Does Any One Have A Real Ghost Story No Fictions?
When my boyfriends father died, his sister flew in from the west coast with her assistant for funeral arrangements ect.
The three of them were staying in the deceased home. The two girls were to share the master bedroom, that has been the deceased. The assistant awoke around 3am to use the restroom,as she sat up she saw the deceased sitting on the bed next to his daughter. Gazing down at her. Needless to say the assistant flew back to LA the next morning.
In the same house six months later, my boyfriends long time friend became his roommate. His friend Shane has his kids stay with him every other weekend. the children would often play in the finished attic. Sunday morning instead of going to the corner diner for breakfast the guys made pancakes nd such to feed the kids. upon entering the kitchen which the kids had not previously been in the stopped in front of the fridge staring at a picture. Shane’s daughter said ,
“Daddy , that’s the old man I was telling you about, the one we say in the attic last night.” The picture was of my boyfriends father. The kids had never met him or seen him before. TRUE STORY
lullabye
5 Feb, 2010
I don’t know if this really counts as a ghost story but… When I was visiting my uncle with the rest of my family, he pointed out a picture that had been taken of my mom, my grandmother, my sister and me at the airport in Korea, we were sitting waiting for our connecting plane to come. He asked me if I noticed anything strange in the picture. Right behind us there was a person, but it was all in black. It seemed almost as if he was too far for the picture to get focused on him because he looked like a shadow. The instant that I saw the shadowy figure though, I knew it was my grandfather. It was really weird and a little scary because he died a long time ago, maybe ten years ago and that picture was taken about three or four years ago. When I got the chance to be alone I tried to get a better look at the figure and I saw really faint blue lines that almost seemed like electricity on the figure and the rest was pure black. Just talking about it now gives me the shivers. Anyhow, it really made me think and reevaluate what I thought about the afterlife, it’s one thing to hear stories about what happened to your friend, or your friend’s friend, but to actually see something with your own eyes… it’s creepy.
Miss Gina
5 Feb, 2010
When I was little, we had just moved into this old, two-story house. About a year later, my mom had my sister, and my bedroom was moved upstairs so that my sister could have my room. (It was closer to my parents’ room so they wouldn’t have to go so far when she woke them up at night.) Anyway, the upstairs bedroom creeped me out completely, and after begging my parents to no avail, I was forced to get over it. That’s when the ghost comes into the story. I hope this isn’t disappointing, but he wasn’t a belligerent ghost, but more of a comforting spirit. When I got creeped out at night, he would tuck me into bed and talk to me until I fell asleep. I’m only 15 now, and we’ve long been gone from that house, but I can still remember him somewhat.
this_fox
5 Feb, 2010
my friends and i were sleeping over a classmates house on friday the 13th. we thought it would be fun bc we heard there had been a murder the about 50 years ago. we planned to make it seem scary and one of us too a ouija board. well its wab out 2 in the morning and we were hyper. we had tryed the ouija board already and we han’t had much luck. everytimg we got it to talk to us it went to goodbye. so we decided to play pins n’ needles. it was my job to tell the stories since i’m really good at t. well when it was finally my turn to be told a storyi laid down and closed my eyes. i wasn’t laying of the fllor long after the story started before i couldn’t beath. my friend was telling the story about the murder that had happened in the basement of the house. well it was about the middle of the story and i just had such a hard time breathing like somone standing on my chest that i sat up rapidly. as soon as i sat up all the candles in the room had blown out. we had lit them when we were playing with the ouija board. we were a little creeped out but we figured it a basement its bound to be drafty. well hey made me lie back down to hear the rest of the story. well this time there was horrible pain in my back. it hurt so much i was unchoiously cry. well at the end of the story i sat up and they went to check my back. one girl screamed a fainted. she can’t stand the sight of blood. one of my other friends went to grap the first aid kit. while she was goin other on of my friends counted them. 14 there were 14 bleeding pin holes in my back. they wer kinda deep too as if done by a lancet. well by the time my one friend retunred with the first aid kit they had almost stopped bleeding she patched me up and then some one said “the candles.” then we all looked at her. she sadi it take about 6 minets for a cut to stop bleeding if no one bothers it. you were only telling the rest of the story for about 5 minet that means these apeared right when the cnadles all blew out. when we all head that we freaked out. my one friend was still laying on the floor passed out. now this girl was known for talking in her sleep and we have larned to ignore it but what she said just then was the icening on the cake.”the ides of march remember.” the person murdered on the basment was a little girl who had been beaten to death by her father on march 15. now this scared the crap out of us and we ran. not until later did we remember we were studing julius caeser in english class, but we ran for it anyway.
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Love Lust Life
5 Feb, 2010
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Atnoph
5 Feb, 2010
I myself was a ghost for a short period of time.http://www.geocities.com/spook1105/IAPEh…