Tag: ghost

The Landlady

The story I’m about to tell you might sound like a campfire tale…some twist on an urban legend or something…at least, that’s how it seems whenever I think about it, or tell the story to someone. I can assure you, however, that it is NOT. It happened to me around 16 or 17 years ago, when I was about 18 or 19 (I can’t remember exactly).

I was staying with a friend of mine at his apartment, which is in a small, old building in the downtown area of the small town where I grew up. Next door was a slightly larger, but even older apartment building, and both were owned and operated by the same people.


Thrift store Trickster

I’ve worked at this thrift store for 9 months now and there’s always little things happening here and there.

My supervisor, let’s call him Jim, ghost hunts on his free time. He has a whole paranormal crew and a bunch of equipment he sometimes brings to work. Jim tells me about a lot of little things that happen in the store but i’m not surprised since it is a thrift store and people donate a ton of shit to us. Who knows what could be attached to them. Last halloween he told me about this mannequin we used to show some costumes ideas. He was closing that night with a few others and decided to hang the mannequin on the wall so they would know where to get it for the next day.


It enjoys scaring me

To start this off I live in Pakistan and our version of ghosts isn’t exactly spirits we believe they are their own species.

You don’t need to know the layout of the house because the events took place in two places. Now to start this story I used to get scared in my house because I would see a 7 foot tall figure stalk me around the house it wore a shalwar qameez a black face with no features it was barefoot and it’s feet were black too pitch black like the face it would appear for 5 sec than dissappear one event I remember is that once the bathroom door shut on it’s own I was in the room on the side of it so I went to investigate and something started scratching the door from the other side now i am a coward so I noped the hell out of there.


Something in the School

(This happened a couple of weeks ago) It was 9:30 P.M and I was just getting home from hanging  out with a friend. When I entered my house I noticed that my Aunt Jackie was visiting with my cousin Alec, I said “Hello” smiled and waved at them as I walked through the living straight to my room. I was tired and wanted to shower. After my shower I was on my laptop at my desk when I got a knock at the door. It was my brother, he asked if I would go out and throw a football or a frisbee around with him and Alec.

It was late and they would only be allowed to go out if I went with them.


What’s Downstairs?

Please note that this is my first story written, so it might not be as good as some others. This story happened in Southern Ontario in Canada. Actually, at the time of writing this, it has only occurred two hours ago. I live in a small suburban home in a pretty nice neighbourhood, nice neighbours, great area.

Over the four years my family lived here, nothing has ever happened here vaguely crime like. The fact that this happened here is…nerve wracking to say the least.


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