking night classes. For the family friend's privacy I won't say the name of the daycare. 

The first day I started working was fun I love kids and enjoy spending time with them. 

There was something odd though (I'm not using her real name) Ann a four year old kept talking about someone called big bro yet when I asked, her parents she was an only child I passed it off as an imaginary friend and forgot about it. 

The first I guess you'd call paranormal event happened back in November. It was cold so the heat was on constantly, yet when I would walk into the playroom it was cold. I checked the vent incase it was covered but I could feel heat coming from the vent then I checked the window it was completely shut. 

I walked back in a few hours later to clean up the kids' toys and it was warm like the other rooms. 

A few days later I was checking in on the baby's while, they were supposed to be napping but some are little escape artistes 

I opened the door and saw Bobby (not his real name) he was half way over the side of the crib when I caught him he froze or got scared and let go of the rail.

The distance between his crib and the door is rough 14 feet I ran for him but the really freaky part is he stopped mid air halfway to the floor. Then he was lowered onto the floor I grabbed him and, ran out of that room. I went to (not her real name) Emily and told her what happened. 

She said," Relax dear that's just Chris." I was dumbfounded she acted like it was normal. I guess the look of disbelief showed and then Emily went more into detail. She said Chris worked here for years making the kids happy but a few months before I started he passed away due to an asthma attack. 

The kids loved him and had taken to calling him big bro. They can see him because they are so young and innocent he helps out still even after passing away. 

She told me on occasion she can still see him playing with them; a baby would be giggling up a storm and they were alone, a block would lift up by itself or the rocking chair he'd read to them in would rock by itself. 

I have seen similar things since our chat one time I was trying to comfort one of the babies while they were fussy. I tripped over a toy and fell back I wrapped the baby up and got ready for the pain but I never hit the ground. 

I was pushed back up and I heard whistling like a lullaby the baby calmed down. The kids still say they see their big bro and I've walked into the playroom to clean up and all the toys are already put away. 

I feel fortunate that my first run in with the paranormal has been such a positive one.  ~  👻

n my first post I briefly mentioned how my family has a history of weird happenings. When I was younger these were all confined to my father's side of the family. I don't see him anymore but both me and my mother are still close to his mother, my grandmother.



Grandma would have frequently kept me entertained with tales of our family's haunted past. I never took them seriously but still enjoyed listening. My mother never really approved of these stories but also didn't see the harm in what she believed were either tall tales or stories with simple explanations. To her credit, mom was always able to offer an explanation to any story I relayed from grandma.



We moved into our current house about five years ago and this was when I started encountering some weird stuff.



The house was a big project for my mom and one I remember she was very excited about. She had bought it at auction with a view to renovating it fully. The house was in such bad shape it was a few months after purchase before it was even habitable for us. When we moved in, work was still ongoing. I have no idea of the history of the house other than it's old. My grandma remembers a family living there when she was a teenager so that gives some idea just how long it's been in the neighbourhood.



A few days after we moved in I began hearing footsteps at night. The floor of the landings on the first are second floor are old wood and creak with the slightest bit of pressure. To my ears, the sound was unmistakable, like someone was walking across the halls with heavy shoes. Each time I checked there was nothing there.



At first my mom wrote it off as simply the sounds an old house makes and then as my overactive imagination fuelled by grandma's stories. She wasn't cruel about it and never said she didn't believe me but she has always been a sceptic, even after the incident on the road that I wrote about in my first story.



The footsteps were never constant. Within a few weeks they had stopped almost altogether.



A couple of months later, I think in March or April, I was in my bedroom and I heard a door slamming downstairs. My mom shouted up to me, warning me about being gentle with the doors and I had to tell her I was upstairs and nowhere near the door that had somehow slammed shut on its own. The house is old but by then had proper insulation so it would not have been draughty enough for a breeze to slam it shut and there was no wind outside.



Around this time I started hearing the footsteps again. One night I believe I saw a figure dressed in grey flash past my room. As with the footsteps I couldn't find the owner despite going immediately into the hall. Over a number of months when I was sitting with my mom, I thought I could see someone out of the corner of my eye looking in her direction. The figure would be there for a split second and then be gone when I turned my head.



Things like this have happened on and off since we moved in. My mom has often experienced things without noticing them or writing them off as something innocent, including being tapped on the shoulder while in the kitchen despite being home alone or thinking that she heard someone whisper from behind her or breathe on her neck. On at least two occasions she has taken off her watch, a large gold Michael Kors, only to find it has been moved to another room when she went to put it back on.



The attic in the house is somewhere I never go. Although I have never thought that anything in the house would do me harm, the attic creeps me out. It has a heavy feeling to it. There is a lot of cool stuff up there though. Old furniture that the previous owner left behind and we kept. My mom loves it and has restored some of it.



Her latest project was an old dressing table and after a lot of prodding I agreed to help her move it downstairs. It was a normal winter day. Cold outside but our house is always warm. Even so, there was a notable temperature drop as soon as we walked into the attic.



Mom went over to the table and put both hands on it. She gasped as soon as she touched it and both her hands seemed to jump away from the table as if pushed. Before I could do anything she had somehow been knocked to the ground. She didn't move and her eyes were closed. It took me a few seconds to realize she had fainted.



She came to within a few seconds, maybe twenty, although it felt like longer. She remembers touching the table and then waking up with me looking over her. She was very embarrassed and explained that she must have fainted. I accepted this and it's only now after posting my other story that I'm thinking there's more to it. The way she seemed to get shoved away from the table as if someone had pushed her was unnatural.



As with everything in the house, mom sees the simple explanation; that she had simply fainted.



As with the incident on the road, her watch had also stopped but I guess that could be explained by her fall.   ~  👻

This story is about my beloved cat, Katie, she was a darling, she wore an velvet pink bow collar, and an pink velvet harness with an bell, (no I did NOT walk her, I just put it on her when she went outside, just in case she got lost and her collar fell off, so people knew she had an lovely home) I had her since 2000, she was very old and perfectly healthy, until her death in 24/12/2019, sadly she died Christmas eve. 

I actually brought her 2 presents, an fish wand with catnip in it, and an soft cat toy that looked like an fish with catnip in it, she would have loved them, but she never got to play with them, she died of nothing, but old age. She died peacefully in her sleep, it was the worst Christmas ever, I was crying my head off. On Christmas day, once I finished giving my family their presents and they gave me mine, there was still one present left. 

The name tag said to "kayleh" from "katie" I started crying and asked who did it, but they all said they did not, I opened it and I saw Katie's velvet collar, velvet harness with a bell and the fish wand and fish plush I brought her, there was an photo of her, that I never took, it had writing on the back it read "hi kayleh, please don't cry, I can only be with you in ghost form, I shall see you tonight. From katie your beloved maine coon" I cried and asked who did it. 

Nobody had done so. I ran to my room and grabbed a pin from the pot and hung the photo up and stared at it, her blue eyes, tannish brown fur on the top half of her face, the white mouth and white bottom part of her face, her tufts of white hair on the tip of her ears, I cried for hours, and then fell asleep, I dreamt of Katie. 

Katie was on my bed meowing, and then spoke, I remember exactly what she said "hi, kayleh, I will stay with you forever in ghost form. I love you" she was wearing her velvet harness and collar, and then I woke up to a familiar meow. 

It was Katie! I sobbed, she had her velvet collar and harness on, I smoothed her but she was cold, but she rubbed my hand and she was purring, this is the first time I saw her when she was dead. 

I continue to see her everyday, this is 100% true, I sob everytime I see her, my friends or family don't believe me so I posted it here, her name was similar to mine.  👻

I like day trips, just getting in my mustang and driving. This weekend in December 2018 I decided I'm going to the Hofbrauhaus German Restaurant in Cleveland and since I'm going I might as well explore the local legend of the Rockefeller gravesite.

In Lakewood Cemetery, Rockefeller is buried with a few relatives besides an obelisk baring his name. Local legend says that if you leave a dime on the monument wealth will come your way. Ya, something came my way. Almost immediately my significant other tells me a spirit followed me home. I don't know if this singular trip to this cemetery was the catalyst for haunting 2 hours away in Michigan.

I have never been a believer, but too many times has a spirit bothered either me or my girl.

I was sleeping on the couch one time only to awake and start throwing punches at a dark figure hovering near my head just before my sweetheart enters the apartment. One time late at night coming in from work and the apartment is pitch black, I walk right into the apartment and for no real reason I side step as if avoiding walking into something. I did a double take after I turn on the lights trying to figure out why I did the previous maneuver.

My love reports to me that since Cleveland, the bedroom is occupied by a shadow person. She sees it from the living room and would close the door to the room until it's time to sleep. She is a street smart and tough person from Detroit not given into artistic inclinations and sleeps in the bedroom even though a ghost is in there... Even if it scares her. Even her friend broke down shaking from seeing a ghost in the hallway beside the bedroom door.

I've put up crucifixes at the main door, the bathroom door and the bedroom in the summer of 2019. The disturbance has been reduced or taken a less scary approach. Until now...

This past week in February 2020, something different has been haunting the bedroom. I've woken up again throwing punches into the air. A darker force that has my girl sleeping scared under the blankets because she doesn't want to see the ghost. After she told me of her recent experience, I told her mine so as to comfort her that it's not just her and admit I slept with the light on hinting she does the same while I'm working over night.

I'm thinking that I need to spend more time taking possession of the room. Lay down some sage and holy water.   👻

I'd like to say, that I am pretty disturbed about my subject and since the internet has come about, I have been looking for some kind of answer to explain what I saw and to this day no one seems to have an answer! I see that some people (very few) have seen almost exactly what I saw but, that is where the experience ends. No answer! 

I grew up in Southern New Jersey about 3 miles or so from Fort Dix Army Base in the 70's in a small town (Country Lakes). Growing up here everyone around knew that the woods here are very scary and more so at night! As a kid, my friends and I were always running through the woods or driving down the dark dirt roads of The Pine Barrens at night and it became almost normal to hear that someone heard or saw something unexplainable. I heard many stories from people but, I never saw anything...Until! 

It was around 1978 and I was 10 years old. During the summer, my best friend at the time and I came to my house after running around outside and it was already dark out, probably around 9:00 pm. My friend lived right next door to me and our houses were up against the woods in the back yards. After playing, we went to my backyard and sat on the deck with our feet hanging over the side and were small talking because it was time for him to go home soon. 

As we are sitting in the dark, I happened to look over to my right, say the one or two 0'clock position and to my SURPRISE, I saw two large glowing red eyes staring straight at us! Now these eyes were about 8 or so feet high from the ground and not a normal height for a person. The second thing, these eyes were large! I would say they seemed to be the size of a tennis ball and that was from a distance of around 30 yards. I can best describe the color as almost the same color as a brake light from a car, the same type of glow! It also looked like there was a small black pupil in the middle. 

Whatever this was, it didn't move at all and it made itself very obvious the way it was just staring at us! Another thing I noticed is I could see no body and no face! There was no outline at all but, it was very dark. This thing was standing right at the edge of the tree line and my back yard. 

So, as I glanced over and saw this, I became VERY scared and my reaction was to swing my left arm and hit my friend to get his attention and point to the obvious! I was so scared I didn't speak just reacted! This entire moment was literally only a few seconds! As my friend saw this, we both shot up and ran as fast as we could into my house! When we got inside we went straight to the back window and saw these eyes leaving through the woods like it was running and you could see the eyes going in a flowing motion up and down like it was flying but, the woods were to thick for that! What I saw was not human and huge! And I'm now 50 years old and I believe I will never know what the hell this was! This is the first time I have ever told what I saw publicly!  👻