Real Ghost Stories

All of these stories were either told to me in person or emailed to me. Neither I nor anyone else can prove that they're real or mad up. If you have a ghost story that you would like published here, email me and I'll add it to the list.  


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From: Roberta Richardson
Sent: Tuesday, March 5, 2019 1:59:27 PM
Jane L
Subject: Last Night


Hey girl,


So last night we stayed in this cabin in a village of wig wams at the start of the Highlands.  Just me and the two boys.  We had a great day and then into the night sat around a roaring fire just talking and laughing.  At one point, I took out my camera and snapped a few pictures of Cody and Tim around the fire.  I just loved the way the light was on their faces.


Around midnight or so, I decided to go to bed.  My room was the furthest back part of the cabin.  I walked in and all the hairs stood up on my arms and the back of my neck.  I shook it off and got into bed.   Girl...I slept, at most, an hour.  Constant feelings of dread.  I had FOUR anxiety attacks.  At around 3 am it was so bad, I had to get up, turn on the light, and just sit there deep breathing.  I opened the window to have a smoke out of it but the feeling of being watched was so intense I had to shut the window.  This went on until well after 6 am.  Cody was ‘sleeping’ in the living room.  I went in and told him to go to the back room (my room) to sleep as I was going to be making coffee and such.  He moved back there.  I was a bit bored so started looking through my pictures (no internet or phone coverage up there).  Then I came across the pictures I am attaching. 


Now...these are the pictures I took of us sitting around the fire.  Look at the ones of Cody and look beyond him to the cabin door and window.  I could see the ‘man’ in the doorframe on my phone but when I displayed in on my TV, I see another one by the window...that one is less distinct and more a very vague shadow but the one in the door is perfect.  Short man...about 5’5 to 7.  We know this because there is a big clock on the wall behind him and you can kind of make it out in one of the pictures.  For the one by the window, you can see the window frame through the shadow/mist.  But the one in the can’t miss it.  Remember, we were all at the fire. 


When the boys got up at 9, I asked them how they slept


Their replies:


Tim:  I slept good the first two hours (until about 3 am) but then I woke up and felt like someone was watching me.  I dozed the rest of the night.

Cody:  I was ok until around 3 am and then felt like someone was watching me.  When I moved to the back room, I got a headache and felt sick to my stomach. 


I asked them both independently.  Not together.


Also, as I was laying in bed TRYING to sleep, I felt like someone had committed suicide there.  In my thoughts kept spinning round ‘suicides not too can try it...’ and stuff like that.  I was freaking out because I didn’t even think of an entity until I saw the picture.


Freaky huh? 



When the person this letter was sent to asked how the two boys felt about the experience, the reply was this:


From: Roberta Richardson  
Sent: March 5, 2019 10:16 AM
To: Jane L
Subject: RE: Last Night


They got as freaked as I did.  Esp looking at it on the bigger screen and seeing the shadow by the window.   Thing is, when you would enter into the hallway leading to the bedrooms and bathroom, all of us would get goosebumps and feel the same thing.  Hair up....headache....stomach ache.    In the area, all around, is quartz.  Lots and lots of quartz.  Also water.  The cabin is right next to a river with lots of waterfalls.  The ground is soaking wet.  Water and quartz are conduits.  This was the 4th time I’ve stayed at the site but the first time in this cabin.  The cabin, itself, was lovely....until you went to the bedrooms or bathroom.  Not sure I’d stay in it again, truth be told.  This is the first time I’ve ever been effected like this....Cody and Tim as well.  It wasn’t nice. I tried to find on the internet any types of deaths in the area but couldn’t find anything.  Old land though.  Lots of fighting over the centuries around that area.  I might email the owner and ask them about it.  We’ll see.  They might think we are loony Americans. Lol


Also, got home and was telling Derek about it and he said ‘holy shit...let me tell you what happened here last night...’


He was playing his on line game with Shaun.  (every Monday and Friday nights Shaun comes by).  He said they were in the living room and they both heard what sounded like someone heavily getting off our bed (our b/r is directly above the living room) and then they heard heavy footsteps go out of the bedroom, down the hall towards Cody’s room.  He thought it was the dog but then he looked down and Billy was laying at their feet.  Both him and Shaun looked at each other like WTF.  He then thought about the cat but said she just doesn’t weigh that much to make that much noise.  He went into the kitchen to get a drink and Lady was at the door, outside, wanting in.


Something weird in the air last night.  Cody and I have said there is a woman in this house.  Derek is now believing us.  Lol  He has had experiences with either a cat or small dog in the house.  Rubs against his leg.  Ran past him twice.  He saw it under the stairs once. 


Freaky is just not strong enough of a word...

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2/17/19 A local bookstore owner said:


I live in the house where both my parents live. I know my mom is still there because she's always leaving the refrigerator door open. My father is there too. Mostly, I see dark shadows outside the window. But once, I turned around and found him standing there in my kitchen. Very frightening. Not because he was doing anything scary. He looked the same. Regular clothes. I just wasn't expecting it. And he's dead. I told him not to scare me like that again.


My son used to see them all the time when he was a kid.



12/1/18 Nancy said:


My husband’s family was really into ghosts and the feeling that came over them when around ghosts. Early one evening my husband and his grandmother took me on a drive to see if they could stir up a ghost. This drive was down a dirt road in Oklahoma. The three of us were sitting in his bench-seat pickup truck, my husband behind the wheel with me in the middle and his grandmother next to the window. We sat there for about 30 minutes, and once in a while my husband would say, “Feel that?” His grandmother would say yes, but I never felt anything strange. What I did notice was that every time he said this the trees would start to sway back and forth, as if whipped by a hard wind. By this time, it was getting dark, and something didn’t seem right. I looked at my husband he found he was sweating bullets, pale-faced and stammering, unable to speak. When I looked at his grandma I found that she was being pulled through the open window. I had to use all my strength to hold on to her but something just kept pulling her upward through the window. I yelled at Gene to get the truck out of there. He slowly put the truck in gear, but it wouldn’t move because something was pulling it, sort of a tug of war feeling. Slowly, we battled the strange force and edged our way back to the paved road. I got Grandma back into the truck, but even then, I could still feel a lingering presence in of us. Too afraid to look, I told my husband I would never go out with them again. He believed there were three ghosts out there with us. The two bad ones were trying to take over our souls/bodies. The third, he said, was a nice spirit, and that one was with me. He said these spirits had unfinished business and were trying to take us over so that they could finish whatever was keeping them from crossing over.


12/1/18   Cathy said:


About 10-12 years ago my parents lived in Tennessee. My youngest daughter and I went there from NJ for our annual visit. My dad was in Mississippi checking on my elderly grandma. My Mom, daughter and I drove from Tennessee to join up with my dad to see my grandma as well. She lives in a very small town in Mississippi with an iconic front screened porch complete with 2 hanging porch swings. As we pulled in to park, I saw who I thought was my dad get up out of a swing and go into the house. I assumed to bring my grandma outside. We were getting our things out of the car and I kept thinking it was strange my dad wasn’t coming out to the car to help us. So, after gathering our bags and things we walked up to the front door where we found a note from my dad. Grandma had fallen and he’d taken her to the hospital. To this day I can still see the man get up and go in the house. I believe with all my heart is was my deceased grandpa watching over us all.


Laurie said:

For about a year, I lived in a Greystone farmhouse in the village of Launton, Oxfordshire in England. The place was surrounded on three sides with high stone walls and there were no rear neighbors, making it seem very isolated, even though it was in a village. Old trees blocked the light, and left a minimal view of the road. The house was built in sections, the oldest being 500 years old. I had several paranormal experiences, and so did several other people. On one occasion it was midnight, and I was in my bedroom. I had just written down the time because I was breastfeeding my baby. The ghost pulled the string of a baby toy in another room, making it suddenly play music. It was in the room I had set up for the baby, but once that happened, I never let her sleep in there. That night I peed in the sink in my room because I was too scared to walk past that room/

Other things happened there, and not just to me, like the time I had a teenaged girl watch the baby. When I got home that night, I noticed she had shut the door to the upstairs and seemed nervous. When I asked her why, she said nothing had happened, but after I moved into another house, she told me she had heard a baby crying up there, but my baby was downstairs with her. Just as when the ghost pulled the toy’s string, she felt as if she was being lured to the sound. I was too terrified to look that night, neither did she. I made my mother come sleep with me one night because of the scratching inside the walls. At night you would feel a shift in the air as I went into the safety of my bedroom. Thank goodness there was a safe place.



11/28/18 Sherry said:


My story happened in Winters, California and outdoors. I was walking on a friend’s property (He has a number of acres) and, as I turned a corner, I saw a Native American with a small headdress and sandals but no shirt. When I tried to get a better look he was gone. I asked my friend and my husband and they both responded, “Oh, you met Lone Bear.” I think that was just the name they had given him. I saw Lone Bear two or three more times, but he was never scary, and we had no interaction.


11/27/18  Carrie said:


When we moved to our house in Gloucestershire in the mid-60s, my mum heard a child crying when she was out in the garden hanging out washing.   She said it happened every time she was in the garden alone for about a month and then it just stopped. We were living out in the country and our nearest neighbors were old and didn’t have any grandchildren around.  Weird.  


11/26/18 Gillian said:

I grew up in a supposedly haunted house (it was called Poet’s Corner – Wm. Cowper, a poet, had lived there). I never saw or heard anything, although loads of other people claimed they did.  My father often saw an elderly woman bending over the very old range in the kitchen. 


11/18/18 Rose said:


Not long after my father passed away I was in my sewing room and felt a presence behind me. The door to the room was open, and I could see a dark figure standing behind it. When I looked hard, I could tell that it was my father. He didn't say anything, and after a few seconds he disappeared.


11.15.18 Carmen said:


Many years ago, I was awoken from sleep by the sound of my grandmother's voice calling to me. I sat up in bed, confused. My grandmother was halfway across the world in Spain. A few days later I received a letter from my cousin informing me that my grandmother had passed away. On that same day.






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