Real Ghost Stories Online

At fifteen, alone in Spain and accused of things he never did, he woke one night completely paralyzed—unable to move, unable to scream, watching a jagged, clawed hand reach for his face as a living shadow slid through his window. The room froze. A bodiless voice repeated the same chilling phrase three times: “The twins. The twins. The twins.” Then came months of psychic attacks—soul-pulling sensations, crushing chest pains, and icy forces that stalked him through empty siesta streets. When he finally left his aunt’s home, the attacks stopped. For a while.

Until Ireland.

One qu...

They thought they were being clever — buying a Ouija board from a metaphysical shop named ISIS and lighting the one candle color the instructions specifically warned them not to use. It was supposed to be a joke. A dare. A twenty-minute thrill.

But “Dan” wasn’t a joke.

The first sign was small: a single shoe flipping itself upright on the carpet while she watched. Then a kitchen cabinet she’d left open turned into a box of taco shells hurled across the room. The bed started vibrating at night — not shaking, but humming, as if someone was...

Some kids are afraid of the dark. Amanda learned to be afraid of the quiet.

Home alone for one of the first times, curled up in front of the TV in a tiny Willow Street apartment, she thought the worst thing that could happen was her parents taking too long at the grocery store. Instead, something else showed up.

Out of the corner of her eye, a shape gathered itself at the end of the hallway. Not a shadow exactly. Not a person, either. A white, misty figure that somehow felt male, standing just outside her...

At sunset, Woodland Cemetery glows gold and quiet—a place where grief feels softened by beauty. But when Laura from Ohio walked its winding paths one autumn evening, the stillness broke.

A small boy stood ahead on the trail—soaked to the bone, eyes wide, water dripping from his hair. He whispered one phrase that cut straight through the silence: “I’m cold.” Then he was gone.

The next instant, a massive black dog appeared—growling, its eyes burning red before it vanished into the air. And from deeper in the cemetery came something worse: a light that s...

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Chicago has its fair share of legends — but some stories never made it onto the postcards.

Long-time investigator Tony Szabelski has walked the alleys, theaters, and hotel hallways where the city’s ghosts still linger. And few places hold as much residual fear as the Iroquois Theater, where a single night of chaos left spirits with nowhere left to run. Then there’s the Congress Plaza Hotel — a place so charged with unexplained activity that even seasoned investigators refuse to wander certain floors alone.

In this conversation, Tony doe...

You don’t forget the sound of silence when the world goes dark. Or the way the air feels when something—something you can’t name—starts watching from the trees.

It was supposed to be a late-night dare: three friends, an old bridge, a forgotten cemetery. But when the headlights went out, the hillside came alive. Dozens of blue lights drifted between the graves… and one of them began to take shape.

What they saw that night can’t be explained by science, headlights, or ghost stories. The engine stalled. The lights moved closer. And something cr...

Most people fear voices in their heads. He built his whole life on them.

When a friend invited him on a quick car ride, the voices didn’t gently nudge him. They screamed at him not to go. Hours later, that friend was dead.

To the outside world he was just intuitive, gifted, “lucky.” A brilliant human resources manager who could read people like open books. But behind every perfect decision, every narrow escape, there was a real haunting—a “team” of entities guiding his career, his marriage, even the moment they told him it was finally time...

Some hauntings don’t cling to a house. They cling to a bloodline.

Kenny grew up knowing something watched his family long before he was born — a quiet, persistent shape that seemed to move with them from home to home, decade after decade. He always thought it was just his burden… until the day his wife began seeing something too. Something standing over the crib. Something gliding down the hallway. Something patient enough to wait in the corners and watch.

Then, for years, nothing. Silence. Normal life.

Until one night at 2:45 a.m., when an orb...

Some spirits don’t stay put. They don’t cling to a single house or a single room.
They cling to you.

At five or six years old, all they wanted was a simple afternoon nap at Grandma’s house. Broad daylight, fan humming, bedroom door open. Then, without a sound, something walked past that doorway — not a shadow, not a person, but a short, white, human-shaped mist, moving like it had weight, intention… and somewhere to be.

Years later, in a completely different city, in their family’s own home, it happened again. Same white, misty...

Some hauntings cling to old mansions, forgotten cemeteries, or places soaked in tragedy. But what happens when the spirit finds you instead?

For Phil and his family, every move was supposed to be a new beginning — new homes, new walls, clean slates. Yet something… came with them. It started as small things: scratches appearing overnight, a bed that trembled in the dark, a voice no one could trace.

Then came the boy. Crying. Angry. Demanding. Each time, the same question: “Where is it?”

From Northern California to San Diego, the family tried everything — blessings, prayers, e...

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Most people move into a house expecting quirks — creaking floors, pipes that complain, maybe a door that hates staying shut. Steve Blackwell moved in expecting all of that… and found something that was already waiting for him.

At 232 Birch, the knocks come from places no one stands. Shadows slip across doorways like they’re late for something. And every now and then, a small figure in pajamas wanders through the dark as if he’s still searching for a bedtime long past. But the strange thing? This isn’t Steve’s fi...

For most of his childhood, Jeremy’s North Dakota farm was the kind of place where nothing ever happened—until the land decided to wake up.

It began quietly: missing tools that reappeared exactly where he’d left them weeks later, strange lights hovering over the fields at night, and whispers about the Red River valley—where locals swore something old and unholy roamed after dark. Then one cold autumn evening, Jeremy stayed late to finish a job, his dog suddenly growling at the woods. When he looked toward the tree line, two red eyes glowed back at him, unb...

Some haunted house stories start after someone dies. Hers started when she was four.

Her bed shook at night. The garage door slammed on its own. And from her room above the garage, she heard things moving when no one was awake. Then came the voice.

At eleven, the line between dream and reality shattered. A deep male voice called her name. Strange, intimate “dreams” began, with an unseen presence touching her, answering her questions, and refusing to show its face. Years later, after a long silence during pregnancy and motherhood, it returned — in her boyfriend’s bed, t...

When they built their dream home nearly two decades ago, they expected the usual first-year adjustments — settling beams, dusty drywall, that kind of thing. What they didn’t expect was the hallway. A long, narrow stretch leading to the children’s bedrooms, thick with a heaviness so real it made the mother’s skin prickle every time she walked through it. Especially near the youngest child’s room… a room she could hardly step into without feeling watched.

The activity began quietly. Then violently. And one night, something in that room made itself known. But this isn’t a story about...

You’re nine years old, sprinting across the yard in a game of hide-and-seek you’ve played a hundred times. The only light is the porch glow behind you. The creek is dry, the concrete tunnels are the perfect hiding place… until you see that someone is already standing there.

A broad, solid body. Pitch-black silhouette. And where the human head should be—
 a Rottweiler’s. It’s staring straight at you.

The next thing you know, you’re being dragged out from under the kitchen sink hours later, cabinet doors shut, cleaning bottles shoved in around you l...

What was supposed to be a lighthearted “haunted vacation” turned chilling when two friends wandered into the Titanic exhibit at Mandalay Bay — long after the rest of the group had gone. The decks were quiet, the stars glowed faintly overhead, and the Atlantic night surrounded them in silence. Then came the voice.

“LEAVE.”

A word that didn’t echo. Didn’t come from any direction. Just appeared — deep, commanding, and close enough to feel the breath behind it. Moments later, a man with white hair stood in the doorway… and vanished down the hall.

Staff insisted the...

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Most people move into a house expecting quirks — creaking floors, pipes that complain, maybe a door that hates staying shut. Steve Blackwell moved in expecting all of that… and found something that was already waiting for him.

At 232 Birch, the knocks come from places no one stands. Shadows slip across doorways like they’re late for something. And every now and then, a small figure in pajamas wanders through the dark as if he’s still searching for a bedtime long past. But the strange thing? This isn’t Steve’s fi...

In the quiet hollows of Kentucky, some legends never die—they just wait for you to come home.

For generations, Caitlin’s family heard the same stories whispered through the trees: a black panther that stalked the hills, a woman’s scream that froze the night, and something darker that watched from just beyond the light. Her great-grandmother never believed any of it… until the morning she found her hair ribbon torn to shreds, clawed apart by something no one ever saw.

Decades later, Caitlin would learn that the legends weren’t just stories—they were warnings. On...

Most hauntings fade with childhood. His didn’t. His first encounter with the paranormal happened at fifteen — a night when a spindly shadow-hand reached toward his face, choking the breath from his lungs while a voice whispered a name he’d never forget: “The Twins.” What began as sleep paralysis turned into a real haunting, complete with dark figures slipping through walls, chest-crushing attacks, and shadows that moved with purpose.

For years he outran it — leaving Spain, starting over in London, trying to rebuild a normal life. But the darkness wasn’t finished. It returned with visions, paralysis, and the same i...

Some dreams flicker away the moment you wake up. Others cling to you with the weight of something that feels… foreign.

She had  a nightmare so vivid, so structured, and so wrong that the woman who experienced it woke with one overwhelming certainty: evil had been in the room with her. The dream didn’t behave like a dream — doors opened on their own, rooms shifted, and something on the other side seemed intent on drawing her deeper.

When she later shared the experience with a spiritually sensitive friend, the response was unsettling: “It wasn’t scaring you...

Some hauntings are violent. Some are heartbreaking. And some — unbelievably — are mischievous.

In the late 1990s, a young woman named Layla took what seemed like a dream job: working at a historic museum and living rent-free inside the founder’s sprawling ranch-style mansion, the same place where celebrities and VIPs stayed when passing through Wyoming. She had the entire house mostly to herself. A private basement suite. Quiet halls. A grand piano.
And one other resident.

The staff warned her gently: “The founder is still here. He’s friendly. He just… plays.”

After that, the pran...

A brand-new house isn’t supposed to be haunted. But what if it’s not the house at all… what if it’s the ground beneath it?

When a young girl’s family builds their dream home in a quiet New Jersey village, the past refuses to stay buried. It begins with laughter in the dark — cruel, mocking voices that echo from an empty room. Years later, it returns in a far more chilling form: the familiar figure of her mother, silently leading her down the stairs… into something waiting below.

Decades later, the memories haven’t faded. The lan...

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Some psychics discover their abilities as adults. Cynthia Killion didn’t get that choice.

Her first awakening struck when she was just five years old — long before she understood what it meant to feel energy that wasn’t hers, or hear whispers from places no one else could sense. As she grew up, the voices didn’t fade. The visions didn’t stop. Instead, they sharpened, pulling her toward a path she couldn’t ignore.

Decades later, she’s not only a seasoned psychic medium but an astrologer and...

In 1985, a teenager in Dodge City, Kansas, thought an ordinary night of curiosity couldn’t hurt. His sister owned a Ouija board—something to joke about, a party trick for bored teens. But what happened that night would make sure he never touched one again.

When he and his sister placed their hands on the planchette, it moved with deliberate slowness, spelling out a single name: David. They laughed, asking lighthearted questions—until he asked what the word goodbye at the bottom of the board meant.

The board spelled it out clearly: It’s for my mother.<...

Some hauntings never stay inside the walls they began in. This story follows a girl raised in the shadows of New Orleans — a place where the ground itself breathes history and the dead are never truly gone. Her childhood home wasn’t just unstable because of the violent man who lived there; it was alive with something older, something watching.

It started with whispered voices calling her name, objects moving when no one was near, and the unmistakable feeling of being studied. But the night she saw a shimmering man in the hallway — a figure that sprinted through the ai...

Some houses come with creaky floors and old wiring. Hers came with graves in the backyard.

In this episode, we follow a caller who grew up in a seemingly ordinary Ontario home… until her dad dug up engraved bricks in the yard, each marked with a name, birth year, and death year. That’s when the strange began. A normal after-school afternoon turned chilling when she saw her little sister sitting on the stairs, silently glaring — only to learn her real sister had been in the kitchen the entire time. If that wasn’t enough, a basement renovation ended wi...

It was just another Delta L-1011 on the tarmac at Dallas-Fort Worth—except everyone on the ground crew knew this one had a history. Buried deep within its systems were replacement parts salvaged from Eastern Airlines Flight 401, the 1972 crash that killed more than a hundred people. The plane flew again—but not alone.

Todd worked that jet for five years. And during that time, he and countless others began to see them: crew members who didn’t belong to Delta… uniforms decades out of date… smiles that vanished into thin air.

Whispers in the galley. Shadows in the ref...

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Some psychics discover their abilities as adults. Cynthia Killion didn’t get that choice.

Her first awakening struck when she was just five years old — long before she understood what it meant to feel energy that wasn’t hers, or hear whispers from places no one else could sense. As she grew up, the voices didn’t fade. The visions didn’t stop. Instead, they sharpened, pulling her toward a path she couldn’t ignore.

Decades later, she’s not only a seasoned psychic medium but an astrologer and...

At just eleven years old, she should’ve been thinking about school and summer plans—not life and death. But when a sudden illness sent her into emergency surgery, everything changed.

Doctors fought to save her as her body gave out on the table. But while they worked, she was watching… from above.

Then came the music: angelic voices rising in harmony, filling the room with warmth and radiance. One by one, the figures of light turned toward her and spoke: It isn’t your time.

When she woke, her words stunned everyone in the room...

Some people grow up haunted by memories. Others grow up haunted, period.

For one military family, every move should have been a fresh start—Pennsylvania, Colorado, and beyond. But for their son, the darkness always unpacked right beside him. Footsteps charging down hallways, warm breath on his face when no one was there, and laughter that bled through walls long after midnight. Each house offered a brief peace before the pattern began again: the lights clicking on and off by unseen hands, shadows moving with purpose, and a pale face grinning from the porch outside his window.

In a small town outside the Quad Cities, the shadows came first—quick, darting things that slipped across walls when no one was looking. Her father saw them, her stepmother feared them, but it was the daughter who saw what the others couldn’t. One afternoon, she stepped out of her bedroom and froze at the sight of a little blond boy on the stairs—blue eyes, striped shirt, denim overalls. He looked right at her, then turned and vanished before her eyes.

It wasn’t imagination. Not in that house. Not after the night her stepmother fled a toweri...

A college studio in Hays, Kansas won’t let its tenant sleep—alarms blare with no power, and a pale figure stands watch in the corner. Years later, another apartment whispers a woman’s name into empty rooms while a baby wakes in terror, eyes locked on a doorway no one else dares to stare down. A sudden fever spikes, a seizure hits, and the family bolts to a new town… where the bed still dips under unseen weight and children keep hearing their names.

Then a second caller describes the kind of night you only talk about once: da...

She didn’t believe in ghosts—only in the way a room can bristle like a fight just happened. At a living-history park, she opened the same log house each morning and was often hit by a wave of anger, like walking into someone else’s argument. She’d quietly “greet the lady of the house,” and most days the air would settle… until it didn’t.

From her chair with a clear view of the swollen, heavy door, she’d hear it yanked open—groaning, scraping—while it never actually moved. Children’s laughter rose from the empty grass court. Men’s...

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Leslie Rule doesn’t just tell ghost stories—she proves them. In her latest book, Haunted in America: True Ghost Stories From The Best of Leslie Rule Collection, she dives deep into chilling tales that span decades and states, uncovering the history, tragedy, and truth behind each haunting.

Leslie shares how her lifelong curiosity—and years of meticulous research—led her to document real encounters with the supernatural. Every story she tells is grounded in fact, supported by interviews, archives, and firsthand experiences from those who’ve faced the unexplaina...

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Leslie Rule doesn’t just tell ghost stories—she proves them. In her latest book, Haunted in America: True Ghost Stories From The Best of Leslie Rule Collection, she dives deep into chilling tales that span decades and states, uncovering the history, tragedy, and truth behind each haunting.

Leslie shares how her lifelong curiosity—and years of meticulous research—led her to document real encounters with the supernatural. Every story she tells is grounded in fact, supported by interviews, archives, and firsthand experiences from those who’ve faced the unexplaina...

It began with an apartment overlooking a cemetery in Iowa City—a small place, young couple, cheap rent. What followed was years of escalating terror that refused to stay contained within four walls. Curtains that opened on their own. A porcelain doll staring toward the graves. Voices caught on answering machines. A priest who admitted the darkness was beyond his training.

But moving didn’t stop it. It only gave it new walls to inhabit. From the coastal apartment where a child laughed at something called “the witch”—to a new house where even the dog obeyed a voice that...

Some houses don’t wait for nightfall to reveal what’s inside them.

When Mia was five, a closet door in her family’s new home began opening on its own—slowly, deliberately—before slamming shut as if something unseen lurked behind it. Years later, home alone at sixteen, she saw a blonde girl in a blue dress appear in her doorway. The girl met her eyes and whispered, “Get up, Mia.” Then vanished.

Elsewhere in Las Vegas, another family found their apartment locking itself, footsteps pacing above their second-floor ceiling, and a child speaking to an invisible m...

Victoria only meant to ask her father-in-law a question. She knocks, waits, and hears a knock back—playful, human. Except he isn’t in the room. He’s walking in from the garage on the far side of the house.

Years earlier, the same man faced something darker. Soda cans crashed in the night, children whispered to invisible friends, and a little girl’s mattress shoved itself off the frame. When they finally moved out, a neighbor told him the truth: a teenage girl had been murdered in that very room. Alone a few nights later, he woke to the s...

She works with death every day—but some cases don’t stay on the scene.

As a death investigator, she’s seen more than her share of tragedy: suicides, lonely deaths, rooms that still hum with the energy of what just happened. But soon after her first case—a man who took his own life—her children began hearing her voice when she wasn’t home. They saw figures move from room to room. Something had followed her back.

At another scene, she knelt beside the deceased to place an ankle tag when the house fell utterly sile...

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Dan Rivera has lived with the supernatural since childhood. Growing up in a home where his aunt practiced Santeria, he learned early that spirits are real—and that both good and evil can be influenced by the living. Those experiences shaped his understanding of spiritual warfare and led him to a calling that few are brave enough to follow.

Now the lead investigator for the New England Society for Paranormal Research, founded by Ed and Lorraine Warren, Dan continues their legacy of confronting the darkest aspects of the paranormal. In...