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I had this terrible ghost story when I was younger. It happened when I was 16 years old only and I was sleeping over a friend's house in the country side. Their house is big and made of stone, has a big backyard with poultry farm and fruit-bearing trees. I go to bed early most of the time and that was midnight when I woke up to go to the bathroom to pee. I was going back to bed when suddenly I heard someone from outside made a loud sound of "psst!" I tried to look who was trying to get my attention, I looked out of the window and nobody was there that time. I ignored it and decided to go back to sleep. Suddenly when I was lying on my bed, the bed started to be shaking. I really got frightened. I thought its an earthquake but the other things in the bedroom was not even moving. my friend and her sister who were in the other room was also sleeping so well that night. I can't help it anymore so I decided to wake up my friend. I asked her if their bed was also shaking and she said NO. I was so afraid that time. I told her what was happening. She told me to pray so that it would stop. I prayed but it took like 2 hours before it stopped. The next morning, I told her parents about the incident and decided not to sleep over in their house again when I visit them. There was one time when her father used the same bed once. he also experienced the "shaking" so he said that maybe somebody owns that bed and never let others to use it. Their family had disposed that mattress instead. It was really terrifying.

I'm not sure if it was a ghost or just fairies messing with me; but in the last place I lived (which is right next door to where I am now) I had about a week that really had me wondering. Three nights in a row, at about 1am, my boyfriend and I would be watching t.v and all of a sudden the kitchen tap would start running. I'd go turn it off only to have it come back on again when I sat back down. It happened twice the first three nights, none the next, then three times the next and then never again as long as I lived there. I still get kinds nervous when I think about it.

i was almost 5 years old when something strange happened to me. back then, the elders would insist children to take afternoon naps. i was alone in the house one time and it was too hot to take a nap inside the room so i just lay near an open window in the upstairs drawing room in my grandpa's old spanish style house. deep in sleep, i felt something very cold encircled my left ankle and pulled me. i was being pulled and sliding on the floor. i was afraid to open my eyes for fear of what i will see. with as much force as i could muster, i gave i strong kick and suddenly, my left foot was caught in the balusters. if i hadnt... i would have fallen 11 steps in the stairs and would have been very hurt. i knew it wasnt a dream because the cold ring around my left ankle left a mark. it had disappeared over the years but for a period of time i had that scar. i didn't know if there was a ghost or whatever force there was. my aunt said she had a third eye open, and mine is half-open. there was an incident about 12 years ago about the moving plate in the dining table that only my aunt and i saw, even with other people around. she said i was fortunate enough that i only saw the moving plate... not the one moving it. gave me the creeps.

My ghost story happened to my sister and I we were driving home it was about 10pm and we were driving on a portion of road that at that time of night not to many drive. we came to an intersection we stopped and as we pulled away out of the corner of my eye I spotted a woman laying on the ground reaching out for help. I turned to my sister and seeing her white face I knew she had seen the same thing. I turned the car around and went back to the intersection. Only to find nothing there, Both my sister and I saw the woman so we knew we weren't crazy. When we got home our parents were still up and we told them the story. as we were talking my dad got up and left the room when he returned he was flipping thru the newspaper. He asked us where we had seen it. Then he read us a story about a woman who had been hit by a car two nights ago, no one knew who she was or who had hit her. I think this woman was reaching out from the grave to my sister and I as she wanted someone to know who she was and what had happened. We both followed this story for days and they finally found out who she was, but never found out who hit her and drove away or why she was alone in this section of town

Hi there. I do believe in ghosts and during my life have experienced a number of unexlained things. The family home in Austria is haunted and whenever I visit something strange happens. One xmas when we were there my brother and I slept upstairs in two ajoining rooms. He came running into my room one night saying there was a womans voice in his room. He came and slept in my room and during the night we could hear a womans voice and cupboards opening and closing very loudly next door. At one point we both saw a shadow of a person outside the frosted glass door. It freaked us out and my brother refused to sleep by himself even though he was 25 at the time!!! Was it a ghost, our imaginations or something else? I believe it was a ghost but just wish she would have haunted somewhere else because I was stuck sharing a room with my petrified brother!