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Campfire Ghost Stories – Let’s Get Spooky!

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Hey there everyone!!
Imagine we’re all cozied up around a crackling fire, marshmallows in hand, and the woods are just quiet enough to give you chills…:stirpot
It’s the perfect time for ghost stories, don’t you think? :yup

So let’s have some fun!! :funfun Tell me your favourite spooky tale! It can be something real that gave you goosebumps, a childhood campfire classic, or a made-up story that sounds almost too real.

I’ll go first… now who’s brave enough to follow?

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I promise this is 100% real…it actually happened to me years ago!
I was around 18 and in college, and my flat was right across from this huge cemetery. It was a four-storey building, no doorman, and I lived on the third floor. Anytime someone came over, I’d just throw the keys down from my bedroom window so they could let themselves in (lazy, I know :giggle).
From my window, I had a clear view of the cemetery and I could literally see the tombs from my bed. Creepy, right?
Anyway… one day, a friend came over. I was completely alone at the flat (the other girls who lived with me were out), and she rang the bell downstairs. I went to my bedroom window like always and threw her the keys.
When I opened the flat door to let her in, she just stared at me and said:
“Who was the guy standing next to you in the window?”
And I was like:
“WHAT GUY?! There’s no one here!!”
She didn’t believe me. She walked straight to my bedroom, convinced there had been someone standing right beside me… and of course, the room was completely empty.
Still gives me chills to this day. :eek:
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Now I really wanna hear your stories too.
Ever had something weird or spooky happen to you? Or maybe you’ve got one of those creepy tales someone once told you that still sticks?

Doesn’t have to be big or dramatic. Just share whatever gave you chills (or made you laugh nervously lol).
I’m all ears....Let’s keep the fire going...:wine
 
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Ooof that is so crazy Valeria! I think I would have to move?

My dad was always a fan of ghost stories and creeping me out as a kid. He told me one about the "hook hand man" that freaked me out. This is the closest version I found online... see below.

The Hook-Handed Killer
Last summer, a girl who lives near here was getting ready to go out for the evening when she heard a strange report on the radio. The reporter said that a maniac mass murderer had escaped from a nearby prison. “Watch out,” they said, “for a man with a hook for a hand.” He was known to be crazy and dangerous, and the police asked for everyone’s help in reporting anything out of the ordinary.


The girl thought it was strange, but wasn’t too worried. She was too excited about the evening ahead. Her boyfriend was coming to get her so that they could go out to a movie. A few minutes later, he pulled up in his car and she bounded out the front door to meet him to start their evening of fun.

On the way to the movie theater, as they drove down the dark, twisting road, they heard a thump on the passenger side of the car, and then a rattle near the front tire. The girl and her boyfriend were startled. “I don’t think that I hit anything,” he said. “I wonder what that noise could have been?”

The boyfriend was worried that something was wrong with the car. He wanted to pull over to check things out. But the girl was worried that they were going to be late for the movie. She tried to talk him out of stopping. They started to argue as he parked on the side of the road. She begged him to just keep driving. As they sat there, him explaining that he’d only be a minute, they heard another thump on the side of the car.

“That’s strange,” the boyfriend said. “We’re not even moving.” The girl began to feel nervous. She asked again if they could just go to the movie, now as much because she was scared of the strange noises on the dark, deserted road as anything else. Her boyfriend again said he’d be just a minute, and just as he started to get out of the car, they heard another thump, and a long, screeching sound like metal scraping on metal.

The girl and her boyfriend looked at each other and without another word, he put the car in drive and hit the gas. They made the rest of the drive to the movie theater in record time, sitting silently, waiting.

When they got to the theater, the girl had started to feel a bit foolish for getting spooked over some silly noises. “I’m so sorry,” she said to her boyfriend, “I don’t know what I was so upset about.”

He forgave her, and they got out of the car laughing at their silly fight – until the girl closed her car door. One look and she was frozen in fear, terrified, as she saw the long scrape on the passenger side of the car leading to a metal hook hand, still lodged in the handle on the car door.

The girl ran straight inside and called the police, but after weeks of combing the woods, they never found the hook-handed killer. They say he still wanders around these parts, and people have even seen a man with a hook hand stalking through the woods late at night.

[I'm a child of the 70's, so in my dad's version the coupon was at a lover's lane lookout and heard the news on the radio - break into their music... they heard some noises, got spooked, and left. When they got to her house, he went to open her door he found the hook on the handle]
 
norton94 said:
Ooof that is so crazy Valeria! I think I would have to move?

My dad was always a fan of ghost stories and creeping me out as a kid. He told me one about the "hook hand man" that freaked me out. This is the closest version I found online... see below.

The Hook-Handed Killer
Last summer, a girl who lives near here was getting ready to go out for the evening when she heard a strange report on the radio. The reporter said that a maniac mass murderer had escaped from a nearby prison. “Watch out,” they said, “for a man with a hook for a hand.” He was known to be crazy and dangerous, and the police asked for everyone’s help in reporting anything out of the ordinary.


The girl thought it was strange, but wasn’t too worried. She was too excited about the evening ahead. Her boyfriend was coming to get her so that they could go out to a movie. A few minutes later, he pulled up in his car and she bounded out the front door to meet him to start their evening of fun.

On the way to the movie theater, as they drove down the dark, twisting road, they heard a thump on the passenger side of the car, and then a rattle near the front tire. The girl and her boyfriend were startled. “I don’t think that I hit anything,” he said. “I wonder what that noise could have been?”

The boyfriend was worried that something was wrong with the car. He wanted to pull over to check things out. But the girl was worried that they were going to be late for the movie. She tried to talk him out of stopping. They started to argue as he parked on the side of the road. She begged him to just keep driving. As they sat there, him explaining that he’d only be a minute, they heard another thump on the side of the car.

“That’s strange,” the boyfriend said. “We’re not even moving.” The girl began to feel nervous. She asked again if they could just go to the movie, now as much because she was scared of the strange noises on the dark, deserted road as anything else. Her boyfriend again said he’d be just a minute, and just as he started to get out of the car, they heard another thump, and a long, screeching sound like metal scraping on metal.

The girl and her boyfriend looked at each other and without another word, he put the car in drive and hit the gas. They made the rest of the drive to the movie theater in record time, sitting silently, waiting.

When they got to the theater, the girl had started to feel a bit foolish for getting spooked over some silly noises. “I’m so sorry,” she said to her boyfriend, “I don’t know what I was so upset about.”

He forgave her, and they got out of the car laughing at their silly fight – until the girl closed her car door. One look and she was frozen in fear, terrified, as she saw the long scrape on the passenger side of the car leading to a metal hook hand, still lodged in the handle on the car door.

The girl ran straight inside and called the police, but after weeks of combing the woods, they never found the hook-handed killer. They say he still wanders around these parts, and people have even seen a man with a hook hand stalking through the woods late at night.

[I'm a child of the 70's, so in my dad's version the coupon was at a lover's lane lookout and heard the news on the radio - break into their music... they heard some noises, got spooked, and left. When they got to her house, he went to open her door he found the hook on the handle]
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Ah yes, the lover's lane version was the first and only story I thought of immediately!
 
My mom bought a house that was in a district of REALLY old houses. Turns out it in the early 1900's HER house was a respite house for unwed mothers to have their babies and give them up for adoption, then go back home. There were ALWAYS weird things happening in that house.

A couple things that happened TO ME-

I was home from college & was in the living room reading my book and my little brother was supposed to be in bed directly upstairs. I could hear him running around & playing. I went upstairs to yell at him and he was DEAD asleep snoring- no lights on, nothing and totally not a 'fake sleeping' situation. HE was not making the running around footstep sounds of a kid playing.

My mom, sister & I were getting ready to leave to go out somewhere. We kept our purses & such on a table by the door. We were standing near the door & telling my brother to be good, we would be back soon when all of our purses just fell off the table onto the floor. It was like they were just swiped off by someone. They always sat there & weren't leaning or anything. We all were like WTF?! SO weird.

Tons of other stuff also happened all the time to my mom & sister (both lived there full-time, I just lived there during my college breaks.) The doorbell (really old, not new technology or anything) would ring all the time when no one was there. The bathroom looked out to the hall and my mom said almost every morning getting ready for work it would look like someone walked by the doorway, she'd go check & never anyone there. My sister says there was one door (kind of a back door that lead to a back room- again older house with interesting rooms) she would lock when she was home by herself and when she would go back to check, it would be unlocked. At least they were always nice ghosts that just did weird mischievous things! ;)
 
My mom and dad divorced when I was just a toddler and after they split, my sister and I lived in an apartment in a not-so-great neighborhood with my mom. One night my mom was asleep on the couch when she woke up hearing noises. She looked over to the front door and saw a man's hand in the partly open door trying to undo the chain lock. She freaked out, then charged at the door and slammed it as hard as she could on his fingers. He took off and she called the police but to her knowledge, they never found out who it was. A few nights later, she was out at a pub with some friends and saw a man with bandages across all of the fingers on one hand . . .
 
I did a page on the ghost I encountered in Edinburgh, Scotland at Greyfriars Kirkyard... even in the photo you can see the ghost...



Here was my journaling:
Journaling:
Greyfriar’s Kirkyard is one of the most haunted cemeteries in the world. It is haunted by George MacKenzie, and he is called the MacKenzie poltergeist. While most people come to visit the cemetery because of the Harry Potter books by JKRowling, it is very rich in Scottish history. Located on the Royal Mile in Edinburgh, it is also famous for the Greyfriars Bobby, a skye Terrier. Many have been said to have left the cemetery after visiting with cuts, scrapes, bruises and broken bones just like many of the prisoners buried there had. I can tell you first hand, that the cemetery is haunted. My photos here reflect it! I was also in front of the Thomas Riddell grave when my legs were pulled out from under me and I had trouble getting up. I am still having issues with pain from the fall and there was no reason for it. Haunted? Indeed!

(PS I was all covered in lava mud from the fall but yup definitely haunted! Google the Ghosts of Greyfriar's Kirkyard and you can read more.. it is crazy and if this did not happen to me I would say it was bogus.. there are a lot of YouTube videos on this too and Greyfriar's Kirkyard being haunted!)
 
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A log time ago, my husband and I were going to take our kids to the movies. I felt like I needed a nap, told him to take them himself. They left, I woke up shortly after with a fever of 103. I called my primary care doc and left a message. I woke up and saw my father, who passed away a few years ago, sitting on the end of the bed with his back to me. When the doc called I told him I was hallucinating.
 
trekmom said:
A log time ago, my husband and I were going to take our kids to the movies. I felt like I needed a nap, told him to take them himself. They left, I woke up shortly after with a fever of 103. I called my primary care doc and left a message. I woke up and saw my father, who passed away a few years ago, sitting on the end of the bed with his back to me. When the doc called I told him I was hallucinating.
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wow.. I think he was there... I have random things happen like that and I know it is my Dad or Mom.. these I call signs, but every now and again something will fall and no one is around.. like they are trying to get my attention. My sister in law and I were sitting at my kitchen table and I told her that I get flashes of a person every now and again, and I was talking with her and her eyes bugged as she saw it happen too.

This was funny.. My Dad was here visiting right after we moved in. (I have a 2 story house.) so I went into the downstair single bathroom and I smelled something - not really a sweet smell of a perfume, but what ever my father's mother used to wear maybe a very light perfume as she had emphysema and couldn't take perfumes ... anyway I came back into the kitchen and said to my Dad.. that was weird, I just smelled Grandma F (his mom)... she must be here and he looked at me like I had 3 heads. Then my brother arrived with his family an hour or so later as they were coming to stay for the Thanksgiving Holiday. My brother went upstairs to the guest bathroom and then when he came down, he said to me, "How did you do that?" I said "What?" and he said I was in the upstairs bathroom and I smelled Grandma F LOL ... I almost fell over laughing and then my father just looked at us both like we were from another planet. My brother was not here yet when I said that to Dad and hour earlier.

I could go on with multiple stories like this. My husband says ghosts love me and I always have these types of things happen!

So yup, I believe your Dad was there Val.. you needed him!
 


Well, I see them all the time. When we had bought this house, and for a while we still had our apartment, we could make a slow move. I was here alone, in our now library (window on the layout above is in that room), and I was sorting through some boxes. All the time I heard like a distant talking - you know like you are upstairs, and you hear people talk downstairs, but can't make out any words. They sounded a bit upset. Finally, I just thought I'd talk to them. I told them who we where, that we had bought the house now, and we were going to live here, they were welcome to stay, and we could share the house. They sounded more happy after that.

The window on the layout, used to be a door, before they made the extension. Often, when I sit here by the puter (I can see the window from here) or if I'm in the library sitting reading - I can see a man walk in through "the door". I asked him once what his name was, and he said Anders. Now I talk to Anders from time to time, asking him to keep an eye on the house. He's just happy to be here, and keep an eye on "his house". Fun fact - the man who owned the house before the one we bought it from - his name was Anders. I learned that after the ghost had introduced himself to me.

Another who lives here - I've named her Ines - she's a bit mischievous. The hides stuff in the kitchen. And no - it's not me who misplaced things. If I'm opening a drawer to get something, let's say my favorite knife, it's not there. I just close the drawer, tell Ines she needs to return the knife cuz I need it. I open the drawer, and there the knife is. Often on top really visible, like she's teasing me.

I'm not scared by this at all. It's just a part of who I am. My dad said that it was a bit strange. He was so sure, this life is the one you get. I told him, "well, you just have to come back and tell me if I'm right." Two days after my father had passed, he was standing by the TV. Young and healthy, dressed like I remember him from the 70s. He just smiled. I ran over, but he vanished. I stood there hugging the air. He's been here a couple of times more , but those times I haven't seen him, just felt his smell.

At our local grocery store, I've seen a woman organizing things on the shelves, just that when I go down that isle, she disappears into thin air. Told my friend who works there about it, and she says more people have seen her. Also, there's a house I walk by when I walk down to town that you absolutely could NOT pay be enough to go in to. That's not a nice place!
 
tanteva said:


Well, I see them all the time. When we had bought this house, and for a while we still had our apartment, we could make a slow move. I was here alone, in our now library (window on the layout above is in that room), and I was sorting through some boxes. All the time I heard like a distant talking - you know like you are upstairs, and you hear people talk downstairs, but can't make out any words. They sounded a bit upset. Finally, I just thought I'd talk to them. I told them who we where, that we had bought the house now, and we were going to live here, they were welcome to stay, and we could share the house. They sounded more happy after that.

The window on the layout, used to be a door, before they made the extension. Often, when I sit here by the puter (I can see the window from here) or if I'm in the library sitting reading - I can see a man walk in through "the door". I asked him once what his name was, and he said Anders. Now I talk to Anders from time to time, asking him to keep an eye on the house. He's just happy to be here, and keep an eye on "his house". Fun fact - the man who owned the house before the one we bought it from - his name was Anders. I learned that after the ghost had introduced himself to me.

Another who lives here - I've named her Ines - she's a bit mischievous. The hides stuff in the kitchen. And no - it's not me who misplaced things. If I'm opening a drawer to get something, let's say my favorite knife, it's not there. I just close the drawer, tell Ines she needs to return the knife cuz I need it. I open the drawer, and there the knife is. Often on top really visible, like she's teasing me.

I'm not scared by this at all. It's just a part of who I am. My dad said that it was a bit strange. He was so sure, this life is the one you get. I told him, "well, you just have to come back and tell me if I'm right." Two days after my father had passed, he was standing by the TV. Young and healthy, dressed like I remember him from the 70s. He just smiled. I ran over, but he vanished. I stood there hugging the air. He's been here a couple of times more , but those times I haven't seen him, just felt his smell.

At our local grocery store, I've seen a woman organizing things on the shelves, just that when I go down that isle, she disappears into thin air. Told my friend who works there about it, and she says more people have seen her. Also, there's a house I walk by when I walk down to town that you absolutely could NOT pay be enough to go in to. That's not a nice place!
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Wow thanks for sharing, Eva!! How cool! As long as they are nice, i am okay with it :) i think my Dad is in my home with me as after he passed i had his ashes in my home in the dining room for 4 months until i could fly with his cremains to NY to bury him with my Mom.
 
I am loving your spooky stories!! Thank you all for sharing… keep them coming! :happyclap

I like horror movies and books, true crime, and all the creepy stuff out there but I must confess I’m not the bravest person in the world, lol. I think if I had to live in a house and share it with ghosts I could actually see, I’d move out straight away.

I've got one more for you :)
My family owns a ranch by a river in a town nearby. My dad and my mom spend almost every weekend there, my father loves to fish and all that. One of my mom’s brothers, who passed away a few years ago, also had a ranch in the same town. He and my dad were really good friends.. they used to fish, play tennis, and have barbecues together all the time.
And then, after my uncle passed away, he kept coming back to talk to my dad. :)
Sometimes, when my father is alone in the backyard out there, I hear him talking to himself… but I know he’s talking to my uncle.
 
I don't have creepy stories of my own, and I'm actually happy that I never had these kind of experiences, because I would of run screaming or make a heart attack.
I love horror movies, but when the movie is over I need someone to go with me to the toilet (and wait for me in front of the door, not inside ;) ) or to the kitchen, because I am afraid to walk alone around the house. I'm a bit crazy, right?! And... all my life I was afraid that an invisible hand would come from under the bed and grab me by the leg. :crazy3
 
I don't like horror stories, or believe in ghosts, but there is something that I experienced a few times in my life which is called sleep paralysis, and I hate it. It happens in the morning when I wake up, and I open my eyes and I see the surroundings as they are, but I can't move (not even a finger or head) and sometimes it's just that, and it's freaky already with me trying to either go back to sleep so that I could wake up properly whilst feeling very anxious, but sometimes it's even worse: I see things from the dream seep into the room. It happened once that my friend was sitting at the foot of my bed (like @trekmom had seen her father) and I was trying to speak to her, and straining to wake up, and mentally in total anguish yet as the name suggests unable to move as if paralyzed, and then the phone rang and I managed to get out of that state though as I jumped out of bed I threw up from the effort and anxiety, and when I picked up the phone it was my friend's mother who told me that the friend I was seeing just there on my bed moments before had passed away that night. So even though I would say I don't believe in ghosts, what was that? I can't explain it. I had a similar experience the night after my Mum died, I felt presence and heard whispers but couldn't wake up or move to turn my head to where I believed I would see Mum...
 
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