Do real haunted houses exist? Is it the house that is haunted… Or is it the people who live in it?
In this episode of Real Ghost Stories Online we explore stories of several haunted houses.
We also look into a story of a place most would assume not to be haunted at all: A church… basement.
This weeks Real Ghost Story Letters:
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Written By Naveen S.
My name is Naveen and I would like to share my personal paranormal experience in the apartment where I stayed with my wife and 2 years old son. Friends, this is not just a story but a real experience.
It was in 2011 that we moved in to the apartment and on the very first day my wife woke up screaming from sleep at around 2.00 am saying she saw someone standing near the bedroom door. I just rubbish her, saying this might happen in any new place. After this incident one or two such incidents kept happening and whenever my wife said something about this, I used to either make fun of her or tried to convince her saying these are all mere misconceptions.
She often told me incidents like lights getting switched off (the switch itself), TV channels automatically getting changed, kind of. Though I believe in paranormal presence, I did not want to show that, as she might get more panicked.
It was during that time my kid started walking and it was during the same period, where I myself got shit scared and understood what really was going on in the house. Since he is our only son, he used to play alone with his toys but only then we slowly realized and noticed that he is not playing all alone. We could see him playing and showing his toys as if there was another person with him.
Also we noticed that our son often played at one particular place, where my wife claimed she saw someone standing on the very first day of us moving in to this apartment. I felt a shiver run down my spine. On the same day evening at around 5.00 pm, my son was there in the bathroom playing in the tub. We remember that the lights were kept on but after some time when my wife went to have a check, she was stunned to see the lights were off.
My son, who seemed like playing with someone until that time suddenly stopped and gave a wry smile looking at my wife. On hearing my wife’s scream, I immediately rushed to the place and took my son out of the bathroom.
We immediately came out of the apartment and went to a nearby mosque to seek some help from the priest (Imam). He told us that there is a ghostly presence in the apartment and that we should not stay there any longer. He also said that sometimes the ghostly figure looks like me and sometimes like my wife and that’s the reason my son was not scared at all. He said most of the incidents that we had actually experienced, though we didn’t tell him anything in detail.
For the next 10 days we didn’t get in to the apartment and managed to stay in one of my friends house and we finally vacated the flat three months before our tenancy contract got expired. Now we moved in to a new apartment and by God’s grace didn’t experience any such incidents, though the past spooky moments haunt us at times.
Ghost Story Letter #2
Written by Alixandria
Tell Us Your Ghost Story: It was 1971 and I was about 3 years old. My family and I were living on Parque Drive in Daly City Ca. It was just my Father, Mother, my older sister, and I remember when we got the news that my mother’s younger brother was in the army and was shot in the back of his head near his barracks. My uncle Johnny had passed. In the mean time, my mother started noticing weird things occurring in the house. I also started noticing weird things myself. One day my mother was home and my father was at work in the city, she was cleaning the house and cooking, when she noticed a figure of what it looked like a teenage male in a tuxedo combing his hair in our hallway mirror. What was creepy about that the only thing visible was the tux. Other than that, she saw nothing but movements of him combing his hair as if he was headed to a prom.
My mother thought my father was home but when she took a second glance there was no one there. So she panicked yelled for my sister and I to follow her outside and wait for my father to come home from work.
Another day has gone by and another incident occurs while my mother, sister and I are home. Once again my mother witnesses the same apparition combing his hair again only this time, she saw him on our closet door mirror. The kind of mirrors my father had put up were the kind that had designs on it. This mirror was full body length and what my mother saw that day terrified her. She saw a full figured male in a white tuxedo with a red rose in his pocket and she clearly saw that it wasn’t my father being home. Once again he was combing his hair. So my mother took us back outside to wait for my father on the steps til he got home. After awhile that apparition had seem to stop. A month or so had passed when I started noticing weird things happening in our house as well. One night, my mother was cooking dinner, when my sister and I were playing in our room. We had a bulk bed at the time. I was 3 years old and she was 4. I remember my sister playing with her life size doll that always gave me the creeps. Anyway, it was almost time for dinner when my mother yelled for us to wash up. I recall my sister leaving her doll on top of her bed which was the upper bunk. I was too small to be on the top so I had he bottom. When we finally sat at the dinner table, I noticed my sister’s doll sitting on top of my parents bed. See my parents bed is right down the hall and when I had to use the restroom that’s when I noticed her staring right at me. I immediately ran back to the table and told my sister and parents that her doll is I’m their room, but my sister thought I was lying. She thought I put her there, but what she seemed to forget, was that I was too small to climb up the ladder to the upper bunk let alone, carry her life size doll down with me. After that evening, I hated that doll being in the same room and house as us. I always sensed it was evil. Then as the days have gone by, my mother had told us that my uncle Johnny’s Chihuahua Mickey was going to live with us because he has no one to take care of him since my uncle passed. Plus we also had a pup names Alfie my grandfather gave my sister on her birthday. So my mother thought it would be a good idea if Mickey stayed with us. Everything was fine when he arrived but after a couple of days, I had gone to the garage to grab some toys when I noticed that Alfie was growling at a dark corner by a hollow wall where come to find out, Mickey as hiding. Soon after, Mickey started growling and barking angrily at me so I ran p to tell my family and we all rushed down the stairs into the garage. My mother started calling out for Mickey and as soon as he heard her voice, he came out of the dark growling and barking and rabid. His mouth had saliva drooling on the side and his eyes were somewhat reddish brown. He seemed possessed and wanted to hurt all of us. So my parents called The Humane Society and they had the SPCA come down to check him out. When they arrived, Mickey was more rabid than he was earlier… he started convulsing and shaking as if he didn’t know where he was or who we were. All I remember from that day was that my father to my sister and I upstairs and a few hours later my mother came and told us that Mickey had died. It was if his life was taken by something. Later that night my mother told us not to be scared that it was my uncle Johnny that wanted his dog back, and that’s why Mickey got sick. We left it at that. A few months after I remember I was playing in my room by myself, and I remember something inside me telling me to open my closet door so I did. When I looked inside I remember seeing my uncle Johnny standing in there wanting to speak to me. He bent down and whispered to me telling me to watch over my sister and to my mother, and to be a good girl. I nodded my head OK, as he kissed my cheek and told me he loved me, I returned an I love you too uncle, and closed the door. After that I ran to my mother and told her that I had just seen and spoken to uncle Johnny in the bedroom closet. She asked me what I was talking about, and I told her that I just spoke with uncle Johnny and what he had told me. My mother was furious with me and told me to stop lying. I actually got a whipping that night. Apparently my mother was freaking out because she knew our house was already haunted and that I inherited her and my grandmothers gift of sight. So not too long after that my mother wanted to move somewhere else and start fresh so my father agreed and we found a new home to live in, ghost free. The only problem was that my sister brought her evil life size doll with her to the new house, and by the time I was six years old, I knew more and more of my gift, and something inside me told me to get rid of that doll. So one day, my father had planned to gather up stiff we didn’t need anymore and take it to the dump yard. I then had an Idea to take my sister’s doll and place it in my father’s old Army locker. I then proceeded to take my father’s chains for fishing and wrap it around the locker until it reached the front. Then I found an old pad lock, locked the chains together and kept it that way. The next day my father took all the junk including his old Army locker, and my sister’s doll was never seen again. As for the house we moved out of in Daly City, Ca. It still remains uncleansed.
Ghost Story Letter #3
Written by Chris
My friend and I were in a church basement and we were 10 and 8 yrs old playing with toys. We saw 5 to 6 men go into the bathroom and when 20 mins. passed I went to check out what’s going on. When I opened up the Men’s bathroom the lights were off but the strange thing is 1 guy turned the light on while holding the doors for other guys.I asked my friend did we see the guy turned on the light and she said yes. I turned on the light and no one was in the Men’s bathroom I even check the the stall and nothing.There’s 1 very small window but its above the last stall and its too small for 5-6 grown men to go throw. Turning the whole time the hairs on my arms were sticking up and the strange part was I felt someone watching me even thought there was no one there. My friend came in to see why I was taking so long and I told her there’s no one here although I feel someone is watching. We decided to go back and play before we did I asked my friend to watch me turn off the light so I can make sense on what’s going on. We started to play then 15 mins later one guy opens the door for the other guys and then he turned off the lights. As they were walking by they gave us dirty looks then they disappeared and I asked her did I turned off the lights she said I did. Next time we were there we saw a priest from the waist up and told us the guys we saw were trying to scare us. The priest told me how brave I was and diappeared.After the priest disappeared I said did you see him from the waist up and she told me yes. We never returned to the church basement.
