10 Scariest Ghostly Images And Recordings,Some Newer Unseen Pics And Videos

**Valasca** · July 15th, 2011, 08:17 PM

Oh, seeing them isn't normal?
But seriously. Since I grew up in... eh, let's call it an "occult-ish" household, I have been very aware of ghosts, spirits, whatever. I have seen the psychic residue of those still alive.

When my mom, her boyfriend and I moved into this particular house, we got my room done first. So I told mom and Thomas to sleep in my rroom, I'd take the couch.
Some time in the middle of the night, I heard Thomas come into the living room. Well, I don;t sleep with my glasses on, so I couldn;t tell it wasn't Thomas until he leaned over me and told me quite clearly to GET OUT! I said, "Dude, it's okay, i'm not here to hurt anything." rolled over, and went back to sleep.
And that's a normal occurance for me. Seriously.

**Valasca** · July 15th, 2011, 08:18 PM

Originally Posted by Robynne

I have one I found searching online. But it won't let me save both pictures as it's almost like a slide show. So, tell me what you think....

http://paranormal.about.com/od/ghost...arty-Ghost.htm

Yeah, uh... Whose lap would she be sitting on? Kind of creepy.

**Whisper** · July 15th, 2011, 08:32 PM

Im going through some pics tonight Ill post some tomorrow

**Robynne** · July 15th, 2011, 09:26 PM

Originally Posted by Amazon

Yeah, uh... Whose lap would she be sitting on? Kind of creepy.

It looks like the 'ghost' is popping her head out through the table.

**midniteshadows** · July 15th, 2011, 09:39 PM

**AngelFire** · July 15th, 2011, 10:56 PM

@Robynne, the picture of the two girls with that thing holding on to one of their arms.....well creepy.

@Amazon I grew up in that same sort of household. Makes you so aware of the residue of the once living and the strange bumps here and there. I am like you, I don't get scared. I go look to see what is there. My kids don't understand why I do that. My daughter is scared shitless but loves to hear about it.

**midniteshadows** · July 15th, 2011, 11:14 PM

Yay Ghosties!!!!! So many stories, where to begin?

Here's a link to About Paranormal with Stephen Wagner of a story of mine dealing with skinwalkers: http://paranormal.about.com/library/.../aa061801b.htm

I also have another story about a Ghost Highwayman that is being published in a book, due to come out April 2012. If I can find the infor on the book and author, I'll post. It's somewhere in the black hole of a desk of mine.

Here are some links from paranormal investigation groups that investigated the place where I worked: http://www.minnesotaghosts.com/index...sota&Itemid=12

http://www.mnparanormalinvestigators.com/

http://www.strangeusa.com/Viewlocati...CommentID=4347

http://www.mankatoforum.com/forum/ar...ad-1481-2.html

Ok.....

Before I get to my story, I have to preface it by saying that under the Freedom of Speech, I am expressing my opinions, comments and stories. So if there happens to be any members of the Historical Society reading this, get over it. Futhermore, if you pinheads weren't so busy fighting over possession of the Museum, not to mention the millions and millions of dollars of artwork at stake, the museum would be open and taken care of. That is, if I and my boss were still working there. Nothing like throwing the baby out with the bath water. Idiots.

The most fun and most loved job I've ever had was working at the Elysian Museum in Elysian Minnesota. I worked there for about 3 years with my boss and now best friend Nancy.

My first encounter with paranormal stuff happened about a month after being hired. In the basement was an area called the wash room consisting of antique washing machines, cream separators, and a loom. While I was giving a tour, I noticed that the washboard was missing. After the tour, I went back to the basement and searched it. No washboard. For 2 weeks, I searched for that washboard. Nada. Zip. Zero. Gone. I finally told my boss, thinking that I would be fired for losing a washboard. She told me not to worry about it, it would show up. Wha....???????

About 3 days after telling her, I was giving another tour. As the group was leaving the basement, I happened to look to my left, and saw the washboard behind some rugs hanging on the wall.

"Dang it. Who in the heck hid the dang washboard behind the flippin' rugs? It's supposed to be with the washing machines!!!"

Just then, not only did I , but the group as well, heard the sound of children's laughter. I swear, I've never seen a group of people run up a flight of stairs as this group did.

The museum's spirits consisted of 3 little boys in the basement along with a mean entity, Willie the caretaker, Alicia - a little girl about 7 y/o who hung out upstairs, David - about 20+ y/o who watched over Alicia, a woman spirit name unknown. We also had other spirits that would come and go.

I've experienced pranks done by the spirits (ringing the door chimes), lights not working, seeing a book float down off a bookshelf and hit me in the head, laughter, talking, music, radio stations changed, radios turned off or on, artifacts moved or misplaced, Alicia playing with balloons and rolling a ball, Willie asking me if I needed any help, footsteps, running, bells rung, papers floating in mid air, rocking chairs rocking, smell of coffee and perfume and so much more. There never was a day when nothing happened.

Spirits and the paranormal have always been a part of my life. It's the same for my husband and son. I believe it's just an extension of life or energy since energy is neither created nor destroyed, it just rearranges itself.

**TACO** · July 15th, 2011, 11:26 PM

When my oldest son was a toddler he would talk to his friend in the hallway. One day I asked him who he was talking to, he tells me the old man. I don't think nothing of it. A month or two passes & I am looking at pictures of my dad, when my son points at the picture of my dad. He tells me look daddy thats my friend the old man. That amazed me, because my son was born 2 weeks after my dad died. Also, that was the first time we had looked at pictures together. It made me feel good knowing my dad was watching over his grandson.

**midniteshadows** · July 15th, 2011, 11:44 PM

Couldn't figure out how to attach pics, so created an album. Ghost pics there. I'd like to share some more stories if it's ok with y'all. Love, love, love reading your ghost stories!!!!! (Haven't been this excited since....well....um....man created fire?!)

**AngelFire** · July 15th, 2011, 11:56 PM

My friend with the creepy craftsman house has a soon to be 9 year old son. He was born years after her dad passed. One morning she is wigging out and calls me in tears. Her son who was about 3 at the time, came to her room and told that grandpa had told him to tell her not to be sad, that he was coming to see her. It was her dad's birthday.

On Thanksgiving 2001, we decided to cook the dinner ourselves. So while the guys took my kids to the park, we prepared stuff. We needed to get her mom's fine china out of her storage in the garage. Her mom died before her dad and he never allowed her and her sister to touch the china. As we are taking it out of the box, an old exercise bike starts peddling. Not fast just enough to catch my eye. She apparently sees it too but she keeps her focus on the china. Finally it's just peddling enough that we have to acknowledge that it's moving and we aren't doing it. She calmly tells me that her dad didn't like them touching the china and maybe that was him. So here I go opening my mouth and say "Israel, you can come to dinner tonight".

As we make our way inside the house, something punches the door next to us. I mean a punch that had to come from someone on the inside of that room. But no one else was there. At that point, she really becomes unhinged and grabs my neck and we start running. Guys found us outside.

The rest of the night was a trip. We had another family attend dinner with us. Their 8 year old son kept asking why there was a man sitting in the pantry. The dining room light kept turning on and off during dinner. The kids were terrified and were all huddled in the living room.

That damn house had so many freakish things happen.

**Silvahalo** · July 16th, 2011, 12:42 AM

My mother has shared some hair raising stories from back in the day in Chiquaqua Mexico where she was born.
I believe in ghosts, though I haven't seen any, I *think*. I do however, hear them all the time. Especially babies cries. As I put my head down to sleep, never fails and it's only one side as I lay, not the other. No wonder I don't sleep well.

I think this picture of a little boys spirit spooked me pretty good.
It's a well known picture taken as a paranormal investigator took pictures at the Amittyville home. He didn't discover it 'till 3 yrs later. I was surprised not to find it listed here. I tried posting this last night but my computer freaked out.....oh....creepy.

Edit: oh, wanted to add as a very young child in the only home I really could call a decent home (several years), i know it was haunted. I had the strangest dreams. One day I woke to see my door closed and was compelled to look through the key hole. I saw the what I thought was the devil in the key hole. I'm still not sure IF i was awake or not but left a lasting impression on me. Wrote a poem and essay on it in college. Fucker has been following me since.

**Robynne** · July 16th, 2011, 01:36 AM

I know I told this story somewhere on here before.

When I was a young girl, I was sleeping in my bed with my two sisters, and for some reason I woke up. I looked up and saw a kid in hospital pajamas rummaging through a drawer in our dresser. I assumed it was my youngest sister because she had a pair of pajamas from the hospital, and it looked like her in the dark. So, I turned over to go back to sleep and noticed that both of my sisters were asleep in our bed. I was so freakin' scared, I didn't look back up, and I held my eyes shut as tight as I could until I fell asleep again.

**Mommyof2** · July 16th, 2011, 02:32 AM

@silvahalo68 I think I have some thing that follows me too. As a young girl my closest friend was a girl named Kim. We spent everyday together from the time I was four years old. Well when we were about 10 we started doing stupid little things like playing with Ouija boards and having seances.

One time using the Ouija board I asked to talk to my dead grandfather whom I had never met. Not sure if it was him that came through but the spirit that did said to never play with the board again. I went home and told my mother and she said that sounded just like her dad. On another night we were talking to a spirit and it said it wanted to hurt one of us. We asked who and it said our friend Jenn. The next day Jenn had freak accident and broke her leg. I have also had knifes thrown across the room at me moments after playing with the damn Ouija board.

Not long after the things happening to me were not just at Kim's house. One night at my own house during a sleepover my little sister was having, we had candy suddenly fly across the room. All the kids but one ran to my mom's room. The little girl and I decided we would sleep in a different room but not go upstairs with everybody else. We were both laying in the bed when suddenly the blanket was being pulled on smashing our feet to the bed. Then it was calm again, I look outside and see a lady in all black in my yard. I closed my eyes and the girl next to me screamed bloody murder. She then shows me huge claw marks down her back.

Another night I was at my friend Tonya's house playing Nintendo when the dang thing went to a blue screen and weird letters started going across the screen. We ran to her bedroom to hide and then had the pennies off her dresser thrown at us. After a minute we smelled something burning and went to go find the source. Went to her kitchen and the over was turned on full blast.

Then the worst of all my stories happened at my friend Heather's house. I was over for a sleepover. We were in her basement telling ghost stories. When it came my turn I told them of all the crazy things I had happen to me. Not long after we decided to lay down. I remember laying there uneasy and unable to sleep. When I looked up I noticed an owl statue on a shelf above me. I looked away and then back and the eyes were glowing red. I was so scared I grabbed Heather's hand. It was just then I noticed a face of a woman at our feet. Before I could even get a scream out I was thrown across the room. I landed right in my friend dawn's lap and she was screaming so hard that my head jammed her tooth. I still have a scar from that to this day. Anyway it was about them my friend Heather stood up and looked like a mad woman. She scared us so bad we ran upstairs and locked ourselves in the bathroom. Heather's dad woke up and found Heather passed out on the stairs with no memory of how she got there. That is when I stopped telling my ghost stories. I felt like it was gaining strength from my friends and my fears.

Since then I have had several friends see a floating head at the last three places I have lived. My friends have also seen a blonde girl who is about five. They often here children's laughter in my house no matter where I live. When my oldest daughter hit puberty things got worse in my home. we had beds shaking, voices, and lots of dark shadows. Most often my oldest daughter is the target, and every once in a while it will be Sean or Ashley. I have come to accept that I brought this thing into my life as child and it will most likely always follow me. I laugh it off a lot of the time but sometimes it is unnerving like when I am in the shower or just here all alone.

**62julietandvoid** · July 16th, 2011, 07:05 PM

Ya'll got me reading about ghosts and spirits now,lol

**Whisper** · July 16th, 2011, 07:50 PM

Originally Posted by 62julietandvoid

Ya'll got me reading about ghosts and spirits now,lol

I dont like Quija boards,we wouldnt let the kids have one in the house and my mom bought them one for her place
Well when Heaven was 14 and Case was 13 we left them alone for the first time with Heavens best friend while we went out with another couple
Came home around midnight,all the lights are on like a landing strip and come in the house all 3 are freaking out
They had snuck the Quija into the house and decided to play with it after we left and I guess the lights began going nuts and they heard someone talking and the voice wouldnt wouldnt stop talking
Now I wouldve passed it off as their kids and scared themselves etc,etc
But when we walked in the first thing I noticed was a crucifix hubbys grandmother had given us years ago was split in half and he was hanging upside down
I asked where the board was and they had tossed it down the basement steps and locked the door
I made Heaven go get it lol and we tossed it out the back door it landed on a guys 2nd floor balconey

**62julietandvoid** · July 17th, 2011, 02:00 PM

Originally Posted by whisperswing

I dont like Quija boards,we wouldnt let the kids have one in the house and my mom bought them one for her place
Well when Heaven was 14 and Case was 13 we left them alone for the first time with Heavens best friend while we went out with another couple
Came home around midnight,all the lights are on like a landing strip and come in the house all 3 are freaking out
They had snuck the Quija into the house and decided to play with it after we left and I guess the lights began going nuts and they heard someone talking and the voice wouldnt wouldnt stop talking
Now I wouldve passed it off as their kids and scared themselves etc,etc
But when we walked in the first thing I noticed was a crucifix hubbys grandmother had given us years ago was split in half and he was hanging upside down
I asked where the board was and they had tossed it down the bathroom steps and locked the door
I made Heaven go get it lol and we tossed it out the back door it landed on a guys 2nd floor balconey

When we were a lot younger, a friend of my sister and I, had one. I don't remember anything bad happening after using it, sis and I thought our friend was manipulating it was the only thing I remember. After I shut down the puter last night and went to watch tv, I turned the tv on and it had celebrity ghost stories on, I was thrilled,lol!

I'm a definite believer. My granny never was and spoke against it, I guess due to her "Christian" belief. But after she heard the voices around too, I've noticed her checking out stuff on tv, stuff about spirits and stuff. Took a interest in Nostradamus. She never did that before. I didn't mention she heard a voice in her car too, I wasn't there and asked her over and over, but she insisted the radio was not on.

**Momzilla** · July 18th, 2011, 05:14 PM

I have a little story to share about a paranormal-ish dream where I am convinced I was visited- not by the ghost of person but the ghost of a house... I lived in the same house from the time I was born until I moved out at 20. I loved that house, everyone loved that house, it felt like home. Every holiday, birthday, family event, my whole family would always gather at my mom's house. Well, a few years ago my mom decided to sell the house and move into a smaller condo. I was so sad but I understood why she was ready to move on. A few nights before she was set to move I had a dream that was so real, so vivid, I have never experienced another one like it ever again. I am walking through my mom's house but I realize things look different, the wallpaper, the rug--it looked like it did when I was really little. Then I realize that I am looking through my eyes as a little girl. I know that I'm dreaming (that realization usually wakes me right up, but not this time) but everything is so real- I go up the stairs and I can feel the texture of the railing in my hand- the spare room is my childhood bedroom again, I head to my Mom's room and my Dad is there too- of course, because they were still together when I was little. Then it hits me, if I am a little kid then my dog Phoebe must still be alive! I run down to the sunporch and she is there! I can feel her fur, it is so real. I finally wake up and I'm balling my eyes out. My husband can't understand how a dream about my mom's house has me so upset. It was just such a powerful experience. I think that maybe the house was letting me have 1 more memory before I had to say goodbye- and that made me happy!

**IVORYANGEL** · July 18th, 2011, 06:06 PM

Originally Posted by silvahalo68

My mother has shared some hair raising stories from back in the day in Chiquaqua Mexico where she was born.
I believe in ghosts, though I haven't seen any, I *think*. I do however, hear them all the time. Especially babies cries. As I put my head down to sleep, never fails and it's only one side as I lay, not the other. No wonder I don't sleep well.

I think this picture of a little boys spirit spooked me pretty good.
It's a well known picture taken as a paranormal investigator took pictures at the Amittyville home. He didn't discover it 'till 3 yrs later. I was surprised not to find it listed here. I tried posting this last night but my computer freaked out.....oh....creepy.

Edit: oh, wanted to add as a very young child in the only home I really could call a decent home (several years), i know it was haunted. I had the strangest dreams. One day I woke to see my door closed and was compelled to look through the key hole. I saw the what I thought was the devil in the key hole. I'm still not sure IF i was awake or not but left a lasting impression on me. Wrote a poem and essay on it in college. Fucker has been following me since.

that pic gives me the chills

**Whisper** · July 18th, 2011, 06:19 PM

yeah its creepy makes me wonder if those eyes in the window they talk about are of Jody the Pig or maybe one of the kids killed in the house

**AngelFire** · July 19th, 2011, 02:51 PM

Quija boards, they scare me shitless. That is the one item linked to the paranormal that I fear the most. I tried it once when I was about 16, nothing to report then. But when I was 19, it took a life of it's own. My name has a very unusual spelling and for those that know me away from the DD know exactly what I am talking about. Typically people mistaken my name for a very popular American name and I have to correct them all the time.

So when I first arrived in Los Angeles, I met this girl that lived in a huge apartment complex. One day I am going to visit her and find her outside with neighbor chicks, playing the Quija Board. My friend invites me to play with her neighbor and I accept. Now this other girl never met me before that day. She asked the board what my name was, she had only heard my name being spoken but not spelled. So the board immediately goes to the letter "E". The girl tells the board "no" it's not "E" it's "A"...The board against tells her "No" and I turn to the girl and tell her the board is correct. The girl, she freaks!

So we go on playing and I am not even paying attention to the time. By the time I realize it, it's midnight and I am feeling very uneasy. No matter how many times we would say good bye to the board, it would say no good bye. Then it said good bye to the girl, but kept tell me it didn't want to say good bye to me. That was all I needed and I never touched that shit again.

That entire night was a dreadful one too. Things falling, bumps all through out the night. The next morning, the board was in my patio, and I didn't live in the same place as these girls. I never found out how that shit got there, but I never touched it EVER AGAIN.

**Whisper** · July 19th, 2011, 03:07 PM

Well my guys are restless today b/c I went into the basement tossed laundry in and came back up closed the door and 2 times had to go back and reclose it
And it creeked and my basement door doesnt creek lol its like he was telling me to do something b/c hes bored
lastnight he moved hubbys towel,he was in shower and always puts towel on stand where he can reach and grab it and he went to grab it and it was clear across the room lol
things are getting moved alot lately
Like I said it has been quiet then it will be active for awhile and quiet again but I think the heatwave and having to be couped up is getting to him too lol
nothing bad happens though ust little thing and nothing scarey

**62julietandvoid** · July 19th, 2011, 04:04 PM

Originally Posted by Momzilla

I have a little story to share about a paranormal-ish dream where I am convinced I was visited- not by the ghost of person but the ghost of a house... I lived in the same house from the time I was born until I moved out at 20. I loved that house, everyone loved that house, it felt like home. Every holiday, birthday, family event, my whole family would always gather at my mom's house. Well, a few years ago my mom decided to sell the house and move into a smaller condo. I was so sad but I understood why she was ready to move on. A few nights before she was set to move I had a dream that was so real, so vivid, I have never experienced another one like it ever again. I am walking through my mom's house but I realize things look different, the wallpaper, the rug--it looked like it did when I was really little. Then I realize that I am looking through my eyes as a little girl. I know that I'm dreaming (that realization usually wakes me right up, but not this time) but everything is so real- I go up the stairs and I can feel the texture of the railing in my hand- the spare room is my childhood bedroom again, I head to my Mom's room and my Dad is there too- of course, because they were still together when I was little. Then it hits me, if I am a little kid then my dog Phoebe must still be alive! I run down to the sunporch and she is there! I can feel her fur, it is so real. I finally wake up and I'm balling my eyes out. My husband can't understand how a dream about my mom's house has me so upset. It was just such a powerful experience. I think that maybe the house was letting me have 1 more memory before I had to say goodbye- and that made me happy!

Lucid dreaming! They say it can be a platform or tool for spiritual visits!

**AngelFire** · July 19th, 2011, 04:24 PM

Originally Posted by 62julietandvoid

Lucid dreaming! They say it can be a platform or tool for spiritual visits!

Yes, I hate being between sleep. It is when the worst shit happens and then you are left the entire day sort of like a nervous wreck.

**AngelFire** · July 21st, 2011, 12:13 AM

@whisperswing what happened with the pictures?

**Whisper** · July 21st, 2011, 12:30 AM

Originally Posted by Mybabiesmomma

@whisperswing what happened with the pictures?

I did a couple the other night
Ill look through tomorrow night when Im home from nephews birthday party
I have the baby and working still havent had alot of free time but Ill post couple more tomorrow night when Im home

**Aslan** · July 21st, 2011, 01:17 AM

Oh holy cow, why did I click this as the last thing I read before bed?
I'm going to have nightmares of that woman with the shiny eyes in the backseat

*bangs head against wall*

**Deja** · July 21st, 2011, 09:00 AM

Originally Posted by Aslan

Oh holy cow, why did I click this as the last thing I read before bed?
I'm going to have nightmares of that woman with the shiny eyes in the backseat

*bangs head against wall*

I know @Aslan, I got halfway thru this thread and realized I shouldn't be reading it while I'm home alone, but I couldn't stop! Now I've double bolted the front door (like that would do any good!)

EDIT: OK just made a few phone calls, talked to live people and I feel better so I'll tell you my one experience. My grandmother died when I was in high school (she died in her home, my mom and I found her) - it was very traumatic. Later that night I was home alone while my mom went to pick up my dad, and I heard my grandmother's voice plain as day, in her little Irish brogue, say "It's OK, honey'. I didn't hear it in my head, I heard her right next to me. I'll always miss her but it made me know that she's fine and that helped so much.

**gee** · July 21st, 2011, 11:26 AM

Oh my.... I knew I shouldn't have peeped into this thread. I love reading these stories but I get creeped out too!
I would never mess with a Quija board. I remember when I was about 10 years old. I was awake walking and felt as if something was
following me around. All day long. I went to the arcade and felt the presence behind me. I was uncomfortable with it so I went home. I finally said out loud " Your not real, you can't follow me any more" It went away! I never told anyone about that for fear of people thinking I was crazy, and just not believing me. As an adult I believe in ghost and this thread has just made it that much more believable for me. To this day I can still feel how that felt with the presence of something with me as if it were yesterday.