Half the fun of Halloween is ghost stories -- especially true ones. Personally, I believe in ghosts, and I honestly think I've seen one before. Call me crazy, but here's my story. But before you read, know that I expect you to leave your ghost stories and eerie encounters in the comments below. Fair's fair. Click through to read mine.When I was 21, I was on vacation with a then-boyfriend and his family. We were staying in a rented house and he and I had the basement. I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a small child wearing blue pants, a red shirt and a baseball cap -- I couldn't see his face. It wasn't that his face wasn't there, it was more like it was in complete shadow. There was some exercise equipment in the basement, including a rowing machine and an exercise ball. The child started walking around the rowing machine toward the exercise ball resting near the back of the machine.
Thinking it was my boyfriend's little cousin, I woke up him up to bring the kid back to his parents' room. But he didn't see anything and told me to go back to sleep. When I looked back toward where I saw the figure, he was back where we originally started. The child -- with the same, shadowy face -- again started walking around the rowing machine in the exact same pattern he did the first time.
Now I was flipping out. My first instinct was to turn on the TV to get some light in there -- we were on an air mattress, so no table lamp or wall switch was nearby. I'd fallen asleep to a VHS movie, so when I turned on the TV, it was all static. "Poltergeist"-style. Of course, that scared me even more. But when I looked back, the kid was gone.
To this day, I have no idea what it was I saw. Was I in some gray space between waking and dreaming? Maybe. Was I totally imagining things? Possibly. But I like to think it was a ghost.
OK, that's my story. Now spill yours. Please include tales of ghost-hunting in your neighborhood graveyards, exploring weird "Satanic" worship sites in high school and other activities that involve scaring the crap out of yourselves.
OH! And if you have photos that you think have been ghost-bombed, please post a link or upload them to our Facebook page.
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Thursday 29 October
By Ginger
I was vacationing with my family in the Smokey Mountains in Tennessee when I was about 15. My parents had rented a beautiful cabin for a few nights. My sister (who was 14) and I got the bedroom in the basement which had an adjoining bathroom while my brother slept on a couch upstairs and my parents had the bedroom upstairs.
The first night my sister and I were awakened by the sound of someone walking downstairs and turning on the TV in the room next to our bedroom and going back upstairs. Not a big deal we thought, our brother had probably wandered down, stayed for a bit and gone back upstairs to sleep.
The second night, we were once again awakened by the sound of someone walking downstairs. This time, however, they opened our bedroom door (although we didn't see anyone) and walked back upstairs - way creepier than the first night, but still not a BIG deal.
The third night however, we lost it. The footsteps came downstairs again. Then nothing. Then footsteps in OUR BATHROOM. Then the sound of someone swishing around in the bathtub full of water as if enjoying a lovely soak. At this point we are holding our breaths hoping the sounds weren't real. The final straw was the sound of whoever - or whatever - standing up out of their bath and the wet foot hitting the tile floor.
We couldn't get up the stairs fast enough. We spend the rest of the night/day trying to investigate the source of the sounds with no luch. I have NEVER been so terrified in my life. That was 8 years ago and I still get chills just telling the story. I wish my sister could argue with me and tell me I had been making this up. NOPE.
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Thursday 29 October
By Erin Scottberg
Ginger -- that's so spooky! Did you ever ask any locals if other people had experienced similar things in the house? Or maybe try to look it up in the local library?
Saturday 14 November
By joe momma
wow ur brave check mine out im joe momma
i can talk 2 em its cooooooool
im gifted so r u x
Thursday 29 October
By Nicole
Perhaps this isn't as scary as some ghost stories, but it happened for sure.
We were visiting family in Boston and a cousin drove us to this supposedly haunted spot. According to local lore, three children had been murdered and left hanging on a series of three gates along a stretch of dirt road back in the '50s. It's said that if you go to the road today, you can hear children playing and smell baby powder, and sometimes baby powder fingerprints will appear on your car.
So we pulled alongside the first gate on this poorly lit area and the cousin rolls down all our windows and starts yelling for the ghosts to make contact with us. I was thoroughly freaked out and begged that he drive on. He eventually did.
As we got to the end of the strip, though, the car filled with the smell of baby powder. We laughed this off as coincidence. Maybe it was someone's deodorant kicking into high-gear.
We drove back to our hotel and parked outside of a nearby bar to go in for a few drinks. When we came out an hour or so later, we found a pacifier lying beside the front wheel of the car. Creepy, yes, but ghosts? Probably not. The cousin drove home and we went back to our hotel across the street from the bar.
The next morning we left our hotel and passed the bar again, but on the opposite side of the street. Laying on a storefront windowsill was another pacifier. Hmm. That's strange.
Fast forward two weeks. Cousin drives to a Halloween party, parks his car and goes inside for a few hours. When he leaves to go home, he finds a pacifier sitting on the dashboard inside the car.
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Thursday 29 October
By kelly (kallith ) Flanagan
My turn! hehe-Mwhauhahaha-*cough*cough* haahaha.
When I was young, i was sent to my father's for the weekends. this went on for about a year. The family farmhouse my father and his brothers lived in has been in our family for almost 200 years. We only found that it was made of beautiful, massive logs when they decided to redo the siding. Of course the logs are chinked(meaning there is filler between them) so there have never been complaints of chills or drafts in the house.
One weekend, just as we arived at th farmhouse. I abruptly began to feel both nauseated and scared. I can still almost 20 years later feel the fear as if it was happening all over. I began to throw a tantrum, not understanding at that age what it was about, and insisted my mother be called and that I must be returned home. My father is not one for giving in to demands. no matter who they are made by, but my abrupt change in attitudeas well as the tears streaming down my face, and the apparent look of fear I still had plastered to it when I was placed in my mothers warm and loving arms seemed to sway him enough. in fact my mother complained that her first date in months was that night but quickly agreed for me to come home once i was put on the phone.
About 6 months later. the first instance forgotton by my sponging brain, I was again spending the weekend, as I was falling asleep I heard my father's footsteps coming up the staircase.
I jumped out of bed and ran to the top of the stairs to ask about sleeping in his room- it was a huge kingsize bed with way more blankets and pillows.
I stood motionless at the top of the stairs. I could hear my father and his twin brother Bobby laughing in the den downstairs- and yet... there infront of me were the sounds of footsteps gently creaking the old wooden sstairs towards me although nothing was visable approaching me.
I ran back to my room, dove under the sheets and cannot remember falling asleep- in fact I'm pretty sure I actually passed out from holding my breath.
Years later talking about the incident with my mother, she mentioned a few facts she was previously loathe to mention
1. that a few years before, my greatgrandmothers rocking chair had to be removed from the attic because it would be heard rocking almost every night.
now said chair happened to be the one my mother would rock me in as a child and then gave to me to do the same with my daughter.
The attic- along with the rest of the house, was draft free(due to the log and chink walls) therefore the chair wasn't able to move due to air currents........
2> Many of our family members are'bothered' at night in the house and have strange feelings similar to what happened to me in the first incident, although as adults they tend to approach the situation a bit more maturely.
Happy Samhain (halloween)
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Thursday 29 October
By Jessica
Ok, here's mine!
When I was about 18, I was living with my ex-boyfriend at his parents house. We were staying in a bedroom located in the basement. In the very same basement that his Grandmother had passed away in about a year earlier.
So one night my ex had went out and I was alone in the bedroom. I had been reading a book about a dr who was kidnapping people to do strange medical test on them. I eventually turned off the lights and rolled over to go to sleep. After falling asleep, I started having a dream that I was in the medical room watching this dr experiment on a patient as was in the book I was reading...suddenly the patient jumps up and starts attacking the people in the room. As he approaches me I suddenly wake up and notice a shadowy figure standing at the foot of the bed. Crazy thing was that I became paralized, maybe with fear, I don't know. I tried to say something and couldn't talk, I tried to move to turn on a light and couldn't budge. I could barely breath. This lasted for a good couple minutes. Finally the shadow disappeared and I was able to move. Needless to say I left the light on till my ex got back home that night.
I wasn't the only one to experience things in that house either. Their dog used to just sit in the basement and start barking while looking up in the air a lot. Out of the blue too, he'd just be laying there sleeping or something and suddenly jump up and start barking at nothing. Then there was the tv that would turn on and off by itself and adjust it's volume at crazy times. Boy was I glad to move out of that house!
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Thursday 29 October
By Brooke
My cousin is currently living in a house where his dog freaks out all the time, barking and running, over nothing. And he constantly hears scratching and moving coming from the closet in the master bedroom. He found out later that the previous owner of the house was an older woman who was the victim of a home invasion. She was tied up and left to die in her closet. My cousin has broken his lease and is moving out!
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Monday 02 November
By Girl
My brother passed away when he was 12 years old. I was ten at the time. We had shared a bedroom, but after he died my parents made it into a library. One day, a couple years later, I was sitting in there reading. The walls were lined with shelves, and from the wall behind me a heard a book fall. I got up to put it back, and saw that it was my brothers favorite book from when we were little. He had practiced writing his name over and over on the pages, but when the book fell it had opened to the one page where he had written my name. As i placed it back on the shelf another book fell from the adjacent wall. This one was a book of poems given to me after my brothers death. They were all about coping with the loss of a family member. This book had opened to a poem about how even though they weren't around any more, you could know your loved one still loved you and would look out for you. I knew, even at such a young age, that this was my brothers way of letting me know he was okay and that he would still take care of me like a good big brother.
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Sunday 01 November
By Meaghan
Okay, my turn. ^_^
When I was about 4, my family moved to a new house, that I REALLY didn't like.
I just had a creepy feeling about it. It was always cold, and there would be weird noises throughout the house, plus there were spiders out of no where and they would just stare at people.
Well, a few months after that I met a little girl. Her name was Allison, and she was 6. Allison became my very best friend. I eventually found out that she was a ghost. (Spirit.)
No one else could see her, and figured that I just had an imaginary friend. Yeah right.
A few years later I was asleep on our couch and my little sister was at her dad's house, but my older sister swears to have seen a little girl waving at her out of the door. I asked her what the girl looked like, and she completely described Allison.
We eventually moved, and Allison hated that. She got mad and ran away from me.
A couple weeks later my mom went to the person who we rented from, and asked him if anyone named Allison had ever died around there.
He said that his grand-daughter, and her family, were killed in a car accident on their way to his house about 10 years before. He described exactly what she looked like, and it was definitely her.
I've only ever seen her again one time.. And it was from afar. I wish that I could see her again, but so far there's no chance of that.
Ever since then, however, I've become something of a medium, like I have some psychic power thingy, and I still see ghosts.
The End. (:
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Saturday 14 November
By joe mama
mine is short but true
when i was lil i came down and described a elderly man wearing a grey suit n wite hair n uda features wich matched my moms step dads description who died a monf b4 i was born n a old woman woke me up 4 skul i watched her walk out my mom was asleep i saw her
i am also gifted and can see figures in hunted houses x
c u
joe momma
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