I don't necessarily believe in ghosts, but I have a few stories that I have a hard time explaining:

1. This past summer I took a few classes up here at A&M. I live in a 4 bedroom appartment, and during the fall and spring I have 3 other roommates who live with me. But this summer I was the only one there. Before I go to bed each night, I usually pick out the shirt and pants that I will wear the next day and place it in my desk chair, and I'll also pick out which hat I'll wear as well (because I always wear a hat) and I'll set it on my desk. Well, for a span of 2-3 weeks, every morning when I woke up, I would find my hat in the trash can next to my desk. Nothing serious, and that is the only thing I noticed that was weird, but like I said earlier, nobody else was living with me at that time. I don't know what the deal was, but it was weird.

2. One night I was up in my room doing homework, and I heard a crash downstairs in the kitchen. I assumed it was just one of my roommates being clumsy and dropping a plate or something, but I went down to see what the deal was. Turns out, a random cup had fallen off the counter, but nobody was in the kitchen. Everyone was in their room. I'm not saying it was a ghost, but I don't know what happened.

3. Last thing, one morning when I woke up, I walked downstairs and my roommate was sitting on the couch watching TV. As I walked downstairs into the living room to join him, he asked me "Why the hell were you running up and down the stairs multiple times at 6:00 in the morning?" I told him I didn't leave my room until 5 minutes ago, but that it could have been one of our other roommates. But once we asked everyone in our house if they were running up and down the stairs at 6 AM, nobody said it was them. Maybe I was sleepwalking or someone else was, but I don't have much of a history of sleepwalking and neither do any of my other roommates.

Again, I'm not a firm believer in ghosts (demons however I do believe are real), but I dont really know how to explain some of the things that have occured in my appartment. Nothing seems threatening at all, just strange

Perhaps you weren't giving the ghost/demon the attention that it wanted and it as getting payback on you

I guess, but what kind of attention should I give a demon?! I would rather it leave me the hell alone. I've seen the exorcism of emily rose. No thank you...

know how I know you're bald?

Houston Cummitt it sounds like this ghost wants you. I'd give it whatever it wants. Hit it and quit it.

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Houston Cummitt

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Trash.

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You talkin to me or someone else?

Great story, aggieunicyclist. (The car crash one)

Also, we're still waiting on that story coach.

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Houston Cummitt it sounds like this ghost wants you. I'd give it whatever it wants. Hit it and quit it.

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Sorry effort at trying to be funny. Nice try

1996 or 97 I was in the law library in the Navarro county court house
Next door was our district clerk office with door closed between two offices

I was doing research late at night and all of a sudden heard typing start up

It was destinctive and close and I distinguished it as an Old times typewriter with the bell and ding as well as the keys coming up from the caridge. Have not been used in that office since 60s or maybe 70s

I go around to look and see what the hell
Looked through the clear glass window into the office and saw no one. Lights out and typing abruptly stopped

I got the hell outa dodge

Always been rumors about the courthouse being haunted with many spook stories but this was my personal experience

I have gotten messages from my grandfather who died in 88. He told me that my grandmother died and other messages. My grandmother died in 2004.

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You talkin to me or someone else?

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i was talking to you

How do you know I'm bald?

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I have gotten messages from my grandfather who died in 88. He told me that my grandmother died and other messages. My grandmother died in 2004.

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So he told you something you already knew? Kind of a useless message from the great beyond.

I wouldn't really call this a ghost story, but kinda falls in the same vein.


Back in the early 80's, sometime after '82 is the best I can recall. I'd say I was 9-10 years old at the time.

I was at my friend Nicola's house who live behind my house with my friend Jeff who was another neighbor. Two sisters, Amy & Jenny from around the block were also there and we were basically sitting around telling ghost stories. Nothing truly scary, just crappy stories made up by kids. I had made up some random story about a shape shifting killer, which I only remember because it came into play later when walking the girls home. Evidently Jenny was not much for scary stories, because as un-scary as the stories really were, she said she wasn't feeling well and wanted to go home, but was scared to walk home. This was kind of funny since she was the oldest of all of us by about 2 years. But Jeff and I offered to walk her and her sister back home.

Their house was about a half mile away, which while not far seemed like an impossible distance when younger. We hadn't gotten more than one house away from Nicola's house when my next door neighbor happened to be driving by on her way home and saw us. Stopped and asked if our parents knew we were walking the girls home, to which we of course lied about and told her yes. I knew we were busted instantly as she was the neighborhood gossip and knew she would be calling my mother the instant she got home to rat us out. But we kept on casually walking towards their house, until when all the sudden this big ass black dog came from out of nowhere barking at us. Me, thinking I was being funny and knowing Jenny was already scared told everyone to run because the dog was the shape shifting killer from my story. So now all four of us are running as fast as we can, dog chasing us, girls screaming, Jenny crying and me laughing my ass off. As we get to the corner about 2 houses from Amy & Jenny's house there's a car honking at us from behind. It was my mother who came to chew ass after my neighbor called to tattle on us. Stopped and turned around and the dog that was chasing us was absolutely nowhere to be found. Almost like it just disappeared into thin air, but I hadn't really been paying attention so it could have run off when my mom pulled up, or stopped chasing us after a house or two. Regardless I incorporated the dogs disappearance into my little ghost story as part of the shape shifters abilities to try explain the disappearance and to keep Jenny believing it.

So we all hopped into the bed of my moms truck and she took us the rest of the way to Amy & Jenny's house, left me and Jeff in the truck and took Amy & Jenny into the house and visited with their mother, I assume to tell her what we had decided to just walk them home instead of calling to have them picked up. Then she took us back, dropping Jeff of in his front yard and continuing home to accept my punishment. Luckily that only consisted of a "Just don't do it again speech" since my mom was really more upset that we hadn't called to tell her first, not the action of walking them home. This would essentially be the end of the story, and not even a story at all really except that less than an hour later my mother got the call that Jenny was dead. I was literally sitting at the kitchen counter eating cereal for dinner when she hung up to tell me. Jenny evidently had a brain aneurism shortly after we dropped them off and had died before the ambulance could even arrive. It was weird. I'd already dealt with death before on occasion, but never with anyone that I was just hanging out with hours beforehand.

Years later, late Jr. High/early High school Id say, long after the family had moved to Arkansas and Jenny was all but forgotten, I had been reading a bunch of books on urban legends and ghost stories. One of the stories I came across was about demon dogs, basically large black ominous dogs that were considered bad omens and predictive of an eminent death. Now I've never really put much faith into any of these stories I read, I just enjoyed the stories, but I read that and was instantly reminded of the big black dog that had chased us just before Jenny died. Though I chalked it all up to just odd coincidence, I was admittedly weirded out by the whole thing regardless. I still don't believe in Ghosts, demons, or anything supernatural, but for whatever reason since reading about the black dog omen and associating the experience with Jenny's death, any time I now see a random large black dog from out of nowhere I always try to go pet it and play with it a bit to make sure it's not some sort of supernatural death warning. Just to be on the safe side.

Holy crap

Mother of God

oh sheet I saw a huge black dog running wild through a random field in the middle of nowhere when I was driving out to do field work today

Was it this guy...?

Ok, so here is my story. I still get tears in my eyes when I think about it.

Last summer, one of our friends was getting married. It was a destination wedding in Lake Tahoe. We rented at one of the places they suggested and got there on Friday. As soon as we got there, I felt an odd sensation in the room. like I was being watched. The place had two rooms, one downstairs, and a loft upstairs, both with attached bathrooms. We both decided on the downstairs room and quickly went back down. The balcony and the loft were creepy. I was so incredibly afraid of the balcony. I've never been afraid of heights, but I was too afraid to even go near the balcony door, even when it was closed and locked. I would describe it as an extreme aversion of going near the balcony and the loft.

The first night, I became ill, and threw up in the bathroom downstairs. My husband and I ate the same exact thing for lunch, but only I got sick. Our daughter was 7 months old at that time, but we have traveled a lot as a family. We usually put her popup crib in a different room than the one we sleep in, so that we can talk and watch TV without waking her. In this hotel, I was so afraid to leave her alone. I felt that someone would take her away. I kept having the feeling that someone would climb in through the balcony and steal her. Never mind that we were on the third floor. It made no sense, but I couldn't shake these feelings. So she slept with us in our room.

On Saturday, we went to the beach and had a pretty good time during the day. The wedding was going to be held in the evening, so we went back inside to get ready. We were already dressed when the baby started acting sick. She was crying nonstop (she never cries), and just looked uncomfortable. She felt hot, and she had a fever when we checked her temp. We gave her medicine and decided that I would stay in the room with her and my husband would go to the wedding.

While he was gone, I stripped her down to her diaper and held her until she fell asleep. I still could not shake the feeling that she would be taken away if I let her out of my sight. I was sitting on the three seater couch in the living room, watching the news. The sun was setting, and the afternoon news was on. I put a baby blanket down on the couch cushion on my right, and eased my sleeping baby onto the couch. She was facing up, and her head was closest to the arm rest. My iPad was on the left cushion, and when I rotated my torso (I was sitting on the middle cushion) to get it, I heard a thump. My baby was on the floor wailing. She landed facedown, with her head closest to my foot, the complete opposite of how I had laid her down. I was completely panicked. The iPad fell out of my hand and hit the coffee table and I bent down to grab her. Her paci was in her mouth, and it had cut her lip. There was blood on the paci and the carpet. I grabbed her, wrapped her in the blanket, and went to the kitchen to wipe her face with a damp paper towel. She quickly recovered and was fine, she didn't hit her head or anything. I didn't want to leave the kitchen, but I worked up my nerve and got another paper towel to wipe the blood off the carpet. When I went to do it, there was no blood anywhere. Not on the carpet, or the paci. I knew she was bleeding, because the other paper towel had blood on it. I kept telling myself that there was a perfectly reasonable explanation for it, and just stood in the kitchen, rocking her back to sleep.

I held her the entire evening until my husband came home. She fell asleep and I started packing my bags while holding her. He came home with dinner for me, and mentioned that another baby invited to the wedding also had a fever, and wasn't there. The baby was staying a few rooms away from us. I remember not commenting on this, just nodding and stuffing more things into my suitcase, without caring whether or not things would wrinkle or get crushed.

I couldn't sleep that night. I was awake for most of it, tossing and turning. I woke up frequently to check on the baby. She was in her popup crib, next to my husband's side of the bed.

Around 5 am, I couldn't lay in bed anymore. Since the bathroom was next to where the baby's crib was, I went upstairs to the loft to use that one. I have never felt more fear in my life than when I was sitting on that toilet. I went to the bathroom as fast as I could, and didn't even flush before running back downstairs. The whole way down, I felt something push on my back, like something was hot at my heels, chasing after me until I jumped to the ground floor. I never looked back.

I packed everything in record time and we were ready to leave by 8 am Sunday morning. We were both quiet and didn't really start sharing stories about what we felt in that room until we crossed the Nevada border. By the time we got to Reno, I felt much better.

When we got home, I looked up the hotel on yelp and apparently, other people complained about ghosts here. I loved Lake Tahoe, but we'll be staying somewhere else next time we visit.

What hotel was it

oooh, I want to go to Tahoe now

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You always wear a hat.

Catch and elbow. Wow!

This is a stupid question, but I'm going to ask it anyway. Do you think that, by watching TV shows and documentaries on demons and ghosts and real hauntings, it can somehow open a gateway of sorts and encourage evil spirits to contact you?

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Not bald yet. But it's only a matter of time

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This is a stupid question, but I'm going to ask it anyway. Do you think that, by watching TV shows and documentaries on demons and ghosts and real hauntings, it can somehow open a gateway of sorts and encourage evil spirits to contact you?

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I don't think so. I've watched a lot of demon movies in my day, and nothing has happened yet (with the exception of the few weird things I mentioned earlier). But I also think that religion comes in to play as well, and I don't want to hijack this thread with a religious debate

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Not at all. If that were the case I think 90% of the American population would be claiming demon stalkings.

Not a ghost story, but I had a dream that I can only classify as a premonition.

I was in high school, my sophomore year if I remember correctly. I woke up one Saturday of Sunday (I know it was the weekend) morning and told my mom about the dream I had the night before.

I explained that I was standing in the parking lot of my high school, sort of detached from what was unfolding around me. I was standing in the middle of our baseball team and everyone was crying. I wasn't sad, or crying myself, just watching everyone else.

I noted that even though I knew the guys on the baseball team because my brother played and I went to almost every game, I really couldn't make out any faces. Just a large group of guys in baseball uniforms, crying and sobbing.

They then started to move across the street to an empty field. (In realty, there was a house on this lot, but in my dream there was no house) I followed them. Once they stopped, they all stood around looking down at the ground and crying. As I got closer, I saw that it was an empty grave. It startled me awake and I went ahead and got up.

My Mom just commented that it was a weird dream and asked if I had trouble sleeping. A little while later, my brother received a call from a baseball teammate that another player's sister had gotten into a serious car accident the night before. I actually knew her and her family fairly well as she was in my class and we had hung out in the stands watching our brothers play for years. They had to pull her off life support later that day.

Again, I tend not to believe in anything supernatural, but it was just too weird to be coincidence.

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My SO believes this, a bit. But more along the lines that the fear from this type of movie is the Devil trying to influence you.

It was the Aston Lakeland Village. They've deleted all of the ghost reviews from yelp.

To clarify, I don't think that all ghosts are demons, but I think that some "presences" are too evil to be human, if that makes sense.

Like Federale I have another dream that was too big of coincidence. The night of 9/10 I had a very detailed dream of WW3. The next day 9/11 in class my English teacher asked us to write down our dream from the night before for the daily warmup assignment. While I was writing down what my dream was the announcement came over the schools PA.

I was freaked out for a while. I think I still have that assignment notebook somewhere in storage too.

The closest story I have involves a dream I had a couple years ago.

Backing up, my grandmother passed away in 1991 and we were very close. I was much closer to her than any of my other cousins or my own siblings.

Anyway, a couple of days before thanksgiving I had a dream in which myself and all of my cousins were sitting around a large table having some type of feast. At the head of the table sat my grandmother. During the dream she looked straight at me and said, "don't worry, its going to be ok". I remember waking up and being very confused since I wasnt particularly worried or going through anything at the time but tried to just shrug it off.

A couple days later the family is gathered for thanksgiving dinner and I was visiting with my mom and my aunt when I told them of my dream. My aunts face went pale and she began to tear up. Apparently a couple days prior one of my cousins had just found out that she had a serious heart condition where her heart wasn't strong enough and was constantly declining in its ability to pump. The doctors said the condition was very rare and would need to be treated very aggressively. Three years later my cousin is doing fine and has apparently completely healed.

I like to think that I had that dream and was supposed to share it in order to give my cousin and aunt and uncle some peace in that no doubt very difficult time.