Real Ghost Stories

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Hi everyone just so everybody knows (no one seems to be talking about it) there is going to be a Real Ghost Stories 2. It also says that in my bio. Keep sending me in stories please, I have around 50 stories that will be put into the books, so if you have a paranormal experience that you wouldn't mind sharing (it doesn't have to be scary) then send it in. You can also tell me if you want it anonymous or not. That means you won't get a dedication and people won't know it was you who sent it in, I'm not going to tell anyone or call you a liar if you send in a story so feel free to.

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So recently my grandfather died August 5th 2013. And ever since then I have acquired this power to hear and see things that I never saw in my life. So I was sound asleep in my room August 30th. And all of a sudden I have this dream, it's a hand print.

All of a sudden I wake up just like that. At 11:15AM the time he died. I looked in a box I stored my grandfathers things, which I forgot about until now. I suddenly pull out the hand print clay of my grandfather which my grandmother made for me. And I put my hand on the print and started crying, I couldn't believe he was gone. My mom said I was the reason he was still on earth she told me I had to let him go but I couldn't.

After that night I told my mom she and she said it was freaky. I kept having dreams but I could barley see them. I couldn't understand what they were about but I saw my grandfather there in all of them. So September 10th came along and I felt depression. I don't know why but then a friend came up to me and said tomorrows 9/11. So then it clicked that's why I'm depressed but what for I don't have family or friends that died. But my grandfather did. One of his daughters died.

That night I went to bed feeling depressed and I woke up 11 September and all of a sudden again at 11:15 PM a bracelet that my grandmother gave me a while back still in its plastic bag fell to the ground. It was scary. Cause I didn't know where it was and I was looking for it the day before.

I told my mom and she said when ever I see him I have to say hi to him... A bit before it all happened aka the bracelet falling. September 5 I heard something fall in my room causing me to wake up again 11:15 PM. I decided to ignore it not bothering with it and told my grandfather I was asleep. Afterwards complete quietness.

I woke up and checked out what it was there was nothing. So I took a shower and when I came back I stepped on a 25 cent coin. And it was never there. So I said he stole my money. I told my mom and she laughed. He always had money jingling in his pockets. And too this day I still see my grandfather and hear him at night at exactly 11:15 PM sharp I know he is in my room telling me goodnight.

The sad part about all of this is that I visited him 2 weeks before he died and I told him this wasn't gonna be the last time I was going to see him. Since he lives 12 hours away from me and all. And he listened and smiled and I gave him my last kiss goodbye that day I left. I was kinda happy cause he was fighting Alzheimer's and he made it to stage 7 the last stage. So he had 1 week to 6 months to live and he lived all six, he is always following me around.



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This is another story not by the same author called Less Than Welcomed Guests, it is a continuation of Restless on the stairs. Read it before you read this, it was on the last chapter.



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Our efforts at renovating the old house continued despite the random sound of footsteps we would hear on the stairs and upstairs hallway at night. We were more or less sleeping through them at this point, having no fear of them and as nothing overtly hostile had occurred we felt it was probably a residual haunting. As work on the exterior of the house began to finish up we were more interested in inviting people over. Mom had wanted the opportunity to invite my sister over to stay with us now that we had a spare room for her. I was more inclined to invite friends from school since the outside of the house no longer looked like something from the Addams Family with missing boards, peeled paint and cracked window frames.

The first real guest ended up being my sister. She came to visit for about a week from San Francisco while on fall break from USF. At first sight of the house she fell in love with it and immediately started asking questions about its history. Of course, we hadn't had much time for research trying to get settled, get the house in livable condition and become accustomed to living in the city again. Sis decided she would take the lead and try to find out as much about the house as she could during her visit. We stayed up late that night talking about her experiences in the city and at school. She was also staying in a Victorian apartment conversion and she thought the architecture was the epitome of style. At about 1:00am we all stumbled off to our respective bedrooms to get some sleep, but my sister, upon entering her room discovered that none of the lights or electrical outlets seemed to be working. In the weeks we had been staying in the house, we hadn't had a single problem with the power going out so we thought of it as a case of "bad luck" it had happened now.

The first thought was to check the electrical service panel, but we couldn't locate one. On the outside of the house, where you would expect to find breakers there was only a meter for the power company. We finally located the old fuse box in the pantry next to the kitchen and discovered that one of the four fuses had indeed burned out. We replaced the old fuse, with an equally old fuse we located in a box on the shelf next to the fuse panel and were relieved to find the lights back on when we returned to sis's room... Problem solved!

Problem not solved... The following morning my sister came down very late. She missed breakfast, but we assumed it was just a matter of her recuperating from driving the day before. We were dismayed to learn that she had overslept due to the alarm clock not working. I went up with her and checked the outlets and overhead lights which were all dead once more. Once more, we checked the fuse panel. None of the fuses were burned out this time but as we removed them and replaced them one-by-one power was restored to my sister's room. It began to raise questions with my mother and I about the state of the wiring in the house and the possibility that the guest room might not be ready to be occupied yet after all. The power failed again in the room that day, and again that evening when my sister prepared for bed. She was sitting at a small desk in the corner of the room brushing her hair when she felt the room get very cold. She turned to the window to see if it had been left open, and as she turned back the lights went out, throwing the entire room into darkness. This certainly frightened her and she let out a scream that both my mother and I heard downstairs. When we reached the room it was decided that the wiring was simply too sub-standard and my sister would spend the rest of her visit in the converted living room.

We called a local electrician the very next morning, someone who had experience with all the older homes in the area. He informed us that he wouldn't be able to visit until a few days later and that we should remove the fuse for that part of the house and leave it out until he was able to check. We did as instructed, which was fine as the fuse only seemed to effect the one room in the house. Thinking back, I don't know why that didn't throw up any "red flags" for any of us since that would mean two bedrooms, a bathroom and mom's sewing room were all running on a single circuit while the guest room had its own. This was also when we began to experience other electrical problems throughout the house. Most of the rooms in the house still had push-button light switches that dated to the 1920s. They were unreliable and sometimes had to be toggled on and off multiple times before contact would be made. In the front parlor, after running the overhead and wall sconce lights for a long period of time, they would begin to dim and flicker, sometimes creating a strange buzzing. After turning the lights off, bright flashes of light would pop at random in the room. Sometimes just one, sometimes a few in rapid succession. We were sure this had to do with the wiring but were unable to determine what could be causing it.

At last, the day of the electrician's visit had arrived. He started by taking a look at the fuse box which shocked him as the box appeared to be original to the first wiring of the house in the early 1920's. He was surprised to learn that this one antique fuse panel was still powering the entire house and tested it for voltage. The readings were negative... There was no electrical current passing through the points in the fuse panel! He then removed all four fuses and showed us that power was still on throughout the house.

At some point, the house's original 1920's wiring had been changed to accommodate newer technology and he was able to locate a more modern breaker box in the attic. It at last began to sink in to everyone that the power had been going out in my sister's room and we had been restoring it by messing with fuses in a fusebox that wasn't even active anymore. The electrician verified that the breakers were NOT self-resetting and that if one had been tripped, it would have required one of us to manually reset it. Of course, this was impossible as none of us even knew this modern box existed. That night, we finally told my sister about the footsteps in the hallway and on the stairs. They only happened randomly, and as it happened they hadn't occurred during her stay. That night however, as she prepared to sleep on the couch, the electricity failed in the living room. Frightened into a frenzy she raced up the stairs into my mothers room and stayed there for the night.

The next morning she packed her things and returned to the city, swearing that she would never come back. The electrician came to make repairs and replace wiring in the parlor which had been arcing to cause the light flashes after turning off the switch. He verified again that there was no way changing the fuses in the old panel would have any effect on the electricity in the house. Mom and I decided that it was the invisible occupants of the house having their fun, or chasing an unwelcome visitor away. We weren't sure why the house, or the entities in the house hadn't decided to play this trick on either of us but we were grateful just the same they hadn't. Over the next few months I tried to have guests over as well. Some of them would get very restless or start to feel sick, one of them even told me that the house "felt wrong." I tried to inquire as to what he meant by that but he just shook his head and said... "there's just something wrong." A girl I was dating at the time refused to even come up the steps when we would go out. She would stop on the sidewalk across the street and wait for me to come down. She would tell me it felt like the house was "watching" her with its large bay windows. The one time I was able to convince her to come in, she went to use the bathroom on the second floor when the lights suddenly blacked out. Needless to say she never let me convince her to come in again.