6 Terrifying but TRUE Ghost Stories (Your Real Life Paranormal Experiences!)

If you want even MORE true paranormal stories, check out my brand new second channel Night Drive - www.youtube.com/channel/UC4fPwwH8tJYPb_whSxl3R-g Let me know what you think of these stories! Last couple of title cards didn’t render out properly I’m now noticing. Case 5 was submitted by Kate (and her fantastically named dog) and I unfortunately don’t have a name for the person who submitted Case 6.

I’m 75 years old and I have never had a paranormal experience. I have lived in older houses and newer ones but never brand new. I just love all your stories and often get chills whilst listening, the scarier the better 😂

The Ryan Reynolds dog jumpscare got me LMAO. I don't think I've ever jumped and then laughed immediately after, well played

I seen the spirit of a school mate of mine who had dropped out of high school. One night I seen him at the foot of my bed waving at me didn't say anything just waved at me. Next day at school I learned my friend had been crushed to death by a backhoe bucket. Around about the exact time I seen him at my bed. I wasn't scared it was peaceful actually craziest thing I have ever seen in my life. Rest in peace Jason I know you are in a much better place than I am rite now.

I had an experience years back on the texas/Mexico border. I stayed in a friend's home alone and spoke briefly with a spirit who looked as real as a living person in the middle of the night. I learned the next day it was my friends mother who had passed away in the home 6 months earlier. I don't think she even knew she was dead. It was the most freaky thing that has ever happened to me. I'll never forget it.

Audio engineer here. After a show in Detroit at this hotel called the Henry, my ex special forces friend and I were in the event space after load out concluded, enjoying a drink and listening to someone trying to sell us on an idea. Our other coworker was the only one left in that section of the hotel with us, and what we thought was him crossed the room from the rear and exited out the front doors. We thought it was him until he came strolling from the same direction. I said, ‘but I thought you…’ at which point my veteran homie from behind me cuts me off with a ‘noooo…’ he’d seen it too, and we both whipped our head to the gently closing front door. Without a second thought I shot up and sprinted to the door, making it there as it secured from the action of closing. There was **no one** in that entire wing of the hotel, I made sure to check, as I’m quite fast, I was able to run to the next wing and work my way back to the original spot. Nothing. No one. The wildest part was when we were freaking out about it (as until then, my vet friend was extremely logical, as he’s a certified genius, so that shattered his reality), We both witnessed it, and we both felt the most malicious glare either of us ever felt coming from that entity.

BRO you did NOT need to put the 8 feet tall “po po po” after 4😭 nearly jumped out of my skin

I never thought I'd get addicted to listening scary stories before sleep but here I am listening to it under the blanket and could get scared any time.

Around 2004 I started working at local record store. This shop was a local institution. Musicians, fans, gamers everyone went to this store. There was something for everyone, of every age, in any genre and in any format. Getting to work there was a dream come true. I had the cool job of receiving stock and loading it into the computer system, labelling it, playing music in my tiny stock room at the back of the shop a week before anyone else got to hear what their fav artist was about to drop. The stock room was out the way of customers and far from the front counter retail staff. There was also a mezzanine level directly above me which was dedicated to the vinyl records that had then just begun to out sell CDs. It was always such a busy store. Parents would bring their kids in. So I would often hear people running back and forth across the floor above my stock room. If there wasn't music playing the noise from above would shake the shelves in the room. I figured parents chasing kids or just really big kids running around. The staff offices and toilet were accessible at opposite ends of this mezzanine level. The toilet was originally part of a flat\apartment way way back before the building was converted for retail. It was always a creepy, dark area. I never felt safe in there. Like something wanted me to leave. After a couple of years working their the owners had decided to move the store to newer premises. Packing this huge store, and transferring the stock was a massive under taking which required all staff to work late into the night. When the other staff had gone to unload stock at the new store I had to stay behind to finish clearing the stock room. It was 10 or 11 pm - there was no one else in the shop. As I vaccumed the sound of a man running from one end of the mezzanine floor to the other above vibrated the shelves. I stood there frozen. Completely stunned. Shut of the vacuum. I was sure I was alone. I went out to the staircase that led up to the floor above to see if a co worker had come in. It was dark up there. Then the running back and forth happened again. I didn't see anything. But fuck I ran. I waited outside the store until someone returned to go in with me. An older co worker later let me know that back when there were people living in the building. A man had committed suicide in the area where the toilet was located. Many stores have come and gone since the record store moved. Sometime the occupancy is really short and vacancy is really long. I often wonder if he is still there running around. And why is he running around?

I just found your channel today. I just watched The Ghosts of Flight 401. I can't wait to watch more of your videos!

Yes. Staying with friends for a weekend in their old two story home, I woke in the middle of the night sweating The room was stifling hot I got up to open the window which due to age, and paint ... was extremely difficult to lift. I had to slowly lift the right then left then right then left. As I finally got it to where fresh air was able to enter the room, suddenly without warning the heavy window SLAMMED down with such force, the tip of my middle finger on my right hand was in the way and was severely crushed In the morning I showed my friends the story and showed them my swollen and bruised finger. They then told me that the room I was sleeping in was the room that the wife of the elderly couple was cared for by her husband as she was dying. They said they believe he did not want the cool night air blowing on his dying wife. What was really weird ...just to check on the window. We tried several times to see if the window would slam down. It would not. Once it was walked up and open, the only way to get it to get it back down was to walk it slowly with a lot of effort. As long as my friends lived in that house, that window never slammed down again. to this day I have replayed what happened and have absolutely no explanation.

Love all your stories!!! My husband and I have had several paranormal experiences over the years, from overseas to the US… I think my husband had an attachment from Spain several years ago, it followed him his entire life. We’ve been together for nearly 35 years now and the activity has calmed down as he gets older but we still have unexplained activity in our lives… you get used to it over time.

You have just made my night. I only recently discovered your channel but it's the only one I look at daily to see if you have new videos out and these are my favourite type you do. Keep up the great work bro, your channel is bound to soar.

When I was a small kid, like 3 years old, I used to have this reoccurring nightmare of an old man’s face peering through my 2nd floor window and all I could do was sit frozen in fear. I brought this up to my mother recently and described the dream and also which window this was happening in. There used to be these orange stickers parents would put on the glass in case of a fire so the firefighters knew a kid was in that room and i described remembering the orange sticker. She knew I was telling the truth because why would a 3 year old remember a sticker on the window. Turns out there was a sort of hermit that lived 2 houses down who never really left his house until he eventually died. After his death the house was remodeled and a human jaw bone was found in the basement. I feel like that face in my window had something to do with that man and the jaw bone. I remember the look on his face was threatening. Almost hungry even. Maybe I’ve created that image in my mind but I feel like that’s what I felt at the time. It wasn’t possible for a person to climb to that window and I still get chills thinking about it. It felt pure evil. I’m not the best writer but I just felt like sharing that. It’s something I think about often because the image of that face is so vivid in my mind. Thanks for the content!

Never gonna recover from that Ryan Reynolds jump scare.

Yes. I’ve 100% experienced something malevolent. In the house I mostly grew up in. The whole basement was open. I’m a preteen. I could’ve had the whole basement to myself and turned it into something awesome. The laundry room was tucked in a corner. When I first moved in with my blind grandpa at age twelve. I decked the basement out. However. Everytime I did laundry I felt the hair stand on my neck. This lights would flicker but more like dim? Like a shadow went over the light bulbs. I would always feel it then I saw it. It was a 10-12ft black shadow and it stood so tall it curved it’s back so it was like ducking. My 14 year old butt slept in the bedroom closest to grandpa until I was 21!!!!!!! When my grandpa entered his last years he moved to Florida. I had to get the rest of my stuff out of his house. All of my stuff was in totes in the basement. I carried two bins up. Went back down. All of a sudden I just turned around and ran out of the house. I left EVERYTHING behind. Year books. Old photos. All of it. Childhood tokens. But I literally left it because whatever the feeling I had I ran as fast as I could. It’s been 11 years and I’ve still yet to encounter something that strong. Edit: I need to add. It gave you a feeling of dread or GTFO of here.

You and Mortis media are my sleep playlist. Thanks for all the spooky and cozy content!

Thanks to all that submitted.. Yes I have experienced a attachment after my husband passed. I could write a small novel what I went thru, pure hell!!

Yes: Three experiences involving shadow people. More recently, had an odd, unsettling experience with an apparition I "caught" trying to creep up on me from around a corner while I was watching TV. I startled when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, gasped and saw the figure duck back behind the corner...the only detail in those moments I could make out were that it was a tall older man with a bald head and thick black rimmed glasses.

Yes, I used to live in a haunted house. When we moved it followed us. I would hear things on my duchess in my room move like someone was looking through them, I would hear my name being whispered when I was going to sleep. There was always the sound of footsteps through the house even if I knew no one was upstairs. One of my family members lived with us and had a specific way he would stir his tea or coffee, I would hear this all the time. One night my mum went out and my uncle was asleep in his room as you could hear him snoring "he was a loud snorer" i was just getting In to bed when I heard my front door deadlock click open, then footsteps coming up the inside stairwell. I thought it was my mum so I went out to say hello and have a bum a cigarette off of her. I went outside no one was there, I went downstairs and no one was there. I went straight back to bed and slept with the lights on that night. Another night I was knocking on a door cause I wanted to borrow a family friends gameboy to play, as I was knocking on his door I heard a psssst right next to my left ear. I turned around and no one was there, needless to say I crapped myself. I found my dog out side on the pagola roof one night too. No matter what floor I was on upstairs or downstairs It always felt like something was watching me, I couldn't have the curtains open at night. We ended up moving a few years later and the same things started to happen at the new place. At this new house I had a granny flat out the back, my boyfriend at the time went inside to use the toilet, I was watching.g south Park in my room, he came running back into the room and asked me of I was at the lattice next to the door. "No, I have been watching south Park I told him" he said something had made the noise psssst right next to his ear. As I said all the same things started to happen there not long after we had moved in. My grandmother had given me this china doll as a gift, I originally had it at the previous house too. I could never have it out on display cause it gave me the heebie jeebies so I would stuff it in a draw. Unfortunately at this house we had one of my cousins living with us after he had come back from Melbourne, he was with us for a few months but he ended up hanging himself outside of my bedroom. We were all away from the night, he was meant to come with us but stayed back. I miss him every day. We were there for nearly 2 years after that happened, then we moved again. This time I took the china doll and got my mum to stop at a bin on the way to the new house and I threw the doll away. I never heard another thing at any house after that. But when I was In my early 20's I started to get sleep paralysis and have had it ever since.