Ghosty type stories

mandapanda78 · May 2010

Let's hear 'em. I know we've done this before, but there are enough new people around that I hope we can get some good new stories.

Here's one of my favorites from when I lived in Charleston (which is said to be one of the most haunted cities in America). My roommate and I were living in a two hundred year old house. Our apartment was essentially the ballroom of the house with a kitchen added on in the back. We used to hear footsteps starting at the top of the staircase outside our door go tearing down through the house, then the front door would open and slam shut. No one was ever out there. Also there were often strange shadows on the walls that we couldn't explain. We didn't live there very long, thank goodness!

raashton · May 2010

My nephew (he was almost three at the time) was playing in my sister's room, just inside the closet. All of a sudden he jumped up and attempted to run out but my sister picked him up. She said his entire body was shaking. He told her that the man with black hair scared him and he pointed to a corner of her room, which of course was empty.

Cut to a few months later, I am talking with his mother at her house. He comes into the kitchen looking a little scared but a little irritated and told me that I needed to go tell the man with black hair to get out of his room.

akhensley81 · May 2010

There's an old mansion outside of Saugatuck, MI - the Felt Mansion - that sits on tons of acres of lakefront property on Lake Michigan. It was originally built/owned by a weathly inventor from Chicago who would take his yacht there from Chicago with his grandkids every summer.

After he passed away, it was sold to the state, and was turned in to a minimum-security prison. There was a fire on the property and the prison was shut down. And that's when the weird stories started coming out of the surrounding neighborhoods.

When I was growing up, there were stories passed around the kids about the Melon Heads who lived in the woods around the abandoned mansions. They were freaky-looking characters, and it was said that they would eat people who got lost in those woods.

In High School, my friends and I went out there and found the property. It was quite creepy. We wandered around in the woods/dunes around the house and actually came across what looked like an old underground bunker way up on top of a hill. One of my friends jumped down inside it and got soo crept out by noises he heard, he climbed back out and we took off running.

Not a great story, but that's the only one I've got. The City recently purchased the house/property from the state and they have renovated the entire thing. We could have rented it out for our wedding/reception... but I'm just not that daring. We may take a tour some time though.

L-Bride · May 2010

My house is the second oldest house in the city I live in and we think was part of the underground railroad. We bought the house in November and when we were closing we asked the previous owners if it was haunted. He smiled and said "They're friendly."
Nothing has really happened but sometimes we hear banging downstairs when we get into bed and a few times my dog has looked at the ceiling and barked for no reason. Other than that nothing major has happened but I definitely don't feel like I'm alone in my house.
I'm not scared or spooked but I think FI is a little bit but won't admit it!

RachNRich · May 2010

I've told this one here before---but, the house my parents moved into when I was about ten, was a super old house. I was, and still am, big into ghost stories/horror movies/scary crap...so I guess my parents thought it was fitting to tell me this when I was so young.

During the Depression, the original owner of our house shot himself. My parents told me the whole story--and let me know that it happened in my bedroom. Not too long after we moved in, this red substance started oozing out of my bedroom walls; it would just run down the walls constantly, no matter how often is was cleaned off. I was convinced it was the blood from the man who shot himself in my room.

Turns out, it was sap from the wooden beams in my walls.

jesibel14 · May 2010

Love this stuff. Glad it's daytime lol

My parents house is an oldie and we've had quite a few ghost issues over the years. Almost everything happened in my old bedroom on the 3rd floor. The scariest happened when I was a freshman in high school. I went to go to sleep and had an odd/weird feeling before bed, so slept with the light on. I woke up in the middle of the night bc it felt like someone literally jumped on me, with like all fours. I was too affraid to even open my house and it started jumping on me again. I screamed my head off (my dad says that the sound of my scream that night is still the scariest thing he'd ever heard since it sounded like I was being murdered).

My sister and father come flying in the bedroom while I'm screaming "get it off me" , They're telling me to open my eyes/nothing is on me and to wake up and I could still feel whatever it was jumping on me while they were in there. Finally opened my eyes and it stopped. Nothing was in there, except my shocked dad and sister. I didn't sleep in my room for 3 months!

I also have a pic of me and my little sister taken the night of my junior prom when I was about to leave the house. There is literally a face coming out of the wall where the staircase to the 3rd floor is. It's freaky, I think everyone in my city has seen the pic at some point, it's famous!

I could go on and on with the stories but this post is long enough

mandapanda78 · May 2010

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[QUOTE]My house is the second oldest house in the city I live in and we think was part of the underground railroad. We bought the house in November and when we were closing we asked the previous owners if it was haunted. He smiled and said "They're friendly." Nothing has really happened but sometimes we hear banging downstairs when we get into bed and a few times my dog has looked at the ceiling and barked for no reason. Other than that nothing major has happened but I definitely don't feel like I'm alone in my house. I'm not scared or spooked but I think FI is a little bit but won't admit it!
Posted by L-Bride[/QUOTE]

<div>Ghosts be damned, I would LOVE to live in a house with that kind of history. </div>

BecW2be · May 2010

jesibel, show us the pic!

My last house was 12 different shades of spooky. From slamming kitchen cabinets to shadows in the corners and more. Let me see if I can find where I've typed it all out before and I'll post some stories.

danieliza1127 · May 2010

lovethebeach - that is crazy! I can't believe you guys all blew it off and didn't talk about it!

BecW2be · May 2010

Here is C/P from some emails from a couple of years ago. Sorry if they are badly formatted. I'm not re-typing all that.

I haven't said a lot to many people about my house I just moved out of, but that freakin place was haunted as crap. Every night at 1:30am the kitchen cabinets opened and closed, and if you walked down there it would stop, but some would be open, other partially open, and the rest closed. My grandfather clock that my mom made for me started to chime and run one night, which should be out of the ordinary, except that she'd taken the motor out a few weeks prior with plans to replace it with a battery operated one so I wouldn't have to wind it. So the clock had no means of running, yet there it was, chiming and ticking! I could fill pages with the creepy things that went on in that house. The very last day I was there, all the moving trucks and all my family had left, and all I had to do was do a final walk through and lock up. I decided I needed to sit down and have a good, last long cry, so I did. About 30 seconds into my cry, ALL the kitchen cabinets started opening and slamming really fast and hard, right in front of me, so I got up and ran out, and I don't even think I shut the front door, much less locked it! I got the heck out of there and never looked back! I often wonder if the new girl in my old house has seen/heard anything, but I'm too afraid to call her and ask! I'm pretty sure disclosure doesn't include things that can't be natural or proven for that matter, but I'm not about to find out!

I was telling EX a work story way back when I was still with my last job one day as we were sitting on the deck. I heard water boiling in the kitchen so I went in to check on it, and I heard him come in behind me and I kept telling my story while we both walked into the kitchen. He walked into the metal trashcan and I turned around to laugh at him, and NO ONE WAS THERE. I looked out in the hallway, called for him, and then walked back to the deck, and EX was still sitting there! He'd never even gotten up! But something was walking right behind me into the kitchen. I heard its footsteps clear as day, and I heard it crash into the metal trashcan. That was when I confessed I could hear the cabinets opening and closing, and Ex said he'd heard it too, just didn't want me to think he was nuts. The very next day Manda was sitting with us at dinner and asked if we'd ever been in the kitchen at 1:30 in the morning and "heard anything." She had gone to the bathroom in the middle of the night and heard the cabinets opening too! You could always hear things in the closets, in empty rooms, and stuff. I do believe it got worse after EX and I fell apart, but it was definitely there all along. The night he left we fought for hours, and three different times we stopped because we'd both seen someone on the deck, and then the reflection of someone walking past our glass fireplace doors. It was bizarre!

Manda wouldn't stay there alone near the end. She and Chloe were home one day and the front door slammed shut and would NOT open. She locked herself and Chloe in my bedroom and called me to come home, and when I got there it opened just fine.
One night she called me from her room on her cell phone because she was terrified to move. She said every time she looked into one corner there was a black shadow that would fade quickly, and then reappear when she looked away and she could see it from the corner of her vision but not straight on. I went up there and stayed with her for a bit, and the hanging lamp in that corner kept moving and I swear we could both see something out of the corner of our eyes. We finally bolted out of her room and she slept with me for a few nights.
The night before my first house showing I was up until 3am shampooing our carpets and I shampooed my room last, right up into my bed. I didn't bother turning the bed down and getting under the covers because I was just going to have to remake it in a few hours anyway, so I pulled a blanket across me and stretched across the bottom near the footboard.
Scooter (the dog) was in bed with me, and I was still awake, kind of looking out into the hallway where there was a light on. I saw this quick, dark shadow sort of rush past the door and then something hit the footboard (right where I was!) so hard it slammed the headboard into the wall and the entire bed jolted. Scooter went NUTS, running back and forth across the bottom of the bed barking at nothing. I now know what it's like to be frozen in fear. I didn't move until the sun came up!

mandapanda78 · May 2010

Another one from Charleston (all of mine are from Charleston). I lived with three roommates in a house that had been used as a hospital during the Civil War. That was the only house I ever lived in where I felt like the ghosts (or whatever) were malicious. We had several run ins with whatever was living there with us, but the one that stands out at the moment was when one of the roommates woke up with her bed shaking like crazy. She said it was like someone was pulling on the footboard. She sat bolt upright and said "Stop!" really firmly and it did. I've always heard that's exactly what you're supposed to do, but even she was surprised that it worked.

jasmineh7777 · May 2010

I have a recent one. I considered selling our house after this happened.

It was the middle of the night, and I got up to get a drink. I went into our bathroom, let the water run for a few, and got a drink. I rinsed the cup, put it on the counter, etc. I was very awake. I had the bathroom light still on and opened the door. I am always looking down when I walk. So, I saw (what I thought was) Fi's legs and feet. I took a step back because I thought I was going to run into him. Then it just disippated, and I looked up and FI was still asleep in the bed.
I screamed at the top of my lungs, waking FI up and scaring the shiit out of him. I started crying and almost passed out.
He had to seriously convince me that we couldn't sell the house right now.
This happened after a few months or random incidents of my name being called and some random man-shaped shadows in the hallway.

danieliza1127 · May 2010

Holy crap Bec!!!

akhensley81 · May 2010

Bec I was right in the middle of reading your story when the phone in my office rang and I just about had a coronary. Wow!!

mandapanda78 · May 2010

Bec. Holy fuucking shiit. That's all I have to say.

L-Bride · May 2010

In Response to <a href="http://forums.theknot.com/Sites/theknot/Pages/Main.aspx/wedding-boards_etiquette_ghosty-type-stories?plckFindPostKey=Cat:Wedding BoardsForum:9Discussion:a1ad8f21-2f41-4f6e-ab50-8b964e146bccPost:aaab69fd-8904-49be-b660-8ed8be36e5b2">Re: Ghosty type stories</a>:
[QUOTE]In Response to Re: Ghosty type stories : Ghosts be damned, I would LOVE to live in a house with that kind of history.
Posted by mandapanda78[/QUOTE]

Yeah, it's pretty cool. Our realtor gave us a free membership to the historical society when we bought the house and I want to make an appointment to go in and do some research. I would love to find some old pictures of how the house used to look. Our house was actually a big carriage house during the time of the underground railroad. The house next to mine (that's the house that my house used to belong to as carriage house) has a huge history of involvement with the underground railroad which is documented. They said that there was an underground tunnel that connected my house to the one next door.
In my basement there is a very small old door that can't be opened because it's underground. I'm wondering if that door had something to do with it.
I would post a picture of it but I'm at work and don't have any on my shutterfly account.

BecW2be · May 2010

I hated that freakin house! There was one corner that just felt horrible to stand in or walk by, so we stopped using that part of the house. You'd constantly feel like someone was standing right behind you, like you'd see their face if you turned your head. Chloe was only about 4, and that room was right beside her bedroom, and one day she was fussing at something in her closet. I asked what she was doing, and she said, "I'm telling this man to leave me alone. His name is Gabriel and he won't stop misbehaving, Mommy!" I asked her what he looked like, and she said he was 20 and had blonde hair. She could have been making it up, but she swore he was real and in her closet. This was before any weird things started going on.

jasmineh7777 · May 2010

Holy shiit Bec. That is absolutely terrifying.

By the way, I'm home alone and have goosebumps now. Thanks ladies. haha

goheels05 · May 2010

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[QUOTE]I've told this one here before---but, the house my parents moved into when I was about ten, was a super old house. I was, and still am, big into ghost stories/horror movies/scary crap...so I guess my parents thought it was fitting to tell me this when I was so young. During the Depression, the original owner of our house shot himself. My parents told me the whole story--and let me know that it happened in my bedroom. Not too long after we moved in, this red substance started oozing out of my bedroom walls; it would just run down the walls constantly, no matter how often is was cleaned off. I was convinced it was the blood from the man who shot himself in my room. Turns out, it was sap from the wooden beams in my walls.
Posted by RachNRich[/QUOTE]

How traumatic!

The house we lived in from the time I was 8-10 had a series of "secret passages" (aka storage) in the basement. I wasn't supposed to play in them, but of course I did anyway. I started seeing this little boy about my age in the passages. He was dressed in 1930's attire. He never spoke, he just kind of stood around and watched me play. My bedroom and playroom were also in the basement, and he'd come out of the passages and watch me play with my Barbies. I think his name was Henry.

mandapanda78 · May 2010

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[QUOTE]In Response to Re: Ghosty type stories : The house we lived in from the time I was 8-10 had a series of "secret passages" (aka storage) in the basement. I wasn't supposed to play in them, but of course I did anyway. I started seeing this little boy about my age in the passages. He was dressed in 1930's attire. He never spoke, he just kind of stood around and watched me play. My bedroom and playroom were also in the basement, and he'd come out of the passages and watch me play with my Barbies. I think his name was Henry.
Posted by goheels05[/QUOTE]

<div>Henry makes me sad. <img src="http://cdn.cl9.vanillaforums.com/downloaded/ver1.0/content/scripts/tinymce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-frown.gif" border="0" alt="Frown" title="Frown" /></div>

mandapanda78 · May 2010

Bec, I wonder why the incidents in the house got worse after your Ex left? Odd.

L-Bride · May 2010

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[QUOTE]In Response to Re: Ghosty type stories : How traumatic! The house we lived in from the time I was 8-10 had a series of "secret passages" (aka storage) in the basement. I wasn't supposed to play in them, but of course I did anyway. I started seeing this little boy about my age in the passages. He was dressed in 1930's attire. He never spoke, he just kind of stood around and watched me play. My bedroom and playroom were also in the basement, and he'd come out of the passages and watch me play with my Barbies. I think his name was Henry.
Posted by goheels05[/QUOTE]

Omg, that's crazy. I feel things around me...but I would never want to see anything. God help me if I did. I guess when you're younger it doesn't affect you because you don't really understand it.

L-Bride · May 2010

In Response to <a href="http://forums.theknot.com/Sites/theknot/Pages/Main.aspx/wedding-boards_etiquette_ghosty-type-stories?plckFindPostKey=Cat:Wedding BoardsForum:9Discussion:a1ad8f21-2f41-4f6e-ab50-8b964e146bccPost:e2b2ed6b-5c4d-4979-a5ec-56a64302ddb6">Re: Ghosty type stories</a>:
[QUOTE]Bec, I wonder why the incidents in the house got worse after your Ex left? Odd.
Posted by mandapanda78[/QUOTE]

They say it's really common when you are going through an traumatic emotional period that you can be more "open" to ghosts and spirits. Maybe that's why?

jasmineh7777 · May 2010

I don't know if I've ever told this one before. FI and I actually bought the house that I grew up in. When I was ltitle, I was playing at the park across the street from my house. It is located right across from a hill that used to be a pioneer settlement and later a Native American shanty town.

I was swinging on a pole, and stopped to look at the hill. I saw a family- mom, dad, little girl in a dressing gown, and little boy in knickers. They were standing at the top of the hill staring at me, pale as could be. Then, they were gone.

After that day, I would see the little girl in my house, in a window that goes from my old bedroom to the addition. I would see her at night, a lot, and I wasn't at all scared of her. No one believed me.

When we moved to our new house, I started seeing the boy too. I woke up one night, and he was sitting at the end of my bed by the t.v. The t.v. was one, and I am positive I had turned it off.

Well, after I moved out my mom called me after she had a terrible nightmare. A little boy and girl had been standing at the end of her bed. They didn't open their mouths, but she heard them ask where I was. They were really angry. She told them I didn't live there anymore. I told her exactly what they were wearing and what they looked like, and I was right. I told her I'd been seeing them for years. She finally started to believe me after that.

BecW2be · May 2010

Manda, some people say that activity worsens when emotions are riled or big changes happen. I was also rennovating the house, and things started really going wonky when I ripped out the bathroom and started updating everything. I'm just glad I got the hell out!

L-Bride · May 2010

Jasmineh: That just gave me goose bumps.

jasmineh7777 · May 2010

LTB-That's an amazing experience. That's actually a really comforting story.

mandapanda78 · May 2010

Yep, renovations will do it. I was so excited that H booked a room for our wedding weekend that overlooks one of my favorite restaurants/haunted houses. Supposedly a lot of the reported sightings actually come from people in the hotel. Obviously they had to do a lot of work to turn a house into a restaurant and I guess one of the more recent occupants of the house wasn't too happy about it. She's pretty mean when she shows up, and a lot of people call the police from the hotel to report an old lady banging on the windows in the restaurant across the street. The police know it's just Ms. Zoe but they always check it out anyway. I was so disappointed I never saw anything when we stayed there.

hd7694 · May 2010

I currently work at a place that has some strange goings on! I am a nurse at a boarding school that is over 100 years old. I could tell several stories but, here is just a few.

One of the dorms had a student who YEARS ago died. Students who have been assigned the room that the other "student" had, have claimed to have woke up in the middle of the night and seen the "other" boy sitting at the desk. shining his shoes! There have been probably 15 students that have said the same thing.

The school installed motion detecting cameras in all of the dorms just a few years ago. The staff that serves as dorm supervisors talk about the things they see on the cameras all the time. These cameras do not record unless there is motion to activate them. I had to see it for myself and sure enough, the cameras recorded (on many occasions) a shadowy figure that goes in and out of the walls! Awesome!!

Last but, certainly not least, the nurses building! There have been so many things happen in our building. Seeing someone walk by the office door and down the hall when you are the only one there. The front door opening and closing (it's very noisy) and not a sole be there. The best thing though was the time that my boss freaked out! hehe My boss lives in a small apartment in the clinic. There is no outside entrance to her apt. as it is right in the middle of the clinic. Right next to her door is a linen closet. One night a co-worker and I were in the office at the front of the building. Boss called us from her apt. and told us to keep down the noise. Huh? She told me that the next time we need to get into the linen closet to keep the noise down and just what the heck were we doing in there anyway.

Now, we had NOT left the office! Boss comes out of her apt. and tells us that she heard someone walking down the hall, flip on the light switch to the closet, open the closet door, move things around in closet, shut the door, turn the light off, and walk back down the hall. We all were laughing about it, and boss refuses to believe that we were not in that closet, but we refused to open that closet to see what was going on!

MissLeahM · May 2010

At my mom's house there was always a ton of activity going on.

I used to hear people calling my name in the hallway but then I'd open the door and no one would be there.

One time I fell asleep in my mom's bed and I had to get up in the middle of the night to use the washroom. I opened my mom's door to the hallway and there were two bright orbs, one was blue and one was green. Different sizes, the green one was smaller. I looked at it for a moment, shut the door and climbed back into bed with my mom.

When my sister was pregnant with my niece she had a waterbed and she was sleeping one night, she felt the bed move like someone was sitting down on the bed but she knew there was noone else in the room so she just continued sleeping then she could smell perfume and all of the sudden someone started to play with her ring on her finger. they were twirling it around, she was more annoyed than anything because she was tired and she told it to leave her alone. And it left.

I see things all of the time so it doens't really bother me. But I had a dream once where this girl, who was a friend of my sisters (through school) busted into my mom's house. My mom and I ran down stairs and she was all bloody and wrapped in gauze and she was floating. My mom started to run, but I grabbed her hand to stop her, and I told her to wait and I asked the girl what she wanted. And she told me to tell her girl's that she loved them.
Now the freaky thing is that I have never met this girl, so I didn't recognize her at all. But two days later I read in the paper that she had passed away in a car accident the night that I had the dream. I saw her picture later in the obituary and I told my mom my dream I had and it unnerved both of us.

mandapanda78 · May 2010

Oh LTB that's a great story! I really feel like people use dreams to say goodbye sometimes. After my dad died he "called" me several times in some dreams. It was nice to have a few last chats. Actually, he had a dreadful sense of humor and right after he died I was home making lunch. I had the TV on but I wasn't paying attention to it. All of the electricity in the house went out, but came back on a few minutes later. The TV came on, too but the channel had changed to Showtime, which was just starting "Casper the Friendly Ghost". I am totally convinced that was my Dad's very cheesy way of saying "I'm ok and I'm still here."

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