Spinoff Thread - Share YOUR Ghost Story Here

Oh my gosh, I have many, but I will start with one.

I grew up in Louisiana. My mother was a History teacher, and my own family goes back, in America, to 1740. We have a rich tradition in the Southern part of the state, Central too. I have heard so much creepy stuff, seen some things that to this day, creep me out!!

I was in radio for 11 years, one of the stations I worked for was in Natchitoches, Louisiana (Steel Magnolias was filmed there). On Front street, the brick road in downtown in the movie, there are several buildings that are well over 100 years old. The station I worked in, actually it was an AM/FM combo, was upstairs on one of the buildings; KNOC/KDBH. That place was always creepy, I worked alot of nights there. Natchitoches is the oldest settlement in the Louisiana purchase, founded in 1714 - that place, the air is thick, you can feel the history in the air, like many places in the South.
This night I was working until Midnight, as I did many nights back then. The station closed down at midnight. I was always the last person there. I am not a fraidy cat, but every night I felt that place grow cold and creepy, I was almost always a little creeped out, hair standing on my arm, the whole thing.
I had to shut down the station, which meant shutting down the transmitter, turning off all the lights and then making the long walk from the studio to the front door and then down the stairs to the dark brick street.
I shut everything down and started my fast walk to the door, something seriously tugged the sleeve (they were sleveless, so it was the top of where the sleeve would have been by the shoulder) from behind and whispered in my ear - as real as I am here typing this! - "Tim" I friggin ran my ass off down the stairs and didn't stop running until I got into my car.

Here's the thing, I had never been told of any Ghost stories in that building, and I wasn't aware of anything, except that the place was always scary at night.

I remember it today (15 years later) like it happened yesterday.

Anyone else have one?

I have a few more real ghost stories, but I will not tell them until someone else shares...!

I don't know if this counts or not. I used to work as an LPN. I came home from work one night. My neighbor came running over and told me her father (I'll call him Mr. M) had fallen in the bathroom and wasn't breathing. I went with her and did CPR until EMS came. He lived for another hour ot two and then died while in the hospital. A few years later, I moved into this same house. As I was in the bathroom washing my face, I heard Mr. M. say my name out loud - clear as a bell at the same time I felt a whoosh of wind on my face. Needless to say, I moved shortly after!

Whoa, I would say that counts dbaker6, that's interesting - I bet that was quite a fright, eh?

Okay, I am going to bed now, I will post another one of mine tomorrow; Goodnight!

This is SERIOUS...I'm not making this up. I would take a lie detector test if I could...

3 years ago, my aunt Connie died in a car accident. She fell asleep while driving and was thrown from her vehicle. We were VERY close...I was closer to her than my own mother. We even shared clothes.

When she died, I was devestated.

For about 4 months after she died I was in a real depression. I did almost nothing but mope around.

One night, sitting outside, I was watching the sky. It was a very clear night with a ton of stars. I was
"talking" in my head to Connie. I thought, "Connie, if you are here with me, let me know." All of a sudden, I saw an actual "shooting star." I thought, "Hmm...Ok...If that was you, do it again." and it happened again. Seriously. Then I heard her voice say, "I'm ok. Everything is going to be fine."

I don't believe in making this kind of thing up, I swear it is the honest truth.

Oh Jessi That makes me get chill bumps because I have had similar experiences like that. KYSIDE38

LOL Kyside, I remember feeling my stomach in my throat and I froze for about 5 minutes after. I thought maybe I was going crazy. But I don't think so.

Another thing I just thought of.

My great grandfather built a house in Grove City, Ohio. The water came from a well originally, and it would clog like crazy. He would have to go in and unclog it on occasion. After he fell sick and passed away, that well NEVER clogged again. :shock:

Since we are sharing our strange sides. Here is mine, and it may sound crazy but that is ok. It seems every time things are going bad, I just start talking to my dad who passed away suddenly 13 yrs ago. And then things seem to start getting better. It seems like just when I don't think I can get any lower then something good happens to pick me up and I can't explain it. I believe you Jessi, you don't need to take a lie detector. :D

Ok Jessi , I will have to let everyone on here know how crazy I am now. My moms father passed away when she was very young. Anyways when my mom was dying she kept telling me that her dad came to visit her. One morning towards the end I came in to the hospital room and found a dozen yellow roses I ask her where she got them and she replied my dad brought them to me. There was no card. But you know the sticker that comes on the flower shop vase was there I called the flower shop and guess what there was no record of a dozen yellow roses being sold. I truly believe that she saw her father. KYSIDE38

Oh wow. I've got goosebumps.

You guys are really giving me goosebumps! This lady I worked with had a strange experience, which I never forgot. She told me about a year after her mom died, every so often while she was in bed, she would feel a slight breeze and smell her mother's perfume. It would wake her up, and she said she would see a white "haze" is how she described it at the foot of her bed. I asked her if she was afraid. She said no, she took comfort in it, knowing that her mom was there with her.

Okay Ladies, those stories are quite touching, and since my mother passed away 5 years ago, I have not seen or heard from her - although I have listened :(

So I am going to tell another Ghost story!

Okay, back in Louisiana. I am living on Behan St. one of the oldest in the town. The house, at the time, has been built 125 years prior, by a friend of mine's great Grandfather; it had one of those beautiful big Oaks in the front. Again, this is one of those houses where you can feel the air change. The way it is set up:
2222
2 2
1111 1111111
1 1
1 bedroom...1
1 1
___1111 1111111111111
___1 front rm 1
1111--11111111--111

the straight lines coming from the left, are the front door, the 2's are the bathroom, coming out of the bathroom I have a straight shot of vision to the windows in the front room, the windows are the dashes.

Anyway I hav all the lights on in the bedroom and bathroom, and as I was walking from the bathroom to the living room one evening, about to go out.

On my way to the front door, I caught a side-view sillouette of of a person in the window, it was behind me walking from one side of the bedroom to the other - how to describe in words here...I could tell it was a person, the shape of the head, and it had two arms and legs. But it was all black. like a shadow person, and it was walking behind me. I stopped really quick and made a sound, it stopped, looked at me (I could see this in the window reflection) and then hurried off to wherever it was oging.
Scared the pee out of me! I could have sworn someone was behind me! To this day, just like my other story, I promise that happened!

Okay heres one for you and I swear its the truth. We lived in an old house in Illinois when I was little. When we moved in, my mom and I rearranged everything the way we wanted it in each room. Well about a week later we started noticing furniture being moved around to different spots in the livingroom. We would put everything back and next day things would be moved again. We thought someone was pulling a prank, so we went through this for about 2 weeks and then we left it alone. Then one night we ate our supper in the livingroom and my mom, myself and my sisters when we were done, placed our plates on the end table. Well, next thing we knew the plates were in the middle of the kitchen table. A few weekends later we decided to go and straighten up the attic from where we stored the boxes we hadn't unpacked yet. All the boxes had been arranged in front of a small door. Like I said, you all probably think I am crazy! But this really did happen. Needless to say, the house mysteriously caught fire 6 months after we moved and another family moved in. As far as I know, to this day they never determined what started the fire.

Yikes! Tammy, that is wild, I do not think you are crazy.

I think a ghost took my neatly done diagram and re-arranged IT! I can't go back in edit it now!!

I am quite sure that in the mid-west, like Illinois, there are plenty of happenings "in the spiritworld".

I looked at the site you posted and there is alot of creepy happenings in surrounding towns.

Tammy - you should go out tonight and check them out!

JediJeff, that really is weird that you didn't hit that tree!
Chagrin, were you the only one in the house? I don't think I would have slept there that night!
Tammy,I would definitely say that counts for being from the spirit world!

By the way, my 14 year old has me reading a story every night from that site you posted. Thanks for posting it!

chagrin, there is no way I am going to any of those places tonight let alone any other night. The one about Opryland and Hank Williams was enough for me.

LOL! I can't say I blame you, did you have a creepy halloween evening?
I was sleeping by 9pm, no kids in my condo complex, heh.

Not to creepy of an evening. No visits from the spirits. Thank goodness!

I went and watched The Nightmare Before Christmas in 3D last night. It was kinda cool.

I remember when that movie came out, I rushed to the theater to watch it, and then I haven't watched it since, I don't know - I think Tim Burton's best work was either Bettlejuice or Batman

After the kids went to bed, I watched two horror movies. Boy, how halloween changes when you get older.

It was kind of cool in 3D.

last year for Halloween, I had my place totally decked out. I spent alot of money on the deal, was married and could afford it back then :(

I would still be like a kid if I could afford it; one day again, I will. I love all the decorating and playing around. I dressed in a nifty Skeleton outfit, and stood up in the coffin, still as a statue, and only moved my eyes when the kids came to the door, gosh it was great. every once in a while I would reach a skeleton hand out and touch their shoulder, scared the heck out of them, they loved it though.



Yes, I would imagine in 3D it was pretty nifty, especially Jack!

My neighbor did that when we were really young..He dressed as big gorilla. People would walk up and his wife would ask if they wanted a picture with the gorilla, and then he'd put his arm around them and they'd scream and he'd snap the picture. It was hilarious.

LOL! That's great, I think I will use that next year, heh.

when i was 12 years old me any my younger sister used to see the black montsers or shadows per say in our room sitting on our dresser looking and laughfing at us they would walk towards us (we both remeber this)We would scream MOM!!!! and she would come and turn on the light and they would dissapear... weird i wounder what they were gonna do to us, but that is what i remeber so clearly.

when i was 12 years old me any my younger sister used to see the black montsers or shadows per say in our room sitting on our dresser looking and laughfing at us they would walk towards us (we both remeber this)We would scream MOM!!!! and she would come and turn on the light and they would dissapear... weird i wounder what they were gonna do to us, but that is what i remeber so clearly.

that's funny that you both saw them!

Its true no one believs me......

ok, I'm a few days late, but I have a ghost story.

I was closer to my Dad than anyone in this world. He died a year and a half ago, and I was a mess. On my Dad's first birthday after his death, my husband and I went to a Chinese buffet. My Dad LOVED buffets, especially Chinese. We were eating kind of late, and the place was packed. There are tvs all around the restaurant, and they all play Chinese music videos. At one point I asked my husband what time it was, and he said "8:43". Right then, the volume on the tv above our booth shot waaaaaaay up and a Chinese woman came on the screen and began to sing happy birthday...In English. She sang it 3 times. We were stunned..My husband and I looked around the room, but no one else seemed to see it. We went home after that, and I called my Mom to tell her about it. She asked me what time it happened. I thought about it, then remembered that my husband said it was 8:43. She started to cry and told me that she remembered that my Dad was born at 8:44 pm. She knew this because she saw his birth certificate after he died and thought the time was weird.

So what do you think? Was it my Dad?

Wow these stories are awesome and I've gotten quite a few chills. I would say it was your Dad. I had something weird happen too along time ago when I was at my old job (and best one too) anyway I was in the parking lot waiting for my hubby who worked there too and still does when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder and I turned around and there was no one there! I'm not kidding. It was a physical tap, I felt it! It made me feel so weird and I have 2 siblings that died before I ever met them and one was a baby so I don't feel it was him but my sister was 9 and the oldest of all of us when she died of leukemia and sometimes I think about her and wish I would have met her because I hear how everyone talks about her and think to myself I probably wouldn't be in this mess right now. I always try to think of what she would look like and what she would be doing. She probably would have been the only one of us kids to go to college cause she loved school. Anyway now that I've got the waterworks going I'm going to go let them go.

That's pretty wild there, bowler. by the way, sorry for the loss - my mom also passed from Leukemia, tough disease.
My ealrier story about being touched on the shoulder was also veyr real. People rarely believe you though, do they...

Hi all -

I saw this and just had to post. I worked as a cook in a restaurant (which was a converted grist mill from the Civil War) in the Shenandoah Valley of VA. The Shenandoah Valley was known as 'the breadbasket of the Confederacy' due to all the grist mills located there, and most of the food supplies (flour, cornmeal, etc.) for the Confederate forces originated there. A union general named Sheridan was on a campaign through the valley, burning the mills one by one, in an attempt to cut the Rebs' supply line, and thus cripple their advance. He attempted to burn this particular mill, but was begged not to by the owner's granddaughters - he had great respect for the mill owner, and agreed not to burn it. A bucket brigade was formed, and the fire was extinguished. (The charred timbers are still visible in what is now the bar located in the basement of the building.)

A young boy, either the son of the mill owner, or the son of one of the workers, named Frankie, used to play in the mill. He was running up and down the steep stairs between the multiple floors of the mill, tripped, and fell, breaking his neck.

I have personal experience with Frankie - he's about 11 or so, and as such, likes to play pranks. When I cooked there, I would set a spoon down, turn to get another ingredient to add to my recipe, go to get the spoon to start stirring again, and find my spoon was gone. I would go around the corner to get a clean spoon, thinking I must have dropped mine, only to find my dirty spoon, still steaming from the heat of the dish I was cooking, sitting on a counter more than 20 feet from where I had been standing. And I hadn't even moved when I sat it down - I simply turned my back for a second.

He also loved the lights - on, off, on, off, on, off, flickerflickerflicker, on, off. Until I said out loud, "Frankie, sweetie - I have to get this work done, and if you keep playing with the lights, I can't see what I'm doing. Please leave them alone now." They always stopped.

Water would come on in the handwashing sink by the walk in coolers - full blast - and always the hot and cold together. Another cook said something about 'rats in the pipes'...riiiiight.

A barmaid told me of a time she was the only person in the building at 3:00 a.m. The bar had shut down, no one was upstairs, and she was washing glasses from the night and getting ready to go home. She had washed the glasses and turned them upside down on a towel on the bar to dry, when she heard the swinging door at the back of the bar start swinging back and forth violently. The door led to the narrow steps that led to the kitchen upstairs. She went to investigate, but of course, no one was there. The kitchen was dark, as were the stairs leading up to it, so she returned to the bar....only to find all the glasses turned right side up!

Sooo...ghost or not? I think so. He's the good kind though, and I think he's just simply lonely and wants to play!

Wow, Fins, that had to be your dad! There's no way that could be just coincidental.

I've heard of people being tapped on the shoulder before, and I believe it IS real.

I think that had to be a ghost that turned the glasses right side up. How neat is that!

This thread is so much fun!! I love ghost stories, I've always hoped ghosts were real. With all these people I trust sharing their tales, they HAVE to be. Thanks for this, guys.

Sue Bee, that is a kick butt story, I love historical places like that - could you post the name of the place?

FINS - that is a moving story, I am almost positive that Dad was saying hello :)

I agree, Fins. It is a lot of fun. Thanks for starting up this thread, Chagrin.

Hi Chagrin - it was the Edinburg Mill, located in Edinburg, Virginia. It's no longer a restaurant, has been the subject of many debates and attempts to tear it down, but has finally been protected as a historical landmark and is being renovated to be used as a small local museum. There are many references to it on the web - just search on the name of the mill and the state, and you'll find lots. No mentions of Frankie, however - I've looked! I have yet to find any mention of him, but a local public broadcasting tv station did a show on haunted places a while back and they did mention him.

Thanks, guys, for agreeing that it is my Dad. My husband says the whole thing was a coincidence. He's one of those people though..A ghost could walk right past him...and he'd explain it away.

Guys tend to be more skeptical, don't they? But we know differently!

SUEBEE - they should make it a bed and breakfast...spooooky

Isn't it cool, Chagrin? Actually, there's a bed & breakfast right next door to it. If you look at pictures of the mill, there's a large white house right next to it, up on a hill. It was owned by the mill owner (Grandstaff) and is now a B&B. The mill does have a penthouse apartment in the upper story - Frankie (or something) has been seen in the windows up there quite often - usually materializing as a white haze shaped vaguely like a person - a small person, peering down on the town from the top window of the mill. I love the place, and I'm so glad it's not being torn down. They're actually in the process of adding floodwalls around it, because the creek beside it occasionally floods and could destroy the mill. I would love to cook there again - it was a great experience.

Nice