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For about a week after my dog Amber passed I could swear I could feel her brushing by my leg every now and then. 

One night lying on the couch I felt her cold nose under my neck just like she would do to wake me up.

Probably just muscle memory. She was with me for 16 years. Still seemed very real at the time. Grief is a very powerful emotion. 

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4 minutes ago, F250 said:

One summer, I briefly worked at the old Bexar county jail when it was a document storage facility. I did database stuff and was stationed on the top floor. Just me in an office and nobody else on the floor. 

The first week, I worked there I kept hearing people shuffling around and questioned what they were doing because I was supposed to be the only one up there. Around the middle of the week I heard the people shuffling around again and realized I never saw them come or go. They would have had to walk past my door at some point. 

Out of curiosity,  I got up and walked to the room next door to see who was there and found an empty room. Freaked me out a little but figured it was my mind messing with me.

Two days later someone comes upstairs to ask me some questions while I am walking out of the office. We are standing in the hallway where all the old jail cells are still in place.

I am facing this other person in the hallway when some dude walks out of one of the old jail cells into one across the hall.

I immediately ask the guy I am talking to "did you just see that?" He said he did and we both walk down the hall and find both cells empty.

The only explanation I could come up with was that it was a shadow or something. 

All of this occurred before I knew the history of the building. 

 

https://ghosttourtx.com/blog/murder-and-ghosts-of-the-old-bexar-county-jail-haunting-the-holiday-inn-in-san-antonio/

 

Are you, Alice, currently menstruating?

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3 minutes ago, South Austin said:

Are you, Alice, currently menstruating?

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1 minute ago, MissingInAction said:

Theres a movie about a ghost that jerks dudes off to death.

Gay ghost porn?

 

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17 minutes ago, Kennythetiger said:

At my apartment in college I often had black things hold me down while I was sleeping. I could never sit up straight. Always figured they were some sort of demon until I read something about sleep paralysis.  It never happened anywhere else but that house though. 

Had something similar happen twice.  Not sleep paralysis for me though.  One was when I was living with my sister and one was after going to a Down concert.

Living with my sister was terrifying because I woke up in the middle of the night terrified out of my mind for no reason at all.  Just kept alternating Hail Mary’s and Our Father’s until I fell back asleep.  Later she asked me if I had noticed anything weird that night a few days later.  She asked me this totally unprompted and told me there was a shadow person lurking in her room that night.

The Down concert was concerning because some girl put a curse on me or something.  I think she was literally possessed because I had a wild ass nightmare a few night’s later that appeared to me in my dream as my gf and the eyes went black and it started to strangle me.  Said the Lord’s Prayer and everything stopped immediately.  Sat straight up in bed and woke her up, but I never told her what that was about.

Two of my cousins and their mom, my aunt, have some wild ass stories.  Mexicans always have ghost stories.  Every single one.  And, they are always motherfucking terrifying.

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1 minute ago, MissingInAction said:
 

'Handjob Cabin' is a movie about a ghost who whacks you off to death.🤷

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Handjob Cabin

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14 year old me would be down for a she-demon handy.

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Not a ghost story per se but for a semester in college I helped run the human lab rats through pharmaco overnighters. It was a good study job. Plenty of time to read while the experiments went on. 

One study was a 3 night stint. Overnighters paid extra, for both the subjects and us techs. Check in Friday about noon, check out Monday morning. They brought in these huge saline sensory deprivation tanks. I tweaked my back hauling upteen 50lb bags of epson. They'd inject them with some ketamine precipitate probably cooked up by some hippe prof to maximize total mental  insensate. They had to like a colostomy exam prep and be totally cleaned out, otherwise they'd swallow their own shit.

The first two studies were boring. Dialing in the properties I guess. Subjects reported feeling of hovering and existential bliss. They begged to come back. Sometimes they did. Chasing psychopomps or that eternal edging orgasm. Another tech would play with this sound system. Mostly droning chomatic subtones, but they settled on static. Not from a deturned TV, but the solar backscatter piped in from Ft Davis.

Our acid-shocked narconauts slingshotted right out of the known universe into interstitial dimensions beneath and behind our own, into transmaterial spheres where sentience is matter, and if they went out as enhanced but effectively empty vessels, then they seldom came back that way. Like human crab traps, we lowered them into the psychotronic abyss, and they routinely came back possessed of something else—fellow travelers out of time and space, and stranger predators and parasites of the immaterial planes. 

Once the study really got ramped up, we had too many volunteers to monitor at once. We had new protocols for the Travelers, the specific modifications to make them perfect narconauts. I just got them higher than God and watched the dials.

When the eye sees nothing, that part of the brain shuts off, but when it sees color but no shade or shape, the brain starts inventing shit. The ganzfeld effect: stare into a whiteout snowstorm and you’ll see a black mouth spilling out ultraviolet worms, all kinds of shit your brain throws up there to make sense out of the infuriating absence of meaningful sensory data.

Truth is, after a couple of crypto-psycic trips it got boring. Drain the tank, scrub it. Hand out the envelopes of cash. Mostly they returned with stories. Orbiting planets. Vagina-like orifices with seven fold symmetry. A few didn't come back. We were hardly ever sure with any of them, completely, whether they were just insane or whether they came back changed. Mentally, I mean. Ah well. Austin has a lot of homeless schiziods and hippie burnouts. What was a few more? Maybe I should tried it myself. It was fucked up, but you see that long enough and you begin to think maybe you're missing out. 

It’s like that fear of heights that isn’t really the fear of falling, but the creeping certainty that, given half a chance, for no good reason at all, you’ll throw yourself off the ledge. Anyway, that's part of the reason I like to dig holes. It's the depth. Very grounding. The wandering human mind is psychic flypaper. Some things can just be, I dunno. Too open.

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46 minutes ago, Fondren & Main said:

Living with my sister was terrifying because I woke up in the middle of the night terrified out of my mind for no reason at all.  Just kept alternating Hail Mary’s and Our Father’s until I fell back asleep.  Later she asked me if I had noticed anything weird that night a few days later.  She asked me this totally unprompted and told me there was a shadow person lurking in her room that night.

Was she your sister or step-sister and did she ever get the sensation of being trapped under a sink or in a cabinet or a clothes dryer?

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I haven't read the first page, but hopefully somebody mentioned the Anson ghost lights - little place outside of Abilene, supposedly you'd flash your lights after you parked and then you'd get the light show.  Lot of couples would go out to the area and park and just bang away or whatever, under the guise of "going out to look at the Anson lights".

I used to go around where people would park and go up to cars and ask the girls if they wanted to hear the real ghost story of the Anson ghost lights.  Guys would get so pissed off at me, because clearly, they were there to fingerbang away or get blowjobs or even get laid or whatever.

Have You Seen the Legendary Anson Ghost Lights?

The Anson Ghost Lights - True Horror Stories of Texas

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I’ve never believed in ghosts, but the one really weird thing that happened to me freaked me out.  My grandparents lived in this old, very large house in Holmby Hills (they bought it from Spencer Tracy).  It was always dimly lit inside, and seemed like it hadn’t been remodeled since the 40s.  My cousins and I were maybe 13 or 14 (so like ‘80-‘81).  We go up the stairs and at the top was a little recessed area where my grandmother (a devout catholic) had a roughly foot tall ceramic figurine of the Virgin Mary.  My cousins and I stopped and looked at it, and. It immediately started wobbling.  Just a little at first, then a bit more, and more, until it fell and I reached out and caught it.  We looked at each other and were like “what in the actual fuck?!”  We set it back and bolted back downstairs and turned on the tv and all the lights.

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7 hours ago, Fondren & Main said:

One was when I was living with my sister and one was after going to a Down concert.

 

I dare you to try rearranging that sentence.

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9 hours ago, Kennythetiger said:

At my apartment in college I often had black things hold me down while I was sleeping. I could never sit up straight. Always figured they were some sort of demon until I read something about sleep paralysis.  It never happened anywhere else but that house though. 

May @atomheartbevo be haunted by nuts unbusted.

I had classic sleep paralysis in my late teens-early twenties. Wake up, unable to move and feeling like I couldn’t breathe or speak. Feeling of “something” out of my direct line of sight causing it. Maybe 2 times a year, truly scary when it happened. 

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11 hours ago, F250 said:

Classic sleep paralysis. Being pinned down, shadow people and the old hag at your bedside are the most common ones. I've experienced the shadow people several times. My ex-wife was haunted by the old hag sleep paralysis dream. 

Gonna start telling my wife that I’m not sleeping well cause I keep having this awful , realistic sensation of an old hag in the room with me. 

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My dad's old house in Crosby. Newport subdivision. Houses buried on old cemetery ( black hope). Toilets flushed on own, lights on/off, cabinets open and closed on their own. TV turn on and change channels.

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18 hours ago, atomheartbevo said:

I used to go around where people would park and go up to cars and ask the girls if they wanted to hear the real ghost story of the Anson ghost lights

“…..and a hook was hanging from the door.”

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I'll try to make this as short as possible. In our Austin house, we've heard children's voices, that intense feeling of air being displaced as someone walks right behind you, loud footsteps, and other manifestations in our house for years. Including seeing dirty, child-sized handprints on the ceiling on our tiny square attic crawlspace door that has no pull-down ladder or anything. Other stuff I won't even say because it sounds absurd if you hadn't witnessed it. To the extent we'd joke about it with each other, because we never really felt threatened... but it was undeniable. Even asked neighbors about the history of the house. 

At some point, my spouse randomly told me, without connecting things apparently, "have I ever told you the background of this painting?" We have this awesome abstract painting spouse bought a couple of years before we moved in together.  It seems to be a pregnant figure rising up out of dark water, almost kind of angelic or supernatural. Spouse bought this direct from the artist who lived in Austin at the time, and would google her every once in a while to see what work she'd done/what she was up to. The artist moved away and then... the last time spouse googled her, came up with this:

https://www.vtcng.com/stowereporter/archives/wolcott-family-deaths-ruled-murders-suicide/article_9a0fa235-b9c0-5ed3-9bd7-e9e634380baf.html

I'm just like... we have little kid ghosts in the house, you never thought to tell me that?? Can a painting be a portal, I don't know... but it's sad and creepy. We love our ghosts though, they are family.

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I watched the movie Presence the other night. 

Spoiler

The ghost in this movie is the ghost of one of the main (living) characters. Ghosts are "unbound from time" or some such. It had never occurred to me that the ghosts in a location could be the ghosts of the current inhabitants, or even the next people to move in, or 100 years from now, etc. Or even the same person. Are we being haunted by our future ghost selves?

 

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10 hours ago, Red Five said:

I watched the movie Presence the other night. 

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The ghost in this movie is the ghost of one of the main (living) characters. Ghosts are "unbound from time" or some such. It had never occurred to me that the ghosts in a location could be the ghosts of the current inhabitants, or even the next people to move in, or 100 years from now, etc. Or even the same person. Are we being haunted by our future ghost selves?

 

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MFW “something” warns me not to get the extra hot Vindaloo buy I do anyway.

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On 10/31/2025 at 6:41 PM, Dewey said:

We work in hospital renovations, never thought much of it or believed the stories. From time to time you'd get a guy telling you some stuff, usually in an old hospital.  

We have a lot of late night shut-downs, because obviously that's when the place is less active. We're in this shell space, me and the plumbers, and those dudes, all 5 or 6 of them, jumped at the same time. Freaked out, they swear it was a ghost.

Couple hours later, towards the end of this thing, I see one of the guys just walk right behind me and out of the space, like he's going home. I go after him to see wtf is happening and he isnt there. I go back into the space, turn the corner and they're all there. I didn't say shit, because maybe I was a bit tired, but I've never felt something like that, no matter how delirious. I saw him, his hard hat and vest blow by me like he didn't give a shit anymore.  

I actually hope they do exist to be honest, but why the fuck you hanging out in a hospital? 

I’ve met quite a few nurses over the years, for a variety of reasons, and every single one has said they’ve had a supernatural experience.

Back at my old apartment by the cemetery, strange things happened. One night, I walked past my guitar and it strummed—just a single swipe of the strings. Another time, I found my deodorant on the third shelf in my closet, even though it always stayed in the bathroom.

There were nights when I’d feel something settle onto my bed. I was too scared to look, so I pulled the covers over my head and pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. But one night, I finally decided to do something about it. I grabbed a pillow and threw it at some Children-of-the-Corn-looking guy sitting at the foot of my bed.

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18 minutes ago, Im_smarter_then_you said:

I’ve met quite a few nurses over the years, for a variety of reasons, and every single one has said they’ve had a supernatural experience.

Back at my old apartment by the cemetery, strange things happened. One night, I walked past my guitar and it strummed—just a single swipe of the strings. Another time, I found my deodorant on the third shelf in my closet, even though it always stayed in the bathroom.

There were nights when I’d feel something settle onto my bed. I was too scared to look, so I pulled the covers over my head and pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. But one night, I finally decided to do something about it. I grabbed a pillow and threw it at some Children-of-the-Corn-looking guy sitting at the foot of my bed.

I really shouldn’t laugh but that last line sent me.  It’s fucking terrifying for sure.

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13 hours ago, Red Five said:

I watched the movie Presence the other night. 

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The ghost in this movie is the ghost of one of the main (living) characters. Ghosts are "unbound from time" or some such. It had never occurred to me that the ghosts in a location could be the ghosts of the current inhabitants, or even the next people to move in, or 100 years from now, etc. Or even the same person. Are we being haunted by our future ghost selves?

 

Really enjoyed this. Loved the single shot camera work. Several scenes gave me legit chills.

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I don't know if this counts as seeing a ghost, but when I was very young, my grandmother on my mom's side passed away from cancer.  She had lived on a farm in deep East Texas and was tough as nails.  She had an old farmhouse that was a wood frame structure on a solid concrete foundation.  It had two bedrooms and a large storage closet on one side, and the kitchen, a bathroom and living room on the other, with a big hallway that was eight to ten feet wide that ran the length of the house in the middle.  All of the floors were covered with old linoleum that had lost much of its' adhesion over the years, so when you walked on it, it would move up and down under your feet and make that "sticky" noise.  At the end of her life, she wasn't supposed to get out and work her farm anymore, but she hated sitting still for too long, so she would get up and pace the hallway over and over.

After she passed, we inherited the farm and used it as a weekend and summer getaway for many years.  We spent lots of family time there and for as long as that house stood usable, at night, all of the sudden we'd hear footsteps on the linoleum in the hallway when nobody was in there.  Sometimes, if the lighting was just right, you could actually see the linoleum moving with the sounds.  In my twenties I would bring friends to the farm to go hunting the first weekend of deer season, and they would all get totally creeped out by the house and footstep noises.  Eventually they all refused to go there anymore because they would be up all night freaked out by the place.  Even though it was kind of creepy, our family got used to it and wasn't phased by it, but every time we brought someone new to the farm, they would be totally freaked out and uncomfortable.

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Not a ghost exactly, but I had a very incredible experience when I was working in London maybe 4 years ago.  I was walking to work, airpods in, and some random British lady stopped me on the street.  I figured she was lost or something, so I stopped (she wasn't handing out leaflets or whatever) and, out of nowhere, she said something that was deeply personal and meaningful to me and said it was being communicated to her by my grandfather, who had passed a couple of years ago.  My grandfather was and is my hero and the person I admire the most.  I was thunderstruck.  I asked how on earth she knew that and how I could trust that it was real.  She then paused, and after a few seconds, told me the single item I took from my grandfather's house when he passed and the location of my grandfather's hidden stash of money that only he and I knew about.  She then just walked away.  I still can't explain it and I think about it almost every day.  

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8 hours ago, Im_smarter_then_you said:

Marily Monroe and JFK's ghost supposedly present at some HOllywood hotel

 

Don't know anything about it - but probably Hotel Coronado - because it is a pretty cool hotel. Not Hollywood though - It's on Coronado Island.

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8 hours ago, Im_smarter_then_you said:

I grabbed a pillow and threw it at some Children-of-the-Corn-looking guy sitting at the foot of my bed.

 

Does this story end in a sore butthole story? Nevermind, don't go on. 

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On 10/31/2025 at 3:02 PM, Al_4_ISU said:

I don't believe in any of that kind of stuff, but a weird thing happened to my brother that I've had a hard time explaining.

When I was 5 and he was 3, my dad and uncle bought a farm with a building site, barns, and relatively new (compared to the place we were living) prefab ranch house.  We moved into the house shortly thereafter.  It had been owned by an old bachelor who had died a couple years prior and it took his nieces and nephews time to sort it all out.  So this dude actually died before my brother was born.

Within a few months, my brother started telling my mom that he would talk to the ghost of Otto Bartz (that was the guy's name) at night when he couldn't sleep.  My mom asked my brother asked who Otto Bartz was and my brother said "well he used to live here" (a detail my brother would not have been aware of at the time) and then he went on to perfectly describe the guy, right down to the psuedo uniform he was always seen wearing.  Again, my brother had never actually seen this man alive and it wasn't like we had his picture hanging up.

My guess is somehow, somewhere, his likeness was pointed out to my brother unbeknownst to my folks but it's always seemed weird to me.

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7 hours ago, Keef said:

Not a ghost exactly, but I had a very incredible experience when I was working in London maybe 4 years ago.  I was walking to work, airpods in, and some random British lady stopped me on the street.  I figured she was lost or something, so I stopped (she wasn't handing out leaflets or whatever) and, out of nowhere, she said something that was deeply personal and meaningful to me and said it was being communicated to her by my grandfather, who had passed a couple of years ago.  My grandfather was and is my hero and the person I admire the most.  I was thunderstruck.  I asked how on earth she knew that and how I could trust that it was real.  She then paused, and after a few seconds, told me the single item I took from my grandfather's house when he passed and the location of my grandfather's hidden stash of money that only he and I knew about.  She then just walked away.  I still can't explain it and I think about it almost every day.  

imagine that - meeting the ghost of your grandfather’s British side piece.

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