Chewers' True Ghost Stories for Halloween

I have no idea what the hell happened, but when I was 5 or 6, I was sitting in my room reading (Marvin's Invention, if you must know), and all of a sudden this massive bang sounds on the wall in my room, like someone punched it. Right after that, I heard a loud, booming, "HEY!". It freaked me out.

Another time, I was about the same age, and i was getting ready to go out to dinner with my parents, and it was nighttime, and I walked down the hallway, I look behind me into the bathroom, and the bathroom window has this blue face leering at me, and this unintelligible writing next to it. It was like it was superimposed on the window. Weird.

Never experienced ghosts or ghost like activity. I have been in some really old houses and such but nothing strange.

I had a couple of "strange" experiences. Here's one:

About 10 years ago, I was alone in the house (or so I thought) and went down to the basement to get some food out of the freezer. As I went to the freezer, someone called out my name from one of the backrooms. Thinking that my brother must have come home from his friends house, I said "hey" back. He then proceeded to "talk" to me except I couldn't understand a word he was saying. So as I got my food, I went to the backroom to ask him what it was he said. I could still hear him talking (even though I couldn't understand him) as I was walking toward the room. But when I went in, I realized that the room was empty. I was the only one in the basement. I was the only one in the house. Needless to say, I was a little freaked out and stayed outside for the rest of the day until one of my family members came home.

I was playing on my guitar once and a voice came out of it calling my name.

I put the guitar down and asked my sister what she wanted

she said that she didn't call out to me

it was like Carol-Ann's voice in Poltergiest

Several years ago I was watching TV late at night by myself and a floor lamp started to blink on and off. I thought that there might be something wrong with the wiring so I unplugged it just in case. About an hour later, the lamp turned on while I was sitting 5 feet from it. I went over to it and looked at the cord and it was clearly unplugged from the wall outlet and the plug was laying on the floor. I reached down and as soon as my fingers touched the end of the cord the light bulb went out. Needless to say, it freaked me out. I'm not saying it was a ghost, poltergeist or daemon, but it was an unexplainable occurrence that made me shout out 'Whaaaaaaa!'.

I've been to an old mountian lodge a few times that seems to have quite a bit of poltergiest activity. Dishes would fly through the air, furniture would move, items would mysteriously disappear and reappear. The stove would come on by itself, loud banging sounds on the walls. It was very creepy, and nearly a dozen people I've gone with to this place have witnessed the same things. I haven't been back in a long time, I kinna wanna go just to get the crap scared outta me again.

The ghost of my slain mentor once told me I had to kill my dad and that I had the hots for my sister. That was pretty weird.

Props to that.

This happened only about a month ago.

I'm an otherwise-unemployed artist who has friends in Australia, I keep some pretty weird hours so I can talk with them and work on drawings without being bugged. I -think- I woke up at about 11 pm and went out to go to the bathroom a while later, but it could have been hours later than 11.. I turned on the kitchen light so I could see, and made my way toward the bathroom.

The bathroom is in a hallway. At the end of the hall is the game room, which USED to be my brothers room, so there's a squat dresser with a mirror on top. Right behind the wide-open door, so the mirror was lit up by the kitchen light with my form backlit. The bathroom is the first door in the hall.

I turned right to go into the bathroom, and then I heard this.. sound. You ever hear a kid go "na na na na na na na"? Like, 'you can't get me'? It was that. In this weird, staticy girl/woman voice.

It seemed to be coming from the game room, but maybe the bathroom. Both rooms are pretty creepy. No way I was going to run into the bathroom for cover. My brothers room is further on down the hall, so that would mean going CLOSER to the game room. So, like the little sissy I am, I ran terrified back into my room and hyperventilated in terror for a while.

The creepiest thing about it was how electronic the voice sounded. Euuagh. I hope it was just my overactive imagination.

if you like real life ghost stories you should listen to Art Bell when he does his annual ghost story show every Halloween night. most cities carry the program (called Coast to Coast AM) which has been taken over by George Noory but Art still does weekends. anytime they do one of those ghost to ghost shows (as they call it) there's always more than a few really creepy stories told.

Yeah. Coast to Coast can have some pretty good tales of the scary on it, especially on good ol 10/31.

Quite a few AM stations have free webcasts you can listen to that play the show, and Coast to Coast itself has a subscription online listening plan with a couple weeks worth of backshows and all. (Nice for folks who don't stay up most of the night. )

Here's more real life ghost stories. I'll keep searching for older threads and updating.

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My friend had this talking Pooh Bear Doll. You pushed its tummy or something and it would say a few phrases. One night, I was sleeping over her place and I heard a noise. I look up and the Pooh Bear was talking. I didn't think anything of it, until I heard it again. I got out of bed to shut it off. I couldn't find any off switch so I flipped it over to take out the batteries and there were none. I immediately dropped the doll, jumped into bed, and hid under covers! The worst part was the next day when I was describing what happened to my friend, she didn't believe me because she the doll didn't say the phrases I'd heard! eek!

Never had the "pleasure" of seeing anything but I have been involved at the time of a sighting. I came home from work one day to a sick roommate (amazing what partying non stop for a week can do). Go in to check on her then to the kitchen to fix dinner. A few minutes later, she calls me and asks who had just come in. I look at her like she's nuts since there was nobody there but the two of us. Her:"You didn't just walk by with somebody following you?" Me: "No, there's nobody here but us." Her: "She's standing right over there behind the door peeking around like she's playing hide and seek." Me: *looking around to where she's pointing* "I don't see anybody. What's she look like?" She describes the person that she sees and I go cold, she described perfectly a cousin of mine who had committed suicide a few years before we even met.

I have no clear memory of the specific details of the only strange (sadly) event I've experienced...

But I was very young (imagine that) and I thought the girls across the street were playing a trick on me. I heard someone call my name from inside their house (this is back in Misery we all had screen doors). I went in and found a female mannequin on the couch in their living room. I remember hearing it speak to me in a strange voice. Suffice to say I ran out of their house screaming to find them both playing in my front yard. My mother heard me and came running. She carried me across the street, dragging the girls in tow. No one was home. No manniquin. Nothing.

Damn. I couldn't have been more than six or seven.

Been looking for something interesting else to happen ever since.

(Not an actual ghost story per say... But a little weird you have to admit.)

I don't have many good stories, but I'll tell what I can.

My dad's side of the family is from the Pittsburgh area, so I can't quit tell ya whether this one is true or not because I didn't spend very much time in this particular place. My great-aunt Ruth lived in a old farm house with her son Danny. I've only been to the house a few times, but she swears up and down it's haunted (there's an old cementary on her property). At night, she even said that her deceased husband would lie in bed with her. Both her and Danny have passed on recently, and no one ever goes in that house anymore. The family is having a really hard time renting it out.

About five years back, I had a boyfriend who enjoyed ghost chasing. He would frequently take me to places around town, one of them being the Dewey house (which is where I think Swykk's story happened, if I'm guessing correctly). It was a rainy night, and we had pulled up past the house next to the old barn. When lightening flashed, I swore I saw an old man hanging in the barn. (Story with this place--that I heard at least--is that the old man killed his wife and kids, and hung their heads on the fence in front of the house. Afterwards, the guy hung himself in the barn).

In another occasion, this guy heard that there was a "portal" to hell nearby his house and wanted to go observe. Of course, I was convienced to go along. For two months afterwards, he was certain that this portal was following me around. I stopped seeing the guy soon afterwards. While my existance can be hell-like at times, I'm assuming that the real hell has to be much worse. So I'm guessing that I'm safe!

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I lived with a ghost back when I was 13 or 14 years old. It never got aggressive with me, it would just peek around the corner into the living room and dash off when I turned to look at it. Some friends of mine also saw it but we were never really scared of it or by it and it didn't stop anyone from coming over to hang out. I never told my parents about it while we lived there because I didn't want them to think it was some bid for attention.

After we moved out, I asked my mom one day, "did you ever notice anything strange about the last house?" Classic moment: her face went pale, her eyes opened wide and she said "like what". Turns out, it had scared the hell out of her and dad on a couple of occasions. She said they never told me we had a ghost living with us because they didn't want me to freak out.

Okey dokey....

When I was young (I know, duh), like four of rive, my aunt and her husband bought an old townhouse in Cambridge, and we came over to take a look at it. My sister (who is nine years older than me) were seperated from the main party cause I had to pee or something. Anyways we were looking around ourselves and she opened a door, and there was a little girl inside the room.

I freaked, cause she couldn't see it.

Second time, coupla years later, I awoke to find an old man standing over us (my sis and I shared a room), so I started crying, and he vanished. The next day, while looking at an old photo album, there was a picture of my mother's grandfather who died when she was a teenager, and it was the same guy.

I've lived in 2 strange houses.

The first one was when I was about 14. We bought a huge 9 bedroom old house that used to be a boarding house back in the 40's. From the first day we walked in there, my mom and I both didn't like it (she tried to convince my stepfather not to buy it, but he wouldn't listen). We still refer to it as the "unhappy house" to this day. Anyways, my bedroom was the last one down the hall and it had a strange sloping ceiling (at the far end the ceiling was only about 4 ft high). I, being 14 and all, had the walls and ceiling completely covered in posters because the wallpaper in there had this god awful big green and blue flower pattern. One night I woke up and my room was a little girl's room. It had pink wallpaper and a framed picture with a teddy bear holding balloons and other various little kid room decorations. I was so freaked out that I couldn't even scream. I could only manage this low moaning sound. I squeezed my eyes shut and reopened them a couple of times and it didn't change. Finally, I did what any self respecting terrified 14 year old would do...I hid under the covers until morning.

Same house (a couple months later), I saw my puppy, who had been hit by a car and killed the week before, run into my room from the hallway and jump up on the bed. She looked almost normal except that her eyes were all bugged out looking. Around the same time, my mom woke up to my stepfather swinging his fists punching the air above her. He told her that he had seen a strange looking man standing over her looking at her with his face close to hers. Mind you that my stepfather didn't even believe in this kind of shit.

Now the more recent house. This all took place about a year and a half ago. I was living with my ex in a house that has been in his family since he was a child. When we moved in, we chose the bedroom he slept in as a kid for ours. I noticed that he would not let me set up the bed in any way that would allow us to look out into the hallways. I later found out that he had seen...something....walk down that hallway and into his room when he was little. He described it as a bluish light that he somehow knew was a female. Back in the present time, we had a lot of strange things happen. One night as we were going to bed, the door between the sitting room and the hallway slammed shut and latched (the reason I mention this is because the doors are old and it takes real effort to close them to the point that they latch) and I heard a loud "BANG!" out in the living room. I went to check it out and found nothing out of place. Another night I heard something moving around out in the living room again. When I went to check it out, all I found was the dog...absolutely terrified. This is not a wimpy little dog we are talking about either...Ruby is a pure breed doberman. I opened the door to step outside and she tore past me and out the door. It took everything I had to coax her back in. I tried to get her to stay next to me while I checked everything out, but she kept running into her kennel thing and cowering at the back of the cage. All the treats in the world would not lure that dog out of there. I also had this wall clock that projects the clock onto the wall behind it if you turn it on. I would leave in the morning for work and the clock would be off, but when I'd get home it would be on (and no one else had been there). A couple of times we would be sitting in the living room watching tv or whatever and we would see it come on by itself.

Since I left, my ex has had some seriously weird stuff going on there. His new girlfriend saw the ghost in the same hallway that he had seen it in years ago. She described her as a woman with longish black hair. She had been heading for the bedroom when she looked up and saw her. The woman then held out her hand to her like she wanted her to take her hand. Of course she said "hell no" and went into a different room. A couple of times she has woken up and seen the woman in the room just staring at her. Also, they sometimes hear what sounds like our son (when he was younger) over the baby monitor when he's not there.

I've got a pretty cool picture that I took in that house. I'll post it in a bit.

Growing up in New England (CT) there are tons of old houses and creepy cemetaries.

I had a friend who lived in an old farm house. At the time of the civil war the house was used as a hosptial. The room that he slept in was the "death room". When someone was thought to be on the way out they would be placed in this room. It was always very creepy to be in that house at night. Everywhere you walked things would creak. Having said that I never had a ghost experience there. Mainly because I refused to sleep over.

And there is nothing creepier than sitting in your room with a nightlite or candle on listening to art bell's ghost to ghost. Check it out tonight.

I almost forgot to post the pictures I promised. These are both from the house I moved out of a little over a year ago. Whenever we tried to take pictures in the living room, they would come out like this. I can assure you that the camera isn't being moved (because I took these myself) and we never smoked in the house.

This first one was just me taking a picture of the living room shortly after I moved in to send to my mom. There was no one else in the room and it was the middle of the day so there was plenty of light and everything. I was standing on one end of the room and faced the other end and took a picture. This is what I got...



A friend pointed out to me that if you look closely, you can see a figure with her (?) back to the camera with her arms coming down and her hands clasped behind her back. Unfortunately (since I had no idea what I was going to get a picture of) I cut off where the "head" would be.

This one is just an example of how almost every picture taken in that room would come out. Again, the camera is not moving, there is no smoke in the room and there is nothing wrong with the camera (in fact it's taken with the same camera that took most of the pictures I've ever posted here).



One more story about this house that I almost forgot to post. I have this fake decorative ficcus tree that I had in the living room. The first couple of weeks (including the day we were moving in), I noticed that this tree kept ending up in the middle of the doorway at the bottom of the stairs leading into the living room. I didn't think much of it and kept moving it back (I thought it was my ex just screwing with me or something). Finally, when it kept happening on an almost daily basis, I got fed up and asked him why the hell he kept moving the damn tree. He told me that he wasn't and he thought I had been moving it. I was thinking like "yeah...whatever". After we had lived there about a month, I was sitting in the living room and a movement caught my attention. I turned and looked at the tree and I watched, with my very own eyes this tree turn 180 degrees and slide about 9 or 10 inches so that it was again in the doorway. Weird thing is...it wasn't scary. I was just thinking "huh...would you look at that". I lived in this house with frequent weird stuff going on, yet it never felt threatening in any way.