People Share The Experiences That Convinced Them Ghosts Are Real

From Redditor /u/gabberchella:

Not me, but my mom had one. She’s been a believer ever since. My grandpa passed away on Christmas (his favorite holiday) and after dealing with the shock we started to figure out what to do with his things. He was a hardcore hoarder and had barns filled with crap that nobody had gone in for probably 15 years.

So one night my mom is sleeping and dreams that she woke up to a knock at our back door. She goes out and sees my grandpa standing there. Shocked, she yells at him that it’s 2:30 in the morning. He tells her he loves her, and that she needs to tell my grandma where the money is, because 'You always gotta tell Mema where the money is, she worries.' My mom stands there confused and asks what he’s talking about. He goes on to say that it’s in the barn, under all this crap on the left hand side. My mom wakes up, thinks it’s strange, but goes and looks in this barn. And there it is, right where he said it was. Dozens of coffee cans filled with quarters and dollar bills. So weird. I like to think he was looking out for my grandma.

From Redditor /u/mynamesyow19:

My friend's aunt and uncle live in a 100-plus-year-old house in a little German neighborhood in our city. They have always sworn they have an elderly female ghost living in their home. But most of the family has never seen her so they kind of half-believed them, but never completely until last summer. They were having their kitchen re-modeled and had some guys doing the floors.

While I am hanging with my friend, she gets a call from her aunt. Her aunt, who is at work, asks my friend if she can go over to the house and check on them because the guys called and said something happened in the house and they won't go back in. My friend lives close and says sure she'll go over and check on them. So I go with her because it sounds odd/interesting.

We go over there and these two redneck-y guys, one older and one young guy, are sitting on the front porch both smoking cigarettes and looking a little shaky. My friend walks up introduces herself and asks them what's up. And the old guy nervously says that they were in the kitchen ripping up the floor and it got freezing cold (middle of the summer, mind you) and they both looked up to see this old woman standing in the kitchen staring at them very disapprovingly. They say she was kind of see-through and didn't have the bottom half of her legs. That's when they freaked out and ran out of the house. They tell my friend they won't go back in unless someone from the family was with them. The description they gave of the woman was exactly the way her aunt/uncle had always described her. Crazy.

From Redditor /u/pitpusher:

Significant other and I own an old farm for retirement. It's three miles off the blacktop down a winding, tree-lined dirt road. After rounding a curve you cross a small creek, and there just above flood line sits the tiny house, barn, and outbuildings. The house was built before 1900 and the original owners raised 11 children there without running water or electricity (spring out back). The family owned the property up until the '70s.

I was staying there alone shortly after we purchased the place because my mother (who lived near-by) was fresh out of the hospital and I was helping her get back on her feet. One afternoon I rushed into the house to get something before running back to Mom's. I was in a terrific hurry and not thinking about anything but the task at hand. I rounded a corner into the bedroom and was hit with a feeling of a presence. I instantly knew someone/something wanted my attention. My heart pounding in my ears I finally said, 'Whoever you are, as long as you aren't evil, please show me what you have to tell me but don't scare me... I gotta stay here alone. I will try to help you if I can.'

The image of the back porch step came to mind. I'd noticed it right after we closed on the property. It was a plain square stone with beveled edges - identical to the turn-of-the-century headstones in the lonesome graveyard one mile down the road.

Fast forward a week: the previous owner stopped by. Before he could sit down I blurted out, 'Is that a tombstone by the back porch?'

Color drained from his face and he collapsed onto the chair responding, 'Well, I don't know the exact spot but there is a baby buried in the backyard.'

Seemed the youngest child of the original family (the 12th) died at birth or shortly after. As was the tradition in the rural south the child was placed close to the home. This tombstone had always been there (nothing carved on it, just flat), and the then-owner decided it would make a great step and built a second door for the tiny back porch. He swore to me he'd never moved it.

We removed the second door and are making plans to have the family name and dates they lived here carved on the stone so that when we leave no one makes this mistake again. Next to it I planted daffodils to come up every year. The lights coming on and off in the house and at the same time in my truck parked outside has stopped and I no longer feel that presence that I believe was the baby's mother. She died in a nursing home many miles away and I fear she worried about her baby's unmarked grave.

From Redditor /u/JustAnHallucination:

When I was around 12 my family and I moved into a new house. Money was tight so we were renting it. It was a fairly nice place and newly built, so I liked the sound of it.

We arrive to start unpacking. I step inside to check the place out but it just seems... off. I tell my mum and she tells me it's because it's a fairly new place and to get over it, so I do. On the first night, I'm sitting in what was supposed to be the dining room, playing games on my DS. I hear my little brother, who's around six, say 'Hey, guys.' When I look over, I see that all of the cupboards are open. Now, none of us could have reached the ones on top because they were way too high. My dad was the tallest at the time and he was 5'6". Somehow my sister manages to convince everyone that I am playing a prank, but I'm freaking the f*ck out, but I somehow manage to convince myself it was my sister trying to get me in trouble.

After a few days we all begin to notice weird things, like shadows moving past windows and our puppy barking at one specific corner of the house. The shed in the backyard is a no-go zone for everyone, even our puppy hates it. One Saturday morning we wake up early while our mum is taking our dad to work (He didn't drive. He got into an accident when he was 18 and refused to drive since). As my sister and I are watching cartoons, our little brother screams and runs to us crying, saying he saw a witch. We hide in our rooms and tell mum when she gets back. She asks my brother what he saw and he describes a black, shadowy figure, even though it was broad daylight. She obviously thinks it was the imagination of a kid and dismisses it. I'm scared sh*tless by all these weird things, and I ask my sister if I can sleep by her that night (she was doing karate so I felt safe by her). She agrees, but that night I wake up early. I look into the corner of the room and it's there. Just f*cking standing and staring. It scares the f*ck out of me and I run to my dad and he lets me sleep by him and mum. After three months we move the f*ck out.

Just a few months ago mum and I got to talking about that house and she told me that she thinks it was haunted. I asked her why and she said something that scared the f*ck out of me. 'I saw a black shadow in the corner of your room when you were a kid. It was just staring at you. I used to hide crosses in your room thinking it would scare it off.' After doing some research, mum found out that the owner's husband died in that house.

From Redditor /u/Ridiculous_Diagnosis:

I moved into a place where the family next door and the last tenant of my apartment both died in their homes. One night, I was in bed and looking at my phone. It suddenly got really cold. Like walk-in freezer  cold. I thought that was weird for a hot summer night with a sub-par air conditioner but I just pulled on some covers and kept reading.

My phone then died. 'Alright, that's weird,' I thought. I went to check my computer and shortly after browsing there, it died too. What the actual f*ck? So I was sitting there, suddenly aware that I didn't feel alone anymore.With covers pulled up to my eyeballs and no phone, I was just looking around my room waiting for something to happen.

The light turned on.

Nope! I frantically fumbled for my phone and grabbed a bat under my bed (because I was going to beat the ghost?). I eventually calmed down enough to remember that people who believe in ghosts say that you can ask them to leave. Worth a shot, I thought.

'Hey... so um... I work really early in the morning and I need to sleep. You're scaring me and I would prefer it if you left. Sorry... no hard feelings.'

No more than five seconds later, the light went off. I slept in the living room with my dog that night.

From Redditor /u/twopercentmilks:

This past summer, my grandmother suddenly passed away from a stroke.

The day after, I was sitting in my living room with my mother when the TV suddenly turned on and started blaring Japanese music on YouTube (she was Japanese). We checked the source and turned out it was the laptop connected to the TV. It was turned off. We were all freaked out so we checked all of our YouTube accounts histories, and nothing came up...

A few days later, my brother was looking for videos of her to play at the funeral, and he found a video of her looking back and waving. The date stamp on the video was the exact date and time as when she passed away, just a few years earlier.

After the funeral, all of my house's appliances started breaking down (fire alarm, washer, fridge, microwave), all within a few days. We got everything fixed up except the microwave, which had to be taken to a specific factory for repairs. When my dad drove out there, he realized that the factory was right beside my grandmother's grave.

Around the same time, my mom (who always drove my grandmother around) started noticing that her car's seatbelt alarm (the one that goes off when you sit on the passenger seat without a seatbelt) started going off when she was driving alone.

I've never been a believer in ghosts before, but it oddly gives me a sense of comfort knowing my grandmother could still be with me.