Real Ghost Stories Online

Some people call it a gift — the ability to see spirits. For her, it’s always been a curse.

Since childhood, she’s seen them: the laughing men in the corners, the faceless figures at her bedside, the man who floats instead of walking. Wherever she goes, the haunting follows.

It began in a small house where taps turned on by themselves and voices whispered through the walls. It followed her into a church house, where a figure that looked like her grandfather appeared — and pinned her to the bed. Later, in her aunt’s home, she saw hi...

Three friends. An empty house. A cold UK night. It should’ve been a normal 2016 sleepover… until the thing in the garden showed up wearing their friend’s face.

It started with tapping and scratching upstairs — no parents home, no landline, no way to call for help. Then, outside in the dark, one of the boys comes face-to-face with “Jacob”… except Jacob was already inside watching TV. The version outside had no expression, no warmth — and in a voice that sounded human but wasn’t, it told him: “Lock the tent, mate.” That’s when they realized what they were dealing with...

What would you do if, on Halloween morning, before sunrise, you turned a dark hill road and found someone standing in your lane — dressed in an old hospital gown, black hair hanging, face too dark to be human… and smiling?

In this true ghost story from Real Ghost Stories Online, a worker in Wheeling, USA, drives past a hospice and a nearby convent — the same convent rumored to be haunted by a young nun murdered in the 1970s — when he encounters what he calls “The Ringer Ghost.” She looked like the girl from The Ring: long, shimmery black hair, pale g...

For more than two decades, one woman has lived in a house where something unseen watches, waits—and sometimes touches. It began quietly: a drawer opening on its own, footsteps on the stairs, creaks where there were no pets left to make them. But what started as curious soon turned into terror.

Her boyfriend was yanked by the leg in the middle of the night. A worker watched a stuffed animal fly across the bedroom. Doors slammed, drawers opened, and then came the growling—deep, guttural, and far too close. Even the bravest men she brought into the hous...

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE

Long before she became a respected voice in the paranormal world, Amanda Quill was a child consumed by questions the living couldn’t answer. Growing up between Canada and Scotland, she felt the pull of the unseen—drawn to haunted places, mysterious energies, and the secrets whispered by the dead.

In this classic episode of The Grave Talks, we explore the early years of Amanda’s extraordinary journey. At a time when few dared to speak openly about ghostly encounters or the spirit realm, Amanda was already searching for the tr...

Her first haunting began after visiting historic St. Mary’s City, where she felt an overwhelming sadness she couldn’t explain. When she returned home, that sorrow turned into something else entirely — a presence. He was a 13-year-old boy who made himself known by stealing objects, knocking things over, and showing jealousy whenever her boyfriend came around. His energy was mischievous… but possessive. After two days of tears and endless footsteps echoing through her home, she called a priest. The blessing worked — for a while.

Years later, another spirit found her. This time, after visiting Point Lookout — once a Civil War...

He didn’t believe in ghosts. He didn’t believe in God. But disbelief doesn’t protect you.

After a family funeral, he reconnected with a young cousin who claimed something dark had followed her for years. Scratches appeared overnight. Voices whispered through walls. He tried to reason it away — until the haunting followed him.

It began with a voice on the baby monitor — soft, steady, speaking his name. Toys moved on their own. The air froze in seconds. Then his wife felt the bed sink beside her, as if a small body had climbed in… but no one w...

It started long before she was born — back when her mother’s side dabbled in things they shouldn’t have. Black magic. Witchcraft. Doors opened, never shut. Years later, she and her siblings were still dealing with it: toys moving on their own, shadows in the house, and a woman in white only her mom could see.

Then they moved to Illinois.

Behind the house sat an old, off-limits chicken coop. One summer night, camping in the yard, she looked up and saw a little boy staring at them from the coop window. No one else saw hi...

A dream showed her his face before he was even born — a rich chestnut colt with a wide white blaze, nothing like his parents. The night he finally arrived, the birth nearly went wrong. His leg was stuck, his tongue was blue, and there was a 30-minute window before they could lose both mare and foal. But he made it. And in every photo from that night, the stable is full of orbs — or, as she believes, the help that pulled him through.

She called him Buddy. He grew into her “heart horse,” the one you only get once. Wh...

When she moved back to New Jersey in 1990, all she wanted was an affordable place to live — not a haunting. 

At first, she dismissed it as imagination. Then came the faint blue glow. It hovered in the hallway, near the back-room door — the same room where her washing machine sat. She walked through it once… and that was enough. Soon she felt it touch her — something unseen grabbing her shoulder, paralyzing her with fear. Nights turned restless. Doors locked themselves. She began waking at 3 a.m. every night, drenched in panic.

Holy water quieted the light, but not t...

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE

Long before she became a respected voice in the paranormal world, Amanda Quill was a child consumed by questions the living couldn’t answer. Growing up between Canada and Scotland, she felt the pull of the unseen—drawn to haunted places, mysterious energies, and the secrets whispered by the dead.

In this classic episode of The Grave Talks, we explore the early years of Amanda’s extraordinary journey. At a time when few dared to speak openly about ghostly encounters or the spirit realm, Amanda was already searching for the tr...

Not all hauntings begin with fear — sometimes, they start with disbelief.

When Chloe agreed to teach a little girl piano lessons one summer in Lafayette, Louisiana, she never imagined it would turn into one of the creepiest true ghost stories she’d ever tell. Her neighbor had warned her about the sounds of children running and laughing through the house — but Chloe brushed it off as imagination.

That changed the day she poured a glass of water for her student’s “imaginary friend.” The moment she set it on the table, the second glass slid across the wood on...

Some hauntings begin with fear. Lotus’s began with faith.

Born a pastor’s daughter in Denver, she was raised to cast out demons—until one started fighting back. The family’s “blessed” home in Golden, Colorado, hid rot behind the wallpaper and something breathing beneath the stairs. Toys froze to walls. Her sister was bitten by invisible teeth. Her mother was pushed down the basement steps by a black-hooded shape. Prayer didn’t stop it. It seemed to feed it.

Years later, the evil followed her into adulthood—through a fatal-looking car crash marked with the number 213...

Some hauntings don’t wait for old Victorians, tragic deaths, or cursed land. Sometimes they happen in the kind of house that shouldn’t be haunted at all — a normal, newer family home where nothing bad ever happened. That’s what makes this one so unnerving.

After a late-night horror movie, an 18-year-old steps out of the shower and hears it: slow, deliberate footsteps crossing the open-plan living room… directly toward the hallway… and stopping right outside the bathroom where he’s standing. No siblings. No parents. No pets. Just boots on the floor of a house that should’ve been...

Some places in rural Nebraska were left to rot — this one refused to be empty. A group of friends in the late ’70s explored an old farmhouse for fun, flashlights in hand, expecting raccoons… not a full-on intelligent haunting. They heard the front door open, heavy footsteps cross the floor, and a slow walk straight toward the basement where they were hiding. Then — every flashlight died at the exact same second. In total darkness, they listened as those boots reached the top of the stairs… and started coming down. When the lights finally flicked back on, no one was there.

W...

When Mandi moved into her first apartment with her roommate Megan, she expected noisy neighbors and broken blinds—not a haunting.

At first, it was just small things. Footsteps in the hall when no one was home. Lights flicking on in the middle of the night. Doors that refused to stay shut. But the night Megan’s friend screamed from behind a slammed bedroom door, everything changed.

Curiosity turned into fear when the three women tried to communicate with whatever was in their apartment. They placed a bottle on the floor and asked it to move. Noth...

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE!

Deep beneath the quiet hills of Tennessee lies one of the most feared places in America — the Bell Witch Cave. For over two hundred years, whispers of curses, ghostly screams, and violent encounters have refused to fade. Some say the witch never died. Others claim she’s waiting in the dark for anyone brave enough to call her name.

In this classic episode of The Grave Talks, we speak with Candy Wooten, Director of Operations at the Bell Witch Cave, who has witnessed the unexplainable firsthand. From chilling apparitions that...

Some spirits return to comfort us. Others come back for reasons we don’t understand.

In this true paranormal double feature, two stories collide — one radiant with hope, the other steeped in fear.

The first comes from a listener who lost her beloved Uncle Dave, a man whose laughter filled her childhood. After a horrific construction accident claimed his life, the family grieved deeply — until a strange sign appeared. In a photo that had always hung in their living room, faint shapes began to emerge: two angels etched into the corners, and in the center, a clear...

This is not your average haunting — it’s a bloodline wired to the other side. From the moment Devin was born, the dead knew his name.

By six years old, he was leaving his bed every night at 3 a.m., drawn down a dark hallway he couldn’t resist. The shadows would gather, breathing, watching. When he was ten, the house finally showed itself — hundreds of glowing eyes bursting open across the walls as whispers screamed his name. Most kids would’ve broken. Devin didn’t. Something inside him woke up — something ancient, furious, inherited.

Years later, his gre...

A listener from Salt Lake City, Utah, recounts a lifetime of escalating paranormal activity inside a normal-looking 1960s home — a house her parents dismissed, but one that seemed fully aware of her. As a kid, her bed shook violently in the middle of the night. Every time she ran to her parents, she was told it was “just a truck.” But the shaking didn’t stop. Then came the dread. Standing in the hallway. Using the bathroom at night. Feeling a hand reach for the light switch when no one was near. Something was there. Something that wanted her to know it...

A quiet school night turns strange when an 11-year-old locks himself in the bathroom, crying that something stomped up behind him. In the mirror, he sees a figure—pure white, human-shaped, with horns and a star on its chest. Weeks earlier, the lights in that same room cut out for a full ten seconds. Coincidence—or the first warning? His mom believes him, keeps him calm, and starts looking for answers while trying not to plant scarier ones.

Next, we head to a Wisconsin basement where two siblings test their nerves: moving shadows, a whispered “no” captured on an EVP a...

Some stories don’t start with an old house—they start with the land itself.

Generations of one family grew up on the same Talbot County property, a patch of ground that had seen everything from hard work and laughter to pain and tragedy. For decades, the family whispered about strange things that happened in the back bedroom—the one nobody wanted to sleep in. But for one kid who grew up there, the haunting wasn’t confined to four walls.

It began the night he woke up unable to move. A shadow leaned close, breathing softly i...

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE!

Deep beneath the quiet hills of Tennessee lies one of the most feared places in America — the Bell Witch Cave. For over two hundred years, whispers of curses, ghostly screams, and violent encounters have refused to fade. Some say the witch never died. Others claim she’s waiting in the dark for anyone brave enough to call her name.

In this classic episode of The Grave Talks, we speak with Candy Wooten, Director of Operations at the Bell Witch Cave, who has witnessed the unexplainable firsthand. From chilling apparitions that...

What if the happiest place on Earth wasn’t so happy after dark? And what if your dreams weren’t dreams at all — but conversations with the dead?

In this episode of Real Ghost Stories Online, two chilling true paranormal encounters reveal how easily the supernatural can slip into everyday life.

First comes Zoey’s story, a Walt Disney World trip turned strange. At fifteen, she and her friends rode the Rock ’n’ Roller Coaster again and again — until one ride changed everything. A friendly older man sat beside her friend, posing for the camera as they rocketed...

Some people spend their lives chasing ghosts. But for one woman from Ontario… the ghosts have been chasing her.

At just five years old, she survived a deadly car crash that claimed her mother’s life on a frozen highway outside Carp, Ontario. But death didn’t end there — it followed her home. Months later, she saw her mother again, sitting on a swing beneath a weeping willow, smiling and calling her name. When she blinked, her mother was gone — leaving only an empty swing moving in the wind.

That was the beginning of a lifetime of real ha...

Not every haunting starts with a whisper in the dark. Sometimes it starts with a television fading to black. Janet from East Texas shares a chilling premonition from her teens: a dream of Bonanza’s Hoss Cartwright slowly collapsing into that old CRT “pin-dot” just hours before the real Dan Blocker died. Coincidence—or a goodbye that arrived through the glow of a screen?

From there, we step into a different kind of dread: a hospital hallway, a five-year-old wanderer, and the first sighting of a towering shadow man with a hat and burning red eyes. He doesn’t stay in...

Some nights, memory lies. It edits what really happened — swaps faces, softens edges, turns a shadow into Santa.

But what if those changes aren’t mistakes… what if they’re protection?

Tonight, we explore the thin border where childhood wonder, digital curiosity, and the afterlife all blur together. A Christmas Eve sighting that was never what it seemed. A ghost that answers through a phone screen. A friend who returns after surgery… to say goodbye. Three moments, decades apart, all asking the same question: how much can we trust what we remember — and what if the truth is far...

It started like any other small-town friendship—two kids growing up together, sharing rides to Sunday school and talking about life under the streetlights. But when Maria began taking shortcuts home through the dark alleys behind the warehouses, she saw something that changed everything.

A boy bleeding in the dirt. A whisper that begged for help. A figure that vanished the moment she reached out. From that night on, Maria claimed she was never alone again.

Her friend thought she was imagining things—until the night his father got a strange late-night call to “pick her up” be...

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE

The American Revolution was a birth drenched in blood — a fight for freedom that left behind not just bodies, but echoes.

Centuries later, those echoes still resonate. From the shadowed fields of Lexington and Concord to the haunted hills of Valley Forge, countless witnesses report seeing soldiers still marching, hearing drums in the night, and feeling the weight of a war that never truly ended.

Author and historian Sam Baltrusis joins us to explore the ghosts of the American Revolution — the trapped souls, emotional imprints, and unhealed woun...

Some hauntings don’t scream — they whisper. They begin with a reflection that doesn’t belong, a heartbeat that quickens before the mind can name the fear.

Jill from Illinois experiences a haunting unlike any other. It starts on a quiet night at her computer, when a friend’s frantic message flashes across her screen: “There’s something behind you.” She turns toward the kitchen—and in the mirrored surface of the dishwasher, she sees him.

A small boy, maybe six or seven, with tear-streaked cheeks, a faded striped shirt, and a red scratch above one brow. He looks ex...

Some hauntings start with a knock in the dark. Hers began at age four with a bed that shook on its own—and a garage door slamming in the middle of the night when no one was there. This is a true story of a haunting that matured with its victim: from a child’s terror to a teenager’s incubus-like dreams, to an adult who made one mistake—asking a DIY Ouija board if anyone was there. The board answered with two letters: R.C.

What followed is the kind of real haunting you can’t shrug off. Sleep...

Some dreams break the rules. They don’t fade with daylight. They arrive with answers you never got to ask—soft as a hand through your hair, certain as a voice that shouldn’t be there anymore.

This isn’t a ghost story that slams doors or boots across hallways. It’s the kind that sneaks in on a school night, after the worst phone call of your life, and rebuilds a sleepover that never happened. Two friends. One question: Are you okay where you are? The reply is simple, impossible, and exactly what the living need but rarely rec...

The desert doesn’t just hold heat — it holds silence. And sometimes, it holds something else entirely.

When a struggling family escaped Los Angeles for the empty stretches of the Mojave, they thought they were leaving their troubles behind. But on two acres of dust and wind, isolation wasn’t their only company. What arrived with the night wasn’t hunger or loneliness — it was something ancient, something uninvited, and something that came when prayers turned to screams.

During an all-night vigil meant to “bless the home,” an old woman in black stepped across their threshold — veiled, drooling...

Some houses warn you before you ever touch the doorknob. His place in Tacoma did—air like lead on the walk up, worse in the hallway where a tiny “Harry Potter” crawlspace door watched everything pass. One night, she woke frozen, eyes the only thing that still belonged to her. At the foot of the bed: a shadow man—not on the wall, but there—standing, staring, waiting. The moment she blinked, he vanished—and control slipped back into her body.

Years later in Roy, Washington, it wasn’t a teenage dare. It was home. A 1930s farmhouse stacked with a...

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE

The American Revolution was a birth drenched in blood — a fight for freedom that left behind not just bodies, but echoes.

Centuries later, those echoes still resonate. From the shadowed fields of Lexington and Concord to the haunted hills of Valley Forge, countless witnesses report seeing soldiers still marching, hearing drums in the night, and feeling the weight of a war that never truly ended.

Author and historian Sam Baltrusis joins us to explore the ghosts of the American Revolution — the trapped souls, emotional imprints, and unhealed woun...

It started like any normal night in a quiet London flat — until things began to vanish. First, small items: CDs, jewelry, trinkets. Then, the cold certainty that something unseen was moving between rooms. When one flatmate screamed in terror, the truth revealed itself — a Victorian woman in full 19th-century dress, standing silently behind her.
 
The spirit of the lady looked directly at her — holding open a book with a secret letter inside, pleading for someone to find it. When morning came, a hollow wall revealed what might have been the ghost’s lost fireplace… and her final message.

Me...

From the moment the youngest child was born, strange things followed wherever they went. A shadow in a Halloween mask watched from the closet. Doors slammed in empty rooms. Toys moved on their own. But every time they moved houses, the same spirits came too. The haunting didn’t belong to the walls—it belonged to them.

In one home, a bubble of light appeared from nowhere, floating in midair before vanishing. Soon after, the family’s fortune collapsed. In another house, the youngest saw a black figure standing at the end of the hall, a faceless silhouette they c...

It began with footsteps on the attic stairs. Then came the growls. The shifting toys. The feeling that something in Meridian was watching.

For most families, moving five times in the same small town might sound ordinary. But for one girl growing up in Meridian, every new house felt like the same presence was waiting—patient, familiar, and more intelligent than coincidence. It started when she was a child sharing a bunk bed with her sister. At night, they’d hear slow, deliberate steps above their closet. Years later, in the basement of another home, her stuffed cat turn...

When Cheryl walked into that palliative care room, the air didn’t feel like a hospital—it felt like a threshold. Her mother would drift, smile at something no one else could see, and whisper, “It’s so beautiful.” Then one name—Mildred—a grandmother Cheryl’s mom never knew, slips from her lips like a breadcrumb from the other side.

Cheryl decides to try one last ritual: reading aloud the book her mother loved but she herself never bothered to open. Page by page, morning after morning, her mother’s eyes find the words. The room calms. Time bends. And as...

Two cousins are house-sitting a secluded Airbnb when the second night breaks open at 2:00 a.m. One cousin sees a lanky, crouched shadow figure perched over the bed—humanoid, pitch-black, almost curious. It turns as if noticing them both, holds for a beat, and then blinks out. Doors are locked, windows secure, crawl space empty—yet something was there. They grab their keys and leave at 4 a.m., because sometimes survival looks like headlights and an empty highway.

Then: a different kind of haunting. A listener’s coworker swears he saw him—same outfit, same store, same phone model—te...