What's your ghost story?

Answer 1

When my SIster & Husband decided to restore a run down Victorian Mansion that had long since been cut down into six apartments, it was soon aparent that its derelict condition was a reflection of the fact that no one wanted to live in most of the units due to the fact that the previous tenants refused to move out - - - move on - - - to Heaven or Hell or where ever people go when they died. The entire building creaked & groaned fitting perfectly the description of a haunted house. One gloomy gray day (well, this was in the Northwest, in Everett, so that was normal), on a certain day I was taking apart a bed in a second floor room suggesting it had last been decorated around the turn of the 19th Century. Squatting down, removing bolts, I was aware of a wave of pure hatred. The feeling increased as I finnished taking apart the rails, setting headboard & footboard by the door. Glancing into the bathroom, a grim green & gray tiled Victorian Era bathroom with a huge tub on pedestal claws, a toilet with a water tank above, suddenly a flash of BLOODY RED - - - it was as if the tub were filled with blood - -- -- my nerves couldn't take the atmosphere of pure hatred, I quickly exited the apartment. My Sister later confided in me that that apartment was the worse in the building, that even together they could not handle the atmosphere which was why they had asked for my help. A later search revealed that during the 1920's a prostitute had murdered in that apartment, her body placed in bathtub to made it seem as if a suicide. I understood her anger, I had been taking apart her bed, her livelihood. The memory of that day creeps me out to this day.

Answer 2

When I was a little girl shortly after my grandfather past away, we visit my grandma in BC. My brother and my sister and I were all in the same room.

We were laughing and carrying away until we heard creeks in the floor and saw a light..flash light type light. Someone or something opened the door and flash the light and we pretended that we were asleep. So the door finally closes. In the morning I decided to ask my dad if he came in. I was wondering if we were too noisy. So he said he didn't even hear us.

We thought that there was a burgulary and there wasn't no footprints nor anything missing. We all verified that we saw someone flashing around the flash light and we were quiet when we heard the floors squeeked. So years later I figured it had to be my grandpa checking up on his children however, it was us. As years went by finding out more about ghosts, I asked my dad if his dad ever waved a flashlight in their room or rooms...and he said yes but very rarely. So today I believe that my grandpa visit us that night.

Answer 3

One time this ghost showed up and said hi whats up

Answer 4

One morning, back when I was renting a room, my locked door knob turned 3 times and the door shook like a big truck had driven by or something. I was home alone...it was scarey especially because I don't believe in ghosts.

Answer 5

In college, a lecturer ask "how many people believe in ghosts?" About half the hands went up. Then he asked "of those who raised your hands, how many have seen ghosts?" About twenty hands were up. He then asked "How many of you actually talked to ghosts?" Three hands remained. "Ok, of you three, how many have had sex with ghosts?" One hand remained, and of course it was Bubba the Redneck. The lecturer invited him to the podium and said "This gentleman is going to tell us about his sexual experience with ghosts".
Bubba said "Oh, I thought you said 'goats' !"

Answer 6

ghost saw me and got scared and vanished

Answer 7

i don' belive in ghost beacause they don't exist