TRUE GHOST STORIES
THE GOOD FAIRIES |
One day while picking blueberries my great grandmother heard music and followed it. She was missing for two days in St John's Newfoundland. After two days and nights she came roaming out of the woods confused and her clothes were in side out and she was washed from head to toe. She was taken by the good Fairies. |
By Frankie Lee |
DAD'S KNIFE COLLECTION |
This is a story my friend told me that happened to her Aunt. Well, her aunt's father used to collect knives. They HAD to be in perfect condition. Every day, her father would get all the knives out of his cabinet where he kept them, and clean the knives from bottom to top, and then put them back right where they were before. Another thing that was weird about her father was that every morning at 7:00 am he would open all the windows in his house, and close all of them at 10 PM at night. Well, her father passed away from a heart attack, and her aunt was horror struck. She loved him very much. Time passed, and her aunt never dared to open or touch the knives. They were all getting very dusty. One day her aunt was at her house alone, and she went into her bedroom and she noticed something laying on her dresser...a knife. She picked it up and noticed it was clean as it was when her husband was alive. No dust, nothing. She cried softly and went to go put it back. When she did this she found that the knife cabinet was open, and all the knives had been cleaned. When she went to bed that night, she decided to close all her windows in her house. When she woke up at 8 am around that time, she noticed her windows were all open. Now, almost every night, she doesn't have to open or close her windows, or clean that cabinet of beautiful knives, ever again. |
By Sarah |
THE OLD DRESSER |
In the summer of 1971, my husband and I were living in Battle Creek, MI. One weekend we decided to spend the day antique shopping around the city. We walked in and out of shops in our search for an extra dresser. Finally, we found a small "poor boy" styled dresser in real good condition. We looked it over and discussed a price with the store owner and came to an agreement. We loaded into our trunk and went home. We were totally delighted with the outcome of our quest. We carried our prize into the house and closely examined each drawer. When I opened the bottom drawer, there neatly folded was a suit. On top of the suit was a pair of leather walking shoes. I put them in a paper bag and took them to the basement, hoping I could use them in our yearly yard sale. That night I was startled awake. The room had a mist in it as though the house was on fire. I looked toward the doorway and I saw the shoes there. I shook my husband awake. To my dismay, he saw nothing. I told him what I saw and he told me that I was probably dreaming. The next night the same thing happened again. Now, I was getting worried. And still John didn't see anything. About a month went by and nothing more happened, until one night I was alone dozing on the sofa and watching television. That's when I heard the footsteps slowly coming up the basement stairs. I quickly turned down the television to listen. Sure enough someone or something was coming up the stairs. Slowly I got up and tiptoed to the basement door and slid the bolt across to lock it. I went back to the sofa and waited, falling asleep. In the morning I awoke and immediately went to the basement and brought up the shoes and suit and burned them in the burning barrel. Shortly after that we moved away. And I heard that the house on Pauline St. burned to the ground since. |
By J. C. |
THE FLAT IN DETROIT |
About 5 years ago my wife and I, with our first son, were living in a two family house in Detroit. My grandmother owned the home and lived in the upstairs flat and we lived in the downstairs flat. Before we moved in an elderly gentleman lived there for many years. He died in the house. His body was found in the kitchen near the rear of the house. On 3 separate calendars the date he died was circled. No one knows if he circled them or what. He died of a heart attack so there was no foul play. Anyway, we moved in around 8 months later after I remodeled the whole flat. Especially the room he died in. I pulled up the flooring and laid tile down. The place where his body was found the tiles kept moving out of place. We would find them moved in the mornings when we would wake up. There also was a smell of English Leather cologne that would appear out of nowhere and then go away. My grandmother told me that it was the cologne the man always wore. We would hear sounds at night if we were alone. The most chilling experience came when my son who was around 3 years old at the time told me one morning that he saw an old man by his bedroom door that night. I asked him what he looked like and then told him he was probably dreaming. Later that day we were looking through old photo's with my grandmother and my son. In the photo's was a picture of the man who lived downstairs before we moved in and my son looked at me and said that it was the man he saw by his door. This sent chills up my spine. Actually writing this is giving me the willies. We lived there for a few years and the ghost never really bothered us but we knew he was around. He was a friend of the family so I guess he wouldn't harm us. My grandmother has passed away and the house has been sold but I wish I could go back and see if his presence is still there and try to get it documented somehow. |
By Sam |
THE COMFORTING SPIRIT |
This is one of many
experiences I have had in my life. Last year my husband and I were separated. We have two
children, and after many years of marriage he decided to end our marriage. I spent months
coping with this loss on top of my kids' loss. Keeping my despair to myself till January
of the new year. I finally had decided life wasn't worth living, for many reasons. I was
just completely lost. I woke at 2:30am to someone gently touching my face in a soothing
manner. In a soft voice telling me not to give up. That things would get better. Please
keep the faith in your heart. I could feel the wetness on my cheek and the warmth on my
face. NO one was in the house but me that night. My husband had the children. I thought I
was dreaming at first, but the light that I saw told me otherwise. I had decided then to
fight again. I am not sure who was in my room that night. Whoever it was has been back
since whenever I feel the need to give up. I will see a light of some kind when it is
dark. A brush of cool air when it is stifling hot in my home. The lights will turn off and
not come back on for a day or so. I tried to change the light bulb and had the electrical
outlet checked but it showed nothing wrong. My puppy sometimes will growl at thin air.
Sometimes he won't let me in the kitchen, but I am not afraid. My husband is home now and
I keep these things to myself. My daughter has claimed to have seen a man in her
room, and I believe her. I know not a living person is in the house, but someone harmless.
He scared my other daughter but she is quite over it now. I have not told my husband for
he won't believe me. But I know the truth. That is a true story.Really not a story, but an
actual event in my life. I will never understand how or why it is happening but it is and
I accept it. |
By Anonymous |
THE ELDERLY MAN |
I am from a little town from Pennsylvania. I have many weird, not necessarily so called weird but many, many ghost stories I have heard. One that sticks out in my mind was when I was around 10 years old. I was with my brother who was 13 at the time. We were walking around our neighborhood and there is a cemetery about 2 blocks from our house. We decided to walk through it to get to some old cannons. When out of the corner of my eye I saw an elder man down the hill standing over a grave. He spotted me and my brother and all of suddenly he came charging after us up the hill. My brother and I took off to the cannons by the time we got there, the elder man was standing next to the cannon. My brother and I took off home. What to this day ( 9 years later) how come that elder man could get from the bottom of the hill and to the top in like 30 seconds. To this day every time I think of that instead I still can't get the look of death and the order of a decaying flesh out of my mind. |
By Shelley |
THE WATCHER OR THE PROTECTOR? |
About 4yrs ago I lived in New Buffalo, MI right on US12. My husband and I rented a house from a friend of the family, we were told one time that someone in her husbands family died in the house and she just wanted us to know. All we knew was that it was a man of about 40 years old who died there. And that he was a very nice man in life. My daughter was only 2 months old at the time and she was sleeping in her crib. My husband was working that evening and I knew we were the only two in the house. As I sat watching TV in the living room I could see into my dinning room and into the kitchen where on the left wall were my washer and dryer and right across from that was my daughters room. Something caught my eye, it was a tall dark shadow of a man that walked into my daughters room. At first I was in shock but then decided I should go check on her. When I got to her room (I ran there) she was wrapped up in her blanket her head was covered and it scared me to think that if that man didn't get my attention when he did my daughter may not have woken up the next day. I noticed after that night there was something in the house that would watch me and my daughter almost as if he were looking out for us or more likely her. When we moved I talked to the people who live there now they also have a child. I asked if they had noticed anything and the lady said that now and then she sees someone in the kitchen by the kids room, almost as if they were keeping watch over the kid. I still live in the New Buffalo area and drive past that house and several others that I have been told are haunted. |
By Kristie Pirkel |
THE WHITE DOG |
February 11, 1971 6 AM Placentia Orange County California. I awoke to the clock radio playing louder than usual. I asked my husband Bill, to turn the music down, for I did not want to wake our six year old daughter sleeping in the next room. I turned to my left turning the radio down, to find my husband fast asleep on his side with his back to me. I rolled over on my back, letting my right hand dangle loosely at the right side of the bed. I remember looking at the night light glowing in the mirror in the master bathroom, and the hanging chain light centered above our bed, starting to swing back and forth so very slightly, when suddenly, I felt warm moist breath and something licking my right hand. I turned to face a very large white Mastiff type dog with piercing blue eyes. Where did it come from, raced through my mind? I can still visualize in my mind the bright pink loose skin around it's eyes and the foaming smelly spit dripping from it's tongue dangling from it's huge sagging pink mouth. The dog seemed only a foot away from my face! It was huge, I would guess 100 pounds. I watched it swallow, and I can remember the muscles in it's neck bulged. My hand felt hot and sticky. I think I screamed and somehow leaped over my sleeping husband to the other side of the king sized bed, dragging all the blankets with me to the floor. Bill grabbed me and seconds later, we experienced a very strong earthquake. I can remember screaming about the white dog, our daughter running to our room jumping on our bed, frightened of the earthquake, and me searching the room with my eyes, trying to find the white dog that vanished. During the earthquake, a tall heavy walnut and brass lamp on my night stand had crashed and fallen over on my pillow. The light bulb had shattered on the headboard right above my pillow, spraying grass on my pillow, and the shade bounced across the bed. It is obvious, if I had remained with my head on the pillow, I would have been severely injured or dead. I love and respect animals, and I do consider dogs, man's best friend. I do not scare easily, so if the white dog was my guardian angel, it had to go to extremes to get me out of harm's way. That was thirty years ago, but I can still see, feel and smell that white dog that saved my life, as if it were only yesterday. |
By Rita Pullen Swift |
EDNA |
Last summer, I was
reading and relaxing at our public library, when my eyes focused on a magazine on a
rack. There on the front cover of the magazine was a huge white Mastiff type dog
staring from the cover. Sitting to my right was was an elderly lady sitting and also
staring at the white dog on the cover of the magazine. Our eyes met, and we starting
talking about the dog. I told her my story, and to my amazement, she answered by wanting
to tell me about a strange white dog she felt saved her life. She said she had tried
to tell the story in the past, but most response was that she was not playing with a full
deck, so to speak. Her name was Edna. She was 20 years old living in Dearborn Michigan in
1942. It was middle December, and she was involved volunteering her time at a U S O
Canteen for the servicemen. It was about midnight, the canteen was filled with cigarette
smoke, loud talk and music. She had been there for six hours and was developing a bad
headache. She knew she had to go to business college the next morning. She asked her
girlfriend to walk out front with her to get some fresh air. The canteen would be closing
in a half hour. She was responsible to stay for cleanup after closing, for everyone
volunteered their time. After awhile, her girlfriend, turned and walked through the door
into the canteen, and Edna started to follow. Suddenly, a huge white dog came out of
the mist and darkness. She described it's face looking like a bull dog with eyes that
were so evil. Immediately, it blocked her from entering the door of the canteen.
She looked around, but there was no one there, just the dog and her, standing in the
darkness surrounded with mist and snow turning to slush around her feet. The dog started
forcing her down the street. She could feel it's rib cage rubbing against her
legs. During the War, she could not get nylon stockings, so she had to wear bobby
sox's with her shoes. She could feel the warm spit from the dog's mouth, running down her
right leg, dripping on her sox and shoe. If she slowed down, the dog growled louder
and snarled it's mouth, constantly growling as it forced her to walk faster. She suddenly
realized the dog was taking her home, knowing where to turn to go directly to her
front door. She climbed the wooden steps, to her front door, knowing her parents
were in bed. As she reached under the mat to get the key, the dog pushed against her
and growled wanting her to go into the house. When she got into the house, she
looked out the door window unto the porch, and there was the dog sitting and facing her,
staring at her as if it knew her every move. She found some steak bones on the
kitchen counter, opened the door slightly and threw them out on the porch near the
dog. The dog only sat and stared at her with an extremely evil look out of
it's eyes. Before she could close the door completely, the telephone in the hall
rang. The message was from a friend at the canteen. Her girlfriend had been
accidentally shot and killed at the front door of the canteen. It seems when her
girlfriend went ahead of her into the canteen, minutes later a fight broke out between two
servicemen over a woman, and shots were fired. Her girlfriend ran to the front door,
and was shot in the back and died instantly. Her girlfriend was doing the
cleanup, Edna was supposed to do. In shock, she hung up the phone, noticing the
front door was not closed. Slowly, she went to the door, looking for the dog that had
disappeared, just the steak bones lying there. She carefully looked through the house, but
the dog had vanished. Needless, to say at the funeral, Edna was in deep depression and
feelings of guilt for not staying and somehow doing her work. Several days later,
she decided to go to the cemetery by herself. It was late afternoon, and darkness
was setting in. Her friend was in the mausoleum, and Edna was wanting to pray and beg for
forgiveness. The snow was becoming heavy on the ground. As she was leaving, she
looked across the cemetery at a private crypt that someone had draped with Christmas
lights. She remembered, wondering how someone got electricity out there? There on
the steps of the crypt, was the white dog, and as she watched it with fear in her heart,
it disappeared into the steps, only the snow remaining. She got enough courage to
walk to the steps in front of the crypt, hoping to find the dog's foot prints. There were
none. The dog disappeared before her eyes, never to return. That happened 58 years ago
when she told me the story sitting across from me in the library. Occasionally, when I am
at the library, I have looked for her, but never see her when I am there. She was raised
Catholic and always believed guardian angels were beautiful with feathered white wings. To
be honest, I believed the same story. Now, I think we were both wrong. If a life
must be saved, our angels have to go to desperate extremes. |
By Rita Pullen Swift |
RED ARROW |
I used to live in a
house in a sub division called red arrow in Detroit. It was a creepy house that no one (my
mom, dad, and brother) liked. In the middle of the night we would hear footsteps and
people screaming. We were scared to death of this house but didn't have enough money
to move so we stayed there. Our basement was a winding basement so to get into it
after you walked down the stairs is to walk right or left and turn so it was very
easy for people or things to hide down there which was one of the most
creepiest parts of it. The light at the base of the stairs would be unscrewed half
way and sometimes almost falling off every morning. So we would have to run
down the, screw it back in, and run up the stairs and turn the light back on.
My bedroom was right off of the living room so I got the worst experiences.
The basement stairs were right in front of my room so practically every night
I would hear footsteps and see apparitions. None of the apparitions never
really stood out until 1 night when I saw a civil war looking man standing in
the corner of my pitch-black room smoking a pipe. It scared me real bad. That
same night my house turned scorching hot. My dad told me that next morning that he
turned our old fashioned stove furnace down and an hour later it was turned all the
way up on its own. Then when he tried to lower the temp. it was stuck. A few months
later me and my brother were the only ones home and we |
By Aaron C. |
JON |
I have always been
into the Paranormal...ghosts, witches, UFOs...all the good creepy stuff. For many years I
wished I'd experience something...bizarre...but I never anticipated that I actually would.
I grew up in Rhode Island...interested in Salem, but when I moved to Friendswood, TX, I
thought I'd never see a ghost...boy was I wrong. I would spend alot of time with my new
best friend...and while sleeping over her house on the floor, I would often wake up..my
skin ice cold. Now...this is Texas....It doesn't usually get Ice Cold during the spring
and fall...no windows would be open, nor will the fan be on high enough to give me such a
chill. I would usually just cover myself with another blanket and fall asleep when this
happened, dismissing it due to the fact that I'm always cold. After several weeks, my
friend, who is also quite the avid Ghosthunter, started noticing the feathers adorning the
top of her bookshelf were moving every time she'd leave the room. Now don't get me
wrong...I know feathers move with air...but with the way her room is set up, no draft or
person walking by is going to blow a single feather around a corner and down a hallway.
now...this went on for several months..as well as moving Idols, candles, and disappearing
pendants. We knew something was up...we had a ghost. Both of us had heard from a good
friend of ours(who's house is haunted by 5 individual ghosts) had told us if you take a
picture of a mirror, the ghost will appear behind you. We were both incredibly freaked out
to do this, but after several more weeks, we took a regular camera, set up a full length
mirror in her room...and she took the picture. We DID NOT press the flash button, but
nonetheless, the flash went out...that was the first picture on the roll. Now, figuring
that nothing would come out with the flash burst on the mirror, we took another(the second
picture) and one of her bookcase(the third). I then used the rest of the roll and got them
developed. Those two that we took without the flash disappeared off the roll...off the
negatives! It was a 24 exposure, I only got 22 pictures! I can understand if they got rid
of the ones that were totally warped, or if they got taken over...but my friend who works
at Walgreen's personally oversaw the development, and I would still have the
negatives...I'm telling you, they are gone. But, that one particular one with the
flash...there's a figure above the flash...of a boy...you can see his nose and hair, his
shirt, and we believe he wears glasses. Not too long after, my friend and I were at her
computer, looking at videos she downloaded, our backs to the doorway. Now, her boyfriend
was over and wandering around, because I swear..he can't stand still for over a minute, so
I glance quickly over my shoulder, seeing black shoes that split second...now, I did a
double take, starting to ask her boyfriend something...but no one was there. Now, kind of
creeped out, I thought he walked down the hall...but when I called his name, he didn't
answer. I found out after a few moments, he was in her parents bedroom all the way
downstairs. There was no way, in the time that I turned around and went down the hall,
that he could have gotten down there without running...and that would have made
noise...and it was silent. Now, we have made a discovery that has happened recently. My
friend had a picture from fifth grade that she has converted to memory, every little
detail. She left it out on her computer desk for a while, until, picking it up, she
noticed a little glint above one of her old friends. She showed it to me the day after she
noticed it and we both agreed that it looked like light glinting off glasses...and as I
told you before, in the picture we took, Jon, as we have come to call the ghost, appears
to wear glasses. He is a friendly ghost who seems to not be able to take a step off of the
second floor. I sometimes see him walk across her room from across the hall in the corner
of my eye. He doesn't frighten me, but I do not sleep on the floor at her house anymore. |
By Alison |
THE MENACING OLD LADY |
Right now I'm
attending a university in Texas. I live in an old firehouse that was abandoned in the 40's
after the fire marshall's wife died falling down two flights of stairs. About five years
ago some guys that were juniors here fixed it up and now I live here with five other guys.
Well, the four of the guys went out to go and skateboard downhill one night which, after I
broke my wrist in middle school, I don't like doing. Lode stayed with me that |
By Randall |