👻 Ghost Stories

Finding a place to sit in the home of my Great Aunt is an experience that isn't easily forgotten. She is a hoarder; though not as afflicted as are the poor souls that you see on those television shows about hoarding interventions. When I visit someone, I feel uncomfortable moving piles of their personal items, just to sit in a chair. 

She lives in Dalton and is in her late eighties. I will call her "Edith" because she looks like an Edith; she is the sweetest woman on Planet Earth and any person who visits her will leave her house a few pounds heavier as she is convinced that everyone is hungry. 

Edith has lived in the same house since the early 1960's. When she was married to her first husband, the house was a basic split level. It had all of the bedrooms on the second floor with the garage below them. To the right of this garage, on the first floor, there were the functional rooms of the house; kitchen, living room, dining room and so on. 

There were stairs that, theoretically, led down into a finished basement; it was all theoretical to me because I was born in 1981 and, since that event took place, I have had no reason to believe that her basement exists. Clutter has blocked the entry to the basement on every single occasion that I have been there. I do know that there is a door called: "The Basement Door". 

My mother says that Edith wasn't a hoarder before her first husband died. He died of a heart attack in early 1970, right before my mother turned nine years old. 

My mother has told me of many of her own sightings of her dead uncle or of evidence that he was still around. One sticks with me; a week or two after her uncle's funeral, she said that she was sleeping in the guest bedroom and that she was awoken by the heavy scent of flowers. The scent was so strong that she described it as being a hindrance to her breathing. She got out of bed and rubbed her eyes; the room was faintly lit by the overhead light in the hallway that came through the open bedroom door. When she looked up, she saw her uncle looking out of a wall mounted mirror. 

He was not looking at her; he was looking in the direction of the open door and the hallway light. She said that he was wearing his funeral clothing. Maybe he was looking for Edith. 

My mother said that she jumped back in the bed and hid under the covers. If it was ME that saw him, I would have calmly walked out of there and they would have found me sleeping on the couch. "Calmly" because it's the people who run like maniacs who are the ones who get caught; it matters very little what you run from. 

Her reasoning behind her actions was that she was more afraid of getting on her mother's (my Grandmother's) nerves than she was of any ghost. She also said that her uncle had always been kind to her and she was only afraid because she knew he was compelled to be there for some reason. 

She never told Edith that she saw him. Edith was very heartbroken at that time and she knew it would make her aunt upset to have to hear "ghost stories" about her husband. 

So, my mother told me about it two decades later. The awesome power of suggestion has caused me to be wary of having a mirror anywhere near my bed. 

In 1975, Edith got married to her second husband. I barely remember him because he died young too; he had a brain tumor. Throughout the late seventies and early eighties, he made a few additions to the house. The lot that the house was on looked like a normal size from the street but the backyard went back for a long way; it was into this backyard that he made the additions. 

Originally, there was a door in the living room that led outside into a small garden area. Edith doesn't have much of a green thumb but she is very optimistic about growing things. The plants in her garden were struggling for life (or for a humane death) so it was no big deal to move the whole enterprise to another side of the yard. He removed the door and made a kind of short hallway. 

Someone with a surreal sense of interior design had fixed the walls of this hallway with frameless mirrors; top to bottom and end to end. Nothing stood in the way of seeing yourself reflected off into infinity; not even darkness. Coming from that, he built a long family room and at the end of that was a larger master bedroom and bathroom. 

After I started to grow older, there were less opportunities to visit Edith in Dalton. My mother and I stayed in her home once when I was twenty years old; there was a wedding going on with a second cousin that I can't even remember the name of. Edith's house was filled to capacity on that occasion and I had to sleep on an uncomfortable couch in the new living room. This couch was quite close to the hallway between the two living rooms. 

The couch looked lovely but it was one of those Victorian reproductions that are really most useful as a decorative item. They certainly make an awkward bed! I was lying down forever, trying to convince myself that I was comfortable and tired. It was while I was trying to cope with the couch that I heard someone walking in the old living room. I could hear the speed of their footsteps and knew that the only place anyone could be going was either to see me or Edith, in her bedroom. They weren't just wandering around. 

My line of sight from the couch enabled me to see through the hall of mirrors and into a corner of the old living room. So, as I listened to the approaching footsteps, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep; I didn't feel like having any more conversations with anyone. I heard the footsteps pause before the mirrors and I peeked from between my eyelashes and saw no one. 

As soon as I saw nothing, the footsteps continued coming down the hall towards me. They sounded as if they were wearing heavy shoes and they paused again at the threshold of the room. There was nothing there. I wanted to believe that it was someone walking upstairs but it was very obvious to me that the sound was coming from the hardwood floor of the hallway; that part of the house was only one floor, anyway. 

Edith had invested quite a small fortune in night lights so it was never really nighttime anywhere except for in the closets and the inaccessible basement. I had enough light to see. I didn't hear the footsteps retreat back down the hall and they didn't come in the room where I was. I sat up; even though I saw nothing there but mirrors reflecting each other, my mind told me that a man was standing there. 

It was really unnerving. I put my headphones on and rolled over. I felt confident that there wasn't any harm meant in what was happening and more confident that he wasn't able to pass into the new section of the house. I thought it was Edith's first husband, looking after her now that she was alone again. 

I don't remember how long it took me to fall asleep but I felt terrible the next day. I remember having an omelet for breakfast. 

I came back to Edith's house in September of 2019 and the house is even more stuffed with objects than it ever was. She got married to another man a few years ago... God bless her. When they got married, she was 85 and he was 89. He doesn't even live with her because he can't move around in the house; he has his own house nearby. 

I don't think there is anything to be worried about with Edith or her house. I think that the footsteps that I heard were, maybe, residual. There used to be a small porch where the hallway is and maybe my Great Uncle used to have a routine about standing there. If he really is there, maybe he just wants to be sure that Edith is happy. 

Thank you for reading my story! 👻

Iposted this somewhere else but thought I'd post it here too. I've wanted to tell other people about this but I feel like nobody will believe me, which is why I thought about sharing it here. This happened during summer break after my freshman year of high school in 2017. I and my mom went to go visit New York. It hadn't even been a year since I came to the US, which is why my mom wanted to show me different states like NY and NJ. I was pretty excited, and my mom showed me around the cities which was super fun. 

It was also around the time I started reading about haunted places in America and scary stuff like that in different websites. I heard about the Amityville House, and I heard that they made several movies and a book about it, even though I hadn't watched them. So, I told my mom that we should go look at it, since we were in NY and didn't know if we were coming back. She said 'sure why not', so we drove all the way to Long Island and finally reached the house. I wanted to take pictures and brag to my friends about the scary place we went to, so we got out of the car and took some videos. 

It was kind of cloudy and dark outside and it felt super eerie considering the fact that a whole family was murdered there. There was a cop car patrolling around the neighborhood and we didn't want to seem like we were going to break in or anything, so we looked at the house a bit and then drove back to our hotel. Nothing weird yet. 

After we got to our hotel, I looked at the videos and pictures I took of the house and this one particular video got my attention. I zoomed into the different windows of the house in the video and in one of them, you could clearly see a white smoke like thing go back and forth and disappear. It was definitely not a person, and I'm 100% sure there was nothing particular around that could've let out smoke. 

It just appeared, moved around a little bit and then disappeared. It's texture was like smoke but I'm pretty definitely sure it wasn't smoke. The best way I can describe it is that it looked like the Japanese floating balls of fire ghosts, called Onibi. I thought I was seeing things so I showed it to my mom and she was genuinely terrified as well. As much as I'm interested in the paranormal, I like to remain skeptical, so I posted the video on my spam account on Instagram wondering if my friends thought it was weird or not. 

A few of my friends DMed me saying that they saw the thing and it definitely did not look like smoke. I was so surprised that it might actually be a real ghost we caught on video because of all the theories that the Amityville haunting was a hoax. I didn't really think much of it but it creeped me out a little bit. I later forgot about it and after about a year and a half, I remembered about the video and thought about posting it on Reddit. So I scrolled through my camera roll and looked for it everywhere, but of course it was gone. I even logged into my old spam account and the video wasn't on there either. No I hadn't changed phones or anything. 

I asked my mom if she remembers the video and she said yes of course, she was mad I lost it because it seemed like we actually caught something terrifying on camera. I asked my friends who saw the post and they said they definitely remembered it as well, but I couldn't find the video anywhere. I feel like the reason this is so hard to believe is because I'm claiming to have video evidence of it but I don't have it because it got deleted somehow. I really wish I still had it so I could post it here and maybe get an explanation of it.  👻

I play the piano, as do my father and brother. We have a baby grand piano in our living room, which is right off our foyer. The foyer has the staircase leading upstairs, which is where my bedroom is. Last night, I can't be sure if I was awake or not, but I heard a piano key be pressed down, then something like a few clicks or footsteps or something. I remember shivering and pulling the covers over my head, and then getting up to use the bathroom. I usually cover my alarm clock at night because the light bothers me, so I did not know what time it was. Then, I lightly heard another key. The keys were the notes A (flat?) and C. (Look them up) I ran into my parent room, both of them were sound asleep. I ran into my brother's room, both were again, sound asleep. Nothing on the piano close to the keys was heavy enough to trigger a sound. My house has a burglar alarm, but we do not use it often. We live in a fairly safe neighborhood, and for all I know, the only robberies in my town were planned. 

This was either early in the morning, or late in the night. Everyone but me was asleep. 

I can't really be sure what this was due to the fact the no one else but my family was in my house. 

I also saw a bright light after that, and it looked like my christmas tree lights were plugged in. Then, I blinked and they were gone. 

I am also a writer of short horror/ghost stories and I wonder if my believing in the paranormal has something to do with this. No one else in my family believes in ghosts.  👻

Over the years that I have lived in my current house, a few paranormal things have approached me. Before I was born, I had a sister that passed due to complications with her blood. I live in a very religious house, and my relatives always tell me she is always watching over me. Occasionally, when I am staying home alone, I will hear footsteps, or something fall in a different room. Once, a broom fell over directly behind me, while I was home alone.

Last night, I heard someone who sounded like my mom calling my name, twice. She did it first at about 9:49 PM, while I was in bed early, trying to fall asleep. Then, preceding a baby's cry, a series of small clicks. This was the first time the activity had escalated. The voice also sounded like it was right in the next room, but my mother was watching television with my father in the den. If she had called me from there, I would not have heard her. My sister died in December, which of course is our current month, so could she have come back... To remind us? Again, I have a very religious family. So is it true that maybe she came back?

Again, a lot of things had fallen when I was home alone. Our power flickers often, and I know for a fact that my parents pay all of our bills.

I forgot to mention that in the house I used to live in, I would often see a small silhouette climbing up our staircase, which faces my bedroom directly, and then the silhouette would stare into my room, and then run away. This would happen every night, and once the footsteps kept me up all night. I would stare into the hallway, and often see shadows on the walls. My parent never saw anything. Any help with this situation?  👻

The event happened in the year of 2000, I was in my 2nd year of high school in my home town of Malang, East Java. There was an urban legend about my High School Building. It used to be a cemetery during the Dutch Colonial Era. The rich and famous Europeans were buried in that Cemetery back then, during the early 1900s; government officials, influential people and so on. And in mid of 1970s, the Cemetery was moved to other Cemetery in the city, some were taken back to Holland or to Christian Cemetery in the Village of Sentong, around 2KM from this location. The ground turned into Soccer Field, Youth Scouts building and swimming pool, and my high school building. And during that time was when the Ghost story begun.



At first I didn't believe the stories; A ghost of government official riding horse and walking around the school ground; a blond lady sitting on the bench in the school garden; and the little boy in the backstage of the School Hall. I thought it was just an urban legend, like all schools have similar urban legend in my city. Considering that the building of my school is pretty new since it was build in the late 1970s, so it couldn't be haunted, right? The other School building were built during colonial era so they were haunted and my high school building couldn't be because it's new. Well that's what I thought back then.



That day, my Karate club was preparing for an upcoming competition. We were supposed to be practicing from after school hours around 2.30 PM until around 6.30 PM. We used a room in the backstage as a changing room, borrowing key from the Student council's office who used the room as storage.



Before the practice start, a friend from the student council warned us not to use the room after Maghrib (which is around 6 PM, right after sunset). My club mates and I were taken aback and asked him why but he repeat his warning, firmly told us not to enter the room after Maghrib. There was a belief among Javanese that ghost and creatures from 'the other world' come out during sunset, in time when the day turns to night. We didn't think much of the warning, we thought that the warning was because of the urban legend going on in the school that time. But damn we were so wrong.



So we ended the practice around 6PM, and we rushed to the room in the backstage. At first, there were three of us girls getting changed in that room. We heard a giggle, but we didn't think much about it. We heard the sound of Call of Prayer (Athaan) for Maghrib/ evening prayer, then one of us remembered about the warning so she asked me and my friend to get hurry. We joked and laughed, teased her for being such a coward. Somehow, something scared her as she turned and looked in the corner where there were stacks of boxes and white board leaning on the wall. She went out in a rush, and shouted at us to lock the door after we were done. Me and My friend laughed at her as we were almost done changing. And its then we hear another giggle. Immediately, we went quiet. Looked around and asked each other; did you just heard the giggle? And right after that, the white board leaning on the wall in the other side of the room, suddenly falls to the floor, the sound of it jolted both of us that we both shrieked.



We realised that this was the reason for the warning. We ran to the door but it was locked, we got panicky, we bang on the door, screaming, calling out for help. We were literally freaked out when we heard the giggle again. It was a kid giggling but there were no kid around there. We continued banging on the door and the giggle continued as well. Like 5 minutes later, my Sensei came and open the door. My friend and I immediately bolted out from that room, screaming.



The next day, I returned the key to the Student Council's room and that friend of mine asked me about what happened the other day. If it was true, that I got harassed by the kid ghost. I was shocked and then he told me that a kid ghost, blond kid, is in that room. He likes to tease people, especially those who were still in that school hall after maghrib, that's why he warned us to leave before maghrib and we were very ignorant that time that we didn't take his warning seriously.



Few years ago, I went back to my high school for reunion and I asked the juniors there about the Kid ghost in the School hall. And they were surprised, they asked me: did he tease you too? And recently, I asked an admin of a IG account which post pictures and stories about my hometown; if the Kid ghost is still there in so and so high school hall. And he laughed; he told me, that Kid ghost refused to leave even when they renovated the School hall.



I guess he is bound to stay there for good... I don't know until when...👻

My story happened way back when I was still working as a nurse in a University hospital here in Cebu. I've worked there for almost 4 years and I must say I do have a lot of experiences while working there. Doppelganger, black shadow (to which I assume is the reaper) and unusual noises, I've experience those.



There was one time, I was on my night shift then at the ICCU and that time we did not have any patients (these were the times when nurses were abundant in the Phils); I was not pulled out to another area, so what we did was we cleaned the the ICCU then after cleaning we've decided to watch the Conjuring. We did not concentrate on the movie since we were so busy talking and catching up with my colleague.



In the middle of our conversation, We heard very loud footsteps going to the CR, and by the way, we were staying at the Nurse's station that time and at the back of it was the CR so the footsteps were quite audible. We were assuming that it was one of our coworkers who was sleeping at that time at our sleeping lounge also located near the CR. Foot steps became louder so we've decided to check it out since we've also tried to call our coworker but she did not answer.



When we went to the CR there was no one in there, and we found our colleague who was in her deep sleep, we got so scared that me and my other coworker ran to one of the cubicles in the ICU and we were able to push a very heavy hospital bed to the wall so that if ever a ghost was there it won't be coming from the back. It was funny but scary because even though we managed to get into the cubicle still the footsteps were audible and had sounded nearer to us.



Fortunately, one of our resident doctors woke up and managed to turn on the lights which made the foot steps stop.
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