Graveyard Shift

People Share The Experiences That Convinced Them Ghosts Are Real  

Mick Jacobs
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List Rules Vote up the stories that would make you a believer if they happened to you.

For most people to believe in the supernatural, they need to live through a convincing ghost story. Plenty of people experience supernatural phenomena and become believers in the paranormal, and their tales might even make a believer of you. 

The believers of Reddit shared all sorts of real ghost stories that might convince people the supernatural is real. Though most specter and poltergeist experiences tend to land somewhere between unsettling and utterly terrifying, a few people have ghosts stories of benign spirits. It appears even the intentions of spirits, much like the entities themselves, remain outside the realms of human understanding.

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Check Inside The Barn

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.

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2 400 VOTES
The Woman With No Legs

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.

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3 511 VOTES
The Ghost On The Property

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.

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4 493 VOTES
Knowing You're Not Alone

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.

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