have u ever seen a real ghost or have u ever heard of a real ghost story?

Question

any scary story i am ready to read

Answer 1

http://www.lang.nagoya-u.ac.jp/~matsuoka/ghost-stories.html


The Bell Witch
Liz was 16 years old and sitting right in the middle of what she called "Nowheresville, USA" - Adams, Tennessee. Why her parents thought she'd be happy spending the weekend here with her "country cousins" while they were gallivanting about in New York City on vacation was beyond human reason. "It's a peaceful place to visit," her parents had said. "It has beautiful, scenic farmland - very bucolic."
More like bubonic, Liz thought, with a terminal disease of the drop dead dull.

Her country cousin Jimmy, also 16, was no help. He seemed to think dodging cowchips was an athletic event. Nashville was Liz's home; Nashville was where things were happening. All her friends were off to Halloween parties and spooky movie marathons. "Child's play," her father had said. "Halloween was meant for the young ones to trick and treat - older, mature folks had more serious business." Yeah, Liz thought, like seeing Broadway shows and dancing in Manhattan nightclubs.

Liz walked out on the porch and watched the sun set over the peaceful fields. Oh well, she thought, at least I brought my portable tape player. She put on her headphones, pressed the play button to hear her favorite tape and - the batteries died. Liz ripped the headphones off her head and sighed - wasn't anything going to go right?

Country cousin Jimmy walked out and joined her on the porch. I might as well hang out with him, Liz thought. It's better than talking to the plants - but not by much.

Liz turned to him and said, "So Jimmy, what do you do around here besides milk cows and bring in the crops?"

Jimmy shrugged, gazed out at the fields and answered with his lazy rural drawl - "Oh, I don't know. Fishing, ball games. I like to read, watch TV..."

"Oh, come on. There must be something to do around here. What's the coolest thing about Adams, Tennessee?"

Jimmy thought about that question a bit and said, "Well, we got the Bell Witch Cave."

Now that sounds somewhat interesting, Liz thought. "Why's it called the Bell Witch Cave?"

Jimmy seemed real reluctant to talk about it. "Cause they say it's haunted," he said.

Liz rolled her eyes - sometimes getting Jimmy to talk about things was like pulling eyeteeth. "Whoa, don't stop there - come on, what's the story? You ever been there? Did you ever see any ghosts?"

"Well, I've only been there once with some friends. It was kinda icky and muddy, and full of spiders and all."

Liz was now really getting impatient. "Tell me about it, Jimmy! Come on!"

Jimmy sighed, sat down and told her the story:



The Maco Light
(this story is from my state North Carolina)
In the years immediately following the Civil War, the railroad was king. And if the railroad was king, its prince was the conductor. The engineer might have gotten to sit up front, blow the whistle and drive the train. But he couldn't move that train one inch until the conductor told him to.

Joe Baldwin had always wanted to be a conductor. One day, he finally realized his lifelong dream when he was hired to be a conductor on the Wilmington & Manchester line. The W&M stretched from the coastal town of Wilmington, North Carolina westward to Columbia, South Carolina, then down to Charleston - a town that Joe loved never tired of visiting. The beautiful homes, the water, and huge helpings of fried chicken and sweet potato pie that his friends cooked for him - it made his mouth water just thinking about it.

Joe would appear at work every morning, smartly turned out in his clean, pressed black pants, starched white shirt, black leather vest and expertly-tied bow tie. On top of his head was the conductor's hat, with a medallion on the front that glistened like gold in the sunlight and read "Conductor." He always carried his lantern with him, along with a ticket punch and, of course, his railroad watch. For it was with that watch that Joe made his train run on time.

Joe took very good care of his trains. Several times during a run, Joe would walk from one end of the train to the other checking everything he could think of. He would check the wheels to see if foreign objects from the tracks were stuck up in them. He would check the boxcars to make sure they were properly locked. He would make sure that the passengers had everything then needed, and that there was always enough oil for the lamps so they wouldn't burn out at night.
One stormy night, as they were traveling through the swampy woods near Maco, North Carolina (a few miles west of Wilmington), Joe was back in the caboose resting. He had just completed his rounds, and wanted to take a short break before they reached South Carolina. Dreams of Charleston danced in his head as the clickety-clack of the train wheels lulled him to sleep.

Suddenly, the train started slowing down, and Joe instinctively woke up in a flash. Joe immediately got worried, for he knew it wasn't time for a stop yet. He jumped up, ran to the front of the caboose, opened up the door and stepped out for the next coach.

But there was no next coach!
Joe was horrified to see that the caboose he was riding in had somehow become uncoupled from the rest of the train. Somewhere in the distant darkness, the rest of his beloved train had left him behind.

Joe knew he was in trouble, because right behind his train, he knew that a fast freight would soon be approaching. Joe ran out onto the rear landing and peered through the rain and fog, trying desperately to spot the train. Before long, way off in the distance, he saw a pinpoint of light, and he knew it had to be the freight train behind him. As the light got bigger, he could almost hear the wheels of the freight chugging toward him, louder and louder.
Joe grabbed his lantern and started waving it frantically from side to side, hollering, "Hey! Stop! Hey!" He knew the freight engineer couldn't hear him, but he screamed anyway, waving his lantern wilder and wilder.

The freight light grew bigger and bigger, and Joe heard the whooshing sound of the air brakes, then the sound of the freight locomotive going into reverse, its wheels spinning on the track. He saw the sparks flying off either side of the track like some surreal fireworks display.

That was the last thing Joe Baldwin ever saw. For the freight smashed into his caboose with a deafening crash, splintering it into a million pieces.

Then there was silence on the tracks, save for the steam hissing from the freight train. The only light was from Joe Baldwin's lantern, which had been thrown deep into the dark swamp and continued to burn through the night.

The next morning, the people that came to search the wreckage finally found Joe's mangled body near the caboose. To their horror, they found that he had been decapitated in the crash. They searched throughout the woods, but never could find his head - only his lantern, still warm to the touch. They carried Joe home and buried him without his head.

A few weeks later, the station master at Maco stepped out onto the platform on another dark and foggy night. As he looked down the tracks, he thought he saw a little pinpoint of light coming toward him. He checked his watch - there wasn't supposed to be any train arriving then. The light kept moving down the tracks, as if it were someone carrying a lantern. Then it started to swing back and forth, slowly at first, but as it got closer to the station, it started to swing wilder and wilder. And then, it suddenly turned and went back down the tracks, until it disappeared into the darkness.

The station master didn't know what to make of it at first, and eventually dismissed it from his mind. But then the light started coming back more and more, mainly on nights when there was stormy weather. Again, it would start as a tiny point, growing larger as it approached, swinging back and forth like a lantern, wilder and wilder. Then, as it neared the station, it would turn around and go back into the woods.

The station master wasn't the only one who saw the light. Engineers approaching Maco would see it along the tracks, and would stop their trains thinking it was a signal. They finally had to make a special rule at Maco where any signals to any train had to be done with two lights instead of one, and any single light signals were to be ignored.

Folks began coming into Maco from all over to see what became known as the "Maco Light." Scientists even tried studying it to come up with a plausible theory, but never could figure it out. Some folks said it was a ball of lightning, or swamp gas. In later years, some believed it was automobile headlights reflecting off the tracks.

But all the locals knew what it was - they knew it was Joe Baldwin coming back to look for his head!

In 1977, the railroad shut down the line and tore up the tracks. When the tracks left, so did the light, and it hasn't reappeared since. Whether Joe Baldwin found his head, or found some other measure of peace, that was the last anyone ever saw of the Maco Light.


- THE END -

Answer 2

Heard a ghost.
Was working a hot summer day in a barn a few months after the old next door neighbor died. He never got out much.
Anyway, I stopped sweeping the dusty barn for a sweaty moment and heard someone walking from a path in front of the barn to the side of the barn across a gravel area.
It sounded perfectly normal, regular footsteps from near front door to the side door.
The ghost part comes in where I was following the footsteps with my ears and saw no one through the windows.
Nor saw anyone at the open side door which had a very good view into the gravel area.
No spookiness involved. Similar thing happened near same time to another person working a quarter mile away, but also near the neighbor's house.
We just wrote it up as being the dead next door neighbor who, before he died likely really missed getting out, visiting, and working on farm stuff.

Answer 3

Yes, I've actually seen a ghost before my first year of college. THe house I lived in was over 100 years old, and after I saw the ghost, I went to the local library to research the house. Turned out, the boy that i had seen, actually had the funeral in the house along time ago. I also have had an experience with reincarnation. If you want the whole story, feel free to email me.

Answer 4

when i was a camp leader at the local ymca, one of the other instructors got an idea to tell ghost stories in the basement where they had the ballet classes, because it was dark and cold, any ways this was her story

she moved into an old house, with a room mate and about a week after they started having weird stuff happen to them her room was always about 10 degrees cooloer than the next rooms, but there was no a/c vent in her room,

she and her room mate came home one day to find that all of the drawers and cupbaord doors open, every door that was onpen now was closed and every door that was closed when they left was open, freaky thing nothing was touched and everything was still locked up,

the one girl with the cold room would hear sounds comming from her closet, like a real life closet monster
the other girls swore up and down that there was as if ther was a child playing on the stairs to the basement every night

last freaky thing, one of the girls had a box filled with only photographs that she was going to put into an album, when she went down stairs to do laundry, all her photos were strung across the floor, freaky part, they were in order that they were taken, she went up stairs to ask the room mate, and she said that she had not been down stairs in two days and could not fiind any of her friends boxes...

about a week of this happening, they went to the local library to research the house, and they found out that the family that lived there had a shady past, the mother passed away, and the dad went nuts, he locked his little boy in the basement and his little girl in the closet until they died, then the father hung him self somewhere in the house
freaky hun?

Answer 5

Yep. The place I went to used to be a hotel in the olden days when my town was first made, but because of the hauntings, they turned it into a restaurant.

My friend and I were doing a report on the supernatural in 8th grade and we stopped by the hotel because it was a local thing and, of course, we knew the stories.
No one was allowed upstairs because it was solely a restaurant, but the owner gave us a tour upstairs because he was such a nice fellow.
Anyway, he showed us one of the rooms-- motioned, really. He didn't turn any of the lights on and so motioned to a pitch-dark room and said that was where a lady had hung herself.
I had brought my camera in case an opportunity like this would come, and so I tried to take a picture of the room.
My camera kept malfunctioning or something. It just wouldn't take a picture! Finally, though, it worked, and we moved on.

When I got my pictures back, I had forgotten all about the room, until I saw one picture at the back of the pile. I knew what it was immediately.

Answer 6

I heard of plenty ghost stories - had alot of ghostly experiences; however, ghosts don't bother me as much as 'big foot' does... picture this, a 7+ ft tall 'creature' with a mated hairy body, large claws, large teeth with blood dripping from them and a very very fowl smell dragging a full grown deer by its hind legs.... I know it doesn't seem scary - or real for that matter - to some people but experience it yourself and you'll wonder exactly what else may be out there that most of us don't know about....

Answer 7

Merry Meet,
As a matter of fact i deal with the supernatural on a regular basis and I have others who have witnessed these events as well. I have spoken to them and also can tell the events of the past connected to a piece of land. So do they exsist YES! only difference between the living and the dead is a physical body - Are they evil? Not really your fear - is your worst friend. Most are ancestors trying to reach out for a reason...now there are those who as in life were very rowdy in nature. This is the hardest thing for people to grasp the dead remain as they were until they finish up their work on their previous life. So if 1 was a not very nice person in life, chances are in death the personality comes thru again. To prevent this from happening you simply ask them to have "unconditional love' for you. If attached to the land or you should be found out. There are great channelers everywhere, should be one near you. Namaste

Answer 8

Yes. I know because my house is haunted with my room being most haunted. The story is that like back in the 30's or some time in that time period my house use to be owned by a very rich family. There was a father, mother, and daughter which (according to my friend) looked alot like me. And the father's brother lived in the backyard. He was real jelous of his brother's good life and one night he snuck into the house and murdered his brother, his brother's wife, and the girl. But he killed her outside. And to this day the fence that they had back then is still in my backyard. You know, the one that he killed the daughter at. There's a cut in the fence that is said to be the place of the dagger that killed the girl. And that girl's old room is now my room. And that's my story.

Answer 9

i have, but only breifly. in this house down the street from me, theres a haunted house. i never thought it was. But one night i was walking home from my friends house and i saw a ghost just standing in front of the house. it was gone in like, 3 seconds, but it wasn't a person. i was close enough to see it was fuzzy around the edges, but looking solid and standing, not floating. It was a guy about 18, i geuss he lived there or something. the house has been a empty for about 25 years. it was so weird though, and i always look really close whenever i pass that house now.

Answer 10

Yes, I have seen a real ghost before, and I have heard of real ghost stories, at the Cresent Hotel.

Answer 11

Oh yes, i have had several encounters with the spirits that the majority refer to as "ghosts". After my grandmother died, she haunted our house. I first noticed it when i would come to visit after going away to college. I would hear things, and see random pictures move on their own. Sometimes you could see what i thought were just shadows. But after a couple years, she went away. There was a spirit that lived in my dorm too. I first saw her the night we had a terrible ice storm. She was the one that woke me up with her ice cold hands, so that i could wake up my roommates and save the fish before the power went out. While we were congregated in the hall with blankets trying to keep calm, since the power went out for 2 days, i saw something in the doorway that lead to the laundry room, where she died. There were a couple other times that i would hear her through the ac vents. Another ghost lived in my friends apartment...he was weird, never came out much, and i never saw him, but i could feel him... he was always angry and for some reason all her pets seemed to die mysteriously. They would just disappear out of their cages, with cage doors still shut, and never be found.