A Spirit Plays Ding Dong Ditch and Other Real Ghost Stories

But I looked over and I saw a small figure and I heard drifts of water. So me, being terrified and eleven, I ran out of my bed, turned on the light and there was nothing there. But there was, ever so slightly a small puddle. Welcome to Tell Me a Ghost Story. The Late Night Calling podcast where we delve into the world of the supernatural and explore the eerie and unexplained. I'm your host, Michelle Newman. This podcast features true stories from our callers that will send shivers down your spine and leave you questioning the existence of the afterlife. So grab a cozy blanket, turned down the lights. Hey, this is Sarah and I'm from Weaver in Alabama and this story takes place around five or six years ago when I was living in Florida and my ex husband and I were on our way to visit a friend and when we were just about to pull into his yards, I saw a man facing the front door with his back to us, and he was I mean, he looked like a real human being. I mean, you know, so I would. He had long hair and some short conners. He's sure I could dead thoughts and everything. And next thing I know, he just went through the hole front door, and I told my cousin to drive around the block a minute, because I've seen things my whole life, but I've never seen them go through a door or. A walk, and it was just a lot my brain. And then when I finally did go over to our friend's house, I kept asking, is anybody else here? Like I was just trying to make sense of it, but no one else was there. And months later I mented it to the guy who lived there, and he said his brother in law had seen the exact thing is that I described going through his house, So it confirmed it for me, and I hope to see something else in sing you guys every great day, and I love your show. And I really loved the lady send me that calls in all the time. Bye, Thank you so much, Sarah. There's something about watching a solid, fully formed person just poof through a door makes you wonder who he was and why he keeps popping up on that step. Hey, Michelle, this is Tessa. I grew up moving around a lot because my dad was in the military, so we were always living in temporary houses, me, my brother, and my step mom. When I was five, we rented this massive, old Victorian house in East Texas, three stories, creaky floors, winding staircases. The attic was full of stuff that belonged to the owner, antique furniture trunks in this long glass case filled with porcelain dolls. There must have been a hundred of them, all lined up like soldiers. And there was one I just fell in love with, red hair, green eyes, blue silk dressed. I begged my dad to let me have her, but no, he even locked the attic. A month later, I'd forgotten all about her and came home and the red haired doll was sitting on my bed. At first I thought it was a surprise. Played with her NonStop till Dad got home. But when he saw the doll, he completely lost it. He yelled to it, took the doll away, and marched straight to the attic, you know, only to find the door still locked, with his key in his pocket. Years later I learned the house's history. The builder had a daughter who died when she was eight, and back then it was common to make a doll in the child's likeness, with her real hair and the same clothes she wore when she died. I think that red haired doll was that little girl. Thank you Tessa for your story. Dolls can already be pretty unsettling, and that's without them having human hair or being able to escape locked attics. Hey, Michelle, I really tak the show. I can't believe there's not more people watching or listening to you. Nevertheless. Nineteen ninety three, I was working down at two tenth Post Street. It was an old state jeweler, long offices, long hallways, and I've been told by some people there that I knew that there was about a ghost that would ring doorbells when they were talking in their office alone. And sure enough, the first time I had a chance to be there by myself, all of a sudden the doorbell rings and I go, there's no one there. Well, there was a dog man named Lulu that you know preat chill, but all cudden, you know, we were sitting in my desk and runs under this desk, and I went to look forward, and I looked down this long hallway and I see who I think is Brett, who was one of their coworkers also, And we get a call like a few seconds later, Hayes is prep how you doing it? And so I'm like, aren't you in the office down the hallway. Well, it wasn't Bred. It was the ghost of this place. I guess he'd shown up before. He was as tall, tell me, like in a red planel chirt, and I guess he owned the estate jewelry place before this other gentleman take over. Meanwhile, the doorbells kept on ringing, and it was definitely a strange place. But that is all I have for now. I have more of it. I'll leave it at that. I really enjoy your your program very much, and thank you so much. Thank you for calling in. I'd love to hear more of your stories. You know, I love a workplace haunting because they're so specific. This wasn't a stormy night in a creepy mansion. This wasn't a haunted house out in the country. This was a Tuesday at the And suddenly you've got a ghost and a red flannel shirt walking the hallways like he still owns the place, which I guess in his mind he probably does. Hi, Michelle, this is Ashley calling from Salt Lake City, Utah. And I've got a ghost story from when I was about eleven. My family went to California and we went and visited the Queen Mary. Now, my family rather large, about twelve of us and uncles and cousins that were there. One of my cousins through the year, younger than me. He got too scared, so my aunt Elle had to take him back up. When she was in the elevator by herself, she felt a little hand grab her knee, and when she looked, she was in the elevator completely alone. So we finished the tour and we're snapping pictures. Now when we get back home to Utah, my mother happens to notice that in one of the photos at the pool, there's a little girl in a blue gown in the corner of the pool. Now, it's been said that she drowned there when it was still a functioning cruise ship before it turned to becoming a warship. So we found this interesting, and my mother is a writer, so she wrote a book about our experiences on there. She changed some names. So the book is called The Ghost. Of Queen Anne, and it goes through and documents our experiences, and she made up a story behind the little girl in the pool, so we decided to call her Victoria. And as my mother was writing a story about Victoria. I started to notice as some strange things were a house. The first thing that I noticed was anytime my mother sat down at the family computer to try to write this story, the computer would glitch and shut off and get a virus, even though we had protection. Then I told her, hey, so you don't lose there's your manuscript. Email it over to me. When she emailed it to me, everything was in code, and it was errored, and it was broken, and it did not send over as a regular manuscript should have. Then things started to get a little bit weirder. I lived in the basement, and I was the only one that was down in the basement, right next to the family room that had the family computer. I started hearing wet, squelching footsteps in the middle of the night. It woke me up once and I looked over, and I always had a night light, but I looked over and I saw a small figure and I heard drips of water. So me being terrified and eleven, I ran out of my bed, turned on the light and there was nothing there. But there was ever so slightly a small puddle on my floor where the carpet was wet. Now we didn't have any animals at the time, so we can go ahead and eliminate a pet accident. But I just thought that was so strange. My mother ended up finishing the manuscript, but not before we had flickering lights, other mysterious wet spots that appeared throughout the house, and then we started sharing children laughter. As soon as she wrote the last paragraph and finished the book, all of the weird occurrences stopped. We experienced no more children's laughter, no more wet spots, and I didn't have any more dripping nightmares. It was really weird the way that it ended. But for some reason, when she finished the manuscript, the hauntings stopped. It's almost like we manifested the hauntings ourselves. Anyways, thank you so much for listening to my story, big fan, Thank. You, Thank you Ashley. That raises such an interesting question about the nature of these connections. Do our thoughts, our intentions are storytelling actually strength and paranormal activity? You changed the name of the little girl by the pool, but did you conjure a new spirit named Victoria? Hey, this is Sindy Caaptur and calling from hout and Avon, Indiana. I've got a sure good story for you. It's called it was a dark and stormy night. Well, anyway, this happened to my grandfather. He had just become a winner back in nineteen eighty two. Grandma had passed away in from the first nineteen eighty two, and so it anyway, Grandpa was left alone his house cheaper had just left for the night, and he fell asleep in his armchair and ring eel was off, and the television had run out in his mouth went in the morning and he turned it off. There is no pet living with him at the time. And so anyway, Grandpa thought he heard a mysterious a thumping noise. It would sound like somebody's walking around in the bedroom. And after mightily he said, Grace, is that you? And there was only a heavy breathing. And then later that night when he went to bed, he kept hearing a heartbeat, and he would hear the heartbeat dum, dumb, until the day he died, had his fatal heart attack on December seventeenth, nineteen eighty two. But he heard that mysterious beating noise every night when he went to bed. He went to the ear doctor. He went to. The medical doctor. He says, do I have tendanitis in my ears or anything. Then they said, no, you're hearing still. Why you don't need a hearing or anything. Grandpa used to see I won't be around by Christmas, and sure. Enough he was writing. So But anyway, this is Sydney Cateran called Ravon Indiana. It was a dark and stormy night Grandpa heard his deceased wife's heartbeat until he died. Thank you for listening to Goes story. Thank you, Cindy. That title was perfect. You know, in Poe's Telltale Heart, that beating sound was driven by guilt and psychological torment. But this, this is something entirely different. Your grandfather's heartbeat wasn't guilt. That's a love story. Hi, Michelle, my name is Glenn. I'm from wind You, Nova, Scotia. I don't really have a ghost story, but my mom is a long time listener of your podcast. She absolutely loves it. And I don't know if she really do shadows, but I think it would absolutely make her Christmas if you could give her a shout out and just like wish her merry Christmas or something. If not, I totally understand. Anyway, have a super happy holiday, and yeah, thanks bye. Thank you Glenn from Windsor Nova, Scotia. Yes, I absolutely can do a shout out so to Glenn's mom, Merry Christmas. Your child loves you enough to call into a ghost story podcast. I hope you too had a wonderful holiday season. And here's to twenty twenty six being a better year for all of us. Today we heard apparitions walking through doors, dolls escaping locked attics, workplace ghosts soon never clocked out, spirits following stories home, and the love that transcends death. There's more to this world than we can measure. If you have a ghost story you'd like to share, please call in. Whether you're a first time caller or one of our regulars, your experience matters, and this community we're building together is something really special and I'm so grateful for every single one of you. That's all we have this week. Folks, do you have a ghost story? Call seven oh one four eight four two six six six. That's seven oh one four eight four two six six six, or go to tell me a Ghoststory dot com and leave your story there. Thank you to all the callers who left messages this week. I'm your host, Michelle newman signing off, See you next week Might have be the