Ghost Stories-page 1

I have one story about my old babysitter. Well, one day she was sick, so she spent the day at home. It just so happens her friend was sick too. Lindsy; my old babysitter; was having milk so finish up her morning snack before she lays down to watch a comdey. She was talking to her friend on the phone, talking about their crushs and classes. When lindsy took the milk out of the frige, she set it on the table. She slowly unscrewed the top and poured a half fullled glass of healthy milk. She carefully put the top right back on; she was extremely sure of this. Then she turned around to get the movie out. She turned back around and the milk top (cap) was on the table. She thought it was weird, and freaky, but at the time she thoguht of it as nothing. She just slipped the cap back on and turned around to pull out the comdey. All of the sudden the milk cap wipped arcoss the room. It didnt hit her. It just was extremely close too.

my name is ronni clemons and i am 13 years old. me and my sister and of course our family have been living in our house for a long time now, and just about 2 months ago me and my sister were sharing a room and our first night being in there it was ok at first and then around 3:15 in the morning i heard something really funny i woke up to find nothing there. so i tried to go back to sleep and then i heard another strange noise i woke back up and i heard a strange voice but it was as plain as day the voice was saying "please help me" i looked across the room and it looked as if there was a little girl there with a blue dress and white shoes and she had blonde hair. she was playing with my porcelin doll whos name was megan and after i saw that i screamed and then my doll got broke. my mom ran upstairs in a heartbeat and i told her what happened and no one believes me but i dont care because i know what happened. thank you for reading my story: ronni clemons

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Really Weird

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Well, this happened when i was about 11 or so. I was going to sleep early, cuz my head was killing me. So, I went to bed about 8. That night...I dont know what got this into my head, but i had a dream that a ghost was right by my bed. And it was right over me, looking me straight in the eyes. Then it scared me a little and i woke up out of it. I guess, it seemed soOo real that i thought that it happened. I was about to go back to sleep when something tugs the hair in the back of my head. which freaked me out so bad, that i could of fainted, but i didnt. I was to scared to turn around, so i stayed still. It tugged my hair again and again. It was really starting to hurt. So, i got the curage to scoot up on my bed. I did. Then it sounded like "the thing" that keept on pulling my hair moved up too. I mean, how would you feel if there was, like..a ghost or somthing on your bed when your 11? It is the worst feeling ever. Atfer like 45 mintues, i turned around. Of corse, Nothing was there. But i was told before, if you feel cold somewhere it was a ghost, no doubt. So i kinda reached forward. It was cold. Really cold. In this is in the summer...it was a ghost. After a while i just dozed off in to my own world of dreaming.

lil weird, huh?

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Lilangels story

hello.....i'd like to tell you about the many experiences i've had with ghost.
The first: I was about 4 or 5 when it happened and my mom had just put me down to bed. She entered the kitchen and began to wash dishes. Two seconds later i came runing out off my room ( I wasn't even in there long enough to fall asleep) I was screeming "mommy get the man out of my room! please get him out!" This of course scared her and she picked me up and we went out the back door. From out-side she called my grandpa to come see. ( he lives next store) He came to see that there was nobody there at all. We think it was my deceased great grandfether who owned the house prier to us was in my room.I mean he did die in there.Scary huh? I've also seen my grandma, 2 young girls, and my brother has seen my grandpa. And all around my home ( i live in woods) my friends and I have found shirts, bones, shoes, and old fashoned bottles all around...any connection? Who knows. We also hear noises in the basement as i type this. and minutes go we had my door closed and somehow the door openednd my dog got out.

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Claw of Terror

This happened the first night my parents were devorsed I was staying at my grandmothers house that night when I got in the house I dropped a few dollars behind the coach so I pushed the coach out to get it and too my surprise on the side of the wall layed a brutal claw mark about 15 inches in size so me and my cousin ashley who lives down stairs from my grandmother bolted to her mom and told her about the claw mark she said it probaly wasnt even there and not too bother her again a few weeks passed we decided to put a piece of cloth over it after this every once in a while you could here some whaling coming from the living room I know this sounds pretty stupid but everybody for at least 4 months was afraid too go in that room alone 3 years later my grandmother decided to move too nashville and I was invited over for diner and after help her pak and move the furniture after we were all done in her room we moved to the living room we moved all the coaches and behind one of them was the cloth we had put over the scratch mark only it was torn into small nickel size pieces all over the carpet.I am ten and to this day I promise my self that no force in heaven or on this earth would get me back in that house this story came back too me in a dream.


By Peter E A Addo

Although the story I am about to tell you happened a long time ago, I can remember every detail of what happened to me and my best friend Fredeh on that eventful and bright tropical sunny day at Kukuhill when we went kite flying.Fredeh was my best friend and we grew up together in the Gold Coast, now Ghana. We were the same age and height and were often mistaken to be brothers. We both came from loving families and we always knew how far we could go from our houses to play. That is as long as there was no one around. We roamed all over the place since apart from another house our two houses were the only houses for miles around. But we were not allowed to wonder very far. We had an invisible boundary that we were not allowed to cross. I was the oldest boy in my family and Fredeh was the youngest boy in his family. We played together everyday and everyday was an exciting adventure. For two innocent young boys we tried to do what was expected of us. Once a while we did get into real trouble. We lived in a neighborhood with very few homes but a lot of wooded area around to play unnaturally we were prohibited from going into the woods as we pleased. We did on occasions ventured far from home and got into a lot of trouble with our parents which scared the pants of both of us. In the woods around we imagined all sorts of scary things we saw all kinds of monsters in those woods and scary ghosts and other creepy creatures. Yet we still went into those woods every chance we got. We had the best of times. In those days.

Now our parents had warned us to play only on the dirt road that passed by Freda’s house and ended in the woods away from my house about two hundred yards away. But children will always be children and that which they are forbidden to do is exactly what they will try to do. And we were not going to prove the experts wrong. In this case or any other .We were young and free and could run home as fast as we could when we sensed any danger.

Fredeh and I found this particular deserted road to be the best place to fly our kite, and we did every chance we got. One day our kite got caught in one of the power poles that lined the road and we could not get it down. We were both sad because as bad as we were, we were not going to touch the pole since that was one of the biggest no no from our two families. Moreover we have heard of cases where the power line had killed those who had dared to defy the odds and have climbed them and mistaking had touched the live wires. This was also drummed into us at school and so we sat there with our sad faces wishing for a miracle to bring our kite down. A kite which we were very proud of. After all it has taken us so long to make it.

Suddenly another boy about our age walked up to us we had not realized him coming Perhaps it was because we were so involved with the situation with our kite. He was a normal looking boy. Without asking we pointed to the top of the electric pole and told him about our kite caught up there on the line. With a broad smile on his face he approached the pole and without a word he started to climb the pole. We were amazed and shouted at him not to climb due to the danger of being electrocuted but he kept on climbing until he reached the kite and gracefully brought it down to us He just smiled and we thanked him and while we were looking at our kite he left us just as sudden as he had appeared. We went home that day and never mentioned the incident to anybody. After all we were not supposed to fly the kite where we were

A few weeks passed and then we had a visit from Fredeh and his mother to my house and while the grownups were catching up on the gossips Fredeh and I played outside near by.

It was while our parents were talking that Fredeh and I realized what had happened that day with our kind benefactor at the part of the road we were not supposed to be. The story scared both of us to death It seems years ago a young boy about our age had been electrocuted while he was retrieving a kite on that stretch of the road and that had stopped the utility poles from being extended to the other side of Kukuhill .Now it seems plans are being made to continue the project. Ever since that accident several sightings of a young boy sometimes alone, sometimes climbing one of the poles sometimes just walking. had been reported from reliable people.Fredeh and I were paralyzed with fear and for a very long time we both avoided that stretch of road at Kukuhill and nobody knew why. Were we in the presence of a real ghost?. Who was that boy who came to our help? Could it have been the same boy who was electrocuted on that road? As for Fredeh and me we kept all these to ourselves. Well sort of until now.

The End

hi. my name is Kira Mcdire, and i believe ,no, i KNOW ive encountered a ghost. I was on a field trip at a place called the deanes house, and it is supposed to be haunted. There are 2 floors, and an attic. The 1st floor is a restaurant and the second floor, and the attic is made for school field trips where they teach you things. Me, being a ghost believer for a long time, was excited to go to the attic. we split into 2 groups, and my group went outside first. by the time it was our turn to go to attic, excitement turned to fear. I went up the stairs and saw it looked nothing like a normal attic but like a small bedroom without a bed and dresser. a small dollhouse stood on a tiny bed side table, a perfect model of the house. VERY creepy. There were windows at each end of the room. People say sometimes late at night if you look up at the windows,people see faces looking down at them. i was looking at THOSE windows. after they taught us our lesson, i discovered there were 2 small cupboards at the side of 1 window. after people were heading down the stairs, i peeked into one of the cupboards. A cold wind chilled me, i got a lump in my stomache. I broke into a cold sweat. Quickly i took out my mom's camera, shaking, i pressed the flash button. i closed the door very fast and ran down the stairs. The wind stopped after i closed the door. My lump lessend, and my sweating stoped. I had on of those instint picture camaras. I gasped horrified at the picture un-fogging. A large 'orb' was in the corner of the room! I heard that orbs were the core of the ghost, and could only be seen in pictures.
I dont know what was in that room, but i had a pretty good idea. The ghost(s) probally hid in there all day and came out when the house was closed. Ive never had a feeling like that before. it wasnt because i was more excited than scared when i opened the door. it was also very cold in there. when i got home i researched the house on my computer at home, and discovered that a mother of 5, went crazy and killed 4 children, then comitted suicide. The father left, and the only child left starved and died.
Please reply to this letter, so i know that you have recived this. also, email me if you have any questions. thank you for your time. *kira.*

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Germany, U.S Army

Hey, my name is Christian and I'm 22 years old.

I live near Wiesbaden state hessen, germany. I'm working as Security Guard under US Army contract.

One of our Areas (a patrol area) is located in a noble housing area.

And thats where the story actually starts.

Our Central Post (later reffered to as CP) on this post is located within an house build back in 50's. a 3 stories, double row house to be exact (housing 4 flats, containing 6 rooms each)

The odd about it, the 2nd storie on one of the sides is completely burned out. The periphermy of this one house is deserted as the house itself.

All kinds of rumors go around the flat on the 2nd floor and if I'm honest I started to believe them.

But lets start from scratch.

Last month I was sheduled for exactly this area. I kinda flipped 'course I knew some tales about the location allready, but what I learned.. and witnessed while I was there was nothing compared to the rumors..

I was openly showing my interesst in all those stories going around the location so my college started to tell me the story as fallows:

20 years ago, this special flat above our cp burned out for the first time, a 8 years old girl lost her life due the accident. Up until that there is nothing out of the ordinary, besides the poor girl that lost her life..

About 5 Years ago the same flat burned out again. This fire, as the first one 20 years ago, started in the kid's bedroom and spread fast through half the flat. Since then half of the house stood empty. (The burned flat and the one below it where our cp is located now)

Short after the neighbours started to witness strange sounds comming from the flat.

After 9.11., the terror attack on wtc all security measures where enforced, also in this area. american national guard guarded the entrances and all that. Well it was this time when the first realy scary stuff happened.

One day the neighbours called the national guard to investigate the burned out flat for animals or whatever resonsoble for the strange noises. 4 national guards went up the stairs and entered the flat, one of 'em reported seeing a line stateing "GET OUT!" wirtten in blood appeareing on the wall right infront of his eyes.. but all four guards report once they started to venture deeper into the flat the walls started to bleed, leaveing big bloodlakes on the floor. They got out asap and since no national guard entered the flat ever again.

Soon after, the neighbours moved away due the stetic noises and left the house completely deserted.

In the fallowing years most of the surrounding houses started to empty aswell. People moved or were sent home.

Half a Year ago, there was the latest happening. 6 Colleges from another shift met at the CP for Postinspection, one onguard supervisior was there aswell, when they heared footsteps and moveing furniture from the flat above. They allmost were about to go investigate when a bright, white person appeared in the cp's window. The odd about it, this person got a face, but no nose! The guards freaked and ran out. Since then only 2 of the actually 7 persons involved still work for the company, the supervisior never enters the cp after nightfall, 1 of the guards invoilved went into assylum and could not work anymore.

I listened to all this stories and since I actually DO believe in ghosts even that I did not witness one until that point, I was interessted to get more info on it. Thats when my college suggested to have a lookaround in that special flat. After some discussion I aggreed, hell I was afraid! We slowly moved up the stairs, every step made a crounchy noise since the steps where covered with all kind of dirt. It appeared like nobody was going up the stairs for month at least, until now.

We entered the flat and first off it was DARK, we went up in bright sunlight, 2 pm and it was so dark inside that flat, we needed to turn on a flashlight to see something! Then I saw what the national guards might have seen in the past. Thin lines running all the way down the walls, where ever you look. They got a dark red color in the flashlights light and formed small puddles on the dirty floor. It scared the hell out of me to see this. THe next odd I noticed was, that there was NO furniture at all in the flat, it was completely empty, so it's impossible you can hear furniture be moved, if there is none... right? I started to break my head about all those when we moved up to the kitchen. There was a big layer of dirt on all you could see. Well all but the places where the kitchen assecoires were standing 5 years ago, how the hell is it possible you can still recognice that places? Anyway, on one of the working tables something was written in the dirt, with thin fingers "GET OUT!" beneath it I could see a childs handprint. That was the moment I was about to run off, but my college started to venture deeper into the flat, so I had no option but fallowing him. We came across the childs bedroom, where actually the fire started 5 years ago. It was a terrible few of broken furniture, yes, the only room containing some pieces of furniture, burned beyound recognition. The other guard moved up to a wall closet. He was about to open it when I heared a strange noise, it reminded me on the bell of a microwave or prolly a kids toy cashbox. It was not clear, seemed to come from far away, but still realy close, hard to describe. I told him, but he did not hear anything, he said. Soon after we reached the end of the hallway and entered a 2nd childs bedroom. On the window ledge there was an old book, did not seem newer then 15 years. My college started to browse the book and I investigated the room. When turning back to the door leading into the room my view fell on another wall closet. it was half way open and the door moved slowly back and forth. Once I came closer I noticed something was written there aswell "HELP ME!"

Thats when I asked my college to leave the place asap. While we were makin' our way back through the flat I heared the next weired sound. Located infront of us I heared someone doin' the dishes! Doin' the dishes while the next inhabited house was all the way down the road?! I was going out 2nd, pulling the door softly but it fell locked with a hard slam sound. Guess thats a sign.

When we returned to the cp the sounds, people were talking about started. Someone seemed to move around a couch or a chair in the flat above. Small feets walking the wooded floor, towards the door leading to the staircase. The crunchy sound I mentioned before if someone moves up or down the stair. I pieked through the cp's door but nobody was at the stairs.

The sounds countinued to appear scattered over several hours a day. A few days after all this I went to the bathroom and got a real shock. There was a FACE on the floor besides the toilet! It smiled widely with white teeth.

I could make it to stay away from the bathroom for 2 days but on the 3rd day I couldn't hold it and had to go to the bathroom again.. in fear to witness the face again I slowly moved into the bathroom, investigateing the floor. And in fact, the face was there again, but this time it was not smileing. It showed a sad face instead. I though.. 'hey chris, you startin' to get CRAZY'

But I did not enter the bath.. nore the burned flat again up until this day.

Please don't think I'm stupid or something.. this realy gave me the creeps! I'm so happy to be on a different post now...

Sincerely,

Christian

PS: I'm sorry for my english.. it's not the best I fear.

I hope I could descibe the happenings so you can understand it perfectly...