Ooooooooo Ghost Stories!!

[wildlifewarrior]

anyone have any??? i have taken pictures with orbs in them, and seen shadows and "felt people" standing next to me. Can't say ive acctually seen a figure. which brings me to my second question...

Who acctually believes in them???

If you have any stories or pics POST EM!!!! it is halloween and all!!!


~mike

[Ginevive]

The barn on our property is haunted; a farmer was killed in there years ago and you cannot go in there and not feel the hair on your neck rise. Even my boyfriend, a "rational-explanation" type, feels the off-ness in there. It is in ruins right now; years of neglect from various owners did that to the building, though part still stands; I would never go in there; partly because I've seen everything and there's no reason to, but partly because I don't want to get squished with it finally does collapse all the way!

[wildlifewarrior]

Yea delapidation collapse (sp?) is probably scarier than the haunting!!


Tonight i went to a local cemetary to take some paranormal photos (ghost orbs, mist etc.) Wasn't a very "active" site compared to another one i've seen where the pictures look like it is snowing with ghost orbs. This one tonight only had one or 2 per picture.


No one else has any ghost stories??? Cmon people it is still Halloween!!!

~mike

[mr~python]

i have a good one. true story.

when my dad was about 21 or so as a young carpernter he was redoing a roof in the Oakland hills. now, the Oakland hills are some mountains that are REALLY green and REALLY dense with a couple a houses in the trees, the rest is just wilderness that you can get lost in easily. that has nothing with the story but i thought id add that. lol.

so he was rippin away at this roof and something all of a sudden asks him what he was doing. he says back (not actually talking but "with his mind" i guess you could say) "well, im taking down this roof, but who the heck are you!?" this "ghost" says back to him "im one of the people that were in the fire".

this freaks my dad out but he gets back to work and as he's rippin this roof down he starts to see fire damage on it that got tiled over. now, this REALLY freaks him out but he still works along on this roof.

so now, my dads workin around the roof and this "ghost" comes back. he says, "hey, be careful! its really high at the back of the house!", and my dad just tries to ignore this guy so he gets back to work. then, he gets to the back of the house and hes looking over treetops! seem the house was built on a steep incline in the Oakland hills.

so anyways my dad finishes up and gets the heck outta there thoroughly freeked out.

to make it even better he told us that story for the first time when we were driving back from the city (San Francisco) in the middle of the oakland hills at 10:30 at night.

[wolfy-hound]

When I lived in a VERY old house in the country, there was definately a ghost that not only moved items, but frankly made himself right at home. I named him George(he didn't object to being called that) and he not only took things and returned them, but also made coffee for himself, using our stovetop coffee pot to heat the water. He also once acted almost like a poltergiest, in that he followed us to the grocery once and tossed a large can of beans off the shelf several times. I actually picked up that cana nd put it well back on the shelf to see it slide its way along to the front before flipping out a good 2 feet into the aisle. I told him I wasn't buying beans for him, and put the can back, it stayed.
I came into the kitchen once and the coffeepot was over the stove and banged down into place.
He seemed rather friendly, and other than occasionally taking all of my plates, never caused any trouble. My dad burnt the house to the ground(after taking all of my things from the storage shed and from my friend's house to put IN the house first) and I haven't been back to see if George is still around. No sign of him here in my currant house.
There was also a small grove of trees with a natural opening in the center that NO one would stand in for more than a minute or so without the hair standing up on your neck. When my father had the area cut(the pines were cut out for money) the guys doing the cutting refused outright to cut any of those trees, without being told anything. Wouldn't go near them.
I think that's about it.
An odd thing(not really a ghost story per say) that happened was that I wear my late husband's wedding ring on my neck on a silver chain. My own ring also is on the chain(I jammed my finger, and can't wear it). I wore both of them from the time my husband went into the hospital until now. His ring and mine were both gold, and stayed gold and shiney. Until the anniversary of is death. That day... not before, not after.. the one year anniversary his ring turned black as if tarnished. Mine did not. Mine has not. Strange? The first christmas after he died, I woke up to a knot tied into the chain. Not a tangle, a honest to ggodness knot, tied, where I had to unhook the chain(for the FIRST time since he gave me his ring and chain in the hospital) to untie that knot. How? No explanation. I don't particularly believe in a lot. But I can't explain that.
Wolfy

[Entropy]

My sister and I have tons. I always post on the horse boards at horsecity every halloween and they really like them. I'll put a few on here.

Until 1997 my family lived in an old farm house (approx 140 years old in 1997). Many strange things happened there throughout my childhood but the most...noticed happened as we were moving out.

My parents had a manufactured home built about 150' away from the old farm house.

We would go back and pack boxes and walk them across.

The house was almost empty, the power had been shut off to it and so on. I was upstairs packing up books when I heard voices downstairs. I assumed it was my dad though it never occured to me that he would have no reason to be talking to himself. I filled my box and started down the stairs ready to ask him a question. When I turned the corner into the living room there was no one... Umm.. Okay.. I walk outside and the car is gone. I'm the only one home, no one could have been downstairs.

The last day we were packing up I was upstairs yet again packing my last box of books (yes, I do have a LOT of books LOL). I was looking out my old bedroom window and around the room when I heard music coming from my sisters room right behind me and from downstairs. Every electronic item we had was now in the new house, the power had been shut off in this one and my sisters room had a long history of being a BAD place to be. I stood up and started toward the stairs, leaving my books for my dad to come get. The voices started down stairs, sounding rather aggitated. I looked down the stairs, up at the doorway to my sisters room, took a deep breath and flew down the stairs and out the door.

My father did eventually get my books and a few weeks after we'd moved into our current house we all started talking.
EVERY one of us had an experience while moving out of the old house. My dad heard his name (Sandro <it's Italian>) being whispered over his shoulder in him and moms old room, my mother heard a laugh in the kitchen, I heard the music and voices, and my sister heard heavy breathing in her room and growling. And believe me, getting my mother or my father to admit ANYTHING slightly weird is like pulling hens teeth. So I'm quite confident that the house had... "tenants".

One last note. The local volunteer fire department asked us if they could use the house for training their firefighters. We said yeah, sure.
Everything went fine until the house started to collapse. The front wall started to fall inward then changed direction and fell out, almost on a firefighter. Now, I'm not experienced with stuff like that but it was interesting to note that the firecheif was puzzled by it too.
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[Entropy]

This story happened at my late grandmothers house, this house had seventeen doors and only nine rooms. There was one second story door that opened into thin air. Most family members claimed to have seen phantom stairs going from that door to the ground when one was looking out the door. At least one of my aunts boyfriends claimed to have been walking past that door and feeling as though something was trying to push him out the door. After my family sold the property the daughter of the family that moved in fell out that door and broke her neck, she claimed to have seen stairs (she was fourteen).

This story is about a small stairway off the bathroom.

Lets go to the bathroom, it was the only one in this house, it also, strangly enough, had four doors. One leading into it from the north bedroom, one leading from my grandparents bedroom, one leading to the "back porch"(totally enclosed and opened into the dining room) and one at the top of the The Stairway. This door could not be physically opened.

*A little family history*
Prior to my sisters story....
All three of my aunts where still living at home and being teenage girls they were all in the bathroom getting ready for bed. All I was told was that they were horsing around a bit and my youngest aunts barret was tossed into the stairway alcove. The alcove had a tendancy to stay "murky" even when the rest of the bathroom was brightly lit. Without much thought my aunt went to recover her barret, stepping into the alcove to do so.
This was a small space, maybe 4 by 5 feet or so. She said that as soon as she entered it she seemed to be surrounded by complete darkness except for the faint outline of light escaping from the edges of the door up the stairs. She felt with her foot, trying to locate her barret. After a short while she felt it and when she reached down to pick it up she was almost blinded by a sudden surge of light from the door and felt an immense cold wash over her. She said she remembers turning and running toward her sisters, but instead of the two or three steps it should have taken, it was six steps (she says that for some reason she counted them). After emerging from the alcove her sisters saw that the back of her nightgown was shredded and she had six long cuts across her left shoulder blade and upper arm, deep enough to bleed and leave scars to this day. She swears that whatever got her came through the door at the top of the stairs.

This was why my grandpa closed the alcove with a massive dresser that completely blocked it except for 18 inches of space at the bottom (it had tall legs) and to fill this space grandpa kept his tool box there, except when he was at work (this was after he and his sons had checked the alcove and the door, they had tried to open the door, even using crowbars but it wouldn't budge inward or outward.)and he and my grandmother forbade ANYONE from attempting to go into the alcove for any reason.

Enter my sister..

My sister was playing with two of her cousins in the back porch, they'd recieved a new super bouncy ball from grandma to keep them out of her hair. While playing they had worked closer and closer to the bathroom where they had specifically been told NOT to play ball (In my family it's a hereditary trait to do things we are specifically told NOT to do)

So, where did their little bouncy ball end up? In the alcove.

My sister also had a tendancy to be the... bravest? stupidest? most curious?....(we're still not sure)and so she was "elected" to retreave the bouncy ball.

Our grandfather was at work so the toolbox was absent this day. Leaving perfectly ample space for a 7 year old to fit under the dresser.

My sister got down and crawled under the dresser, when she was about halfway under she started screaming that something had her, just to scare her cousins, they bolted and took the time to gloat before continuing after the ball (yes, my sister was an evil evil little girl).

She stood up in the darkness of the alcove, feeling the dresser to her back. She bent over, searching for the ball with her hands, not finding it near the dresser she took a step forward, and then another, and another in her search for the ball, until she realized that she'd taken about ten steps from the dresser.

The alcove wasn't that big.

She straightened from her bent over position and looked behind her searching for the light that should have been coming in around the dresser.
She saw nothing. She reached out to feel the wall on both sides of her trying to find her bearings, she turned around again and moved foreward a step and felt her foot kick the ball ahead of her. She heard it bounce off something and so bent down to search again for the ball which surely couldn't be far. (At this time my sister had no knowledge of the stairs in the alcove or the reason behind it being blocked off, my sister became aware of my aunts story years AFTER this incident). After a few minutes of searching she found the ball mere feet from where she stood, she also happened upon what felt to be a bottom step. She put the ball in the pocket of her her shorts and sat down on the bottom step, feeling upwards, the cold wood steps continuing up. That was something that struck her, how cold the steps were compaired to the rest of the wood floor of the alcove.

Curious as to where the steps led she stood and started up the steep stairs, using the left wall as a brace to help her boost herself up.

Eventually she came to what she thought was a wall until she felt a doornob.
She turned it easily and the door swung open away from her. She immediately placed a hand in front of her eyes to shield them from the intense brightness. She heard a groaning noise and felt a deeper chill from the open doorway. As her eyes adjusted she removed her hand and saw a shadow on the wall in front of her (the light seems to be coming down from above), looking up she sees a figure dressed in oversized graying clothing hanging something dripping from it's black tipped fingers into a pit like area below. She then heard almost a ratatat sound of something moving fast down below in the pit. Curious she leaned over and looked down, unable to see anything a frigid draft wafted up carrying with it a stench of decay and death. It gave her an awareness that there was something there that wanted to do her harm.
She decided that it would be good to leave whatever it was alone so she reached for the door (barely reaching it) and started pulling it closed, at about the halfway point it emitted a shrill squeal and she froze, knowing she now had the attention of whatever was in the pit. Turning, she blindly jumped for the bottom of the stairs. Landing hard she skittered forward on her hands and knees, not daring to take the time to standup. She rushed forward, and heard the door slam behind her, she flattened herself to the floor, holding her breath, aware that whatever had been in the pit, was now there, in the alcove, with her.
She could see nothing ahead of her to guide her toward the dresser, she inched forward, using her toes and fingers to scoot her along. She felt a presence, though not where it should be. It felt like it was scouring the ceiling and walls instead of being on the floor level. It was only time before it worked it's way down to her. The alcove was now painfully cold as she scooted herself forward, feeling for some sign of the dresser. Moments later she felt the presence stop directly behind her, in a blind panic she rose to her knees and threw herself foreward, after a few of these desperate lunges she felt one of the dresser legs at her fingertips. She scooted forward, expecting to find an open space to crawl through but scooted headon into grandpa's toolbox. Desperation giving her strength, she braced her legs against the toolbox she pushed and felt it move enough for her to slide through. She flipped on her stomach and pushed herself back under the dresser. As she was angling around the toolbox her right arm remained vulnerable and the presence struck, leaving deep scratches along her upper arm. Seconds later she was sitting in the bathroom, watching the hole she had just backed through but nothing happened.

I have lots of others but they get a bit more unbelievable unless you know my sister. Most a

[mr~python]

please tell them if you can. id love to hear them.

[mmchoppers]

That is some crazy stuff. I have a true story also, even though halloween is gone..But aren't spooky stories good all the time?


When I was 7 or 8 my family lived in a small California town named Oakview. Behind everyone's backyard was a huge creek bottom, with paths and tons of trees. About 5 houses away lived a practicing witch who was the head of her clan, not sure what's the proper name for that though.. I use to go over to her house with my mom and play with her son, don't remember his name. Her house was the creepiest house I had ever been in.

Her son and I went in to get some boardgame in his room, and on the way out huge bumps started coming up from the floor. I ran as fast as I could to my mom who was outside with Babionna, the witch. When I asked what those bumps were, Babionna replied with, "that is just the squirrels".. NO WAY, these bumps were not from this world, wood does not flex that well ya know!

I sat down and started playing the boardgame outside. Babionna had a creek in her backyard like everyone else, but she also had this old, two story, yellow house, where she said her trolls live. I looked down in the distance at the old house and I saw a little evil looking elf dancing on the roof. It looked at me, then disappeared! I was so badly spooked out, so I cried to my mom to take me home....

I have had a couple of demonic, as I think of them, experiences. I can't remember if I have had any angelic experiences, just the evil ones!

Here is another:

Same house in Oakview. I had to go to bed early one night for some reason, I don't remember. All though I tried to go to sleep, I couldn't. When I rolled over I saw a Dracula in my window and screamed. Then, all the sudden I woke up. I looked at the window feeling really squeemish. When I laid back down I noticed my leg was bleeding. I had my mom wash it and there were two puncture marks!

Since then I have had numerous wierd things happen. I have no doubt that spirits are among us!

[Ginevive]

Wow, I am breaking out in goosebumps!! The scariest and most creepiest (if that's a word) has to be Marshall's; the idea of a disembodied voice like that freaks me OUT!