do you have a real story about ghost?

Question

i love ghost stories...

your stories sacred me..how can i sleep now?...

Answer 1

If it weren't for this occasion, I wouldn't believe in ghosts. Logically, I believe it's impossible; however, one night I was staying at a friends house. I was playing Mario Kart on the Super NES, and it was very late. I realized my friends had all fallen asleep and I was the only one awake. I was told the house was haunted, so I was afraid to turn off the TV (my only source of light), but I did. After a few minutes, I was still laying there wide awake, but trying to fall asleep. Then all of a sudden I heard this sound -- like a buzzing. It continued for a few seconds, and then DONG! DONG! DONG! DONG! DONG!
It was my friend's grandfather clock! It scared the crap out of me!

Not two minutes later, after I'd calmed down and started to fall asleep, I got this very eerie feeling -- like my body went into defense mode -- hair started standing up, I got a tingling sensation in my head, my saliva started to get very thin and warm. Then, from the foot of the couch, I heard the strangest sound I've ever heard. It sounded like a slow, moaning siren, but off-key, and quieter. If one of my friends was playing a joke on me, I would have seen his silouette against the shades on the windows, which were illuminated by street lights. The sound was coming from an empty part of the room at the end of the couch, and I knew it was a ghost, I knew it was looking at me as I was pretending to be dead or asleep or whatever! It lasted a full 30 seconds. Then it was gone. It never happened again. My friends didn't believe me. I know I can never convey in words exactly what happened, but to me, it was the most frightening thing I've ever experienced.

Answer 2

I'm not sure if this is what you'd call a real ghost story or not, but it was an unexplainable event that I witnessed a few years ago.

I was visiting a friend over Thanksgiving. She has 3 kids, all were younger than 6, with the youngest being just 8 months old. Rumor has it that her home was built on the property of a house that once took in people on the run within the underground railroad. She has a strange living room. Her house seems about a hundred and fifty years old, of course it's been remodeled many times, but one thing's always been the same...there's a door in the living room that goes to nowhere. By nowhere, I mean when you open the door, there's about a 2 inch gap, and then an old brick wall that is probably about 3 feet thick. From the outside of the house, you just see a 3x3 sq foot brick area that goes from the ground to the top of the house. On the ground infront of the brick wall, on the outside of the house, there's an indentation in the ground that contains one cement step...it looks like there may have been a stairwell that went below the ground where the brick wall is now sitting. Supposedly, a group of people died in the crawl space that was once there. They were supposedly escapees from the underground railroad who were locked in the crawl space until it got dark. Some one was said to have lit a candle, it caught the space on fire, and to keep from being caught as a "smuggler" so to say, the home owner and his friends filled in the room with dirt. Anyhow, back to the story of my visit. My friend and I have always joked around about her house being haunted. When she was looking at the house prior to buying, the realtor even disclosed that many think the house is haunted, and shared the story behind the rumors. Small unexplainable things always happened at the house, but we never really thought it was haunted. Lights would turn off on their own. We would smell smoke when there was no fire in the neighborhood. We could hear a tapping like noise coming from water pipes beneath the house. The two things that happened most often were when the thin, tall lamp in the corner of her living room would shake, like it was vibrating, yet a glass of water on the table beside it wouldn't show any signs of movement...and her spring blinds in the living room, the shade type, would release and roll up on their own all the time. After these small things happened time and time again, we would just jokingly refer to the ghost as the one doing it. Well, on this Thanksgiving day in particular, my friend was standing at the stove stirring gravy. She had her baby on her hip, and was stirring with the other hand. I was sitting at the kitchen table and all of the sudden, the phone fell off the wall. Scared the heck out of us because it hit the floor hard. I picked it up and hung it back up. She was still standing at the stove, and a few minutes later, we were deeply involved in a conversation about the White River and how low it was that year from a lack of rain. All of the sudden, my friend starts yelling at her oldest son, telling him to stop pulling on the baby's leg....I was still sitting at the table and could see the baby's leg being pulled downwards, and pretty hard. BUT there was no one there pulling it. I was kind of in a state of shock and I didn't say anything, I just kept staring. At this point, my friend didn't realize that her oldest son was not at her side. Again, the baby's leg was being pulled downwards again...my friend yelled again "Jacob, stop that! Stop pulling on your sister's leg. I'm stirring at a hot stove and someone is going to get hurt!" That's when I stood up, grabbed the baby from her arm and told her that there wasn't anyone there pulling on the baby's leg, and I told her that she wasn't crazy because I saw it too. We both just looked at eachother, and headed out of the kitchen. Even more strange, while I was walking quickly out of the kitchen with the baby, it felt like the baby kept getting heavier and heavier. Needless to say, my friend turned off the oven and stove, and we went to her mom's for Thanksgiving dinner.

Ghost? I dunno...unexplainable, definitely.

Answer 3

I got a lot of real ghost stories that I've experienced before but I want to ignore them since I believe those ghosts should rest in peace already. They just need our prayers.

Answer 4

I lived in the Balete Drive area for almost 30 years and I would often go home real late and sometimes just walk along Balete Drive. Never saw the white lady and even my neighbors never had any stories about her.

Answer 5

You can write to me I have both seen ghost and lived in a real poltergeist home. Their are good and demonic spirits. This subject is not to be toyed with.

Answer 6

I've seen them, felt them, heard them. Have plenty of stories plus other stories about not so ghostly entities.

Me and two other friends were playing around in school after it had closed, and we were in the auditorium playing with the piano and lights.

One of my friends turned off the lights and I saw coming through the wall in succession, three very tall dark shadows, starting to walk our way.

I yelled at her to turn the lights back on! and we booked because their were stories about it being a reformatory for boys back in the day.

we ran down the hall and outside to the stairs.

Around the corner I heard a growl and asked the other girls if they heard it too, they confirmed..."a growl?"

One of the beotches which they were, pushed me down the stairs and said you go first.

so I looked around the corner were we usually snuck out to have cigarettes and nothing was there.

we walked back to my friends house a block away.

later on in the school year, I was walking into the woodshop classroom and the huge window had an indent in it expanding outward in little cracks.

It looked like it had been punched from the inside.

I asked the Janitor what happened and he said it was like that when they came in in the morning.

Me and another friend always used to sit by the door in the back of the auditorium with our ear up to the door, swearing we could hear a girl mumbling back there.

My ex and I always heard footsteps around my old house in the basement. I've been slapped in that house by something, had terrible feeling like something didn't want me there, while I was alone and him at work.

lying on my bed listening to music and the chimes I had hanging above me started to ring and jumble around like crazy and there was no one else down there with me. I had to run upstairs and tell my brother to get me my cigs an stuff so I didn't have to go back down there.

Saw a pair of legs at my work, later on in the day discovered an evp on my phone that said PAIROFLEGS in a scratchy voice. others have confirmed they hear the same thing.

the computer had shut off by itself there and other many weird things.

I've seen and been through alot of that scary stuff, too many stories, It interests me the most, but unfortnatley, scares the crap out of me the most also.

Answer 7

Nax! I love to hear ghost stories too. Like white ladies, black ladies, kapres, duwende, kulams, and so much more! Ang weird noh?
HAHAHA!

Answer 8

Check this website:
http://www.trueghoststories.co.uk/
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Answer 9

nope. sorry sister,i don't believe in that crap. it's just the devil playing tricks on your mind.

but i do like watching movies that will make me jump out of my seat.