Actual Ghost Tales That Will Make You Chill ( Part - 2 )

The Impish Ghost

For years, my neighbour Diane and I had a jovial poltergeist that we named Billy. This is how Reddit user abbys alibi starts their true ghost story. "When I got home, I'd discover things that had been placed in odd places, like milk in a cabinet, toilet paper in the refrigerator, and laundry detergent in the bathtub. When Diane couldn't find a gallon of milk, she once called Billy to see if he had been around. Finally, it was discovered outside on her back stairs. Furthermore, sugar, oh sugar! My sugar bowl was empty every morning.

When I had had enough, I would yell, "Go visit Diane!" and point to her house. She'd give me a call in about five minutes. 'Thanks a lot,' she'd say. He had gone and committed mischief at her house. Over the two years we were there, this kept happening. Nobody, not even our husbands, had any faith in us. My mother believed that whether we were asleep or away from the house, someone was robbing us. My sister thought there was something going on, but she wasn't sure what. I'm still unable to express anything.

The Eerie Attic

Digsdaws, a Reddit user, pointed out the absurdity of ghost stories that start with the line "I don't believe in ghosts, but..." before detailing their scariest ghost stories about living in a location that was unmistakably teeming with genuine members of the spiritual world. After all, a ghost story's premise is always that we naturally believe in ghosts, regardless of how it starts off.

They said, "A few years ago, I moved into a one-bedroom apartment in Melbourne, Australia. "I was living alone for the first time. The apartment complex was constructed in the 1930s. I'd been there for a few months when I entered the bathroom after returning from work one day. I caught an unusual sight: A wooden board that had protected a ceiling hole leading to a little attic space was now broken into two pieces and lying on the floor. I looked over the parts. That would have required Bruce Lee to break the inch-thick board. I thought someone had been dispatched by the landlord to work on the attic. I was paralysed by fear. Someone

"I sent the landlord images and a question via email, asking if someone had been there (with a hint of displeasure because she hadn't forewarned me). She said, "Please call me as soon as you can," in response. She informed me over the phone that her previous two tenants had reported the same incident. She delivered on her promise to swap out the board.

I woke up one night about 4 a.m. a month later. Goose bumps appeared all over my body. I had the impression that someone was rubbing hands with me. Then, out of the silence, I picked up a dragging sound coming from above my bed. It appeared as though someone were tugging a potato sack. I froze because I thought someone was in the air. No animal could possibly produce such noise. After waiting for five minutes, I mustered the confidence to switch on the light, grabbed a cricket bat, and went to the restroom.

I then noticed that the newly installed board covering the hole had split in half. I had the flu. The sound of dragging had stopped. Nevertheless, I also heard whispering. The attic was the source of the audible noise. It sounded like children's voices, and one phrase kept coming up: "It's your turn..." Your turn is now.

"In order to make the apartment feel more natural, I turned on every light. 5 a.m., and it was still dark outside. I tried to relax by watching TV. Then a fuse went out. Dexter, my pet budgie that I kept in the kitchen, didn't typically make noise at night, but he suddenly began squawking like he was being choked. He was screaming, and I had never heard him make that kind of noise before. I hurried outside, got my car keys, sat in my car, and waited there till dawn.

"Seeing folks strolling their pets gave me enough solace to enter again. I assumed that I may have neglected to close the front door as I ran out because it was open. I walked to the kitchen to see if Dexter was in his cage, but he wasn't.

"I once more felt ill. I gazed throughout the house even though all of my windows were shut. I heard splashing as I made my way to the restroom. Dexter was drowning in the bathroom sink tote! He bathed and dried when I carried him outside. I was totally baffled. I contacted the landlord at eight in the morning and gave her a condensed account of the previous night. Oh my goodness, you caught the whispering too, she exclaimed.

"I remained there for an additional 18 months. Many times, I overheard whispering, and twice, the board covering the ceiling hole shifted. I now reside elsewhere, but the landlord just called. She claimed that some of the things going on there had made her new tenants beg to speak with me about them. Ignore it; it is now their concern.