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I love a good ghost story, soooo - tell us your creepy/ghostly encounters?

I'll start-

The house I grew up in was really old and sometimes you could hear people walking around upstairs when there was no-one else there. It was a detached house, so it wasn't coming from next door or anything, and I've got no siblings to be playing tricks.

Also, the place had an extension that had recently been added on, and you only ever heard the footsteps in the old part of the house.

My boyfriend and I used to share a one-room apartment that was very small (255cm by 340cm) and more than a handful of times I would wake, unable to move. I would feel terror because I could hear the front door shaking, footsteps through the entrance where our sink was, then getting closer, walking over (through?) me and then my boyfriend sleeping next to me. Finally the steps would lead right through our sliding door out to the balcony.

When my family first moved into this house, we'd sometimes all pile into my parents' room and basically have family sleepovers. One night, we all heard this loud thump downstairs, but none of us wanted to look, so we left it alone.

The next day we found a painting that had been hanging in the dining room neatly propped up against the wall. A full foot and a half away from where it had been hanging on the wall, so the likelihood of it falling like that got even slimmer. No one had touched the damn thing.

I've also had my dresser pulls rattle when I was across the room, but I'm me so the second I heard that I noped the fuck outta there, without even bothering to look at my dresser.

And, not a person experience, but: my college has a lot of ghost stories. One of the more popular ones is about Clog Girl. Long story short, this girl wore clogs all the time (I guess it was an 80s thing,) and one night she was brutally murdered, and her body was left by the boilers. A combination of the murder and the heat left her so disfigured that she was only able to be identified by her clogs. Now, people have said they've heard her clogs on that part of campus, even when there's very obviously no one there. Some students say that if you hear the clogs it means you're in danger, but I've never found out if that's true, since everyone I know who heard them booked it the second they did.

It's especially fun (okay, not at all fun) because that's a true story. Obviously there are some details that got exaggerated over the years, but the mother of a hallmate of mine was on campus and in the building next to where the girl was murdered, and she refuses to talk about it. Plus the guy swears he'll kill another Macon woman if he's ever let out of prison. (Though I don't know if he's changed that to "student at that there college" since it went co-ed recently...)

I've always been into the occult and stuff, so I had a ouija board by the time I was twelve. Playing around with it was pretty common for my friends and I when we'd have a sleepover, though none of us really believed it worked.

On one of my birthdays, we did it full out - candles, in the dark the whole nine yards - and we got this random, pretty generic "ghost" who would say stupid things (we were teens and at that age, so "touching your boob!" was, you know, funny). There was one particular phrase "he" said over and over again, though, and in subsequent sessions he'd keep showing up.

I never really thought about it until a few years later when I used my ouija board with a completely different group of people and we kept getting the same message. I thought maybe I was doing it subconsciously and let them do it themselves and it kept coming. I freaked a little, but still didn't think much of it.

It wasn't until my mom and her friends were using it one night and were having fun - until I walked in the room and them the message started again and they couldn't get rid of it - that I got good and freaked. I've never used a ouija board since and destroyed mine.

My friends and I are superstitious, but are curious about the occult as well, and every time we start on using the Ouiji board we freak out and don't want to do it. We fail so much. LOL

I'm Southeast Asian and where my parents come from (I grew up in the US), the majority of the belief is "shaman". Just basically, we believe the spirits of the dead are always around us.

When I was around 4, some close family friends had a very sick daughter. She was probably no more than 7 when she lost her battle to leukemia, and her younger sister, who was 5, became [i]very[/i] sick and began seeing spirits all around her. It was pretty scary, because we'd be over at their apartment, and she'd sit up from sleeping on the couch and start crying. She'd tell us she sees a "monster" standing in the corner. Eventually, her parents had her name changed, and she got better. *in our beliefs, there is the idea that if you are plagued with bad luck, meaning the spirit world is closer to you than most other people, the only way to reverse it is to change your name; that way when people call you by your new name the spirits around will think you as another person and not bother you*
To this day, she can be very paranoid when things go bump in the night, or tell us she has "creepy vibes" when she's in certain places.

Also, when I was 16, my family moved from a fairly good sized suburban city just 15 minutes away from the down town area to a super tiny (less than 1000 people living there at the time) farming town in the middle of nowhere that was getting in on the new developmental residential sub-divisions. As a teen, I stayed home alone a lot on weekends since I hated going to my parents' family friends' houses. For the first two months I swore that something was fucking with me, because I'd have the tv on a certain channel, and for any reason I leave the living room, when I come back it'd be to another channel. At first, I thought I was just being forgetful, but after a week I purposely would say, "OK, I'm watching channel 4," before going to the bathroom and come back to see that the channel had changed.
My grandma lives on the other side of the country, so when she came to visit and see the new house she blessed it. Grandma's a shaman priest, or knows a lot about the practices at the very least, even though she goes to church and believes in Jesus.

I'm Romanian,and we have the same belief.If one of the kids of a big family got sick,the family would give him/her to another big family(or sometimes to a widow with 3 or more children) to rename him/her,then "buy" the kid back.I don't really know how,because this is something my grandma told me.

The end of my junior year in high school, both the US History teacher and the World History teacher (yes, there was only one of each, I went to a small school) basically had an open house for their students. I ended up going to both. The one at the US History teacher's house was uneventful, but the World History teacher had an old (like, built in the 1830s, and now all the Europeans are laughing at me, but for my part of the US that's really old) house. I and one of my friends wandered away from the barbecue pit, which was where most everyone was because of the food, and went upstairs to the second floor to see if we could get out onto the balcony. We couldn't, because the door out onto it was locked, but when we turned around to leave, the door to the staircase to the third floor (which wasn't part of the open house) opened without either one of us touching it. We both started feeling really strange and shivering, even though it wasn't any colder than it had been. We felt something go past us, and we thought we saw a shadow, although that last could have been us freaking each other out at that point. We went back downstairs and point-blank asked our teacher if the house was haunted. His response was, "Oh, you saw her?"

Apparently one of the previous owners of the house was a woman who'd been born in the house, grew up there, never married, was left the house by her parents, and died there. According to our teacher and the previous owner, she never left. Our teacher had never seen her, but was used to hearing her, and when they'd first moved in she'd knocked paintings off the wall if she didn't like where they were. I thought he was pulling our leg, but one of the other students was going white - turns out our teacher had already told the other student the story (they were interested in pre-Civil-War architecture for some reason), and *they* were really freaked out that we hadn't known the ghost was there and seen/felt it.

I've had the same feeling in other places since then, and every time but one, later found out that it was supposed to be haunted. I've never gotten the idea the ghost was hostile, though, and I've never had one of them do something tangible like open a door again.

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