Thread: "Ghost Stories"

Somewhere in my history of post should be the record that kept of me actually staying in a huanted house for about 5 months.

There's already a "Ghost Stories" thread. http://www.dreamviews.com/community/...ad.php?t=21839

I can merge this one with that one if you want

Originally Posted by spiritofthewolf

Now Im not sure if my 2 incidents are GHOST or what not..Its just strange coincidence's, I cant prove to you that they were ghost..Another thing that leaves it as a WEIRD is because our house is new... We are the first people to be living in it.. Its over 4,000 square feet..So it doesnt have much of a history....

Actually it doesn't really matter whether the house is new or not. Because you don't know what's buried in the ground it was built on. I lived in haunted house for 5 years, the house was brand new and we were the first ones who lived in it. But the area that the neighborhood had been built was right near the Spanish Trail, a route Native Americans use to take. So I believe that many of those that died during the trip were buried in that area.

Yes please Burns, that other thread has some awesomely scary ones

edit: I forgot to add my story (idot!)

Anyway, my girlfriend's aunt and uncle went on holiday recently somewhere in South Africa, on the same day as the Super 14 final (if any of you watch rugby you'll know) and they stopped at this hotel which had a tent with the game on.

So they get a room (room 13) and while they're sitting at the bar they hear that room 11 (the one next to theirs) is apparently haunted by an old prostitute who would sit waiting for a lover to come back from the Boer war, and on some nights at around 2 in the morning you could hear her wailing.

So they get to their room, and one of the window frames is a bit loose, and bumping around in the wind. They put a whole lot of wads of toilet paper in behind the frame to stop it moving, to stop the noise (it was airtight, in her words).

At about 1:30am the uncle wakes up feeling a bit funny, like a weird atmosphere in the room. He looks over and his wife is sitting awake looking at the window frame strangely, and he looks over there and the window frame is moving around, bumping like it's loose in the wind, but all the toilet paper is still holding it firm.

Then about 5 minutes later they hear this wailing coming from the balcony of the room next door

Originally Posted by 13redfan

Yes please Burns, that other thread has some awesomely scary ones

edit: I forgot to add my story (idot!)

Anyway, my girlfriend's aunt and uncle went on holiday recently somewhere in South Africa, on the same day as the Super 14 final (if any of you watch rugby you'll know) and they stopped at this hotel which had a tent with the game on.

So they get a room (room 13) and while they're sitting at the bar they hear that room 11 (the one next to theirs) is apparently haunted by an old prostitute who would sit waiting for a lover to come back from the Boer war, and on some nights at around 2 in the morning you could hear her wailing.

So they get to their room, and one of the window frames is a bit loose, and bumping around in the wind. They put a whole lot of wads of toilet paper in behind the frame to stop it moving, to stop the noise (it was airtight, in her words).

At about 1:30am the uncle wakes up feeling a bit funny, like a weird atmosphere in the room. He looks over and his wife is sitting awake looking at the window frame strangely, and he looks over there and the window frame is moving around, bumping like it's loose in the wind, but all the toilet paper is still holding it firm.

Then about 5 minutes later they hear this wailing coming from the balcony of the room next door

Wow, thats creepy! Keep posting more, I love to read these stories!

You know, I actually had one happen to me in my most recent house before I moved.

This was on Christmas... I woke up randomly at 3 in the morning, and was wide awake, no idea why. I look out into the small hallway outside my bedroom into the bathroom. Suddenly there's this massive thump which sounded like a shampoo bottle being thrown to the floor, and this thump is followed by seven or eight more in rapid succession. I don't think anything of it, dismissing it as my cats doing something stupid.

However, I didn't see any of my cats run in or out, so I get up and walk to the bathroom. There's nothing on the floor (which proves my shampoo bottle theory wrong) and there's no cats. Freaked out, I go back into my room and hide under my sheets.

I have a really weird one involving my friend that also happened back in my old neighbourhood. Well, there's a house on the street farther down than the one I lived in that is haunted. There's a cement path that leads from the top street, passes down behind this house (and other houses too), and comes out at the bottom of the freeway.

Anyways, my friend smoked meth for the very first time, and at around 3 in the morning he decided to walk home (which was an extremely far walk) but not before stopping by at my house. He started throwing rocks at my window, but freaked out when my mom turned on the light and decided to run to the adjacent cement path. He ran down the path and looked back up, and saw a white figure standing there at the top.

Thinking it was my mom, he tried to hide behind some trees, but the white figure just stood there, staring at him. When my friend crouched, the figure would crouch, and when my friend stood, the figure would stand. My friend stared at the figure for a good twenty minutes before he ran away. The twenty minutes is what ruled out the hallucination possibility; a meth hallucination wouldn't be that still for twenty minutes.

Anyways, he told me about it, saying it was my mom, but my mom never said anything about going outside or hearing rocks against the window. When I asked my friend where he was when he had stopped at the path, he said it was right behind a yellow house.

Well, turns out the yellow house was the haunted house on the street, and the white figure was one that another friend used to see when he lived there.

I don't really know if this counts (probably me just over-reacting to nothing). Anyway, I was alone in the house - my parents were off on holiday and my sisters were both out - and I was emptying the dishwasher. I put a glass on the table that the dishwasher was under and left it there as I carried on with everything else. About ten seconds later the glass slid slowly across the (admitedly slightly wet) table and moved about a foot across. My first theory was that the surface was uneven and caused the glass to slide down a small unnoticable slope on the table. I used my dads level on it a bit later on and it was perfectly flat. I'm probably stupid for thinking that this has anything to do with ghosts, but I've just never seen something move like that on it's own. I don't know - does it sound normal for something to be able to move like that across a slightly damp tabletop because of a slope that can't even be noticed using a level?

Oh i shall put something thats been happening right now to me( as in the last few days, not this second).

I've never had anything weird in my house before...but things are starting to happen, unusually in the day. I'm home alone now as im on hols and my mum is working. Anyway i keep hearing quite loud banging noises, maybe 3 a day, not the cats and neighoburs are on hols.

Also i was going to the cinema yesterday, i was late and was in a hurry and stressed out cos my hair was still wet. Anyway i had the news on quite on the TV. When im bent over looking at the comp screen(msn) i hear a womans voice whispering(but kinda loud) " Hurry up, hurry up". It cant have been the news because it was one guy talking and they woulndt let you here people whipsering in the background. It sounded like it was coming from my bedroom door anyway, but there as no one there.

Although im a mega skeptic i have asked out loud in day and night, if anyone is there can they show themselves or make two bangs on the wall. But no response, its kinda weird though, im not scared, just its weird.

^^^Damn that sounds scarey. You should have your house checked out.


There's this stoplight intersection. I think someone died there because there's a small memorial there. When I'm driving home late at night during the 1AM hour I get the red light, and the WALK light turns on for the other direction. It's strange because no one is around and no cars are there either.
It only happens during the 1AM hour.

wow, I thought that stuff like the stuff above was verry rare!

Originally Posted by 13redfan

Her, her sister and brother in law, my grandfather, and a few friends were playing glassy glassy when they were younger (glassy glassy is basically where you make your own ouija board, using pieces of paper with letters on them, a glass that you all put a finger on, and then you summon spirits that way). They played quite often when they had had a bit too much to drink, so it was always a fun game where people would take the piss and move the glass around and try and scare people.

This time, my great aunt kept blaming my grandfather for moving the glass with his finger, saying "Graham stop that!" and he kept denying it the whole time. They kept asking questions and the glass would move to answers that were kinda creepy (she never mentioned what exactly) but they all thought it was my grandfather. He kept getting more and more cross because it wasn't him, so eventually he took his finger off the glass and shouted "F#ck this, it's not me!", at which point the glass shook violently, flew up into the air and shattered.

I'd say accidental psychokinesis

Originally Posted by Fordy

I'd say accidental psychokinesis

Explain please?

It is the proper term for telekinesis. I'd say he got all emotional and did it.

Originally Posted by Fordy

It is the proper term for telekinesis. I'd say he got all emotional and did it.

Very interesting idea.... he isn't really the type of guy, if you knew him you'd understand. Although it's possible his wife might have, she was there too. Anyway that never occurred to me before. Hmmmm....

cool thread, very original, and a good idea

Similair to the Ask Me/Tell Me About thread.

Post any of your experiences with ghosts or the paranormal.

Since I just replied to a post about Ouija boards, I'll talk about one of my experiences. I was in the 6th. grade. My friend Sherry and I were playing with the Ouija board and we started to ask it questions about itself. No one else was home.

The spirit said her name was Sandra Woodlawn and that she was burned at the stake for witchcraft when she was 17 years old and that it happenned in 1918. (a date definitely too late for that to have actually happenned)

Anyway we asked her for proof of her existence. The Ouija board spelled out "go to basement", "hold hands","wait 5 minutes". So we did all that but we ran out of the basement in a few seconds scared to death. We went back to the Ouija board and told it "to make the time shorter". It spelled out "count to 10"
So we went to the basement, held hands at the foot of the stairs and counted to 10 out loud. As soon as we said 10, we heard a long scratch on the wall by the door that sounded like it went from ceiling to floor!(like someone scratching their fingernails on a blackboard.)

We ran out of the basement screaming of course. I was afraid of what was in the basement(it was my house) so we asked the Ouija board how to get rid of it. It spelled out "pour water in a circle around the pole". So I filled a pitcher with water and Sherry wouldn't go back down there with me but she was kind enough to stand at the door and watch for me. I zipped down the stairs, poured water around the pole and raced back up the stairs and Sherry slammed the door behind me. We looked under the door into the basement and in the corner of the room there was steam rising.

I didn't play with a Ouija board again for about 10 years.

Original Poster, your sig says a lot about your sexuality.

It's cool though, I don't think less of you or anything..

Whut about my sig?

That I like sweeney todd....?

Originally Posted by AmazeO XD

Whut about my sig?

That I like sweeney todd....?

Ignore him, he was banned. A troll.

Carry on all.

Originally Posted by AmazeO XD

Whut about my sig?

That I like sweeney todd....?

I think your sig is cute.

I've had many encounters with things that could be considered ghosts but most of those can be explained away by logical reasoning.

One thing, I'm not sure it was a ghost, but when I was in grade school I saw a white ball of light dancing outside my upper bedroom window. Not knowing what the hell it was I was scared and didn't say anything about it to anyone for a while. When I did mention it my sister (who shared the bedroom with me) said she'd seen the same thing but didn't say anything because she was scared.

We tried to come up with an explanation for what that might have been but so far haven't been able to satisfactorily come up with a logical explanation.

well i havnt realy seen any ghosts but ma sis has so.........
well theres a little starter before i get in to the storie as you will have no idea whats going on ....i was in my room one night and i disided to see if there were any orbs in there by recording it....nothing was there so i just played back the vidio and it was all blurry as if it has a really bad megerpixles and it looked as if there was a face figer starinh right in to it. so i was like okaii then and went to bed.... then in the middle of the night i woke up and my flashing badge was flashing so i got up and switched it off and went back to sleep. then a few hours later it was on again i turnt it off not even thinking about the vidio earler that evening. i showed my friend at school the vidio and she was like omg when i come over we will recorde it again i was like ok. be fore she came over a few weird things started happening.. my flonny ( like a ballon filled with flower with eyes you can make faces out of) was smiling and i was like wtf so i asked my brothere did you move it he was like no ? my tiara sits on my shelfs and it was on the floor, all my pens were all over my desk and yeah.....when my friend slept over we both got out our camras and stared filming. she whatched hers back before i did and she was like omg rhianne look at this we played it again as i watched every thing was black in my room. the cammra moves along to the door and the hallway light is on so you can see but its flashing green and red. it turns away and you can see a flash of skin. the cammra moves aroundand you can see a figer standing in a hoodish thing it looks aroung and you can see its face slightly it smiles an evil smile and thats the end of the vidio. we ran out of the room into were my brother was we showed him the vidio and droped the camra on the bed i sad delet it!!!! but no one would touch the camra then my brother deleted it.then we all sat talking and the we all got a pain like a stich in the stde closest to the window in our stomachs. after a bit me and trudi went to sleep n the spare room as we went i tryed to turn on the light it wouldnt turn on so we left it and got into be then the light was flikering on and off really fast. i was feed up with this so i turnt off the light and asked the spirt to go to were it was supost to be and to leave this house. then we went to bed it never cam back...

Within the last six months, I have been having numerous dreams - some lucid, most not - in which I am helping earth-bound spirits cross over.

In these dreams, I always go to the same place: a bed and breakfast somewhere where the inn keeper knows me and knows that I come there to help Spirits continue their journey.

I believe this "inn keeper" is actually either an Angel or other Spirit Ally, because she has helped me on a few occasions when the troubled spirit didn't want to go.

In any event, in one dream, I arrived at the B&B and was met by the inn keeper who told me that there were several new spirits here.

I checked into my usual room and was immediately in the presence of the spirit of a little girl about 7 or 8 years old. She was caucasion, had long, dark, brown hair, was dressed in what looked like a nightgown and was holding a long-eared stuffed bunny with a pink nose and pink satin inside the ears.

I tried to talk to her, but when I approached her she disappeared.

I then went out to the garden where I encountered a very hostile spirit. It appeared to be a white man in his late forties, early fifties with coarse salt and pepper hair, about two days worth of stubble on his face, and dressed in a blue and white checkered shirt, dark pants (I think denim, but not sure) and black work boots. He was about 5'10" and probably about 180-185 lbs.

He grabbed me by the shirt and started to pull me towards him as if he was going to attack me. At this point, I should say that in this dream I was a woman, and a pretty big, rough looking guy like that was pretty scary.

I could smell his sour breath as he jerked me toward him. I grabbed his hands on my shirt and could feel how thick his fingers were and how rough and callused his hands were. He let me know that he was a rapist.

Even though I was afraid, I kept calm and asked him how he had died. He didn't want to talk at first but I kept asking him questions about his death. I asked him if it was sudden or if he had been sick. I asked him if he knew he was dead. His anger began to dissolve and uncertainty replaced it.

He showed me a lot of blood. I asked him if he had bled to death. When the vision of the blood had cleared, he wasn't a middle-aged man any more, he was an 18 year old boy.

He said that he had raped a girl and that one of her older male relatives (I wasn't sure if it was a father, or an uncle or an older brother or what, but it was an older male relative) had caught him and castrated him and then left him to bleed to death.

I told him that it was time to cross over. He was very scared but seemed like he would go.

I turned us towards the back of the garden waiting for the gateway to open but it didn't happen.

The inn keeper came from behind me and said, "Here, let me help." She waved what looked like a wand (not a sparkly fairy princess kind of wand, but more like a stick or a Harry Potter kind of wand) and a column of sparkling light appeared at the back of the garden.

I walked the young man back towards the gateway. When he got to it, instead of stepping in, he looked in and then just kind of cringed and ran away.

I looked into the gateway and saw two figures there waiting to receive him. They didn't acknowledge me, but as soon as I registered them, the dream ended.

NOW... here comes the kicker....

About two weeks later, it was just before Christmas and my family and I were at a shopping mall finishing up our shopping. My daughters had their allowance money and wanted...no... NEEDED to spend it before they just busted! So my wife took them to one of their favorite stores; Build-a-Bear Workshop.

I wasn't particularly engaged so I was just kinda wandering around off in my own little world when I hear my wife say to our six year-old, "Honey, you can get that one if you want to, but it will take ALL your money and you won't be able to get any clothes or accessories for it." My daughter responded, "But Mommy, I REALLY want THIS one!"

I glance over to see what all the fuss is about and felt like I had just been kicked in the gut. There was my beautiful six-year old daughter, whom I love more than life itself, holding the EXACT same bunny as the little spirit girl from my dream.

Please understand, I don't mean a bunny that kinda looked like it; I mean the EXACT SAME bunny. Same pink nose, same pink satin in the ears... SAME BUNNY.

I wanted to scream at her, "NO!! Put it down! Don't touch that! Run away!!" But I couldn't talk and somehow, I knew that she was supposed to have that bunny. I know I must have looked like hell, because my wife looked at me and said, "What's wrong?? You look like you've seen a ghost!"

All I could manage to do was shrug my shoulders, turn around and walk out of the store.

I told my wife later that the bunny was freaking me out and that I had seen it in a dream, but I never have, nor will I ever tell her the rest of the dream or the context in which I saw the bunny.

Originally Posted by saxonharp

Within the last six months, I have been having numerous dreams - some lucid, most not - in which I am helping earth-bound spirits cross over.

In these dreams, I always go to the same place: a bed and breakfast somewhere where the inn keeper knows me and knows that I come there to help Spirits continue their journey.

I believe this "inn keeper" is actually either an Angel or other Spirit Ally, because she has helped me on a few occasions when the troubled spirit didn't want to go.

In any event, in one dream, I arrived at the B&B and was met by the inn keeper who told me that there were several new spirits here.

I checked into my usual room and was immediately in the presence of the spirit of a little girl about 7 or 8 years old. She was caucasion, had long, dark, brown hair, was dressed in what looked like a nightgown and was holding a long-eared stuffed bunny with a pink nose and pink satin inside the ears.

I tried to talk to her, but when I approached her she disappeared.

I then went out to the garden where I encountered a very hostile spirit. It appeared to be a white man in his late forties, early fifties with coarse salt and pepper hair, about two days worth of stubble on his face, and dressed in a blue and white checkered shirt, dark pants (I think denim, but not sure) and black work boots. He was about 5'10" and probably about 180-185 lbs.

He grabbed me by the shirt and started to pull me towards him as if he was going to attack me. At this point, I should say that in this dream I was a woman, and a pretty big, rough looking guy like that was pretty scary.

I could smell his sour breath as he jerked me toward him. I grabbed his hands on my shirt and could feel how thick his fingers were and how rough and callused his hands were. He let me know that he was a rapist.

Even though I was afraid, I kept calm and asked him how he had died. He didn't want to talk at first but I kept asking him questions about his death. I asked him if it was sudden or if he had been sick. I asked him if he knew he was dead. His anger began to dissolve and uncertainty replaced it.

He showed me a lot of blood. I asked him if he had bled to death. When the vision of the blood had cleared, he wasn't a middle-aged man any more, he was an 18 year old boy.

He said that he had raped a girl and that one of her older male relatives (I wasn't sure if it was a father, or an uncle or an older brother or what, but it was an older male relative) had caught him and castrated him and then left him to bleed to death.

I told him that it was time to cross over. He was very scared but seemed like he would go.

I turned us towards the back of the garden waiting for the gateway to open but it didn't happen.

The inn keeper came from behind me and said, "Here, let me help." She waved what looked like a wand (not a sparkly fairy princess kind of wand, but more like a stick or a Harry Potter kind of wand) and a column of sparkling light appeared at the back of the garden.

I walked the young man back towards the gateway. When he got to it, instead of stepping in, he looked in and then just kind of cringed and ran away.

I looked into the gateway and saw two figures there waiting to receive him. They didn't acknowledge me, but as soon as I registered them, the dream ended.

NOW... here comes the kicker....

About two weeks later, it was just before Christmas and my family and I were at a shopping mall finishing up our shopping. My daughters had their allowance money and wanted...no... NEEDED to spend it before they just busted! So my wife took them to one of their favorite stores; Build-a-Bear Workshop.

I wasn't particularly engaged so I was just kinda wandering around off in my own little world when I hear my wife say to our six year-old, "Honey, you can get that one if you want to, but it will take ALL your money and you won't be able to get any clothes or accessories for it." My daughter responded, "But Mommy, I REALLY want THIS one!"

I glance over to see what all the fuss is about and felt like I had just been kicked in the gut. There was my beautiful six-year old daughter, whom I love more than life itself, holding the EXACT same bunny as the little spirit girl from my dream.

Please understand, I don't mean a bunny that kinda looked like it; I mean the EXACT SAME bunny. Same pink nose, same pink satin in the ears... SAME BUNNY.

I wanted to scream at her, "NO!! Put it down! Don't touch that! Run away!!" But I couldn't talk and somehow, I knew that she was supposed to have that bunny. I know I must have looked like hell, because my wife looked at me and said, "What's wrong?? You look like you've seen a ghost!"

All I could manage to do was shrug my shoulders, turn around and walk out of the store.

I told my wife later that the bunny was freaking me out and that I had seen it in a dream, but I never have, nor will I ever tell her the rest of the dream or the context in which I saw the bunny.

Holy God. This story is amazing. I'm gonna tell this to everyone I know, can I copy it to a text file somewhere so I can repost it places later? I will give credits of course. This is just an amazing story.