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Ghosts, spirits, a presence of any person, known or unknown

War ghosts haunt converted church

December 3, 2019 /

WWI ghosts haunt converted church.

Converted church in England houses WWI ghosts.

So, I live in a converted church and always feel wary that something is within my bed room or as if something is watching me. Only a few days ago I felt like researching my home and I discovered that the church car park was a grave yard back in World War I. WWI ghosts?

“I can speak to ghosts. … Something was in my bed.”

I have also found out I can speak to ghosts. I woke up feeling like something was in my bed and I couldn’t move, I just lay and then moved as quickly as I possibly could, I turned over with my back to the object. I then couldn’t sleep as I saw a figure of a women standing next to my bed so then I turned over again and tried to forget about it.

“I heard footsteps and knocking on my door.”

A few weeks later I began to see things and heard footsteps and knocking on my door. I then recorded it on my phone so that I could play it to my parents as I was hesitant to get off my bed. That night I saw a girl lay at the end of my bed and a little boy stood next to her with what looked like a gas mask around his neck. I decided to lie so that I couldn’t see anything, and woke up early hours in the morning with a child’s voice whispering in my ear.

I now see these people in my room almost once a week and feel as though they follow me round school and are watching me sleep. But these past few nights I can’t sleep and have had the bed cover pulled off me and had things going missing in my bedroom, has anybody also had this?

— Rosie in England

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“Footsteps pacing … But no one was there.”

October 3, 2019 /

“Footsteps pacing … But no one was there.”

It was a cold October night. I was asleep until 2:37. All I can hear is footsteps pacing around my room. But no one was there. It could have been the neighbors in the apartment below. I believed that until I heard whistling in the kitchen. Still, no one was there!!! I couldn’t sleep or move. All I could think of was, “What would happen if I checked on the noises I was hearing?” I couldn’t risk it so I sat up all night till I saw the sun rise.

— Anonymous

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Creaky Old House of Ghosts

September 25, 2018 /

A grandmother’s house is supposed to be warm and nurturing, filled with knickknacks gathered over a lifetime and the aroma of chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven. A place to test the boundaries of already loose rules. My nana’s creaky old house was all of that and more.

Creaky old house with a history of ghosts

Located halfway down a cut-through street in a small mill town in Maine, it was a rambling red two-story structure with a porch on the front and wild raspberry bushes out back for eating and making pies. Generations had come and gone, and in the early days it was common practice to give birth in the house. However, under less than sterile conditions and with limited or no medical intervention, an infant had to come out fighting for his life. From there, common childhood diseases threatened a child’s long-term survival.

Adding to the hardship, winters were long and arduous. I’d heard of a still birth after a fall on the ice and the premature death of a toddler who succumbed to what would now be a common cold. Under these circumstances, the dining room space would be rearranged for a casket for viewing before a funeral. On the side of the house, a door barely wide enough to fit the narrow box was used strictly for that special purpose.

As with any house of considerable age, stories passed along generations. I’d heard them as I was growing up and each tale seemed to be accepted by the extended family as intrinsic lore of the creaky old house.

Great-grandmother’s ghost

By the time I’d reached my teenage years, my father had relayed on several occasions about the night he saw my deceased great grandmother, whom he’d never met while she was alive. Finding himself suddenly awake in the wee hours, his eyes were drawn to the crib where I slept nearby. An ethereal female figure hovered as if checking on her baby. Not recognizing the woman, my father studied her face to memorize her features before she glided across the room and disappeared through the wall. The next day, he noticed a sepia-toned photo hanging on the wall that bore the image of the woman he’d seen the night before and learned it was my mother’s grandmother who had passed in that same room.

Grandfather’s ghost

Also prone to sharing tales, my mother often told the story of what happened after her father’s funeral one frigid January. She lay awake in the dark, thinking of how much he hated the cold and worrying about where he was. Was it cold there? As if in response, just outside her room, the landing at the top of the stairs lit with a warm glow, which she sensed was her father assuring her he was okay.

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Little boy ghost and ghost dog Molly.

July 3, 2017 /

Little boy ghost.

My border collie Molly had to be put down about two weeks ago due to a terrible cancer. We were so bonded. I loved her beyond words. I haven’t seen or heard her ghost but I’m expecting some sign and here’s why: I live in a very very old house and we do have a ghost—a little boy ghost about 6 or 7 years old. I saw him twice coming up the front sidewalk, shortly after we moved in, and then he’d just disappear.

My mother came to see my new house and she saw the little boy ghost too; he was sitting on the landing of the stairs leading up to the bedroom, watching us downstairs. That was about 40 years ago and nothing since so I thought the boy was gone, but he’s still here.

“Did you hear that?”

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Ghost at Grandma’s House

June 30, 2017 /

I’ve had many ghost experiences, but today I’ll be telling you the experiences I have encountered only at my grandma’s, from the first encounter, to the most recent experience I had. Her son (my uncle) died inside that house from throat cancer, he had a hole in his throat so he could eat, talk, and breath out of.

Sadly I don’t think he died happily, or peacefully. He was never happy, always in a bad mood, and very antisocial. I wasn’t sure if the spirit was him, or another spirit pretending to be him, so I would try too communicate by using a an old necklace of my grandma. Back then, I never knew you could actually communicate with spirits by using personal or items close to them. I thought I invented this new way to communicate with the other world. I asked if it was my uncle, the necklace started moving up and down, so I decided that meant yes. I asked if he was a mean, evil spirit, and also asked if it wanted to hurt me, the necklace went sideways, which meant no, and circle meant maybe or unanswered.

“I always felt like I was being watched…”

As time passed, I would visit my Grandma and stay the night a lot of the times. I always felt like I was being watched, I was on edge all the time, tense, unknowingly preparing myself for the worst. Days come, time passes. This spirit would start misplacing my stuff, like my phone. Confused about how it disappeared when it was just in my sight, I started looking everywhere, even calling it from the home phone to make it easier, but I Never heard it. I look under a pillow thinking to myself “Why the hell am I looking under a pillow?”

Later on, still empty-handed I get this strong feeling that I needed to look under that same pillow again. When I looked, I surprisingly see my phone at the same place I looked before when it wasn’t there. As I lifted the pillow, my phone vibrated from getting an incoming text.

He has always misplaced, my bobby pin, the only bobby pin I had over there. Placed on a clean table, right in plain sight, so I wouldn’t end up loosing it, but I lost it somehow because it wasn’t on that table I placed it on. Again I am looking everywhere for this small, thin hairpin. I walk in the hallway and, got a strong feeling that I needed to look on the wall, automatically knowing that’s where I would find it without looking up first. As I was thinking, “Why the hell would my bobby pin be on a wall?”

Come to find out, there was my bobby pin in between a nail that was holding a picture up on the wall right by the room my uncle died in. I grabbed it, and observed it to see if this was another bobby pin, or if it was dusty from being up there for a while, kinda feeling freaked out because I finally realized that spirits and other paranormal phenomena are as real as ever without any doubt, hoping I won’t be dragged down the hallway, or hurt in anyway, because I always had that feeling, but nothing physical ever happened.

“I seen the chair rocking back and forth…”

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“This child of my loss was connecting with me!”

June 30, 2017 /

It has been a few months, waking up by 3 to 3:30 am, I kept testing myself and watching a few days to be alert of the time, so it happened again several days, trying to find the facts and motive why?

I remember I lost a baby being pregnant for three months, the same exact time I was rushed to the hospital having a miscarriage! I looked at the clock to see what time it was, it was 3 am to 3:30 am!

I kept wondering if it was a girl, I wanted a girl!! So one night I woke up, open my eyes and saw the computer turn on for no reason, so I talked to it and asked to turn off computer. “I know you’re here! In a second moment, I saw the computer turned off, then I said, “Thank you. I know you are here.” Then I thought to myself in silence could that have been a message sent to me? From beyond? This child of my loss was connecting with me! The End

— Ginger, Utah

Ghost sightings since 5 years old

January 8, 2016 /

Ghost sightings since 5 years old. True paranormal.

Ghost sightings since 5 years old: Ever since I was about 5 years old, I have had experiences with paranormal things.  … I remember having a friend that was always at my house and we would play a lot. I didn’t think about it much then, but a few years after my friend “went away” I asked my mom about that friend. My mom then told me that I never had a friend like that. But then she told me that one night she woke up and found me talking to the wall. My mom asked who I was talking to, and I said that I was talking to my friend. My mom was so scared at my answer that she ran back to her room without even putting me back to bed.

“I heard someone crying.”

Another experience I had was that I woke up one night, and I heard someone crying. I walk into the hallway and I see a little boy with no face holding a broken drum. I ran back to my room and closed my door.

A male voice whispering in my ear…

(Years later) I have had a recent experience. I was trying to fall asleep but I hear a male voice whispering in my ear, but I couldn’t make out what it was saying. I sit up in my bed to see who was there, but nothing. The same thing happened again about an hour later, but still no one there.

A women screaming…

Then I hear a women screaming at me to leave her room and I booked it to my parents room and I sometimes still hear the women telling me to leave.

— Rae, California

Thanks for your story, Rae. We’ve created a special category in our archives for encounters such as yours. You’ll find it in the Sidebar Menu: Select Category: Kids see ghosts.

— Kat

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