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This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE! Can the love we share with our pets truly transcend death? Paranormal researcher and author Nicole Strickland says yes — and her story will give you chills. Nicole has been fascinated with the supernatural since childhood, but some of her most profound experiences didn’t come from haunted houses or ghost hunts. They came from her beloved feline companions, Max and Kayli. After their passing, Nicole began to experience extraordinary moments of connection that convinced her their spirits had never really left. These weren’t fleeting dreams or wishful thinking — they were powerful, undeniable encounters that left her forever changed. Her experiences were so impactful that she wrote an entire book dedicated to them: “Max and Kayli: Two Remarkable Felines Forever Imprinted on My Heart.” In it, Nicole details the ways her cats reached out from beyond the Rainbow Bridge — proving that the afterlife isn’t just for humans, but for the animals who loved us unconditionally in li

Our final segment brings together two emotional and unforgettable ghost stories. First, a caller from Massachusetts describes house-sitting in a property once used as a veterinary crematory. Locals long whispered of “Evelyn,” the vet’s wife, who lingered in the halls. The caller and a friend both saw her: a pale woman in a white dress with a porcelain-like face standing silently in a doorway. Upstairs, footsteps echoed when no one was there. The second story shifts from eerie to profound. After his grandfather’s passing, the caller dreamed of attending the funeral service. But instead of an urn, his grandfather stood in full sailor’s uniform. Outside the chapel, rows of fallen soldiers appeared, saluting as they welcomed him to the other side. It was a breathtaking visitation dream — one that left the caller deeply comforted. Tony, Carol, and Todd discuss the weight of visitation dreams, compare them to more humorous ones (like grandpa showing up at Golden Corral), and reflect on how our loved ones might r

Some hauntings don’t just linger in a single home. They bleed into entire neighborhoods, marking every street, every shadow, and every child unlucky enough to live there. This is the true story of “Mommy Ego,” a spirit that terrorized one Austin neighborhood—and left scars that never faded. It began with whispers. A cousin named Mike claimed a woman followed him everywhere, a figure he called Mommy Ego. At first, it sounded like a child’s invention—until the house proved otherwise. One afternoon, as the TV asked cheerfully, “Would you like a refreshing glass of water?”, every faucet in the house burst to life at once. Water gushed, cupboards slammed, dishes rattled. Then came the snakes—dozens writhing at the bathroom window, as if trying to force their way in. But the nightmare escalated during a sleepover. Scratching started on the bedroom door. Then a woman’s distorted lullaby crept through the dark. Soon, cabinets banged, lights flickered, dishes shattered, and the entire house convulsed. The dog cowere

What happens when curiosity about a historic home turns into a fight for survival? In today’s chilling story, a listener from Tucson, Arizona, shares what happened after they toured a strange house from 1916 with staircases that led nowhere and doors that opened into nothing. They insisted on spending three nights inside before committing to buy—a decision that unleashed something terrifying. Soon after, a dark entity followed them home. Nightly attacks at 3 a.m. began. Friends staying over were slapped in the face. The roof shook violently, objects flew in the garage, and even the pets refused to enter certain parts of the house. One cat saw something so frightening it literally ran out of the home—never to return. The terror didn’t stop there. A friend was pinned to her bed by the spirit after offering advice. The man our storyteller was seeing woke to his arms being yanked into the air, suffering painful shocks. Worst of all, the entity seemed alive, following them even outside the house as streetlights

What starts as a post-graduation celebration in the Philippines quickly turns into a night no one will ever forget. After their boat driver refuses to take them back to the mainland, a group of friends rents rooms at a newly built inn for the night. But what should have been just a safe place to crash turns terrifying. A woman sees an elderly lady in the morning who claims she lives upstairs—only for the friends to realize later that the house has no upstairs at all. And during the night, one couple is attacked by an unseen force. The boyfriend is shoved off the bed by something invisible, and moments later, the entire bed flips over. The owner has a chilling explanation: her grandmother, known for her kindness but also her strict moral values, may still be watching over the house—even after death. A grandmother who welcomed guests during wartime may still be enforcing her strict rules, decades later, from beyond the grave. #RealGhostStories #HauntedInn #PhilippinesGhostStory #ParanormalEncounters #Haunted

Some hauntings don’t arrive with slamming doors or shattered windows. They creep in quietly, piece by piece, until the ordinary becomes unbearable. For her and her sisters, their small apartment became exactly that — a place where something unseen shared their space. It began with a feeling, a heaviness in the air, as if the apartment was already full when they moved in. Soon came the sightings — a soft blue glow drifting through bedrooms at night, giggles echoing in the hallway, and the unmistakable sound of footsteps when no one was awake. Most chilling of all was the child. Sometimes it appeared as a blur of movement, racing across the living room like her youngest sister. Other times, it was only a shadow at the edge of the bed. And once, it revealed itself fully — standing in the living room with no face at all. We explore her chilling memories of the faceless child, the mysterious blue glow, and the haunting that turned a family’s apartment into a place they couldn’t wait to escape. Was it the spirit

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE! Deep in rural Kansas, hidden within a near-ghost town, stands a building frozen in time — a haunted church built in 1904. With its towering spires reaching toward the heavens and a presence that dominates the empty prairie, it looks like something out of a Gothic novel. But behind its weathered brick walls lies more than just history. It holds stories… and spirits. For more than a century, this sacred space has witnessed life’s most defining moments: baptisms, weddings, and tearful funerals. The prayers, laughter, and grief of generations seem to cling to the air, embedding themselves into the very wood of the pews. Though the congregation has long since vanished, many believe the faithful few never truly left. Now, paranormal investigator Robert Garcia and his team have taken on the challenge of restoring this abandoned landmark. Their mission isn’t only about saving a piece of Kansas history — it’s about resurrecting a church where the dead still gather. While repai

This jam-packed segment delivers not one but two unforgettable ghost stories. First, caller “J-Lo” from California recounts eerie experiences involving her young son. On one trip to a historic cemetery, he suddenly pointed out “people waving” from the overgrown graveyard — though no one else was there. Years later, after J-Lo’s mother passed unexpectedly, her son calmly reported that grandma had come to visit him in his room, looking sad but unmistakably present. Then comes caller Steve with one of the strangest accounts we’ve ever heard: an astral projection experience. After smoking cannabis before bed, he dreamed of leaving his body, walking to the kitchen, pouring a glass of water, and placing it on his nightstand. The next morning — the same glass was there, half full. Was it sleepwalking, dream, or true astral travel? Tony, Carol, and Todd pick these stories apart with humor and depth, riffing on everything from grief signs to Folgers commercials to Little House on the Prairie references. It’s a ride

Some hauntings play by the rules. They stay in one house, linger in one shadow, fade with time. But some do not. This chilling true story tells of a haunting that followed one woman from apartment to house to workplace—growing darker, stranger, and more urgent with every passing month. It began in a small apartment. The basement felt angry, heavy. Upstairs, something more playful stirred—hiding objects, moving toilet paper, even mimicking her boyfriend’s voice so perfectly she thought he had climbed into bed when he hadn’t. Another time, it mimicked a friend’s “Dungeon Master” voice after hours of Dungeons & Dragons. The mimicry was unsettling, but it was only the beginning. A phantom kitten—gray, spotted, and impossible to mistake—curled at her side. She named it Julia. Julia returned often, slipping from closets, hopping onto beds, vanishing before her hand could touch. But as comforting as Julia seemed, the activity carried a warning. Friends heard phantom voices on the phone when she was home alone

When she moved into a simple one-story rental, she expected an ordinary life in the city. Instead, she found herself living in a revolving door of tenants, unexplained phenomena, and spirits that refused to be ignored. It began with strange sounds: a little girl crying in the night, cigar smoke drifting into empty rooms, and a heat like flames licking across her skin. Then came the encounters she couldn’t explain away—her father’s voice calling from the hall even though he lived in another state, objects vanishing and reappearing, and the pale, floating face of a young man staring at her from the darkness. Every attempt to record evidence failed. Her phone would die, photos vanished, videos distorted. But the house had more to reveal. A cousin who moved in awoke with scratches and burns, while she heard a whisper in the shower: “Don’t trust him.” Eventually, a temple visit confirmed everything she had seen—spirits of a hanged man, a crying woman in white, a little girl, a little boy, a shadow figure. Some

Some hauntings never really end—they wait. For one listener, that haunting takes the form of a small boy dressed in 1920s-style clothes. He first appeared during her pregnancy in 2016, making himself known through creaking footsteps, moving chairs, and rattling dishes. By her second pregnancy, he became bolder—appearing in full view, turning lights on, and even playing with her young child. Others saw him too. A godmother leaving the property glimpsed him near the edge of the yard: blonde hair, white shirt, brown overalls—exactly how the mother had seen him inside the home. But it wasn’t just footsteps or shadows. Sometimes she’d wake to the feeling of a small hand on her leg, only to find no one there. The boy seemed tied not just to the home—but to her pregnancies themselves. Now expecting her third child, the activity has returned once more. Her oldest daughter witnessed the most terrifying moment yet: a laundry bag floating on its own, hovering in the doorway, before a little boy appeared near the Chr

Some haunted houses scream their presence. Others linger in silence — manipulating, erasing, and reminding you they’re always watching. That’s the unsettling reality of one family’s home, a seemingly ordinary brick house from the 70s that became the setting for decades of paranormal encounters. From phantom footsteps on the basement stairs to eerie music drifting through the vents, every corner of the home carried an energy that couldn’t be ignored. But the most disturbing detail wasn’t just the activity — it was the way evidence never stayed. Strange photos taken inside the house revealed faces, figures, even ghostly hands reaching out of doorways… only to vanish from phones and albums by morning, as if the spirits themselves refused to be documented. Even the streetlight outside the driveway seemed tied to the haunting, shutting off every time the family stepped outside or returned home — plunging them into darkness like clockwork. Was it the spirit of a lost family member? Something tied to the property

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE! Deep in rural Kansas, hidden within a near-ghost town, stands a building frozen in time — a haunted church built in 1904. With its towering spires reaching toward the heavens and a presence that dominates the empty prairie, it looks like something out of a Gothic novel. But behind its weathered brick walls lies more than just history. It holds stories… and spirits. For more than a century, this sacred space has witnessed life’s most defining moments: baptisms, weddings, and tearful funerals. The prayers, laughter, and grief of generations seem to cling to the air, embedding themselves into the very wood of the pews. Though the congregation has long since vanished, many believe the faithful few never truly left. Now, paranormal investigator Robert Garcia and his team have taken on the challenge of restoring this abandoned landmark. Their mission isn’t only about saving a piece of Kansas history — it’s about resurrecting a church where the dead still gather. While repai

Ghosts don’t always appear in rags and shadows. Sometimes they arrive in elegance. In this chilling call, two young sisters in Lansdale, Pennsylvania, recall the day they saw a striking woman in a short red cocktail dress and high heels walking past their swing set — only to vanish before their eyes. The image was unforgettable: long blonde hair, head hung low in sadness, stepping straight into a backyard overgrown with poison ivy. Both sisters saw her. Both ran screaming to tell their mom. And the story of the Lady in the Red Dress became a family legend. Tony, Carol, and Todd unravel the account, speculating on energy sources like the swing set, the land’s possible history, and why Pennsylvania seems to hold so many restless spirits. Of course, it wouldn’t be Real Ghost Stories Online without absurd tangents — from haunted mining towns to Burger King chicken fries. Was the Lady in Red a lost soul looking for peace? Or a residual haunting caught in a loop? Comment below: what do you think she wanted? #L

Some hauntings stay behind when you move. Others follow. This is the terrifying true story of a haunting that began in Alameda, California—and followed one family across cities, across years, and across lives. What started with whispers ended with a full-blown war against something darker than a ghost. It began on the very first night in their Alameda apartment. As children lay in bed, they heard music drifting from the closet and rollerblade sounds circling overhead. Then came the ants—cascading from walls, the bathtub, and even the closet itself. On May 1st, when their father was away and their mother worked late, the children were left alone. That night, red eyes burned in the dark. A voice screamed. They dove under covers, terrified. The haunting didn’t stay in Alameda. In Concord, crying came from the attic. In Oakley, footsteps pounded beneath the crawlspace, glasses slid across counters, and boots stomped on carpet where no wood floors existed. By Brentwood, the activity turned violent—beds shaking,

Some paranormal encounters are quiet. Subtle. Easy to doubt. This one was not. One listener, a seasoned professional used to handling every type of personality imaginable, found themselves frozen with fear during what should have been an ordinary hiring event. Dozens of job applicants filled the waiting room, but one young man stood out immediately. Pale, stiff, strangely formal for his age—he sat alone, hands folded neatly on the table, never glancing at his phone. Then, as if sensing her gaze, he looked up. And that’s when she saw them.  Not pupils. Not irises. Just eyes that were completely, impossibly black. In that instant, she felt sick—panic crashing through her as one chilling thought flashed in her mind: That boy has no soul. The feeling was so overwhelming, she couldn’t bring herself to approach him. When she asked coworkers if they’d processed his paperwork, no one had. When she turned back to the table, he was gone. No application. No exit. Nothing. But this wasn’t the only story shared that d

This isn’t a movie script. This is a true story from a former college student who found himself at the center of a chilling haunting in a small off-campus rental. At first, it seemed harmless — a few restless nights, some nervous laughs, and a strange habit of waking at exactly 2:47. But then came the humming. It started softly, drifting through the living room, almost like a woman’s voice carried on the air. But night after night it grew closer. Louder. Until it seemed to be standing right outside his bedroom door. The humming wasn’t joyful or familiar — it was flat, steady, unsettling. It sounded less like music and more like something filling the silence. Soon, his roommates began hearing it too. One even swore she heard the locked front door creak open in the middle of the night. Another claimed she felt someone sit on her bed — only to find the indentation vanish as if no one had ever been there. The haunting escalated. Every light in the house flicking on by itself. TVs roaring with static. A tall sh

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE! Some places carry the weight of history. Others carry the weight of the dead. The Old Charleston Jail manages to do both. Standing for nearly two centuries, this foreboding structure in Charleston, South Carolina, was built atop a burial ground and went on to become one of the most feared prisons in America. Within its heavy stone walls, both the guilty and the innocent were imprisoned during some of the darkest chapters of American history. Torture, despair, and death seeped into every brick — and it seems the energy of those years never left. Long after the last cell door slammed shut, the spirits remain. Visitors and investigators report the unmistakable clanging of chains echoing in the dead of night, disembodied whispers drifting through musty corridors, and shadowy figures lurking just out of sight. For those who dare step inside, the sensation of being watched — or even followed — is nearly impossible to ignore. But why does the Old Charleston Jail remain so a

Numbers have meaning. For one caller, the number 26 has followed her for her entire life — birthdays, addresses, arrests, even dorm rooms. It became a pattern too strange to ignore. But it wasn’t until her best friend Dominic tragically died in a house fire that the number took on a life of its own. During Dominic’s memorial trip to the casino, she walked to the roulette table and watched as the ball landed on 26. Not once. Not twice. But three times in a row. The odds of that happening are astronomical. Was Dominic sending her a sign? Or was it simply coincidence amplified by grief? Tony, Carol, and Todd dive deep into this emotionally charged story, weighing angel numbers, synchronicity, and the psychology of noticing patterns. They bring their usual mix of respect, curiosity, and humor — debating what kind of “signs” we actually want from loved ones on the other side. Would you rather have a dream visitation, or three jaw-dropping roulette spins in a row? This segment is equal parts eerie and emotional

Some hauntings don’t stay locked to a single house, a single town, or even a single country. Some attach themselves to a person—and follow them like a shadow stitched to their very life. This is the terrifying true story of “Shadow,” a faceless entity that appeared when a girl was only six years old and never stopped watching her. It began in Florenceville, New Brunswick. A small, quiet Canadian village. One day, while playing upstairs, she heard her name called. Thinking it was her father, she ran to the railing and looked down. Standing in the entryway was not her father. It wasn’t even a man. It was a faceless figure—pure blackness shaped like a human, staring back at her. She screamed, ran, and hid. But the memory never faded. And strangely, he didn’t always bring fear. Sometimes, when he showed himself fully, she felt calm. Safe. But when her boyfriend stayed over, that calm curdled into jealousy. The shadow became angry, territorial—even attacking her boyfriend in the form of a void-like cat that leap