The Little Indian Boy In My Room

Every night in my room, around maybe three in the morning, a little Indian ghost boy shows up. His name, he says, is Little Bear Claw. His parents were feuding with another Indian family over some land. He was 18 when he died. This is a true tale. Do not take it lightly. Ghosts do not hang on to places; they hang onto people. That’s until they are finish with their unfinished business.

The other family had a beautiful daughter. They fell in love. He would sneak around to see her, to just be with her. He didn’t care if they were born enemies. He knew he loved her. He told his parents he was going to marry her, but they said no. So, at night he would sneak out to meet her, where he proposed. She said yes but she wanted to tell her parents. He told her she couldn’t, because he knew they wouldn’t approve.

So, they made a plan. They were going to run away together. The girl’s family found out. Her father went crazy, and grabbed his shotgun. He ended that relationship that night. He put a bullet through Little Bear Claw’s head.

He told me he’s waiting for her to come to him again, so they can be together forever more. I hope it comes true. After all he’s been through, he deserves to find her. Until then, he'll keep coming to me at three in the morning.

Again, do not take this lightly.

Sent in by Bella30164, Copyright 2010


The Flower Shop Ghost

I'm a former floral designer. A few years back I was employed by a local shop. Where I did floral design & deliveries.
 It was summertime while I was employed there.  And there where many occasion's when I would be standing at my workstation in shorts and I would hear fast paced footstep's behind me and actually feel a "breeze" on the back of my leg's when they went by.  I brought this oddity up to my Boss and other employees.  A couple of the other women had experienced similar things too. The Boss lady however tried to come up with excuses for it.

 One of her favorite"explanations" was that it was the employee's in the business next door walking around.  What I felt when this entity passed by was way to close to have came from the adjoining business next door.  I could actually hear that these were fast paced footstep's on a carpeted floor.

One day after work I decided just to prove the Boss wrong.  I decided to visited the business located next door.  It was a Cellular Phone store.  I walked in and low and behold hard wood flooring no carpet in sight anywhere!  So therefore that proved my Bosses theory to be all wrong.  There where many peculiar occurrences that happened to me while I was employed at the shop. Two days per week for about 3 hours I would be alone in the shop.  Responsible for closing and locking up etc.One afternoon while there alone, with no customer's in the shop I went to the back to use the restroom.

We had a stock area in the back that you had to walk through to get there.  We had a large basket of decorative Lawn Flag's like you decorate your yard with.  When I came out of the restroom those flag's were scattered all over the stockroom floor!

Then on another day while I was alone in the shop I was designing an arrangement at my work station.  And I had a bar stool sitting to the side of my table and on the end of the work table was a shelf.  Which we kept candle's on. I walked to the stock room to get some supplie's  and when
I came back there was a Lavender colored Votive candle sitting upright dead center in the middle of the stool seat. There's no way it could have rolled from the shelf it would have landed on the floor if that had been the case. It has been strategically placed where it was by "something".

Another day I had a sizeable delivery I had to make to a local Funeral Home. We had a fairly late model delivery van. I opened all the doors and began loading all of the arrangement's. I shut the doors one by one.
I opened the driver's door to get in and as soon as I shut the door the door's all locked by themselves. This scared me because I knew I hadn't hit any lock button. I started the van and said out loud "I guess whoever you are you wanna tag along with me today".

Upon returning after my delivery;  I told the Boss about what had happened with the van's door's locking by themselves.  And of course once again; she started trying to come up with excuses.  She said she thought that the van had a electrical problem.  And she followed me to the garage where she regularly took it for maintenance and repairs to have them check it out for a wiring problem.  They couldn't find a thing wrong with it.  I also would hear voice's in the shop's showroom,  when there where no customer's, windchimes we sold chiming by themselves too. I have absolutely no doubt in my mind that the shop I worked at was haunted. The area it is in was all farmland years ago. So my assumption is that the entity is from a bygone era from many years ago. I believe the tiny fast paced footstep's were that of a young child spirit.

 Sent in by Marlaina, Copyright 2010 http://www.ghost-space.com/

Ghost that Walked My Halls

I am the the oldest son in a family of four, plus two dogs. We have been living in this house now for three years and I personally have had some strange paranormal experiences. Keep in mind that this is a new house. We are the first family that lived here.

I was home alone, my brother was at his friends house and my parents were at work. I was hearing noises coming from upstairs. I thought it was a robber, so I was scared to go up the stairs, but eventually I did. I got to the top of the stairs and glanced into my moms room on the left. Nothing, I looked into the bathroom, straight ahead of the stairs and the toilet seat was fairly forcefully hitting the bowl. I was a believer in ghosts so I thought it was paranormal. I had an urge to turn to my room and there was a crystal clear image of my baby who had died two months ago leaning over my bed, looking where I would have been laying.

I called my mom and told her what was happening and she told me to call my Nan who lives about five minutes away. All of the sudden the phone died. At this time my dogs were crying and I didn't no what to do. I ran outside in my backyard with my dogs and looked into my brothers room. There was nothing odd but for some reason I couldn't look away. Then the light came on for about two seconds and turned back off. I forced my self to look away.

I then ran over to my neighbors house and asked if I could use their phone. I called my Nan and she came over. We went inside but the haunting was over.

Three days later me and my brother came over after school and the garage door was open. I was standing on my drive way telling him what had happened a few days before. Now I was in that scared mood. I forced myself to go in and what I saw was amazing. My computer (being a Mac) had photo booth on. I found a new video I had not made. I started to watch it. The room was dark then the light came on. Through the pane of my French doors I could see a face of a young boy. There was a loud ring that lasted for about three seconds then the screen went black and the video ended.

Now for a few months there was nothing happening and it was all out of my mind until. I woke up in the middle of the night to the smell of incense which reminded me of my baba's funeral. All of the sudden there was a huge bang that woke everybody up. My parents came running out to see what it was. Now my whole family witnessed this. My baba showed up in front of my room door and waved to us. She smiled then her expression changed. It looked like she was possessed and she threw my fan to the ground and disappeared.

From then to now I have not had another haunting, but I will always keep my eyes peeled.

Sent in by Ryan, Copyright 2010 http://www.ghost-space.com/

House Ghosts

Hi I'm about to tell you a few things that I have seen and felt. I was at a friends house one day cause I was spending the night, we were in her room and my friend and I are in choir so we were singing one of our songs because we got bored. Well, when we were done in her closet we could her
little kids clapping. I asked her if she knew what that was and she told me that her closet and other places in the house are haunted. So I went over there and if you stand close to it my tummy started to hurt and I got dizzy. Later that night when we were getting ready for bed I felt a cold spot and then it felt like somebody touched me.  We laid down then a few minutes later it felt like somebody laid down right beside me but only my friend was here beside me.

I also have had a few experiences in my own home. It was a school day and I was in my sisters room getting ready cause she was up too. She was standing by her door and it was warm in her room no windows were open but she felt a cold breeze go by her door and it would do it every ten seconds so she told me to put my foot by the door and I felt it to it was like somebody was walking by her door but nobody was there. We started talking and I felt a chill run down my back then it felt like somebody touched me and then I went in my room and it sounded like one of my cats were playing with it but none of my cats were in my room then I was laying in bed when it sounded like we have an upstairs but we don't but it sounded like somebody was walking in a room above mine.

One day I was in the kitchen doing dishes and I was the only
one home and my cats were in my moms room but it sounded like a cat hissed at me right behind me but there were no cats in the kitchen.

Written By Tabitha 2010 http://www.ghost-space.com/

The Black Dog in Hawaiian Gardens

This is what my grandma told me about, she's told me others but this story is one of m favorites. She's about 67 years old and she told me this happened to her when she was a teenager. Which is a long time ago.
Its a creepy story, especially about out nature, I'll tell you this like if she were telling you.

It was way back then when I was a teenager. I always liked to take a walk out in the streets. I always liked to spend time with dogs, cats and other animals. I had went to my friends house to invite her to walk with me. She said yeah sure. So off we went.

We walked through the beautiful park, and the whole block. We came up a hill to a ditch. We both saw a big black dog that looked very friendly, and harmless. At first, but that didn't stop, it from doing something evil.

We both thought the dog was cute, so we went to pet it.
I felt something was wrong with that dog, like if it wasn't
like others. As I went to go pet him, I felt a cold wind on the back of my neck! Which is like a movie to me. The dog started to bark a little then stopped. I thought to myself that it was really weird. The dog stood still and then that's when it happened, the dogs eyes turned a glowing red. It barked, and drooled then he chased after us. I was ahead of my friend and that dog caught up to her and bit her leg, then her arm. I ran back to help her, then the
dog bit me. Me and my friend were both crying. It hurt so bad, my friend was bleeding more than me. The dog looked at me  real hard and then it laid down. That's when I got up and  took my friend to my house. I never saw that black dog again. Or encountered that ever again. That's when I learned not all animals are sweet and cute.

That's everything my grandma told me.
She has a mark from the bite from the dog, and she doesn't talk to her friend anymore.
This story really creep me out, by the way she told me

Written by Joshua 2010. All rights reserved

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Clara the Ghost

Ever since I was a little girl, I been obsessed with the supernatural. Me and my best friend often saw and heard things together, and thought they were cool rather than scary. Experiencing these things runs in both our families (my dad and brother and me only experience it, rather than my mum or other brother). At the time we lived in some apartments. I walked across the street to her apartment like I did everyday. I was planning on spending the night at her house, like usual. Her mom always set blankets and pillows down for us in the living room where it was more spacious for us to sleep.

At night, when one of us had to use the bathroom, we always woke the other up so we could accompany each other. But one night, at maybe 2 or 3 in the morning, my friend woke me up and stated she was going to the bathroom. She did not ask me to accompany her. She merely got up and left. There was a hallway, but the bathroom was right next to the living room. I sat up on the floor, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes wondering why she hadn't asked me to go with her. For some reason I had a strange urge to look into the television. I did so, but I saw nothing except my reflection. But when I turned around to look at the hallway, I saw somebody standing there.

It was a girl. She was pale white, had black hair and an old-style ruffled dress. I could only stare at her, and after a few seconds she vanished. I grabbed my teddy bear and told myself there was nobody there with me, and my best friend came out from the bathroom. I explained to her what happened.

After that, we experienced many more interesting things in her apartment. We would often exchange stories about our homes, because it seemed mine was haunted as well. We had evidence such as photographs with ghosts in them and everything. There was a few different spirits that lived in her apartment. One of them was the little girl I saw. My friend began seeing her more and more often, usually in the bathroom, and once said she'd seen the girl behind her in the bathtub. She always described her the same way I did. She said she thought the girl's name was Clara.

I moved out of the apartments in late 2004 but my friend remained. I visited constantly, and still the girl ghost appeared to be living there. My friend into some new apartments about two years ago. She says that Clara remained back in the old apartments, but there's a new ghost in her place.

I don't know about her, but I kind of miss Clara. She was never intimidating, and felt like a friend rather than something evil.



Sent in by Arii Z, Copyright 2010, http://www.ghost-space.com/ all rights reserved

Sweet Sixteenth Ghost

It was my 16th birthday and I was excited. I woke up and quickly went to the restroom to get ready for my party. I took a shower, curled my hair, put my clothes on and set up party decorations. My party was 6 hours later though. After putting up decorations, I went in my room and watched T.V.

The lights in my room started to flicker on and off. So I went downstairs to look for my daddy. No one was downstairs, so I decided to call. I dialed my mom's cell phone number and surprisingly, I heard the ring. I turned around looking for it and I gasped at what I saw. Going upstairs, I saw a girl. She had long blonde straight hair with a thick bang that touched her eyelids.

She had on a bright blue sparkling dress with sequins. The dress was short, about 5 inches above her knees. She had on bright blue heels with a silver rose. She was pretty and familiar. I took off my heels and tiptoed behind her. About half way up the stairs, she stopped and turned around. She smiled and her pearly white teeth sparkled. " Hey, Tristyn!" she said. Her blue eyes widened up. She looked so familiar. She reminded me of Jessica Anne, the girl my parents adopted before I was born. She had died at the age 16, the night of her sweet sixteen. Brutally murdered by her best friend Sherry. " Who are you ?" I asked." C'mon, I'm your big sis, don't act like you don't remember me!" she laughed. I was right, but what was she doing here. When Jess Anne was alive she was the perfect child and the perfect sister. Nice, pretty, smart good role-model. All that ended because of a jealous B.F.F."

Jess, what are you doing here?" I asked. " I missed you, plus I want revenge on Sherry!" she cackled. I started to cry and Jessica put her arms around me. " You know me, I don't want revenge, I came back to see you, I missed you. We hugged and talked for at least 30 minutes.

Hours later the party begun and I was the only one not having a good time. So I went up to my room and my sis was there waiting for me. She came to my party and she took care of me. Now, I'm 18 and off at college, GUESS WHAT?! She's here too! I have a private dorm and she practically lives there with me. I love my sister.

Wrote by Tristyn 2010 http://www.ghost-space.com/

The Ghost of Mr T Watches Over Us

When I was younger, I don't even remember how young, other than that I was younger than 8, my older sister, my two cousins (that were siblings) and I were very close. We often had sleepovers, even though one of my cousins was a guy, and the rest of us were girls.

Well, we were having one of those sleepovers, at their house, where we would all sprawl across their fold out mattresses in their big living room, and watch Mighty Ducks until we fell asleep. As usual, I was the last person to fall asleep, but this time was different. I had watched all of Mighty Ducks, even though I had seen it so many times already, and checked the clock at least twice. The last time I had checked the clock, it was past 1 AM, I think. When I finally happened to fall asleep, I only got about 5 or 6 hours of sleep, because as always, we wanted to get breakfast (which their mom was a master at making!).

That day, I don't even think I knew what day it was at that point, is one of the most memorable events in my life, because instead of waking up to the smell of homemade French toast and chocolate pancakes, we woke up and saw my Aunt (she isn't my blood relative, these cousins are my moms bro's kids), looking sad, and waiting for us to wake up. She told us that our cousins grandpa, the one that wasn't ours too, had died. His name was Mr. T, and I loved him a lot, like my own grandpa.

I had told my cousin (the girl, who is younger than me) that I knew how it felt, because I had a third Grandpa who had died (I know that I have a third, my parents are divorced, and my dad got remarried, so my step-moms dad is like my grandpa). I hadn't realized until now, that the real third grandpa I was talking about was Mr. T.

To this day, if I feel bad, or sad, or I'm thinking of that day, I feel a chill go through me, or warmth go through me, or some other odd feeling go through me. I think it's because Mr. T is watching over my cousins, my sister, and I. I still think, to this day, that the reason I couldn't fall asleep past 1 AM was that I can't fall asleep when someone I know and love is hurting or dying.

Years later I had moved into a new house half way through third grade, and lived a half mile away from my grandparents. My grandma's back had been hurting for ages, but she thinks that cracking someone's back is the same as breaking it, so refused to let that, or getting a massage, happen.

One night, I woke up at 5-something AM. I don't remember the exact time anymore, though. The next morning, my grandma, who would come over every morning so my mom could go to work early in the morning, didn't come. I didn't find out til that afternoon that the reason she wasn't there was that she had fallen on her way to the bathroom, at the same time that I woke up.

I have this habit of talking in my mind as if I'm talking to someone who died, and I really think it works, because, an hour later, I was still awake, and telling 'Mr. T', God, and everyone else up there that cared, about how my grandma's back had been getting horrible. As it happens, my grandma had been yelling for my half-deaf grandpa for an hour. Then, he miraculously actually heard her, and called my uncle (my blood-related uncle) and they got her to a hospital, on a stretcher, after getting an ambulance for her.

My grandma is perfectly healthy and can bend her back without it hurting. I seriously think that Mr. T saved her!

Sent in by Katie, Copyright 2009 http://www.ghost-space.com/

The Ghost on the Stairs Looked at Me

My grandparents house has been known to be haunted for at least 2 decades. In the past TV's have turned on and off at will, things move, black figures are seen at the corner of your eyes, muffled voices are heard, and the most famous paranormal activity of all is the sightings of what my cousins call, "The White Lady."

The White Lady is a ghost that my older cousins, who were at the time toddlers, used to talk about. Both my grandmother and grandfather are aware of the fact that there house might be haunted. There are many disturbing events that have happened in the past that many can not explain. I had always wondered if "The White Lady" was real. And in October of 2008 I believe I finally met her.

Many people have felt a strange presence when they travel up the stairs to the second floor. It's kinda hard to explain, but, it just has a eerie feeling that makes you feel uneasy. It's also quieter than the rest of the house when you start to descend the staircase. Anyway, to me this was the perfect place for me to see a ghost. Which I did. Right at the top of the stairs.

I was spending a night or two overnight at my grandparents house. There had been family problems in the past and it had been many years sense I slept there overnight. I just, wasn't close with them that much. So, my grandfather offered to sleep in the guest room while me and my grandmother slept in the master bedroom in a huge bed.

It had been a while where I was asleep, and for some reason I still don't understand, I randomly woke up and sat up in bed. I focused towards the bedroom door that was partly open because it would not fully close. I only starred at the door for maybe 10 seconds or less, when I saw a white apparition of a women standing at the top of the staircase. (When you look outside the master bedroom door you can look out directly at the top of the staircase.) Now, but I wasn't thinking then, I thought about the " White Lady." I feel I truly saw her.

The apparition was cloudy. Not see threw like I have heard in other ghost stories. She was a cloudy upright figure. She had no color anywhere. She was a almost perfect outline of a woman. I could see the outline of her hair, waist, head, her arms resting at her sides, and a ankle length dress. She had a very graceful walk. And to me, she seemed like a younger woman. Maybe very young. She was staring down the hallway where my grandfather was sleeping. She looked straight ahead for most of the time I saw her. But, what really startles me now, is that she looked at me. I saw her rather slowly move her head sideways and look right at me. She had no face. Just a flat slightly curved head.

I realize know why my cousin's called the phantom the " White Lady." Everything about her was white. She was a white apparition. It was pretty easy to see her. While she looked at me, I think know about that she looked at me longer than usual. She didn't just give me a glance and vanish. She looked at me for about 5-8 seconds, and formed into a mist like form and floated quickly into the next room. Then I went back to sleep. I haven't seen her sense then. But I want to so badly.

Ask me anything about my experience. Your opinions too.

Written by Haley Cook, Copyright 2012

The Demon Zozo

It was her father who had passed. he were testing the spirit asking questions that only she knew the answers to. After 20 minutes it switched over and claimed to be MY mother. Once again answering questions correctly. We were both in tears and before we knew it the spirit switched over and we asked who we were talking to, the pointer went O Z O Z O Z O Z O. we called him  Oz ,  we asked him to blow out a candle to prove himself and before we completed the sentence the candle was out. We asked him the time( neither of us had watches and we had been outside for over an hour) and we ran inside to look, it was exactly right to the minute. He then preceded to tell us that it was him the whole time, not her father, not my mother, him. He said he knew what we were thinking and that's how he gave us the answers to our questions, he was in our heads.

By the end of the conversation he began to curse at us so we stopped playing. A few weeks later we used the board again, and instantly Oz was back and he was nasty. cursing at us, saying dark things, we stopped.

That summer my sister in law and I both went through series of unfortunate events, we couldn't catch a break, one thing after another, negativity loomed over us.

At the end of the summer we used the board one final time. It was him, and he said that he made all of those things happen to us and that he created the negativity that was following us. we never touched it again. a year later while I was at their house she told me she still had the board in the garage and she asked me to look on the computer for proper ways to get rid of the board. While doing this I realized their were endless websites  and stories about  ZOZO  the Ouija demon. we were both scared and white as a ghost, as I was reading about him to her aloud, my nephew (her son)started running around the house screaming ZOZO ZOZO ZOZO!! and we frantically made him stop. I then read on a website that he will try to claim your first born son, I didn't actually believe that but it surely freaked me out. the next morning my nephew wakes me up and as were waking up he asks if we can go get breakfast so I put him in the car and pull out the driveway, not 2 minutes later a car runs a stop sign and slams in to us. now that could have been coincidence, but it was just too eerie for me to shrug off, ever since then I have developed anxiety and often feel panicky, and when I talk about him I feel the negativity pressing on my chest and my brain.

Written By Nynou 2012 Ghost-Space.Com

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