Real Ghost Stories Online

Some hauntings start with a slam. This one began with a song. At just four years old, she woke in the night to hear a woman’s voice singing a lullaby in her room. Gentle, melodic… but impossible. No one was there. No rocking chair. No mother at her bedside. Just the unmistakable voice of someone who shouldn’t exist. That was the first time. Soon, the activity escalated. A presence sat on her bed, pressing down through the blanket and touching her arm with a real, solid hand. Footsteps echoed in empty hallways. The kitchen screen door creaked open on its own. And at the end of the hallway, night after night, she felt eyes watching her from the dark. As she grew older, the haunting followed. With her best friend Annie, cold spots appeared in classrooms, shadow figures dissolved into trees, and one night a table was flipped upside down while they slept beside it — the glass of water sitting perfectly upright on the floor beneath. Paranormal activity didn’t just visit; it lived with them. Years later, the hou