My Ghost Stories

I grew up in a home that was not haunted, well it wasn’t when we moved it. It's no longer haunted anymore and I know that's confusing but I will explain.

First let me explain the house so you can better understand the layout. When you walked into the house, it had a half-wall dividing you and the living room to the left. The entrance closet was to the right and just as it ended, there was a door that was my bedroom. It was a den but due to having some changes in our family home, that became my room. Right across from the living room on that left side was the dinning room. Now from the entrance, you could see the kitchen past my bedroom door. There was stairs between my bedroom and kitchen that lead upstairs. Once you walked into the kitchen, to your right was a small set of stairs, and the family room. Both the dinning room and family room had glass patio doors. This all becomes important.

When my parents bought this house, almost nothing had been done to it. It was almost a brand new build. I remember my mom telling me the owners before us had it for a year before they had to move away. The first big thing my parents built was this huge deck out from the patio door from the family room.

In the summer of 2000 my sister ended her own life. I want to say if you feel this, please reach out to people you love. They will not be better off with you gone, you being here is very important. She had a son, my nephew who moved in after.

So my Nephew and I were in this above ground pool, swimming and playing, having fun. The window to the kitchen was open and we started to hear something. We could hear cabinet doors being closed. Both of us were frozen with fear. No one but us were home at the time. I know I finally get the courage to go check and there was no one. The cabinets were all closed and nothing was out of place. Of course, this was the middle of the day. To this dayI think if was my sister. We both had the habit of opening the cabients when we were bored to find food and closing them. Doing this over and over again till you give up. 

Still that summer I was on the phone with someone sitting on the deck. When I looked at the patio door for the dinning room I saw my sister just standing there, waving at me to come to her. I do want to state again, this was the middle of the day. I was so scared and when I got to that dinning room, there was no one. I don't recall why I was out there the second time this happened but I saw her in that patio window twice, doing the same thing that summer.

I found out many years later my sisters ashes were in a little figure in a cabinet next to that door. I didn't know that till well into the 2010's. I never liked being alone in the dinning room after that and though when I left my bedroom, I could see into the room, I refused to look. I could feel my sister off and on for years in that house. My eldest sister also saw her a few times threw the years but those are her stories. My sister did not pass in that home, she was living on her own. She is not tied to that house, she is tied to our family. I'm not sure how but she follows us. I think of her more as a protective spirit now that I'm older.

The next ghost I can remember is from when I was 15. I was talking to my boyfriend at the time about ghosts. He was talking about stuff he had seen and I was doing the same. So my brain could be playing tricks on me or I could have called this ghost to me. I had to go use the washroom and when I touched my door nob I got this flash of a man. He was hanging from my door frame or the rope disappeared past it. I remember his empty eyes and just how scared and sad I felt. I no longer wanted to use the washroom and this ghost was hanging next to me in the closet. I kept staying to him. "You are okay, it's okay. Please go, you are okay." He left within a half and hour. The feelings I got from him was that he had just died and felt bad for what he did. 

So how did a random ghost get into the house? Well I didn't realize this till I was much older, the house had no  threshold. You know that feeling you get when you walk into a home. That this is not your place or is your place. It's that in a way. I have no clue when this house lost it but I know it did at some point and ghosts could just come in. I always thought after the hanging man I put a threshold over my own room but I realized, I must have had one on it for a long time cause he could not enter my room, that's why he was in the hallway closet. He couldn't get into my room. 

This last one is the one the scared me so bad, I never wanted to hear or see ghosts again. This happened when I was 17.

It was late at night and I was in my bed watching TV with my cat. It most likely around midnight. I could hear high heel shoes walking from my bedroom door to the kitchen and back. They didn't sound like my mom's steps. It kept going back and forth, always stopping at my door, then back to the kitchen. My cat was looking at the door before I did. When I started to realize really what I was hearing, I realized how much fear I was feeling, how much my heart was racing. The clearest thought I have besides the normal, what is that, was DO NOT OPEN THAT DOOR!

After and hour it disappeared and I fell asleep. I didn't mention it to anyone cause I knew no one else was awake and no one in the house would waist and hour walking back and forth like that. But of course that wasn't the only time I heard those steps.

It was other two or three nights later around the same time I heard footsteps again. This time it was high heels and men dress shoes. Neither sounded like my mom or dad's steps. They again went from my door, stopping there and then back to the kitchen. My cat was again fixated on that door and I felt the same feelings as the time before. The voice in my head was screaming DO NOT GO OUT THERE! It was another hour till disappeared.

This time I did ask everyone in the house if they were up around that time and of course no one was. I already knew that but I wanted it to be a prank, a joke, someone just messing with me but it wasn't. I don't know what those footsteps were. All I know is that everything in me told me not to leave the safety of my room.

After that night, I no longer wanted to see or hear ghosts and I cut off my own ability  I can feel ghosts once and a while but I can't see them anymore and I want it to stay that way. I be fine if I only got my sister or the man who hanged himself. Those footsteps meant me harm and I never want them or anything like them, near me again. My parents sold that home and though I've never been back, I'm sure that threshold is back and no more ghosts can just walk in.

If anyone has even the slightest idea what those footsteps could have been, I love for you to tell me, truly. Though I never want to run into them again, I still to this day want to know what they could have been.

-Edited On Nov 2 2026