Real Ghost Stories

Blaaah's Story

Dedicated to: blaaah

Well the goal that I decided to try out was rubbish because it took ages to get it! I was going to update twice but then I remembered the goal and waited to see if you could get it! (Only just)

So apologies to everybody that hates me right now because of me not updating and instead of doing a goal why don't we go back to the fruit thing because I like the fruit thing. Also I was just camping, I would have updated faster but I had no internet so next time I will warn you when I go camping.

I hope everybody had an amazing valentines day!

If you read all of this comment 'grapes'.

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About five days ago I fell out of my attic and got a concussion. About three days ago my boyfriend was over and it was getting late and he wanted to spend the night with us so my dad drove him to his house to get his stuff. To pass the time I decided to go for a walk around my neighbourhood. I decided to bring my dog Leo with me just in case there was some rapist out there who decided he liked what he saw.

When we got on the road I realized that Leo was acting weird. He was walking behind me with his head down, whining and whimpering. This kind of scared me because he is the bravest dog I've ever seen. Then I got a headache, which even though that was normal at this time, scared me. I felt like I was being watched, or followed my someone, or something.

When I was about halfway back home, Leo sat down, as if commanded to, in the middle of the road by the woods. The only person who he ever listens to is me, and I sure as hell didn't tell him to sit. When I tried to get him to stand up, he just whimpered and layed down. Then my head started pounding ten times worse than before. I heard a growl. That growl will forever haunt my dreams, it was the loudest, deepest growl I've ever heard.

I slowly turned around and sure enough, there was a big dog standing there growling at me. But this sure as hell wasn't like any other dog I've ever seen. It had pitch black fur, electric green eyes that stared me down, huge white fangs, and sort of looked like a mixture of a lion, a bear, and a wolf. The scariest features were one, on all fours it's face was level to mine (I'm 5'4), and two it looked like as if smoke was coming off of it's body.

We just stood there for what seemed like hours, it growling at me and I was crying as quietly as possible. I was scared to move. Then all of the sudden, it walked up close to me, sniffed at my neck, and ran off into the woods. Let me just say I've never ran as fast as I ran home before in my life. Whatever that thing was, it wasn't a normal animal.

When I got home my boyfriend was there waiting for me. I collapsed in his arms and started crying hysterically. That's all I remember before I woke up the next morning, with him siting beside my bed looking at me. When I remembered what had happened, I started to cry again and told him. He looked at me with fear and said that his grandma used to tell him and his brother about the same exact thing. His grandmother is 93 and lives three houses down from me. He told me that the same thing happened to her when she was a teenager.

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This is another story not by the same author called Grandma's Mystery Music, it is a continuation of the last two stories Restless on the stairs and Less Than Welcomed Guests. Read them before you read this, they were on the last two chapters.

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This story begins approximately six months after my sister fled the house in fear. My grandmother, had been living in a retirement community here in California since the death of my father decided it was time to move back east to be with the bulk of that side of the family. Before leaving, she wanted to spend time with my mother and I and made arrangements to stay at our house for a month before continuing on. Mom and I were both a little concerned that she would encounter problems with the house on arrival. The guest room where my sister had stayed hadn't given us any trouble in the last six months but then, we were the only ones using it for anything. Although my grandmother was 85 at the time, she was rather spry and said she wouldn't have any trouble going up the stairs to reach her room. At this point, the exterior work on the house had been long completed and interior work was really kicking into full gear.

My grandmother loved the house at first sight, it reminded her of homes she herself had lived in throughout her long life. She particularly liked the idea of helping Mom decorate the front parlor and dining room with period furniture. The first night we talked of many things including her life up north, and discussing how the house would be decorated. At about midnight we went upstairs to bed and I was relieved to find the power still on in my grandmother's room. The room was directly across the hall from mine, so I planned to check up on her from time to time during her stay and make sure that she still had working lights. The night went smoothly, as did the following day and the day after that. It truly seemed like the house had accepted her, as it had accepted my mother and I, and we settled back into our regular routine. We didn't know then that the house would interact with Grandma in ways it never did with us...

One morning, as I was eating breakfast and rushing to get ready for school, Grandma came down and said good morning. She inquired as to if I was OK and wanted to know how I could see well enough at night in the dark hallway to be walking around. This confused me and I inquired as to what she was talking about. She said, "last night and the night before, I heard you walking down the hall to your room. I was worried you might fall since I didn't see any light under the door." Of course, I knew right away what Grandma was talking about. Both nights there had probably been the same footsteps that from time to time walked up the stairs and down the hall but I had slept right through them. Actually, both Mom and I always slept through them at this point. They happened so randomly and were so benign that they had been become part of our normal sleep routine. I didn't want to be the one to tell Grandma about this phenomenon, so I said something like "oh, it's fine don't worry" and decided to tell Mom about it later so she could be the one to discuss it with Grandma.

Mom didn't tell her... I'm not sure if she didn't want to worry Grandma, or if she felt that since Grandma was leaving soon it wasn't worth going into detail. One morning, perhaps two weeks later I came home from school to find my grandmother sitting in the front parlor. She and Mom had cleaned furniture left behind by previous owners of the house, and found other furniture at local antique stores, so the parlor was looking rather period-correct at this point. Grandma loved to sit and read in this room as it had a "warm and timeless atmosphere," as she put it. After I greeted her, she asked me to check the house for a "radio" being left on. She was feeling tired and hadn't wanted to go searching the house for the source of "music" that she had been hearing on and off throughout the day. There were only two "radios" in the house that I knew of. In the living room, I verified the stereo system was shut off and in my room was a small CD player which also was turned off.

When I returned and informed her of my findings she seemed rather confused and informed me that she had been hearing music all day. At first, she said she could hear "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" but it sounded distorted and "tinny" as if being played over an AM radio station. She also stated that she could hear a man singing, only to be replaced by another man singing. She informed me that the second man wasn't as good a singer as the first and was glad when it was over. My grandmother had no history of hallucinations, neither had anyone else in my family. The fact that she could hear the soft sounds of footsteps in the hallway proved that she still had decent hearing so I was rather confused by the whole thing.

When Mom got home, we went over the events of the day again. Grandma explained again about the music that had been playing and that it sounded as if it were coming over an AM radio. Mom decided the most logical explanation was that someone was driving down the street in front of the house with the radio blasting and Grandma had heard it through the thin antique windows. Grandma and I weren't so sure... Unless a car was repeatedly circling around the block for hours with music blasting, how could that account for what Grandma had heard? The neighbors along this street had always been quiet, and in the months we had been living there, neither one of us had been bothered by music.

The next day, Grandma heard it again. The same song "take me out to the ballgame" followed by two singers, one good and one terrible. This time she said she had left the parlor to try and locate the source but found the volume level the same in every room she went in. I sat and listened in the parlor for two hours hoping I would hear something that might corroborate her story but didn't hear a thing. Although I believed her story, I found it strange that the house allowed us all to hear the haunting footsteps at night, but only Grandma was able to hear this "music" each day. On the third day, things really began to get bizarre...

The third day after Grandma started to hear the sound of music from within the house, I rushed home after school to arrive as early as I could. I found Grandma in the kitchen, not the parlor where she normally sat. She said that she had been in the parlor earlier, but that when the music started, it began to upset her. She said that as she sat, the music became progressively louder, until it began to hurt her ears and so she fled the parlor to the relative quiet of the kitchen. She then looked up at me, and with all seriousness in her eyes asked me about "my friend." I asked her which friend she was referring to. She replied, "the friend who left for school with you this morning." "When you left for school this morning there was a boy with you smiling, I didn't recognize him but I assumed he was your friend he looked so happy." This was one of those bizarre statements that confused and shocked me a little. Had there been someone with me while I prepared for school this morning that I couldn't see? As I thought about it, the shock subsided and I was left only with curiosity so I began to ask her what he looked like, what he was wearing etc. She couldn't tell me much, as she had only seen him once as we passed. She remembered he was wearing blue, he had red hair and that he had a big happy smile on his face.

That night, when Mom got home we discussed the entire situation. We both finally came clean with Grandma about the sound of walking on the stairs and down the halls. We also talked about the sound of water coming from the walls in the parlor that only Mom could hear. When we got to the part of the story about the boy following me to school, Mom agreed that the music Grandma had been hearing was somehow connected. We now had five distinct "haunting" activities in the house. Footsteps, water sounds and bangs from empty pipes, electrical failures, phantom music, and the appearance of a boy that only Grandma could see. Mom and I both decided to research the house and find out as much as we could about its past.

We began looking through county/city archives and obituaries trying to learn about the origins of the house and who had lived (and died) there. Grandma left very soon after this for her trip back east. She didn't see the boy again during her time there but she continued to hear old AM radio music. "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" in particular seemed to play the most frequently... She's now settled with her sister in a Boston retirement community. Since moving there she hasn't heard any unexplained music, nor seen any people that no one else could. She's convinced that I made a "friend" there in the house even if I don't know who he is, or even "when" he's from.