Real Ghost Stories Online

Hospitals are supposed to be places of science, order, and routine. But what happens when the night shift starts to feel… watched? Rebecca, a nurse in Nova Scotia, shares what really happens after midnight on a former pediatric unit turned cardiac ward. The door still says playroom, but the rooms now hold isolated and end-of-life patients. And yet, something else seems to live down that hallway. It begins with a dark figure crossing from Room 13 to Room 12, even though every patient there is bedridden and every staff member is at the desk. Then comes the disembodied sobbing that only she can hear on break — loud, heartbroken crying that no one else on the unit remembers. Is this just the mind under stress, or has a child’s spirit been left behind in a ward that forgot it used to belong to her? #realghoststoriesonline #hauntedhospital #ghoststories #paranormalpodcast #pediatricghost #shadowfigure #nightshiftstories #cardiacunit #trueghoststory #spiritchild #supernaturalencounters #creepystory Love real gh

What if the promise “I’ll always be with you” didn’t end at the grave? Colleen went back into a house built by love, grief, and forty-two years of memories… and a husband who might not be ready to move out. It starts with a simple favor: check a few jewelry boxes for a ring. Instead, she watches a fragile glass chimney lift, travel through the air, and drop to the floor without breaking — as if an unseen hand wanted her attention. Months later, the same impossible thing happens again. Then comes moving day. The widow is already on the road to her new home when a heavy industrial roll of shrink wrap launches itself off the hearth and flies across the room. No open doors. No breeze. No one nearby. Is this just a house full of memories refusing to let go? A protective husband protesting every change? Or proof that the energy we leave behind can still shove, fling, and fling again when we’re not ready to say goodbye? #realghoststoriesonline #hauntedhouse #paranormalpodcast #ghoststories #poltergeistactivity #

Old houses have a way of holding on to memories. But in one century home just outside Toronto, those memories were very much alive. When three friends moved into the creaky, uneven rooms of a Stouffville farmhouse, they expected a bit of character — not nightly whispers drifting from the dining room. Not footsteps pacing the hall. Not the feeling of a child quietly standing in the corner, just out of sight. Then came the name — spelled one letter at a time through a crystal pendulum: J-A-C-O-B. Months later, as they packed to leave, the ceiling gave up its secret — a small wooden box hidden above the stairs. Inside were marbles, a sports card, and a note written in a child’s careful hand. Two words: Jacob Williams. Coincidence? Or proof that the boy they’d spoken to had been listening all along? #TrueGhostStory #HauntedHouse #ChildSpirit #RealHaunting #GhostStories #ParanormalActivity #Poltergeist #HauntedHome #RealGhostStoriesOnline #CreepyEncounters Love real ghost stories? Don’t just listen—join us o

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE! Some psychics are drawn to haunted places. But Amy Raudabaugh walked into the Samuel Miller Mansion and felt something far stranger—the house was drawn to her. Built in 1804, the mansion has worn many identities over the centuries, yet its deepest stories remain undocumented, hidden beneath layers of dust, renovations, and silence. When Amy stepped inside for the first time, the atmosphere shifted. The rooms felt watchful. The energy felt expectant. And Amy—who has spent years navigating the spirit world—immediately knew the spirits inside had been waiting for someone who could finally hear them. Psychic medium Amy Raudabaugh joins us to share what the mansion revealed: the voices that rose from forgotten corners, the shadows that moved with purpose, and the strange sense that the past wasn’t willing to stay buried. What happens when a psychic forms a bond with a two-century-old home that seems alive with unfinished business? And what, exactly, does the Samuel Miller

It was supposed to be their dream home—an old 1915 house with white siding, creaking porch boards, and that nostalgic scent of cedar and history. But behind one closed door lurked something ancient… something that didn’t want to be forgotten. The cats knew it first. They’d scratch, hiss, and soil the floor whenever the door to that small adjoining bedroom was left open. Then came the child—his one-year-old niece—who burst into tears the moment she saw the dark doorway, refusing to cross its threshold. Weeks later, the nights turned strange. Dishes moved on their own. The cats’ food bowls slid across the floor, perfectly lined up by the front door. Voices whispered in the garage where his father had once worked—and died. Dreams bled into waking hours, carrying the same warning: “You shouldn’t be here.” Was it the house? The land? Or was it something far worse—a curse that had followed his bloodline for generations, feeding on tragedy and loss? When you grow up surrounded by whispers, shadows, and the sound o

Some people beg the universe for a sign. He grew up with twelve. From childhood, he was never truly alone. A second thought, then a third, then a quiet chorus of voices moved through his life like invisible companions. They whispered exam answers, translated dead languages he’d never studied, and pulled him away from danger — once screaming at him not to get in a car that later crashed and killed his friend. They weren’t cruel. They weren’t chaotic. They were calm, wise, strangely loving. Across countries and careers, they guided him into promotions, out of toxic alliances, even into — and out of — a marriage. To coworkers he was intuitive, almost psychic. Only he knew there was a committee of unseen advisers standing just behind his thoughts. Then came Tintagel Castle in Cornwall. As he stepped onto the ancient cliffs, the voices went silent for the first and only time. A single impression slid through before they vanished: We can’t follow you in there. Are they spirits, guardians, or something far older

He thought he was just binging a ghost podcast to get through lockdown. But after Dave from the UK hit “play,” his quiet house started to answer back. First came the small things: TV channels flicking on their own, shadows slipping through the corner of his vision, the living room light dimming even though no one had touched the switch. Then his new golden retriever began to stare into empty corners and growl at nothing Dave could see. Was it his beloved late dog checking in… or something else drawn in by all the ghost talk? In the same episode, a hospital nurse’s story takes things even darker: patients on a trauma floor hearing phantom children, cupboards in OR2 exploding open all at once, supplies crashing to the ground as if an invisible hand had finally had enough. So here’s the unsettling question: Does simply listening to stories of the dead invite them into your life? #HauntedListener #ParanormalPodcast #GhostDog #HauntedHospital #NurseStories #RealGhostStories #ShadowFigures #SpiritActivity #Cree

Some dreams fade by morning. Hers never did. Growing up in Louisiana, she watched her family pass one by one—grandparents, then her father—but the goodbyes didn’t end at the hospital. A shadow at the foot of her bed the moment her grandfather died. A grandmother in a blue-flowered blouse silently insisting she check on her feverish daughter… just in time. And a father who wasted away from cancer, only to return healthy, smiling, and standing behind her headboard with one cryptic message: “I’m on level three.” In these vivid visitation dreams, their mouths never moved, yet every word was clear. The details never blurred. The warnings were precise. And the love felt just as strong as it did in life. Were these simply grief-soaked dreams… or proof that the bonds of family don’t end with death? #VisitationDreams #AfterlifeSigns #ParanormalStory #NewOrleansSpirits #FamilyFromBeyond #RealGhostStories #DreamVisit #MessagesFromTheDead #LevelThree #CreepyComfort Love real ghost stories? Don’t just listen—join us

They went to bed upset with each other—no resolution, no final word, just the kind of unfinished tension that hangs in the air long after the lights go out. Maybe that’s why he woke up the way he did.  Because sometime in the middle of the night, he became aware of their bedroom… without ever opening his eyes. The moonlight cut across the room in a dim, cold-blue wash, and he could see everything—every shadow, every shape—despite being completely unable to move. And something else could see him too. He felt it before he could understand it: a presence, slow and deliberate, drifting toward the bed as if checking whether he was awake. It came close—close enough to feel—but never touched him. Never breathed. Never stepped. Just approached. Something had been in the room with them. #SleepParalysis #ParanormalStory #HauntedNights #ShadowEntity #RealGhostStories #BedroomHaunting #AstralTerror #TrueParanormal #SomethingInTheRoom #CreepyTales Love real ghost stories? Don’t just listen—join us on YouTube and be p

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE! Some psychics are drawn to haunted places. But Amy Raudabaugh walked into the Samuel Miller Mansion and felt something far stranger—the house was drawn to her. Built in 1804, the mansion has worn many identities over the centuries, yet its deepest stories remain undocumented, hidden beneath layers of dust, renovations, and silence. When Amy stepped inside for the first time, the atmosphere shifted. The rooms felt watchful. The energy felt expectant. And Amy—who has spent years navigating the spirit world—immediately knew the spirits inside had been waiting for someone who could finally hear them. Psychic medium Amy Raudabaugh joins us to share what the mansion revealed: the voices that rose from forgotten corners, the shadows that moved with purpose, and the strange sense that the past wasn’t willing to stay buried. What happens when a psychic forms a bond with a two-century-old home that seems alive with unfinished business? And what, exactly, does the Samuel Miller

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE! Some kids grow up with monsters under the bed.  Andy Hopkins grew up with them in the hallway — awake, watching, waiting. From the time he was young, spirits seemed to find him with unsettling ease. Shadows that paused just long enough to be noticed. Footsteps that crossed the house with purpose. Nights when the air felt charged with something that didn’t want him there. Andy wasn’t just seeing ghosts… they were seeing him, too. And not all of them were harmless. What began as a strange sensitivity soon turned into a battle he never asked for — a childhood shaped by whispers, moving darkness, and the sense that something was always just out of view, edging closer. His “gift” wasn’t a doorway into wonder. It was an invitation for the dead to step in and stay. This is Part Two of our conversation. #TheGraveTalks #RealGhostStories #ChildhoodHaunting #PsychicGift #SpiritEncounters #ShadowPeople #ParanormalStory #GrowingUpHaunted #GhostlyWhispers #CreepyEncounters Love

Some hauntings fade when you grow up. Hers waited. Through her childhood, footsteps sprinted toward her bed, scratching filled her closet, and pounding echoed from the attic above her head. She left the house, got married, started a new life — but the haunting followed. Something pulled her off her bed. Something wrapped fingers around her throat. And one night, something climbed into bed behind her… giggling, childlike, with hollow eye sockets and limbs that weren’t human. Her son began hearing the footsteps. Doors slammed. Beds shook. Even the dog growled at empty hallways. She tried blessings, prayers, sage — nothing stopped it. Because this wasn’t a house haunting. It was her haunting. An entity tied to her trauma, her darkest years, her pain. Something that fed on weakness — and hated the faith she grew into. It wants her afraid. It wants her broken. It wants her son. #TrueGhostStory #RealHaunting #DemonicEntity #ParanormalActivity #ShadowCreature #SleepParalysis #HauntedLife #ScaryStorytime #Supern

It started as a late-night joke — a Ouija board, a few teenagers, and a spirit calling itself something none of them recognized. But whatever they contacted didn’t stay behind. When his brother came home early, shaken and pouring salt across his doorway, he thought it was just teenage drama. Maybe drugs. Maybe a prank. But then came the tapping on the windows. The footsteps no one else heard. The shadow waiting at the foot of his bed until he fell asleep… and the hands that tried to drag him out of it. Soon the house began waking everyone — TVs blasting on full volume, chairs sliding across the floor, water shutting off by itself. And just when they thought it couldn’t escalate further, something in the dark left three deep scratches across his arm… without him ever feeling it happen. Whatever followed his brother home wasn’t done with them. Not yet. #GhostStory #ParanormalActivity #RealGhostStories #HauntedHouse #DemonicEncounter #SupernaturalStory #ScaryStories #GhostFollowedUsHome #PoltergeistActivity

Some places don’t feel haunted at first. They just feel… wrong. For her, it started with a nightmare — a warning from an aunt who shouldn’t have been able to speak anymore. A single word: Leave. She tried to brush it off. Teenagers always think they’re imagining things. But then came the fear that hit out of nowhere. The kitchen noises no one else heard. The violent crash of dishes that didn’t leave a single mess behind. And finally, the shadow by the back door — solid enough to attack, gone before anything touched the ground. What do you do when the house behaves like it’s alive, tearing itself apart one minute and standing perfectly still the next? When the warning you ignored starts sounding more like a countdown? This is the night she realized something in that tiny town wasn’t just trying to scare her…It wanted her out. #RealGhostStoriesOnline #HauntedHouse #TrueGhostStory #ParanormalActivity #Poltergeist #ShadowFigure #DemonicHaunting #HauntedKitchen #SmallTownHaunting #GhostStoriesPodcast #CreepySt

She grew up trying to convince herself the strange sounds were just the house settling… the cold spots just bad insulation… the shadows just tricks of the dark. But when you wake up frozen, unable to move, listening to raspy breath in your ear and feeling fingers clamp around your ankle, it’s hard to pretend anymore — especially when you open your eyes the next morning and find black handprints in soot burned into your skin. And then came the night the world melted. The night the hallway twisted like wet paint… and a train — impossible, roaring, real — barreled straight toward her in a house forty miles from any tracks. Some hauntings echo. Some stalk. But this one? This one followed her into adulthood, into therapy, into nightmares that still haven’t stopped. #HauntedHouse#TrueGhostStory #ShadowPeople #ParanormalActivity #SleepParalysis #RealGhostStoriesOnline #GhostChild #DemonicHaunting #HauntedAlabama #NightTerror #PoltergeistActivity #SupernaturalStory Love real ghost stories? Don’t just listen—join

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE! Some kids grow up with monsters under the bed.  Andy Hopkins grew up with them in the hallway — awake, watching, waiting. From the time he was young, spirits seemed to find him with unsettling ease. Shadows that paused just long enough to be noticed. Footsteps that crossed the house with purpose. Nights when the air felt charged with something that didn’t want him there. Andy wasn’t just seeing ghosts… they were seeing him, too. And not all of them were harmless. What began as a strange sensitivity soon turned into a battle he never asked for — a childhood shaped by whispers, moving darkness, and the sense that something was always just out of view, edging closer. His “gift” wasn’t a doorway into wonder. It was an invitation for the dead to step in and stay. #TheGraveTalks #RealGhostStories #ChildhoodHaunting #PsychicGift #SpiritEncounters #ShadowPeople #ParanormalStory #GrowingUpHaunted #GhostlyWhispers #CreepyEncounters Love real ghost stories? Don’t just listen—

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE! Chicago has its fair share of legends — but some stories never made it onto the postcards. Long-time investigator Tony Szabelski has walked the alleys, theaters, and hotel hallways where the city’s ghosts still linger. And few places hold as much residual fear as the Iroquois Theater, where a single night of chaos left spirits with nowhere left to run. Then there’s the Congress Plaza Hotel — a place so charged with unexplained activity that even seasoned investigators refuse to wander certain floors alone. In this conversation, Tony doesn’t just recount history; he brings you into the echo of it — the footsteps that shouldn’t exist, the whispers that travel down century-old corridors, and the sense that in Chicago, tragedy doesn’t just fade… it settles in. If you’ve ever wondered what truly haunts the Windy City after dark, this is the doorway. This is Part Two of our conversation. #TheGraveTalks #ChicagoHauntings #CongressPlazaHotel #IroquoisTheater #HauntedChicago

At fifteen, alone in Spain and accused of things he never did, he woke one night completely paralyzed—unable to move, unable to scream, watching a jagged, clawed hand reach for his face as a living shadow slid through his window. The room froze. A bodiless voice repeated the same chilling phrase three times: “The twins. The twins. The twins.” Then came months of psychic attacks—soul-pulling sensations, crushing chest pains, and icy forces that stalked him through empty siesta streets. When he finally left his aunt’s home, the attacks stopped. For a while. Until Ireland. One quiet night, his wife woke him, terrified. They both heard footsteps, rattling, breathing. A cold, curious presence stood outside their bedroom door, watching—not hunting, not harming, simply observing. And when they saw the shadow glide across their yard, everything he thought he knew shattered. Because this time, the Shadow wasn’t evil. It was interested. And that, he says, is what haunts him most. #ShadowPeople #TrueGhostStory #Para

They thought they were being clever — buying a Ouija board from a metaphysical shop named ISIS and lighting the one candle color the instructions specifically warned them not to use. It was supposed to be a joke. A dare. A twenty-minute thrill. But “Dan” wasn’t a joke. The first sign was small: a single shoe flipping itself upright on the carpet while she watched. Then a kitchen cabinet she’d left open turned into a box of taco shells hurled across the room. The bed started vibrating at night — not shaking, but humming, as if someone was lying beside her, trying to get her attention. And then came the moment she still can’t explain: brushing her hair in the living room, alone… until a hand she couldn’t see smoothed the strands down her back. That was when her boyfriend — the skeptic — admitted he’d been seeing things too. #OuijaExperience #RealGhostStories #ParanormalEncounter #HauntedHome #SpiritActivity #CreepyStorytime #UnexplainedPhenomena #GhostEncounters #Smudging #SupernaturalPresence #HauntingStor

Some kids are afraid of the dark. Amanda learned to be afraid of the quiet. Home alone for one of the first times, curled up in front of the TV in a tiny Willow Street apartment, she thought the worst thing that could happen was her parents taking too long at the grocery store. Instead, something else showed up. Out of the corner of her eye, a shape gathered itself at the end of the hallway. Not a shadow exactly. Not a person, either. A white, misty figure that somehow felt male, standing just outside her parents’ bedroom, looking straight at her — as if it had been there a while, waiting for the right moment to be seen. Then it did something that still haunts her decades later. It slowly raised a hand, pressed a finger to where its lips should be, and told her—without a sound—to be quiet. Because sometimes your first paranormal experience isn’t loud or violent. It just looks at you, asks you not to tell, and walks calmly back into your parents’ room. #RealGhostStories #TrueParanormal #HauntedApartment #