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.
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.
Shadows In The House
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.
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.
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.