I was around 10 years old and living in San Antonio. I got back to the apartment first after school. About 5 mins of being in the place alone I saw on the reflection of a mirror an older man in a tuxedo was in the kitchen. I flipped out and ran to my room and grabbed a bat. I waited 10ish minutes before coming out. I locked the door when I got home and never heard the door open for someone to leave. I didnt tell anyone about it Fast forward 6 years. I was watching Ghost Hunters with my family and my Mom asked if I remember the old man in the tux. Crazy stuff.
My Dad’s story, not mine. Early 1980’s he is working a summer job at Yellowstone National Park (Wyoming). One day he and his friend Mark hiked up to the top of one of the mountains. They set up their tent inside an “Indian Pit”, a man-made hole dug out by Native Americans hundreds of years ago. The Indian Pit’s were either used as hunting blinds, or spots where young braves came to for their vision quest.
Late in the night my Dad wakes up and has to use the bathroom (#1). He crawled out of the tent, out of the Pit, and went walking a respectable distance away from the tent. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder pull him backwards. My Dad calls out, “Hey Mark, what are you doing?”. He turns around, turns on his flashlight, and there is nobody there. He shines the light at his feet, and discovers that his next couple steps would have taken him directly over a steep cliff. He did his business and hurried back to the tent.
The next morning the two friends are waking up and his buddy says to him, “I know this sounds crazy, but I woke up in the middle of the night and I swear to you, there was an Indian man standing outside our tent”. Whatever really happened that night, my Dad is alive, he met my Mom in Yellowstone, and here I am writing this story to you today.
My mom believes in good spirits and getting blessings for good luck and protection by putting out food offerings for them on our dining table. My mom does this for special days and after she’s done with her prayers that’s when anyone can eat the food. She usually does it in the morning and then by the afternoon that’s when food is free for the taking.
So it’s a typical afternoon, I was online on my laptop in my room and I got hungry. My room was connected to a small hallway and at the end of the hallway is the living room and the dining table. So I opened my door and stepped out into the hallway and I saw something on top of the table eating. It was hard to make out at first because I’m nearsighted and this thing was kinda transparent. I got closer and stopped halfway through the hallway and I realized.. there was a literal transparent brown monkey on the table. It was making motions as if it was eating some of the fruit offerings. It didn’t notice me yet and in my disbelief I got even closer, but when I stopped in my tracks again right at the end of the hallway, it noticed me and got startled. I’m startled, the monkey’s startled, and I’m just standing there and not believing my eyes. Very quickly, this transparent monkey just jumps off the table and ambles off hastily towards the exit where the outer door is locked.
That’s it, I just stood there staring at the door where it fled and I’m just like… wow I really can’t believe what I just saw. In American horror movies and scary stories, there’s hardly anything about ghost monkeys. I don’t consume that kind of content… and ghost monkey?? Who’d have thunk it.
Anyway later on I told my mom about what I saw and she didn’t even blink. I might as well have told her that the sky is blue, I’m her daughter, etc. She really believes in spirits that much and didn’t doubt my story at all. Also years later I told one of my coworkers (who is also Cambodian around my age, speaks fluently, and has also been to Cambodia) about my experience. He said that there’s a lot of monkeys in Cambodia. I didn’t know this at all and have never seen a monkey irl. My mom doesn’t talk about monkeys and owns nothing related to monkeys. So that’s my story. Neither me nor a ghost monkey expected to be spooked that day lol.
I stayed at my grandmother’s house that my father spent a large amount of time in as a kid. My father drove us there in one go and was understandably tired after a 17-hour drive. We all started to lay down and my father checked in on us before going to bed himself. As he was talking he talking, he stop himself and told us to cover a large mirror “or you will have nightmares”. Now, nightmares from a mirror of all things sounded like a little fun to me, but my brothers, who were also sleeping in the same room, ask me to cover it. I did. I asked my Dad about it before he left and he said ghosts use it as an entryway. A week later, I brought it up with my grandmother and she scoffed saying, “oh, this house ain’t haunted”. I agreed, but told her that the reason I brought it up was because my Dad told me to cover a mirror. My grandmother then changed her expression and said, “OH, the mirror?” Apparently, that mirror came from her grandmother. She worked as a nurse and took in those who were going to die, but could not pay for care on their last days. So, she made her home into a hospice. Those who stayed in the room with the mirror, saw things. A lovely old lady saw and heard a young lady come into her room and played a harp. She was thankful for the lovely songs, but no person was known nor was a harp owned or heard elsewhere. A young boy found an older boy who played games with him and “really knew his games”. Lastly, a terrible woman (refused to use the bathroom and shat in a cooking pot then hid it under her bed and well as argue/issued everyone daily) saw, and this is her words, “The devil” that spat fire at her. (The police were called and she tried to accuse the nurse of trying to kill her with the devil) I also got stories from my mother seeing the same young lady who played the harp (without her harp that time) and my grandfather seeing the “devil” guy. My grandfather described it as a red man with horns that was too tall for the room he was in so he, still standing up straight, bent his neck down to fit. It stared down at him and simply asked, slowly, “WHY. ARE. YOU. HERE?” I kept that mirror covered.
When I was in 5th grade once I forgot to put my school uniform in the laundry basket, so the next day I need it for school it was dirty. I went to have breakfast in my pajamas while I was thinking how to tell my mom I didn’t have my uniform clean.
When I came back to my room there was a woman I have never see before, (in her 40s, brown dress, dark hair) ironing my uniform.
I blinked and she was gone. I would have assume I hallucinated the whole thing, but my uniform was there, clean, dried and ironed and ready for me to use.
And it couldn’t have been ironed by anyone else because my parents had breakfast with me and my sister was a baby.
From the time I was about 12-17 years old I lived in what I believe was a haunted house. I’ve never had experiences like I had in that house since moving out. A few specific memories come to mind. Once I was hanging up laundry in my closet. I heard someone whisper my name in my ear, clear as day. I’d never sprinted out of a room so fast.
Another time my sister and I had friends over and we decided to use a tape recorded to ask questions to the ghosts like they do on those paranormal shows. We played the tape not expecting to hear anything and could hear a very soft voice say “I’m in the closet”. We were sitting near a small closet in the basement.
My parents eventually decided to sell the house. We moved into a new place before selling this place. My sister stopped by the house after there had been a couple of showings to turn out the lights in the house. She went to turn off the lights in the basement which had multiple light switches. One was at the far end of the basement away from the stairs. She turned off the light and swears she heard heavy footfalls of someone running towards her. She ran out of the house without turning out the rest of the lights and locked the door. That was the last time either of us went back until we were in the neighborhood and the new owners offered to show us the renovations they made. Nothing happened then but they did ask us if we wanted to babysit their kids. We politely declined.
Similar experience for me in that my childhood home was very haunted but after moving out of that place I have had virtually no paranormal experiences at all (none for at least a good 15 years now).
Some of the things that happened at that house;
1. Old man ghost walking down the corridor (was seen be at least 5 people including myself over the years).
2. Crying baby ghost in a bedroom (heard by many but never seen)
3. Distressed lady in a nightgown holding a crying baby at the top of the landing (see by one of my brothers friends).
4. Shadow of a lady in a nightgown whisking past the landing.
5. Ghost of a lady in a nightgown in the garden in the early hours.
6. Strange lights in the cellar.
7. Got pushed down the cellar stairs by nobody.
8. The rustle & swish of garments and the sound of footsteps as “somebody” wandered around the house at night, heard by many to the present day including my brothers girlfriend (who has since refused to ever spend a night at the house again).
9. General gripping sense of unexplainable dread and terror sometimes as you enter some rooms.
10. Dogs apparently seeing ghosts and getting very upset by them (growling, barking and then shaking).
11. Unexplained smells (room suddenly flooded with the scent of strong perfume which then disappears without trace).
12. Chairs and other furniture sometimes being moved around at night.
13. The sound of a car dramatically pulling up in the gravel driveway at night only for no car to be seen. One time my Nanny (a strict no-nonense East Side former GDR German lady) was standing by my bedroom window when it happened and she peaked through the curtains to see who it was and I saw her freeze. When I asked her what she had seen she turned her face to me and she looked totally terrified (white as a sheet) and refused to tell me what she had seen. One time I was by the window myself when it happened and I saw what I swear was my father’s car sitting there in the driveway but my dad had died many years ago and there was no-one in the car and when I stepped away from the window for a moment and looked back, the car was gone.
14. Saw some sort of entity in a field at night which completely freaked the dogs (2 guard dogs I was walking) out. The creature was following us and was not afraid of us and had eyes like nothing that I seen before. I wondered if I saw a big escaped cat like a panther but I had no idea (it certainly terrified the dogs though!). I live in England and months later my brother got stalked by the same animal along the same stretch of tracks at at night and had to run back home.
This is my moms story, but she is completely sane and I believe it. My parents went to South Carolina for a wedding. They stayed at some old plantation bed and breakfast spot. She was sleeping when she woke up all of a sudden. She had her cellphone plugged into the wall and was on her nightstand. There was a notification on the phone so it was blinking. The female “ghost” was dressed in a full on old formal dress and she was fixated on the cellphone blinking light and was walking toward it. My mom said “it’s ok, it’s just a phone”. The ghost turned and made eye contact with my mom, then disappeared.
I used to sell HVAC in Michigan, during college. There was this really awesome old dude that called for new high efficiency furnace in his historic home in Depot Town (near Ann Arbor).
As I’m putting together the quote, we get to talking about the home and it’s history. He tells me that it was part of the underground railroad and had a tunnel that led down to the train station (only about 500 yards away).
I’ll be honest, I was more focused on the sale than all the details he was laying out about the house. But one thing that made my ears perk up was the ‘people that lived with him’. He tells me about a few, but the one that stuck out was he said that there was a lady that was so fascinated with electricity that she would turn random lights on at random times.
As I printing out the quote and going over the details and payment options with him, the light behind me turns on. Then the one across the room. Then the one in the kitchen. Then the one in the hallway. I just kinda got quiet and sunk a little in the seat. Then the old dude raised his voice and said something like ‘okay, that’s enough for today, sweetheart. We can do it again tomorrow.’
To this day, I don’t know if the old dude was just having some fun with me or it was real.
Side note: I closed the sale and the install team said there wasn’t anything too wonky or out of the norm with his electricity.
TL,DR: did an HVAC quote for an old historical home. Turned out to have a light loving specter.
Years ago two friends and I were camping in fall in a small tent, staggered with two of our heads on one side and one on the other. It was a silent and still night with fog developing in the moist PNW woods.
What sounds like a muffled voice on a cell phone starts coming out from the center of the tent between all our heads. I heard someone keep asking “Hello? Can you hear me? Hello?” My friend asks “Are you hearing that?” At once we all sit up and start shuffling around in the tent looking for the phone. There is no phone in the tent.
I look to my friend on the other side of the tent and ask what they heard. “It sounded like someone saying ‘Hello? Can you hear me?’” We all agree this is what we heard, and that the sound was coming from the other side of the tent.
The next morning we find all our cell phones sitting in the car still, and there’s no cell reception at the campground. Still sends shivers up my spine.
This one time when I was little I was laying in bed with my right ear buried in my pillow. I am suddenly jolted awake by this roar that sounded like it was going directly into my right ear. I woke up startled and confused and began scanning my room for anything as my mind was almost full panic mode. When I looked to my right I saw this little boy standing next to me; he was glowing blue but that wasn’t the first thing I noticed about him actually. He looked sad and I remember feeling bad for him. After a minute I tried to lean closer to him and even muttered out a faint “hey” but as I did he disappeared. A few days later I told this story to my mother who then informed me that the people who owned the house before us had a son who did when he was five in a car accident. However, it wasn’t near the house. I should also note now that our house was renovated since we moved in and a second floor was added. My current theory is that the boy finally found his way back home and realized that his old home was gone. He came to me because I was the new boy of the house.
I used to work at a museum that was once a functional prison. Throughout my 8+ years working there, I have been pushed, slapped, bit, dragged and punched by unseen entities. I always had problems when I would go to lock up certain buildings at night because you never knew what you would see coming around a corner. I went into the cellhouse once to turn off the lights, rounded the doorway to see a full-bodied apparition standing there in an inmate’s uniform. A split second later, he vanished into thin air.
There was a pretty notorious inmate who was involved in one of the riots, and his spirit would follow me around the grounds. One night, I was with a paranormal group, and we went into an area that we don’t let the public visit because its in disrepair, and we were screamed at to leave and something snarled at me. It was not uncommon for me, or one of my co-workers to have shadow people follow us around, and we would even have some poor visitors chased out of certain buildings like Maximum Security by such entities.
I have dozens of stories about that place.
I don’t believe in the supernatural today, but I used to. Anyway..
So there I was a 7 year old kid in rural Utah. I was staying the night at my grandparents’ house on Main Street. I didn’t want to sleep, so around midnight I went down into the basement. I took my matchbox cars and played “night city” with my glowing “Better Blocks”. I had this little metropolis going on when my uncle came down to play with me.
Should I mention my great uncle died when I was 2? Well, he did.
Anyway, my great uncle and I played “night city” for a good hour. I remember it like it was yesterday. He drove the Lincoln, because that was his favorite car. Anyway, it got late, he had to leave so he wouldn’t miss his train. He left, I went to sleep.
The next morning I asked when Uncle was coming back to play again. My grandparents were slightly offended that I bought it up. They hadn’t seen him since before I was born and wanted nothing to do with him. He was the black sheep of the family. I said him and I played cars and showed them the car that he drove in our city. They were uncomfortable with this and chalked it up to my imagination.
I never met my uncle. Again, he died when I was 2. Over the years since then, I have learned that he drove both a train (for Union Pacific) and a Lincoln MKVII. Like I said, I don’t believe in ghosts, but I don’t know how 7 year old me knew things about an estranged relative who died when I was 2 and was never spoken of, due to certain family issues.
To this day I don’t know what happened that night, but I remember playing night city with some guy who said he was my “uncle” like it was yesterday. He was super nice, and at the end of the game simply left out the back door.
Whenever I get sick, I get the same nightmare over and over. Background story: My room has a bed with a metal bed frame and I’m a very messy person. Anyways so, when I get a cold or the flu, I get the same dream of a scary lady who seems to be in her 30s with very tangled black hair, fungus covered skin and glowing silver eyes sitting on my bed frame. I can’t move and she’s just sitting and watching me for hours!! She never moves, just sits there. Then towards the end, she becomes me and I’m looking down at myself.
Well, one time I was extremely sick and all I could really do was sleep. So, one of the times I went to sleep, I woke up in the dream or in real life (I really don’t know) and a gargoyle was sitting on my chest holding me down to where I could only use my eyes to look around. I was forced to look at my closet which was very messy when I went to sleep and it was exactly how I left it, the socks on the floor were exactly where I left them. The only difference was there was a 7 feet tall demon like thing in my closet with yellow eyes big claws red wings with spikes and a dragon like head. It walked closer and closer to me until I “woke up” screaming. I told my dad about this days later and he said he had the same dream years ago. It was creepy because we both described the demon the same way and my mom confirmed that this was exactly how he described the demon years ago. The only difference was that in his dream the demon tried to drag him underground.
My dad passed away when I was just 8 months old. When I started talking, I would tell everyone that I see daddy. My mom would even walk in on me talking to “my daddy” in the crib. Strange thing is, my mom never taught me the word daddy since I wouldn’t be needing it. To make things weirder, when I was 4 years old, I came downstairs and told my mom that daddy had come to visit me. I told her that he was coming to get Grandma and take her with him. Not even an hour later my mom gets a call that my grandma passed away.
My bio dad passed when I was 4. My mom and him were separated, so I spent my weekends with him at my grandmas(his moms). After he passed I still continued going there on the weekends. One night my grandma and I were laying in bed and she said ‘don’t forget to say a prayer for your dad’ (shes catholic) I guess I perked up and stated ‘I talk to my dad everynight, grandma! He comes and visits me!’ She asked me what he says to me and I told her he says that he loves me and to be a good girl for my mom. She had to roll over to hide her tears, she said I spoke so matter-of-factly that it completely caught her off guard.
My Dad died a month ago very suddenly. We’re Native people so we believe in the spirit world. Little weird things happened throughout the week of his funeral. After we buried my Mother’s and his ashes together as they wished… we saw three rainbows. Remember the double rainbow guy? I was three times full of joy as he was . We went back to my uncles to relax. The door to their lower patio blew open. We all looked at each other. We woke up the next morning and fresh snow had fallen. It was very early and no one would have been walking around. We saw two sets of footprints in the snow in a circle. This is way up north so people aren’t just walking by. What made me happy was it was two footprints. My Dad had lost a leg in 2013. I was glad to know he had gotten it back.
I was in Yukon on a winter camping trip a couple years after my mom died. We had a winter camp set up, but I wanted to sleep outside because it seemed adventurous and I’m good at making bad decisions. One night I woke up because it was too cold to sleep (-20 degrees) and I was lying in my bag shivering and thinking about my mom, and the northern lights started. I’ve seen the lights a few times before but I’d never seen them like this. They went from north to south in waves, straight over my head, one after the other, just like waves hitting a beach. I watched for a minute and then thought wow I bet everyone else would love to see this, so got out of my bag and ran to the tent to wake people up. They sort of wasted time getting dressed and getting their lamps on and whatever, and I went back to my bag.
By the time the others were dressed and outside, the lights had faded. They stood around in the cold for a few minutes waiting for the lights to come back but they got too cold and went back to bed. Immediately after their tent zipper closed the lights came back even bright than before. I’m not religious and not especially spiritual (but mom was very spiritual) and it was like a sign from Mother Nature or whatever you want to call it telling me I was ok, and that she was always with me – I went through the entire grieving cycle over the space of an hour or so that night. It completely changed my life. Can’t explain it. Still brings tears to my eyes to think about it.
I was really young. I would guess 8-10 years old, but that’s just a ballpark guess. I shared a room with my younger brother. Our room was very large, and for some reason we put our bunkbeds right in the middle of the room, with the side of the bed facing the doorway. I had top bunk.
Every morning, our mom would come into our room to wake us up for school. It was the worst feeling. This morning, I had already been awake for some time, just laying in bed. It was still dark outside. Depending on the time of year (I don’t remember), it being dark when we were getting up for school might have been normal. So I’m sitting there, laying in bed, and the door to our room opens. It doesn’t take much effort to turn my gaze to the door. I see a woman in some kind of white gown, who I can only assume is my mother (even though I never recall her ever wearing an outfit like that) standing in the doorway. She takes a step in, closes the door behind her, and slowly starts approaching our beds. She gets so close that I’m no longer able to see her (because of the angle I have being on the top bunk). I assume she’s going to start waking up my brother at any moment, so I do that kid thing where I shut my eyes and pretend to be asleep. I wait. And wait. And wait. I finally open my eyes. The door is still closed. I’m super confused at this point so I lean over the railing to see what she’s up to. And there was no one there. I freak out and cover my head with all of my blankets and lay there for what felt like quite a bit until I fell asleep.
I don’t believe in ghosts. I’m sure there’s a completely rational explanation for this. Maybe it was my mom, and I just didn’t hear her open and close the door to leave again. Maybe there was no one there at all and I imagined the whole thing. I don’t know. It’s not a super interesting ghost story, but it’s all I’ve got. It’s the only weird story I have from my childhood that I can’t explain today.
My family moved into a somewhat older house on a lot of land when I was 7. We had the most wonderful Akita at the time (a breed known for protecting its family). My dad traveled a lot, so my mom would often be home with just us three kids and the dog.
One day we get home from wherever, and Pluto is at the top of the stairs growling. Refuses to go down there. My mom naturally feared someone had broken in, so she made me, my older brother, and my little sister go sit in the car with 10-year-old brother in the driver’s seat, telling us if she wasn’t back in ten minutes to leave and find somewhere to call the police (this was before cell phones). She ventured back into the house with a knife.
Came back out a few minutes later, and hadn’t found anything. So we went on with our lives.
Many, many years later, once I’d reached adulthood, my parents revealed to us that someone had previously hung himself in the unfinished portion of the basement, where the laundry room was.
My poor brother’s room was in that basement. When we lived in that house is when he first began to have issues (he’s now deceased after many years of drug addiction).
I’m fairly convinced that house was haunted.
Here is one of my experiences that has stuck with me since I was a kid.
I grew up in a house that had this creepy Indian bust of a head and shoulders and it looked as stereotypical as you can imagine but something was sinister about it.
So for years,my bedroom was just outside by this and I swear that it watched me all the time. It wasn’t a trick of the light, it wasn’t my imagination and it was real. One night I saw it looking at me.
I was coming in from the movies and my parents were asleep. I saw this thing staring at me, it’s cold bronze looking not so much at me but right into my very soul. It fucking blinked and it’s mouth goddamned moved…I froze and I couldn’t move and I couldn’t scream. All I could do was stare back at this hideous statue looking at me til my body allowed me to move.
I’ve never felt such malice and evil intend radiate off of anything in my entire life. Some years later my parents died and my house was sold off and I never found out what happened to that bust but I rest a little easier knowing that it was hopefully destroyed and rotting in some landfill.
This happened to me when I was 9 (2010). My friend in the neighborhood found a ouija board in his brothers stuff while he was away at college. He told me what it was and asked me if I wanted to play it with him. Trying to impress him I said “yes” and we went into his room and we tried it out. Nothing happened and we were left disappointed. Later that week he called me and told me that he looked up how to use the board properly and wanted to give it another go. I agreed as I was more confident that nothing would happen.
So we grabbed a bunch of scented candles and we placed them around the board and did the whole seance stuff. We asked the board if anyone was there and it of course went to “Yes”. We thought the other was messing around but we agreed to take it seriously because I didn’t really care if it was a stupid joke. We asked the ghost what it’s name was and it spelled out “Owen”. My friend asked if it was a person and it went to “No”. We asked what it was and it spelled out “Demon”. I then asked to prove it. You know that call in the intro to Finding Bigfoot? Well, that’s the closest thing to what we heard from the garage. Keep in mind, it was only us in the house. It scared the shit out of us and we ran out of the house. We checked the garage, nothing.
Anyway a few weeks go by and he tells me how he is having paranormal experiences. He feels like he is being watched whenever he is downstairs in the kitchen and living room. He feels someone sitting on the end of his bed every night. Every time he walks past the garage he feels someone grab his wrist and pull it towards the garage. Whenever I went over I always got the feeling that someone was looking at me from the ceiling. It was defiantly unnatural.
Then, came the scariest part of all. We were at his house playing “Army” in his room while no one else was home when we began to hear heavy foot steps downstairs, except whatever was making it had hooves. Sounded a full grown horse was walking around downstairs. Then we heard someone begin to laugh and cough at the same time. My friend ran over and slammed the door shut and we hid. He hid under his bed while I hid in his closet. Then it sounded like someone began scratching his door with one big claw, like the ones raptors had on their big toe. He started crying and I was on the verge of tears. My friend yelled “Leave us alone, Owen! You’re scaring us!” It began to stop and then we heard it run down the stairs.
My friend got up and threw me out of the closet and grabbed the ouija board that was in there with me. He ran down the stairs, ripped the screen door off of his gas fire place, threw the thing in there, put the screen back on, and went to turn it on. When he was about to turn it on, we heard a loud moan from the basement, which was right behind my friend. He flicked the fireplace on and the board began to burn. That was the end of that and we played outside since he was too scared to go back into the house until his parents got home.
His parents came home and saw that he burned his brothers ouija board. They grounded him and threw the burnt board away. That was the end of the paranormal experiences in my friends house.
And that’s why I will never take part in one of those games again.
Ok guess it’s time for my long story time post.
I was 5 at the time. Just moved to FL from NJ. Lived in the back of an apartment complex and on the third floor. Only my mother and I. She told me recently that every single night she’d hear noises of knocking and banging and such around the apartment.
The kicker of it all that proved it: I was in my room with a vaulted ceiling and had stuffed animals on shelves way higher than I could possibly reach. I was playing in there with some toys while my mother was making dinner and the door was wide open. Out of nowhere, the door slammed shut HARD. Of course my mother runs to my room to check on me.
Apparently I was laying in my bed and ALL of the stuffed animals were in a pile in the center of my room. We took a week vacation after that.
Another time of proof: my mother went for some water or something in the middle of the night and saw me sleep walking around the house and stated that I looked like I was chasing something around the house. She called out my name and apparently I answered in a deep male voice. She then ran out of the house and didn’t return till morning(don’t blame her…).
Still get chills thinking about this shit. There were so many more than just this.
I have a few but here is one.
When I was 13 I was in front of my house in queens practicing little bmx tricks on my bike. It was about 11 pm when I decided to call it a night but before I did I wanted to ride my bike along the water front in my neighborhood. When I completed the trail I saw a women wearing a white gown standing in front of a tree. I stopped my bike because I saw that she had no face. I thought that it was either a mannequin or I wasn’t close enough to make out her features so I shouted “HEY”. She didn’t respond. I rode my bike towards her until I was about 10 feet away – very close – and still no face. Then her head turned toward my direction. I jetted and went home and didn’t bring it up to anyone for years.
Ten years later my childhood friend saw the same woman with no face. One year after that our mutual friend shot himself in the head a few feet from that very spot.
Okay, so when I was about 9 years old, I went down to the graveyard, to visit my grandpa, as I often did when I was younger. My parents felt it was safe for me to walk alone, since I had my hello kitty phone with me and the grave yard wasn’t far away from my house and my grandmas house. Plus, some of my classmates lived close by too.
So I went down, I talked with my grandpa for a bit, and washed his grave, to make sure it was clean, because 9 year old me wanted it too look nice. After about 20 minutes, I decided to go home. As I was walking, I suddenly stopped and looked over at a tree. My grandma had told me that it was there her best friend was buried. There wasn’t a grave stone, but over time had a tree grown on her. I don’t know what that went to my 9 year old brain, but I decided to talk to her, like I did with my grandpa.
“Hello. How are you?” Was all I asked, not expecting a response. But then… It appeared. A ghost of an old lady, in her 50. I assumed that was my grandmas best friend.
I don’t remember exactly what she said, but I think she said she was doing good. I stayed an extra 20 minutes, and talked to her. I can’t really remember what, but possibly my grandma. The only reason why I left, was because my mom called me. I said my goodbyes to her, as she disappeared.
So not really a scary story, but still a ghost story.
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