Real Ghost Stories Online

A terrifying true story of a young woman haunted, attacked, and stalked by a spirit that latched onto her with violent obsession. Emma’s story starts in a small home in Auckland, New Zealand, where the paranormal crept in quietly. At first, it was just a feeling—like someone was in the room with her. But that presence escalated. Over time, the touches began. Light brushes. Then pressure. Then slaps. Then a human bite mark that left her with no doubt: this wasn’t her imagination. What followed was a decade-long battle with an unseen entity that wasn’t bound to a location—it was bound to her. Even worse, no one believed her. Not her strict parents. Not the friends who brushed it off—until they, too, felt a cold hand stroke their hair or a slap from nowhere. Even miles away, in dorms and sleepovers, the presence remained. It wasn’t the house that was haunted—it was Emma. This real haunting defies easy explanation. Was it a poltergeist? A jealous ghost? Or something darker—a demonic attachment with a personal

True story of a haunted house in rural Iowa that locked one woman out again and again—until something truly unexplainable happened. When Jessica and her family moved from sunny California to a small town west of Iowa City, they thought they'd found a peaceful new beginning. But their dream home had other plans. From the very first morning, strange events began unfolding—starting with Jessica getting mysteriously locked out of the house… in her pajamas… while desperately needing the bathroom. At first, it was brushed off as a draft or bad luck. But when it started happening repeatedly—and only to Jessica—it was clear something more sinister was at play. The most chilling moment came later that day. As Jessica and her husband were preparing lunch, their beagle Ranger began barking at the basement door. Suddenly, they both heard it: the sound of a dog running up the basement stairs, scratching, yapping—desperate to be let out. The problem? They didn’t own another dog. What followed was a terrifying few momen

When a teenager cleaning out his grandparents' attic in Connecticut stumbled upon an old Ouija board, he had no idea he was uncovering a dark family legacy. Hidden in a dusty box, the board seemed like a harmless novelty—until his mother saw it. What followed was a moment of uncharacteristic fury and fear. She confiscated it on the spot, refusing to even let it stay in the house. Only later did she reveal the chilling reason behind her reaction. As a young girl, she and her friend had used the same board. When they asked who they were speaking to, it responded: “I am neither. I am dead.” The board continued to spell out a full name, birth and death dates, and a chilling statement: “I was murdered.” The next day, the girls rode to the local graveyard and found the grave—exactly as the board described, behind the big oak tree. Was it just a coincidence? A subconscious trick? Or proof that the board really is a conduit to something we don't fully understand? #OuijaBoard #RealGhostStories #ParanormalPodcast #

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE! Kaycee Colbrun wasn’t like the other kids. While they were learning to tie their shoes or play hopscotch, she was astral projecting around the house. Holding silent conversations with animals. Chatting casually with a grandfather she had never met in life. From the very beginning, the boundary between this world and the next was thin for Kaycee—so thin, she sometimes forgot most people couldn’t see what she did. But that kind of sensitivity comes at a cost. As she grew older, the energy around her intensified. Spirits came not just with messages, but with emotions. Warnings. Echoes of pain. The world became louder, more complicated—beautiful, but often overwhelming. Kaycee opens up about what it’s really like to grow up “open”—to live your life walking the line between the seen and unseen. Her story isn’t about ghosts lurking in the dark… it’s about what happens when the spirits walk right beside you, every single day. This is Part Two of our conversation. #PsychicMe

It begins lightheartedly—with dreams of strange alternate lives and even celebrity encounters in the dreamscape. But the tone shifts when Candace calls with a story that blurs the line between comfort and fear. Her grandmother passed in 2011. A year later, Candace and her husband bought their first home. For a while, it was quiet—until he moved in. Then came the disturbances: footsteps in empty rooms, objects vanishing and reappearing, tools gone missing only to resurface later. The strangest moment was the washing machine incident. For her twenty-first birthday, her husband had secretly hidden a bottle of wine high on a basement shelf. Candace didn’t even know it existed. Yet one day, she opened the washer—and found the bottle inside, intact and waiting. Neither of them had touched it. Other moments followed. Around a backyard bonfire, the garage motion-sensor light flickered wildly until Candace snapped, “Grandma, knock it off!” Instantly, the light shut off—and never worked again. Even her skeptical mot

Some haunted house tales end when you move. This one didn’t. This true story is about a presence that wasn’t tied to a Victorian hallway or a basement door—it was tied to her. From Florenceville, New Brunswick, to Moses Lake, Washington, to Central Wisconsin, a human-shaped void followed across borders and years. If you’re looking for a real haunting that reads like midnight, this is it. She was six when it began—peering through the railings of a towering Victorian in Florenceville. A man’s voice called her name. She ran to the landing… and froze. Below, a figure looked up: a perfect silhouette of a man with no face, darker than darkness itself. She screamed. Life pretended to return to normal. But the ordinary had slipped. By fourteen in Central Wisconsin, the dread returned—panic attacks, midnight wake-ups, the sense of being observed. Then proof: beads on her closet handle rattled violently as her dog snapped awake. She looked up—and saw him, full-bodied, a shadow person that absorbed the room. And yet,

They moved from California to start fresh — a small town in Iowa, a charming house with room for their kids, dogs, and dreams. But the house had other plans. The first red flag? The door slammed and locked her outside on Day One. In her pajamas. No wind, no trick latch — and worse, it kept happening. Always to her. Never anyone else. But that was just the beginning. One morning, as they unpacked and settled in, their dog Ranger began fixating on the basement door, ears perked, tail stiff. Then, from the other side of that door, it began: frantic paws pounding up the stairs, sharp scratching, high-pitched barking — the sounds of a trapped dog begging to be let out. Problem was, all their dogs were upstairs. Frozen in place, they watched the door rattle as Ranger barked back, hair raised. Convinced a stray had somehow gotten inside, they opened the basement door slowly, expecting a small dog to rush out. But there was nothing. Not a sound. Not a shadow. The basement was completely empty. The phantom sounds

What if the ghost story you laughed at as a child turned out to be horrifyingly real? This is the true story of a glowing maid from beyond the grave—seen walking through an attic door in a massive Victorian home built in 1900, nestled in a quiet riverside town in Iowa. For over 15 years, one woman’s sister claimed a ghostly maid lived in the attic, but everyone chalked it up to childish imagination… until one chilling night changed everything. Now 8 months pregnant, our storyteller was spending the night with her grandmother, like she often did, enjoying wine and reruns of The Golden Girls. But when she woke at 2:35 AM, expecting her dog to need a bathroom break, she saw something impossible—a full-bodied glowing apparition of a maid, dressed in old-fashioned black and white, gliding out of the attic and dusting the room like it was still 1905. She wasn’t dreaming. She pinched herself. Twice. The dogs didn’t move. Her grandmother didn’t stir. The ghost just kept… cleaning. When the TV turned on, the spirit

When Carrie agreed to help babysit for her best friend in a historic waterfront duplex, she expected late nights, diapers, and maybe a few creaky floorboards. What she didn’t expect were phantom footsteps, voices over the baby monitor, and a room so unnerving she couldn’t bring herself to look directly at the glass-paneled door. In this episode of Real Ghost Stories Online, Carrie recounts the subtle, creeping unease that built over weeks of babysitting in the Dock Street duplex. The upstairs room—bare except for boxes—always felt watched. Strange thumps, the sound of a ball rolling, and toys moving on their own added to the mystery. But nothing prepared her for the slow, heavy footsteps directly above her while the baby slept. Years later, her friend Dee confirmed what Carrie feared: the house may have been haunted. Her son laughed at unseen visitors in his crib and tracked something invisible with his eyes. Then came the final blow—a child had died in that home over a century earlier. What started as an

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE! Kaycee Colbrun wasn’t like the other kids. While they were learning to tie their shoes or play hopscotch, she was astral projecting around the house. Holding silent conversations with animals. Chatting casually with a grandfather she had never met in life. From the very beginning, the boundary between this world and the next was thin for Kaycee—so thin, she sometimes forgot most people couldn’t see what she did. But that kind of sensitivity comes at a cost. As she grew older, the energy around her intensified. Spirits came not just with messages, but with emotions. Warnings. Echoes of pain. The world became louder, more complicated—beautiful, but often overwhelming. Kaycee opens up about what it’s really like to grow up “open”—to live your life walking the line between the seen and unseen. Her story isn’t about ghosts lurking in the dark… it’s about what happens when the spirits walk right beside you, every single day. #PsychicMedium #TheGraveTalks #AstralProjection

On tonight’s chilling edition of Real Ghost Stories Online Live, Tony Bruski, Carol Hughes, and Todd Michaels invite you into the shadows—where the veil between the living and the dead grows dangerously thin. It begins with a visit to a small-town graveyard. Tom from Virginia, a longtime listener returning after years of illness, recounts eerie encounters among the headstones. When he walks the cemetery with friends, it’s silent. But alone, the voices arrive. On his EVP, whispers emerge: a woman softly saying “friends,” echoed instantly by a man. Later, an older female voice growls: “I know what people think.” The graveyard seems to recognize him, speaking through static instead of silence. Tom revisits one of his older calls, “Be Careful What You Wish For,” and hears something new—an unfamiliar woman’s voice woven into the background. Soon after, objects in his own home move on their own. The night’s stories deepen as Carol recalls editing The Grave Talks and discovering phantom voices on recordings—sound

Not all hauntings scream for attention. Some don’t slam doors or throw objects across a room. Some simply exist—woven into daily life, quiet and constant, the kind that lingers longer than terror ever could. This is one man’s true story of a lifetime of subtle yet undeniable encounters with the paranormal. His first ghost appeared at just eight years old, in the last place you’d expect: church. A modern Methodist church with bright lights, soft carpet, nothing Gothic or ominous. But children notice what adults ignore. During prayer, he opened his eyes—and at the altar stood a hooded monk. Not a minister. Not a trick of light. A robed figure, visible only to him, that never left his memory. That was the beginning. At university, the haunting returned. His design tools vanished from his desk, only to reappear after he demanded them back aloud. A housemate’s mother was a medium. Another flatmate saw a man standing in her bedroom. The presence wasn’t violent—but it wanted to be noticed. Later, working as an a

This is a true story. And it begins with a color most people never associate with ghosts. Red. Taylor had heard dozens of ghost stories, but none that ever mentioned red smoke. That is, until one day while listening to a podcast, someone finally said it. That’s when she stopped everything and ran out of her office. Because she knew what she saw wasn’t just a dream. It was real. Years into her spiritual sensitivity, Taylor already knew spirits followed her. She and her husband saw things, felt things, and even had names for “the ones” who lingered just out of sight. But one night, when she was completely alone — her husband gone, her dog nowhere near — something entered the room. She hid under the covers. She buried her face beneath the pillows. But it knew. It circled her bed. Silent. Steady. And unmistakably present. It wasn’t malevolent. It wasn’t kind either. It simply was. When she woke, shaken, her room was empty. But the image remained: thick, swirling red clay smoke, moving with purpose. Not a mi

In the shadow of the Tower of London — one of the most haunted places on Earth — a group of American students arrived wide-eyed and eager to check off their travel bucket lists. But for one student, the trip turned into a horrifying true story of disrespect, dark history, and possible paranormal revenge. He mocked it all. Laughed at ancient relics. Rolled his eyes at stories of hauntings. And then, beneath the very tree where Anne Boleyn — the famously executed wife of Henry VIII — is believed to have lost her life, he spit on the ground. He danced and joked about "the headless queen," trampling over the memory of those brutally murdered centuries ago. The rest of the group watched in awkward silence, uneasy at his disrespect. But that night, the real haunting began. Hours after his behavior, he collapsed in a London pub. Screaming that his head didn’t feel like it was attached to his body — an eerily specific phrase considering whose grave he'd just mocked — he passed out and tumbled down a full flight of

Some hauntings don’t come from a house, a cemetery, or a battlefield. Sometimes, they follow a person. They weave themselves into a family’s life, like a black thread running through every memory, every home, every breath. Angela’s story begins in Indiana, where her grandmother warned her of folk curses—old beliefs about hair, nails, and the power of binding. As a teenager, she dismissed those warnings. But then came her first relationship: abusive, controlling, and shadowed by threats. Her boyfriend told her he would curse her if she ever left. She escaped with her children after ten years, but his words—like an echo from the grave—never left her. In a Michigan townhouse, footsteps creaked across empty rooms, drawers slammed, and faucets turned themselves on. Her daughters saw faces that shouldn’t exist. Rosie, her oldest, endured sleep paralysis, crushing depression, and whispers that told her to end her life. Doctors said schizophrenia. But when the voices stopped without treatment, Angela began to quest

This is a Grave Talks CLASSIC EPISODE! St. Vincent Academy once stood as a safe haven — a Catholic orphanage in the quiet heart of Western Kentucky, surrounded by rolling hills and strong community roots. But the walls of this former sanctuary tell a different story. Paranormal investigator Steve Asher has spent years exploring this now-haunted structure and the surrounding area — a region steeped in faith, pain, and unexplainable phenomena. Locals speak in hushed tones about the figures seen at chapel windows long after dark… disembodied footsteps echoing through abandoned corridors… and a heaviness that settles in your chest the moment you step onto the grounds. But this isn’t just a story about a haunted orphanage. The deeper Steve dug, the more he uncovered: a pattern of intense paranormal activity that stretches across generations, blanketing the entire community in Western Kentucky. Kind, honest, salt-of-the-earth people — all carrying stories of spirits, sightings, and strange experiences that defy

This is the full-length edition of Real Ghost Stories Online Live — a complete collection of 5 unforgettable paranormal encounters, told by real people and dissected in real time. Here’s what’s inside: Haunted Churches & Ghost Pets — A church so desecrated it had to be torn down. And a loyal dog and cat who continued their nightly routines long after death. The Ouija in the Woods — A midnight session under the “Halloween Tree” in northern Michigan turns sinister when the board spells out names, death dates, and refuses to let go. The Vanishing Purse — A little girl’s purse disappears at a Christmas party. Hours later, it’s sitting neatly on her couch at home, strap wrapped around it — with no explanation. The Amityville Mirror — A cracked mirror tile salvaged from Amityville starts reflecting things it shouldn’t: wrong times, strange faces, and scratches that reappear after cleaning. Even when thrown away, it comes back. The Stomping Entity — For years, every night between 1 and 4am, heavy stomps sh

Some hauntings start with whispers. Hers began at fifteen. Ordinary night, school the next morning, posters on her bedroom wall suddenly fluttering like unseen hands were brushing against them. No windows open. No breeze. Just the sense that something had entered her room. Too terrified to stay, she fled to the family room where her brothers were sleeping. That’s when one of them saw it too — a figure in the hallway outside her door. The night ended without sleep, and by morning, the horror deepened: her pet hamster was found headless in its cage. No blood. No skull. No explanation. It should have ended with one house. It didn’t. Years later, in a new home, the 3AM wake-ups began. Each time, a Shadow Person stood in the corner of her bedroom, creeping closer with every night. In her apartment at 21, one appeared at the foot of her bed. Thinking it was her husband, she spoke — until she turned and saw him asleep beside her. The figure darted for the door and disappeared mid-stride. Then came the ceramic clow

What if the room you grew up in was never truly yours? At 15, she picked the quietest room in the house. Clean, organized, and peaceful… until it wasn’t. First came the feeling of being watched. Then the black, semi-transparent figure that stood silently beside her bed. Her alarm clock would move—lift off the ground—then return to its place before she could scream. She told her parents. Her mother accused her of trying to scare her sisters. Her father smiled, amused. No one believed her. But the shadow never left. Years passed. She moved back into that same room after college. When her fiancé offered to build their first home together by converting the garage next door, she warned him: "Whatever you do, don’t put the bed on that wall." He listened… for a while. The moment the bed returned to that wall, it started again. Growling voices in an unknown language came from outside the window. A coupon floated off the fridge with no air or draft. Their puppy would bark into empty corners—then cower after somet

Sometimes the veil between this world and the next doesn't slam open—it drifts, quietly, revealing just enough to make your heart stop. In this chilling episode of Real Ghost Stories Online, three true encounters unravel the mystery of what lies just beyond the edge of logic and reason. It begins with a dream. Vivid, unnerving, and disturbingly real. A college student starts to dream about ordinary things that happen exactly as he saw them—down to the smallest detail. At first, it’s harmless. Then, one night, he dreams of a bar he frequents and sees a man getting shot. He cancels his plans to go out. The next day, news breaks: someone was shot at that very bar, in the exact place he would have been sitting. Was it coincidence—or did something intervene to protect him? Across the country, a mother and daughter check into a historic inn in Savannah, Georgia. While enjoying the garden, the daughter notices a man in a black suit and top hat, quietly watching. Later, she casually mentions him to a local, who fre