Real Ghost Stories Online

In a small town outside the Quad Cities, the shadows came first—quick, darting things that slipped across walls when no one was looking. Her father saw them, her stepmother feared them, but it was the daughter who saw what the others couldn’t. One afternoon, she stepped out of her bedroom and froze at the sight of a little blond boy on the stairs—blue eyes, striped shirt, denim overalls. He looked right at her, then turned and vanished before her eyes. It wasn’t imagination. Not in that house. Not after the night her stepmother fled a towering shadow that filled the doorway, or the hours she lay awake hearing game controls being mashed in an empty room. Years later, her father confessed that when she was just a toddler, she used to try prying open her window—because “the little boy wanted her to come out and play.” She never saw him again after they moved, but she still wonders why she was the only one he showed himself to. Maybe the shadows had chosen her from the start. #HauntedHouse #RealGhostStory #Par