Real Ghost Stories Online

Some spirits linger not to frighten, but to comfort. This chilling yet deeply moving ghost story proves that sometimes, the ones who return from the other side are the ones we loved most. For one woman, the story begins with her grandfather, “Pop-Up Ted,” a stubborn yet lovable WWII veteran who spent his later years trying to repair the mistakes of his past. His house, however, carried a heavy darkness. The family spoke of lights flickering, footsteps in empty rooms, and a woman’s apparition roaming the halls. Even Ted himself refused to sleep in a bedroom, choosing instead to rest on the kitchen floor near the back door—joking he could make a quick escape if “something came for him.” When Ted passed away in his home, the family mourned deeply, but none of them ever wanted to return to that haunted house. Years later, his granddaughter received the folded American flag from his funeral, framed with his name and dates of service. It was a gift of honor and remembrance. She hung it proudly above her fireplace

Not all hauntings are the same. Some whisper, some torment, and some leave scars that never fade. In one family’s story from Baghdad in the late 1950s, the haunting was relentless—until the horrifying truth was uncovered. It began with a boy hearing a toy train moving on its own. When he looked up, he saw a little girl in old-fashioned clothes inviting him to play. She spoke in Arabic, her name was Aline, and she appeared and vanished as if she’d never existed. Soon after, the family began experiencing terrifying activity: blankets ripped away, dishes flying from shelves, and unseen hands striking them. The haunting grew darker. His brother Sam became a sleepwalker, lured by a voice telling him to climb the stairs and jump to his death. His mother was shoved down the stairs, breaking her elbow. Prayers were the only thing that seemed to calm the house, if only briefly. This isn’t just a ghost story. It’s a chilling reminder that some hauntings don’t come from restless spirits alone—but from the dead buried

Some back roads carry more than shadows. For one teenager in western Pennsylvania, a late-night drive turned into a chilling encounter with something that wasn’t human—and it was something that smiled. It started like any other night. He and his friend were driving down a wooded shortcut, the kind of road that always felt unsettling at night, when the cars ahead suddenly slammed their brakes. At first, he thought it was a deer. But what stood above the bend in the road was no animal. It was tall. Thin. Its long, black hair hung down to its waist. Its clothes were strange—like a dark suit that didn’t fit right. No shoes. And its face… staring straight at him. Then came the grin. A wide, razor-sharp smile full of teeth that no human should ever have. Everyone saw it. Brake lights flickered as drivers hesitated between stopping and running. Finally, panic won, and they all floored it. But the nightmare didn’t end there. At the railroad tracks, just when he thought they’d escaped, the car jolted violently. Th

Some back roads carry more than shadows. For one teenager in western Pennsylvania, a late-night drive turned into a chilling encounter with something that wasn’t human—and it was something that smiled. It started like any other night. He and his friend were driving down a wooded shortcut, the kind of road that always felt unsettling at night, when the cars ahead suddenly slammed their brakes. At first, he thought it was a deer. But what stood above the bend in the road was no animal. It was tall. Thin. Its long, black hair hung down to its waist. Its clothes were strange—like a dark suit that didn’t fit right. No shoes. And its face… staring straight at him. Then came the grin. A wide, razor-sharp smile full of teeth that no human should ever have. Everyone saw it. Brake lights flickered as drivers hesitated between stopping and running. Finally, panic won, and they all floored it. But the nightmare didn’t end there. At the railroad tracks, just when he thought they’d escaped, the car jolted violently. Th

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE! Anthony Almaraz didn’t have to learn to believe in ghosts. He lived with them. From his earliest years, his childhood home was a battleground of the unexplained—objects hurling themselves across rooms, shadow figures lurking in doorways, and doppelgängers mimicking his every move. It wasn’t just spooky… it was violent. These weren’t your average ghost stories. These were relentless encounters with something unseen. Something intelligent. And something angry. By adulthood, Anthony wasn’t running from the fear anymore—he was chasing answers. What haunted his past? Why did it target his family? And what did it want? We discuss Anthony’s deeply personal quest to uncover the truth behind his haunted childhood—and what still lingers in the shadows today. #HauntedChildhood #TheGraveTalks #DoppelgangerEncounters #TrueGhostStories #PoltergeistActivity #RealHauntings #GrowingUpHaunted #ParanormalPodcast #GhostEncounters #ViolentHauntings #Hauntings #Paranormal #Ghosts Love

On this edition of Real Ghost Stories Online Live, the darkness begins in a cemetery. Allie from Philadelphia shares one of the earliest ghost stories she ever heard—passed down from her skeptical father. As a teen, her father and friends gathered in a family cemetery one night. When one boy tried to vandalize a tombstone, everything stopped. A voice cut through the silence: “Hey, you kids!” Blocking the only exit was a towering figure in a top hat. No face. No features. Just a shadow, impossibly tall and pointing straight at them. The boys scattered in panic, but the image seared itself into her father’s memory. Days later, in the local library, he found a sepia family portrait. The patriarch of the cemetery’s owners stared back from the photo—tall, hat perched high—the same man they had seen days before. This chilling tale leads into the enduring mystery of the “Top Hat Man,” a figure reported worldwide—looming shadows in hats, watching silently before vanishing. Are they spirits dressed in their finest,

Some hauntings stay in one place. Others stay with you. This is the true story of a woman who has been stalked for decades by a male presence that began as a shadow in childhood — and has only grown darker, bolder, and more terrifying with time. Since she was seven or eight years old, she has felt him. At first, he appeared in shadows, in small disturbances. Then, after moving back into the neighborhood where it all began, the entity returned with a vengeance. Her boyfriend saw him first — a tall figure dressed in black, lurking in the backyard exactly as she had predicted. Soon after, the haunting escalated: sudden storms of wind isolated only to her yard, blinding lights flashing from nowhere, and the horrifying sound of ten windows banging at once. The haunting grew more complex. Her boyfriend saw a blonde female ghost, later revealed to be “Sara,” a protective spirit who had been with her family for years. But Sara’s presence only enraged the male entity. They demanded he leave, and for a moment, he did

This true story comes from Grass Valley, California—a gold-mining town in the Sierra Nevada foothills—where bedtime meant being watched through a sliding glass door. The witness was barely two when a grown figure with black, sunken eyes and too many teeth stared in, smiling. Seconds before her scream, Smoky the cat shot up, hissing and arched, fixated on that same door. Mom never saw the intruder, but she never forgot the terror—or the animal’s reaction. They moved out a few months later. Years later in Alta Sierra, inside her grandparents’ brand-new home, a voice whispered from behind a closed closet—calling a name that wasn’t hers: “Maylene… come here.” It sounded exactly like her uncle, who lived hundreds of miles away. She shouted, “I’m not Maylene!” and fled. Grandpa found no one. From then on, she and her sister never slept alone—Muffin the Siamese stood nightly guard. Was the first encounter a shadow person? A demonic mimic that steals the voices of the living? Can a new build really keep out a real

When a child dies, some say their spirit lingers—not to haunt, but to remind us that love never truly fades. This gripping, emotional true story—told on Real Ghost Stories Online—follows a man devastated by the loss of his infant son. After countless attempts to have a child, the couple finally welcomed a baby boy. But joy quickly turned to heartbreak. The child passed away from complications just a month after birth… and what followed was a spiral of unbearable grief. The father, broken and drunk, was found sobbing at his child’s grave, clutching a handgun. The police standoff could’ve ended in tragedy. But somehow, it didn’t. What happened next, however, was just as unexplainable. On a visit to the cemetery, the car radio turned on by itself—blaring “Hurt” by Nine Inch Nails. Out of a 5-disc CD changer with dozens of tracks, that one song began playing. Later that night, the same exact song played again—on a mainstream pop radio station known for Goo Goo Dolls and Hootie & the Blowfish, not industri

Some houses creak. Others whisper. And some… breathe. In 2013, a family of five and their two little dogs moved into a small rental home in North Charleston, South Carolina. At first, it seemed like nothing more than an aging house—small rooms, narrow halls, and the laundry room out the back. But almost immediately, the family realized this was no ordinary home. Footsteps in empty rooms. Whispers in the night. Their dogs, barked at unseen corners, then ran to curl up with the children as if guarding them. Three encounters would forever mark this house as haunted. The first came from a neighbor. She claimed she saw a boy sitting at her dining room table. The second encounter was more personal. And the final event ended their time there. That was it. They packed up and left, never looking back. This wasn’t just a haunted house. This was a presence that wanted them gone. #RealGhostStoriesOnline #HauntedHouse #ParanormalActivity #CharlestonHaunting #TrueGhostStory #GhostlyEncounter #WomanInWhite #ParanormalE

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE! Lance Anderson didn’t have a normal childhood. He grew up in a house where the dead never truly left. Night after night, he and his siblings witnessed the impossible—phantom footsteps, shadowy figures, and voices from nowhere. But their parents refused to believe. It was just imagination. Just nerves. Just nothing. But it wasn’t nothing. It never was. Those early encounters planted a lifelong obsession in Lance. An obsession that led him into the world of paranormal investigation—and eventually into a career that placed him face-to-face with death itself. The morgue. A place where silence reigns, and the dead are meant to rest. But not all of them do. Some of the bodies that pass through the cold steel drawers still have stories to tell… and not all are willing to stay quiet. We explore the haunted life of Lance Anderson—from childhood hauntings to ghostly morgue encounters, and the spirits who refuse to let go. This is Part Two of our conversation. #HauntedLife #La

It begins with laughter—bizarre dreams, even surreal ones of hanging out with the Kardashians. But the tone shifts when Candace calls with her own haunting. A bottle of wine mysteriously appears inside her washing machine. Garage lights flicker wildly, then shut off for good when she commands, “Grandma, knock it off.” Footsteps thunder across the floor when no one is awake. Candace believes it’s her grandmother—playful, protective, never cruel. Yet as the hosts note, sometimes we give unknown forces a familiar name because it feels safer than facing what they truly might be. Then comes a darker tale—one of obsession, possession, and fear. A childhood séance in the woods unleashes something a boy named Lee calls Xny. At first, it seems like a game: rolling eyes, strange symbols, eerie voices on the phone. But terror follows. Blue figures flicker in the shadows. Objects hurl from walls. Lee knows things no one told him. And then—Heather, the girl he pined for, collapses, gasping for breath as invisible hands s

Some ghost stories begin in childhood — and never truly end. This is the true story of a haunting that started with a lullaby in the dark and spiraled into years of footsteps, cold spots, and terrifying poltergeist activity. It began when she was just four years old, lying in bed unable to sleep. That’s when a woman’s voice began to sing a lullaby. The room was empty, the only TV in the house was silent, and yet the voice was there. Later, she felt the unmistakable presence of someone sitting by her bed — even a touch against her arm through the blanket. Her house grew stranger as she grew older. At night, the hallway always seemed to have eyes. Footsteps echoed when no one walked. The porch door screeched open and shut even when she stood right in front of it. But the true escalation came in grade eight, when she and her best friend Annie began to notice cold spots at school — icy breezes brushing only their necks or shoulders. Annie later woke to a tall, glowing white figure at the end of her bed. Around

They live above the dead. And the dead still walk below. In this unforgettable episode of Real Ghost Stories Online, host Carol Hughes takes us deep into a paranormal hotspot unlike any other—a former funeral home built in the 1880s. Now converted into apartments and businesses, this building has a long, buried history that still echoes through its walls… and tunnels. Yes—tunnels. Because underneath this Midwestern town runs an underground network once used by the Underground Railroad, Al Capone, and God knows what else. The basement remains untouched, cobblestone-lined, with an original casket elevator and the scent of hay still embedded in its walls from its days housing horses for funeral processions. Carol’s nephew Giovanni lives in the upstairs apartment. His roommate? A shadowy female presence he’s named Chelsea. From the moment he moved in, strange things began: doors stuck shut, ceiling fan chains swinging violently with no wind, and a full-bodied apparition of a woman with a large bun walking acro

A chilling recurring dream. A shadow darker than darkness. And a terrifying realization: He wasn’t the only one who saw it. For nearly 20 years, one man has had the same dream—a memory that takes him back to his grandmother’s house, where fear clung to the staircase like a living thing. As a child, the stairs were more than just a way to the second floor. They were a threshold. A place where something waited. In the dream, it starts the same every time: the fear. The sprint to the top. And then—the shadow figure. Sometimes it’s hunched at the top of the stairs. Sometimes it looms from the ceiling, darker than any corner. Sometimes it follows him—always silent, always watching. For years, he believed it was just a nightmare. But on a recent visit with his family, everything changed. As he casually mentioned the dream to his mother, both of his younger sisters froze. They’d had the same dream. In the same house. In the same spot. This terrifying true story begs the question—can nightmares be shared? Was it

Some hauntings don’t just cling to houses—they linger in the places people loved most. This is the terrifying and unforgettable story of a haunted bar in Leesville, Louisiana, where a ghost refused to leave the job she once dedicated her life to. Back in the 1970s, a young worker was hired to help renovate a run-down brick building that had once been a lively bar and disco. Its massive wooden bar had been hauled all the way from Bourbon Street in New Orleans, but the glamour was long gone. Rats ran across the shelves, drunks swore they saw things no one else could, and the air itself carried a strange energy. One night around 3:30 a.m., while painting the ceiling alone, the worker felt the unmistakable sensation of being watched. Turning his head, he saw an elderly woman in glasses, a green hat, and an old coat with a brooch. She smiled but said nothing. When he climbed down to approach her, she simply vanished. The haunting stopped after the renovations, as if the spirit had been released, proud to see th

Some hauntings leave scratches, voices, or whispers. Others leave a mark so deep you can never forget them. This is one of those stories. Anonymous shares a chilling true paranormal encounter from Christmas night, 2007. Staying at their parents’ house, they awoke at 3 a.m. from a nightmare of being chased by a man with a knife. Shaken, they glanced toward the doorway—and saw what they thought was their mother standing there. But something was wrong. The figure was completely black—solid, not shadow. Behind it, a strange orange glow. It didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Only raised its hand to its mouth, as if smoking. That made sense—Mom smoked. Until they looked back at the bed and felt their mother’s form still asleep beneath the blankets. The realization hit hard: whatever stood in the doorway was not her. When they spoke to it, the entity raised its hand again—this time not like smoking, but like hushing. The gesture of silence made their blood run cold. They reached for their mother in bed, confirmed she w

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE! Lance Anderson didn’t have a normal childhood. He grew up in a house where the dead never truly left. Night after night, he and his siblings witnessed the impossible—phantom footsteps, shadowy figures, and voices from nowhere. But their parents refused to believe. It was just imagination. Just nerves. Just nothing. But it wasn’t nothing. It never was. Those early encounters planted a lifelong obsession in Lance. An obsession that led him into the world of paranormal investigation—and eventually into a career that placed him face-to-face with death itself. The morgue. A place where silence reigns, and the dead are meant to rest. But not all of them do. Some of the bodies that pass through the cold steel drawers still have stories to tell… and not all are willing to stay quiet. We explore the haunted life of Lance Anderson—from childhood hauntings to ghostly morgue encounters, and the spirits who refuse to let go. #HauntedLife #LanceAnderson #MorgueGhosts #TheGraveTal

Every house keeps secrets, but some refuse to stay quiet. This is Amy’s chilling story—a tale of love, family, and the forces that claimed her home before she could. At just seventeen, pregnant and hopeful, Amy moved with her partner Kev into a modest house in Seaham. From the first day, the walls betrayed them. A deafening crash shook the upstairs. That night, footsteps thundered through the halls, furniture dragged, and the nursery drawers toppled into the hallway beneath a gaping attic hatch. From then on, the haunting never let up. Teacups vanished and returned in bizarre formations. Shadows clung to the stairs. Voices whispered. Cold mists lingered where no steam should have been. The most terrifying moment came when Amy awoke to see an old woman leaning over her newborn’s crib. Days later, she recognized the face—Kev’s great-grandmother, dead for decades. Recordings captured phantom arguments upstairs, ending with the chilling declaration: “This is my effing house.” Dreams turned violent. Kev’s young

Some hauntings announce themselves with slamming doors and violent screams. Others creep in quietly, folding themselves into the rhythm of your life until you can’t tell where the ordinary ends and the extraordinary begins. This is a true story of one woman’s experience with real hauntings in Iceland — encounters so chilling they blur the line between life and death. When she and her boyfriend moved into a small apartment, the first sign was subtle: a spirit that copied voices. She heard her boyfriend speaking and even felt him sit on the bed — only for him to walk in minutes later from outside. Soon, the ghost mimicked her friend’s invented Dungeons & Dragons character, proving it wasn’t just her imagination. The activity grew bolder after they bought an older house. There, she heard phantom children running upstairs, witnessed hair-pulling from unseen hands, and even spotted a ghost kitten she named Julia walking across her bed. Friends agreed the home felt strangely warm, yet the nights told a differ