Real Ghost Stories Online

From the outside, it was the definition of normal: a comfortable family home on a quiet street where kids rode bikes and neighbors waved across manicured lawns. But inside, from the moment she could walk the hallway alone, she knew this house was not like the others. It didn’t just creak or settle. It watched. Her first memory isn’t of a nightmare — it’s of a board game playing itself. At five years old, she sat on her bed and watched a Monopoly piece slide across the board, dice roll, money taken… all by a player she couldn’t see. As she grew, the house evolved with her. Scratching inside the walls. A wardrobe that shook every night. Dolls that mysteriously moved from their shelves to the floor by morning. Then came the out-of-body moment: going downstairs to speak to her father… only to find herself already asleep in bed. Years later, puzzle books completed in someone else’s handwriting, a TV remote thrown out a closed bathroom window, a scream only she heard, and a child’s voice whispering “Hello” in the