Best Ghost Story Ever?

Question

Best Ghost Story Ever?

Answer 1

The best stories are the ones that have an element of truth to them, so I'll share something that happened after my grandfather passed away clear back when I was a junior in high school in 1968. To be perfectly honest, the whole darn thing is true, but you'd have to have been there to completely believe it.



We had been extremely close, and he was diagnosed with terminal cancer of the gall bladder. It hit him pretty quickly and, since he was in his 80s, was not in the physical condition to fight too long. We lived 180 miles away, and my Mother (his daughter) and I went up to visit him when he did not have too long to go. I of course wanted to stay with him until the end, but he rightfully reminded me that I couldn't do too much except worry, fret, and miss my school. I agreed to go home, but first of course visited with him in earnest because I knew I would not see him again. Well, having been as close as we were, we agreed that, sort of like Houdini did with his wife, IF THERE WAS ANY WAY POSSIBLE to prove the existence of life after death, he would contact me.



Move ahead a month. He's buried, and I'm back home in bed, sleeping in until the very last minute until I can get up, jump in the shower, then race to school four blocks away just before the tardy bell rings like I did the day before - the first day of my return from the services. I wake up, immediately glance across the room at my wall clock to see what time it is, and it immediately falls off the wall and cracks the case holding my autographed baseball from the '67 SF Giants - one of my most prized possessions.



That was interesting, for sure, since it was only about a six inch drop, and it came crashing down hard enough to seriously crack the case that I hadn't damaged the time I dropped in on the sidewalk just after I had taken it over to show a friend a few months earlier. Grandpa had always said that it was almost worse to show up late to something than not to show up at all, so I guess that was the way he needed to show me he wasn't too happy with my pre-school, hope-I'm-not-late routine...



Well...EXACTLY 24 hours to the minute later the next morning, a 6 lb. decorative ceramic coffee pot FLEW about four feet from its resting place and smacked my Mom on her behind, giving her a SERIOUS BRUISE. Now, Mom and I were the only ones in the house at the time. Dad was at work, and I was in another part of the house... I ran out the minute I heard her scream, only to find her pale as.....death. According to her description, the coffee pot had smacked her, then the thing had landed very softly on the floor and ROLLED another fifteen feet to the hearth in front of the fire place - FOLLOWED BY ITS LITTLE COPPER STAND where they both came to rest completely undamaged! Hm....



Now, some of you out there reading this who know anything about teenage angst and its accompanying phenomena would simply chalk it up to the idea that I, being a teenager filled with the angst of having recently lost my best friend in Gramps, was the one guilty of causing the phenomena - possibly psychokenesis.



It sounds like a good idea to go that route, until not too long after that, I became increasingly creeped out by the feeling that there was a presence in my room ALL THE TIME. Now, I loved my Grandpa; he was my playmate, best friend, and confidante. However, to be perfectly honest, I felt almost self conscious getting undressed to go to bed or take a shower. Then, one night, WHEN I COULD SEE THE DEFINITE, CLEARLY OUTLINED IMPRESSION OF A BODY LYING ON MY OTHERWISE SMOOTHLY MADE BED, I had to have a heart to soul talk with Gramps and suggest that maybe he had better things to do and better places to go than hang around with his increasingly nervous grandson!



Guess what! We never had any more phenomena or have I had the feeling he was anywhere around since...

Answer 2

"The whistle". First published in short stories years and years ago. An old widow and her dog are on the porch of their house, located far from town, watching the sun set when suddenly a faint whistling comes from the distance.It grows stronger the closer it gets to the remote house. the women, unable to see anybody or anything with her bad eyesight, grows scared and rushes back into the house. the dog begins barking like crazy, so the woman goes to the cabinet and grabs her husband's shotgun.the whistle gets stronger and is soon heard on the steps of the house , now accompanied by the sound of shuffling footsteps. the dog bolts out through the back door and then woman hears the sound of a scuffle on the side of the house. with the shotgun aimed at the whistle, she starts backing up to the center of the room when suddenly her dog's yelping stops. the shuffling begins to move around the other side of the house, followed closely by the whistling, so the widow, in her fear, kneels. Waiting anxiously, she listened as the shuffling sound ended and the whistling grew fainter and fainter before it disappeared completely into the woods. still not feeling safe, the old widow stayed put until the sun rose hours later. getting up enough nerve, she creaked open the back door to find a trail of blood she quickly realized were all that was left of her brave and faithful dog. She moved that same day.

Answer 3

I don't know if it's the best ever, but my personal ghost story goes like this:

I was spending the night at a friend's house. The house is over 150 years old, and was rumored to be haunted. That being the case, I never wanted to be by myself.

One night, we were playing video games (Mario Kart, to be exact), and after not-too-long I realized I was the only one awake. Being as late as it was (almost 5am), and against my instincts, I decided it was time to call it a night and turn off the TV -- the only source of light in the room.

I laid down on the couch, and not a minute later I heard this strange buzzing sound, followed by "BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG!" It turned out to be just the grandfather clock, but it still scared the crap out of me.

After I calmed down and started to get comfortable, I started to feel a tingly feeling in the back of my neck & on my head -- my hair was standing up. Seconds later, I hear a strange moaning sound coming from the foot of the couch. The sound oscillated kinda like a siren, but it was off-key, almost like an opera singer imitating a police siren. I looked at where it was coming from, and there was nobody there. Had there been, I would've seen their sillouette against the window. It lasted for about 30 seconds, and I just pretended to be dead the entire time. I still don't know what that was.

Answer 4

that is not a properly ordinary tale yet in Key West FL there's a place noted as club Chameleon. It sits on the area of of an old church that grew to become into burned down while the preacher theory his spouse grew to become into having an affair with the deacon. She grew to become into coaching a newborn's bible classification on the time. There are burn marks on the construction and human beings have taken photos the place you will see newborn's faces in the domicile windows. In an establishing in the tower of the construction human beings have seen a woman status. it somewhat is a very eerie place.

Answer 5

Terence Blacker's "Revenance". Not a lot happens, but I love the author's technique. Whenever the ghost-heroine has flashbacks to her actual life (in medieval england) the narrative voice changes to (something like) middle-english - it becomes more poetic, but also full of obsolete/dialectical words. Then again, so are modern-english bits of the book.

Answer 6

On a film, 'The Dead of Night'

Short story, Maybe 'TheTrains' by Robert Aickman

'Confession' Algernon Blackwood

Answer 7

Candy Man

Answer 8

One man asked another, do you believe in Ghosts ?

Tha Man replied, No.

The Asker Wentup in Smoke......... and vanished.



Take Care and God Bless ya.

Answer 9

That Scooby Doo one where it was the museum curator all the time. I believed that one aswell?

Answer 10

my moms friend had a deal with the devil.The devil gave her wealth,but he wanted her to commit murders.When she couldnt take it she went to the church along with my aunt,my cousin,and I think my mom.The devil came!omg it scared the h*ll out of my cousin since he was a kid.The devil was laughing,but I think they prayed,and he went away.true story,i know its hard to believe.

Answer 11

Boo!

Answer 12

the movie "the changeling"

Answer 13

I'm too scared to tell!!!

Answer 14

I don't have a favourite.

Answer 15

death village

Answer 16

lies