Possible Ghost In The Basement

Now, this experience happened to me about 5 to 6 years ago, so some of the details might not be there, anyways, here it goes. I had just recently moved about 6 months ago. I now live in a development fairly close to my old home and it was on a corner of a fairly busy street.

I moved for reasons unrelated to this story. I’m a 15-yo male and this happened to me when I was about 9 or 10.

My brother 8, my cousin 12 and I were all in my small, musty cluttered basement just playing around with the toys because we were bored. And literally out of nowhere we heard a toy fall from the other end of the room.

Now, there was no gust, just the fan blowing on us from this side of the room because is was very musty and humid down there, and from what I can remember, both the windows were closed. Since we were all fairly young, we scare easily and I, personally was and still am a firm believer in the paranormal.

So, I suggested we just go outside and play basketball or something because I was not comfortable at that point. They agreed, and we walked to the up the stairs.

We then heard a box of toys fall off another closed box. Now, the fan was indeed facing the the box of toys, but the box fell towards the fan. My cousin said run and we sprinted up the stairs and made sure to lock the door behind us and that was it. This is the only significant happening I can recall. These kinds of experiences had not followed me to my new home.

And I believe that if there was a spirit, it had no intent of harming us. And one more thing, my old home was rented out to multiple people after a family had lived there for years before then. I really only have one explanation for this, paranormal activity.

The Ghost Train

Let’s start this story with the simple fact, that I am not a religious man, And I don’t truly follow any kind of religious belief. But this made me start to think that something else could be out there in this world.

This happened when I was a young man, maybe at most 15, My one buddy who has passed away recently, Was walking with me along the coal train tracks with me, Let’s stick with his nickname, We called him Seamonkey. But it was late in the evening, had recently rained and a small bit of fog had rolled into the area, and we decided, to go for a walk along the train tracks, for a bit of fun and exploration. We were always the exploring type of young kids, the old mill, the trails across the bridge, and even some of the abandoned houses of the town. But today, was different.

We both felt like something was wrong, the fog seemed thicker and almost gaseous,  The smell that normal fog had the clean scent was gone, it smelled this time like rotten flesh, and blood. We thought at first that the smell was coming from a possible dead deer or other animal that might have gotten hit by one of the trains that still come through the area. But we couldn’t see anything near the tracks or even around them, We were starting to get a bit freaked out now cause the fog seemed to thicken a bit more. When we finally heard a noise. A low deep whistle, Howling through the fog and the area.

We froze in place, but quickly got off the actual tracks moving to stand in the gravel that the tracks were surrounded by, And moved closer to the edge of the hill side which dropped down to the river, thinking it might have been one of the coal trains that came through. But soon we were proven wrong, As we watched and waited, we saw it, A single glowing red light coming towards us on the tracks. We both looked at each other at this time, and Seamonkey asked me. “What the fuck?” I replied with “I have no idea, dude!” We both couldn’t even move as we watched it coming closer, only to hear that whistle blow again, This time though we both wanted to run, but we were half way through mill and the town, so we had no were to actually run.

By this time though, we could make it out, it was a train, but was different, It seemed the fog was coming from the train itself, And we could see that it was not on the tracks, but floating above it. As we stood there horrified it slowed, and stopped near us, releasing a hiss of the fog, As we stared in fear, the door on the engine opened up, and a hand extended from it, beckoning us to come closer, We backed up now, finally finding our strength in our legs, when we heard a voice come from the conductors door. “Are…you lost? Come in.” That was when Seamonkey shouted out in fear and spoke to me again. “It’s not human!” That was when I noticed it myself, we could finally see the Conductor, It was a man, in olden clothes, almost like from the fifties, but his face, was angular he had a small pencil like mustache, but his eyes, was what finally shook me out of my stupor, They were red and slightly glowing, and the whites of his eyes were black. He spoke to us again at this time.

“Come boys, I will take you were you belong, don’t be afraid.” At this Seamonkey and I backed up, and I remembered something my Mother use to always tell me, That Train tracks were the home to the lost souls, and the Devil’s train would come for those it deemed lost. As I said when I started this story, I am not religious, but I did remember the Lord’s prayer. I started reciting it. At which this man visibly recoiled lightly, before he chuckled softly. and said one last thing. “Ah…Your both still of this world, No matter, It is not your time for me it seems. Safe travels….My two lost souls.”

With that he closed the door, and the train began to move again, we watched as it passed us, looking at the windows, seeing various types of people, but they all seemed sad, and lonely, as it passed fully the fog lifted, and Seamonkey looked at me as spoke “What in the fuck was that!” With a shaky breath I watched the train continue to travel away from us and I only could answer one thing. “That…was the Grim Reaper’s train. It thought we were dead, and came for us. The Devil decided we were right…But we survived.” With that we both started to move faster, and soon reached the town again, and booked it to my house, where we told myMother what happened, she turned white and quickly stood up grabbing her cross and blessed us both, and told us. “That train will come for you both….I hope you will resist it…” Now, til this day I still see that train once a year, and hear the whistle from time to time, I know that Train is waiting for me, and when my time comes, I know I have to board it, But I warn you all, If you see this train, DON’T TAKE THE RIDE!

Civil War Ghosts

Hello, this story did not personally happened to me, but it happened to my father. This story takes place approximately three years ago near the Stones River Battlefield in Murfreesboro, Tennessee.

To give you a bit of background information, my parents are divorced and my dad lives in an apartment with his roommate.

My dad was a truck driver at the time the story takes place, and on this night as he was driving back home he drove along Stones River Battlefield, which was a battlefield during the Civil War. My dad is a history buff and he often took me and my siblings there, since it was a spot he enjoyed visiting a lot. On this night, however, had changed his perspective about this historical landmark.

As my dad drove down the road, he saw a group of people waiting to cross the street, and as he got closer he realized that this group of people were dressed as Civil War soldiers. My dad’s initial thought was that they were reenactors, not giving any thought as to why they were doing an reenactment this late at night. When my dad approached them he stopped his truck and let them cross the street. What he saw next had terrified him greatly.

One of the soldiers had stopped and looked at my dad with cold, black eyes and a ghostly pale face. My dad was spooked, and just sat there in shock until the soldiers had crossed the street and disappeared.

My dad drove the rest of the way home, trying to peace together what he had just witnessed. He then told me some things that had happened after that, things that scare me more than anything.

He told me as he got home, we was video chatting with someone via Skype, and he had gotten up to do something and had left the room. When he had returned the person he was chatting with asked him if the man walking around in his kitchen was his roommate. My dad’s roommate was gone for the night, and my dad’s apartment is very small so if someone had broken in it wouldn’t be hard to find him. My dad began to fear that the soldier had followed him home.

He said since then he had been witnessing paranormal activity. Mainly small things such as doors opening on their own and stuff being moved around.

Sorry if this story wasn’t very exciting, but it is true. Very true. My dad actually was not a believer of ghosts until he had witnessed this. He had went online and saw that ghost sightings were common in the area. So if you’re ever driving by the Stones River Battlefield, please be careful since these spirits might follow you home and may not be as tame as the one that followed my dad home.

 

True Ghost Story

This true story was told to me by my brother who at the time was station with the U.S. Army in Germany during the President Reagan Administration. He requested not to use his name. At that time he was working in a joint military command and had a top secret clearance. He worked the graveyard shift. After completing his shift he had breakfast, took a shower and went to bed. He was assigned a barracks room all to himself.
Before climbing into his bunk he had locked the door and turned off the lights. Although it was light outside all the windows were closed and the shades down making the room dark. After getting under the covers he was still awake when he heard someone outside the room in the hallway stop in front of the door and open it and walk inside. My brother was surprised because he was almost sure he locked that door. He became a little angry and thought perhaps somebody had mistakenly entered the wrong room, would take note of the mistake and go away. However, this person walked on into the middle of the room, stopped for a few seconds, and then suddenly rushed over to my brother’s bed, grabbed him and tried to throw him out of the bed. As this was happening, my brother instinctively pushed the guy away. He felt what he sensed was this person’s dark curly hair.
After my brother gathered himself he looked up saw and heard nothing. Whatever or whoever it was had vanished. He quickly got out of his bunk, looked around and the room was empty as if nobody was ever there, for when he got to the door it was closed and locked. Everything was suddenly normal again. Before all this happened my brother had been in bed for no more than 2 minutes and never got a chance to fall asleep. The room was a 4 man room and he had been happy to get such a room all to himself.
When he went in to work that night he said to his coworkers, “Guess what happened to me in my barracks room when I got off work?”  They all paused until one of them replied, Let me guess, a ghost tried to throw you out of the bed. Right?” My brother said, “Yeah, how did you know that?” The coworker answered, “Now you know why you got that room all to yourself.  He came to learn that other soldiers who slept in that room had the same experienced  thing.
My brother was told that the barracks was an old World war I building and used by the German army during that time as a field hospital or something to that affect. When the U.S. established a base there and took over after World War II soldiers started reporting ghostly activity and apparitions in the barracks and adjacent areas. One member reported a ghost of a man dressed in a World War I uniform sitting at the edge of his bed staring at him before disappearing. Others reported hearing a commotion outside the room in the hallway. When looking out they saw German World War II soldiers running down the hallway with rifles as if responding to an emergency before fading away in the distance. Another person got a better look at the man trying to throw him out of his bed and saw that he was dressed in a German World War I uniform.
Finally, the credibility about this story is the fact that it was told to me by my brother who never told me anything like this before. Being my brother I know him, and he’s not one to lie, joke around or make up stories. What ever happen to him really happened. He has a sound mind, a university graduate, served six years plus reserve time in the Army. At the time of this incident he was working with top secret affairs.  He currently works for the Federal Government in Los Angeles, Ca.. You can’t get too much more credible than that.

 

White thing

So for context reasons you should probably know that I live in the woods of the southeast United States, (Alabama).

Im also 17 and still in highschool living with my parents. I love it out here but i can’t lie, some things happen that i can’t really explain.

My brother and I each have a large Great Dane, (mine being a bit larger) and every few nights i feel like i hear them going crazy barking deep in the woods, i obviously get worried and always go out to try to call them back to the house but usually they are already just outside the door on the back porch staring tensely and completely rigid into the woods.

At first i just blamed it on the sound of their barking bouncing off objects and sounding further away than they really are.

After the hunting incident I’m not so sure about that anymore.

The single most intense moment i have experienced on the property happened a couple of months ago during the whitetail deer season. I am usually an avid hunter but i hadn’t been yet that season due to my consentrating on wrestling season which goes on at the same time.

However, one day my dad called me and said my little cousin wanted to go hunting, he proceeded to ask me if i could take him and i immediately agreed,(love that little dude and he is obsessed with hunting).

An hour later we are walking down the trail and i can stop smiling because my cousin looked so happy in his camo outfit. We walk down a very large hill, cross a creek, and walk back up another hill. Now we are at the small house (shooting house) that we hunt out of.

It over looks a large green field that we started planting two years back. Off to the right of me there is a small creek that leads into the creek we had crossed earlier, and some really thick underbrush.

To the left and in front there is green grass that goes out for hundreds of yards.

Unfortunately we didn’t get a deer that day but i did see something white flash through the brush behind the back of the field. It was small, probably 4 feet off the ground, so i assumes it was the tail of a white tailed deer since they tend to run with their tails straight up.

But even if it was just a deer, what the hell was it running from?

We had taken down all the coyotes the year before because they had been stealing chickens and it was to far away to have notice my little cousin and I.

Anyways that didn’t really affect me much during the hunt because i had no reason to believe there was something dark in those woods, i was just frustrated at the lost opportunity at the deer, soon after that though i started hearing walking through the woods to my right on the other side of the small creek and brush.

I shushed my cousin and told him that i think something is walking towards the field. He got a little excited because he though it was a deer that i was hearing. But notice i said something was walking, i knew instantly it wasn’t a deer.

When you hunt long enough you can identify most animals by the sounds they make when walking though the woods. A deer ,for instance, will often take about three steps then pause and look around for danger before walking again.

This unknown creature i was hearing had a similar walking pattern to a squirrel.

It would walk kinda fast then crash like it was coming to a stop very quickly.

But it was no squirrel, squirrels aren’t heavy enough to break twigs and branches. The entity moved around outside of my sight for close to 45 mins before suddenly stopping for good. I was unsettled but still operating like nothing was wrong at this point.

Another hour passed and it got dark so me and my slightly disappointed cousin walked back to the house without any issues. We got to the house and my cousin suddenly chirped, “ oh no, i left my camo bag”. After the disappointing hunt i couldn’t let him go home without his favorite bag so i offered to go down and get it for him even though it was a dark moonless night, and that was the choice that lead me to the single most terrifying moment of my entire life.

Since i didn’t have to worry about scaring off deer i decided to take our new four wheeler.

It is a Yamaha grizzly 750cc and any four wheeler enthusiasts will agree that it is a monster in and of itself. I quickly made it to the shooting house and grabbed to bag and a toboggan that my cousin had also left.

As i hopped back on the four wheeler i looked up just in time to see a small white figure dash out of the corner of the headlight beam at an impossible pace.

The memory of those footsteps in the brush came rushing back and i decided I’m about to use 750ccs to get back to the house.

I whip around at a speed that wouldn’t be approved of by many sane people and headed down into the creek. Then suddenly I heard foot steps splashing though the water behind me at what sounded like mock 7.

I can hear these steps over the roar of i massive atv engine which shouldn’t be possible.

And i CANNOT STRESS HOW FAST IT SOUNDED. It was comparable to the speed of a jackhammer breaking concrete, but it was on water. I look back and see a small white humanoid this black hair half the length of its body.

And the only reason i could see it was because ITV was close enough to me that my red tail light was illuminating it.

This was enough, i pushed in the gas as hard as i could and sent dirt and debris flying behind me, i wasn’t flying out of the creek and ripping a completely new trail back up the giant hill that leads to my house.

I hit a bump at this insane speed and the four wheeler went airborne. This didn’t phase me at this point and as i landed 15 feet from when i left the ground i wasn’t already full throttle again.

I whipped into the gravel driveway at enough speed to but deep ruts in it, and hopped off drawing my buck knife as landed on the ground and scanning the area.

First thing i noticed, the creature wasn’t anywhere that i could see. Second thing i noticed, neither was my cousin.

I was past terror and getting furious at this point. Chase me, i run, mess with my 6 year old cousin, you run. I was about to take off into the woods yelling his name wh So for context reasons you should probably know that I live in the woods of the southeast United States, (Alabama).

I’m also 17 and still in highschool living with my parents. I love it out here but i can’t lie, some things happen that i can’t really explain.

My brother and I each have a large Great Dane, (mine being a bit larger) and every few nights i feel like i hear them going crazy barking deep in the woods, i obviously get worried and always go out to try to call them back to the house but usually they are already just outside the door on the back porch staring tensely and completely rigid into the woods.

At first i just blamed it on the sound of their barking bouncing off objects and sounding further away than they really are.

After the hunting incident I’m not so sure about that anymore.

The single most intense moment i have experienced on the property happened a couple of months ago during the whitetail deer season.

I am usually an avid hunter but i hadn’t been yet that season due to my consentrating on wrestling season which goes on at the same time. However, one day my dad called me and said my little cousin wanted to go hunting, he proceeded to ask me if i could take him and i immediately agreed,(love that little dude and he is obsessed with hunting).

An hour later we are walking down the trail and i can stop smiling because my cousin looked so happy in his camo outfit.

We walk down a very large hill, cross a creek, and walk back up another hill. Now we are at the small house (shooting house) that we hunt out of. It over looks a large green field that we started planting two years back.

Off to the right of me there is a small creek that leads into the creek we had crossed earlier, and some really thick underbrush.

To the left and in front there is green grass that goes out for hundreds of yards. Unfortunately we didn’t get a deer that day but i did see something white flash through the brush behind the back of the field.

It was small, probably 4 feet off the ground, so i assumes it was the tail of a white tailed deer since they tend to run with their tails straight up.

But even if it was just a deer, what the hell was it running from?

We had taken down all the coyotes the year before because they had been stealing chickens and it was to far away to have notice my little cousin and I.

Anyways that didn’t really affect me much during the hunt because i had no reason to believe there was something dark in those woods, i was just frustrated at the lost opportunity at the deer, soon after that though i started hearing walking through the woods to my right on the other side of the small creek and brush.

I shushed my cousin and told him that i think something is walking towards the field. He got a little excited because he though it was a deer that i was hearing. But notice i said something was walking, i knew instantly it wasn’t a deer.

When you hunt long enough you can identify most animals by the sounds they make when walking though the woods. A deer ,for instance, will often take about three steps then pause and look around for danger before walking again.

This unknown creature i was hearing had a similar walking pattern to a squirrel. It would walk kinda fast then crash like it was coming to a stop very quickly. But it was no squirrel, squirrels aren’t heavy enough to break twigs and branches.

The entity moved around outside of my sight for close to 45 mins before suddenly stopping for good.

I was unsettled but still operating like nothing was wrong at this point. Another hour passed and it got dark so me and my slightly disappointed cousin walked back to the house without any issues. We got to the house and my cousin suddenly chirped, “ oh no, i left my camo bag”.

After the disappointing hunt i couldn’t let him go home without his favorite bag so i offered to go down and get it for him even though it was a dark moonless night, and that was the choice that lead me to the single most terrifying moment of my entire life.

Since i didn’t have to worry about scaring off deer i decided to take our new four wheeler. It is a Yamaha grizzly 750cc and any four wheeler enthusiasts will agree that it is a monster in and of itself.

I quickly made it to the shooting house and grabbed to bag and a toboggan that my cousin had also left. As i hopped back on the four wheeler i looked up just in time to see a small white figure dash out of the corner of the headlight beam at an impossible pace.

The memory of those footsteps in the brush came rushing back and i decided I’m about to use 750ccs to get back to the house.

I whip around at a speed that wouldn’t be approved of by many sane people and headed down into the creek.

Then suddenly I heard foot steps splashing though the water behind me at what sounded like mock 7. I can hear these steps over the roar of i massive atv engine which shouldn’t be possible. And i CANNOT STRESS HOW FAST IT SOUNDED.

It was comparable to the speed of a jackhammer breaking concrete, but it was on water. I look back and see a small white humanoid this black hair half the length of its body.

And the only reason i could see it was because ITV was close enough to me that my red tail light was illuminating it.

This was enough, i pushed in the gas as hard as i could and sent dirt and debris flying behind me, i wasn’t flying out of the creek and ripping a completely new trail back up the giant hill that leads to my house. I hit a bump at this insane speed and the four wheeler went airborne.

This didn’t phase me at this point and as i landed 15 feet from when i left the ground i wasn’t already full throttle again.

I whipped into the gravel driveway at enough speed to but deep ruts in it, and hopped off drawing my buck knife as landed on the ground and scanning the area. First thing i noticed, the creature wasn’t anywhere that i could see. Second thing i noticed, neither was my cousin.

I was past terror and getting furious at this point. Chase me, i run, mess with my 6 year old cousin, you run.

I was about to take off into the woods yelling his name when i glanced over and saw him looking out of one of the windows of my house looking pretty shaken up. I ran inside and asked if he was allright and he said that he got scared when he heard me flying through to woods, he asked if i wasn’t running away from something and i just said “nah big dude i was doing it for fun” which calmed him down pretty quick.

As he left that night my dad asked me why i wasn’t really driving like a madman but i gave him a look that said “I’m not going to talk about it” and he said, just don’t mess up that four wheeler and left me alone.

Since then not much has happened, i still hear my dogs barking out in the woods when i know they are on the porch but other than that the thing hasn’t made another in person appearance.

I am ok with that. But that thing better believe that if either of my dogs, or family members are hurt or taken in those woods. I will blast the little white thing back to the gates of hell that it came out of.

Then i glanced over and saw him looking out of one of the windows of my house looking pretty shaken up. I ran inside and asked if he was allright and he said that he got scared when he heard me flying through to woods, he asked if i wasn’t running away from something and i just said “nah big dude i was doing it for fun” which calmed him down pretty quick.

As he left that night my dad asked me why i wasn’t really driving like a madman but i gave him a look that said “I’m not going to talk about it” and he said, just don’t mess up that four wheeler and left me alone.

Since then not much has happened, i still hear my dogs barking out in the woods when i know they are on the porch but other than that the thing hasn’t made another in person appearance.

I ok with that. But that thing better believe inflation either of my dogs, or family members are hurt or taken in those woods. I will blast the little white thing back to the gates of hell that it came out of.