Ghost. One word that splits the nation – are they real? Or are they not? Regardless, the following people have had some rather convincing ghost stories that could reinforce the existence of the paranormal…
Where’s the dog?
“My dog has a nasty habit of scratching the door in the middle of the night. One evening she wouldn’t stop scratching the door for any reason. After calling her five times, I threw a pillow towards the door to make her stop. That’s when she barked … from right beside me. She’d been next to me the whole time.”
Let’s hope it was a dream, right?
“When I was about eight or nine years old, my mother worked nights and we shared a double bed. One day I felt a strange presence in the bedroom. I had my eyes closed and when I opened them, I saw hands wrapped around the bed from underneath. The hands were made of blood, bone, and hanging skin, and they tried to climb up the bed. I turned away and there was a white “shadow” lying next to me. I managed, after a loooong time, to get up and run to my nan’s room. She didn’t dare come back to the bedroom with me.”
The man with no… face?
“When I was 15 years old, I stayed up late watching a TV marathon with my sister. In the middle of the night, after my sister had fallen asleep, I saw the nearby computer mouse start moving by itself. I called my mother into the room and she said it was probably a rat that was pulling on the cable from underneath the desk, and that I should just go to sleep. Suddenly, I swear I saw a black figure with no face or human features behind the bookcase. It looked in my direction and pointed. I nearly shat myself with fear! I remember saying, ‘Who are you? I do not want you in my house! Nobody wants you here! Get out of here now!’ The thing left, and I actually heard it hit the cabinet before it just went through it. The cabinet began to sway, and the door slammed and made a loud bang.”
“When I was a child, I walked into my bedroom and saw what looked like a Japanese girl in black ballet tights with orange stripes. She was stopped in front of the mirror, looking sideways at me. When I looked again, the girl DISAPPEARED and I ran from the room, making my mother come back with me.
Years later she confessed to me that she had been frightened that day, because before I was born, she had given ballet classes in that bedroom. The black and orange uniform had belonged to a girl that had been a student of hers who had passed away.”
Fact or Fiction?
“One evening I was alone in my bedroom doing homework. Suddenly I heard the sound of footsteps coming from downstairs, so I got up to check it out. Before I started downs the steps, I heard the sound of bottles breaking in my father’s bar downstairs, which went on for a little while. I made my way downstairs, but when I reached the landing I could see broken bottles and glasses all over the floor and I could hear people screaming in the house, even though I was the only person home. I locked myself in my room and stayed there until my parents got home. And guess what? There wasn’t a single broken bottle or glass, or anyone except for me in the house.”
The Friendly Ghost
“I’m a mortician. My most disturbing experience was when I was preparing a child for a viewing, and I felt someone pull my hair. A couple minutes later, I heard a giggle, and the door slammed shut. All of my machines stopped, and it was dead quiet. After I was done and the body was dressed, I felt a tap on my shoulder and warmth around my middle, approximately where a child would stand if they were hugging you.”
Dodgy Telly or?
“A few years ago I was visiting my brother and his family, who lived in a very old Victorian house. I was snuggling with my niece on a futon in the playroom when suddenly, in the middle of the night, the TV turned on, full-blast, with a static screen. My three-year-old niece jumped out of bed and ran to the TV, shutting it off. When I asked her how she knew the TV would turn on, she shrugged, saying, “They turn it on every night at this time,” and fell right back asleep.”