The DEADLOCK Ghost Stories Thread

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One time as kids my brother and I were watching TV, this was one of those TVs so wide you could put stuff on top of it. One of us had put an empty cup on top of the TV and randomly without any of us being remotely close to it or touching it, the cup flew and hit the wall. I looked at my brother and we both laughed, something’s wrong with us.

I remember a night when I was about 6 or 7. Stayed up late to watch smackdown cause why not right. I thought I was being to loud since my parents were sleeping so I looked to my right then i saw a figure just walk towards my parents room. I got up from the couch and entered my parent’s room but it was only them still sleeping. They woke up confused wondering why I entered the room and just walked off confused as they were.

I work at my local high school. One morning, me and a coworker were lifting in the weight room like we always do. While being across the room, we both witnessed a 45lb being thrown from the rack it was on.

So this was a few months after my dad had passed away, I was watching a nascar race laying on the couch and I heard someone say "Hey Herbie" which was my dad's nickname for me. I turned around and say a white mist leaning on the counter by the back door and it was waving at me. It then disappeared. I went upstairs and passed the door to the basement, which was wide open. I was 1/2 way up the stairs when I heard a door close, it was the basement door. Both my dogs were in my office with my mom so it wasn't any of them. I didn't touch the door. It had to have closed all by itself.

I was staying at a friend’s house in high school and saw a dude with a top hat float by his bedroom door twice. A few years later it came up in conversation and when I mentioned the top hat my friend’s girlfriend flipped cause she had seen him too.

I lived in Pittsburgh. My roommates went back home during summer break. I was alone in an old, old Victorian house. I went to the dark, unfinished basement where I would bench press. I saw this black oily writing on the ceiling joist. It said, “Help, I’m Anni.” It seemed a little wet to the touch, so I thought my roommates were fucking with me and did it before they left. I wiped off part of the writing. The next evening around the same time I went back down to bench again. The writing was back and I nearly shit myself. I locked the basement door and never went back down until my roommates returned two weeks later. A month later I checked out “Ghost Stories of Pittsburgh” from the library. Sure enough there was a story on 1400 Sherman that a father killed his wife and daughter, Annilyn, because he was indebted to bad people and they told him that his family would be slowly tortured in front of him. He couldn’t get them out of the area, so he quickly killed them and buried them in the basement before being found tortured, chained and starved in the house. The back half of the basement had the concrete torn out and was just loose gravel and dirt. We broke the lease a month later.

This one time at work I bent over to let out a fart, and when I farted there was some how shit in my pants. So a ghost took a shit in my pants

Ghosts aren’t real. I went to a haunted school for years and I never saw shit. Either that or ghosts don’t like me.

I was staying alone in my childhood home for the first time when I was 12 years old. I'd often hear things like footsteps and doors creaking on their own when I was going to bed, so I was already a little bit scared to be home on my own. In my house there was this long spiraling staircase down into this old, dark basement. I was getting ready to go to bed when I felt like I heard this strange noise coming from the staircase. I figured it would be best to ignore it, so I kept on with my evening. When I laid down, the noise got louder and it sounded like there was a woman laughing in the basement. I could not ignore it anymore and decided that I'd have to go down there and check if I wanted any peace for sleep. I grabbed my little flashlight and started heading down the stairs. The laughing got louder and I was about to shit a brick in my pants. I had no idea what I was expecting to see. I get to the bottom of the steps and I open the door to see 3 TO 5 LADIES IN TEENY WEENIE ITSY BITSY POLKA DOT BIKINIS BROTHER MASSAGING JIMMY HARTS LITTLE JIMMY, DUDE BROTHER. I ALSO SAW JIMMY HELLWIG IN THE MIRROR DUDE, BUT THAT JABRONI EAZY E SAID HE COULDN'T SEE ANYTHING JACK.

This happened maybe about 14 years ago. My friend used to live in an old house. I don't know exactly how old, but there was a butter churner in the living room. Also, most of the doors had barn latches instead of doorknobs. He always told me his house was haunted, but I never believed him. One day, we were hanging out in his room upstairs. No one was home except the two of us. Suddenly, we heard the latch lift and the door opened that led upstairs. We both looked through his doorway as we heard footsteps slowly walk up the stairs. No one was there. The footsteps went into his grandmother's room and then back downstairs. The door shut behind them. We both looked at each other bewildered. I looked out the window to see if there were any cars in the driveway, but there weren't any. My friend went downstairs to check if anyone was home to no avail. We both heard the door open, we both heard the footsteps, and neither of us saw anyone. I don't know if it was a ghost, but I can't say it wasn't either. Regardless, it crept me out and it still gives me goosebumps when I think about it.

Me and my family used to live down the street from my childhood home for a couple years. It's a real small town but apparently this place used to be the Mayor's house and my town hadn't had a mayor in decades. It was creaky as fuck in the most cliche way too. We'd constantly hear footsteps in the living room when we knew nobody was home, temps would hella vary from room to room, I'd feel my face being caressed until I'd wake up and nothing was there, stuff like that. I always brushed it off but idk why when my uncle's gfs daughter stayed with us she claimed to be able to speak to them and said they didn't let her sleep. Also I suffered my only broken bone there when I tripped in the bathroom and shattered my femur big style with bone chips and all. That really sealed the deal.

You ever think about the people you grew up with and years later can’t find a trace of them anywhere on the internet. Were they ever real? Or just characters in your head?

After my grandmother died, her house phone, that was disconnected to the wall, started randomly calling the cops on several occasions. They said they would get a call from the number but wouldn't hear anything on the other line. At first, we figured it was still getting service and was sending emergency signals as a glitch. I called the company and had them cancel the service all together. Everything was fine until a month later, the cops showed up randomly again but at this point, there was nothing more we could do so we asked them to ignore any more calls from that number. Maybe there is something about phone lines I don't know about, but I find the sequence of events and the time in between them to be both freaky and spooky.

When I was younger, I walked out onto my front yard to watch the cars go by since that’s what little kids do I guess. It was going well, but then I suddenly saw a motorcycle with no rider on it, it was like da ghost rider. Then I saw 2, then 4, then 20, then FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND(BAROOMBA) HARLEY DAVIDSONS all coming down and then the Woodmaster got off one of them and hit me with a leg drop. Terrifying stuff

So when I was a kid I would always wake up early (I'm just built different brother) so it's about 6 am and I poured myself some orange juice. I place the juice on the kitchen table and head over to the living room so I can watch TV. I look over into the kitchen and clear as day the orange juice tips over right before my eyes IT WASN'T EVEN ON THE CORNER OF THE TABLE!!!! I wasn't even scared just pissed off cause a damn ghost spilled my orange juice LMFAO

One time I was polishing the ol pork sword and I saw Tony on his deck wearing a great muta mask

When I was a kid, there was always this man with pure white skin, wearing a hat and dark jacket, standing outside my window. He appeared seven times. Never found out what happened to him, but to this day, for some reason I'll never forget the name...Dustin Rhodes. Spooky!

One time I was slapping my salami while on my phone, when I realized, I was holding the phone with both my hands!

The house I currently live in is haunted , we have a long hallway going from our living room to the bedrooms in the back of the house , you will constantly see a shadow walk from one bedroom to the next . Doors will open by themselves and lights will be on after you know you have turned them off . Our dogs will bark at the ceilings randomly. We currently in the process of moving

When I started working at a movie theater in high school, people told me it was haunted but I didn’t believe it. Then one day I’m in a storage room alone and hear something. I turn around and see an unmade box had fallen to the floor all by itself. Then I watched another fall, then another until all the boxes just started to fall. A co-worker walked in and asked what happened and he didn’t believe that I didn’t do anything. I also once got a blowjob in the theatre parking lot but I’ll save that for the blowjob story thread.

Not my own story, but one that was told to my Mum by my Nan, and then told to me. My Nan, when she was younger, used to do seances with her friends. She says that once, her and two of her friends - one of whom’s father had recently died, were holding a seance, to get in contact with the father’s spirit. Before he had died, he had been very suspicious of the third friend, and when they contacted his spirit, he was still saying not to trust her, that they shouldn’t be friends with her basically. The woman is trying to defend herself to him, and then starts yelling to turn on the lights in her own voice but then starts yelling it in the father’s voice. When they switched the lights on, my Nan said they saw the woman’s face distorted so badly her nose and mouth were in each other’s place, and that after that they stopped having seances and weren’t as close with that lady anymore.

When I was five years old I got up to get water in the middle of the night and saw the shadow of a cow on my wall. In my heart I knew it was a ghost cow, but no one believed me.

When I was sleeping a ghost woke me up and made me choose if I'd rather SIT on CAKE while eating DICK OR SIT on DICK while eating CAKE.... Thanks to Tony I realized I can just eat cake AND eat dick to solve the ultimate showdown between Cake and Dick

I lived in New Orleans for 10 years A place I worked at in the French Quarter on Decatur used to be a whorehouse back in the old sailor days As I would be closing down occasionally, I would hear loud thumping upstairs. No vagrants, nobody living up there just some empty dining room faces for big events unoccupied. But it was a loud, consistent thumping noise like somebody stomping

Believing in ghosts is like believing in god. It’s just a bunch of fictional stories your parents told you to keep you in check. The only monster you should believe in is the BIG BAD BOOTY DADDY and his FREAKS

Not a ghost story but a strange paranormal thing that happened to me. I used to run cross country in high school and had to run by myself on weekends in order to meet my weekly miles. One time during my freshman year, I went out on a run around my surrounding neighborhood. At the time I had a shitty LG phone that was slow as a brick but it did have one thing I liked. It had a feature that made tracked your mileage on a run and it would give you updates on nearby traffic, speed checks and, most important for this story, crashes. So I went on my run as normal and was about to finish when I get a notification from my phones. I check it and it clearly says “crash reported” on an intersection just a block away from my house and about 5 minutes away from me. I made a mental note to try and go around it, in the case the sidewalks were closed. I didn’t think much of it besides that and kept on my route, this time on the opposite side of the street, going against where the crash would be. When I arrived at the supposed crash area there was nothing there. No crash, no police, not even the little bits of glass and plastic that sometimes remain on the ground even after the cars have been moved. I figured it was a mistake due to my shitty phone and just ignored it as I crossed the street. The moment I stepped on the sidewalk after crossing, I heard a screeching swerve followed by a loud CRASH to the left of me. Two cars had just collided and actually gone into the light post/corner light of the sidewalk. The same corner light I would have been at had I not changed over 5 minutes beforehand. I’m pretty sure I just stared at the crash in shock before sprinting at of there as soon as possible back to my house. I probably would have shit myself had o actually eaten something that day. I got home and didn’t tell anyone what had happened because who would believe me? In the end, my family never found out about my phone’s “premonition” or my near brush with death and I actually ended up getting a new phone not long after. But everytime I pass that street corner, I think about how different my life could’ve been had I not had that shitty LG phone with me.

So I was born and lived the first 10 years or so of my life in a small town called Hobbs, NM. My grandma owned a single-wide trailer and a small plot of land and I have fond memories of running around, throwing dirt rocks, and getting too many stickers in my feet. I also have some not so fond memories of the trailer's second bedroom. My uncle -- my grandma's youngest son -- was your typical teenager in the early 90s... he was angsty and listened to a lot of Metallica, Megadeth, Skid Row, etc. My grandma, a traditional Mexican Catholic, called it "musica del diablo" but we shrugged it off. She even went as far as sprinkling the bedroom with holy water and claimed she heard demonic spirits being repelled as a result. But who cared because when he moved out, I finally got my own room. I spent the first day he was gone getting my new bedroom set up. I arranged my desk where I would do my school work, I covered the walls in comic book posters, I made the room my own. I couldn't explain it but I didn't feel safe. The layout of the trailer was odd in that this bedroom was separated from everything else. The front door opened to the living room with the master bedroom immediately to the right and the kitchen and dining room to the left. Then there was this small, curvy hallway which led to the other bedroom and its bathroom which also housed the washer and dryer. Aside from the occasional load of laundry, there really would no reason for anyone else to be on that side of the trailer. So why did it always feel like... someone was there? I only spent just a couple of nights in that bedroom. I continued sleeping on the couch like I had before. Then, one evening, after it was dark, I went into my bedroom to grab something. I walked in, closed the door behind me, took two steps and heard the door slowly creak open. I froze. I had no idea what I would see standing behind me. A demon? A psycho in a hockey mask? Or just an ordinary stranger with evil intentions? I slowly willed my 10-year-old self to turn around and saw... nothing. I quickly grabbed what I went there for in the first place and beyond not sleeping there like I had been, after that I no longer went into that bedroom after dark. We moved away at the end of that school year. Some extended family moved in, a couple who had two young boys themselves. One was 7 or 8 and the other was a couple years younger than that. A few months after we moved, my grandma told me the two boys also refused to stay in that same bedroom. She said it with a sort of "told you so" attitude and while I don't believe my uncle's musical tastes opened a portal to demons, I still can't explain why that bedroom was so terrifying....

Theres a shadow figure in my house that shows up at night sometimes and definitely freaks me out. About 3 months ago i was sleeping on the couch, woke up around 3AM and I saw the figure on the other side of the room. Idk why tf I said "ey man i got some beers in the fridge". It WALKED TOWARD MY KITCHEN and since then I haven't felt any bad intent or seen the figure in the house. Pretty sure my beers are still there but I'm also scared to check and count them.

Here is a crazy ghost story that is 100% factual and true because somewhere on the web some blogger actually put up a photo of the EXACT description of what I am describing here. The only difference is he had photographic evidence. Also, I must say this is not bullshit. It has been 7 years since my encounter and I want to share my story. I was visiting Florida for my dad/step-mom’s wedding. And for the record, I want to say we are not close anymore. One day, prior to the wedding, we went to Universal Studios and went on the Hogwarts Express. While in line, I passed a prop room (no entry/exit as this room was for mere decoration), and I see a girl approx. 10 years old with brown braided hair, old fashion clothing from her time period, white long sleeve shirt, green overalls looking out of the window. She was peeling back the curtain to look out the window!!! I quickly look back because it freaked me out! She was just looking back and forth, her head moving left to right. I quickly ask members of the wedding party if they seen the girl in the window. They turn around and I show them the exact window. She is nowhere to be found!!! She was GONE without a trace and I peer to see if there’s any doors leading to the room and it was all for decoration! I’ve never encountered a spirit before this and I firmly believe this was one to believe to be true. Later, I got on Chrome and did a deep dive and found a blurred image of the exact girl I saw but this time she was ON THE TRAIN! Rumor is this spirit is somehow attached to the train which dates back to the time of war!?! I would love to share this image if I could find it with the boys. It’s CRAZY! I’ll never forget my first paranormal experience.

alright not a ghost story per se, but i had an imaginary friend growing up named shadow (i was a weird lil kid) and i used to do everything with this dude, talk, play, everything. one day my mum asks about him, and i give this fucking crazy backstory of this kid, lets call him “billy”. so i told my mum that billy actually passed away in a car crash with his sister, and he found me and kinda stuck to me i guess. mind you i was like 4-5 years old at this point. turns out, a month prior, a local kid (around the same age as me) and his sister died in a car crash about 10 minutes away. this wasnt on any major news, just local shit that neither myself or my parents consumed. and whatever information i gave to my mum that day, fit their description to a tee. oh yeah, there were times i thought ghosts were constantly opening cans of coke (sounds silly but it freaked me the fuck out) and that drove me insane, made me sit by the door in the fetal position waiting for my mum to finish her night shift, pretty much every second night. and to think i havent had therapy yet, im amazed too

This happened around 5 or 6 years ago but I moved out into rural Indiana with a buddy of mine whose soon-to-be father-in-law had a pretty nice little apartment above the detached garage. Since most of my family is from the area, most of them have known about the house their whole lives and all of them pretty much unanimously agreed that it was and has-been haunted. Before his father-in-law moved in and turned it into an orphanage with his wife (cliche as fuck I know, but truth is stranger than fiction on this one), the place had actually been a church. One wing was the actual chapel and the other was living quarters. My mom said multiple exorcisms had been done there and she once watched the double doors to the living quarters fly open and something stomped down some stairs, all during an exorcism. My mom also said her cousin who was in bad with some even worse people got caught doing some fucky shit there in 1987 regarding "rituals" and not some like goofy horror movie type shit but like some True Detective season one, reading from the Codex Gigas type shit. My family refused to talk about him. I asked my dad about my mom's cousin because no one would talk to me about him on that side of the family. My dad had told me that the cousin had left "a pretty goddamn fucked up cloud hangin' over that property" while implying that he was quite the prolific child molester who got caught in the act while in the chapel area after dark by our family. Anyway, my experience: Its 1 am. Everyone is asleep and I decide I’m going to go outside and smoke some weed and look at the moon and listen to some Balance and Composure or whatever to relax myself after work. Usually I take the father-in-law's pitbull pup, Sweetie, with me and go around the back of the garage, around the back of the chapel, towards the woods. Sweetie is so well trained that she will stick to you without a leash and typically scares off packs of coyotes that lurk around. She kinda fucking ruled and was the ideal dog to have out in the middle of nowhere. However, as I’m walking towards the forest, against where the chapel area starts, Sweetie stops and starts whining and won’t follow me like she usually does so I tell her to come on but she just refuses to follow me. I take her back to the apartment and have her sit in my bed. She is shaking at this point, but stupid me decided she'd be okay and went back out around the garage outside and started walking towards the forest again, but this time I noticed someone was walking side-by-side with me in my peripheral as I walked along the wall of the chapel. I walked until something clicked in my head that said “that was fucked actually" and I turned to see what was next to me. I shit y'all not, what I saw was a white figure that was as tall as my waist, and it was wearing a dress, then something whispered in my ear and I took off running into the huge backyard area where I usually smoke. If you've ever seen the movie Hereditary, there is a scene where Toni Collette see's her mom looking back at her in the dark, thats was she looked like EXACTLY. It wasn't glowing, it was almost translucent and using the dark as camouflage. After smoking a bit to calm me down, I decided I had to of imagined it and Sweetie probably just saw a coyote that was bigger than usual or some shit. I decide I’m done and ready for bed. I had pretty much forgotten the little figure, so I decide I’ll head back the way I came since it’s the faster way back to the apartment. This is where most people don’t believe me because I was high but in all of my years of smoking weed, I have never experienced something like this. I started walking back towards the forest where I would have to go around the back of the chapel again and I saw something running in the darkness. Curious me kept watching to see what it was and I could make out two legs and that it was pretty large but full on sprinting. When I noticed that this large, hulking shadow thing was full on sprinting towards me though and was beginning to show itself in the moonlight, I booked it. I could hear something following me all the way back until I got to my door. Later on, when my friend got married and we were all drinking around a big bonfire in the backyard, I asked my former landlord/my buddy's new father-in-law if he experienced anything ever in the main house. He said, and I quote, "Shit yeah. A little girl haunts that back portion where the church used to be. Wears a white dress. Seen her walking down the hallways below it and in it". Dude full-on corroborates what I saw without knowing it. Tried to no sell it but it scared the shit out of me when he did.

I remember as a kid I went to take a nap and dreamt that Gengar was eating my dream. I woke up ASAP.

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There's the shitty big bird story. I'm in middle school and my cousin and I were playing Army of Two in the house and my brother and his friend come in saying there's a rooster in the back. Mind you, we lived in a poor ass neighborhood in San Antonio, Texas, where chickens just kinda walk around. But they're all concerned about it so we go in the back and check it out. We go to the back and there's nothing there. We go back heated cuz they lied to us and we come to the front and see the big ass bird. I was pretty okay sized for being a 6th grader, like 5' 4" or something around that. We see a huge all-black bird, long legs, long neck, taller than I am at the time, blood-red eyes, with hair going up in a Mohawk, ECW-Miz-Style. We live in a pretty active area next to a main road and cars are always passing by, especially on a summer weekend at like noon. My brother and cousin always say that during that time, it was like time stopped, because there wasn't any noise out at all that during that time and no cars were passing. I don't know if that actually happened, because all I paid attention to was this huge ass bird. It looks at each of us from the distance of about a driveway. Me, then my brother, and last my cousin. Straight out of fucking Jeepers Creepers. No sound or warning or anything and it starts running towards him. We start backing away to get away and right before it looks like it's gonna grab him or claw at him, it flies away, circles around us twice and then just leaves. Normally that wouldn't be a concern and we're just dumb kids that got scared by a bird, but one of the preists from a local church was friends with my grandma and would sometimes come over for dinner. There were never any issues before. But for like a year after that, he would always tell us there's something odd about our house now and he didn't know what. Every now and then, we try looking up what kind of bird it was, but nothing matches up. It had too long legs to be a black vulture and was way too tall to be a black heron. It didn't look like anything we would ever see at any zoos and we've gone to a lot. We bring it up every now and then and they say the same thing as me, except they add in time stopping. I'd ask my brothers friend if he rememebered it the same way, but he's a crackhead now.

A couple months ago my friend Dave who had recently moved to Chicago to study law was putting himself through college with a part time job as a janitor for the Allstate arena. Coincidently he was there the night that CM Punk returned to the WWE though he wasn't much of a wrestling fan. After doors opened, he was sweeping the upper deck (Section 202 to be exact) When a group of about 4 dudes walked by and caught his attention, he mentioned they looked like the living dead, pale white , reeking of sweat and always seemed to brush by people in a rather rude manner when going to concessions or the merch tables as if they were completely ignorant of the people around them, like a ghost who could not be seen and so it didn't bother with proper social behavior. Only one person could see them, a little 8 year old girl who might of even knew one of them when they were alive because he said he heard the little girl call one (possibly two) of them mark(s) besides that no one ever talked to them as if they were not there but he swears they must of felt a presence around them because they would all look uncomfortable while the ghostly figures where around, a look of annoyance almost. Later after his normal round-a-bouts throughout the arena he eventually came back around to Section 202, suddenly a familiar song started playing throughout the arena, Cult of Personality by Living Color, despite not being a wrestling fan it was one his favorite songs from the GTA San Andreas soundtrack, creepiest part he said was when after the song started playing, he looked down the stairway to section 202 and from the back row section a huge roar of cheers, screams, and what sounded like cries of pleasure came from the crowd but especially of the pale gentleman in the far back. After the crowd let out, he went down to the seating section of 202, and found a strange substance all over the seats that the ghostly figures were seated out, it was white, sticky and warm with a terrible scent, likely was fresh and might of appeared when Cult of Personality started playing and everyone was getting excited. This could only be one thing…that's right…….It was ectoplasm! Dave said it both looked and tasted like Ectoplasm and must of appeared when the music hit and was too much for the Mark(s) and his ghostly to contain. Thus they vanished abruptly leaving behind DNA evidence…of ghost! Dave told me he went to go get a mayonnaise jar to collect samples but the substance had mysterious vanished and not only that but the whole seating row had been magically cleaned up as well, Weirdest of them all was an old man who also coincidently was dressed up like a janitor who mentioned how these "messes" occur every time WWE is in town. The next day he called me up to tell me about it and asked me to help find out any information I can about any history of the Supernatural occurring in the Allstate arena especially during a WWE event…but when I looked it up, all I found was an article that mentioned an Allstate arena employee who had died the previous month in October……… It was Dave.

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me and a couple buddies are out camping, having a blast, and maybe indulging in a few drinks by the fire. It’s getting late, so we all went to bed around 11-ish and I wake up groggily around 2 or 3 in the morning, noticing the fire’s still roaring. Being the responsible (or maybe just tipsy) one, I stumble over to douse it with water to avoid any trouble with the campsite. I head back to my tent, thinking all’s good, but bam! Less than two seconds later, I peek out, and the fire’s blazing like it never even noticed my attempt to put it out. It was like the fire had a mind of its own, defying all logic. (p.s. jawnny sucks eggs the long way)

Nothing too crazy, but my friends and I stayed the night at our buddy's house during Spring Break 2011 in high school. There were about seven or eight of us stinky-ass 16-year-old kids, and we didn't want to bug his parents by being too loud in the house. So we went "camping." In his yard. Things were pretty sweet at first. We set up our family-sized tent, chilled around a fire pit, and talked about video games and SCPs or some shit like that. Once it started getting late (like 2 a.m.-ish) we decided to call it a night. The fire needed to be put out, so naturally, one of my friends pissed on it until it was reduced to ash. Once we get in the tent, it's awesome. This thing was massive, and could easily fit eight stinky-ass high school kids. We played card games like poker as the night wained, but then we started hearing shit. The noise didn't sound like it was coming from the "outdoors." It was just weird and eerie, but we tried to play it cool. Then suddenly, the top of the tent started flapping uncontrollably. That's about the time we said, "Okay. Fuck this." When we emerged from the tent, the fire was reignited, and it was stronger than it was before. We put that bitch back out, ran in the house, and slept in the basement. You can tell me that we were pussies and it was just nature being nature, but you can also kiss my ass and balls. We were being haunted by a piss ghost, and nothing will convince me otherwise. This is why you should never go outside and always play Halo custom games with the boys instead.

I was at my friend’s house in middle school playing Mob of the Dead. When his door slams shut. We just assumed it was the wind and then his dresser drawer came flying open fell on the ground. That was my first ever ghost encounter

Our family house in the basement has this very small room that I have no idea what it was ever for. Just that our grandfather put a thick door with a lock and that's where he kept important things. Our father used to say never go in the basement. That's where Patrick died. He died in that small room. And for some reason my brother and I would believe them. We actually thought that a person named Patrick died and it was a long time ago before my grandparents moved in. Of course as we grew up we realized there is no Patrick and that the real reason why our father kept us from the basement is because that's where he was going to smoke his weed and he did bit want us to Interrupt him. It became a joke later on between the three of us were we would see my dad head towards the base when he was uh oh he has to take care of Patrick again. Good times.

Every sundee night, the ghost of my dead ass dog comes to me and asks WHY, why Tony pizza did you frog splash me the long way 69 crazy style. That shmeaty APA cigar sized hog crushed my whole shit and now I’m a ghost boooo oooga booga chumba wumba

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Not long after my step-dad died, a LOT of the stuff in the house he would regularly use started to break as well. His Xbox, the freezer (he was a BIG push-pop guy), the TV in the living room - on top of that, stuff my Mum would regularly use would start to go missing like her car keys or her phone. Obviously it was a joke but we always said that it was him pranking us from beyond the grave since he loved doing shit like that before he passed. But there are like some really interesting moments where our dogs would bark at his chair or at his side of the bed. Like they were seeing something we couldn't. Spooky stuff.

Was watching TNA circa 2009 and heard an eerie voice whisper this company is great brother be better if I stepped in tho or maybe not dude. Then got my pasta mania slopped up till he stole my side bread dude.

My college campus was on an old military base, lots and lots of abandoned buildings. My buddies and I use to go exploring in them and blaze up all the time. One night, we were in our normal spot on the 2nd floor of an old officer barracks. A couple of blunts into the night, we all heard a knocking from down the hall. Stoned and scared, and hoping it wasn't cops, we poked our heads out into the hallway. At first we saw and heard nothing, but then a door at the end of the hall swung shut and made a loud bang. Together we tiptoed down to the door and, after a few tense moments, pushed it open. When we saw what was behind the door, we all screamed as loud as we could. It was Rikishi, raising the roof and crouching into his stance, turning to face us with that evil look in his eyes. As we stumbled over each other in sheer panic, he started to back it up, slowly at first and then faster than I had ever seen an ass move. My buddy JC fell behind, and we could hear his awful screams before they became muffled and then silent. We never saw him again...but Rikishi appeared on Smackdown later that week, it was weird.

The old Impact Zone. Long abandoned, the echoes of "TNA! TNA!" seemed a distant memory. Jimmy, a local teenager known for sneaking into abandoned places, stood at the entrance, heart pounding like the first ever Pyro. Rumors swirled: A restless spirit, "The Fallen Angel," a wrestler who perished during a botched promo. Jimmy, a die-hard TNA fan felt thrilled, and terrified. Inside, the glass of an old spotlight was reflecting in the moonlight filtering through broken windows. The ring stood silent, a skeletal shadow, 6 sides of history. A sudden gust of wind, like a clothesline from an unseen opponent, sent a shiver down Jimmy's spine. He ventured closer, the silence broken only by his ragged breaths. Then, a flicker of movement - a figure in the corner, shrouded in darkness. Jimmy's phone light revealed a tattered american flag. "YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH" Jimmy heard echoing through the darkened impact zone. Panic clawed at him. A metallic clang echoed – the signature sound of nails hitting the ground as Janice drops. As Jimmy stumbled back, a spotlight flickered on, illuminating the ring, and silhouetted in shadow, shrouded in red, black, white the figure stood, nearly 7 feet tall. Jimmy froze. The spirit's spectral voice boomed, a distorted echo: "I need about tree-fiddy." The ropes began to shake, the canvas rippling as if an unseen force thrashed beneath. Jimmy began to fall. "Please, please let me go I'll never come back!" Jimmy cried. And then the spectral voiced replied: "That's not gonna work for me brother" As Jimmy finally succumbed to the darkness. "Jimmy, wake up Jimmy. It's your aunt Dixie, come on now. We're on our way to see your older brother Ethan's championship match with Kurt Angle." Jimmy began to sweat, was it a dream? Was it a premonition? Was it DICK THEEEE COCK JOHNSON?

I've been on a tour of Waverly Hills in Louisville because of living near there, and on my second tour there, we were recording an EVP in the electro shock therapy room, when while asking questions, we got hissed at. At first, the logical conclusion was that it was maybe a bat or an animal, however, when it hissed, we screamed and ran, but nothing scurried away or flew away. Well we scurried away, but no animals. Small side story, on the same tour, me and my mom were walking on the third floor alone, and we got to a turn in the hall. Above the glowing exit sign, I saw green dog ish eyes, and my mom also did. Later on the hour break in between floors they give you, we talked to other people there and found out people had seen the same eyes on the floor above us.

I once had a dick but this this ghost the Cock turned it into a Johnson

Theres actually a famous haunted house close to my home place called Woodlawn house, Co Galway Ireland. Generally people go trespassing trying to find ghosts and most people I know that have been swear it's haunted. It was a old estate house in Ireland during the plantation years. So stories of young maids and servants going missing. https://thisisgalway.ie/the-history-of-woodlawn-house/

When i was little, the house i lived in for most of my time in my elementary school was haunted as hell. The biggest thing that happened to me in that house was every single night, in my room i would get sleep paralysis every night and i would see some ghost lady thing in the corner of my room, watching and staring at me every night. Only in that room though i moved rooms like a month later and it never happened to me again, or for my brother who traded rooms.

There's a place around here called the 13 Steps, it's an old creepy cemetery that's supposedly haunted as fuck. Back when she was in high school, my mom and a couple of her friends went up there to check it out, and as soon as she stepped on the 13th step, lightning hit right in front of them. According to legend, one of the graves belongs to Thankful Blackburn, an alleged witch whose ghost can be seen at night. Haven't been myself, but that's just because the owner's not a fan of ghost hunters and they've put up a bunch of security shit.

I don't know it will fit but i have a paranormal story in 1960's , my great grandfather found a flying cat underneath his backyard's porch. it was just a cat with ''Bat wings lookalike''. He actually saw it flying a little. (Not too far, he was seeing more like he floated) He suceeded to flee the backyard for a another backyard, but he was shotdown by a neighbor, thinking he was a spawn of satan. I actually have proof of that event, because my local newspaper took a picture of the flying cat and did an article on it. And my family kept that article. (If any of you are interested, let me know)

It was the evening of Thanksgiving; I was laying in bed with a tummy full of turkey, sweet potatoes, and peas. I began to doze off when I started hearing foreboding footsteps inching closer and closer. To my shock and horror, a giant turkey came bursting through my closet leaving me riddled with fear.; it reeked of cheap cologne and doo doo feces filling my room with a foul odor. The bird apparition proceeded to viciously rip at it's own head painting my room with blood and viscera. Once the feathered specter succeeded in tearing it's own head off, it revealed itself to be none under than Al Wilson. He pressed his old ghoulish face next to mine; he said to me in a drawl "Alright, listen up; I got an ol'...an ol' Thanksgiving. I yelped echoing my entire house "AHHHH HELPPPPP!."

If your in a dark room with a mirror and say ms Elizabeth 3 times the ghost of Macho man appears and he cuts a 30 minute shoot promo on how hogan fucked his marriage up or maybe not brother

Maybe? When my wife and I were in our first apartment. When our daughter was around 1, there would be these times where she would start crying but she would always look in this specific corner and sometimes she'd point at it while crying. My wife started getting paranoid claiming our kid could see spirits or ghosts. The corner only had a Dale Sr flag. I would start messing with my wife and acted like I could see it and would just tell her it was the ghost of Dale Earnhardt. Its been eight years and I've asked my daughter about it but she has no idea what I'm talking about

Was watching the ghost hunters Halloween live with cm punk as a guest and for some reason my pc screen shook and did weird things on screen while I was watching, so I changed the channel and it stopped. Most bizarre moment that made me think am I going insane?

I used to have this dream where I could see myself asleep. The "camera" for the dream was above the bed and the whole dream was just me sleeping. It was always in the same white room, with a big four poster bed with white sheets. I loved having this dream because I'd always have the best nights sleep - as if I really was sleeping in that big bed. I had this dream on and off for years. One day I was having the dream as normal and the door opened - Something that had never happened before. In walked a bunch of guys in fancy suits, rollex watches, and weird "eyes wide shut" masks. They all gathered round the bed and spoke to me, not to the dream version of me sleeping, they looked up at the camera and spoke to the REAL me. They told me I was part of an experiment and that I was no longer needed, and now it's time for me to die. They attached an oxygen mask to my face and said it would posion me with a gas that would make it seem like I died of a drug overdose. They turned on the gas and I (in real life) sat bolt upright and woke up screaming. The first and only time this has happened in my life. Ever since then I've never had the dream that I'm asleep which sucks because it was always such a great night's sleep. Was I visited by ghosts? Perhaps beings from another dimension? Perhaps it was Caden Cuise's brudda who died after doing the infamous 1190 moon bomb inside the ring.

When I was 15, I was hanging out in a graveyard. I was fixing a relatives grave which had been messed up by a storm. I suddenly felt a cold gust of wind so powerful that it knocked me over. It honestly felt like hands pushing me over. It was creepy af.

when i was 25 i saw the ghost of Chris P. Cocker in my kitchen

When I was 10, I went trick or treating for the first time with no parental supervision. Me and the boys laid waste to central New Jersey. We stole from all the bowls that were left outside by the lazy fuckers, but we stopped once we were followed by a small kid on a tricycle. He stayed a good distance away most of the time, so it was hard to see their face. Finally, the light hit just right and we finally saw this creepy fella ourselves. It was Jimmy Hart! In full jigsaw costume, holding an iron which he used to make hulk hogans skin look like those slowly rotating hotdogs at 7/11. He shrieked DADDY!!! And we all fled the area, it smelled like hotdogs in NJ to me ever since.

When I was 7 or 8 years old, I heard a banging noise coming from outside in the middle of the night. I lived in an old house so it was something I heard a lot, but this time it was different. I was really freaked out and for some stupid reason I went downstairs to check it out. I was trembling as I slowly walked down each step, the banging noises getting louder and louder. When I got to the bottom of the steps, I turned the corner and tiptoed to the window, and when I looked outside, I saw something that horrified me... It was Tony banging a sledgehammer against my deck. I never forgot that moment.

When I was 23 I was visited by the ghost of Brutus Beefcake and he kissed me.

OH MYYY

In fourth grade, my whole class became obsessed with the “Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark” books. In one of the books, it explains how to play the mirror game/Bloody Mary game. I and most of the boys in my class were interested by this game and during one class we all debated whether it was real or not. It was decided that we would all test it out during recess. We went to the only restroom in our school that had a light switch we could turn on and off and had one kid say Bloody Mary five times to the mirror. The funny thing is we did this game multiple times but nothing would happen other than 12 shitty little kids yelling and hollering in a dark restroom, but we kept doing it the rest of the week because it was fun and we hadn’t gotten in trouble for it. Until one day, we actually had something paranormal happen. Just like always we made sure there were no teachers around, closed the bathroom door, checked that there weren’t other kids in the stalls, and turned off the lights. As soon as the lights were off, most of us would just act crazy, yelling and hollering while one kid actually did the game. But, we all stopped when we heard a weird flute sound come from the last stall in the restroom. We all stood there frozen because we knew for a fact there was nobody in the stalls. Then, we started to hear the jiggling of the stall door handle followed by the sound of the stall door swing open and smash into the wall. Now we all started to scream in actual fear, scrambling to find the door. Luckily, a kid was able to find it allowing for some light to enter the restroom. We all ran out, but not before we got a glimpse of what came out of the stall. It was Blacula and he went “BLEH” before he hit the gritty. We never played the game again.

last time i was listening to the pod i had a ghost shit right in my drawers, spooky dookie style

I remember once I was home alone around 11:59 one night, like 3 years ago I think, when I heard a faint noise that, at first I ignored because it's an old house. However the noise wouldn't go away and I started to get nervous, so I finally got around to checking and that's when I saw the Ghost.... Tickets had sold out for their show at Hershey Stadium and I was slightly bummed.

I dreamt that for episode 239 Tony didn’t say that was the best time to go to the dentist

I was doing some volunteering or something like that for school with an event in middle school. I was playing around with my dsi to kill off the boredom of being there. There is a stage in hall where the event was taking place and I took a picture of the backstage area darkness and in the picture I swear I could see that there was a face in the picture but my other friends that were with me could not see what I was seeing. It may have just been a bunch of just of weird colors/pixels just due to the darkness or whatever but at the time I swore it was something.

I went over to my parent's house for dinner, my dad announced to everyone that the family house is haunted.....WITH GAY GHOSTS!!! We all go ".....What?" My dad said that the house was owned by a gay couple and that they brought gay ghosts into the house, now; they won't leave. I then ask "How do you know they're gay?" My dad yells "THE BOOS SOUND SASSY!!"

My ghost story was I got fucked by a ghost. But it wasn’t a ghost. It was James Darnell. Wearing suicides mask whilst shouting “YIPEE”.

She Casper on my Ghost till I haunt the looooooooooong way

This one time...I took a shit .. AND I DIDNT FLUSH 👻👻👻

When I was a teenager, I learned about this place in Houston simply known as the Minnetex Mansion, a huge abandoned mansion apparently built in the 50's that was last sold around 2008 I believe to some investors. A month after it was sold, an unidentified man was found beaten to death in the front yard, he had been bludgeoned in the head with a piece of board, and no motive was ever found to my knowledge. Since then, the lot has been abandoned and the entire place was left rotting, with all sorts of creepy satanic graffiti, an indoor pool that has recessed into a swamp, rumors of large hellhound like dogs roaming the property, as well as ghosts living inside it's walls. I never got to visit the place myself, as over time I think it became a hangout for some homeless folk, and eventually I think I heard that the mansion had finally been demolished. However, the most known case of a sighting on this lot comes from this 2016 video of some people exploring the mansion, spooky stuff! https://youtu.be/l6Ikoi2G180?si=p8kASgBTiZ_5UUhd

When I was 14, I was watching TV when it felt like something passed through me, I looked to my right and the curtains to the window were blowing upwards. Window wasn't open.

One time I took a shit and wiped… there was nothing on the toilet paper!!!!

My childhood home was definitely haunted. Foe context I lived in a small rural town, so it was very rare to see or hear any neighbors. So when my friends used to stay over for those boy girl parties they would always ask me who was arguing in my basement, when no one lived in our basement, hell, we barely even used it. Then one night I was watching Ed edd n eddy like a Chad and I see an apparition, human like shape all covered in white, it's burned in my mind to this day.

Midnight on a drive with the boys in corn field nowhere. Swear I saw a ghoastlu cloud move over the street to a snake like object that raised up like a cobra when i pulled the car up to it. As I approached Shaquille O'Neal watched us from a nearby school window. The snake was a necktie and Shaq was a full sized cardboard cutout. But that ghost all set that up so we could get pulled over for alleged gay activities on the side of the road. Imma let that story end there.

I had a ghost in my house and it ATE MY ASS sexual style crazy style

The air crackled with a chaotic energy that went far beyond a typical wrestling brawl. Hulk Hogan's spectral form careened through the arena like a deranged fog machine, hollering, "Maybe or maybe not DEAD, you knuckleheads!" People scattered faster than roaches at a light switch. James, Jawnny, and Tony, caught in the crossfire, tripped over cables and each other, their panicked yelps echoing through the venue. Just when things couldn't get any more batshit crazy, The Undertaker materialized in the ring, his voice a gravelly echo that sent shivers down spines, both living and dead. "Finally, a challenge worthy of the goddamn Deadman!" he boomed. Hogan, ever the showman, squared off, his spectral pecs somehow maintaining their ridiculous size. "Oh, it's on, Taker! Time for a goddamn brother-brother… well, undead vs. undead grudge match for the coveted 'Undead Champion' belt!" The crowd, a grotesque mix of terrified fans and spectral beings who materialized for the freakshow, went apeshit. Screams and moans intertwined in a cacophony that would make a banshee blush. Jimmy Hart, ever the opportunistic little weasel, materialized from the shadows, a sly grin plastered on his skull-like face. "Hold your horses, brother!" he rasped, his voice like nails on a chalkboard dipped in piss. "You can't just declare a new goddamn title without a proper cage match!" He brandished a miniature cage made of ectoplasm, complete with tiny spectral barbed wire. All hell broke loose. Referees, both living (and extremely confused) and deceased, materialized with bewildered expressions. Even the ghost of Roddy Piper emerged from the rafters, kilt askew, screaming about wanting "a piece of the goddamn pie." Meanwhile, James, Jawnny, and Tony, the wisest men in the arena by a long shot, dove into a conveniently placed laundry hamper and pulled the lid shut, praying this spectral madness would just pass over their sorry asses.

christmas eve 2 years ago i took dmt and saw the ghost of christmas past he told me to change my college major

deadlock spooky style, I like it

I used to live in Iowa and one time was walking through my cornfield and heard a voice be like “if you build it, he will come.” Right in front of me, I saw a vision of a baseball field a I decided to cut down the corn into the shape of the field. My wife’s little shithead brother is in my ear talking about “oh but isn’t it financially irresponsible to waste so much corn” but fuck that guy, baseball is the shit. No fucking joke, I swear old dead baseball players start showing up to play baseball like every day before heading back to the cornfield. Shit was crazy

One time in elementary school, a ghost went up my ass and died.

I remembered one time on the House of my vacation,some fucked Up Ghost wanted to touch my Dick and later when i had to pee ,he later drink the piss , Because i Heard some noises of someone drinking with nobody in the bathroom and i turn the lights and i never closed my eyes that day , Skewoahhhhh to the boys jawnny, james and Tony ,Tony looks a lot like Rick Achberger WWE crowd Sign Guy Skewoahhhhh

I used to work as a valet/bellhop in a “haunted hotel” where the whole 8th floor was supposedly haunted along with the basement and such. We actually used to give ghost tours as well where we had a bunch of gimmicks in the basement that we would use to scare the people on the tour. One of these gimmicks being a literal “mummy in a closet” and the success rate on that thing was ridiculous.

When I was a kid we were haunted by a nasty spirit. It attacked my dad, and then later threw an alarm clock at my brother's head when he walked into the room. It barely missed and crashed into the wall.

There once was an ugly barnacle. He was so ugly that everyone DIED. The end :D

Used to work at a movie theater and at night before we locked up and went home for the day, we had to make sure all the theaters were empty. One night, I was doing the check around 2 am and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a little girl (maybe around 6 or 7) sitting in the front row in a yellow dress just staring straight ahead waiting for something. I whipped my head toward her and no one was there. When I told my co-workers about it, a couple of them had said they've seen her before too. Never saw her again, but it fucked me up for a while.

As someone who is in this field I got a lot of stories, in 2022 I was using seeing a girl who had lost her father a few years prior he was a sheriff for the city of Houston, had died from a motorcycle crash not related to work and she wanted proof that he was still around, we ended up going to a boardroom in a hotel to get some quiet from everyone in the building and I began to speak, asking for her father to please come and speak, what ended up happening in short was : I was touched by two deceased police officers in my lower back, had her sobbing on my shoulder telling me she was “talking to her daddy” which I absolutely loved seeing because it is true folks.. they don’t forget about you once they pass… spirits don’t leave. Another instance happen years prior to that on my 22nd birthday I was the last one to see my grandmother before she passed, she came and visited me as a spirit and told me goodbye. When I woke up my folks told me she had passed overnight at her home 30 miles away.

Heartbeat Bridge, The Devil's Tramping Ground, and the Maco Light in North Carolina

There are no fake ghost stories, only pre-determined ones

a ghost once tore my shit up like that scene in scary movie 2

My mom swears on her life that when she was a teenager, when she was driving home after midnight, she was driving around a bend when suddenly an ethereal car turned around the corner. She says it was like translucent and either a ghost or an angel was sitting in the driver seat. She says the car drove through her car, like literally she saw it pass through her car and then it disappeared around the bend. She said she had to pull over and collect herself for like a half hour before she could finish driving back home.

When I was younger some of cousins and i went to this abandoned warehouse a few blocks over to find ghost and treasure all we found was this homeless dude taking a shit and and asking if we had 50 cents to borrow .

My friend tyler’s belt just fr flew off his hanger for no reason

When I was younger, about 8, I was at a friends house who told me his house was haunted by his grandfather. When we were playing legos in his room, i stood up and walked across his room. A kids book on his dresser flew across the room in front of my face and landed on a table to my right. I never returned to his house after that and I have always believed in ghosts since then because nothing can explain why that book flew across the room.

Insane that a full graphic was made for this

This tread is going crazy bro

One time I was making a comically large sandwich at 4 am off the zoinkies and a ghost tossed my salad AND peeled my potatoes. 10/10 would recommend

I watched a ghost in a TV and I shit my pants full of doo doo

Not me but my best friend has had some crazy shit happen, while living in a place he has seen his backpack get moved around, skateboards would roll down the hall and books would come flying off the book shelf. Says once he moved it all stopped but I believe him.

I was beating my shmeat and a ghost turned on tna wrestling

The ghoulish gum cuzzler gave me bomb ass head in a Wendy's bathroom

Just spent the night in a haunted hotel and I was awoken by a weird ghost noise that sounded like moaning and screaming “harder” very weird for a ghost to do that

I don’t have any stories but this is going to be the most fucked up thread of all time

A ghost sucked me off and called me stupid