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What happens when the jealous rage of a living person is so strong, it crosses the boundary between the physical and the spiritual? That’s the terrifying question behind this chilling story of paranormal intrusion, astral projection, and pure rage. One night, a sensitive sleeper woke to the overwhelming sensation that a woman was standing at the foot of the bed. Normally, these experiences could be brushed aside, but this one was different. This time, the air itself seemed to vibrate with fury. They didn’t dare open their eyes, certain that if they did, they would see a woman’s face twisted in anger, staring back. Days later, the nightmare became reality. The ex-fiancé revealed that his former girlfriend’s mother had suddenly called, asking him to come pick her up from a bus station. He refused, explaining that he had moved. But when asked about the woman’s appearance, he confirmed the detail that made blood run cold—his ex had brown hair, just like the figure in the dream. The chilling part? According to

Some houses feel wrong the moment you step inside. He learned that lesson the hard way in his mid-twenties, when he rented an old farmhouse. At first, it seemed harmless—cheap rent, plenty of space, just him and his dog. But the peace didn’t last. It started small. Chairs pulled away from the kitchen table overnight. Footsteps paced the unused upstairs bedroom. Low, tuneless humming drifted down the stairs. Then came the crying—a man’s muffled sobs echoing through the house, night after night. His dog would growl, bark, and finally retreat in terror. Things escalated quickly. A shadow appeared in the upstairs window while he and a friend watched from the yard—clear as day, a man’s figure behind the glass. But when they rushed inside, the room was empty. Soon, he heard words in the crying: “Please… don’t…” followed by heart-wrenching sobs. He fled the farmhouse, breaking his lease and leaving his belongings behind. Later, he learned the truth: in the 1970s, a young man had lived there with his abusive fathe

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE! Anthony Almaraz didn’t have to learn to believe in ghosts. He lived with them. From his earliest years, his childhood home was a battleground of the unexplained—objects hurling themselves across rooms, shadow figures lurking in doorways, and doppelgängers mimicking his every move. It wasn’t just spooky… it was violent. These weren’t your average ghost stories. These were relentless encounters with something unseen. Something intelligent. And something angry. By adulthood, Anthony wasn’t running from the fear anymore—he was chasing answers. What haunted his past? Why did it target his family? And what did it want? We discuss Anthony’s deeply personal quest to uncover the truth behind his haunted childhood—and what still lingers in the shadows today. This is Part Two of our conversation. #HauntedChildhood #TheGraveTalks #DoppelgangerEncounters #TrueGhostStories #PoltergeistActivity #RealHauntings #GrowingUpHaunted #ParanormalPodcast #GhostEncounters #ViolentHauntings

On tonight’s episode of Real Ghost Stories Online Live, the darkness begins with a chilling call from Katrina in Asheville, North Carolina. Her family’s home on Marilyn Avenue carried more than memories—it carried terror. Katrina’s Aunt Patsy knew something was wrong from the start. The dog growled into empty corners. Katrina’s sister refused to sleep there. But the house revealed its true power one night on the upstairs balcony. While feeding her cat, Patsy watched in horror as the sliding patio door slammed shut—and the deadbolt locked. From outside. Trapped 13 feet up, she had no way down. After twenty minutes, bleeding and desperate, she smashed a small bathroom window and crawled through the jagged glass to escape. To this day, there’s no explanation for how that lock was thrown. The haunting tied itself to a family already touched by sorrow. Katrina’s grandmother bore ten children—four lost in horrific ways: a drowning, a fatal car crash, a brutal bar killing, and a sudden heart attack. The tragedies

Inglewood, California, 1956. What began as a new start for the Long family quickly turned into one of the most chilling hauntings ever whispered about in American suburbia. This is the true story of a four-year ordeal filled with poltergeist activity, ghostly footsteps, moving objects, and a face pressed against the window that would keep the children awake in terror. For Don Long and his siblings, the nightmare began with scratching sounds under their army surplus bunk beds. The noise would move across the room, from wall to wall, as if invisible claws were raking the wood. Soon, the scratching was joined by footsteps — frail, dragging, swish-swish footsteps that shuffled down the hall after midnight. Doors opened on their own. Objects flew across rooms. And then came the infamous night when a basketball dropped from a closet and began dribbling by itself. But the haunting reached its peak in 1958 when Don and his brother saw her: the apparition of an old woman in a white lace wedding dress, staring at the

Some spirits linger not to frighten, but to comfort. This chilling yet deeply moving ghost story proves that sometimes, the ones who return from the other side are the ones we loved most. For one woman, the story begins with her grandfather, “Pop-Up Ted,” a stubborn yet lovable WWII veteran who spent his later years trying to repair the mistakes of his past. His house, however, carried a heavy darkness. The family spoke of lights flickering, footsteps in empty rooms, and a woman’s apparition roaming the halls. Even Ted himself refused to sleep in a bedroom, choosing instead to rest on the kitchen floor near the back door—joking he could make a quick escape if “something came for him.” When Ted passed away in his home, the family mourned deeply, but none of them ever wanted to return to that haunted house. Years later, his granddaughter received the folded American flag from his funeral, framed with his name and dates of service. It was a gift of honor and remembrance. She hung it proudly above her fireplace

Not all hauntings are the same. Some whisper, some torment, and some leave scars that never fade. In one family’s story from Baghdad in the late 1950s, the haunting was relentless—until the horrifying truth was uncovered. It began with a boy hearing a toy train moving on its own. When he looked up, he saw a little girl in old-fashioned clothes inviting him to play. She spoke in Arabic, her name was Aline, and she appeared and vanished as if she’d never existed. Soon after, the family began experiencing terrifying activity: blankets ripped away, dishes flying from shelves, and unseen hands striking them. The haunting grew darker. His brother Sam became a sleepwalker, lured by a voice telling him to climb the stairs and jump to his death. His mother was shoved down the stairs, breaking her elbow. Prayers were the only thing that seemed to calm the house, if only briefly. This isn’t just a ghost story. It’s a chilling reminder that some hauntings don’t come from restless spirits alone—but from the dead buried

Some back roads carry more than shadows. For one teenager in western Pennsylvania, a late-night drive turned into a chilling encounter with something that wasn’t human—and it was something that smiled. It started like any other night. He and his friend were driving down a wooded shortcut, the kind of road that always felt unsettling at night, when the cars ahead suddenly slammed their brakes. At first, he thought it was a deer. But what stood above the bend in the road was no animal. It was tall. Thin. Its long, black hair hung down to its waist. Its clothes were strange—like a dark suit that didn’t fit right. No shoes. And its face… staring straight at him. Then came the grin. A wide, razor-sharp smile full of teeth that no human should ever have. Everyone saw it. Brake lights flickered as drivers hesitated between stopping and running. Finally, panic won, and they all floored it. But the nightmare didn’t end there. At the railroad tracks, just when he thought they’d escaped, the car jolted violently. Th

Some back roads carry more than shadows. For one teenager in western Pennsylvania, a late-night drive turned into a chilling encounter with something that wasn’t human—and it was something that smiled. It started like any other night. He and his friend were driving down a wooded shortcut, the kind of road that always felt unsettling at night, when the cars ahead suddenly slammed their brakes. At first, he thought it was a deer. But what stood above the bend in the road was no animal. It was tall. Thin. Its long, black hair hung down to its waist. Its clothes were strange—like a dark suit that didn’t fit right. No shoes. And its face… staring straight at him. Then came the grin. A wide, razor-sharp smile full of teeth that no human should ever have. Everyone saw it. Brake lights flickered as drivers hesitated between stopping and running. Finally, panic won, and they all floored it. But the nightmare didn’t end there. At the railroad tracks, just when he thought they’d escaped, the car jolted violently. Th

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE! Anthony Almaraz didn’t have to learn to believe in ghosts. He lived with them. From his earliest years, his childhood home was a battleground of the unexplained—objects hurling themselves across rooms, shadow figures lurking in doorways, and doppelgängers mimicking his every move. It wasn’t just spooky… it was violent. These weren’t your average ghost stories. These were relentless encounters with something unseen. Something intelligent. And something angry. By adulthood, Anthony wasn’t running from the fear anymore—he was chasing answers. What haunted his past? Why did it target his family? And what did it want? We discuss Anthony’s deeply personal quest to uncover the truth behind his haunted childhood—and what still lingers in the shadows today. #HauntedChildhood #TheGraveTalks #DoppelgangerEncounters #TrueGhostStories #PoltergeistActivity #RealHauntings #GrowingUpHaunted #ParanormalPodcast #GhostEncounters #ViolentHauntings #Hauntings #Paranormal #Ghosts Love

On this edition of Real Ghost Stories Online Live, the darkness begins in a cemetery. Allie from Philadelphia shares one of the earliest ghost stories she ever heard—passed down from her skeptical father. As a teen, her father and friends gathered in a family cemetery one night. When one boy tried to vandalize a tombstone, everything stopped. A voice cut through the silence: “Hey, you kids!” Blocking the only exit was a towering figure in a top hat. No face. No features. Just a shadow, impossibly tall and pointing straight at them. The boys scattered in panic, but the image seared itself into her father’s memory. Days later, in the local library, he found a sepia family portrait. The patriarch of the cemetery’s owners stared back from the photo—tall, hat perched high—the same man they had seen days before. This chilling tale leads into the enduring mystery of the “Top Hat Man,” a figure reported worldwide—looming shadows in hats, watching silently before vanishing. Are they spirits dressed in their finest,

Some hauntings stay in one place. Others stay with you. This is the true story of a woman who has been stalked for decades by a male presence that began as a shadow in childhood — and has only grown darker, bolder, and more terrifying with time. Since she was seven or eight years old, she has felt him. At first, he appeared in shadows, in small disturbances. Then, after moving back into the neighborhood where it all began, the entity returned with a vengeance. Her boyfriend saw him first — a tall figure dressed in black, lurking in the backyard exactly as she had predicted. Soon after, the haunting escalated: sudden storms of wind isolated only to her yard, blinding lights flashing from nowhere, and the horrifying sound of ten windows banging at once. The haunting grew more complex. Her boyfriend saw a blonde female ghost, later revealed to be “Sara,” a protective spirit who had been with her family for years. But Sara’s presence only enraged the male entity. They demanded he leave, and for a moment, he did

This true story comes from Grass Valley, California—a gold-mining town in the Sierra Nevada foothills—where bedtime meant being watched through a sliding glass door. The witness was barely two when a grown figure with black, sunken eyes and too many teeth stared in, smiling. Seconds before her scream, Smoky the cat shot up, hissing and arched, fixated on that same door. Mom never saw the intruder, but she never forgot the terror—or the animal’s reaction. They moved out a few months later. Years later in Alta Sierra, inside her grandparents’ brand-new home, a voice whispered from behind a closed closet—calling a name that wasn’t hers: “Maylene… come here.” It sounded exactly like her uncle, who lived hundreds of miles away. She shouted, “I’m not Maylene!” and fled. Grandpa found no one. From then on, she and her sister never slept alone—Muffin the Siamese stood nightly guard. Was the first encounter a shadow person? A demonic mimic that steals the voices of the living? Can a new build really keep out a real

When a child dies, some say their spirit lingers—not to haunt, but to remind us that love never truly fades. This gripping, emotional true story—told on Real Ghost Stories Online—follows a man devastated by the loss of his infant son. After countless attempts to have a child, the couple finally welcomed a baby boy. But joy quickly turned to heartbreak. The child passed away from complications just a month after birth… and what followed was a spiral of unbearable grief. The father, broken and drunk, was found sobbing at his child’s grave, clutching a handgun. The police standoff could’ve ended in tragedy. But somehow, it didn’t. What happened next, however, was just as unexplainable. On a visit to the cemetery, the car radio turned on by itself—blaring “Hurt” by Nine Inch Nails. Out of a 5-disc CD changer with dozens of tracks, that one song began playing. Later that night, the same exact song played again—on a mainstream pop radio station known for Goo Goo Dolls and Hootie & the Blowfish, not industri

Some houses creak. Others whisper. And some… breathe. In 2013, a family of five and their two little dogs moved into a small rental home in North Charleston, South Carolina. At first, it seemed like nothing more than an aging house—small rooms, narrow halls, and the laundry room out the back. But almost immediately, the family realized this was no ordinary home. Footsteps in empty rooms. Whispers in the night. Their dogs, barked at unseen corners, then ran to curl up with the children as if guarding them. Three encounters would forever mark this house as haunted. The first came from a neighbor. She claimed she saw a boy sitting at her dining room table. The second encounter was more personal. And the final event ended their time there. That was it. They packed up and left, never looking back. This wasn’t just a haunted house. This was a presence that wanted them gone. #RealGhostStoriesOnline #HauntedHouse #ParanormalActivity #CharlestonHaunting #TrueGhostStory #GhostlyEncounter #WomanInWhite #ParanormalE

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE! Lance Anderson didn’t have a normal childhood. He grew up in a house where the dead never truly left. Night after night, he and his siblings witnessed the impossible—phantom footsteps, shadowy figures, and voices from nowhere. But their parents refused to believe. It was just imagination. Just nerves. Just nothing. But it wasn’t nothing. It never was. Those early encounters planted a lifelong obsession in Lance. An obsession that led him into the world of paranormal investigation—and eventually into a career that placed him face-to-face with death itself. The morgue. A place where silence reigns, and the dead are meant to rest. But not all of them do. Some of the bodies that pass through the cold steel drawers still have stories to tell… and not all are willing to stay quiet. We explore the haunted life of Lance Anderson—from childhood hauntings to ghostly morgue encounters, and the spirits who refuse to let go. This is Part Two of our conversation. #HauntedLife #La

It begins with laughter—bizarre dreams, even surreal ones of hanging out with the Kardashians. But the tone shifts when Candace calls with her own haunting. A bottle of wine mysteriously appears inside her washing machine. Garage lights flicker wildly, then shut off for good when she commands, “Grandma, knock it off.” Footsteps thunder across the floor when no one is awake. Candace believes it’s her grandmother—playful, protective, never cruel. Yet as the hosts note, sometimes we give unknown forces a familiar name because it feels safer than facing what they truly might be. Then comes a darker tale—one of obsession, possession, and fear. A childhood séance in the woods unleashes something a boy named Lee calls Xny. At first, it seems like a game: rolling eyes, strange symbols, eerie voices on the phone. But terror follows. Blue figures flicker in the shadows. Objects hurl from walls. Lee knows things no one told him. And then—Heather, the girl he pined for, collapses, gasping for breath as invisible hands s

Some ghost stories begin in childhood — and never truly end. This is the true story of a haunting that started with a lullaby in the dark and spiraled into years of footsteps, cold spots, and terrifying poltergeist activity. It began when she was just four years old, lying in bed unable to sleep. That’s when a woman’s voice began to sing a lullaby. The room was empty, the only TV in the house was silent, and yet the voice was there. Later, she felt the unmistakable presence of someone sitting by her bed — even a touch against her arm through the blanket. Her house grew stranger as she grew older. At night, the hallway always seemed to have eyes. Footsteps echoed when no one walked. The porch door screeched open and shut even when she stood right in front of it. But the true escalation came in grade eight, when she and her best friend Annie began to notice cold spots at school — icy breezes brushing only their necks or shoulders. Annie later woke to a tall, glowing white figure at the end of her bed. Around

They live above the dead. And the dead still walk below. In this unforgettable episode of Real Ghost Stories Online, host Carol Hughes takes us deep into a paranormal hotspot unlike any other—a former funeral home built in the 1880s. Now converted into apartments and businesses, this building has a long, buried history that still echoes through its walls… and tunnels. Yes—tunnels. Because underneath this Midwestern town runs an underground network once used by the Underground Railroad, Al Capone, and God knows what else. The basement remains untouched, cobblestone-lined, with an original casket elevator and the scent of hay still embedded in its walls from its days housing horses for funeral processions. Carol’s nephew Giovanni lives in the upstairs apartment. His roommate? A shadowy female presence he’s named Chelsea. From the moment he moved in, strange things began: doors stuck shut, ceiling fan chains swinging violently with no wind, and a full-bodied apparition of a woman with a large bun walking acro

A chilling recurring dream. A shadow darker than darkness. And a terrifying realization: He wasn’t the only one who saw it. For nearly 20 years, one man has had the same dream—a memory that takes him back to his grandmother’s house, where fear clung to the staircase like a living thing. As a child, the stairs were more than just a way to the second floor. They were a threshold. A place where something waited. In the dream, it starts the same every time: the fear. The sprint to the top. And then—the shadow figure. Sometimes it’s hunched at the top of the stairs. Sometimes it looms from the ceiling, darker than any corner. Sometimes it follows him—always silent, always watching. For years, he believed it was just a nightmare. But on a recent visit with his family, everything changed. As he casually mentioned the dream to his mother, both of his younger sisters froze. They’d had the same dream. In the same house. In the same spot. This terrifying true story begs the question—can nightmares be shared? Was it