Does anyone have any good real ghost stories?

Answer 1

There was once a ghost who everyone thought was holy, belief in this ghost caused the deaths of millions of people, the persecution of millions more, yet people still thought it was holy.

Answer 2

my friend emily and i were camping in virginia in her dad's trailer. we ran inside to get marshmallows for smores and there was a ghostly man's face reflecting in the black face of the stove. i was shocked but she screamed and i knew she saw it too. it was so creepy. we tried to find out about the previous owners of the trailer but we couldn't figure it out. we slept together on the table that folds into a bed and we left all the lights on and were horrified. my only ghostly encounter but i will never forget it. the man had brown hair that looked ratty and he had a hooked nose.
there is this book called haunted places by dennis william something and in it this accountant comes to an old mansion and while she is waiting in the foyer for the houseowner she starts plucking the strings of a harp. then disembodied head of a previous houseowner woman says "stop doing that. just sit down" the accountant fled fromthe house without her purse and wouldn't even accept it back b/c she was scared it may be haunted now. i just thought it was funny.

Answer 3

I grew up in Germantown, a section of Philadelphia settled by Quakers. When I was a little girl, I used to see a man in colonial clothing sitting at my desk with a long white quill and a bottle of ink writing on paper. He looked very involved in what he was writing and never looked at me. I would lay in bed watching him and wonder what he was writing. He glowed as if lit up by a bright white light and I saw him a lot. Later as an adult I happened to mention this to my younger brother and he said that he had seen him too, and that he named him the colonel because he reminded him of the guy on the Kentucky Fried Chicken container. I was shocked to know that he had seen him as well because I had never mentioned him before.

Answer 4

The house I lived in when I was younger was haunted. I was about nine and woke up to see a woman standing at the end of my bed dressed in a long white gown. Also, at a certain time of the night you could hear someone humming and the sound of a rocking chair. It seems sad now but at the time it scared me to death.

Answer 5

they have this house down the road my parents house when i was a kid, they had this old man there that lived to be a 102 after he died the family of the old man locked the house down and put a for sale sign up, this place had on old oak tree that we made it our club house and it was right behind the house, we had been there all day building our club house when we went and took a break we sat on the back stairs of this house and that is when we heard these long weird sounding bangs inside the house it started getting louder and louder we all looked at each other and ran as fast as we could we never went back or looked back when we got to my house we road passed the house there was nobody in the driveway or near it

added: the bangs inside the house sounded like it was getting closer and closer to us

Answer 6

something that happened to my father's friend. we were all on holiday on the coast when i was about 14. one afternoon, we "children" went to the beach and this man, my father's friend, decided to go to the graveyard in that town, where his mother was burried but he wasn't sure which grave exactly (she died when he was a child and he had lived in another town all his life). so, next thing we knew he came back very pale and distressed, he wouldn't talk for at least 2 hours and than he told us what happened. he said that he went to the graveyard (it's a very old one) and that he kept thinking about some very old graves that nobody visited and the locals considered "spooky" and never went near them if they could avoid it- well, he found his mother's grave after a while, left some flowers and decided to go back and still make it to the beach. as he walked back he saw a very old lady in a black shawl, her back turned to him, who was sitting on one of the "spooky" graves apparently overcome by heath or grief or whatever. he said he felt a strong urge to go and see her, help her or sth.... so, he toched her sholder and when she turned to face him, the old lady had a skeletal face and horrible cat-like eyes wuth slits for pupils and very malicious.... he said that she wanted to grab his hand but that he started running away, but kept seeing her on other graves until he left the graveyard. he was very distressed, and I have no reason not to believe him, I still remember that day very well. later, one of the local women claimed that a very bad woman was burried in one of those graves, and that nobody shed a tear when she died. and that that is why she keeps coming back. scary.