My Ghost Stories

Happy Halloween! I hope you’re all having a good evening, I spent mine watching a movie with all the lights turned off and pretending I wasn’t home!

Since it’s Halloween, I thought I’d write a blog post that I’ve actually been wanting to write for quite a while now.

I’m a big believer in ghosts and the afterlife and I find the whole idea fascinating. I’ve also had a few experiences myself, and I’d like to share them with you. So grab a hot drink, dim the lights and prepare for some true spooky stories!

The girl in my bedroom

It all started when I was around eight years old, and I was staying at my dad’s house for the weekend. We had just gone to bed and I was sleeping on the top bunk of a bunk bed that I was sharing with my sister.

I rolled over so that I had my back to the wall and I was facing the room, and there, in the middle of the room, was a young girl. At first I thought it was my sister, but I could hear her breathing in the bunk below.

I remember just staring at this girl and trying to figure out what I was seeing. I could see through her, but only when I really focused. I remember thinking that her clothes looked odd, as though they were from a different time, and even though she was looking in my direction, I got the feeling that she couldn’t see me. I squeezed my eyes shut and when I opened them again she was gone.

The haunted house

When I was eleven years old, we moved 250 miles from the South coast to Derbyshire, and with that came a new house. We were living there temporarily as we waited for the sale of our house to go through and the owners of our actual new house to move out. We stayed there for around six months.

The house itself was nice enough, with simple décor and a room each for me and my sister. But after a few weeks of living there, the atmosphere in the house seemed to darken. I would come home from school and as I walked up the road towards the house, I would look up at the windows waiting to see what I thought was inside. Once inside, the quietness was eerie, even with the television on.

At the time I was sleeping on a mattress on the floor, and one morning I woke up to see a young boy sat cross-legged next to me. I looked up at his face and I can still remember perfectly what he looked like. He was silvery-grey and I could see the sun that was coming in through the window shining straight through him. I again got the impression that he wasn’t aware of me, he just stared towards the window and then vanished.

But there was a darkness in that house. As time went on we would hear footsteps on the first floor when nobody was up there, we would feel people brush past us but there was nobody there, and on one occassion my mum saw a black shadow moving between the rooms. When we moved out, I was glad to see the back of that place! 

My great gran

When I think of my Great Gran, I think of her smile and her pet budgie, I think those are the things that I remember from my childhood. Whenever we went to visit her, she would always be smiling, and her pet budgie would sit on the side table chirping away as we fed him dandelion leaves.

When she died, it was unexpected, nobody had a chance to say goodbye. We went to visit her in the morgue, to say goodbye properly before the funeral was held. I remember being really freaked out at seeing her like that, it was really unnerving. As we went to leave, I kissed her forehead and the coldness went through me. It stayed with me for the rest of the day, the image of her lying there and the coldness of her skin.

That night, as I lay in bed, a large ball of light appeared above the bed. It was bigger than any orb I’d ever seen, it covered the entire double bed. I searched around for where it was coming from but there was no explanation. I truly believe that it was her way of telling me that she was ok. It might sound silly, but it really reassured me. That light stayed there all night, whenever I woke up it was still there.

The recording

I was home alone during the summer holidays and I was using the time to learn a new song on the piano, as I did most days during the summer. Once I had perfected the song, I propped up my phone on the side of the piano and hit record. For the next two minutes I played to the best of my ability and sang my little heart out. Listening to the recording would show me any areas that needed working on and it was something I did a lot.

I hit the playback button, waiting to hear the sound of the piano burst into life, but it never came. What came through the speakers still sends a chill down my spine. For a few seconds there was nothing but static before a voice came through and clearly asked: “Why has she stopped playing?” Followed by another voice that I couldn’t make out.

I was so freaked out that i left the house and walked four miles to my grandparents, where I played the recording to them. At the time, I didn’t realise how amazing that recording was, and I lost it when I damaged my phone.

The evil woman

A few years ago, me, my mum and my sister went to stay at a cottage by the sea for a week during the summer. The cottage was quaint and cosy with a great view of the cliffs and the sea in the distance.

A few nights in to the holiday, I woke myself up by sitting bolt upright in bed, something I haven’t done before or since that night. I opened my eyes and in the corner of the room, only a few feet from my bed, was an elderly woman.

This time, I could tell that she could see me, she was looking straight at me and it was terrifying.

She stared for a few seconds before grinning at me, the sort of grin you do when you feel smug or you know you’ve got one over on someone. It wasn’t friendly. 

But the worst part was that her teeth weren’t normal. They looked like shark teeth, perfect rows of triangular teeth, razor sharp and pointed. I hid under the covers and somehow managed to fall asleep.

Once we had left the cottage, I told my family what I had seen. My mum then explained that she had felt someone pushing down on her pillow on the same night that I had seen the old lady. She kept it quiet because she didn’t want to scare us.

Those are my ghost stories, I hope you enjoyed them! I have a few others but these are the main ones. Have you ever had a spooky experience?

-Holly

 

 

 

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4 Comments

  1. Hey Holly, this post was interesting + spooky! I haven’t had any experience (yet) but are aware of things that happened to some of my family and relatives. The last one was the scariest, I wouldn’t stay in bed if I was you – I would run out of the bedroom haha 😛 I am so sorry you had to experience such eerie occurrence. How is things now? Do you still have ghost experiences? I hope you don’t!
    I am so interested in these stories, in fact been watching people’s ghost experiences on the past few weeks (unfortunately past midnight which isn’t the smartest thing to do because I get scared haha) 😛
    x
    Doni

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      1. Please share more stories, I would like to read more (but only if you are comfortable) 🙂 I can understand, of course you will be scared 😛 I don’t know how I would react if I was in your shoes, I would definitely not react smoothly like “How’s it going, mate?” LOOOOOL :p Cool spooky post!

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  2. Fascinating stories. A phrase used by William Shakespeare’s Hamlet: “There are more things in heaven and Earth, Horatio, / Than are dreamt of in your philosophy” [philosopy was science back in those days].

    So true!
    xx,
    mgh
    (Madelyn Griffith-Haynie – ADDandSoMuchMORE dot com)
    ADD/EFD Coach Training Field founder; ADD Coaching co-founder
    “It takes a village to educate a world!”

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