Real Life Haunted House Stories That Will Send a Chill Down Your Spine

Everyone is used to seeing creepy things during the Halloween season, but when the things that go bump in the night happen to be located in your house it’s a whole different story.

These real people have all experienced unexplained paranormal happenings right under their roof, which proves that they might not be so unusual after all.

She’s Been Gone For 100 Years

My uncle’s house—on a very eastern part of NY—was said to be haunted because the family that used to own it in the 1800s decided not to give it to the stableman and sold it instead.

He and the maid haunted the place. We always used to joke that you would hear people or things moving at night, but since the house was so old, we used to just laugh it off. Until one night, everything changed.

My uncle’s friend and her sister stayed at the house one night, and the friend noticed a maid bringing towels down the stairs when she woke up. She saw the maid again, bringing what looked like a percolator down the stairs.

She was so impressed that my uncle hired staff that she went back to bed and woke up later downstairs to see my uncle and the friend just chatting.

She asked where the maid went and thought the housekeeper was cooking breakfast. My uncle had no idea what she was talking about and asked what she looked like. The sister explained, and he laughed.

He walked her to the living room and pointed to an old picture. She said that was the woman. My uncle replied, “Yeah, she’s been gone for about 100 years”.

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Even Creepier Than it Sounds

I lived in a house that seemed to be haunted by “doppelgangers”. It’s even creepier than it sounds. Every event that happened never involved some mysterious figure, but a known person being in a place where they should not have been.

One day, I was instant messaging my girlfriend with my webcam turned on.

I had the viewer up so I could see myself on the webcam. Behind me, there were stairs leading up to the left of the camera view and the entrance to the living room to the right.

My younger sister would typically fall asleep every night on the couch in front of the TV and make her way up to bed in the middle of the night. At one point in my webcam view, I saw my sister leave the living room and go up the stairs. What was odd was that I didn’t hear anything.

It was an older Victorian house, and the wooden floors and stairs were extremely loud. Without saying anything to my girlfriend, I got up and looked into the living room. I couldn’t believe my eyes. My sister was there, passed out on the couch. Even though I was certain about what I saw.

I sat back down and asked my girlfriend if she had seen anything on my camera. She said, “Yeah, I just saw your sister go upstairs”. Another day, my family was all getting ready to go somewhere. I was sitting in the car with my mom, and we were waiting on my sister, who was still in the house.

After a bit, she came out and got in the car. She then just looked at me, completely confused. I asked her what was wrong, and she said that just before she walked out of the house, she thought I was still inside.

She had yelled up the stairs, “We’re leaving”, and apparently “I” yelled back, “Okay, I’ll be down in a minute”! Then, when I was 22, I was in the armed forces.

I had been diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. About a month after my diagnosis, I was home on leave for the holidays. I carried around a kit—a black zip-up pouch with a glucometer, insulin pen, needles, and isopropyl pads.

Right after I left home to head back from leave, my mom texted me to ask if I was missing my diabetic kit. I looked, and I wasn’t. She sent me a picture of a diabetic kit and asked if I knew it. I had never seen that kit before in my life.

Apparently, my sister went into her bedroom and discovered it outside of her window, propped up like someone had set it there. Her bedroom was on the second floor, and nobody else we knew had diabetes.

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Our First Priority

My house was abandoned for two years before we bought it. When we went for the viewing, we noticed something disturbing right away. There was a bedroom closet that was padlocked shut. The realtor said they had no key, and we couldn’t open it unless we bought it, which we did.

Our first priority was opening that door! After a few minutes, we got in. It was a child’s play area. There were brightly colored walls, glow-in-the-dark stick-on stars and planets covering the ceiling, and checkered tile on the floor. There were no lights, no air vents, and no windows.

My little brother chimed in, “Well, this must be where they kept the kids before they died!” After three months of renovating, we moved in. The loft area had a daylight sensing motion sensor light as there was no easy way to install a switch.

The light would come on by itself at all hours of the day.

It didn’t matter how we positioned the sensor, it would randomly trip, and we jokingly shout out, “Will you darn kids quit running in the house”! That would usually be the last time it would come on that day.

A year after living there, we turned the creepy closet bedroom into our computer room.

My wife and I would leave for work at the same time each day but arrive home about two hours apart. That’s when it escalated. One day, I got a call from my very confused wife asking why I had come back home after we had left together. I did not go back home.

Upon returning from work, she was greeted by our computer room chair—in our kitchen. The chair had to travel through two doorways, down a hallway, and a flight of stairs to reach the kitchen. It did so seemingly by itself.

We thought it odd but blamed the deceased kids and tried to think nothing more of it.

About six months after that, we had our last big doozy of an event. We went to bed in a house in perfect order. Upon waking, we found that all of our kitchen cutlery had been removed from the butcher block. In their place were all of our butter knives.

The sharp, dangerous ones had been placed behind the kitchen sink instead. Neither one of us had moved them. We were both pretty freaked out and spent the whole day away from the house trying to sort it out. We decided we were being unreasonable and went home to forget the ordeal.

We told ourselves that ghosts aren’t real, and there weren’t actually any kids who passed there. We talked to the neighbor about it. He confirmed that there were indeed no kids who perished in the house. Instead, something worse had happened.

 A grown man had.

The room with the creepy closet was the room where the previous owner’s brother took his life. When his wife left, and they failed to work it out, he couldn’t handle life anymore, so he cut his wrists and bled out.

The previous owner kept living there afterward, but upon finding out he was foreclosed on, he attempted to take his life in the same room. His children found him, and he lived. Later that year, our family began to grow. The rooms all got shuffled to make room for the baby.

That creepy closet room got emptied, and the weird things all stopped happening. To this day, that room is only used for storage. My four-year-old son played in there occasionally, but even in the daytime, with all the light the window let into the bedroom, he turned every light on.

When asked why, he said, “It makes it less weird to play there”. Seems like he sensed something was very wrong with the house too.

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She Made Her Presence Known

The house I grew up in was haunted by Mrs. Frear. It was built in the 70s, and it was her dream home when she built it. Mrs. Frear wound up passing in the house. When I was home by myself, I would hear walking upstairs. The previous owners had remodeled the kitchen on the cheap.

Mrs. Frear hated it and would bang cabinet doors. I remember walking downstairs when I was 11 or 12 after cabinet doors slammed, and my mom was standing there.

She looked at me, then looked into the kitchen and said, “Mrs. Frear, I don’t like the kitchen either, and as soon as we have the money, we’re going to remodel this kitchen”. The cabinet slamming stopped from that point on. When the kitchen was finally remodeled, things got even weirder.

I would walk into it, and there would be the smell of fresh-baked foods, even though not a single person was awake to cook yet. I guess she liked the new kitchen. Another time, I was sitting in my room on my computer, and the door knob turned, and the door opened.

I would tell Mrs. Frear that she was welcome to stay as long as she liked. The door would shut and latch, usually about 15 minutes later. One time, my friend stayed the night. He said he woke up and saw an elderly woman in a dress staring out the window.

Mrs. Frear looked at him, and her image faded away over time to just a ghostly imprint. When my parents were out of town, I fell asleep on the couch watching a movie. I had ordered a pizza. I woke up to a quilt over top of me that was on the other side of the room when I fell asleep.

The pizza box was closed, and my plate was on top of the box. But that wasn’t all. My sister had a friend that was a little on the strange side. She must have been some sort of medium because one day, she was over and we were all talking in the kitchen.

She looked at us and said, “Mrs. Frear likes the new kitchen”.

She also told us, “Mrs. Frear likes your brother the most”. No one had told her that our house was haunted. Every time I would go home to visit my parents, she always made her presence known.

I always told Mrs. Frear that I missed her, and I’m glad to know she was doing well. She was not a bad ghost at all. She was just making sure that her dream house was being looked after.

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