Real Ghost Stories Online

Some people grow up knowing they’re not alone. For her, it started in childhood—voices in empty rooms, the sense of eyes at her back. At nineteen came the first direct encounter: a pitch-black, basketball-sized sphere perched at the corner of her bed. It didn’t drift. It jumped—hard—slamming the bed into the headboard and scattering objects. “A nightmare,” her father said. But beds don’t launch themselves. That’s when the lifelong haunting began. Years passed. Activity ebbed, then surged. Nightmares left her soaked in sweat, heart racing, details erased—only terror remained. Last July, she moved to a quiet one-bedroom in Elk Grove, California, hoping for calm. Instead, a new ritual: each morning as she rolled to silence her alarm on the nightstand, a bloodcurdling scream blasted into her ear—as if someone shrieked inside her head. When she started keeping the phone in the bed, the screaming stopped. Coincidence… or response? This isn’t a house story. It follows her. Not EMF meters and easy answers—just a pa