Post Your Real Ghost Stories

[bekindtoyurbuds]

Hey hows it going guys/girls

Here are a few ghost stories, some that have been told by my grandparents, parents and some that have happened to me, Enjoy!

ALL OF THE STORIES ARE TRUE!!!!!!

SORT OF LONG, BUT WORTH THE READ!!

The first story comes from my grandmother on my fathers side..........

1.

It happened sometime around the 1950's my Great Grandfather was dyeing and in the hospital (in Chicago, this was way before my time so I know little of the actual year and location).

My Grandmother had gone to visit him (her father) in the hospital which was on the 6th floor of the building, he was nearing the end so she figured she would be there to comfort him. My Grandmother had spent a few days in the hospital, as my Great Grandfather's condition deteriorated.

On this certain night my Great Grandfather was sleeping in the hospital bed as my Grandmother read a book to herself by his side. (as she says) All of a sudden she heard a tapping on the window, TAP TAP TAP, as she describes it, "it was not a "light tap" but more of a deliberate tap, as in to get someones attention". (Keep in mind that my Great Grandfathers room was on the 6th floor, with no trees anywhere near the window, according to my Grandmother).

Just as my Grandmother lifted her head, diverting her attention from her book to the window, from which the tapping came, my Great Grandfather, who was sleeping soundly, sat strait up in bed and pointed at the window, and SCREAMED! "Hes here, Hes here to take me!". My Grandmother then turned to the window and noticed that there was a black shadowy figured outside of the window, (as she puts it) "it blocked the lamps in the street, that could be seen from the window, and then vanished".

According to my grandmother, she was very frightened, not only because her Dyeing father had practically jumped from the bed, but also from the figure that she had seen out the window. My Great Grandfather died within an hour of this happening.

My Grandmother swears that it was Death (The Grimm Reaper) coming to escort his soul to the afterlife.

And here is another story told by my Mother about her Grandparents (my Great grandparents)

I don't know too many of the details of this story but I will relay what information I have, (I will talk to my mother soon to seen if she can give me anymore info)

2.

As the story goes (told to me by my mother) This story takes place sometime in the 1930's or 40's

My Great Grandparents on my mother side (not sure if they were my grandmothers parents or my grandfathers parents), once owned a table (not sure how they came about this table, I have no idea if was an err loom or something they purchased, but it definitely was not new) This table was placed in the Dining room, to be used as a place that all the family could sit at and have dinner. The children in the family would often play at the table (jacks or card games and what not).

As my mother tells it " when all of the children would put there hands on the table, it would start to dance" "not just rocking on the floor, as if the children were tipping it from side to side" "it would actually lift off of the ground, and make motions back and forth as if it were dancing". Apparently this happened numerous times, the kids in the family told there father (my great grandfather) what would happen when they put all of their hands on the table, he would say "NON SENSE!".

According to my mother he was a very stern and serious person, and did not have anytime for "fun and games". One day while the whole family was in the Dining room all of the children put their hands on the table, to show their father that what they had said was true, and the table began to dance. Apparently my Great grandfather walked over to the table saw what was happening and then gently placed his hands on the table, and the table dropped to the ground and stopped "dancing"

As my mother tells it, anytime the children would put their hands on the table it would dance, if, while it was dancing, my Great Grandfather put his hands on the table, it would stop immediately! According to my mother this happened over and over again,

I will have to ask her what ever happened to the table (it would be interesting to have now)

My next few stories involve the house that my parents live in now. Purchased new in 1990, in a nice newly developing neighborhood, near the base of a 1500ft mountain. (I'm not sure if this has anything to do with it) but the area where the house stands now, was once occupied by Indians and early settlers to California (around the 1800's)

I lived in this house from 1990 till the mid 2000's before moving into my own place (Im only 28, so I moved out when I was about 23)

(a little background info on the house) Since moving into this house we have always had strange things happen, it first started with slamming of cabinets, lights and appliances turning on and off by themselves. Most nights it would sound as if someone was walking down the hallway, as verified by my mother father and brothers.

It got to the point where if me or my brothers were sick we would not want to stay home alone, we would end up just going to school anyways because we didn't want to stay in the house alone.

I remember one night, it was raining outside with lightening and thunder, when cabinets started to slam open and shut with no one near them. (we never saw them slam, but could definitely hear them!) My brothers and I ran outside (I was 12 as was my twin, and my older brother was 15). We stood outside in the rain for about 3 hours till my parents came home, we did not want to go back inside.

This happened many many times to everyone in the family. (all 5 of us)

During the period while all of this was still happening in our house.........

3.

One Night me and my mother (I was about 17) followed my dad down stairs....

We started on the 2nd story of our house, from the main living room, where the couch and TV are. Down the hallway (20ft), down the first flight of stairs (8ft), down the second flight of stairs (8ft), down the first level hallway (10ft), down another hallway (5ft) to the house/garage door entrance and into the laundry room

Me and my mother followed my father all the way from the upstairs to the down stairs a total, of at least 41ft, if not more. Keep in mind that we were two steps behind him the whole time, all the way from the upstairs room to the laundry room (down stairs), prob about 3 ft away from him the whole time. (if I would have taken a "double step" I could have touched him in the back)

Each time my dad turned a corner, 1 sec later, me and my mother turned the corner, with my dad in sight for 98% of the journey (from upstairs to downstairs)

when we turned the corner down the last stretch of (downstairs) hallway, ending in the Laundry room, we froze.......my dad was nowhere to be found.

I paused......said "what the hell" turned to look at my mom, (she gave me a weird look) and we both started calling for my dad. Who happened to be sitting upstairs where we started the journey.

My question is, WHO THE HELL DID WE FOLLOW INTO THE LAUNDRY ROOM IF IT WASN'T MY DAD???????? WE HAD OUR EYES ON WHATEVER IT WAS THE WHOLE TIME, AS WE FOLLOWED IT DOWNSTAIRS!!!!!!!!

And this leads me to my next ghost story, this happened last year (2009), around Thanksgiving.

4.

I was visiting my parents for the holiday, staying in my old room I have always had, since my parents have never changed it since I left.

I was sleeping in bed and woke up around 4 in the morning and was super thirsty, I decided to go back to sleep because if I got up to get some water I would probably never get back to sleep.

I woke up a few hours later because I had gotten a phone call (it was about 7:45am according to my cell phone), I answered, but nobody replied so I hung up , by this time I REALLY needed some water, so I had to get up. I had a cup next to my bed so I grabbed it and headed toward the bathroom to fill it up (which is just across the hall from my room, about 8 ft away)

As I opened my door, I noticed my dad standing in his robe messing with the TV (which is normal, as he normally will wake up and turn the TV on so he can watch it while getting ready for work) I said "good morning" and proceeded to walk to the bathroom to fill my cup with water and head back to bed.

As I was walking to the bathroom my father followed me, and proceeded to talk to me as I was filling my cup with water.......

I was half asleep at this point, and really couldn't comprehend anything that he had said to me, it was just all "gibberish" at the time.

He kept talking to me as I was heading back to my room, when I finally got to the door of my room,

I said "DAD! I don't know what the hell your talking about , I'm going back to sleep!" Then proceeded to walk into my room.

When I woke up a few hours later I remembered that my dad was talking to me when I went to get some water, a few hours before. All I could remember was that my dad was telling me that the house was a mess and to clean it up before he came home, I also remembered that I yelled at him.

Feeling super bad for yelling at my dad, as soon as I woke up I straightened everything in the house, cleaned the dishes, vacuumed the floors, basically I did everything to make the house look "spik and span",before he came home, it was perfect!

I waited around the house till about 6pm, still feeling bad for talking that way to my dad. As soon as my dad walked in the door, I was there to meet him, I told him that I was sorry for talking that way to him early this morning.

He looked puzzled......and said what?..........what are you talking about?

So I went over what had happened early in the morning and once again told him that I was sorry.

He then said "I didn't see you this morning" I said yeah, it was at.....(looking at my phone, to check the time when the person who had called me had woken me up).....7:45am..........

My dad then proceeded to tell me that he had to leave early for work that morning because the alarm at work had gone off.

He said that he left the house sometime around 3am in the morning and was no where near the house at or around 7:45am in the morning.............

ONCE AGAIN!!!!!!!! WHO THE HELL DID I TALK TOO EARLY THAT MORNING!!!!!!!

And sorry to make this post so long, here is my last story................... (I hope they have been interesting!)

This story happened just earlier this year in Tombstone Arizona, at the Best Western hotel called Lookout Lodge.

5.

Me and my family took a trip to Tombstone Arizona, we stayed at the Best Western (Lookout Lodge) just outside town. (which happens to be about a half mile away from boot hill)

It was a birthday present for my twin brother who wanted to check out Tombstone so all of my family went (all 5 of us). We ended up getting to Tombstone pretty late in the night maybe around 10 pm... we checked in and them headed to our room, (I can't remember what room it was but if I saw a layout of the hotel I could tell you what room we were in).

There were five of us staying in the room all together, with only two beds, it really didn't matter, because my parents could sleep in the same bed, my two brothers in the other bed, I would sleep on the floor (I didn't mind).

As we were unpacking all of are stuff, my brother notice a dead scorpion on the floor.........well..........that was it.............I wasn't going to sleep on the floor with scorpions.

So me and my brothers had to sleep in one bed together (3 in one bed, great!) since there wasn't enough room in the bed for us to sleep the "normal" way, we ended up sleeping like the 3 stooges, one sleeping at the head of the bed, one in the middle and one at the foot of the bed. (with our heads and feet hanging off each side of the bed)

Eventually we fell asleep................

Sometime in the middle of the night I remember waking up to someone shaking me, and this wasn't just a little nudge to "wake up" kind of shake. This felt like someone was actually using the full force of there body to physically push me down into the bed and release, this happened at least 10 times in a row (as if someone were violently shaking me)............

I woke up screaming.............. nobody else woke up. Being freaked out by now I started pushing my brothers and trying to wake them up, but still nobody woke up, so I just ended up putting the covers over my head, and "sweating" myself to sleep. (I had noticed that the time on the clock when this happened was 3:16am)

A short while after this, I was still freaked out trying to fall back asleep, I heard my dad start to murmur/sort of cry in his sleep.....and I thought to myself "OH GOD! its attacking DAD!" I soon fell asleep, still scared to death!

Early the next morning, everyone was already up when I awoke, I proceeded to tell my family what had happened the night before, and how freaked out I was and that nobody would wake up.

My brothers then mentioned how they both woke up around 3 am (independently), and pulled there legs closer to their bodies (because they were hanging off the edge of the bed) after getting a creepy feeling.

Later, during breakfast (free breakfast at the hotel) my dad asked the lady behind the counter if anyone had reported anything weird happening in the hotel, and she had mentioned the a lot of people reported weird things happening in the room next to us but not in our room.

So this hotel is definitely haunted...............

SORRY FOR MAKING THE STORIES SO LONG, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THEM

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!!

ALL OF THESE STORIES ARE TRUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Brian]

Enjoyed them very much! Thanks! I hope more will get posted.

[2bsmoke4ee]

@ bekindtoyerbuds... great stories, I've been facinated by paranormal stuff since the age of 12 or so, (I'm 55 now) I lived in PA growing up, and lived in a house where strange things have happened... also my deceased great aunt, used to live in a historical house called "The Frary House" in Deerfield Mass, had many stories to tell me when we would visit her. The house still stands today, was built in the early 1700's, and has been a museum for many, many years. We went to visit her in 1964, she spoke of music/dancing/party sounds coming from the 2nd floor ballroom, a specter/apparition of a "Lady in white" which would manifest sometimes in the backyard in the early morning hours, that would drift towards the old water well, unexplained footsteps. We spent the night in this amazing historical house, (well, my parents did, me and my brother were forced to sleep in the station wagon outside) months later my mom confided to us that during the night, she woke up, and swore she heard what sounded like a young girl crying, from somewhere in the house, but couldn't identify the location. The bed my parents slept in was complete with the old style canopy, and had the original mattress still stuffed with horse hair!

My aunt wouldn't let me and brother sleep in the house for fear of us kids messing something up, breaking artifacts, ect. She was the care keeper for the place while the owners were off on vacation in Europe, they were gone for years. This house was amazing, 2 stories, and quite large, complete with winding staircase to the second floor, with all original furniture, original pewter dishes, cups, it was like going back in time. Part of my aunts daily routine was giving tours of the place to tourists from all over the country. The entire town of Old Deerfield is steeped in history, much if it not very good, it was the site of a terrible massacre in 1704, when Indians and the French raped and pillaged the entire town, setting many of the building on fire, and taking hostages back to Canada, in a harsh New England winter... on foot!

Anyways, I always wondered how my aunt could feel comforatable living in such a place completely alone for so long, but it didn't bother her a bit, in fact, she called the spirits "her friends" and got along with them very well... Me, my other aunt on my moms side, went to visit Deerfield just this last Spring, and took the tour of this same house, it was awesome seeing it again after 46 years.

Would anyone here be interested in seeing some photos I took? A few years ago, I bought my first digital camera, and decided to take it to the the local bar here in town to learn to use it and take some pics/vids of friends there. And that's when it started... I got some really strange things on some photos! I did some research on the place, it was built in the 1930's, many have died in the place over the years, in fact, about 5 yrs ago, a guy I knew went to the bar with a pistol, and blew his brains out in the place right next to his friends... real nice.. glad I wasn't there that night. It used to be a notorious biker bar as well, with much violence taking place. Armed with the images I've taken there, I've contacted two paranormal ghost hunting teams to do 2 seperate investigations there. I got the owner to let us have the place to ourselves all night starting at 2:00am after the patrons left. We got some interesting results... I've also sent the photos to several ghost web sites.

We went to Tombstone AZ as well, in which I have some strange "anomalies" show in some photos, also have strange photos me and my g/f have taken in the Queen Mary Ship in Long Beach CA, the Whaley House in San Diego...

Sorry so long... it's just this subject has been a big interest for me all my life, thx for reading

Does photobucket work ok here? Let me know...

Edited October 17, 2010 by 2bsmoke4ee

[actor92191]

I have a ghost story....

Jeffb's face!

hahahahaha

[Uma]

Great stories!!

@2beSmokefree.. yes! Would love to see some pics. Maybe a link to your pb?

I don't have any spook stories to share, but I do have sentimental ones.

Our place is an old homestead where the rancher raised sheep and cows. Every once in awhile we can hear the sheep baaaaaaing in the barnyard as they await their shearing. Only thing is, there hasn't been any sheep there for over 20 years or more!

Second one: I had a great mustang that loved to run, loved to race. Every once in a while we hear his hooves pounding down the dusty dirt road towards us, in greeting. He's been long gone for over 30 years. (even strangers hear him, not just us).

third one: We were sitting at the table, trying to enjoy our morning coffee when the leg of my pj depressed from the pressure of our Dobies nose as she gave us her morning greeting. She had died the day before. Hubby and I both not only felt her pressence, we witnessed it.

[2bsmoke4ee]

Great stories!!

@2beSmokefree.. yes! Would love to see some pics. Maybe a link to your pb?

I don't have any spook stories to share, but I do have sentimental ones.

Our place is an old homestead where the rancher raised sheep and cows. Every once in awhile we can hear the sheep baaaaaaing in the barnyard as they await their shearing. Only thing is, there hasn't been any sheep there for over 20 years or more!

Second one: I had a great mustang that loved to run, loved to race. Every once in a while we hear his hooves pounding down the dusty dirt road towards us, in greeting. He's been long gone for over 30 years. (even strangers hear him, not just us).

third one: We were sitting at the table, trying to enjoy our morning coffee when the leg of my pj depressed from the pressure of our Dobies nose as she gave us her morning greeting. She had died the day before. Hubby and I both not only felt her pressence, we witnessed it.

Crazy stuff, ghost animals... first time I've heard of ghost sheep lol. There's been many reports of a ghost dog that used to reside at the Whaley House in San Diego in the 1800's, it was the Whaley's family pet. Docents/staff/workers, even visitors have claimed to have seen it running down the hall with it's ears flopping... sometimes it will go into a room, and when anybody tries to find it in the room, it is gone. How does a mortal dog run into a room and disappear when the only way out is the way it went in? Strange indeed. Uma, I got to much non related stuff to link everyone to my pb, but I'll post some photos for sure later. I've posted them on a few different forums, I'm always interested in what others think of them. I'll do it later tonight hopefully

[Jeffb]

I have a ghost story....

Jeffb's face!

hahahahaha

I think Id make a handsome ghost.

[mastiffmom]

I worked midnights for years in an ER and several times thought I saw a man standing outside of one of the exam rooms, it always looked like he was reflected in the glass and he was just there then image gone. This room was visible from nurses station and had a wall across from it, one night I looked up and I could clearly see a tall elderly African-American man wearing a suit standing there. He was so real looking I got up to see who he was and he just disappeared. I looked down the hall into a couple of rooms and figured I was just tired. I walk back to nurses station and the doc says what were you doing Sis, I say oh I thought I saw someone standing by room 6 but I didn't. He says an older black man wearing a suit? I nearly fell over since I never said a word about this, one of the other girls pipes up yeah I've seen him a few times. One of the old-timers walks by and says oh he won't bother you I've been seeing him for about 10 years. I think he's the same ghost that's in the back elevator, you know the little car you don't like to get in. I freaked, I always had the willies in that elevator car and at times had thought I saw a reflection of someone in there with me in the windows across the hall. I have never felt comfortable in that car and still don't. Neither do a lot of the other employees none of whom I have shared this with.

[Roober]

great stories everyone!!! I have a few, but one in particular reaaaally got me interested!!

Abouta year ago, it was 2 or 3 am, I got a text from my upstairs neighbor, JJ. It said something like "im so scared can you come up here" and I thought it was something going on between her and her boyfriend, so I went up. She answered the door and the first thing I noticed was how pale she was, and how dark the apartment was. She said she has a touch lamp that was responding to questions. I was like whaaaat, and her bf had actually caught it on video. She was standing there naked, because they had just got nasty, and she had her hands up by her face, and she was talking to this little lamp on the table. She asked "are you here to visit me?" Light turned on for a sec, then off.

A minute later she asked "are you here to see me on my birthday?" light turned on.

She asked a few more questions, and continued to get responses. After the video was over, she sat in a chair at the table where the lamp was sitting, and she continued to ask questions. She said, "Are you my family?" Lamp turned on. "Are you my aunt?" no response "Are you my grandma?" Lamp turned on. She asked, "Are you here to see me on my birthday?" again, and the lamp turned on. She continued to ask the same questions, and the lamp kept turning on and off. I remember having chills the entire time i was up there, and my arms had really visible goosebumps. Eventually the entity seemed to get annoyed with her asking the same questions, so I tried to ask a few, with no response. We tried to unplug it, checked for shorts in the wire to make sure it wasnt something happening with the mechanics, and plugged it in somewhere else. She asked it "Do you love me?" it turned on. She showed me that tapping the lamp with things did not turn it on, so it wasnt vibrations, it is turned on by heat, but the apartment was super cold.

Again, "Do you love me?" on it went

I told her, it may be a good idea to ask something different, and I dont remember what she asked but it didnt respond, so I asked "Do you want me to leave?" because I had a really creepy feeling. The lamp turned on. I started shaking, because it scared the crap out of me, the thing hadnt responded to anything else I asked, so JJ asked again, "Do you want heather to leave?" On. I said to her that she should probably spend some time trying to talk to it in case it is her grandma, and to let her know she is doing well, and left. It never happened again.

My best guess, is that her grandmother really did come to visit her! JJ told me later that she had spent a lot of time with her grandmother and that they were close when she was alive.

Oh, and when I lived with my dad in St. Helens, Oregon, I would go to sleep with my bedroom door locked with no blankets on, and wake up in the middle of the night to a warm breeze on my face, like somebody was watching me sleep, and I was tucked in with my hair pushed behind my ear, which is weird since when i sleep my hair goes everywhere. I was also woke up late one night to the feeling of someong grabbing my foot hard, and pulling, then letting go. I now have a fear of leaving my feet uncovered while I sleep, and I sleep close to the wall always so my feet never hang off the bed.

I guess I lied, one more. haha

This story was told to me by my grandma, shortly after my grandfather died of lung cancer. She was with him at his final moments, and he was looking up at her, as if he had just fell in love with her all over again, and he said "Mary, you have wings!" and fell asleep. A few hours later he passed away in his sleep, in his own bed in caldwell, ID.

A few days later, she said, he came to her while she was getting dressed down for the night and he looked young like when they met, and she cried and said her goodbyes to him, and he smiled, kissed her cheek, and walked into a fade until he was gone. She said she may have dreamed it, but I think it was him coming to tell her he loves her.

I guess I better tell this one too, it may not be a visit, but I like to think it is.

September 6th my big brother passed. He never met my husband, and I hadnt seen him in years because he always lived so far away. When I heard he had passed on I cried and cried, still do sometimes. Well, about a week or two ago I had a dream that Tommy had come to visit me here in PA, and him and EJ hit it off right away and got along. He was here, sleeping eating and using the bathroom, in my home and it felt so wonderful to me, and it was really vivid. I even remember him smiling with approval once he had sat down with us and saw us together. He smiled a lot, and made us laugh a lot. When I woke up from this dream, I felt so good. I had energy, I felt happy, and when I thought about him for that day I didnt cry. I think this was his way of coming and saying goodbye. If not, it still made me feel great, and it helped comfort me a little. So I figure, wherever he is, he's happy

Edited October 18, 2010 by Roober

[bekindtoyurbuds]

Awesome stories guys, Keep em coming (your freakin me out, lol)

Here is another true ghost story, told to me by my father.

(keep in mind that everything that happens in my stories are true, and factual (true to the story that was told to me), its just that I have lengthened them a bit by what I will call "an authors flare")

My Father has worked in the retail business for most of his life. Through out the years he has worked for a handful of retailers. This story was relaid to me by my Father while he was working for the Harris' Department Store in San Bernardino Ca.

(Harris' is now out of business, they were one of the bigger department stores in Southern California, up there with the likes of "The May Company (now Robinson's May) and JCPenny)

This particular Harris Department Store Building ,was built in 1927. My Father worked there from approx. 1980 to 1990, as the night manager. As one of his general duties, he was required to be the last employee out of the building each night, with the acception of the 2 security guards who were on duty all night.

His usual routine would be to walk the entire store,sometimes with the security guards (several floors). Starting on the first floor and working his way to the top, checking for merchandise that was not in its proper place, and or associates/customers, if any, that were still in the building.

As he went along his nightly routine, once he "cleared" an area, he would shut off the lights. He did this for the first level womens apparel/accessories, the second level Children's clothing/toys/appliances and the third, mens apparel. Once he got to the top floor he would make his way back through the departments in the dark, and give the store one final check, checking each floor once again before heading down to the next floor, and out for the night.

(according to my Father he started at the bottom and went to the top so he could walk back in the dark to see if anyone was hiding in the store, according to him this came in handy many times, as he and the guards personally, on at least 2 occasions, found people hiding in the store after closing (the first time,some teenage kids just who were hiding and having fun, and 2nd time was a person with lock cutters and tools who was later arrested for trying to burglarize the store, from within.))

On this particular night my Father had just done his first "walk through" (from the first floor to the third, shutting off lights and checking merchandise along the way). He had finished checking the 3rd floor (Men's department) and headed down the elevator to the second floor (children's clothing/toys/appliances).

According to my Father, as the elevator doors opened he thought he heard what seemed to be a child laughing, and what sounded like footsteps running away from the elevator doors. Instantly he thought to himself, "there must be a child still in the store" so he and the 2 guards proceeded to turn on all of the lights and search the 2nd level for the child that they presumed, was still in the store.

According to my father, he and the 2 guards, after locking all of the doors, and shutting down the elevator to prevent the child from moving to another level, looked in every possible place that a child might hide. After an hour of searching for the child, they heard and found nothing.

So my father instructed the 2 guards to go ahead and turn off all of the lights and prepare to lock up the store. As the 2 guards secured the rest of the building for the night my father decided to sit on the second floor, at the night guards desk, and wait to see if maybe the child would come out of hiding, before he left for the night. As my father waited at the desk, in the dimly lit building, he once again heard the childs laugh.

Not only did he hear the child laugh, but he also heard the sound of a ball being bounced on the ground. He quickly, and quietly got up from the desk, with flash light in hand, and headed for the most likely isle that the child might be in, the "toy isle".

Upon nearing the isle, the sound of the ball and child's laugh grew louder, as he was about to turn the corner to enter the toy section of the store a large rubber ball rolled out from the isle, as the child's laughter faded away.

Startled from the ball rolling past his feat, my father quickly but cautiously entered the isle. Upon turning the corner, he used his flash light to search the isle for the child. All the while noticing, that where his light had shown on the shelves and down the isle, there were toys. All of these toys were once on the shelves, high and low, and now they were all over the floor.

The toys were from the bottom shelf, top shelf, and everywhere in between, half being far too high for a child to reach on his own.

Yet still, there was no child to be found.............

My father called for the Guards, who helped, to once again, search the 2nd floor for the child that was "apparently" still in the store. Placing the merchandise back on the shelves, and further searching for the child, proved uneventful, they found no child. My Father notified the police about a child possibly still being in the store, and had the police check their records for any children reported missing in the area during the day (the police had no reported missing children in the vicinity).

After doing everything he could, my father decided to head home, after instructing the Guards, before he left, to "keep their ears and eyes open for the child" and to notify the police/him when they eventually found the child.

My father came home late that night and told my mother the story (me and my brothers we fast asleep by then, and too young to even hear the story, we heard about it years later), he also mentioned to my mother how he might have to head back to work later that night if and when the Guards found the child.

The morning came and my father still had not heard anything from the Guards, police, or the department store on the matter. It was still very early in the morning and my father called the general manager of the store (his boss) to let him know what had taken place the night before. To my fathers surprise the general manager seemed to know everything about the incident. He told my father "everything is under control, no need to worry, I will talk to you later tonight when you come in for work".

Later in the day my father headed to work at his normal time, eager to find out about the child's well being who was left in the store the night before. As he entered the building he was greeted by his boss, who asked him to come into his office.

As my father sat down, his boss began to speak "SO!....I see you ran into our littlle ghost last night!". My father now a little confused began to tell him what had occured the night before, after my father had finished, his boss said "You did exactly what we want you to do in a case like this, you did everything right, searching,notifying the police etc........". "But!, I've got to tell you about something........"

My fathers boss then proceeded to tell him a story about a little boy and his mother who come to shop at the Department Store back in the early 1950's (not too sure on the exact year, but it was around that time).

As the story goes the little boy and his mom were shopping on the second floor. As the mother was heading to the elevator with her little boy, the child let go of her hand and ran back towards the toy isle. When the mother noticed that her little boy had run away (she was already in the elevator), called for him to come back. The boy heard his mother and came running back towards the elevator. Nearing the elevator, the boy tripped, just as the doors started to close...............

Unfortunately........... the boys head was crushed between the closing elevator doors, and he was killed on the spot. (this was before they had safety doors on elevators)

My fathers boss further explained that ever since that incident, every few months, weird things would happen on the 2nd floor mainly in the "toy isle" just as my father had described.............

This was during the first few years that my father worked at the store, (so it was somewhere around 82-83) He later mentioned that this happened on more that one occasion, though he has never seen the actual "little boy ghost" every now and then he or a security Guard would be walking near the toy isle and toys would be all over the floor. Not to mention that they would hear the boy run, laugh, and play on the second floor......................................

(needless to say, this certain department store, could never keep a security guard for more then a few months)

[DAYVAPE]

I just wish I had a good imagination sometimes!

[2bsmoke4ee]

Good stories! OK here's some images I cannot explain. I know these images are blurry... these are NOT from still photography, but individual movie frames from a video I took at the bar I spoke of earlier. When saving images from video frames, it's almost impossible to get clear images when doing this, from a moving picture.

The bar itself is kind of horse shoe shaped, I was sitting at a far end, so this view is looking behind the bar long ways towards the other end. I started this video, and just set the camera down to let it record as I was talking to a friend sitting next to me. After about 3 minutes, I shut it off, and forgot about it. Later, I went home, uploaded this video in the computer, and watched it. After about a minute, I noticed something zip back and forth very quickly from behind the bar, this all happened in about a second of time, very fast. To get a better look, I rewind and then took another look, but this time I did one video frame at a time so I could see each frame as I went. These are 3 of the frames. Whatever this "thing" is, it's not supposed to be there... nobody saw this at the bar. It almost appears to be a headless, armless "torso" of a human. Every frame shows what appears to be a body, wearing a white top/shirt, with blue jeans, or a long blue skirt, you can see what even resembles a belt in the mid section.

The girl to the left, slightly leaning over, is Michele, the bartender, talking to a customer. The 3rd frame is the clearest, this "apparition" is obviously completely solid, as it is totally blocking the lit up display case of liquor bottles behind it. Again, it might be hard to get a grasp of what you're seeing here, because it's so blurry, but the thing in the pink colored boxes is a mystery to me. You can see how it moves and changes location slightly from frame to frame.

Edited October 18, 2010 by 2bsmoke4ee

[Brian]

And what is that close to Michelle? Looks like a child???

[Brian]

Here's my little story... not much really.

When my Dad was getting ready to retire from the Army, we looked at several houses to buy. He found one he really liked, but when we were looking at the place the elderly gentleman selling it started crying several times while walking around the house/property with us. He had built the house himself and it was his pride and joy. My Dad told the Realtor that as much as he liked the house, he couldn't take the old man's home. The Realtor convinced my parents that the man had had a stroke and wasn't able to take care of the house and property and really need to sell it. He said they had already found a smaller place in town that they were going to buy. So, my parents bought the house. A few months later the gentleman was walking across the street up town and was hit and killed by a car. I don't know if this has anything to do with my story, but I like to think it does.

In the basement of the house was a wood burning stove. It has a door and grate on the front and a damper on the pipe going to the chimney. At night, you load it up with wood, let it get burning good, then shut the grate and damper and it'll burn all night. Usually by morning you have a nice bead of hot coals, just open the grate and damper and throw on a few logs and it'll fire right up. Being a teen at the time, I set up my room in part of the basement. There were many many night when I would wake up and hear a fire roaring, and could see the flickering of flames on my wall (like the grate and damper were open). There were also many mornings when I woke up and would go to get the fire going only to find that the grate and damper were already open and the fire was burning hot.

There was an old cound in the basement, which had belonged to the old man. I had two cats and they would often run up to the couch doing the "Halloween cat prance", jump on on one end and prance down the couch, stopping just before the last cushion, hissss, and then run awal like a bat out of hell. I witnessed this many times. It was like something was sitting on the last cushion.

There were also a few occasions when I would wake up in the middle of the night and hear faint music playing. A first few times I got up and searched the whole house, but never could find where it was coming from.

[2bsmoke4ee]

And what is that close to Michelle? Looks like a child???

BINGO Brian... As you can see in this photo, I saw the same thing, and highlighted it as well in a pink box, but I didn't wanna throw this in with my original post, sometimes people just don't see the same things, or in the same way, but YES, in only ONE frame, it looks like a young child between me and Michele, wearing white clothing. When I went back to the bar, I did my best to try and estimate where this 'child' would have been from where I was sitting. It would have been only about 5 ft away from me, and be maybe about 3 ft tall. I enlarged that section of the image here... I'll take it a bit further, and say it looks like a young girl or boy, looking down at a open book he or she is holding lol. But for this to only show fully in one frame, means it only lasted for a fraction of a fraction of a second.

I'm just really glad someone else noticed the same thing I've noticed a long time ago, without even having to point it out! Just really kinda bizzare isn't it?

[2bsmoke4ee]

Hey Brian, I just read your story. It's a classic in many ways... it's not uncommon for the spirit of a person that is very attached to something they had when living to want to "hang around" something that was so important to them, in this case, a house that meant a lot to the old man... Your quote: "I don't know if this has anything to do with my story, but I like to think it does." Well, I think it has a lot to do with your story.

Edited October 19, 2010 by 2bsmoke4ee

[Roober]

BINGO Brian... As you can see in this photo, I saw the same thing, and highlighted it as well in a pink box, but I didn't wanna throw this in with my original post, sometimes people just don't see the same things, or in the same way, but YES, in only ONE frame, it looks like a young child between me and Michele, wearing white clothing. When I went back to the bar, I did my best to try and estimate where this 'child' would have been from where I was sitting. It would have been only about 5 ft away from me, and be maybe about 3 ft tall. I enlarged that section of the image here... I'll take it a bit further, and say it looks like a young girl or boy, looking down at a open book he or she is holding lol. But for this to only show fully in one frame, means it only lasted for a fraction of a fraction of a second.

I'm just really glad someone else noticed the same thing I've noticed a long time ago, without even having to point it out! Just really kinda bizzare isn't it?

thats so cool!!! you really can make out the facial features and everything!!!! I's keep filming that spot forever to see if it happened again!!! Too cool

[2bsmoke4ee]

Here's another image I found while going thru videos I shot there. Again, I would go frame by frame through the entire video, to see if anything weird would show. Most people I show this to see the same general thing... a face. I see a man's face, with dark eye's, nose, mustache, lower lip, chin. The first image is how it looked originaly, and the second image I played with some contrast/gamma controls to try and bring it out a little clearer. The face is kind of transparent, you can see the bar's TV on the wall in the upper right hand corner.

[2bsmoke4ee]

@ Roober... I've taken many videos in this place, I used to do it all the time a few years ago, just bring the camera in, and just walk around the bar and shoot 2-3 minute videos randomly around the place, and go home to see if I got anything strange. This kind of thing certainly didn't happen every time I shot a video, it took a lot of them, and a lot of time to go through them frame by frame. I also don't go there as often as I used to, but next time I go, I'll bring my camera along and see if any spirits still wanna say hi lol.

[BEERCITYVAPRZ]

Loving the stories and encounters from you guys, great reading! Here's my true stories of the paranormal, in a apartment I lived in in 06' there was a apt. door #11 that I had to pass to get to my door and whenever I would walk pass that door to get to the door to go downstairs and leave the building sometimes I would I hear a woman's voice saying help me in like a EVP type whisper, I kinda shook it off at first but then me and wife started watching shows like ghost hunters and ghost adventures and it really opened our eyes to the paranormal, so one day I asked the spanish lady whom was living in that apartment if she has every heard anything weird go on in there bcuz I told her what I heard a few times in a period of 2 years walking pass that apt. door and what she told me was a bombshell of some scary stuff, she told me she had heard a womans voice on a few occasions herself and if I really wanted to know what happened to talk to the on site manger/maintence guy, well I already was pretty cool with the maintence guy Dave and was wondering why he never told me about this before, so I ask him and he tells me the landlord told him to never tell new tennants of this situation and I had already told him on other occasions that I heard weird sounding like not natural whispers of a womans voice saying help me but he shrugged it off to me and said your just too stoned and imagining things, so I told him the lady that lives there told me to ask you, so then finally he tells me if I tell you, you cant say anything to anyone about this, and I say yes dont worry I aint saying nothing, so he tells me back in the summer of 1999 a younger woman lived there and she was friends with a older lady that lived downstairs and the older ladies son was incarcerated and she was letting him move into her place for his parole, so when this guy comes around him and the woman who lived in the apt. in question started dating for a few months and she found out this guy was crazy jealous, even threatened the maintnece guy Dave that was telling me this that if he caught him talking to her in the hallway (just saying hello) he would kill him and this was right around christmas time, so after the new year 2000 this womans car was missing, so around Jan. 3rd Dave knocks on this guys mothers apt. and says were is your son and the lady from upstairs and the old lady said she hasn't seen him or her since early new years eve day, so Dave calls the landlord and lets him know whats going on and if he should use the spare key to check the apartment to see if every things o.k. so he does and walks into a blood bath, he said there was pools of blood in the living room and bed room closet where her body was found and blood splats all over the walls and ceiling, while he's telling me this he's showing me Milwaukee Journal article clippings of this murder, I was getting freaked out crazy style, so what happened was he was all coked out and confronted her about him thinking she was cheating on him, and she apparently tried to leave and this guy kept her locked in the apt. the night of new years eve going into 2000' and stabbed her 56 times and then stole her car to flee the scene, he was caught like 5 days later down in the latino area of the southside hiding out in some crack house, I moved out a few months later, so the next place I move in witch is the place I live in right now, before I signed the lease I asked the landlord if anyone was killed or had died in the building in the past and he said no, so me and my wife move in and a few months later after talking to people living here tell me back in 1989 the apartment right directly across from me a biker chick from the bar right next to the apartment here had a boyfriend that lived there and was all messed up on a bunch of stuff and killed her in the bathroom, I talk to the guy that lives there now and I go over there and drink a few beers with him once in a while and he tells me at night he can feel her touching his legs and what feels like what he thinks shes getting freaky with him also she whispers in his ears at night when he sleeps, so when I drink over there and have to use his bathroom it feels weird, haven't heard any voices but when we would ask if you are still here then make a knock on the wall, and we will knock then a few seconds later we hear a knock back in response, The paranormal is crazy, im a believer of spirits being trapped and not being able to cross over after the experiences i've had, my favorite paranormal show is Ghost Adventures, these guys go in so hard its like a UFC cage fight, they get the best evidence over any other group out there, damn my hands are tired as heck from typing this, Laters everyone! and Happy Halloween!

Edited October 19, 2010 by BEERCITYVAPRZ

[Brian]

Cool story BEER!

[2bsmoke4ee]

That is a good story... all of them are! Creepy but interesting for sure.