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Good evening, it’s Spooky Boo coming to you from the radio waves of the KSND radio station in Sandcastle, California. We had a wonderful Halloween here and I am going to tell you the story of Halloween in Sandcastle this year tomorrow night. Tonight, however, I have some very spooky true ghost stories posted by Mike Bloomfield from the American Ghost Stories Facebook group that I have been given permission to scare you with!
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Story Number One
GET OUT OF MY ROOM
When I was twenty one years old, my new husband’s family offered to sell us a house that had been in his family for generations at an incredibly cheap price. They had a difficult time keeping it rented and did not want to hassle with it anymore. We jumped at the opportunity and moved in almost immediately. It was only a matter of hours before strange things began to happen. It did not take me long to decide there was something or someone else other than us in that house.
Almost every night we would hear something coming up the staircase. The steps were old so you could hear every creak. Nick, my husband, would jump up out of bed whenever he heard it to go make sure that someone hadn’t broken in. It would always end the same, no one was there. The ghost appeared to get braver as time went on. We could hear the steps eventually come down the hall; they were getting a little closer to our bedroom door with each visit. Finally, the night came that we had both been dreading. Nick was sound asleep, exhausted from working hours of overtime. I heard the steps dare to pass the doorway of our bedroom and enter our room.
I felt slightly aware of something or someone approach the side of the bed I had my back turned to, but I was afraid to look. I just kept my face in Nick’s chest and closed my eyes tightly. I felt as though there was someone right behind me, right behind my head just staring at me. I knew one thing for sure; I was not going to turn around to check. I just wanted to fall back to sleep as soon as possible.
My hand searched under the covers for Nick’s hand. I very softly and quietly moved my hand beneath his big palm. I did not want to disturb him; I just knew it would make me feel better if his hand was lying on top of mine.
My back felt ice cold; I tried to bring the covers up tighter around my neck and back. That’s when I felt it. Something moved briefly on the bed behind me. I did not acknowledge it. I forced myself to stay still as if I were still asleep. I felt that if I suddenly reacted, I would see something horrible, so I did not turn around, I did not move.
That seemed to upset whatever was behind me. I felt the bed move again, but just ever so slightly. I felt that whatever was behind me was so close to me it was almost touching my hair. I had the feeling on my scalp similar to when you have static electricity in your hair. I was sure it must almost be standing on end.
I rubbed Nick’s palm with the back of my hand. I think I was actually trying to wake him, but trying to do it quietly, so whatever was behind me would not notice. It didn’t work. Nick just grunted a moment and then took another deep breath, he was still sound asleep.
I felt another movement on the bed directly behind me again. I actually could feel the blanket I had wrapped so tightly around me tug on me a bit as if someone had laid some weight on it behind me, I was sure that something was trying to get even closer to me. Suddenly I felt air blow on my cheek. It was just the same as if someone had breathed on me, except it was a lot colder, ice cold.
I tried rubbing Nick’s hand again only I did it more aggressively this time. He moaned a little and turned to face me laying his arm across my side. That made me feel a little better, if there was someone or something directly behind me he would have struck them with his hand when he put his arm around me. I no sooner had the thought when Nick’s arm went flying off of me and back towards him. It was as if someone had picked up his arm and flung it off of me. At that same exact moment, I felt a very strong tug on my hair, and heard a whisper in my ear.
“Get out of my room,” the words struck me like a knife in my stomach.
It was a very raspy mean voice. I woke Nick instantly, but once again there was no one there. Many things happened in that house. We only lived there for thirty six days, thirty six days of pure mental hell.
That was when I started to believe in ghosts and spirit hauntings. It forever changed how I view things.
Story Number 2
Haunted Duplex in Waterloo, Iowa.
I was watching my granddaughter at her house and late that night I thought I heard someone walking around upstairs. My four year old granddaughter was asleep in her room and no one was upstairs. I went downstairs and heard footsteps this time on the open staircase but again no one was there.
I went upstairs to go to bed and left the upstairs bathroom light on in case my granddaughter got up in the night and went to bed. I pushed a box in front of my bedroom door after closing the door and went to bed. A woke up after hearing a noise and found my door open and the box pushed to the side of the door.
I checked my granddaughter and she was asleep and my daughter wasn’t home yet. I shut the door and placed the box back in front of the door and went to bed. I couldn’t sleep and noticed the door slowly open as if someone was pushing it open. The box slid to the side where it was before and than I felt something sit on the end of the bed near my feet. I yelled at it to get out of my room and it was suddenly gone.
I went in to the hall and turned on the light. The attic door was right across from the bedroom. The stairs were still there but the attic had been closed off. That stairwell gave me the creeps. I had the strongest urge to shut the door, nail it shut and hang a cross on the door.
I couldn’t sleep and waited for my daughter and her friends to come home. I told her what had happened and she told me that during the day they can hear people talking upstairs and walking around but no one is ever there and that it was happening even before the other side of the duplex was rented. She said it gets worse at night and that the kitchen cabinet doors to the sink in the kitchen often bang shut like something is slamming them.
She also told me that when they first moved in to the duplex they didn’t feel comfortable sleeping upstairs and that my granddaughter would scream and cry if she had to sleep upstairs. I told her about the thing that opened the door and than sat on my bed and she told me that happens nearly every night in her room where I was sleeping at that sometimes it even shakes her bed while she is on it until she yells at it to get out of her room.
Whatever is in that duplex leaves my granddaughter alone now but seems to have centered its activity to my daughter’s room, her bed, the attic stairs and the downstairs kitchen. I do not feel comfortable with this thing and sense something very wrong with it. It seems dangerous to me and almost threatening.
The attic draws my attention and feels wrong… A strong sense of wrong yet I feel drawn to it. After being in that house overnight I have had trouble sleeping, nightmares that I can’t totally recall, my daughter has lost her job and her car blew the heads leaving her with no transportation.
I want her to move out but right now she is stuck there until she can find another job and can afford to move.
Haunted Duplex in Waterloo, Iowa.
I was watching my granddaughter at her house and late that night I thought I heard someone walking around upstairs. My four year old granddaughter was asleep in her room and no one was upstairs. I went downstairs and heard footsteps this time on the open staircase but again no one was there.
I went upstairs to go to bed and left the upstairs bathroom light on in case my granddaughter got up in the night and went to bed. I pushed a box in front of my bedroom door after closing the door and went to bed. A woke up after hearing a noise and found my door open and the box pushed to the side of the door.
I checked my granddaughter and she was asleep and my daughter wasn’t home yet. I shut the door and placed the box back in front of the door and went to bed. I couldn’t sleep and noticed the door slowly open as if someone was pushing it open. The box slid to the side where it was before and than I felt something sit on the end of the bed near my feet. I yelled at it to get out of my room and it was suddenly gone.
I went in to the hall and turned on the light. The attic door was right across from the bedroom. The stairs were still there but the attic had been closed off. That stairwell gave me the creeps. I had the strongest urge to shut the door, nail it shut and hang a cross on the door.
I couldn’t sleep and waited for my daughter and her friends to come home. I told her what had happened and she told me that during the day they can hear people talking upstairs and walking around but no one is ever there and that it was happening even before the other side of the duplex was rented. She said it gets worse at night and that the kitchen cabinet doors to the sink in the kitchen often bang shut like something is slamming them.
She also told me that when they first moved in to the duplex they didn’t feel comfortable sleeping upstairs and that my granddaughter would scream and cry if she had to sleep upstairs. I told her about the thing that opened the door and than sat on my bed and she told me that happens nearly every night in her room where I was sleeping at that sometimes it even shakes her bed while she is on it until she yells at it to get out of her room.
Whatever is in that duplex leaves my granddaughter alone now but seems to have centered its activity to my daughter’s room, her bed, the attic stairs and the downstairs kitchen. I do not feel comfortable with this thing and sense something very wrong with it. It seems dangerous to me and almost threatening.
The attic draws my attention and feels wrong… A strong sense of wrong yet I feel drawn to it. After being in that house overnight I have had trouble sleeping, nightmares that I can’t totally recall, my daughter has lost her job and her car blew the heads leaving her with no transportation.
I want her to move out but right now she is stuck there until she can find another job and can afford to move.
Story Number 3
Midnight caller
It almost felt like a dream. I woke up to my dog, Lucy, barking. She was upright on the bed where my husband and I were sleeping with our 22 month old daughter, staring at our door like an unknown stranger was out there rummaging around. I thought she was just freaking out over a house noise. We’d only had her for 3 months and she was still a puppy. It could have been anything- our roommate, a creak from the house settling, the awnings moving outside in the breeze- I wasn’t too concerned initially.
I decided the best bet would be to open the door and show her nothing was there. It sounds a bit silly, but it’s what we do with our daughter when she gets scared, and I figured it should work with a puppy, too. I opened the door and she raced to the front door. She stood there, snarling at the door. It was an angry, violent growl, one I had never heard her make before. I looked groggily at her and opened the baby gate blocking the doorway, planning to open the door and show her everything was OK.
The second my hand reached for the deadbolt, Lucy went wild. She started barking and jumped toward me, and when I touched the metal, she suddenly changed her temper. She whimpered, almost like she was afraid and backing down. As her mannerism changed, so did mine- I wasn’t calm anymore. My heart was racing and sinking at the same time. I had been flooded with a mixture of fear and dread. I looked through the peephole. I can’t explain why I looked, but I did. Outside were two kids.
One was just a smidgen shorter than me, and didn’t look much younger. I’m 21, and she looked to be 16 or 17. She was slender and pale. Her hair was a light shade of honey blonde, and she wore it long, about mid-back, with long, thin, blunt bangs in the front that covered most of her eyes. She wore jeans, a light-wash that’s popular right now, and a thin-looking olive coloured pullover style hoodie. She held the hand of a small girl, who looked to be around 3 or 4, in the same style jeans and a button-down ivory cardigan.
The smaller one looked at the floor shyly, but had the same shade of hair, tied back in a ponytail. She held a stuffed toy under her free arm, and it was identical to one my daughter has- as was their style of dress. Had it not been for the feeling of overwhelming dread and fear, I probably would have asked these children in and given them some tea or hot chocolate to get them out of the bitter cold. Something about them seemed off. At this point, I hadn’t made any noise- I hadn’t shushed the dog or grumbled, nothing- I hadn’t turned on any lights, these kids had no indicators I was at the door.
The older one spoke.
She had a voice that was mature, confidant, strong, and accent less. She held her head tilted downward, and I couldn’t see her eyes. She said “We have to use your phone.” I stood frozen in fear. How did she know I was there? She raised her head to face me directly, and that was when I saw her eyes. There was a reason I couldn’t see them through her bangs before- they were black, or midnight blue, or a dark, dark purple- they were otherworldly. she said. “Our mother is worried.”
As someone who has always been interested in creepy stories, I knew what she was the second she looked at me through the door.
I have never been one to believe in these things- as a staunch Atheist and sceptic when it comes to the paranormal, I had written off many a ghost story from friends and family members eager to tell their tale. I didn’t believe it. Still, I couldn’t rationalize my way out of this- I was standing with nothing but a thin wooden door between me and a Black Eyed Kid. There was no questioning what was right in front of me.
I did not answer her. Slowly and silently, I backed away from the door, Lucy still cowering at my ankles. She kept talking. “Just let us in to use your phone.” I took another step back, and with that step, the tone changed. At first, she seemed polite. When I took that second step back, she became commanding, almost hostile. We’re not going to hurt you. If we wanted to do that, we would have broken in. I’ll ask again. May we come in and use your phone?” Lucy snarled at the door, and I inched backward, though something inside me seemed to be slowly pulling me back toward the door. It wasn’t a physical pulling so much as a subconscious need to go back and let them in.
I got to my room, covered up the window, locked the door, and sat there in the dim light of the nightlight. I heard her call me back to the door once more, and then quiet. I didn’t go back to sleep that night, and I haven’t slept right since. I know from reading about them that BEK’s can’t just come in without permission. I know they haven’t hurt anyone, but I still fear I’ll be the exception. When I told my husband, he said it was just a dream. He keeps telling me to forget it, but this lingering feeling of sadness, this dread when the house is silent at night, this fear of a knock at the door… this tells me otherwise.
Story Number 4
My House Was Built in 1904
My house was built in 1904. It is a single family home, wood frame setting on a concrete block foundation. I have been living here for about 12 years. Of all the weird things that my siblings and me have seen or heard in this house this one event is my favorite. This happened to my brother. About ten years ago my brother and his best friends had started a garage band playing mostly “Spanish rock,” alternative music but in Spanish. His friends could only get together on Sunday afternoons. They would practice into the early evening, and they would usually call it quits by 8 pm. This was the time I usually showed up and went to bed, cause I worked the graveyard shift.
This happened in late fall, so the days were getting shorter, they had just finished a long session when the decision to head to someone else house came about. My brother handed his car keys to his buddy so they could load up the equipment. Everyone had filed out of the basement, but the tricky part was that they needed to walk all the way to the back of the basement, up the back stairs, through the kitchen doorway, down the hall into the living room and out into the front porch. Everyone was outside sitting in my brother’s truck waiting for him. My brother was walking up the back stairs when he remembered that he had left his pancakes in a to go container sitting on a speaker in the basement. He made the decision to go back. Now the basement is not clean, with full sight lines, there had been partitions made, and the boiler and main heating unit are right smack in the middle. So after my brother walks back, he is about to retrieve his food container, when out of the corner of his eye he sees it.
It is a shadowy figure, right at his peripheral vision, this feeling of dread and uneasiness washed over my brother. We had been taught that if you are in the presence of a spirit or ghost and you felt a bad vibe, to say quick prayer or to cuss at it. My brother chose the latter, he basically just told it “hey fuck you, I don’t have time for this shit”.
My brother started to walk to the back of the basement and briskly up the stairs, closing doors and turning off lights as he was walking out. The last light switch is on the opposite side of the front door…luckily the door was open and the light from the street lamp was flooding the living room with its amber light. My brother said he felt something at his back, but at no point did he turn around. As he flicked the last switch the living room went dark, as did rest of the house. As he stepped out he pulled on the door closing it behind him, still holding his food container in one hand he jogged down the few porch steps. He walked towards the front gate…our house resides far from the main street, essentially having a large front yard but no rear garage. As he closed the gap between himself and his friend-laden truck he kind of smiled and thought things over in his head, mad at himself for spooking out when there was no reason.
He climbed into the drivers side of the truck, putting on his seat belt and getting ready to pull out of the parking spot directly in front of the house, when one of his friends asked “ Hey wait what about your brother, isn’t he coming with us?” My brother answered, “What do you mean? He went to work early tonight, he is already gone, do you see his car anywhere?”
The next question they asked “So then who was walking behind you when you were leaving the house?
Story Number 5
The Barn
My Grandparents had a small farm, my Grandpa built the barn with the help of some friends/relatives back in the 50’s. We had a gathering at the farm after he passed with a bunch of us; Dad, brother, several aunts, uncles, cousins, and my little family (husband and 2 boys). The farm house was crowded, so my husband, boys and I put up our tent with air mattresses in the top part of the barn to bunk down. Everyone was awake before me the next morning, they were all the house making breakfast. I woke up to distinct footsteps walking the length of the upper part of the barn, across the wooden floor toward our tent (I wasn’t afraid). I got up and dressed, walked across the yard to the house and asked who came into the barn to wake me up. Nobody had. I know it was my Grandpa.
A few years later, we had another family gathering, another full house. This time, my sons and nieces were sleeping up over the barn in tents and my husband and I slept on air mattresses in the basement of the house. Someone had mistakenly locked the back door so the kids couldn’t get in the house to use the bathroom during the night if necessary. We were wide awake in the basement and heard footsteps above us on the main floor of the house walking from my Grandparent’s bedroom to the back of the house, I heard the latch on the back door unlock. I realized then that we had locked it, was relieved that someone unlocked it and went to sleep. The next morning at breakfast, I asked who got up to unlock the back door for the kids in the middle of the night. Nobody had gotten out of bed to do that. It was my Grandpa, I’m 100% certain. He loved that farm and our family, he didn’t leave until my Grandma passed to join him.
“So I grew up in Northern Virginia, and we had plenty of battlefields and such to visit for school field trips. In fifth grade, my class went to the Belle Grove plantation, which was at Cedar Creek Battlefield. Cool house, still has damage to her columns from gunfire from the battle.
Anyhoo, my class was in the kitchen of the plantation, listening to the tour lady talk about whatever it is you’d tell a bunch of ten-year-olds about plantation life. There are these big double doors on each side of the room, and they are open. And then we hear humming coming from outside.
The teacher’s aide, who I’ll call Bulldog ’cause she looked like one, told us that whoever was humming to knock it off. But that’s the thing; it wasn’t any of us, and it was coming from outside. Bulldog goes out one side of the kitchen, comes back in, and goes out the side that leads to the garden. She comes back in, says to the tour lady no one at all is out there, but she could hear the humming right there in the garden.
Doesn’t sound like much, right? Well fast forward a few years, and I’m reading a Ghosts of Virginia book. There’s a story about Belle Grove in it.
Apparently the Lady of the house was found in the smokehouse one day, badly beaten, half in the embers, with clear fist imprints on her face. She dies just a few days later. A slave girl was accused of the beating and murder and was hanged for it.
And the lady of the house liked to walk in the garden and was always humming. And various people over the years was witness, I guess you could say, to the ethereal humming that would take place in the garden.
That just thoroughly freaked me out when I realized I got to witness it, too.
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