Comments on: Tell Me A Ghost Story A Real One That Happend To You!!?

By: Danrman, i am

Danrman, i am — Fri, 12 Feb 2010 04:34:48 +0000

Well once my lover was killed, and this psychic kept coming by my house. His best friend tried to get with me…and I made out with the psychic but it was ok cause my lover had taken over her body. But my ghost lover saved my life when his friend tried to kill me…..
ditto & pottery

By: Yummy Yana

Yummy Yana — Fri, 12 Feb 2010 00:06:08 +0000

Late one night about 11:29 some of my friends and I decided to check out this old house that had been around since the Civil War located on Mills and Mann Road. For years kids would dare each other to walk down to the graveyard located behind this old house. There were stories going around about people looking up at that old house and seeing a girl about ten years of age in the window staring down at people walking by. Thing is no one had lived there for over 30 years. So anyways my friends and I made our way out of our subdivision and all the way down mills road to this old house, along the way we were messing with each other pushing one another in to the road, throwing rocks into woods etc, well as we got within about twenty feet from the house and heard this blood curtiling scream EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! John jumped ten feet in the air screaming, “Lets go back, man I don’t want to do this!!!” Mark turned to John “Don’t be such a Pussy man,” i said to both of “Chill” that could’nt have come from that house, impossible.” Next thing you know we were on the front porch of the house giving it the once over. THe windows were all boarded up, the paint was peeling and a smell was coming from the inside that smelled like death. I went to grab the door handle and slowy the door creaked open on it’s own, all of us just kind of stared at each other. John turned and started to walk away, Mark and I both grabbed his arm “OH no you don’t !” were doing this togther man!” We all got our composture and one by one we walked into that old broken down smelly house. “Hello,” we all shouted at the same time, “Heeellllooo?” No answer as we were looking around the front door slammed behind us trapping us in. “Aw sh#t man!” Johnny ran for the door “It’s locked, it’s locked man; how the hell are we supposed to get out, HOW?” We all were turned towards the door and now all of us were starting to freak out, and that’s when it happened, that’s when we saw her the little girl from the window. Her face was missing parts the flesh was mixed with bone yet you could still see she was smiling, with an axe in one hand and chains in the other…………………..
To Be Continued.

By: Olga

Olga — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 18:43:35 +0000

When I was a student, I shared a local flat with a friend of mine. Although the place was comfortable and well decorated it was the weirdest place I have ever lived in. It all started when a large oval mirror began moving by itself. Whenever I was relax or let my mind drift a loud crackling sound would be heard and sometimes the sound of rustling papers. If we moved towards the noise it would stop immediately. The disturbances became so frequent that it was difficult to sleep at night!
Early one evening we were relaxing in the lounge. My friend was laying on the floor writing an essay. Suddenly I was aware that someone else was with us. I saw the white figure of a woman stood in the corner of the room. My eyes must have been like saucers but I felt no fear. To this day I vividly remember what she was wearing and how she seemed to shine. But the strangest thing of all was that where she stood was an armchair. She was standing right through it!

By: Ewa Whatarack

Ewa Whatarack — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 17:19:21 +0000

At my parents old house, we were aware that we had a ghost who would only appear between the months of November and March. One night in February we had a power cut for 18 hours. My Mum went with the children round to her mother’s house where it was more comfortable and I lit some candles and sat at home.
At 8.30 in the evening one of the neighbors, who had been away, called to ask why there was no power. I invited her in and she sat in the armchair by the window- the same chair that many of us had felt the ghostly presence in the past.
The woman then seemed to fall into a trance. I saw her features change and she boomed out in a loud, male, voice “I’ve got to ****** speak! Her voice sounded horrible and the bad language that came from her mouth was appalling.
I must admit I panicked. I jumped up and pulled her from the chair which brought her immediately to her senses. She was tremendously shaken and had no idea what she’d been saying. I spent the rest of the night alone and very, very frightened!!