My Most haunted Moment

By Leah McIntire



When I was a little girl, the house I lived in was located near a cemetery. In our backyard we had like a little hill with plants on it and then there was a huge metal wired looking fence, that led to a road to the city cemetery. During the day it wasn't creepy going near that fence, but at night it was.

One night when I was around 7 or 8 years old after dinner I ended up going outside at night by myself, even though my mom told me not to. I started walking towards the huge fence. I felt compelled to do it for some reason so I did. I felt weird. It was very dark and spooky that night, and I believe there was a full moon from what I can remember. When I got up to the fence, I felt like someone was behind me the whole time. It freaked me out. But for some reason I proceeded to the fence. I climbed up the hill where the plants were. In the fence was a small hole that i would crawl under during the day. I decided to crawl underneath it.

The cemetery road was dark. It was pitch black and spooky. I didn't like the feeling I had while I was doing this. I could hear my mom calling me to come inside, but I didn't listen to her. I just kept walking. And as I walked that feeling that someone was behind me got stronger and spookier and it kept getting darker and darker.

All of the sudden, I started to see something appear. It was white, and it was walking in my direction. I was so terrified and for a minuet I felt like I couldn't move. The white thing started to get closer to me, and I could make out features of a dress starting to appear. The white thing was not just a white thing. But a woman wearing a white dress. I started to be able to her arms…

This is my own true ghost story, and I'm still telling this to my relatives or anyone who just know me.

It was really happened, 3 years ago, late 2009. It was a cloudy day afternoon so it was a bit dark inside our house, I felt asleep with my only son, 3 years old and our granny. This granny is actually not our real family member, but we treat her as our own because she take care of us since our childhood then continue to take care our kids, till now. We love her so much.

Together, three of us slept in the same bed, I slept next to granny while my son slept near my feet, but my granny slept turned her back of me so I cant see her face, she was facing to the restroom door in our bedroom. I woke up earlier than the others, I saw the granny and my son still asleep then I went to the restroom, the bedroom was dark, seemed that day will be a rainy storm.

The space between the bed and the restroom door is a little bit far around 4 meters (400 cm more), so I can't see their face clearly, moreover we didn't turned on the light inside the room so it was gloomy.

When I opened the toilet door there was nothing unusual, the granny and my son still there, all slept in the same way as before. So I just need out of the bedroom, opened the door and what I heard later was really shocked me.

I heard the voice of…

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By Leah McIntire



My SCARIEST MOMENT was when I was 17 years old, me and my best friend went on vacation with my aunt and her boyfriend. We went to Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, for a week.

We ended up staying in this really odd house that was located near a famous battle field.

How do I explain this. Deep down, beyond all reason, it felt particularly eerie that night.

My best friend and I both slept downstairs in the living room and my aunt and her boyfriend slept upstairs in the one bedroom. The first night, nothing weird happened, it was just a normal old house with occasional creeks. The second day is when things started to get weird.

My best friend and I are really interested in Ghosts and the paranormal and the like, and we both had this really creepy feeling every time we would go into the bathroom. It didn't matter what time a day it was but it was worse in the middle of the day or at night.

We actually were playing amateur ghost hunter, taking pictures in the bathroom just to see if we would get any Ghosts or Orbs in the photos—just like you see in famous ghost pictures.

I had my friend stand over by the bathroom door, then started taking photos of her standing over by the door. The minute I stopped taking photos, and we turned to walk away, the door slammed shut, so loud it shook the floorboards. I've never been so frightened in my life. My friend screamed. We both just stared at the door, unable to believe that that had just happened to us. I opened the door. It slammed again. Not just drifted closed. Slammed.

My aunt came running, to see why we were screaming. Of course, she didn't believe a word. The door didn't…

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By Delroy Waite



As a child growing up in the country side of Jamaica I had always love listening to the many stories told by my grandmother, and other family members on those humid caribbean nights. We would all sit outside the small two bedroom wooden house, roasting corn on a coal fire as the stories were told. There was no electricity in the district in those days which created the perfectly scary backdrop for ghost stories.

In Jamaica there are many stories of hauntings and the paranormal, stories told over and over again from people who had encounters with ghosts. Though I had loved listening to the stories by a cozy fire in the dark night—surrounded by friends or family—sometimes, the stories filled me with genuine dread.

It was on one of those particularly eerie story-telling nights, stormy and windy with oppressive clouds hanging over our house. We tried to keep the chill away with a fire.

Abruptly, my cousin came rushing into the yard, clearly frightened. It was night, and he rushed in He babbling that ghosts were throwing stones at the house of a girl who we all knew. Of course, I thought he was joking at first, but he wouldn't calm down.

He told us the girl had stolen some money from a man who was into obeah, a form of folk magic sorcery. The man had gone to her house to ask for his money, but she told him to go away, and her mother literally ran the man from her property. But as he left he had sprinkled something from a small bottle he was holding and chanting various peculiar words. Many neighbours saw it, and new what it meant.

A few days later our neighbours were…

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By Madathilm Hanian

I should explain, first, that right my grandmother instilled a belief in ghosts, spirits, life after death and even demons from childhood. In my country, nearly everyone believes in ghosts. Grandmother used to say that many houses are haunted by souls with unfinished business in this world, or who cling to this reality without moving on. And she always said prayers for the spirits and to  protect people from them. I grew up saying the same prayers.

One experience I had during my bachelor life—in the early days of my career as a medical representative—reinforced my belief in spirits and ghosts. The work environment of a medical representative was very different in the early eighties .  My first posting was far away from my home town and this necessitated finding a suitable accommodation.  After two days of searching, I found accommodation on the first floor of an old house. The owner lived next door.

The owner of my house had an elder sister into her nineties. She was bedridden mainly due to her age rather than any disease. There was nothing doctors could do for her. She used to just lie in her bed and stare at the ceiling and the visitors without speaking.

During the monsoon that year her health deteriorated further and doctor said she was sinking and to expect the death at any moment. I was sad, thinking of her condition, and also disturbed by the thought of a fellow human being so close to the threshold. I used to have occasional dreams about ghosts which never bothered me much.  But in that house I was having the dreams every night, all through the night.  The dream was…

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By Becca Chow

Rapping, banging, flashes of light, sulphurous smells and a lost cat are my flash card memories of the my resident summer job at a housing facility for the handicapped. I had an apartment in the basement of a unit. The one constant, when I lived there, were the "ghost stories" and the sounds and glimpses of spirits.

One of my neighbours, Chuck, told a chilling story of opening his door to be greeted by a figure in an old fashioned tan suit, who looked at him and then vanished into thin air. A little girl in blue was spotted by several residents.  My friend Patty told me that she found a blue hair ribbon on her dresser, which gave me chills. I held the frayed ribbon in my hand before placing it back, and later that night Patty asked me what I had done with the ribbon; it had just disappeared.

My Cat Taunted by a Ghost

We were young enough and bold enough to want to meet our spirit neighbours, so we started playing with Ouija boards. Patty and I had one, as did our friends Chuck and Paul.  Our board never communicated when in the same room as theirs; our entity had identified himself as a young boy named Jeremy who had been killed by his father, Geoffrey.  Geoffrey himself was using the other board.

Sounds of music, parties, conversations and laughter would waft through heating ducts, and radio programs from days long past filled the apartments. One unsettling incident involved my missing cat who was meowing pathetically in the ductwork. When I went behind a bookshelf to unscrew the duct cover and found Cheetah sleeping there, I heard one last…

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My Ghost Story, a Spirit and Ghost Series

By Jonas Lindblad



The Lego Ghost

I have never told the following story to anyone before. I don't particularly believe in ghosts or the paranormal or anything, or at least I didn't until this happened to me. Now I'm unsure of what I should believe, but officially I still don't believe in anything I consider paranormal. I guess it could have been considered some kind of poltergeist or something, but I don't really know. Maybe it was God? Anyway, come to think of it, when I was a small kid I actually used to believe our house was haunted.

I remember it clearly now. We had been on a two-week family trip abroad and when we got home I realized something strange. There was an unopened set of Lego on my bed. The strange thing is that I had gotten an identical set for my birthday a month before the family trip. I asked my parents where the Lego set had come from. They had no idea. Nobody but we had keys to our house, as we had taken our dogs with us on the family trip, so we didn't need anyone to watch the house or any pets.

My childish mind thought up the name "The Lego Ghost" and went on with my life like normal. I just thought it was cool, because now I had two cool Lego cars to play with. Could it be that a ghost really was haunting the place? I don't know, I think I was eight years old back then, and I quickly forgot about the incident. Anyway, the real story I have for you takes place quite a few…

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My Ghost Story, a Spirit and Ghost Series

By Lady Eaglefeather



My grandfather is my guardian angel, literally.

In life, and after life, I was very close to him. I always felt, he knew me best, better than anyone else.

My mother's father was my best friend. I spent a great deal of time with him. When I was very young, you couldn't tear us apart. He was my biggest influence.

My grandfather was native American.  He taught me many of the things I live by today. He was a quiet man. I always knew what was in his heart. He was one of the only people who believed in my gifts and helped me develop them.

My grandfather passed away when I was nineteen years old.  

Since Three Years Old I Saw Spirits

I started seeing spirits when I was three years old. He helped me understand what they were.  And he explained that this was a gift from God. It was his encouragement that lead me towards metaphysical or paranormal science.  

When I was a young girl I would write short stories and read them to my grandfather. About six months ago,  I started having dreams about this.  I just knew they came from my grandfather.  He was telling me in images and dreams that it was time to fulfill my dream of being a writer.  I finally found a way to do it.  

My Son Saw His Spirit

My son has seen him walking around in our house. My son has described him in great detail, even though he never met him. My son had seen no pictures of grandfather. Yet, it was clear, from his descriptions,…

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Do You Think You Are Haunted - 5 Concrete Steps To Help Yourself

In the modern world, we find it increasingly difficult to talk about things such as ghosts, spirits, or hauntings, even though a Gallup Poll indicates 75% of Christians believe in ghosts and a belief in ghosts in nearly universal in many parts of Asia.

Denial is a wonderful thing, but when you experience a haunting, often you might be reluctant to seek help, despite these numbers. People might look at you "funny." Yet, it happens more often that you would like to believe.

Your Inner Sensor

We all have an inner sensor, that can tell clearly when we're in the presence of the active paranormal. Unfortunately, most of the time, we ignore it, play it down or rationalize it with logic and scientific explanations; very rarely we accept it, either missing an opportunity to learn and experience, or a warning that something's wrong.

What should you do if your inner sensor fires up? Most spirits, ghosts and hauntings are either harmless or imagined, but, very rarely, they can be frightening, sometimes dangerous. What appropriate and immediate remedial steps can ensure your safety in the event of a less-than-friendly ghost?

Take Action Immediately

First of all, act immediately. Don't second guess, talk yourself out of it, or…

My Ghost Story: A Series

We've asked you to send us stories of your own personal paranormal experiences in your own words. Our first submission is a chilling story of a Lady in White.

By S Sleutz

When I was a young girl years ago, I had a chilling experience with what I am sure was a ghost. This is a true story as far as I am concerned and no one can tell me any different. To this day, I can still vision it plain as day. The large house my family rented was old and creepy, especially to young children. It had squeaky floorboards, high ceilings and was cold most of the time without having a proper heating source for its size. I was later told that the house my family rented was close to two hundred years old at that time. There were fourteen large rooms in it all together and part of these rooms was sealed off with trying to conserve heat in this big drafty house. I remember always having a creepy feeling about this house and felt like I was always being watched. We lived there through most of my childhood because the rent was so affordable for my family.

My sister and I slept in the same bed because my family did not have the money to go out and purchase new beds for all the kids. There were five of us kids, me, my sister, and my three brothers. Me and my sister and two of my brothers slept upstairs at night. We had bedrooms that were right across the hallway from each other. My parents and baby brother slept downstairs. One night after laying down…