ghost stories from around the world

ok here I will share some of my fave ghost stories I find on my web travels, but just t get started I shall recount one of my experiences. A few years back now about ten years ago it was I was visiting one of my closest friends, a good woman solid as a rock and one of the very few I trust and respect, well her oldest daughter and my second daughter are of the same age at this time of visiting they are around two years old, so cup of tea in hand and chattering about normal mundane subjects when my friend sandy says “Oooh you never guess what,” and smiles at me obviously I countered with “what?” her face showing a huge smile knowing my love of all things paranormal and her eyes are shining so I figure she must have found a good book or something “Well” she says “last night I was down here watching the telly and I heard Cindy (her oldest daughter moving about upstairs, it was fairly late and she normally sleeps soundly through the night as you know so I thought it was odd and I went up to pop my head round the door tell her to stop playing and go to sleep, I thought she was just playing with her dolls or something but I get up there and there is not toys out and Cindy is sat up in her bed rubbing her eyes, I asked her what was wrong and went in to give her a cuddle and she said she was ok I asked if she had been playing and she said no mummy so I told her I heard noises what was she doing and she said she wasn’t doing anything but the old man sat on her bed wouldn’t stop moving things about and she was being kept awake by him, well my jaw dropped and I looked around I didn’t want to unsettle her and so I said she must of had a bad dream and she said “no he is still sat on the bed right next to you mummy can you ask to go to his home now so I can go to sleep,” as you can imagine I was rather flabbergasted at this whole thing, her little daughter was not the sort of kid to make things up and apart from anything she was only two years old so I don’t think at such a young age she could have thought out any of this in the first place so we had to just go with it obviously I asked sandy what she did to settle the situation and she replied “Well from that night she has shared a room with her baby sister and no one goes in the back room now” and to this day Cindy still shares with her sister and now she is twelve. I don’t mind admitting the whole thing had me freaked out for a long time! Another time that comes to memory again this didn’t actually happen to me but to my friend I haven’t seen her in  long time but she was a good friend and very down to earth sort of character not prone to flights of fancy or being imaginative so this is back before any of us had children about twenty five years ago and she lived with her then boyfriend in a house that was all small -very small!-flats/apartments it was a big old Victorian house that had split up into various rooms rented out, she told me that the night before her boyfriend had popped out to the shop it was quite late but they hadn’t gone to bed yet about eleven o clock at night and she had just sat down after putting the last wash load in the washer when she saw out of the corner of her eye a movement like a shadow which she turned to look at and saw an old man walk across the room from behind to pass right in front of her and walk over to the opposite corner of the room and then fade through the wall at that corner. Well we knew the house was old but this was the first I had heard of anything ghostly we were both a bit unsettled and later when her boyfriend joined us I was just about to leave and I mentioned what she had been telling me about this ghost and he knew and said he had seen him a few times particularly on the stairs, I was always a bit scared going round to visit after that! ok now to some I found on the net It was March of 1987 and I was in foster care in Madison County, North Carolina. My foster-sister and I had a habit of walking the five miles around the dirt road that circled up and around her house and lead to the main highway. On this particular day, it was sunny and warm enough to be comfortable. We were laughing and talking like we always did. But I kept getting the feeling that were not only being watched, but followed. I could see a big black shape off in the woods to the left across a small field. I tried to tell myself that it was probably a bear and we should keep moving. We made our usual turn at the top of the hill to go left and finish our circuit to the main road. We passed a place where I had been before, cutting trees for firewood with my dad. There was an old house there that had slid off its foundation and was sitting at an angle on the side of the hill in a small valley. I mentioned it to my foster-sister and she wanted to see it, so we went. All the while, I still had the feeling of being followed, only closer this time. We reached the house and went inside, laughing at the fun house effect. I heard the sound of footsteps outside and froze. By this time, she heard it to and we both stood absolutely still. Then we saw this large black shape dart past the window. I got a good look at it and realized that this was no bear. We inched close to the door as quietly as possible, counted to three, and ran for our lives. We could feel it following us, so instead of taking the long way home, we crawled through a fence and ran down the pasture until we reached the bottom of the hill, which ended about 100 yards from her driveway. We ran all the way to her house and could still feel it watching us. It was like we were in a glass house and it could see and feel exactly where we were. We were much more careful about where we walked and never went back to the “floating house” ever again.





On October 2, 2012, I had a dream about my ex-girlfriend. We had broken up five years ago to the day and I had never really stopped loving her, hoping she might come back some day. I kept in touch with some of her friends to hear how she was doing, and occasionally we sent emails to each other. One night I dreamed that she walking along a path of tiny stones, dressed in a white nightgown I had bought her once and that I liked. She shimmered with a heavenly light and she stopped to look at me, for in the dream I was watching her from a distance on the side of this path. I wanted to run to her and hold her tight because I felt a sadness radiating from her, but at the same time it was mixed with a joy I had never felt. She smiled at me and told me that she loved me always and that she was alright now and safe. She told me to move on and that she would always watch over me. Then she started walking again and disappeared into this light that became brighter than the sun. I woke up sweating and with my heart beating so fast in my chest. The next morning, I opened my email, and a mutual friend we had sent me a message that she had died the night before in a car wreck. I am glad she stopped by to tell me goodbye.



When I was a young girl, I absolutely loved animals and often preferred to spend time with pets over other kids at times. My neighbors had a hunting dog named Corkey who lived to be 12 years old. As a child, I would often wander over to the neighbor’s yard and play with Corkey. They kept him chained up out back adjacent to our yard during the days while they worked. I would try to teach him tricks and give him treats. I pretended he was my dog. I was not allowed to have a dog growing up. I was now 16 years old. It was a cold spring day. I put my robe and slippers on and went to grab a soda off the back patio. I opened the back door and saw Corkey sitting in his usual spot. I called out, “Hey, Corkey!” The dog never moved. He just sat and stared at me. I said, “Corkey, what’s the matter?” The dog still never flinched and just kept looking at me. I remember just looking at him and in the back of my head, something felt “off”. He was sitting upright and absolutely motionless. I took the soda and went inside. I was getting a glass out of the cupboard, and my mom walked in. I made the comment that “it sure is cold out today, and I can’t believe they are leaving that poor dog out all day like that.” My Mom said, “Corkey was put down two weeks ago. He had cancer and was suffering.” I said, “No, Mom. I just saw him a few minutes ago.” My Mom, who was stubborn and never wrong, said sarcastically, “The dog is dead. I talked to her [meaning the neighbor woman]. She was very upset about losing him.” I, being sure I was right, walked over to the window and looked out, and now saw that Corkey was not outside. I re-thought what I had seen out there. I remember feeling that it was odd that Corkey never wagged his tail or moved when I called out to him. I also remember seeing his chain hanging down from his neck. There was no chain even out there anymore. It really shocked me. I couldn’t believe it. Then it started to make sense. That feeling I had when the dog did not respond, it was that odd feeling, like in the back of your head that something isn’t right, but you brush it off. I have read and heard others tell stories of seeing ghosts that appeared to be alive and solid. They all say the same thing: “They had no expression on their face. You could not tell what they were feeling at all.” What I think about the most is that I called out to him twice and he never responded, just sat and stared at me. If someone else would have been next to me, would they have seen him? Or did I just look like a crazy person calling out to a non-existent dog? It’s just so bizarre. I clearly saw and spoke to a dog that was not alive.





one cannot have a page of ghost stories without including one of my fave stories of all time; ladies and gentlemen I introduce to you saki and the open window

The Open Window
“My aunt will be down presently, Mr. Nuttel,” said a very self-possessed young lady of fifteen; “in the meantime you must try and put up with me.” Framton Nuttel endeavoured to say the correct something which should duly flatter the niece of the moment without unduly discounting the aunt that was to come. Privately he doubted more than ever whether these formal visits on a succession of total strangers would do much towards helping the nerve cure which he was supposed to be undergoing. “I know how it will be,” his sister had said when he was preparing to migrate to this rural retreat; “you will bury yourself down there and not speak to a living soul, and your nerves will be worse than ever from moping. I shall just give you letters of introduction to all the people I know there. Some of them, as far as I can remember, were quite nice.” Framton wondered whether Mrs. Sappleton, the lady to whom he was presenting one of the letters of introduction came into the nice division. “Do you know many of the people round here?” asked the niece, when she judged that they had sufficient silent communion. “Hardly a soul,” said Framton. “My sister was staying here, at the rectory, you know, some four years ago, and she gave me letters of introduction to some of the people here.” He made the last statement in a tone of distinct regret. “Then you know practically nothing about my aunt?” pursued the self-possessed young lady. “Only her name and address,” admitted the caller. He was wondering whether Mrs. Sappleton was in the married or widowed state. An undefinable something about the room seemed to suggest masculine habitation. “Her great tragedy happened just three years ago,” said the child; “that would be since your sister’s time.” “Her tragedy?” asked Framton; somehow in this restful country spot tragedies seemed out of place.
     “You may wonder why we keep that window wide open on an October afternoon,” said the niece, indicating a large French window that opened on to a lawn. “It is quite warm for the time of the year,” said Framton; “but has that window got anything to do with the tragedy?” “Out through that window, three years ago to a day, her husband and her two young brothers went off for their day’s shooting. They never came back. In crossing the moor to their favourite snipe-shooting ground they were all three engulfed in a treacherous piece of bog. It had been that dreadful wet summer, you know, and places that were safe in other years gave way suddenly without warning. Their bodies were never recovered. That was the dreadful part of it.” Here the child’s voice lost its self-possessed note and became falteringly human. “Poor aunt always thinks that they will come back someday, they and the little brown spaniel that was lost with them, and walk in at that window just as they used to do. That is why the window is kept open every evening till it is quite dusk. Poor dear aunt, she has often told me how they went out, her husband with his white waterproof coat over his arm, and Ronnie, her youngest brother, singing ‘Bertie, why do you bound?’ as he always did to tease her, because she said it got on her nerves. Do you know, sometimes on still, quiet evenings like this, I almost get a creepy feeling that they will all walk in through that window – ” She broke off with a little shudder. It was a relief to Framton when the aunt bustled into the room with a whirl of apologies for being late in making her appearance. “I hope Vera has been amusing you?” she said. “She has been very interesting,” said Framton. “I hope you don’t mind the open window,” said Mrs. Sappleton briskly; “my husband and brothers will be home directly from shooting, and they always come in this way. They’ve been out for snipe in the marshes today, so they’ll make a fine mess over my poor carpets. So like you menfolk, isn’t it?”
     She rattled on cheerfully about the shooting and the scarcity of birds, and the prospects for duck in the winter. To Framton it was all purely horrible. He made a desperate but only partially successful effort to turn the talk on to a less ghastly topic, he was conscious that his hostess was giving him only a fragment of her attention, and her eyes were constantly straying past him to the open window and the lawn beyond. It was certainly an unfortunate coincidence that he should have paid his visit on this tragic anniversary. “The doctors agree in ordering me complete rest, an absence of mental excitement, and avoidance of anything in the nature of violent physical exercise,” announced Framton, who laboured under the tolerably widespread delusion that total strangers and chance acquaintances are hungry for the least detail of one’s ailments and infirmities, their cause and cure. “On the matter of diet they are not so much in agreement,” he continued. “No?” said Mrs. Sappleton, in a voice which only replaced a yawn at the last moment. Then she suddenly brightened into alert attention – but not to what Framton was saying. “Here they are at last!” she cried. “Just in time for tea, and don’t they look as if they were muddy up to the eyes!” Framton shivered slightly and turned towards the niece with a look intended to convey sympathetic comprehension. The child was staring out through the open window with a dazed horror in her eyes. In a chill shock of nameless fear Framton swung round in his seat and looked in the same direction. In the deepening twilight three figures were walking across the lawn towards the window, they all carried guns under their arms, and one of them was additionally burdened with a white coat hung over his shoulders. A tired brown spaniel kept close at their heels. Noiselessly they neared the house, and then a hoarse young voice chanted out of the dusk: “I said, Bertie, why do you bound?” Framton grabbed wildly at his stick and hat; the hall door, the gravel drive, and the front gate were dimly noted stages in his headlong retreat. A cyclist coming along the road had to run into the hedge to avoid imminent collision.
     “Here we are, my dear,” said the bearer of the white mackintosh, coming in through the window, “fairly muddy, but most of it’s dry. Who was that who bolted out as we came up?” “A most extraordinary man, a Mr. Nuttel,” said Mrs. Sappleton; “could only talk about his illnesses, and dashed off without a word of goodby or apology when you arrived. One would think he had seen a ghost.” “I expect it was the spaniel,” said the niece calmly; “he told me he had a horror of dogs. He was once hunted into a cemetery somewhere on the banks of the Ganges by a pack of pariah dogs, and had to spend the night in a newly dug grave with the creatures snarling and grinning and foaming just above him. Enough to make anyone lose their nerve.” Romance at short notice was her specialty.
The Cloak by Glenn C.
I live in the northern mountain city of the Philippines. In that city, there are areas there that are rumored to be haunted. One time, my friends and I agreed to try ghost hunting for fun. We chose a Friday night, from 10:00 p.m. until 2:00 a.m. to do this. There were five of us in the car. We very slowly drove and cruised this area, looking and feeling intently to every direction of the road we are in. This road is darker than the usual night dark. There were only a few lights on the street, many big houses that nobody is living in. Only security guards are in the houses. After about 15 minutes of hunting, we came across to a security guard of one houses. At first, we thought he was walking while a little dancing, but when we came closer to him and the light from the car gave us better visibility, we saw he was not dancing. He was just walking straight – but just right behind him was something like a cloak. He is not wearing the cloak, but it is like it is there floating just right behind him. We don’t even think he knows about it. The cloak is like the dark brown cloak with hood used by old Spanish priest in the 19th century! During the time that the guard is walking, nobody reacted. But 30 minutes after, we all agree to what we saw and was a little afraid. Afraid because after passing through that place, we felt very heavy in the car, as if something evil came along with us riding in the roof of the car. We just let it go after the hunting. A week later, about 2:00 a.m. when sleeping, I suddenly felt like I cannot move. Every time an evil presence is around, the feeling of cannot move, but your mind is fighting to be fully awake – like a nightmare, but you are very conscious. I felt like it and I fought it until I was able to open my eyes. I saw the brown cloak in my room. Wandering there. I fought this paralyzed state until I can move. then he was gone. And I never saw him again.
About ten years ago my 3 year old son and I moved into a new house. Well, it was new to us, but it was actually a very old house. The inside of the house always seemed to be just a little darker and a little colder than it should be. I had noticed that the first time I went to view the house but as it was summer I figured it would save on cooling costs. Soon after we moved in a friend of mine came by. We were sitting and talking for a few minutes but she seemed uncomfortable the whole time. Then I saw in her face that something in the other room caught her attention. Her eyes got big. She said “I have to go.” I asked her what was wrong but she said she didn’t want to tell me. I kept after her because her reaction was kind of freaking me out. On her way out the door she finally said “This house is haunted” but she wouldn’t tell me what made her think so. Still to this day ten years later she refuses to tell me what she saw. About a week after that night my 3 year old son casually asked me who the old lady in the bathroom was. One day I was leaving for work but once I got to the car I realized I needed to run back in the house to get something. I walked in to the house and as soon as I got inside this framed photo on the wall shot off the wall. Now, I don’t mean it fell because of some issue with the nail or anything like that. It shot horizontally away from the wall, not vertically down. And it landed on a mosaic table with enough force to break some of the tiles off of it. I felt like whatever was in the house was pissed that I came back in after it thought I had left for the day! After living in the house for about six months, I noticed a weird square cut into the boards on the deck. There was no handle but I was able to pry it up. The hole was just big enough to fit through, and there was a ladder going down. For some reason I went down and found myself in what looked like a homemade basement. It was basically just a room dug out of the earth, no constructed walls or stone supports or anything like you would expect if it was a basement that was built with the house. It was very dark but I could see over in the corner a suspicious-looking large stone. It looked like one of those light-colored 100+ year old headstones that you see in old cemeteries. Just then some camel crickets started jumping at me so I got my ass out of that “basement” as fast as I could and never went back. Now, this is the part that affected me most and the reason we left the house. One night I was in bed but not yet asleep, laying on my stomach. I heard someone walk into the room. I heard footsteps come from the doorway over to my bed. I didn’t realize until later that the fact that I heard the footsteps was weird because the room was carpeted. When the footsteps reached my bed, I felt someone put their hands on my back. Two hands, just gently laid flat on my back and kept there. I assumed it was my son. I said “What are you doing?” but no one answered. I looked up and no one was there. I got up and checked my son’s bedroom but he was in bed asleep. We moved out soon after that.
I was awoken one night to a loud crash in my bathroom. I went in and all of the things on my sink top were in the middle of the floor. I mean, about 3 ft away from the sink. Everything. Not just one thing fell over and knocked the other into the sink, but toothbrush, toothpaste, hairgel, face wash, e4, handsoap… All on the floor in the middle of the bathroom. What was even worse is that, between waking up and going to check out the bathroom, as I crossed the landing back to my room I noticed a light had come on downstairs. I went down and both the hall light and living room light were on, except none of the light switches were in the ‘on’ position. I had to click the switch on/off to make them switch off. I was living on my own at the time and it freaked me out a little bit, but I’m still in the same house and have had no other experiences. Edit: I should add that, the first thing I assumed was a break in, or in the case of the bathroom stuff, wind. However, all the doors were still locked and bolted from the inside, and no windows were open (not to mention the bathroom is bulkhead bathroom and has no windows anyway).
I had picked up my boyfriend and we stopped at my house so I could take a bath before we went to my mother’s house. He stayed on the porch to smoke a cigarette while I went inside. At the time, there was no one else in the house. I went back to my bedroom, where there is a chain on the inside to lock it, chained the door and ran the bath. My room is tiny and there are no places where a person could hide, and no way that a human can slip in the door once it’s chained. Can’t open the window either without a lot of noise and effort. I was washing my hair and out of the corner of my eye I saw some movement. I glanced up and a hand came out of nowhere and grabbed the handle of the bathroom door, slamming it shut. I didn’t freak out at first, because I thought my boyfriend had snuck in behind me to play a prank. I laughed, stepped out of the tub and opened the door. There was no one in the room, and the chain was still locked. I started to flip out, walking in circles in the room trying to find who had slammed the door, checking to see that the window was still locked. No one. My boyfriend was still on the porch when I came out. A few days after, the lights started flickering. I live in a double wide trailer, so I thought it was just faulty wiring. It still could be. But then one night I was walking out of the bedroom to get a glass of water and the hall light went out, which wouldn’t be so strange except that the broom (which was propped behind the washer) fell over, barring my path down the hall. I was more annoyed than scared until I saw a dark black shadow dart forward past me into the kitchen. I thought it was my cat but I glanced back into the bedroom and my fat cat was sitting right behind me. I took this as a sign to go to bed. Thought I was seeing things. The next day my fountain drink exploded. No reason. It wasn’t particularly hot or cold, so the Styrofoam had no reason to combust. AC or heat was not on. There was no one near it. It just exploded in a sticky, syrupy mess all over the couch. I thought I was going crazy until my boyfriend and a few friends mentioned weird experiences in the house as well. I would chalk it up to hysteria, or exaggerated stories for attention, except that I hadn’t told anyone else about my own experiences. Sometimes I still see tall shadows in the bathroom, which I reason away by saying it’s my cat so I can get some sleep. When these things happen, it’s either the paranormal passing through or I’m just scaring myself. Either way no one will come to harm, and that’s what’s important. Edit: Just to clarify a few things: I chained the bedroom door because my boyfriend and I were about a week into dating, so we weren’t sexually active yet. I am also shy about my body, and he is a bit of a prankster, hence why I locked the door and thought it was him messing with me. No, I didn’t lock him out of the house, just my bedroom. I have actually been to a therapist and schizophrenia was ruled out. Seasonal depression, sure. So if that’s the cause of these experiences, at least that would be an explanation my brain can wrap around and I would be grateful. These are things that did happen to me. I don’t mind being called a liar or an idiot, because I know that it happened. I don’t have anything to prove. I only wanted to let original comment know that he/she was not alone, and if that makes me an idiot, so be it. I didn’t expect that my comment would even be read, so thank you to those who did! I don’t wish this type of experience on anyone, but if you do have them know this: they can’t hurt you. It’s weird, it’s scary, but there is a certain peace in knowing that once you’ve experienced something like that, the rest can’t affect you nearly so much.
I have a three year old daughter now, about 3 and a half years ago when my wife was pregnant with her, I got a phone call from an “unknown number”. When I picked up it was a little girl who called me daddy, I told her “sorry but you have the wrong number” and she answered, “no. You’re my daddy”. I proceeded to tell her, “no. I don’t have a daughter” and the little girl said in one of the creepiest little kid voices I can remember “oh yes you do daddy” and then I was so freaked out and strung out on caffeine that I just hung up. My wife asked me what had happened and I joked that our daughter had called me from the future. Sure enough a few months later we did have a little girl and I was a daddy. Fast forward to yesterday, I was taking care of her and moving some boxes and I heard her on the phone with grandma. At first I thought nothing of it, then I realized she must have used the auto dial herself and I was impressed, then I realized I needed to ask some questions and put the phone out of reach to prevent unwanted 911 calls and the like. When they were done talking I asked her who else she called and she said “just grandma and you.” I’m 100% sure she didn’t phone me yesterday even though she maintains it and says we talked. I checked the call log and it has dozens of numbers on auto dial that she tried and our home number is in them. So while I’m sure it’s just coincidence, it’s a bit spooky

4 responses

  1. Dear Kizzy,
    My sister lives in an old house–more than a hundered years old–up in Juneau, AK and she had a completely unexpected “visitation” one night. She isn’t prone to flights of fancy either, and was even reluctant to mention it. I absolutely believe her.

    I was very surprised, and had to laugh to see you had included “The Open Window” by Saki. It was the very first story my son Eli and I learned to tell for a tandem performance at the Folklife Festival Ghost Story Concert. I LOVE that story–wonderfully creepy, but so much potential for humor, which I also love.

    GREAT post!

    1. hiya my lovely friend so lovely to hear from you again, and i simply had to not only is saki one of my all time faves but this story was one of those that stayed with me from the second i read it as a young girl and it is not often something sticks like that, i loved it! i love the idea of you and Eli and the performance that would have been great! and something i would have loved to have been there for,would love to talk with your sister re her experience; i am the worlds most addicted ghost/mystery story fan! i love them i can never get enough of anything creepy i guess for me i like the fact that even though we think we have everything solved in this modern day and age i love the idea there are still some levels out there some experiences no one can adequately explain, ghosts and mysteries i live on them ^_^ anyways i really should sleep its late but had to say hi and thank you for dropping by its always lovely to hear your voice take care xx

      1. Hi Kizzy,
        For me it’s the mystery of the unexplained, exploring the realm of possibility of the human mind and heart that fascinates me. I believe that what we think of as ghosts will one day be scientifically explained as what happens when something interrupts or disrupts the natural journey or progression of one’s life energy upon death. Flying, electric light, healing, even writing was once considered possible only through the use of magic, rather than through science and an accumulation of knowledge. I think that ghosts and apparitions could one day be explained, when we have learned much more about why and how it happens.
        SO good to connect. Best wishes, and sweet dreams!

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