Real Ghost Stories Online

Some hauntings start with whispers. Hers began at fifteen. Ordinary night, school the next morning, posters on her bedroom wall suddenly fluttering like unseen hands were brushing against them. No windows open. No breeze. Just the sense that something had entered her room. Too terrified to stay, she fled to the family room where her brothers were sleeping. That’s when one of them saw it too — a figure in the hallway outside her door. The night ended without sleep, and by morning, the horror deepened: her pet hamster was found headless in its cage. No blood. No skull. No explanation. It should have ended with one house. It didn’t. Years later, in a new home, the 3AM wake-ups began. Each time, a Shadow Person stood in the corner of her bedroom, creeping closer with every night. In her apartment at 21, one appeared at the foot of her bed. Thinking it was her husband, she spoke — until she turned and saw him asleep beside her. The figure darted for the door and disappeared mid-stride. Then came the ceramic clow