Do you know a good ghost story?

I thought I heard my late dog outside the house one day, but I trust it was all in my head.

I was at theater boot-camp in 1995—we went on a retreat and slept in a hostel like place. I was sharing a room with a friend of mine—she had her own twin bed and I had mine. In between, there was a nightstand with a lamp. The only way to turn it on was on its neck.
Sometime in the middle of the night the lamp turns on. I look up and she’s asleep. I reach over and whack her and say, “What’s that for?” She looks puzzled, and says she didn’t do it. We both shrug and go back to sleep. It turns back on.
She whacks me this time and says… Stop, I want to sleep. I hadn’t touched the lamp. This happens 2 more times and the last time, we both are facing each other, eyes open in the dark, scowling at the other person. The lamp turns on by itself with us both watching.
I never could figure out why this happened—

Right now the ghost mules are tromping around my hill at 12:22 am

In the night they come, stomping across the rocky ravine below my deck and rattling my fence. Their hooves making eerie sounds as they roam around my house late on summer nights. Thump, thud, stomp, scuffle….and the Coyotes howl in the distance.

@Coloma What’s the ending of that? I hope it’s not some rider with a missing head!

Once, in a house some things started to move around. Then the family called in an exorcist and he started talking to something or someone in the house [the thing moved around]. It was awesome because after a time we started hearing replies from that ghost. It wasn’t scary but that family wanted the ghost out. In the end the ghost left by itself not by all the mumbo jumbo.

I do, but it can’t really be told here. It sort of goes on and on, made up for the most part. It’s best when told around the campfire. The poenta of the tale is to end with a frightening yell and wave your arms wildly – i.e., it’s not so much the story as it is the build-up of suspense and then the fright at the end.

I had a friend who told me this one. It’s fairly long and pretty cliched, but I’ve got nothing better to do tonight. Looking back on it, it’s an okay story, but to a kid it was chilling, not to mention that my friend, who was a family friend, was good at telling it so that it seemed more frightening than it was that can’t be emulated online. Well, anyways, here it is:

There was a man who moved into a new house. He’d bought the house cheap because it was old and hadn’t been lived in for decades with the intention of bringing it up to par. However, he was unaware why such a large house had been unlived in for so many years in such a boisterous and booming neighborhood. Hell, it was all set to be torn down not too long ago, he saved it!

So he and his family move in, and they’re settling in, but none of them are sleeping all that well because of a noise problem. The house, when all is quiet, emanates a sort of humming sound, sometimes words can be made out, sometimes it is merely a dull static or ringing. Of the two children, the youngest complains of it the most, he says it scares him. They all dismiss it as simple fear of the dark and but him a stereo and nightlight to play while he sleeps, but nothing helps.

The building lacks air condition, but it isn’t necessary. It’s always cold. Especially in the room adjacent to the dining room. That room is always frigid, but in one spot, it’s almost frozen. The family, finding that room unnecessary, ignore it, figuring the house must be built over a mine. They get the structures checked out, and it’s fine. It isn’t anything to worry about.

Several months later, and none of the family are sleeping well. They’re edgy and never at ease inside the house. Their kids spend many nights at friends house because they sleep better. The father develops somnambulism on top of it all. Now, they become suspicious.

They start doing research into their house and find that it was a funeral home. One owned by the state for to host services for the most vile of murderers and other scum from the prison, the graveyard being several blocks away. The father’s curious, but he still doesn’t buy into it, so he takes it to an extreme and decides to sleep on the cold spot, where the bodies were once laid out.

So the next night, he rolls out a cot and grabs some extra blankets and goes to sleep. His dreams are filled with horrible thoughts of murder and mayhem, suicide, destruction. He doesn’t like it, rolling in bed, whimpering of fear, dreaming of being chased by a Terrifying Man. He catches him and begins to strangle him, watching his face as all is going dark, he wakes up to his wife’s face. She heard his screams and grew worried, bringing him upstairs.

The next day, handmarks are on his neck from being strangled.

Several years later, the family has moved, the house gone, and they’re watching a program on famous killers where he sees the face of the Terrifying Man from their own city. Convicted and executed minutes away in that old house.

Yeah i heard it from my father when i was 12 year old. It was really scary. I literally shit in my pants.

I have a few. I keep them for late at night in a place with no electricity. That’s when the Green Lady comes out.

@woodcutter

There is no ending, they tromp and stomp and make scary mule sounds, haunting my hill til sunrise, then, they go into vampire mode, hiding all day in the shade until darkness falls again. LOL

I had something odd happen to me in the early morning hours and I was definitely awake because there was a heat wave.I had the fan in my room on medium to try to cool my room down so I could actually get some sleep. Well I had my eyes closed trying to relax and I could hear something playing with my fan. I mean I could hear it being turned on and off. I could feel the air blowing on me and then it would suddenly turned off like someone had pulled the plug. I was too freaked out to even open my eyes because this kept happening at least 10times. This is not an old fan and this never happened in room before. What really freaked me out is that I could hear someone playing with the buttons on my fan to turn it on and off. I know it wasn’t my mom because she wasn’t around. Eventually though after having my eyes closed I just fell asleep and a few hours later I woke up and the fan was completely turned off.

ALso my mom has had some strange experiences at my house and in the neighborhood i.e. hearine someone call her name, someone walking around, seeing someone out of the corner of her eye. She says its childlike stuff

@Coloma Vampire mules whoa. That’s original, get Stephen King on this one.

Okay, I have turned out the light and am now sitting in the dark… to those who only want to tell stories in the dark…... continue :D (I feel like Graham Norton with the red chair).

I’ll take The Graham Norton Red Chair Dare, even though I’ve told this story on Fluther before.

In high school, a friend of ours that had moved into town a year before told us about her mother’s haunting. Mrs. H. has been followed around wherever she lived by The Man in Black (TMIB). Both her husband and two daughters have experienced his presence, as well as a few outside of the family.

Now, pull the lever.

TMIB has turned lights on, left knives around the house, and sits on their bed, meaning their legs, while they are attempting to sleep. I would have chalked it up to some family sleep paralysis issue, but when friends who spent the night offered up the same experiences, it felt worthy of questioning. Our friend once drove to school and said that when she went out to her locked car in the morning, she found an axe on the front seat. This family was not happy to talk about their experiences.

It’s the first time I’ve heard of a family haunting no matter where they live, but Dominix, our Fluther expert on situations like this, says it is plausible. I now wish that I had spent the night in their house.

Now, pull the lever.

:-| an axe in the front seat of the car… weird! I didn’t pull the lever, you can walk off the set.

Thank you @Pied_Pfeffer. :D

The following isn’t a ghost story, but I kinda thought it was when it went on.

I suffer from sleep paralysis, which started in my early teens. It was never too intense until a certain event, so I didn’t think about it much, and just thought it was badass nightmares.

So in my early twenties, I lived in a rooming house. The tenant next to my room ended up hanging himself one night. The guy across the room from him was complaining about the music coming from the dead guy’s room, as he left it on. I could hear it too, it went from eight PM to about two AM, when the body was finally discovered. The music didn’t bother me, I was playing games all night. So anyways the body was found, we all went out there, people freaked out. Some guy started screaming and crying, I sat down on the floor against the wall and covered my head with my hands, while two other dudes cut the body down and laid it on the floor. The cops and medics eventually came, asked some questions, reprehended the people who touched the body, and then took it away.

Now if we retrace here…that same day in the afternoon, I was just chilling in my room with the door open. It was a snowy Sunday. That guy who committed suicide came by my room to say hi. I said hi. He kinda seemed bored, and waiting for me to invite him or offer him coffee or something. I never did and he left.
So after he killed himself I kept thinking about that, and thinking that maybe if I had been more friendly, whatever bothered him may have been appeased a little, and he wouldn’t have done this. Maybe. So I totally felt bad and partly responsible, even though I probably wasn’t. But I’ll never know now.

So that night, after going to bed at like four or some shit, I had a really bad and intense nocturnal paralysis episode. Due to slight trauma I’m guessing. I dreamt that his ghost came to me, passed through me, and was blaming me for his death. I pretty much believed it too, not really being familiar with sleep paralysis. And even back then I believed in fuckall, this just seemed so damn real.
Later though, I was properly explained what this sleeping disorder is, after I told someone of this event, so I know it wasn’t a ghost.

Nevertheless, that’s my ghost story for the night. To this day though, when I have sleep paralysis episodes, they’re always really bad. I wonder if that whole event fucked me up bad somehow. XD