Real Ghost Stories Online

Some encounters stay with you—not because they terrified you, but because they were undeniably real. In this episode, a caller from Ontario shares two of the most intimate brushes with the supernatural: moments where loss, love, and the afterlife seemed to touch the same space.

It begins on the night he learns his grandmother has passed. As the weight of the news settles in, something else enters the room—quiet, gentle, and unmistakably familiar. What appears at the foot of his bed isn’t a shadow or a trick of grief… but two figures watching over him with a p...

What happens when a “just for fun” ghost app stops acting like a gimmick… and starts acting like it knows you?

In tonight’s real ghost story, a listener finally gives in to curiosity and downloads a paranormal app while playing fetch with the family dog. The plan is simple: turn it on, don’t talk to it, and prove to herself it’s nothing more than random noise and spooky marketing.

For a few minutes, that’s exactly what it feels like—glitchy words, scrambled sounds, nothing to take seriously. Then the phone displays something it should never...

Some signs arrive softly — a feeling, a memory, a sense of someone standing just behind you. Others arrive through a device that shouldn’t be speaking at all. In today’s episode, we explore a story of grief, connection, and a message delivered through a voice no one expected to hear again.

After the sudden loss of her beloved father, a listener found comfort in the small ways he still seemed to stay close: a familiar warning whispered in her mind, a calming presence during a medical emergency, and the sense that he was still looking out for “his girl...

Military housing has its own rhythm — the kind of rhythm built from constant moving, constant turnover, and the ghosts of routines long abandoned. Every base kid knows the feeling: identical houses lined up in neat rows, walls thin enough to hear your neighbors breathe, and a strange quiet that settles deep at night.

But sometimes a house doesn’t just hold memories. Sometimes it keeps them alive.

In this episode, we explore a haunting wrapped not in fear, but in familiarity — one that crept into a North Carolina duplex in subtle, unmistakable ways. A scent that seemed...

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Missouri carries a strange kind of magic—one stitched together from outlaw folklore, Civil War scars, back-road ghost tales, and things no one can quite explain. It’s a state where legends don’t fade; they simply shift, settle, and keep walking. And if anyone knows where those stories hide, it’s Jason Offutt.

In this episode, we step into the shadows with a man who didn’t just study the paranormal—he grew up living with it. Long before he became one of Missouri’s most compelling chroniclers of hauntings...

We explore a family’s series of chilling premonitions surrounding the tragic death of a U.S. Marine in Afghanistan. Two weeks before the news came, a mother dreamt of her own father — expression heavy, head shaking, as if carrying a truth he couldn’t speak aloud. And when her son was killed by an IED, the details revealed later would echo her dreams with terrifying precision.

But that was only the beginning.

On the night her son’s body was flown home, she dreamt again — this time finding him in a desert beside a crumbling brick wall...

Some houses whisper. Hers watched. From the time she was barely old enough to reach the doorknob, she understood instinctively that something inside her childhood home was studying her—waiting, choosing its moments carefully. Shadows leaned where they shouldn’t. Objects fell with intent. Dreams bled into waking life until she could no longer tell which threats came from sleep and which stood inches from her face.

But the nightmare sharpened the year her baby sister was nearly taken by something no child should ever see. What followed was not one haunting, but a progression—a presence that grew b...

Some hauntings leave a mark—others leave a silence that no one in the family dares speak into. In this episode, we explore a chilling trail of experiences that began with a simple teenage experiment: a Ouija board that claimed to channel the voice of Elvis. But what seemed like a harmless moment of curiosity opened the door to something far older, far darker, and far more persistent than any impersonated celebrity spirit.

Across generations, one family found themselves shadowed by a presence that refused to be ignored. A mother watched figures move in her doorway. A baby sc...

Some kids outgrow Santa. Others see him walk out their front door.

On a warm Southern California Christmas morning, an eight-year-old wakes up before anyone else, ready to sneak a peek at the presents under the tree. The front door is open to let in the cool air, the holiday bells on the screen are still, and the house is quiet.

Then the bells jingle.

Frozen in the hallway, they watch as someone in a red jacket steps through the front door and out into the dark—no heavy footfalls, no click of the de...

Ghost Tube, an app said to use a built-in dictionary of words and phrases, wastes no time responding to a simple question: “Is there anyone with me tonight?” The reply is instant. A name. Then later, as the listener rolls away from the phone, the app speaks again — this time with a phrase that feels far too aware of what’s happening in the room.

But the story doesn’t end with one app. While testing the Ghost Tube SLS feature — the kind that maps stick-figure anomalies like on TV ghost shows — strange shapes appear and vanish around a kitchen tabl...

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Missouri carries a strange kind of magic—one stitched together from outlaw folklore, Civil War scars, back-road ghost tales, and things no one can quite explain. It’s a state where legends don’t fade; they simply shift, settle, and keep walking. And if anyone knows where those stories hide, it’s Jason Offutt.

In this episode, we step into the shadows with a man who didn’t just study the paranormal—he grew up living with it. Long before he became one of Missouri’s most compelling chroniclers of hauntings...

From the moment she was a child on the Marine Corps Base in Oahu, she felt it—an awareness that seemed to rise from the ground beneath her feet, follow her through sterile school hallways, and settle into the shadows of her home. Dreams of a girl in a long blue dress, sprinting for her life. A locket slipping between wooden steps. A whisper inside a bathroom stall spelling out her name and a command she didn’t understand.

But Hawaii wasn’t the end.

Whatever watched her there crossed the ocean with her. It appeared in the...

In a family that moved constantly for ministry work, ghosts weren’t just discouraged—they were flat-out “not real.” No Halloween. No hauntings. No talk about anything beyond the approved version of faith.

But in one particular house, the rules didn’t matter. Books slid off shelves with no one near them. Objects skidded across tables. A massive, solid wood bookcase—so heavy it took multiple grown men and a dolly to move—nearly toppled onto the bunk bed where Alex and a younger sister slept.

No one else saw it, no one else believed it, and Alex alrea...

Some houses are cluttered. This one was choked.

Boxes stacked to the ceiling, decades of junk, crystals piled in buckets, and a revolving door of belief systems—Christianity, Catholicism, paganism, Wicca, Satanism, then “Native American spiritualism” adopted by a man who kept changing his name and his story.

Shadow figures paced past bedroom doors like they were on patrol. Windows became things you didn’t look out of after dark. The backyard seemed split in half—one side “fine,” the other side wrong in a way you only understand in the pit of your stomach.

Is it poss...

Her husband—long stabilized on medication for depression and anxiety—was abruptly taken off a key prescription by a new physician. Within weeks, he spiraled into isolation, hopelessness, and a darkness she could no longer reach. Despite her attempts to warn their children and keep him busy through friends, the day came when he decided he’d had enough.

She raced home to find him in the closed garage, the car running, convinced she was too late. But at the hospital, doctors were stunned: he’d been in the car long past what most people survive… and yet he walked...

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A haunted attraction is supposed to be fake — actors, props, illusions, jump scares. But for Barnaby Caps, the business he purchased came with far more than costumed performers and spooky décor. Something inside the building seemed to move with purpose. Something reacted. Something noticed him.

What was meant to be a fun, seasonal venture quickly became a daily encounter with the unexplained. Shadows where no lights were cast. Movements with no actors present. A presence drawn not just to the building… but to the idea of what the build...

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Cochise County isn’t just steeped in history — it’s steeped in hauntings. Southeastern Arizona has been shaped by violence, tragedy, and unforgettable figures from the Old West. The land remembers them, and in many places, they still seem to walk it.

From the infamous Gunfight at the OK Corral to the lonely graves of Boot Hill Cemetery, the echoes of Tombstone’s past remain unmistakable. But the county’s paranormal activity stretches far beyond its most famous gunfight.

In Douglas, a young girl named Mabel is said to ha...

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE!

A haunted attraction is supposed to be fake — actors, props, illusions, jump scares. But for Barnaby Caps, the business he purchased came with far more than costumed performers and spooky décor. Something inside the building seemed to move with purpose. Something reacted. Something noticed him.

What was meant to be a fun, seasonal venture quickly became a daily encounter with the unexplained. Shadows where no lights were cast. Movements with no actors present. A presence drawn not just to the building… but to the idea of what the build...

Her family came from Ecuador, where the dead were never truly gone—where they stepped into kitchens and bedrooms with the same ease as memory. Her grandmother saw them. Her mother felt them. Her aunts carried the same knowing. But she resisted it… until the day resistance no longer mattered.

At fourteen, a simple card game cracked something open. Predictions became realities. Casual words became fate. And one truth she should never have spoken unfolded exactly as she said it would. The gift had surfaced—and it would not go back to sleep.

But the real awaken...

War is terrifying enough when you know who the enemy is.

In this episode, a Navy corpsman serving in Iraq finds himself in the middle of a violent attack—burning Humvee, trapped Marines, gunfire, RPGs, and bullets slamming into his body armor as he tries to drag the wounded to safety. At some point, he goes down… and that should’ve been the end of his story.

But it wasn’t. Between the chaos of the battlefield and waking up in a surgical unit in Fallujah, he remembers something else: a familiar figure shaking him awake… in full Wo...

A receptionist working alone in a four-story office building starts noticing that she’s not as alone as she thinks. Lights flicker in rooms no one has entered. Hallway shadows move against walls with no windows. Doors open, close, and switch themselves off—or on—without a single living person nearby.

And then there’s the basement. The one spot in the building where even the emergency lights seem to hesitate.

Her coworkers may be working from home, but one former employee might not be done with his rounds. After the passing of their beloved night security...

When she moved in with her boyfriend, she already knew the stories. Grandpa N still checked in on the home he built with his own hands. Grandma N and Grandma R had been seen and felt over the years, their presence protective and familiar. But nothing prepared her for the day a man’s heavy work boots echoed behind her in the barn… when no one living was there.

Then came the other presence. A darker one.

The cold weight in the back living room. The prickling sensation of being watched. The jealous, territorial energy of D—a...

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Cochise County isn’t just steeped in history — it’s steeped in hauntings. Southeastern Arizona has been shaped by violence, tragedy, and unforgettable figures from the Old West. The land remembers them, and in many places, they still seem to walk it.

From the infamous Gunfight at the OK Corral to the lonely graves of Boot Hill Cemetery, the echoes of Tombstone’s past remain unmistakable. But the county’s paranormal activity stretches far beyond its most famous gunfight.

In Douglas, a young girl named Mabel is said to ha...

At night, the Ohio data center felt too aware. The radio wasn’t glitching—it was responding, shifting with Brian’s mood like something was using it to reach him.

Then the footsteps came.

One weekend, the building replayed a pattern no one living had walked in years:
the front door opening… slow steps down the stairwell…a left turn into the basement…and a stop right at Brian’s doorway.

Nothing stood there. But the air felt charged, like the hallway remembered something it shouldn’t.

Before the data center existed, the lan...

Some hauntings linger in old stone houses. Others cling to attics, staircases, or forgotten rooms. But every so often, a haunting chooses a person—and once it does, it doesn’t seem interested in letting go.

For Sarah, the first encounter came before she even understood the concept of a ghost: a man sitting on the staircase of her family’s 400-year-old mining house in Cornwall, two dogs quietly at his side. Solid. Present. Silent. She stepped around him as casually as a child walks past a family member. Only later did she realize no one else ever saw hi...

What happens when you’ve spent your whole life explaining everything away—only to move into a place that refuses to let you?

A listener raised in a devout Catholic family leans hard on science, faith, and logic to survive years of sleep paralysis, night terrors, and “just brain waves misfiring.” But when their family finally lands in a two-story condo in Southern California, the activity begins to spill out of the bedroom and into waking life.

A sister starts acting out the habits of someone who hasn’t lived there in years. Heavy furniture shifts at just th...

Isolation does strange things to the mind… especially when you’re sick, exhausted, and cut off from the people you love.

When he tested positive for COVID, he did what he thought was best: moved into the camper in the driveway to protect his family. The days were dull, the nights were long, and the silence had a weight to it. By day five, it wasn’t just the fatigue hitting him—there was something deeper creeping in… fear, sadness, and a sense that he was slipping into a place he couldn’t climb out of.

Then, one ni...

Shanda didn’t believe her boyfriend’s little mid-century Austin house held anything darker than outdated wiring or a few creaky floors. Built in the 1950s, remodeled to death, colorful, quirky—nothing about it screamed haunted. And yet the moment she stepped inside, she felt something beneath the bright paint and modern upgrades. Not evil. Not angry. But aware.

Then she saw her.

A tall, thin woman in a pale pink gown, standing perfectly still in the living room, watching from the shadows as if she belonged there. By the time her boyfriend turned around, the appari...

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High in the mountains of Bisbee, Arizona, stands a hotel built during the height of the copper boom — a grand structure meant to showcase wealth, innovation, and the promise of a growing Western city. When the Copper Queen Hotel opened in 1902, Bisbee was the largest urban center between St. Louis and San Francisco, alive with miners, rail travelers, and fortune-seekers.

More than a century later, the Copper Queen still welcomes guests… but not all of them are living.

Arizona’s oldest continuously operating hotel has hosted icons like J...

For fourteen years, one family has lived with a presence that refuses to be left behind. It started when his wife worked in a funeral home—strange shadows, invisible footsteps, the sense of being watched. But marriage didn’t end the activity. It accelerated it. Wherever they moved, whatever city, whatever house… it came with them.

Doors open on their own. Chairs are rearranged before dawn. Children refuse to sleep in their rooms. A dark figure appears in hallways, inches from their faces, tilting its head as if studying them. In photographs, a black mass stands beside newborn babies...

Some hauntings don’t cling to houses — they cling to people. They slip into a life quietly, rearranging objects, bending routines, and whispering their presence into the smallest moments… until years later, you realize they never left. What began in a simple Iowa City apartment surrounded by headstones evolved into something far more personal: a force that followed him through duty stations, breakups, new homes, and even fatherhood.

It learned him. Adjusted to him. Grew bolder with every move.

And no matter how many miles he put between himself and the past, the past kept finding him —...

College campuses all have their stories… but some campuses have legends that still walk their grounds. A student expected nothing more than a freezing late-night trek across campus after a long night of procrastinating in the library. What he found instead was a scent, a shadow, and a figure sitting calmly in the snow where no living nun should have been.

And that was just the beginning.

Because he wasn’t the only one having experiences there. A campus secret society—dedicated to preserving the school’s stranger history—found themselves face-to-face with something else entirely: a childlike...

Some connections never really fade—no matter how much time, distance, or real life gets in the way. A woman reaches out to someone she vaguely remembers from childhood… and ends up reconnecting with a person who feels strangely familiar in all the ways that matter.

Late-night phone calls turn into emotional lifelines. Friendship starts to blur at the edges. She moves on, starts a family, begins the next chapter. He tries to do the same—but finds himself trapped in a relationship that’s slowly destroying him. And when she finally sets a boundary to protect her own life...

There is a special kind of fear that comes from a sound you know you shouldn’t hear. In this duplex, the fear didn’t start with a scream—it started with footsteps so deliberate they felt like breath on the back of the neck. The house was quiet, the family finally resting, when someone—or something—walked across the floorboards and stopped inches away from where two people were sitting. Then a laugh drifted up from the basement, light and playful, the kind of laugh a child makes when they’re hiding and hoping to be found.

But no child...

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High in the mountains of Bisbee, Arizona, stands a hotel built during the height of the copper boom — a grand structure meant to showcase wealth, innovation, and the promise of a growing Western city. When the Copper Queen Hotel opened in 1902, Bisbee was the largest urban center between St. Louis and San Francisco, alive with miners, rail travelers, and fortune-seekers.

More than a century later, the Copper Queen still welcomes guests… but not all of them are living.

Arizona’s oldest continuously operating hotel has hosted icons like J...

A skeptical investigator joined a paranormal team expecting a thrill, maybe an EVP, maybe nothing at all. But when the group stepped into a vandalized graveyard at two in the morning, the silence wasn’t empty — it was charged. The air thickened. The temperature shifted. Something unseen pushed in close enough to feel.

Then it touched him. A single arm went icy cold — ten degrees colder than the rest of his body — while a heaviness settled over him so intense it felt borrowed. Not fear. Not panic. Sorrow. Grief so sharp it brought tears without a single thought to trigg...

Some hauntings enter a life suddenly — a place, a whisper, a shadow that doesn’t belong. But others begin long before a child ever opens their eyes. His story isn’t about a house, a moment, or a single terrifying night. It’s about a presence that threaded itself through his entire life, shifting from guide to manipulator, from influence to intrusion, from whispering voice to something far more invasive.

As he grew older, the darkness didn’t fade. It adapted. It learned him. And when he finally tried to pull away, it reminded him that some spirits don’t wait...

Some moments don’t wait for permission — they announce themselves the second you open the car door. Our first story begins on an ordinary day in 2004… until a reflection in a minivan window shows someone standing in the front yard who shouldn’t be there. A stranger. A woman. Walking calmly across the grass as if she belongs there.

That would’ve been strange enough. But what makes this story unforgettable is not what was seen… but when it was seen.

Because sometimes a reflection isn’t just a trick of the light. Sometimes it’s a message you we...

Something happens when a photograph refuses to behave like a photograph. When a shadow appears in a place no shadow should be — and stays there, year after year, no matter who tries to explain it away. Our first story begins with an image like that… taken at an old summer camp where the activity never really stopped when the season ended.

But the picture is only the beginning.

Because for this storyteller, the strange didn’t end at camp. It followed them home — into a house that seemed to breathe, listen, and occasionally let its presence be known...

In a fading mining town in New Mexico, the old Econo Lodge was the kind of place everyone knew—sun-bleached, rundown, and filled with stories no one wanted to admit were true. As kids, the hotel’s locked third floor was nothing more than a dare. But years later, when he and a group of thrill-seeking teens explored the abandoned property at midnight, the rumors proved themselves horrifyingly real.

A little girl’s shadow—solid, detailed, unmistakably human—watched them from a dark hallway before melting out of sight. It was the kind of sighting you try to explain aw...