I Love Ghost Stories

I do believe in the afterlife but I didn't want to be made aware of them. I have seen shadows before but it never got physical, not like this. Last night January 4, 2011, I lay in bed awake because our little puppy was getting...

it was a usual day , we met at our usual place,
the room of hotel cranky
we were talking to each other when suddenly there was a knock at the door.
I went to open it and to my horror it was our parents....
They had petroleum in one of...

"so my baby is feeling naughty tonight ?"
he said. With a smile spread across his face...
"hmm.. yea , your baby 'me' is feeling naughty tonight,
silly dont you see the candles decoration and the beautiful bed ?" i said.
The room was...

THE HAUNTED BATTLEFIELD OF RIVERS AND BROXTON'S BRIDGE
This tale is not a legend but a personal account.
The following story took place the first weekend of February 2-4 1996.
I am a reenactor. My portrayal is of a confederate soldier...

She bought the Mustang for a song from the tow truck driver, it was classic and fast and beautiful. She loved the power and speed.

She did not like the smell of mens cologne and cig smoke that filled the interior when she drove...

attracted with them.... love on hearing one of them. :P

The ringing phone cuts through a restless slumber. I had been having strange, distressing dreams—the kind where you wake up without remembering specifics, but you just know you were having a nightmare. I shoot up at the shrill noise...

It was days before Halloween the year was 1968, you could just feel the creepiest in the air. Being 11 years old, Halloween was still fun, if not more fun the the year before because I was allowed to stay out a bit later without the...

I was married 20 years to a man I was very unhappy with and contemplating divorce. We no longer had anything in common except children and the fact that we lived under the same roof. I was tired of just being the maid of the...

i had always loved him,
always cared for him.
And he too cared for me :)
loved me...
And still loves me here is his and my story.....
*19 december 2005*
it was a pleasant day , i was hurriyng to the garden
to meet him, he was waiting...

In my other stories, the ghost was just a black figure. I could only tell from the stance that it was a male. Now I saw him for the first time the other night and like before it happened around 3am. I was in bed, laying on my side...

The first 6 mins, every word the child spoke made me cry! And she didn't even say much
My best part - ''Daddy, are we there yet? my glasses are broken''

That's all really.
Just wanted to tell someone since I have no friend to talk to...

a girl named caddy was best friend with hannah. They both were very happy together when one evening hannah was raped by her cousin brother.
after the rape she was rushed to the hospital by caddy.
After 2 days when caddie went to take...

This is an old story one of my favorites from when I was a child, I believe I read it in "a dark dark room and other stories"  Alvin schwartz

( this is not same copy some other retelling)

Jane wore a yellow ribbon...

he was my love, my life everything
here is our story.....
We both loved each other truely.....
i belonged to a rich , prosperous family whereas he
belonged to a poor one.....
his father worked in our farm , and was a very trusted man...

When I was little I had this friend a little boy named Michael he use to play with me. We would play pranks on my aunts he would scare them by pulling on the back of there gowns when they would walk down the hall. He told me he had...

I feel silly at 23 for still enjoying a good ghost story every now and then.

I am a film producer in Vancouver Canada. We are currently competing in a film competition, and of course my film is a supernatural thriller!

While we were shooting one of our required assignments, we picked up what I can only describe...

"caddie ! caddie ! wake up sleepy head caddie !!"
it was middle of the night when a strange voice woke caddie up and of course waking at Midnight was not a good thing to do.
"WTF who is that ? " caddie said barley more than a whisper...

My Dad was a self-employed antique dealer. He started when my Mom was pregnant with me by collecting clocks and repairing them in his garage. Eventually, he started going to auctions and estate sales and our family home became the...