Ghost Stories Thread.

It's October now so I thought it would be an appropriate time to start this sort of thread. If you have a paranormal experience share it. Pictures/Videos would be awesome. boo

 

That's kinda like the experience I had not too long ago. I do pest control on an old plantation that's now a museum. Ames Plantation is the name of it. I was in the old manor spraying and came down the stairs into the kitchen and there was a woman there like you described the the girl. She wasn't transparent but you could see through her. Anyway, I knew I was in there alone as I unlocked the door to go in and locked it back behind me. She just walked in the next room and disappeared.
I thought I saw bigfoot once... turned out just to be a hairy fat guy tho

 

Climbed over the fence of a park/mansion in Beverly Hills many years ago. This particular night, after many times of doing this for fun, my friends and I were standing on the huge back patio overlooking all of L.A. when I decided to press my face against the glass and look into the dark foyer/hallway. My friends began walking to the other side of the home. I suddenly watched a reflection of something I thought could be a human form move against the glass, looked behind me because I thought it could've been a helicopter light, looked back and it had moved and was still heading towards the side door my friends were going to. Despite it being a woman in period garb floating down the corridor, I rationed that it was a park ranger and so ran to the other side yelling for my friends to run 'cause we were gonna get caught. Nothing happened. They looked at me strangely. I pressed my face to the tiny window on the door at the end of the extremely long hallway and saw nothing but darkness.
Come to find out, the actual room where a man committed murder/suicide was the room at the end of the hall, and on the night of this shooting the murdered guy's wife walked the hallway and discovered the two dead men lying there.
Nothing ever happened in that place again for me, although I have a few more stories from here. One of the rangers let me listen to the audio from a movie that was filmed there. Around 3am, with audio running for simple night sounds of an old place when everyone was gone, there were bangs and crashes like someone was tearing down the set and sliding pieces across the floor. None of this ever happened in real life, but the audio is there and is amazing. No, I don't have it.
Will write more later from a few other places that I've experienced strange things at.

 

The baseball field that is used by the JV and Varsity teams is in a field about 200 yards away from the middle school. It has a press box behind home plate that it a 2 story building, the rooms on the first floor are the old locker rooms, now used for storage, and Men Woman bathrooms are down there. The upper level has big sliding windows about 4 feet tall and 7 feet long. We lock it up with a chain where the door handle would normally be and a padlock to protect the PA System, Radio's, etc. every year around the start of baseball season weird things will start to happen at that field. The door will be unlocked with both the ghetto blaster playing an am station, and the PA System playing an AM, 1100AM the lights in the old, new locker room, and on the field will be on. The windows will be open, the gates open, and we have signs the say "Warhorse Baseball Tonight at 6:00 John Hall Field" they will be knocked out of the storage room on to the grass outside. We call him John because we believe it to be John Hall who, from what we heard, loved baseball more than anybody you've ever met, trying to get the field ready to play on. The field is also named after him. 2 seasons ago I had a heart murmur so I couldn't play but I stayed on to help out, be a "manager" of sorts. Late at night after games it was my job to lock up the field, which meant I had to walk across the field turn out the light and walk back in the dark. Some times you can hear the sounds of ball hitting gloves, or the soft thunk! of a ball hitting an old wooden bat. I once looked up into the press box once and saw a mans figure up there wearing a Barnwell ball cap. He's a friendly ghost he like to move peoples gloves and bats out into the floor. He just loves baseball.

 

I'm going to bump this up.
One weekend a while back my friends and I went camping on some of his uncle's land in Hilda, SC. It used to be one of the biggest rail hubs in SC because it had one of the biggest lumber plant. A train would come in with a load of trees and leave with a load of cut lumber. He told us before we left, we wanted to tell him we were back there, that the land we were going to be on was haunted. That you could see old rail workers "walking the line" checking for debris and stuff out of the ordinary. We took our 4wheelers and rode around for a while that day, then night time came around and we started a fire cooked some dinner, drinking, bsing around and just relaxing having some fun. We stayed up late just telling stories, around 2am we heard what sounded like a very faint clinking of a trains wheels clicking over the gaps in the line and banging around to what we now believe was wood being loaded onto the cars. The rails in the woods were never pulled up for the most part through out the town. The sound faded away, while were spooked we just carried on talking not thinking much of it. A few minutes later we saw a train riding on the old rail lines with the load of wood closest to the coal car (the third car in the line) on fire and guys running back and forth with buckets of water trying to put out the burning wood. You could see the outline of a train but couldn't see the details, it was sort of see through as they have described above, it rode on down the line and disappeared. The next day we were telling my friends uncle about what we had seen, it turns out that way back when they had a load of lumber catch fire just like this train had done and later derailed and killed everyone aboard it. We've been back there a few times since then camping and hoping to see it again, but have not.

 

where to begin...

My grandparents bought a old victorian house in Oakland in the 1950s (built 1902 i think?) for cheap... I was always told about a guy who came home to find his wife had drowned their daughters in the bath tub and he ended up killing her then himself. Every night you'll hear heavy foot steps walking through the house. I've seen little kids walking through the house, i've heard crying and i've heard laughter... My entire life this has been occuring so i'm kind of used to it but still creeped out. Every thursday my grandfather and a few of his sons (my uncles) would all go bowling while my grandmother (no deceased) and the girls (my aunts) would go out to dinner, This one particular night one of my aunts brought her boy friend who is a skeptic... They came home around 11PM to the dark house and as soon as they opened the door they heard someone running, being Mr.Macho he went in first to investigate, he got 3 steps into the house before he heard little kids laughing/playing (they all heard it), He turned right back around and went outside. There are so many stories about that house from everyone in my family (my grandparents had 13 kids so there are a lot of stories).

At my old house in Hayward, When I was about 14 I was home a lone at about 2PM sitting in my room, I heard someone throwing their body against the door 3 times... Thinking it's someone playing a joke, I went out to look for who ever was home... No one was there and by the time I realized it my bedroom door slammed shut and locked me out. In the same house we've all heard it and seen it where a dining room chair will slide across the kitchen... My aunts friend swore she saw a lady walk out of my room again in day light... Some interesting stuff.

I live in a brand new house now, No one died here... But yet, We still have things go on. I was told by "paranormal investigators" that I'm probably the one being haunted since it seems to occur everywhere I go... Over here about 6 months ago, I was laying in bed with my kitty curled up next to my face when I heard what sounded like someone dragging their feet along the carpet and stop above/behind me... I opened a eye to see if my cat was still where I thought he was and he was, but he was focusing on something above me. Then I heard a cough clear and loud from behind me... then my very non aggressive kitty began to growl (i never heard him growl til that night). I was stunned... couldn't move.

Another time, I was sitting here on my computer about 4 months later when my cat came running up the stairs and ran behind me, I turned around to look at him and as i was turning i glanced at a figure standing to my right towards the stairs...

In the main house (my house separated from my parents), They've been seeing a male figure in the shadows, hearing random foot steps and lights will turn themselves on/off. It got to the point my dads wife had the house "blessed" because she didn't like the lights turning themselves off on her (we never had a power outtage here before and the switches would be what is turning on/off)

 

Just this past weekend i went to visit my parents in Oklahoma. Was out for me and my brothers birthday eating and bsing. Then my bro-in-law said that his causing told him that morning that his old girlfriend that commited suicide came and visit him last night. He said its been happening for a while now and that when he starts to smell something rotting. Then he can see her next to his bed just staring at him. He says he stays up all night cause it smells and all he hears is a heavy breathing sound.

An old friend of mine also has a picture of her and her sister when they was younger taken at one of there old house. If you look at them you wont notice anything but they was in front of the house Nd they had a big window on the front also. But if you look at the reflection of them in the window. You can see an old man and old lady next to them like if they was really there. That was one of the scariest picture ive ever seen.

 

December of last year my girlfriend and I booked a murder-mystery dinner and over-night at the Stone Lion Inn, Guthrie OK. The event was a lot of fun as we dived into our characters. After conclusion we went upstairs to our room – on the second floor, southwest corner of the house. I woke some hours later, seeing my girlfriend behind the sheers hanging from the four-post bed. She stood between the bed and the doorway and I could see only her 4’11” shape silhouetted, but I could not see which direction she faced. I mumbled to her “You okay? Come back to bed. C’mon..” but she remained there motionless – I assumed she was on her phone or looking for something in backpack we’d set on that side of the room.

I likely drifted back to sleep because I felt like I woke again after a time, and she was still there – beyond the sheers. This time I saw her moving – swaying slightly. I tried to scoot up the bed a bit – to sit-up more, but I could barely move. I summoned all my strength and was able just barely move my left leg – but what terrified me, as I watched my girlfriend’s form behind the sheers – my leg bumped into something beside me. Someone beside me – it was my girlfriend still sleeping soundly beside me. As the fear bubbled up in my chest I tried to wake her by talking – making a noise. I could not – I had no voice nor sounds. Then the figure behind the sheers moved suddenly and a small arm and hand grabbed the post and I could see the figure move up to the bed. Out from behind the sheer I saw a young girl – early teen tops, based on her size. The young girl wore a traditional (think early 1900s?) night gown and had straight hair framing her face. Her face - that was another weird thing - it was blurry, as if someone was moving their face side-to-side while a photo was taken. Her hair was fine, and the rest of her body, but no features shown through the blur.

My body was shaking internally as I struggled against the weight of my skin and bones and muscle. The girl though – she continued slowly towards me and I saw her head lean back just a bit and she opened her face - her entire face opened in a grotesque jack-o’lantern type way; and it opened up from the just below her nose to her entire jaw would be, as if to scream at me or take a huge bite. I pushed and pushed my energy trying to find my voice….percolating up through the fear one tiny groan happened – a muffled cry or moan. And when I heard the sound – the room darkened and I was released – I blinked twice to find everything as it was before my experience. I sat for a few minutes meditating on what happened to help me remember and then I slept.

 

Just found this thread.

I am my family's self-appointed genealogist and historian.

Back in the 1980s I was searching through a cemetery in Pennsylvania. It was a cool, blustery day in October. I was trying to locate the grave of my great-great grandfather James Smith.

An old man, presumably the cemetery's caretaker, came by on a riding lawnmower and asked what I was looking for. I told him, he thought for a moment, and said "There are some old Smith tombstones over in that area" pointing to a remote corner of the property. "Try over there." I thanked him and headed in that direction. Sure enough, I found what I was looking for.

Then I headed for my great aunt's house (my grandfather sister); I had been invited there for lunch. After we ate she says "Oh, I have something for you." She went and retrieved an old sepia-toned photograph. "This is a picture of my grandfather Smith; that would be your great-great grandfather."

And I was like Oh. My God.

The man in the picture was the old man in the cemetery with the riding lawnmower.

I rushed back to the cemetery but he was nowhere to be found. That afternoon I went to visit the town's only funeral home; it maintains the cemetery records. I talked to the undertaker about the cemetery's caretaker. The man the undertaker described was not at all like the man I had seen.

Here is my GG-Grandfather.