Your scariest Real Ghost Encounter (locked)

I’m not even gonna start telling those again… the last time I did that, I couldn’t sleep for days!

I grew up in South Asia too.. so I see where you’re coming from. :P Well, it’s 3am. I’ll tell them during the day LOL

Im one that dosn’t believe…but, back about ten years ago I was in the hospital was under no kind of drugs, it was 11:30 at night the lights on the ward were turned down, my bed was by the door there was an old man beside of me with all types of lines coming out of him and he was completly out of it. I had just turnd the TV off from watching the news, I could hear the nurses talking at their station down the hall. I rolled over on my right hand side facing the doorway. I had just closed my eyes when in my left ear there was the most ghastly deep voice of laughter like someone’s mouth was right against my ear. I jumped up ran to the hall, there was no one around the old man was still hooked up and asleep, can’t explain it but I know that the hairs on the back of my neck were standing up. No I was not dreaming it either because I never fell asleep.

You just scared me…. I keep turning around to find one too!

frogster, I’ll read yours in daylight!

Don’t worry Faizan, Unless you start smelling a strong smell of flowers in the air…..

I just saw the 1994 adaption of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein…. Don’t freak me out now >.>

There were 7 kids in my mother’s family my grandmother was a homemaker and my grandfather worked on the railroad. They rented a big old victorian style home, one room upstairs was my grandmothers sewing room and the kids were never to be in there. Every morning when the family got up the sewing room door would be wide open so my grandmother started locking it….the next morning the door would be wide open, all the kids told her they never opended it, they even got spanked because my grandmother thought they were not telling her the truth. She locked it again the next night….in the morning the door was standing wide open again. That night when my grandfather got home from working on the railroad he brought in some railroad spikes that held the tracks down on the timbers, he took a hammer and drove the spikes all around the door… he told my grandmother “that should take care of it”……the next morning they all walked out in the hallway and there they saw the sewing room door standing open with the railroad spikes still sticking through the door…. they moved out of the house the next day.

um, ok you guys are good. I’ve always believed in ghosts and still do. What rooted my conviction was when i tried the ouija board aournd ten years ago with my mom and a friend. After sitting around the board for a few minutes with our fingers just slightly above the planchette (the indicator piece) we all felt a subtle pull. And at that same moment the pull turned into a push, just like two magnets repelling from each other, and the piece started to move. Our first contact was with a male, a stranger, and we talked for just a minute- but that minute felt like time had stopped still and days were blending into nights and nights into years. There wasn’t anything really interesting about the “conversation” itself because I can’t for the life of me remember what he said. But what I do remember, and vividly, is the feeling afterwards. A cold, eery feeling of dead weight… I couldn’t move. I just sat there staring at my mom and friend. They were talking to me but I couldn’t respond. Something wasn’t right… someone was looking through me. It was surreal, and yet also one of the most “real” moments I’ve ever felt. It was also downright bone shivering freaky. I prayed, oh lord i prayed, but not through words, for words could not escape me… i prayed in my heart, in my soul, with all of my heart and all my soul. I prayed for release from this soul that was not my own… and he left. He was gone and I was still there, sitting dumbfounded and dazed. I was still myself, nothing had changed but one thing- my blood had been invigorated with a thirst… a thirst for knowledge of the unknown.
The three of us took a moment to reflect on what had happened and decided to continue, but this time we specifically asked if there was a good spirit who wanted to talk to us. Our next contact was my grandfather who had recently passed away. We didn’t know who it was until he started spelling his words in Polish (this whole time we had been speaking in English) His message was to call my aunt Ania who lives in Poland. Not that exciting I know. What was exciting was his answer to a question we had about a recent experience that my mom and I shared. This experience was one of the weirdest and most unexplainable things that has happened to me. It was at my parents house before I had moved out to go to college, and soon after my grandfather had died. My mom and I were just about to pass each other in the hallway when a bright flash of the most intense blue-white light I’ve ever seen suddenly filled the whole house. This lasted for just a mere second. My mom and I both looked at each other in amazement and started to laugh. We realized that we did just both see that, and that we weren’t insane. The crazy thing was that no-one else that had been in the house saw the light! So it remained a mystery until our encounter with my recently deceased grandfather. We asked if he was the one that caused the flash of light- he said yes, and no. That it was him, but not alone- he was with the holy spirit.
Ahhh… I realize there are skeptics out there, and by now I’ve got their red flags up- but it doesn’t matter, because I know what the truth is and you’re welcome to take what you want from this.
So my story ends with one more contact we made that night through the ouija board. It was Steve- a high school friend of mine that committed suicide before graduation. He said that he was happy and that it was time for me to let go of my pain for him. And the last thing he said was- to stop with the ouija, that it’s too dangerous. These were all words that I needed to hear…. and that was the last time I ever touched a ouija board.

To follow that up,
One night I was laying down in my bed trying to sleep. I rolled to my right side so I was facing the wall.
As I started to doze off, I felt someone sit down on the bed behind me. I knew he was a bit big because I had rolled into his side.
At first, I thought it was my brother. Then he began to rub my back softly as to help me fall asleep.
I knew it was not my brother after that. Slowly I turned to see who it was, and no one was there. However there was still that indent in the bed as if someone was still there and I was still leaning into him.
I turned my head back towards the wall and said out loud, “Please leave me alone, you are frightning me.”
The entity that was there touched my shoulder as in saying everything was going to be ok and then he was gone.
I got up and ran to my brother and sister-in-law to tell them what had happened.
My sister-in-law asked if I could identify the entity that was in my room.
I told her it was a man about mid 50’s, really round, about 250+ lbs, he had brown hair and eyes. (I still do not know how I knew what he looked like.)
She began to tear up. She told me that she believes that was her stepfather who had passed away 3 years prior. (I never met him or had seen a photo of him.)
She went to her photo box and showed me his photo, it was my late night visitor. That was when I knew he was not trying to scare me, but more or less tell me eerything was going to be ok. I am not sure what it was, but it would be ok.
One month later, my brother and his wife had a fight and soon after had divorced. I believe that is what had brought my visitor that night. I am close to my family and always worry about them.
He was telling me not to worry, it was for the best.

I could tell you a million, they are everywhere… give me a topic I’ll find you a story!

Scariest one though is when I nearly crashed my car with my hubby in it after a specifically nasty psychic attack… lost consciousness in a forced trance and woke somehow still in control of the car but with no idea where I was or how to drive… it all happened in seconds…

Oh then there is the time I was ‘tranced out’ in front of my computer at work for a couple of hours or so… everyone I worked with completely freaked out…

My brain is like an antenae!

Ok i can tell you all a few stories from when i was younger but before i start forgive my spelling and grammer im really bad at this so ok when i was about 12/13 my dad bought a plot of land in the middle of nowhere so he could build us are dream house this dream house turned in to a nightmare it was only ment to take 2yrs to build in the end it took 5and a half years the first thing that happened was when they were digging the foundations they found bones and crockery now this wasnt investigated and we dont now to this day where they came from or who they beloged to so not long after that very strange things started to happen now i have at least 10 people that can vouch for what happend in this place so the very first thing that happened was we were living in a residentual caravan on the building site one day my father went to turn on his generator and all of a sudden the whole power suplly stoped working not just on the site but in the caravan too now this didnt seem like much but we had 3 electrions come and look at the power and none of them could find a fault until number 4 came to look he went in to the electric cuboard and all the power came back on when asked what he did he said nothing that was alittle strange the next day my mother went to cook breakfast but as she entered the kitchen she noticed a puddle on the floor she cleaned this up not very strange u think well then she opened the cuboard to get a pan out to cook and found that every pan and pot in the coubord was full of water now there were no leaks and noone in the house had done this .Strange happening number 3 when i came home from school one day my dad was in a really bad mood he started in a huge rant about how bad i was and he really disliked me now this was strange and we normally got on ok then all of a sudden he went to attack me i backed up now just before he touched me a bible flew out of the book shelf right in front of both of us and he instantly stoped and started crying this was most unlike my father as he was a big strong guy and rearly showed emotion he said he didnt know what happend and appoligised matter over i thought >Strange happening number 4 when sitting down to have dinner with my family one night in the caravan we were in front of the tele when a picture that had been sitiing behiend a vase of flowers for more than a year flipped side ways then spun on to the flower now every family member saw this and none can explain how it happened. This was just the start when we finally moved in to the house still not completly built i went to bed one night now i had a feeling of being watched in this house something just never felt right so off i go to bed now im pretty sure i had been asleep when i woke to find a figure standing at the bottom of my bed it was just a dark shape like a monk or something simmilar a dark hooded figure like youd imageine the reaper to look like well if that was not bad enugh it then came to wards me picked me up and spun me round the room now this might seem far feched but i can tell u for a fact one of my brothers friends stayed with us one night noew this guy was a hard guy from glasgow didnt mince his words well he stayed in my room now he woke the whole family up shaking white as a sheet said the same thing i did and said he would never sleep in that room again. Still not over another time i had what i thought was a dream about a women with bright red hair sreaming at me sitting on my bed something to do with her daugther it was scary now when i woke my mum was there ready to get me up for school but when i looked down i could see a indent of something over my legs my mum told me to get up i told her i couldnt cause there was something on my legs she told me not to be stupid and tryed to pull me up out of bed but couldnt so she knew i wasnt faking and started sreaming as she did that i could move again very very strange now other members have othere stories of things that happened to them but it was one fucked up place also when we first moved there we had four dogs all in good health all reasonably you8ng by the time the house was built they had all died of somekind of cancer now the vet couldnt really tell what it was but thats what he out it down to neadless to say i left home at 15 before the house was totaly finished i couldnt live there and it still give me chills when i go have a look at the huse now if thats not fucked up i dont know what is.

Sorry for the big rant and bad grammer and spelling as i said not good at this so belevie it or not your choice but this did happen and many more things that would take to long to write :0)