5 Real Ghost Stories So Creepy You Will Never Sleep Again

The “ghost” girl in the first image tried eating a quadruple cheese burger just before she died. She now walks the Earth attempting to eat that burger.

I tried making a comical comment about the first picture (because I don’t find it scary) and my comment was removed. So much for FREEDOM OF SPEECH on BIN. If it happens again, I’m leaving this website because clearly the only ones interested in silencing people is the Government and others who MUST HAVE POWER. As far as I’m concerned, I’m sick of censorship PERIOD. If you don’t agree and think censorship is OK, time travel back to Nazi Germany where you belong!

That first story really creeped me out, and I wouldn’t discount it out of hand because I had a really bizarre encounter myself with the ghost of an old doctor lady back in 1991.
I had bought my first house and it had belonged to an old doctor lady. Her son had sold it to me complete with all the furniture, weird medical books and creepy medical devices, including a cat’s brain preserved in formaldehyde. The strangest thing I noticed was that the carpet in the living room had the most amount of wear, which was down to the floorboards, directly in the centre under the chandelier which radiated outwards. It was as if she had been doing a whirling dervish dance there for many years.
As the weeks went by, I was gradually getting rid of all the hideous furniture as well as her stuff, most of it was total garbage. One day I found a small ornamental wooden box and inside I found a wad of all different old foreign currency: Swiss Francs, Deutschmarks, Canadian Dollars, etc. I also found some jewelry in it. As I’m counting it all and checking it out I’m like “cool, I can probably get some money for this at the bank.”
The instant I finished that thought, a light bulb in the kitchen cracked. Then another. This went on every couple of seconds until every single light bulb in the house was cracked. At this point I was beyond fear. I found a flashlight and located the circuit breaker, and it was all OK. I looked outside at the other houses and everybody else’s lights were on. I found 2 bulbs I had in reserve and replaced 2 of the blown ones with the new bulbs and they stayed lit. That’s when I lost it and I ran outside into the cold. I stayed there for maybe 10 minutes thinking “well, I’ve never heard of a ghost killing anyone, so I might as well just go back in,” which I did. That night I slept in the living room with the light on and my flashlight right next to me.
The next few weeks were uneventful, until one night I had a really creepy dream about an old lady coming into the living room dressed very elegantly and taking off all her clothes and laying on top of me. I remember seeing her face as well. Waking up in a cold sweat I regained my composure and fell asleep.
About a week later, I was at work and telling my colleagues about the house and all the work I was doing there and one guy asked me for the exact address, which I told him. He told me that his brother was a cop who had had to break into that house because the old doctor lady had apparently died about 2 months prior. When they broke in, the found 6 crazy insane cats, which they had to shoot (which explained all the bullet holes) and they also found the old lady who had in the interim been eaten by the 6 cats down to the bone. She had apparently died in her sleep in the same room as I had found her jewelry box.
A couple of days later, in that same room, I moved a huge dresser and found a big hole in the wall, which I plastered up. The next day I checked up on it, and 2 sections of the plaster had fallen away. One hole bore a resembleance to a woman’s face, and the other one was the exact impression of a human hand. I showed it to my girlfriend and she freaked out. I covered it all up, and that was pretty much the end of that.
That is until spring came along and I started going out more and talking to my neighbours, who all confirmed the story that the cop’s brother had told me. Now, I had never seen a picture of the old lady, and when one of the neighbors showed me a picture of her, it was the same exact face as the lady that I had dreamt about. I still get goosebumps thinking about that today.
Fast forward to 2012 and many kilometers away. I’m sitting here at my computer, and for some weird reason I remembered that whole incident. No sooner do I finish that thought, I hear a clanging noise in my bathroom. I go to investigate and a hairbrush that I had placed on the sink’s ledge had fallen into the middle of the sink. It was a hairbrush I had taken from that house because she had never used it and it had been in the original plastic packaging. I experimented with various ways the brush could have been placed on that ledge and couldn’t find any way it could’ve just spontaneously dropped into the sink.
This story is the reason that when people tell me things like this, I tend to believe them. Had someone told me this story before this happened I would probably not have believed them. But I do now, because it happened to ME.