Category: True Paranormal Stories

The Black Sisters

By M. L. C.

This is my first ever story so it might be a bit short. Some background: In my town for a year or two I had to go to an old middle school in my district that was built on an all girls academy from the early 1900’s. This school had three teachers who were lovingly nicknamed “The Black sisters”their names were Virginia Wardlaw, Caroline Martin, and Mary Snead.

And they had an the interesting hobby of killing those around them for the insurance money. And now their ghosts haunt the middle school which I must add is no longer being used to teach kids after my stint there.


School Ghost Stalker

By Cole O

Their is not a day that goes by that I don’t think of this. I was in 6th grade in middle school. It was last period on a Friday. I was antsy to get out and I was thinking about Halloween coming up.

When all of a sudden I had to use the bathroom really bad. I’ve never used the bathroom in school being how it was just gross. Anyhow I went to the bathroom and sat down in one of the stalls. When all of a sudden someone entered the bathroom.


No Curb Appeal (My Grandmother’s Haunted House Story)

By Dylan’s Fear Files

This is written from the perspective of my grandmother:

The house was so pretty, no more than 10 years old in 1965 when I was 17 and we began renting it. It was over a mile from the main road of the tiny town, a village really, with a yard that backed up against the woods. It was by far the nicest place my dirt-poor family had ever lived. We had been there less than a year when I was doing laundry in the basement. As I turned, a painting I had never noticed before caught my eye. The morbid, straight-mouthed face of the little boy let me know the painting was old. But it was the eyes that chased me up the stairs. Like so many paintings, it’s eyes appeared to follow you wherever you went. Unlike other paintings the sense of presence, even of menace, let me know right away that our time in that house would not be peaceful.


UndeadSouls – Strange Ouija Board

This story takes place roughly in 2000 when I was 5 years old. My parents lived in this 75 year old brick house. Before we moved in, they were told that in the mid 1950s, a man had been shot and killed on the back porch. My little brother was 3 years old and his favorite little toy car had a clown on top of it and would light up (I attached a photo of what the car sort of looked like). This toy car would say “nah nah nah nah boo boo!” when you pulled it back and then let it go across the floor. We shared a bedroom, and my mother would put his toy out of his reach at night so we could sleep.
My father has worked the overnight shift at his job for 20 years. So, at the time, my mom would take care of us while he was away at work. She retells this story as, One night, the toy clown car rolled off the shelf and landed on the floor next to my bed. It rolled out into the living room and would roll right up to my mom, keeping completely silent until it was right in front of her. Then, it would light up and go “Nah nah nah nah boo boo!” once to let her know that it was there. She picked it up and took it back to our room (also to make sure we weren’t out of bed).

Night Marchers

By ChelleMILSO

Now, before I get started I should describe where I live. My husband and I moved to Hawaii two months ago for his first duty station. We got moved to a community of houses built right after the bombing of Schofield during Pearl Harbor.

Our back patio sits in front of a tree line with the training field right behind it. There are many days and nights where you can hear artillery, it’s becoming somewhat of a soothing sound to me. Anyway, for those of you who don’t know, Hawaiian Night Marchers are the ghosts of warriors who march to and from battle sites on the nights of new moons. It’s a warning if you hear the conch shells and drums and see the flicker of torch light.


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