It’s that time of year again; the nights are drawing closer so what could be better than a few true ghost stories to read at bedtime? We’ve searched the internet for the most frightening paranormal encounters for your reading pleasure.
Now turn down the lights and prepare to be scared by 13 of the most terrifying and unsettling true-life ghost stories we’ve ever read. Ready? Then let us begin.
1. I Was Playing in The Attic
When I was a kid, back at my old house, I had assumed my sister and I were playing in the attic, sister suggests that I hang out the window for whatever reason. A few seconds later, my dad, outside, sees me hanging almost fully out of a third story window on my own, starts yelling and running, etc. After I get pulled back inside, my mom and sister insist that I was alone in the attic for the last hour, that my sister was with my mom the whole time, and my dad had passed my sister (on the ground level) before heading back inside…
I assume at least one of them’s lying to me about something, certainly more plausible than a ghost tried to get me to kill myself… still.
2. The Old Polaroid Camera
This apparently happened to my dad.
He told me a couple years ago about this one event that freaked him out. It was around 2002 when we had just moved into a new house, my dad was unpacking while my step-mom was at work and I was at school. My little brother was home sick and sleeping in his bedroom.
So my father is unpacking and found his old polaroid camera and starts playing with it, he decides to sneak into my brothers room to get a cute picture of him sleeping (he was about six at this time and really adorable). He opens the door and sees my brother curled up on the ledge right beside the window, his face turned away from my dad and against the glass. My dad is standing by the door and snaps a picture, quietly closing the door.
As the picture develops my brother suddenly comes out of the bathroom at the other end of the hall, crying because he was sick. My father his astonished and knows there was no way for my little brother to get from the bedroom to the bathroom in mere seconds and without being seen. He opens the door quickly to check inside and nothing is there.
The clincher is the picture, after getting my brother settled and back to sleep, my dad takes a look at the photograph. What should have been my brother sleeping with his head turned away became a picture of a little boy facing my father, the lower half of his face blurry and red.
My dad doesn’t believe in ghosts, but he was pretty freaked. He showed the picture to my step-mother and her sister. They kept it in a box in their bedroom and apparently used it as a nice conversation piece for a few years until we moved out of the house (one of our basement walls collapsed and it was unsafe to live there). It seems to have been lost in the move.
I never had the pleasure of seeing the picture myself, but loads of my family saw it and they all agree it was creepy. We never experienced anything else abnormal in the house.
3. The Little Boy in The Beauty Salon
Back in ’84, my grandma was going to get her hair done. She walked into the salon she frequented and was sitting in the waiting area reading a magazine. Suddenly, she felt like someone was watching her. She looked up and saw a kid that looked exactly like my uncle (as a kid – he was about 25 at the time) sitting in the barber chair. He smiled and waved at her. She waved back and he blew her a kiss. She went back to reading her magazine but couldn’t shake how similar to my uncle that kid looked – literally identical. She looked back up but the kid was gone.
Not one hour later, she got a call from the police department saying that my uncle was found dead on the scene of a car accident.
4. A Light Coming From My Closet
We moved around a lot as a kid and we were poor so my parents typically would rent houses that were relatively cheap. I was probably 9 or 10 years old when we moved into this beautiful old home from the early 1900’s in a not amazingly safe neighborhood but it was far from the worst. One of the first nights after we moved there was when this happened.
I remember waking up feeling ice cold. It was really strange because it was the middle of summer, we didn’t have air conditioning, and I wasn’t allowed to have my windows open at night. A soft blue light was coming from my closet so I turned to look. There, sitting on some boxes in my open closet, was a woman maybe mid 20’s to early 30’s just crying. I could barely hear her but what amazed me most was that she was blue, just like the light.
I remember sitting up, staring at her and asking what was wrong. She stopped, looked up at me shocked, and after making eye contact for a few seconds she faded away. I guess she didn’t expect me to be awake or to talk to her? In any case, it wasn’t the last time I would see her but I never felt afraid of her.
We moved out when I was 12; we didn’t live there very long. My mom didn’t tell me why the rent there was so cheap till we moved. Apparently a woman and her mother were murdered there, some sort of a burglary gone bad. Go figure.
5. I Was Never Outside
This isn’t my story, so it takes away from the horror factor a bit, but it’s from a good friend that I know doesn’t make sh*t up.
His story happens when he was about 8. He was playing hide and seek with his friend at his house, it was late… Probably about 10ish. It’s my friends turn to find his friend. He’s looking everywhere around the house, but he can’t seem to find him anywhere. He eventually decides he must be hiding outside. So he leaves the house to find him.
He starts searching around some bushes when he hears his friends voice coming from a dark corner maybe 20 feet away. They voice calls for him to come over. He didn’t, because he was already spooked out enough being outside in the pitch black. My friend yelled back, “no! You come over here!”
That’s when he said it really started to get spooky. He told me the voice that sounded just like his friend kept insisting that he come over to the dark corner. My friend kept saying no over and over again. At this point, he said the the voice suddenly changed to a dark, horrible sounding voice demanding he come over. At this point he ran back inside, only to see his friend in the living room. When questioned how he got inside so fast, the friend said he never went outside.
Now, I know both of these two guys. None of them make up sh*t. And I doubt it’s the case of an “imagination gone wild”.
Whatever that voice was, it still spooks me just thinking about this story.
6. The Attic Door
When I was maybe 12 or 13, living in a cramped, old house with my mom and younger brother, something happened that still confuses me to this day.
It was a summer night that blended in well enough with the rest of them, so much that I can’t remember what happened immediately before or after this incident. I had gone to lay down in my bedroom, which was across the hallway from my brother’s room. To the immediate right when you entered his room was a door that led up to the attic, which was really old, creepy and the door opened so that the stairs were visible from my bedroom. (Awesome, right?) That night, my brother’s door was open and, go figure!, the attic door was open. I began to grow uneasy and had a very strong sense of something or someone watching me. I pulled my sheet over me and suddenly had the sense of something very heavy laying on me and crushing me. I screamed to my mom who came running, pulled the sheet off me and the feeling was gone.
Ten years later and I still don’t know what the hell happened but you can bet that attic door stayed closed until we moved away.
7. Footprints In The Snow
Most memorable unexplained event in my life happened while snow shoeing a few miles away from a small north eastern town in Oregon. The sun was just up and there was a fresh layer of snow about four inches worth. The forest was quiet, eerily quiet. It was one of those places that just makes your hair stand on end. I felt someone, something, was watching me. At this point I turn around to head back to my car only to find a fresh set of human size prints right behind my own.
Scary part is that the snow is about two feet deep and these prints were only pressed in a couple inches, there was only a right print and it only occurred in intervals of ten feet or so. They started from no where and ended near where I had stopped to turn around.
What the hell was following me?
8. A Vicious Growl In My Ear
I had a very weird experience about 3 years ago. I was living in a newly built apartment in San Antonio, TX. They were really nice and not your typical old, haunted, southern plantation cliche. I was in the Army and geographically separated so I was all alone with no family and no pets. While laying in my bed I felt, what seemed like a medium size dog, jump up on the end of my bed — it definitely had four legs, anyway. I kind of froze because I knew I had no pets in the home. It began to slowly walk up to me and I could feel every footstep compress the mattress. When it got up to my chest I could feel the blankets begin to form around my body on my left side and I heard a subtle but vicious growl in my ear. I didn’t acknowledge it’s presence and fell asleep right away.
I never had a problem since and I feel that it was due to the fact that I did not let it see my fear but it was a very strange and startling experience.
9. You Are Not Allowed To Touch Them
When I was eight my family moved from urban south Florida to a really small town in north Florida. It was like from a Goosebumps book. A lot of weird stuff has happened in the 15 years since we moved there, but the weirdest has got to be when my sister moved back in with my parents.
My sister’s husband had been shipped off to Afghanistan so she was left alone with a newborn son. Not wanting to go through the soul crushing loneliness of raising a newborn all alone in a trailer in the woods, she moved back into my parents house for a while.
She said it started first when the headboard of her bed would slam every now and then. Then one day she woke up because somebody was tickling her.
She didn’t really think about it until one night she woke my mom up by screaming(my sister is almost 30, she’s not a little kid), and my mom went in and THE WHOLE F**KING BED WAS ROCKING AND SHAKING LIKE. Really violently up down, to the sides, like a boat going through white water.
But, my mom and sister have been through a lot of sh*t, so they persevered. One night my sister was nursing her son and something grabbed her pony tail and started yanking her head around. My mom went in the room and very sternly, like talking to a bad kid, said,”I understand things are different. There’s a little baby here and there never has been before. You’re curious, I understand that. But you WILL NOT touch them anymore. You can look, you can stay. You were here before us, but I swear to god you are NOT ALLOWED TO TOUCH THEM.”
It stopped happening.
10. The Bullet and The Bible
My elderly uncle, John, was sick for a long time. Knowing he was going to die he started reading his bible and tried to get his sister, my mom, back into the church as well. He even sent her a bible (which she promptly shelved) and forgot about it. Meanwhile my uncle was having a fight with his daughter and refused to call her back.
Now, he was in a lot of pain and not dying quickly enough so he decided to eat a bullet to get on the wrong side of the grass. Blew the top of his head clean off.
Meanwhile, at her home, the bible he had given my mother jumps off the shelf and flies 20 feet through the air. Thinking it just fell, somehow, we replaced it on the shelf. It immedietely jumped out and flew across the room. Now freaked out, we were both kinda scared. We put the book back in place and sat on the couch, kinda waiting for it to jump out, but nothing happened and we went into the kitchen and started to make dinner. Suddenly we heard a loud noise and ran into the room to find the bible, laying open thirty feet away. Seeing the bible was open to the “Nook of John” my mother looked up at me and said “I think John is dead. A call to his wife confirmed the death.
Meanwhile, Katie, John’s daughter later told us at the same time we were having bibles chucked at us she was getting phone calls, clearly from her father telling her “I’m sorry” over and over. These calls immedietly started after his death and continued for a few weeks.
Yes, my mother started going to church and no, I didn’t.
11. The Man in The Middle of The Night
When I was growing up I lived in a small two floor house that was like 30 years old. There were several occasions that I remember where I would wake up at 3:10 in the middle of the night and I would see the figure of a man walking around my room. He didn’t do much because the room was about the size of my dorm room is now. But I was scared sh*tless. I shared a bunk bed with my brother and I had the top bunk. I grew so frightened of this figure that I would make a wall of stuffed animals next to the railing of my bed as to make it impossible for me to see him when I woke up the next few times.
After we had moved out of that house I had asked my mom who lived there before us and she told me it was a family of three. The mother and daughter had moved out after the father died in the house of a heart attack. I assumed that was who I was seeing when I would wake up. It scared the sh*t of me then and still kinda creeps me out now.
12. The Locked Safe
My friend’s father passed away unexpectedly. The night before the burial his family wondered if they should hire a locksmith to open the safe in his closet, as they knew he had some personal effects that he might want to be buried with. They ultimately decided not to.
The next morning when they got to the funeral home the mortician commented that something tripped the alarm the night before, but there was no signs of entry or any people around. When they went into the parlor to see him, both my friend and his mom immediately saw a red leather portfolio tucked in the arms of the deceased. They knew that was where he kept his special items, family pictures, love letters she had sent him when he was in Vietnam, baby pictures, etc. They also knew he kept it locked in the safe in his bedroom. The safe they knew was closed and locked the night before. The safe that was in the room where my friend’s mom slept that night and wasn’t disturbed. The safe that was wide open when they got home later that day. It wasn’t broken into, someone who knew the combination had opened it and as far as they knew the only person who knew the combination was the deceased.
It freaked everyone out but ultimately they were fine because it meant he wanted to be buried with those memories.
13. The Woman In The White Nightdress
When I was in 10th grade , I was laying down in our unfinished basement watching TV late at night. I got up and walked into our unfinished basement bathroom (basically a concrete room with a toilet, sink and mirror. As soon as I turned the light on I saw a woman in a white nightgown in the mirror. I booked it upstairs.
I never saw it again, but a year later I was alone at home and my friend Ben picked me up so we could do some Christmas shopping. He had never been to my house before and had never met my parents. He waited in my living room while I got my sh*t together and then we headed out. Nothing unusual, or so I thought, because 2 or 3 weeks later Ben mentioned that he met my mother that day in my living room. I told him nobody was home but me that day. He kept arguing otherwise and told me he saw her “standing next to the piano in a nightgown” and then she walked away.
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