Real Ghost Stories Online

Every house keeps secrets, but some refuse to stay quiet. This is Amy’s chilling story—a tale of love, family, and the forces that claimed her home before she could. At just seventeen, pregnant and hopeful, Amy moved with her partner Kev into a modest house in Seaham. From the first day, the walls betrayed them. A deafening crash shook the upstairs. That night, footsteps thundered through the halls, furniture dragged, and the nursery drawers toppled into the hallway beneath a gaping attic hatch. From then on, the haunting never let up. Teacups vanished and returned in bizarre formations. Shadows clung to the stairs. Voices whispered. Cold mists lingered where no steam should have been. The most terrifying moment came when Amy awoke to see an old woman leaning over her newborn’s crib. Days later, she recognized the face—Kev’s great-grandmother, dead for decades. Recordings captured phantom arguments upstairs, ending with the chilling declaration: “This is my effing house.” Dreams turned violent. Kev’s young