Golden Gate Bridge Ghost By EmmalineTexas

Golden Gate Bridge Ghost By EmmalineTexas

Golden Gate Bridge Ghost

This encounter happened about 1982. That’s quite a while ago, but it’s stuck in my memory as one of the first encounters I’ve had with a spirit. Luckily, they seem to appear as normal people to me, so at the time I’m not especially frightened. The place was under the north pier of the Golden Gate Bridge. There’s a parking lot and an incline that leads down under the north tower. It’s surrounded by granite blocks that are huge. Probably 10 feet wide and 8 feet tall. They were cut as supports for the bridge as it was being built and were never removed. When you’re in your early 20’s it’s a romantic place to walk. There’s a very small lighthouse, called the Fort Point Light, that was decommissioned when the bridge was built and you can sit there and watch the fog roll down over the city and hear the foghorn blast from under the south tower,

I was dating a man who lived in San Francisco and we were young and broke so we went to Ghirardelli Chocolates and then went for a walk under the north tower to spend a little time alone enjoy the sunset. It was almost sunset as we parked and walked down to the lighthouse. We sat on the little jetty next to it and talked until it was fully dark; probably about 8:30 because it was either September or October.

I don’t know if you’ve been to San Francisco, but it gets very windy and cold as the sun goes down and we had only light jackets on. We decided to go back up to the car and head to a little coffee shop on 18th Ave to warm up. As we got closer to the granite blocks I noticed a man in a red flannel shirt and what looked like wool pants and work boots on sitting on top of a block smoking a pipe. What sticks in my mind is the glow from his pipe and the smell of tobacco that carried on the breeze.

I nodded to him and said hello (we were walking within about 5 feet of where he was sitting) and he said “Hello, fine evening isn’t it?” I asked him if he needed a ride anywhere because the parking lot was empty except for our car and he answered very politely that he was waiting for his wife and daughter but thank you. I asked if they were driving to meet him and he laughed and said no, he’d been there for quite a while but he would see them walk up. Odd.

At about this time, it registered on me that my date was jiggling. Literally, he was hopping from one foot to another like he was in a windstorm and he was tugging frantically on my jacket sleeve. He grabbed my elbow and pushed me in front of him up to the parking lot and shoved me into the car. I was pretty irritated and couldn’t figure out what his freaking problem was. It was bad enough that he hadn’t said a word to the nice man but he hadn’t even let me say good bye as we left.

I turned to yell at him as he backed out and peeled out of the parking lot as fast as he could but I was stopped by how pale he was. He looked as if he were about to cry! He didn’t say a word until we got off the bridge and then started yelling “Who were you talking to?”. It turns out he didn’t see the man. He didn’t hear him either. He only smelled pipe smoke and saw me talking to a granite block. He said he felt freezing air and was afraid that if we didn’t leave something horrible was going to happen. He was afraid we’d disappear were his exact words.

Well, I was a little freaked out and started doing a some research on who this man might be. The Golden Gate Bridge was completed in 1938 and several workers were killed while building it. My guess is that he was one of the men who died during the construction and his spirit was tied to the place. As for waiting for his wife and daughter? Maybe they still lived in San Francisco and he was waiting for them to pass and he would cross over at the same time. It doesn’t sound like a bad place to wait. I never saw my date again after that night, but who can blame him? I was talking to a spirit. That would be enough for anyone to decide to find a girlfriend who didn’t talk to people who weren’t there. I’ve had a lot of encounters since then but I’m grateful that he was sweet and polite. It taught me to stop and remember that mostly they’re just people and not purposefully trying to frighten you.

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Scary Hummmm Noises By Ayaz

Scary Hummmm Noises By Ayaz

Scary Hummmm Noises

By Ayaz

I am very realistic, not superstitious, very logical person. Some spooky events happens in my life what I tell you. But I still wonder about them. In real life, thousands of people faced some kind of Supernatural spooky incidents in their life at least once. But most of them also never could understand them. When I was 17, I was getting training in govt. Driven ITI (industrial training institute) at afternoon. In morning time to noon I attend my college first year. ITI training was running from 2-30 to 9-00 o’ clock. ITI centre was located far 12 km from my house, and I was used local train for daily up down. I was getting last train to home at 9-20 o clock at night. The railway station was very near of ITI.

Once in summer day (March) my all co trainee guys returned to their homes by 7-00 o clock local train. Only I and the training teacher was in the class. I had some work to do with some machines there. I was doing my job on machine and my teacher was set on his old type chair. Suddenly electricity power supply cut off. Every where very dark black happens and my machines shut down.

My teacher said to me that he had some candles in main office cupboard. I had torch I start it but unfortunately it was not lighting that day. I am very frustrated because of very dark night and summer heat. I sat nearby machine and waiting for electricity power came. After some minutes my teacher return with candles and he made them light up. We both got some relief. I go to my teacher and sat on chair opposite side to them. He took out some snack wafers from his bag and started to eat. I don’t take any wafers then.

Suddenly from the beside change room, I heard very very spooky noise,’ HMMMmmmm’. Like some one is dyeing. I saw my teacher was also shocked and looking towards change room. We both really scared. That Hmmmm sound timely repeated more and more loudly. I and teacher very scared and screamed. But we both can not run away from there because there were very very dark everywhere due to electric power cut. The main gate in about 100 meter away from us. It was dangerous in that dark. Because ITI surrounding area was full of slums and full of thieves and looters.

That spooky HMMMmmmm sound continuously until next 15 minutes. Our bodies are frozen due to fear. We were sat there like two statues due to fear of that spooky HMMMmmmm sounds. Surely we both thought that we must die in next some minutes. That sound was clearly very loud Hmmm Hmmm Hmmmm as some of dyeing and try to get rid of last time suffering.

Suddenly light came after 15 minutes. Lights, fans, machines started workIng and we both got some life in our mind and body. Both we than go to change room, and light on, saw nothing nowhere exist there except some big old cupbard there.

We return and shut down all machines. We took our kits and come out of ITI bilding and shut main electricity switch.

Than we both were walking on main road. We reached the station. We sat on bench and drink water. Than I started to talk about the Hmmmm spooky sound. I asked teacher if he know something about that. He silent for some minutes. Than he remember something and said slowly. ‘before three years, in that change room, one student suddenly screamed and fell down and died. After that event some spooky noise started from that change room. So many people listen to that noise.’

After that day I never like to stay work at night time in that ITI. I than always tried to finish my work before evening. Still I can not forgot that spooky noise coming event.

The Knocks From Another Dimension By smigo95

The Knocks From Another Dimension By smigo95

The Knocks From Another Dimension

This story begins with me and my old friend having a few beers in my mancave, being bored we decided that we should do something thrilling since this was the first time we were chilling out after he had moved out of our town. (I will not use his real name.)

It was getting dark and we went to see the abandoned house not far from my house, to get there we had to go through the forest behind my house.

The house was not abounded for a long time since the previous owner went to a nursing home because he got blind and just couldn’t care for himself and his son died in a car accident a few years ago, the house is completely surrounded by forest and is just looks like a house out of a horror movie that’s why we decided to have a look at it.

The guy who lived there was a creep since he rejected and hated every one in our town. He threatened me with a gun once when I was collecting mushrooms near his house well, and his son wasn’t better at all he too attacked me once in a bar cause I was sitting on his favourite seat…

Enough of the backstory let’s go back to the actual event that once again proved me that we leave something behind when we pass away.

So we went through the forest and there the house was we went straight to it since we knew nobody was there.

As we got closer he saw someone looking through the window and I said that I didn’t see nothing so we continued our walk to the house as we got to the house and I heard someone walking inside the house so we continued our adventure a little bit more careful. I was looking inside all of the windows on the house and saw nothing but empty rooms so we went to the front door which had a window on it and you were able to see the whole hallway and all the doors were closed and nobody was there so I put my ear on the window to be able to hear what’s going on inside and I was listening for a while my friend standing a few meters behind me telling me to get back to my house cause $h!t getting weird

That’s when it happened something knocked the door three times from the inside! I instantly looked back in and nothing there and then the broom leaning on the wall fell on the floor that was when I decided that this is enough and told him to go back home.

As we were going back home I once looked back that’s when I too saw somebody looking through the window. But I just couldn’t make out who it was just a black thing with human shape. I mean I could see the head and body but no face,jacket,shirts nothing but just a black thing…

When we came back at my man cave my hands were still shaking and my friends face was pale as he would pass out any second and I still remember him saying “well, Smigo that was some creepy $h!t give me a beer.”So I opened myself one too and just forget what just happened.

And that’s where our adventure of the creepy house ends.

Blinding Light In The Rain By Lighk

Blinding Light In The Rain By Lighk

Blinding Light in the Rain

I live in a very peaceful and quiet neighborhood in the rainy state of Oregon. I’ve never really been a fan of ghost stories, but I feel that my experience is worth telling.

It was a rainy night, around 8 PM and I could hear the rain furiously pounding on the roof of my house. It was a nice sound. The rain was coming down very hard, and it was freezing cold outside, so I didn’t dare open the door and let the ice cold air in.

I proceeded to sit down in my chair and tap away at my phone for the next half hour, occasionally taking breaks, which is when I’d look outside.

But just as I started playing Clash Royale, I felt a warmth on the back of my neck, so out of instinct I turned around. There was something outside, and it was shining brightly. It gave off a warmth, and I could feel my skin slowly heat up. At first, I thought one of my neighbors was outside with a flashlight or something. But there was no way that could be true. The light was almost blinding. No flashlight could produce light like that.

After about a minute, the light faded and all I saw was the rain pouring onto houses and yards. I thought I may have been dreaming, or seeing things, but to this day I still see the light almost every time it rains hard.

This all started about a year ago, and I keep asking my neighbors about it, but they always say they didn’t see a bright light.

I don’t know what it is, but I believe anything is possible. Perhaps it’s a ghost, or perhaps it’s not. If anyone can help me in the comments, I’d appreciate it, because I’m genuinely scared that this hasn’t stopped after an entire year.

Daughter’s Imaginary Friends By Kest

Daughter’s Imaginary Friends By Kest

Daughter’s Imaginary Friends

By Kest

It’s taken me a long time to try to figure out how to start my experiences with my youngest daughter who I will call Jacey (not her real name). I have mentioned Jacey in one of my other stories about the house I grew up in when I was a teen, and I think she used to be able to see things. When these things happened with Jacey, we lived in Louisiana at the time (this was about 9 years ago this all happened). My husband was military. We had moved off the base and into a small town, and an adorable little house. I had some personal experiences happen in this house that I will tell another time.

Jacey was three when things got strange. Up to that time I had not noticed anything. Jacey’s older sister was in school and for the most part it was just me and her home during the day, hanging out and doing our thing. I was finishing up my teaching degree at the time and had a lot of homework. I let Jacey watch TV when I needed to do homework. One day Jacey stopped watching TV after Dora the Explorer and headed off to her room. This wasn’t unusual because a lot of times her attention was diverted at the end of a program. What I remember is she came back to me a little later and told me she had a friend. Could her friend play? Being distracted, I remember only saying, “Yes.” Then things started to get weird because a pattern started to emerge, and that’s when I started paying attention.

Every day at 9:30 a.m. (when Dora the Explorer ended) she had a friend. Jacey would look down the hall and say things like, “oh my friend is here!” She’d run down the hall. Sometimes Dora wasn’t even all the way over and Jacey would act like she’d heard something, and say her friend was here and run down the hall. One day she came to me and said, “My friend’s brother would like to come play, too. Is that ok.” I said, “Sure.” I started to ask questions, and I started watching what was going on around me. I have written down this information before because it was quite fascinating.

The friends came every day. Once I said the brother could come they were both at our house every day. When I was feeding Jacey lunch one day I asked if her friends wanted or needed lunch too? She told me no. I asked, “Why? Aren’t they hungry?” She told me they didn’t eat. I told her everyone ate, and she told me they didn’t need to eat. I asked to take pictures of her friends. I even went to her room to ask about pictures, and I took a camera. She told me that they were scared of me, and didn’t want their picture taken. I told her I wasn’t scary and I’d really like a picture. She paused as if listening and said they were still too scared. I asked several times for permission to take pictures, but never got permission.

One time in the car while waiting to get her older sister out of school I questioned more: “Where do your friends live?” Answer: “In the forest.” Question: “Where in the forest?” Answer: “In the burned out rainbow house.” Almost all of Louisiana is forest, and forest isn’t really a word three year olds use. Question: “What are their names?” Answer: “I don’t know.” I was once asked if the friends could stay the night. I agreed, and that night that more than once I kept hearing stuff behind me while I was the only one up. I did snap pictures, but sadly when I saw nothing I deleted them. I wish I had kept them to analyze them further.

Remember the burned out rainbow house in the forest? Well, my hubby and I liked to explore by driving down roads we’d never been down. We lived on a dead end road ourselves. Once I wanted to show my husband where another teacher friend lived, and her road was parallel to the one we lived on. I showed him where her house was, and we kept driving down that road, and we found a burned out house. I can’t say there was anything rainbow-like about it, but it really wasn’t that far from our own home. I remember the feeling when we saw the house too. I think it triggered something in both of us when we saw it. We kind of slowed up and looked at each other, but said nothing.

I caught Jacey playing with her friends one day, and it was a little spooky. Since I couldn’t see them or hear them, I had many times walked by Jacey’s room at the end of the hall only to have her look and me and “scold” me because I scared her friends away. One day I got on my hands and knees. I crawled down the hall and peeked around the door. I saw Jacey on the floor with My Little Ponies. Her back was to me. She was having a conversation with someone. I had heard her having these types of conversations before. She’d say things, and pause like she was listening to someone else, she’d even appear to be looking at someone who was talking. This time was no different. I remember her moving her pony on the floor, and I want to add there was another set of ponies on the floor across from her as if another child was there playing. Jacey had just said something, looked at whoever was across from her, turned around toward me and said, “Mom! I know you are there. My friend told me. You scared her!” I turned around and crawled away to think about what had just happened.

These friends stayed around until Jacey eventually went to kindergarten, and I started teaching that same year. I don’t know what to make of the whole event, but more things happened in that little house I loved and I will write more about it another time. Jacey is now a teen. She has some memory of her “friends” but she doesn’t like to talk about them.

 

Glowing Yellow Eyes By tomandcarrielester

Glowing Yellow Eyes By tomandcarrielester

Glowing Yellow Eyes

By tomandcarrielester

I had yellow round glowing (like a light), what my son and I can only describe as eyes staring at us.

The dog was on the enclosed porch going ballistic, when my son and I had to go calm her. It was the middle of the night and the dog was so ferocious, she seemed as if she wanted to tear through the door on her hind legs. We walked up to the window to peer out and I realized I wasn’t going to see anything, the light wasn’t on. I tried anyway, because the dog was going crazy at the door.

I looked out the window next to the door and saw what I thought was a yellow light. I then moved to the next pane in the window where the screen wasn’t going to interfere with my view and the two round glowing, what I call eyes, seemed to turn and look away from the dog and at me. It seemed to be observing me, as much as I was it. It appeared to be crouching in front of the door on the front walk.

I moved to the door window for a closer look and it disappeared before I got to the window. I then looked at my son and I said that was weird. My son said,”What?” I said,”It looked like…yellow…” I paused and he said,”Eyes”.

I said, “Yes, OH MY GOD, YOU SEEN THAT TOO… I WASN’T GOING TO SAY ANYTHING… I DIDN’T WANT YOU TO THINK I WAS CRAZY” I said, “It looked at me.”

He said,”I have seen that a couple times before. I just closed the curtain and ignore it.”

This happened about 3 months ago and it really has not left me. I still get really shaken up by it and I don’t want to go out at night anymore. I live in a rural area in the country. And I want to just say there was no other light for it to be reflecting eyes from an animal. I am quite aware of how animals eyes reflect from light hitting it, I am also a hunter and knowledgeable in that respect. Anybody have any information I sure would appreciate it. I just want to know if it’s a harmful.

 

Dorm Ghost By monkeynavigated

Dorm Ghost By monkeynavigated

Dorm Ghost

By monkeynavigated

Freshman year of college and I was visiting my friend, Catherine, at University of Georgia in Athens. She lived in Brumby at the time, a girls’ dorm. Being underage, we spent our night smoking pot and goofing off in her room with her next door neighbor and another girl, Danielle, who had also gone to high school with Catherine and I.

The night was typical until Catherine’s roommate joined us. She had just come back from the shower (they were communal, one for each floor) and said, “You guys have to come with me; there’s a girl singing in the showers, and she has the most beautiful voice!” Having nothing else to do, we obliged. And just as she said, there was the most lovely singing coming from one of the showers. There were twenty or so showers lined up on two walls, but only one of them had water running. Pertinent details: The shower curtains were such that they could not be closed even if pulled tightly as possible; there was always an inch or so uncovered on either side. They were almost see-through and also quite short so you were going to see at least ankles if anyone was in there. (side note: what pervert designed these?) There were also no speakers or ventilation system to be seen except for the drains on the floor. The point of all this detail is to tell you that although there was a single shower going with the curtain closed there was no one in that shower stall or any of the other ones. We looked and looked, and all the while this girl is still singing beautifully, the voice reverberating from that one shower. Upon this realization, all of us looked at each other, utterly spooked. A moment later Danielle darted out of the bathroom as fast as a champion sprinter. The rest of us followed her a few seconds later, though not at a run.

Upon reaching the dorm room, we found Danielle sitting on the bed shaking and chain-smoking with an ashtray in front of her. We pressed her as to why she ran. “That was Tracy’s voice. She always used to sing,” she said. “She’s been following me around – I saw her at the creek the other day for just a second, and then she disappeared. I swear that was her voice!”

Tracy was in our junior high school class with us, but she died in hiking accident the summer before our senior year.

*Names have been changed to protect stoners and the introverted.