True ghost stories – a collection of true ghost stories across Earth.
For ghost stories listed by province/state and country click here
True ghost stories – a collection of true ghost stories across Earth.
For ghost stories listed by province/state and country click here
*The story below has also been featured in the above video*
Ghost report from Danialle on February 24, 2016:
“My husband, myself, and my 3 kids moved about 8 years ago. We rented a house in Surrey BC and the house was over 50 years old on an acre lot.
Within a few weeks we had issues of a picture being moved and flipped over almost every night.
I had a candle holder that held 5 round candles, that also got moved and the candles were rolled onto the floor.
After a few months we started hearing noises thru the house and a little girl giggling. A friend of my daughter said she heard giggling and saw a little girl running down the hall.
A family friend move in and he said he woke up to a little girl standing over him, and when he sat up she was gone. He described her as being young, approximately 6 years old with long blonde hair.
No one else ever said they saw her, only heard her giggle.
We also had an old garage in the yard that no girls would go into. As I explained to my husband, it’s the feeling of a grouchy old man that does not want any women in his garage. Very bad vibes.
5 years ago everyone in the house was sleeping but me. Every time I started falling asleep I heard noises. Like banging or doors closing. I must have got up about 4 times to check the kids.
I tried going to sleep and the TV in our bedroom turned on and off several times, and then the light in our room turned on. This time, my husband woke up. He asked me if I was burning something. No I wasn’t.
We walked around the house and found nothing, yet we could smell smoke. Our bedroom window was opened and it seemed like the smoke was coming inside from outside. I opened the front door, stepped outside and could smell smoke bad. It was the house … It was on fire.
Everyone got out of the house, except the family dog. The next morning the fire department released the house. And above the door way at the main entrance it looked like “boooo” was written above the door where the paint come off. It spooked me out. We did get a picture of the door way.
The weirdest part is that the next house we got, a little hand print done in glitter showed up in 3 rooms of the house. And someone has been seeing a shadow at the windows and we hear our names being called.
Not sure if it is possible but it seems like she moved with us and has stayed with us since.”
Ghost report from Bonnie on February 24, 2016:
“In 1992 my daughter, who was 20, purchased an 1890 armoire from an antique dealer in Calgary. I did not feel comfortable with it from the day they brought it into the house.
About 2 months after the purchase I was home alone and thought maybe if I cleaned it up a bit and waxed it I might feel differently towards it. When I was finished I went to the basement and threw the clothes into the washer.
I then proceeded to clean the mirror in the bathroom in the basement. As I was wiping the foam off of the mirror I saw a woman walk behind me. She was looking straight ahead, not looking at me. She had on a white dress with a mandarin-type collar with lace. She had long, dark hair, tied back at the nape of her neck. I turned around quickly but there was no one there. I ran up the stairs and the rest of the day was on edge.
That night I tried to tell my husband what I saw. He has never believed in ghosts so was barely listening. A few minutes later the room we were in turned freezing cold. As it was not cold outside it was very strange.
The next evening I came home from work and the radio was playing in the kitchen. Very strange because that radio was seldom turned on. While I was cooking, the light burned out in the kitchen followed later in the evening by the light at the back entrance. The next night our TV turned off while we were watching it.
I told some of the people from work what was happening and they started calling her “Victoria” because she appeared to come from the Victorian Era.
During the next week or so we had several things happen:
1. I went out for supper with my daughter and her boyfriend. When we were seated, the waiter ask what happened to the lady that was with us. He swore another lady was with us when we came in.
2. I was out for lunch with a coworker and she ask about Victoria. When I proceed to tell her, a cream container in a bowl on the table popped it’s lid and sprayed us both with milk.
Whatever or whoever it was seemed to be getting more aggressive with things falling, hot spots, cold spots and noises.
The final happening was in the evening. I was home alone trying to watch TV and knit. I was getting uncomfortable and it was getting dark so I took my dog upstairs and got ready for bed. I shut the bedroom door but had not locked it. I was reading a book in bed when my little dog got up and went to the end of the bed. His ears were standing up and he was growling. I started to get up to lock the door when the door banged, as if hit, and flew open. The room was immediately cold. Neither the dog nor I got much sleep that night.
The next morning when I got up, the house seemed at peace. I told my husband that whatever it was is gone.
Later that morning a friend of my son’s came over. His parents’ house was across the alley from our house. He said he was coming home the night before and he was late. He pulled up to their garage, the garage door opened and he had not pushed the button. He thought one of his parents must be waiting for him and was in the garage, so he pulled in. The door immediately shut. He said he was scared because there were no lights on and he couldn’t see anyone in the garage. He finally got up the nerve to run from the car into the house. His parents were in bed.
I think it was at that point that Victoria left our house and she was looking for another place to go.
My daughter still has the armoire. Her husband offered for me to take it last year when they moved out of Canada. I told him, “Not for a million dollars would it come back to my house.”
Ghost report from Susan on February 17, 2016:
“I was living in a beautiful old Victorian home with my 4-year-old daughter. The house is located on Church Street where it still stands to this day.
One night around 11:00 p.m., I had completed my usual routine of locking the doors and closing the windows in my old Victorian home before going to bed. As I was trying to sleep I heard a male voice coming from the right side of my bed say, “Hey! Get up!” As I lay there motionless under my covers looking around the empty room and telling myself I must have imagined it.
A few seconds later with much more urgency and directly into my right ear the voice BOOMED loudly, “YOU NEED TO GET UP RIGHT NOW! Go to the bathroom and look out the window! HURRY UP!”
I rocketed out of bed with my heart pounding wildly. Freaking out and unsure what to do next, I knew I had to go check it out – so I did.
I slowly opened my bedroom door feeling like I was going to have a heart attack. I silently stepped out into the inky darkness of my hallway as I carefully inched my way into the bathroom. I closed the bathroom door behind me before I cautiously raised the window blinds. As I looked through my bathroom window, which directly faced my neighbor Charlie’s kitchen window, I saw a man hunched down on all fours crawling on my neighbor’s kitchen floor. To my utter shock and horror, the intruder then turned on a flashlight and looked up to see me looking straight at him. I let out a loud shriek which caused the burglar to jump back and turn off his flashlight before he disappeared into the darkness of Charlie’s kitchen.
Completely panic-stricken and totally terrified, I slammed the blinds down and ran full speed into my kitchen. “Oh Sh*t! Oh Sh*t! Oh Sh*t!”, was all I managed to say as I grabbed the phone and started frantically dialing Charlie’s cell phone number.
Thankfully he picked up after about 2 rings as I screamed into the receiver, “CHARLIE SOMEONE BROKE INTO YOUR HOUSE AND IS ROBBING YOU! COME HOME QUICK!”
A few minutes later my neighbor’s car came peeling around the corner of our street. Charlie and two other men jumped out of his car and ran into Charlie’s house only to find the back door in his kitchen standing wide open and a grand total of zero valuables missing. A happy ending for Charlie and his family but not for me…
After his friends had left, Charlie came over to my house to thank me for keeping an eye out on his place. Still in shock, I turned to Charlie and said, “You are probably going to think I am completely crazy but I am going to tell you exactly what happened here tonight. Whether you believe me or not is entirely up to you”.
I described the disembodied male voice that I had heard in my bedroom which prompted me to get up and investigate.
“I just don’t get it Charlie!”, I added shaking my head in disbelief as I finished explaining everything to him.
Well, I kid you not folks, to my complete and utter amazement, Charlie looked at me with a huge grin on his face and responded, “I see you have met our resident ghost. He protects my house and my family so it must have been his voice you heard warning you about what was happening in my home”. (Insert Slack Jaw Here). Yeah, not your average text book answer, is it?
One day, in the fall of 2001, I was alone in my Victorian house, as my daughter was spending the day with her grandmother. Suddenly I heard the sound of the back door opening. Surprised and feeling a little irritated because the person didn’t knock before entering my house, I shouted out, “Just a minute! I’ll be right there.”
I peeked into the kitchen from where I was standing in the washroom. What I saw next will forever remain etched in my memory.
Standing at the back door, I saw a half-figure of a white man who was bare foot and wearing a red bathing suit. He was only visible from the waist down and he was soaking wet.
As he walked across the room, I could hear the sound of his wet feet squeaking on the kitchen floor and the sound of water dripping off him. Stunned, I stared slack-jawed as my mind tried to grasp what I was actually seeing.
He walked to the opposite end of the kitchen, stopped for a moment in front of my cupboards, then he turned to face me. I could see the bottom half of him clearly but I could also see the cupboards through him.
Shocked and rooted to the spot, I said out loud, “Oh my God! You’re a ghost!” He turned away from me and continued to walk down the hallway that led to my living room. Squeak, squeak, squeak, I just stood there in disbelief and watched him walk about half-way down the corridor before he disappeared into thin air, without leaving a trace. Or did he?
Completely freaked out, I ran through every room in the house looking for the half-figure I had just seen but he was nowhere to be found.
Questioning my own sanity at this point, I searched for water on my kitchen floor; surely it must be wet, before I checked the lock on the back door. The kitchen floor was bone-dry and the door was securely locked with a dead bolt.
Needless to say, I packed up all our worldly belongings and moved out of that house a few days later.
It would be interesting to see if the current tenants have experienced anything paranormal in the beautiful old Victorian home.”
Ghost report from Roxy on February 9, 2016:
“It was about 4:30-5:00AM in early June. I got up to let the dogs out for a pee; our back yard is fenced in. Our sunroom has two doors. I opened the door and they went out through the back aluminum door in the back yard.
For some reason I went to the side aluminum door that leads out onto our drive way. I turned to the door way to the back yard (the one the dogs used) when I see a soldier standing in front of me.
In my mind I am thinking, “how did you get in the door?” As it was only propped open about 6″ so the dogs can let themselves in and out. My mind also thought, I can’t see the door frame behind him.
He was no older than 18 years, he blinked as he was looking back at me. He had a soldiers coat and flat-top hat on, greenish in colour and the brim of the hat was black. He had a gun behind his right side with a black strap that went over his right shoulder and down to his left side.
We stood staring at each other for about 1 to 2 minutes. I never spoke to him, I just had questions running through my mind. He disappeared and the dogs came back into the sunroom.
I let the dogs into the house, they went back to bed. I went to the bathroom where I was stunned with thoughts going through my mind as to what I saw. I went back to bed and my partner asked me what was wrong as he could see the puzzled look on my face. I told him the story.
We live very close to the Battle Field Grounds in Stoney Creek where the war of 1812 took place (June)….I can still see this young man in my head.
I have not seen him since, but he did goose me once when I had my hands full while in the sunroom.”
Ghost report from Jordan on February 1, 2016:
“We took possession of a rental house and weird things started happening pretty much from the day we moved in.
We had been given the ok to start moving in earlier than our lease date, so I started by bringing small items over with the van. Entering the house, I heard a loud bang at the back of the house, like it had come from the back bedroom. I called out thinking someone had managed to break in. No one answered so carefully I made my way into the house. The bedroom door was closed. Again I called out, but no answer came so I quickly opened the door expecting to find someone there, but the room was vacant. I did what most people do and blamed it on ‘new house noises’.
I left the door open and moved items in the house. I went back for more stuff at the other house. When I came back the bedroom door was closed and locked. This time I had my eldest son with me. I told him to stay at the front door for a minute. The door only had a basic lock on it; a quarter could turn it open. I opened it and again nothing there. I figured it had been my own error last time and some how figured I locked it last time.
So fast forward a little bit, Christmas season fast approaching. We’ve settled in now. We’ve heard noises that we can’t explain, we hear footsteps in the middle of the night. We assume it’s just our imaginations. We have a Christmas party. A good friend of ours comes up to my wife and says, “this house is haunted”. “Why do you say that?” my wife asks. “Well I just watched as that door slammed shut!” He was speaking of the same door that caused me so much paranoia when we first moved in. Prior to this we’ve told no one of our dealings with this situation. He would not be the last to tell us how creepy our home was.
A few days later after the party it’s around nine o’clock at night. Our kids are in bed. My wife and I are sitting in the living room watching TV when all of a sudden the room goes dark. The tv turned off, the Christmas tree lights go off and the window Christmas lights go off. We automatically think power outage but soon realize it’s just the living room. So I try to turn the TV back on, it doesn’t work. It is then that I discover it is unplugged, as is every other item in the living room. All the Christmas lights are individually unplugged. I felt this really horrible chill run down my neck as I realized there is absolutely no logical explanation of what had just occurred and as I’m considering this the back bedroom door closed. We heard it click. It was once again locked.
We moved out the following spring. We never said it was because of the paranormal issues. However it was why we moved. The eerie feeling of that house became too much.”
Ghost report from Lorraine on January 19, 2016:
“Well gawd, where do I begin. OK, well, in 2000 my town house was built at Dun-Bloor. It was built on the old Michael Power school property on Resurrection Rd (good name for the street). Fun begins, let me tell you that house I believe ruined my marriage.
Right in front of the house is an Ontario low-income project called Mabelle Ave. My mother was relocated there and I convinced my husband to buy one of the town houses across the street so I could keep an eye on her. The house was still being built when something went terribly wrong…. My mother committed suicide in the year 2000, before my house was built.
By the time our house was built my mother was dead and I now had to live in a house that faced where she died. We were locked into a mortgage and it was out of the question for us to sell, so in 2001 we took possession.
Now for some reason I never felt alone and simply chalked it up to “my mother’s watching over me”, not so….
I would often find myself looking up at the staircase that led to the bed rooms on the second and third floor. The feeling kept growing stronger. When my husband went to work I’d stay down in the living room and stare constantly at the staircase, terrified to go up stairs until my husband came home from work.
One night my husband and I were getting ready for bed in the 3rd floor master bed suite and he layed down. I went into our bathroom to have a relaxing jacuzzi then I put on my pjs and lied down on our bed — husband in tow beside me. When all of a sudden I closed my eyes and felt something punch me in my head about 50 times from side to side. Literally I was getting boxed up both sides of my head full force. I couldn’t scream, just had to lay there and hope it would stop.
Finally when it stopped I confronted my husband and of course he was fast asleep and felt nothing. I wasn’t dreaming because I had just had a bath and just layed down. My goodness, my eyes literally just closed and this happened.
After that I was even more guarded about upstairs.
A few weeks later I was in our 3rd floor bedroom again and no sooner did I jump into bed but felt my two feet being pulled up straight. Then I felt something spin my whole body around so that my feet were now where my head was supposed to be on the pillow. My husband, who thought I was crazy, told me to go back to sleep and that I must have been dreaming.
The final straw was a few months after that. My husband was asleep and again we were upstairs in the bedroom and my lord didn’t I see a ghost of an elderly lady peeking out of my bathroom in our bedroom, not one word of a lie. She was wearing what looked to be a hospital gown, the type that is open at the back. This woman had shoulder-length grey, salt-and-pepper hair. She stood to be at least 6ft tall and had bare feet. Omg, she stood half way out of our master bathroom in our master bedroom.
I moved out of our master bedroom and stayed on the second floor in one of the bedrooms there. Still constantly having to leave my bedroom door open so I could monitor that stupid stair case I was so scared of. Needless to say, my marriage was in trouble after that.
You know what guys? After that I saw a man sitting on the end of our couch, knees held up in his arms rocking back and forth. Then I heard some deep voice say to me “heey now”. Also, separate occasion, I heard the same deep voice telling me to “stop it”. I was just loading the dish washer and I hate doing dishes any way so of course I don’t have to be told twice to stop it lol.
Bottom line, our marriage is no longer. I moved out of the house and he stayed.
Funny thing also I was reading the story about the Westmall blood and I too lived on the West Mall yet had no experiences there.
Since I left Resurrection Rd, me and my boyfriend now live in Mimico in a 3 story brown stone. And for some reason both my cats stare up at the ceiling crying or their eyes go right wide and they stare at the plain wall for hours following something. I haven’t seen anything but I did film my cat lying on the couch, and I think I captured an orb on camera. I saved it and still have it.
Mind you, I don’t feel threatened like I did when I lived in my matrimonial home on Resurrection Rd. Yet I can’t seem to shake the feeling that something followed me. Maybe it’s my dead mother who killed herself, who knows.”