Real Ghost Stories Online

Some haunted house tales end when you move. This one didn’t. This true story is about a presence that wasn’t tied to a Victorian hallway or a basement door—it was tied to her. From Florenceville, New Brunswick, to Moses Lake, Washington, to Central Wisconsin, a human-shaped void followed across borders and years. If you’re looking for a real haunting that reads like midnight, this is it. She was six when it began—peering through the railings of a towering Victorian in Florenceville. A man’s voice called her name. She ran to the landing… and froze. Below, a figure looked up: a perfect silhouette of a man with no face, darker than darkness itself. She screamed. Life pretended to return to normal. But the ordinary had slipped. By fourteen in Central Wisconsin, the dread returned—panic attacks, midnight wake-ups, the sense of being observed. Then proof: beads on her closet handle rattled violently as her dog snapped awake. She looked up—and saw him, full-bodied, a shadow person that absorbed the room. And yet,