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What is your ghost story?

cbarnes1551

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I love ghost videos and stories but it's all filled with fakers and AI. I want more ghost stuff so tell me your ghost stories!

I'll start with one of my own:

My good friend always said his grandparents house was haunted but I never seen anything. My parents house is haunted so I've always been a believer.

One time I was able to stay the night to house sit. My friend and I got stoned and he passed out in another room on one end of the house. This house was originally a trailer so every footstep can be heard. At night, I always heard footsteps on the opposite end of the side of the house from where my friend passed out but it's different when the footsteps don't stop after 1 am. I spent the night hearing footsteps and whispering in that area and my ass was glued to the couch in the living room. I eventually pass out myself.

The next morning, I was waking and baking before my friend got up. After a while, I started warming up hot pockets for breakfast when my friend met me in the kitchen talking about his dreams. He wanted to show me the equipment he was describing from his dream when we heard the footsteps.

We went by the dinning table in the kitchen to overlook the hallway where the footsteps could be heard. After a while they stopped and we didn't see anything. We went back to his phone which is when the lamp on the table moved on its own. The lampshade was pulled off it. The thing was, the lampshade had clamps and shouldn't have been able to move on its own. We both were at least 2 meters away from the table.

I've seen shadows and heard voices but that was the first time I saw something that someone else could verify.
 
For a long time, I used to wake up in the mornings with several scratches on my back and shoulder, but not as if someone had been standing behind me scratching me, but as if someone had been sitting on my lap, face to face with me, and scratching my back and shoulders from there.

I used to joke that I had a passionate ghost lover and that these were her love marks. But the truth is, I never knew why it happened. One day it just stopped, and it hasn’t happened to me since.
 
I used to live in a small house with a barricaded attic due to poor wood structure. I remember lots and lots of nights I would hear sounds coming from there. My mother used to say there were just rats. I kind of believed her, except for that time I also heard crying
 
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