Ghost Stories

My grandfather sees ghosts

AND I have several stories. My grandfather often sees ghosts. He and my grandmother (nana is Italian for Grandma) live in a house built in the 1960s. These are the only people who have ever lived in this house. It was built shortly before they moved. Apparently there's a guy in a cowboy hat standing at the back of the hall. He doesn't do or say anything, he just stands there. My grandfather, uncle and some of my uncle's friends saw him. My grandmother, my father and I never saw him. Although when I was younger, I was always afraid to walk down that hall. I'm not sure why, but for some reason it scared me. My Grandparents still live there… Even though I haven't been to their house in years. Next time I go there, I hope I can see him. I only knew this story last Christmas, so maybe if I try to look for it I might see it? I'm not sure if this will work, but it's worth a try.

Here's another story about a ghost my grandfather saw; When my grandfather was about 15 or 16 years venerable, he saw his neighbor walking down the street. He wanted to get her attention, so he kept calling her, “Phyllis? Phyllis? Phylliss? Turn around! Phyllis?” he continued this for a while and then started walking towards her, trying to get her attention. He couldn't get her to turn around, so he gave up and left. He went to Phyllis' house as her mother responded with a broken heart. My grandfather said, “I just saw Phyllis walking down the street, but no matter what I did, she wouldn't turn around…” Her mother replied, “Phyllis died about 2 hours ago…” My grandfather thinks he saw her ghost pass by. It was definitely her because he had known her for years and had seen her face before he started shouting at her to turn around.

  • J.W.H

    John Williams is a blogger and independent writer focused on consciousness, perception, and human awareness, exploring topics such as dreams, intuition, and non-ordinary states of experience. Driven by a lifelong curiosity about the nature of reality and subjective experience, his perspective was shaped in part by structured study, including the Gateway Voyage program at the Monroe Institute. His writing avoids dogma and sensationalism, instead emphasizing critical thinking, personal insight, and grounded exploration. Through his work, John examines complex and often misunderstood subjects with clarity, openness, and an emphasis on awareness, choice, and personal responsibility.

It wasn't me

Tthis happened to my mom. My mom (her name is Penny) was downstairs chopping lettuce or something getting ready for dinner. She noticed that the house was getting icy and asked me to turn on the fire. The fire flickered and she thanked him. My mother continued to prepare dinner when she saw someone walk past the kitchen door. She called my name.

The whole time I was upstairs watching a movie with a friend. When she called my name, I went to the stair ledge and asked what it was. She had a surprised look on her face and said I was downstairs.

I replied no, that I was upstairs the whole time. This made us both shiver because I wasn't the one who started the fire either.

Also, as strange as it sounds, sometimes at night we see ghost ships or elderly colonial ships passing by our house. My mom doesn't believe in ghosts, but it still scares her.

Then a lot of strange things happened. We also noticed dead animals near our house. Well, comments please.

  • J.W.H

    John Williams is a blogger and independent writer focused on consciousness, perception, and human awareness, exploring topics such as dreams, intuition, and non-ordinary states of experience. Driven by a lifelong curiosity about the nature of reality and subjective experience, his perspective was shaped in part by structured study, including the Gateway Voyage program at the Monroe Institute. His writing avoids dogma and sensationalism, instead emphasizing critical thinking, personal insight, and grounded exploration. Through his work, John examines complex and often misunderstood subjects with clarity, openness, and an emphasis on awareness, choice, and personal responsibility.

Home alone

INWhen I was 10, I spent the night at my grandmother's house, Crystals. She went to pick up my sister and I was taking a shower when I realized I hadn't prepared my clothes. So I went back to my room and the radio was turned off. I knew I had left them on, so I turned them on again and went to the bathroom. I heard a noise, went to my room, the radio was off again and the TV was on, so I thought there was something wrong with the electricity. I was in the shower washing my hair when I heard the door open so I shouted “Grandma, is that you?” and I didn't hear anything so I ignored it. I was applying conditioner to my hair when the shower curtain moved, and then before I knew it, the entire shower curtain moved away and I was pushed down. My grandmother was obese, so she had a pointy object to hold on to so she wouldn't fall and hurt herself, when I was pushed, I hit my leg and blood flowed everywhere. I had to get stitches and I still have a scar!

~emilia~

  • J.W.H

    John Williams is a blogger and independent writer focused on consciousness, perception, and human awareness, exploring topics such as dreams, intuition, and non-ordinary states of experience. Driven by a lifelong curiosity about the nature of reality and subjective experience, his perspective was shaped in part by structured study, including the Gateway Voyage program at the Monroe Institute. His writing avoids dogma and sensationalism, instead emphasizing critical thinking, personal insight, and grounded exploration. Through his work, John examines complex and often misunderstood subjects with clarity, openness, and an emphasis on awareness, choice, and personal responsibility.